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John Carter
By
Lazlo Zalezac 
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003


Part 1: Shield, Staff, and Compass
Chapter 18

Tired from the party, Betsy and John had come home and fallen 
asleep. In the morning, they woke with limbs entwined. Waking 
was followed by soft tender kisses. When lips touched lips, the 
whole world disappeared. They made very slow and passionate 
love. It was special and reminiscent of their first time, but with 
much deeper feelings. Both of them surrendered themselves totally 
to the other. This was that rare occasion when neither thinks of 
their individual pleasure and yet does not dwell on pleasing the 
other. There was nothing but the other and that point of contact. 
Skin responded to touch as if the fingers were actually flames. 
Attempting to express the experience in words would only cheapen 
the experience.

They finally left the bed in the early afternoon. After a quick meal 
of scrambled eggs with salsa, Greek coffee, and toast, they moved 
to the patio. For a long time, they sat there not saying a word, just 
holding hands and watching the desert. Betsy broke the silence, 
"You like it here, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I've never lived in a place like this. When I feel like 
hiking, I just walk out my back door. It is quiet here."

Betsy laughed, "Except for the barking dogs, kids playing in the 
street, and the trucks with broken mufflers."

"You noticed that?"

"You can't help it."

They were quiet for a while. Betsy was lost in thought. John was 
watching the thought processes flicker across her face. He couldn't 
follow what she was thinking, but could tell that some of her 
thoughts were not pleasant, although the majority of them were 
good. When she got that look like she was planning something, he 
interrupted her thoughts, "The stores in town close early."

Betsy looked at him in surprise, "Oh, thanks for telling me. How 
did you know that I was thinking of going into town?"

"I know you!"

Her eyes twinkled, "Yeah, you do at that. I'm going into town for a 
little while. Do you need me to pick up anything?"

"No, I'm fine," replied John. He added, "Don't you want me to go 
there with you?" 

"No." Betsy stood and kissed him. She had an errand to run and 
wanted another chance to talk to Shirley. "I'll see you later. You 
stay here and watch the desert. I think I actually saw a road runner 
over there!"

John laughed, "Okay. Watch out for snakes."

Betsy walked around the side of the house. John watched the sway 
of her ass as she walked away. He rarely saw her in jeans and 
enjoyed the way they showed the shape of her body. He got up and 
went into the house to get a glass of iced tea. When he returned to 
the patio, he looked around at his neighbors yards. He was 
surprised to find his neighbor lying on a chair sunbathing. She was 
wearing a very skimpy bikini.

Remembering his promise from yesterday, he went back into his 
house and got a second glass of iced tea. He walked next door, 
with both glasses and one of his lawn chairs. As he approached, he 
greeted her, "Hello. I invited you over for tea. I'm afraid that we 
were a little late in getting up and Betsy has gone into town for a 
little while. I thought I'd bring some tea over."

Maria called back, "Don't bother. Your lover will be returning 
home soon. You two have much to do and don't need an old lady to 
distract you."

John decided that it was probably a good idea not to press the 
issue. He called back, "You're not an old lady and I'll make it up to 
you. I promise."

"You're a good man John. Take care of your lady first."

John went back into the house and straightened the bed. He started 
a nice basic stew in his large pot. It was the perfect meal for a day 
like today. It could sit simmering on the stove for hours without 
overcooking and still be ready whenever they decided to eat. There 
was enough in the pot for them to eat a late lunch, dinner, and a 
late dinner. If they didn't finish it today, they could eat some more 
tomorrow on their return from the university.

He had just finished fixing the stew when Betsy blew into the 
house. She dropped a package on the counter and shouted, "I've got 
to go to the bathroom. Be right back."

It was ten minutes before she returned. She went to the package 
sitting on the counter and picked it up. She reached in and pulled 
out a box. She handed it to him and stated, "I bought you a 
present."

He looked at it and tried to figure out what it was. It didn't make 
any sense to him. He looked up at her, "What is it?"

"Watch what I do." Betsy took the device. With a few simple 
moves, she set up the device for operation. It was actually a very 
simple process. John followed it easily. She told him, "Hold out 
your hand, palm side up."

He did as she asked. She pressed the tip against his fingertip and 
then pressed the button. There was a sharp sting where the tip met 
his fingertip. He jumped, "What was that?"

