Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Strange Relationships
Part: 10
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples from Second
Best and their families.
Keywords: MMF oral anal D/s humil

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Strange Relationships

Copyright © Thinking Horndog, 2006 im_a_thinker@yahoo.com

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Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you’re not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you!  If you’re too young to
be legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer’s imagination.  You get the idea.

Chapter 10
Armand Mixes in the Hernandez's Affairs

	Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing.  From the
office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon
appeared to be handling her new situation well.  But in the car on the way
home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion,
things were even worse.  Everyone on staff was walking around as if on
eggshells.  It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the
situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed camp!
Bianca wasn't even there, she was with the Wench -- and not because her
presence was required.  No, she and the Wench were having 'girl talk';
Armand rolled back the video feed from the Wench's quarters to Bianca's
arrival, and discovered that she had fled her own rooms to avoid an ongoing
confrontation between her mother and father.  So the Wench was acting in
loco parentis, soothing her while watching over Bianca's completion of her
Algebra homework.  Armand replayed the day's catch from the Hernandez'
quarters and caught two vituperative exchanges against a background of
sullen hostility, one of which had occurred just as Bianca was arriving home
from school.  Well, this wasn't going to do...  Armand tapped his fingers on
his mahogany desktop while her pondered methods of alleviating the crisis.

	Tapping the intercom, he uttered one word, "Jason..."

	"Sir."  Jason answered immediately.

	"We have a problem among the staff."

	"Yes Sir."

	"Let's discuss it."

	Jason let himself into the study in under ninety seconds.  "Sir."

	Armand speared him with a look.  "I rely upon you to resolve these
little difficulties...  But you can't this time, can you?"  Armand couldn't
resist the dig, and Jason understood; to pour salt on a wound of this type
was in both their natures.

	"No Sir."  Jason sucked it up; the only question was, how bad would
it get?

	"Especially, since you're at the root of it," Armand pressed on,
twisting the knife.  "Does Raoul know?"

	Jason sighed, something highly emotional for him.  "I doubt it, Sir
-- else he'd have probably tried to kill me by now.  And I don't think Inez
has made any clear admissions; I think she merely did or said something that
confirmed his suspicions."

	"She's not being the contrite, dutiful wife, either," Armand
observed.

	"No Sir."  Jason showed his teeth.  That Inez was standing up to her
worm of a husband amused him no end.

	"Got any ideas?" Armand asked.

	Jason had a few, but they were... destructive.  "No good ones, Sir."

	Armand nodded, sighing.  "I guess I'll have to take a hand, myself.
It is fortunate for you that you are so valuable to me."  He eyed Jason
while this soaked in.  "Since you've been using Inez as your personal slut,
I suppose I'd better ask whether you can deal with the implications if I ask
Inez to take over Raoul's domestic duties."  Armand's regard became a
clinical evaluation.

	Jason froze.  He knew what Armand was talking about; Armand would
use Inez periodically, as he did all of the other females on the staff -- it
was virtually a condition of employment.  Jason was pretty sure he'd even
used Velma, the cook, once; the heavy Jamaican woman wasn't terribly
appetizing, either, although Jason got a mild kick out of her personality.
And her tits were HUGE...  Jason shook himself; he was avoiding the
question, something you didn't do with Armand.  Would it bother him if
Armand plowed Inez's ass periodically?  No, he decided, not as long as it
wasn't serious...  "I guess not, Sir.  As long as it's for the usual
reasons."

	Armand nodded, barely avoiding a grin.  The slut was important to
Jason -- that much was clear, else he'd never have qualified his answer!
Jason knew he was in deep shit over this, but refused to disassociate
himself from the woman to improve his position in the matter.  "I think I
can agree to that."

	"Sir."

	"Send for Raoul.  And call Kansas City; see if they have any
openings for Raoul's primary vocation..."

	"Sir."  Jason ducked his head and got out of there.  He couldn't
remember ever being in this deep with Armand before; he wondered when the
other shoe would drop.  Certainly, Armand planned to punish him; HE would in
Armand's situation...  He keyed his phone, "Raoul, the Boss wants to see
you.  In his office."

	Raoul all but snarled; his anger at his wife overflowed everywhere,
and Jason was a prime irritant, anyway.  "Yes, Sir."

	Jason's voice was frigid.  "I think I'd get my temper under control
first, if I were you."

	Raoul came up short.  "Yessir."

	Jason didn't even respond; he hung up on Raoul and called Kansas
City.

                         --------------------

	Raoul presented himself to his employer: "You sent for me, Sir?"

	Armand eyed him with mild distaste.  "Raoul, while you are adequate
at what we will term your primary duties, we seem to be continuously
attempting to tune your more decorative daily activities, to the point that
my patience is wearing thin.  Now, on top of that, there is this uproar that
you have brought to my home.  I'm displeased; I expect things to run
smoothly around here, without loud altercations.  What, exactly, is the
problem?"

	Raoul scowled.  "My wife, she is unfaithful."

	Armand eyed him.  "You have proof of this?"

	"I know!  In here!"  His face a study in righteous anger, Raoul
pounded his chest with a fist.

	"Not exactly evidence good enough to use in divorce court," Armand
observed blandly.  "Besides, I'm well aware that you avail yourself of some
of the female staff on occasion..."

	Raoul waved this off.  "I am the man!  Beside, the worthless puta
has not been performing her duties as a wife, preferring to act as a whore
for others while denying ME my rights as a husband!"

	"Ah."  Armand eyed the pompous little man for a bit, barely managing
to throttle his amusement at this display of machismo.  "It occurs to me
that perhaps it would be better if the pair of you were separated..."

	"We cannot divorce," Raoul insisted.  "We are Catholic."

	Armand let this pass; he knew better, but in Mexico...  "Still,
perhaps if you were elsewhere for a bit, things might improve.  I am unable
to envision your maintaining your current position here, but perhaps I can
find another post for you in my organization -- or perhaps you would prefer
that I seek out a colleague with similar needs?  Inez and Bianca may remain
here, for the moment..."

