Title: Sweet Smell Of Lust - Final Struggle Keywords: mc, mF, fF, group, teen, mat, inc, mom, son, daughter, cousin, cheat, aunt, nephew, sister, mdom, nc Author: Caesar Summary: Nolans power of the Family is threatened even as his changes to the powerful scent are instituted. Universe: Sweet Smell Of Lust A thrice-married gal from L.A. Said, "My hymen's intact to this day, 'Cause my first (a shrink) talked of it, The voyeur only gawked at it, And my most recent man's a gourmet." The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle (Part 5) by Caesar, copyright 1995 $Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $ Part 1 - written 1995 - A Young Mans Experiment Part 2 - written 1996 - Start Of A Dynasty Part 3 - written 1999 - Struggle For Power Part 4 - written 2000 - New Generation Part 5 - written 2001 - Final Struggle The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - I (Part 5) Rachel wadded through the crowded hallway after seeing the long hair of her target. The young man, a teenager really, had grown taller since she first met him, his face becoming more handsome and mature within the last year. Of course that was irrelevant to the sexy twenty-something, to her, he was nearly a god. He had freed her from the black hole of her enslavement. Classes had been let out and all the university students were anxious to begin their weekend. So the hallway was loud with the crowd of young people moving very quickly. Chaotic could easily describe it. "Nolan?" Rachel was a few feet away from the head of the Family, and saw that he was retrieving his jacket from a locker, to leave. Not unexpectedly Nolan was a loner, even here in this crowded learning centre. He could probably purchase the school and enslave every female in it, but of course he did not do that. Instead he was nearly finished his second doctorate, in Biology. "Nolan!" He hadn't heard the first call and there was a thick crowd of jocks between her and the Family head. Rachel pressed against them, attempting to slip between their thick bodies. In the confusion she felt a hand grasp her buttock roughly - the high-spirited Scottish lass spun around and glared at the owner of the paw. "Fuck off shit-for-brains!" Rachel hated leaving the Island. The pimply jock turned bright red while a handful of his friends that had heard the exchange laughed maliciously. They parted for the sexy woman. Rachel saw that Nolan was closing his locker, his jacket and book bag in hand. "Nolan?" This time he heard it and spun around. Nolan's face brightened up upon seeing Rachel. "Master!" She whispered after rushing into his arms, her lips right below his ear. He had grown in the last year and they were approximately the same height. "What's up Rachel?" He was concerned, she saw it on his face as they pulled away, they hadn't seen each other in the last several months. It was his standing order that he only be disturbed at school for emergencies. Rachel appearing meant there was an emergency. "Oh master!" Her lips moved to his, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. The last time she had felt a man, between her legs or even upon her lips, was the last time she had seen Nolan. In some ways, her female lovers could not compete. And she only desired Nolan, the only man she could even imagine being intimate with. Certainly, after Nolan released all the enslaved woman of the Sisterhood, some chose to leave the Island and the Family and its rules. But most did not, it was the only family they now knew - the only one that could except from after horrors of their enslavement. And as a Family group the future seemed much rosier than it had ever been. Rachel, with her close relationship with Nolan, had garnered herself a high position in the new Family - Nolan preferred 'Family' to 'Sisterhood' - and thus she was tied even closer to the man who once had enslaved her. Of course, she was no longer addicted to 'Toilet Water' and her ties with the Family and Nolan was now fully consensual. Nolan had to push Rachel's shoulders back to release her lips, "What's wrong Rachel?" She stared into his brown eyes then slipped the letter into his free hand. Nolan simply stared at it, "What's this?" His voice had even deepened, thought Rachel with a definite tingling between her legs. She looked about, the crowd still thick and previously forgotten, was now obvious. He understood - "Come home with me." It wasn't a question, his previous domination of every female in the Family was hard to forget, and as head of that Family he had gotten used to getting his way. He turned about and with his arm about her curvy waist, which she very much enjoyed, they wadded through the hallway. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - II (Part 5) Teri greeted Rachel with surprise and a firm warm hug. Nolan's mother saw the green eyes of the feisty red-head turn back to her son and she saw the desire and love within them - and she relaxed. Ever the protective mother. Though her son's lover, and she was no longer addicted to the 'Water', Teri had been conditioned so thoroughly that she was still devoted to her son's pleasure. And her motherly instinct continually wanted to protect him, and thus her evaluation of Rachel. Weekly a report would arrive from Jennifer, her sister upon the Island. Teri would review and tell her son only the parts that she deemed necessary - often he didn't even have to do any Family business for weeks at a time. It was her duty to protect and pleasure her son, and if Nolan had to comment, he would say she was doing a very good job. Rachel was lead in and sat down in the warm comfortable family room of Nolan's house. A house Nolan, his mother and April occupied. An average but well manufactured home with all the gadgets that a teenage boy would ever want. Nolan opened a small fridge behind the bar and pulled out a soft drink before sitting in a wide easy chair perpendicular to the red headed lass. He opened the sealed envelope with two sets of eyes watching him, and he seemed a little put off at being intruded upon. Family business ran fine, with his original mandates, without him - just as he wished. Nolan read the three page letter twice. April had come into the room, saw the newcomer, and smiled a warm welcome but stayed silent and waited for Nolan to speak. Nolan put down the pages and asked Rachel, "Do you know what is in these?" "Yes Master." Though he was no longer anyone's master, the ladies in his life and most in the Family chose to call him thus. He was the head of their Family as well as the one who had released them from the mind numbing addiction of the 'Water'. Teri had to bite her lip from asking the obvious. He continued, "It seems some of our previous customers don't like our new product." It was not only the slaves of the Sisterhood that had been released but also the slaves of every man whom had purchased the 'Water' from the Family to enslave their own. All had been released per Nolan's orders. According to the customers original contracts they had to keep getting the 'Water', the contract was just not specific enough to which version of the 'Water'. The 'New Version' was what Nolan had called it, which was a very potent aphrodisiac that worked on females only but it had no addictive qualities, was now given rather than the original formula. Upon the Island, every inhabitant now had an unlimited supply of the 'New Water' - and though there were less inhabitants than a year before, the consumption was actually up from a year ago. It seems the Family's ex-slaves still enjoyed the side-affects of inhaling the powerful odour - sex was rampant on the island, addicted or not. Virginia had warned Nolan, had suggested he only free some of the Sisterhood and none of their customers slaves. It was bad for business and could only broker resentment and ill feelings. Nolan had been unmoved and freed all. The letter was from Virginia. "Tell them Rachel." She sat forwards and could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she paraphrased the contents of the letter. "A group of our customers had joined forces and, initially, demanded the original 'Water' from the Family months before. Two days ago a group of an unknown size snuck onto the Island, assaulted the Manor killing eighteen and attempted to find the formula's. They did not succeed and the Manor was burnt to the