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The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual
relationships.  If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or
otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.*

*  *  *

*Kathy Carlson Part 4 of 9*

Copyright (c) 1993, 2001 by Morgan.  All Rights Reserved

Please note the original copyright date.  This story was
basically written eight years ago.  As a result, you will likely
find obsolete references.  I'm afraid you'll just have to live
with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and
greatest.

This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and in time parallels
_Allison_.  It's an illustration of the fact that stories -- and
characters -- often run away from their writers.  It's certainly
true in this one, if one wishes to compare Kathy Carlson's
position in this one compared to her appearance in _Allison_. 
Oh, well...

Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_.  The
reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a
word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my
intent.  Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold
face.  If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of
things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there.

More of my works are posted on my site <www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Morgan/www> 
If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at
<morg105829@aol.com.>  My books are now also posted on
<www.storiesonline.net>.

*  *  *

*Chapter 26*

When the men left her office, Kathy slipped into her bikini and
put her shirt on but left it unbuttoned.  With a small smile, she
remembered it was exactly the way Ginger had looked on the day
they first met, wearing her shirt like a vest.  Running her hands
lightly over her breasts and belly she was now reasonably
satisfied.  Where just a few months ago there had been only
softness and flab, now there were only hard muscles under
satin-smooth golden skin.

Her phone rang with its characteristic intercom ring.  Picking it
up she heard Judy's voice, pitched very low saying, "Kath, those
two girls coming back to see you are starving to death --
literally.  Please keep it in mind when you time your break for
lunch.  There are some nice steaks I took out to defrost..."

The door opened and Kathy put the receiver down.  Rising to her
feet, she came out from behind her desk with her hand extended in
greeting.  As she stood there the two girls just gaped with their
jaws dropping.  Then Kris turned back toward the door to escape,
but Kathy was too quick.  "Where are you going, young lady?"
Kathy demanded.  "We haven't even been introduced."

Her hands were still at her side and tears were in her eyes as
she said, "I am Kristin Callahan, Mrs. Carlson.  I apologize for
wasting your time."

Kathy took the girl in her arms, then using her great strength
forced Kris's chin up and softly kissed her.  The girl's eyes
widened as she felt the flow of love from Kathy's lips.  Her arms
just waved in the air for a few moments, then almost
involuntarily she wrapped them around Kathy and hugged.

Finally, Kathy released her hold and stepped back again with her
hand out and said, "How do you do, Kristin Callahan.  I'm Kathy
Carlson and after that kiss I _know_ I'm delighted to meet you."
The girl extended her hand and Kathy took it in a very firmgrip.

Turning to Kim she said, "You must be Kimberly Moyer.  Are you
going to give me a hard time, too, or will you just give me a
kiss without making a fight out of it?"

The redhead didn't know what to do but she found herself moving
towards Kathy.  Kathy took her in her arms and kissed her the
same way she had kissed Kris, with the purest love flowing from
her lips.  Like her friend, Kim put her arms around Kathy and
hugged while she just felt the most incredible sensation flow
from her lips through her entire body.

They released, shook hands, and the girls sat down on the sofa --
or more accurately, collapsed -- with Jim and Mike sitting beside
them.  The girls seemed to be huddled together for mutual
support.

Sitting down in a side chair, Kathy smiled warmly at the girls
and then said, "Kris, you were about to run out.  Why?"

The girl slowly shook her head and said softly, "Because I
realized what we wanted to do is impossible."

"But what is that you want to do?" Kathy persisted.

"I want to become Michael Higgins mistress," she said holding her
head up straight.  "But to do that I have to become as close to
you as possible."  Again tears appeared at the corners of her
eyes as she added, "But seeing you -- particularly that way... 
It's utterly out of the question."

Turning to Kimberly, Kathy asked the same question and the girl
replied, "I want to be James Duffy's mistress."  But she looked
defiant as she continued, "But, Mrs. Carlson, Kris is absolutely
right!  There's absolutely no way we could ever even be close to
the woman you are."

Kathy stood up and said, "This may be a little tougher than I
thought."  Turning to Duffy, she said, "Jim, would you and Mike
please kiss these two young women goodbye and disappear for about
six weeks?"  Then pretending to glare at the two men she added,
"And don't you _dare_ forget what I told you!"

She watched carefully as they rose to their feet while the two
girls did, too.  Jim took Kimberly into his arms and proceeded to
kiss her soundly while Kathy smiled inwardly, seeing the
electricity just flow between them.  Glancing at Mike who was
kissing Kris she saw the same thing.

Finally Jim whispered, "Kimmie, just do what Kathy asks.  You'll
do just fine."  Then he added, "I happen to think you're a pretty
neat girl."

When the two men said goodbye to Kathy and let themselves out,
she picked up her phone and buzzed Ginger's office.

While she was waiting for Ginger to pick up she said, "Why don't
you two get undressed.  I want to see what you look like."

When Ginger answered the phone, she sounded sleepy and Kathy
said, "For heaven's sake, partner, why don't you do your sleeping
on your own time."  She grinned at Ginger's retort and held the
receiver away from her ear.  When Ginger quieted down, Kathy
said, "Ging, could you come in here, please.  I need some help."

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and Ginger let
herself in.  The two girls were now naked, standing side by side.
 Although they wanted to cover their breasts and loins, seeing
Kathy so relaxed and remembering what they had been, they did
nothing.  Nevertheless, their hands were nervously fluttering.

When Ginger extended her hand in greeting, the girls just put
theirs behind their backs and smiled.  Kathy said, "Ging, the
redhead is Kimberly Moyer and the dirty blonde is Kristin
Callahan."  Then she brightened and added, "Say!  I'll bet they
could help you, too.  I know Charley wants you to get a job
nights so he can get some sleep.  Kim and Kris are former
prostitutes and there are a couple of openings in their house
now, so..."

Ginger pretended to frown at Kathy but then just shook her head
with a small smile on her face.  "Kath," she asked, "could you
please take off that vest and those pants?  Please?"  Kathy had
her back to her desk and quickly dropped her bikini and slipped
off her unbuttoned shirt.  Then she just relaxed against the
desk-top with her back up straight.

Without saying a word, Ginger picked up Kathy's phone, hit seven
numbers quickly and waited.  When the phone was answered, her
first words were, "Charley Conrad, I demand an annulment!" 
Pretending to cry, she continued, "As if it wasn't bad enough
when Ali came home from her honeymoon, now Kathy's back, and it's
even worse.  Charles Conrad, I was miserable!  I must have hated
you.  This girl just sits here on the edge of her desk radiating
happiness, goodness and incredible beauty."  She finished by
wailing, "Charley, I want my money back!"

Without waiting for Charley even to say a word, she hung up. 
Then she took Kathy in her arms and proceeded to kiss her.  The
mutual love just flowed between the two women in rivers. 
Finally, she eased away and said, "Katherine Carlson, you are
incredible!"  Shaking her head she added, "Between you and Ali,
believe it or not, now I really couldn't chose."  Looking
straight into Kathy's eyes she added, "And you _know_ what I
think of Ali, too!"  Then with a small smile she asked, "Now that
the preliminaries are over, what can I do for you?"

"Ginger, first, the reason these girls didn't shake your hand is
that, having been prostitutes, they are certain you would not
care to contaminate yourself by even touching them.  But second,
they aspire to be Mike's and Jim's mistresses.  To do that
they're trying to become as much like me as they can, and they're
convinced it's an impossible task.  The reason I asked you to
come in is to tell them what I was like when you first met me...
What?  Less than three months ago?"

Grinning, she took Ginger's hand and put it on her tit and asked
Ginger to squeeze.  Then she said, "Ging, how does it compare,
then to now?"

Before she answered Ginger asked the two girls to come over and
stand on each side of Kathy.  Although the girls were clearly
embarrassed, having made such an issue of having been prostitutes
and being felt by any man in the house, there was nothing they
could do.

Standing nude, both girls were beautiful.  They had slim figures
with beautiful breasts.  Their posture was very good and they had
light all-over tans.  Cupping one of each girl's tits in her
hand, Ginger seemed to weigh them, then lightly squeezed them. 
Although reasonably firm they were both much softer thanKathy's.

Then Ginger looked at Kathy and asked, "How much time do you
have?  It's six weeks, isn't it?"  Kathy just nodded.  With a big
smile she said, "That's plenty of time."  Then looking at the
girls she said, "When I first saw Kathy her skin was the color of
library paste... _dry_ library paste!  Her posture was a disgrace
-- she hunched her shoulders and her boobs sagged."  Then she
shook her head and said, "Boobs, hell!  They were bags.  They
just flopped all over the place."

Then she ran her fingers lightly over Kathy's flat belly, then
around to her ass and finally down her thighs.  "I wouldn't think
of doing what I just did.  There was only lard covering
everything."

Looking at Kimberly she said, "Please run your fingers over
Kathy's body and tell me what you feel."

The girl did and her eyes widened.  She did it again,
concentrating on her shoulders, upper arms, and thighs.  Finally
Kim softly whistled and said, "I don't believe it!  There's
nothing here but the most incredibly solid mass of muscle covered
by the most satin-smooth skin I've ever seen or touched."

Looking into Kathy's eyes she said, "That's how you won the golf
tournament, isn't it?  You are incredibly muscled and strong,
aren't you?"  Then turning to Ginger she said, "Now would you
please knock off the bullshit!  There is no way this girl could
look the way you described her and be the way she is today.  It
just couldn't be done!"

"Yes it could, and it was," Kathy interjected.  "All you have to
do is to want to do it badly enough.  I guess I did."  Looking at
the two girls she asked, "Do you?  Is it important enough to you
to succeed?"

The girls immediately agreed that it was.  Glancing at her watch,
Kathy realized that it was almost eleven-thirty, and she
remembered what Judy had said.  Slipping on her clothes, she
motioned for the girls to get dressed, too.

As she headed for the door Kris said, "We're forgetting
something, I'm afraid.  How much is this going to cost us?"

Kathy, who was about to head out the door, was startled.  This
was a factor she had never even considered.  When she remembered
Ali joking about the girls paying the men a thousand dollars out
of their pockets, she realized they were fiercely independent, so
she felt she couldn't tell them everything was already paid for.

She stopped and just looked at Kris who continued, "The top spas
charge thousands of dollars a week -- and clearly they don't
accomplish a fraction of what you do.  For example, I got the
impression that you're going to try to teach us to cook, too.  Is
that right?"  Kathy just slowly nodded her head.  

The girl raised her head up straight and said, "Unfortunately,
Kim and I can only afford one thousand dollars a week apiece... 
And that's not nearly enough..."  The girl dissolved into tears
and collapsed back on the sofa, crying her heart out.

Kathy asked quietly, "Could you borrow some money from Mike and
Jim...?"

The girl suddenly spun around on the sofa and, in unison with
Kimberly, exclaimed, "Hell, no!"  Then she added, "If we can't
get into condition to be mistresses the guys can be proud of by
ourselves, we'll just get out of their lives."

Then Kim said, "I have an idea."  Standing up as straight as she
could, she said, "Kris and I will be your slaves for the next six
weeks, Mrs. Carlson.  We will do anything you wish...  Anything!
Do you understand?"

Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she continued, "I'm not
much, and neither is Kris.  But... but I'm great with anything
mechanical, and she's a mathematical whiz.  She's an accountant,
bookkeeper...  Anything with numbers, she can do."

Then she went to Kris and whispered in her ear, then, when the
girl nodded her head vigorously, she stood up again and added,
"If... If we could sleep in your apartment -- on the floor, or
something -- we could handle an extra $1,500 over six weeks. 
Would that be all right?"

"But surely the guys will give you some money if..."  Kathy began
but was immediately interrupted.

"No!" Kris exclaimed.  "Absolutely not!"

Then she just shook her head and added, "I guess maybe we weren't
very clear when we said we wanted to be their mistresses.  You
see, I guess we forgot that those women are usually kept with the
guy paying for everything, aren't they?"

Kathy nodded and the girl continued with a wry smile, "We aren't
like that.  What we mean is that we will be available to Jim and
Mike anytime for any purpose.  But we will be covering our own
expenses."

Then, with a wry grin, she added, "I guess we would have been
eating more regularly if we accepted their money, and, God knows,
they've offered us enough.  In fact," she said with a smile that
now had some real humor in it, "I guess we would have been eating
more regularly if we hadn't been spending so damned much money
sending their gifts back to them!"

By now Kathy had seen enough.  It was obvious from the way the
two kissed their men that they were deeply in love.  Furthermore,
it was equally clear that they were as far from being
gold-diggers as it was possible to be.  When she had seen them
nude, she realized that they were truly beautiful girls, and
listening to them talk, it was clear that they were very much
worth getting to know even better.

Swallowing hard she said, "Okay, it's a deal!  Can we shake on
it?"  Kris jumped up from the sofa with her hand outstretched and
Kathy gripped it hard, then repeated it with Kimberly.  Then she
said, "Does the slavery start right now?"

When the girls nodded tentatively, Kathy grinned and said, "In
that case, take off all your clothes and leave them here.  You
will be serving at lunch today, and my preferred uniform for you
two is nudity.  Okay?"

The two girls just smiled weakly but shed their clothes again and
went over to the conference room.  Kathy was inwardly amused
watching the two girls' naked bodies move.  It was obvious to her
that they were very uncomfortable with their nudity, yet at the
same time, because they had stressed how amoral and evil they
were and had been, they felt they couldn't say anything about it.
 Kathy's initial feeling that they were very good girls had been
reinforced by the loving kisses she had exchanged with them and
now became a virtual certainty as she watched them move.  

When Kathy went through the refrigerator, she found a marvelous
onion soup that Judy had made the day before.  Judy came in,
showed the girls where everything was kept, and said that there
would be seven for lunch: Ali, Ginger, Kathy, Joan and herself,
plus Kris and Kim.

After trying the soup, Kathy complimented Judy on it and then
added some particular herbs and spices, poured it into crocks,
floated toast on top, covered the toast with gruy re cheese and
put them under the broiler.  Then she began on the salad and
pommes souffle.  By this time the others began drifting in for
lunch.  Joan opened the bar and took drink orders which the girls
served.

Kathy insisted they sit down and eat their soup before it became
cold and noticed how it just evaporated.  Clearly, Judy's
observation was correct: The girls were starving.

When they finished eating, Kim said, "Mrs. Carlson, that luncheon
was utterly unbelievable!  There is no finer food to be had in
Los Angeles."  Then looking skeptical she added, "You're really
going to try to teach Kris and me to cook?...  Like this?"

"I'm sure going to try pretty hard," Kathy replied, and added,
"However!  I've about had it up to here with the Mrs. Carlson
bullshit.  The name is Kathy, remember?"

Holding her head up straight Kris said, "We understand, Mistress.
 However, slaves may not call their masters by their first
names...  Ever!  We will call you Mistress and Mr. Carlson,
Master, if that is acceptable."  Kathy just shook her head, but
finally nodded.

As the people were getting ready to leave the table, Ali tapped
on her glass for attention.  When the girls were all looking at
her she said, "A month ago or so we began what I guess will now
have to be considered a tradition here at Clifford & Jamison. 
When I returned from my honeymoon, my fellow partner who should
remain nameless challenged me to take off my clothes and I did. 
When she took off her own, the wear and tear she has been
suffering in the bedroom became painfully obvious to us all."

At that point Ginger stuck out her tongue and Ali commented, "You
all noticed, I hope, that when she has no answer to a comment,
Ginger resorts to _ad hominem_ attacks.  In her case, given her
limited vocabulary, it takes the form of sticking out her
tongue."  At that Ginger grinned ruefully and just shook her head
while the other girls all howled with laughter at Ali's quip.

"At any rate," Ali continued, "as you all know, we now have a
brand-new partner, Kathy Carlson.  Moreover, as coincidence would
have it, she, too, has just returned from her honeymoon.  Shall
we see if she has a body that we can consider partnership
material?"

The girls all cheered so Ali looked at Kathy and said, "Okay,
partner.  Strip!"

Rising from her chair, in just an instant Kathy was bare,
displaying her magnificent golden body.  Then she thought she
should do something more and thought of her namesake, Kathy
Conroy.  At that Kathy started to do a continuous cartwheel that
took her completely around the long conference table.  When she
returned to her starting point, without a break, she stopped the
cartwheel while on one hand and then, with her body extended
straight up, walked on her hands around the table again.  This
time, when she got back to her seat, she arched her back and
lowered her body until her nipples touched the carpet, then,
using the enormous power in her upper arms and shoulders, flipped
herself into a high backward somersault, coming down with her
feet together.

The girls had watched her performance in mounting amazement. 
When she was finished, there was applause and cheering from them
all.

Finally Ali said, "I give up!"  Looking around the room she just
shook her head and said, "Women have no upper-body strength. 
Everyone knows that, right?  That being true, how in hell can she
do what she just did?"

Then shaking her head with feigned sadness, she added, "Well, I
guess now we all know how she got the double-eagle ten days ago
-- it's pretty easy to see where her power comes from."  Then Ali
went around the table, took Kathy in her arms and kissed her,
then put her arm around her waist and said, "What do you think? 
Does she qualify as a partner?"  The verdict was a rousing and
unanimous affirmative.

Finally Kathy said, "Thank you all, very much.  As you all know,
had it not been for Clifford & Jamison I wouldn't have a husband
anymore, let alone be returning from the most magnificent
honeymoon a woman has ever had."

Then with a wry grin she looked at Ali and added, "On the other
hand, what a hell of a thing to do to yourself on a full stomach!
 My lovely lunch is still rolling around down there."  The girls
all cracked up with laughter and then headed back to work.

After the conference room was put back in order, Kathy picked up
Judy and took Kris and Kim down to the health club.  Although she
tried to conceal it from the girls, they saw her write a check
for $3,000 covering a one-year deluxe membership for each of
them.  As they walked toward the lockers, Kris said, "Mistress,
we have no money left at all.  Could we pay you in three months?
With interest at 18 percent?"

Kathy just stopped in the hallway and said, "Kris and Kim, I want
you to know that Mike and Jim are two of the luckiest men in the
world.  Although we only met for the first time a few hours ago,
it's already plain to see that you two are very special young
women."  Then, with a very warm smile, she added, "I only hope
the guys prove worthy of your love."

As they resumed their walk to the lockers, Kris and Kim exchanged
looks.  They didn't know what Kathy was talking about.

They began the same way Kathy had, on the exercise machines. 
Their eyes bugged as they saw the weight that Kathy was moving so
easily and at the same time saw her muscles bulge from the
exercise.

Judy winked at Kathy and whispered, "They're exactly like you
were, Kath, in terms of basic equipment.  Those girls are going
to be in the same class you're in, and I really think they can do
it in less than six weeks."  With a grin she added, "They are in
much better shape than you were to start with."

After working on the machines, the girls went to the pool.  This
time, when Judy and Kathy raced, it was Judy who was left behind
as Kathy just sped back and forth in the pool.  Kim and Kris dove
in and started to swim but couldn't complete a single lap in the
time it took Kathy and Judy to swim two.  Judy took the girls
aside and gave them pointers.  Back in the pool they were moving
much faster now, thanks to the tips Judy had given them.

While Judy was working with the girls on their swimming, Kathy
took the opportunity to call the law school and leave a message
for Ken to call Ali at the office.  Then she called Ali and
briefed her on what had happened with the girls and what she had
agreed to.  Finally she said, "Ali -- partner -- I'm afraid
you're going to have to break the news to Ken that he'll have to
put up with a couple of new body slaves for the next six weeks."

Then with a chuckle she added, "Ali, what is the poor man going
to do?  For the last three weeks he's been lavished with all the
attention the Trang sisters could give him, and now he's got a
new cast of characters."

Trying to control her giggling, Ali could only say, "The poor
man!  What a way to treat a hero."

The girls spent the whole afternoon in the club, finishing in a
near-daze as their muscles rebelled against the harsh treatment.
Notwithstanding, like Kathy, the girls refused to quit, but they
were so exhausted at the end that Judy and Kathy had to give them
showers while supporting them to keep them from collapsing.

Then they gave them massages.  Kathy worked on Kris.  As she did,
although the girl was nearly asleep, she emitted involuntary
screams of pain whenever Kathy pressed too hard on one of her
tortured muscles.  When they finished, Judy winked at Kathy and
they left the girls on the tables covered with light blankets
while they went off to the canteen for Cokes.

Returning an hour later, the girls were still sleeping soundly. 
Taking the blanket from Kris, Kathy gave one of her ass cheeks a
hard pinch.  The girl screamed and almost threw herself off the
table, but Kathy was there to catch her.  "Awake now?" Kathy
asked with a grin.

The girl grinned ruefully and asked, "Was it this bad for you,
Mistress?  My body is aching in places I didn't even know I had
places."

"You'll do beautifully, Kris," Kathy replied giving her a warm
kiss.  Then they told the girls to get dressed in Levi's and work
shirts that they had brought with them.

Since it was almost five, Kathy said it was time to head home and
then led the girls to her car in the garage.  When Kim saw it,
she let out a low whistle and got in the passenger seat while
Kris got in back.  In the rear-view mirror Kathy could see Kris
pull down the center armrest and almost instantly go back to
sleep.  Clearly, Kim was impressed with the car, and exclaimed
delightedly when the engine came to life.

As Kathy was about to put the car in reverse, she saw a frown on
Kimberly's face.  The girl asked her to pop the hood, which Kathy
did, even though she had no idea what the girl was thinking
about.

It was clear that Kim knew far more about the BMW than Kathy did.
 Going to the trunk, she opened it and then accessed a tool kit
attached to the top of it -- a tool kit Kathy didn't even know
was there.  Taking a screwdriver, she went to the engine
compartment.  After lifting the hood, the girl reached down to
the engine and turned a screw slightly.  She motioned to Kathy to
step on the gas lightly which she did.  After listening to the
engine for a few moments, the girl smiled to herself and nodded.
Closing the hood she returned the tool to its position in the
trunk, got back into the car and grinned.

"What was that all about?" Kathy asked, puzzled.

"One of the main engine settings was slightly off," Kim replied
softly as she leaned back in the seat.

"But how did you know?" Kathy persisted.

With a shrug Kim replied, "I could hear it clearly, and it's
really easy to adjust."

At that point, Kris spoke up quietly from the back seat. 
Glancing in the mirror, Kathy saw that the girl's eyes were still
closed.  "Mechanical things talk to Kimberly," she said.  "Don't
worry about it."

"And numbers talk to Kris," Kim added.  "Don't worry about that,
either."

All Kathy knew was that the car seemed to have even more power
than it usually did.  Meanwhile, Kim reclined her seat and just
listened to the powerful engine purr.  Both girls were sound
asleep when Kathy eased it into her side of the two-car garage
under their townhouse.

As soon as she shut off the engine, Kim woke up with a start and
realized where they were.  The girl stretched luxuriantly and
then punched Kris on the thigh saying, "Okay, sleeping beauty! 
It's time for us to go to work."  Kris woke up, looked around,
and got out of the car.

Going up the front steps Kathy was amused as she realized that
she knew scarcely anything more about the house than the girls
did.  All she and Ken had done the previous night when they
arrived was to make love and go to sleep.  At the door, there was
a very large florist's box which she picked up and carried in
with the girls following.  Going straight to the kitchen, she
opened it and found three dozen long-stemmed roses and a card
which said, "A dozen long-stemmed American Beauties for three
long-stemmed American beauties, with all our love, Jim andMike."

Before the girls could say anything, Kathy said, "Just remember,
before you start throwing things out or sending them back, twelve
of these are mine!"  Then she said, "Incidentally, you two
sleeping beauties probably didn't notice, but this is a
Pacific/Higgins property, so if you don't like it..."  They
walked around the townhouse apartment with the girls admiring
everything about it.

When they went into the second bedroom, Kris asked if she and Kim
could borrow a couple of blankets.  When Kathy asked what they
wanted blankets for, the girl replied that since they would be
sleeping in the kitchen, they would like a blanket, but, of
course, it wasn't necessary.

With a shake of her head Kathy replied, "Look, girls, I hate to
break the news to you so crudely, but this room is yours.  I'm
afraid you'll just have to make do."

Then Kathy reviewed what she wanted them to do as house slaves,
beginning with being nude at all times.  Although the girls' eyes
widened, they said nothing.  At six-thirty when they heard
another car enter the garage beneath them, the two girls took
their indicated positions at the front door.*Chapter 27*

When Ken opened the door, he was grateful that Kathy had been
able to warn him through Ali.  There were two naked girls
kneeling by the door waiting for him.  After closing the door,
the auburn-haired girl said, "Good evening, Master.  I am Slave
Kimberly and this is Slave Kristin.  We are here to serve you in
any way you may wish."  Looking up into his eyes she asked,
"Would you like to discipline us now?"

He saw the girls were looking up at him with expressions on their
faces that he couldn't read.  Sensing there was more to her
question than there seemed, he said he would.  At that Kim
reached down to the floor beside her and picked up an object
which she handed to him.  "It's a cat-o'-nine-tails," she said
softly.  "I think I made it properly.  You will see, Master, that
the ends have been knotted to provide more bite."

Looking at the object, Ken realized it was made from a length of
heavy rope which was still intact as it formed the handle. 
Beyond the handle, it had been carefully unwoven to provide nine
separate strands, each over three feet long.  Where the strands
came together into the original rope, they had been spliced to
ensure that they did not unravel further.  As she had said, there
were small knots tied at the end of each strand which would cut
their bodies to pieces.

Although he was utterly appalled at what he was holding, he
decided to continue the act a bit longer and said, "Kimberly, I
want you to bend over backward and hold on to your ankles.  Kris,
kneel as close to Kimberly as you can so your back parallels her
chest and belly.  That way I won't have to swing this thing so
many times."

Kimberly immediately did what she was told, but Kris looked up at
him and asked, "Master, I would like to accept discipline for
both of us.  My body cuts easier, but it heals faster, too." 
Looking at him, he could see tears in the corners of her eyes. 
"Please, Master?" she pleaded.

"Don't you dare!..."  Kim exclaimed, then quickly added, "I'm so
sorry, Master!  But please, don't listen to her.  I'm much
stronger than she is and should accept the discipline for us
both.  I'm sorry I didn't offer to do so in the beginning..."

