Message-ID: <6318eli$9802212316@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: munster@eden.rutgers.edu (El Sol) Subject: A Master's Ring (part 14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Summary: sex Keywords: sex Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6cld6t$pji@er5.rutgers.edu> I needed this part done so that I could get to part 15, simply titled Cori. Guess which Cori :) A Master's Ring Part 14 Rape (d) ----Redeem v. 1. To regain possession of by paying a specified sum. 2. To pay off. 3. To turn in and receive something in exchange. 4. To rescue or ransom. 5. To save from sin. 6. To make up for. 7. To fulfill. I sat in the living-room reading; the .45 was underneath a newspaper on the small table to my right. Melisa and Rachel had been invited to stay with with Sheila. Sheryl was staying with Jeremy. I waited. I picked up the phone when it rang. "Hello." "Nothing, Brother." "Mmhuh." "They traced the guns but it's a dead end. The site was clean. They don't even know about the hotel. They think it was a mob hit, and are about to put it away." "What about Tiffany and Kelly's new.. candidate?" "He won't talk. Tiffany told him everything; took him to see Stephanie in the hospital." "Okay." "David?" "Yes?" "Thank you." "I did it for me too, Sister." I hung up the phone, putting my hand on the .45. It had been a long two weeks. Time passes and the darkness inside yourself fades or grows. Sometime it kills you, other times it just reminds you that you're human. It wasn't the most pleasant of thoughts but it was the one that kept coming at me as I waited for the plane to land. I could hear Melisa and Rachel talking behind me. Both were giving me a modified version of the silent treatment, I had the patience to wait them out. Neither had left after the murders. that's what I expected so that they had stayed was a pleasant if somewhat confusing surprise. Melisa staying might have been expected, but Rachel was not. Neither was confusing as Stephanie's decision to come live with us, though. After her release from the hospital, her mother called me to say Stephanie was coming. She gave me the arrival time, and waited. I think she wanted me to refuse, not wanting to let her daughter go. I heard the girls' silence. I turned around to see Melisa hugging a tall redhead. It's primitive, and prejudiced. To see someone hurt a beautiful woman and to hate them more because she was beautiful. Because her smile is never going to have that touch of innocence in it. Fear will cloud her eyes, at first all the time, later on in flashes as they ask if you're going to hurt her too. She was much taller than me at 6 feet. She made Melisa look even more doll-like. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel looking at me. I think it affects women too. The idea that someone would hurt a beautiful woman. Red hair, green eyes, a tremendous length of leg. I wished I had had the opportunity to kill them slow. She surprised me again. She reached down took my hand before I could say anything. She held my palm up and deposited a ring into it. I looked at it. It was the white Sibling ring, with my crest on it. God, why do people constantly test each other like that? Rachel and Melisa were standing next to us frozen. I looked up and saw that Rachel knew what Stephanie had done meant. To belong only to me. She was beautiful. Tall, beautifully proportioned, vivid coloring, but she hurt so much it flowed from her in waves. I reached out to take her hand, and gave her the ring back. "No." "You can't refuse her, David." Melisa said angrily. "You know that." I looked at Stephanie, her eyes were filling with tears. I wondered how much she had cried in the last few weeks, how much more she would cry. "I can't.. I wouldn't refuse a Sibling..anything. But you're not a Sibling." "What the fuck are you talking about, David." Rachel interrupted. "Of course, she's a Sibling. She's got the ring. You can't say she can't live with us. She needs you." I looked at Rachel. She was mad; at me, at the guys who hurt Stephanie. She had bonded, and whatever she thought of me she wanted to give Stephanie whatever Stephanie thought she needed. I shook my head and looked at Stephanie again. "What does a Sibling do, Stephanie?" She looked at me; angry, confused, hurt. "A Sibling is the pleasure of a Brother." Melisa said for her. I nodded. "My Sister asked me to take her daughter into my home. That's enough Stephanie." The gratitude in her eyes would have hurt if she had not been destroyed and come to me to rebuild her. The thought that she was happy not to have to sleep with me did hit the ego though. I smiled as I turned away. Sometimes its nice to know you can be one-tracked by a pair of green eyes. The drive home was quiet. I could feel each woman wrap herself in her own thoughts. Melisa was thinking about what I had said and done to Stephanie. I gave her freedom and protection not because she was a Sibling or even because she was the child of my Sister. Melisa thought she understood Brothers but having one for a parent and one for a lover are two different things. She