Chapter 12

I think Laura Belkin was becoming our first tenant and major service client. She was running operations in her head already. Wonder if she preferred Connery, Moore or Brosnan? Cat Woman or Seven-of-Nine? I could picture her as Ripley with a minigun, laptop hanging from the belt of a nice cocktail dress.

However it turned out, we needed that ride home. I sent Laura back to the street, the triplets collected a change of clothes and my girls’ stuff in a shopping bag. Beth collected her valise and locked down the building. Laura drove us uptown, after a trip to that pharmacy. I was thinking about using it on my face. I hate razor burn, too.

The ‘honey, I’m home’ call went out at 36th Street. Her ‘man on the street’, Mike, opened the door when Laura pulled to the curb. “Sit rep?”

“Quiet. Nobody overly curious. No guarantees, but looks good.” My friend, the human battering ram grinned. “Hi, partner, out stirring up trouble?”

“Today was innocent bystanders day and setting an OP on the Triad’s western frontier. SOP.”

“Yesterday was like old times. That was frosty. TCB. Let me get you and your little mob inside so I can go home to the wife and kids. I have a take out order waiting at Tanaka’s.” Mike looked the girls over cheerfully, “But I gotta give you credit, Allyn, you have excellent taste in little mobs.”

Sam smiled sweetly, “That might be, Mr. Commando Spy, but we chose him to be our own personal mob boss. He’s mobstered on a bunch of bad guys for another little mob inside. And thank you kindly for watching our door today.”

“Any time, Miss Mobsterette, just pick up the phone. If your boss thinks it’s important, so do we.”

Just as I opened the door, Laura called out, “Hop in, Mike. Order something rare for Belinda and me. We need to talk serious. You won’t believe what I saw today.”

“Damn, Laura, right here is the reason we did what we did before we ‘retired’. We need to saddle up and ride. I’ll bet the farm, every one of those girls has a story like Caralyn Thomas’. He can’t save them all by himself.”

“You would be surprised at what he can do. I have sources, too. It started with a kiddie porn ring. He cracked...” The SUV door slammed and drove away.

With Mike thinking about fun old times and Laura’s enthusiasm, I’m feeling good about giving them a new start, too. Then again, considering the sharp coordination and automatic responses, this was not their first urban extraction operation as a team. They certainly didn’t need to practice. Maybe all they needed was a base HQ, not a new start, a new place from which to start?

“OK, here goes, once more into the breach. The family needs to meet the new cousins from downtown. You Bakers have met Leah Martin, she said you were nice and she hated what her dad did. The nine others living here were abandoned, threatened or slipping away, too.” I shrugged, “I made a safe haven and invited them to stay. All it costs is following my house rules. The first is don’t break the rules. You will know when you do. Don’t tease or I will call your bluff. Ask Ellie.”

Patty added, “It’s not very complicated. If you mess up, you already know what can happen.”

“That’s enough explanation, Patty. This morning I fucked the triplet virgins just to see how tight they felt wrapped around my cock. It happened to be exactly how they wanted to lose their cherries, all three together to the same man, rough and sudden, unannounced. They actually picked today. It was clear when Anne let me play with her titties and pussy in the elevator. It was blindingly obvious when Beth and Carol were waiting naked in their living room. And I was horny and wanted to have them then and there.”

I smiled at Carol; “I read it in that diary dream blog you three posted in when you were fourteen. That little bit about getting assfucked by the same man was choice.”

Beth gasped, “We deleted that! And don’t know why we acted that way this morning. It just happened.”

“Nothing is ever deleted, Beth. It’s all out there somewhere.” I reached under her dress and squeezed he asscheeks. “We’ll attend to the rest of the wish list in the dungeon.”

“Wow, Mr. Allyn! You made all three come again just by talking. I can’t wait to see them stuck on your hard dick like a hood ornament.” Sam giggled. “My tush wants a turn, too.”

“Sam, keep your clothes on until we get in.” I finally opened the door, and Amy met us in the entry.

“You must be the ‘ABCs’ Yolanda wrote about. Sir, the girls are about to burst wondering what’s in the boxes. You should hurry before they go crazier.”

“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself to our guests?”

