Chapter 8

Well, it turned out exactly as expected. First Michelle, and then Missy, seized the chance to ride me good and hard before letting me fall asleep, only to wake me again for an encore some three hours later. When we all returned to slumber and had been out some twenty-four minutes, the damn alarm went off and we got ready for the day ... and then slipped Lisa back into the bedroom, Michelle and Missy out, so that the four kids wouldn't suspect a thing.

Lisa made everyone a quick, but tasty breakfast, the little quartet jumped on the school bus, and then I headed to my antiques and rare book shop to mind the store for a bit. Little did I know that my private and professional lives were going to intersect neatly when none other than James came into my shop, not stealing, but making a real scene and knocking over merchandise. He was rather drunk already when he took a swing at me, but then he passed out cold on the floor of my shop. For what I had in mind, I needed some privacy, so I was stunned when my staff volunteered to help me restrain James and drag his ass downstairs to the basement/cellar area beneath the store. I wasn't quite sure what motivated Holly and Shelly to help me tie James to the fucking chair, but they did so with considerable aplomb and even a hint of excitement.

We soon had James out of his pants and his underwear, which enabled the ladies to take many photographs of him in a compromising position that he would regret when he awoke. It took him a few hours to come to, and in the meantime, we had plenty of material to blackmail the blackmailer, including when Holly shaved his cock and balls, though she was forced to wash him a bit first, as his attention to hygiene was lacking, to put it mildly. That was going to change, I already determined. I could also sense that Holly agreed with me there. This wasn't constant attention, more like taking turns, as we had a shop to run, after all.

"What the fuck?" James shouted as he came to, trying to break through his bonds, "Where am I?"

"Never you mind that. Now, listen up, sport. This isn't a permanent or lifestyle thing, buster. You're so not my type. However, until we release you, you're our prisoner. Consider it a citizen's arrest. After all, you broke into my shop and disrupted my business. In the meantime, we're going to decide your punishment and carry it out. After that, you'll be as good as a missionary or Buddhist monk or whatever. You get the idea. You won't step out of line, mess with Lisa or me, or our family, or take any kind of revenge on Holly and Shelly for helping me exact some retribution of my own. You don't want to abuse my trust here, either. Like Queen sang, in Seven Seas of Rhye, 'I'll destroy any man who dares abuse my trust.' Get the picture?" I demanded as I showed him pictures of him being shaved, washed, and fondled by Holly and Shelly.

"But ... they're niggers! I don't want anything to do with nigger women. White chicks only, don't you see?" James pointed to a tattoo on his arm which read "White Girls Only."

"Ah, a racist prick, are you? My, oh my! Holly and Shelly are gonna have such fun with you!" I chuckled, and then called down Holly first.

"You have a smoke break, right? Take it down here and feel free to expel your secondhand smoke in his direction," I invited her, "He called you a rather foul and nasty racial slur."

"Is that so? Are you a fucking bigot, honkie? Listen, you filthy cracker, I'm going to smoke, but worse than that, I'm going to use you as an ashtray. If you don't complain too much, I might take pity later and deign to let you eat me out for your lunch. How's that for a box lunch, huh? A bit of brown sugar? Oh, dear, looks like your cock isn't racist at least. It loves the idea of eating some sweet black pussy, doesn't it? Your cock never lies, you know. It tells exactly what you men really like," Holly taunted James as she rolled her own cigarette and lit it, "You could learn something from that little prick of yours. Not to be such a racist cunt."

With that, Holly proceeded to smoke three cigarettes in quick succession, and then put them each out on James's flesh. She also made sure that the smoke headed straight for his lungs, too. He shrieked in agony, so Holly gagged him with a rag, but then thought better of it and slipped off her panties, stuffing them into his mouth.