had seen two sides; my control over her body and my actions against Stephanie's rapists. I had made a mistake with Melisa. I had thought she really understood what it meant to be my Sibling. She did in some ways but part of her; the part the rest of the world socialized couldn't accept how completely outside of the world I could live. Stephanie sat in the front seat. The flashes of emotion said she was reliving the pain. She would turn to look at me surprised. I guess being brutalized makes you forget that people can be kind that someone, a man can think of your needs first. That a man didn't just want to use you. Rachel and I made eye-contact in the rear-view occasionally. She looked stunned. Part of her didn't accept the Society, didn't want to. But she had defended Stephanie's choice. I knew she was Melisa's lover, that Melisa had started it to drive her to me. I think she knew it too. We held eyes for a long moment and she looked away. We arrived at the house. I carried her bags to the spare room. Melisa and Rachel were standing staring at the Stephanie. She was looking around the room, worry flooded her face. "Stephanie." I said. She turned to look at me. I waited. I didn't have any training in how to treat someone broken down in the way that she was. I could only treat her as I would any Sibling but without any hint of sexuality. She looked around the room again. "Alone." she said quietly. I waited. She might have been broken but I would not let her digress to childhood. She looked at me. Her eyes flashed anger. I smiled at her. Every bottom challenges the authority of their top. It's not much fun for either party without that challenge. With Brothers and Siblings, it's usually just a look, a clashing of wills, a Sibling challenging a Brother silently to move that inch in their direction. The anger in Stephanie's eyes spiked just a little higher. I smiled at her again, and let my eyes roam over her body in supremely self-satisfied appreciation. She blushed when we made eye-contact. She stood up a little straighter, her chest coming out just a bit before her eyes darkened. She looked away the anger, and pride swept aside by memory. I sighed loudly, and relaxed. She looked at me. I still waited for her to ask for what she wanted. "I'd rather not be alone." I looked at Rachel. "Your room is big enough for the three of you." I said, the frightening part is that it really was. It was directly above my room and the living room. The other bedrooms on the second floor were only about a third the size if that. "We'll go to the mall, tonight or tomorrow and buy some of those cloth and steel wire closets that you put together. We'll put a few of those in here. This will be a walk-in closet for all your stuff. That will give you more room." I waited for Rachel to answer. She looked at Stephanie. I knew the whole triple arrangement wasn't something she really wanted, but the size of her room did allow it easily, especially if the spare room was converted to one huge closet. She nodded. Her eyes widened as she looked at Melisa. I smiled at her. She hadn't thought of Melisa's opinion in all this, had not even considered. It was my decision, and she had treated it as such. She looked at me. I nodded at her. A part of her had finally accepted Melisa's role in my life. I didn't look at Melisa, if she had broken away from the Siblings she would have challenged me verbally. She had been close, right before the murders and right after it. It was touch and go until Stephanie. It was an unfair comparison and probably a bad way to decide to stay a Sibling. There was Stephanie shattered by men outside the society, and there was a Brother. Like I said not exactly the best comparison to make when deciding your life, but I don't think Melisa wanted to be fair anyway. "You should all start rearranging your clothes and closet stuff in that room." I said as I moved over to see how the bed had to be broken down. It had been an early flight, so I was allowed to drown myself in moving things between rooms. Taking the bed apart, putting it back together. Moving piles of clothes onto the beds. We went shopping for stand-up clothing. I don't understand the male dislike of shopping with women. Yes, they shop differently than most men. I mean I don't care that I might something cheaper if I walk to the next store, as long as I've found exactly what I want in one store. But shopping with women can be extremely relaxing. You walk around behind them from store to store. You only actually have to pay attention when they ask you something. Most female stores provide seating for the "men". You can lounge around relax, and your only responsibilities are saying appreciative things at the things that look good on them, and finding diplomatic ways to say that's not exactly a good color on them. You can do a lot of thinking, and being with yourself. The added bonus in my situation is that I was walking around a crowded mall with a short doll-like blonde, an athletic blonde, and 6 feet of red hair and smoldering green eyes. Every heterosexual male was staring at me enviously, and pretty much