Chapter 6

Jim walked into the big communal sex bedroom to find Beverly nursing Julie, each with their fingers in the other’s pussies, and each making happy noises. Jim stepped close to his mother and latched on to her free nipple, causing his mother to gasp with the stimulation and begin a climax. He kept up the suction, and, first moistening his middle finger in his mother’s very wet pussy, then moved it around and inserted it in her ass. Her exclamation of surprise changed into deeper moans as he began to move it around, feeling his sister’s fingers stimulating her pussy from the other side. Both he and Julie drew hard on the milk flowing from her nipples, and beverly flipped back over into a string of orgasms from the multiple deep sensations. Her cries echoed through the room like shots fired from a gun: “Oh! My! God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Aieeeee!”

Her breasts ran dry at just that point, and Julie had trouble removing her fingers from her mother’s clenched pussy. Jim slowly extracted his finger from her anus, and as he did, Beverly relaxed into a slump and he gently lowered her to the giant mattress. “Oh, my loves! That was just wonderful! God, Jim, that was perfect timing!” Jim kissed her, and then moved to the nearby sink on one side of the room to wash his hands. Julie just sucked her mother’s juice from hers and grinned at her mother.

“My relationship with Susan has gotten deeper,” Jim said as he dried his hands on a towel. “Julie, did you change my cum to make women fall in love with me?”

Julie looked confused a moment, and then said “I dunno. Maybe that’s being a good mommy?”

“Well, Susan and Bethany and I have all gotten a lot ... closer, I guess? It’s like I could feel the love between them, and me and them, and us and them, and it feels more ... solid. Like we could build a world on it. It feels incredibly wonderful!”

“And Susan’s needs are changing,” said Mason DeGraves as if he had been part of the conversation all along, walking into the room and startling the others with his abrupt appearance. “Usually, when someone has completed a contract with me, there is very little change. Their sexual needs become permanent. Sometimes I can change how they feel about them, but not the needs themselves. This is fascinating! Susan’s sexual kinks are less rigid now, less locked on shoes and feet and being photographed. I suspect she’ll always find a thrill in them, but she is now much less fixated on them.”

DeGraves looked at Julie, and said, “You little minx! You’ve done something that has never happened before. I wonder exactly what, and how? It will be interesting to find the answers to those questions. We will have to pay attention to what may come of this.”

“Is this a bad thing? It doesn’t feel like a bad thing!” said Jim.

“I don’t know, Jim,” said DeGraves. “It could just be the ramifications of the changes she made in the two of you as part of her ‘good mommy’ desires. A ‘good mommy’ wants the best for her babies, and that could include a loving family and especially a loving father. You, your sister and your mother are already a loving family, and then Bethany became a part of that, and now Susan is becoming so.” He turned to Beverly. “How do you feel about Susan?”

“Oh, I love her, she’s always been ... Oh, my goodness! She was Julie’s friend, and that was great, I was glad they were friends, but now I could just cuddle her to my bosom! Wait, I didn’t mean that sexually, although I could, I meant I ... I love her like family, like a daughter, like a lover, like a ... I can’t even figure out exactly when that changed!”

“Interesting. This is love, not lust, yes?” asked DeGraves.

“Well, there’s lust there, of course, I mean, we’re all a lusty bunch now, but now there is love.” replied Beverly.

“And her mother, Terri, how do you feel about her?” asked DeGraves.

“Oh, she’s nice, I like her, sex with her is fun. I mean, there’s definitely lust, but not like with Susan or Bethany or Jim,” replied Beverly.

“But not like a ‘lover’ or sister or family?” probed DeGraves.

“Um ... no,” admitted Beverly.

“You’ve had sex with Terri more often than Susan, yes?”

“Well, yes, I mean Susan was often involved with her mother or Bethany, and ... Julie and I, we kind of included her in our play, and...”

“And you’ve played a very great deal with Dr. Cole, and Nurse Julie, and Maggie Sanders, but you don’t feel like they are family? There’s lust but not love?” asked DeGraves.

“No. I like them, and love the sex, but no, I don’t feel that close to them,” said Beverly.

“I suspect that when Jim impregnates a woman, she will get drawn into the family, becoming loving to and loved by everyone in the family. I do not suggest testing my hypothesis, though, Jim! It will be interesting to see if the relationships continue over the long term.” DeGraves turned to Julie. “I do hope that there are no further complications, my dear. If other changes arise, there may be consequences for you that you might not like. I do not like the consequences with which I must deal, and do not wish you to share in them!”

Julie looked very sober, and Jim and Beverly could almost hear the wheels turning in her head, and could see that complicated thoughts were happening in her head, but all that she could say was a chastened, “M’kay.”