ground. We assume it was mercenaries hired from that group." It did not need to be spoken, as Nolan had the formula's well hidden and no longer on the Island, but only the ladies, and Virginia, in this room knew this. April ran forwards to wrap her thin arms about her ex-lesbian-lover, the two ladies cried for the loss of life. Teri was looking very scared and stared at her son, her thoughts obvious - her son could have been been in the Manor, could have been killed! Nolan on the other hand, looked very angry. His hopes to free all the non consensual woman that had smelt that rancid odour were honourable but dangerous. The loss of life in his hands. "I'm going back... tonight!" He stood and stormed out of there. Teri screamed unheard by her son, "No!" The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - III (Part 5) Virginia did not look surprised to see the young man before her bed, a large comfortable hospital room that she was now confined in, as she was expecting him. The former head of the Family had dispatched Rachel with the dire news, in the hopes that their leader would return and lead them in this dark hour. Flying in, Nolan had seen the destruction of the Manor on the top of the low mountain. Fully destroyed, at least all parts not built into the rock and with a good portion of the surrounding forest also gone by the ensuing fire. The helicopter had circled numerous times, and Nolan noted even the destruction of the large totem pole before the main doors. "How are you feeling Virginia?" There was certainly no love loss between the two, as Virginia had enslaved his mother and had brought him into this life that he did not desire. Yet she was also a very wise and intelligent woman, one whom was needed for her counsel. She had been part of this Family from the beginning and had lead it for much of her life, she knew the dangerous power that was contained in the 'Water'. She ignored his question, "They got Mary." He nodded, "I'm sorry." Rachel had told him. She had also told him that his cousin and aunt had been out of the Manor that evening as they had attended one of the frequent lesbian orgies that happened each night. Though no longer addicted, the sheer passion that a woman enjoy while smelling the 'New Water' was still nirvana, and most did not want too lose that passion - something they had not ever had before they became a Family-member. So, Mary was the only one of the victims that he had known which had died in that assault. Alongside of Virginia, she had been the next oldest living member in the Family. "I assume your mom didn't want you to come?" It was irrelevant and they both knew it. "Do we know who did this?" Nolan could barely contain his anger. "We know of one." That got his attention, and she continued, "He had been particularly harsh with his slave before she had been 'released'." Evidently this woman had overheard or had seen something and had told a member of the Family as a way to thank them for releasing her from the horrors of the addiction. Most slaves had run after discovering their souls were not locked to a scent that their wealthy owners no longer possessed. Some came to the Island, a few stayed with their masters, but most just disappeared - Nolan believed their previous masters had them destroyed. "Is she on the Island?" "Yes, and I have had her questioned thoroughly." He doubted it not. "I want to call a meeting of the heads of the Family this afternoon, two." She nodded and he spun about and left. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - IV (Part 5) Teri sucked on the five inch cock with love and devotion, wanting to pleasure her son as she so expertly knew how. She knew ever bump, every millimetre of that penis and would be able to describe its shape and even its taste to perfection. Her son loved her as a mother but also loved her as a slave, and she would never want to be deemed an equal. This is what she wanted, to kneel naked before her only son and pleasure him. Her mouth, as she well knew, could bring him this pleasure for virtually hours. Every inch of her body had felt the touch of his sperm, every inch of her body had been touched by his cock, his hands and even his tongue. She pretended to be his equal in the matters of the heart, as she knew he wanted this but in her own soul she was but a lowly slave, a slut. Her son's slut. At that very moment, her only purpose in life was to suck that beautiful teenage cock. Nolan had one hand upon the top of his mothers head, surprised that he did not resist when she came naked to him and knelt, obvious of her intentions. Even with the emotions that now surrounded everyone upon the Island, he felt the need to have her suckle him. He was glad for it, it comforted him and bought a moments piece to his harsh thoughts. Rachel waited outside the room, watching from the hallway - her body aching for Nolan's cock, her mouth salivating, her nipples tight and painful, and her sex a river of desire. She waited with more documents that he had requested, and to walk him up to the remains of the Manor. It was nearly time for the meeting. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - V (Part 5) There was nearly a dozen ladies in the room, some faces notably missing. Killed. Nolan had ordered the meeting in one of the deep conference rooms within the mountain, behind the Manor, in the rock. It had been untouched but each person had to pass the destruction of the lethal assault to get to the room. Nolan had entered, with a protective Rachel, and sat at the head of the oval table. It was very silent, most eyes looked fearful and humble. Nolan nodded down the table to Virginia, where she sat in her custom wheelchair. Of the other faces, he knew only one other, Jennifer, his mother's sister. "I would not think ill of any woman that wanted to leave this Island?" He looked at each and none could keep his gaze. Several boats had already left, but mostly it had been women that had joined the inhabitants after being freed from the 'Water'. Joined for the blissful orgies, and for the life of non-judgemental life upon the island. When he came to his aunt he watched her for a long time, expecting her to be the one that wanted to bail. After being freed from her addiction, Jennifer had quickly left the Island and even her daughter, to try and return to her husband and her 'normal' life. It could not be, there was no longer a 'normal' life for a woman that had tasted the horror and the joy of 'Toilet Water'. Could she sleep in her husbands bed when she remembered the taste of her daughters sex or the plunge of her nephews cock within her - knowing that the pleasure, without the horror, was readily available. She had returned to the Island and the Family within the month, and Nolan had made use of her intelligence and experience in running this Family. None in the room opted to leave, they were a part of the Family and no life existed outside it. Nolan felt pity for them, knowing the ladies were enslaved to him and the Family just as strong as they had been a year before - though it was much more subtle. "What do you think our response should be Virginia?" She was the eldest in the group, the most experienced in ruling and probably the wisest. As well she was Nolan's primary counsellor, though the two often had different opinions. "We have considerable resources, we hit them and we hit them hard." Several in the room nodded in agreement. After most of her years being in the Family, Virginia was also very cold hearted when she needed to be, Nolan thought. Rachel was one of those that had not nodded, "Rachel - what are your thoughts?" She had been given the job of keeping the Family and the events of the Island quiet, that none outside a very select circle knew about. She didn't look too sure, perhaps it was her age as she was the youngest female in the room. "Many of our original customers adapted to our 'New Water', had realized its benefits." A girl would succumb to the power of the 'Water' if it was addictive or not, simply open a vial and watch as the strictest virgin turned into the lowest slut. Besides, caring for a slave for the rest of her years can be very cumbersome and expensive. A notable few wanted the extra power of the addiction, and demanded that it was the primary agent that they had purchased. "Perhaps we could give those that don't, the original 'Water'?" A couple of other heads nodded, even Virginia's. Two other council members spoke up. Then Jennifer did, "I think we have more options than revenge or giving into their terrorist demands." Everyone listened carefully and this time Nolan nodded. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - VI (Part 5) They sat about the table and talked animatedly. April, with Rachel's help, served the food and kept the glasses filled. Nolan and his family; Teri, Shelly and Jennifer. Shelly was eyeing her older cousin hungrily, ignoring her food for sinful thoughts for the only man on the Island. After being released, Shelly had fought with her mothers demands that they both leave the Island. The younger woman loved the freedom, the passion that she had while living here and she also loved her cousin. She had won and her mother had left without her, abandoning her to this life. Nolan and Shelly had frequently spent those cold winter evenings together, before he left to return to school and knew the pleasures of his hard cock within every hole of her body. She loved him and only wanted to again pleasure him. Jennifer was talking about some of the more ludicrous expenditures that the Island spent to her sister and the two were laughing loudly. She was the financial controller and with a large staff kept track of all of the Families mountains of cash. Nolan was lost in thought, staring at his food, though his cousin attempted to gain his attention. The air in the house was tense, sexually so, as every woman wanted to have that hard teenage cock within her, but none said a word. Even as Jennifer and Teri laughed and told their stories, they often stole glances back to the young man. Regardless of the dangers of the day, it was now night and they had to sleep or at least retire to the bedroom. Each wanted the privilege of having their 'Master' to themselves. Nolan, often introverted and introspective, did not miss the obvious. He was a teenage boy after all and had already decided whom would sleep where for the night, only he was not able to release his thoughts as easily as Jennifer seemed to be. For one, Nolan wanted to ensure that there was no more blood shed, and felt he would decide on Virginia's drastic council if there was. As well he did not want to give into the demands of men that wanted to enslave women and had killed to further this desire. The council had talked for two hours and Nolan had spoken little, but had left after giving some orders about the security and rebuilding of both the Island and the Manor. It only took money, and the Family had huge amounts of that. To pull his thoughts away from the dark thoughts the teenager bartered the possible pleasures that the ladies about him could offer. Oh certainly he had already chosen, but his mind weighed each woman against the other, comparing what they had to offer to the desire he felt within himself that evening. His thoughts amused him and his mother noticed the change in his facial expressions. "Finished your supper darling?" She had interrupted yet another accounting tale from her sister to query her son. He looked up and every eye was upon him, "It was fine." The anxious tension built and even April and Rachel stood still, awaiting the sleeping arrangements. Things on the Island had changed in the last year, no longer could a person of seniority demand the sexual favours of another. Often with the use of the 'Water' to ensure their demands are met. Tony had been famous at pushing the envelope at what a woman deemed moral, and it was the secret to his success at breaking new slaves. Yet, every woman in that room would walk into a bullet for Nolan and would jump at the chance to pleasure him in any way imaginable. The silence was unbearable to every woman in the room and it was Teri, Nolan's mother that broke it, "Darling, whom do you desire tonight?" She hopped that she could be with her son, but doubted it since there were ladies that he has not tasted for some time waiting but a nod. Nolan smiled, which only increased the tension, remembering some of the fun Tony had shown Nolan. "Rachel?" "Master?" It was a slip of the tongue and Jennifer frowned at the younger woman. "You have some 'Water' in the house don't you?" Rachel was practically beaming with pleasure, "Oh yes Nolan, as much as we need." "Good. I want you and April to take Shelly upstairs and keep her occupied till morning." Shelly looked openly disappointed, and Rachel marginally less, but all three nodded in acceptance. It would be a night of 'Water' induced lesbian lust. Each gave Nolan a kiss upon his lips, Shelly lingering, as they departed. He was left with his mother and aunt. They both looked expectant. "I was remembering some of what we did so many months ago, do you remember?" They nodded, Teri now biting her lip, a nervous habit. Jennifer spoke up, "Most of it, yes." "Did you enjoy it aunt Jennifer?" She could barely look into his brown eyes for a few seconds before she felt the flow between her legs dampen her panties. Jennifer had to turn her eyes away. "Very much Nolan." Instead of a command to crawl to him, suck his cock and lick each others faces, as the two ladies expected, he asked, "Did we do the right thing?" Teri frowned, not understanding. But Jennifer thought she did, "I hope so." His gaze turned serious and his aunt could not even look into his eyes for a brief second. "Aunt Jennifer, you left us but returned very quickly. Why?" Nolan thought he knew, but he could never understand it - how could he, he was never addicted to the 'Water'. Jennifer toyed with her food and felt her younger sister and her nephews eyes upon her, awaiting an answer. "Its the only place I now belong." "Because Tony had brought you here for me?" After revealing a small piece of Nolan's psych, Tony had sent a team to retrieve Jennifer and her daughter, enslaving them with the 'Toilet Water' - forever changing their lives. It had been his method of befriending Nolan. She nodded slowly, "Partially." "Why did you come back, why don't you leave now?" A tear came to Jennifer's eye, and her sister reached out to grasp her hand. "I can never leave, when I first smelt the 'Water' the life that I had known was but a memory." It was tragic, and each of the three knew it, Jennifer had a good life with a fine husband. The 'Water' had taken everything from her, including her life as a mother, since she and her daughter often 'performed' for Tony and eventually Nolan. How could their relationship ever be the same? Nolan frowned, "Would it have been easier if you didn't have the choice to leave?" Jennifer again looked into her nephew's eye surprised, "I suppose." "And mom?" Teri quickly turned her gaze to her son. "Did you ever think about my sexual pleasure before you smelt the 'Water'?" Nolan had never seen his mother blush, and he had seen her do and act rather bawdy, but she turned her eyes down to her own plate and whispered, "I wondered." "How so?" It took a few awkward seconds before she answered, "I wondered if you had enough time to date." He was about to ask another question when she continued, "If there was a special girl in your life. I sometimes even wondered about what you did to... relieve yourself." Her face was bright red. She had just acknowledged that she had thought sexual thoughts of her son before she had been 'conditioned' to think that way. Nolan was rather surprised, "Did anyone ever ask this of you when you were being trained?" She nodded positively. He knew that her training may not have been as difficult has he had always imagined. "Aunt Jenn," his pet name for her and the older woman felt her sex twitch in response, "if I was to hand you two vials of 'Water', one the original the another the new batch - and I told you that you had to chose the remainder of your life by choosing one. Which would you choose?" It was a complex question, and Nolan didn't think it came out right but Jennifer frowned. "To live the life of an addictive slave or...?" "Or to be turned out of the Family", both ladies inhaled shapely, "but have an endless supply of the new version of 'Toilet Water'." The silence was thick but it was interrupted by the sudden squeal of pleasure from somewhere upstairs - Shelly most probably. Jennifer had stated that she had no other life but the one that she lived with the Family, and she now enjoyed her new