Chapter 10
Armand Mixes in the Hernandez's Affairs

Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed camp! Bianca wasn't even there, she was with the Wench -- and not because her presence was required. No, she and the Wench were having 'girl talk'; Armand rolled back the video feed from the Wench's quarters to Bianca's arrival, and discovered that she had fled her own rooms to avoid an ongoing confrontation between her mother and father. So the Wench was acting in loco parentis, soothing her while watching over Bianca's completion of her Algebra homework. Armand replayed the day's catch from the Hernandez' quarters and caught two vituperative exchanges against a background of sullen hostility, one of which had occurred just as Bianca was arriving home from school. Well, this wasn't going to do... Armand tapped his fingers on his mahogany desktop while her pondered methods of alleviating the crisis.

Tapping the intercom, he uttered one word, "Jason..."

"Sir." Jason answered immediately.

"We have a problem among the staff."

"Yes Sir."

"Let's discuss it."

Jason let himself into the study in under ninety seconds. "Sir."

Armand speared him with a look. "I rely upon you to resolve these little difficulties... But you can't this time, can you?" Armand couldn't resist the dig, and Jason understood; to pour salt on a wound of this type was in both their natures.

"No Sir." Jason sucked it up; the only question was, how bad would it get?

"Especially, since you're at the root of it," Armand pressed on, twisting the knife. "Does Raoul know?"

Jason sighed, something highly emotional for him. "I doubt it, Sir -- else he'd have probably tried to kill me by now. And I don't think Inez has made any clear admissions; I think she merely did or said something that confirmed his suspicions."

"She's not being the contrite, dutiful wife, either," Armand observed.

"No Sir." Jason showed his teeth. That Inez was standing up to her worm of a husband amused him no end.

"Got any ideas?" Armand asked.

Jason had a few, but they were... destructive. "No good ones, Sir."

Armand nodded, sighing. "I guess I'll have to take a hand, myself. It is fortunate for you that you are so valuable to me." He eyed Jason while this soaked in. "Since you've been using Inez as your personal slut, I suppose I'd better ask whether you can deal with the implications if I ask Inez to take over Raoul's domestic duties." Armand's regard became a clinical evaluation.

Jason froze. He knew what Armand was talking about; Armand would use Inez periodically, as he did all of the other females on the staff -- it was virtually a condition of employment. Jason was pretty sure he'd even used Velma, the cook, once; the heavy Jamaican woman wasn't terribly appetizing, either, although Jason got a mild kick out of her personality. And her tits were HUGE... Jason shook himself; he was avoiding the question, something you didn't do with Armand. Would it bother him if Armand plowed Inez's ass periodically? No, he decided, not as long as it wasn't serious... "I guess not, Sir. As long as it's for the usual reasons."

Armand nodded, barely avoiding a grin. The slut was important to Jason -- that much was clear, else he'd never have qualified his answer! Jason knew he was in deep shit over this, but refused to disassociate himself from the woman to improve his position in the matter. "I think I can agree to that."

"Sir."

"Send for Raoul. And call Kansas City; see if they have any openings for Raoul's primary vocation..."

"Sir." Jason ducked his head and got out of there. He couldn't remember ever being in this deep with Armand before; he wondered when the other shoe would drop. Certainly, Armand planned to punish him; HE would in Armand's situation... He keyed his phone, "Raoul, the Boss wants to see you. In his office."

Raoul all but snarled; his anger at his wife overflowed everywhere, and Jason was a prime irritant, anyway. "Yes, Sir."

Jason's voice was frigid. "I think I'd get my temper under control first, if I were you."

Raoul came up short. "Yessir."

Jason didn't even respond; he hung up on Raoul and called Kansas City.

Raoul presented himself to his employer: "You sent for me, Sir?"

Armand eyed him with mild distaste. "Raoul, while you are adequate at what we will term your primary duties, we seem to be continuously attempting to tune your more decorative daily activities, to the point that my patience is wearing thin. Now, on top of that, there is this uproar that you have brought to my home. I'm displeased; I expect things to run smoothly around here, without loud altercations. What, exactly, is the problem?"

Raoul scowled. "My wife, she is unfaithful."

Armand eyed him. "You have proof of this?"

"I know! In here!" His face a study in righteous anger, Raoul pounded his chest with a fist.

"Not exactly evidence good enough to use in divorce court," Armand observed blandly. "Besides, I'm well aware that you avail yourself of some of the female staff on occasion..."

Raoul waved this off. "I am the man! Beside, the worthless puta has not been performing her duties as a wife, preferring to act as a whore for others while denying ME my rights as a husband!"

"Ah." Armand eyed the pompous little man for a bit, barely managing to throttle his amusement at this display of machismo. "It occurs to me that perhaps it would be better if the pair of you were separated..."

"We cannot divorce," Raoul insisted. "We are Catholic."

Armand let this pass; he knew better, but in Mexico... "Still, perhaps if you were elsewhere for a bit, things might improve. I am unable to envision your maintaining your current position here, but perhaps I can find another post for you in my organization -- or perhaps you would prefer that I seek out a colleague with similar needs? Inez and Bianca may remain here, for the moment..."

Mild suspicion flickered across the back of Raoul's consciousness. Was Mr. Wilson fucking Inez? Nah. He did better, daily... "Thank you, Sir." Obviously, Raoul had stepped over the line, and there was no going back -- again. Too bad, too -- this had been good, generally, while it lasted. If Mr. Wilson could find him something elsewhere, he could start again -- without that puta of a wife of his... "I would prefer to stay in your organization, Sir, but if that is impossible, I would be glad of your help in placing me elsewhere..."