Amy looked shocked. “I’m sorry. You must be the girls from Tribeca. I’m Amy McGee, Sir’s housekeeper and office assistant.” She immediately stripped naked to the surprise of the triplets. “This reminds me to always be courteous and polite. It makes me available to Sir, too.”

“It made your tits available to the pizza deliverer when Mark told you to answer the door topless, too. Your nipples were like pebbles.” Patty laughed at Amy’s red face. “At least the door is closed.”

Max, already naked with Patty, said to the triplets, “But it was all good. Mr. Allyn had already popped the pizza girl’s cherry and given her an ‘A’ Train assfuck a couple year ago. It was a mini-reunion. Amy and Karen even took topless pictures together with Amsterdam Avenue in the background.”

“Once I fucked her open, she stays hot 24/7, but Karen has a girlfriend at CalTech, so she had to wait until they’re together again. She doesn’t cheat. Give me those dresses, girls. It’s time to meet the others.”

“Naked?” Anne asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear the command.

“You heard what I said. Don’t question me in my own house.” I lifted the sundress over her head. Max and Patty did the honors with Beth and Carol. I gave the clothes to Amy.

“Put these away, dear. They won’t be needed until the triplets learn to obey the rules without question. Now, like I said before, it’s time to meet the others.”

Patty led the way upstairs to the third floor. “We have company, three more short naked girls!”

Eight girls, dressed completely, crowded around the three new girls. “Cute.” “Sweet Ass.” “Three blonde Pattys!” “Those tits get pointy when they blush.” They stopped and introduced themselves finally.

After names were exchanged, Jean, the last, said, “Anne, Beth and Carol. We can’t tell you apart yet, but you must be the mystery ‘A’, ‘B’ and ‘C’ girls who got boxes, too.”

“That’s Jean and I’m Jane. You can tell us apart because my nipples get darker when they get hard.”

“Mr. Allyn is the only person who has ever called us by our correct name every time.” Beth responded. “He hasn’t said how.”

“And I won’t. But I might spank anyone who gets it wrong. Now you can open the gift boxes. My order isn’t complete, but this is a start. I want a fashion show.” This was going to be good. “Take everything to the basement. Leave what you’re wearing here. In the entertainment room in ten minutes. Amy, turn on all the toys. Patty bring the palmcorder.”

They stripped, grabbed boxes and flew to the stairs. I looked at the triplets. “Get your boxes and get a move on!”

I went to my quarters, put on a pair of clean boxers and followed the second carton parade to the dungeon.

It was Showtime. “OK girls, have at it. Bikinis first.”

The women at Bright Star were fucking XXX MENSA! The little things were four semi-transparent ‘Z’ logos connected by tiny strings. One each side up top and two, sewn at a point between the legs down below. Neck, back and hip strings help the vision together. When wet, from any source, nothing would show but the ‘Z’ and the green border.

“These are what we wear in public at the beach?” Jean asked

“Of course. That’s why I had them made. By the way, you look totally fuckable right now.”

“Which means I do, too! Cool.”

I cued up singles by CCR, The Moody Blues, AC/DC, BB King, The Temptations, the Stones, Meatloaf, Blondie and the Beatles in no apparent order and turned on the stage cams. “Gather round. Time to strut your stuff on the pole!”

They went up in twos and threes. Amy, Ellie and Eve led off. They had rendered each other topless halfway through ‘Drive My Car’ and were naked, dry humping thighs by the end. I paused the music. It was Eve’s turn at the end of my dick.

Acting the proper Master of Ceremonies, I stepped to the stage and had the dancers take a bow. When Eve bent to take her applause, I took her virginity from behind, standing, going balls deep in one plunge. Ms Samson went off, much like Beth, gripped the pole and tried to fuck my cock off. The dancer fell to her knees as the last raging orgasm drained her.

“Amy, Ellie, help your partner clear the set for the next act.” Leah and Jenny, grinning like fools, went to the pole next. In no time at all, they teased the swimwear off with their teeth and were ‘Hanging on the Telephone’ in a gentle sixty-nine, to the delight of the crowd. Neither girl was left hanging.

Jean and Jane were on next to the pounding bass of ‘Thunderstruck’. Both were already naked and pulled me to the stage. Before the first verse ended, I was dancing Jane’s pussy to the rhythm, standing, her back to the pole, feet off the floor. I don’t think her second climax ended, even when Jean tapped my shoulder and cut in.