She said, "Squeeze the finger."

He did as she told him and a drop of blood was forced out. He 
looked up at her with a puzzled expression. She stated, "Go outside 
and flick the drop off onto the ground."

Shrugging his shoulders, he did as she had requested. Coming back 
into the room, he asked, "What was that all about?"

She looked him in the eye and answered, "That was your blood 
sacrifice to the goddess. Do that every day from now on."

He stood there looking at her. She looked back at him expectantly. 
Her statement seemed to resonate with something that he should 
have guessed by now. He nodded, "I should have thought of that 
myself."

She laughed, "Yes, you should have. Ed suggested something 
along these lines. He suggested that all of your wounds were blood 
sacrifices for the magic you were performing."

"Ed is an interesting fellow, isn't he?"

"Yes he is."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. John 
said, "That's probably him now."

"I'll get it. I know you like to watch me walking away from you in 
these jeans."

John laughed as he watched her walk to the door. Now that was an 
ass that justified killing. Betsy threw open the door expecting Ed. 
Instead, it was a woman and she was a tall gorgeous blond. She 
was wearing a cream colored blouse, a brown short skirt, and 
cream high heels. The look of surprise on the two women's faces 
mirrored each other. The tall woman asked, "Is this the home of 
John Carter?"

Betsy recovered her manners, "Yes. Come in."

The woman nervously entered the house. Betsy closed the door 
behind her. She looked around the blond and looked at John. John 
shrugged his shoulders. He walked over to the blond woman. 
Extending his hand, he stated, "I'm John Carter."

The blond laughed, "I know that. I treated you at the hospital."

"Dr. Hayes? I didn't recognize you."

Betsy sidled around the blond and stood next to John. Knowing 
John as well as she did, it was hard to believe that he wouldn't have 
recognized her, but he wouldn't lie about it. She decided to play 
hostess, "Would you like to come out on the patio? It's the only 
place John has chairs."

John was very flustered, "Excuse me and my bad manners. Betsy 
this is Dr. Hayes. Dr. Hayes, this is Betsy."

Dr. Hayes nervously stated, "Betsy. John. Please excuse this 
interruption. I just had to talk to you."

John replied, "Well, you've come all this way to see me. I'm sure 
it's important. Come out onto the patio and we'll talk there. Do you 
mind if Betsy is there?"

Betsy was rather surprised that she might not be included. Dr. 
Hayes saw the look on her face and stated, "Oh, no. I don't mind. 
In fact, it might make it easier."

The two women went out onto the patio and sat in the chairs. John 
grabbed three glasses and the pitcher of iced tea from the 
refrigerator. There was still ice floating in the pitcher. He dumped 
a few ice cubes into each glass. He carried them out to the patio 
and distributed the glasses to the ladies. He handed two to Betsy. 
He filled the glasses with tea and then set the pitcher down. He got 
out another chair and set it up facing the two women. Seating 
himself and accept the iced tea glass from Betsy, he asked, "What 
can I do for you, Dr. Hayes?"

She smiled and answered, "Would both of you please call me 
Beth?"

John was struck by the similarity of names between Beth and 
Betsy. Betsy just repeated John's question, "What can we do for 
you, Beth?"

Beth was silent for a moment trying to decide how to approach the 
subject. She had not expected to have someone else here. She 
decided that Betsy needed to understand her situation, "Maybe it 
will be best if I explained what happened to me first."

"Okay."

"When John was in the hospital, the fact that a number of people 
there consider me an ice bitch arose," she paused to see what effect 
her words had on the other woman. 

Betsy looked at Beth for a minute and then stated, "I don't think so. 
You might act in a very professional and cold manner at work, but 
in private, you're just the opposite. I'd say you are a natural 
submissive."

Beth blushed. John chuckled and sat back in a very amused 
fashion. Betsy looked confused by the reactions. She asked, "What 
did I say?"

John stated, "You said exactly what I said, almost word for word."

Beth was quiet for a moment. She looked at John. Unsure of 
herself, she stated, "Could you convince me that it is true?"

Betsy smiled and looked at John. John made a gesture indicated 
that she should deal with this situation. She decided to have some 
fun with this. She stated, "Stand up."