	Mild suspicion flickered across the back of Raoul's consciousness.
Was Mr. Wilson fucking Inez?  Nah.  He did better, daily...  "Thank you,
Sir."  Obviously, Raoul had stepped over the line, and there was no going
back -- again.  Too bad, too -- this had been good, generally, while it
lasted.  If Mr. Wilson could find him something elsewhere, he could start
again -- without that puta of a wife of his...  "I would prefer to stay in
your organization, Sir, but if that is impossible, I would be glad of your
help in placing me elsewhere..."

	Armand nodded, stone-faced.  "Excellent.  In the meantime, I don't
think you should return to your quarters.  I will send someone to collect
your things.  Obviously, you have strong feelings in this matter, and I want
no blood drawn.  Speak to Jason; he will assign you bachelor quarters until
you can be reassigned."  Armand turned away, dismissing the small man.

	"Sir."  Raoul wasn't pleased; the whore had lost him his job, and
he'd intended to get even with the bitch!  Now, that pleasure would be
denied him.  Still, Mr. Wilson was probably correct -- he might kill the
worthless cunt, which would be a further embarrassment to his employer...

	Jason was on the phone to the company representative in Kansas City.
Competition was fierce there for various resources, and several competitors
had offices in the city; as a result, espionage and corporate sabotage went
on regularly.  It was one of the few places in Armand's organization that
rated its own squad of hired thugs.  "Jacobson?  It's Jason Kemp."

	Jacobson was NOT the name of the man on the other end of the phone
-- or at least, not the one he started out with.  But then, Kemp wasn't
Jason's last name, either.  "Hello, Sir.  What can I do for you?"

	"I have a hunk of hired muscle here that can't keep his true nature
from showing.  As a result, we can't keep him around the corporate
headquarters any longer.  Do you have any openings for a blunt instrument?
A VERY blunt instrument?" Jason queried.

	Jacobson frowned at his phone.  Shit!  While he didn't, really, he
knew that this 'request' was more of a demand; obviously, the troublemaker
needed a new address.  "Well, a new face might come in handy -- most of us
know one another...  What's he look like?"

	"Mexican.  About five feet eight.  Slick, greasy looking.  He's
quite the artist with a knife, though..."

	"Not too imposing.  I don't suppose he's any too smart..."

	"Nope.  Like I said, he's a VERY blunt instrument.  He requires
supervision, if you don't want him to fuck up on you."

	Shit.  Jacobson was NOT thrilled.  "Hmmph.  Is this temporary?"

	"No.  If he fails to work out for you, we're going to have to cut
him loose.  You're his last stop," Jason related.

	A light bulb went on in Jacobson's brain.  This guy sounded
disposable...  "Awright, send him along -- I'll find entertainment for him.
If he doesn't work out, I'll cut him loose.  What does he know?"

	"Hmmmm.  Quite a bit, actually.  He could be an embarrassment in the
hands of a competitor..."  THAT was a complication Jason hadn't thought
about.  The little bastard was generally loyal, though...

	"Well, if I can't use him locally, I can put him in contact with
some people south of the border."  Jacobson had a couple of ideas already;
if he sent Raoul south, he'd probably be DOA.  But the Boss Man didn't want
to know that...

	"Fine.  I'll make the arrangements."  Jason hung up to find Raoul
had entered the room behind him.  He covered his surprise well, but Raoul
sensed it, anyway, and was secretly pleased.  He hated this prick with a
passion; too bad he couldn't knife him on the way out...  "We have people in
Kansas City," Jason related, scratching notes on a pad.  "This man,
Jacobson, will collect you when you get there and put you to work.  This is
your last chance, here.  Don't fuck it up."

	Raoul somehow managed to keep from losing his temper totally; the
temptation to tell that supercilious bastard Jason what he thought of him
was intense.  Instead, he gritted his teeth and grunted, "Mr. Wilson said to
have you assign me other quarters, and have someone collect my stuff."

	Jason eyed the pompous little bastard.  Yeah, that was a good idea;
else he'd be tempted to use his toad-sticker on Inez.  Murderous rage
accompanied that thought, but Jason's face never changed.  "Fine.  There are
a couple of rooms in the south wing -- have Boris assign you a room there.
Pack your stuff when you get it, though -- you'll depart in the morning.
Oh, and remember that you are not to touch the Wench."

	Raoul nodded, his eyes hard.  At least he'd never have to deal with
Jason again -- THAT was a plus!  Jason nodded his head in dismissal, and
Raoul quit his presence, much to the relief of both individuals, headed for
the south wing.

	Jason called Boris on the intercom, "I'm sending you Raoul to
quarter for the night.  Lock him in if you have to -- we're concerned that
he'll do something stupid to Inez.  On second thought, best not, I guess,
but put a yard boy on him until he departs tomorrow morning.  Pete, maybe.
Have him get some boxes and go down to Raoul's quarters, first, and collect
his stuff.  Got it?"

	"Da.  Yes, Sir.  It will be as you say," Boris replied, and Jason
signed off.

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	"Inez."

	The voice on the intercom was one that filled her with fear and
dread.  Mister Armand!  Was their time in the Wilson Hacienda at an end?
Had Raoul finally ruined things totally?  "Mister Armand?"

	"Please see me in my office as soon as possible," Armand directed.

	"Si -- Yes, Sir.  Right away."  Inez was out of her chair like a
shot.  Armand, watching her on video, was amazed at her alacrity.  On the
way up the stairs and down the hallway to Armand's office, Inez composed her
plea for mercy and employment while braiding her thick black locks between
two hair bands, one at the top, and one at the tip.  By the time she arrived
outside Armand's door, she had the braid pinned in a spiral bun.  She
composed herself, straightened her housedress, and knocked.

	"Enter!"  Armand looked up from his monitors and again examined the
woman who was at the heart of the current uproar.  In a plain, unflattering
housedress, with her hair in a bun, Inez looked plain, severe, and somewhat
dumpy.  The dress was deliberately drab, no doubt; Armand had seen the woman
nude while Jason used and abused her, and knew that while she was no fox,
there was a certain draw to her.  She was apparently about thirty-five, had
heavy breasts that the dress was unable to hide fully, wide hips, and a
stocky waist.  Armand's first thoughts on the matter had been surprise that
Inez was in any demand at all, but upon sober reflection, Sharon wasn't any
major visual draw, either...  "Sit."  Inez did so, in an armless upholstered
chair placed there for the purpose.  "You and your husband are disturbing my
home.  Why?"

