Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 131
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: voy bdsm MF oral anal D/s ir

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 131
More parental complications

      Jason entered Armand Wilson's presence with a packet of CDs to find
his employer chuckling - something he seldom did...   "Sir, here's the first
take."

      "Excellent!" Armand rumbled, "From the transcripts, this should be
highly entertaining!"  He rose, accepting the packet.  "I'll be in the media
room.  Send Felicia in, hmmm, cuffed, wearing blinders - she doesn't need to
see what I'm looking at..."

      Jason nodded.  Felicia was Armand's latest 'toy'.  As a rule, Armand's
mistresses didn't last long; he broke them, physically or mentally, very
quickly.  Felicia was no exception; Jason was already handling the details
of her daily humiliation, something Armand always did personally in the
early stages.  Soon, her only utility as far as Armand was concerned would
be as an example of total submission to display before the next contestant
during her early training...  Armand turned at the door, looking thoughtful,
"Um, earplugs, too - she can carry them; I'll install them after she
arrives.  This IS my offspring, after all...  And some lube; who knows what
I'll decide to do?"  Jason nodded - Felicia was indeed on the way out;
Armand was obviously pondering some outré entertainment, a sure sign of
boredom.  Armand turned one more time, "Oh, and if your duties allow, you
can view the footage, too - drag in one of the staff to entertain you while
you watch."  He waggled a finger, "Not Jorge, though - your delight in
dominating the poor man is going to lose me a perfectly good driver!  If
that happens..."  Armand turned and left the room, the threat hanging.
Jason's teeth were showing, but it had gone from pleasure at the invitation
to a rictus at the threat; Jason knew that if he ruined Jorge, not only
would he be relegated to driving his employer, but Armand would bend
considerable effort to making Jason's plight worse than Jorge's...


      The four couples left breakfast, each headed out to check on the home
front.  Dina, intent on arriving home separately from Rick, headed over to
Bobby's house with him for a bit.  The pair found Helen and Al, obviously
barely ambulatory, slurping coffee in the kitchen.  "Morning, Son, Dina," Al
rumbled.

      Bobby glanced around; dear ol' Dad was looking mighty pleased with
himself...  "Hi, Dad, Hi Auntie Helen..."

      Helen's face was an odd mix of happiness, anticipation, and nervous
dread.  Bobby picked it up, but he wasn't possessed of the cultural
awareness that Dina was.  "Hi, Al, Helen - hey, where'd the rock come from?"
she asked, on spying the glittering ring on Helen's finger.

      Bobby, given a target, caught up quickly, "So, the bear trap closed!"
Laughing, he turned to Dina with the prediction, "Of course, they're gonna
spend the next twenty years trying to figure out who caught who..."

      "Oh, Bobby, you know how these things go by now!" Dina chided,
grinning.  "We get you to chase us through the obstacle course until you're
winded, then trip you and fall on you - nothing to it!"  She turned to
Helen, "So, have you set a date?  Lemme look at that thing!"

      Helen managed to get her voice into operation, "Well, right now it's
kind of an agreement in principle," she replied.  "There are some logistics,
and," she glanced uncertainly at Bobby, "other things, to work out."

      "Logistics, I understand," replied Bobby, nodding.  "You're not a
problem, and we can move some stuff out of the spare room, but..."  He
stopped worrying at that problem, and asked, suspiciously, "What 'other
things'?"

      "Um," Helen colored.

      Dina filled in the gap, "Like the not-generally-known fact that you've
had sex with your stepmother-to-be?"  Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, if
you believed the expression on her face after dropping THAT bomb!

      "That's a problem?" Bobby chuckled.  "Only if Dad gets strung out
about it..."  He flicked an eye at his father, who shrugged.  "Which he
ain't," Bobby continued, looking back at Helen, "So don't get your knickers
in a twist... Mom."

      Helen looked a bit apoplectic.  "Uh, just so you, uh don't get any
ideas..."

      Bobby opened his mouth to make a promise that would close off the
matter, but Dina kicked him in the shin.  He looked toward her in surprise,
but she stepped in close and whispered, "Don't make any promises - I might
want to even the score!"

      "Um," Bobby absorbed this, glanced at his father, and announced, "I've
been advised once again to hold out for a future draft pick..."

      Big Al picked up his new fiancée with his eyes and nodded toward Dina,
"You know, she's scary!"

      Dina smiled, sphinx-like.  "You'd better get used to us Nellises -
between Bobby and Mandi, you can't escape!"

      Al turned to Bobby, poker-faced, "Son, control your woman!"