Surprised at the source of the command, Beth meekly stood up. 
For a confident professional woman, she seemed very uncertain of 
herself. Betsy stood up next to her, "Put your hands behind your 
back. Grasp your elbows."

Beth did what she was asked. Betsy walked around her and then 
stated, "Spread your legs apart."

Beth did it. Betsy stepped close to the other woman. She 
whispered, "This is standing version of position one. Just imagine 
the effect when you are naked. Your breasts are thrust forward. 
Your cunt is available to immediate touching. Your ass is 
displayed for viewing."

Her comments were greeted by a shaky breath. Betsy continued 
whispering, "I bet your nipples are hard and your cunt is soaked 
right now. I bet you are imagining what it would be like to stand 
there naked right now."

"Yes." Beth's answer was so soft that it could hardly be heard. John 
heard and the thought of her in that situation was turning him on. 
He couldn't believe how Betsy was controlling Beth. She surprised 
him again.

Betsy smiled. "Now lace your fingers behind your neck and pull 
your elbows out to the side."

Beth did so. Betsy watched, "Now this is the standing version of 
position two. It lifts your breasts up. It really shows off your 
nipples, particularly when they are hard. Every part of your body is 
accessible for view and for touching."

Beth shivered, "I want it. I want it so bad."

Although Betsy had never thought of herself as a dominant 
woman, this situation was really turning her on. She glanced at 
John. She could tell he was getting excited by this as well. Betsy 
said, "Beth, what do you want?"

"I don't know," replied Beth. 

"You do know," countered Betsy. She added, "You have to ask for 
it. You have to beg us to provide you the release you seek."

"Yes. I want it."

"What do you want? Say it plainly and clearly."

Beth stood there silently for a full minute. Her breathing was 
heavy. Her entire body was flushed. She licked her lip nervously. 
Finally, she stated, "I want you to control me."

Betsy stood there silently for a moment. Her silence drove Beth 
further into confusion and increased her desire.  Betsy asked, 
"Whose pleasure will you seek?"

Beth stood there uncertain how to answer. She desired her 
pleasure, but knew that her path to it was through their pleasure. 
She shuddered, "Yours and his."

"How will you address us?"

The question exceeded her ability to answer. She had no clue what 
to say. Convinced that a wrong answer would mean that they 
would reject her caused her eyes to water. She whispered, "I don't 
know."

Betsy could hardly believe her ears. Was it possible that she didn't 
know the answer? If so, this woman was truly a natural submissive 
and had never explored the idea before. She stated in a louder 
voice, "You will call me Mistress and you will call John, Master. 
We will call you slave."

"Yes Mistress." Saying it felt completely natural. Standing there 
like that had been beyond any of the wild fantasies that she had 
constructed since John had made his statement at the hospital.

Betsy stood there for a moment looking at John. This was not how 
she expected to spend the evening with him, but she was definitely 
turned on by the situation. She commanded, "Slave, go into the 
house and wait for us."

Beth started to walk into the house with her hands still locked 
behind her head. John stated, "You may put your arms down, 
slave."

"Yes Master."

She walked into the house as the happy couple watched her go. 
Betsy broke the silence, "I didn't expect to spend the evening like 
this."

"I know, but you're turned on."

"How can you tell?"

"I can see your nipples from here!"

Betsy giggled, "Too true. Let's go in and put her through her 
paces."

John answered, "You're the boss."

They entered the house to find Beth standing in the middle of the 
bare living room. She was standing in the same position that she 
had held while on the patio. Betsy smiled on seeing her. She stated 
simply, "Remove your clothes, slave."

"Yes, mistress." Her fingers flew to her blouse and started to 
fumble with the buttons in her excitement.

"Slowly, we want you to reveal yourself slowly."

John leaned against the wall with his arms folded. He was enjoying 
the interplay between the two women. He watched as Beth now 
unbuttoned each button of her blouse in a slow and deliberate 
manner. Her fingers shook with excitement. She couldn't believe 
that she was in a very sexual situation with another woman. She 
was very aware that John was in the room watching, but her 
attention was solely on Betsy. 

Beth slowly pulled the blouse out of the skirt that she was wearing 
and unbuttoned the last button. The blouse now hung slightly open 
showing the center of a very lacy bra. John's eyebrows rose at the 
implications of her choice of clothes. With a deliberate movement, 
Beth slowly pulled the blouse off her shoulders and then by 
dropping her arms allowed the blouse to float to the ground behind 
her. Her white lacy bra clearly showed her nipples rising from pink 
areola. 

Betsy liked what she saw. She stated, "Freeze, slave."

Beth was confused and looked at Betsy. Betsy reacted 
immediately, "I said to freeze slave!"

John watched the interaction. His cock has swollen to the point of 
pain. He wanted out of his pants, but decided that the appropriate 
thing was to let Betsy dictate the evolution of what was happening.

Beth froze. Betsy walked around the other woman examining her 
body. After one complete circuit, she stated, "Continue."

Beth unzipped her skirt. The movements were slow and precise. 
She unbuttoned the skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was 
wearing lacy panties that matched her bra. Beth paused as the 
enormity of the situation struck her. She was about to get naked in 
front of a woman just because the woman had ordered her to 
undress. With a will of its own, her hand reached up to release the 
clasp of her bra. Betsy spoke one word in an authoritative tone of 
voice, "Freeze."

Even John froze at the command, surprised at the authority that her 
voice carried. Beth froze so fast that her heart even skipped a beat. 
Betsy walked around the woman very slowly examining her. The 
sexual tension was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. 
Her cunt was so wet that it was beginning to show through her blue 
jeans. His cock was tenting his jeans, forcing the denim into an 
unnatural stretch. Beth was so wet that her panties had turned 
transparent where they met her cunt.

Betsy stepped over to the wall beside John. She stated, "Continue."

Beth slowly moved the shoulder straps of her bra off her shoulders. 
She unhooked her bra. Taking a deep breath, she slowly pulled the 
bra off and let it slip to the ground. Her breasts were magnificent. 
She paused as though expecting Betsy to say freeze at any 
moment. With no feedback, she slowly moved her hands to her 
panties. Slowly she pulled the panties over her hips and down to 
her thighs, bending over slightly. When they were far enough 
down her legs, she let go and they slid down to the floor. With a 
stately step forward, she was free of them. 

Betsy stated, "Slave, assume standing position number two."

"Yes, mistress." Beth immediately complied. As she looked down, 
she could see how her breasts were pulled up by the posture. 

Betsy walked around Beth again. She was slow and deliberate as 
she looked over the other woman. She took another round. This 
time she stopped occasionally and ran her hand lightly over the 
Beth's skin. Each touched brought chills up and down the Beth's 
spine. After the cursory inspection was over, Betsy ran a finger 
over Beth's erect nipple. The act resulted in Beth emitting a sudden 
scream of pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her legs 
almost collapsed out from under her, but she maintained her 
position. The suddenness of the orgasm took Betsy and John by 
surprise. 

Betsy rejoined John by the wall with a huge smile on her face. He 
raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question. He wondered what 
was to happen next. She waited for the other woman to recover 
from her orgasm. Once Beth was controlled and her breathing 
returned to normal, at least normal for her state of excitement, 
Betsy commanded, "I'm going to ask you some questions now. In 
your naked state, we'll know if you're not telling the truth."

"Yes, mistress," replied Beth with a tremor in her voice. 

"You came here hoping to get John to do this to you, didn't you?" 
the tone of her voice was accusatory, almost angry. John looked at 
Betsy with surprise.

"Yes mistress," her voice quavered as she answered.  She felt 
ashamed of herself.

"You didn't care if he had another woman. You would have done 
everything in your power to get in this position. Am I right?"

Beth didn't answer. She looked down at the ground in shame. 
Betsy commanded, "Answer me, slave!"

"Yes, mistress. I would have done anything."

Betsy stepped up to Beth. From inches away from Beth's face, she 
asked, "Would you have tried to take him from me?"

 Beth was tempted to step back from Betsy. She stayed in place 
and answered, "Yes, mistress."

"Would you do that now?"

"No, mistress."

"Tell me why, slave!"

Beth stood there and shivered. She didn't want to express what she 
was feeling in words. It was too soon and she hadn't had time to 
come to grips that she was excited by the prospect of serving a 
woman. Betsy commanded, "Tell me, slave."