Jim and Beverly went to her and drew her into a loving and comforting hug. She looked up and smiled at them, and said “Love you, Mommy! Love you, Jimmy!”

DeGraves looked down, then said, “I’ve got a client coming in soon. I must go.” As he turned to leave, he looked back and said, “I do love you all.”

Julie called to him, “We love you too, Grampa Mason!” DeGraves smiled, nodded, and then paused. “Between us there is love but not lust. This is intriguing new ground for me!” He smiled again, then turned and left the room.

Lord DeGraves was at his desk in his office when Bethany ushered two people in and announced “A Mr. Rad and Ms. Brandi are here to see you sir, in regards to your advertisement.”

“Thank you, Bethany. Would you get our guests some tea? And a chair from the dining room for Mr ... Rad, was it?”

“Sir,” Bethany acknowledged as she turned and left the room.

“Now that is a fine white pussy, man!” said T Rad. “She available?”

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Jones,” replied DeGraves, in an all-business tone.

“What, muthafucka!? How’d you know my... ?” exclaimed the pimp.

“I make it a point to know with whom I am dealing, Mr. Jones. How is immaterial, the question is are you willing to make a deal?”

Bethany entered the office carrying a dining room chair and placed it next to the single chair in front of the desk. She then stepped out of the room for a moment, then re-entered carrying a tray with two cups of tea. She presented one to the pimp, and the other to the young woman, then left again, closing the door behind her.

“Damn, I’d like to deal for her,” said the muscular black man, who appeared to be in his mid- twenties. He flashed a grill of gold in a nasty smile.

“Sit, enjoy your tea while I make your offer,” instructed DeGraves.

Looking a bit uncomfortable, the man calling himself T Rad sat on the chair, and took a sip of his tea. Impatiently, he glanced at the young white girl next to him and said, “Sit. You heard him.” The girl did as she was instructed, looking down the whole time.

“Now, Mr. Jones, I will make this offer once, and once only. You may leave at any time, whether you accept it or not. If you accept it, you will leave Ms. Davies here, and will relinquish all claims to her. You will never attempt to contact or see her again.” said DeGraves, speaking clearly.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. I know how this shit works. I give her to you, you pay me, and she never existed, and neither do you, right?” said the pimp.

“Indeed,” said DeGraves.

“So whatcha offerin’?”

“Fifty thousand dollars cash.”

“For her? She’s not even trained up, but she ain’t been used ... much. Just breakin’ her in.” said the pimp.

“Fifty thousand dollars cash. Now. Your answer?”

“Well, you’re lucky, man, ‘cause I got some solvency issues at da moment. Yah. I’ll take it. Deal.” said the pimp.

DeGraves rang a small bell on his desk, and Jorge, one of his very muscular gardeners walked in with a briefcase, placed it on the desk before DeGraves, and stood to one side, looking watchful.

DeGraves opened the case, revealing a large quantity of one hundred dollar bills in neat paper- sleeved stacks. Terrence Jones looked in, took a number out and riffled through them checking to see that they were all actually money, obviously estimating their value, then smiled. He closed the case.

DeGraves said to him, “Now release Ms. Davies from your service, and tell her she belongs to me.”

“Hey bitch, we’re done. You’re his now. Do whatever he wants. It’ll go hard on you if you don’t. I’m outta here.” He patted his jacket to make sure his gun was still there, then took the case and walked to the door. Jorge opened it for him and followed him out. T Rad missed the contemptuous look that DeGraves shot at him, but he did hesitate a moment, almost involuntarily, like he’d briefly forgotten where he was going, as he walked toward the front door. The office door gently drifted closed as Jorge locked the front door behind him.

DeGraves turned to the woman who, for a few weeks, had gone by the name ‘Brandi’. His demeanor changed completely, expressing compassion. He gently addressed Amber Davies, “Now that he is gone, Ms. Davies, I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes. No, don’t get up, we’re just going to talk. Ms. Davies, you very nearly became a victim of a human trafficker, someone who sells other human beings into sexual slavery. I understand you lived on the streets for a time, until you met Mr. Jones and he talked you into becoming a prostitute. I have just purchased your freedom for you. You no longer have to have sex for money. You can get up and leave, free and clear, and Mr. Jones will not force you to do anything. In fact, Mr. Jones does not even remember you. You saw that he sold you. He had plans to addict you to several drugs. He never cared for you, although I know that he pretended to just long enough to get you to sell your body for him. I do worry, though, where you might go, and whether, in desperation, you might find someone else like Mr. Jones.”

Amber looked thunderstruck. This was not going at all like she had expected. Fear began to show in her eyes, for she now had no idea what to do, or where to go. This man had paid fifty thousand dollars for her, and now what? Was he kicking her back onto the street? At least with T Rad she had some idea what was coming.