	"Raoul is..."

	"Is the problem Raoul?  He claims that you have been unfaithful..."

	Mister Armand's eyes bored into Inez, paralyzing her throat.  It
took a moment, but she stammered out, "I have been abused and raped, many
times...  But I have not been unfaithful."

	Armand raised an eyebrow.  "Really?"  This was her justification,
then...  "Why did you not come to me about this?"

	"I..."  Why HADN'T she?  Because...  The thought flitted past, and
she examined it, then hid from it.  "I... thought perhaps... it was..."

	"Allowed?" Armand answered for her.  "Expected?  Certainly, many
women have had things done to them that they were reluctant to do within
these walls -- but YOU are neither an employee nor a guest.  No, I think you
are avoiding the issue..."

	"There would be trouble..."  How long could she dance around while
Mister Armand shredded her excuses with those eyes?

	"True, as far as it goes.  That is why you did not tell your
husband; we'd have come to this, or worse, long ago.  But it does NOT
explain why you did not come to ME..."  At the last moment, Armand
substituted 'ME' for 'Jason or myself'; total ignorance was something he
didn't want to project.

	"It wasn't anything I couldn't handle..."

	This was the wrong thing to say; Mister Armand's smile became
totally carnivorous.  "Don't you think it is time that you admitted the
truth?  That you enjoy Jason's use and abuse as much as he enjoys dealing it
out?"  Inez's eyes popped.  "Oh, yes, I'm aware, and have been for some
time.  But it wasn't immediate, and if you had come to me, I'd have put a
stop to it.  But you didn't, did you?  Why?  Because you really didn't want
it to stop!"

	"I... I..."

	"Inez, I KNOW!  I know probably better than Jason does!  I have seen
you, in the throes of orgasm, while Jason abuses you!  Come here!"

	Inez got up on shaky legs, and came around Armand's desk, to see the
monitor imbedded in the desktop.  Armand flicked switches, and the
Hernandez' sitting room appeared on the monitor.

	"Nothing that goes on in this house escapes me, Inez.  Nothing -- at
least, not for very long.  And you and Jason can be very entertaining.  Now,
tell me again about the rapes?"

	"It... It IS rape, Mister Armand!  I NEVER ASK Mister Jason to come
to me -- to beat me, to use me..."  Inez was thoroughly flustered.  "I am a
good catholic woman!"

	Armand got up and walked to a cabinet.  Digging on a shelf, he
collected a DVD and fed it into a player, and began fast-forwarding it.  On
the screen, Inez appeared, and began knitting with comical speed.  In a
moment, Jason appeared, and began waving his arms, obviously ranting.  A
riding crop appeared in his hand.  He closed on Inez and grabbed her by the
hair, pulling her head back.  In a moment, he shoved the whip between her
teeth, and began unbuttoning her housedress.  Things continued rapidly --
mere moments later, Inez was sucking his cock, while he mauled her fat
breasts through the open dress.  Inez watched in awe as Armand fast-
forwarded through Jason pulling her out of the chair, stripping her, and
wailing on her ass with the crop while she swallowed his cock.  Then he
jerked her up and threw her over the back of the chair and began pounding
furiously, the speed magnified at three to one.  Armand kept going until
Inez's head came up, then he slowed the playback to normal and the sound
came on.  Inez, paralyzed, watched her face on the screen -- it was a mask
of lust.  In a moment her video image wailed, "Aaaaaiiiieeeeee!!!  Chingar!
Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!"  Her eyes rolled up and she began
throwing herself back against Jason, whose hard grin showed every tooth in
his head, practically.

	Inez looked up to find Mister Armand gazing at her sardonically.
"You were saying?  Want to see some more?  Your husband has no evidence, at
this point -- but if he sees THAT..."

	Inez covered her face with her hands.  Well, she knew it, deep down,
but she could always pretend, until now...  "Does Mister Jason know?"

	Armand grinned.  "That you're a slut?  Obviously.  That he's been
recorded playing with his favorite toy?  No.  He knows that there are
cameras, certainly.  Every time he visits you, he shuts them off in the
servant's wing.  But I planned for this, long ago.  I think that this should
be our little secret, don't you?"

	"Si."  Such was her level of stress that Inez reverted to her native
language.

	"What do you think I should do about all of this?"  Armand queried.
"What did you hope for, when you came through that door?"

	"I..."  Certainly all of her hopes were dashed.  "I had hoped..."
Could she come out with it, after this?  She looked up, eyes pleading.  "I
had hoped... to be... a... maid..."

	"Sit."  For what had to be the first time, Mister Armand touched
her, pushing her back toward the chair, his hand in the small of her back.
He seated himself in his chair and gazed at her over his bridged fingers.
"I have several options, here.  I can put you all out, and call the INS.  I
can take your husband's part, and provide him with the materials required to
ruin you in a divorce, which leaves several options in dispensing with you.
I can take yours, against your husband -- again leaving me with several
options in dealing with either or both of you.  Or I can just stay out of
it, and let the two of you deal with it in whatever manner you end up
using."

	Inez fairly quaked.  The simpler, more sensible solutions all
appeared to leave Inez -- and possibly Bianca -- in grave danger, on the
street, or deported.

	Armand paused for a bit, then continued.  "The fifty thousand foot
view, however, leaves out a few things.  It makes no sense to support Raoul
as opposed to you, since his tenure in my house would be short, in any case.
If I dump you all out, there exists the possibility that it could backfire
on me, unless I have you all dealt with permanently." Armand grimaced in
distaste, which was possibly scarier than his poker face; it said he COULD
have them all killed, and had an appreciation of the issues.  Inez's fear
knew no bounds -- Jason didn't scare her like this, especially now.  She had
the tools and the experience to deal with his violence.  Mister Armand, she
had no handle on.