Armand nodded, stone-faced. "Excellent. In the meantime, I don't think you should return to your quarters. I will send someone to collect your things. Obviously, you have strong feelings in this matter, and I want no blood drawn. Speak to Jason; he will assign you bachelor quarters until you can be reassigned." Armand turned away, dismissing the small man.

"Sir." Raoul wasn't pleased; the whore had lost him his job, and he'd intended to get even with the bitch! Now, that pleasure would be denied him. Still, Mr. Wilson was probably correct -- he might kill the worthless cunt, which would be a further embarrassment to his employer...

Jason was on the phone to the company representative in Kansas City. Competition was fierce there for various resources, and several competitors had offices in the city; as a result, espionage and corporate sabotage went on regularly. It was one of the few places in Armand's organization that rated its own squad of hired thugs. "Jacobson? It's Jason Kemp."

Jacobson was NOT the name of the man on the other end of the phone -- or at least, not the one he started out with. But then, Kemp wasn't Jason's last name, either. "Hello, Sir. What can I do for you?"

"I have a hunk of hired muscle here that can't keep his true nature from showing. As a result, we can't keep him around the corporate headquarters any longer. Do you have any openings for a blunt instrument? A VERY blunt instrument?" Jason queried.

Jacobson frowned at his phone. Shit! While he didn't, really, he knew that this 'request' was more of a demand; obviously, the troublemaker needed a new address. "Well, a new face might come in handy -- most of us know one another... What's he look like?"

"Mexican. About five feet eight. Slick, greasy looking. He's quite the artist with a knife, though..."

"Not too imposing. I don't suppose he's any too smart..."

"Nope. Like I said, he's a VERY blunt instrument. He requires supervision, if you don't want him to fuck up on you."

Shit. Jacobson was NOT thrilled. "Hmmph. Is this temporary?"

"No. If he fails to work out for you, we're going to have to cut him loose. You're his last stop," Jason related.

A light bulb went on in Jacobson's brain. This guy sounded disposable... "Awright, send him along -- I'll find entertainment for him. If he doesn't work out, I'll cut him loose. What does he know?"

"Hmmmm. Quite a bit, actually. He could be an embarrassment in the hands of a competitor..." THAT was a complication Jason hadn't thought about. The little bastard was generally loyal, though...

"Well, if I can't use him locally, I can put him in contact with some people south of the border." Jacobson had a couple of ideas already; if he sent Raoul south, he'd probably be DOA. But the Boss Man didn't want to know that...

"Fine. I'll make the arrangements." Jason hung up to find Raoul had entered the room behind him. He covered his surprise well, but Raoul sensed it, anyway, and was secretly pleased. He hated this prick with a passion; too bad he couldn't knife him on the way out... "We have people in Kansas City," Jason related, scratching notes on a pad. "This man, Jacobson, will collect you when you get there and put you to work. This is your last chance, here. Don't fuck it up."

Raoul somehow managed to keep from losing his temper totally; the temptation to tell that supercilious bastard Jason what he thought of him was intense. Instead, he gritted his teeth and grunted, "Mr. Wilson said to have you assign me other quarters, and have someone collect my stuff."

Jason eyed the pompous little bastard. Yeah, that was a good idea; else he'd be tempted to use his toad-sticker on Inez. Murderous rage accompanied that thought, but Jason's face never changed. "Fine. There are a couple of rooms in the south wing -- have Boris assign you a room there. Pack your stuff when you get it, though -- you'll depart in the morning. Oh, and remember that you are not to touch the Wench."

Raoul nodded, his eyes hard. At least he'd never have to deal with Jason again -- THAT was a plus! Jason nodded his head in dismissal, and Raoul quit his presence, much to the relief of both individuals, headed for the south wing.

Jason called Boris on the intercom, "I'm sending you Raoul to quarter for the night. Lock him in if you have to -- we're concerned that he'll do something stupid to Inez. On second thought, best not, I guess, but put a yard boy on him until he departs tomorrow morning. Pete, maybe. Have him get some boxes and go down to Raoul's quarters, first, and collect his stuff. Got it?"

"Da. Yes, Sir. It will be as you say," Boris replied, and Jason signed off.

"Inez."

The voice on the intercom was one that filled her with fear and dread. Mister Armand! Was their time in the Wilson Hacienda at an end? Had Raoul finally ruined things totally? "Mister Armand?"

"Please see me in my office as soon as possible," Armand directed.

"Si -- Yes, Sir. Right away." Inez was out of her chair like a shot. Armand, watching her on video, was amazed at her alacrity. On the way up the stairs and down the hallway to Armand's office, Inez composed her plea for mercy and employment while braiding her thick black locks between two hair bands, one at the top, and one at the tip. By the time she arrived outside Armand's door, she had the braid pinned in a spiral bun. She composed herself, straightened her housedress, and knocked.

"Enter!" Armand looked up from his monitors and again examined the woman who was at the heart of the current uproar. In a plain, unflattering housedress, with her hair in a bun, Inez looked plain, severe, and somewhat dumpy. The dress was deliberately drab, no doubt; Armand had seen the woman nude while Jason used and abused her, and knew that while she was no fox, there was a certain draw to her. She was apparently about thirty-five, had heavy breasts that the dress was unable to hide fully, wide hips, and a stocky waist. Armand's first thoughts on the matter had been surprise that Inez was in any demand at all, but upon sober reflection, Sharon wasn't any major visual draw, either... "Sit." Inez did so, in an armless upholstered chair placed there for the purpose. "You and your husband are disturbing my home. Why?"