"I have you and him now, mistress." Her answer was accompanied 
by a sob. Some emotional damn had burst inside her. She started 
crying as Betsy took her into her arms. They stood there together 
in the middle of the room for a long time. John felt uncomfortable, 
he felt as if he were intruding on a very private and personal 
moment.

Drying off the tears on Beth's checks, Betsy stood back. She 
decided that Beth was ready for more. She stated, "Undress me, 
slave." 

Beth stepped up to Betsy and began to unbutton the buttons. John 
stopped her, "Slowly and do not block my view, slave."

Beth moved behind Betsy. To unbutton the blouse, she had to 
stand close to the other woman and reach her hands around her. 
Her erect nipples pressed into the back of the dressed woman. She 
unbuttoned each button very slowly. When she had removed the 
shirt, she carefully folded it and set it upon the floor. The neatness 
contrasted sharply with the rumpled pile of her clothes.

The contact between the two women was exciting both of them. 
John watched while Betsy was slowly undressed. The sight of the 
two women was incredible. He became tremendously excited once 
the pants were removed. He admired the sight of Beth standing 
totally naked, with her arms around Betsy clad only in bra and 
panties.

As he watched Beth remove Betsy's bra, he knew this sight was 
one he would remember forever.  After sliding the straps off the 
shoulders, Beth reached between the breasts of Betsy and 
unsnapped the bra. With a cup in each hand, she slowly pealed 
back the bra exposing the breasts to view. She folded the bra and 
added it to the neat stack of clothes. 

Now that she was left with only the panties, Beth was in a 
quandary regarding how she should remove it. She knelt down 
behind Betsy and slowly pulled the panties down her legs. The 
thong presented very little resistance. As Beth stood, she ran her 
hands along the front of Betsy's body. She stopped once her hands 
cupped Betsy's bare breasts. Betsy leaned her head back against 
Beth's shoulder. 

Betsy shivered and then stepped out of the embrace. She turned to 
John, "Aren't you a little overdressed?"

John smiled, "Well, a little I guess. I just didn't want to disturb one 
of the most beautiful sights that a man can ever see."

Betsy smiled back at him, "And what sight is that?"

"The sight of the woman he loves being attended to by a beautiful 
woman that is totally captivated by her."

"You like?"

"Oh yes. If I could provide you with a bevy of slaves willing to do 
your slightest bidding, I would be the happiest man in the world."

Betsy turned her head so that she was looking at John out of one 
eye. She asked, "Would they all be women?"

"Goodness no, my love. I know you have needs that only a male 
slave could possibly meet," replied John.

"Come over here big guy. Our slave needs to undress you."

John and Betsy exchanged places. Beth moved behind him. A 
woman can undress herself and look sexy as she strips. A woman 
can be undressed by another person and be sexy while the clothes 
come off. It is impossible for a man to undress himself and look 
sexy while doing it. Rarely, can a man look sexy while being 
undressed by woman. Beth made it look sexy. She finished by 
lowering his boxers to the floor and running her hands up his leg 
until she was cupping his balls in the palms of her hands. His cock 
was erect, so engorged with blood that the head was purple. It 
looked like she was balancing his cock and balls in the palm of her 
hand. The sight was so sexy that Betsy nearly came just from 
watching.

Now that all of them were naked, it was time to decide the next 
step. Betsy, in total control of the situation, ordered, "Follow me to 
the bedroom slave!"

In a softer voice she added, "Follow us when you're ready, John. I 
know how much you like to watch a naked woman walking away 
from you."

John watched the two women enter the bedroom appreciating the 
soft sway of women's hips in motion. His excited cock drooled 
pre-come like a facet left running. He entered the bedroom to find 
Betsy lying on the bed. Her head was propped up with the pillows. 
Her spread legs were bent with her knees up in the air. Beth was 
kneeling on the floor, her legs spread wide and hands laced behind 
her head. Her eyes were lowered, but looking directly at Betsy's 
cunt. 

Betsy looked up at John as he entered the room. She cooed, "John, 
why don't you direct our slave for a little while. I'm sure there is 
something that you would like to see her do."