	Armand sat there, drawing things out.  He could smell the Hispanic
woman's fear, and it was impossible that he not milk it for his enjoyment.
Finally, he continued, "Letting the pair of you continue to abuse one
another extends the uproar in my house, and risks your life, at least; I
imagine that if Raoul goes overboard, there will be two murders for me to
deal with, and I would lose the services of Jason, whom I consider a
valuable asset."

	Inez nodded dumbly.  Raoul was such a fool; when he got going,
killing her was an option for him, if she didn't protect herself adequately.
The second half of Mister Armand's assumption also made sense; Mister Jason
would undoubtedly avenge her, at least.  God knew how much he hated Raoul.

	"Sooo, let's see, what does that leave?"  Armand's expression left
no doubt that he was toying with her.  He leaned forward.  "I have already
taken certain actions.  Tomorrow, I will send your husband to Kansas City,
to work for my branch office there.  If he succeeds, fine; if he fails, he
will leave my organization.  I have directed Jason to see to it that the
pair of you are kept apart until his departure, and that someone be sent to
collect his belongings."  Armand leaned back, glowering.  "But that leaves
me saddled with you and your daughter.  And without anyone to perform the
services that Raoul provided, however poorly, in this house."  Armand tapped
his desktop for several seconds.  "This maid thing -- were you serious?"

	Inez's heart leaped!  "Oh, yes!  Yes Sir!  I cook, sometimes, you
know!  I can do the other things, too!  The silver, the china, the supplies
-- I can do these things!"  She wanted to lunge out of her chair, run about,
kneel, beg -- anything!

	"And Bianca?  Scratch that..."  Inez's blank flash of fear was the
only impetus for the query -- it served its purpose in the instant it was
uttered.  Still, it was time to reel in his prey...  "As an employee, you
will no longer merit the protections that I provide dependents -- even
though you did not take advantage of them.  You must answer to Jason -- and
to me..."  Armand waited.

	Inez knew caution.  What was Mister Armand saying, exactly?  She
ALREADY answered to Mister Jason, after a fashion; certainly, having
legitimate authority over her might lead him to excess, but THAT was a
challenge that she felt up to.  No, that wasn't it, exactly.  Mister Armand
was obviously waiting for her to see something else...

	Then it hit her; Mister Armand had both beaten and had sex with
Consuelo regularly.  He had sex with the Wench, too, and EVERYBODY knew that
he abused the puta something terrible!  Velma even admitted that he'd had
her, too, sexually, during a conspiratorial moment.  Leticia, too -- ALL of
the female staff had felt his hand and his cock!  One would have to have
been blind not to notice this; in fact, Inez knew that at least two of the
staff had entered this house as the puta had, looking to become Mister
Armand's woman.

	Inez's expression indicated her arrival; Armand's eyes hooded, and
he sat back.  "I see that you begin to understand.  Ultimately, I control
everything that goes on in this house.  Jason is my right hand, but I can
and do take a hand whenever I feel it is necessary with the discipline of
the staff.  In addition, I feel it necessary that they understand that I
hold dominion over them in an intensely personal way, and I reinforce that
understanding on a regular basis, especially among the female staff.  Am I
being clear?"

	"Yes, Sir...  You will..."  Mister Armand was using big words, but
the upshot was that he would use her, just as Mister Jason did!

	Armand left no doubt.  "I will use you, if, when and however I
please.  And I will punish your transgressions, physically."  He leaned
forward, and engaged her with his hypnotic stare.  "One of the reasons that
I showed you the video was to make it clear to you that your portrait of
yourself as a 'good Catholic woman' was self-delusion, a falsehood.  You are
a slut, a wanton who enjoys being used violently.  If I offer you this job,
you will be MY slut, as well as Jason's.  I have discussed this with him,
since he is an interested party -- he is in agreement with me that whatever
your status with him, you will service MY needs in the same manner as the
other women in this house.  Do you understand?"

	Inez nodded dumbly.  'Dios mio, Mister Armand is going to make ME a
puta, too!' flickered through her brain.

	Armand rubbed his face, largely to wipe off an impending smile.
Inez was an open book; she was simple, fatalistic, and her face hid nothing.
No wonder Raoul KNEW she was fucking around, once he got around to looking
for it!  Hazing her would be a lot of fun...  "Because Jason has an interest
in you, I will be watching you closely to ensure that you toe the line with
the others; on the other hand, you can thank Jason for the fact that I am
making this offer in the first place; I value Jason, and I see this as a
unique opportunity to see to his needs."  He chuckled.  "I can't imagine how
this could get any MORE complicated..."  Armand stopped dead.  The
expression on Inez's open face said SHE could...  Armand tilted his head,
re-engaging Inez's eyes.  "Suddenly, I think you want to tell me something.
Something important..."

	Inez's stomach went through the floor, leaving a hollow place behind
it.  Oh, God!  He knew!  His eyes seemed to glow; Inez knew that she was
going to have to tell him.  How had he guessed?

	Armand waited out the pregnant pause, raising an eyebrow.  Finally,
Inez lowered her eyes, and whispered, "I am... with child..."

	Armand blinked, sat back in his chair.  In a moment, his shoulders
began to shake, a low rumble issuing from his throat.  Inez, watching,
wondered for several seconds if he was going to leap up and rip her lungs
out; the sound raised the hair on her arms!  But it soon became apparent
that Armand was laughing.  Armand couldn't even sit up in his chair; his
lungs were paralyzed from his mirth!  This had to be the damnedest
situation...  "Obviously, the child is Jason's?"  Inez nodded, wide-eyed.
Armand suffered another paroxysm, tears rolling down his cheeks.  "Woman,
have you ever heard of birth control?"

	"The Pope says..."

	"You know, the Wench told your daughter this -- now I'm telling you!
The Pope tells you that so another bunch of ignorant Catholic peasants will
be born to extend his weakened power base!  Do you eat eggs?  Are you
concerned that they represent chickens that will never be born?"  Armand
chuckled again.  "Now you DO have a problem, because it IS a life!  Jason
will be..."  Armand guffawed.  "...Beside himself..."  He wiped his eyes.
"You'll be lucky if he doesn't beat you until you miscarry!"  He sobered.
"How long?"

