Chapter 10: Actions have Reactions

Our next stop was the home of John and Brandy Hatten. I explained to Jeannie my ideas and how I wanted to get the ball rolling toward a brighter future for Beth and Daphne. She listened to me talk as I drove, and then pointed out a few flaws and rough spots in my planning. Then suggested a few things that might work better in the long run. One of them was a SHOCKER to my senses for sure.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked her incredulously. “That woman has been through absolute HELL in her life. I’m not sure I want to take on that kind of burden and responsibility. And I sure don’t want to do anything to make matters worse for her.” Jeannie just stared at me and smiled.

I shook my head, “The amount of therapy that she’s gonna need alone will be intensive, and even that may not ever get her to a place where she can be considered normal.”

Again, she just stared at me. But now with an exaggerated expression that anyone not already running a thousand thoughts and scenarios through their head would have immediately interpreted as ‘He will realize it in a moment, just wait for it’.

I finally looked at her, and when I did it dawned on me. Or more like fell on my head like a piano.

“OH NO, we can’t go around toying with peoples’ brains like that. No telling what damage we might cause. It is likely bad enough in there already. Without knowing what she has going on psychologically, we can’t begin to...”

Jeannie giggled and kissed my cheek. “I figured you’d get around to the reality of what can be done, eventually.” She then got serious with me. “You went to some extreme measures with Scott. I went along with it because he earned his punishment by his own actions and crimes. Your actions were primitive and barbaric.” I nodded in agreement but remained defiant in regard to having any regrets.

She continued, “I have so much more that I can do than you even imagine right now. I can ‘fix’ Beth with a precision that modern medicine only dreams of. She will be better. She will be happier. And the changes will remove all the hurt and pain.” I was listening closely now.

Jeannie seemed excited all of a sudden, “Imagine it Justin, no more bad memories or bad dreams. No more fear. No more emotional stumbling blocks.” She looked at me, “And with minimal effort I can search out the recesses of her mind and find everything that has caused her to become this broken woman and change her into the vibrant person she deserves to be.”

I considered her plan, and asked, “You’ve done this before?”

She shook her head. “No, I have not. No other master ever cared about anyone else enough to wish me to.”

I considered her plan, decided it should be well thought out, and told her to work on the details and we would revisit it soon. “Get into her mind this evening and see what all needs to be done.” I told her.

She was ecstatic. I think because she was being allowed to do something good to someone not her master for the first time ever. She jumped over the console and wrapped her arms around my neck. I swerved more than a little as she hugged me and kissed me all over my face.

I then breached another concern. “I am okay with helping Beth heal psychologically and emotionally if we can, but you also suggested I take Beth and Daphne to be a part of my... ‘harem, for lack of a better word ... and I’m not sure about that for several reasons.”

I ticked off fingers, “One, I don’t want any ‘mindless sex slaves’ just laying around waiting to be my play-toy when I desire them. I really do cherish good old fashioned LOVE.” She nodded and I continued.

“Two, Daphne is only 15 years old. Not only is it socially unacceptable and a crime for me to enter or even entertain any romantic or sexual relationship with her, but she deserves better than being just another harem wife to 45-year-old man. Her whole life is before her, and she may have a guy in her future that would place her on a pedestal and treat her like a queen. I can’t see interfering with her future like that.”

Jeannie looked highly disturbed for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind about something. But she nodded and waited for me to finish my list.

“Three, Beth may be close to my age, but she may not even be twisted enough to want a man she has to share with a ‘Jeannie’ and other women, especially if you are able to repair the years and years of damage and her mind is right again. But no matter what, she will have to be truly happy to join our household, or I am against it.” Again, a nod, and I went on.

“Four, I WILL have Jennifer and Amber in my household. Yes, maybe against their basic desires, or what they believed to be their basic desires. But I have made up my mind that since they will be having my children, I will take them. I don’t want my kids growing up separate from me.

“That being said, we will have a house full of alternative lifestyle and secrets and strangeness. No need to heap more onto the growing pile. I am determined those kids will live as normal a life as possible.”

Jeannie just allowed me to speak, then when I wound down she asked, “Are you finished?” I shrugged and replied, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Then she raised her hand and ticked off fingers for me. “First, you do not need a harem of wives, nor will you even have one. Not as you have been imagining it to be. Yes, some women you choose will have to be ‘adjusted’ in their minds to accept the multiple wife concept and other things, but none will be ‘mindless sex-slaves’ as you fear. Love has to be a part of EVERY marriage. And you must ‘marry’ each wife in order to do this properly. If you decide on ‘No Wives’, then that is your decision also. I will not force you into something you do not desire.”