      Bobby started laughing, "Jeez, Dad!  You thought I was in charge?"


      Jackie and Terry found Jennifer in the kitchen, making up a breakfast
tray in a white baby-doll nightie, humming a little tune.  The pair had made
it through the door without much in the way of a clatter; Jennifer leaped a
foot when she noticed them.  "A tray, Mom?" Jackie queried.

      Guilt writ large on her face, Jennifer made a game attempt at
duplicity, nonetheless.  "Thought I'd have a snack while I watch TV in
bed..." she quavered.

      Terry took two steps back, passing through the kitchen door and
looking left.  "Pair of Dockers on the couch."

      Jennifer's eyes snapped to Terry, then back to Jackie's catlike smile
as she asked, "Pretty hot upstairs, is it?"

      "Huh?  Oh!  Yeah!" Jennifer snatched at the shoulder straps of the
translucent nightie, acting as if sweat was sticking it to her; the
unintended side effect of the action being a momentary exposure of her furry
pubic mound to the young couple.

      Jackie grinned from ear to ear, then began examining her manicure.
"So, that's fire extinguisher foam on your thighs?"

      Jennifer buried her embarrassed face in her hands while the young
couple guffawed.  "Where's Mike?" Terry asked, when he could breathe again.

      "In bed, asleep," Jennifer admitted.  "We... started late."

      "YOU did, anyway!" Jackie purred.  "You know what the dead giveaway
was?  More than anything else?"  Jennifer shook her head, and Jackie
continued, "You've been standing there, virtually naked, for a couple of
minutes now.  Terry's seen literally everything you've got - and you didn't
even flinch!"

      Jennifer stuck her face in her hands again, but she was laughing.
"Well..."

      Jackie eyed her sidelong, "How do you feel?"

      Jennifer's smile spoke volumes, "Oh, God!  Wonderful!" she exclaimed.
She ducked her head.  "I screamed like a banshee!"

      Terry rolled his eyes, and Jackie burst out laughing, "So did I!"
They all chuckled for a moment, then Jackie waved her hands at her mother.
"Go!  Take care of your man!  We'll be in my room - I've GOT to get out of
this dress!"

      Jennifer snatched up the tray and padded upstairs, nodding to the pair
as they parted company.


      Jason entered the media room with Consuela, the petite upstairs maid,
in tow.  Armand was sitting in an armchair, leaning forward, watching events
in his ex-wife's den unfold on the sixty inch screen before him.  Felicia, a
statuesque redhead, knelt before the chair, her ass in the air and her head
on the floor, turned to the right so that she could see Armand.  She was
making noises through the ring gag in her mouth; Armand had four fingers
buried in her ass.  "Shut up, Felicia," Armand muttered distractedly, "I'm
trying to hear the soundtrack!"  He locked eyes with her's which were
partially obscured by the blinder rig she was wearing, "Unless you want me
to go for the wrist?"  Felicia's outburst subsided to harsh breathing, and
Armand sighed.  He'd hoped that her will would be as pliant as her body, but
it had broken like a rotten stick under only moderate pressure - which was
pleasant, but once done...  He reluctantly followed the thought process
through to its conclusion: of all his toys, only Sharon seemed to have any
resilience, any pliancy...

      Consuela took one look at Felicia's plight and whimpered, but she
didn't move; she knew better.  Jason was, if anything, a bit more brutal,
physically, than Armand - even when they weren't together, and he didn't
feel that he had something to prove.

      Armand took notice; Consuela was only a bit over five feet, and had
that curiously spare but softly rounded build that makes for really
beautiful Hispanic girls - if she were a horse, she'd be a thoroughbred.
She'd spent a few weeks as Armand's toy, once, and he'd decided to keep her;
thus, she was the upstairs maid, her degree in Business Management
notwithstanding...  "Don't feel that you have to damage her to compete,
Jason - I'll be displeased.  Care to swap?"

      Jason showed his teeth, nodding.  "Sir."  Yes, Felicia was indeed on
the way out - Armand didn't share anyone who had his primary attention, it
interfered with his control.  Looking down into her eyes, Armand experienced
the satisfaction of seeing from the expression on her face that she knew it,
too.  But she said nothing, and moved not a millimeter - only her face
betrayed her humiliation.

      Armand withdrew his fingers from Felicia's distended ass and wiped
them on a towel, making a slight grimace of distaste.  "She needs a
cleanup," he announced.  Turning to Consuela, he directed, "Go get the enema
kit - the big one - and ask Charles to bring around something for her to
expel into from the playroom."  Turning to Jason, he asked, "Anything else?"

      Jason's teeth were still showing.  Both of them were aware - as was
Felicia - that she would get the wrist, now, at least.  Felicia turned her
head to the left so that she could see Jason and whimpered.  "No, Sir," he
replied, blandly, "I'll make do."

      "Fine."  He turned back to Consuela.  "Hurry along, then, and bring
more towels."  Consuela turned to obey, but Armand stopped her at the door
with a word, "And Consuela?  You're overdressed."  Consuela didn't blink;
despite the fact that she would be elsewhere for the next few minutes,
following her master's instructions, she immediately unzipped and stepped
out of her French Maid's frock and released her small round breasts from her
black brassiere.  As she bent to undo her stockings, Armand held up a hand,
"Leave them, for now."  He waved regally, and she turned to obey his
instructions, her bare ass swaying seductively as she left the room - the
outfit was, of course, pantyless...

      Armand sighed.  Once again, he'd put off instant gratification.  "Turn
around here, Felicia, and let's see what you've learned about throat
fucking."  He waved Jason to the seat next door.  "Back us off to the IR
footage at the Porter house, will you?  It's about two a.m., I think..."
Jason began playing with the DVD player controls, and Felicia knelt up.
Armand thought about it a moment, and turned to Jason, "I'm going to pull
the ring gag, if you don't mind..."  After all, he HAD ceded Felicia's use
to Jason.

      Jason, concentrating upon the DVD player, waved a hand, "That's fine,
Sir - I don't get much out of it either.  If I feel teeth, there are other
actions I can take to instruct her..."  Felicia shuddered, wide-eyed, as the
possibilities occurred to her.  Armand pulled her head into his lap, and
removed the ring gag, passing her the soiled towel (turned to a clean area)
to wipe up the excess saliva with while the redhead worked her jaw.  Armand
opened his silk robe and undid his pajama bottoms, pondered the fact that
Felicia was cuffed behind her back for a moment, frowning, and slid them to
his ankles himself, rather than uncuffing her.  Then he pulled her head into
his lap, where she stuck her nose in the pubic hair at the root of his
slowly extending erection and began laving the stalk without prompting.
There WAS something to be said for perfect service, on occasion, Armand
reflected.

      "Ah!  Here, Sir?"

      Armand glanced up.  "Yeah, that looks like it."  Armand sat forward a
bit and lifted Felicia's chin, "Okay, you can start now," he announced
blandly, placing a hand behind her head.  "Let me guide you."  He
demonstrated, pulling her head toward him and her mouth onto his cock using
gentle pressure with the hand.  "Watch me," he admonished, "Breathing is
your problem - but you needn't worry, I'll notice if you lose
consciousness."  He pulled her head forward until he was rooted,
deliberately choking her with his length, while his attention returned to
the screen.  He held her there for a moment, watching the early going where
it looked like Tenisha and Draper were going to be the main attraction.
Felicia gasped and gurgled and suffered, but did not struggle to back off.
He let her off, and after a moment began to urge her forward again; despite
the discomfort, Felicia slid her mouth onto his erection apparently
willingly.  As she began to gag the second time, Armand marveled mentally at
the willpower that held her there, choking.  It wasn't his hand - he'd only
gently pressed on her neck - she hung there, suffering, without any effort
on his part to hold her.  He released her again, concentrating on the screen
as Nora knelt to take the young black boy's cock in her mouth for an
extremely short blowjob, allowing Felicia to suck in air and stabilize.
Since he'd broken her about a week previously - mostly using mind games,
with actually very little physical persuasion - Felicia had turned into a
model of compliance, apparently not only accepting humiliation and abuse,
but reveling in it - she was, apparently, a 'pain slut' something new in
Armand's experience.  Her pliant attitude invited excess in dealing with
her, and Armand couldn't resist looking for that point where the instinct
for self-preservation caused her to resist him, since she apparently had no
will - but he was beginning to fear that she had no such instinct!  She
would make a fine house slave for someone who valued willing compliance, but
Armand - and Jason, for that matter - got his enjoyment out of crushing his
victim's resistance.  This presented a problem...

      On the screen, Nora stripped, revealing herself to Nate, who reacted
with unexpected pleasure to the exposure of her rather generous ass.
Armand, almost unconsciously, tugged Felicia forward while he chuckled at
the black boy's reaction.  Nora's indication that sex was an option, and
Nate's demurral and announcement that he and Nora were a couple captured
more of his attention than Felicia's throat working on his glans; he was
somewhat surprised to feel her going limp...  He released her head and
stroked her cheek while she wheezed her breath back.

      Consuela returned, enema kit balanced upon a stack of towels.  Charles
arrived towing what was in effect a cross between an adult potty chair and a
reclining examining table - a reclining backrest and stirrups over an open
hole with a tub below.  Armand grimaced, turning to Jason and admonishing,
"Take it easy."

      Jason, impressed with Felicia despite himself, nodded.  His "Come
here, slut," was almost gentle.  Felicia rose, sad eyes on Armand as she
acknowledged her fall from grace, and minced over to kneel before Jason.

      Armand, eyes on his naked daughter making out with her new boyfriend,
directed Consuela, "Dispense with that, come over here, and kneel up!"
Consuela hung the enema bag on a hook on the side of the chair and hustled
over to Armand, arriving just in time to take the first thrust of his cock
in her pussy as Nora announced that she wanted Nate's cock in her right
away!  Armand just buried it and let it soak while the kids on the screen
skated around the issue of birth control.  He looked up at Jason, who had
Felicia draped face down in the chair, pumping her full of soapy water, and
directed, "Call the gynecologist.  He'll see Nora on Monday."  Jason fished
out his phone and PDA, ignoring Felicia's swelling belly.

      Armand began slowly stroking Consuela as Nora worshipped Nate's cock.
"She's quite the..." Jason stopped dead, glancing at Armand to collect his
approval before finishing, "...cockhound, isn't she?"

      Armand nodded.  "I think she's as surprised as everyone else!"

      Jason showed his teeth again, and turned to Charles, "More water."  He
then turned his attention to the phone, invoking his override powers to
trump the gynecologist's answering service.  Felicia whimpered a bit as
Jason absently rubbed her clenching asscheeks.

      Armand slowly pumped into Consuela as he watched the black boy do a
creditable job at the juncture of Nora's thighs, then picked up in reaction
to the main event.  The boy - Nate? - showed what Armand considered to be
uncommon concern over the reduction of Nora's hymen; Armand had half-
expected him to just climb on and pound away.  The slow start allowed Armand
to control his own action until the pairing on the screen became a screaming
blur and Nora surged in completion.  With no thought whatever to Consuela's
condition, Armand emptied himself in her pulsing channel.  The couple's
cleanup efforts were mirrored by Consuela's as she cleaned Armand's cock
with her tongue.

      Armand glanced up at the breakpoint; Witherspoon's team doubtless had
full video of the couple's trip to the Wilson home, but just as certainly
had decided that it wasn't worth transmitting.  Jason was absently
delivering another glass of water into Felicia's enema bag.  The poor girl
already appeared to be about four months pregnant...  "Jason!" Armand
roared, "Restraint!"

      Jason glanced up, "Huh?  Oh!"  A glance at Felicia revealed that she
was in dire straits.  He closed off the valve and extracted the nozzle, then
directed Felicia to roll over.

      Armand waved Jason over impatiently.  "Do you have the appointment
yet?"

      "No, Sir," Jason replied, "He's on the golf course, apparently.  I've
had him paged."

      "Very well," Armand groused, "Stay on it."  He regarded his aide
levelly and continued, "About Felicia - stop trying to get her to fight;
it's not in her nature, apparently.  The woman has no sense of self-
preservation, apparently, and if you go trying to find it we're likely to
have a dead woman on our hands."  He stared even deeper into Jason's eyes,
"Should that occur, I will be EXTREMELY displeased - do I make myself
clear?"

      Jason turned white.  "Yes, Sir."

      "Go play, then, but use some restraint.  Don't damage her any more
than I already have," Armand rumbled, waving him off, "And get me that
appointment!"  He dragged Consuela onto his lap and resumed the video.

      Jason returned to Felicia, who was now supine against the reclining
backrest gripping the handles beside it tensely.  Her distended belly was
one big cramp. But she knew better than to let go...  Jason stepped up
beside her and began rubbing her belly, squeezing and kneading.  Felicia bit
her lips, but whimpering cries escaped anyway.

      Armand chuckled at the little comedy skit Nate put on trying to find
something to write Nora's telephone number on, and he got a belly laugh out
of Sharon's mistaken attempt at getting the couple into hiding - jerking
them from the unlit porch where their observation was limited to infrared
into an entryway that sported two pinhole cameras had just the opposite
effect from what she'd intended, and Armand thoroughly enjoyed the irony.
But Felicia's whimpering interfered with Armand's absorption of the
conversation in the den.  Armand frowned and cut the video, turning his
attention to the luckless woman and her torturer, "Felicia, child, be quiet!
You're disturbing me!"  Glancing around, Armand discovered a solution:
"Charles, give Felicia something to nurse on, so she will be quiet!"