"Raoul is..."

"Is the problem Raoul? He claims that you have been unfaithful..."

Mister Armand's eyes bored into Inez, paralyzing her throat. It took a moment, but she stammered out, "I have been abused and raped, many times... But I have not been unfaithful."

Armand raised an eyebrow. "Really?" This was her justification, then... "Why did you not come to me about this?"

"I..." Why HADN'T she? Because... The thought flitted past, and she examined it, then hid from it. "I... thought perhaps... it was..."

"Allowed?" Armand answered for her. "Expected? Certainly, many women have had things done to them that they were reluctant to do within these walls -- but YOU are neither an employee nor a guest. No, I think you are avoiding the issue..."

"There would be trouble..." How long could she dance around while Mister Armand shredded her excuses with those eyes?

"True, as far as it goes. That is why you did not tell your husband; we'd have come to this, or worse, long ago. But it does NOT explain why you did not come to ME..." At the last moment, Armand substituted 'ME' for 'Jason or myself'; total ignorance was something he didn't want to project.

"It wasn't anything I couldn't handle..."

This was the wrong thing to say; Mister Armand's smile became totally carnivorous. "Don't you think it is time that you admitted the truth? That you enjoy Jason's use and abuse as much as he enjoys dealing it out?" Inez's eyes popped. "Oh, yes, I'm aware, and have been for some time. But it wasn't immediate, and if you had come to me, I'd have put a stop to it. But you didn't, did you? Why? Because you really didn't want it to stop!"

"I... I..."

"Inez, I KNOW! I know probably better than Jason does! I have seen you, in the throes of orgasm, while Jason abuses you! Come here!"

Inez got up on shaky legs, and came around Armand's desk, to see the monitor imbedded in the desktop. Armand flicked switches, and the Hernandez' sitting room appeared on the monitor.

"Nothing that goes on in this house escapes me, Inez. Nothing -- at least, not for very long. And you and Jason can be very entertaining. Now, tell me again about the rapes?"

"It... It IS rape, Mister Armand! I NEVER ASK Mister Jason to come to me -- to beat me, to use me..." Inez was thoroughly flustered. "I am a good catholic woman!"

Armand got up and walked to a cabinet. Digging on a shelf, he collected a DVD and fed it into a player, and began fast-forwarding it. On the screen, Inez appeared, and began knitting with comical speed. In a moment, Jason appeared, and began waving his arms, obviously ranting. A riding crop appeared in his hand. He closed on Inez and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back. In a moment, he shoved the whip between her teeth, and began unbuttoning her housedress. Things continued rapidly -- mere moments later, Inez was sucking his cock, while he mauled her fat breasts through the open dress. Inez watched in awe as Armand fast-forwarded through Jason pulling her out of the chair, stripping her, and wailing on her ass with the crop while she swallowed his cock. Then he jerked her up and threw her over the back of the chair and began pounding furiously, the speed magnified at three to one. Armand kept going until Inez's head came up, then he slowed the playback to normal and the sound came on. Inez, paralyzed, watched her face on the screen -- it was a mask of lust. In a moment her video image wailed, "Aaaaaiiiieeeeee!!! Chingar! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!" Her eyes rolled up and she began throwing herself back against Jason, whose hard grin showed every tooth in his head, practically.

Inez looked up to find Mister Armand gazing at her sardonically. "You were saying? Want to see some more? Your husband has no evidence, at this point -- but if he sees THAT..."

Inez covered her face with her hands. Well, she knew it, deep down, but she could always pretend, until now... "Does Mister Jason know?"

Armand grinned. "That you're a slut? Obviously. That he's been recorded playing with his favorite toy? No. He knows that there are cameras, certainly. Every time he visits you, he shuts them off in the servant's wing. But I planned for this, long ago. I think that this should be our little secret, don't you?"

"Si." Such was her level of stress that Inez reverted to her native language.

"What do you think I should do about all of this?" Armand queried. "What did you hope for, when you came through that door?"

"I..." Certainly all of her hopes were dashed. "I had hoped..." Could she come out with it, after this? She looked up, eyes pleading. "I had hoped... to be... a... maid..."

"Sit." For what had to be the first time, Mister Armand touched her, pushing her back toward the chair, his hand in the small of her back. He seated himself in his chair and gazed at her over his bridged fingers. "I have several options, here. I can put you all out, and call the INS. I can take your husband's part, and provide him with the materials required to ruin you in a divorce, which leaves several options in dispensing with you. I can take yours, against your husband -- again leaving me with several options in dealing with either or both of you. Or I can just stay out of it, and let the two of you deal with it in whatever manner you end up using."

Inez fairly quaked. The simpler, more sensible solutions all appeared to leave Inez -- and possibly Bianca -- in grave danger, on the street, or deported.

Armand paused for a bit, then continued. "The fifty thousand foot view, however, leaves out a few things. It makes no sense to support Raoul as opposed to you, since his tenure in my house would be short, in any case. If I dump you all out, there exists the possibility that it could backfire on me, unless I have you all dealt with permanently." Armand grimaced in distaste, which was possibly scarier than his poker face; it said he COULD have them all killed, and had an appreciation of the issues. Inez's fear knew no bounds -- Jason didn't scare her like this, especially now. She had the tools and the experience to deal with his violence. Mister Armand, she had no handle on.

Armand sat there, drawing things out. He could smell the Hispanic woman's fear, and it was impossible that he not milk it for his enjoyment. Finally, he continued, "Letting the pair of you continue to abuse one another extends the uproar in my house, and risks your life, at least; I imagine that if Raoul goes overboard, there will be two murders for me to deal with, and I would lose the services of Jason, whom I consider a valuable asset."

