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 The Estate (C)2003 d.  edwards/san francisco

   Chapter 49

   I Julie leaned back from her desk, rubbing tired eyes as she dropped the
phone back in its cradle.  Several hours of calls had left her with little
else but a growing sense of unease about Elena and John.  The information
she'd culled from the stack of documents in front of her matched her
discreet inquiries almost exactly; too exact in fact, for Julie to not
pursue the matter any further.  There was simply too much of an
inconsistency between what she's learned about John upstairs in the nursery
and the man his wife had described to the staff.  Elenas' statements and
the records of abuse were beginning to look too tailored, too...neat... 
for the couple Julie had become familiar with these last few weeks.  She
looked around the desk pondering her next move......

   II.

   In the small penthouse bedroom next to her office, Elena rolled over,
untangling her legs from under the warm body resting next to her,
stretching in post-coital pleasure, her lover reaching over for a last
quick kiss of her derriere as she headed for the shower.  Rinsing off the
mornings excitement from between her legs, she felt that incredible surge
of pleasure once again at her situation and the circumstances that had come
together to bring her here so easily.  Drying herself she again stretched
before the full length mirror to admire herself, raising her arms in a
classic Playboy bunny pose where she could see the last trace of pale
yellow bruises to leave her arms and neck.  The more livid bruises on her
breasts reminded her of the gorgeous stud still on her bed, waiting for her
next command.  The thought of having that kind of power brought a sudden
flush to her loins and she turned and walked back to the bedroom,
contemplating her next orgasm before going to work.  'On his tongue this
time', she thought with pleasure, as she rolled his well muscled body over
and none to gently lowered herself onto his waiting mouth.

   III.

   In the executive suites of the Estate, far from the retraining
facilities, the Director dealt with the legitimate, investment arm of the
Estate.

   There, surrounded by an anxious cluster of staff, The Director pushed
back from the conference table with a snort of annoyance, looking over them
with a baleful glare.

   ''Who extended our position in this trade?'', she snapped, ''Who dared
to override MY trading program to do this?'' There was silence as she
watched them silently, waiting.  After a long beat one of her exec's, a
slender young man, mid-20's, stepped forward uncertainly.

   ''Uh, Ma'am.....you did.'' he said.

   ''I.....?'' she paused, quickly hiding her reaction as she then sat back
a moment to collect herself.  Overriding her programs was a more subtle bit
of business than any one person in front of her was capable of.  Who ever
was behind this trade......  Her staff watched her cautiously, now a bit
more confident and relaxed that her considerable anger wasn't directed at
them....for the moment at least.

   ''I need you all here to not let a word of this meeting leave this
room.'' she said quietly.  ''As far as you know this position we've taken
is a good one, and we need to keep up the illusion that we will continue to
increase our exposure.  I would appreciate your discretion in this
matter.'' They nodded in unison.

   ''Now please get back to work.''

   Chapter 50

   Jasmine lay on her bed, frustrated and sore, the sheets around her damp
and stained from earlier that evening.  Her boyfriend Pierre had been so
understanding that first night when she'd shown him the mesh, crying in his
arms as his hands explored the rough surface covering her.  She had been so
grateful for his attention that first night that he awoke that next morning
deep in her throat, as she caressed the base of his swollen cock with her
tongue and lips till he exploded, filling her mouth, something she had
never allowed him to do up until that morning.

   She thought back to that first week wearing the mesh; it had been hell,
the itching from her returning hair had driven her to distraction, and her
increasing frustration had kept her near tears, angry and sullen most of
the time.  Pierre was no help either, she thought glumly, realizing she was
loosing control of their relationship.  They'd been used to having sex at
least four or five times a week, usually at her initiative, and the sudden
change had been difficult for both young people.  But what had at first
been an admirable patience on his part had gradually turned to an
insistence for some sort of relief for himself.  That she'd initially
denied him her breasts that first week had only added to his frustration,
but she had been too ashamed to reveal them until the bites and bruises of
another mans passion were completely gone.

   As a result, to placate him sexually, she'd resorted to increasingly
more inventive techniques in bed to keep him satisfied.  For the first week
several quick hand jobs had kept him somewhat content, but recently he'd
insisted on her tonguing him to orgasm.  At first she had done so half
heartedly, with him on his back so she could control the penetration, but
in the last few days he'd become more aggressive, insisting on being on
top, with him kneeling over her.  This was something she hated because it
gave him to much access to the back of her throat and she couldn't control
his thrusting when he started to come.

   She hated the taste of semen, and seeing her distaste he'd taken a
perverse liking to pulling out to the edge of her lips when his first pulse
washed onto her tongue, making sure to coat her mouth with cum before
plunging back in to finish draining himself deep in her throat.  In the
beginning they'd tried everything to get past the mesh, to see if they
could give her some relief from her enforced chastity.  Vibrators, dildoes,
fingers; nothing got past the stubborn barrier.  The worst night had been
with her favorite dildo which had a curve at the tip for touching her G
spot, the one area not quite covered by the mesh.  But the doctor had done
too good a job, as Jasmine discovered after several frustrating hours,
lying there sweaty and moaning with her lips wrapped around Pierre's cock,
her vagina empty, lips swollen and weeping with unsatisfied lust.

   After that they'd stopped trying all together, it being too painful a
frustration for her to endure.  Pierre now only touched her when he desired
to, when he wanted pleasure, not even pretending to be concerned about her
any more.  She hated it, of course, but she couldn't stand the idea of
living alone with no one to desire her, no one to hold and sleep with. 
'And who would do that with the way she was now?' she thought, tears of
self pity stinging her eyes.  Who?  Certainly no one she knew among all the
handsome friends she and Pierre hung out with.