	"Ummm, six weeks..."  Inez was at a loss -- this was funny?

	Well, it was ironic, but that would do.  Obviously, this whole thing
was well-timed.  Six MORE weeks, and it would have fallen apart on its own,
and undoubtedly there would have been a bloodbath.  "You will tell Jason,"
he directed.  "You will tell him immediately, or you will leave this house
immediately.  No, scratch that -- Jason is responsible for this mess; I
won't allow you to make it easier on either him OR you at the expense of the
child's welfare by running.  Still, I think you will require shielding from
his initial reaction, you little fool.  Let me think."

	Inez didn't know whether to be happy or horrified.  When Mister
Armand mentioned leaving, it was instantly the only thing to do -- but then
he retracted the demand, insisting that it was the fool's way out.  Inez had
been fearing Jason's reaction, and Armand crystallized those fears.  But she
wanted Jason's child; she wanted the hold on her lover that the child
represented, too.  IF she survived the announcement...

	Armand grunted, sat forward.  "I don't know why I should help you --
you're SUCH an idiot!  What is the benefit to me?  I can let Jason or your
husband kill you -- Hell, they might actually work together for once! -- and
I can take Bianca and train her to sex slavery, starting immediately.  By
the time she's the Wench's age, she'll be incredible!"  Inez's eyes were
huge, and her mouth opened and closed like that of an aquarium occupant.
"The only way I stand to gain from this is if you accept the maid's
position; if you don't, I have no reason to put up with you, and every
reason to dispense with you as I dispense with your idiot husband..."

	"I want it!  Please, please, Mister Armand..."  Inez was up out of
the chair and around the desk on her knees, trying to wrap her arms around
Armand, blubbering.  Armand shook his head; she was SO easy to manipulate...

	"You understand what ELSE this means?  You will divorce your
husband, whatever your religious views -- you're a slut, anyway, so you can
drop all pretense.  I will discuss it with Raoul before he leaves, to ensure
that he understands that it is for the best.  In fact, I will insist that HE
initiate the process -- after all he is the injured party..."  Inez's
shoulders shook; Mister Armand was being brutal.  "I intend to punish you,
as no doubt Jason will, too.  You will accept whatever punishments we mete
out as your due.  Do you understand?"

	Inez merely nodded her head, her face buried in his lap.  Armand
couldn't help it -- he was hard.  This was what he lived for -- total
control!  "Fine.  Then it's time to discover why Jason values you so much.
Since your head is already in my lap, you can suck my cock while I try to
figure out how to preserve your foolish life when Jason discovers you are
pregnant!"

	Inez looked up, crestfallen, but Armand merely returned her gaze.
This was a new thing to Inez; she'd been brought up to expect that only her
husband could expect to be serviced by her.  Jason had changed this,
somewhat, but he had always clothed it in something akin to rape.  Mister
Armand, however, fully expected her to act like a slut...

	...And he seemed to divine the reason for her hesitation.  "What are
you waiting for?  We've already determined that you are a slut, so there is
no reason for pretense.  Get on with it!"  Thoroughly humiliated, Inez began
working at Armand's zipper.

                         --------------------

	Ninety minutes before, the Wench had been 'relaxing' against the
bars in her kennel in her 'palatial quarters' as she referred to them when
humor struck her, when Bianca minced in, lugging her bag of schoolbooks.
"Can I hang out here?"

	"Sure, Hon.  It's not much, but it's home..." the Wench waved,
grinning.  "What's up?"

	"Mama and Papa are at each other's throats.  Papa has decided she's
been unfaithful..."

	"Well, there IS Jason..." the Wench replied, "although I'd classify
that as a selfless act of sacrifice..."

	Bianca chuckled.  "You wouldn't if you'd heard her once she got
worked up!"

	The Wench shrugged.  "I gather there is a pleasurable component, but
with Jason?  I can't see it being all that great..."

	"I don't understand it, either," Bianca shuddered.  "I've seen the
beatings.  But Mama cums regularly -- and more than once!"

	"Well, it'll shake out.  In the meantime, why don't you go ahead and
do your homework?  I'll be here if you need me."  The Wench settled, tailor-
fashion, on the floor of her kennel.  Bianca stretched out on the bare
floor, and started reading her World History.  The pair communed for a bit,
desultory conversation about this and that keeping either of them from
complete boredom while Bianca worked her way through her various subjects,
then Bianca settled upon her crossed legs, emulating the Wench from outside
the open kennel door, and they began something with more of a resemblance to
'girl talk'.

                         --------------------

	By the time Raoul arrived at the south wing, Pete had gotten the
word.  He was to escort Raoul to a room near his, then collect some shipping
boxes and proceed to his quarters and collect his things.  After THAT, he
was to keep an eye on the diminutive Mexican cutthroat, ensuring that he
didn't go chase down his wife in the dead of night and murder her.
Phillippe would take over the watch at about two-thirty.  If possible, he
was to keep Raoul from realizing that he was under surveillance, but stealth
wasn't required if Raoul started anything stupid.  It was an ugly set of
instructions; Pete had a hard time appearing cheerful when he met Raoul in
the south hallway.  "Hi, Raoul, Boris asked me to show you to a room."
Raoul merely nodded, his face fixed in a scowl.  "What's up?"

	Raoul glared.  "My faithless slut of a wife is sleeping around with
someone..."  His glare became even more fixed as the possibility that that
someone could be Pete filtered through -- but he dismissed the idea; Pete
was too young and handsome -- he had his pick of women, and wouldn't be
interested in Raoul's stupid fat cow of a wife...  "Senor Armand (since he
was leaving, why bother with 'Mister'?) has decided that we should be
separated to keep me from killing the worthless puta."

	"Puta?"

	"Whore."

	"Oh."  Pete filed that away for future reference.