I cut her cunt in just like her sister. Like her sister, Jean fucked in perfect time to the beat. Popping dancer cherries to the beat of AC/DC is on my top ten list. I had my own heavy metal down under, too.

I took them, doggie style at the end, in the end, for the same reason I had a second go at the triplet’s pussies. I showed the connection by pulling them upright by their tits, just like I did Diane in the dance studio. The cameras caught every detail from three angles.

As the music faded, we took a bow and returned to the sofa. The crown went wild.

Sam, Patty and Diane, did a classic ‘stripper at the pole’ routine to ‘Start Me Up’. It was hot, sexy and athletic, just what you would expect in a civilized men’s club. Those moves must come natural to some girls. It looked rehearsed, but Patty and Sam were with me all day. None-the-less, they keyed off one another beautifully.

The other girls loved the sensual artistry and congratulated the trio on the show.

The triplets were pushed forward reluctantly to the platform by all the others, but when in the spotlight, they proved that Southern girls could shake their asses with the best. They seriously redefined ‘Ride My Seesaw’ in ways the Moody Blues never suspected. They danced like they fucked. It was the hottest comedy dance of the evening.

Max jumped up. “Why didn’t Mark pop your cherries like the others?”

“He nailed us boneless before we even said the first words to him this morning. Well, Anne did say ‘hello’ in the elevator, but she was naked before the car went two floors.” Beth laughed.

“Then he fucked all three of us again so we got fucked by a dick still wet with our sisters’ virginity.” Carol said, “Just like Jean and Jane. God, that was so nasty and hot and great!”

“Hot, nasty and perfectly brilliant!” Anne giggled, “Who but the best guy for the job would even think of that?”

I took Caralyn and Max’s hands, leading them to the rear. “You two have earned special treatment.” Four eyes got very big when I indicated the bondage equipment. “Patty, place Ms Adair in the frame. I will deal with Caralyn. I hope she enjoys it, but that doesn’t really matter. I know I will.”

Caralyn was bound helpless exactly as Jenny had been, legs in a full split, arms raised, nearly together. I pinched a nipple and fingered her clit. “Stay right there.” The wide leather straps gave her little choice.

I blindfolded her and motioned for the twins and Amy to lightly torture her with feathers from the toy cabinet. Ellie was standing by with ice and two candles. Jenny put another blindfold on Max and handed me the ‘soft’ cat-o-nine with a smile.

I agreed and began to whip the white-haired teen into a frenzy. Her tits and clit got attention sooner and more firmly than Ellie. Max reacted strongly when I flicked her nipples hard and the next strike to her cunt soaked the velvet ‘tails’, making them heavier and increasing the whiplash effect.

She was ready. I stooped, lined up my rod and stood, ramming in, up, and through the unplumbed pussy. Max went over the edge when my cock lifted her enough to take the weight off the wrist bindings, smashing her clit against the base of the dick touching the entrance to her cervix.

You might think a tight young virgin teenager would want to go slow and get used to the sudden stretching intrusion into her untested body. You never met Max. She was ready to fuck her way into legend the first day she walked into my house. She had pussy muscles and knew how to use them.

She talked the whole time I had her pussy skewered on the binding frame, giving a running, obscenely hilarious commentary on every sensation, every thrust and every orgasm, all of which she had aplenty. The harder she came, the louder she talked until the final spasm used the last of her considerable lung capacity and she simply screamed, turned bright red and slumped over backwards.

Patty and Sam were laughing their butts off. “I’m getting Max a thesaurus for her next birthday!” Sam managed to get out.

“The one they use for dirty Scrabble. She was making it up there at the end. If it wasn’t for context, I wouldn’t have understood a word.” They helped the verbose girl down, and carried her corpse to the spanking horse, making her sweet ass available for further debate.

“Girls, take her ass to the sofa. I’ll buttfuck her later if she is a good girl. Anticipation is the best part of sex, except for the actual fucking, of course.”

Amy and the Baxter Twins had worked Caralyn into her own ozone. Between the feathers’ intimate tickles and the Max Sound Machine, the tall girl was a blithering, drippy mess. I tilted her horizontal, bringing her cunt level with my cock. Ellie gave me the first ice cube.