“Wait.” I interrupted. “When you finish your rebuttals to me, I want to clarify something to you. Just remind me.”

“Okay.” She said, then continued her list. “I am going to jump around here. I will save ‘Second’ for last.” And then held up four fingers.

“Fourth, Jennifer has some deep seeded mental and emotional issues of her own. Issues caused by events that even she has blocked and does not remember. Amber remembers almost all of her abuse. She has not revealed it all to anyone, but it haunts her daily. BOTH these girls are damaged beyond current mental medicines’ ability to repair them. They are clinging to one another in an attempt to avoid facing their issues, and to prevent any chance of their past occurring again. Neither of them are 100% lesbian, it is just a convenient crutch to avoid men and still have the emotional love and support of another human.”

I looked at her shocked. I would have never thought about this possibility.

“THIRD, Beth is broken and in utter despair even as we speak. Her need for male companionship exceeds her need for anything else. She would, and has, sell her soul for someone to love her and care for her. If I am allowed to repair her, she will need someone that will continue to nurture her and that won’t take advantage of her as others have. So, you need to give her a chance. Maybe you two will find love, maybe not, but she has to be with us in our household or any repairs will be for naught.”

I nodded. “I see. You are correct. I have been dismissive of any possibilities other than my own feeble ideas and feelings. Okay, I will keep an open mind and not refuse any possibilities in the future. Just keep me informed and help me understand things.”

“I will,” she said. Then got a little apprehensive. “May I suggest a wish to you?” “Sure.” I said. “Okay, I told you before that there were some things I was not willing to allow, but I have decided you can handle this expansion of my powers you can use. I think you and others will benefit at this point from wishing that I reveal the future, and alternative futures, to you where it concerns matters of grave importance to those you care about.”

I pondered her request, not because I distrusted her motives, but because I wondered why it was important right now. But agreed. “Good idea. Make it so Number One.”

She took a deep breath. “Justin, you have already made major changes and effects on the lives of many people. For now, I will discuss Beth and Daphne with you. But be prepared and don’t freak out on me. I need you to understand how far reaching your actions have already been.”

She waited a moment for me to process and allow that to sink in, then continued, “In a now alternate future, things are in chaos for Brandi and John. By your deciding to remain another night in the suite, you unknowingly prevented a chain of events that were horribly tragic. Brandy returned home on Saturday, dropping Daphne off at her house around 1 pm before going home to John. Beth left for her job at 2:30. Within ten minutes, Scott had Daphne cornered in her room. He beat her into submission as he ripped her clothing off, then violently raped her. He used her in every manner for 2 hours straight and did indeed impregnate her on this first rape session.”

Justin was getting upset, but she continued. “Beth had an accident at work. She cut her hand. Not bad enough to need stitches, but bad enough it needed to heal before she could do her job. At 7 pm she walked into her house and heard the screaming and crying from Daphne. Beth ran to the room and discovered Scott anally raping Daphne. She attacked Scott, knocking him off Daphne and moving to hug her destroyed daughter. She told Scott this was the last straw, he was going to prison for this. He just laughed and grabbed a knife from his pants. Twenty Seven stab wounds later, Beth was lying dead in a pool of her own blood.” Justin shuddered.

Jeannie continued, “He raped Daphne all night, making her look at her dead mother during a lot of the ordeal and telling her that was what he’d do to her if she fought back or resisted. It mentally broke her. Completely. Finally, as he raped her in her mothers bed the next morning, she got the pistol and killed him. Unfortunately, she also killed herself.”

Justin pulled over and just sat there, absorbing the information. “And now?” He asked. “What about the future from now?”

Jeannie looked sad. “Beth will find solace in a friend of Scott’s in a couple weeks. One who has heard all about Beth’s submissive nature and Daphne’s willingness to suffer abuse to protect her mother. Their fate is sealed Justin. He will beat Beth until she finally dies of a cerebral hemorrhage next year. But by then Daphne will already be a six month pregnant high school dropout that he rapes on a daily basis. She will be sold for sex by the bastard for 3 more months after the baby is born, and will eventually die at the hands of one particularly sadistic SOB. As will the new child growing inside her for 2 months.”

Justin just cried. He knew none of this had happened, yet, but the thought of it caused him to break.

