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 Last time I said that I'd try to make this chapter a little shorter
 and that I'd try to wrap up this tale. I lied on both counts. The idea
 tree just kept on dropping fruit, each piece tasting sweeter than the
 last. There will be a chapter 5 to this story, to be posted around the
 end of June. Meanwhile, enjoy:

 The Ad: Chapter 4     Part 1/2      C/W Dino: May 2000

 The story of Jim and Samantha continues.

 Three and a half weeks after the most absolutely fantastic canoe trip
 I'd ever had, my beloved Samantha sat me down on her couch in her
 apartment and dropped a bombshell. Sam spoke those words that have
 terrorized mankind throughout the ages.

 "Jim I'm pregnant." She'd said to me.

 And like the typical male I blurted out, "How'd that happen?",
 regretting saying it almost immediately.

 Like a typical male, Samantha thought. I'd better hold my tongue here,
 this is serious. Jim has always known what to do. I'll need his
 guidance more than ever now.

 I knew Sam was taking birth control pills. I also knew that, taken
 correctly, they were 98 percent effective. Thinking back, I could
 remember at least one time she'd forgotten, taking two to make up for
 it. Sam silently watched as I ticked off the weeks since her last
 period on my fingers. When I had to use my second hand, I realized we
 were in trouble. I counted ahead.

 "You were on your fertile time during our trip." I said.

 "It would seem so." Sam answered.

 The trip in the park's wilderness had been so perfect. I sat there,
 remembering. We'd screwed at least two, often three times almost every
 day. I'd pumped so much cum into Sam she could have floated a canoe in
 it all. How could a few tiny pills compete against that. I began to
 smile, and Sam caught my look. I looked at her, her face cloaked with
 an expression of worry.

 I slid off her couch and onto my knees before her. I took her hand in
 mine.

 I looked into her eyes and said, "Samantha McKinley, will you marry
 me?"

 Sam's eyes grew wide and then a little grin began in the corners of
 her mouth.

 "Jim quit fooling around." she said. "This is serious."

 I acted surprised. "Who's kidding?" I asked.

 "Look." I said. "You have three choices here. You can get rid of it,
 have an abortion. You can leave me and go off to have the baby by
 yourself. Raise it without me, or give it up for adoption. Or we can
 be together as a family. I don't want to lose you Sam."

 "What about the baby?" she asked.

 What about the baby. The memories hit me like a brick. I was suddenly
 unable to hold my gaze on Sam's eyes and I looked downward.

 "My first wife and I," I began, "we'd talked about starting a family,
 just before the accident took her. We were both twenty nine then. We
 had our whole lives to look forward to." I looked up. I felt the tears
 in my eyes, but I went on. "I know you're still young and probably
 weren't expecting to be a mom just yet, but there it is. You must
 realize how good we are for each other Sam, I know I do. I want to be
 with you always. I want to have children with you. There's a part of
 me inside you now, my child. Marry me Samantha, stay with me forever."

 The seconds ticked by as Sam was lost in silence. I was staring at her
 tummy now, under the shirt she wore, picturing a little creature
 taking shape inside her. A miniature Samantha. Guenivere, Gwen for
 short. Yes.

 "Guenivere, Gwen. Do you like that name?" I softly asked.

 "What if it's a boy?" Sam said.

 A boy? "I don't know." I said. "What names do you like."

 "I had an uncle Claude who was always nice to me." She said. "But that
 name's kinda out of style now. My mother's brother's named Angus."

 "Angus Bradson? I don't know."

 Samantha began to smile at that thought. Seize the moment, press on,
 as Mike would say. I did.

 "Sam will you marry me?"

 Sam looked deep into my eyes. "Yes Jim. I will."

 A 200 pound weight lifted off my chest and I could breath again. I
 took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Thank you Sam. I love
 you."

 "I seem to be madly in love with you too, Sir." She said.

 "In love, but not mad." I said. "It'll be right Sam. I know it will."

 "I hope so."

 "No. Believe me Sam, believe in yourself. You know everything's going
 to be just wonderful."

 "Yes." she quietly said. "It will."

 So that was that. Samantha went off to fix some tea while I was left
 with my thoughts. I'd only met Sam less than three months ago, and
 now, perhaps in a month or two, we'd be joined as one in marriage.
 Shortly after, we'd have a new baby to care for.

 I called to her in the kitchen. "Have you told your folks yet?"

 "Not yet." She said. "My doctor's doing another test to make sure.
 He's going to call tomorrow."

 "So you don't know that it's certain yet."

 Sam came out carrying a tray with the tea and a plate of cookies.

 "I'm sure Jim. I'm sure." Sam put down the tray and sat beside me. "I
 threw up this morning."

 "Oh."

 "My period's two weeks late."

 "I would say those are pretty definite symptoms all right."

 Samantha turned to me and looked at me straight on.

 "Jim," she asked, "are you mad about this, about me getting pregnant?"

 "No." I said. "Of course not. Are you upset about it?"

 "A little." Sam answered. "I knew I'd want children someday. Just not
 this soon. I'm a bit scared."

 "It's not something to worry about." I told her. "Child birth is a
 most natural thing. Women have been having babies for ages now."

 Sam waited for me to say more so I went on. "You're young Sam. You're
 healthy, it's going to be all right for you. I'm no doctor but I
 worked in a hospital for nine years now. I've seen things, heard
 things. You'll be fine, believe me."

 "Is that where you learned how to give a girl such great orgasms?"

 I laughed. "That's where I learned where all the naughty bits were.
 The great orgasms come from you, darling."