life. Though she also regretted the loss of the former as well. "I would take the addictive one, the original 'Water'." Nolan didn't try to hide his surprise. "Aunty Jenn! You of all people?" She was a mature intelligent woman with a lot going for her, Nolan had thought the answer would have been to live outside the Island and to enjoy the scent as often as she wished. "Its now my family." Teri nodded in agreement, her sister defending her answer. "And you are the head of my Family Nolan." "What does that mean to you Jenn?" Another twitch, this time her sister saw the sudden clench of her mature thighs and smiled knowingly. "It means...", she paused and looked down at her own thighs, clenching lewdly, "... it means I would do anything for you." "Anything?" He wore a half smile again, his thoughts turning away from the burden as head of the 'Family'. Jennifer stood up and motioned to her obvious damp spot on the front of her skirt where her own hand had pressed the cloth between her thighs, "This needs you so bad Master." She began to disrobe before the two other family members while talking. "I have done some incredible stuff, things I would not have even imagined but in retrospect would not change for anything." Teri was clenching her own thighs while watching her elder sister disrobe, "Like what sis?" Jennifer looked down amused at the game her sister was playing. "I have fucked my nephew, I have licked his sperm from my daughters three holes, I have intimately explored my own sisters cunt and asshole...!" Both ladies were panting - and though Jennifer had done much more under the command of Tony, it didn't seem like the place to voice it. Standing straight, naked and very aroused, "It means, most of all Master, that I desire you. I need you, my body needs you. I live now only for you. My previous life was nothing... only now do I truly live!" Her breasts were large, like her sisters, but looked older. Her thighs wider and her ass more generous and lower. She looked older, and probably took less care of her body than Teri did. Yet both people in that room wanted her very much at that moment. Jennifer pushed the soiled dishes from the large wooden table, many crashing to shards upon the floor, and climbed slowly upon it. Nolan and his mother watched, one with a hard cock and the other with a wet pussy. When the ascent was complete, Nolan's aunt lay upon her back with legs spread wide, with feet over either side of the table. She slipped both hands between her legs and began to fondle herself. "My darling nephew... without the addictive properties of the Toilet Water, I still need to be with you. My body is only for you my love." Two fingers slipped into her vagina and a finger from the other hand slipped her her anus. Teri began to crawl upon the table, her face over her sisters, inverted. No words needed to be said as the elder leaned down and began to kiss passionately with the hungry mouth below. Nolan watched with hunger in his eyes, his aunts sex a few feet from him. Nolan's mom had taken the initiative and broke the kiss, her eyes lifting up her sisters body to the hands busy between the spread soft thighs. She began to crawl up the body, raining kisses on the pale soft skin. Jennifer groaned out loudly as her older sister didn't hesitate to take her enlarged and sensitive clitoris between her lips and suck. After that first wave of pleasure, a deep seated need to taste the woman, her own sister above her, was paramount and she removed her hands from her body and fumbled with the loose skirt that covered her face. Nolan sat, his mind returning to the conversation from earlier while his aunt's face pressed upwards into the hidden valley beneath his mothers pleated skirt. Both elder ladies began to suck, lick and tongue every tasty and sensitive millimetre of the others sex. This, what was happening on the table before him, would it have ever happened if not for the Toilet Water? Nolan knew it would not. Yet, the 'Water' was not even in the air - and these two women were so passionate that they committed incest willingly and even aggressively, if his aunt was any indication. Was the situation before he 'cured the slaves' of the Family better than it was now? Was it better when the women had no choice but had to submit to him better than it was now? Or was it like his aunt had essentially said, that she still had no choice, though her situation has changed, and was still a submissive to his every whim. Teri looked up from between her sisters thighs, her face coated in the tangy spend, intending on seducing her son with a soiled smile - something that had worked so often in the past. Yet, he was not in his chair, and looking about it was evident that he was no longer within the dining room. The elder woman froze, worry immediately coming to mind. But a gentle bite between the teeth of her sister brought her back to reality and her passion. If her son did not desire to be with them, his will was to be accepted if not understood, then his own mother must learn to simply enjoy the moment. Teri's grin had disappeared and though she lost the edge of her enjoyment, and would not feel the tremors of orgasm this evening, she give her sister hours of pleasure. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - VII (Part 5) "Hello... Nolan, Master?" It was a tiny voice, submissive, that brought him out of his mental cloud. A woman, with a tiny body to match the voice stood upon the rocks, her face in shadow. She shuffled nervously and seemed embarrassed to interrupt the head of the Family as he sat on the beach beneath the half moon. "Yes? Who is it?" She came closer, having to step down to the cool sand but stayed between two large sand cliffs so her face and body stayed in the shadow. "My name is Tuesday." Strange name, thought Nolan. "May I help you?" He remembered the scene of his aunt and mother upon the dinning room table, what he had given up to get privacy - only to have it now interrupted. Thus, his voice was not very polite in his query. "I am sorry." Tuesday turned to leave, evidently to climb barefoot up the sandy cliffs behind her. "Stop." His voice had taken on the note of a command, something he had learnt to do since he first stepped foot on this island. She again turned. "Come here." He pointed to the sand a meter before him, nearly in the surf. Tuesday hesitated then strode silently forwards, her movement and steps silent with the loud crashing of the waves. He saw that she wore no shoes and a flowing loose summer dress, that blew against her small frame with the warm south westerly wind. Nolan looked up to see that she had long, to her tail bone, flowing blond hair that seemed to glow as it flew horizontal with the wind. But when his eyes came to her face, he saw that she had been recently scared - from jaw to mouth - with the stitches visible. When he saw the harm that had recently come to her, he stood up and leaned in to see her marred face. Only when he was inches from her cheek, did he see that she was a very beautiful woman - before the cut, possibly his own age or a couple years younger. She looked embarrassed at his scrutiny. "Did that happen during the assault?" "No Master, my father had done this to me." Her father! "Explain." What came from her, reluctantly and had to have it drawn out of her continuously, was nothing less than tragic. Tuesday was an orphan of Toilet Water - of all these games of power that Nolan had been contemplating only minutes before. Here was the flesh and blood example of how the use of power can affect others. Tuesday was named for the day of the week that she was ordered to attend to her father, her Master at that time. She had been born a slave, her mother being the niece of the same man, but she had been conceived before Toilet Water had been forced upon her mother. It had been a way to silence a incestuous relationship that would have harmed her father politically and possibly financially. The daughter that was born lived her early life as an object, with no friends nor any schooling of any sort, all she had was the work that was assigned to her by her father. When she was eleven, before she hit puberty, her father had raped her - her mother would help him. It happened more times than the young teenager could count. When she no longer screamed out or fought her mother or father, she had been exposed