John smiled. He knew exactly what she wanted. He commanded, 
"Slave, your mistress needs to come. If you can make her come 
without going below her waist, Betsy will make sure that you get 
my cock how you want it. If you have to go below her waist to get 
her to come, Betsy will make sure that you get my cock in your 
ass. This only deals with her first orgasm, of course. You're going 
to give her many orgasms before we are through with you for 
tonight. Do you understand, slave?"

 Beth looked at the monster erection that John was sporting. The 
thought that it might be going into her ass scared her. She was very 
motivated not to touch the other woman below the waist. She 
swallowed and answered, "Yes, Master."

Betsy grasped at once the level of effort that she was going to 
receive. She asked, "Where do you want it, slave?"

Beth answered very quickly, "In my vagina, Mistress."

John interrupted, "At work it is a vagina. Here it is a cunt. Answer 
the question correctly, slave."

Beth shuddered at saying the word. She whispered, "In my cunt, 
Master."

"Betsy, couldn't hear you."

She almost shouted, "In my cunt, Mistress."

Betsy smiled at the discomfort of the other woman. She replied, 
"okay."

John stood there and waited. Betsy stayed where she was and 
waited. Beth wondered what she was supposed to do. John finally 
took pity on her, "You can begin, slave."

Beth almost threw herself at Betsy. However, when she reached 
the woman it seemed like she was at a loss what to do next. It 
suddenly hit her that she was about to make love to another 
woman. As much as the idea might have once disturbed her, she 
found herself sexually excited. She decided to go slow and soft. 

John nearly climaxed when Beth brushed her lips against Betsy's 
lips. Betsy parted her mouth, ready to accept a tongue. Beth lightly 
licked Betsy's lips and then moved to nibble on her ears. Her hand 
lightly swept Betsy's neck and cheek. She returned to nibble on 
Betsy's lips. She took her time before directly kissing her on the 
lips. When she thrust her tongue into the other's mouth, it was as if 
a jolt of electricity shot through them both. Betsy's chest was 
flushed from her arousal. With the kiss, she started moaning. Her 
hips dry humped the air as she was driven by the desire for 
something to rub her cunt. 

 Beth's hands moved down the Betsy's chest. She ran her hands 
under and along the bottom of the breasts, never touching the 
excited nipples. Her kisses moved to the neck, pecking with 
softness that bordered on tickling. Betsy was making little animal 
sounds. John recognized the sounds. Betsy was on the verge of 
coming, but it was going to take more than what she had received 
so far to push her over the top. He moved to a spot where he could 
see the action clearer. 

When he got there, he could see Betsy's hand snaking its' way 
down to her cunt. He was tempted to stop her, but then realized 
that he could have some fun with it once she climaxed. Beth had 
slowly kissed her way down to the Betsy's breasts. She still had not 
touched the nipples. Betsy had rubbed her clit two or three times, 
when Beth suddenly bit down on a nipple. Either one of the actions 
was sufficient to push her over the top. Combined, they triggered 
an extremely intense orgasm. Betsy thrashed about on the bed, her 
hand trapped between clenched legs.  

John moved over to Beth so that his cock was just above eye level. 
She looked up at his cock. From her perspective, it was huge. She 
licked her lips as she fantasized about it sawing in and out of her 
cunt. His voice broke into her fantasy, "Slave, look at where her 
hand is."

Beth looked down and saw Becky's hand trapped between her legs. 
She looked up at the cock in front of her. Her precarious situation 
didn't register in her mind. John stated, "Slave, her hand was down 
there before she came."

Beth looked up at him in puzzlement. She eyes returned to his 
cock. Her situation hadn't yet registered. She decided to ask, 
"Master, what are you getting at?"

John smiled, "Slave, your mistress and I have to decide if that 
means you get it in the ass."

Beth's eyes grew large as she looked again at his cock. Only a 
moment before, it looked huge and the source of great pleasure. 
Now it looked gigantic and threatening. She was about to argue, 
but then realized that it would work against her. John ran a finger 
along her asshole. To both of their surprise, she pushed back 
against the finger. John smiled, "Do you have a preference, slave?"

"I will accept what you choose for me, Master."

John stepped back and looked at the sight before him. His 
girlfriend was still shuddering from her orgasm. There was a look 
of quiet desperation on Beth's face as though she expected the 
worst. He knew the rest of the evening was going to be fun.