	The pair proceeded down the hall until Raoul heard a familiar voice
issuing from an open door.  Raoul glanced in and stopped; his Bianca was
there, talking to the whore Felicia, who everyone currently called the Wench
for some reason that escaped him.  Turning, he stepped inside, leaving Pete
fidgeting in the doorway.  "Daughter."

	"Papa?"

	"I am leaving in the morning; Senor Armand wants your mother and I
separated to keep me from wreaking my vengeance upon her.  You will go with
me."

	"Ummmm, I don't think that is a good idea, Papa."

	"Why not?"  Raoul's features, which hadn't really cleared, began to
darken again.

	"You have your work, Papa.  I have school, here.  If I go with you,
I will be a distraction to you," Bianca said carefully.

	"You are my daughter.  I will deal with it."

	"I think I should wait here with Mama until this all blows over."

	Rage filled Raoul.  "It will NOT blow over!  I am DONE with your
faithless whore of a mother!"

	"Still..." Bianca replied carefully.

	Pride made Raoul's voice cold as he absorbed this new loss.  "Sure.
Stay with your mother.  Between her and Senor Armand, in two years, you'll
be a happy little puta who spreads her legs for whoever she is told to, like
THIS one!" he sneered, waving at the Wench.  Turning, he stalked out.  Pete,
embarrassed, made shift to follow.

	Bianca turned to the Wench.  "I'm sorry.  That was mean."

	The Wench shrugged.  "He's right about one thing; I'm a bad example
to you.  He described me pretty much exactly.  I don't have any problem with
it, but it's not for everybody..."

	"Still, it was nasty..."

	"You missed the point, Hon.  He wasn't trying to hurt ME!"

	"Oh, I know.  But Papa is an extremist."

	The Wench grinned, "So am I, in my own way."  The pair resumed their
conversation.

                         --------------------

	Pete settled Raoul a few doors down.  "Let me know if you need
anything.  I'm gonna go collect your stuff."

	Raoul nodded, glaring.  He couldn't seem to change expressions.
Pete wasn't sure that he blamed him, either; Raoul was obviously having a
tough day.

                         --------------------

	"Jason."

	"Sir." Jason responded to the page immediately.

	"Come to my office.  We need to discuss Inez's duties."

	"Sir."

	Armand glanced down at his lap where a visibly unhappy Inez had
taken up the first of her new duties.  She was working his cock to the best
of her ability, licking and sucking, kneeling before his chair, humiliation
pouring from her eyes.  Things had been bad enough before; Mister Armand had
just made them worse by an order of magnitude by calling Mister Jason to
him!  Inez knew better than to stop what she was doing, but Mister Jason
would be SO angry...

	Armand was taking sustenance from Inez's incredible discomfort.  The
woman was absolutely transparent; apparently, she'd never heard of a poker
face...  The horror, shame and degradation were painted all over hers,
overlaying her innate fatalism.  Armand couldn't resist stoking the fire
again.  "Get out of that dress, Slut.  I need to understand what there is
about your body that Jason finds so irresistible.  No, you can't stop what
you're doing -- work around it.  If you goof off, I'll slap you."  Somehow,
Inez managed to look even more agonized as she began unbuttoning the
housedress.  "Keep looking at me.  I want to see your eyes."

	Inez watched Mister Armand as she struggled with her conflicting
tasks.  To know Mister Armand was to know that she WOULD be slapped, even if
she did well...  Mister Jason was going to walk in on her like this,
kneeling in her panties with Mister Armand's cock in her mouth...  Inez's
mind screamed as it offered up pictures of the probable consequences.
Mister Jason's cold rage would know no bounds; what little consideration
their previous relationship might have granted her would disappear...
Struggling to get the cap sleeves over her shoulders so she could wriggle
the dress off of her hips, Inez took a moment to remove her lips from Mister
Armand's erection.  "If Mister Jason sees me like this...  I don't see how
it helps..."

	The expected slap came, rocking Inez.  Armand jammed her face back
down over his erection, deliberately choking her with it.  "You'd be right,
Slut, but Jason will understand.  You see, he is to be punished, too, and he
knows it.  You are unique, in that at this moment, at least, you offer me
unprecedented leverage on Jason.  I'm going to use that leverage to punish
him for his part of this debacle while I punish you."  He released her so
she could breathe.  "Hurry up! I want you naked when Jason arrives!"

	Inez's hands and mouth continued to work, but her mind was a pool of
frozen horror!  'Naked!  Dios mio!  I will die for certain!'  But her hands
pushed her dress over her full hips and worked it over her knees to pool at
her feet.

	Armand decided that if Jason was his usual punctual self, things
just wouldn't be perfect, sooo...  "Jason, check on Raoul first won't you?
I want to know exactly where he is.  See that he is settled."

	Jason, almost at the office door, rolled his eyes and turned back
the way he'd come.  "Sir."

	Armand eyed Inez.  "All right, I've granted you a reprieve so you
can be presentable for your lover.  Get out of that bra and panties.  And
undo that pigtail.  In fact, I want you to redo it as two, so I can use them
as reins to guide you..."

	Inez was beyond tears.  Mister Armand was sadistic, evil, brutal!
Mister Jason was vicious, but he was direct; Mister Armand seemed to be able
to find little ways to make ANYTHING worse...  The bra was easy, but the
panties caught on a knee and she ripped the waistband while trying to free
herself burdened by the requirement to continue applying lips and tongue to
Mister Armand's big cock, something Mister Armand forced by holding the back
of her head.  Mister Armand was apparently the same size as Mister Jason,
although Mister Jason's had more of an upward curve...  The head on Mister
Armand's cock was maybe a little fatter.  Finished with the clothing issues,
Inez started working on her hair.  Fortunately, her hands knew their job
from hundreds of repetitions; all she had to do was hold her head relatively
still licking Mister Armand's cock on the underside while she did the left
side.

	Armand didn't let her get away with that on the right.  "Surely,
Jason has taught you to deep throat!" he grunted, and jammed her head down
onto his shaft.  "If you have to hold still, you can give me throat!"  Inez,
caught unprepared, started gagging, but Armand just kept pushing.  "Do your
hair!" Armand hissed.  "You're not coming up until you do!"