 Over tea and cookies we talked about what we were going to do. Sam's
 parents lived in Winnipeg, a city about a two hour plane ride away.

 "I use to think I'd like a big church wedding," She said, "with a big
 reception after, but since I moved here to Toronto I lost touch with a
 lot of friends back home. My older brother works at the Canadian
 embassy in Greece. He's married, has a Greek wife and two kids."

 "I'm an only child." I said. "There's a few aunts and uncles, cousins
 around. My parents moved to Florida three years ago. They've got a
 nice condo on the ocean. The U.S. thanksgiving is next month, we could
 go see them. I guess you should introduce me to your folks too,
 sometime soon."

 "I guess you're right."

 At least we made one definite plan that evening, Sam would give up her
 apartment and move in with me at the end of the month.. Sam had not yet
 found a suitable job and I told her not to worry about it. My new job
 wasn't going all that well, but my house is paid for, and I had
 insurance money from the plane crash invested wisely, so we would be
 alright for a while.

 I hadn't expected to sleep with Sam that night, but she asked if I
 could stay, so I did. I finished in the bathroom and got into her bed.
 Samantha came out wearing her bracelets with the chain connecting
 them, nothing else, and slipped under the covers with me, cuddling
 close. My hand found her hip, then slid down and around her to caress
 her flat little tummy. Her soon to be big tummy.

 "Will you still love me when I'm big and ugly?" she asked.

 I patted her stomach. "You'll get big here, but you'll never be ugly
 Sam. I'll always love you, no matter what."

 She rolled over on top of me with her hands up around my head, her
 chain laying across my neck. Wrapping my arms around her, I ran my
 hands up and down her back, down across her bum, squeezing those two
 soft, fleshy globes of her lovely ass. I began to feel the tension
 leave her body as she settled in on top of me. Her mouth was against
 my ear and she purred softly while I stroked her back.

 The half anticipated sex never materialised, which was no great loss.
 Such a feeling of contentment washed over me lying on my sweetheart's
 bed with her on top of me, and knowing that we'd made a firm
 commitment to one another that evening. Even though the choice had
 been rather hastily forced upon us, I had no regrets at all.

 I just prayed that Sam wouldn't come to regret this decision. She'd
 fallen asleep on me so I eased her off and onto her side. She stirred
 and grunted, but hardly woke, and I held her in my arms as I drifted
 off.

 I was wakened rather rudely the next morning by the sounds of retching
 coming from the vicinity of Sam's bathroom. I groggily made my way
 down the hall to see my lovely fiance with her head in the bowl,
 driving the porcelain bus. She'd not had the time to take off her
 bracelets and one hand was on the rim, the other hand held her hair
 out of the way, the chain stretched tight under her neck.

 Kneeling down beside her I gathered her hair up to hold it, and
 brought my other arm around her to steady her until she finished up
 being sick. Sam sat back on her heels and I flushed the toilet, then I
 wet a washcloth to hand to her. I sat on the edge of the tub.

 "Feel better?" I asked.

 "I'm sorry Jim, did I wake you?"

 I helped her up as I said, "It's all right Sam. Don't apologize. This
 will probably last for a couple weeks or so. Just morning sickness."

 I ran some water and cupped my hand for Sam to rinse out her mouth,
 then I kissed her and told her I loved her. I held her as we made our
 way back to her bedroom and we sat on her bed. Sam's body still had a
 few traces of marks from that whipping session at the end of our canoe
 trip, and I asked her about them.

 "Did your doctor see these marks on you?"

 Sam giggled. "Yes."

 "And?"

 "I told him I fell down." Sam replied. "I think he knew exactly how
 these marks happened. I told him that it was O.K., and he told me
 there was a good battered woman's shelter nearby where I could talk to
 someone if I needed to. I got a little afraid that he'd report me,
 maybe get you in trouble or something. I said that we'd done something
 but it wasn't anything I didn't want to have happen. You know, he
 smiled then, like it was just something normal, and that was the end
 of it."

 "He probably has seen those kinds of marks before." I said.

 Sam lay back on her bed and I moved closer to kiss her on her tummy.

 "So Mrs. Bradson, when do you want to get married?" I asked.

 It felt wierd calling her that, like talking to my mom or something.
 Samantha looked lovely stretched out on the bed in the morning light.
 She had that radiant beauty that seemed so common in women who were
 with child, that kind of glow that I'd noticed before with the
 pregnant set. We started to make plans, but we were both still naked
 and the touching began, followed by cuddling, stroking, and, well.

 Sex with Sam still had that calm peacefulness about it I'd noticed
 since her last session under the lash. It was stupendously intense,
 really wonderful, but there wasn't the urgency about it that she use
 to have before. Maybe it was because she felt more secure now that she
 knew we'd be staying together. But perhaps, at least in small part, it
 was due to that wildly intense scene back in the wilderness a few
 weeks back.

 After we'd finished, Sam made coffee while I called my boss at work,
 telling him I wouldn't be in that day. "Personal crisis", I said. Sam
 and I went down to see the building manager who lived on the first
 floor. Samantha introduced me as the man she was going to marry, and
 that broke the ice.

 "Please, come in, have a drink." He said.

 It was kind of early, but we had a small one. When Sam said she wanted
 to break her lease the man began the "Tisk tisk, I don't know"
 routine. I stepped in.

 "Listen." I said. "We both know how tight the rental market is right
 now. Surely you could save us the bother of sub-letting the place till
 the end of the lease. It would be one less thing we'd have to worry
 about.

 "Please?" Sam added, turning those bright eyes on him, those eyes that
 always seemed to melt straight into my heart.