Caralyn felt the first icy touch in her right armpit and squealed.

“Silence! You are not allowed to make a sound until given permission, girl. Not one word.”

The next few minutes tested her resolve severely, especially the part where the small ice chips were pushed into her ass. I touched all of Caralyn’s most sensitive places, saving the big three for last. The underboob zone got nearly the same response as the tiny area between her pussy lips and the straining tendons in her inner thighs.

She was ready for the hot wax topping. I spiraled the next cubes around both tits simultaneously until I reached her nipples, freezing them into diamond hardness. Keep in mind the wax was not exactly molten lava; at worst it would sting briefly under normal circumstances. Caralyn’s hypersensitized, arctic cold nipples were not, in any way, normal. Nor did she know the candles existed. To the yellow-haired teenager, the very air in the room seemed hot. I dropped the ice fragments back into Ellie’s bowl and took both candles. Caralyn, expecting the ice to go up her butt, did not expect the hot wax bath her nipples received. The paraffin was liquid lead poured on raw nerve ends.

She screamed like she was being murdered, but her nipples actually lifted the instantly hardened wax away from her pink areoles. It was not pain, but an incredible orgasm generating the scream.

I placed my prick near her sopping pussy lips and warned her with an ice cube to her clit. “You did not have permission to speak, girl. There will be penalties to pay. However, from here to the end of this session, you may make all the noise you wish.”

I continued to ice down her cunt, but Ellie poured wax on her nipples instead, again interrupting the rhythm. Caralyn screeched and tried to break free, but the bindings held her motionless.

I dripped hot wax on her frozen clit and immediately plunged between her well-lubricated lips, through the toughest hymen yet and to the end of Caralyn’s cunt, the smallest and shallowest pussy in my house. I had two inches left.

I began to rapidly work my dick in and out of the twat that could not stretch enough to take a tampon last year. This had to feel like being fucked by an eighteen-wheeler.

She went totally still, locked in a straining rictus, cunt pulsing around my prick the only motion. Suddenly she began to wail like a feral cat in heat, relaxed and went totally crazed animal on my cock.

I gave her what she wanted, her first fuck, being mercilessly taken on the battlefield as the spoils of war, without regard for anything but the conqueror’s pleasure. Caralyn’s fantasy complete in her mind, she gave herself over in body and soul to the experience, continuing a monster endless climax that rippled through her entire body.

Her pussy got even tighter as the orgasm peaked and I rammed the last two inches roughly in and pumped a scalding load as deep as physically possible. That sent her over the last edge and her wail signaled the final surrender. She collapsed in the straps like Jello, a soft, sexy boneless porcelain fuck doll.

I simply pulled out with an effort and took her ass without warning, her cunt juices and virgin blood making the entry effortless. I used her ass like I used her pussy, hard and fast. Peeling the wax away from her perfect tits, I gripped the left like a handle and probed her reddened twat for the G-spot with my right.

Caralyn’s final orgasm coincided with the last pulsing of my spewing dick, flipping a psychological switch in her brain. She became my property as surely as if I had won the aborted auction. The teenaged girl did not lose her ego and will; she gained, in her mind, an absolute Master and a clear direction in life.

Still hard and deep in her ass, I removed the blindfold and watched her eyes open and look at me as never before. “What would you have me be? What would you have me do, Master?”

“As with the other girls, I would have you be the very best woman-child you can be. I would have you study and discover the mysteries of the universe. I would have you hone yourself into the perfect protector of our family, becoming the fierce warrior inside your delightfully feminine sextoy body.” I realized the depth of her dedication to me, and by extension to the other girls, by the contented and satisfied glow in her green eyes and pink flush spreading down to her amazing titties. “I would have you bond in all ways with your sisters, Caralyn Allyn, sharing everything, holding back nothing so that all of you can grow to be more magnificent than you are now.”

“I will have you and the others, available for my pleasure at any time, any place. I will demand unquestioned obedience at all times. I demand from you all your best in all things. In return, I will ask for no more than you are willing to give. I will protect and shelter all who remain and accept the terms.”

“Sir, we’ve known and accepted all that since the day you opened the doors for each of us. The biggest fear we share is that you will not want us and send us away. You can have any part of us you want, when and wherever you want.”

“That applies to the girls at Chandler’s Row as much as it does to the girls on Amsterdam Avenue.” Carol vowed. “As long as Mr. Allyn protects us from anything except himself, we’re better than OK.”

“Great. Now that’s all settled, let’s all clean the evidence away and see what else Mark bought his happily kept girls.” Jean laughed. “Getting screwed under the bright lights really works up an appetite. I love show business!”

“What my twin said! I vote we shower, try on our new pretties and order out. Not pizza, something different.”

“Amy, have you started the shellfish dinner you mentioned?”

“No, sir. Once you came home, events moved too fast to stop for the preps. I can have it ready in a half hour if that is what you want.”

“What I want is to have you call in an order instead. The restaurant is your choice. Get enough for twenty starving teens. We’ll save the leftovers for later.”

“Sir, I wouldn’t bet the farm on the leftovers. They skipped lunch. It could get ugly.” Amy giggled. “I’ll do what I can.”

“I know you will, dear. I’ll clean up in my office and check the cyberwaves for trouble. Have the girls wear the shorts and crop tops next. You, too. We’ll eat in the big conference room.” I had a feeling. “Better bring the box marked ‘extra’ and put it in my inner office. I don’t want the girls to get overly interested until I find out what Yolanda the Seer meant.”

No sooner had I set my spybots to look for client issues when Leah and Jenny brought the largish carton down from the third floor. Their naked titties made me wish I had already washed the traces of Caralyn’s assfuck off. They left, unmolested, to shower and dress for dinner. I took my own shower and donned a pair of gym shorts from a replenished closet.

The bots reported nothing out of the ordinary and my emails, with two notable exceptions, were nothing more than confirmations of the upcoming jobs.

The exceptions were quite exceptional and more than a little mysterious. One was from Chin Wang requesting a meeting in a neutral location to discuss matters of dire mutual interest. I was under the previous impression that mutual interests were not necessarily desired. The second was the same sort of request from Sergio Romero, Karen’s father, who was known to be connected to the ‘Families’ in a diplomatic capacity. Both messages obliquely alluded to my new black ops team and our stated lack of expansionist goals as long as no one made moves on us.

There was no reason for Romero’s people to know of us outside of Zephyr Systems’ reputation and that did not explain the references to my associates.

For the Triad and the Family to make such an unusual request of a new shadow army on the scene spelled trouble on a scale grand enough to create common cause among adversaries. I hate mysteries, but there was not much I could do without more information. I replied to the messages, suggesting a secure conference call at noon tomorrow.

I received instant agreements. I messaged Laura to gear up for unspecified but eminent trouble. “Some fourth party appears to be making a move serious enough to shake the status quo. The existing major players are calling for strange alliances, including us. This makes no sense. Keep your ears and eyes open.”

My musings were interrupted by a stampede of little feet down the stairs. Amy stuck her head in the door announcing, “The girls are setting the table and dinner will arrive in minutes. Hope you’re hungry, I got the whole menu.”

“Which menu?”

“Tanaka’s Japanese Steakhouse. The girls loved the food, so it was the unanimous choice.” She laughed softly. “I’m going to need permission to wear a real shirt to get the door unless you know the delivery people. The new clothes make us feel more naked than actual nudity.”

“Let me see and then I will decide how you answer the door.” I was more than willing to be distracted by sweet titties. I followed her to the large conference room.

Again, the ladies at Bright Star hit one out of the park. This was areola/underboob heaven! The slightest movement exposed a nipple and the ultra light fabric simply refused to fall back into place. Tugging the hem down concealed very little because the ultra light fabric was also ultra sheer to the point of virtual transparency.

“Amy, I don’t see the problem here. But if you want to share the thrill at the door, I think Eve and Caralyn will answer the buzzer this time.” I looked at the two chosen. “You won’t mind, will you?”

“Not if that is what you want, Master.” Caralyn blushed, “But we may need help carrying it all in. Amy ordered a lot of food.”

“Would you allow Jean and Jane to lend a hand?” Eve had a twisted side too. “Why should we have all the fun?”

“Very good, Eve. And I forbid you all to adjust your top if it moves around.” I smiled. “Ellie, please film the delivery people. The reaction should be quite memorable.”