Inez nodded dumbly. Raoul was such a fool; when he got going, killing her was an option for him, if she didn't protect herself adequately. The second half of Mister Armand's assumption also made sense; Mister Jason would undoubtedly avenge her, at least. God knew how much he hated Raoul.

"Sooo, let's see, what does that leave?" Armand's expression left no doubt that he was toying with her. He leaned forward. "I have already taken certain actions. Tomorrow, I will send your husband to Kansas City, to work for my branch office there. If he succeeds, fine; if he fails, he will leave my organization. I have directed Jason to see to it that the pair of you are kept apart until his departure, and that someone be sent to collect his belongings." Armand leaned back, glowering. "But that leaves me saddled with you and your daughter. And without anyone to perform the services that Raoul provided, however poorly, in this house." Armand tapped his desktop for several seconds. "This maid thing -- were you serious?"

Inez's heart leaped! "Oh, yes! Yes Sir! I cook, sometimes, you know! I can do the other things, too! The silver, the china, the supplies -- I can do these things!" She wanted to lunge out of her chair, run about, kneel, beg -- anything!

"And Bianca? Scratch that..." Inez's blank flash of fear was the only impetus for the query -- it served its purpose in the instant it was uttered. Still, it was time to reel in his prey... "As an employee, you will no longer merit the protections that I provide dependents -- even though you did not take advantage of them. You must answer to Jason -- and to me..." Armand waited.

Inez knew caution. What was Mister Armand saying, exactly? She ALREADY answered to Mister Jason, after a fashion; certainly, having legitimate authority over her might lead him to excess, but THAT was a challenge that she felt up to. No, that wasn't it, exactly. Mister Armand was obviously waiting for her to see something else...

Then it hit her; Mister Armand had both beaten and had sex with Consuelo regularly. He had sex with the Wench, too, and EVERYBODY knew that he abused the puta something terrible! Velma even admitted that he'd had her, too, sexually, during a conspiratorial moment. Leticia, too -- ALL of the female staff had felt his hand and his cock! One would have to have been blind not to notice this; in fact, Inez knew that at least two of the staff had entered this house as the puta had, looking to become Mister Armand's woman.

Inez's expression indicated her arrival; Armand's eyes hooded, and he sat back. "I see that you begin to understand. Ultimately, I control everything that goes on in this house. Jason is my right hand, but I can and do take a hand whenever I feel it is necessary with the discipline of the staff. In addition, I feel it necessary that they understand that I hold dominion over them in an intensely personal way, and I reinforce that understanding on a regular basis, especially among the female staff. Am I being clear?"

"Yes, Sir... You will..." Mister Armand was using big words, but the upshot was that he would use her, just as Mister Jason did!

Armand left no doubt. "I will use you, if, when and however I please. And I will punish your transgressions, physically." He leaned forward, and engaged her with his hypnotic stare. "One of the reasons that I showed you the video was to make it clear to you that your portrait of yourself as a 'good Catholic woman' was self-delusion, a falsehood. You are a slut, a wanton who enjoys being used violently. If I offer you this job, you will be MY slut, as well as Jason's. I have discussed this with him, since he is an interested party -- he is in agreement with me that whatever your status with him, you will service MY needs in the same manner as the other women in this house. Do you understand?"

Inez nodded dumbly. 'Dios mio, Mister Armand is going to make ME a puta, too!' flickered through her brain.

Armand rubbed his face, largely to wipe off an impending smile. Inez was an open book; she was simple, fatalistic, and her face hid nothing. No wonder Raoul KNEW she was fucking around, once he got around to looking for it! Hazing her would be a lot of fun... "Because Jason has an interest in you, I will be watching you closely to ensure that you toe the line with the others; on the other hand, you can thank Jason for the fact that I am making this offer in the first place; I value Jason, and I see this as a unique opportunity to see to his needs." He chuckled. "I can't imagine how this could get any MORE complicated..." Armand stopped dead. The expression on Inez's open face said SHE could... Armand tilted his head, re-engaging Inez's eyes. "Suddenly, I think you want to tell me something. Something important..."

Inez's stomach went through the floor, leaving a hollow place behind it. Oh, God! He knew! His eyes seemed to glow; Inez knew that she was going to have to tell him. How had he guessed?

Armand waited out the pregnant pause, raising an eyebrow. Finally, Inez lowered her eyes, and whispered, "I am... with child..."

Armand blinked, sat back in his chair. In a moment, his shoulders began to shake, a low rumble issuing from his throat. Inez, watching, wondered for several seconds if he was going to leap up and rip her lungs out; the sound raised the hair on her arms! But it soon became apparent that Armand was laughing. Armand couldn't even sit up in his chair; his lungs were paralyzed from his mirth! This had to be the damnedest situation... "Obviously, the child is Jason's?" Inez nodded, wide-eyed. Armand suffered another paroxysm, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Woman, have you ever heard of birth control?"

"The Pope says..."

"You know, the Wench told your daughter this -- now I'm telling you! The Pope tells you that so another bunch of ignorant Catholic peasants will be born to extend his weakened power base! Do you eat eggs? Are you concerned that they represent chickens that will never be born?" Armand chuckled again. "Now you DO have a problem, because it IS a life! Jason will be..." Armand guffawed. "...Beside himself..." He wiped his eyes. "You'll be lucky if he doesn't beat you until you miscarry!" He sobered. "How long?"

"Ummm, six weeks..." Inez was at a loss -- this was funny?

