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Chapter 43

Ken was in the kitchen, alone, drinking coffee when Gary
wandered in, bleary-eyed and moving slowly in search of caffeine.
Ken's night with his wives had been fantastic and he felt more
energized than ever.  Their time had been comfortable, sensuous and
somehow more complete than their other times together.

" 'morning Gary," he said.

Gary sat with his head in his hands, inhaling the scent of the
coffee he'd found , waiting for it to cooldown.

The man looked up, obviously more than a bit worse for wear and
asked, "How do you manage to keep two women satisfied?  Annette about
killed me last night."

Ken chuckled and said, "Well, it helps that they like each
other.  They go for each other, or Eric or Bill, when I'm too tired."

"You don't ever seem to *get* tired," replied the man, taking
his first sip.  He sat back, then looked at Ken sharply and said, "You
know, now that I think about it, you really don't seem to get worn out.
If you've got good drugs, then I'd like some too please."

"Nope.  I don't do the whole drug thing.  They aren't welcome in
the house at all."

"Then how do you do it?  The more I think about these last few
weekends, the more I remember that you never seem to get worn out."  He
paused in invitation, but Ken remained silent.  More coffee
disappeared, then Gary said in an offhand tone, "I'll bet there's not a
mark on Jane anywhere this morning -- unless you added more last
night."  Ken shook his head.  "And I'll bet that her piercing is healed
up, too."

"No bet," responded Ken.

"And you never seem to run out of sexual energy," continued
Gary.  "Come to think of it, neither does Eric, although I've seen Bill
get too pooped to pop."

Gary went silent with thought. Ken saw his mind working,
throwing away one hypothesis after another as he tried to put together
all the pieces he had.  He wasn't coming up with any answers that fit,
although Ken did think the 'they are all aliens' explanation was pretty
funny.  He controlled his amusement, though.

"So what did Annette do that wore you out?" he asked.

Gary shook his head as visions of little green men with very
large dicks evaporated and replied, "I've never seen her like she was
last night.  She was so submissive that I just couldn't stop myself
from taking her over and over."  His look grew serious. "She gave
herself to me in a way that I'd never imagined could happen.  I just
don't have the words to explain it.  And I, uh, was pretty worked up
after meeting that friend of yours."

That was an understatement, Ken knew.  Gary had felt
supercharged with sexual energy, like he was a teen again.  Ken could
also see that Lea had opened a door inside of Gary.  A door that, for
some reason, he had kept closed since he was a child.  Ken knew that
Gary would have re-closed it already, if not for Annette.  Lea had been
right: Gary could choose to walk through it or not, but Annette would
keep it open for him until he chose.

"What did you think of her?" asked Ken.

Gary was not ready to admit how a single kiss from Lea had
rocked his world.

"Well, I've never seen anyone so beautiful," he replied.  "She
was a good kisser, too."  Now there's an understatement, Gary thought.

"Yes, she does make an impression," smiled Ken as he got up.
"Are you and Annette going to stay here today or head out?"

"I've got a bunch of work to do, so I'll be at the shop."

Ken saw that Gary was worried about his business.  He was being
harassed by the fire department now.  Continual inspections were
occurring, and not a few fines for things so minor that it was
ridiculous.  There was a building inspector due later in the week as
well.

"Okay if I stop by later?  I have class in a little while, but
I'd like to speak to Annette," said Ken, rinsing off his dishes.

"Yeah, no prob."

Arianwen appeared around the corner with her laptop bag in her
hand.  She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Ken.

"Good morning, my Husband," she smiled.  "I'm ready to go when
you are."

"Good morning to you, my wife," he said, smiling in return.
They paused for a deeper kiss.  "You don't have to go with me, you
know.  I'm sure you have other things to do than to avoid Chad."

Arianwen made a face.  There was little doubt that the
super-short white skirt, sandals and loose tank top she was wearing
would get Chad's attention.  She looked absolutely radiant this
morning.

"He's no problem.  Besides, I downloaded a bunch of articles to
go through for some research I'm doing."

Ken knew that trying to convince Ari she didn't have to go would
be a waste of breath, so he didn't bother.  Ari also kissed Gary, who
-- to his absolute amazement -- felt his sluggish body begin to
respond.  Then she and Ken left.

Class was good.  Ken was regaining his mental equilibrium when
it came to sparring.  It still made him queasy sometimes, but mostly he
was okay.  He was careful not to do anything that made him stand out,
and used only those techniques that had been taught so far.  Chad was
having to work harder to land a punch, which pleased Ken.