The reaction in the room was becoming memorable when the door buzzed. “Hop to it girls. Dinner is getting cold.”

Four very excited nipples attached to two nervous teenagers opened the door and were pushed back by a small Japanese woman pulling three extremely cute girls wearing backpacks, laden with shopping bags.

The woman, carrying a briefcase and seeming not to notice the risqué clothing my girls were wearing, insisted, “I must speak to Mr. Allyn as soon as possible. Please, can he talk to me?”

I stepped forward. “I’m Mark Allyn. And you are?”

“Sumi Sakura Tanaka, wife of Seiko Tanaka. We seek your help.”

“Amy, we’ll be in my small conference room. Please make some green tea for Mrs. Tanaka. Have the girls serve up dinner and make the three young guests welcome.”

I ushered Sumi to the inner office, closing the door behind us. “Make yourself comfortable. Am I correct in assuming this will take a while?”

“Unfortunately, the answer is both yes and no.” She opened the briefcase and handed me a piece of paper. “I have not had time to translate this into English, but I can explain the gist of the threat this note represents.”

“No problem. I read some Japanese as a part of my business.” I failed to tell her I could read and speak Japanese as fluently as I could English. Ditto German and Chinese.

The note made the earlier emails clearer. The Yakuza was attempting an expansion.

“Mrs. Tanaka. This violates any number of unwritten agreements. This section of New York is neutral territory. None of the big actors have been willing to break the peace. It is the one place where the bosses’ families are safe to live like normal people instead of like targets.” I asked, “Is this the mainstream Yakuza or an ambitious outlier?”

We took a break as Amy brought the tea service and shortbread cookies. “Will that be all, sir?”

“For the moment, Amy. Thank you.”

Mrs. Tanaka noticed the sheer crop top this time. She just smiled and resumed where we left off.

“Seiko thinks it began as the latter, but has some backing from the top. What we know for sure is that the restaurant was quietly occupied by very dangerous men yesterday who suggested terrible consequences if we didn’t play along. My husband contacted his former ‘group’ in Tokyo for assistance, but was told to return to Honshu with me for further discussion at once.”

“No mention of your daughters? I would think them to be irresistible leverage. Or does the organization have another hold on you?”

“It gets complicated. Seiko, in his youth, rose through the ranks as a mid-level arranger. When we fell in love and got married, he worked out a sort of retirement with my uncle and we emigrated to America. The uncle has since gone to meet our ancestors and created a power struggle at the top. The Organization seems to have voided our retirement.” She sighed sadly. “You resist such decisions at your peril.”

“So the girls are considered unimportant considering the past involvement or you have managed to keep their existence secret.” I supposed. “Tanaka is a rather common name, so staying under the radar would be difficult but doable.”

“Difficult and doable. They are unknown. Which brings me begging at your door.”

“Before you ask, yes, they are welcome to stay here as long as necessary. On the remote chance they don’t mesh with the other girls, I own another office/residence downtown where they can live.” I continued with the details. “You will need to give me parental authority, total guardianship, basically making me their owner, in order to protect and shelter them legally.”

“Agreed and done. We had the documents drawn up as soon as we received the suggestion about returning to Japan. We willingly surrender our rights and need only your signature, two witnesses and another notary to make it so.” Sumi began to sob softly. “This is not exactly the future I envisioned for my girls, but they know this is for the best. This country holds great promise and opportunity for them. Seiko and I were looking forward to watching our little girls grow to be powerful, strong young women. Sadly, it appears we will not be around to enjoy it with our girls.”

“Do you fear for your safety? I am somewhat connected to people who can make things happen to ameliorate the risk.”

“Not really as long as we behave like obedient soldiers. We may even prosper, but any attempt to return to America will probably expose our kids to people without traditional scruples.” She shrugged in resignation. “What we have done is to transfer a generous sum of money into trusts and checking accounts in their names. You will be the adult co-signer and trustee until the time they reach twenty-one. They will receive $1000.00 per month plus tuition fees at Bingham-Hampton Academy. Mika, Suki and Yumi can access their allowances by limited debit cards.”

“How old are those accounts and do you think the Yakuza knows about them?” I asked, maybe looking to grow the balances. “Can you tell me the names of my new neighbors?”