Well, it was ironic, but that would do. Obviously, this whole thing was well-timed. Six MORE weeks, and it would have fallen apart on its own, and undoubtedly there would have been a bloodbath. "You will tell Jason," he directed. "You will tell him immediately, or you will leave this house immediately. No, scratch that -- Jason is responsible for this mess; I won't allow you to make it easier on either him OR you at the expense of the child's welfare by running. Still, I think you will require shielding from his initial reaction, you little fool. Let me think."

Inez didn't know whether to be happy or horrified. When Mister Armand mentioned leaving, it was instantly the only thing to do -- but then he retracted the demand, insisting that it was the fool's way out. Inez had been fearing Jason's reaction, and Armand crystallized those fears. But she wanted Jason's child; she wanted the hold on her lover that the child represented, too. IF she survived the announcement...

Armand grunted, sat forward. "I don't know why I should help you -- you're SUCH an idiot! What is the benefit to me? I can let Jason or your husband kill you -- Hell, they might actually work together for once! -- and I can take Bianca and train her to sex slavery, starting immediately. By the time she's the Wench's age, she'll be incredible!" Inez's eyes were huge, and her mouth opened and closed like that of an aquarium occupant. "The only way I stand to gain from this is if you accept the maid's position; if you don't, I have no reason to put up with you, and every reason to dispense with you as I dispense with your idiot husband..."

"I want it! Please, please, Mister Armand..." Inez was up out of the chair and around the desk on her knees, trying to wrap her arms around Armand, blubbering. Armand shook his head; she was SO easy to manipulate...

"You understand what ELSE this means? You will divorce your husband, whatever your religious views -- you're a slut, anyway, so you can drop all pretense. I will discuss it with Raoul before he leaves, to ensure that he understands that it is for the best. In fact, I will insist that HE initiate the process -- after all he is the injured party..." Inez's shoulders shook; Mister Armand was being brutal. "I intend to punish you, as no doubt Jason will, too. You will accept whatever punishments we mete out as your due. Do you understand?"

Inez merely nodded her head, her face buried in his lap. Armand couldn't help it -- he was hard. This was what he lived for -- total control! "Fine. Then it's time to discover why Jason values you so much. Since your head is already in my lap, you can suck my cock while I try to figure out how to preserve your foolish life when Jason discovers you are pregnant!"

Inez looked up, crestfallen, but Armand merely returned her gaze. This was a new thing to Inez; she'd been brought up to expect that only her husband could expect to be serviced by her. Jason had changed this, somewhat, but he had always clothed it in something akin to rape. Mister Armand, however, fully expected her to act like a slut...

...And he seemed to divine the reason for her hesitation. "What are you waiting for? We've already determined that you are a slut, so there is no reason for pretense. Get on with it!" Thoroughly humiliated, Inez began working at Armand's zipper.

Ninety minutes before, the Wench had been 'relaxing' against the bars in her kennel in her 'palatial quarters' as she referred to them when humor struck her, when Bianca minced in, lugging her bag of schoolbooks. "Can I hang out here?"

"Sure, Hon. It's not much, but it's home..." the Wench waved, grinning. "What's up?"

"Mama and Papa are at each other's throats. Papa has decided she's been unfaithful..."

"Well, there IS Jason..." the Wench replied, "although I'd classify that as a selfless act of sacrifice..."

Bianca chuckled. "You wouldn't if you'd heard her once she got worked up!"

The Wench shrugged. "I gather there is a pleasurable component, but with Jason? I can't see it being all that great..."

"I don't understand it, either," Bianca shuddered. "I've seen the beatings. But Mama cums regularly -- and more than once!"

"Well, it'll shake out. In the meantime, why don't you go ahead and do your homework? I'll be here if you need me." The Wench settled, tailor-fashion, on the floor of her kennel. Bianca stretched out on the bare floor, and started reading her World History. The pair communed for a bit, desultory conversation about this and that keeping either of them from complete boredom while Bianca worked her way through her various subjects, then Bianca settled upon her crossed legs, emulating the Wench from outside the open kennel door, and they began something with more of a resemblance to 'girl talk'.

By the time Raoul arrived at the south wing, Pete had gotten the word. He was to escort Raoul to a room near his, then collect some shipping boxes and proceed to his quarters and collect his things. After THAT, he was to keep an eye on the diminutive Mexican cutthroat, ensuring that he didn't go chase down his wife in the dead of night and murder her. Phillippe would take over the watch at about two-thirty. If possible, he was to keep Raoul from realizing that he was under surveillance, but stealth wasn't required if Raoul started anything stupid. It was an ugly set of instructions; Pete had a hard time appearing cheerful when he met Raoul in the south hallway. "Hi, Raoul, Boris asked me to show you to a room." Raoul merely nodded, his face fixed in a scowl. "What's up?"

Raoul glared. "My faithless slut of a wife is sleeping around with someone..." His glare became even more fixed as the possibility that that someone could be Pete filtered through -- but he dismissed the idea; Pete was too young and handsome -- he had his pick of women, and wouldn't be interested in Raoul's stupid fat cow of a wife... "Senor Armand (since he was leaving, why bother with 'Mister'?) has decided that we should be separated to keep me from killing the worthless puta."

"Puta?"

"Whore."

"Oh." Pete filed that away for future reference.

The pair proceeded down the hall until Raoul heard a familiar voice issuing from an open door. Raoul glanced in and stopped; his Bianca was there, talking to the whore Felicia, who everyone currently called the Wench for some reason that escaped him. Turning, he stepped inside, leaving Pete fidgeting in the doorway. "Daughter."