 "Well, I'll see what I can do." He said.

 I walked with Sam down the street to a restaurant on the corner for
 breakfast and we finished the plan. We'd visit with her folks first,
 then fly to Florida for a few days at my parents place. A quiet
 wedding immediately after, with a week in the Bahamas for a honeymoon.
 Samantha and James Bradson. That sounded good.

 Sam's landlord caught us on the way back saying he had some people
 coming over wanting to see the apartment. That was quick, I thought.
 I gave Sam a hand taking down her more erotic artwork and we put her
 paintings in my truck. Sam packed up a few more things and took them
 down, while I called around making travel enquiries.

 Sam called her doctor to get the results of her pregnancy test. If
 there was any doubt before, there was none now. Samantha was with
 child. We toasted with apple juice to her good health, our good
 fortune.

 I drove home that afternoon on a cushion of air. Having children
 around would be a major change in our lifestyles, of course. There
 wouldn't be anymore trips quite like that last one had been, but with
 a child along for the ride the rewards would be equally as great.
 Seeing things through a child's eyes was something I'd been curious
 about. Kids look at things in a completely different way. Uncorrupted
 by the demands of modern life, they have that nonjudgemental innocence
 that has always taken me by surprise, made me often seen the folly of
 so many of the ways of the adult world.

 That child-like innocence stayed in the back of my mind the next day
 when I confronted the managing editor of the newspaper I was working
 for. I'd taken the job with the assumption that I'd be able to make
 some real changes in the operation. But I'd quickly learned that there
 was little money available to modernize the computer systems in the
 offices, despite what I'd been told. I'd done what I could with what
 they had, but there was little more I could accomplish under the
 present circumstances. I had a talk with my boss.

 "Jim," He said to me, "We've been very happy with the changes you've
 made so far. Everyone who, where you've had a hand, has told me things
 are working a lot smoother now."

 "I can appreciate that, and there's a lot more that I could do, but
 the funds just aren't there to do it."

 "Taking on the new operation has caused some upheaval." he said.
 "We're working hard on finding new advertisement dollars, but until
 things even out we have to move slowly."

 Child-like innocence. I smiled, as though I'd just found a shiny new
 quarter on the street.

 "I'm getting married next month." I blurted out.

 "Well that's very good news. Blah blah blah."

 I wasn't listening. "I could take some time off until things settle
 down more." I said.

 "Well," He said, "we don't want to loose you Jim. You've worked hard
 to help blah blah. Take some time to get to know your new bride, we'll
 keep in touch."

 "O.K." Perfect. "Thank you sir." I added.

 I called Sam when I got home. She had the movers in and had wanted to
 surprise me by being settled into my place when I finished work.

 "I managed an extended leave of absence off work." I said. "We'll have
 time to visit the folks, get married, and have some nice time off."

 "How long?" She asked.

 "Don't know, a month perhaps. It'll be good though."

 "They found people to take the apartment." Sam told me. "I'm getting a
 refund for the two weeks left on this month."

 "Great. See you soon."

 I shifted things around, made space for Sam's stuff.. Emptied out some
 drawers for her. By evening I had my girl happily living at my place.

 We got an invite to Mike's place for dinner on Friday. It was the
 first time I'd ever heard him speechless when I told him Sam and I
 were getting married.

 "Jim," He said over the phone, "that's, uh, great. I. . ."

 "Sam's pregnant." I said.

 "Huh?"

 Mike had composed himself when we got there and he greeted Sam and I
 at the front door. Sam wore a tight little green dress and it wouldn't
 be long, I thought, before she wouldn't fit into it. She'd worn no
 shoes that evening. Barefoot and pregnant.

 "Jim you dog." Mike said. "You don't waste any time."

 Mike took both of Samantha's hands in his and kissed her on her
 cheeks.

 "Congratulations." He said to her. "I'm very happy for both of you."

 Liselle was there, taking Sam by the arm, escorting her into the
 house, gently touching her. Mike had opened a bottle of really good
 white wine and they toasted us, the happy couple. Lisa was conspicuous
 by her absence, and I asked about her.

 "Lisa won't be able to join us this evening." Mike said. "She's
 downstairs. Day eighteen for her, in the cage."

 I felt Sam's grip on my arm get a little tighter. Her excitement began
 to grow, and Mike immediately picked up on it.

 "Liselle, why don't you take Samantha down to visit with your sister."

 "Yes Sir." She said excitedly. "Miss, would you like to see Lisa?"

 Sam looked at me with anticipation in her eyes. I motioned for her to
 go with Liselle.

 The two lovely ladies left to go downstairs, through the oak paneled
 basement rec room, to visit the dungeon. The hidden panel in the wall
 stood open and at the top of the steps Liselle casually removed her
 short dress to turn nude towards Samantha.

 "I'm sorry," she said, "but clothing is usually not allowed for us
 inside."

 "Well," Sam said, "I don't want to break any rules."

 With that, Samantha pulled her own dress over her head, then slid her
 panties down her legs to step out of them. She placed her clothing on
 the chair beside Liselle's. The two girls looked at one another for a
 moment.

 "Liselle's really pretty" thought Sam. She was an inch taller and her
 golden hair came down to the middle of her back. Sam's hair was longer
 but Liselle had slightly larger breasts. Liselle was a little thicker
 around the middle. Sam looked down at her own flat tummy. That will
 change soon.

 The two went down the steps. The dungeon door stood open. The lights
 in the room were dim except for in the area of the cage. Sam could see
 through the glass panels that marked out the area, the cage's occupant
 slowly rocking back and forth within it's tight confines. As the two
 girls approached, Lisa let out a low, strangled groan.