She stopped slowly as Ken went down on one knee.  Having just
returned from law school, he was wearing khaki pants, a white
button-down shirt and a sports jacket.  He looked at Kim and
said, "Bend down over my knee."  Her eyes widened but she
immediately did as he said.  She lay over his knee facing to his
left and he spanked her right cheek ten times hard.  Then he
motioned for her to get up and bend over the other way, and he
spanked her ten more times on the left.  Each time his hand came
down he could hear a muffled gasp of pain but she didn't cryout.

When he finished, he said that she could get off his knee but
then told her to kneel again where she had been.  When she did,
he saw a trickle of blood flowing from her mouth where she had
bitten her lip hard to keep from screaming.  Motioning to Kris,
he repeated the spanking with her.

When he finished her spanking, Kris knelt down in front of him
and took his right hand in both of hers.  Looking up at him, he
could see tears streaming from her eyes, but she kissed his hand
and licked his palm saying, "Thank you, Master, for disciplining
me.  I hope you didn't hurt your hand."

As she spoke, blood began to stream from her mouth.  Like Kim,
Kris had not made a sound except an involuntary gasp each time he
struck her.  Kneeling down in front of her, Ken took the girl in
his arms and hugged her naked body.  The instant he did the girl
broke down and began to cry.  He held her tightly and could hear
her sobbing, "Oh God, it hurts so much!"

At that Ken lifted her head from his shoulder and moved her lips
to his.  He kissed her, and the girl could feel pure love flowing
from him to her although it was completely devoid of any passion.
 As he kissed her he could taste the salty blood in her mouth. 
When he relaxed his hold, the girl sank back on her heels in
spite of the intense pain she felt as much of her weight rested
on her bruised buns.  She just looked at him with her hand in
front of her mouth.  Then motioning to Kimberly, he did the same
thing to her.  As he was about to release her, Kathy came into
the hallway and grinned at him.

Ken looked up at her and his jaw dropped.  Kathy was wearing a
red bodice with gold chains around her neck and gold bracelets on
both arms.  Heavy gold earrings hung from her ears and, to his
utter astonishment she was wearing eye shadow along with lipstick
in the same shade of red as her bodice.  However, the bodice rose
to just below her nipples which had been reddened with the same
shade, as were her cunt lips which were also fully revealed.  The
bodice ended at the flare of her hips and she was wearing nothing
else.

He jumped to his feet, swept her into his arms and melted his
lips to hers.  Their intense love and passion flowed between them
as Ken realized that, having been apart since breakfast, it was
their longest separation in weeks.  Then he realized that Kathy's
lipstick was cherry flavored.  When he mentioned it, she grinned
and told him that that had been the biggest problem.  "I could
easily find the correct shade in strawberry," she said, "But I
know you like cherry."

Then she pulled back and asked, "How do you like my dress?  Now
that we have a pair of house slaves I can take the time to dress
for dinner.  Aren't you pleased?"

Meanwhile, the girls had been watching the intense love flow
between the young couple.  When Kathy and Ken parted, he looked
down at his trousers and saw that his right pants leg was wet
where the girl's cunts had been in contact with it.  "Are you
sure these two girls are housebroken?" he asked Kathy with a
grin.  She just shrugged and led him to the living room while the
girls got to their feet.

Following earlier instructions from Kathy, they went to the
kitchen while Kathy sat Ken in the most comfortable chair and
then sat down across his lap.  Grinning at her he asked, "Aren't
you a bit... overdressed?"  She repeated what she had said
earlier that the house-slaves made a difference.

In the meantime, the girls had carried out drinks and then knelt
on the floor holding trays of canapes in easy reach.  In spite of
their obvious pain, the girls rested their buns on the backs of
their legs.  "Why did you want to be beaten?" Ken asked the girls
quietly.

Holding her head up straight, Kris replied simply, "Because we
are evil."

At that Kathy interjected, "Ken, there's something you should
know.  The two girls are here to try to become as much like me as
they can so they can become Jim and Mike's mistresses.  The evil
that Kris referred to consisted of sleeping with men twice in
their lives.  They had more sexual experience in a single night
with Jim and Mike than they had the rest of their lives
combined."  With a small grin she added, "Don't believe
everything they try to sell you."

Turning to the girls she said, "Kris, the only man that ever
picked you from the lineup at the whorehouse was Mike, right?" 
The girl nodded affirmatively.  "And yet you and Kim had to be
the most beautiful girls there.  Why?"  Then with a warm smile
she answered her own question, "I'll bet you ten dollars to ten
cents it's because, until Mike appeared, you didn't like any of
the men.  I'll bet your cunt was as dry as a desert.  You say you
urged men to put their fingers into your vagina.  I'll bet they
couldn't, could they?"

"But that's not the point," Kris protested.  "I was really trying
to sell my body to them."

"The hell you were!" Kathy exclaimed.  "You are two of the
nicest, sweetest, warmest women alive.  You couldn't possibly
have done it.  Right?"  When the girl looked like she was about
to temporize again, Kathy insisted, _"Right?"_  Reluctantly Kris
nodded her head.

Later, the girls served the magnificent dinner that Kathy had
prepared.  When they were finished, Ken carried Kathy up to the
bedroom while the girls took care of the dishes and cleaned up. 
Later when they came into the bedroom, they found Kathy in
continuous orgasm.  They just watched in utter amazement.  This
time, though, with an intense effort of will Kathy retained
consciousness.

After Ken ate out her cunt, she was resting with her head on his
shoulder and just looking at the girls.  Remembering the
punishment they had suffered, she got out of bed and, overcoming
their protests, insisted that they take turns on the massage
table while she carefully put a painkilling ointment on their
terribly bruised buttocks.  Calling Ken over while she gently
worked on Kris she asked, "What were you trying to do?  Kill
them?"  Then with a wry grin she added, "I guess I'll have to
handle the discipline around here myself."

When she finished, the girls started back to their own room but
Kathy stopped them.  "Come back here, you two!" she ordered. 
Then she told them that she and Ken had become used to having
supple warm bodies on both sides of them each night.  She told
Kris to warm her while Kim would sleep on Ken's left side.  When
Kris got in beside her, Kathy leaned over and kissed the girl
softly.  As she did, she realized how sweet the girl's lips were
and how clean and fresh her body was.  In moments they were all
asleep.

The next morning, rather than going directly to the office, Kathy
drove to the construction site where she and Ken had been
working.  As usual, she and the girls were wearing Levi's and
work shirts.  They found that the collapsed sewer had been
repaired and the construction work had resumed.  She also found
Tony Rossi there, along with his daughter-in-law, Mickey.

Although he was supposed to be in a wheelchair he was hobbling
around on crutches despite Mickey's protests, claiming the
wheelchair couldn't handle the rough ground at a construction
site.  After introducing Kris and Kim to Mike, he was interrupted
by a worker complaining about a particular four-wheel-drive
pickup truck.  The truck in question looked new and was painted
yellow with the new green Pacific/Higgins logo on each door.

When he heard what the man had to say, Tony exclaimed, "Call a
towing company and tell them to take that piece of shit on four
wheels to the nearest crusher!  I never want to see that...
that..."  Words failed him in a search for a sufficiently
terrible noun to describe the truck.

At that point Kimberly spoke up.  "Mr. Rossi, if you're serious
about getting rid of it, could I have it?  At the very least I'll
take the responsibility of getting it off the job myself."  Tony
quickly agreed, then turned his attention back to Kathy.  He
looked at her and pronounced her the most beautiful girl in the
world.  Looking at his daughter-in-law he said, "I'm sorry,
Mickey, but I cannot tell a lie.  She really is even more
beautiful than you are.  And you know I think you are one of
God's most perfect creations!"

Mickey kissed him softly full on the lips and said, "Dad, you're
right."  But then, with the most loving smile Kathy had ever
seen, she added, "But remember, Dad, we all owe our very lives to
her...  And I owe her all my future happiness.  Without her..."

Tears began to flow from Tony's eyes as he looked at Kathy and
said, "She's absolutely right, you know.  Madonna, not only did
you save my life but you introduced me to one of the most perfect
people in the world, my own daughter."  Tears were flowing from
his eyes in twin streams as he continued, "You wouldn't believe
what this girl has done for me.  She is a superb cook, a loving
wife, and soon to be a world-class mother -- making me a
grandfather."  He took Kathy's hand and kissed her fingers
saying, "And we owe it all to you."

Looking around, they didn't see the girls.  Then Kathy saw them
coming out of the portable toilets and called them over.  It
turned out that they had just finished cleaning them all.  Kris
pointed out that one of the first things they had learned about
Kathy was how she had worked up to her elbows in shit.  "If you
could do it, Mistress, as pure as you are, Kimberly and I can
certainly do it, as filthy as we are."

The girls then went over to the truck that Tony had given Kim. 
Kathy walked over to watch.  Kimberly borrowed some tools and
began to work on the vehicle.  She learned that it was almost
impossible to start, but even when it finally did start, it was
prone to stalling at the worst possible moments.  Kathy watched
in amazement as the girl sat behind the wheel and it started up
for her instantly.  Getting out of the cab she opened the hood
and listened to the engine for a few moments, then took some
tools and dove into the engine compartment.  After making a few
adjustments, the engine which had been running very rough began
to purr.  The girl spent an hour on the vehicle working on the
brakes, the transmission and the transfer case.  Finally she
borrowed a hose and carefully washed it.

When she finished, it was shining and running better than it ever
had since the day it was built.  With a smile Kimberly told Kathy
that now she could reclaim her own tools which were in a
cargo-bed tool box stored at a friend's.  Kathy learned that the
girl had owned a pickup but had sold it when they liquidated all
of their assets to raise the money for their training.

Kathy told the girls she was going back to the office since they
now had their own transportation.  That afternoon, she received a
phone call from Tony.  He told her that Kimberly was a mechanical
wonder-woman.  She had gone from one piece of machinery to
another making slight adjustments on each one.  By the time she
left, every piece of equipment was running better than brand new.
 Moreover, he reported, while Kimberly was working on the
machinery, Kristin was going over the books and records.  After
only a few hours she gave him a list of things to change and do,
including keeping an eye on two subcontractors she suspected were
ripping off the company.

Each day thereafter, Kris and Kim would spend the morning on a
different Pacific/Higgins job site.  They would begin by cleaning
the toilets and then Kim tuned up the equipment while Kris went
over the books and records.  Nevertheless, the girls were always
back at the office in time to help prepare lunch and serve it. 
In the afternoon, they worked out under the watchful eyes of Judy
and usually Kathy, too.

At home, Kathy and Ken came to love the two girls.  They were
physically developing at a truly astonishing rate.  After just a
few days, they found that the girls were both expert card players
so they began to play Bridge after dinner.  Late in the first
week, Kim asked if Kathy and Ken played Poker.  The couple looked
at each other and shook their heads.  Kris grinned and said that
she and Kim would be delighted to teach them.  Afterward, they
alternated between Bridge and Poker played for matches.  After
two weeks of that, one Thursday night, Kris suggested they play
for something else.  That night, all three women were naked while
Ken was wearing his khaki pants and a shirt.  Kris suggested
Strip Poker.

Looking down at her nude body, Kathy asked with a wry grin, "And
what, exactly, am I supposed to strip?  My skin?"

"No, Mistress," Kris replied.  "If you lose, you must do
something the winner demands.  It will be easy and painless.  If
Kim or I lose, we will be beaten by our master."  Looking at Ken
she added, "Master, you haven't yet used the cat-o'-nine-tails
that we so carefully made that first day."

Ken just shook his head, but they agreed to play.  They already
knew that the two girls were very good.  It came as no surprise
to Kathy when she and Ken lost badly.  Previously, they had
agreed to stop playing at eleven.  When the time came, Kathy
looked at them and said, "We lost.  Now what did we lose?"

Kris grinned at her lasciviously and replied, "Mistress, you are
going to go down on our master.  You will knead his beautiful
balls and make him cum as much as he possibly can, but you cannot
drink it.  Instead, you must shoot it all over your body: your
face, your breasts, your belly..."

"I don't understand," Kathy protested.  "It will be such a waste!
 What happens then?"

"Then Kris and I get to lick it off your glorious body,
Mistress," Kim replied.

Kathy frowned, raised an eyebrow and shook her head resignedly. 
Then she undressed Ken, knelt in front of him, and began to work
on his now fully-erect cock.  In just a few minutes of
manipulation she could feel he was about to spend.  Taking the
cock out of her mouth, she used it like a hose and aimed it at
her face and then down her body, while at the same time she
manipulated his balls to maximize his cuming.  Finally, his
spurts of semen ended.

Rather than lying flat on the carpet, Kathy just bent over
backward, while her lower legs were still jackknifed beneath her,
until her head and upper back were on the floor.  The girls shook
their heads at the obviously self-inflicted pain, but then began
carefully to lick off every succulent drop.  When they were
finished, Kris asked, "Why did you do that, Mistress?  Why didn't
you just lay out flat?"

"It was the least I could do in recognition of all the pain you
and Kim have voluntarily suffered."  Then she took each of the
girls in her arms, kissed them lovingly and said, "You two are
really very special people.  I hope you know that."

"We sure are," Kris replied with a grin.  "We're probably only
the second and third people alive to get to drink our master's
wonderful cum...  And being able to get it by licking it off your
glorious body...  Yum!"  Kathy and Ken just grinned and shook
their heads.

* * *

On the fourth Friday, Ken received a call from Tony asking if he
could come down to the job site the next morning.  There was a
problem that he might have an idea about.  The following morning
Ken drove down with Kathy sitting beside him in the Mazda RX-7
turbo that was the replacement for the junker that they formerly
drove.  Ken utterly adored his new toy and handled it as if he
was born to it.  For her part, Kathy just delighted in his
pleasure.  As powerful as it had been a few weeks earlier, it was
now putting out far more power as a result of some modifications
to the turbocharger that Kimberly had made.

Reaching the job site, they found out what the problem was. 
Although Higgins had originally only been handling the site work
and foundation, now as a part of Pacific/Higgins, former Higgins
people had on-site responsibility for the whole project.  When
completed, it was to be twin office towers, each thirty-five
stories high, with a common base which would house shops and
restaurants.  Construction had already proceeded on the tower
steelwork which, unfortunately, was already over 100 feet above
the base -- about ten stories.

But the architect had forgotten to join the two buildings with a
required walkway at the second level of the towers. 
Pacific/Higgins was working on a special basis with the insurance
company that wrote the architect's Professional Errors &
Omissions policy.  They had agreed to pay Pacific/Higgins five
million dollars if the company could connect the two towers to
form the walkway without having to dismantle the steelwork, the
cost of which would otherwise have to be paid by the insurance
company.

Unfortunately, with the vertical steelwork in place, they found
it impossible to place the steel stringers between the two
buildings.  After looking at the situation Ken just shook his
head.  The difficulty was that the steel stringers were
fabricated precisely to size to reach between the two buildings.
The operating engineers had been vainly trying for almost two
days to hoist them into position.  The problem was their size
required that they move exactly sideways so that both ends slid
into position at the same time.  Pacific/Higgins' best crane
operators couldn't do it.

Ken looked at the situation and shook his head, telling Tony that
the only thing he could think to do would be to take the
steelwork down to the level of the walkway.  "I'm afraid you're
right, Ken, but there goes our special deal with the insurance
company," Tony said.  He was about to give the orders to begin
dismantling, although he was fearful, recognizing that, even
though the structure was brand new, it was much more difficult
and dangerous to take one down than it was to put one up.

While they had been inspecting the structure, Kim and Kris
arrived and cleaned out the toilets.  They were standing nearby
when Tony and Ken had their conversation.  As Tony was about to
give the orders to start the dismantling, Kimberly said, "Could
Kris and I take a crack at it first, Tony?  We might be able to
do it for you."  Although Tony was very skeptical, over the
preceding weeks he had developed a great respect for the two
girls.  Moreover, he knew they were very good friends of Kathy's
so that was enough for him.  He agreed to let them take a shot.

What followed both amazed and impressed the large crew of men
gathered at the site.  First, although the hoisting crane was
new, Kim and Kris began to crawl all over it making myriad slight
adjustments, even replacing a couple of hoist clutch plates. 
Then, while Kim was in the crane's cab at the controls, Kris
supervised the positioning of the steel-wire slings along the
length of the steel girder assembly.  Time after time Kim would
raise the beam a few feet off the ground only to see Kris shaking
her head.  She would lower it, the sling would be moved -- at
times it seemed like only an inch -- and then they tried again.

Finally, the beam was in the air and Kris just grinned and
nodded.  Rather than taking the construction elevator up to the
spot on the building where the beam was intended to go, Kris put
her work-boot into the hook of another crane which instantly
hoisted her to a preselected destination on the steelwork.  As
she watched it all, Kathy had her hand over her mouth.  The girl
was standing on a girder fifty feet in the air with nothing to
support her nor anything below her except for the concrete slab
far below that floored the building.

Taking her position on a beam, Kim began to use hand signals to
Kim to control the lift.  The men watched in amazement as the
beam very slowly rose into the air.  It was obvious that Kimberly
was doing everything possible to prevent it from beginning to
swing at the end of the giant hoisting hook.  When the girder was
well up in the air, the purpose of the work on the crane became
apparent.  Playing the controls of the crane like a virtuoso
musician, Kim engaged the caterpillar treads and very slowly
moved across the ground with the girder still suspended from the
crane boom.  Finally, she reached a position that satisfiedKris.

Slowly she rotated the cab while Kris controlled it all by eye. 
When she was satisfied with the crane's position, she signaled
her friend to slowly hoist the beam.  Its rise seemed
interminable but finally it was at the height Kris wanted.  Then
she gave another signal.  Instead of controlling the hoisting
cable, Kim very slowly lowered the crane boom itself. 
Miraculously, the girder moved slowly towards the steelwork at a
height only inches higher than its destination.  Then Kathy
realized that even Kris's location was not a matter of chance. 
As the beam moved closer, Kathy realized it was very slightly
closer to the structure on which Kris was standing than it was to
its twin.  When the beam was only inches away from its
destination, Kris held on to a vertical I-beam with one hand and
used her booted foot to move the steel the fraction of an inch
necessary for it to get into the proper position.  It was enough.
 Then Kathy realized what the two girls had done.  They had
threaded a needle with a 10-ton steel assembly with a clearance
not much greater than the eye of a needle.

Then she signaled Kim to lower the beam when it was precisely
centered.  Slowly the beam moved down the last few inches and
finally, with a clang like a closing vault door, it came to rest
on its designated supports.  It took three more hours to place
the remaining three beams, but the girls did it.  When they
finished, Kathy took them in her arms, kissed them lovingly, and
congratulated them on a brilliant achievement -- an achievement
that had made the company millions of dollars.

As usual, Kathy had packed a huge picnic lunch for the four of
them which they ate straddling steel girders.  While they were
eating, Kris and Kim had been looking at a small man-made
settling pond which was nearly five feet deep.  It had been dug
to provide a settling point for any dirt that might otherwise be
washed off the site by rain.  Because of recent rain storms, the
pond was now filled nearly to overflowing.  For his part Tony
didn't know what to do next with his crew.  Because they had been
called in on a Saturday they were being paid for a full day,
regardless.  When Kris climbed off the beam and explained the
idea she and Kim had, Tony grinned and immediately agreed.

Because of their excellent physical condition at the time they
began the program with Kathy, coupled with indefatigable effort
on their parts, the two girls were now physically magnificent. 
While Kris ran off to challenge the other men, Kim got into the
cab of the crane, hoisted an I-beam, and then lowered it into
position bridging the settling pond.  Kathy and Ken watched the
girls in amusement, although they had no idea of exactly what
they intended to do.

The answer was quick in coming.  In the same way that loggers
relax with log-rolling competitions, Kris had conceived of the
idea of hand wrestling on the girder.  Of course, the loser would
fall into the pond that was a semi-solid with all of the
suspended dirt that had been washed into it by recent rains.  The
winner might go swimming, as well.  When Kris delivered the
challenge, virtually the entire crew responded.

Kathy watched in fascination as the two girls walked out to the
center of the beam and then, standing back to back, fought off
one challenger after another.  She quickly realized that,
although the hand-wrestling required strength, the principal
factor was balance.  She and Ken sat side by side on their girder
which proved to be the perfect vantage point from which to
observe the fights.  One after another the challengers were
dumped off the beam.  After about thirty minutes, the pond was
nearly covered with floating yellow Pacific/Higgins hardhats from
the men who had been dumped into the water.  Kathy enjoyed
watching the girls' new muscles in action.  Their balance was
utterly incredible -- they might as well have been standing on a
sidewalk while their challengers more often appeared to be
walking a tightrope.  Their strength was very impressive, too.

Finally, all of the challengers had been disposed of and Kris and
Kim faced one another and shook hands.  Then, to the utter
amazement of all of the men, most of whom were filthy from having
been dumped into the water, the girls just went over the side of
the girder into the water in huge belly-flops.  After the girls
rescued their own hardhats, the men extended their hands to help
them up.  The girls looked at each other, now completely covered
with mud and began to howl with laughter.  The day's surprises
weren't over, though.

When the men realized that the girls intended to take off all
their clothes, they passed them a hose and all the men formed a
circle surrounding the pond with their backs to the girls.  Kris
and Kim squealed and giggled like school girls as they first
rinsed each other off with the cold water while fully dressed,
then stripped and repeated it while they were naked.

It was then that Kathy noticed how perfect their bodies now were.
 Kris's hair was now slightly lighter than Kathy's while Kimberly
now had beautiful auburn hair with blonde streaks through it. 
Both of the girls, lovely a few weeks earlier, were now
incredible beauties.  Grinning, Kathy went to her car and brought
back clean jeans and work shirts.  When they finally left the
construction site, it was to the cheers of the men for Kris and
Kimberly.  Not only had they succeeded in positioning the girders
-- a job the men had given up on -- but they had successfully
taken on all comers on the girder.  Then they had topped it off
by diving into the muddy water themselves.

The girls drove off in Kim's truck while Ken and Kathy said
goodbye to Tony.  He just shook his head slowly and asked,
"Kathy, are those the girls that Jim and Mike talk about all the
time?"

She didn't know but said, "I suppose so, Tony.  Why do you ask?"

"Because those girls are _real!"_ he exclaimed.  Then he told
them how effective the girls had been already.  First, the
manning on the crews was about half of what it had been, while
the productivity was 25 percent greater.  The net was that
Pacific/Higgins was absolutely minting money.  He concluded by
saying, "The men absolutely worship those girls -- and their
stock will go up far higher after they learn what they did
today."

Then with a broad grin he added, "They are the best thing to
happen to this company since you, Kathy!"  The girl grinned,
gaily waved goodbye, and then ran to catch up to Ken who had
threatened to leave her there to walk home.

Arriving back at the townhouse, as they were about to put the car
in the garage, they saw two girls sitting on their front step. 
From their posture, they were sure it was the Trangs.  Running up
the stairs, Kathy spread her arms wide and Marie leaped into
them, then melted her lips to Kathy's in a lingering love-filled
kiss.

As she returned it, Kathy could feel a wetness on her cheek. 
Moving Marie away she asked, "Darling Marie, what's wrong?"

"I never thought I would miss you as badly as I have, My Lady." 
Then, with her eyes filled with tears, she added, "I love you so
very much!"

Taking the girl back in her arms, she kissed her again and then
whispered in her ear, "And I love you very much, too."  Celeste
had jumped into Ken's arms at the same time.  Finally, Kathy was
able to open the door so they could get off the steps.  When they
were inside, she kissed Celeste warmly, while Ken welcomed Marie.
 With the greetings completed, they learned that the girls had
registered for law school at USC but had not yet found a place to
live.

They had purchased a car, though, which was parked at the curb. 
Marie grinned and commented that, since they were now in Los
Angeles, they had taken care of the most important thing first:
the car.  After assuring the Carlsons that since they were now
very well off financially -- their fellowships covered all
ordinary expenses including their housing and board -- buying a
car with their savings had been very easy and affordable.

Then Kathy filled the girls in on Kimberly and Kristin.  The
girls' eyes lighted up when they realized what was happening. 
Just then, the front door opened as the girls returned.  Kathy
looked at the girls, grinned ruefully and said, "I'm afraid you
have just been temporarily displaced."  Then she introduced Marie
and Celeste and explained their backgrounds.  While she was
talking the Trangs were stripping off their clothes.  Kathy had
been amused to see they were both wearing Levi's and work shirts,
too.

When she spoke of the torture they had undergone, she asked the
girls to show their backs.  Kim gasped while Kris started to cry.
 Then Kathy ruefully added the story of the self-inflicted brands
which the girls proudly displayed.  Since the brands were not
even a month old, they were still raw-looking but the girls
seemed to be able to move naturally again.

Finally, Kathy told the Trangs what Kris and Kim had accomplished
that day.  The girls whistled when Kathy told them there was less
than one-half inch clearance on a sixty-foot beam being
manipulated with a giant crane.  The Trangs instantly understood
what had been done and congratulated the girls.  Then Kathy
pointed out that, since the Trangs were usurping their position
as house-slaves, the girls were going to be guests at dinner that
night.  Furthermore, since they were guests, she asked the Trangs
to give them baths and massages -- they needed it.  While Kathy
began preparations for dinner the four girls disappeared
upstairs.

Later Kathy heard a scream and then the sound of hysterical
crying.  She recognized the voice as Kristin's and ran upstairs.
The girl was on her knees in their bedroom crying her eyes out. 
When she had put on her best dress, the shoulder ripped out
because of the change in her dimensions.  Kathy got down on her
knees and hugged the tormented girl tightly while she asked Marie
to get a couple of her own dresses.  She was certain they would
fit.

Finally she got the girl under control.  But with tears still
pouring from her eyes, Kris wailed, "Kathy, what can we do?  Kim
and I don't have a penny left...  This is one thing we never
thought of!  We don't even have enough money between us to buy a
pair of pantyhose."

"Darling," Kathy said softly, "there are more things to wear in
my closet than I can even count.  I'm sure we all wear the same
size, so...  How about if we consider it a loan?  Okay?"