"Papa?"

"I am leaving in the morning; Senor Armand wants your mother and I separated to keep me from wreaking my vengeance upon her. You will go with me."

"Ummmm, I don't think that is a good idea, Papa."

"Why not?" Raoul's features, which hadn't really cleared, began to darken again.

"You have your work, Papa. I have school, here. If I go with you, I will be a distraction to you," Bianca said carefully.

"You are my daughter. I will deal with it."

"I think I should wait here with Mama until this all blows over."

Rage filled Raoul. "It will NOT blow over! I am DONE with your faithless whore of a mother!"

"Still..." Bianca replied carefully.

Pride made Raoul's voice cold as he absorbed this new loss. "Sure. Stay with your mother. Between her and Senor Armand, in two years, you'll be a happy little puta who spreads her legs for whoever she is told to, like THIS one!" he sneered, waving at the Wench. Turning, he stalked out. Pete, embarrassed, made shift to follow.

Bianca turned to the Wench. "I'm sorry. That was mean."

The Wench shrugged. "He's right about one thing; I'm a bad example to you. He described me pretty much exactly. I don't have any problem with it, but it's not for everybody..."

"Still, it was nasty..."

"You missed the point, Hon. He wasn't trying to hurt ME!"

"Oh, I know. But Papa is an extremist."

The Wench grinned, "So am I, in my own way." The pair resumed their conversation.

Pete settled Raoul a few doors down. "Let me know if you need anything. I'm gonna go collect your stuff."

Raoul nodded, glaring. He couldn't seem to change expressions. Pete wasn't sure that he blamed him, either; Raoul was obviously having a tough day.

"Jason."

"Sir." Jason responded to the page immediately.

"Come to my office. We need to discuss Inez's duties."

"Sir."

Armand glanced down at his lap where a visibly unhappy Inez had taken up the first of her new duties. She was working his cock to the best of her ability, licking and sucking, kneeling before his chair, humiliation pouring from her eyes. Things had been bad enough before; Mister Armand had just made them worse by an order of magnitude by calling Mister Jason to him! Inez knew better than to stop what she was doing, but Mister Jason would be SO angry...

Armand was taking sustenance from Inez's incredible discomfort. The woman was absolutely transparent; apparently, she'd never heard of a poker face... The horror, shame and degradation were painted all over hers, overlaying her innate fatalism. Armand couldn't resist stoking the fire again. "Get out of that dress, Slut. I need to understand what there is about your body that Jason finds so irresistible. No, you can't stop what you're doing -- work around it. If you goof off, I'll slap you." Somehow, Inez managed to look even more agonized as she began unbuttoning the housedress. "Keep looking at me. I want to see your eyes."

Inez watched Mister Armand as she struggled with her conflicting tasks. To know Mister Armand was to know that she WOULD be slapped, even if she did well... Mister Jason was going to walk in on her like this, kneeling in her panties with Mister Armand's cock in her mouth... Inez's mind screamed as it offered up pictures of the probable consequences. Mister Jason's cold rage would know no bounds; what little consideration their previous relationship might have granted her would disappear... Struggling to get the cap sleeves over her shoulders so she could wriggle the dress off of her hips, Inez took a moment to remove her lips from Mister Armand's erection. "If Mister Jason sees me like this... I don't see how it helps..."

The expected slap came, rocking Inez. Armand jammed her face back down over his erection, deliberately choking her with it. "You'd be right, Slut, but Jason will understand. You see, he is to be punished, too, and he knows it. You are unique, in that at this moment, at least, you offer me unprecedented leverage on Jason. I'm going to use that leverage to punish him for his part of this debacle while I punish you." He released her so she could breathe. "Hurry up! I want you naked when Jason arrives!"

Inez's hands and mouth continued to work, but her mind was a pool of frozen horror! 'Naked! Dios mio! I will die for certain!' But her hands pushed her dress over her full hips and worked it over her knees to pool at her feet.

Armand decided that if Jason was his usual punctual self, things just wouldn't be perfect, sooo... "Jason, check on Raoul first won't you? I want to know exactly where he is. See that he is settled."

Jason, almost at the office door, rolled his eyes and turned back the way he'd come. "Sir."

Armand eyed Inez. "All right, I've granted you a reprieve so you can be presentable for your lover. Get out of that bra and panties. And undo that pigtail. In fact, I want you to redo it as two, so I can use them as reins to guide you..."

Inez was beyond tears. Mister Armand was sadistic, evil, brutal! Mister Jason was vicious, but he was direct; Mister Armand seemed to be able to find little ways to make ANYTHING worse... The bra was easy, but the panties caught on a knee and she ripped the waistband while trying to free herself burdened by the requirement to continue applying lips and tongue to Mister Armand's big cock, something Mister Armand forced by holding the back of her head. Mister Armand was apparently the same size as Mister Jason, although Mister Jason's had more of an upward curve... The head on Mister Armand's cock was maybe a little fatter. Finished with the clothing issues, Inez started working on her hair. Fortunately, her hands knew their job from hundreds of repetitions; all she had to do was hold her head relatively still licking Mister Armand's cock on the underside while she did the left side.

Armand didn't let her get away with that on the right. "Surely, Jason has taught you to deep throat!" he grunted, and jammed her head down onto his shaft. "If you have to hold still, you can give me throat!" Inez, caught unprepared, started gagging, but Armand just kept pushing. "Do your hair!" Armand hissed. "You're not coming up until you do!"

Inez, eyes watering, drooling, her stomach rock hard from attempts to retch, hastily worked the braid. When she finished, it was no work of art, but it was barely passable. Armand let her up far enough to get a breath and try to control her stomach, but not a full release. He waited several seconds, until the worst was over, then complained, "You're not sucking..." Inez went hurriedly back to work. "That braid is unsatisfactory. Redo it. And make sure you keep me entertained!"

'Dios mio, dios mio, what have I gotten myself into?' Inez wondered, shaking, while she pulled out the results of her hurried efforts, her lips spreading the flow of saliva from her recent choking over Mister Armand's shaft.

Jason met Pete in the hallway, and got directions to Raoul's new quarters. Pete went on, lugging a couple of cardboard boxes towards the Hernandez' quarters, while Jason stuck his head in. "Are you settled in okay?" Not that he cared...

"Si." Similarly, Raoul wasn't interested in seeing Jason.

"Let Pete know if you need anything." Jason got out of there.

Armand's intercom lit. "Raoul is in South fourteen, Sir. He seems to be adjusting," Jason's voice announced.

"Ah." Armand made selections on the monitoring console, and Raoul became visible in the desktop monitor, pacing his room. "Hurry along, then -- we need to discuss the distaff side." Inez was just finishing the second pass at her right braid, while watching Armand closely and bobbing deep every few seconds. Her eyes held questions, but she knew better than to raise her head to speak; Armand had rattled her with a second slap moments before -- apparently on general principles. When she'd finished, he examined them, tugging, among other things. "Perfect," he announced. "All right, get up and turn around. Bend over."

Inez did as she was told, relieved. 'Now he's going to fuck me,' she thought, and aside from the fact that she knew that Mister Jason was going to be coming through the door momentarily, that wasn't so bad. But Armand had other plans; Inez felt his cock nose against her anus. "Oh, no! Not my ass!"

Armand chuckled, grabbing her pigtails. "Can't use your pussy! I might disturb Jason's little bastard! At least, not until he knows about it!" He started hauling on Inez's pigtails.

Inez had been trying to flinch away, but that came to a halt; her scalp screamed as Armand applying pressure, pulling her head back. The choice was clear; Inez could have bloody hunks ripped out of her scalp, or she could cooperate by backing onto Armand's impaling cock. "Aaaaaaghhhhhuuuuuuhhhh," she wailed, as THAT action produced its own brand of pain to add to the fiery flashes in her scalp. But her sphincter slowly flowered open and accepted Armand's erection. It wasn't as if it was the first time -- Jason had sampled everything on multiple occasions. Still, the lubrication provided by her spit was limited, making the impalement agonizing. "Huuuuuuuuuhhhhh! Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!"

Armand set up a driving rhythm as soon as he was seated, controlling Inez via her makeshift pigtail bridle. He was good and settled when Jason entered the room and stopped, surprised.

Jason stood there, nonplussed. Knowing that Armand would take Inez eventually, and walking in on it twenty minutes after discussing it was two different things! The slut was totally naked, too -- Jason wondered how quickly she'd divested herself of them, in her rush to obtain Armand's favor. His brow knit, and he glared at the woman he'd come to think of as his.

Armand puffed a bit as he announced, "Inez has taken a position as a maid and assistant cook. I made it clear to her that she would be punished for her trespasses, since it is obvious that she is every bit the slut her husband believes her to be. I'd been wondering how I was going to deal with YOU over YOUR part of this situation, when Inez handed the answer to me on a silver platter." He tugged Inez's pigtails, eliciting a grunt. "Tell him, Slut! Tell him what you've done. I want to watch his face when he realizes the consequences of his actions."

Jason braced himself. This was going to be hideous, if Armand was that pleased with himself. Inez's eyes beseeched him as she moaned, "I couldn't do it! Raoul would have learned of it, and things would have been ruined before now! Besides, I'm Catholic! It's not allowed!"

"Quit talking in circles, you silly bitch! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME?" Jason railed.

"I am with child! Pregnant!" Inez wailed, closing her eyes and covering her face so she wouldn't see Death coming.

Jason stopped breathing. His eyes popped, and his face went grey while his mouth hung slack. The picture was one Armand would replay many times, because it was unique in his dealings with his majordomo. Jason the unflappable was totally taken aback! "You're w-what?"

Inez peered through her fingers, and decided a response was required. "Pregnant?"

There were a hundred ways this could have played out; most of them, if they'd been alone, would have resulted in a severe beating. But Inez was bouncing in Armand's grip, and therefore safe from serious physical violence. Jason's face shifted to red, and his hands clenched at his sides. "It is mine?" he asked, his voice thick.

"Si. There has been no one else, including my husband." Inez ducked her head, awaiting the blow.

Jason ached to deliver it, but the presence of his employer and mentor inhibited him. "I believe you, but you will be tested, nonetheless. I will be CERTAIN."

Armand rumbled a chuckle. "As you can see, Jason, your part in this will have lasting consequences. Given that the Catholics don't believe in birth control, they CERTAINLY don't believe in abortion!" Armand waited while Jason absorbed the implications, then continued, "It is my will in this matter that you do nothing that might kill either your woman or your child; on the other hand, the silly slut CERTAINLY deserves punishment, and you may mete it out in whatever fashion you desire, for she is, beyond her household duties, your slave in all things." He slapped the heavy right cheek of Inez's ass, "You understand, Slut?" Inez, eyes rolling comically in an attempt to engage his, nodded. "Of course, that makes you MY slave in all things, too, but I intend to make a habit of the courtesy of asking Jason's permission before using you -- which, of course, rubs his nose in it..." His eyes swept up to Jason's. "Inez was under the impression that just because sex with you was always violent, and generally began with a beating of some type, that she was not an adulteress. I disabused her of this notion; obviously, she was enjoying the whole thing too much for it to truly be rape. I suspect that she was actively courting your abuse..."