 Samantha automatically reached for the comfort of another human, and
 took Liselle's hand into her own. Liselle looked at Sam, Sam caught
 her glance, then looked down at her hand clasping that of the pretty
 blond twin's. She didn't let go though. Rather, she gave Liselle's
 hand a gentle squeeze. The two walked over to the cage.

 Through the opening in the glass panels, the two stepped onto the
 bare, gray, concrete floor of the cage area. Lisa must have seen a
 shadow move and she stopped her rocking as her eyes swiveled around to
 try and see who'd come to visit her.

 Lisa was on her knees on a small piece of carpet on the cage's floor.
 Around her ankles were solid looking steel shackles with a short bar
 extending to the sides of the cage. The ends of the bars were clamped
 to the base of bars on either side, bolted firmly in place. Her feet
 and legs were spread about twelve inches apart. The shackles fit tight
 around her ankles, allowing very little movement for her feet.

 Lisa's thighs were bent back at an angle and her bum rested on a bar
 that went through the cage and was clamped in place on both sides. In
 the center of the bar, where Lisa's ass cheeks sat, was another clamp
 arrangement. Samantha, still holding Liselle's hand, looked closer. On
 the other side of the central clamp, a rubber dildo was attached which
 extended into the girl's cunt. Samantha felt her knees grow weak, and
 Liselle's arm went around her waist to steady her.

 "Are you alright Miss?" Liselle asked.

 Lisa pushed back against the dildo, making it disappear up inside her,
 and let out a gurgling groan.

 "I'm O.K." Sam managed.

 Sam held onto Liselle's arm to steady herself. Her fingers
 accidentally brushed against the blond's nipple. Liselle smiled, and
 they moved towards the front of the cage.

 Lisa's body was horizontal inside the cage and a wide leather belt
 went from a top bar, down around her tummy, and up again to the top.
 The belt gave support to the girl's body to relieve some strain on her
 back. Liselle knelt at the front of the cage, reached inside, and
 stroked her sister's cheek. Sam felt her legs get weak again and so
 she knelt down on the floor beside Liselle.

 Another bar went through the cage in front, clamped at the ends to the
 sides. A similar clamp arrangement to the one in back was fitted in
 front of Lisa's face. The black rubber dildo there went into the
 girl's mouth. Sam swallowed hard. There was a chain locked around
 Lisa's neck and attached to the bar in two places, keeping her from
 turning her head away from the stiff rubber phallus in her mouth.

 A clear plastic tube ran from a water bottle hanging at the corner of
 the cage, to the center of the dildo in Lisa's mouth. Lisa worked her
 cheeks, sucking hard on the rubber cock, which was hollowed to allow a
 trickle of water into the girl's mouth. She rocked back, pressed her
 lips around the gag, then squirted out a small stream of water from
 the side of her mouth catching her sister and Samantha on the legs.
 Sam let out a surprised squeak.

 "She learned that trick last week." Liselle told Sam. "You have to do
 something to pass the time in there."

 Lisa's wrists were held in the same type shackles as those on her
 ankles, tight looking, solid steel. Her hands were fastened to the
 sides of the cage near to where her breasts hung down, the shackles
 firmly bolted in place to the cage bars. A third steel bar went
 through the cage, over top of her back, under her elbows, pinning the
 girl's arms in place.

 "I'd never imagined anything like this" thought Samantha. "Eighteen
 days did Mike say? My God." She nervously reached out to touch the
 girl imprisoned inside the cage, nearly toppling over. Her head spun
 with the awe inspiring sight before her. Once again Liselle grabbed
 hold of her, the blond's muscular arms feeling strong and comforting
 to her.

 "Miss Samantha, what's wrong?"

 "Nothing." Sam said. "I. . . I just. . . ."

 Sam put her arm around Liselle. Sam felt the girl's soft hair, her
 soft skin rubbing against hers. Sam's other hand drifted down, between
 her own thighs, and Liselle understood.

 Samantha was trembling with sudden lust. She held tight to the pretty
 blond girl, never once looking away from the equally pretty one
 trapped inside the steel cage. Lisa relaxed her worried look, as she
 too understood what was wrong with Samantha. She smiled at Sam around
 the rubber phallus, and began to rock herself inside the cage.

 Lisa took the dildo deep into her mouth, drawing the one at her other
 end almost out of her. Then she moved herself back until the rear one
 filled her pussy, with the one in her mouth just between her teeth,
 the neck chain taught under her chin. She opened her mouth a little,
 and stared deeply into Samantha's eyes as she swirled her tongue
 around the head of the dildo. Then she rocked forwards again to take
 it down into her throat. Samantha let out a low, throaty moan, and
 began to work furiously at her own throbbing clit.

 Lisa picked up her pace, rocking her body back and forth on the two
 rubber cocks that impaled her at both ends. Liselle smiled and brought
 her hands around Samantha, placing them on her breasts, to softly
 caress the stiff buds of Sam's nipples. Sam pushed a finger up inside
 herself while she pinched and twisted her own pulsating clitty. It
 became something of a race between the two, between Lisa and Samantha,
 to see who would cum first.

 Samantha could not tear her eyes off the girl in the cage rocking her
 body back and forth within the limits of her free movement. Lisa's
 belly was bucking up and down with her exertions, slapping against the
 leather strap that supported her body. The bright silver chain around
 her neck tinkled merrily as she humped against the two cocks poking
 into her at either end. Lisa was twisting herself now, as much as she
 was able to, grinding herself back into the dildo filling her cunt.
 She began to cum, spit dripping from her mouth and the dildo there,
 pussy juice, churned to foam, at the rear one. A high squeal emanated
 from her mouth, abruptly cut off when she violently rocked forwards,
 driving the rubber cock deep into her throat.