   And this evening...that had been the worst for her, the lowest she could
have imagined sinking in a relationship.  It had started out well enough:
she and Pierre with their friends at a local bar, chatting and drinking; a
pleasant distraction for her, their company easing her torment long enough
to enjoy the evening.  After that, a long slide into disaster, starting
with a slow dance that brought Pierre's erect cock to attention between
their bodies, rubbing her mound under her sheer dress hard enough to start
that slow warmth to gather between her legs.  Later, back in bed, she began
crying in frustration around his cock, annoying him enough to push her off
him and get up in disgust, throwing a suitcase on the bed beside her and
begin packing it with his clothes.  She had begged him to stay, crying and
pleading, rubbing her body up against him and slowing his movements enough
for her to make one final offer to keep him there.

   Sobbing, she'd crept back onto the bed and knelt, facing away from him,
raising her hips and reaching around with her hands to slowly separate the
cheeks of her perfect derriere, revealing her exquisite little rosebud,
offering him her anal virginity.  There had been no sound in the room other
than the sharp intake of his breath and her quiet muffled crying.  After a
long moment she heard the drawer next to the bed open slowly and then felt
a dollop of KY settle on her anus, causing it to pucker in reaction to the
cold.  His finger rubbed it over her slowly, pushing a small quantity past
the tight ring, massaging it, making it yield slightly and allowing him to
slip the first knuckle of his finger into her rectum.  She gasped at the
intruder, revolted but unable to move, her anus trying to push the invading
finger back out as he coated her insides with lubricant.  She moaned in
humiliation as he pushed another finger in alongside the first, adding more
KY and began separating his fingers, stretching her to make room for his
cock.

   ''Ask for it,'' he said, surprising her with his voice.  ''Ask me to
fuck your ass; say 'Please put your cock in my ass and come inside me' '',
he insisted, forcing his fingers deeper inside her.  She moaned in
distress, unable to say the words.  He spread his fingers further apart,
causing her to cry out sharply.

   ''Say it.'', he insisted, continuing to press deeper, ''Say it now,
Jasmine, sweetheart,'' his cruel endearment stinging her.

   ''......please put y-yyour....''' she sobbed weakly, the humiliation
choking her words, not able to make herself continue.

   ''OK, don't say it with words,'' he said, '' Say it with your asshole
then, push yourself onto me, open yourself and slide me inside.'' She
moaned, knowing she couldn't refuse any longer, she began to move back
towards him, offering herself to his stiffened cock.  Removing his fingers
he placed the head of his cock between her cheeks, her anus still slightly
open and glistening, and he waited, knowing she could feel the thick head
resting there at her entrance.

   Nauseous with fear she rocked her hips up and down, hoping to somehow
coax an orgasm out of him before he could penetrate her, but wise to her
tactic he rocked with her, letting her know she could stall no longer. 
Crying softly she slowly slid back against him, tipping her hips, trying to
catch the thick head with the edge of her anus, but his cock kept sliding
over her now tightened ring.  Impatiently he grabbed her hip and, holding
his cock in the other hand, forced it down against the taut ring,
stretching it open slightly and slipping just the broad head of his cock
into her rectum.  She screamed into the bed, trying to lean forward away
from his cock as he continued to slide into her, his thick member
stretching her painfully wider, drawing it onto him in a deliciously hot
squeeze that almost made him come.

   Fully impaled in her, his hips rubbing her quivering cheeks, he savored
the feeling of his cock deep in her rectum, the soft tissues so different
from her cunt.  Putting both hands on her hips, he slid her forward,
drawing his slick member out almost completely before pulling her back and
plunging into her once again, listening to her begging him to stop, sobbing
and pleading just to stop for a minute, offering him anything to get him
out of her backside.  He smiled at her pleading, adding another dollop of
KY to the flesh stretched around him, and began slowly sawing in and out of
her.  Kneeling on the bed and leaning over her, he reached for her tits and
grabbing them by the nipples he again pulled her back onto him.  Her cries
had turned into a high screech every time he hit bottom, and he did so
repeatedly, working his way past her loosening anus, trying to stab deeper
each time.  He pumped hard for several minutes, squeezing her nipples, and
played with his impending orgasm, staying on the edge as her cries turned
to moans timed to his thrusts.  Gradually he felt her hips shift, and her
hands crept back up to her cheeks, pulling them apart, her anus relaxing
and accepting him.

   Feeling her finally submit and open herself completely to his cock sent
him tumbling over the edge.  With a groan he began to come, speeding up his
thrusts and draining himself completely, spurt after spurt, deep inside her
as she cried beneath him.  He collapsed on top of her, resting on the soft
cushions of her ass, slowly forcing her down flat onto the mattress.  His
hands were still trapped under her breasts, pinning her nipples painfully
between his fingers and the bed.  He began to soften but was still jammed
deep inside her rectum, the torn ring of her anus holding him there, his
cock pulsing its last pleasure.  She lay there under him, now resigned to
the discomfort, feeling his cock slowly slide out of her, followed by a hot
stream of semen, blood and KY oozing out over her lips and onto the bed
sheets.  He finally stirred, rolling off her as he gave her breasts one
last squeeze, pausing only to wipe himself on the sheets before resuming
his packing.

   She lay there quietly until the front door clicked shut behind him,
rolling over only to move from the cold bloody stains under her.  After a
long while she pulled herself up off the bed and walked carefully, legs
apart, into the bathroom to clean up.  Squatting over the bathtub she began
moaning again as the warm water rinsed her swollen anus.  Drying herself
carefully she slipped on a fresh pair of panties and added a thick pad to
catch the remaining blood and semen that was still seeping out of her.  She
took a tranquilizer and returned to her empty bed, alone this time.