every woman looked at me wonderingly. The men it was all the fact that Melisa, Rachel and Stephanie were attractive each in their own way but undeniably so. For the women,it was different. To a part of them, it was obvious that the three women were revolving around me. Melisa was mine, every second after Stephanie's arrival solidifying that in her. Rachel was beginning to flirt with the idea approaching it from different angles and with each approach getting closer and closer but she hadn't yet acknowledged it. Finally I was Stephanie's safety line; any male getting close to her even with just their eyes had her taking steps back to me. It's a subtle thing that most people don't really notice on a conscious level, unless they are looking for it. So they shopped for what they wanted, I watched them, the crowds, and sat with myself getting comfortable with me outside of death again. At home, I put the closets together and watched as they arranged everything inside them. It is no small pleasure to watch a woman do things, just about anything. We went out to dinner. I sat quietly speaking only to fill the void of Stephanie hitting bottom quickly. The moments came on suddenly as if she had no control of her emotions. One moment laughing at a joke, the next plummeting as the hair of one of the other diners hit the light the wrong way. At home, I watched TV as they finished straightening up their room. It had looked pretty straight to me. I went to bed early. It had been a relaxing day but the first I'd had in a long time. I woke; the bed shifted slightly as someone climbed onto it. They crawled up my body pausing only to fondle me through my shorts. They waited until I was fully engorged before proceeding. I opened my eyes to see Melisa staring down at me, blue-eyes just looking into mine. She kissed me hard. I could taste another woman on her lips. She let the kiss go, and stared at me again. "That's what Rachel tastes like." she said. I reached down between us, she was naked. I ran a finger between wet lips and brought it do take the wetness off of it with my mouth. She watched. She sat up, moved down my body taking my shorts off. Once, she had them off she moved again stopping to give my dick one quick lick and nip before continuing up. She stopped to stare at me. I stared back. She was looking for something and it was easier just to let her look for it. She reached between our bodies, took my dick in her hand, and placed the head just inside her pussy. It had been a long time and her wetness felt good against me. Rachel had only primed her for me. I smiled to myself, letting the glow of the take me. Rachel had only primed her for me. She let me into her slowly, carefully, enjoying every moment of the slow penetration. When she had herself seated on me, I moved her thighs a little bit farther apart and quickly pumped up. She gasped as that motion drove me completely inside her. I used my hands on her hips pull her down keeping me fully in her as I dropped my hips. I rested there. All I wanted to do was pump into her until I came but while she would have enjoyed it, it would not have been half as pleasurable as what did happen. There is very few pleasures like being on the bottom and still being completely in control of someone else's pleasure, especially for a Dom. She moved, wriggling her hips, rotating them, occasionally moving up and down my dick. Everytime, she pumped up and down my dick more than twice I would lift my hips off the bed and hold her hips still. She moaned and looked at me, she wanted me to lose control inside her but I was having none of it. I wanted her screaming. She couldn't control it past the third time she challenged me. While she had been with Rachel, she wasn't a lesbian. The pleasure with Rachel was pleasure but different than this one. It's like getting a massage when you need an itch scratched. Pleasurable but it doesn't take care of the problem. She started moving on me, holding contact with my skin, fully embedded on me. She moved her hips to rub her clitoris on me, I hardened more at the motion, at her pleasure. She gasped as the increased thickness drove her over the edge. She held herself rigid, as waves of pleasure assaulted her. She moved slightly and it drove pleasure into her body just a little bit higher. She started moving up and down my dick, I let her she was too uncontrolled reaching for her own pleasure to move with the concerted effort it would take to drive me into orgasm. She moaned and let out a small low scream of release as she hit another peak and started sliding down the other side. I let her catch her breath as I played my fingers on her lower back. My balls ached for release but that edge of discomfort wasn't completely over the top and I had a point to drive deep into her body. I waited letting her breathing direct me. She had just gotten to relax even with me inside her, when I began to stroke into her. It wasn't much to begin with, just a gentle motion that took me out of her about an inch to an inch and half and drove that far into her again. I didn't do much for me either, except listening as