to the drug that her mother was so intimate with. Then she found herself in a cloud of sex mingled with days of hard work about the huge mansion. Tuesday was the day that she attended to her fathers every whim, mostly sexual, some not. On other days she lived in a large room, with only pillows for furniture with six other girls - one being her mother. Her life was for the pleasure of her father. Then one day, a party that father was hosting for some friends, the vials of scent were opened and Tuesday was instructed to sit upon her mothers face as she sucked Thursday's nipples - she did this with lust and desire, as she always did when the scent was in the air. The other girls copulating with the individual guests, her father watching his successful party with pride. When the scent had disintegrated and her body began to quiver with exhaustion Tuesday realized that a part of her was missing - the indescribably desire for more of that delicious smell was gone. Her father grunted for his only daughter to come and suck him, she then spoke what would ultimately change her life, "Please daddy", he liked to be called 'daddy' especially when others were witness to his domination of his own flesh and blood, "I am too tired!" She lay exhausted upon her mothers body, their flesh stuck together with sweat, saliva and female spend. Tuesday can still remember her fathers eyes as they blazed with anger, for it was the first time that he had been disobeyed. Nolan understood what had happened, that his antidote of Toilet Water was given out without knowledge by his patrons, and given to the multitudes of slaves out there. What happened next was disgusting. Two of the slaves were killed by her father that evening... strangulation. Then, it being Tuesday, he bound his daughter to a chair and raped her numerous times while screaming and hitting her. Months went by, of dirty cells, often with other women huddled naked together to keep warm, barely enough food for one let alone for the five of them, of humiliating actions with her father or for unknown sized groups, like being used as a toilet by over a dozen men. Another gathering, only two others besides her father, when Tuesday and her mother were bound next to each other over a large wooden bench. Both raised bottoms were used numerous times, in either hole, until the pain blacked her mother out. That was when Tuesday heard her father talk about their plan to hit the Family as vengeance for the changing of Water, to demand the old formula back, to perhaps even find it. Obviously they thought Tuesday was also blacked out, as she hung lifeless upon the bench. Then, for bravado's sake to brag to the other men, her father simply shoved a long spiked pole into her mothers rectum and pressed it till it exposed just below her skull - killing her soundlessly. The men laughed and Tuesday screamed in terror. Then she remembered her father coming toward her with a large shiny knife and then nothing, till she woke up in the hospital on this very island. But when Tuesday finally spoke up, voicing what she had come to him for, it broke his heart. "I just wanted to ... to thank you for freeing me Master." Her beautiful blue eyes were pouring with tears. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - VIII (Part 5) Rachel sat behind Nolan with a demure Tuesday standing beside her. Nolan sat at the head of the huge conference table, on top of the tall office building in a large city within the United States. Before him, about the table, sat many clients to the Family - powerful and very rich men. They were nodding in agreement with what Nolan had just related, a speech that Jennifer helped compile for him. About how the Family was changing, but was keeping its clients in mind, reducing prices, while strengthening the ties with the oldest and best clients - these men. Rachel took the notes from Nolan, acting as secretary for this gathering. Tuesday, feeling very out of place and scared, had only the duty to stay near her Master. Things were going to change and with Jennifer orchestrating the changes and Nolan enacting them, the Family was about undergo another radical change. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - IX (Part 5) Tuesday slept in the large soft bed next to Nolan, her exposed chest rising and falling slowly. He sat and watched her, always amazed at the strength this ex-slave possessed. She was also extremely beautiful, if you looked past the scar upon her face. Tiny of frame, with petite facial features to match, maybe five feet tall. She weighed nothing. Had small conical, but exquisite, breasts. Smooth feminine curves. Skin that seemed to have a perpetual tan, that highlighted her blonde hair to perfection. She was Nolan's' age, but looked a couple of years younger. In truth she could not read or write, she did not know the simplest of transactions with money, or even the simplest edict. Since her birth, she had been treated as property, working for her masters household - since puberty, as sexual chattel. Even before that first rape, she had been taught to be conscious of her body, as a tool to pleasure another, to learn to be gentle and quiet while hard enough to handle the roughest of treatment. That first night, over a month before, when she had come to him on the beach - too embarrassed to appear before him with others that may see her imperfection - he had felt something in his heart that he had not ever felt for another woman before. Nolan wanted to protect Tuesday, to keep her safe from monsters like her father - while knowing that her training from birth kept her vulnerable to such a beast. Was he like that man? Was Nolan a monster in a different skin? Had she not submitted to him that first night - much to his disgust for his actions afterword's? Did she not scream out with passion when his seed flooded inside her? It was her nature - what she needed to be alive. If only she had not ended up with the man she had, her own father. To feel again, she needed someone to submit too, to give and receive pleasure as she had been taught since before she could walk. She clung to him and cried for such a long time afterwords, begging his forgiveness - of all things! He knew then, felt it within his heart, that he wanted to protect her - knowing that she needed someone, probably anyone, to submit too - to love her. To stop her tears, Nolan rolled her over upon the wet sand and felt his cock again enter her. She screamed with joy as he again plowed above her - again flooding her with his spend. The plane banked and Nolan was brought of his thoughts, if only for a moment. Life was so strange - he had so many women that wanted nothing more than to be with him in this bed, to feel his manhood within them, that he should feel so enamoured with only one woman. Tuesdays eyes opened and saw that her Master was awake and she awoke fully, remembering the sounds and feeling of his pleasure that she had given him hours before - the lingering taste of his seed still upon her tongue. "Master?" She smiled shyly - hoping that he would again want her to pleasure him. "Morning Tuesday. Did you sleep well?" Never had she been given such tender affection, such devotion and protection. Though well trained, she was used to harsh touches, forced cocks, smelling cunts, and that irresistible desire from the Toilet Water forcing her to want more. Nolan had been a different person than she had ever known - her joy was endless. She nodded and stretched, looking almost feline, Nolan thought. "Are we nearly home Master?" She meant the island. "Over Washington state." Though Tuesday had no knowledge of geography she nodded and smiled, and Nolan knew that it did not matter to her where they were - only that she was with her Master and that he was smiling. A knock came to the thin wooden door, "Nolan, are you awake?" Rachel stuck her head in and smiled at the couple. She had a stack of emails that appeared to look important. The voluptuous redhead stilled the pang of jealousy that came to her at seeing Nolan so happy with another. "I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important?" She also felt extreme pleasure at Nolan's obvious love. "I'm sure it is Rachel." Nolan lay back and sighed extravagantly, "Come in." The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - X (Part 5) Teri was brushing the long blonde hair with soft gentle strokes, with her son watching from the couch beneath the window. It had not been so long ago that she had taken her son's virginity in this very room - and the middle-aged woman felt a tremor as her sex liquefied at the memory. To her, it was not the addiction to the 'Water' that had altered her life, but the night she first had relations with her own child. She knew of his passion and even love for this tiny woman who sat before her. So unlike any person that Nolan could have ever known - but a product of his, and the Families, actions. Certainly she was a beauty, the scar easily lost when looking into those wide innocent blue eyes. Tuesday was like a lost child, clinging to Nolan's leg begging not to be let go if only she could give him one more moments pleasure. Well, thought Teri, it wasn't exactly true - but it could appear that way to someone that didn't know that it was her son that also held tightly. Since that first evening when Nolan had disappeared leaving her alone with her sister, he has not had need for his own mother to attend his needs. It was Teri that felt it necessary to press the issue - though humiliating herself, having always thought it was for her son that she bedded with him. Rachel and Jennifer had told her what was going on, with regards to the Family business. It startled her that her own son could be so cold, while seated now behind her, appeared so lost in love for this small creature before her, that he could command such acts. They were in a war, and Nolan appeared as if he was on his honeymoon. "Honey?" She looked up into the mirror and saw that her son looked back. Teri's hands continued to comb the thick long hair of her sons love. "Will you need anything else before bed?" Nolan saw his mother flush with embarrassment, and knew what she was asking and knew of her need. Tuesday, not understanding opened her eyes and innocently looked up into the elder womans face in the mirror. "I don't believe so mother." It amused him that she was putting herself in this situation. A few more brush strokes before she again spoke, "I could have April cut some fruit up or..." "No mother." His eyes were firmer and glaring at her in the mirror. Tuesday, not understanding the exchange, only heard the displeasure in her Masters voice and froze. Nolan and his mother noticed her sudden tense movement. Though not able to again look her son in the eye, she had to ask again - more blatantly this time, "Would you like me to attend to you this evening my darling?" They had spent so much time together since that first afternoon not so long ago, his seed had filled her soul and Teri found that she desperately needed it like breath itself. Before Nolan could reply, was about to order her to retrieve April and perhaps the two of them could relieve his mothers tensions, Tuesday spoke softly. "Teri?" Tuesday turned about and the older woman saw the compassion and understanding in the youngster's eyes, she did not resist when a tiny soft hand reached up to caress her cheek. Nolan watched amazed as his mother lowered her face, with the guidance of his new lovers hand, so that their lips touched. Tuesday kissed so softly that it almost looked like they did not touch, but he could hear his mothers throaty sigh of pleasure. Tuesday continued to kiss as she turned about and then slowly stood up, her gown falling to the floor at her feet with barely a whisper. Her tiny naked body looking so youthful yet so sexy that it continued to enthral her Master. Teri followed the moist warm lips with her own, her eyes closed and her mind uncaring where she should lead. She needed this to continue, passion mixed with more... love. It was for her son, she knew, that the pleasure was for - though another woman was kissing her, it was as if she kissed her son. She knew him better than to open her eyes to find out if he enjoyed this - his silence was enough. Those lips never left and she felt like she was floating on a cloud, with only a part of her brain realizing that delicate gentle hands were systematically removing every article of clothing from her body. The lips lowered and Teri followed, till she felt the wooden floor upon her naked back and ass, the small body moving above her. Then Tuesday spoke, nearly whispering to the older woman - "Relax mother... enjoy." Feather touches, lips, moved lower down her body. Not even noticing that the woman had called her 'mother' for the first time. Nolan had to move to the end of the bed to watch what was happening with his mother and Tuesday, amazed at how gentle and serene it all looked. Tuesday lingered her mouth upon his mothers thrusting breasts, the nipples looking about to crack with tension. Her dainty tongue thrusting into the groove of mothers navel and mother was going crazy, twisting upon the floor, moaning and sighing as if she was seconds away from an orgasm. It amazed him that she responded this way, and without the scent of the Water in the air. Tuesday then moved lower, skipping over the exposed needy loins and moving to the feet. Nolan had not seen a woman orally pleasure the feet of another - but his mother evidently loved it. Then upwards, it seemed to take an eternity, the calves and then behind the knees. Then Tuesday spent an intolerable amount of time upon his mothers soft inviting white thighs - raining kisses and and soft touches till it appeared as if his mother was loosing her mind with the passion that she endured. Then, finally, Tuesday moved her face the last couple of centimetres and the small dainty tongue slipped out of the tiny mouth and slipped into the top of that very wet hot groove and the thrusting button. Teri exploded in orgasm, screaming and crying out with such a pleasure that she had not ever achieved, without Toilet Water of course. Tuesday didn't wait for her to end her pleasure, but slipped quickly up and pressed her tiny body against the white flesh below. The two groins touching, and as had been the rainfall of kisses, the younger began to rotate and thrust gently with her excited vagina pleasuring the older woman's below. What happened next amazed her son, as the new feeling of her clitoris mashing expertly against the other, renewed her pleasure and instead of dropping from the heights of orgasm, she danced about the summit as more climaxes smashed through her happy body. Teri was experiencing multiple orgasms by another woman, a mere youth, as her son sat watching with wide hungry eyes and a smile. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - XI (Part 5) The new product was shipping, in addition to the normal 'Water' that the clients paid huge sums for. The new product was for specific clients - rich and powerful clients. Dangerous clients. Nolan personally ensured Tuesday's father received this new product. So, in the first week only a limited amount was being shipped out. By the end of the month is was ten times what it had started at. And at exorbitant prices as well. Nolan then ordered the shipments to cease to only one client, Tuesday's father. Private messages went out to a dozen others. Virginia sat in her wheelchair frowning, she never smiled nice Mary had been killed, and stared with her hard powerful gaze at the head of the Family. What Nolan was doing went against her judgement and thought it dangerous, in the very least. Nolan stood by the wide window, staring down the hill and over the ocean as the sun set with glossy colours. If truth be told, Virginia did not think the young man had the 'balls' to do what he was doing - and accredited this change in demeanour to the appearance of Tuesday. "Damn it Nolan, I asked you a question!" When he turned his eyes were colder than she ever remembered them and it caused a shiver to run through her old tiny frame. "Its too late Virginia - what's done is done." She huffed and struck the arm of her chair. Two female attendants over by the doorway shuffled their feet and looked like they would like to be anywhere but there. They were of the new batch of arrivals, the ones that Tony had added to the Family before being excommunicated for good this time. Jennifer reached out and grasped her nephews arm, giving him a squeeze. Perhaps it was to calm him down perhaps it was to give him support - but it only made him madder, interrupting his confrontation with the Family matriarch, the one who had seduced him and raped his mother to this new lifestyle. "You should be too busy with your new job to worry about 'Water' production?" The old woman huffed again and glared at the young man, "That's another thing Nolan...!" Nolan could not take it any longer - Tuesday had been enslaved with the 'Toilet Water' when Virginia had been head of the Family. It had been this old woman that had produced and sold the addictive water to keep the Family coffers filled. To him, she was the same as Tony, only in a different shell. "Shut up!" It was the first time that Nolan had shouted at another person and every one within that large room froze and starred at the only man on the island. "Listen to me Virginia - whatever you may have been, that's over. I no longer seek or want your advice. Do you understand me?" He eyes were like black coal, unblinking for nearly a full minute before she nodded. "Contrary to my wishes, I was convinced in giving you some formal job", Jennifer looked down at her shoes and wished the same wish as the two attendants had done earlier, "to keep you busy enough to keep you out of trouble." Virginia had seen Nolan's aunt turn gray at the mention of 'advice' and understood whom had protected her from being completely ostracized from the inner circle of the Family. She would not forget that favour. Finally, "I... thank you Nolan... Master." Virginia turned her gaze away from the angry young man, realizing with a start, that he had grown up considerably since he had first come to the island. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - XII (Part 5) The house was rebuilt and Nolan moved in with those closest to him, along with a company of trained female guards. Virginia had rebuild over the damaged sections. It was her duty now, design the infrastructure of the island to the specifications that Nolan had set out. When the communication finally arrived, Nolan seemed to fall into a black pit of depression. That very day another man walked upon the island - the only person alive that Nolan wanted to kill. That would not be necessary, not after what Nolan had done with him. The man was naked and shackled, his arms behind his back and his feet only a meter apart. No one helped him, as he hobbled up the long winding road to the large house at the top. It was the home of the man he had tried to destroy. A room had been prepared for such audiences - and the man was forced to his knees before a bench. The room was white marble and with little else. He knelt there shivering violently, tears of humiliation and possibly rage rolling down his dirty cheeks. The heads of the Family stood around the circumference of the room. Most with their backs to the cold marble. Even those woman whom had agreed with Nolan on his course of action felt there resolve crumble at facing the reality of it. Teri came through a doorway behind the single bench, holding Tuesdays hand, the young woman looking deathly frightened. Nolan's mother had to hold the young woman in her arms as they stood to the side of the bench. April came gliding in from the same door, her hand holding a small glass of water, and strode over to Teri and Tuesday. The petite ex-slave gently helped Tuesday to drink from her glass. The man never even looked up at as the room was filling - only wallowing in his self-pity and despair. Then Rachel and Jennifer came in through another doorway, and strode to the other side of the bench. Rachel, particularly, had the harshest look - starring almost with rage at the naked bound man on the floor before her. Her Celtic anger surfacing. Nolan came in finally, and though no one had said a word, the small sounds had ceased. Every eye, including the naked soiled man, followed the teenage boy as he strode slowly and confidently into the room, and sat upon the wide white marble bench. It was deathly quiet in the chamber and not one person understood what was about to happen, knew what was in their Master's heart or his mind. Most understood his rage though, much of it aimed at the bound man before him. Nolan looked up at the stain-glass dome above all their heads and took a deep breath. Before coming here, he had to control himself, to still his rage and try to use his mind rather than his heart. The young head of the Family had power absolute over everyone on the island - and he knew it, now more than at any other time since his mother seduced him to the pleasures the Family promised. Virginia had a hard cold heart, from years of servitude of watching good people enslaved for the pleasures of others - Nolan understood her more now than at any other time. Understood her loneliness as well. Finally, his breathing under control, the young man looked right at the dirty face of the middle-aged naked man kneeling before him. "Say hello to your daughter." Tuesday sobbed and the man's eyes followed the sound and his face looking shocked at her appearance before him. Teri and April held the young girl in a compassionate embrace, lending her their strength to get through this trying time. "Tuesay...?" His voice was like sandpaper, ill used of late except to scream out his pain and loss. More than one eye in the room held tears. "You are fortunate to be part of this momentous change of the Family." No one said a word, nothing was spoken, even breathing seemed to have stopped. "Where 'slave' takes upon a whole new meaning." Nolan reached into his pocket and withdrew a small vial, it contained a clear blue liquid. The man looked feverish at Nolan's hand and the vial. "From now on our enemies", at this Nolan smiled down at Tuesday's father, "will understand what built this Family." Nolan tossed the vial in the air and caught it. "We were built on the foundation of sex and submission", incest as well, but he thought it best not to mention that subject, " based wholly upon 'Toilet Water'." He was making speeches, not only for the bound dirty man in the middle of the room but for all the heads of his Family. "To add power to the Family, 'Toilet Water' was distributed, for a price, to those rich enough to pay. And pay they did!" Again he tossed it into the air. "When I removed the destructive powers from the 'Toilet Water', the addictive quality of it, some were angry, while others saw the wisdom in this." At the far end of the room Virginia rolled into the room on her wheelchair and Nolan paused till she settled herself. "A handful of the angry clients brought violence and death to his island, to this Family!" Nolan was getting angry again, his voice getting louder and louder so that it reverberated off the large rectangular room. "Here is one of them." He pointed downwards and all eyes looked at the disgusting creature on the floor. "Here is another addict of 'Toilet Water', only one of a dozen men that are now addicted to the Family's legacy!" "His supply was cut off two weeks ago - and like many women slaves before him, he knows the torture of his addiction." He was the only one to have his supply cut off, the others found ways to meet the increasing price of their addiction - or else, they would face the fate of their compatriot. Nolan held the vial between thumb and forefinger, "This is the last of the 'Toilet Water' that you will ever see... the rest of your days will be in madness and loss." Tears were rolling down the mans eyes but he watched the blue liquid feverishly. Every woman in the room watched the drama and understood that at some time in their past, it was they who had knelt and who would do anything for only another hit of the heavenly scent. Nolan had delivered them from that wasteland of addiction - while he had also re-introduced it again for his enemies. The vial flew from Nolan's hand and in a slow arch, flew before the kneeling addict. As if in slow motion, nearly every eye watched its descent knowing it would disintegrate upon the hard shiny marble. It shattered a meter before the bound man and he crawled upon his knees before the small puddle of glass and liquid before dropping to his stomach his face on the marble. The man sighed hugely and started to move his hips, pressing his groin against the marble beneath him. Blood from tiny cuts upon his face and chest caused the blue liquid to take on a ghoulish colour when mixed with his blood. Every eye in the room watched the drama, every eye was now dry. The man humping the floor was one of the worst offenders, one who