      Charles blinked.  He was fifty, graying, and somewhat heavyset, mostly
muscle.  He was the head groundskeeper, but he was clever with his hands;
the contraption that Felicia was occupying was his rendition of one of
Armand's concepts.  But he had never actually participated in Armand's
indoor games.  He was aware of them, and tacitly considered supporting his
employer's activities a part of his job, but as a rule the outdoor staff
stayed focused outdoors, and for most of them, it was a good idea.  Charles
shrugged, stepped up, glanced at Armand, and shoved a thick finger into
Felicia's mouth, which she eagerly began to suck.  Given the blinders,
Charles nearly filled her visual field when she leaned back - which was
preferable to being absorbed in watching Jason pulp her poor, distended
belly.

      Armand chuckled.  Charles had been impressively careful; another might
have unlimbered his cock without specific permission.  Armand waved his
hand, "No, no, adjust her position for your comfort and take your pleasure
from her throat, man!  You should be rewarded for its construction, anyway!"
Turning his attention to Consuela, he asked, "Do we have another robe for
Charles?"

      "I can run and get one, Master!" she offered brightly.

      Armand smiled.  He did not require the staff to call him Master - but
several of them did.  "Fine, run along and get him one - quickly!  And bring
back a vibrator - I didn't finish you properly, so I might as well play a
bit..."  Consuela smiled obsequiously and ran from the room.

      Jason was scratching notes on a pad, frowning.  His unhappiness had
little or nothing to do with the current activity; he knew that Armand was
making a point with Charles, punishing him by making him share Felicia.  But
he took it in stride, handing the note to Armand and collecting a towel.
"Void!" he instructed Felicia, lifting a cunningly devised contraption from
beneath the seat and into a position where it was virtually certain to
capture everything while allowing a view of the action.

      The moan she let out left no doubt as to her pain or her relief.
Jason continued to knead, poke, and prod, distracting the poor redhead as
she erupted into the pan at the base of the chair.  As she stopped straining
and collapsed in exhaustion, Consuela returned with a robe, which she handed
to Charles, and returned to Armand's lap.

      Charles, who in the meantime had removed his shirt and undershirt,
slid it on and proceeded to drop his trousers.  As he stepped forward to
adjust the backrest, Jason realized that his efforts to deny him by allowing
Felicia her release were for naught; Armand was watching both of them
intently, and his will in the matter was clear.  Jason threw the towel on
her stomach and walked away, irritated.  Armand's punishment was effective;
he was no longer interested in pleasuring himself with her.

      Charles unlimbered a chubby five and a half inch cock and delivered it
to Felicia's lips, murmuring, "It's been a while, Honey - I'll probably be
kinda quick..."

      Felicia, relief and gratitude writ large on her face, opened her mouth
willingly, absorbing Charles' erection and reaching up to gather his hips,
pulling him to her.  Charles covered her breasts with his hands, enjoying
the feel.

      Armand returned his attention to the video, observing Sharon's
interview with the young couple.  Nora's announcement that she planned to
'domesticate' Nate brought a belly laugh from Armand, and the nature of
Nate's reaction was no more lost on him than it was on the two women.
Armand missed none of the indicators, to include Nora's offhand quelling of
Nate's profane outburst, or his stumbling, soul-bearing attempt at
justification of their relationship.

      Jason, once again the perfect aide, offered, "According to
Witherspoon's notes, young Mr. Adams is well known for his 'rap', a
continuous pattern of comments designed to make him appear to be a ladies
man - mostly sexist statements whose purpose was to land him women, but
usually ended up alienating them - witness the altercation with his date
that triggered the association with Nora."  Jason showed his teeth.
"Witherspoon's people on the scene indicate that Nora's first words to him
were that if he expected the evening to go well, he should keep his mouth
shut."

      Armand nodded, observing, "Amazingly, he appears to have totally
bagged the affectation.  What do we know of the EXACT circumstances of their
being thrown together?"

      Jason perused the notes in the package and fished out a couple of
photographs.  "Shortly after his rather loud breakup with Miss Porter, this
young woman followed her into the Ladies' Room."  Jason displayed a picture
of Dina, in her grey makeup, taken at the Prom.

      "Interesting looking young lady..." Armand hazarded.