He made it to Gary's store in time to find the fire inspector
was there -- again.  The man was giving Gary a hard time about some
nit-noid thing.  Ken was unamused, especially when he saw in the man's
mind that the reason he was there was as a personal favor to a certain
congressman.

Ken remained in the background as the inspector made it clear
that if Gary didn't 'Get his act together regarding fire safety' he was
going to have to shut him down.  Gary was seething under the surface,
but it never showed in his polite answers to the man's badgering.  The
inspector handed Gary a paper and left.  As he passed Ken, the
inspector looked at him.  His thoughts were along the lines of 'These
fucking perverts should all be locked up.'  Considering the fantasies
-- never acted on -- in the man's mind, Ken thought that was a bit
hypocritical.  Kinky as he was, not even Ken was into dogs.  He sighed
and walked over to his friend.

"Hey, Gary," he said.

"Hey," returned the man.  He was thinking that if this kept up,
he was sunk.  The fine was substantial, and even though he had the
money to pay it, the constant drain was eating into his funds.  With
the economy the way it was, he just didn't have a lot of reserves.
Not only that, but the owner of the building was making noises about
Gary being a troublemaker.  They talked for a while and Gary blew off
some steam, then Ken asked to see Annette.  Gary pointed him to her
work room and he went inside.

"Good morning, Master Ken," she said as he walked in.

Annette looked absolutely radiant this morning.  Her dark hair
shone, her eyes sparkled.  She sat there carving some wax molds, naked
except for an apron. Annette felt very alive and aroused this morning;
he could smell her scent, rich and sexy.  He saw in her mind that she
was absolutely sure of two things:  Gary needed to be permanently in
her life, and so did this religion she'd fallen into.

"Gary said that you had a good night last night," said Ken with
a teasing smile.

Annette blushed.  Even she couldn't believe how she'd acted.  It
wasn't what they actually had done, although that had been pretty wild.
It was her attitude.  She'd never felt so submissive in her entire
life.  She would have done anything that Gary wanted -- still would,
for that matter.  She'd begged him to use her in the most shameless
ways she could think of, used every word, every motion of her body to
declare that she was his.  Even now, she knew, he was trying to wrap
his brain around one of her requests -- something that he'd originally
wanted, but that she had asked him not to do.  Now it was the other way
around.

And Lea.  The woman was nothing short of amazing.  Annette's
nipples got hard and her pussy slick when she thought about the
incredible red-headed witch.  She'd come to terms with that, too.
Jane, Ken, Arianwen, Eric and Sally were witches in her mind.  Not as
in the stupid, Christian perversion of the word, but in the sense that
it had originally meant: people who worshipped the earth and the
Goddess.  Still, Lea was in a class by herself.

Ken read all this from her -- was almost forced to, since she
was projecting so strongly.  The ritual had changed Annette.  No, he
thought, it wasn't a change.  It was more of an acceptance of who she
was, a discovery that there were others like her, who wanted to live
their lives by their own rules.

"It was a very intense night," said Annette after a moment of
silence.  She looked at Ken, almost daring him to say something
negative, something to play down what she'd felt.

He didn't.  "I'm glad that the ritual got you off to a good start for
the evening," he said.  His smile was warm and welcoming, and she saw
that he, too, had recently experienced something like what she'd felt
last night.

She stood, stripped off the apron and walked toward him.  He
opened his arms and she slid into them and kissed him.  Heat blazed
into life, engulfing her body.  Her breath caught as he returned her
kiss and her sex swelled, getting even wetter than it had been.

"Well, now," said Ken, "I would have thought you'd have been
worn out from the weekend."

"Oh no, Master Ken!  I know that Master has given you permission
to use me as you like.  Is there some way I can serve you?"

"Yes, my dear, there is.  But today it's your other talents I
need."

Disappointment showed in her eyes, but she said nothing.

"Although," said Ken as he reached up to cup her breast, "I bet
I'll have more of your attention if we take care of certain other
things first."

He buried one hand in her hair and pulled her head back.  Her
steel collar showed brightly around her neck, and he enjoyed the sight
of her gasping as he painfully twisted her pierced nipple in his
fingers.  Ken could still feel the echoes of last night's ritual in her
body.

"Yo, Gary," he said in a raised voice.  "Spread your legs,
slave," he said to Annette.  Then he pulled her to the work bench and
he scrabbled to get on top of it.  When Gary walked into the room, she
was sitting with her head held back by Ken's fist in her hair and her
legs spread wide, a hand on each ankle.

Gary had not really been in the mood for sex as he walked into
the room.  His run-in with more official harassment, combined with the
very draining weekend he'd just had, made sex something that was far
from his thoughts...

...until he saw his slave spreading herself on her workbench, the need
in her eyes very plain.

"I was hoping to discuss business with her, but she seemed a
little distracted," said Ken.

Gary, to his absolute amazement, felt his body begin to respond
and his mood shift.  "She's been a bit insatiable since last night," he
noted.

"Well, I'd like to have her undivided attention," said Ken
twirling the bar through her clit hood so that the roughened end rasped
across Annette's swelling organ.  She drew in a sharp breath.

"Hold on a second," Gary grunted and left the room for a second.
When he returned, he had a whip with three braided strands at the end.


Annette soon found herself on her hands and knees on the floor,
with Gary's cock in her mouth and Ken's buried in her dripping snatch.
The men pounded away at her while Gary expertly snapped the whip around
her underside to cut at her breasts and belly.  Gary was able to hold
out for a long time, and Annette was dripping sweat, with welts
covering her breasts and belly by the time they finished with her.
She'd come about a half-dozen times herself while they'd fucked her.
Ken and Gary had also switched places a few times, so she found herself
sucking her thick juices off each man's cock.  It was Ken who finally
came in her pussy, though, and when he finished, he had her lick his
member clean again.  That was when Gary discovered his slave could cum
from a good pussy-spanking while sucking another man's cock.

When they finished, the sweating woman lay in a heap on the
floor.  Gary looked at her and smiled.

"I don't think that she's gonna be able to help you much any
time soon."

Ken had to agree.

"Let's go grab some pizza -- there's a place right near here.
Maybe some food will revive her," he grinned.  Then he bent down and
grabbed Annette's hair to get her attention.  "When you've recovered
enough, make sure you crawl into the other room and wait for us."

A short time later, they were all eating pizza and drinking
soda.  Annette found she was famished and, between the three of them,
they put away two pies.

"You ready to talk business, now?" asked Ken with a grin on his
face.

"Yes, Master Ken," replied Annette, blushing.  Ken saw in her
eyes that Gary wasn't going to be working late tonight.  Annette's
needs would make sure of that.

They spent an hour discussing what Ken wanted, and he gave her
the down-payment, then left.  Once he was in the car, he dialed the
phone.  "Lenny," he said.  "I've got another job for you.  Or, maybe
David. I don't know which one of you would handle it."

He was off the phone by the time he drove onto the mansion
grounds.  There were several ways he could handle this situation, but
he didn't know what the best choice was.  He was hoping that Lenny or
David could dig something up.  At dinner, Ken remembered that Jane was
supposed to have seen Joan, and he asked her about it.

"Yes, Sir, I stopped by.  When I left, she was wondering if this
Wednesday would a good day for her to come by for dinner."  Her
expression told Ken that something had gone on, but he declined to push
further.

"Sure.  It'd be nice to have her again," he smiled.

Jane chuckled at the double entendre.

Later, in the study, Ken found Arianwen darkly muttering while
at the computer.

"Something wrong?" he inquired.

She snorted.  "Land of the free.  Right."

"Huh?" asked Ken.

Ari looked up with a frustrated expression.  "I was talking to
Bill about a website that I couldn't get to.  I knew that it existed,
but it was blocked or something.  So he did a little investigation and
discovered that some websites, especially those concerning certain
bio-tech, are blocked from U.S. servers.  He found a way around the
blocks, of course, but I can't believe that our government is pulling
this shit."

Ken had never seen Arianwen so annoyed about anything.  He said
nothing, waiting for her to continue.

"I'm finding out that all sorts of scientific discoveries are
being ignored because they don't fit with the administrations view of
How Things Should Be.  Cloning, stem cell research -- hell, even safer
and better techniques dealing with abortion and pregnancy prevention.
It's outrageous!"

Ken wasn't surprised.  He might have been a year ago, but not
now.  Eric, once Bill had 'found' certain sites on the net, had been
outraged to discover that a number of engine prototypes for cars had
been quietly killed.  They weren't revolutionary, or complete
breakthroughs or anything like that.  But they could have led to
gas-free cars in just a few years, rather than waiting ten or twenty
years.  Or never, considering the way things were going at the moment.


Ken had also found some rather disturbing information, dealing
with the so-called Homeland Security office.  Like many Americans, he'd
been outraged by 9/11 and had wanted to strike back.  Problem was, it
was obvious to anyone who cared to look -- and think a little -- that
the current administration was using that horrific event to place more
restrictions on the American public than ever before.  Restrictions
that couldn't stop the bad guys, or even slow them down.

He and Ari discussed the state of things for a while, then he
went to bed.  Ari was still in front of the computer screen when he
left.  Ken's resolve had only grown firmer during their conversation.
His reading and research over these last weeks had led him to some very
disturbing conclusions.  Long-range plans were needed for him and his
growing family to flourish -- plans that might not even come to
fruition in his lifetime.

It was Tuesday afternoon, and Ken was doing some research of his
own when Jane returned to the manor.   She had Joan with her, and Joan
was very, very excited.  As in dripping wet, "someone, anyone,
please-fuck-me-now" excited.   He decided to wait in the study until
Jane came to get him.  He was sure she would, and he was right.

Jane had taken the time to strip off her clothes before coming
to him.  She knelt in the center of the rug and waited until he said
something.  Joan was nowhere to be seen, but he knew she was out front
of the house.

"Yes, Jane?" he asked.

"Master, Joan is here and would like to see you," she said.  Her
voice was husky with lust.

"Jane, dear, didn't I tell you to take it easy with her?"

"Yes, Master.  I did."

Ken wondered if he should have perhaps defined what 'taking it
easy' meant, because he suspected Jane's version of it was slightly
different than his own.

"Shall I take you to her?" asked the kneeling slave.

Ken rose and motioned Jane to precede him.  If nothing else, he
enjoyed the way her wide shoulders and narrow waist accentuated her
smooth, firm ass.  Walking out front in the heat, he saw Joan was
standing there, waiting for him.

She was wearing several very tight leather straps, a rather
large ball gag, and a blindfold.

"This," he said, turning to Jane with a chuckle, "is taking it
easy?"

He could tell as easily as Jane that the only distress Joan was
experiencing was a serious need to cum.

"I didn't whip her, Sir.  I didn't even use a crop or my hand."

"I see," said Ken as he stepped toward the trembling woman.  Her
thick brown bush was showing evidence of moisture, and her small
nipples were nail hard.  She was trying to breathe deeply, but the
straps were too tight for that.

"Sir, I know that you gave her a book to read.  That was her
excuse for not calling you -- she spent a lot of time reading it.  She
also spent a lot of time reading this one," said Jane holding out a
book;  _The_Story_of_O_

"Where," he asked, "did she get that?"

"In the mail, Sir."  said Jane.

Ken's eyes narrowed.  "And did you have anything to do with that?"

Jane's head dropped, and she looked at the ground.  "Yes, Sir.
I had it overnighted to her from Amazon.  She finished that one, too."

Ken was only vaguely familiar with the book.  He knew in a
general way what it was about, but didn't have it memorized or
anything.

"Is there anything else I should know?" he asked.

"She has tomorrow off," replied Jane.  "I think she needs a
vacation."

Joan's legs were free, so Ken and Jane guided her to the study.
The woman was a wreck when they got there, since she'd heard Sally and
Eric's voice as they walked through the house and knew they'd seen her
like this.  Bill and Ari were in the lab, and Genie was at work, so she
was spared their attentions.  Ken and Jane helped her to kneel on the
rug, and Ken removed her gag.

"Joan, my slave tells me you wanted to come here.   Are you here
of your own free will?"

"Yes, Sir," replied the woman.  Something in her was yearning --
not to be a slave, the way Ari and Jane were, but to give herself to
him.  Them, actually, and she thought this was the best way to do it.
Besides, it was a serious turn-on.  Just knowing she was naked and
could be fucked by anyone in the house made her drip.

Ken, of course, could follow all her feelings and thoughts with
no trouble.  He let her fantasies guide him.

"Well, since you're here, don't plan on leaving tonight.  Maybe
I'll let you go tomorrow night -- if you please us.  That means, anyone
who wants you while you're here.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.  Oh, to be wanted, included... to
know it was her they wanted.

"Take off her blindfold," said Ken.

Jane did that, then knelt, naked, in front to the woman.  Joan's
vision returned to see Jane's sapphire eyes looking deep into her own.
She was not prepared to face what she saw in them -- there was no way
it could be real.

"Master," said Jane, still looking into Joan's eyes, "may I kiss
her?"

"If she wants you to," he replied.

The talk was for Joan's benefit -- they both knew what she
wanted.

Still, Jane leaned forward just a bit, looking at Joan for
permission.

"I want," Joan whispered, and immediately found herself in a
deep kiss with the other woman.  She moaned out loud.  Never had she
kissed lips so soft, so pleasing.  When they broke the kiss, Ken was
there, his expression asking for one as well.  Joan gladly gave him
one, and shortly found herself on her back, with Jane kissing her belly
button and slowly working her way south.  Ken was licking and sucking
her breasts, but she couldn't do anything to respond -- she was still
tightly bound.

For a half hour, they worked her up and down the peaks of
pleasure, but never let her cum.  She was almost incoherent and could
barely process Ken's words when he asked her if she'd like an orgasm.

"Will you cum for us?" he asked gently.  "Jane wants to taste
your cum, and so do I."

"Yes, yes," said Joan, "anything, please I need to cum so bad."

Together they brought first one, then another orgasm from the
woman.  Two more followed, then another until she was utterly spent and
barely conscious.

Dinner time found her still naked, but then, so were the other
women.  Joan however, was wearing a waist belt that had locking wrist
cuffs attached to it.  Arianwen was feeding her.  Well, feeding her and
playing with her.  Joan was amazed by her own response.  She'd cum so
hard earlier and had felt so satisfied, but now this little slip of a
teen was driving her nuts.  She could smell her own arousal, as well as
Arianwen's, and that was making her crazy as well.  After dinner, Joan
was led outside.  It was still hot out, and she eyed the pool
longingly.  She'd have thought that all the activity would have already
tired her out, but she felt alert and ready for anything.

"Anything" turned out to be her kneeling between Arianwen's
knees with the beautiful teen looking down at her.  Ari leaned forward
and kissed her, lightly running her tongue over Joan's lips.

"I'd love to feel those lips somewhere else," said Ari in an
enticing voice.

Joan colored, and replied, "I'm told that anyone can use me
while I'm here, so I'll do what you want.  I'm not very experienced
with a woman, though, so I don't know how good I'll be."

Just admitting to a teenager, and a girl at that, that she could
be used by anyone in the house made Joan's pussy clench.  She wished
that Ken, or Eric or Bill, would take her and fuck her.  How could she
be so randy? she wondered.

Ari laid back and spread her thighs, opening her wet pussy for
Joan to lick.  Joan leaned forward.  She wasn't repulsed by the sight
-- far from it -- but she was unsure about what to do.  She'd been
tasting herself and liked it, though, and Ari smelled so very sexy.
The next thing she knew, she was scooping up Ari's milky juices on her
tongue and swallowing.  The salty/sweet taste of the girl made her
groan, and she sucked one delicate inner lip into her mouth.

Ari let her explore, then unlocked the cuffs from the belt so
Joan could use her hands.  She did, pushing Ari's thighs open even
wider, then sliding a finger into the teen's wet depths.  It didn't
take her too long do make Ari orgasm hard and, when she looked up, her
mouth wet with Ari's cum, the younger girl leaned down and licked her
face.  Joan's hand found a nipple ring and gently tugged, drawing a
throaty groan from Arianwen.  At first, she thought she was hurting the
girl because she stiffened so quickly.

"I'm sorry," said Joan, feeling clumsy.

"Goddess, don't apologize!  Pull harder -- that's what they're
there for!"

Joan discovered that Ari could actually orgasm from having those
rings pulled and twisted.  She couldn't believe how far those dusky red
nubs could be stretched while the other woman writhed and came.
Finally, Ari lay back, sweat soaking her body, and panted.

"Goddess, that was great!" said Ari.  "Thank you."

Joan was in serious need herself.  Again.  She didn't understand
it.  She couldn't remember ever being this horny before.

"Very nice," came a deep voice.

Joan spun and found herself having to lean back to see the man's
face.  It was Eric.  Huge, muscular, blond, gorgeous and oh my god look
at that cock!

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her.

"You taste like the Minx," said Eric with a smile.  "She wasn't
too hard on you, was she?"

Joan was unsure of what to say.  Eric was married, his wife and
baby in the house.  His interest in Joan, however, was quite evident,
and she began to fall into those ice-blue eyes.

"N..no, Master," she stammered.

Eric smiled and said, "You don't have to call me 'Master'."

"He likes it when you do, though," said another voice.  Oh god,
it was his wife!  Joan's body vibrated like a taut string, lust riding
her nerves, coating her senses.

"Mrs. Solberg..." she began, only to be cut off with a kiss from
Sally.

"No need to be so formal," said Sally.  She had a point, thought
Joan.  Sally was kissing her and stroking her husband's cock at the
same time.  Joan found herself in another threesome.  Ken smiled from
where he was watching in the study.  He could tell she was having the
time of her life.

Joan was barely conscious when they brought her to the bedroom.
She spent the night sleeping peacefully with Ari, Jane and Ken.
End Chapter 43

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