had killed to ensure his use of 'Toilet Water'. It was a pathetic spectacle but it was also a rebirth to those who saw it. Nolan turned and strode quickly from the room. His mother and April lead the silent Tuesday after him. All of the senior members of the Family strode from the room leaving Virginia seated alone watching one of her ex-customers attain his orgasm upon the tiles. He was grunting and spitting as he shot is come between his hairy belly and the marble. Then, even she, turned her chair around and wheeled out of the room that Nolan had aptly named "Hall of Justice". The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - XIII (Part 5) Shelly walked down the docks from the sea-plane that had just deposited her onto the Family island. Its was the first time in three years since she had set foot on the place where so much of her life was turned around. Jennifer, Shelly's mom ran forwards with a squeal of delight. "Where is he?" Shelly smiled at her mother's obvious happiness and held out the bundle in her hands. "Mom meet my son Joseph." Jennifer pulled aside the edge of the wrap and stared down into the cherub face of the five month old baby. The older woman had tears in her eyes. The adoption agency had brought the newborn to Shelly and her husband, the perfect parents by all accounts, though they could not have children of their own. Shelly looked up from her happy parent to the middle-aged woman waiting patiently at the end of the dock - and she knew this was the woman whom her mom had made a commitment too, her lover, her wife. They shared a polite introductory smile. Teri appeared with Rachel and both were smiling hugely. Jennifer looked over at her sister and with tears in her eyes, "Look what my daughter has gone and done - she brought me my grandchild!" Teri wrapped her arms about her sisters shoulder and kissed the side of her face tenderly. Shelly asked quietly, so not to disturb her mother or her child. "Where is he?" Rachel leaned in to answer, "With Tuesday down by the south bay." "How is he doing?" Rachel shrugged and looked suddenly saddened. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - XIV (Part 5) Rachel and Shelly carefully walked across the natural pathway of round slick rocks, that were revealed with the low tides. "Nolan!" He was seated on a huge log, his feet in a pool of sea water and weeds. Tuesday, who had was wadding up to her knees in the water, turned quickly at the call and waved happily. Nolan only turned his head and gave a bare smile and watched his cousin approach him. Shelly came over and sat down by her cousin while Rachel went to Tuesday, to give the two space to talk. "I told you I would return", she told him. He did not look pleased, "I thought you might." Three years ago Shelly had left and swore she would be back, Nolan asked her never to return. "How is the Family?" He was the uncontested head of the Family now - Virginia having passed away five years ago, and Tony just last year. And in truth, no one else wanted the burden that seemed to weigh down Nolan. Nolan finally shrugged, "Good... quiet." "I brought my son!" She was beaming proudly and Nolan smiled genuinely for the first time since she appeared. "I bet he is beautiful?" Any woman that tasted the scent of the 'Water' could never have children - so Shelly's adoption of her son was rare gift to any ex-slave. It had been five years ago when Nolan had coldly dealt with the Family enemies, addicting seventeen powerful men to a male version of 'Toilet Water'. That in itself was not the catalyst to the end of the reign of lust, but the sight of that single powerful man humiliated before the very women whom he had enslaved. The elders that had viewed it had passed it quickly down to the other Family women till each heard the tale - and none that heard it was the same afterwords. It was an awakening to the women, that their lives need not be controlled by another, that what they feared and obeyed may only be fear itself. Without the addictive quality to the 'Water', they were free to do what they wished. Shelly suddenly stopped smiling and reached for her cousins hand, "I'm sorry Nolan." That surprised him. "'Sorry' for what Shelly?" She shrugged and had to think long before the ability to put into words what she felt, "'Sorry' that you gave up everything so that the rest of us could be free?" Every inhabitant of the Island thought of Nolan as the last victim of the addictive scent. They looked into each others eyes for a long moment before Nolan's started to cloud up with tears. Since that fateful day five years before, the Family had changed significantly. No new clients were sought after for their product, while money flowed in through legitimate endeavours as well as through their previous clientele. Every woman that had been addicted to the 'Water' was a member of the Family, and as such gained in any benefits that were supplied. One of those benefits was this island - a paradise of solitude and relaxation. No man, excluding Nolan, could live here yet any female family member could live without a care in the world for as long as they wished on the island. Both cousins looked out toward the duo, Tuesday and Rachel, as they stomped around on their bare feet looking for oysters - Nolan loved them both. Tuesday was the last slave, in all respects. Her life was Nolan - and this one time he did not contest this position but rather revelled in the passions it promised. Shelly leaned in and kissed her cousins cheek and whispered, "May I be with you tonight Nolan?" He turned, a little surprised at the offer. "What of your husband?" She shrugged, "Here on the island, all that matters is the Family." And he was now the Family - no woman that had been a slave to the sweet smell of lust would ever deny this young many anything, especially their bodies. It was now almost religious the way they canonized the only man in their Family. He was their god. Shelly lay her head on his shoulder, hoping he will desire her. She was realistic enough to understand that his guilt and pain could not be relieved by anything she did, but at least she would do her best to ensure he forgot it for a short while. One of his familiar hands slipped down her back to slip beneath the waistband of her shorts and Tuesday sighed with pleasure knowing from experience that her offer was accepted. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - XV (Part 5) Jennifer dropped heavily down onto the couch next to her sister and sighed with exhaustion, "I forgot how much work babies are!" Teri giggled, both knowing the pleasures and disappointments of children. Both having known theirs intimately. "It was good to see Shelly - she looks so happy." Jennifer nodded and reached for her wine glass, "I am glad she was able to have a 'normal' life after... you know." Teri did but only sipped from her glass in answer. "Her husband is such a good man." The two sisters had attended the wedding on the mainland, and were witness to Shelly's love. Both knew, but neither were puzzled, that Shelly was right now at the top of the hill with her cousin. Jennifer had married as well, barely a year ago, to another ex-slave of approximately the same age as her. Strangely her wife looked incredibly like her sister Teri - but no one ever mentioned it. While her sister Teri had devoted her whole life and soul to her son, she never regretted it for a second. "Do you want to stay with me tonight Jenn?" The middle-aged woman, the matriarch of the Family, looked at her sister above the rim of her glass and accepted with only a look in her eyes - rarely did she deny her sister anything. The Sweet Smell of Lust - Final Struggle - XVI (Part 5) April knelt upon the mat with the canvas propped up before her, she stared carefully at the setting sun before bringing her brush up to the canvas. Her life now was painting and Nolan-san, she desired nothing else. Rachel sat behind the petite woman and marvelled at Aprils ability to capture feelings as well as images with her brush. "Its beautiful April." The brown eyes turned toward Rachel's green orbs and they shared a long loving look together. The two ladies leaned toward each other and their soft lips met. The slow loving kiss quickly turned passionate. The brush dropped from April's hand to the floor, already forgotten - tomorrow there will be another sunset. --