	Inez, eyes watering, drooling, her stomach rock hard from attempts
to retch, hastily worked the braid.  When she finished, it was no work of
art, but it was barely passable.  Armand let her up far enough to get a
breath and try to control her stomach, but not a full release.  He waited
several seconds, until the worst was over, then complained, "You're not
sucking..."  Inez went hurriedly back to work.  "That braid is
unsatisfactory.  Redo it.  And make sure you keep me entertained!"

	'Dios mio, dios mio, what have I gotten myself into?' Inez wondered,
shaking, while she pulled out the results of her hurried efforts, her lips
spreading the flow of saliva from her recent choking over Mister Armand's
shaft.

                         --------------------

	Jason met Pete in the hallway, and got directions to Raoul's new
quarters.  Pete went on, lugging a couple of cardboard boxes towards the
Hernandez' quarters, while Jason stuck his head in.  "Are you settled in
okay?"  Not that he cared...

	"Si."  Similarly, Raoul wasn't interested in seeing Jason.

	"Let Pete know if you need anything."  Jason got out of there.

                         --------------------

	Armand's intercom lit.  "Raoul is in South fourteen, Sir.  He seems
to be adjusting," Jason's voice announced.

	"Ah."  Armand made selections on the monitoring console, and Raoul
became visible in the desktop monitor, pacing his room.  "Hurry along, then
-- we need to discuss the distaff side."  Inez was just finishing the second
pass at her right braid, while watching Armand closely and bobbing deep
every few seconds.  Her eyes held questions, but she knew better than to
raise her head to speak; Armand had rattled her with a second slap moments
before -- apparently on general principles.  When she'd finished, he
examined them, tugging, among other things.  "Perfect," he announced.  "All
right, get up and turn around.  Bend over."

	Inez did as she was told, relieved.  'Now he's going to fuck me,'
she thought, and aside from the fact that she knew that Mister Jason was
going to be coming through the door momentarily, that wasn't so bad.  But
Armand had other plans; Inez felt his cock nose against her anus.  "Oh, no!
Not my ass!"

	Armand chuckled, grabbing her pigtails.  "Can't use your pussy!  I
might disturb Jason's little bastard!  At least, not until he knows about
it!"  He started hauling on Inez's pigtails.

	Inez had been trying to flinch away, but that came to a halt; her
scalp screamed as Armand applying pressure, pulling her head back.  The
choice was clear; Inez could have bloody hunks ripped out of her scalp, or
she could cooperate by backing onto Armand's impaling cock.
"Aaaaaaghhhhhuuuuuuhhhh," she wailed, as THAT action produced its own brand
of pain to add to the fiery flashes in her scalp.  But her sphincter slowly
flowered open and accepted Armand's erection.  It wasn't as if it was the
first time -- Jason had sampled everything on multiple occasions.  Still,
the lubrication provided by her spit was limited, making the impalement
agonizing.  "Huuuuuuuuuhhhhh!  Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!"

	Armand set up a driving rhythm as soon as he was seated, controlling
Inez via her makeshift pigtail bridle.  He was good and settled when Jason
entered the room and stopped, surprised.

	Jason stood there, nonplussed.  Knowing that Armand would take Inez
eventually, and walking in on it twenty minutes after discussing it was two
different things!  The slut was totally naked, too -- Jason wondered how
quickly she'd divested herself of them, in her rush to obtain Armand's
favor.  His brow knit, and he glared at the woman he'd come to think of as
his.

	Armand puffed a bit as he announced, "Inez has taken a position as a
maid and assistant cook.  I made it clear to her that she would be punished
for her trespasses, since it is obvious that she is every bit the slut her
husband believes her to be.  I'd been wondering how I was going to deal with
YOU over YOUR part of this situation, when Inez handed the answer to me on a
silver platter."  He tugged Inez's pigtails, eliciting a grunt.  "Tell him,
Slut!  Tell him what you've done.  I want to watch his face when he realizes
the consequences of his actions."

	Jason braced himself.  This was going to be hideous, if Armand was
that pleased with himself.  Inez's eyes beseeched him as she moaned, "I
couldn't do it!  Raoul would have learned of it, and things would have been
ruined before now!  Besides, I'm Catholic!  It's not allowed!"

	"Quit talking in circles, you silly bitch!  WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO
TELL ME?" Jason railed.

	"I am with child!  Pregnant!" Inez wailed, closing her eyes and
covering her face so she wouldn't see Death coming.

	Jason stopped breathing.  His eyes popped, and his face went grey
while his mouth hung slack.  The picture was one Armand would replay many
times, because it was unique in his dealings with his majordomo.  Jason the
unflappable was totally taken aback!  "You're w-what?"

	Inez peered through her fingers, and decided a response was
required.  "Pregnant?"

	There were a hundred ways this could have played out; most of them,
if they'd been alone, would have resulted in a severe beating.  But Inez was
bouncing in Armand's grip, and therefore safe from serious physical
violence.  Jason's face shifted to red, and his hands clenched at his sides.
"It is mine?" he asked, his voice thick.

	"Si.  There has been no one else, including my husband."  Inez
ducked her head, awaiting the blow.

	Jason ached to deliver it, but the presence of his employer and
mentor inhibited him.  "I believe you, but you will be tested, nonetheless.
I will be CERTAIN."

	Armand rumbled a chuckle.  "As you can see, Jason, your part in this
will have lasting consequences.  Given that the Catholics don't believe in
birth control, they CERTAINLY don't believe in abortion!"  Armand waited
while Jason absorbed the implications, then continued, "It is my will in
this matter that you do nothing that might kill either your woman or your
child; on the other hand, the silly slut CERTAINLY deserves punishment, and
you may mete it out in whatever fashion you desire, for she is, beyond her
household duties, your slave in all things."  He slapped the heavy right
cheek of Inez's ass, "You understand, Slut?"  Inez, eyes rolling comically
in an attempt to engage his, nodded.  "Of course, that makes you MY slave in
all things, too, but I intend to make a habit of the courtesy of asking
Jason's permission before using you -- which, of course, rubs his nose in
it..."  His eyes swept up to Jason's.  "Inez was under the impression that
just because sex with you was always violent, and generally began with a
beating of some type, that she was not an adulteress.  I disabused her of
this notion; obviously, she was enjoying the whole thing too much for it to
truly be rape.  I suspect that she was actively courting your abuse..."