      Jason nodded, "Her name is Nellis, Dina Nellis.  A 'mover and shaker',
apparently.  According to Witherspoon's report, she and the couples with her
virtually took control of the party, destabilizing the existing order and
loosening things up quite a bit.  By most accounts, she led the effort that
turned the Prom into a real party, not just a function.  Witherspoon's
people weren't specifically targeted on either her or Miss Porter, however,
so we don't know what transpired in the Ladies' Room - but we DO know that
she and her date, one Bobby McCormick," Jason fished out another picture,
this one of Bobby, "descended upon Nora and Mister Adams, almost immediately
thereafter.  The Nellis girl offered to set Nora up with Mr. Adams, and
offered some advice in how to handle him..."  He paused a moment; Charles
was apparently losing his ability to enjoy himself in total silence...

      Armand glanced up, but said nothing.  Charles' face was red and he was
having trouble standing still; Felicia was working diligently.  A slight
smile crossed Armand's face.

      Jason cleared his throat, "It appears that the McCormick boy coached
young Mr. Adams similarly."

      Armand nodded and restarted the video, listening with interest to the
discussions of birth control, himself (he found that VERY interesting) and
Nora's clear declaration that she intended to deal with whatever
consequences were visited upon her.  This last awakened a new respect for
his daughter in Armand; perhaps she DID have a few of his genes, after
all...  "Phone!" he ordered.  Consuela scrambled to get it.

      Armand found himself distracted; Charles let out an airy groan and
arched himself over Felicia, whose throat began to work spastically.  Armand
watched as the older man held himself hunched over the redhead, apparently
pouring copious quantities of seed down her throat.  "Damn, that was good!"
he gasped, patting her cheek.  Consuela returned with a cordless extension
and Armand rose to his feet; he tended to pace when he talked on the phone.
While dialing, he addressed Jason, "Do we have a live feed?"

      Jason manipulated the video system controls and multiple views of the
distaff Wilson residence appeared on the screen.  Sharon and Nora were at
breakfast; Jason enlarged that thumbnail to full screen.

      Sharon had just uttered, "I wonder when your father is going to call,"
when the phone rang (Armand was grinning on the far end at the timing) and a
familiar voice announced, "I want to speak to my daughter."

      Sharon passed the phone wordlessly, but Nora knew who it was from the
stricken look on her face, "Daddy?"

      "Good morning, Daughter!" Armand greeted pleasantly, "How was the
Prom?"

      "I had a good time," Nora admitted cautiously.

      "And after?" Armand set the needle.

      "I'm guessing that you know," Nora retorted, archly.

      Armand was unperturbed, but he was enjoying the spirited display. "I'm
aware of many of the particulars, but I'm asking for your personal opinion.
How was Mr. Adams?"

      Nora took the phone from her ear for a moment; Armand could see the
wheels turning.  "Quite good, actually.  When I contrast him against my
other lovers, I'd have to give him an A minus, but..."

      Armand chuckled, but there was steel beneath.  "I recommend that you
have more lovers before making comparisons.  Still, I felt that he did a
surprisingly gentle job of parting you from your virginity."  There was a
moment's pause, then: "I recommend that until you can develop independent
evidence otherwise, you assume that I am aware of everything that you are up
to..."

      Nora took a chill at this, but bore up well.  "I'll bear that in mind,
Daddy.  I'd always assumed from our limited contact that Mom was your
primary target.  In any case, since I must assume that you were somehow
watching, you should know that I wasn't faking anything - Nate was quite
enjoyable as a lover and I intend to enjoy him again, regularly!"  Nora
settled back in her dining room chair, proud of herself, awaiting the
explosion.

      It didn't come.  "Excellent!" Armand replied.  "Based upon my initial
assessment, I approve of young Mr. Adams, and I approve of your handling of
him.  Do as you will - at the very least, you will both obtain valuable
experience; if you succeed in domesticating him, who knows?"  A pause ensued
while Armand enjoyed the look of surprise that flickered across Nora's face.
"Daughter, I believe that I have underestimated you, assuming that you were
nothing more than your mother's get.  Sober reflection causes me to wonder
if I underestimated her, too.  With that in mind, I may from time to time
offer you certain opportunities to obtain personal growth, success at which
will lead to others.  I may extend these opportunities to Mr. Adams as well,
if it appears warranted."

      "What if I marry him?" Nora asked bluntly, still trying to force a
reaction.

      "Irrelevant," Armand replied.  "If you do, I want it to be for good
reason, not to spite me - and for that reason, among others, I give you
leave to do as you please in this matter without interference or prejudice.
Some of life's lessons are best self-taught, and I am not a model of success
at family relationships.  Therefore, you will succeed or fail on your own at
this task."