Jason chuckled evilly. He could see where THIS was going. Jason's methods were direct, violent. Armand's partook of the same energy, but built upon them, supplying a subtler mental component. Obviously, he'd been tying Inez in knots to get the pregnancy admission... "It's true, Sir. Her husband's idiot behavior stopped being the excuse for either of us some time ago."

Inez cringed at this confirmation of Mister Armand's charges. She was a whore, a puta! Everybody said so! Her excuses were... lies. She'd been kidding herself. Bianca had been hinting this, and she'd passed it off -- what did a child know about the realities of life? But now it came home to her that her daughter shared the same views as these two violent men who held her fate in their hands...

Armand decided to add the whipped cream and the cherry. "Inez, I'd stop worrying about strict adherence to the tenets of your religion. You're probably going to Hell anyway for past crimes, and you're soon to be excommunicated, no doubt, anyway..." He released her pigtails and motioned to Jason. "Why don't you do something to keep her mouth occupied while I speak to her husband?"

Jason showed his teeth. The bitch wouldn't have any tonsils when he got through with her! He stepped in close and hissed, "Get me out and swallow me, Bitch! Hurry!" Inez started fumbling with his trousers while Jason took over the pigtails. They were a refinement he hadn't considered; this wouldn't be the last time he controlled her with them...

Armand continued to add to Inez's difficulty by stroking her ass while she worked to get Jason's trousers and underwear out of the way, but stopped, buried, as she engulfed his glans, gesturing to Jason that control was his. Jason gave Inez no quarter, immediately going for the throat. Inez struggled to deal with it, knowing her whole future was on the table, here, in this place. Armand leaned over toward his desk and began flipping switches; in a moment, the screen depicted Raoul, pacing his new quarters. Armand moved the video feed to another screen along the wall, where all three occupants of the room could see it. "Raoul!"

Raoul stopped pacing, scowled, and stepped to the intercom control on the wall. "Sir?"

"I wanted you to know that I have come upon independent evidence of your claims," Armand related, with a slap on Inez's ass for emphasis. Inez, Jason's cock buried in her throat, was incapable of much in the way of sound, but her eyes rolled. Jason backed his cock out, but the admonishing finger and the look on his face told Inez all she needed to know about the results of making any significant noise. Jason's right hand behind her head spurred her on to a less extreme form of lip service, sparing her throat for the moment. Inez began to suck, obeying Jason's gesture to look into his eyes while servicing him.

Raoul grunted, but said nothing further, so Armand continued, "Given the background against which this all occurs, my plans for you have not changed; however, I recommend that upon your arrival in Kansas City, you have your new supervisor put you in contact with our legal team there and file for divorce, on the grounds of marital infidelity. I will see to it that Inez responds appropriately."

Inez's eyes popped, and she started trying to talk around Jason's cock; Jason resolved this by again plugging her throat. Tears poured from the trapped woman's eyes as the reality of the destruction of her previous life came home to her. Raoul would have it all his own way; she could never go home again, never face her family. Raoul would poison them against her, and she would be unable to respond. In addition, she probably WOULD be excommunicated -- the little church in her hometown, at least, was not know for its tolerance. The beatific look on Raoul's face as he said, "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" was just the icing on the cake.

Jason was nodding at Armand; the men understood one another. This would free up Jason to take whatever action he felt necessary, within the limits Armand had set. Hell, he could even marry the silly slut! Did he want that? "Suck, bitch!" he hissed, too quietly to be picked up by the microphone. "I'm your whole universe, now!" He started using her, pounding her face -- a true mouth-fuck.

"Goodbye, Raoul, and good luck to you!" Armand cut the microphone, while maintaining audio and video on the incoming circuit, knowing that the impassioned imprecations in Spanish and the jubilation of her soon-to-be-ex-husband was adding to Inez's mental anguish. On the other hand... "You should know," he addressed Jason, "that the slut did not throw herself at me. She asked for a job, and she agreed to my conditions for her employment, but she made no effort to obtain my favor or distract me with her wares. She merely followed instructions when ordered to do so."

As awful as things were, Mister Armand whipsawed Inez into feeling gratitude in that instant; she recognized that if Mister Jason was allowed to assume that she'd thrown herself at Mister Armand, their relationship might never recover. As it was, Mister Jason's glance contained a limited amount of approval...

Inez was scrabbling for crumbs, and both of the men knew it. Armand smiled. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to finish pumping her ass full of cum!"

Jason, equilibrium basically restored, showed his teeth and grunted, "Make him happy, Slut. While you're at it, you'd better make ME happy, too!"

Armand dug in a desk drawer, coming up with a vibrator, a 'rabbit' model, with a little flicker for the clitoris attached to the base of the main shaft. Stopping for a moment, he worked it into Inez's cunt, and turned it on. "Might as well remind her of the other half of being a slut," he grunted, resuming his attack on Inez's anus, "It's not enough for her to remember that it is her lot to spread herself for men; ultimately she needs to remember that she does it because she enjoys it!"

Jason grinned his hard grin and held her eyes, taunting her, "Suck, my little whore! Suck me good! That's my slut!" Inez knew better than to get stupid about it. Instead, she threw herself into that which was clearly all that was left to her -- to enjoy the abuse and pain with the pleasure, mixing them to make that potent brew that Jason had brought her to orgasm with so many times before...