	Jason chuckled evilly.  He could see where THIS was going.  Jason's
methods were direct, violent.  Armand's partook of the same energy, but
built upon them, supplying a subtler mental component.  Obviously, he'd been
tying Inez in knots to get the pregnancy admission...  "It's true, Sir.  Her
husband's idiot behavior stopped being the excuse for either of us some time
ago."

	Inez cringed at this confirmation of Mister Armand's charges.  She
was a whore, a puta!  Everybody said so!  Her excuses were... lies.  She'd
been kidding herself.  Bianca had been hinting this, and she'd passed it off
-- what did a child know about the realities of life? But now it came home
to her that her daughter shared the same views as these two violent men who
held her fate in their hands...

	Armand decided to add the whipped cream and the cherry.  "Inez, I'd
stop worrying about strict adherence to the tenets of your religion.  You're
probably going to Hell anyway for past crimes, and you're soon to be
excommunicated, no doubt, anyway..."  He released her pigtails and motioned
to Jason.  "Why don't you do something to keep her mouth occupied while I
speak to her husband?"

	Jason showed his teeth.  The bitch wouldn't have any tonsils when he
got through with her!  He stepped in close and hissed, "Get me out and
swallow me, Bitch!  Hurry!"  Inez started fumbling with his trousers while
Jason took over the pigtails.  They were a refinement he hadn't considered;
this wouldn't be the last time he controlled her with them...

	Armand continued to add to Inez's difficulty by stroking her ass
while she worked to get Jason's trousers and underwear out of the way, but
stopped, buried, as she engulfed his glans, gesturing to Jason that control
was his.  Jason gave Inez no quarter, immediately going for the throat.
Inez struggled to deal with it, knowing her whole future was on the table,
here, in this place.  Armand leaned over toward his desk and began flipping
switches; in a moment, the screen depicted Raoul, pacing his new quarters.
Armand moved the video feed to another screen along the wall, where all
three occupants of the room could see it.  "Raoul!"

	Raoul stopped pacing, scowled, and stepped to the intercom control
on the wall.  "Sir?"

	"I wanted you to know that I have come upon independent evidence of
your claims," Armand related, with a slap on Inez's ass for emphasis.  Inez,
Jason's cock buried in her throat, was incapable of much in the way of
sound, but her eyes rolled.  Jason backed his cock out, but the admonishing
finger and the look on his face told Inez all she needed to know about the
results of making any significant noise.  Jason's right hand behind her head
spurred her on to a less extreme form of lip service, sparing her throat for
the moment.  Inez began to suck, obeying Jason's gesture to look into his
eyes while servicing him.

	Raoul grunted, but said nothing further, so Armand continued, "Given
the background against which this all occurs, my plans for you have not
changed; however, I recommend that upon your arrival in Kansas City, you
have your new supervisor put you in contact with our legal team there and
file for divorce, on the grounds of marital infidelity.  I will see to it
that Inez responds appropriately."

	Inez's eyes popped, and she started trying to talk around Jason's
cock; Jason resolved this by again plugging her throat.  Tears poured from
the trapped woman's eyes as the reality of the destruction of her previous
life came home to her.  Raoul would have it all his own way; she could never
go home again, never face her family.  Raoul would poison them against her,
and she would be unable to respond.  In addition, she probably WOULD be
excommunicated -- the little church in her hometown, at least, was not know
for its tolerance.  The beatific look on Raoul's face as he said, "Yes, Sir!
Thank you, Sir!" was just the icing on the cake.

	Jason was nodding at Armand; the men understood one another.  This
would free up Jason to take whatever action he felt necessary, within the
limits Armand had set.  Hell, he could even marry the silly slut!  Did he
want that?  "Suck, bitch!" he hissed, too quietly to be picked up by the
microphone.  "I'm your whole universe, now!"  He started using her, pounding
her face -- a true mouth-fuck.

	"Goodbye, Raoul, and good luck to you!"  Armand cut the microphone,
while maintaining audio and video on the incoming circuit, knowing that the
impassioned imprecations in Spanish and the jubilation of her soon-to-be-ex-
husband was adding to Inez's mental anguish.  On the other hand...  "You
should know," he addressed Jason, "that the slut did not throw herself at
me.  She asked for a job, and she agreed to my conditions for her
employment, but she made no effort to obtain my favor or distract me with
her wares.  She merely followed instructions when ordered to do so."

	As awful as things were, Mister Armand whipsawed Inez into feeling
gratitude in that instant; she recognized that if Mister Jason was allowed
to assume that she'd thrown herself at Mister Armand, their relationship
might never recover.  As it was, Mister Jason's glance contained a limited
amount of approval...

	Inez was scrabbling for crumbs, and both of the men knew it.  Armand
smiled.  "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to finish pumping her ass full
of cum!"

	Jason, equilibrium basically restored, showed his teeth and grunted,
"Make him happy, Slut.  While you're at it, you'd better make ME happy,
too!"

	Armand dug in a desk drawer, coming up with a vibrator, a 'rabbit'
model, with a little flicker for the clitoris attached to the base of the
main shaft.  Stopping for a moment, he worked it into Inez's cunt, and
turned it on.  "Might as well remind her of the other half of being a slut,"
he grunted, resuming his attack on Inez's anus, "It's not enough for her to
remember that it is her lot to spread herself for men; ultimately she needs
to remember that she does it because she enjoys it!"

	Jason grinned his hard grin and held her eyes, taunting her, "Suck,
my little whore!  Suck me good!  That's my slut!"  Inez knew better than to
get stupid about it.  Instead, she threw herself into that which was clearly
all that was left to her -- to enjoy the abuse and pain with the pleasure,
mixing them to make that potent brew that Jason had brought her to orgasm
with so many times before...