      Nora grimaced, "I guess I'm not going to be allowed to provoke a
reaction..."

      Armand chuckled, "But you HAVE, Daughter!  I am pleased with you!
Keep trying - it is an opportunity for personal growth!"  Another chuckle
escaped him, then, "Pass the phone to your mother, child."

      Nora wordlessly passed the phone to Sharon, who took it gingerly.
Having the advantage of being able to see her, Armand announced without
preamble, "It appears that you may have periodically done something right,
after all!  While I will continue to investigate him, I have no issues with
Nora's choice in male companions at this time.  In fact, I'm highly pleased
that she had the backbone to take on such a challenge!"  He paused a moment,
enjoying the play of expression on his ex-wife's features, then: "You will
write her a note excusing her from school starting at," he glanced at
Jason's notes, "10:00 a.m.  Jorge will pick her up in my limo to take her to
my staff gynecologist, who will examine her and prescribe methods of birth
control.  She is to telephone my office regarding future needs in this area
- I will see to it that she gets the best.  Are we clear?"

      "Yes, Armand," Sharon murmured tonelessly.

      "Nora's exercise in team calisthenics reminds me that your sexual
horizons have been somewhat limited for some time.  That doesn't seem fair
to me...  You DO appear to enjoy sex, still - even with me..."  Armand
smiled, watching Sharon's vain attempt to hide her reaction to his teasing
"isn't that right?"

      It killed her to admit it, and she blushed crimson, but she uttered
the only possible answer, "Yes."

      Armand pretended to be pensive, "Yet, I have no evidence that in
between your visits to me you conduct any sexual activity at all - even
playing with yourself!  Why is that?"

      "I-I" Sharon stopped, unable to continue.  How could she answer with
Nora sitting right there?  "Uh, because I don't!"

      "Why not?  Surely you don't think I expect to approve your sexual
partners?"  Armand watched Sharon sit staring at Nora, fearful that she had
divined the subject of the conversation.  Sharon finally opened her mouth,
but he forestalled her, smoothly, "Yes, you do - and you would be correct."
The steel under the velvet in his voice was distinctly detectable.  "Still,
I don't think I'm doing you justice.  How long has it been since our last
encounter?"

      "Uhhh, two weeks," Sharon replied, voice beginning to shake.  Where
was he going with this?

      "Seventeen days is more like it," Armand corrected.  "Did you enjoy
it?  Hmmm, probably not - as I remember it was just a blowjob, more for
little Felicia's entertainment than anything else.  Remind me to discuss
Felicia with you next time - she's been a surprise, and I think you may have
contributed to it."  Armand turned and locked gazes with the redhead.  Yes,
the realization that there was no possibility of escape that Sharon's
treatment had engendered had probably been pivotal...

      Actually, Sharon HAD enjoyed it - at least that part of her that
reveled in Armand's abuse had...  But she couldn't admit it, and that
inability was one of the things about her that gave Armand pleasure - that
and the fact that her face gave her away...  Grinning, he continued, "Next
time, we'll do anal - be ready.  In fact, why don't you come around on
Wednesday?  We can discuss our offspring, before - or during..."  Sharon was
endlessly entertaining, he mused, as he watched her cringe and shudder with
arousal simultaneously.  Sharon DID enjoy anal sex - but was even less
capable of admitting it.  It was wrong, and dirty - and it was capable of
generating powerful orgasms in her when Armand cared to do it right.

      Armand chuckled and set the next needle: "In the meantime, what can I
do for you?  Send you some toys?  Jason, make a note.  How about a nice
black buck of your own to keep you in tune?  Someone decorative, that you
can take to bleeding heart charity functions, but with a nice long, fat cock
to stick in your holes?"  Armand's pleasure was more than evident as the
woman's image on the video screen shaded toward the red.  "But why be
stingy?  Maybe I should round up two or three, to visit you in rotation, or
- dare I say it? - simultaneously?"

      Nora looked on, amazed, while her mother, beet red, clutched the phone
in a white knuckle grip and shook.  What was he saying to her?

      "I-I really don't need that, Armand," Sharon forced out.

      "Nonsense!" Armand disagreed, "At a minimum, you can expect the toys
and some videos this afternoon, by courier.  Use them, or I will send
someone along to help you, understood?"

      "Yes, Armand," Sharon choked out.

      "And another thing," Armand pressed, "It is past time that you
informed our daughter that our sexual relationship continues in force - I'll
not have her holding your weak bones up for sainthood."

      "B-but...!" Sharon sputtered.

      "Do it, my Dear," Armand ordered, "or I will - and I'll show video
footage to prove it!"

      "V-video?" Sharon was aghast.

      "Of course," Armand replied, unperturbed, "I'll tuck a couple in with
the other videos in this afternoon's delivery."  He paused a moment,
enjoying the visual effects of this new revelation.  Sharon was near
apoplexy.  With artificial gentleness, he continued, "I know this is a big
step for you, so I'll give you a couple of days - but if you don't comply, I
WILL show her, and then send her home to find you being checked for air-
tightness by three big black bucks!  Do you know what that means?"

      "N-noo..." Real fear gripped Sharon.  Whatever it was, it couldn't be
good - and she had a sinking feeling that it would be Armand's new favorite
threat.  And he ALWAYS followed through, eventually...

      Armand chuckled, "It means that each of them will be filling one of
your available holes with cock!  Now are we clear?  Or do I start looking
for candidates?"

      Sharon shook like a leaf; the threat was classic Armand - horrible,
yet magnetically compelling.  It would live in her dreams, good and bad, for
the near future...  "I understand," she choked out.

      "Good," Armand purred.  "I'll see you Wednesday, then - at eleven, I
think.  Unless something else comes up...  Remember to use the toys - but
not on your ass, I want it nice and tight!"  Armand hung up.

      Sharon followed suit, slowly.  "My God, Mom, that looked awful!  What
on Earth did he say to you?  It's not fair that he should abuse you like
that over me..."

      Sharon smiled ruefully, "Don't fret over it, Hon, you were barely a
subject of conversation."  She sighed, then: "Your father knows all of my
buttons, and he enjoys pushing them.  I think he hit just about the whole
keyboard, this time..."

      "What...?" Nora began, but Sharon continued, "Your father's limo will
pick you up at school at ten tomorrow to take you to his gynecologist."

      "Is that wise?" Nora asked.

      "It will save him the trouble of breaking and entering at another
doctor's office to obtain your medical records, then blackmailing the doctor
to fill in the blanks," Sharon smiled thinly.  "Besides, Armand hires the
best - you need have no worries that the doctor is a quack.  It's a win-win
situation."

      "That wasn't it," Nora announced positively.

      "No, Hon, but the rest was aimed at me," Sharon replied, obviously
intent on closing the subject.

      "Mom, I saw your face!  WHAT DID HE SAY?" Nora wouldn't let it go...

      Sharon sighed.  "Your father has decided that my sex life is
inadequate."

      "Well, he's probably right," Nora offered, "since you're getting
nothing at all..."

      Sharon colored.  "That's not quite true, Hon..."

      "Mom?" The query was ominous.

      "You should know by now that your father never really lets anything or
anyone go..."  Sharon swallowed nervously.

      Nora blinked.  "You and Daddy are still sleeping together?"

      Sharon could barely raise her eyes to her daughter's face.  "I
wouldn't call it anything that civilized, but - yes, we have sex, just about
every time I go to see him."

      Several pieces of the puzzle fell into place for Nora.  "Oh.  That
explains why you act so weird when you come home afterward.  I figured he
was just abusing you."

      "Well, it's all a part of it," Sharon amplified.  "It's not really for
fun, as much as it's him leaving a fresh mark on me."  She paused a moment.
"There will be a rather embarrassing package arriving by courier later
today.  Sex toys.  And... videos.  For me to entertain myself with."  She
squared her shoulders.  "Some of the videos are of your father and I,
apparently.  They might be instructive.  You need to know..."

      "...That he probably has fresh video of me and Nate?" Nora drew the
inference.  Somehow, she avoided being shocked.  "Are these kinds of thing
just tools to him, or does he enjoy it?"

      "A little of both, Hon," Sharon sighed, "Maybe we should be flattered
- undoubtedly the surveillance he places on us is fantastically expensive.
In his twisted way, I suppose he loves us."

      Armand, watching this conversation via the video cameras, blinked and
sat back in his chair, suddenly sober.  He reached out and switched off the
feed.

      Jason watched him, sidelong.  This was the closest he'd ever seen
Armand to emotional vulnerability, and he didn't want to trigger the
backlash.

      But it didn't happen.  Armand snatched up the vibrator and turned it
on, inviting Consuela to position herself on his lap with her legs spread so
that he could use it to maximum effect.  He glanced up at Jason, and
grunted, "Call Witherspoon.  I've an errand for one of his people."  Jason
nodded and turned to execute.