her breathing got ragged as the slow stroking took her from comfort, to enjoying the rocking motion, to enjoying the feeling of my dick moving within her, to wanting more of the motion. I stopped. She raised up and slapped me on the chest, groaning a protest. I drove my hips up, lifting her, and dropped. She dropped impaling her pussy on my dick and let out an animalistic growl. The burning inside of her was growing. I wouldn't let her stroke up and down my dick again though. She put her hands on my sides, and drove her nails into me scoring me with them. I put my hands on my hips and held her still. Again, it was too much. She wanted the pleasure that her body could feel itself just over the next motion of her hips. She let go of my sides, put her hands over my hands trying to move them, trying to move her pussy on my hard dick. I held her still, taking my hips off the bed, lifting her. She came close to whimpering with need. She could move her hips but not enough, if she had been patient she could have made herself come with just those slight motions. But I was already not letting her feel me moving in and out of her, she couldn't wait the time that it would have taken to make herself cum. "Please, David." she said finally, her need growing too much. I let her go, with another quick lift of my hips and drop. As she hit bottom, her hips started immeadiately moving to rub herself into the next orgasm. I wouldn't let her stroke up and down keeping my hands on her hips preventing her from lifting up my dick, only allowing her to move back and forth, and side to side. It wasn't what she wanted but it was better than what she had been allowed before. She dropped her chest onto mine, changing the angle of my body on hers. She kissed me, I took her tongue into my mouth rubbing hers with mine to match the motion of her body on mine. The trip up was faster for her this time. I waited for it. That moment right after orgasm, when a woman is coming down but her body hasn't quite decided that it wants to. I waited and she peaked. This time her body stayed rigid as she used her hands to hold her upperbody straight off my body. Her head fell back as the pleasure not coming to her the way she really wanted was just on the side of uncomfortable. I waited and her body relaxed that small amount that says she's on the other side. I moved. She's small, almost tiny. Her weight was nothing as I let my body go. I grabbed her hips, lifting her up as I sat up and rotated. She was caught completely by surprise, not that she wasn't expecting something like that but didn't know when it was coming. She was beneath me, the motion had served to take me almost completely out of her. I thrust into her as hard I could without hurting her. She arched her back almost painfully. The mental side had hit her. She hadn't been fucked in a while, she had wanted this, not the slow rubbing that I had allowed her. She had wanted me on top, driving into her, again and again. Her body was tired, but her mind was awake as I pulled almost completely out of her and drove back into her hard. She bit her lip, wanting to scream. Her body stopped the downward spiral from orgasm and froze as her mind cried for more. A few more of the same powerful strokes into her, burying myself in her, holding feeling her pussy gripping every part of my dick, and pulling out only to drive into her again. Her body drove aside the tiredness to join her mind in excitement. I kept it up, controlled powerful strokes letting her body respond to my desire and her need. She started moving beneath me, using her nails on my hips, rotating her hips, driving herself to meet my strokes. I let go of the controlled part of the strokes. I started to drive into her furiously. Keeping just enough not to hurt her, but using as much of the strength in my hips as I could. She let go off a low scream, as her body enjoyed the new tempo, driving her higher. I felt her squeezing my dick, trying to get more friction to take her over the top. It was enough, I felt my balls contract as my dick hardened and grew that last bit before orgasm. She arched her back painfully again, driving her nails into my body as orgasm flooded her too. I pulled out one last time, grabbed her hips, and drove into her as hard as I could not caring anymore. She was too far gone for that motion to be anything but pleasure. When I hit bottom, I came into her. I pulled her hips to me, trying get more inside her. I couldn't but she screamed as the orgasm that had started peaked again with that last powerful stroke. Normally, I would have kept some motion to keep her pussywalls stimulating my dick during my orgasm, but it was unnecessary. She was lost in the throes of her orgasm. I mean throes. Her body couldn't stay still, every time her pussy moved on my dick it stimulated her even more. I enjoyed her helpless motion. Finally, she came down. I was still hard inside her. It had been too long. She looked up at me. I smiled down at her. It had been a long, long time and I was going to make her pay for every minute of it. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |