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Part 4 of 21
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Sam - Part 4

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
[comments welcome: SamanthaK(at)fastmail.fm]

The shoe expedition was a great success.  In addition to new
walking shoes, I got some loafers and comfortable casual shoes. 
But most of the shoes were to go with my new clothes that Mr.
Morton had said would be ready on Tuesday.  They were mostly
strappy flats in a variety of colors and styles.  My favorites
were a pair of Roman sandals with straps that wrapped around my
calves all the way to my knees.  I thought they would be a nice
balance to my breasts in my toga outfit.

A couple of pairs had really tall narrow heels.  I thought they
were uncomfortable and I could hardly walk in them, but Bambi
said I would get used to them and that they really showed off my
legs and butt.  After looking in the mirror, I could not argue
with that.  The shoes made all the muscles in my legs and butt
tighten up.  They gave my ass-cheeks a great set of dimples. 
Most importantly to me, they made me several inches taller.

We spent a long time trying to figure out what I could wear to
show them off.  We finally decided on a pair of skin-tight silver
shorts and a top that was a single polychrome-spandex strap
covered that looped twice around my back and over my boobs, just
barely covering my wide areolas.  The whole thing was designed to
show the maximum amount of skin without me being actually naked.
Bambi said that this would be the ultimate party outfit.  I told
her that I had never been to a party where this sort of thing was
worn, but she assured me that I would be invited to a much better
class of party than I had been used to.  She said that there was
a big demand for girls like me to go to parties just to stand
around and look pretty.  I told her I thought I could handle the
work, but the hours left something to be desired.

While we were looking at lingerie, I told Bambi how good I
thought Yvette looked in her horse's tail.

"Now that would be something to wear with those heels." She said.
 "That would really show off your rear end."

"Do you know where I can get that kind of thing?"

"Oh yes.  I have a few at home.  They are part of some Pony-Girl
costumes that Ben bought me.  The costumes have lots of
accessories, like bridles and harnesses."

"Bridles and harnesses?"

"And the cart that you pull with the harness.  There are
competitions and races and everything.  I don't have a cart.  I
never entered a race, but I was in a competition once.  I won
second place.  I would have had first place, but the other girl's
tack included connecting her harness to rings in her pierced
nipples.  The judges were quite impressed with that detail."

"Well, I don't know about the rest, but I have to see what I look
like with a tail."

"I'd like to see that, too.  I'll dig them out for you.  "

"Pierced nipples, hunh?"

"Don't even go there, honey.  For any woman larger than a D-cup,
piercing her nipples is like painting a mustache on the Mona
Lisa.  No matter how well it's done, it can't possibly be an
improvement.  Besides, I should think you would have had enough
of things hanging on your nipples."

"You're not going to believe this, but I sort of miss it."

"Tell me you're kidding."

"No.  Seriously.  I miss the stimulation.  I guess that's why I
am interested in lactating and breast pumps and everything.  I'm
looking for an excuse to fool with my new boobs."

"What about the pain?  Doesn't that discourage you?"

"I guess not.  At first it was hard to stand, but after awhile
it....  It's hard to explain.  It's not that it felt 'good', but
it was just such a powerful feeling that after it's gone you
feel...empty."

"Endorphins."

"Gesundheit."

"Ha ha.  Brain chemicals.  Pain causes your body to release
natural narcotics into your blood.  You could be getting high on
your own endorphins.  Be careful you don't turn into a pain
slut."

"'Pain slut'?  Oh, yuck.  That sounds awful."

"Some girls get hooked on the endorphins.  It makes you a
masochist.  Some take it too far and end up mutilated, or
worse."

"You're scaring me."

"I hope so.  People get addicted to all sorts of things, not just
street drugs."

"They give us all this anti-drug information in school.  But it's
all about not drinking and not doing party drugs.  Why don't they
say anything about endorphins?"

"Probably because they don't want you to know the synthetic
narcotics they are warning you about are just weak imitations of
the stuff your own body produces.  You, above all people, should
know that there is no drug that can match what you can do inside
your own head."

"You mean like making an orgasm last all day?  Or being able to
trance-out whenever I like?  That can be fun, but the more I
think about that stuff, the weirder I feel about it.  It's not
normal."

"Listen, 'normal' is just a mathematical abstraction, like
'average' or 'lowest common denominator'.  You've learned those
in Math class, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, if you get a 100 on a test and the class average is 85,
does that make you abnormal?"

"I hope not!  I've been doing really good in my classes since
some mean woman started making me hit the books every
afternoon."

"Good!  Then you're above average.  That's what 'supernormal'
means."

"Shoot!  I was thinking of wearing a fishnet teddy with a big
'S', for Samantha, on the front."

"That sounds interesting, but you're distracting me from my
point.  Can everyone in your class be above average?"

"Well, if they all studied hard, they could raise their grades. 
I guess they could all be above average, then."

"Nope.  They can't."

"Well, why not?  If everyone made 100 on the tests...."

"Then the average grade would be 100.  See?  You are talking
about measuring yourself against the average, when really, the
average is a measure of you."

"So if I can do things that are supernormal...."

"Then you just raised the average for everybody."

"So I shouldn't be afraid of the things I can do anymore than I
should be afraid of making a perfect grade on a Math test?"

"That's right.  I was concerned that when I told you to hide your
abilities that you would think I was implying that they were
something to be ashamed of.  Sam, if you can do something better
than anyone else, or if you can do something that no one else can
do, then you are just improving what's normal, not breaking some
kind of rule about what you should and shouldn't be able to do. 
I just want you to be discreet, because there are a lot of people
who don't understand this.  They think that anyone different from
them is automatically bad, and anyone better than them is somehow
a threat." 

"So I should try not to make people jealous?"

"Jealous, envious, scared, ashamed of their own inability to
measure up to you, however you want to put it   yes, that's what
I mean."

"But you were just telling me not to think of myself as 'super'.
Now you're telling me I need a secret identity."

"I guess I am.  As long as you understand that there is nothing
wrong with being 'super' and why having a 'secret identity', as
you put it, protects you.  Actually, you have a leg-up on this
'secret-identity' business.  I can tell you from experience that
lots of people are going to assume that your IQ is inversely
proportional to your bust size and being blonde just adds to that
misconception."

"Oh, great.  My secret identity is going to be a dumb blonde with
big tits."

"You'd rather be an ugly, flat-chested, brunette, Nobel
Prize-winning scientist?"

"I'd rather be a beautiful Amazon princess."

"Difficult.  Can we compromise on beautiful, blonde, Nobel
Prize-winning scientist, with big tits?"

"That works for me!"

"Good.  Then I better get you home so you can finish studying
before your date tonight."

"Awwwww.  I've been had."

"By my count, at least four times today."

"Very funny.  Want to make it five?"

"Always.  But study first.  Future Nobel Prize winners need to
keep their grades up."

"Do you really think I could win a Nobel Prize?" I asked.  

Bambi took her time answering.  "Yes," she said at last.

"You thought that over."

"Yes, I did."

I was about to complain that she took long enough to decide, when
I realized that a quick answer would have meant she hadn't
thought it through and a slow one meant that she had considered
it seriously.  Suddenly, I saw schoolwork in a new light.  The
goal wasn't to get good marks on my report card.  The goal was to
be able to do something with what I was learning.  That was going
to be much harder.  I pictured a frame on the wall in the hall
with a report cards with all 'A's on it.  Then I pictured that
frame with a certificate from the Nobel Foundation in it.  I made
myself a promise that those report cards were never going to be a
permanent fixture on that wall.

We left the lingerie department with several minimal thongs and a
couple of really lovely nightgowns.  One was green, a simple
stretch satin gown that looked elegant and felt wonderful on my
skin.  The other was a sheer cloud of white gauze that weighed
nothing and hid nothing.  The first was for sleeping in.  The
second one I did not expect to wear for more than a few minutes
at a time.

When we had put all my new things away in my closet, there was
still a lot of room left.  Bambi assured me that we would
eventually fill it up.   I thought it would take a lot of
shopping trips to fill that big closet, especially since most of
my new clothes took up hardly any space at all.  After all those
trips, I would be very well-dressed and probably very spoiled. 
Bambi had obviously spoiled her sons.  I could tell by the way
she looked at me that she intended to spoil me rotten as well.  I
told myself that I would just have to bear up under that burden
as best I could.

"OK, now go study." She instructed.  "Use anyplace you like but
the family room.  I will be cleaning in there."

"I thought you had maid service," I said, surprised that she
would stoop to her own housecleaning.

"I do, but they only come on Monday and Thursday," she said.  "I
know you and the boys will probably want to have your party down
there and I want it to be as nice as possible for you."

"Thank you!  But you don't have to do that.  I'll clean it.  I
want to pull my weight around here."

"No, honey.  Your job right now is to study.  Let me do this.  If
you are looking for chores to do, you can take on feeding and
watering the dog.  The boys tend to forget, so you can take over
that job.  Besides, Brute seems to have become attached to you. 
I'm sure he would like to have you be the one to feed him.  He
gets one bowl of the dry food in the morning and another in the
evening.  Change his water at the same time and keep his bowls
clean.  OK?"

"Oh, yes!  Thank you!  I promise I'll take good care of him."  If
Bud and Jim had failed to take proper care of him and I took on
the job, then that made him my dog.  I had never had a pet
before.  Brute would be my first.

It was after four when I finished my schoolwork.  I went over all
my assignments carefully to be sure I had everything correct and
I even read a chapter ahead in my textbooks so I would be able to
better understand the new material we would cover in the
following week.  I also made notes of things that were unclear to
me so I could ask questions about them in class.  The Nobel Prize
might never actually hang on the wall, but it wouldn't be because
I had slacked on my schoolwork.  I actually regretted that I
hadn't had this kind of motivation a lot earlier.  Who knows what
I might have been able to do?

After packing up my bookbag, I went down to the kitchen and out
the side door.  There was a tall wooden gate in front of a wooden
staircase that led down to the back yard of the house.  At the
foot of the steps and next to the house was a small garden shed
with a sink.  Under the sink was a 50-pound bag of dog food that
was about half full.  I wondered how long a bag like that lasted
a dog as big as Brute.   Next to the sink was a workbench that
was obviously used to pot plants.  I had seen some strong-looking
hooks for hanging planted baskets in the ceiling just inside the
French doors of the family room, but they were not being used. 
Since it was early spring, I thought I might volunteer to manage
the houseplants.  The idea of finding ways to make myself useful
around the house gave me a warm feeling.  Doing some chores made
me feel like I was a part of the family and not just a guest
living in one of the rooms.

Brute's food and water bowls were on the ground just around the
corner of the shed.  The food bowl was empty and the water was
half gone.  As I emptied the old water out onto the foundation
plants, I marveled at how big the bowls were.  Each was the size
of a large mixing bowl and would hold over a half-gallon. 
Everything about Brute was big.

I washed out the bowls thoroughly and refilled them.  I had no
trouble with filling the food bowl from the big bag, as there was
a scoop in it for that purpose.  I tried to carry the water
carefully to keep from sloshing it, but I stumbled over the
garden hose and got it all over me anyway.  I realized then that
I should have used the hose to fill the water bowl rather than
carrying it from the sink.  

I was standing there with water dripping off me when I heard
something crash through the woods that bordered the yard.  It
startled me.  It sounded like a herd of buffalo charging through
the underbrush and I froze as I listened to the sound of branches
snapping.

I laughed when the bushes parted and Brute bounded out of the
woods.  I shook my head as my concern evaporated and I watched
the dog approach.  Even at a distance, he looked huge.  He
crossed the yard so quickly that I hardly had time to blink, even
though I knew it was at least 200 feet from the house to the
trees.  Brute was on me in a flash, jumping and sniffing and
licking me like I was his favorite person on Earth.  I tried to
give as good as I got, petting and rubbing and scratching him as
vigorously as I could.  I was greatly overmatched, though.  He
had almost a hundred pound advantage and he was incredibly
strong.  I was in awe of the sheer power of such a magnificent
animal.  The dog was so happy to have me play with him that I
could not help but feel happy too.   His energy seemed limitless.
 Several times he knocked me to the ground as we played.  The
next time this happened, I grabbed his neck and swung onto his
back, locking my legs around his body.  Even though I was half
his weight, he moved easily, as though I was no more than a fly.
Having me clinging to his back while he ran around the yard did
not bother him a bit.  He seemed to like the new game and he ran
and jumped while I held on tight and pressed my face into the fur
of his neck.  The sensation of having my whole body against all
that solid muscle as he moved was intoxicating.  The heat he gave
off when he ran soaked into me like it had before in the house
when he had tried to lie in my lap.  

We went around and around the yard, going faster with each lap
until my hands slipped and I fell off into the grass.  I rolled
to my feet and jumped at the dog, but he shied away.  It turned
into a game of tag, where I would chase him and try to jump on
his back and he would dodge; and then he would chase me and I
would try to escape.

We spent a lot of time at this until I was too exhausted to keep
it up and collapsed onto the ground, trying to catch my breath. 
Brute stopped playing immediately and came over to see if I was
OK.  He bent down his huge head and licked my face and neck with
his big tongue until I was forced to get up or drown in
doggie-drool.

I looked down at my clothes and saw that they were filthy from
the dirt and grass.

"Oh, no!  At least these weren't my new clothes," I said, half to
myself and half to the dog.  This top and shorts would never be
the same again.

"I guess these will have to be my grubbies from now on."

Brute looked at me guiltily.  He tried to clean the green smudge
off my knee by licking it.  It was strange, the way he seemed to
know what I was saying.

"Thanks," I said.  "But I think I'll need soap for that."

I patted Brute goodbye and went back up the stairs as he trotted
off into the woods to terrorize the local squirrel population
some more.  As I reached the kitchen door, Bambi called out to
me.

"Sam!  There you are.  I wanted to know what kind of pizza you
wanted for tonight before I called in the order.  We have all
the...what the hell happened to you?"

I tried to stand up straight and look natural, but I knew it was
hopeless.  I just stood there with my clothes twisted and dirty,
looking like a poor waif.

"Good grief, child." She scolded.  "Have you been playing with
the dog or has he been playing with you?  You look like he buried
you and then dug you up.  Well, if you want to trash those
clothes, I wouldn't blame you."

"I think I'll keep them to wear outside.  I had fun playing with
Brute.  He's a sweetie."

"Go get cleaned up." She said.  "What would you like to wear
tonight?  I'll lay it out for you."

"The blue dress with the halter-top.  It will go nicely with her
green sun-dress."

"Good choice.  That one will really show off your 'tattoo'.  I'll
just run the iron over it for you."

As I got out my towels and washcloth, I wondered if all this
domesticity was because of me.  Mrs. Reynolds had never struck me
as someone you would catch holding a hot clothes-iron.  Yet, she
certainly seemed to be enjoying it.  I thought she might have
been a closet homemaker all along, but never had a chance to show
off that side of her.  'Mrs. Reynolds' would have been a
house-manager, not a housekeeper.

In addition to the shower, big bathtub, double sinks and long
countertop, my bathroom had a bidet, which was a brand new
experience for me.  I knew enough to get on before I turned the
water on, but I had never actually used one before.  After I
tried it, I didn't see how I was ever going to do without one
again.  Bambi might be a novice as a domestic goddess, but she
sure knew how to design a bathroom.

After I soaked off all the dirt and grass-stains, I started on my
hair.  I wear a short style that's easy to live with.  It doesn't
need curlers or hot-irons or mousse, which cuts down the hassle a
whole lot, but I am fussy about getting my bangs to hang just
right.  I had just reached for my makeup kit when I laughed to
myself and pushed it away again.  "Old habits die hard," I said
to myself.  I leaned forward to get a closer look at my face in
the mirror and after a couple of minutes of trance-concentration,
I had a light blush on my cheeks, pale pink glossy lips,
highlights under my eyes and a credible outliner.  I found the
only thing I could not simulate was mascara.  Apparently hair,
being just so much dead tissue, was beyond my mental control.  It
was a good lesson for me, showing me that there were, after all,
limits to my abilities.  Still, it was good to know that my
makeup would stay exactly as it was until I decided to change it.
 I could live without extra-long lashes.  The stuff was always
getting in my eyes anyway.

I was dressed and downstairs just a couple of minutes before six.
 It was a good thing, too.  When I looked out the front window, I
saw Neeka walking up the sidewalk.  She seemed to be having
trouble.  She was walking stiff-legged and she stopped a couple
of times and held on to a pole or a sign.  I was concerned, until
I realized what her problem was.  She had followed my
instructions to the letter and not touched herself for the last
24 hours.  The poor dear must have been about ready to pop from
the frustration.  Walking up the hill was probably so much
stimulation between her legs that she was on the verge of orgasm
with every step.  Just watching her was making me wet.

As I stood there, Bambi came up beside me.   One look told her
the same thing it told me.

"What on Earth did you do to that poor girl?" she asked with a
smile.

"I told her she couldn't cum until I told her to."  I grinned. 
"I'm a stinker.  But it was your idea to give her something to
think about."

"Oh, my!  You're not going to leave her like that, are you?"

"No, I just need to get her in front of Jim and Bud and I will
let her go."

"They are already downstairs.  But, why?"

"Jim and I have a bet."

"Do I want to know?"

"I bet Jim that I could get my date naked quicker that he could
get his."

"Oh, you devil.  He'll lose.  He has to know you could probably
get a total stranger naked in under five minutes.  I'm not sure
he could find the hooks on a bra in that time."

"Yes, but boys have this ego problem with being beaten by girls.
It was a proposition he could not refuse."

"Too true.  Would you like me to leave?  The pizzas came.  I put
them in the oven to keep warm.  I can go upstairs if you want
privacy."

"Oh, Mom, you're the best.  But Bambi needs to be here.  I think
Neeka has a message for you."

"You think?"

"I think a conversation took place when Fiona found out where her
daughter was going tonight.  I think the Morgan women have a lot
in common and may communicate better than many mothers and
daughters.  We are about to find out how deep that goes.  She's
here."

I waited a discreet ten-count when the doorbell rang so Neeka
would not suspect that we had been watching her 'cumming' up the
sidewalk.  When I opened it and she saw me she started panting
like she had just run a marathon.  This girl was in bad shape.  I
needed to give her release soon or I would not be able to live
with myself.

"Hi, Neeka!  Come in." I said, cheerfully.  She stepped into the
foyer and I shut the door.  When she saw Bambi she regained some
of her composure.

"Hello, Mrs. Reynolds.  Do you remember me?" she said.

"Monique," Bambi said, as 'Mrs. Reynolds', "I apologize for not
recognizing you at the coffee shop.  You have grown so much.  You
look wonderful."  She gave Neeka a hug, which was returned with
formality.

"My mother," Neeka began, and I listened attentively for what I
expected to be a coded message.  "My mother asked me to tell you
that she's missed you and would you care to come over for a
drink.  Oh.  And Dad's on a trip."

I smiled behind Neeka's back.  That could have been smoother, but
there was no mistaking the message, or the urgency.

"Neeka?" I asked, "Does your mother know what I asked you not to
do before coming to see me?"

She blushed a deep scarlet.  It went beautifully with her long
red hair and freckles.  She looked at her feet and said in a
whisper, "Yes."  She glanced at Mrs. Reynolds and blushed even
deeper.  "We made a pact to do it together.  After she knew, it
was almost as hard for her as it was for me."

I looked at Bambi.  She put a hand over her mouth.  I could not
tell if it was surprise, shock, or a sly smile she was hiding. 
Then I saw the twinkle in her eye.  She stepped into the living
room and came out with the biggest handbag I had ever seen her
carry.  I tried to guess how many toys she had packed into that
thing, but I couldn't.

"Sam, I will be up the street visiting Mrs. Morgan.  You are in
charge while I'm gone.  You kids have a good time."

"Don't worry," I said as she breezed out the door.  "We will." 
When the door was closed I turned to my guest.  "Well," I said. 
I looked Neeka up and down.  She was gorgeous.  She had obviously
gone all out getting ready for tonight and I wanted her to know
that I appreciated it.  I crooked my finger at her and she
stepped close.  I put my arms around her and kissed her gently,
just brushing her lips with mine.  I felt her shudder.  She was
ripe for the picking, and had to get to it before she fell from
the vine on her own.

"You look fantastic," I told her.  "Thank you for coming.  I've
been looking forward to this so much."

She just smiled at me.  This was truly a girl of few words.  I
could see how she got a reputation for being shy.  But I also
knew that under that shy exterior was a red-headed tornado, just
waiting to be released.  I took her hand and led her downstairs.

Jim and Bud were engrossed in a video-game, as usual.  But, to
their credit, they quit as soon as Neeka and I entered the room.
They even stood to greet my guest.  The introductions were brief.
 Everybody knew who everybody was, even if there had been little
social contact before this.  I led Neeka to the sofa, but did not
let her sit down right away.

"Neeka." I said with a hint of tone-of-command in my voice, "You
must be hot in that dress.  Take it off and let me lick your
pussy."

The dress was still in the air when her naked butt hit the couch.
 She spread her legs and reached for me with a look of lust that
told me she would cum with the first lick.  I glanced at Jim. 
His jaw had dropped to his chest.  I don't know what he expected
to happen, but this clearly beat anything he could have imagined.
 He knew the bet was lost, if he even remembered the bet at all.

I knelt between Neeka's open legs and stroked her thighs.  She
pulled her outer pussy lips apart and looked at me with a
pleading expression.  I could not make her wait any longer.

"Do you want me to lick you, or would you rather Bud or Jim did
it?" I asked her, always the good hostess, giving my guest a
choice.

"You first," she said.

"Girl, I like the way you think." I said, and leaned forward over
her sex.  I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, as if I were
about to lick her slit.  She raised her butt almost completely
off the sofa, trying to get her pussy within range of my tongue.
Instead of licking, I dropped my head and engulfed her clit with
my mouth.  I quickly sucked it partly into my mouth and tugged at
it with my lips.

The effect on Neeka was everything I could have asked for.  She
bucked almost her whole body off the sofa and let out a scream
that could have woken the dead.  She clamped her thighs around my
head so tight that I thought my eyes would pop out.  I had no
mercy on her clit.  I kept on sucking and licking. She thrashed
and bounced and screamed and shrieked and cried and whipped her
head around hard enough to snap her long hair like a whip.  After
a couple of minutes, I quit licking.  A minute after that, I quit
sucking.  It seemed to have little effect on Neeka.  She was
burning stored sexual energy and could not quit cumming until she
had exhausted it.

Slowly, she wound down to a lolling head and some incoherent
mumbling.  Her muscles were as loose as untied shoelaces.  I
pried her legs from around my head and pressed them back
together.  She fell over onto her side and stuck a thumb into her
mouth.

I stood up and looked at Jim.  The bulge in his pants told me he
had enjoyed every second of the show.  "Think you can do that?" I
asked him.  She shook his head numbly.  He got down on his knees
and made a big bow.

"You are the Master," he said.  "I am your slave."

"Get up, slave. I said.  "And limber up that tongue.  You're
going to be eating my pussy as soon as your date gets here, and I
want you do the best job you know how."

He got up grinning.  He had thought the bet through and still
could not find anything but a win/win situation.  He relaxed,
which was the best thing he could have done.  Uptight boys are a
pain.  Relaxed ones are much more pleasant to have around.  They
even talk to you sometimes.

I put some light jazz on the stereo and sat down next to Neeka. 
I pulled my halter over my head, exposing my breasts.  I eased
Neeka over to me and cradled her head in my lap.  She took the
thumb out of her mouth and I substituted a nipple.  She closed
her eyes and sucked contentedly.  I closed my eyes for a moment
while I got used to the sensation.  It felt as fantastic as I
hoped it would.  I sat and rocked her gently as she suckled, just
like Bambi had done with me.  She would recover soon and I had
nothing better to do.

Jim and Bud stared at us openly.  They were trying to decide
something and I knew what.

Jim cleared his throat and asked, "Do you still think Mom would
like us to do that to her?"

I thought about it for a moment.  "Let me put it this way," I
said, "When is your birthday?"

"July 20th."

"And what do you want for your birthday?  Really want?"

"A car.  A sports car.  Red.  V8."

"If you sit with your mother and let her nurse you for a half
hour, I guarantee she will buy you that sports car."

"Feels that good, hunh?" He rubbed his own nipples in sympathy
with what he was seeing happen to mine.

"It's a girl thing.  Don't think about it too hard.  You have the
spigot, but not the plumbing or the hormones.  Did a girl ever
suck your nipples?"

"Ah, once."

"Did it feel good?"

"Oh yeah.  But it felt...too strong?  Not really sexy.  Very
strange."

"Multiply that by ten and you will know what it's like for a
girl.  It's a closeness thing.  It complements sex, but it's not
sex.  Understand?"

"Not really. But I'll take your word for it.  You are the
Master."

"Jim, when it comes to girls   I'm an expert.  Think about it."

"Oh.  OH!  Damn.  I'm an idiot."

"That may be.  But do you see what I have been telling you?"

"You're a girl.  I don't know much about girls.  I should shut up
and pay attention."

"You have become enlightened, grasshopper."  I paused.  "Jim,
Bud, I will never lie to you if I can help it.  I will never mess
with your heads unless it's necessary to get a point across.  I
want to be your sister, your lover, and your friend.  My
relationship with your mother is even more complex.  We can all
have a wonderful time together if we start with trust and
continue with love.  Do you see what I'm saying?"

Jim looked embarrassed.  I had just proposed to him and his
brother and it had finally dawned on him what having me in the
family would mean.

"Yes.  I do."  He looked me right in the eye when he said it.  I
looked at Bud.  He was slower, but he was no dummy.  He heard the
words and he recognized them.  I watched as he worked backward
through what had just been said and arrived at the beginning. 
The light went on.

"Me too." He said.  His eyes got wide as the implications sank
in.  He looked at me, finally at me   the person, not the walking
tits or the stranger or the cheerleader or the torture victim,
but me.  In his eyes I saw a flicker of love.  It was all I
wanted.

"I see something else, too," Jim said with a sly smile.  "I see
three nipples going to waste."

It took some doing, but we rearranged everybody on the couch and
the ottoman so that everyone had someone else's nipple to suck
and there were no leftovers.  It was beautiful.  

Lying there with both breasts engaged, I decided that there would
probably never be a better time than the present to try something
I had been thinking about.  I let myself drift into the
floating/falling place in my head and I thought about my breasts.
 I pictured them swelling slightly.   I imagined the slight
pressure of having them fill with milk.  I thought about my
nipples filling and I imagined rich creamy milk flowing from
them.

A sound from Neeka brought me back.  She took her mouth off my
nipple and looked up at me.  There was a trickle of milk running
down the corner of her mouth.  I had done it.  I had lactated on
demand.  It turned out to be very easy.  I must have been primed
for it for days.

Neeka frowned and I saw her swallow.  She looked at me with a
puzzled look.  I smiled back at her and put the nipple back in
her mouth.  She cautiously began to nurse again.  I saw her eyes
widen as she got another mouthful.  She swallowed this one
without stopping and kept nursing.

Bud was on my other nipple.  He had relaxed to the point where he
had almost regressed to infancy.  He was nursing and swallowing
and thinking nothing of it.  Babies expect to get milk from
nipples.

I relaxed and let them go for a while.  Bambi was right.  There
was no feeling like it.  When they had each had about a pint I
turned off the faucet.  It was just as easy as turning it on. 
Neeka seemed disappointed when the flow stopped.  She sucked more
insistently.  I chuckled.  "Greedy baby." I scolded gently,
stroking her hair.  She stopped sucking and just looked at me,
rolling the nipple around with her tongue.  "We have pizza. 
Wouldn't you rather have pizza?"  She smiled and shook her head,
'no'.  "Thank you." I said.  "That is high praise."  I looked up
at the clock over the TV and saw that it was almost time for the
Henderson sisters to arrive.

I sat up, disconnecting everyone in the process.  "Sorry," I
apologized.  "But we will have company in a couple of minutes and
we need to get presentable.

Jim sat up with a sigh and offered his hand to Neeka, whose boobs
he and I had been honoring.  She smiled at him and let him pull
her to her feet.  She seemed perfectly comfortable being naked. 
She certainly had the body for it.  She had 36C breasts with
perky nipples that pointed skyward, a narrow waist, nice hips, a
round butt and wonderful creamy white skin with just enough
freckles to make it interesting.  When she turned toward me I
could see that she had trimmed her pubic hair into a thin strip
running vertically from her slit.  I thought that was a pity,
since otherwise it would have been a lush red bush.

Bud was the hardest to rouse.  He had seriously gotten into the
spirit of the thing and was enjoying being a baby so much that he
did not want to come back.  I leaned over and sucked on his
earlobe for a second, then stuck my tongue into his ear.  He was
awake in under a second.

"Welcome back," I said.  "Rest well?"  He nodded and grinned
sheepishly.  I saw him lick a stray drop of milk from his lip.  A
curious expression flashed across his face and he turned away
smacking his lips.

Jim had located Neeka's dress and was helping her into it.  He
seemed much more at ease with her now.  Before, he had spoken of
her so highly that I had been afraid he would be standoffish in
her presence.  That was gone now.  In fact, he seemed to be
looking at her with genuine affection.  As a bonding exercise,
this nursing thing was a raving great success.  I was certainly
looking forward to doing it again soon.

We all took turns in the bathroom under the stairs.  I remembered
being surprised the first time I had been in there that it was a
full bath with a shower/whirlpool tub and a closet full of
towels.  At the time, I thought that that might be because of all
the exercise equipment at one end of the family room, the weight
benches, stair climber, and treadmill next to the window.  If you
worked up a sweat, the shower was close by.  Now I believed that
it was just a case of the Reynolds' being thorough.  The whole
place had obviously been built to order for them.  The sundeck on
the roof was just one example of their creative ideas.

When the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of Lori and Sara,
we all went upstairs to welcome them.  I only knew Lori and Sara
from school, so I was impressed by how good they looked when they
were dressed-up.  Their oval faces, framed by their dark,
shoulder-length hair, looked remarkably similar, even for
sisters.  They could have passed for twins, expect for a two-inch
difference in height and Lori's slightly leaner face and more
mature demeanor.  They both had small breasts and slim figures,
which they accentuated by wearing low-cut stretch jeans and
platform sandals.  Both also wore similar knit tops with thin
straps.  Their tops were short, and left a wide bare midriff,
which showed off their well-defined stomach muscles.  The
embroidery on their jeans and the color of their tops were the
only differences in their outfits.  The similarity of dress made
them look even more like twins.  For them to do that, they must
have been very close.  Most of the girls I knew who had sisters
often spoke of them more as a handicap, if not an outright
nuisance.  When I saw how they had dressed alike, I knew my guess
about their relationship had been right and I decided to exercise
my bad habit of pushing my luck.

I looked out the door past the two girls and saw their mother
sitting in her car at the curb.  I waved to her and she waved
back.  Before the superfluous introductions could begin, I asked
Lori and Sara, "Quick!  What time is she going to pick you up?"

Lori was startled at the urgent question, but said, "10:30" and
looked at me for further explanation.

I asked, "Want to stay all night?  No thinking, no debate, yes or
no?"

Lori blinked once and said, "Yes."  I looked at Sara, who glanced
at Lori before echoing, "Yes!"

"Everybody come with me." I said.  "Jim, Bud - I want to hear
some 'yes, ma'am's.  Lori, Sara - Smile and nod.  Neeka   counter
duty."  I took Neeka and Lori by the hand and we ran out to talk
to Mrs. Henderson.

Seeing the six of us come out to greet her put her in an
unfamiliar situation.  Like many mothers of teenaged girls she
had got used to being treated as an embarrassing necessity when
it came to her daughter's social lives.  I was sure that most of
the time when she dropped her daughters off somewhere, she never
got so much as a wave, much less a visit so she could meet the
friends.  My brief, but very intense and highly enlightening
relationship with Mrs. Reynolds had given me new insight into
older women.  The insight was mainly that thinking of them as
'older women' was absurd and insulting.  Age did not change
people very much.  If you treated people as your equal they would
relate to you as such.  If you treated them as your friend, they
would accept you almost unconditionally.

Mrs. Henderson stepped out of the car as we came up, something I
was grateful for, since it made eye contact much easier.

"Hi," I said, deliberately not calling her 'Mrs. Henderson'. 
"I'm Samantha Kramer.  I haven't seen you for a while.  How have
you been?"

"Fine, thank you." She responded.  "Yes, the last time I saw you
was at the county fair a couple of years ago.  You have certainly
grown."  I could see she was referring to horizontal, rather than
vertical development.  She seemed impressed, but not quite sure
how to relate to me.  I closed the gap and took her hand,
companionably.  People find it very hard not to like you if you
are touching them.

"Thank you." I said in a confidential tone that indicated that I
understood her meaning.  "I went through a growth spurt a short
while ago and this was the result.  I'm still trying to get used
to them.  Listen, would you like to come in for a minute?"

The invitation put her more at ease than anything. "Oh I really
can't," she said, "Bill's waiting for me at home.  We're going
out to dinner."

"Well, I just wanted to say hi and see if you knew everyone.  I
think you know Jim and Bud over there.  And this is..."

Neeka took her cue perfectly.  "Monique Morgan." She said,
extending a hand.  I transferred the one I was holding so contact
would be maintained.  "We have only met professionally.  You were
in my coffee shop last week.  I wanted to tell you that we got in
some more of that French Roast blend that you liked." 
Businesswoman Monique impressed even me.  She came off as quite
mature.

"Thank you, Monique.  I'll stop by early in the week for a pound
of that.  It was delicious."

This looked like the best time, so I started my pitch.  "What I
wanted to ask you   and I know this is very last-minute   was if
Lori and Sara could sleep over.  My party kind of changed into a
girl-thing toward the last minute, otherwise I would have
called."

"Your party?  I thought..."

"Oh, I'm sorry.  Communications get so messed up when you let
boys handle it.  I thought you knew.  Well, it's no wonder.  They
were probably embarrassed to talk about it and it is kind of
personal.  You see, my mother is having a very hard time after
the separation.  I'm sure you heard about that?"  She nodded.  It
would be common knowledge and making her privy to some personal
detail would make her more sympathetic.  "Well, Mrs. Reynolds was
kind enough to take me in while Mom is, ah, well you know how
devastating these things can be?"  Another nod and a look of
pity.  "I'm moving in with the Reynolds for the time-being.  This
was supposed to be a way for me to let my friends know what's
going on and everything.  I just need to be with people right now
and the sleep-over thing just seemed so perfect an idea.  I hope
you don't mind?"  Neeka stepped to my side and put her arm around
me, supportively.  This girl was in the wrong line of business, I
thought.  She should be an actress, the way she picked up cues.

"Of course not, dear," she said sympathetically.  "They can stay
with you as long as they like.  I know how traumatic these things
can be and how having your friends with you can really help you
through it.  I wish I had done this after my first husband and I
went through our split.  I think it's a wonderful idea."

I had no idea that Mrs. Henderson had been through a divorce.  I
felt guilty for playing on that, but she seemed positively
enthusiastic about lending her support.  I said, "Thank you,
really.  I knew you would understand."  I stepped closer and gave
her a friendly hug.  She hugged back, just a little more friendly
than was strictly required.  I wrote that off as a vicarious
breast-enlargement experience.

"I'm afraid the girls didn't bring any night-things.  I could run
back and..." She started.

I interrupted, "No, don't worry about that.  Mrs. Reynolds," I
said, referring to the well-known local clotheshorse, "can
provide pajamas for everyone."  The actual fact was that Mrs.
Reynolds could provide lingerie for a platoon of exotic dancers,
but pajamas would be in very short supply.  Still, I was trying
to hew as close to the truth as possible.  "And we have more than
enough rooms."  I waved casually to the four-story front faade of
the house.  Mrs. Henderson glanced up with the envious eyes of a
woman living in a 40-year-old split-level with a noisy central
air-conditioner.  I could see she was regretting her decision not
to come inside for a visit.

"Well, if the girls are OK with it," she looked at Lori and Sara,
who nodded vigorously, "you call me tomorrow when you are ready
to come home."

"I'm sure it will be no trouble for us to take them home." I
said.  "Don't worry about a thing.  And thank you so much for
understanding."  

"Well, I've got to go.  You kids have a good time."  She said,
getting back into the car.

"Yes, ma'am."  Jim and Bud chimed, together.  Not great timing,
but at least they didn't blow their line.

We all waved as Mrs. Henderson drove off.  When the car was a
block away, Lori turned to me and said, "Do I know you?"

I laughed.  "I'm getting that a lot, lately.  You really don't
remember me?  Sam Kramer?  I'm on the cheerleading squad, but
that would have been after you graduated.  Do you remember Kim
Blevins introduced us last year at the Drama Club's play?"

"Well, I thought it was you, but...." She looked down pointedly.

"Oh, I get it.  Like I told your mother   growth spurt."

"Growth spurt, my ass.  Those can't be real!"

"Oh, they're very real," Neeka, the voice of authority, piped in.
 "Take my word for it."

At that moment, Bud made a choking sound.  The look on his face
told me that he had just identified the funny taste in his mouth.
 The look on his face was priceless.

Jim stepped up and put his arm around Lori.  "She is The Master,"
he said.  "Lori, I'd like you to meet my new little sister."

"What?"  Sara said.  "Somebody tell me what's going on here.  And
like right now!"

"Hey," I said, "You get to stay out all night and party.  Can I
get a 'thank you' on that?"

"Uh.  Thanks," she said, doubtfully.  "Yeah, thanks!  Gosh.  I
just thought I was going on a date, you know?  This is so...." 
She trailed off, still doubtful, but more enthusiastic.

"Let's go inside for the long version," I said.  "The pizza is
waiting."  Everyone headed back into the house at the suggestion
of food.  Neeka stayed back and walked on the other side of Lori
as we walked back.

"Lori, I hate bring up an indelicate subject, but since I am
responsible for what happens tonight I need to know   are
you...protected?"

She laughed at the deeply personal question coming from a
stranger.  "Yeah," she said, "little miss hot-pants over there
got caught with a boy in her bedroom.  Now, we're both on the
pill.  That's why the double-date business.  I'm supposed to be
her chaperone."

"Well, there is likely to be a lot of sex at this party.  I just
wanted to be sure you were down with that."

"Oh, yeah!" she said, warming to the news.  "I am definitely down
with that.  But if Jim is my date, and Sara's with Bud, aren't we
a few cocks short of a coop?  Who's your date?"

"You are." I said, squeezing her hand.  She jumped like I had hit
her with a joy-buzzer.  "She is." I said, nodding to Neeka. 
Neeka reached out and squeezed Lori's behind.  Lori jumped six
inches in the air.  "Jim and Bud are Neeka's dates, and mine, and
yours, and Sara's.  Sara is my date and Neeka's.  You are...am I
confusing you?"

"Um, not really.  I guess I just wasn't expecting...you
know...gosh!"

"Don't be coy.  And don't tell me that you and Sara haven't 'you
know'ed each other in the privacy of your own room."

"How did you...?" she began.  Then she laughed.  If I hadn't
known before, I did now.  She looked at Neeka.  "Hi there,
Monique," she said in a sultry tone.

"Call me Neeka.  Now kiss me."  She did.  I had to drag them
inside before the neighbors called the cops.

"Lori?"  I said, when the clinch broke.  "I have a bet going with
Jim that involves you.  I'm sorry, Neeka; I'm sorry about using
you the way I did."  

Neeka started giggling.  She obviously wasn't going to hold it
against me.  

"Anyway, Lori.  I bet Jim that I could get Neeka's clothes off
quicker than he could get you to take your clothes off."

"Oh, my God!  You rat!" Lori said to me.  She looked at Neeka,
who was struggling to stop laughing.  Neeka was certainly taking
this better than I hoped.  "OK, how long did it take?"  Neeka
doubled over.  She gasped for breath.  She held up one finger.

"One hour?"  Neeka shook her head.  "One minute?"  Neeka took a
deep breath and stopped giggling long enough to say, "One
second."

Lori looked at me and smiled, knowingly.  "Unhunh.  You two set
that up."

I shook my head.

"Well it was setup somehow.  You two carry on like you've been
friends forever."

Neeka caught her breath and reached out her hand to me for
support.  "Met her yesterday," she told Lori.  I pulled Neeks to
me and we put our arms around each other's waist.

Lori looked at us and thought it over.  "I think I want to join
this club," she said.  "What do you want me to do?"

"Whatever you want." I said.  "It's all up to you."

Lori asked, "Well, what was the bet?"

"If you don't strip a second after Jim asks, he has to eat my
pussy in front of you."

Lori grinned from ear to ear.  "You devil!  What if I don't?"

"Then I have to suck his cock.  Either way, you watch.  It's your
choice."

"Oh my God!  Let me think about this.  Oh, this is so good!"

"Makes you wet just thinking about it, doesn't it?"  I asked.

Lori looked at Neeka.  Neeka nodded.  "Now you know what happened
to me.  This minx got me so hot that a hard look would have made
me cum."

"Play it anyway you like, Lori.  Surprise me."



We demolished the pizzas in no time and returned to the big
L-shaped sofa in the family room.  Sara and Bud sat together. 
Lori and Jim sat together, and Neeka and I sat on the short side
with my arm around her waist and hers around my shoulders.  Neeka
and I stared at Jim.  Jim turned bright red.  His eyes darted all
over the room as if he were looking for a way to escape his
predicament.  Finally, he summoned the courage to speak, knowing
that it meant certain defeat.

"Lori?"

"Yes, Jim."

"I, ah, I.  I mean."

"Yes, Jim?"

"I want to ask..."

"Oh Jim!  I thought you'd never ask!  Oh this is wonderful!  Oh
yes!  Yes!  Darling!  I'll marry you!"

"NO!  I mean, I ah..."

"WHAT?  You don't want to marry me?  Oh God!  Oh the disgrace! 
The shame.  What will I do now?  How could you humiliate me like
this?  How?"  Lori jumped to her feet and stood directly in front
of Jim.  His mind was so blown he couldn't have spelled his own
name.

"Well, I ah..."

"There is only one way you can make it up to me.  Just one way. 
Will you do it?"

"Hunh?  What?"

Lori put her hands on her hips and ran them down her thighs. 
"Eat my pussy, Jim."

Jim was almost catatonic.  Belatedly, I realized I should have
been watching Sara.  From the look on Sara's face, her sister had
neglected to let her in on what was going on.  She was even more
stunned than Jim.

Lori unzipped her jeans and peeled them down to her ankles.  She
stepped out of them and unbuttoned her top and took it off.  Her
nipples were small hard points on her chest.  She had had time to
think about it and she had decided that if anyone were going to
get any sex here, it was going to be her.  I smiled.  She was
going to fit right in.

She pulled her panties down and stood naked in front of everyone.
 She crooked a finger at Jim and he leaned forward within reach.
She took his head between her hands and pulled it between her
legs.  Jim immediately stuck his tongue out and pushed it between
her outer lips.  Lori moaned and pushed her hips toward Jim.

Sara's astonishment turned to amazement and then to envy and then
to desire.  Bud had been transfixed by the scene between Lori and
his brother, but he became aware of Sara's hot breath when she
turned her head to stare at him.  When he tore his gaze from her
sister and looked at her, Sara didn't need to say a word.  Bud
started unbuttoning her top for her, but she became impatient and
took it off herself.  She was out of her jeans and panties and
had her back on the sofa almost as fast as Neeka had taken her
dress off.  Bud bent over and started gently kissing and licking
her breasts, slowly working his way down to her stomach.  Sara
whimpered in frustration and tried to push his head lower, but he
grabbed her wrists and pulled them underneath her before resuming
his slow excursion toward her pussy.  I nodded.  Bud was learning
that the longer the journey, the bigger the reward at the end. 
By the time he got to her navel, she was almost cumming from the
anticipation.

Neeka and I watched all this and fondled each other.  When I
could not stand it any longer I said, "Well, it looks like I'm
not going to get my pussy eaten after all."

"Silly Sam." Neeka said, pulling my dress over my head.  She took
her own off as well and pulled me down on top of her in a 69
position.  When I felt her kiss my pussy lips and run her tongue
through my slit, I knew this was going to be fun.  I let her take
the lead and I copied her as closely as I could.  Knowing that
everything she did to me, I would in turn do to her made it
doubly exciting for both of us.

The music ran out and the room became quiet except for the low
moans, gasps, whimpers, and licking sounds.  The ambiance was so
erotically charged that it would have been impossible to listen
to it and not become aroused.  For me, it was exhilarating.

When I snuck a peek at the couples on the long side of the couch,
I saw that Lori had lain down next to her sister so that they
were kissing each others' breasts while having the boys eat them
from opposite ends.  It looked incredibly hot and I almost lost
it right there.  Neeka paused and I felt her mouth leave me.  I
suppose she looked too, because a second later she was back and
her tongue was moving like a wild animal through my slit.  Again,
I copied her.  I knew that I would not last long like this and
that the first girl to cum would certainly trigger everyone
else's climax.

Perhaps predictably, the first to pop was Sara.  She came with a
squeal and a shriek and almost instantly set off her sister. 
Neeka and I came together a few seconds after that.  The sound of
so much cumming all at once was music to my ears.  I wished I
could have made a recording of it to play back later.

While we were recovering, I noticed that Jim and Bud both had
massive erections that were about to tear through their jeans. 
All the noise we made must have got them hotter than they had
ever been.  I knew something had to be done for them and soon, or
they would be hurting.

Jim saw me looking his way and asked, "So, who won the bet?"

"I think you did." I laughed.  "Get ready for your reward."  Jim
carefully unzipped his jeans and pulled them down over his hard
cock as I untangled myself from Neeka and crawled over to sit on
the floor in front of him.  He shoved his hips forward so I could
get to him easily and then he lay back on the cushion to enjoy
the payoff of our bet.

I took his incredibly hard cock in my hand and stroked it.  It
felt like velvet on steel.  I could not feel a pulse, as I had
the last time I had his cock in my hand.  He had got so hard that
blood was no longer being pumped in, it was just all trapped
there, making him as hard as it was possible to be.  I tried
using both hands to stroke it, but there were still a few inches
sticking out above both my fists.  I leaned on his knee and
started to lick the purple head.  As soon as my tongue touched
his cock, Jim moaned loudly and grabbed hold of the cushion
behind him.  I thought he might cum right then, but he had been
holding back so long while he worked on Lori that it would take
more than that to bring him off.

I closed my eyes and started licking up and down his shaft.  When
I got to the base, I also licked his balls.  On the way back up,
I was surprised to run into another tongue working its way down.
I opened my eyes to see that Lori had joined me in working on
Jim.  I smiled at her and she smiled back.  We proceeded to have
a tongue-battle for possession of the choicest bits of Jim.

With two hot mouths working him, Jim started to moan and flex his
abdomen.  I felt his cock jerk and I put my lips around it so it
would not get away.  At the same time I heard a similar moan from
Bud.  When I looked at him, I saw that Sara and Neeka were giving
him the same treatment that Lori and I were giving to Jim.  I
thought that the cocksucking partnerships had worked out about
right.  I had enthusiasm and a good amount of empathetic contact,
and Lori looked like she had a map of the most sensitive spots on
a cock already worked out.  I started to copy her moves and was
rewarded each time when Jim tensed at my touch.

Jim was clearly about to cum, so Lori and I concentrated on
working the head.  We bathed it in our saliva over and over and
then sucked it dry.  When Jim tensed up and started to shake, I
knew he was going to blow.  Lori started flicking her tongue
across the skin just below the tip and I did the same just above
his balls.  I felt his balls drawing up under my chin and he
grunted and started to spurt.

I rolled my head away so his cum would not get in my hair.  He
shot long streamers high into the air that fell across my breasts
and spattered up under my chin.  He spurted so much cum that I
felt like I was taking a shower in it.  I squealed with delight
at being covered in hot cum.  I looked at Lori.  She was watching
me and grinning.  She had hold of the base of Jim's cock and had
aimed the thing so I would be the one to get splattered.

When Jim ran down, Lori put her mouth over the end of his cock
and sucked it dry.  Jim jerked violently at the sensation of
having his sensitive cock attacked again right after his orgasm.
When she had cleaned Jim off, she crawled around to me and
started licking the huge amount of cum off my breasts.  As much
as I enjoyed this, it was more than she could handle and it was
about to start dripping off onto the plush carpet.  I was about
to tell her to go get a towel from the bathroom when I noticed
that there was a pile of towels under the sofa to my left.  I
stuck my hand under the sofa in front of me and, sure enough,
there was another pile there too.  I pulled one out and handed it
to Lori, who used it to clean me off.

"That was convenient," she said.  "You think of everything."

"Don't thank me," I said.  "I just noticed that they were here. 
It was Mrs. Reynolds who thought of this." 

"You're kidding!  Boy, you guys are really lucky."  She looked up
at Jim, who looked like he wouldn't be moving for a few minutes.
Jim had been watching the cleanup with glazed eyes, but he nodded
when he heard Lori compliment his mother.  He was just beginning
to understand how lucky he really was to have her for a Mom. 

"Where is she, by the way?  Upstairs?"  Lori asked.

"She's up the street, visiting Neeka's mother.  I don't think she
will be back for a while.  We can call if there is something we
need.  Why?"

"If I had a party, my mom would have her nose in the room every
thirty seconds, making sure that no one was having any
unauthorized fun.  She sure wouldn't fill up the room with
towels, the kitchen with pizza and the fridge with soda and split
so we could have privacy.  By the way, that bull you handed my
mother was a masterpiece.  What did Jim call you?  The Master? 
What's up with that?"

Jim decided to stick his two cents in at this point, "Because she
is The Master.  She's freaking amazing.  She can get anybody to
do anything she wants.  She's also the toughest mofo you never
want to cross.  I'm proud to call her sister."

"Sister?  You being adopted?"

"Purely an honorary thing at this point.  But it does look like I
will be part of the family."

"Kinky.  Speaking of sisters, how's mine doing?"

"Looks like she's doing just fine to me.  Looks like Bud thinks
so, anyway."

Bud was flopping his head back and forward on the sofa cushion. 
He was torn between wanting to watch what was happening to his
cock and surrendering to the sensation of having two girls blow
him.  The indecision was the only reason he hadn't already cum. 
As we watched, the choice was taken away from him.  Neeka reached
up and pushed his head back and then ran her hand down his chest.
 

Sara had decided to try and deep throat Bud.  It was a pointless
attempt, since the girth of his cock was obviously way too big
for her mouth, much less her throat   as she was finding out. 
Still, she deserved points for trying.  She still had her mouth
wide open on his cockhead when Bud climaxed.  His cum blasted the
back of her mouth and ran out her nose.  She tried to pull off,
but she had wedged herself onto his cock and was momentarily
stuck.  Bud gave her the whole load before she could get free.

When his thick cock popped out of her mouth, she was in distress.
 Cum was dripping from her nose and she was choking on some that
had gone down the wrong pipe.  Lori handed her a towel and she
coughed up a good bit of Bud's cum.  She blew her nose and tears
ran from her eyes.

"Way to go, Sara!" I said.  The girl deserved an A for effort if
not for execution.  She would know better next time.  Neeka and
Lori also congratulated her and Neeka patted her on the back. 
She smiled at the complements.  She couldn't have given that many
blowjobs and she deserved to be encouraged.  I remembered how
many I had given and thought that this one might have put her
ahead of me.

"Is there any soda left?" Sara asked, pitifully.  She badly
needed something to wash down all the cum clinging to her
throat.

"There's lots in the fridge," I said.  "Come with me and we'll
get you some."

I started toward the stairs, but Sara stopped to pull in her
jeans and top first, so I put my dress back on as well.  Even
though I was comfortable in just my skin, I figured that it would
be better to humor her.  People can be funny about things.  She
seemed quite comfortable with an audience watching her choke down
Bud's cock a moment ago, but walking to the kitchen in her skin
made her uncomfortable.  Go figure.  Seeing the two of us get
dressed, everyone else put their clothes back on, too.

At first I was disappointed about this.  I thought it was a step
backward in the relaxed atmosphere I wanted to have for a party
that had gotten off to such a great start.  When I thought about
it, I understood that my thinking about nakedness being sexy was
wrong.  Skin is boring.  It's the same skin all the time and you
get used to seeing it and it's not sexy anymore.  Clothes are
sexy, because they can be changed to hide or show skin in
different ways and in different combinations.  This was something
I should have already learned from seeing Bambi change clothes
constantly.  This was why she always seemed to be wearing the
sexiest clothes; not because of the skin she showed, but because
it was a constantly changing display.  The clothes themselves
became interesting.  You never knew what she was going to wear
and how she was going to look.  The result was that you always
looked forward to seeing her and she always got your attention
when she walked into the room.  I figured that this alone was an
important lesson in how to dress   understand why you are doing
it.  

I let Sara pick out her brand of soda while I got her a cup and
some ice.  She had just started gulp it down when there was a
knock at the side door.  The only person who might have used that
door was Bambi, but she would have come in the front, since it
was closer to the street.  She would not have needed to knock,
anyway.  I tried to warn Sara, but she pulled the door open
before I could stop her.

The two men who pushed their way into the kitchen were certainly
not invited or expected guests.  I think Sara guessed as much
when they grabbed her and put a hand over her mouth and a knife
to her throat.

"Well, well, looky what we got here, Leon.  Ain't these two a
pretty pair?"  The man holding Sara growled.  

"Looks like we hit the jackpot, Bubba."

If not for the knife that the man called Bubba held to Sara's
throat, I might have screamed for help or turned and run to get
away.  As it was, I could not leave her in danger or put up a
fight without risking her life.  I felt I had to play along with
them until an opportunity to get us both away from them came
along.

"Please don't hurt her." I begged.  I was trying to remember what
you were supposed to do in situations like this.  I was sure it
had been covered in one of those safety film presentations that
they were always showing us in school, but in the stress of the
moment, all I could remember was scenes from TV shows where the
bad guys stood around talking to the hostages for half an hour
while the police figured out a way to rush in and save everybody.
 I was sure that whatever these two wanted, it wasn't
conversation.  It might have been a bath, though.  Both of them
looked and smelled like they had been crawling through a swamp. 
Their clothes were covered in mud and their hands were caked with
it.  I could just make out the orange color of the cloth
underneath all the dirt.  The only people I knew who wore orange
jumpsuits were hunters and convicts.  I didn't think these two
were lost turkey hunters, and they certainly weren't after gators
with that little homemade knife.  They had either got muddy
crawling under the fence at the county work farm or they had
rolled in the mud deliberately to disguise their prison
uniforms.

Leon confirmed my assumption about their need for intelligent
conversation.  He grabbed me by the back of the neck and said,
"Shut up!  Don't you say nothin'."  I shut up.  They were
obviously brutal, desperate men, not the conflicted victims of an
indifferent society or unjustly imprisoned citizens out to prove
their innocence like I saw on TV.

Leon appeared to notice my cleavage for the first time.  He said,
"Damn, Bubba!  Lookit the tits on this one.  I thought she was
just a little girl, but she sure ain't little where it counts!"

Bubba kicked the door shut behind him and took the knife away
from Sara's neck just long enough to lock it again.  He put the
point back to her throat and pressed it into her flesh hard
enough to make both of us flinch.

"Play with 'em later, Leon.  Right now we got to git situated." 
He looked at me and growled, "Anybody else in the house?"

Lying looked like a good way to get Sara hurt, so I told him,
"Yes.  Four more kids downstairs.  Nobody here will give you any
trouble, mister."

"Well, I'm mighty glad to hear that, girlie.  Yessiree, mighty
glad.  Now you just keep thinking that way and we'll get along
fine.  Now let's go find the others.  You lead the way.  And
remember, your friend here will really appreciate it if you don't
do nothing to piss me off."

I lead the way downstairs with Leon's filthy hand on the back of
my neck.  Bubba followed us with Sara in his grip.  My mind was
running a mile a minute trying to think of something I could do,
but it was like racing a car engine in neutral.  All I could
think of was the scared-shitless look on Sara's face.  I was
pretty sure mine looked the same.  I know I felt like it.

Bubba again demonstrated the kind of take-charge guy he was.  He
dragged Sara over in front of the French doors so that everyone
could see the knife to her throat.

"All right," he said, "Nobody move, nobody talk, nobody breathe,
less I say.  We clear on that?"  This got him a round of stunned
nods from everyone except Bud.  Bud got a macho look on his face
that told me he was seriously thinking of doing something fatally
stupid.

Leon shoved me onto the sofa and I fell into Neeka.  I managed to
sit back up just in time to see Bud tense his legs and clench his
fists.  The thought of what might happen next finally got my
brain into gear.

"BUD!" I yelled, to get his attention and to make him abort any
plans he might have about attacking the two men.  He backed down
when he realized that I had ruined his surprise attack.  "Bud,
don't do anything dumb.  Just do what they tell you.  If you want
to play the chivalrous knight you can just open doors for the
ladies when they need it.  OK?"

Bud was too mad at me to understand what I was telling him.  I
looked at Jim instead and jerked my eyes toward the French doors
leading to the backyard.  If we were going to get any effective
help, it would come from that direction.  But first I had to get
Bubba and Leon away from the door and then get it open.  Since I
couldn't do both, I needed help, but the timing had to be right
or someone would get hurt.  Fortunately, Jim wasn't suffering
from the same level of testosterone-poisoning as his brother and
he followed my eyes and then looked hard at me.  His meaning was
clear.  He would get that door on cue, but I better not take any
risks to make it possible.

Bubba was looking at me suspiciously.  He now had me pegged as
the leader of the group and he was thinking about something I was
sure I wasn't going to like.  I could not tell if he had caught
any of the eye rolling and other meaningful looks or not.

"That's right Buddy, you just sit right there and be a good boy."
 He was still eyeing me hard while he blustered on.  "Leon!  Look
around and find something to tie this bunch up with.  I don't
want to have to keep watching them all night."

Leon started with the desk drawers.  There was nothing in there
but the usual clutter: pens, tape, envelopes and stuff.  He went
through the door to the bathroom, but came back out quickly after
snapping the light on and off again.  He moved on to the other
end of the room, with the built-in shelves with the drawers and
cabinets underneath.  In one of them he found an unopened coil of
clothesline.  In another he found the garden shears.  When he
came to the shelf with the nipple-clamps on it he whistled
loudly.

"Hey, Bubba.  Lookit here!  Somebody here is into some kinky
shit!"  He came back to the group with his haul, dangling the
clamps in his hand.

"Well, well." Bubba said, eyeing the clamps.  "Looks like
somebody's momma is into some rough stuff.  Where is momma, by
the by?"

"She's gone visiting." I said.  "She won't be back tonight."  I
could hardly tell him that she was just a few houses up the
street without putting both Mrs. Reynolds and Mrs. Morgan in
danger.  I was sure that the more hostages there were, the
greater the likelihood that somebody would do something dumb and
get hurt.  I hoped it wasn't going to be me.

"That's good.  Leon why don't you cut some of that rope and tie
them boys up so's they can't get no ideas about being heros."

Leon made short work of tying Bud and Jim's hands behind their
backs.  Once they had been tied and returned to the sofa, he did
the same to Sara and pushed her down on top of the boys.  Bubba
grabbed Lori and Leon tied her as well.

By the time he got to Neeka, he must have felt like he had
control of the situation.  With just the two of us with our hands
free and two of them to deal with us, he relaxed and turned his
filthy mind to entertainment.  He shoved Neeka against Leon, who
grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

"Now I always have had a preference for redheads," he said
leering at her.  "And you're such a pretty thing, too.  I wonder
if the collar and cuffs match?"  He nodded to Leon, who reached
down and grabbed the hem of Neeka's sundress.  He yanked it
straight up over her head, stripping her naked in one move.

"Well, I'll be dipped!  Shit, Leon, that dress was all she had
on!  No bra or panties or nothin'.  And she's got the body for
it, too.  Them titties is mighty nice.  And that beaver is purt
near shaved.  She's must be really hot."  He put his grubby hand
on Neeka's breast and squeezed.  

Neeka grimaced and leaned her head back, but could not pull away
from him because of Leon's firm grip on her arms.  She didn't
scream and she didn't seem really afraid.  She looked at me as if
asking what I wanted her to do.  

"Yeah, I think we can have some fun with this one," Bubba said. 
He reached for her pussy, intending to stick his filthy fingers
into her.

"NO!" I yelled.  "Leave her alone."  I pulled my own dress off
and stepped in between Bubba and Neeka.  I put my hands on my
breasts and fondled them in what I hoped was a seductive manner.
"Play with me instead."

"I knew you was going to be trouble when I first laid eyes on
you, missy."  Bubba didn't seem interested in me as an
alternative.  I realized that his assault on Neeka had been
mostly a way to smoke out any trouble I might have in mind.  It
looked like I was the one who was now in trouble.  

Bubba took Neeka from Leon and put his arm around her from behind
so he could squeeze her breasts.  "Leon.  Tie this one up, too."
He pointed at me.  I meekly surrendered. Since Bubba had the
knife out again and had it pressed under Neeka's left breast,
just below her heart.

Leon tied one end of a piece of the line to each of my wrists. 
He did a good job of it.  There was only a couple of inches slack
between my hands.   The knots were out of my reach.  My efforts
to test my bonds made my shoulders pull back and my breasts rise
up.

Waving my breasts in front of Bubba was like a waving a red flag
at a bull.  He stared at them, thinking of what he wanted to do
to me.  He looked at Neeka and he looked at Leon, then he
smiled.

"Leon, get them titty-clamps.  We're going to have some fun with
miss busy-body here."  Leon picked up the clamps from the coffee
table and snapped them wide open.  He held them up to my face so
I could see the jaws.  I did my best to look properly terrified.
There was no advantage in letting them know that the clamps and I
were old acquaintances.  I looked past Bubba at Jim.  Jim shifted
his weight forward so he could jump up when it was time.  Bubba
thought I was looking for help.

"No help there you little sow.  Them titties is mine now, and
girl, you gonna squeal for me."  Bubba grinned and I could see he
was missing three teeth out of his bottom jaw.  I hoped somebody
had knocked them out for him.  "Hook her up, Leon."

Leon grabbed my right nipple and pulled it as hard as he could
without pulling me into him.  I leaned back against the pull,
trying to look like I didn't want to have the clamp put on me,
but I was really trying to get him to put it on as high as
possible on my breast to give the clamp the best grip.  The more
flesh it had, the less it would hurt and the less damage it would
do to my tender flesh.  When Leon closed the clamp, he hit just
the right mark at the base of the areola.  I cried out in pain,
some feigned and some real.

"That ain't nothin' missy.  You just wait.  Hurry, up Leon.  I
want to hear her scream."

Leon put the second clamp on just like the first.  I cried out,
"Oh God!  It hurts!  Get them off!  Please, get them off!"

Bubba laughed, "Hurt, do they?  Naw.  I don't think they's
hurting   yet.  Leon, hand me that line.  Leon traded Bubba the
clothesline for Neeka, who looked at me with eyes full of terror
and pity.  Bubba cut off about four feet of line then tossed the
roll aside.  He tied one end of the line to the metal loop in the
end of one of the chains dangling from the clamps.  Then he tied
the other end to the other chain, making a big loop between the
clamps.  I had no idea what he was up to, but he seemed to acting
with a purpose.  I hoped that his imagination was not up to Mrs.
Reynolds' standards of torture or I was in deep shit.

Budda took hold of the cord and pulled it up over my head,
pulling up on the clamps and taking all the slack out of the
line.  When my boobs were pointing practically straight up, I had
to go up on my tiptoes to keep from being lifted off the floor by
my nipples.  Then he pushed further, and I screamed.  Grinning
like this was the funniest thing he had ever seen, he pushed even
further.  I screamed like I was dying.  It almost felt like I
was.  The worst I had ever had pulling on me was the five pounds
of iron weights.  With Bubba pulling up on me, he suspended the
weight of my whole body from my breasts.  The pain was
unimaginable.  I needed no acting skill to scream from the agony.
 It felt like my nipples were being torn from my body.

"Good piggy!  Good little sow!  Now that you know what that feels
like, we'll let you think it over before we go again.  Now come
here.  I've got just the place to keep you busy for a bit."

He dragged me down to the weight bench at the far end of the
room.  He kicked it over next to the plate glass window and
nudged it against the glass.  He stepped up onto it and pulled me
up onto the bench with him.  When I saw him look up, I knew his
plan.  Directly overhead in the ceiling was one of the metal
hooks that were used to support the hanging baskets that in a few
weeks would line the inside of the windows.  Bubba pulled up on
the rope and pushed it over the hook.  He jumped off the bench
and admired his handiwork.

The rope was short enough so that my breasts were pulled straight
up in the air.  To keep my weight off of them and keep the
agonizing pain at bay, I was forced to stand balanced on the
balls of my feet.  If I let my heels down, the clamps would
suspend me and my whole weight would be on my breasts.  If I
stepped off the bench, I would be swinging in the air by my
boobs.  With my hands tied behind me, I was completely helpless.

"I reckon that will keep you out of trouble, missy.  You don't go
nowhere now, hear?  We'll just go have a little fun with your
friend, Red."

Leaving me to hang, Bubba and Leon took Neeka back to the other
end of the room.  Apparently, Bubba wanted an audience while he
abused her.  He pushed her down to her knees.

"OK, Red.  Let's see if you know how to suck a cock.  Unzip me
and haul it out."

Neeka looked calmer than I felt.  She looked toward me, as if for
reassurance, and then she reached up and pulled down the zipper
on the front of Bubba's filthy jumpsuit.  Reaching inside, she
took hold of his cock and pulled it up and out of his fly.  She
gasped when it flopped out.  It was a big one.  It was longer
than Jim's and nearly as thick as Bud's.

Bubba laughed loud and long to see her reaction.  He bent over
slightly to her and warned her, "Now you keep them teeth to
yourself, y'hear.  If you touch me with those teeth, or if you
even think of biting me, Leon here will pull your teeth out. 
Then you get to suck my cock with no teeth.  Do you understand
me?"

Neeka nodded.  She understood it wasn't worth the risk.  Sucking
Bubba wasn't in the same league as having her teeth pulled out. 
It wasn't like she hadn't sucked a cock before.  She pulled
Bubba's cock to her mouth and slid the head in.  She tried to
suck as much of it in as she could.  Then she started stroking
the shaft.  Bubba smiled.

"This one has sucked cock before," he said to everyone.  "She
knows what she's doing.  C'mon Red, get me off.  The more jizz
you suck out of me, the less there will be for me to squirt into
your pretty little pussy."

Neeka started sucking like a trooper.  She used both hands and
her mouth to get Bubba hard.  It took some time.  I guess a big
cock doesn't get hard very quickly.  She bathed the head of his
cock with her tongue and stuck it out and licked underneath,
where it was most sensitive.  She sucked the head into her mouth
as far as she could and still breathe.  She even pulled out his
balls and squeezed them.  I couldn't see too well from the other
end of the room, but they looked like they were the size of
plums.

When Bubba got hard, his cock was even bigger.  It must have been
over a foot long and nine inches around.  When it was rigid in
her hands, Neeka started stroking in earnest.  She used both
hands to pull and push the length of his big meat.  She sucked on
the head like it was the best thing she had ever had in her
mouth.  She even started moaning like she was enjoying it.  She
was doing everything right to keep Bubba and Leon's attention
away from me.

When I saw Bubba start to move his hips in response to Neeka's
stroking, I knew my chance had arrived.  It was just a question
of how long it would take them to realize what I was up to and
get to me.  If they were not distracted enough, or if they were
too quick, or I was too slow, my chance would be gone and Bubba
and Leon would be able to do anything they wanted to my family
and friends.  I tried to psych myself up for what I had to do. 
It was going to hurt like hell, but there was only one way for me
to get loose.  Once I was free, if both Bubba and Leon came after
me, then Jim could open that door.

I went over the moves in my head, so I would not have to think
about it while I was doing it.  Up, under, through, down.  It was
a move I had done before in a tumbling routine when I was eleven.
 I was sure I was limber enough to do it again, but could I do it
quickly enough?

After one last look at Bubba and Leon, I closed my eyes and
looked for the trance-state that would be the only thing that
could make this possible.  It took longer than usual to get
there, but I made it.  I took a deep breath and blew it out. 
Then I leaned back took all 105 pounds of my weight on my breasts
as I kicked my feet straight up in the air.  I went through the
pike position and kept going.  When my back was bent enough and
my ass was high enough, I pushed down with my hands and slipped
the rope over my butt.  I pulled with my stomach muscles as hard
as I could until my feet touched the hook in the ceiling.  I
hooked my left big toe in the metal hook and bent my right leg
and pushed my foot through between my arms.  I let go of the hook
with my toe and did the same with my other leg.  Now my hands
were in front of me.  I quickly dropped my feet back to the bench
and grabbed the release of one clamp and then the other.  That
did it.  I was free with my hands tied in front of me.

I looked down the room to see everyone watching me.  Bud, Jim,
Lori, Sara, Neeka, Bubba and Leon were all staring at me.  Neeka
was the only one with an excuse to have her mouth open, but they
all did.  My plan had been to get Bubba and Leon to come after
me, but they hadn't moved.  I flipped them both the bird and
hopped off the weight bench to the floor.  Now they were moving.
Both of them came after me with murder in their eyes; Bubba with
his big cock slapping his dirty thighs as he ran.

I stepped to my left and grabbed hold of one of the larger
dumbbells without even thinking if I could lift it or not.  I
yanked it off the rack and in the same motion I threw it at Leon,
who arrived quicker than Bubba.  It hit him in the ribs with a
satisfying crunch and Leon collapsed to the floor.

In that instant, I understood that my mental control had another
consequence.  My trance magnified my physical strength.  By
several times, judging from the speed with which I had thrown the
dumbbell at Leon.  I became aware of a sensation of great power
flowing through me.  In the heat of the moment I could do little
more than accept this and keep moving, because the fight was only
half over.

Bubba came on with his little homemade shiv held over his head. 
His momentum was my only advantage.  As he got within range, he
swung the knife at my throat.  I leaned back and did a perfect
high-kick.  At least it would have been a high-kick, if Bubba's
balls had not been in the way.  I felt the solid contact with his
cum-swollen balls at the same time as I felt the knife brush my
throat.  Bubba bent over and dove for the floor.  I thought I had
got the best of the exchange until I felt an odd sensation on my
neck and saw a spurt of bright red arterial blood arc from my
severed carotid.  It gushed out all over Bubba's prone form.

I slapped my hand over the cut in my neck as hard as I could and
fear took hold of me.  I was more scared than I had ever been in
my life.  I pressed my palm against my neck and thought, "HEAL!"

The adrenalin must have provided the energy necessary for my
unusual mental control to obey my will.  I felt completely and
instantly calm.  Suddenly, my neck felt hot and then the feeling
returned to normal.  I dropped out of trance.

Belatedly, I remembered the goal of the exercise.  "Get the
DOOR!" I yelled, not even bothering to look.  I was watching
Bubba and Leon to make sure they did not manage to get up before
help arrived.  I heard the door slam open.  I took a deep breath
and screamed at the top of my lungs, "BRUTE!  HELLLLLLP!"

There was a pause of about three seconds, during which I mentally
crossed my fingers that he would not be too far into the woods to
hear me.  I needn't have worried.  At the count of three, my
savior came bounding into the room.  He took one look around and
ran over to where I was standing.  Bubba and Leon had just about
managed to sit up.  Bubba was holding his balls with both hands
and Leon had his arms wrapped around his chest.

My 200 plus pounds of very protective Mastiff looked at the two
strange men and growled.  It wasn't a doggy growl.  It was more
like a lion's roar.  It was deep and it was loud and it scared
the crap out of me.  What it did to Bubba and Leon was not in any
way figurative.

"Brute!  If they move, EAT THEM!"  Brute probably didn't know
what I was saying, but Bubba and Leon did, and that was good
enough.  They looked like they thought "dog food" had been
tattooed on them.

I wiped my hand across my now-healed neck to get off the rest of
the blood.  That would be hard to explain if one of my friends
got too close and I would have a harder time explaining things to
the EMTs.  I reached out and smeared it on Bubba's forehead. 
With the rest of my blood on him, no one would notice.  Everyone
would assume it was his.

My friends were coming up behind Brute to savor our victory.  I
waved them back.  I didn't want anyone getting grabbed at the
last minute.  I kicked Leon smartly in the back and then cuffed
Bubba on the ear to get their attention.  They groaned and
flopped back on the floor.

"LISTEN TO ME, YOU ASSHOLES!"  They were just barely able to
divide their attention between Brute and me.  I stepped over Leon
to stand next to the huge dog so they wouldn't have to.

"It's your lucky day, morons.  You get to walk, well, hobble, out
of here in one piece.  You will go directly to the first cop you
can find and turn yourselves in.  If you can't find a cop, and I
know that can be tough sometimes, you will go all the way back to
the farm.  Now I hear you thinking   why should I do this?  Why
should I not just lam out of here and keep going?  Brute!  Eat
them!"

I don't know what I expected.  I thought it would scare them.  I
got more than I bargained for.  Bubba flinched and pulled a leg
up away from Brute.  Brute reacted by lunging for him and got
hold of the meaty part of the leg just above the knee.  Brute
then started to shake Bubba like he was a rag-doll toy.  I had no
idea how strong that dog actually was until that moment.  Bubba
must have been over 200 pounds himself and Brute shook him like
he was nothing.  

None of this was lost on Leon.  He started crying like a baby. 
He was watching his friend being eaten and he knew he would be
next.

I let it go on for a few seconds longer than I should have.  I
said, "OK, Brute.  That's enough.  Easy boy."  I used as calm a
tone this time as I had used a mean tone when siccing him on
Bubba.  It worked.  Brute stopped shaking Bubba.  He kept hold of
the leg though and growled again.  I didn't know which was
scarier, Brute shaking Bubba, or just holding him and growling. 


Bubba wanted to beg for his life, but all he could manage was,
"please, please, please, please, please," in a very small voice.

"He's tasted your flesh." I told Bubba.  "He can follow you
anywhere.  When he catches you, he will tear you apart and eat
your guts from your living body.  You have one hour to get back
where you came from or turn yourselves in to the police.  I will
be listening to the news.  If I don't hear about your recapture
in that hour, Brute here will be on your trail.  Am I perfectly
clear?  Oh, one more thing.  You were never here.  I don't care
what story you tell, but if you mention this house, I will make
sure everyone hears the story about how two big bad cons had
their butts kicked by a little girl.  I'm sure that will go down
real good back at the farm.  Now get up and walk very slowly out
of here.  Try not to bleed on the carpet."  Bubba was so scared I
believe he did think the blood was his. 

Both of them dragged each other up the stairs and out the front
door.  Leon was hurting pretty bad and wheezing.  I think one of
his broken ribs had punctured a lung.  Bubba kept one hand in his
groin like his balls would drop out of his pants if he let go. 

It did not take an hour.  They were still in sight, about a block
and half down the hill when a Police cruiser pulled up along side
them and they both collapsed on the sidewalk like they were
falling into a feather bed.  I watched as the cop checked them
out and then got on the radio.  A couple of minutes later an
ambulance pulled up and the EMTs hopped out.  I shut the door. 

No one said a word until we were back downstairs on the sofa. 
Everyone had been untied and the ropes lay in a pile on the
coffee table with Bubba's shiv and the nipple clamps.  Brute sat
at my feet, my faithful protector.  Sara brought us all sodas.  I
knew there were questions that would be asked.  I hoped I could
count on Bud and Jim to help deflect some of them.  They knew
enough to understand how some of the trick was done.  Neeka had
lots of practice at keeping her mouth shut, so it was going to be
Lori and Sara who would be doing the asking. 

"Sam?"  Sara said, to start.  I tried to imagine what question
she would ask. 

"Thank you," she said.  "You saved my life.  Hell, you probably
saved all our lives." 

Lori said, "That was the greatest thing I have ever seen.  You
beat the crap out of them.  I thought they would kill you, but
you beat them."  She got up and went over to the chrome-plated
dumbbell I had hit Leon with.  She looked at it and then tried to
pick it up.  She could barely move it.  Jim went over and picked
it up with two hands and put it back in the rack with the others.


"It says it weighs 40 pounds," Lori said in an awed tone.  "And
you threw it at him.  You hit him hard enough to break his ribs.
I heard them snap." 

"You kicked Bubba's balls into the next county.  He went down
like a big sack of oranges falling off the produce truck," she
went on.  "But the most impressive thing, the thing that I still
can't believe, even though I watched you do it, was hanging
upside down from your nipples and getting yourself off that hook.
 Aren't you hurt?  They don't even look bruised, just a little
red." 

Neeka reached over and touched my nipples.  I had not bothered to
dress again and neither had Neeka.  I was sure that she would
when I did.  She was just being her usual silent, supportive
self.  Neeka stroked my breasts and asked, "Are you sure you're
all right?  Is there anything I can do for you?" 

I smiled, "Kiss them and make them better?"  She did, without
hesitation.  She kissed both my nipples very gently and very
tenderly.  I felt a warm feeling starting in my pussy.  Neeka and
I had some unfinished business. 

"Hysterical strength," Jim suggested  "Under great stress, people
can do amazing things.  Perform great feats of strength, endure
great amounts of pain."  I wanted to kiss him, but it would have
given away the show.  He had come up with a plausible explanation
and I decided to get behind it. 

"That must be it," I said.  "I was just so damn mad that I lost
control.  I didn't know what I was doing." 

"Bullshit," Lori said.  "I was sitting right beside Jim when you
primed him to open the door when you were ready.  You knew what
you were going to do.  You planned it.  You got them away from us
long enough for this...this...beautiful monster to come in and
scare them off.  Why did you let them go?  That's what doesn't
make sense to me." 

I sighed.  Lori wasn't going to be put off with stories about
mothers picking up cars to save their babies, but I could answer
the question as she asked it.  I said, "If we had called the cops
and had them arrested here, the cops would have called our
parents.  What would your mother have thought?  What would Mrs.
Morgan think?  What would mine...what would Mrs. Reynolds have
thought?  Put yourself in their places.  Being called by the cops
and told their children had been attacked by a couple of escaped
convicts?  Especially Mrs. Reynolds and Mrs. Morgan being only a
couple of houses away while their children were being raped and
sodomized.  I could not put them through that.  No mother should
have to live with that." 

"I didn't get raped," Neeka said.  "You got free too quick.  I
missed being sodomized, too...damn it."  Everyone burst out
laughing at that.  It was the first time I had heard Neeka make a
joke.  I hugged her really hard.  She had been the brave one. 
She had put her faith in me to save her. 

Lori wasn't going to let it go.  "But he cut you.  I saw him cut
your throat.  How did you...."  Her sister whacked her with an
elbow and gave her the dirtiest look I have ever seen anyone use
on a relative.

"Right," Lori said, "it doesn't matter.  If you don't want to
talk about it, that's cool.  But there is one thing that I have
to say.  It's just that Sara is right.  Stop smirking, Sara.  It
had to happen eventually.  She said you saved us, and she's
right. We owe you our lives.  If you don't want us to talk about
it, I can get behind that.  If my mother knew what happened, she
would never let us out of her sight again.  We'd be prisoners,
just like those two assholes.  So you saved us twice.  You kept
your head and you saved us.  You're my Hero.  Or is it Heroine?"

"Hey, I'm not a Hero," I said.  "I just could not let anything
happen to my friends."

Lori got up and came over to sit next to me.  She put her arm
around me and leaned over and kissed me.  "In that case," she
said, "I am very glad to be your friend.  Because God help your
enemies!"

I closed my eyes for a moment and put my hand over the hollow of
my left shoulder.  When I opened them I turned to Lori and said,
"Do you like my tattoo?"  I took my hand away from my shoulder
and Lori looked at the small pink heart.  Inside the heart, in
script, it said "Lori".  She smiled and looked me in the eyes.

"Thank you," she said in a whisper.  "I know that wasn't there
before."  Her eyes went wide, but she kept her voice low.  "So
that's how...."  She stopped.  "Don't worry.  Your secret is safe
with me."

"Is there any of that pizza left?" I asked.  "I'm suddenly very
hungry."

"I'm on it," Jim said and ran up to the kitchen to warm me up a
couple of pieces.

"Also, my breasts are sore again.  Could someone please kiss them
some more?"

Neeka and Lori bent to the task with a will.  I leaned back and
luxuriated in the sensation.  It looked like the Heroine business
had some nice benefits.

Later, after everyone had taken a turn soothing my poor nipples,
and those not so occupied had amused themselves however they
chose, we turned on the TV in time to catch the news.  The lead
story was about two prison work farm escapees who had been
recaptured after the truck they had stolen had broken down in a
residential part of town.  Both men had been severely injured and
were being treated in the prison hospital.  One had four broken
ribs and a collapsed lung and the other had unspecified groin
injuries.  Both were expected to recover after a long
convalescence.  

The men told authorities that they had been attacked by a gang of
20 outlaw bikers who beat them senseless and left them for dead.
Law enforcement agencies are on the lookout for the gang and
bulletins have been issued, but since no such biker gang had been
seen in the area, the authorities were not confident of a quick
resolution of this unusual case.  A large quantity of blood on
the clothes of one of the men had been determined through
laboratory tests to belong to a Caucasian female between the ages
of 13 and 19.  It was believed that the escapees had murdered a
girl, but no body had yet been found.

"Uh, oh." I said.  "Better get dressed.  We're going to have
company if Mrs. Reynolds or Mrs. Morgan heard that.  And get rid
of that junk on the table."

Bud grabbed the ropes, clamps and knife and threw them into the
drawer with the rest of the clothesline.

We had no sooner got our clothes back on than the phone rang.  I
picked up the extension on the desk.  It was Mrs. Henderson,
calling to check on Lori and Sara.  I handed her the phone and
listened to Lori's side of the conversation.

"We're fine, mom.  No, we haven't seen any bikers.  No, we're all
quite safe here, really.  The Reynolds' have a huge watchdog that
is quite capable of scaring off anyone who might try to break in.
 He's right here in the room with us.  Yes, all the doors are
locked.  Mom?  Believe me, we are safer here than we would be at
home.  Thank you for worrying.  Yes, we'll call you tomorrow when
we're on the way home.  I love you, too.  Bye."

"How is she taking it?" I asked Lori.

"She's concerned.  She's not freaked.  I don't think she's buying
the biker gang angle.  It's the 'murdered girl' thing that has
her rattled.  We should have stripped them before we threw them
out.  The blood could be traced."  

"Not unless they get something to match it to.  I don't think
they will go through the neighborhood collecting blood samples. 
'Murdered girl' means a body somewhere.  When one doesn't turn up
and no one is reported missing, I think the whole thing will blow
over in a day or two.  As for stripping them, we would be stuck
with two prison uniforms and no good explanation as to how we got
them.  It wasn't worth the risk."

Mrs. Reynolds and an attractive red-haired woman I took to be
Mrs. Morgan practically ran down the stairs into the family room.
 Lori retreated back to the couch where she and her sister sat
snuggled between Jim and Bud.  Something did not look right for a
second.  I looked again.  It wasn't Lori and Sara between Jim and
Bud, it was Lori and Sara between Bud and Jim.  I wondered when
the swap had come about.

Mrs. Morgan ran straight to Neeka and almost knocked her off her
feet in a big hug.

"Oh darling, thank goodness you're safe!  I was so worried when
we saw the news."

Neeka managed to get enough space to breathe.  "Mom!  I'm fine. 
We're all fine.  Those bikers never came near here.  We never
even heard a motorcycle.  Did you?"

"No.  We didn't hear a thing.  When we heard that those men were
captured only a block from here, we got...we came right over to
check on you all."

After hearing her misspeak, I looked Mrs. Morgan over carefully.
Her skirt was bunched in the back over her hastily-tucked-in
blouse and she had missed a button on the side.  I wanted to
smile, but I didn't dare.

"Mom, I want to introduce you to Samantha.  Sam, this is my
mother."  Mrs. Morgan was a few inches shorter than her daughter
and only a little taller than me. She looked at me with keen
interest.  If I was right about her open relationship with her
daughter, she had already heard enough to make her curious about
her daughter's new friend.  Now I could let out the smile I had
been suppressing.  Mrs. Morgan reached out a hand, but I ignored
it and walked right into a hug.  I held her tight for a while and
kissed her cheek.

"I'm very happy to meet you." I said.  "Neeka and I have become
best friends in record time.  I feel that I already know you
through her."  I lowered my voice so only the three of us could
hear and said, "I'm sorry you had to get out of bed to come over
this time of night."

"Oh that's all right.  We were...." She trailed off and looked at
me with a half-smile on her lips.  The look on her face, said
'busted'.

I smiled devilishly at her and went to kiss her cheek again, but
instead I stuck my nose behind her jaw and kissed her neck.  I
was rewarded by feeling her shiver in my arms.  I let go of her
and a second later she let go of me, too.  I had the feeling that
she really wanted to kiss me, but there were too many people
around.  I could see where Neeka got her shyness as well as her
uninhibited sexual appetites.  It was an odd combination.

"We're all fine, really." I assured her.  "You have nothing to
worry about.  I won't let anything happen to Neeka."

While Mrs. Morgan was wondering how I could guarantee her
daughter's safety, I noticed that Mrs. Reynolds had finished
making sure that her boys were undamaged and was looking around
the room.  I saw her smile when she saw that the stacks of towels
she had left us had been used.  I made a mental not to thank her
for that bit of thoughtfulness.  I saw her bend over and pick
something up from under the table at the far end of the couch.  I
hoped it wasn't a stray slice of pizza or empty drink cup.  We
had tried to be neat about taking food into the plushly carpeted
room.  My heart jumped into my throat when I saw that it was the
garden shears with a piece of the cotton clothesline still stuck
in the jaws.

Mrs. Reynolds looked at the shears for a second.  Then she opened
them and pulled the bit of rope out.  She carried them over to
the drawer where they had been for the last couple of weeks since
she had brought them into the room.  She pulled out the drawer
and saw Bud's hurried concealment of the cut rope, the clamps,
and the little homemade knife.  She dropped the shears into the
drawer and pushed it shut.  When she turned around her face was a
mask of wonder and terror.  She looked again at Bud and Jim, who
were sitting on the couch with the Henderson's, then she turned
toward me and walked stiffly over to stand next to me and the
Morgan's.  Mrs. Morgan was telling Neeka how glad she was that
she was OK for the third time.

Mrs. Reynolds fixed me with a steely look and said, "Sam, can I
speak with you a moment?"  Without waiting for an answer, she
took my arm and led me down to the other end of the room, next to
the drawer where she found the evidence.

"Is there something you would like to share with me?" she asked
in a low controlled voice.

"Are you sure you want to know?  This might be one of those times
when you would really rather not."

"Oh my God."  She leaned on the cabinet for support.  "Give me
the short version.  Then I'll let you know if I want to hear the
rest."

"OK. Two bad men forced their way in and I beat the crap out of
them."

She laughed.  She put her hand over her mouth and she started to
have a bad case of the giggles.  The rest of the people in the
room looked over at the sound.  I smiled back like I had just
told her a joke to relieve the tension.

When she had control again, she wiped her eyes and said, "The
news report said twenty bikers."

"A slight exaggeration.  I haven't been on a bike since I was 10.
 That one had playing cards in the spokes."

"And the murdered girl's blood?"

"Will match my DNA perfectly if they ever get a sample for
comparison."

"Oh no!  I really didn't want to hear that."

"Told ya."

"This is going to sound dumb, but are you all right?"

"I'm fine.  Take me out for a steak dinner tomorrow and I'll be
perfect."

"No one was hurt?  No one else, I mean."

"Not even bruised.  Neeka came the closest, but she thinks of it
as a missed opportunity to do something kinky.  That girl's
character runs very deep.  Is her mother the same way?"

"No, I think that's from her father.  She gets her looks and her
shyness and her thirst for adventure from her mother.  He father
is the business-oriented realist who can deal with crises with a
steady hand."  She took a deep breath.  She was starting to
relax. 

 "The two men," she said.  "One had his ribs crushed and the
other sounds like he's not going to be swimming in the gene pool
anymore."

"Yes?"

"Why are they still alive?"

I looked dead straight into her eyes and spoke in as low a voice
as I could manage, "If they had hurt any of my family or my
friends, they would never have walked out the door.  You would
have had to replace the carpet to get rid of them.  As it was, I
just wanted them out of here."

"You let them leave?"

"I tossed their sorry asses out the front door and threatened to
send Brute after them if they didn't turn themselves in to the
law."

"But Brute wouldn't hurt a fly!  He's just a big teddy bear."

I raised an eyebrow.  "That dog is a slavering demon straight
from the fiery pit of Hades if he thinks a member of this
household is in danger.  You underestimate him.  I put them down,
he convinced them to leave."

"Hmmm.  I'm under no illusions as to which member of the
household he thought he was protecting.  You have yourself a
dog."

"And he has me.  We made a pretty good team.  Jim showed some
grace under fire too.  In fact, everybody behaved reasonably
well.  Except Sara Henderson.  But she won't be opening any more
doors to strangers anytime soon."

"Ah!  I wondered about that.  OK, that's all I need to know.  We
can save the grisly parts for some other time.  And I'll buy you
that steak dinner.  Hell, I'll buy you a steak dinner every day
of your life.  You saved everyone I love.  You..."  She stopped
short and looked at me with that 'don't know you' look that I was
seeing so much of lately.  "Do you remember when I said you
weren't a superhero, that you were an angel?"  

"Uh hunh."

"I was wrong.  Angels don't kick butt.  You must be a
superhero."

"Superheroine, thank you.  We've already had that debate."

"Uh oh.  Sounds like somebody's secret identity is blown."

"It was unavoidable.  Jim tried to explain it away, but the
Henderson's saw too much."

"What about Monique?"

"Neeka trusted me with her life after spending two hours in my
company.  I think my secret is safe with her.  Lori and Sara
might talk, but I doubt it."

"Well, we were just lucky that you were here, SuperSam."

"All in day's work, ma'am."

She hugged me hard and I felt tears on the back of my neck.

"I may have to quit Cheerleading." I said.

"Whatever for?  You love Cheerleading."

"I need to start taking martial arts lessons.  Kung Fu or Karate
or something.  OK?"

Bambi looked like she wanted to tell me not to be silly, that I
did not need to know any fighting techniques, but she swallowed
whatever comment she was about to make and nodded.  Neither of us
could say if I would need it in the future, but it was clear to
both of us that Cheerleader Fu might come up short in the
crunch.

"Do Lori and Sara need a ride home?" She asked, changing the
subject.

"Tomorrow.  I got Mrs. Henderson to let them stay here tonight. 
That's OK, isn't it?"

"You got the mother of two girls you barely know to give them to
you to play with all night?"

"Well, gee, that's kind of the crass way of putting it; but yes,
I suppose that's what I did."

"Where will they sleep?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Only if I need to get a spare bedroom ready."

"I don't think that will be necessary.  Thanks.  But I think Jim
and Bud have dibs on my new toys for tonight, and Neeka and I
have sort of a thing going."

"A thing?"

"It's a very special relationship, OK?  She's just wonderful. 
She can almost read my mind.  She... Oh no."

"What's wrong, Sam?"

"Wait.  Look over my shoulder.  What's Neeka doing?"

"Right now she's standing next to her mother, probably wondering
what we're talking about for so long.  Why?"

"Watch this."

"Uh oh.  I know that sound.  It's you trying out another
superpower."

I closed my eyes and relaxed.  I let my mind clear and thought,
"Neeks, please bring me a drink."  I opened my eyes.

Bambi said, "Here comes Monique with a glass.  Was that what you
wanted?"

I nodded.  That was why it seemed that Neeka could read my mind.
That was why she was willing to put her life on the line.  She
could hear my thoughts.  Neeka came up and handed me the glass. 
I took a drink and looked at her and thought in words ten feet
tall, "I love you."  She put her arms around me and kissed me. 
She kissed real good.  I was feeling faint again by the time she
let me come up for air.

I don't know if Mrs. Morgan thought she might have to pry us
apart or if she just got tired of watching the show from a
distance, but she was there when I opened my eyes again.

"Gee!" I said, "You kiss like you have nothing else to do for the
rest of your life.  You're wonderful."

Bambi asked, "I wonder if it works the other way?"

Mrs. Morgan said, "What?  Kissing?  Or asking for a drink?"

The silence was deafening.  Neither Bambi nor I wanted to
consider the implications of that innocent comment, but there it
was.  I was about to ask Mrs. Morgan something when the question
became moot.

"You know, you are the only one to call her Neeks.  When she was
a baby, just learning to talk, she couldn't say Monique.  She
called herself Neeka, so that's what Carl and I started calling
her."  I guess the staring go to be too much.  She said, "What? 
You look like you've seen a ghost."

I asked Bambi, "I don't really see that we have a choice now; do
you?  She's going to pick something up.  And it's going to be a
giveaway."

"No," Bambi said, "We have to tell them both.  There is no other
choice.  You won't be able to keep it from Monique anyway.  And
it wouldn't be fair to ask her to keep it from Fiona.  Sorry,
Fiona.  I know we're talking about you as if you weren't here,
but this is serious.  We'd rather not ask you to share this with
us.  I expect it will be something of a burden.  There is no
reason for Carl to know, though.  We'd rather you didn't tell him
unless it becomes necessary."

"Tell me what?  Tell Carl what?  What are we talking about?" 
Fiona asked.

"Mrs. Morgan," I said.  "I want you to tell me what you heard a
minute ago when I asked Neeka for a drink.  Can you remember
exactly?"

"Well, you said, 'Neeks, please bring me a drink.'  At least I
think that was it."

I nodded to Bambi, "That was it. Word for word."

Bambi said, "We need to investigate this.  There are a lot of
things that we need to know about this.  But first, we have to
let Fiona and Neeka know what...well, who....Oh, this is tougher
than I thought.  Do you want to try?"

Neeka had her arm around me, holding me.  I tried to experience
the moment to the fullest, in case it was our last.  In case she
changed her mind about me in the next few minutes.  I mustered
all the courage that I could and I looked and Neeka and her
mother and said, "This is going to sound like I am a raving
lunatic, but I want you to bear in mind I can demonstrate
everything I am about to tell you, so get a real tight grip on
reality, because it's about to change.  As best as we can tell
from what we know right now, I am an untrained, still developing,
18 year old, 5' 1", 105 pound, blonde, busty superhero, er,
superheroine."

I winced, expecting laughter, derision, anything.  What I got was
a big hug from Neeka, who said, "Yes, I know."

Nothing could have floored me faster than that.  I became
inarticulate.  "Hunh?" I said.

"I knew you were special when you were in the coffee shop
yesterday.  I knew you were going to come back.  I knew what you
were going to ask me.  When you were talking with Mrs. Henderson,
I knew what you wanted me to say and when.  I knew how you
planned to distract those men and what you wanted me to do to
help.  I knew how far you were prepared to go defending us. 
That's when I knew what you really are."

Mrs. Morgan was stunned more by her daughter's admission about
the convicts than about me.  She said, "Those men were here?"

"Yes, Mom.  They burst in and took us all hostage.  We didn't
tell you because we didn't want you to worry.  Sam beat them up
and made them leave.  As well as being beautiful, sexy and sweet,
she is very strong, heals very quickly, and can stand a lot of
pain. And I can hear her thoughts.  It looks like you can, too."

Mrs. Morgan couldn't get past the idea of her daughter being in
danger.  She said, "Sam beat them up?  Darling, what did they do
to you?"

"Mom, they didn't hurt me.  Sam wouldn't let them.  I knew she
wouldn't.  I wasn't even scared.  Yes, Sam beat them up.  She
made them hurt her instead of me and then she hurt them back much
worse.  You should have seen her.  She was great."

"Right.  Superheroine.  OK.  Can we sit down?  I'm not feeling
well."

We went back to the now deserted sofa at the other end of the
room.  The boys and the Henderson sisters had snuck out during
all the palaver.  Before they left, they had put Brute out and
relocked the back door behind them.  I was pretty sure where to
find them, but I wasn't taking any bets on whose bedroom each
girl had gone into.

Mrs. Morgan dropped onto the couch in a daze.  I offered her a
soda, but she asked Bambi for something stronger.  "Bourbon would
be great," she said.  Bambi poured her a drink at the bar and
brought it over to her.  She gulped half of it.

"So we can read your mind?  Is that it?" she said, suspiciously.

"You heard me when I 'spoke' to Neeka," I said, "and I never
opened my mouth.  I thought Neeka might be able to hear me, from
the way she always seemed to know just what I was thinking; but
you surprised me."  

I had been thinking how Bambi and I were so much in tune with
each other that I had been missing all the clues about Neeka and
me.  That's why it was so much of a shock for me.  Almost as much
as it was for Fiona Morgan.

"Can we try it again?  I'm having a hard time believing this."

Bambi said, "Let's try this   Monique, would you go back to the
other end of the room, please.  Thanks.  Now, Sam, I want you to
ask Neeka to do something.  It doesn't matter what."

"OK, "I said.  I waited until Neeka got to the far end of the big
room.  It was about fifty feet long and twenty feet deep.  She
was standing some forty feet away.  I silently asked her to blow
me a kiss.  She smiled and did just what I asked.

"Any time you're ready," Bambi said.

"That was it." I said.  I asked Mrs. Morgan, "Did you hear
that?"

"Hear what?"

"Good," Bambi said, "now ask Fiona something."

I silently asked Mrs. Morgan if she would like some more ice in
her drink.

"No thanks.  I'm fine right now...Oh my God!  It was just like
you spoke to me!  I heard your voice clear as day."

Bambi let out a breath.  "It's selective.  Or it's directional. 
At least you're not broadcasting where everyone can hear every
thought in your head.  Neeka?  Did you hear anything just now?"

Neeka said, "She asked if Mom wanted more ice."

I said, "Maybe it's more a matter of tuning, like a radio?  Neeka
and I are on the same frequency or something."

"Could be.  Could be this is something that works better the
younger you are.  We don't know enough yet.  I want to know if it
works the other way around.  Fiona, think of your favorite brand
of bourbon.  Sam?  Anything?"

Listening was a different thing than sending.  To send, I just
had to think about it.  I wasn't sure how to receive.  I tried
concentrating on Mrs. Morgan.  I tried relaxing and being
passive.  I tried everything I could think of.  I ran out of
ideas.  Mrs. Morgan picked up her drink and took a sip.  I
wondered what bourbon tasted like.  Suddenly the worst taste I
have ever had in my mouth flooded across my tongue.  I opened my
mouth and stuck out my tongue and said, "Ewwwwww! Yuck!  What is
that!"  

I heard Mrs. Morgan say, "Jack Daniels."

"Well it's awful!  How can you drink that stuff?"

I heard a laugh and then, "Practice."  It was then that I
realized that Mrs. Morgan had not spoken and neither had I.  I
pulled my bourbon-soaked tongue back in my mouth and clapped a
hand over it.

"What's wrong?" Bambi asked.

Neeka laughed from the far end of the room.  "She doesn't like
the taste of Mom's drink.  She's never tasted liquor before and
she thinks it's awful.  Sorry, I should have said something.  I
can not only hear what Sam is thinking, I can feel what she's
feeling."

"Let's try this again," I said.  "Without the bourbon, please?  I
have an idea."  I sent to Mrs. Morgan, "Did you have a hard time
keeping your hands off your pussy for 24 hours?"

The wave of embarrassment I got back was swamped by the surge of
arousal that she felt on remembering the torment that being
denied release had meant.  We both blushed deeply.  I could not
tell if the excitement I felt was hers or mine.  Neeka moaned and
I smiled.  I could hardly wait to get her alone.  I had a few
things I wanted to think at her.  Neeka sat down on a weight
bench and pressed her knees together.

"I can ask questions and get answers," I said aloud.  "I can't
just tune-in on her thoughts.  She has to be thinking back at me.
 I can share what she's feeling if I am concentrating on her,
though.  Although, Neeka can tap my thoughts anytime.  She can
feel whatever I...oh shit!  Neeka!  I'm so sorry!"  I was
devastated by my comprehension of what I had done to her.

"It's OK."  Neeka said, running over to sit on the couch and put
her arms around me.  "You didn't know and it doesn't matter."

"I'm lost, here," Bambi said.

"Me, too," Mrs. Morgan added.

I hung my head.  I had hurt someone I cared about.  I was
ashamed.

"She's embarrassed," Neeka said.  "She thinks she hurt me.  She's
wrong.  It's not her fault.  Those men did it.  They tortured
her.  The pain was awful.  Then she did it to herself a hundred
times worse in order to get free and defeat them.  She feels bad
because she knows now that I felt everything she did.  She blames
herself for hurting me."

"What did they do to her?" Bambi asked Neeka, with a fierce note
of anger in her voice.

"It was horrible," Neeka said, "They tied her hands behind her. 
They put clamps on her nipples and tied them to one of those
hooks in the ceiling.  They thought they were hurting her by
making her balance on that bench while she was hanging by her
breasts.  She outfoxed them.  She flipped upside down and stood
on the ceiling while her whole weight was suspended from her
nipples.  She got her hands free and undid the clamps and dropped
to the floor.  Then she...she made an obscene gesture at them. 
That was fantastic!  She took all that pain and she came back at
them.  They rushed her.  She beat them to a pulp.  She wanted Jim
to open the door, but his hands were tied, so I did it.  She
called Brute in and used him to scare them into turning
themselves in to the police.  I don't think they really had a
choice about that.  They both needed a doctor by then."

Bambi looked like her tongue had turned to shit in her mouth. 
Mrs. Morgan had her arms crossed over her breasts, imagining what
it would have felt like to be hung by them.  I was trying to
think of some way this story could have come out differently.  I
had hurt too many innocent people tonight and I was wondering if
I hadn't let the men who made it necessary off easy.  I wondered
if being a superheroine was something I should be doing after
all.

"Don't you dare think that!" Neeka said to me.  "Don't you dare!
You saved us.  You did the right thing.  You did the best thing.
I'm so proud of you."

I decided that since the story had been told, I might as well
drag everything out in the open.  

"The pain wasn't that bad, actually," I said.  "For me, I mean. 
I'm sorry you were hurt, Neeka.  I can take quite a lot of pain.
Bambi warned me about the danger of becoming a pain slut, but
that was before we knew it would actually be an advantage to have
a high pain threshold."  I looked at Mrs. Morgan.  "Would you
like to see what they did to me?"

She looked horrified, but I knew she was fascinated, because she
did not say "no".  Bambi could not say a word.  She was too busy
blaming herself for things that weren't her fault.  I knew she
could not object to a demonstration when she had used the same
devices on me herself.  She was the one I had to reach.  I could
not leave things as they were, with everyone unhappy or wallowing
in guilt.  When I recognized it in me, I knew that Bambi felt
even worse and I had to do something to defuse the situation
before it did any more emotional damage.

I got the clamps, with the rope still attached, and brought them
back to show Mrs. Morgan.  Neeka had been an intimate eyewitness
and Bambi could not open her mouth without admitting that she had
used them on me before the men did, even though her motives were
very different from theirs.

Mrs. Morgan examined the clamps.  She seemed fascinated with
them.  She kept closing and opening them, admiring the wide,
rubber-coated jaws and the heavy steel construction.

"Would you like to try them?" I asked her.  I heard Bambi flinch
at the suggestion.  Neeka, of course, knew what I was doing and
why.  I realized that I had acquired a live, walking, talking
conscience.  I could have no secrets from her.  Every nasty look,
every unkind, peevish, or unfair thought, she would know.  Yet, I
loved her dearly.  I could never resent her.  She was quickly
becoming an essential part of my life.  I imagined not having her
by my side and the sharp pang of emptiness I felt made me turn to
reassure myself that she was still there.  She was, of course,
and she looked at me with such an expression of love that I
wanted to dive directly into her heart and live there forever.  I
saw a tear roll down her cheek and I tore my gaze away before I
broke down and cried, too.  You cannot imagine the feeling of
having someone know all your secrets, all your guilt, all your
thoughts, and love you anyway.

Mrs. Morgan handed back the clamps.  She continued to look at
them in my hand as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off
of her shoulders.  Her breasts were lovely.  She had the same
pale skin as her daughter and the same sprinkling of freckles
across her chest.  Her breasts were full and round and her puffy
areola were dark red, almost the same color as her hair.  She was
breathing in short gasps, staring at the clamps as she
anticipated their bite.  I recognized the compulsion she felt to
put her breasts into the jaws of the devices, the need to
surrender her most tender parts to the cruel mechanical jaws.

I held out a clamp and she leaned forward and offered a breast.

"Put your hands behind your back," I told her.  She took a sharp
breath and complied quickly.  "Get ready, this will hurt a lot at
first, but you will get accustomed to it in a little while."

She nodded, and did not flinch when I took hold of her nipple and
started to stretch it out away from her breast.  When it was
about an inch long, and she had begun to mewl with the pain and
the anticipation of pain, I slipped the clamp into place and let
the jaws snap shut on her flesh.

At first I thought she would scream.  She drew in a deep ragged
breath with her jaw hanging open, but she just held it before
letting it out with a shudder.  She worked her jaw and the
muscles in her shoulders bunched, but she made no other sound.  I
held out the second clamp and she almost eagerly offered her
other breast to it.  I slid in into place as before and let it
close on her breast, just at the border of her red areola and her
milky while flesh.  Her nipples bulged out under the clamps and
were pulled downward by their weight.  I held onto the cotton
rope that connected them together.

When I thought she had had time to get used to them, I pulled on
the cord, raising it up and pulling her breasts up with it.  When
the weight of her flesh was pulling down on the clamps, I
stopped.  She started to whimper and her face contorted as she
savored the pain.  I tugged upward very slightly as if to remind
her of how much worse the pain could be.  Her mind supplied the
rest and she started to beg, "Please, please, no more.  Take them
off.  Please take them off."  Since all she had to do was take
her hands out from behind her back and release the clamps
herself, I knew she was indulging her fantasy.  I wrapped the
rope around my fist, as if to get a firm grip on it before I
pulled as hard as I could.  I pulled up just fractionally higher
on the clamps.  She screamed.  It was a high wail.  Not loud. 
Not as loud as I had screamed when Bubba hoisted me by the
nipples, certainly.  I released the tension on the rope and let
her breasts fall back and the clamps drop to her chest, yanking
her nipples downward.  She fell back on the sofa and climaxed.

I was focused on her and I felt it too.  It hit me like a
three-liter bottle of cola to the back of the head and I reeled.
Neeka grabbed my arm and I realized that she was feeling her
mother's orgasm through me.  It was a very strange experience to
feel someone else's climax this way.  It must have been doubly
strange for Neeka.  I heard her gasp as the wave of pleasure
snapped through her.

In a daze, I reached out and released the clamps on Mrs. Morgan.
Then we all sat back and rode out our climax.  Shortly, the three
of us were beaming.  Even Bambi was smiling, although for her it
could only have been a vicarious experience.  Still, it was an
improvement.

Before I had completely recovered, I pulled my dress off and
attached the clamps to my own breasts.  The familiar sensation
brought back a lot of memories, both good and bad.  I handed the
rope to the one person I could trust with it.  Neeka handled the
length of rope like it was a snake that might turn and bite her.

"I can take more than you can, so you get to do the honors." I
told her.

A strange look came into her eyes.  On the one hand, she wouldn't
hurt me for the world, but on the other, she had just shared in
her mother's climax and her adventurous nature was telling her to
go for it, on the third hand, whatever she did to me, she would
feel, too.  It was an interesting set of choices.  She smiled, a
big toothy smile that looked scary on her sweet face and she
stood up, pulling me with her.  She led me around the end of the
sofa like a dog on a leash.  From the malevolent look on her
face, I thought I was about to see a new side of Neeka.

She led me all the way back to the other end of the room and
pulled open the cabinet drawer with all the stuff in it.  She
reached in and started to pull out a piece of rope, when she
spotted the handcuffs.  I turned my back and held my arms out
behind me.  She slapped on the cuffs like she had seen too many
episodes of Cops.

Neeka spun me around and took hold of the rope again.  This time
she held it like she planned to do something with it.  I saw her
think for a moment, then she put the loop of rope over her neck
and let it drape down her back.  I couldn't figure out what she
was up to until she put her hands behind her back and pulled down
on the loop.  The rope pulled me to her.  She pulled down harder
and my breasts were lifted and pulled up to her shoulders.  We
here belly to belly and my face was just below hers.  She tilted
her head down and put her lips on mine and kissed me, all the
while pulling the rope tighter and tighter, stretching my breasts
over her shoulders.  The excitement I felt completely drowned out
any feeling of pain.  I kissed her back, frustrated that I could
not use my arms.

She broke the kiss and let go of the rope, leaving it around her
neck.  She stepped backward, drawing me along, until she reached
the weight bench against the window.  I must have hesitated,
because she smiled that evil smile again and stepped up onto the
bench pulling me with her.  She kissed me again, and while she
was kissing me she lifted the loop of rope off her neck and
pushed it up, flipping it over the hook in the ceiling.  I was
now hanging naked from the hook in the same position that I had
escaped from earlier.  The only difference was that the handcuffs
allowed more slack between my wrists than the rope bonds had
done.

Neeka stepped down off the bench, leaving me dangling from the
clamps, perched on my toes.  She examined her handiwork and then
went back to the drawer for a couple of ropes.  She tied my legs
together at the knees and the ankles and then sat down in a chair
to watch me.  Bambi and Fiona joined her.

"Is this what they did to her?" Bambi asked.  "How can she get
out of that?"

"She's almost hanging from that hook." Fiona said, massaging her
breasts in sympathy with the pain she knew I must be feeling. 
"She can't get out of that."

"Yes she can," Neeka said.  "She did before, and now she's going
to do it again for us.  She wants to.  She wants to feel it
again.  She's getting wet just thinking about it."

I wasn't 'getting' wet; I was sopping.  Now that there was no
threat, and no fear, I was excited and aroused.  Neeka was
showing me what she had known all along, that I had escaped too
quickly for both of us.  When she had expressed disappointment at
being rescued too soon and missing being abused by the convicts,
she had just been voicing a feeling that I had suppressed.

"I'll hurt you." I said.

"So hurt me.  But stop kidding yourself.  You're enjoying this. 
You like being tortured and you want to show off how much you
like it.  You know this won't be the first time, either.  Should
I make popcorn for everyone?"

Bambi covered her face with her hands, but I noticed she was
peeking between her fingers so she would not miss anything.  She
now understood that Neeka knew everything about what she had done
to me and how I had responded.  Even after she had been told
several times that Neeka could read my mind, she hadn't thought
through the implications.  Now, it was being rubbed in her face.

With all three pairs of eyes on me, I leaned back against the
pull of the clamps.  I reached out for the trance state and I
reveled in it.  It would be more difficult with my legs tied
together but I would not have had it any other way.  I did not
bother rehearsing the moves in my head this time, because now I
wasn't going for speed, but style and grace.  I squared my
shoulders and pointed my toes in my best tumbling form.  Taking a
deep breath, I slowly picked my feet up off the bench.  With my
legs and back straight, I bent into the pike position at a 90
degree angle and held for a two-count.  I sucked in my stomach
and pulled my legs up until my toes touched the ceiling.  I held
that position and then bent my back so that I could slip the
handcuffs under my butt.  I slid my hands gracefully along the
back s of my thighs and my knees and my calves.  When I reached
my ankles, I paused again.  Slowly, I bent my knees and pulled my
feet between my arms.  I was proud that I kept my toe-point
throughout.  I kept my hands raised and lowered my legs back
through the 90 degree point and then to the bench.  Instead of
standing on the bench, I raised them again until they were
parallel to the floor and only then did I take hold of the clamp
releases.  I pulled my legs up sharply to start my rotation and
pressed the releases on the clamps at the same time.  I twisted
in mid-air and stuck a full-stretch, one-point landing on the
carpet facing the audience.  I held my landing for the count of
two, before taking a bow.  It was a perfect routine.  I was
totally proud of myself.  It wasn't until then that I remembered
that all that was supposed to hurt like hell.  I had forgotten
all about the pain.  I waited at the bottom of my bow and
listened for the applause.

Neeka leaped to her feet and clapped and cheered wildly.  I
straightened and looked at Bambi and Fiona.  They were so
astonished that they were stunned into silence.  When they saw
Neeka award me a standing ovation, they both began to clap
enthusiastically.

"Thank you, thank you." I said.  "You are too kind.  Thank you. 
Now for my next trick..." I bent over again and let my hands
dangle.  I folded my thumbs into my palms and concentrated on
making my hands as thin as I could.  The handcuffs slipped off my
wrists and fell to the floor with a thud.  I took hold of the
ropes around my ankles and pulled sharply.  The rope parted with
a loud snap.  I did the same to the rope around my knees and then
I stood up and de-tranced.  The fatigue hit me right away, but I
shrugged it off.  I was buzzed from the exhilaration and I was
horny as hell.  I took Neeka by the hand and practically dragged
her up three flights of stairs to my bedroom.

I tossed her onto the bed and leaned over her.  I concentrated my
whole attention on her and I let all the arousal and sexual
tension and desire and lust and horniness pour into my mind and
out into hers.  I let my feelings escalate to a fever pitch and
then I crawled onto the bed with her and wrapped my arms and legs
around her.  I kissed her hard and long and deep.  Somewhere in
all the flood of emotion she climaxed.  I felt it and I shared
it.  Hers triggered mine and we shared that too.  Orgasm begat
orgasm, on and on and on until we were both gasping for breath
and too weak to continue.  I pulled her into the bathroom where
we ran the whirlpool tub full of hot water and climbed into the
swirl of bubbles.  We stayed there bathing each other until we
started to wrinkle and then we climbed out, dried off and crawled
into bed where we resumed our full-contact embrace.  I fell
asleep the second my head hit the pillow.  I know Neeka never go
of me the rest of the night.  When I got up to pee at 2AM she
even came with me and held my hand.





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