 Liselle felt Samantha begin to tense. Sam pushed another finger into
 herself, then began to scream out as her orgasm grabbed her hard. She
 pushed herself against the girl behind her and she came like a freight
 train, never taking her eyes off that awesome sight of Lisa, trapped
 in the cage.

 Mike's ears pricked up as Sam's screams of passion echoed up the
 stairs from the dungeon.

 "What the hell. . . ?" He asked.

 "It's O.K." I said. "Just Sam, having an orgasm."

 I'd been chatting with Mike about our latest adventure in the woods
 while he worked fixing dinner. "I gave Liselle the night off cooking
 since she has to take care of her sister now." he'd said. I was
 telling him how peaceful and calm Sam's orgasms had seemed after that
 last intense whipping scene, how she had found such peace after it was
 done and how that calmness had stayed with her afterwards. Apparently
 something had shattered that calm. Sam's howls of passion, echoing
 loud and long through the big house, attesting to the fact.

 "Now what do you suppose the girls are up to?" I asked.

 "Something good, it sounds like." Mike answered.

 He told me that cage time was generally isolation time too.

 "I think it works better that way. Being left alone and utterly
 helpless seem to work together to make the session that much more
 intense for the girls. We'll go down after dinner to feed Lisa. I let
 Liselle take Samantha down early because she seemed so interested in
 that cage last time. It sounds like it still holds a certain
 fascination for her."

 After a while, Liselle entered the kitchen with her arm around Sam,
 holding her from falling down. Sam's eyes had that far away look to
 them. She was lost in that special place that submissives enjoy
 visiting so much. Both girls were naked.

 "Samantha." I called to her.

 Sam's head swiveled around, her eyes found me sitting at the table, and
 she focused on me.

 "Where did your dress go?" I asked.

 Sam looked down at herself. I heard Mike chuckling over the roast
 pork.

 "I. . . I don't know." she slowly said.

 Samantha came over to kneel on the floor beside my chair, placing her
 hands and head on my lap. Liselle went to Mike to help with the
 dinner.

 "Did you see Lisa?" I asked Sam.

 She looked up at me. "Lisa's in the cage." She said with a goofy grin.
 "She's very happy master. I. . . it. . . It's incredible Sir."

 "Would you like to spend a little time inside it when Lisa's done?"

 Her head lowered onto my legs and she began to melt. I felt her start
 to tremble as her passions rose again. Liselle heard my question and
 noisily dropped a stack of dishes on the diningroom table in her rush
 back to the kitchen. Mike gave her a glance, but her eyes were on Sam.

 "Oh please Sir?" Sam said. "Could this one have a turn when Lisa is
 finished with it? I'll be good, I promise."

 "Well Mike," I said, "looks like you've got another customer."

 Dinner was excellent, made even more delicious by the sight of our two
 lovely and naked companions seated around the table. The good food
 helped to bring Samantha back to reality, or at least to a semblance
 of normality. Her thoughts, I was sure, were on the floor below us. On
 the girl downstairs, locked tightly in the cage.

 We had dessert and coffee, then the girls cleaned up and Liselle fixed
 a plate of food for her sister. We all headed down to the dungeon.

 The floor behind Lisa was messy with pee and cum so Liselle used a
 handy hose, setting the temperature to warm, before washing down her
 sister's nether region. Using a small wrench she undid the clamps on
 the front bar and the gag, disconnected the neck chains, then slid the
 bar out and removed the dildo from Lisa's mouth. Sam held a glass of
 juice to the girl's lips and we waited for her to gain her composure.
 Lisa's voice was a bit horse from having the rubber cock in her throat
 for so long, but she seemed quite happy and pleased to see us all.
 Liselle told her sister about Sam's going to have a baby.

 "Oh Mistress Samantha, I'm so happy for you." Lisa said.

 I watched as Lisa rocked herself against the dildo still in her pussy.
 Even without the one in front, she still wasn't able to move
 completely off it. She humped back onto it a couple times, giving
 herself pleasure, pleased by the news of Sam's pregnancy. Amazing, I
 thought.

 The girls got busy giving Lisa her supper and I watched Sam, my lovely
 naked Samantha, cuddling with Liselle, reaching into the cage to touch
 Lisa, stroking her softly. I could see the effect it was having on
 her. The scene was having a profound effect on me too.

 Mike gave me a shot in the ribs that shook me from my reverie. He gave
 me a wink and a nod, and we moved to another part of the room.

 In a low voice he said, "Your girl seems to have a deep attraction
 to that cage. I think we'll have to give her some time in it."

 "Christ," I said, "look at her. She's almost ready to cum again."

 "Liselle was in pretty bad shape her last time in. She'd fought it at
 the end, banged herself up a bit. You think Sam could handle it?"

 I looked over at the girls. Sam had her face pressed up against the
 bars and it looked like she was trying to kiss Lisa's body someplace.
 She had both her arms inside, stroking Lisa, feeling her and the steel
 that confined her. She looked gone again, totally taken over by Lisa's
 submission to her helpless state. I nodded towards the cage area.

 "Check it out." I said. "Does it look like there'd be a problem?"

 Mike looked. Sam was trying to squeeze herself through the bars to get
 inside with Lisa. "What about the baby?" He asked. "Is she going to be
 all right?"

 I smiled. "That won't be a problem. A happy mom means a healthy baby.
 I've seen women come into the hospital all banged up and the baby
 usually survives just fine. Even if the house fell down, the looks of
 that cage, nothing's going to happen to someone inside it. I don't
 know how she'll handle being in there for a long time, but she
 certainly seems to have her heart set on trying it."

 "Go get Sam out of there." Mike told me. "I don't want to get Lisa all
 lathered up. She's still got a couple weeks to go."

 I went to get Samantha away from the cage. I had to pull her arms out,
 off Lisa, and I had to lift Sam to her feet. I had to gently shake her
 to break the trance she was in.

 "Samantha!" I had to be firm, her eyes wouldn't leave the cage.
 "Samantha. This is your Master speaking. Lisa needs some time alone
 now."

 "I. . . " She saw me. "I. Yes. Lisa needs time alone now."

 "Liselle!" Mike barked, "Get your sister fed and settled for the
 night, then join us upstairs."

 "Yes Sir." said Liselle.

 I had to support Sam all the way upstairs. It seemed like a big part
 of her was left down there with the twins. It wasn't until we were
 settled in the livingroom and she'd had a couple sips of coffee, that
 she started to come around. Samantha began to realize that she may
 have caused a problem downstairs.

 "Sirs. I'm sorry if this one became overwhelmed and forgot her place."

 Both Mike and I smiled. How could you get angry at someone so sweet.

 "It's all right Samantha." Mike told her. "The device has had strange
 effects on several people. It can be a bit overwhelming. Lisa still has
 a while to go inside and I didn't want her to get too excited, that's
 all. It would just make it harder for her to endure her confinement."

 "Thank you Sir."

 Mike went on. "If you want a turn at it you're going to have to
 prepare yourself Samantha. If you went in now you'd just explode
 yourself in a few hours and have nothing left for an extended time. A
 few days is good, a week, or more? Depends on how you take to it. Do
 you think you could handle a couple weeks in there? Samantha?"

 Sam's eyes had a dreamy, far away look.

 "I think we lost her again." I said.

 By the time Liselle joined us, half an hour or so later, Sam had
 regained some of her composure. Liselle sat down beside her and had
 brought up Sam's clothes.

 "Lisa O.K.?" Mike asked.

 "Yes Sir. I left her to rock herself to sleep."

 "Good."

 We left Mike's place around midnight, and on the way home Sam couldn't
 keep her hands off me. She kept oozing over the console and trying to
 get into my pants. Very distracting. After an interminal drive, after
 we got home, Sam whipped her dress off and started molesting me. Of
 course I immediately had to chain her down on my bed, and then I
 proceeded to give her a royal fucking.

 I'd no sooner stripped off and lain on top of her when her passions
 reached a fever pitch. The end of my dick grazed against her clit and
 she came big time, squirting pussy juice on me and howling out in
 wanton lust. This was the Samantha I knew and loved, raw, earthy and
 wildly passionate. I bore my weight down on her to hold her still and
 I screwed her hard and long. When I could hold back no longer I
 blasted loose a huge load of cum up deep inside her. Fantastic.

 When I recovered, I unlocked her chains from the bed so she could use
 the bathroom. I would have locked her back up to the bed, but when she
 returned, I was snoring.

 We'd booked a flight to see her parents on the last week of October. I
 hadn't set foot near an airport since the accident, and I was a little
 apprehensive getting on the plane. But I knew you're more likely to
 die driving to the airport than you are flying. Sam, and a couple
 drinks before we took off helped to calm my nerves somewhat, and it
 was an uneventful flight. There'd been bit of fuss with the airport
 metal detector and Sam's labia rings, but after she whispered in the
 security guard's ear he smiled and passed us through. We landed in
 Winnipeg around noon.

 We hired a car and drove to the house Samantha grew up in, an older
 farmhouse just south of the city. It was a beautiful place, big trees
 around the house, open land, a small town close by. A nice, safe place
 to raise kids I thought. Sam's folks greeted us when we drove up to
 the house and stopped.

 The McKinleys, Isabella and Robert, were older than I had expected
 them to be, late sixties, I guessed. The house was very nicely done
 inside, smelling of fresh baking. It wasn't long before we were all
 seated at the big kitchen table for a hearty lunch. Sam had told her
 parents we planned to get married, but not the second part.

 "We really love each other mom, dad." Sam began. "I know this seems
 sudden, but I know that we're right for each other."

 Sam's mother said, "I can see the way you look at one another that
 there is something strong between you."

 Sam went on. "We're going to fly to Florida in a couple days to see
 Jim's parents. We're hoping to get married either there, or maybe the
 week after in the Bahamas. Just a small wedding, nothing too fancy."

 Sam's dad shifted on his chair. "I'm sensing some urgency here." He
 slowly said. "Is there something else, Sam?"

 Here it comes, I thought. Sam looked down. "I'm going to have a baby."

 There was a deafening silence, but only for a moment. Sam's parents
 looked at one another, and began to smile at each other. Sharing an
 inside joke, it seemed to me.

 Isabella caught a nod from dad, and spoke. "Samantha how old is your
 brother Adam?"

 "Thirty three next month, why."

 "And how long have your dad and I been married?"

 "Thirty five years last May. Right?"

 "That's what we've said." said Sam's mom. "But we added a year to make
 it sound better."

 "You mean. . . .? Does Adam know?"

 "No. And don't you dare tell him. Although it doesn't seem to matter
 so much these days."

 "We had to get married," said Robert, "it was the right thing to do,
 back then. It worked out well for us, for thirty five, well, thirty
 four years, right mum?" He stood up and extended his hand towards me.
 I got up to shake it. "You take good care of my little girl Jim. I
 hope you both are as happy as I've been all these years."

 "I believe we will be Mr. McKinley." I said. "Thank you. You both have
 raised quite a lovely young lady here."

 Sam and I spent a couple hours in the afternoon, driving around her
 old home town. The weather was gray and cool, but my spirits were
 bright and sunny. On the town's main street we stopped in at a jewelry
 store. They had a few engagement rings in a case there, one of which
 caught both our fancy. A nice diamond, not all that large, but the
 setting was both ornate and quite modern looking at the same time. I'd
 priced a few back home and this one was both reasonable and quite nice
 looking. Samantha liked it, so I bought it and the matching wedding
 band for her on the spot.

 We drove back to Samantha's parents place for dinner and she had her
 first chance to show off her new ring. We all stayed up late that
 evening, looking at old family photos and chatting about everything
 under the sun. Sam's parents were really nice people, simple down home
 nice. Easy to talk to. I felt genuinely welcomed into their family.

 Next day Sam and I visited with some of her friends that she hadn't
 seen in a while. A get together was arranged that evening for friends
 and neighbors to come over and celebrate Sam's engagement and
 forthcoming wedding. Sam's parents expressed a desire to attend the
 wedding ceremony.

 "Give us a call when you get to Florida and we'll come visit with
 you." Sam's dad told her. "Isn't every day your only daughter gets
 hitched."

 The day after found us on a plane to sunny Florida. We landed in
 Miami, then took a train to West Palm Beach where my parents had their
 condo on the beach. It was one of those condominium apartment
 buildings geared towards older and retired people. My folks took great
 pleasure in showing Sam and I around the building and we were expected
 to ohh and ahh over the common rooms, and even the elevators, as
 though we'd never been in one before. But that's just the way older
 people are. Their place was nice though, well suited to their
 lifestyle, and we could tell they were very happy there.

 The scene with my folks went smoothly as well. They had been worried
 about me after the death of Susan and were pleased that I'd been able
 to bounce back after all this time alone, and with a pretty young
 thing to boot. My dad took me aside after I told them they'd be
 grandparents in about seven months.

 "You know son," He said, "there's ways around this little problem now.
 you don't have to marry this girl."

 "It's O.K. dad." I told him. "We're not getting married just because
 of the baby. We're good for each other and I really love her a lot."

 "You'd be a fool not to. She sounds smart and she's pretty too. You
 two look good together. I'm happy for you kid."

 My folks didn't really have room for us to stay with them, but I'd
 booked a room at a hotel a short walk from their building. We all had
 dinner out, then did the pictures of me as a baby thing that parents
 love to do. It was late when Sam and I finally got up to the room and
 passed out on the bed.

 As it worked out we had the next morning to ourselves. Sam's parents
 were flying in in the afternoon and I was going to use my dad's car to
 pick them up. We'd both wakened early from the bright sunlight
 streaming into the room and Samantha turned towards me.

 "Wanna fool around?" She asked.

 "O.K."

 I hadn't brought along any of my usual bondage pharaphinallia, the
 above mentioned airport security, one reason. But I did bring along a
 couple handy lengths of soft, white nylon rope. Sam's eyes grew wide
 as I pulled the bundle of it from my bag and I began to uncoil the
 pieces to lay them out across the bed.

 I started by tying her wrists together behind her back, not too
 tightly, since I didn't want to leave rope marks on her for our
 parents to see. I used a second piece to throw a clove hitch around
 each of her upper arms, just above the elbow. Then I drew her arms
 together with the rope. Sam shifted around a bit as her elbows got
 closer and closer together behind her. I kept watching for signs of
 distress from her, but none were forthcoming until her elbows were
 nearly touching together.

 "Is that not too tight Sam?" I asked.

 "Uh," Sam moved a bit. "It's O.K."

 I tied a square knot to secure her arms in place. I moved her hair
 back over her shoulder and down, combing it with my fingers down her
 back and over her arms.. Her shoulders were pinned back, making her
 chest stand out proudly with two little hard berries on the tips of
 her tits. I had her get up off the bed and I walked her to the big
 mirror in the room. I posed her in front of it, letting her see
 herself, lifting her hair to let her see her arms, wrapped in white
 rope, tightly bound and close together behind her. She smiled. I took
 her head between my hands, then kissed her with passion. I hugged her
 body tightly to me while I gazed at the beautiful sight of her
 reflection in the mirror.

 Sam would have fallen if I'd let go, but I would hold her dearly
 always. I walked her back to the bed. I used the last rope to bind her
 ankles, wrapping it around them both three times, then around between.
 Again, I didn't cinch it too tight, rope marks, but she was tied up
 tight enough. There was about a foot and a half of rope left dangling.
 Sam lay down on her tummy, face down. I raised her feet up and back
 until her heels touched her bum. I passed the end of the rope through
 the one at her elbows, pulled it up tight, and tied it off.

 "You're not going to start making all kinds of noise now, are you?" I
 asked, knowing full well the answer.

 "Ooohhh!" Sam groaned, the effects of the strict hog tie flooding her
 brain with a crazy mix of emotions. I'd need a gag of some sort.

 In the bathroom I wet a washcloth, so her mouth wouldn't get all dry.
 On a hook were two terry cloth robes, thoughtfully provided by the
 hotel. With terry cloth tie belts. I pulled one free, then returned to
 Samantha. She saw what I carried and dutifully opened her mouth wide.
 I rolled up the damp cloth, packed her mouth full, then wrapped the
 cloth belt around her head and mouth a couple times, tying it tight.

 Sam settled back on the bed and squirmed around a bit in the tight
 confines of her ropes. I watched as she stretched her fingers out to
 grab her ass cheeks, pulling with her fingers and arching her back in
 an effort to reach herself. Her longest finger made it past the
 crinkled rose of her asshole and to within half an inch of her pussy
 rings, but no amount of straining could let her gain - that - last
 little - bit. Sam kicked with her feet to try and stretch her arms
 just that tiny bit more. Her high pitched keening was sufficiently
 muffled by the gag.

 I finally thought I'd lend a hand and I reached out to touch her
 rings. Sam's finger found mine and she tried to grab my hand to mash
 it into her. But I'd have none of that. I withdrew my hand for a
 moment. It took three tries before Samantha understood I was going to
 take my sweet time on her, and she let me touch her without trying to
 grab me.

 I flicked a finger over her rings, hearing them tinkle together, then
 I slid my finger through her slit and up inside of her. I saw Sam
 fighting to maintain her composure and I smiled. I bent my finger
 inside her, pressed down, and wiggled, tickling her right on her G-
 spot. My thumb stroked her clit.

 I felt Samantha go all tense and three seconds later she went off like
 a rocket. Her legs shot out and I had to grab them before she
 dislocated her shoulders. Her cum, warm and wet, shot everywhere. I
 kept up my stimulation of her pussy though, having to chase her around
 the bed to keep my finger in her. Sam started snorting and blowing air
 through her nose and her movements began to slow. She was not getting
 enough air, I saw.

 It might have been funny if she'd passed out, but my thoughts were on
 little Sam or Jim junior. Quickly I untied the cloth belt, unwrapped
 it, and pulled the washcloth from her mouth. When the gag came free
 she gulped a lungfull of air, then let it out in a long, loud, moan of
 ecstacy which was sure to wake anyone still sleeping on our floor.

 As luck would have it people happened to be passing by out in the hall
 and I heard tittering from outside as Samantha groaned and moaned.
 When she realized that my finger was no longer stimulating her, she
 came down rather abruptly.

 "Why did you stop?" Sam asked. "And where's my gag?"

 "You couldn't breathe properly and I removed it."

 "Oh."

 I loosened the rope holding her feet to her elbow rope, then I untied
 the rope holding her elbows together, letting in slack slowly so her
 arms didn't spring apart. The rope had bit deep into her upper arms
 from all the strain on it and she'd have marks there, probably for the
 rest of the day. But Sam had a blouse with long sleeves to hide them.

 I got her up on her knees with her face in the pillows and then I gave
 it to her, fast and hard, the way we both liked it. I no longer
 worried about the noise, since I figured the whole hotel knew what we
 were up to by now. The pillows muffled Sam's cries somewhat, my rather
 loud grunts I just let fly.

 After we'd relaxed a while and I'd untied her we took a shower
 together, then went down for breakfast. We walked the short distance
 to my parents place to pick up the car.

 I hadn't seen what my dad was driving, hadn't thought to ask yesterday
 when they showed us the garage in the basement of the building, we had
 just looked in and continued with the tour. The keys felt strange when
 he handed them to me on the way down in the elevator, but that didn't
 register with me either. I'd expected a wagon or a (shudder) minivan.
 My jaw didn't drop until dad pointed it out and we stood before the
 beast.

 A white Cadillac Eldorado, circa 1970. Rag top. Mint condition it was,
 with less than forty thousand miles on the clock.

 "You be careful with her son." Dad said.

 "I will. Don't worry."

 Sam and I climbed into the thing and I fired her up. Purred like a
 kitten with sharp claws. I waited till we were out of the garage and
 around the corner before we pulled the latches and dropped the top. On
 the on ramp I gave her some juice and we flew onto the highway.
 Detroit Iron at it's best. Cruising down the highway like a big old
 dinosaur, as the song goes.

 Sam's hair was whipping all over and she had to tie it back. After a
 bit of fun I kept it at the limit and we made the airport in
 practically no time. We began to notice many older cars like the caddy
 on the roads, I guess being spared the winters we have back home cars
 lasted a lot longer here.

 I parked near the back of the lot so the beast wouldn't get it's doors
 dinged, I hoped, and we went to check on Sam's parent's flight. We had
 about an hour to kill, so we grabbed coffees and sat down.

 "One of mum's cronies knows a priest who'll marry us tomorrow." I
 said. "There's a nice little chapel not far away, and there's an
 outdoor area that overlooks the ocean."

 "An outside wedding?" Sam asked. "That might be nice."

 "I'll call when we get back. It could be very nice. On the beach
 maybe?"

 "I'd get sand in my shoes."

 "So don't wear shoes." I said.

 "Ya right. That should go over big with the parents. Standing barefoot
 in sand with a nice suit on."

 I had to laugh, picturing the scene. "Well, we'll see."

 The arrival was announced and we went to greet Sam's parents. I went
 out to fetch the caddy and wheeled it around the front of the
 terminal, leaving the top up and with the air conditioning on.
 Isabella and Robert had never seen this part of the woods before, and
 seemed impressed by the lush greenery around, the sights of the ocean
 from the road. I took a side street that passed alongside a stretch of
 beach, then turned up a road and drove through a touristy part of
 town.

 I'd booked a room for them, so we stopped at the hotel first so they
 could freshen up a little, then we all drove over to see my folks. As
 I said, Sam's parents were easy people to get to know and it wasn't
 long before we were all like old friends. Sam and I got on the phone
 to the priest and arranged a time to meet with him, then we all went
 out for dinner at a seafood buffet.


 [ End part 1/2, Chapter 4 "The Ad" ]       dino@canoemail.com

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