"Are you sure?" the girl said skeptically.

"I'm very sure!" Kathy replied emphatically.

At that point Marie, who had been working on Kris, whispered into
Kathy's ear, "The girls are magnificent, My Lady.  And they are
lovely -- in every sense of the word."  Kathy just looked at the
girl and winked.

That evening Kathy decided to give the girl some lessons in
etiquette.  She and Ken dressed for dinner for the first time
since they had been in their new quarters.  The Trangs insisted
on wearing their "uniforms" -- their nude bodies with only the
large white silk bows worn on the backs of their heads.  After
aperitifs, they sat down to a magnificent dinner.  In spite of
Kathy's pleas, Marie and Celeste refused to eat at the table with
them.  Instead, when they weren't serving Marie knelt beside
Kathy while Celeste was on her knees next to Ken.

Earlier, they had found that there was a large wine inventory
stored in a very expensive wine refrigerator that replicated
optimum wine-cellar storage conditions.  They served three
different wines with the seafood cocktail and the four discussed
the relative merits of each.  The main course was tournedos
Rossini which provided him with the opportunity to open and
discuss several different fine red wines.

While they enjoyed the magnificent meal, Kathy noted that the
girls looked utterly gorgeous wearing the sleeveless dresses she
had given them.  Both girls now had golden tans that were only a
bit lighter than Kathy's own.  She knew that the girls were both
now very muscular, but like herself the muscles didn't ever show.
 They sat up very straight and proud with their now-very-firm
tits prominently displayed.  She smiled inwardly, realizing that
all of their nipples were stretching the material of thedresses.

Because of the activity and the mental strain of the day, the two
girls went to bed early while Ken and Kathy made love in front of
the Trangs.  As she was about to close her eyes, Kathy pulled
Marie's head down on hers and kissed the girl lovingly saying, "I
really missed you, young lady.  Your tit is better sized to my
hand than Kris's.  Hers are like mine: a good size for a man to
hold but much too big for a woman."

After putting all the love she could into her kiss, Marie closed
her eyes feeling Kathy's warm hand cupping her tit.  It was
heavenly.

The next day, responding to Kathy's request, the Trangs worked on
the girls' pubic hair with tweezers, doing to them what they had
done to Kathy and Hank on the island.  When they were finished,
the girls came into the library where Ken and Kathy were watching
a football game and asked if they could compare.  Kathy grinned
and quickly stripped.  It was apparent that the girl's pubic
areas were now exactly like hers -- or so she thought.  Marie had
been watching carefully and, when Kathy stripped, she made a face
and knelt down in front of her with the tweezers and carefully
pulled out some new hairs.

While she did, Kathy pretended to glare at Kris and said, "Why
couldn't you keep your big mouth shut... Slave!"  Kimberly
scampered off for the cat-o'-nine-tails while Kris prostrated
herself in front of Kathy.  Rather than waiting, she took
advantage of the opportunity offered by Kris's ass now being high
in the air by pinching one of her cheeks as hard as she could.

The girl let out an involuntary scream at the unexpected pain,
then looked up at Kathy with tears in her eyes and asked,
"Mistress, won't you please just use the whip?  It's much less
painful than your very strong fingers."  Rather than answering,
Kathy ordered the girl to lie on her back while she carefully
worked painkilling ointment into the sensitive area where Marie
had been working.  When Kimberly returned, she ordered the girl
to lie on her back, too, and repeated the process.

That night, they repeated the formal dinner setting of the
previous evening.  It was only then that Kathy realized how
pleasant it was to have such elegant, intelligent and
well-informed young women as dinner companions.  Although it was
as difficult as extracting teeth, they finally learned that both
girls, like Ken and she, were graduates of the University of
California system.  It turned out that Kimberly was a member of
Tau Beta Pi, the engineering honor fraternity having majored in
mechanical engineering, while Kris was a member of Sigma Xi, the
scientific honor fraternity having majored in mathematics.  Both
girls had graduated with highest honors.

Moreover, earlier in the day at Kathy's request Marie and Celeste
had carefully measured the two girls.  They found that their
measurements were within fractions of inches of each other's and
Kathy's.  Later in the evening the conversation swung around to
Mike Higgins and Jim Duffy.  When their names came into the
conversation both girls lighted up.  Again Kathy realized how
lucky the two men were and hoped they had taken her request to
get into shape to heart.*Chapter 28*

On Monday morning, Kathy realized there were only two weeks left.
 After first calling Ali, she called Henry Hall and then loaded
the girls into her car.  Arriving at Henry's facility at the
Alliance Studios, she was about to introduce Kris and Kim when
Henry exclaimed, "Kris and Kimmie!  Where in hell have you two
been?  We've missed you."  After looking at them and then at
Kathy he said, "It's pretty clear that the object of whatever
you're doing is to look as much like Kathy as possible, right?" 
After both girls sheepishly nodded he continued, "Well, except
for the hair color, you've already done it!"

Then, with Kathy watching, he took the girls one at a time
starting with Kris.  The girl's hair was almost identical in
texture, wave and body to Kathy's but somewhat lighter in color.
Like Kathy, she had streaks of golden blonde along with strands
ranging in color to as dark as medium brown.

As he cut the girl's hair and styled it, he told Kathy that Kris
and Kimmie were well known on all the movie lots.  She learned
that, like Ali, the girls used to hang out with the stunt people,
preferring their company to that of the actors and directors. 
Henry also told her that Kim's ability with motor vehicles had
become famous among the stunt fraternity -- so much so, that it
was not uncommon, when a particularly demanding stunt involving a
motor vehicle was concerned, to have a contract provision
requiring the studio to retain Kimberly Moyer to mechanically
prepare the vehicle.  After having seen Kim's skill with things
mechanical, Kathy had no difficulty believing it.

When he finished and turned the girl around to face the mirror,
her hand when up to her mouth and she gasped, "That can't beme!"

"It sure is, Kris," Henry reassured her.  Then he smiled warmly
and added, "Look, the next time I tell you you're beautiful, will
you please just believe me?"

The girl jumped from the chair, kissed him and then took Kathy in
her arms, hugged her tight and kissed her warmly saying,
"Mistress, it may even work!  I don't really look that different
from you!"

The process repeated with Kimberly.  While doing her hair, Kathy
learned from Henry that Kris was as well known among film
financial people as Kimberly was to the stunt folks.  It seemed
that Kris regularly worked with film unit managers manipulating
the arcane elements of motion-picture accounting.

When they finished up, Kathy drove to the office with the girls.
This time they went to Ginger's office -- Ali and Bill Clifford
were vacationing in Hawaii and then would be going to Austin,
Texas, afterward to visit Bill's oldest child, his daughter,
Jennifer, a graduate student at University of Texas.  The four
young women sat around the desk talking.  Unbeknownst to Kris and
Kim, Kathy had furnished her with the girls' measurements that
the Trang sisters had taken.  Therefore, Ginger already knew that
clothes that fit Kathy would fit either girl perfectly.  But she
wanted to spend time with them to get a sense of color and
personality for style reasons.

As they talked, Ginger herself realized what Kathy had learned
earlier: the girls were very smart, very well-read and very
well-informed.  Although they were only wearing Levi's and
work-shirts, Ginger was captivated by their grace, poise, and
self-assurance.  Finally she realized that all she had to do was
buy colors for Kimberly that would look good on herself, and
colors for Kris that would look good on either Kathy or Ali.
_This is going to be ridiculously easy,_ she thought.

The last two weeks went flying by.  Kris and Kimmie knew that
D-day was on Monday, the last day of the six-week period.  On the
final Saturday, responding to a bet from the girls, Ken did to
them what he had previously done to the Trangs and to Kathy: he
had them crying their eyes out begging him to give them sexual
release.  Since it happened after his morning lovemaking with
Kathy, he ordered them to lick her entire body clean.  Finally,
he took them to the most powerful orgasms they had ever had in
their lives and just kept them doubled over pumping out vaginal
juices in twin floods.

On Sunday, for their last night together Kathy prepared a true
banquet that the Trangs were coming over to serve.  On Friday,
the girls had been dazzled by the wardrobes Ginger had purchased
for them.  Kathy had to assure them that the cost would be added
to their delayed notes.  Late that afternoon, Marie took Kris
into the master bath while Celeste worked on Kimmie in the girls'
own room.  It was a repetition of the Carlson's first night at
Kapalua, beginning with a shower, followed by a hot bath-oil
filled bathtub, followed by a sensual massage with quantities of
musk oil being worked into their bodies.  Finally, the girls were
carefully dressed in dresses similar to the cocktail dress Kathy
wore on Kapalua: the neckline plunged down to their navel and
down in back to reveal the crease between their buns.  The
dresses were held in place with the tiniest halter cords.  Kris's
was in a pale blue that complimented her blue eyes, while Kim's
was in a pale green that enhanced her brilliant emerald green
ones.

When the first course was served, Kathy raised her glass and
said, "Ken, I would like to propose a toast.  To Kristin Callahan
and Kimberly Moyer: two of the most beautiful, most lovely girls
it has ever been my good fortune to meet."  Looking at the two of
them she added, "And I mean 'lovely' in another sense: deserving
of love and adoration.  Similarly, you are both graceful, as in
full of God's divine grace."  Raising her glass she concluded,
"May you both achieve the happiness and joy you so richly
deserve!"

Because of the occasion, the Trang sisters were eating at the
table.  When Kathy finished, but before either of the girls could
respond, Marie said, "Lady Kathy, two weeks ago if anyone had
tried to tell me that there could be women who could compare with
you, I would have said it was utterly impossible."  With a grin
she interjected, "There's Hank Conroy, of course, but since she's
your sister, she doesn't count."  Continuing, she said, "Then we
met Kristin and Kimberly.  All we can say, My Lady, is you are
right.  They are truly worthy of the greatest love."  Then she
added, "We have never in our lives had an experience like
today's, hearing these two women's confessions!"

Earlier in the day Ken and the five women had gone to church
together.  After Mass, to the surprise of the others, Kris and
Kim asked to see a priest in the rectory and insisted that the
others accompany them.  When they met with a young,
newly-ordained priest, they insisted that he hear their
confession in the presence of the others.  Reluctantly, he
agreed.

In spite of the seriousness of the occasion and the sincerity of
the girls, it was all Kathy could do to keep from giggling as she
watched the expression on the young priest's face change as the
girls told in graphic detail how they had degraded themselves in
the whorehouse.  Moreover, in spite of his pleas, they insisted
on kneeling on the hardwood floor in front of him as they
confessed their sins.  When it was finally over, the priest and
Ken had to help the girls to their feet and then steady them
while they regained their balance.  In spite of the pain and the
fact that their faces were streaked with their tears, both girls
looked simply beautiful.

While they were standing, the priest granted absolution and gave
the two girls his personal blessing saying, "This has been the
most moving confession I have ever heard or even heard of.  In
the seminary we are taught to look for signs of true repentance."
 Shaking his head he finished by saying, "If we were to have made
a videotape of your confessions it could serve as a training aid
showing all the things a young priest should look for but so
rarely finds.  Although God alone has the power to forgive sins
-- we only act as middlemen -- I am as certain as I can be that
your sins are forgiven and your souls are pure."  With that he
shook hands and sincerely thanked the girls for giving him such
an opportunity.

When Marie finished her little speech, Kris raised her glass and
said, "Kimberly and I would like to offer a toast, too.  To the
Carlsons: The two finest people God has ever created.  May his
blessings continue to shine down upon you, may you enjoy the
happiness together you so richly deserve, and may you find
eternal happiness in Heaven in each other's arms, forever! 
Amen."  Kim murmured an amen and drank the toast with theTrangs.

Finally, when dinner was over, Kathy and Ken assured the girls
that, if the objective was to be like Kathy, they had succeeded
perfectly.  When the kitchen was cleaned up, the Trangs left to
return to the apartment they had found, while the others went
into the living room to enjoy another cognac.  Taking the
opportunity to further explore their apartment, Kathy had found a
collection of compact discs including several with big-band dance
music.  Putting one on the player, she winked at Ken and asked
the girls, "Have you ever wanted to see a golden grizzly bear
dance on its hind legs?"

Ken stuck out his tongue but took Kathy in his arms.  Aside from
loving to hold his beautiful wife, he decided he loved the dress
she was wearing because it bared so much of her body.  For her
part Kathy loved to spin, causing her skirt to fly out straight
revealing her entire lower body.  It was only when she spun out
the first time that Ken realized Kathy was wearing nothing at all
under the dress so it revealed her golden pubic patch.

Afterward, he took turns dancing with each of the other girls. 
When he did, he found that they, too, were not wearing bikinis,
having taken off the tiny lace garments they had been wearing. 
While he danced with Kris and Kimmie, Kathy delighted in playing
disc jockey, mixing the songs between fast and slow numbers. 
When he held the girls in his arms, he found that they felt and
moved exactly the way Kathy did.  Ending the dances, he kissed
each girl lovingly.

When he kissed Kris, she melted her lips to his and tried to
convey the depth of the passionless love she felt for him. 
Finally, when their kiss ended, she asked, "Do you think Mike
will take me, Master?"

Looking into her eyes Ken saw the tears forming at the corners
and knew it was no time for jokes.  He kissed her lightly on the
lips and said, "I'm certain of it, dear Kris!"  Then he glared at
her and added, "And the name is Ken.  Can we knock off the
'Master' shit now?"

Her eyes gleamed as she replied, "No, Master, I cannot."  Then
she bent over, lifted her skirt exposing her very tight buns and
said, "But I am being disobedient, Master, so I'm sure you will
want to punish me, won't you?"  Then she yelped loudly when he
gave one of them a hard pinch.  He just winked and said she was
becoming a masochist.

That night the girls got into bed with Ken and Kathy after their
lovemaking.  When Ken turned the light out, Kathy turned Kris's
face toward hers and gave her the most loving kiss the girl could
ever imagine.  Then Kathy murmured, "Darling Kris, I love you
very much.  You are the sweetest thing on two feet."  Then with a
small grin she added, "And your body smells simply divine!"

Kris smiled warmly and snuggled as close to Kathy's body as she
could get, then placed her hand over Kathy's which was cupping
her now very-firm tit and made warm happy noises deep in her
body.  When Kathy gave the girl a firm squeeze, she just murmured
happily and molded her body even closer to Kathy's as they
prepared to sleep.

Then Kris turned to Kathy and whispered, "Do you think Mike will
take me, Mistress?  I love him so!"

"I'm sure of it," Kathy replied, whispering into the girl's ear.
"Both of you girls were beautiful to start with, but now you are
utterly exquisite.  Of course he will, darling."  With that she
kissed Kris's delicate ear and lightly bit it.  Kris gave a
delicious little wiggle of her body, then kissed Kathy again with
all the love she could communicate.  Snuggling even closer, she
went to sleep.

* * *

Kathy had spent a good deal of time organizing the arrangements
for the meeting between the girls and the guys.  Although the
girls did not know it, she was meeting the men in the office at
nine o'clock, with the girls coming in at ten.  After discussing
it with Ken and Ginger, they agreed that taking the four at once
wouldn't be fair, nor would taking them sequentially be any
better.  As a result they agreed that Kathy would meet with Mike
and Kris while Ginger met with Jim and Kimmie.

As she entered her office, Jim and Mike rose to greet her.  When
she looked at them she stopped and did a double-take.  Both men
seemed to have lost fifteen years in age.  Then she realized that
they were almost like Ken, with the same slim waists and heavily
muscled arms and shoulders.  She kissed each of them in turn and
then shook her head saying, "What have you two done, anyhow?  You
each look like you're only about thirty."  Then with a quizzical
look on her face she looked at Mike and asked, "For that matter,
how old are you, anyway?"

With a sheepish grin Mike replied, "I'm thirty-nine...  We both
are.  I guess we let ourselves go to seed pretty badly, didn't
we?"  Then looking directly into Kathy's eyes he asked, "How old
did you think I was?  Fifty?"

Now it was Kathy's turn to be puzzled.  She said, "But... But I
thought Mike Rossi was named after you.  How could he havebeen?"

With a wry grin he replied, "Actually, I'm the second generation.
 I'm really Mike, junior.  When Tony says his son is named after
Mike Higgins, he's always a little vague about which one of us he
means.  I took over the company when Dad died."

Kathy persisted and asked, "But your appearance...  What did you
do?"

"Kathy," Jim replied, "This is all Ken's fault.  You see, when
you told us to get in better shape, I'm sure you didn't realize
how old we were.  Anyway, we took it to heart and contacted Ken.
We had lunch that day we met with you and he gave us both forty
kinds of hell, claiming we were the most unbelievable male
chauvinist pigs he could imagine.  And you know what?  He was
right.

"He said, 'What a pair!  You expect two exquisite young women to
improve their bodies for you.  What in hell for?'  He told us
that you had talked with him and told him how beautiful the girls
already were but we wanted them to be even better.  Then he asked
us what we were bringing to the party and we didn't have an
answer."  Then with a sheepish grin he asked, "How did we do?"

Kathy beamed at the two of them and exclaimed, "You're
spectacular!  Both of you.  The girls are going to be utterly
overwhelmed."

Then she went to her desk and took out two checks, each for
$500,000, one payable to each of them.  Mike looked at his and
was stunned.  "What in hell is _this?"_ he exclaimed.

"It's a refund, guys," Kathy replied softly.  Then she explained
that the girls had insisted on paying themselves and had not only
given Kathy every penny they had, they had sold themselves into
slavery to try to add to Kathy's compensation.  Shaking her head,
tears appeared in her eyes as she added, "Those two girls love
you with all their hearts.  I'm sure you are going to be
deliriously happy!"

Only then did Jim tell Kathy how they planned to proceed. 
Because they were afraid the girls would not consent to marry
them, they had concocted a plan to trick them into it.  After
explaining what they intended to do, Kathy just shook her head
and grinned saying, "I think it will probably work."  Looking
thoughtful she added, "It's probably a good idea, too.  I tend to
forget that, like you two, the girls are both Irish.  When they
make up their minds, you can't get them to change withdynamite!"

Shortly before ten, Kathy took Jim Duffy in to meet Ginger and
then returned to her own office to await Kris.  Exactly at ten,
Judy buzzed and said the girls had arrived.  She was asked to
bring the girls back to the offices personally.  Following a
quiet knock on the door, Judy opened it and ushered Kris in.

The girl looked magnificent.  She was wearing a plain beige wool
sleeveless dress that was tailored to her perfect figure.  In
addition, she was wearing a plain gold collar and gold loop
earrings along with plain alligator pumps.  She was very
apprehensive as she went to Mike who had risen to greet her with
his hand out.  Instead of taking his hand she went into his arms
and kissed him with all of the love and passion she could
communicate.  Mike's arms wrapped around her as she tried to melt
her body into his, while their mutual love just flowed like
electricity between them.

Kathy watched in amusement as Kris wrapped her arms around Mike's
neck for support as her knees turned to water.  Finally, they
eased apart.

"Kris, you are utterly magnificent..."  Mike exclaimed, still
breathless from their kiss.  "Awesome!"

Only then did Kris realize the tremendous physical change in
Mike.  "But what have you done to yourself?"  Going closer she
ran her fingers lightly over his shoulders and upper arms.  In
spite of wearing a brand-new custom-tailored suit she could feel
the heavy muscles even under layers of fabric.  Then with a
puzzled look on her face she asked, "Why, Mike?"

"Because I needed to make my body worthy of yours," he replied
simply.

Then Kris asked the others to sit down.  Mike was sitting on the
sofa while Kathy was still behind her desk.  Standing in front of
Mike, Kris said, "Mike, I would like to apply for the position of
your mistress.  Will you have me?"  Before he could reply she
unzipped her dress and lay it over a chair, then stepped out of
her pumps and her bikini.  Dropping to her knees in front of him
she cradled her breasts and said, "Mike, these are my tits.  They
are very firm now.  Are they firm enough for you?  Please feel
them."

Reaching out both hands, Mike tenderly cupped her beautiful tits.
 When he lightly pinched her nipples they instantly engorged. 
With a warm light in her eyes she said, "Squeeze them, Mike!  I'm
not at all breakable.  Please?  Squeeze them hard!"  When he did,
Mike loved the warm sounds of appreciation coming from deep in
her body.

Then she took one of his hands, moved it to her crotch and said,
"This is my cunt, darling.  You can feel how wet it is already to
welcome you inside me.  Is it good enough?  It's still very small
and I was going to stretch it for you, but Kathy insisted you
would want to do that yourself with your magnificent cock. 
Similarly, I was going to stretch my anal ring to be able to take
you easily in my ass but she thought you would want to take the
last of my virginity."

She stood up and turned her back towards him and bent over
slightly to cause her buns to protrude.  Looking over her
shoulder, she asked, "Would you squeeze them or pinch them or
something?  Are they tight enough for you, my darling?"  Mike
cupped her tight asscheeks in his hands and squeezed hard, again
triggering the wonderful warm sounds from deep in her body.

Turning around she just posed in front of him like a model and
asked, "Am I adequate for you, Mike?  Is there anything about me
you would like me to change?  Anything at all?"  He just shook
his head.  Then she repeated, "May I be your mistress, Michael
Higgins?  Please?"

Mike had been utterly overwhelmed by Kris's beauty.  She had set
out to become as attractive as Kathy.  To Mike's eyes, she was
now even more beautiful.  In order to play out the script he had
in mind, he asked her to please get dressed again.  Looking at
her naked body, he realized he would be unable to say or do
anything.  Kris felt a twinge of fear when he asked her to dress
rather than merely saying yes.  She did what he asked in an
instant and then sat down in a side chair.

"I'm sorry, Kris," Mike began.  "I can't take you as my mistress.
 I'm getting married the end of this week and my wife wouldn't
approve of my having a mistress."

Kris was utterly stunned.  She could feel her stomach turn over
and she felt sick.  Trying to control herself, she said softly,
"That's wonderful, Mike.  I'm... I'm sure you will be very
happy!"

Then her control failed and she began to cry.  Kathy's heart went
out to the girl as she heard her hopeless-sounding weeping. 
Then, with an incredible effort of will, and despite the fact
that her tears were still flowing, she asked, "Could... Could I
be your maid?  Or your cook...?  I'm really a very good cook
now."

Mike was tortured by the girl's tears.  Yet he steeled himself,
thinking, _I only have to hold on for a few more minutes..._  He
replied, "I'm afraid not, Kris.  I don't think my wife would like
that much better."

Finally, as a last-ditch measure she asked, "Mike, is there any
way I could be with you?  Any way at all?  I'm willing to do
absolutely anything...  I would be happy to be your wife's
personal slave if I could just be near you.  Is there anything I
can do?"

Mike breathed a silent sigh of relief.  Kris had just said
exactly what he had hoped she would say.  The dialogue was
playing out perfectly according to the plans they had made with
the help of Kathy and Ginger.  He looked thoughtful and said,
"Well, there is one thing...  No, it would never work.  You
wouldn't do it anyway.  It's just asking too much..."

Kris's eyes lighted up with rekindled hope.  "I will do anything,
my darling.  I will do absolutely _anything you ask!_  I swear
it.  Please just tell me what it is and my answer is yes!"

"Okay," Mike replied with a nod.  "Marry me."

Kris was stunned.  It was as if she had been hit over the head
with a club.  Slowly shaking her head she whispered, "Please
repeat that.  Did you say... marry?"

"Sure did," Mike replied brightly, "and you said yes."  Looking
at her with all the love he could convey with his eyes he said,
"Kristin Callahan, you have just made me the happiest man in the
world."

Kris's fear was instantly replaced with anger.  "Michael Higgins,
I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth!  You
tricked me!  Of all the nerve..."

Mike grinned and slowly shook his head saying, "You don't want to
be sued for breach of promise, do you?  You said you would do
absolutely anything I might ask.  I'm just asking for a very
simple thing.  Kris, I want you to be my wife."

Her anger passed as quickly as it appeared.  She leaped out of
her chair, threw herself into his arms and melted her lips to
his.  This time their kiss was like nothing either had ever
experienced.  It was just loaded with their mutual love and
passion for each other.

When she moved away just enough to be able to focus on his eyes
she said, "Darling, yes, I will marry you.  You have just made me
the happiest woman in the world."  With that she melted him with
another kiss.

Then she pulled away and frowned.  "You planned this whole thing,
didn't you, Michael Higgins?"

"Sure did," Mike agreed amiably.

At that Kris started to punch him lightly although she tried to
act like she was hitting him with all her might.  Mike just
ignored her flailing fists and pulled her face to his.  Again he
melted his lips to hers.  At first she just waved her arms in the
air, but moments later she wrapped them around his neck and
hugged him as hard as she could.  Meanwhile, Kathy was just
watching the scene with amusement.  It was so evident that Kris
and Mike utterly adored one another.

Then Kris again pulled back, but this time looked at Kathy. 
"Mistress, as my lawyer, I want you to prepare a prenuptial
agreement.  In it I wish to renounce any claim to any property
Michael Higgins may have at the time of our marriage or at any
time thereafter."

Before Kathy could say a word Mike said, "After you do that,
Kathy, as my lawyer, please prepare a codicil to my will leaving
my entire estate to the Gay & Lesbian Alliance."

"Have you utterly lost your mind, Mike!?" Kris exclaimed.  "What
in hell are you doing?"

"But darling," Mike replied trying to sound as reasonable as
possible, "surely you don't want it all to go to the State of
California, do you?  What other choice do I have?"  Then he
looked thoughtful and added, "And I think it's a fine choice of
charities, too!"

Suddenly Kris began to laugh.  Soon she was laughing so hard
tears were running down her cheeks.  Both Mike and Kathy looked
at the girl in utter amazement as she was shaken with gales of
laughter.  Finally she calmed down enough to speak.

While shaking her head she said, "Michael Higgins, you're no
fair!  You know me far too well."  Then she looked him straight
in the eye and asked, "Do I dare marry you?  How will I possibly
be able to hold my head up with the other wives knowing my
husband can wrap me around his little finger?  How can I maintain
my self-respect?"

"You can't, my darling," he replied simply.  "On the other hand I
have a beautiful big cock and balls filled to overflowing with
hot cum to pour into you."

Wrapping her arms around his neck she whispered loud enough to be
sure Kathy heard, "I guess that's more than enough, isn't it?  My
darling, I adore you.  And I hope you noticed how wet my cunt was
when you felt it.  I can't wait to have the opportunity to try to
drain you dry."

When Mike took out a magnificent diamond engagement ring, Kris at
first refused it.  When Mike raised an eyebrow, Kris extended the
ring finger on her left hand and very cutely stuck out her
tongue.  Then he asked, "Is this enough to hold you until we're
married on Thursday?"  Then he exclaimed, "Oops!  I almost
forgot..."

He lifted Kris off his lap as if she were weightless, then got up
from the sofa and went to Kathy's closet.  Taking out a
magnificent mink coat he said, "Honey, there's just one more
small thing..."

Pretending to glare at him, Kris rose from the sofa where he had
deposited her and slipped on the coat.  Mike lifted the collar up
around her neck and then kissed her softly and then with
increasing passion.  He and Kathy broke up laughing when, after
their kiss ended, Kris exclaimed, "Oh, shit!  Now I'm just like
all the other mistresses -- a diamond and a mink!"

Kris quickly stripped off all her clothes, then put the mink coat
on over her nude body and grinned at Mike with the coat spread
wide.  "Isn't this the way mistresses act?  Just wearing a lovely
fur coat over a bare body?"  Kris looked utterly spectacular with
the dark fur serving as a pair of curtains to set off her
glorious figure.  Then she wrapped it tightly around herself as
she pretended it was for warmth.

Turning serious, Kris ran to his arms, kissed him again and said,
"Darling, your gifts are utterly exquisite!  But they are so
unnecessary.  Can we afford them?"  She looked up at him with
tears forming in her eyes and said, "We... we wanted to be your
mistresses so that our bodies would be available to you.  But...
but we didn't want to cost you any money."

"Woman of the house!" Mike exclaimed.  "I hear rumors to the
effect that you are the business and math whiz.  Haven't you
noticed that Pacific/Higgins is utterly minting money?  And that
is with all thanks to you and Kimberly.  Woman, our money problem
now is trying to count the damned stuff!  Just wait until we get
back from our honeymoon!  I'm really going to put you to work."

Kris melted in his arms for another kiss -- she couldn't get
enough of him -- when there was a quiet knock on the door.  It
was Kimberly, Jim and Ginger.  Kim looked exactly like Kris: She
was utterly beautiful in spite of the tear streaks down her face.
 It turned out that her experience with Jim and Ginger exactly
duplicated Kris's experience with Mike and Kathy.

Suddenly Kris's eyes widened and she said, "Holy Christmas! 
Michael Higgins, did I hear you correctly?  We're being
married... _on Thursday?"_

"Sure did," Mike said agreeably.

"But we can't!" Kris wailed.  "I will not be married in a civil
ceremony.  There are the banns of marriage..."

"Published for three weeks," he interjected.

"My wedding gown..."

"I'm glad you mentioned it," Ginger interjected.  "Come back to
the conference room."  They went into it and found a rolling rack
with dozens of wedding gowns.  Most were short rather than
full-length because of the small size of the planned wedding. 
Kris and Kim took the opportunity to get back at Mike and Jim by
stripping off their clothes and trying the gowns on, one after
the other, while they were naked.  Finally they each selected a
magnificent short white gown to wear.

When Mike complained about what their nudity was doing to them,
Kris stuck out the tip of her tongue and replied, "I know damned
well what our nudity is doing.  I can see it in the huge bulge in
your crotch."  Then she really stuck her tongue out and added,
"Eat your heart out, Michael Higgins!  I'll drain you dry before
the weekend!"

* * *

The wedding was a very small one in a chapel with only Ken and
Kathy present, serving as the maid of honor and the best man for
both couples.  The tiny reception was held back at the Clifford &
Jamison offices where Kathy had baked magnificent wedding cakes
for each couple.  After exchanging toasts, Kris asked, "By the
way...  What was the big rush to get married?  And why on a
Thursday, of all days?"

Mike replied with a grin, "The AGC -- Associated General
Contractors -- convention starts this afternoon in Las Vegas. 
Surely you don't want Jim and me to go out there alone, do you?"
Kris just grinned and kissed her husband passionately.

After changing into their traveling clothes, Kristin and Kimberly
separately cornered Kathy and said essentially the same things. 
Kris said, "Mistress, I can't thank you enough.  There are no
words to describe how joyous I feel right now, nor the incredible
debt I owe you."

When Kathy raised her hand to protest, Kris shook her head and
said, "No, I don't mean the physical make-over.  Now I know that
Mike loved me all along and wanted to marry me the way I was.  I
mean the incredible love you and our master displayed towards one
another... the chance to watch your lovemaking, and even to
participate.  I felt that I was nearly drowning in an incredible
sea of love."

Then she took Kathy in her arms and kissed her with every bit of
love she could convey.  Finally, with tears slowly flowing down
her cheeks she whispered, "Katherine Carlson, I adore you!  I
worship the ground you walk on.  I will never forget the short
time we were able to spend with you."  Then with a warm grin she
concluded, "And Mistress, I would be delighted to give you a
letter of recommendation as a bed companion.  You are absolutely
delicious!"*Chapter 29*

A week later, sitting at her computer Kathy was typing a paper
for one of Ken's law classes.  Without any conscious thought, she
was editing and rewriting it as she went.  Since she was so
experienced and skillful at it, she was able to do it while
typing at a speed that made it appear she was just copying Ken's
words.  Hearing a soft knock on her door, she told the person to
come in without looking up from her computer screen.  Because
there had been no announcement from Judy, she assumed it was
someone on the staff with a question.

When she finished the paper -- it only took a couple of minutes
-- she looked up and was surprised to see the Higgins and the
Duffys sitting on her sofa.  More accurately, the men were
sitting on the sofa while their wives were on their laps and
kissing them passionately.  Kathy grinned as she watched the men
move their hands lightly over their wives gorgeous bodies.

Kris took Mike's hand, put it under the sweater she was wearing
and told him to squeeze hard and he did.  At this point Kathy
asked acidly, "Haven't you had enough of that yet, Kris?"

"How long have you been married?" Kris asked as she held Mike's
hand against her tit.

"About a year.  Why?"

"Have you had enough sex with Ken yet?  From personal
observation, my answer for you is no.  But what do you say?"

"Of course not," Kathy replied.

Kris stretched languidly while Mike's hand was still on her bare
tit, then said, "Well, I've been married for only one week, and
my answer is, _hell no!"_

Kathy just shook her head, tried to control her grin and asked,
"So how was the convention?  Did you do anything?"

At this point Jim Duffy entered the conversation as the spokesman
for the group and said, "Kathy, it began when we arrived at the
hotel.  Walking in with these angels on our arms looking up at
our faces, we were the envy of every man in the place..."

Kris interjected, "And we were the envy of every woman!  Kathy,
Mike is a hunk!"

"Oh shit, Mike," Jim continued winking at his best friend, "now
we're just sex objects!"

"Sure are," Mike said amiably.  "And isn't it great?"

"At any rate," Jim continued, "The first night was the most
spectacular night of my life -- our lives: I compared notes with
Mike the next day and we were lucky to come through it alive!" 
He shook his head with mock concern.  "Anyway, the next morning
after making love to Kimmie again, I went back to sleep.  When I
awakened it was almost eleven, and no Kim.

"I went to the other bedroom and found sleeping beauty, here,
still asleep."  motioning toward Mike, "There was no Kris,
either."  At that point Kimberly interjected a comment that since
they were over the hill, they needed all the sleep they could
get.  Jim pretended to glare at her and then continued, "We
ordered breakfast from room service and about noon our brand-new
wives returned."  He shook his head, remembering.  "It's a
convention, remember?  Well, there are all sorts of tours and
things for the women to occupy their time.  Our wives?  Don't be
silly."

He grinned broadly and continued, "While Mike and I recovered..."
 Looking at Kim he interjected, "Young lady, I'm going to fix you
for that 'over the hill' crack..."

"I'm waiting patiently, Darling," Kimberly replied, "But my
patience is wearing thin."  With that she pulled up her skirt and
pulled down her pants, baring a cheek.  Jim gave her one spank,
hard.  "Thank you, darling," she said as she pulled her pants
back up, "But it sure took you long enough!"

"God, I love this woman!" Jim exclaimed.

Then he went back to his narrative: "At any rate, what do you
suppose they were doing?  Well, Kim was touring the machinery
exhibits.  A crane manufacturer had a contest offering a
thousand-dollar prize for anyone at the convention who could
crack an egg with his crane's hook without breaking the yolk. 
Kim plays with it a bit and asks the salesman why they're
cheating.  The poor guy is stunned; he doesn't know what she's
talking about.  Then she tells him that the hoisting clutches
were shot, so under the circumstances, no one could possibly win.
 Of course, it's a brand-new crane.

Well, the poor guy's jaw is hanging down and my bride offers to
fix it for him.  All the guy can do is nod.  She tunes it up,
replaces a couple of clutch plates, then cracks the egg.  Of
course, by then Kris had joined her.  Kris has the dumb egg in a
skillet.  Since it's out in the parking lot and the asphalt had
been baking in the sun by this time, it was pretty hot.  Anyway,
after Kimmie neatly cracks the shell, Kris fries the damned egg,
_sunny-side up_ on the hot asphalt.  The guy gives Kim the
thousand, with his mouth hanging open -- he had never seen
anything like it."

Jim shook his head, remembering.  "Kathy, keep in mind that this
is the day after the wedding.  Mike and I are still trying to
recover."  Looking at her he interjected, "Incidentally, there
are no words...  There's nothing Mike or I could ever do to pay
you for what you did.  Now I realize there was something you knew
but we didn't.

"I'll just speak for myself now.  Kimberly Moyer Duffy is the
most perfect wife a man could ever hope to have.  She is my life:
She is my mistress, my whore, my lover, my confidante.  She
cheers me up if I'm down, and calms me down if I'm euphoric.  Her
body is sheer perfection.  There is nothing that she thinks might
give me pleasure that she doesn't insist on doing...  Notice, I
didn't say 'lets me do,' or 'suggests we do.'  No.  She insists
-- and that's absolutely without regard to herself or any pain it
may cause her."  He stopped to kiss Kimberly passionately, and it
was as passionately returned.  "God, I adore this woman!"  Then
looking back at Kathy he concluded, "And it was there all the
time, wasn't it?  It really wasn't anything you created, wasit?"

"No, Jim," Kathy replied softly.  "You're absolutely right.  It
was there all the time."  With a very warm smile she added,
"Actually, I did nothing.  They did it all."

"You made it happen!" Kimberly exclaimed, "But we'll get to that
later."  Turning to her husband she wriggled in his arms and said
softly, "Darling, you interrupted yourself.  You were saying..."

"Anyway," Jim continued, "Kris joined Kim, and Kimmie challenged
the crane company to have a real contest.  The poor guy was
utterly baffled and didn't know what to say.  Kim proposed that
the company put up a five-thousand-dollar prize with entrants in
the contest putting up a twenty-dollar entry fee.  The deal was
that there would be a plywood barrier erected.  The idea was to
crack an egg without breaking its yolk -- the same contest as
before -- but with the egg behind the barrier so the crane
operator couldn't see it.  He would have to operate with hand
signals from a partner.

"Anyway, the guy did it and Kim even told him that all proceeds
should go to the Las Vegas United Way.  Then she and Kris
disappeared."  He grinned and interjected, "Actually, they went
to some of the seminars, with Kimmie focusing on equipment and
Kris on business operations."  Jim shook his head and added, "We
found out that Kimmie already knew more than any of the people
there.  On average she was in a seminar for about fifteen
minutes."  He shook his head in amazement.

"Anyway, after a couple of hours they go back out to the crane. 
It seems the company has already made a couple of thousand
dollars for the United Way.  No team could do it.  After a big
yawn -- keep in mind, please, that this was the morning after
their wedding night -- Kris and Kim put on their Pacific/Higgins
hardhats -- yellow with the P/H logo in green -- and pay their
twenty dollars.  Anyway, Mike and I heard about this from some of
our friends in the industry -- God forbid that our wives should
ever tell us.  Kris stands beside the barrier and signals
Kimberly at the controls of the crane.  My wife cracks the egg in
the skillet, Kris cooks it on the pavement and then eats it.  I
guess I forgot to mention that she gave Kimmie the first one. 
That was their breakfast."

Shaking his head, Jim continued: "Let me try to make a long story
short.  Of course, there are tournaments at the convention."

Shaking his head sadly, he said, "They became the Kimberly
Duffy/Kristin Higgins personal benefits.  No one else could even
get close.  Whatever the contest, we win.  We win the doubles in
tennis.  We win the golf tournament."  Looking at Kathy he said,
"Would you believe it?  There was, as usual, a quiet competition
among mistresses and girlfriends of members.  It was a nude
beauty contest.  Kris and Kimmie said that they were our
mistresses and insisted that we attend.  The guys had their girl
friends in various stages of nudity to show off their conquests.
Or show off what their money could buy or rent.  Kim and Kris
were stark naked, just wearing heels."  Shaking his head he
asked, "Who do you suppose were the beauty contest co-winners,
Kathy?"  She grinned and pointed at the girls.  "Of course,
you're right.

"Then there was a formal dance for the members and wives.  Mike
and I find we're like Ken: As dancers, we look like bears trying
to walk on their hind legs.  But with these girls?  Suddenly, I
almost think I can dance.  They just float in our arms.  They win
the dance contest!  Can you believe it?  They won in spite of
having Mike and me as their partners, too.  It demonstrates how
good they really are -- they can overcome almost any handicap and
still win.

"Are they finished?  Of course not!  A couple of days later Kim
talks with the crane guy again.  This time she found an I-beam
and with Kris standing on top of a fence -- how she did it, I'll
never know -- she positions it across the deep end of the hotel
swimming pool.  (For safety reasons, they had taken out the
diving boards.)  Then they challenge everyone to try to knock
them off the beam.  Again, there was an entry fee.  (By the way,
in one week they raised almost ten thousand dollars for the
United Way.)  I gather they did what they did here in LA one
Saturday.  The two of them dumped everyone into the pool, then
flopped in themselves while fully dressed."

He just shook his head again, remembering.  "As for Kris, she
went to all the exhibits on business methods and practices. 
Nobody had anything interesting.  In fact, I guess it was kind of
funny.  Like Kimberly with the machinery, Kris knew more than the
people at the exhibits.  But she's patient.  Carefully reading
the catalog, she finds a software company that's so small it
can't even afford a booth.  There's just one woman in a hotel
room.  Anyway, Kimberly goes up to see her."  Again he shook his
head and continued, "She meets a young woman named Karen Collins.
 Then she retains Karen to redo all of Pacific/Higgins' computer
systems.  The girl is really good."

Jim smiled at Kathy and finished by saying, "There's more, Kath,
but we'll save it for later.  In the meantime our wives have
something to say."

Kris stretched on Mike's lap then said, "Mistress, we have some
money for you.  It seems that Kim and I were given bonuses of
$1.5 million each for connecting the two towers of the building.
Since we were your slaves at the time and since any money slaves
earn is the property of their masters, it's yours."   With that
she presented Kathy with the two checks, both of which had been
endorsed over to her.

"This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Kathy
protested.

"Bullshit!" exclaimed Kris.  "We learned that our husbands gave
you one million dollars to work with us -- money that you
returned to them.  You did, didn't you?" she asked.

"Of course I did," Kathy replied.  "A lawyer can work for only
one client..."

"And you're refusing our money?" Kris interrupted.

"Of course, I'm refusing it," Kathy replied.  "It's the most
ridiculous thing I've ever heard of!"

"Mistress," Kris said accusingly, "I happen to know that when you
repaid our husbands their money, you paid two-thirds of it out of
your own pocket.  You insisted that the firm would not pay for
your decision to give them their money back.  You did, didn't
you?"

Kathy just blushed and muttered, "I'm going to kill Ginger
Conrad!  She talks too damned much."  But then she glared at Kris
and said, "The subject is closed.  There's no way I'll accept the
money."  Then with a small smile she added, "I will accept five
thousand to cover your health-club memberships and the wardrobes,
but that's all."

"That's your final decision?" Kris asked.

When Kathy nodded her head firmly, Kris looked at the others and
they all rose.  Jim and Mike were grinning sheepishly, but Kathy
didn't know what they could possibly be grinning about.  Then, in
just a few moments, all four of them had stripped off their
clothes and were standing in front of Kathy naked.  Kris and Kim
had pinned large white silk bows in the back of their hair, while
Jim and Mike had bows tied around their cocks.

Kris looked at Kathy and asked with a straight face, "Mistress,
we need some advice.  You will notice that we tied the bows
around their balls and cocks together.  Would it be better if
they were only around their cocks?"  Kathy was dumbstruck.  Kris
continued with a shrug of her shoulders, "Well, I guess we can
settle that later."

Looking at Kathy she said, "Since you refuse the money, we'll
just have to work it off.  I calculate that working off three
million dollars will take over one hundred years, even with our
husbands working with us.

"They can help a lot, too.  Mike and Jim are very talented
bartenders, for example.  Moreover, since Kimberly and I are
prostitutes, we will entertain your male guests while Mike and
Jim entertain your female friends.  They are really very...
talented."  With a lascivious grin she added, "Mike has the most
talented tongue.  Who would ever have believed it?  Not only can
he keep me in orgasm for minutes at a time eating my cunt -- my
juices just flow like a fountain -- but he can concentrate on
just one part of my body -- my tits, for example -- and get me
off."

With a big smile she added, "Aren't we going to provide a
wonderful service for you and your friends?"

"Okay, turkeys!" Kathy interjected.  "I give up.  I guess I'll
have to accept the money."

With a pout, Kris gave her the two checks saying, "Oh, damn! 
Mistress, you're no fun.  We were all really looking forward to
serving as your slaves."  Then she said, "But we're not through
with you yet.  You wouldn't let us renounce our claims on Jim's
and Mike's money.  The result is that we each now own 25 percent
of Pacific/Higgins.

"Then we started to worry.  You see, if Mike and I want to do one
thing and Jim and Kimmie want to do something else, we're stuck.
The vote splits fifty-fifty."

Then with a wicked grin she continued, "This is where we _really_
start to get even with you, Mistress.  You see, we're each
contributing 4 percent of our stock -- to you.  You are now a
member of the Board of Directors of Pacific/Higgins -- bringing
the membership to five -- and the owner of 16 percent of the
stock.  In addition, we would like you to become senior vice
president -- legal affairs.  This way when Ken gets out of school
and handles our legal work, he will be working for you.

"By the way: I'm now senior vice president -- finance and
administration and Kimberly is senior vice president -- machinery
& equipment.  Of course, Jim is chairman and chief executive
officer, while Mike is president and chief operating officer." 
Then with a warm look of pleading on her face she asked, "Kathy,
will you join our company and our board of directors.  Please?" 
Then with a little grin she added, "Besides, we're going on our
real honeymoon for a month or two and we need to have someone
here in Los Angeles to mind the store."

Kathy's jaw had dropped when she heard about the stock.  "You
can't be serious!  This makes the three million look like petty
cash!  That company has to be worth over a billion dollars and
you're giving me 16 percent of it?  As a gift?"

"Yep," Kris replied brightly.  "And guess what?  We even paid the
gift tax on it.  It's now all yours, free and clear."

At that point Kathy broke down in tears, sobbing, "Please stop! 
I can't take this anymore.  All I did was to get two of the most
beautiful young women in the world to work for me free as slaves!
 I didn't do a thing.  You two did it all -- not that there was
really very much to do, at that.  You both were stunningly
beautiful before you ever met me."

"We were prostitutes," Kris interjected.  "You know, Kathy:
whores, hookers, sluts.  We were filth on two feet and you saved
us."  Now tears were flowing from her eyes as she continued, "You
made us into nice women -- at least people think we are, so I
guess it's almost as good.  You tricked us into marriage.  As a
result, for the last week Kim and I have experienced a level of
happiness and fulfillment we couldn't even dream about."

Her tears had stopped and she now glared straight into Kathy's
eyes.  "Let me put it into language even you might understand. 
If we were both to drop dead right here, right now, we would have
already achieved more happiness than almost anyone else has in an
entire lifetime.  Now shut up, already, and keep the damned
stock!"

Tears were still flowing from Kathy's eyes so Kris went to her,
knelt beside her chair and took the girl into her arms.  As she
hugged her tight, she could smell the characteristic fragrance of
Kathy's body.  Then she kissed her with all the love she could
communicate and then whispered, "Kathy, we're doing it because we
love you so damned much!  Can't you please just understand and
accept it?"

With that Kathy kissed her warmly, then kissed the other three in
turn.  When she returned to her seat, Kris grinned and said, "We
have another surprise for you.  Kim and I have been worrying
about you and Ken getting cold in bed at night.  We finally
realized that it's the real reason you had us sleep with you. 
Furthermore, there really is a lot of work trying to keep the
townhouse clean, and now that you're on our board, we're
concerned about where you will find the time.

"Well, the answer superficially was very simple.  We would just
buy you another slave or two."  Then she smiled and added, "Of
course, that was before we found out the extent to which the
Royal Navy's blockade of the Slave Coast has really reduced the
supply."  She shrugged and looked to Kimberly for support.  "Kim,
don't you agree that we really did the best we could?  Even if it
really isn't very good?"

"Sure do," the girl replied with a grin.  Then she rose, went to
the phone and called Judy at the front desk.  She asked her to
send the other guest back to Kathy's office.  Listening to the
exchange, Kathy was almost certain that her leg was being pulled,
but there was still a nagging doubt.  Then there was a quiet
knock on the door and it opened revealing a very pretty woman
wearing a raincoat.

"This is your new slave, Andy," Kim said.  Turning to the woman
she said, "Slave Andy, present yourself to your new mistress."

The woman slipped off her coat and let it drop to the floor
revealing her naked body.  She was five feet eight and of
indeterminate age.  Her hair color seemed to come from a bottle
because although her pubic hair was light brown -- and spread all
over her lower belly -- the hair on her head was a frosted
blonde.  Her best feature was her eyes which were a brilliant
blue.  Her figure was very poor, being essentially pear-shaped. 
Although she was drastically overweight, most of the extra weight
was concentrated below her waistline.  Her hips were larded with
fat and her ass was very fat and flabby.  Her thighs were even
dimpled because of the depth of fat.

Tears were flowing from her eyes as she went to Kathy and said,
"Good morning, Mistress Kathy.  I am Slave Andy.  My former name
was Andrea Pierce Taylor and I am from New York."

Now she really began to cry but still tried to hold her head up
straight as she said, "I am sure you have already been warned
about the decline in slave quality.  I am about as bad as it can
get.  I am a fat slob.  My tits..."  She laughed bitterly and
said, "My bags... are flabby and falling.  Still, the upper half
of my body is far better than the bottom half.  I am larded with
fat.  My ass is..."

Andy just shook her head and said, "I guess I had better start at
the beginning.  How did I come to be here at all?"  Holding her
head up straight, she put her shoulders back in an effort to get
her breasts up.  It was an improvement, but not much.  "First, I
am... or was... married to John Fletcher Taylor, III.  He is
president of AGC and really runs the annual convention."

She laughed bitterly and interjected, "I guess the best thing you
can say about Fletch and me is that we deserve each other.  We
are probably the most ugly and evil twosome on the face of the
earth.  Although we're married, it's more accurate to say that we
share housing.  Each of us was very wealthy before our marriage
and we still go our separate financial ways.  For that matter, we
go our separate ways socially, as well.  Perhaps you could
summarize us by noting that I am known as 'Drea while my husband
is Fletcher or Fletch.  You know, J. Fletcher Taylor, III?  But
as I said, we are evil.

"What do I mean by evil?  We delight in degrading people.  For
example, Fletch always has a mistress or a girl friend.  They are
usually pretty little airheads.  When things get a little dull,
or when Fletcher decides to get rid of a girl, he'll bring her up
to the apartment and let me amuse myself.  My usual is to have
the girl fuck herself with Fletch lying on his back while I beat
her with a whip.  Then he makes them go down on me while he takes
a turn whipping her.

"Once we kept a little girl prisoner for almost two weeks.  We
had agreed to pay her $10,000 a day for as many days as she could
stand.  She took far more than I ever thought she could,
including eating her own shit and drinking her urine."  As she
spoke, Kathy could see the torment in the woman's eyes, although
she was sparing herself nothing.

"To get back to Kimberly and Kristin at the convention: A few
years ago Fletcher conceived of the idea of the mistresses and
girlfriends beauty contest.  Each year he would get some bimbo to
come out with him and set it up for her to win.  Of course, he
fucked them -- or tried to.  He always said he fucked their asses
off, but after what happened a couple of days ago, I'm not sure
he could fuck them at all.  At any rate, when I saw him after the
beauty contest, he was fit to be tied.  It seems a couple of new
young women -- _wives_ of members, yet -- absolutely destroyed
his competition.  Standing totally naked, they were utterly
spectacular -- and completely unconcerned about their nudity. 
Fletch wanted to get even somehow.

"I first saw them at the dance for husbands and wives.  The girls
-- Kimberly and Kristin, of course -- were so beautiful, so
graceful, and so vibrant I hated them on the spot and vowed I
would fix them."

The woman shook her head and said bitterly, "'Fix them for what?'
you might ask.  The answer to that one is pretty simple, too: for
being everything I couldn't possibly be.  But then there was the
question, how to fix them?  Clearly, there was nothing -- no
matter how illegal, unethical, or flat-out evil I wouldn't do. 
Well, I conceived of a poker game.  I would cheat, of course, and
make the girls degrade themselves in front of their newhusbands.

"Although I hadn't quite made up my mind, I was thinking in terms
of having them defecate on the floor and then eat it.  The prior
time in New York had been... interesting."  She shook her head
while looking at Kathy and said, "Mistress, I am telling you this
only to give you some idea of what you will be up against."

Then she continued her narrative.  "Anyway, we arranged to have a
poker game in our suite on Sunday night.  We invited the Duffys,
the Higgins, and another couple from New York for an evening of
poker."

The woman now smiled with real humor for the first time.  "What
an idiot I was!  It turned out that not only are Kris and Kim
incredibly good poker players, they are also incredibly skilled
card mechanics."  She looked at Kathy and said, "Mistress, you
may not be familiar with the term.  A card mechanic is an expert
at stacking a deck.  He or she can deal from the top, the bottom,
the middle, or any combination.  In other words, she can stack
the hands by dealing almost any given combination of cards to
anyone at the table.

"Well, we agreed to play for table stakes.  I had thoughts of
being able to just buy pots -- in table stakes you cannot bet
what you don't have at the table, so if a player has a much
bigger bankroll than anyone else, she can just buy a pot by
making a bet so large that no one at the table has the money to
call."

She grinned wryly and shook her head.  "When I tried that, Kris
called with two-hundred thousand in cash.  Of course, she had the
winning hand, so that ended my effort to buy pots.  It got
towards the end of the evening and I was really getting
desperate.  Then I brought a stacked deck into the game. 
Although I was running short of money, Kris agreed to let me
continue to play.  Rather than paying with money, though, if I
lost I was to do anything the winner wished.

"I didn't think anything of it knowing I was going to win. 
Anyway, I stacked the deck and started to bet.  Everyone except
Kris folded, but she just kept upping my bets.  I was holding a
full house: kings over tens.  I guess I put all my money on the
hand -- I lost over eight-hundred thousand that night, mostly to
Kris -- and called her.  She had a full house, too: aces over
jacks.  When I saw it, I was utterly stunned.  Kristin had
re-stacked the deck _on me!_

"Anyway, she let me ante on the next hand with another wish.  I
should tell you that she, Kimberly, and their husbands were all
beautifully dressed and the girls were scrumptious -- I have
never seen so much loveliness or such natural beauty in my life.
Not only was I jealous -- I was, of course -- but there was
something much more.  The girls just radiated sheer goodness. 
That was what I couldn't accept.  I had to destroy them both if
possible.  If not, I would settle for one: Kris.

"I brought in another pre-stacked deck.  It was my deal and the
deck was set to give Kris an ace-high full house, but give me a
royal flush.  However, I had to draw two cards to fill it to make
it look good -- two pat hands on one deal would be a bit much. 
Of course, the deck was stacked to provide me with the correct
cards.  As I knew they would, the others folded leaving only Kris
and me in the game.  She was supposed to stand on her full house.
 So I bet another wish to open.  Previously, we agreed that a
wish was worth ten thousand dollars.  Kris raised me ten.  She
was playing into my hand, so I raised her again... and yet again.
 She looked at me and asked if Fletcher was included in my
performance if I lost.  She wanted his cooperation and agreed
that she would accept that as another bet.  Fletch agreed and we
kept going.  I guess we got to five wishes before Kris just
called me.

"Then I asked her if she wanted cards.  I almost fainted when she
asked for two.  You see, the top two cards on the deck were the
cards I needed to complete my royal flush.  When I tried to deal
from the bottom, her hand was on top of mine like a steel trap. 
She said, ''Drea, I would like my cards from the top of the deck,
please.'

"I gave her the top two cards -- _my two cards!_  I was so
stunned, I really don't remember what happened next.  What I _do_
remember is Kris laying down three aces against my busted flush."
 She shook her head and smiled in chagrin.  "I was so damned
overmatched against Kris, it was ridiculous.  Anyway, I just sat
there shuddering and asked if she wanted to play another hand. 
Then I looked at her eyes.  Honestly, I have never seen such cold
eyes in my life.  Kris has the most beautiful blue eyes I have
ever seen, but that night they were like Arctic ice.  She shook
her head and said, 'No, I think I'll take my wishes now.'  Then
she glared at me and ordered me to strip.

"It wasn't stripping naked that bothered me -- as you already
know, I don't have the morals of an alley cat.  What bothered me
was that I spend a great deal of money on clothes and
undergarments to minimize the apparent size of my lower body.  As
you can so easily see, if I lost about forty pounds I would just
be a fat slob.  My condition now?  There are no words adequate to
describe my ugliness.

"Anyway, I took off my clothes while Fletch took his off, too.  I
thought the poor guy was going to have a stroke!  I have never
seen his face so red!  He, too, wears a corset to conceal his
fat.  When we were naked, we were both disgusting-looking.  Then
Kris told me to lay face down on the card table and receive him
in my ass."

The woman started to cry but continued through her sobs,
"Although we had never done it -- actually, Fletch and I almost
never have sex together -- it wasn't a matter of morals.  You
see, he almost couldn't do it.  My ass is so fat, and his belly
is so fat, in spite of the size of his cock, he could hardly get
it even to reach my asshole!  I had to pull my cheeks apart as
hard as I could and then he just barely came in contact.  He
finally entered me about an inch or so -- it hurt like hell, even
though it barely got in.  Finally, he spent inside me, or at
least pretended to, but Kris was laughing so hard, she really
didn't care.

"Then she told me to take him in my mouth!  Please keep in mind
that I was going to have Kris and Kim eat their own shit and had
earlier done it for two days with that other girl.  But me?  My
God!

"When I complained, Kris looked puzzled and said, 'What's the
trouble, 'Drea?  Surely, you wash your asshole, don't you?'  I
took him in my mouth and this time I guess he really did cum, at
least a little.  Then she told me to lie down on the table and
take Fletch inside me.  By this time I was so mortified by having
to reveal what a horror-show my body really is, I just did it. 
Finally, they let us stop.

"Our friends from New York had left the suite before our
mortification had begun -- they didn't know exactly what was
going to happen but didn't want to know, either.  Anyway, the
next day I sought out Kris, found her, and we talked.  So anyway,
here I am.  The first change has already been made: from now on,
my name is Andy.  'Drea is dead, buried and good riddance."

At that point Andy went to her knees and took something from the
pocket of the raincoat she had been wearing.  Giving it to Kathy
she said, "Kris and Kimmie told me that you remade them.  Having
gotten to know them, I sincerely doubt that it's true. 
Nevertheless, I am here to offer you the biggest challenge of
your life, Mrs. Carlson.  Try to remake me.  The check you have
is certified, and is payable to you in the amount of three
million dollars."  With a small grin she added, "If you received
one million for working on the girls, I know I should be paying
you at least ten, but I'm really cheap...  But I guess I already
told you that."

Then the woman went to her knees in front of Kathy.  With tears
streaming from her eyes she pleaded, "Please, Mistress, let me be
your slave!  I will do anything if you will give me the
opportunity."

Kathy took the woman's face between her hands and just looked
deeply into her eyes.  Andy didn't blink.  Finally, Kathy nodded
and said, "Okay, Slave Andy.  I'll do it.  But for how long?"

Before answering, Andy again went back to the pocket of her
raincoat and brought out a rather thick legal document.  Then she
said, "I will be your slave until released, Mistress.  That may
be for the rest of my life.  The document in your hand turns over
everything I own to you -- the present value of it all is about
$600 million.  It is an irrevocable power of attorney giving you
complete control and full discretion over all of my assets.  You
may use them as you please, for whatever you please --
essentially, they are now yours."

Kathy skimmed the document and realized it was exactly what Andy
had said it was.  Then she reached out her arms and said softly,
"Slave Andy, come here."  The woman did and knelt down between
Kathy's legs.  Kathy took her face in her hands and kissed her
full on the lips.  In spite of everything Kris and Kim had told
her about Kathy, it was the one thing she did not expect.  At
first her lips were rigid, but they soon melted under Kathy's
love.  Andy's experience was beyond anything she had ever had. 
She could feel the purest love flowing into her body.

While still feeling Kathy's lips move on hers, she began to cry
like her heart would break.  Tears started to flow in rivers, but
still Kathy's lips remained locked on hers.  Finally she was
released and she sat back on her heels, just looking up at Kathy.
 "Mistress, why did you do that?  I am utterly filthy!  Why?"

Kathy just looked at her closely and said, "Because I think
there's hope for you.  Honest.  I think you just went off the
track somewhere..."

"About the time I was conceived," the woman interjected, "or when
I was born.  Certainly by the age of six months at the outside! 
I am a disgrace to the human race..."  The anguished woman just
dissolved into uncontrollable tears.

"Off the track," Kathy repeated firmly.  "You are basically a
very good person who has convinced herself that she is the
personification of everything evil.  Every once in a while you do
something to confirm your evil opinion of yourself."

With her eyes downcast and her face to the floor Andy said, "You
are wrong, Mistress.  Honestly, you are.  I am just pure evil on
two feet."  Then the woman looked up and Kathy could see raw
pleading in her eyes.  She said, "Mistress, there is one more
thing I beg of you."  She dropped her head and said, "Please
discipline me."  She looked up at Kathy again and added, "You
might think I'm a masochist, but really I'm not.  In fact, I have
a very low tolerance for pain.  The fact is, though, that I must
be punished for the evil I have done.  Could you bring yourself
to do it?  Please?  Even if you are right and I am wrong about
myself, I have done some incredibly evil things that must be
punished.  Can you do it?  Will you?"

Kathy just looked at the woman and realized an affirmative answer
was very important to her.  Whether it was for the reason she
stated or something else, Kathy couldn't know.  But slowly she
nodded her head.*Chapter 30*

When Judy Jeffries walked into the lounge of the Ramada Inn north
of San Diego, she took a deep breath.  She was about to try to
pick up a man -- something she had never done nor had she ever
dreamed of doing.  It was Friday evening and she had received a
telephone call from her mother earlier in the week.  She had been
told about a new officer who had joined her father's command at
Camp Pendleton, a major named Mike Morris.

According to her mother he was a wonderful guy, but where girls
were concerned, he was out to lunch.  "I think he's like your
father, darling," her mother had said.  "The reason he was so
effective in the Corps was that he sublimated his sex drive in
his work.  If I hadn't come along your father would _still_ be a
bachelor!  And Mike Morris is the same way, I hear."

Her mother told her that Mike hung out at the bar at the Ramada
Inn every Friday night with the rest of the bachelors who didn't
have dates, as well as married officers whose wives were
elsewhere.  This is what brought her to the place.

As she walked in she was scared to death.  Before she left her
suite, she had carefully checked everything in the room and
double-checked her appearance.  When she did, she concluded that
she was looking as good as it was possible for her ever to look.
She had visited Henry Hall the day before and had her hair
completely restyled.  The dress she was wearing was her very best
-- a white sleeveless silk dress with a scoop neck and a plunging
back which set off her golden tan.  With her hair now cut short
to display its yellow-gold color, and with her Pacific-blue eyes,
she was a knockout. _Now, she thought, _we'll see if I can be
attractive to a man!_

Mike Morris had recently taken command of the Ranger battalion of
the Third Marine Division.  That night he had come over to the
Ramada with his executive officer, Captain Calvin Smith.  They
were chatting at the bar and Cal was standing facing the door. 
Mike had said something inconsequential when he saw Cal's eyes
bug and he almost dropped his drink.

"My God, Mike!" he exclaimed.  "Get a look at this!  An angel
just appeared..."

When Mike turned, he saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen
in his life standing at the entrance looking around.  She was
about five feet eight inches tall with short golden blonde hair
and a figure that was female perfection.  Looking at her, his
heart rolled over.  It was obvious she was looking for someone,
and he wondered who the lucky guy could be.  The band playing
that evening was very good and it featured numbers from the
big-band era.  They had just started to play a Glen Miller number
when the girl made her way between the dancers and headed for the
bar.

Mike looked to his left and right to see the guy who's face would
have lighted up.  All he saw were other men whose looks were like
his own.  They, too, were looking for the lucky man.

Seeing the tall, light-haired major at the bar, Judy's heart
rolled over.  Her mother had said she thought she would like him,
but even at the distance she thought she was in love already. 
Straightening her back, she went between the dancers towards the
bar.  She was subtly amused to see Mike Morris looking right and
left, apparently trying to figure out who she was there to meet.
Stopping right in front of him she put out her hand and said,
"Hi!  My name is Judy.  Will you dance with me?"

Mike quickly spun around expecting to find someone standing
behind his shoulder.  There was no one!  Cal Smith -- the fink! 
-- had opened space between them at the bar. _Just because he's
married and his wife's not out here yet is no reason to leave me
alone!_ Mike thought.

Finally he realized the girl was actually talking to him! 
Diffidently he extended his hand and found it taken in a very
firm grip.  He said, "I... I... I would love to."

Taking her hand, he led her out onto the dance floor.  Only when
he was on the floor did his brain start to function sufficiently
for him to remember...  He couldn't dance!  All of a sudden the
tortures of his plebe year at the Naval Academy came back to him
in all their anguish.  Plebes were required to attend a certain
number of dances.  To him, every one had been torture of the very
worst sort.  He was certain, though, that his torment was nothing
compared to the agonies suffered by the poor girls who had danced
with him. _That was another thing,_ he remembered. _In addition
to attending, it was compulsory to dance a minimum number of
times each night._

When they were out on the floor, he held out his arms and Judy
fit into them as if she had been born there.  She moved close and
put her cheek against his.  When she did, he could smell the most
exquisite perfume floating up to his nostrils from her body -- it
was like nothing he had ever smelled before.  He didn't know that
he was smelling her clean young body with its natural perfume
enhanced by musk oil.  Looking down he realized he was looking
down the front of her dress in the val between her breasts.

Suddenly he realized _she isn't even wearing a bra!_  Then he
realized to his utter amazement that she was floating in his arms
like a feather. _I'm actually dancing!_  Mike was in a daze as
they moved around the dance floor.

Then he realized she had said something to him that he had paid
no attention to.  With a shake of his head in an effort to clear
it he said, "I beg your pardon?  Did you say something...  Judy,
isn't it?"

"Yes I did," she replied in the softest, most beautiful voice he
had ever heard, "I asked you what your name is.  I already told
you that mine is Judy."

"It's... It's... It's Mike.  Mike Morris," he stammered.  Then he
looked into her beautiful blue eyes and added, "Judy, you are so
beautiful I completely forgot _my own name!"_

Her reply amazed and disconcerted him: "That's nice," she said. 
"I'm really glad to hear that."

As they moved around the dance floor, it was as if Judy was
utterly weightless -- she just seemed to float in his arms with
her feet off the floor.  Only then did he realize that his hand
on her back was touching bare skin -- skin so smooth it felt like
satin.  Not knowing what to say, he said nothing.  Finally the
set ended.  To his utter amazement Judy cocked her head and
raised her lips.

As if in a trance he lowered his head and his lips met hers in
the most perfect kiss he could imagine.  The instant their lips
came together there was a massive charge of electricity flowing
between them and he was almost deafened by the bells.  He was in
a daze as he looked down and realized her arms were around his
neck and all her weight was being supported by them.

Then she raised her lips again and murmured, "Mike, that was
utterly perfect.  Would you kiss me again, please?"

Although the dance floor had largely cleared off -- the band was
taking a break -- he pulled her close and lowered his lips to
hers.  It was a repeat of the first with electricity and bells. 
As they reluctantly parted there were cheers from the Marines at
the bar led by Cal Smith.  To his utter amazement Judy wasn't
bothered a bit.

She just grinned at the guys, winked at Cal and waved.  Then she
asked, "Have you eaten yet, Mike?  Could I buy you a dinner?"

"Good grief!" he exclaimed.  "Judy, would... would you have
dinner with me?"

"I would love to!" she exclaimed with the most brilliant smile he
had ever seen.  "Frankly, I'm starving to death!"

They went to the maitre d's stand and again Mike was shocked when
Susan murmured her name too softly for him to hear but then asked
for her table reservation.  As the maitre was showing them to
their table -- a booth against the back wall -- Mike heard him
say that all of her arrangements had been taken care of.

What was already the most amazing evening of his life was
becoming stranger still.  When they were seated in the booth,
Judy was sitting at Mike's left.  There were even more surprises.
 Rather than asking if they wished to order cocktails, the head
waiter merely repositioned two champagne glasses and went off.

When Susan looked down at Mike's left breast, she let out a soft
whistle.  He was wearing two rows of three service ribbons on his
chest but they were scarcely ordinary.  The first was the light
blue ribbon with white stars signifying the Medal of Honor.  It
was followed by the Navy Cross with oak-leaf cluster, the Air
Force Cross, Silver Star, Air Medal and finally the Purple Heart
with two oak-leaf clusters indicating three awards.

She said softly, "You've been very active in the service, haven't
you, Mike?  I guess that's how you became a major while you're so
young.  How old are you, by the way?"

Morris was required by uniform regulations to wear decorations on
his uniform but the requirement was only for two rows of three. 
If an individual qualified for more, he could wear them all, of
course, or he could wear the most senior six.  Since Mike was
embarrassed by the whole thing, he took the latter option and
relied on the fact that almost no one knew what any of the
ribbons meant.  Since it wasn't terribly difficult to get two
rows of ribbons without ever hearing a shot fired in anger or
even leaving the country, few people ever commented on them. 
Replying to her question he said, "I'm twenty-six, Judy.  How old
are you?"

"I'm twenty-two," she said.  Then she asked softly, "Can you tell
me about the Medal of Honor, Mike?  How did you win it?"

His eyes widened but he stammered, "I'm sorry, I can't..."

"The award is public but the citation is classified, isn't it? 
Was it from the SEALS?  What about the Navy Cross?  Excuse me,
_two_ Navy Crosses.  Those don't come in every box of cereal,
either."

Trying to duck he asked, "How can you possibly know that? 
They're just ribbons, after all."

Raising an eyebrow she said, _"Just_ ribbons?  Just four awards
of the two highest medals for gallantry in combat that our Nation
has!  Two rows of ribbons -- the uniform regs minimum -- without
getting past awards for heroism!  Your ribbons _end_ with three
Purple Hearts!"  Now glaring at him she said, "Please don't treat
me like an ignorant little kid, Michael Morris!"

Mike was stunned.  Because the country had been at peace for
quite a while, there had been few major awards given out for
valor.  On the other hand, there had been a proliferation of
decorations of all sorts, many of which were scarcely more than
good-conduct medals.  The result was that few people ever looked,
and fewer still knew anything about what the ribbons signified.

Several senior NCOs did, but a raised eyebrow was all it took to
get them to keep their mouths shut.  On the other hand he did
notice that whenever they saluted him they were trying to convey
real respect in the quality of their salutes.  With Judy he
didn't know what to do, but it was clear he couldn't bluff her.

He was saved by the waiter who appeared with a bottle of
champagne.  After showing the label to Judy and receiving her nod
of approval, he poured a bit for her.  After sniffing it and
taking a small sip she smiled and nodded.  He poured Mike's
glass, filled hers and then withdrew.  A moment later another
waiter appeared with a large caviar service for the two of them.

Although caviar was something Mike had heard of, he had never
seen it, let alone tasted it.  It provided him with an
opportunity to counterattack.  "What _is_ this stuff, Judy? 
Champagne...?  I guess the stuff in the bowl is caviar, isn't
it?"  She nodded sheepishly and he continued, "Why?"

Swallowing hard she asked, "Mike, do me a favor?  Please kiss me
again."

Sitting side by side, he turned towards her, took her into his
arms and then gently kissed her.  At least Mike intended the kiss
to be gentle; Judy did not.  Putting her arms around his neck,
she began to work her lips on his in a way she had never done in
her life before.  Then her tongue darted out and probed his mouth
contacting his tongue and sending shocks of electricity through
them both.  Judy had mentally vowed to unleash all the passion
she could to try to communicate her feeling for Mike through her
lips.  The result almost knocked him out.

Then he realized that she was trying to communicate her love for
him.  Not to be left out, Mike put his arms tightly around her
body and squeezed.  When he did he could hear wonderful happy
sounds coming from deep in her body.  Then he took the initiative
to explore her mouth with his tongue.  Finally the two eased
apart in order to breathe.

They were still in each other's arms with their faces only far
enough apart for their eyes to focus.  Huskily she replied,
"Thank you, Mike.  In answer to your question, I want to make
love with you tonight.  I hope it's obvious to you by now how
much I love you.  I just want to express my love for you with my
body.  Will you let me?  Please?  Will you go to bed with me
tonight?"

Mike was so utterly stunned he didn't know what to say.  Before
he could say anything she added, "My body is very clean.  I have
no diseases or anything.  Honest!"  Then she looked at him
intently and asked, "But am I attractive enough for you?  Is
there anything about me you would like changed?"  Then with a
little smile she said, "Forget that question for now.  I'll ask
it again later, when you're seeing me naked."

Mike was in a state of utter shock.  Nothing like this had ever
happened to him nor had he ever heard of anything like it
happening to anyone else. _My God!_  he thought. _This doesn't
even happen in the movies!  I'm in the presence of the most
magnificent female I have ever seen, and she says she *loves
me!*_

Meanwhile Judy was fixing a plate of caviar for him.  Then, with
a warm smile, she picked up a piece of caviar-covered toast and
held it in front of his mouth.  Almost in a daze he opened his
mouth and took a bite.

"Do you like it?" she asked softly.  "I so hope you do."  With a
quick grin she added, "It's supposed to be an aphrodisiac.  I
don't know if it is or not, but tonight I can't take any
chances."

Then raising her champagne glass to him she waited for him to
pick up his own -- Mike was amazed that he could actually pick it
up by himself -- and clinked hers to his.  "To us, Mike!  And to
a marvelous weekend.  I hope it proves to be as memorable for you
as I'm sure it will be for me."  They each sipped the wine and
Mike suddenly realized it was utterly superb.

"Why are you doing this?" Mike blurted.  "What, in heaven's name,
is going on, anyway?"  He was utterly baffled by the way the
evening was going.

"This is a farewell party," she said very softly.  Then in a
whisper she said, "It's a farewell to your virginity, Mike." 
Looking him straight in the eye she added, "It is true, isn't it?
 You have never made love to a woman before in your life, have
you?"

His initial reaction was to protest that he was experienced. 
Instead, though, he allowed his accumulated frustration to show
and he just murmured, "No, Judy, I haven't."  Then with a wry
grin he added, "Isn't that just awful!?  Can you believe a guy
could be over twenty-five years old and never made love to a
woman.  God!  You must think I'm an awful creep!"

"No, darling," she replied softly.  "I think you are awfully
good!  And very nice.  And I love you desperately."

"You _what?"_ he exclaimed.  He blushed as soon as he realized he
had almost shouted the last words.  Heads were turning to look at
him, and he wanted to sink into the floor.  After waiting for the
other people to return to their own conversations, he said
softly, "Judy, you can't be serious!  How can you possibly love
me?"

"I don't know, Mike," she replied softly while taking his hand in
hers.  "But I do...  And you love me back, too."  She looked down
at her slender hand in his large one.  Then she lifted his hand
to her lips and kissed it tenderly.  Changing the subject she
asked, "Mike, are there any long-term effects from your wounds? 
I guess you've been pretty badly shot up, haven't you?"

"How did you know that?" he asked.

"Please, Mike!  Knock it off, will you?  We already went over
your medals.  The Purple Heart is awarded for wounds suffered in
combat.  You have three -- and I don't think they were given for
stubbing your toe on beach defenses, either."

"I'm okay," he replied softly.  "There are a couple of bullet
holes, but except for little depressions, there's nothing much to
see."  Then with a little grin he added, "My equipment for making
love is very much intact."

To his surprise, her eyes lighted up when he mentioned
depressions in his skin.  "That's great!" she exclaimed.  "My
best friend's husband was shot up and she loves to use her
engorged nipple to probe into the depressions.  I don't know what
Ken thinks about it, but Kathy just loves it!"  With her eyes
gleaming she asked, "Mike, can I try that with you?  My nipples
are pretty small but they engorge nicely.  Can I?  Please?"  He
just shook his head.

Changing the subject she asked, "What brings you out here, Mike.
I know you were in the SEALS, but what are you doing now?"

"I command a newly-formed Ranger battalion," he replied.  "Right
now we're training with an Army group...  God, those guys are
tough!  And with a combat tradition you would not believe! 
Carlson's Rangers are the real thing..."

"Carlson's Rangers!?  You're kidding!" Judy exclaimed.  "I
mentioned my best friend?  She's Kathy Carlson and her husband is
Ken Carlson who, I guess, gave that unit its name.  She's the one
who loves to probe Ken's shoulder with her gorgeous nipple." 
Then she asked, "That is the unit you mean, isn't it?"

"My God!" he exclaimed.  "Do you mean to say Ken Carlson is
_still alive?_  With all the stories told about him, we all
thought he was buried in Vietnam somewhere.  We just assumed that
no one could possibly do what he did and actually come out of it
alive."

"Darling, he is very much alive.  And his wife, Kathy, figures
strongly in the legend.  She's the author of the Kathy-grams --
but I don't know if you've heard of them."  Then with a very warm
smile she added, "Incidentally, she's the one who helped me with
the plans for this weekend.  She is the most incredible woman
alive!  Beautiful?  My God, I look ugly compared to her."  Then
she smiled and asked, "Do you follow golf at all?"

"Sometimes I'll watch a tournament on television," he replied. 
"Why?"

"By any chance did you see or hear anything about the LPGA
Kapalua Open a couple of months ago?  It was won by an amateur
playing in her first tournament."

Mike's face lighted up.  "Hell, yes!  By the time it was over,
every guy in the BOQ was packed around the TV.  That girl was
incredible!"

"That was Kathy Carlson," Judy said with her eyes beaming.  Mike
just shook his head in amazement.

The couple talked through a magnificent dinner.  Judy found that
Mike was a voracious reader -- he maintained that he did it to
try to keep his mind off girls.  They debated the comparative
merits of a number of classics indicating to Mike that Judy was
also very smart, well-read, and well-informed.  While they were
talking, the dinner unfolded magnificently.  He just enjoyed it
as the finest meal he had ever had in his entire life.  Finally
they had coffee and the best cognac in the house.

While they were sipping it, Judy said, "I'm sorry, Mike, for not
having cigars.  They are perfect at the end of a meal like this.
But since we're going to be making love, I didn't think you would
like my mouth tasting of cigar tonight.  Maybe some other
time..."  Then with a sigh she added, "Well, darling, shall we
go?"

"Go where?"

"To my suite, silly," she replied softly.  "I guess we could go
to your room in the BOQ, but the beds aren't very good and they
sure aren't very big.  I want you to really enjoy your first time
with a woman.  Now shall we?"

"But... But I don't have anything..."

"Darling, I have toiletries for you in the bathroom.  That's all
you'll need for at least the next day or so.  Now shall we go?"

"But what about the check?"

"It's all taken care of," she replied.  "By the way, all of this
is courtesy of Kathy Carlson, too.  She's a partner in the Firm
where I work and she's... she's just great!"  With a small smile
-- Judy was beginning to feel very nervous -- she asked again,
"Can we go now?"

* * *

When she unlocked the door of her suite, Mike entered and let out
a soft whistle.  It was nicer than anything he had ever seen
before.  Turning back to Judy, he saw her standing with her arms
at her sides but with her wanting obvious in her eyes.

When he moved to take her into his arms, he could see the wanting
replaced by a look of joy.  Their kiss was even better than the
ones before.  Parting, Judy began to untie his tie and helped him
off with his tunic.  Then she disappeared into the bedroom
leaving Mike alone.  Not knowing what else to do, he sat down on
the sofa to wait.

Only moments later, the door to the bedroom opened.  Looking up,
he saw Judy standing naked, framed in the doorway.  She was
utterly exquisite with her golden body not showing blemishes of
any kind.  There was a hesitant smile on her face but then she
came across the room and knelt on the floor in front of him.

Cupping her golden breasts she said, "My darling, these are my
tits.  They are full and firm.  Maybe they're too firm for you. 
Please feel them."

Hesitantly he reached out his hands.  When he did, she moved her
hands down to her sides and just held her back up even straighter
than it had been.  Very tentatively he touched her left breast
with his right hand and then started to jerk it away as if her
breast were hot to the touch.

Before he could, though, Judy grabbed his hand with both of hers
and pressed it hard against her bare flesh.  "Squeeze it, Mike,"
she pleaded.  "Please?  I'm not at all breakable, really."

He did and realized she was right.  Her breast was full but very
firm.  Then she asked him to tweak her nipple and it instantly
responded by engorging when he did.

Realizing she would have to do more work than she had originally
thought, she then took his hand and brought it down to her
crotch.  Taking his forefinger she held it like a pencil and
stroked her labia with it, then used it to part her lips and
brought it to her clitoris.  "This is my clit, darling," she
said.  As she did she spread her knees wide apart and bent
backwards to open up her slit to his gaze.  "It is nothing but a
mass of nerve endings to react to contact with your cock."

Then she moved his finger down to the entrance to her vagina
which was already dripping with her juices.  "And this is my
cunt, Mike.  From now on it belongs to you to do with as you
will.  For that matter, the same thing is true of my entire body.
 I am so wet already it feels like it will wash away.  Can you
feel it?"

Taking a more active r"le, Mike moved his finger around her slit
and then gently probed her vagina.  When he did, she sighed with
pleasure.  Then she straightened up and said, "You have seen some
of me.  How about you?  May I see you?"  Then she reached over
and unbuckled his belt, unfastened his waistband and unzipped his
fly.  Before doing anything else, she took off his shoes and
socks, then eased his pants off him.  To his surprise, she rose
to her feet and carefully put his trousers on a hangar and hung
his tunic over them.

Returning to where he was sitting, she went back down on her
knees and eased his shorts down his legs seeing the large bulge
made by his prick and balls before she took them off.  When she
did, she let out a quiet gasp.  Mike Morris was beautifully built
with a beautifully long and large cock now reaching its full
erection.  "Darling, you are gorgeous!" she exclaimed as she
leaned forward to kiss its tip.

"What are you doing?" he exclaimed.  "You shouldn't do that,
honey.  It's... It's dirty!"

"No, darling," she insisted.  "It's clean and pure and belongs in
my sopping wet sheath."

Then she lowered her head and took the pink tip in her mouth. 
When he tried weakly to lift her head off, he realized she had
gripped his cock and wouldn't let go.  As her tongue moved over
his tip he felt a sensation he had never experienced before; it
was utterly marvelous.  He leaned back and enjoyed it for a
moment, then sat up again and watched as her golden head went up
and down on him.  While she was moving he gently caressed her
hair and realized it was like silken gold.  Moving a lock of it
away from her ear he realized how incredibly beautiful and
feminine this girl was.  Her ear was small, perfectly shaped, and
lay flat against her head.

Lowering his head, he kissed her ear gently and felt her body
shiver in his arms.  Continuing his exploration, he ran his
fingers around her body with its satin-smooth skin over what he
now realized were beautifully toned muscles.  Finally he cupped
her tits with both hands and squeezed, at first gently but then
harder.  When he did, he could hear wonderfully warm noises
coming from deep in her body.  In spite of continuing to move her
head up and down on his throbbing cock, she managed to writhe in
pleasure at the same time.

Suddenly his cock exploded in her mouth taking him totally by
surprise.  Judy began to swallow as fast as she could, catching
his warm cum in her mouth.  When his pulsations slowed and then
stopped, she lifted her head and just looked at Mike's cock. 
Carefully she licked off the tip and then looked up at him. 
"Mike, you are luscious!  Thank you."

Then she knelt up straight and took off his T-shirt, now baring
his entire body.  He looked like a Greek god, although there were
the scars he had told her about from bullets and a jagged one
that was still raw-looking.  Obviously, it was from the most
recent wound, and moreover, it had been inflicted only a short
time before.

Mike realized that he had totally lost any control of the
situation.  Furthermore, this beautiful girl was making love to
him while he just sat like a bumpkin with a... a prostitute. _My
God,_ he thought, _that's what she's doing!  She's prostituting
herself... for me!_  With that thought, he took her face in his
hands and lifted it up.

When she saw that Mike intended to kiss her, Judy struggled but
to no avail.  As strong as she was, he was far stronger.  "Please
don't!" she exclaimed.  "Mike, my mouth is still full of your
cum!  You'll get sick!"

"You didn't," he said softly, and then melted his lips to hers.

When he forced his tongue past her lips, she realized he was not
to be denied so she wrapped her arms around his neck and relished
the intense love in his kiss.  Meanwhile she could feel his
tongue working around in her mouth.  Finally he broke the kiss
and whispered, "It tastes good!  A little odd, but good.  Do you
like the taste, Judy?  Do you do this often?"

"I love it!" she replied, but without answering his second
question.

Then an idea occurred to Mike.  He dropped to his knees on the
floor in front of her and kissed her again.  Then he gently eased
her down flat on her back and dropped his mouth to her cunt. _If
she can do it to me,_ he reasoned, _I guess I can do it to her,
too._

When Judy saw what Mike intended to do, again she tried to
resist.  "Darling, please don't!  That's where your cock goes,
not your mouth!"

"If my cock which belongs in your cunt can go in your mouth, why
can't my mouth go into your cunt?" he asked with a warm little
smile.

Although he had no real idea of what he should do, he began to
lick her slit and then hardened his tongue to use as a small cock
to penetrate into her vagina.  When Judy realized that again her
resistance was futile, she raised her pelvis to try to give him
easier access.  As she did, Mike realized that she was holding
her hips up to him with no support beneath them.  Thinking for a
moment, he lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders.

"Thank you, darling," Judy whispered.  "That does make it
easier."  Then skeptically she asked, "Do you like it?  What does
it taste like?"

"Darling," he replied warmly, "Like the rest of you, it tastes
delicious!"  He went back to his licking and then concentrated on
her clit.  By now her hips were bucking and he realized it was a
good thing her legs were around his neck.  It was the only way he
could maintain position on her cunt.  When he lightly bit her
clit, she exploded.  There was a gushing of her juices that he
carefully lapped up and at the same time he realized she had gone
limp in his arms.  When he put her legs down on the floor, he
realized that she was unconscious.

While he worried and thought of calling for an ambulance, he saw
her eyelids blink and then open.  Judy stretched luxuriantly,
ignoring the fact that she was lying naked on the carpet.  "Mike,
that was utterly delicious!  Thank you so much," she whispered. 
"How did I taste?  Was it awful?"

"It was delicious!" he replied, "But are you all right, honey?"
he asked.  "What happened?"

"Darling, when you bit my clit, the sensation just overwhelmed my
nervous system and I blacked out."  Then with a little grin she
added, "Don't worry about it, Mike.  That's just Clifford &
Jamison standard."  When he looked even more puzzled she just
giggled and said she would explain it to him later.

Mike sat back on his heels between her legs and just looked at
her.  He realized her body was utterly perfect.  There was not an
ounce of fat on her.  She had broad shoulders for a woman
supporting full breasts.  Her body flowed down to a very slim
waist and then widened again in beautiful curves to slim hips and
down to utterly perfect legs.  Her body was tanned all over
without a strap mark anywhere.  Her skin was an overall warm
gold.

Then he returned to the second question she had asked: "Darling,
you taste wonderful.  I can't describe it, but it was warm and
sweet.  I love it," he said with a smile.

When he looked up at her face, he saw that she was looking at him
with intense love in her eyes.  "Mike," she whispered, "would you
do me a great favor?  Please carry me into the bedroom.  Could
you?"

He moved and lifted her up in his arms.  When he did, he realized
how wonderful she felt as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 
"Is this carrying my bride across the threshold?" he asked with a
small grin.

"I hope so," she whispered so softly he barely heard her.

Entering the bedroom with Judy in his arms, he was again
surprised.  There was a king-sized bed turned down on both sides.
 But in addition there was a wine cooler with an opened bottle of
champagne sitting beside the bed.  Gently he lowered her to the
bed.  When he did, before letting go of his neck Judy melted her
lips to his in another passionate kiss.

"Darling," she said softly, "I've taken you in my mouth and you
have taken me in yours.  I've been told that cum washes down
beautifully with champagne.  I suppose my love juices might, too.
 Do you want to try?"

"Of course!" he replied.

Then he carefully poured two glasses, gave one to Judy and then
climbed into the bed beside her.  While he was pouring the wine
she was piling the pillows at the head of the bed.  When Mike got
in, she indicated the center and he rested his back against the
headboard.  Judy then moved as close as she could beside him and
rested her head on his shoulder.  Turning her head, she raised
her glass and said, "Darling, to us!"

Mike found that he could hold his champagne flute in his left
hand and cradle her tit with his right.  As he did, he could hear
Judy make wonderful warm noises deep in her body and at the same
time wriggle to get as close to him as she possibly could.  When
he sipped his champagne, he realized it was a marvelous taste
sensation coming on top of her love juices that he could still
taste in his mouth.

After taking a couple of sips, Judy put her glass on the
night-table and said, "Darling, I think it's that time.  My cunt
is as wet as it ever can be and your cock is as rigid as a steel
pipe.  Please, Mike?  Please take me?"

Putting his glass on the table he rolled over between her
now-widespread thighs.  Lifting her hips off the bed Judy placed
the head of his throbbing cock at the mouth of her vagina and
smiled, saying softly, "Darling, you're there.  Now it's up to
you."

As soon as he moved into her slippery wetness he could feel how
tight her vagina was around his cock.  Easing himself in, he
worked in very short strokes going deeper each time.  Just when
he encountered a strange resistance, Judy wrapped her legs around
his hips and pulled him towards her with all the strength in her
powerful legs.  There was an excruciating pain for an instant,
which caused her to scream in spite of her resolve, but then Mike
went in deeper.  This time, when he withdrew, she swung her legs
around and placed her ankles around his neck to support her lower
body in a position that afforded him maximum penetration.  In
just a couple of more strokes his balls pounded against her tight
little ass and she screamed again, but with pleasure this time.

Soon he was moving in and out with very long strokes while she
began slowly to rotate her hips.  For both of them it was the
most marvelous sensation either had ever had.  Judy felt that she
was being taken up to a peak.  When she reached one, her cuming
flooded her cunt with even more of her love juices and made
Mike's movements easier with its lubrication.  Feeling him inside
her, whenever she felt he was about to release, she would subtly
change her internal movements and let him catch his breath. 
Before long her cumings were occurring with increasing frequency
until finally she achieved the level that Kathy had told her
about so often: She was in continuous orgasm.

Mike was utterly astonished watching the gorgeous golden girl
move her body beneath him.  What he saw confirmed an earlier
impression: She was just gorgeous satin-smooth skin over
finely-toned muscles.  As she writhed beneath him he could see
her muscles stand out with the strain.  Her head was tossing from
side to side on the bed and her pelvis was in violent spasm.

"Fuck me, Mike!" she screamed.  "Oh God, Darling, fuck me. 
Squeeze my tits, please."  Moving in and out he reached out and
squeezed her breasts.  When he teased her erect nipples again she
screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain -- they were more
sensitive than she dreamed possible.

Finally, in spite of all of her movement, she could feel Mike
about to release inside her.  She could feel him begin to spurt
and felt the wonderful warm cum flood her insides.  This was the
point she had been preparing for.  With an almost superhuman
effort, she willed herself to retain consciousness.  Although
everything turned grey, she made it and could feel her vagina
throbbing in an effort to drain his massive balls.

Reaching down she was able to get one of her hands on them and
began to squeeze his balls in the same tempo as her vaginal
contractions.  This provoked a scream from Mike as he felt his
whole being was in his cock.  Things started to turn grey for
him, too, and he fell forward supporting himself on his hands on
the bed beside her.  As he felt his cuming slow and finally stop,
he leaned over and kissed her.

It was the very best kiss yet.  "Oh, Mike!" she exclaimed, "that
was _so_ good -- far better than I ever dreamed."  Then her brows
wrinkled with concern and she asked, "How was it for you?  Was I
okay?  Did you like it?"

He just shook his head trying to regain his breath.  Finally he
gasped, "Judy, I could not believe anything could ever be so
good!  It was unbelievable...  And so are you!  Darling, you are
so incredibly beautiful."

With the warmest smile on her face he had ever seen Judy said,
"Mike, you now have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if you want
to take advantage of it."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Eat my cunt again, now.  It will be... different.  Want to?"

He had noticed that she had raised her knees and was lifting her
pelvis off the bed to keep her vaginal opening high.  Although he
didn't know why she was doing it -- it appeared to be very
uncomfortable -- but perhaps it related to her invitation.

When he raised himself off her body, she shifted position
downward on the bed.  Going between her legs he put his mouth on
her cunt.  As soon as he did, she placed her legs over his
shoulders to raise her cunt up to him.  As he began to lick and
suck, he found the taste wonderful -- it even had a certain
amount of salt.  Entering into the spirit of it -- he now
realized he could bring her to orgasm by going down on her, too
-- he worked as hard as he could in an effort to extract as much
fluid from her as he could and at the same time bring her to
another climax.

When he bit her clit lightly after exhausting all the fluid, she
came again violently.  The flow this time had a different taste
-- more like the first time he had gone down on her in the
sitting room.  After licking it all up, he rolled off her and
moved up in the bed so he could rest against the headboard. 
After arranging the pillows again, he gently pulled her up to him
and placed her head on his shoulder.

Looking back down the bed he saw in the dim light what appeared
to be a large dark stain where Judy had been lying.  Before he
had a chance to look at it more closely, her eyes blinked and
then opened.  "Thank you, darling," she whispered.  "That was
heavenly!"

"But what's that... that stain down there?" Mike asked with the
worry audible in his voice.

Looking down at the spot, Judy grinned wryly and said, "Your
girlfriend is an awful slob, darling.  That's the remains of my
virginity.  I didn't think it would be as messy as it turned out
to be, though."

Utterly stunned Mike exclaimed, "But you can't...  I mean you
couldn't be... _a virgin!_  Could you?"

"Okay," she said agreeably.  "I'm not a virgin.  It's certainly
true now, so what difference does it make?"

Then she grinned at him and said, "Darling, the brutal fact of
the matter is that you are the first man to touch me --
_anywhere!_  No man has ever touched my tit, let alone my cunt. 
I guess I can count the number of men I have ever kissed on the
fingers of one hand and have a finger or two left over."

Her grin changed to a warm smile as she finished, "That's how I
could be so... definite... when I said I was clean and free of
disease.  Darling, I couldn't have a sexually transmitted disease
because I've never had sex before -- of any kind."

Changing the subject she said, "By the way, how did you like
the... cocktail... you just drank?  The reason I said it was a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is that it represents virgin
semen, virgin love juices, and a virgin's blood for salt.  Was it
good?"

Mike was just looking at her.  Then he pulled her head closer and
buried his lips on hers.  Almost instantly she rolled over on top
of him and he held her tightly while they kissed.  Then he became
aware of her moving her chest against his.  Breaking the kiss, he
relaxed his hold thinking he was hurting her.  He wasn't.  There
was a hurt look on her face as Judy asked, "Why did you stop?"

"Because I was hurting you, honey," he replied, "And I don't ever
want to do that!"

"Darling, you weren't at all," she protested.  Then she thought
back to what she had been doing when he released his hold and
grinned.  "All I was doing was trying to rub my nipples against
your gorgeous chest hair.  Kathy says it's great, and even though
I really didn't get a chance to try it for more than an instant,
it was neat."

Then with a cute little smile she said, "Darling, you have
another unique opportunity if you want to take it.  All I will
tell you is, that if you take advantage of this opportunity, you
can one-up Ken Carlson.  Are you interested?  Will you accept my
offer?"

"If you're saying that I have the chance to do something that
Carlson couldn't do, the answer is hell, yes!  What is it?  What
do I do?"

Rolling off him onto the bed Judy was now face-down.  She pulled
her knees up beneath her raising her butt high into the air. 
With the cutest little grin he had ever seen, she said, "Neat! 
Fuck me in the ass!  Right now!"

Mike was shocked.  "But I can't... I mean... Judy, I could split
you in half..."

"You might," she conceded, "but so what?  Remember, Darling, Ken
and Kathy had been married for well over a year before he took
the last of her virginity.  You have the only chance you can ever
have to take it all on the first night.  Please?  You said you
would."

"But...  How?"  Mike was beside himself.  He didn't have the
first idea about what to do.

"Just kneel behind me, put your cock in my wet cunt to pick up
some vaginal juices -- they work as a lubricant -- and just put
your glorious cock against my anal ring.  Then we'll see," she
instructed him.

Although he was skeptical he did what she had said.  When the tip
of his cock was wet with her juices -- _She was right about
that,_ he thought. _She is an incredibly wet little thing_ -- he
put it against her amber ring.  When he did he carefully stroked
her beautiful ass cheeks and found they, too, were small, tight
and very firm.

Relaxing her sphincter the way Kathy had told her to, Judy pushed
back against the tip of the cock as hard as she could.  She
screamed as she felt the terrible pain of his penetration but
then she realized he was in.  She had done it!

"Now, darling," she said after catching her breath, "just do what
you did before, but for God's sake, don't let it come out!"  Then
she pressed back hard just as he moved forward.

The sensation on Mike's cock was indescribable.  It was trapped
in a tight band that just constantly squeezed it.  At the same
time he could feel that he was in a slippery channel and he
started moving in and out in short strokes.  As his huge cock
slickened, his movement became easier and soon he could feel her
buns against his pelvis as his balls swung forward to hit her
cunt.

Judy was moaning and exclaiming at what was now exquisite
pleasure and soon was rotating her hips in a fashion similar to
the way she had moved her cunt.  Meanwhile, Mike continued to
move in and out.  To their amazement, she began to cum as the
sensual pleasure just overwhelmed her.  Soon she began to scream
in ecstasy as her cumings became nearly continuous again. 
Finally she could feel the giant rod in her ass begin topulsate.

When she did, she moved her ass backward as hard as she could to
drive his cock into her to its fullest just before he exploded
inside her.  Mike screamed, too, and collapsed on her back while
he felt his cock pulsate with his discharge.  Realizing he was
lying on her back, he reached under her and grabbed her tits
which were hanging below her and squeezed them hard, provoking
another scream of delight from Judy.  When his cock began to
shrink back in size, he gently withdrew it and then pitched
face-down on the bed beside her.

After resting for a while they got up and went into the bathroom
where Judy insisted on sharing a shower with him.  They both
delighted in soaping and caressing the other's body.  When they
finished, Judy carefully applied more musk oil to her tits and
slit, then went back into the bedroom.  Opening the closet, she
took down a clean set of sheets and in a few moments had remade
the bed, laughing at the mess now covering the original bottom
sheet.  Scrambling back into bed, she carefully poured more
champagne and they toasted each other.  After a passionate kiss
they turned off the lights and Judy rested her head on Mike's
shoulder.  In just moments they were both asleep.

Periodically during the night one or the other would awaken. 
When it was Mike, he found that Judy's cunt was always wet and
ready to receive him.  When it was Judy, she found that only the
least fondling was enough to get Mike's cock as hard as steel to
penetrate her again.  The two maintained their passion until well
after four in the morning, when utter exhaustion overtook them
both.*Chapter 31*

Mike Morris awakened with a start the next morning when he felt
an unaccustomed weight on his shoulder.  Then he realized there
was something supple and warm molded against his right side and
his right hand was cupping... a woman's very firm breast.  Then
he remembered: he was in bed with Judy... _My God, I still don't
even know her last name!_ he thought, as the events of the
preceding night came back in his memory with a rush.  When he
gently squeezed her breast, he was looking down at the girl and
enjoying the feeling of her beautiful head on his shoulder.

Then he realized he was looking directly into her bright blue
eyes.  "Good morning, darling," she whispered.  "Did you sleep
well?" she asked with a wonderfully warm little grin.  Judy
stretched like a great golden cat and then burrowed even closer
against him.

Then, with an incredibly quick and smooth motion, she rolled on
top of his body and lay face-down on his chest with her chin
resting on her folded hands.  Moving up farther she positioned
her mouth over his and lowered it until her lips just made
contact with his.  Their good-morning kiss was literally
electrifying.  Both of them felt the flow of electricity between
them.

Easing upward she focused her eyes on his and whispered, "Michael
Morris, I love you very much."

Reaching down behind her she found Mike's cock in full erection
and his balls full.  "You are so utterly spectacular, darling,"
she said softly.  "You have stretched my insides so wonderfully."
 With her eyes wide she asked, "But don't you ever run out?  I
haven't even made a dent in your supply of wonderful cum."

Moving further down on his body she rose, placed his rod at the
entrance to her vagina and lowered her body on it.  "Oh God!" she
moaned, "this feels so great!"  Very slowly she began to move up
and down on the cock impaling her body.  Then she stopped and
leaned forward asking, "Mike, would you squeeze my tits? 
Please?"  He did and she just moved her body slowly while she
enjoyed his caresses.  Meanwhile, she discovered internal muscles
in her loins that she began to use to rhythmically squeeze his
cock.

Meanwhile, Mike ran his hands lightly over her body focusing on
her breasts and her buns.  With daylight now coming in through
the drapes, he could see that she had a perfect all-over tan and
an utterly flawless body.  Then he felt her loins quiver as she
achieved an orgasm but at the same time strove to prevent him
from releasing.

"What are you doing?" he asked softly.

"I'm fucking myself, darling," she replied, "but I'm doing it a
new way -- or trying to, anyway.  I'm not really sure it will
work."  Remarkably, it did.  She found that she could sustain her
own orgasm by just playing with her internal muscles but without
moving on his organ.  When he finally released, his flood of cum
took her over her crest and caused her to black out.  Her body
collapsed on top of his in a dead faint.

When he felt his pulsations stop and her involuntary vaginal
contractions end, Mike carefully rolled her body off him, moved
down on the bed, and then began carefully to lick out her cunt. 
He found he loved it.  In spite of what he had expected, she
smelled fresh and clean and tasted lovely.

As he was finishing, her eyes fluttered open and she trapped his
head between her muscular thighs.  "Look what I found!" she
exclaimed with a grin.  "What is it, do you suppose?  Whatever it
is, it's eating me up!"  When he finished she asked, "Was that
your breakfast, darling?  Or would you like something more?"

He grinned back realizing that not only was Judy spectacular in
bed but she seemed to have fun -- she wasn't taking sex as a
terribly serious thing.

They got out of bed and again shared a shower.  While Mike
shaved, Judy washed her hair to get rid of the sweat in her hair
and scalp.  Finishing first, she put on one of the two unisex
terry robes and went to the sitting room to order breakfast from
room service.  Mike came out wearing a robe at the same time the
waiter arrived.  Together they finished a remarkably large
breakfast.  Mike was amazed to see Judy eat it all and eat with
relish.  When he asked her, she replied simply that she was
hungry pointing out that he had been getting all the rich protein
from his cum, not her.

When they finished, Judy, who had taken off her robe as soon as
the waiter left and had been sitting naked at the table, knelt on
the floor in front of Mike and said, "The time has come, Darling.
 What changes would you like me to make in my appearance?  I want
to be as perfect in your eyes as I can be."

The intervening hours had done nothing for Mike except to confirm
his original impression: she was utterly perfect as she was.  At
the same time he had come to realize that she was absolutely
serious about her question so he decided to tease her.

Holding his chin in his hand he tried to look pensive.  Finally
he brightened and said, "Tattoos!  That's what you need, Judy. 
Tattoos."

"What would you like, Darling, and where?" she asked simply.

"Well, how about the Marine emblem across your chest, in red and
gold, of course.  Then in big red letters above your cunt the
words, 'Property of Michael Morris'.  I'll want something on your
arms and back, too, but I don't know quite what, yet..."

Rising to her feet she asked, "Is there any place special to go?
And do you want to come, too?"

Suddenly he realized she was absolutely serious.  He asked
incredulously, "Judy, do you know what you're saying?  Do you
know how they make a tattoo?"

"I think they will put ink on my body and then use a needle to
drive it under the skin.  It's something like that, isn't it?"
she replied.

"But do you realize how painful that is?  Can you imagine a
needle over every square millimeter of your breasts?  Can you
believe how much it hurts?"

She looked genuinely puzzled.  "I don't understand, Mike.  What
does that have to do with anything?  If that's what they do,
that's what we'll do.  If it hurts, it hurts," she said simply.

Shaking his head in disbelief he asked, "Judy, what would you do
if I told you I wanted your tits for breakfast?"

"I would ask you how you wanted them prepared," she replied
simply.  "Then I would pray that I could be strong enough to cut
them off and still prepare and serve them to you before passing
out from the pain."

Shaking his head in utter disbelief -- although, in fact, he
believed her completely -- he extended his arms and said, "Come
here, Judy."

With her eyes wide she came to his arms.  Then he lifted her up
as if she were weightless and sat her across his lap.  Hugging
her tightly he whispered, "My darling, you are utterly perfect
the way you are.  You make me feel so incredibly humble, too. 
Now I know you were absolutely serious: You would make any change
in your appearance I asked for -- regardless of what it might be.
 Moreover, you would do anything I asked you to do without regard
to what it might do to you.  I'm right, aren't I?"

She just nodded her head once and nuzzled into his neck.  Lifting
her chin, Mike melted his lips against hers realizing only then
the degree to which, from the very beginning, Judy had taken the
initiative in their relationship.  When they parted he said,
"Judy, do you realize I don't even know your last name?  How can
I ask you to marry me, or have the Church publish the banns of
marriage without it?"

"You don't ask me, darling," she replied.  "You have to ask my
parents."  Mike was stunned by her reply.  She eased his shock by
adding, "It really doesn't matter what they say, my darling. 
I'll be your mistress for as long as you want me, regardless."

"But... But when...? How...?"  he stammered

"How about this evening?" she replied.  "They're expecting us for
dinner tonight.  Cocktails will be at six."

Mike was so surprised at her responses, he didn't even notice
that she still had not told him her last name.  "But... But what
will their reaction be to my being a Marine?"

"That's a very good question," Judy replied looking pensive. 
"There's something you should know, I guess.  Mom was one of the
original anti-Vietnam protesters.  You know: 'Ho, Ho, Ho Chi
Minh!  The Viet Cong are going to win!' -- that stuff?  I'm not
sure what her reaction will be.  Dad won't mind though...  I
don't think."

Then she said, "Come on, lazy-bones.  It's almost eleven o'clock
already and I have the day planned.  Looking outside, it appears
that the weather is even cooperating."

Then Mike realized that all he had was his service dress uniform.
 Shaking her head Judy said, "No, you don't.  It has to go to the
cleaners so it will be spotless for tonight."

Reacting to his baffled expression, she continued, "I have a
couple of things for you to wear."  Going back to the bedroom she
gave him a golf shirt and a pair of shorts with a drawstring
waistband that fit him.  She put on a pair of shorts and a
tank-top.  When he pointed out that her nipples showed clearly,
she glanced down and said disinterestedly, "Yeah, I guess they
do, don't they."

After giving Mike's uniform to the valet, she picked up a small
purse and they left the room.  Going outdoors, they found that
the day was utterly perfect with the temperature already in the
mid-80's and with the sun shining brightly.  Leading the way, she
went out to a Jeep in the parking lot and motioned for Mike to
get in.

Driving over to the coast road, Judy headed north for a few miles
until she reached a barely-visible track on the left heading down
towards the water.  At that point on the coast, the road was high
on a cliff above the ocean.  When they were off the road, Judy
engaged the four-wheel drive and dropped the transmission into
its lowest gear.  Handling the vehicle expertly, she dropped down
a series of switchbacks that Mike thought would have given pause
to a mountain goat.  Finally they reached the shore at a little
cove with a tiny sand beach.  He realized that with the cliff
behind them they were out of sight of anyone on the land.

"Get dressed," she ordered.  Mike didn't know what she meant but
then laughed when he saw her stripping off her clothes.  Reaching
into the back of the jeep she took out a large hamper and led the
way to a sun-drenched part of the beach.  By now the sun was high
enough to clear the cliff -- Mike realized that the beach only
got the sun in the afternoon as it moved towards the west.

Carefully she spread two beach towels side by side, then took out
suntan lotion to spread on Mike's white loins.  When he insisted,
she took out another bottle for him to use on her.  He utterly
delighted in the feeling of his fingers on her golden skin.  For
her part she began to explore his body, ending by lying on top of
him and poking the dimpled bullet holes with her engorged
nipples.  She loved it.

Later they went into the water and Mike received another
surprise.  All members of the SEALS had to be very strong
swimmers.  Nevertheless, he couldn't come close to keeping up
with Judy who moved in the water with the speed and effortless
grace of a porpoise.  The afternoon was an utter delight as they
got to know each other's bodies even better, making love several
times and swimming and sunning themselves the rest of the time. 
Somehow -- he never found out how -- there was a picnic lunch in
the jeep along with a half-case of beer.  During the afternoon
they talked about all sorts of things and Judy realized that Mike
was very widely read -- it turned out to be about his only
leisure-time activity.

Finally, at four o'clock she indicated it was time to leave.  By
the time they reached the top of the track up from the beach Mike
was again shaking his head in amazement.  Several times he
thought they would have to abandon the Jeep, but each time Judy
nursed it up yet another unbelievable incline.

When they returned to the hotel, Mike was skeptical about wearing
his uniform.  He wanted to go back to the base and put on
civvies, but Judy wouldn't let him.  "Darling, you are a Marine.
It's a fact.  If my mother doesn't like it, she doesn't like it,
but it isn't going to change anything."

After showering, Judy had fun with Mike by making him dress her.
For his part, he was astonished to realize that Judy wore no
makeup at all except for occasional lipstick which she had worn
the night before.  He realized that her lips were naturally so
red it scarcely made any difference, anyway.  What she did use,
though, were large quantities of musk oil and Mike applied it
where she told him.  When he was finished, she asked him to kiss
her.

When he did and her passion released the potent perfume base, he
was almost bowled over by the glorious smell of her perfect body.
 She just smelled fresh and sweet and clean.  After slipping on
the same white dress she had worn the previous evening, he even
brushed her hair and reveled in the sensation.  For her part, she
insisted on then dressing him.  It was apparent that she knew
exactly how uniforms worked and how they should be worn.  He even
conceded that she tied his tie in an even more regulation knot
than he did.  Finally they left the room.

To Mike's surprise, they didn't go to the Jeep.  Rather, they
went to a sporty convertible.  After putting the top down, they
drove off.  Reaching the main road, she headed towards Camp
Pendleton and it was only then that Mike realized she had said
nothing further about her parents other than the few sentences in
the morning.  "Where are we going?" he asked.

"To my parents', silly," she replied.  "You know that."

"But where are they?" he persisted.

"At home, waiting for us."

A few minutes later, he was surprised when they swung into the
main gate of Pendleton.  She eased to a stop as the Marine sentry
came to a meticulous salute.  Mike returned it and she drove
through.  It was only then that Mike realized she had not picked
up a vehicle ID card for visitors.

He was about to say something when she began a series of turns,
ultimately heading for the most senior officers' housing.  "By
the way, Mike," Judy said with a grin, "I just remembered.  I
never answered your question about my last name.  It'sJeffries."

Glancing at him she giggled as she saw Mike's face turn scarlet
with embarrassment. _It's a damned good thing I'm driving,_ she
thought. _If it were Mike, he would drive off the road!_

"But... But... But..."

"But what, Mike?" she teased.  "Spit it out."

"You... You're... General Jeffries' daughter!?" he stammered. 
"My God!  Are you really?"

"Well," she said softly, "I call him Dad, but yes, he is Major
General Stanton P. Jeffries."

As Mike sank back into his seat in a state of utter shock, Judy
pulled the car into a driveway and shut it off.  There by the
front walk was a small sign reading, *MGEN S P JEFFRIES.*  Mike
looked at it in utter horror while Judy just casually opened her
door and got out.

Turning back to Mike, she couldn't resist continuing her teasing:
"Aren't you coming?  I doubt if he'll bite.  Shoot you, maybe,
but I don't think he'll bite."

Mike slowly opened his door and got out.  Straightening his back
to ramrod stiffness, he marched beside Judy up the walk.  As they
approached, the front door opened and an officer with two stars
on his collar came out to wait for them.  When Mike was precisely
two paces away, the general's hand came up in a meticulous
salute.  Although taken aback, Mike as meticulously returned it.
Then with a yelp Judy dove into her father's arms.

"Darling, you look utterly exquisite," her father said when they
ended their embrace.  "You have never looked nearly this good in
your whole life!"

At that point a beautiful woman came out of the house.  Mike
carefully saluted and then diffidently extended his hand. 
Ignoring his hand, the woman hurled herself into his arms and
mashed her lips against his.  Shocked, Mike almost fell over.

When she released him, she said warmly, "Oh, dear!  Mike, I'm Sue
Jeffries, Judy's mother.  I guess you have really been assaulted
by Jeffries women in the last twenty-four hours, haven't you? 
But you look like you survived the experience.  Why don't we go
out back and relax?"

"Ma'am... General... Sir, I should not enter your home.  I
seduced your daughter, sir.  I took her virginity last night. 
I'm sorry, sir, but I am prepared to accept any punishment..." 
Mike's little speech was interrupted by gales of laughter from
the two senior Jeffries.

When her mother started to howl with laughter, Judy punched her
on the arm and said, "Mother!  It's not nice to laugh at other
people!"

While Stan Jeffries took Mike by the arm, Susan took her
daughter's arm and said, "Darling, you're absolutely right!  It's
something your father and I have always taught you."  Then she
stopped and wheeled on her daughter exclaiming, "But Judy, Mike
is so funny!"

The foursome went through the house and out to the patio in the
rear.  "Mike, may I take your coat?" Stan Jeffries asked.  "I
hope you'll stay for a while, now."  Mike allowed the general to
help him off with his uniform jacket.  Then he sank into a chair
and tried to clear his head.

"What can I get you to drink, Mike?" Susan Jeffries asked.  Then
she looked at him closely and said softly, "It looks like Judy
was very good to you.  Was she good in bed?  She certainly has
all the equipment.  Her body is utterly fabulous!"

To his utter dismay Mike broke down into tears.  "Mrs. Jeffries,
I adore your daughter.  She is perfection!  But I was such a
cad..."

"Mike, darling," Susan said softly while taking him into her
arms, "she seduced you."  Then she pulled up a chair, sat beside
him and said, "I'm sure you have no idea what's going on.  So let
me just tell you that all she was doing was continuing a
Jeffries' family tradition.

"You see, the first time I laid eyes on Stan he was in his
command tent in Vietnam.  The choice he faced was whether to fuck
me on his desk or on his cot.  I think we settled on his desk.  I
went there to interview him in my role as a broadcast
correspondent and ended up marrying him.  You see, Mike, he was
exactly the way you are.  If I hadn't stripped naked and asked
him to please fuck me, I never would have had Judy -- I would
have been much too old.  You're the same way, Mike.

"Even though I wasn't there, I can tell you what happened.  Judy
came into the room and saw you.  My bet is that her heart turned
over the first time she saw you.  Then she asked you to dance and
kissed you when the number ended."  With a warm smile she asked,
"Did you feel a jolt of electricity when she did?"

"Yes, but how did you know?" Mike replied looking utterly
bewildered.

"Because it's exactly the way I felt," she replied.  "Of course,
when I first kissed Stan I was completely naked and my cunt was
already running rivers."

By that time Stan Jeffries had rejoined the group.  Judy was
sitting across from Mike while her mother talked to him.  Then
she said, "Mike, I told Judy about you a few days ago.  Looking
at her now, I can tell that you and she created exquisite
pleasure for each other, didn't you?"  Smiling at him warmly she
asked, "Mike, is my daughter good with you in bed?"

"Mrs. Jeffries, she could not possibly be better.  I adore her
and I want to marry her."

"Mike, you'll have to take that one up with my better half," she
said with a warm smile.  Turning to her husband she said,
"Darling, Mike has a question to ask you."

Swallowing very hard Mike sat up as straight as he could and
said, "General Jeffries, I would like to ask your permission to
call on your daughter, Judy.  I... I love her more than life
itself, sir, and want to marry her.  In spite of what I did to
her last night, may I have your permission to continue to see
her?"

The general jumped from his chair and went to Mike.  Lifting him
out of his chair, he hugged him and then gripped his hand saying,
"Major Morris, nothing would give me greater pleasure than to
have you marry my daughter, Judy.  In you she would be getting
one of the greatest heroes our country has ever had."  Then he
looked at Mike and asked, "Major, do you want children?"

Taken aback, Mike didn't know what to say.  "Sir, I haven't had a
chance to talk to Judy about it yet.  It's all up to her. 
Personally, sir, I would like children.  I would like it very
much."

"Mike," the General continued, "she hasn't talked to you, but she
has certainly talked to her mother and me.  The answer is she
wants lots!  Does that bother you?"

Mike was dumbfounded.  Then he displayed the happiest smile the
others had ever seen and said, "Sir, the fruit of her womb will
be the most perfect little people God has ever created.  Oh, yes,
sir!  As many as she cares to have!"

With that Judy jumped from her chair and leaped into Mike's arms.
 "Darling, thank you!  Nothing would make me happier than to
carry your children in my belly.  Oh God!  Thank you!"  With that
she melted her lips to his.  Ignoring her parents he held her
tightly and ran his fingers over her exposed back.

Drinks were produced and Stan Jeffries offered a toast: "To
Michael Morris: Welcome to the Jeffries family.  We could not
possibly be more proud than we are to welcome you as our son. 
Now Sue and I can sit around and wait for the appearance of
grandchildren we can love and spoil."  Then with a very warm
smile he added, "Mike, I want to emphasize one point: We don't
want to think of you as a son-in-law.  We want you to be our son
-- the son Susan wanted so desperately but who we never had. 
Will you allow it?  Please?"

Jumping to his feet Mike grabbed Stan's hand in a solid grip. 
Before he could do anything more, though, the general had wrapped
his arms around the younger man and hugged him close.  When he
relaxed his embrace, Susan was standing there to take him into
her arms to give him the most loving kiss he had ever had.  When
she released him Mike's head was spinning.

Judy said acidly, "Mother, he's mine!  I trapped him fair and
square!"

"Oh, pooh!"  her mother exclaimed sticking out the tip of her
tongue.  "Didn't you ever hear of sharing!  I mean...  Really!"

Sinking back into his chair, Mike just shook his head in
bewilderment.  "I don't understand," he said.  "Judy said her
mother was an antiwar protester.  What happened?"

Susan winced and rubbed her ass which was as small and tight as
her daughter's.  "I really wish you hadn't said that, Mike," she
said ruefully.  "It's almost that time again."

"'That time?'  What time?" Mike asked, puzzled.

"At least once a year -- usually around Christmas -- Stan takes
me over his knee and spanks me hard.  He says it's his way of
getting my attention, claiming that I sit on my brains.  Given
some of my incredibly stupid ideas and attitudes in college, he's
probably right, too."  Then she smiled and said, "Last year, now
that she's an adult, Judy saw the whole thing.  He takes my pants
down and spanks the hell out of my bare ass."

"But then what happens?" Mike asked.

"Then I wipe away my tears, kiss his hand, kiss his lips, and
thank him for refreshing my memory," she replied simply.  "Since
his hand is so hard, I normally still feel it for at least the
next two weeks.  Once, a couple of years ago, he spanked me on
Christmas morning so hard I couldn't sit down.  I ate my
Christmas dinner kneeling on the floor.  It served me right,
too."

Then she looked at Mike and asked, "But how are you?  I see the
three Purple Hearts.  Are you okay, now?"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Jeffries.  Honest!"

"I wish I could be so sure," Stan interjected.  "Mike, there's
something you should know: At headquarters we got a memorandum
about you from the medical people.  On your last checkup
following your release, they didn't like a couple of things they
found.  After the first of the year they want you back for
retesting."  He looked concerned as he added, "Mike, you could be
looking at a medical retirement."

Mike was stunned at the revelation.  Tears began to flow as he
rose and said, "Judy, I don't know what to say.  I... I took your
virginity.  It's something you were saving for your husband. 
Since we can't marry, I can't tell you how terrible I feel about
what I did to you..."

"You did nothing!" she cried as she jumped to her feet and into
his arms.  "Besides, you asked me to marry you and my parents
approve.  The only open question is the date.  Now what is this
nonsense about not marrying me?"

"But darling," he protested, "You heard your father.  I'm
defective.  I..."

"It's only your brain that's showing signs of a major defect,
darling," Judy interjected.  "But your body is simply glorious!"
Turning to her father she asked, "Dad, do you know what it is the
doctors are concerned about?"

"Mike, it has to do with shoulder mobility.  It's something
pretty technical but has absolutely nothing to do with your life
expectancy.  I guess it means you shouldn't do much Arctic
camping in the winter -- your shoulder might stiffen up or
something."

"See, idiot!" Judy exclaimed.  "You can't get away from me that
easily."  Then she went to his arms and melted him with the most
passionate kiss he had ever had.  When they parted, Judy said,
"As a matter of fact, darling, you got permission from my parents
to continue to see me but you haven't asked me.  What about it?"

"Darling," he asked, "may I see you again?"

With an impish grin Judy unzipped her dress, stepped out of it
and then stepped out of her bikini.  "The answer is yes, darling.
 Is this soon enough?  Or would you like to see more?"

"Judith Barnes Jeffries, get your clothes on this instant!" her
mother ordered while barely able to control her giggles.  "You're
not two years old, anymore.  What do you think this is, anyway?"

Judy was back into her dress almost as fast as she had removed
it.  Looking at her mother she said in her most reasonable tone
of voice, "But Mother, my fiance asked if he could see me again.
I was just being agreeable."

The foursome then relaxed around the patio table and got to know
each other.  For Mike, who had been an orphan for years, it was a
delight.  When he finally recovered from the shock of finding
that his lover's father was also his commanding general, he found
he liked the idea.  They certainly had a great deal in common. 
Moreover, Stanton Jeffries was one of the most respected generals
in the armed forces, combining the skills of a strategist and
tactician with those of a troop commander.  When they finished
dinner, the four agreed that the wedding plans would remain open
pending a resolution of Mike's status with the Corps.

As they were leaving, Judy kissed her parents and then told her
father, "Dad, if Mike has the duty on the weekend before
Christmas, I will personally shoot you!  I have plans for him. 
It's our Clifford & Jamison Christmas dance and I want to show
off my new trophy.  Besides, it's my chance to gloat at Kathy and
Ken Carlson's expense."

"Ken _Carlson?"_ her father exclaimed.  "Do you mean Carlson's
Rangers?"

"Sure do, Dad," she replied.  "His wife is paying for all the
arrangements for this weekend.  For some stupid reason or other
she thinks she owes it to me.  The fact is, I think of her as my
sister.  She's just great!"

While she was talking Stanton Jeffries was looking thoughtful as
he searched his memory.  Then with a snap of his fingers he
exclaimed, "Kathy Carlson?  Kathy-grams?"

"That's her, Dad," Judy replied.  "She is the most beautiful,
most loving and purest person I know.  She also singlehandedly
saved a man's life in a sewer collapse and won the first golf
tournament she entered by fifteen strokes.  That's Kathy.  She
was Ken's inspiration with all of her letters to him when he was
in Vietnam."

"Darling," her father said, "the only person who can conceivably
rival your lover for heroism is Ken Carlson.  If his wife is your
best friend, you can't possibly do any better."  With a grin at
Mike he added, "You can tell Ken that his guys are still giving
Mike's people fits!  And there aren't many guys who can give
Marine Rangers fits, believe me!"

When they got back into Judy's car Mike was relaxed and didn't
pay attention to where she was going.  Besides, it was now clear
that she knew her way around the base far better than he did,
anyway.  He was surprised when she stopped the car and he
realized he was in front of the Bachelor Officers' Quarters where
he lived.

He looked at her in surprise, but all Judy said was to get his
fatigues, boots, socks and a change of underwear.  She would just
wait for him.  Shaking his head in a combination of amusement and
puzzlement, he did what she asked.  After he heaved his things
into the trunk they drove back to the hotel.

That night, their lovemaking was even better than it had been the
night before.  After taking her for the first time, Mike just
propped his head up with his elbow and let his free hand gently
stroke any part of Judy's body within reach.  She was lying on
her back with her eyes closed just relishing the feeling. 
Finally in a very soft voice she asked, "Michael Morris, what
_are_ you doing?"

"I'm just getting intimately acquainted with the most perfect
female body in the world, using the braille method," he replied.

"In that case, you're in the wrong pew.  Kathy Carlson has that
distinction, and she's not here."  Opening her eyes, she turned
her head to look at him.  "Darling, I'm really not kidding.  She
is female perfection."

Then she smiled warmly and just wriggled her body in response to
the wonderful sensations he was creating and said, "But thank
you, anyway.  It feels glorious...  And Mike, I'm really glad you
like my body.  But just remember, if you change your mind and
want me to change anything..."

He just shook his head.  After more lovemaking, they collapsed
from sheer exhaustion and slept with their bodies together and
Judy's head again on Mike's shoulder while his hand cupped her
tit.

The next morning, it was clear to Mike that Judy again had the
day planned out in her mind.  She got him up early and they went
to church.  When they returned, they had breakfast -- in the
hotel's restaurant, this time -- and then went back up to their
suite.  Mike was impressed at how quickly and neatly Judy packed
up her things.  Then she disappeared into the bathroom and
emerged just moments later wearing Marine fatigues.  She grinned
at him and told him to put his on, too.  After checking out of
the hotel, Judy put most of her things in the convertible and a
few in the Jeep.  Indicating they were taking the Jeep, he got in
and they roared off.

Again they headed toward Pendleton.  Mike looked at Judy and was
amused.  She was wearing regulation Marine fatigues along with
combat boots.  The only thing missing from her uniform was any
insignia.  When she came through the gate, she barely slowed
down.  Judging from the sharp salutes and quiet cheers it was now
clear to Mike that she was very well known to the entire Security
detail.

Because he had been looking back at the gate, Mike missed a
couple of quick turns she made.  When he looked around, he was
lost.  It was clear that she was now well away from the formal
area of barracks and quarters and out in the operations area.  He
began to worry, wondering if she knew where she was going.  One
thing was very clear: she certainly knew how to handle a Jeep. 
She made another quick turn, stamped on the brakes and the
vehicle slid to a stop in a spray of gravel.

"Good morning, Judy!  Good morning, Major!  A fine day for
shooting, isn't it."  Mike wheeled and found himself facing a
grizzled Marine gunnery sergeant wearing a campaign hat and
standing at a position of attention while he held a perfect
salute.

Mike stiffened and returned the salute, then put out his hand
saying, "Mike Morris, Gunny.  I don't think we've met before."

"No, sir.  I'm afraid we haven't.  Senior Master Gunnery Sergeant
Tom Holmes, sir.  But I've certainly heard a great deal about
you, sir.  You're a real credit to the Corps!"

"Thank you, Sergeant," Mike replied quietly.  He realized that
from a man like Holmes to be a credit to the Corps was the
highest possible compliment.  Mike took it in that spirit.

Then Holmes looked at Judy who, Morris realized, was young enough
to be his daughter.  Moreover, there was real love in his look as
he said, "Miss Judy, do you really think this is fair?  You do
know that Major Morris is one of our greatest heros?"

"Sure do, Gunny," Judy replied casually.  "He's also my lover and
will soon be my husband.  Aren't I lucky?"

Suddenly Holmes face broke into the most brilliant smile either
had ever seen.  "That's wonderful!" he exclaimed.  "My God!  How
perfect!  Major, you could not do better.  You really could not.
Furthermore, you may be the only man alive who can tame this
wildcat...  But ain't she a beauty?"

He stuck out his hand and gripped Mike's in congratulations, then
took Judy in his arms and gave her a warm kiss.

"Sarge," Mike asked, "what are we doing exactly?  My future bride
never bothers to tell me details like that."

With a grin Holmes replied, "Major, you're going to have a
private shooting competition.  Sir, would you care to lose...
say... twenty dollars?  You were a SEAL, I know, and my friends
in the Rangers say you're the very best we have, but still... 
Want to bet?"

"Bet on what?" Mike asked, still puzzled.

"I'll bet Judy takes you," Holmes replied quietly.  "Just so you
know, the competition involves pistols, automatic, and
semiautomatic weapons at all ranges out to 500 meters.  I'll bet
twenty dollars her scores beat yours."  Mike agreed and again
they shook hands.

Then Judy said, "Gunny, that's not fair!  What about my bet with
him?  I'm doing all the work, after all."  Turning to Mike she
said, "I'll bet you a wish.  Okay?  The loser gives the winner
one wish."  When Mike agreed, instead of shaking hands she kissed
him warmly.

What followed utterly amazed Mike.  At the pistol range, Judy
beat him at both slow fire and at rapid fire using a 9-mm.
automatic.  Using a sniper rifle, she destroyed him at 500
meters, not missing a single bulls-eye in spite of a fluky
crosswind that drove him to distraction.  They shot an urban
terrorist range where there were both targets and innocent
civilians.  Mike shot first and got a very good score.  He almost
fell over when Judy shot it using her M-16 set at automatic fire
and still shot nothing but 10's.

When they finally finished, Mike sank down against a fence and
caught a cold beer Holmes threw his way.  Judy caught her beer
one-handed, too.  After popping the top, she touched her can to
Mike's and took a long swallow.

Mike looked at Judy with respect and said, "Honey, what happened?
 How did you ever get so good?  And why?"

She grinned and said, "Mike, that's part of being an only child
when your father's a Marine general.  I sort of had to do double
duty as the son they never had.  Anyway, I learned to shoot when
I was four."  She gave him a very warm and loving smile, melting
him, and continued, "As for why?  Darling, you're a fighting man.
 I want you to know that I don't run screaming from a weapon.  I
won't faint at the sound of gunfire.  I even know which end of
the weapon the bullets come out of.  Darling, it's really that
simple.  Do you mind?"

Mike held out his arms and with a small yelp Judy hurled herself
at him.  He sat her across his lap and proceeded to kiss her
thoroughly.  When they finally drew apart to breathe again, he
found Tom Holmes sitting with his back against a tree-trunk
watching them with great warmth in his eyes.  "You're very lucky,
Major.  And I think you are the guy who can tame her.  But isn't
she something?  She's the mascot around Pendleton, but one with
very sharp claws.  She and her mom are respected nearly as much
as the general, sir."

"Sarge, are there any weapons Judy can't use?" Mike asked.

"Major, I've personally tried her on everything up to a 105-mm. 
howitzer.  She can fire that thing, too.  The answer is, sir, if
there's a weapon she can't use brilliantly it can't be worth
much."

Then with a broad grin he added, "Sir, I'll take a pass on the
money.  I set you up.  You see, sir, she actually holds every
damned record for gunnery we maintain out here.  None are
official, of course, but some of us old-timers get a hell of a
laugh at how much better Judy's scores are than some of the
official records."

Mike insisted on paying the sergeant.  "Gunny, you may have known
how good Judy is but I thought I was going to get some NCO money
for a change."  With a grin he added, "And getting money from an
NCO is pretty hard to do.  And it still is!"

Judy gave the sergeant a kiss on the cheek and gaily waved
goodbye.  Mike was just shaking his head in amazement as he
walked back to the Jeep.  When Judy left the post, she turned on
the coast road, headed back to the track she had taken the day
before and drove down to the small cove.  Again she produced a
lunch for them and spread out two towels.

After lunch, they were lying in the sun with Judy lying on her
back.  Mike was on his side propping his head with one hand while
his other hand was just roaming over her perfect body.  "What
_are_ you doing?" she finally asked.  "How can I sleep when you
keep doing things like that?"

"Darling," he replied, "I literally can't keep my hands off you.
You are absolutely unbelievable!"  After a pause he added, "But
Judy, why did you go to bed with me?  You've waited this long as
an untouched virgin.  Why didn't you wait just a little longer?"

Opening her eyes, she rolled on her side to look at him.  Then
she smiled warmly and asked, "Mike, how long would it have taken
you to screw up your courage to ask me for a date?  Even after I
asked you to dance?"  Instead of replying, Mike just looked glum.
 "I thought so," she continued.  "Darling, I can't tell you how I
feel right now.  I was just thinking about giving birth to
children fathered by one of the greatest heros in the history of
the Corps.  Honey, I didn't want to wait until I was forty for
you to get around to it -- if you would have done it even then."

Reaching out she began to run her fingers over his body and
added, "That's why the arrangements were set up as they were.  I
didn't want you to take me in the back seat of a car or someplace
stupid like that.  I wanted to give you my virginity in a setting
as if we were married.  That's the reason for the caviar,
champagne, and the rest of it.  Did you mind?"

_"Mind?"_ he exclaimed.  "How could I possibly?  Darling, I
really couldn't imagine anything more perfect."  Then he smiled
warmly and said, "Know something?  I think it was even better
than it would have been if we had been married.  By the time we
got to the room, I would have been in such terror, I would have
been a basket case.  There's no way I could have performed. 
Thank you, darling, for the most perfect weekend of my life!"

"It's not over yet," she reminded him.  "Remember, you owe me a
wish that I'm going to collect later."

Again they swam, made love and soaked up the sun.  By the time
they were getting ready to leave, Judy commented that Mike's
loins were no longer white -- he was starting to tan.  By the
time they were loaded up and Judy had again coaxed the Jeep up
the steep trail, it was nearly six o'clock.  Since they were both
still wearing Marine fatigues, she drove to a McDonald's where
they had hamburgers.  Sitting across from one another at a table
Mike looked at her and grinned.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Nothing at all," he replied.  "I was just thinking how cute you
are and how naturally you do everything.  You're really as happy
with a cheeseburger as you are with a gourmet meal, aren't you?"

"As long as you're with me, I am," she replied with the warmest
smile he had ever seen.  Then she glanced at her watch and said,
"Let's go.  I still have to drive back to LA tonight."

Getting back into the Jeep, she drove him back to the post and up
to the BOQ.  To his surprise, instead of just stopping in front,
she parked and got out with him.  "Where are you going?" he asked
in surprise.

"To your room, silly, to collect on my wish."

"And what, may I ask, is your wish?"

"To be fucked silly on your cot," she replied.  "And you can't
get out of it either.  You promised."

"But, Judy, you can't!  There aren't even locks on the doors. 
What if someone came in?"

"They would see me getting off with you inside me," she said,
totally unconcerned.

Seeing that protest was futile, Mike just led the way up to his
room.  As soon as they were in his small room, she began to
undress him and then stripped off her own clothes.  "But how...?"
 Mike began, "You said it yourself on Friday: These beds are
tiny."

"I figured out a way," she said with a grin.  "Besides, since
you're so tired, I figured I would just fuck myself.  Now just
lie down on your back on the cot."

After he did she climbed on top of him straddling his body.  Then
she lay down on top of him and proceeded to melt him with her
kisses.  In just moments, he could feel her wetness where her
cunt contacted his lower belly.  Thinking of something she had
said, he wrapped his arms around her body and squeezed hard.  All
she did was to wriggle against him and make those wonderful warm,
happy noises deep in her body.  Then he relaxed his hold and
moved his hands down to her buns and squeezed them hard.  Mike
had found that her buns were exquisitely small and tight -- each
was a wonderful handful.  Again he heard the same happy sounds.

With her cheek on his chest she said softly, "Darling, that feels
so wonderful!  When you do it, I'm reminded of the wonderful
feeling of you penetrating my asshole with your glorious cock." 
Reaching down she found that Mike's cock was so rigid, it was
throbbing, so she moved down and impaled herself on it.

What followed surprised Mike yet again.  While in all their
previous lovemaking Judy had controlled her body to extend its
duration, this time she moved to cause him to cum as fast as
possible.  In just moments, they came together.  Then with a
little grin she slipped off his impaling rod and moved up on him
so that her cunt was right over his mouth.  Taking the hint, Mike
sucked out the succulent fluids.  When he finished, to his
surprise Judy immediately impaled herself again and repeated the
cycle.  When she again presented her cunt to him, she was
giggling.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"This is fun!" she exclaimed.  "The reason I'm giggling, though,
is that it reminds me of a little toy I had years ago.  You see,
Mike, I told you this morning that, as an only child, I did
double-duty.  Since men never outgrow their love of toys, Dad
bought me boy's things, too.  The one I'm thinking of was made in
Germany.  It was a little windup mine car that ran on a little
track.  It would load up from a hopper, climb the little track
and then dump its load back in the hopper.  The cycle would
repeat until it was time to wind it up again."

With a broad grin she added, "I'm the little mine car.  You dump
your glorious cum into my hopper.  Then I go up to the top,
unload, then return to load up again.  And, by the way, you don't
even need to wind me up!"

Mike howled with laughter thinking about Judy as a toy mine car.
He pulled her down to his chest and again crushed her in his
embrace.  After resting in his arms for a few minutes she
returned to her work.  When he asked her why, she replied, "There
are two reasons: First, I have scarcely put a dent in your supply
of cum.  I'm a total failure.  Second, I'm going back to LA and
won't see you for a full week.  I need as much of your cum as I
can get to tide me over."

Judy was impaled on Mike's cock when the door to his room burst
open.  It was his executive officer, Cal Smith.  "Mike!" he
exclaimed, "Guess who that girl was you were dancing with...  Oh
my God!" he finished as he realized for the first time that Judy
was naked on top of Mike.

He turned in a blind panic towards the door when he heard Judy's
warm voice say, "Hi!  I'm Judy Jeffries.  I saw you with Mike the
other night, but he didn't introduce us."

Cal Smith was black and he was mortified.  He didn't know what to
do, but he did turn and then saw that Judy's hand was extended in
greeting.  At the same time Mike was cupping her tits in his big
hands.  Grinning down at him she said, "Darling, you are so much
better than a brassiere!  You're just great!"

Smith stayed as far from the cot as he could while still reaching
for Judy's outstretched hand.  "How do you do, Miss Jeffries," he
said haltingly.  "I'm very happy to meet you...  I guess.  I'm
Cal Smith, executive officer of Mike's battalion."

At this point Mike appreciated the humor of the situation and the
fact that Judy seemed totally unconcerned.  He finally realized
it was not an act -- she _was_ unconcerned.  Knowing something of
Cal's background -- a strict Baptist upbringing -- Mike couldn't
resist teasing him.  "Cal, Judy is the daughter of General
Jeffries -- but maybe you already found that out."

It was news to Smith.  He had learned from one of the senior NCOs
of Judy's prowess with firearms but had not been told of the
relationship.  He was in a state of shock.

Realizing the joke had gone on long enough, and recognizing Cal's
discomfort, Judy said softly, "Cal, if you would excuse us for a
minute, Mike and I could get dressed.  I think you would feel
more comfortable, wouldn't you?"  Smith ducked out the door and
Judy got off Mike.  Glancing at her watch she said, "I have to
get going in a couple of minutes, anyway, darling.  But can we
talk a bit with Cal, first?  That was really a nasty trick we
both pulled on him."

Mike just shook his head as he got yet another insight into this
gorgeous girl.  She was very sensitive to the feelings of others
and, while she teased, she worked very hard to avoid hurting
anyone.  She opened the door a moment later wearing her fatigues.
 Then she and Mike sat on the bed while Cal sat in the room's
only chair.  In no time she had set him at ease.  Finding out he
was married, she asked about his wife and was told she would be
out in just a few weeks to join him.  With a shy smile she asked
if they ever sunbathed and he replied with a broad grin that he
and his wife loved to.  Judy said they would do it together as
soon as possible after his wife joined him.

Finally, he left and Mike walked her down to her Jeep.  Only then
did he learn that she would be leaving the Jeep at the hotel and
her mother would pick it up the next day.  That was the process
used to have both vehicles there on Friday.

After the most passionate kiss of the weekend, Judy said,
"Michael Morris, I love you desperately.  And I want you to think
of what changes I should make in my body to be more attractive to
you.  Promise you'll think about it?"

He promised he would.  Then he said, "Judy Jeffries, I love you,
my darling."  Then he added, "My God, I have been sleeping with a
girl who is even more beautiful than any girl I ever even dreamed
about!  I can't wait, Judy."

With a wink, she roared off in her convertible.*Chapter 32*

When Kathy came into the office the next morning she saw Judy
sitting behind her desk and stopped dead in her tracks.  "He's
the one, isn't he?  It worked out the way you hoped, didn't it? 
Judy Jeffries, you are the most beautiful girl in the world this
morning.  And you look very well fucked!"

Kathy and Judy went to the conference room to get coffee and then
went to Kathy's office to talk.  Judy gave her a blow-by-blow
account of the weekend.  When she mentioned that Mike had the
Medal of Honor, two Navy Crosses and an AFC, Kathy whistled
softly in appreciation.

Finishing her report on the weekend, Judy asked Kathy, "What
about you?  How is your resident masochist doing?"

"She's coming in today to help with lunch," Kathy replied.  "Then
you can judge for yourself.  But I will tell you one thing: I
really believe it's been a lot tougher on Ken and me than it has
been on her."

* * *

The first thing Andy asked, when they arrived at Kathy's
townhouse late on the first afternoon, was where punishment was
to be administered.  Kathy didn't have the least idea, but could
feel a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.  Clearly, the
woman had been serious.  The only thing Andy had brought with her
was the raincoat she was wearing and a small bag.

When she opened it, she removed four whips of various sizes. 
Learning from Kris and Kimmie that they had been spanked, Andy
realized that spanking would be too hard on Kathy's hand as well
as not being nearly hard enough on her.  Therefore she had
purchased whips.  Showing them to Kathy she pointed out that she
had spent most of the previous day oiling them.  All she cared
about was whether they had been properly prepared for use.  Kathy
just swallowed hard.

After being given a tour of the whole apartment, Andy settled on
the gym.  There was a corner of it that was clear of equipment
and she said it would satisfy her need.  With that she gave Kathy
one of the whips and said, "Well, there's no time like the
present.  Mistress, I think you probably need some practice.  I
doubt if you are yet expert in handling these things."

For openers, she suggested twenty strokes -- ten across her back
and ten across her breasts and belly.  Furthermore, she insisted
that a stroke that didn't draw blood didn't count.  Although her
first instinct was to refuse, Kathy remembered the pleading she
had seen in the woman's eyes at the office and reluctantly
agreed.  Andy knelt on the floor with her knees beneath her and
her fat and flabby ass sticking up in the air.

It took Kathy several strokes before she learned how to use the
whip.  Then it started to score the girl's back and buttocks
leaving red welts that soon began to drip with blood.  After
satisfying herself that she had received ten strokes which were
all bleeding, she knelt down and arched her body backward,
causing her pendulous tits to stand up.  Tears were still flowing
from her eyes.  She could not control them because of the pain. 
Each time the whip struck, the woman let out a small gasp of pain
but otherwise did not make a sound.

Kathy almost cried when one of the whip strokes cut right across
Andy's left nipple.  This was more than even the stoic woman
could stand and she let out an involuntary scream of agony, but
then smiled painfully and thanked Kathy for having such wonderful
aim.  By the time Kathy was finished, she was shaking with
emotion.

Then she began to cry when Andy asked if, in the future, she
could have something to bite on.  When she spoke, blood started
to stream from her mouth from self-inflicted lacerations on her
lips caused by biting them to try to stifle her screams.  Then,
still on her knees, she kissed the tip of the whip, now soaked
with her blood, and then bent down to kiss Kathy's bare feet. 
Finally she said softly, "Thank you for disciplining me,
Mistress.  I know how hard it was for you to do it."

There was nothing more said for the rest of the day as Kathy
showed Andy what she wanted her to do and how the jobs were to be
done.  However, there was an argument when Kathy told her she
wanted her to be nude at all times.  Andy strongly resisted the
idea.  As she protested, Kathy realized that it had nothing to do
with being naked, _per se,_ but rather because she felt her body
was so ugly the sight should not be inflicted on others.

In spite of whip cuts all over her body, Andy moved around the
apartment as naturally as if nothing had happened.  The one thing
she did do was to be careful not to rub against any of the
furnishings and get her blood on them.

It was later that night after kneeling beside the bed and
watching the Carlsons make love that she diffidently said that
she should not be sharing their bed -- although she knew it was
one of her duties -- because she would get blood all over the
bedding.  Kathy agreed when she asked if she could please sleep
on the floor in the kitchen.

Much later Kathy was awakened by strange noises coming from
downstairs.  Padding down to the kitchen she found Andy lying
naked on the kitchen floor and crying in her sleep from the pain
of the whip cuts all over her body. _My God!_  Kathy thought,
_This woman has been in agony all day long but I only know it
when she's sleeping and weeps involuntarily!_

Going to the medicine cabinet, Kathy got a painkilling ointment
which she carefully spread over all the welts she could reach. 
Gently, she rolled Andy on her back and repeated it with the cuts
across her breasts and belly.  Then she eased a small pillow
under the woman's head and covered her with a light blanket. 
Finally, she bent down and lovingly kissed the woman's lips. 
Even in the limited light coming into the kitchen she could see
the woman's face form a wonderfully warm smile.

To Kathy's horror, a few days after Andy moved in, a large
packing case was delivered to the townhouse.  When it was opened,
Andy explained that the strange-looking contraption it contained
was a torture frame and she proudly demonstrated how it worked. 
It utilized leather straps that Andy put on her wrists and
ankles.  The straps had eye-bolts that attached with snap-hooks
to the frame high and low.  The objective was to spreadeagle
Andy's body on the frame.  She also wore a leather collar
attached to the back of the frame to hold her head in a fixed
position.

Then the woman demonstrated how devilish the contrivance really
was.  It pivoted in the center and, in effect, stood the woman on
her head.  She pointed out that since it spread her legs wide
apart it exposed both her cunt and the most sensitive inner
surfaces of her thighs to the whip.  The torture frame was set in
the corner of the exercise room and then Andy carefully covered
the walls, ceiling and floor of the area with heavy-gauge
polyethylene.  Very calmly, she pointed out that blood was very
hard to remove from paint work.

Finally, the very worst element was the location and severity of
her beatings.  Not only did Andy have a schedule of lashes for
each of her shortcomings, she was also insistent on where on her
body they were to be applied -- and each stroke had to draw blood
to count.  The only exception to that rule was the beating on the
soles of her feet: there Kathy used a rod to beat the woman's
instep in a torture called bastinado.

The day after she did it for the first time, she found Andy
calmly crawling around the apartment.  The pain in her feet was
so agonizing it was impossible for her to stand on them, let
alone walk.

Kathy also learned that Andy had a mental scale of punishment
values.  Every day or two, after dinner Andy would recite her
transgressions and indicate the appropriate punishment for each.
Then she would lead the way to the exercise room and Kathy would
inflict the punishment.  This, too, created problems for Kathy
when she heard the list the first time.  Included was punishment
for screaming the time Kathy cut her nipple, punishment for
crying after the beating, punishment for asking for something to
bite on, punishment for failing to sleep beside her mistress, and
the most serious punishment for arguing with Kathy about being
naked.

In spite of everything, Kathy found she liked the older woman
very much.  She was utterly indefatigable with her duties.  In no
time at all the apartment was utterly spotless.  Kathy learned
that Andy was very intelligent and had a very sharp wit and a
keen sense of humor.  Andy herself was the most common target for
her wit.  It netted out that she hated herself.  It came as a
shock to Kathy to realize that Andy fully intended to remain a
slave for the rest of her life.

 From some casual comments she made, Kathy gathered that Andy had
seriously considered suicide but finally decided that the
punishment in the afterlife was too uncertain.  She wanted to be
punished while alive, relying on God's divine justice to ensure
that the punishment was continued through eternity.

Because of the beatings, Kathy became used to coming home and
finding Andy in very strange positions.  Each, it turned out, was
the least painful position for her in view of where she had most
recently been beaten.  The common denominator, though, was that
inevitably she would be reading.  Several times during the night
Kathy would creep downstairs and find Andy reading a book in the
kitchen when the pain from her tortured body made sleep
impossible.

A part of the apartment's furnishings were leather-bound copies
of the world's greatest books.  In just the few short weeks that
Kimberly and Kristin had been with them they had read a number of
them and vowed to obtain and read the rest after they were
married.  They complained that as an engineer and a math major
respectively they had had very limited exposure to great
literature and found that they missed it.

When she asked Andy about her education, the woman just smiled
wryly and shook her head.  "Mistress, I have been thrown out of
most of the best private schools in the country.  Certainly from
all of the most expensive ones.  Normally, though, I was able to
get a teacher or two fired from each one before they threw me
out.  It's just another little thing I have to live with."

It turned out that she had never even graduated from high school.
 Nevertheless, after roaring through the classics, Andy began to
read every book in the library, including books on history,
political science, economics and world affairs.  Regardless of
her lack of formal education, it was apparent that she was a
brilliant woman.

Possibly the most impressive changes were the ones she made in
her body.  Because of the highly-visible whip cuts, it was
impossible for Kathy to take her to the health club to swim.  But
after several weeks, she made arrangements for Andy to get in
very early in the morning before it opened and swim by herself. 
Recognizing her need for transportation, one day when Kris and
Kim called to say hello, she mentioned it to them.  The result
was that a few days later an apparently old Pacific/Higgins
pickup was dropped off at the apartment for her.

Kathy grinned to herself, knowing that Kimberly had personally
overhauled it top to bottom and front to back so that it was
mechanically perfect.

Two months after coming to live with the Carlsons, Andy came into
their bedroom one morning with their coffee.  As she stood in the
doorway Kathy, who had finished her morning lovemaking with Ken
and was resting with her head on his shoulder, took a good look
at her and let out a low whistle.

As so often happens when people live in close proximity,
day-to-day changes go unnoticed because they occur so slowly. 
This morning, as she looked at the woman, two things stood out:
First, she had shed all of the excess weight she had formerly
carried.  Second, she appeared to be far younger than she did the
first day they met.

When she commented to Andy about her appearance, the girl was
very pleased -- but not for the reason Kathy would have assumed.
She was pleased with her weight loss because now she could feel
the whip cut into her body more fully since she no longer had the
cushioning of all the fat she had previously carried.

Then Kathy asked her how old she was.  Andy hesitated and then,
holding her head up straight, replied, "I am twenty-eight years
old, Mistress Kathy."  Then with a pained look she asked, "How
old did you think I was?  Forty?  Forty-five?"

Kathy just shook her head and jumped out of bed.  "Slave Andy,"
she commanded, "Present yourself to me!"

"These are my tits, Mistress," the girl said as she stood up
straight and lifted her breasts with her hands.  "They are not
nearly as large as they used to be but they are now full and very
firm.  Would you like to squeeze one?"  Kathy reached out, took
one in her hand and squeezed hard.  It was very firm -- nearly as
firm as her own.  Gently she pinched her nipple which immediately
engorged.  Andy's breasts were now high with lovely up-thrusting
pink nipples.

Continuing, the girl ran her hands down her belly to her hips and
thighs.  "You can see, Mistress, that I have lost a lot of
weight.  I no longer carry tons of lard around my middle and on
my hips and thighs.  Now I have a reasonably attractive body so I
should not scare off your guests if they see it."

One weekend, when the Trangs were visiting, Andy had asked if
they could pluck her pubic hair the way they had done it for
Kathy, Kris and Kim.  Because initially it was spread all over
her abdomen, it was terribly painful for her.  All she had done
was to bite on the hard rubber she used when she was being
whipped and did not make a sound.  She even refused painkilling
ointment, but late that night while she was sleeping, Kathy
applied some anyway.  As a result her bare slit was now topped by
light brown hair in a dense, curly little patch.

Spreading her labia she said, "This is my cunt, Mistress.  It is,
of course, available to you or to anyone you might wish me to
receive."  Turning around she showed that her buns were now small
and tight and of course her asshole was available for Kathy's use
in any way she wished.

Kathy realized that Andy was now an incredible beauty.  Her hair
turned out to be naturally a very similar shade to Kris's.  With
all the sun she had been getting from the tanning unit, it was
now a ragged little cap of gold.  Although her hair had been
longer than shoulder length on the first day, she had raggedly
cut it herself with a sharp kitchen knife the next day to be
quite short.

When asked she explained that she didn't want the whip to hang up
in her hair.  "Besides," she explained, "it permits my mistress
to more easily whip my neck and shoulders."

Seeing how lovely the girl now looked, and having learned that
the Duffys and the Higgins had just returned from their extended
honeymoon on Maui, Kathy resolved to invite the two couples over
for dinner.  That night Andy wore a "uniform" like the Trangs: a
large black bow worn on the back of her head and a tiny bow
pinned to her pubic hair.  When she opened the door for the
arriving guests and ushered them in, she dropped to her knees and
proceeded to kiss Kimberly's and Kristin's feet.  When the girls
protested, Andy insisted.

Both of the girls just spent the evening looking at Andy in utter
amazement.  Kim said, "Kathy, I knew it!  You _do_ work miracles.
 This girl is utterly exquisite!  How did you do it?"

Kathy just shook her head slowly and replied, "As usual, Kim, I
did nothing.  All I did was watch while Andy did it all by
herself.  But I certainly agree with you: She is a real beauty!"

"Mistress!" Andy protested, "I am still a disgusting pig! 
Perhaps I'm not the fat pig I used to be, but I'm a pig,
nonetheless.  Everything I know I learned from you.  Everything I
have is yours.  But I am still the personification of evil!"

Later that night when the guests had left and the townhouse had
been cleaned, Andy presented herself to Kathy for punishment.

_"Punishment?"_ Kathy exclaimed, "What punishment?"

"For my transgressions tonight, Mistress," Andy quietly replied.
"First, I argued with your guests and forced my attentions on
them.  They asked me not to kiss their feet, but I did it
anyway."  Then holding herself up as straight as she could she
added, "The worst thing of all, Mistress, was arguing with you. 
That was unforgivable.  Tonight I need thirty lashes applied to
the insides of my thighs and ten strokes on the sole of each
foot."

Kathy shuddered inwardly as she heard the girls words. 
Nevertheless, she followed Andy as she led the way to the
exercise room.  In moments she had put the leather bracelets on
her wrists and ankles and attached the leather band around her
neck.  Standing in front of the torture frame she waited while
Kathy attached them to the hooks on the frame and then turned it
upside-down.  Now the girl's head was nearly touching the floor
while her legs were spread wide apart.  Putting the hard rubber
in Andy's mouth, Kathy stood back and began to swing the whip.

In the event, four of the strokes landed on the girl's cunt
evoking a muffled scream in spite of the mouthpiece.  When she
used the heavy stick on the soles of Andy's feet, it was more
than the girl could stand.  After six strokes on one foot the
girl lost consciousness.  Knowing that Andy would insist, Kathy
completed the job.  With Ken's help, she carried the girl down to
the kitchen, spread ointment on the terrible cuts on her
so-sensitive inner thighs, and then covered her with her light
blanket.

That episode wasn't over, though.  The next day Andy insisted on
twenty strokes across her breasts and belly.  When Kathy looked
at her in amazement, she said it was because she screamed when
the whip cut into her labia.  Moreover, she had not thanked Kathy
for the discipline -- she had been unconscious, but that didn't
matter.  Finally, she had not adequately performed her household
duties that day because she had been unable to stand on her
tortured feet.

Finally, though, all the cuts had healed and Andy found she had a
lot of time on her hands.  Knowing a little about what Kimberly
and Kristin had done, she asked for permission to get a job with
Pacific/Higgins.  She pointed out, with a wry little grin, that
the toilets should need to be cleaned about now.

After some negotiation -- Kathy was very careful, recognizing
that, to Andy, arguing with her mistress was the worst thing she
could do -- they settled on an arrangement whereby Andy would
turn over 80 percent of everything she earned to Kathy, keeping
20 percent for expenses.

Andy was driving in to the office to have lunch with Kathy and
would then go out to the construction site where Kathy had
arranged for her to work.

* * *

Judy looked up as the office door opened and Andy came in.  Her
jaw dropped as she looked at the girl.  Remembering her from
months earlier, Judy could not believe the change.  Coming up to
the desk with her hand extended, she said, "Good morning, Miss
Jeffries.  I am Slave Andy.  Is my mistress in?"

"My God, woman!" Judy exclaimed.  "You are gorgeous!  Of course,
she is.  I'll tell her you're here."

To be continued...

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
me hear from you.  morg105829@aol.com 

*Kathy Carlson* Copyright (c) 1993, 2001 by Morgan. 
<morg105829@aol.com>

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