“Now for the good news. Or maybe you will still think it is bad. But SHE thinks it is the greatest thing ever. And this news is in the CURRENT timeline.” Jeannie said happily.

“SECOND ... Daphne is in love with you. She wants to be with US. She is willing to be a part of our household. A wife to you. A ‘sister wife’ to me. The mother of your children. And she even desires to have her mother be with you if you would have her.”

She cocked her head, “That girl has it BAD for you, and I can confirm that it is not just an infatuation. You worry about her, but the truth is that she is already yours. Only YOU can keep her from disaster, but you must love her to prevent it.”

He looked at her, “And if I do take them in? What happens then? How does that pan out? How can it work?”

Jeannie just smiled, she had already known Justin would almost assuredly decide to take them in. Only question now was what role they would serve in the household.

She answered him, “Not to reveal too much, but there are different outcomes. If you marry Daphne, her future is wonderful and she loves you for the rest of your life. If you ‘adopt’ her, she lives a good life and even goes to college, but her demons never allow her to truly love or get married. Her life is sad and lonely until it ends tragically. That’s all you get to know.”

“Beth either serves you as your housekeeper and pines away for your attention as she watches you and the other women, or willingly becomes your wife and enjoys love and happiness as she never before imagined possible.”

“She is okay with, and has no issues with, either allowing you to ‘adopt’ Daphne and support her through college, or in welcoming and supporting you taking her daughter as a wife. But her happiest future is in the ‘mother-in-law’ role and the wife role at the same time. And she never sees any issue with sharing you with her daughter.”

Then she shrugged, “Everything else is just minor adjustments to people so they accept our lifestyle. Not a problem at all really.”

Justin thought and finally replied, “Fine. We work on this plan and see how it all pans out.” Then he turned to her and fixed her in his gaze, “But if it doesn’t work out, then you will have a lot of things to set right and change. Okay?” She smiled, “Okay Justin.”

They pulled onto the road and drove toward Brandy’s house. Jeannie spoke, “You said to remind you about something to do with marrying or harems or something.”

Justin took a long breath and spoke, “Well, it has to do with you.” “Me?” She asked. “Yes You. You said I might have ‘No Wives’ earlier. I already asked you to be my wife. My First Wife. Head of my household and my heart. OR you can be my Only Wife. But I will have at least one wife, and I have chosen you. Are you rejecting me now? Do you not want me?”

She immediately burst out defensively, “No Justin, that’s not what I meant at all.” He glanced to her and plodded forward.

“Jeannie, I am madly and completely in love with you. I will be the happiest man on earth, even if it is just you and I and nobody else ever. You are all I really need, and you already fulfill my every desire and dream. I hope you understand what I am saying to you. It is so hard to put this all into words, they don’t make words to say how much I love you. I just wish you knew my heart.”

She interrupted, “As you wish, Justin.” And she sighed as she closed her eyes. Tears began to stream down her face. But she was smiling too. “Justin, I love you too. Beyond anything I have ever known, and it grows more and more strong each day. I am honored and happy to be the one you love so much, and I will never let you down.” She touched his arm softly. “But you have to help the others. They need you too. I can share you with them, and I will, without any jealousy or regrets. You have me forever. I promise you that.”

Justin found the house easily. Brandy had ‘eclectic’ taste, and had insisted on the almost neon pink trim paint. The red brick didn’t match well to Justin’s eyes, but it wasn’t his house.

The house was a late 70’s rancher. 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, kitchen/dining room, living room, and the single carport converted to a den. Single story and standard fare for that era.

As they pulled into the driveway, the sound of the big GM V8 had evidently alerted the occupants.

Daphne burst out the door as he exited the truck. “JUSTIN!” she yelled as she came running to him, jumping into his arms from a good 3 feet away. He caught her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, burying her face in his neck and crying happy tears.

He kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her, using one under her sexy little ass. He hugged her to him. “Hey baby girl, I missed you too sweetie.” She clung to him like a monkey as he walked around to the passenger side and opened Jeannie’s door for her. She climbed down and as he shut the door she giggled and thought to him, “Told ya so.”

Brandy and Beth were standing in the open door smiling. John stood behind them, not smiling so much at the sight of his little sister being so intimately carried by this almost stranger. Justin thought to Jeannie, “Might want to adjust John a bit until we can do something more permanent.” “As you wish Justin.”

With John now smiling, they entered the house. They exchanged hugs and greetings, and Justin shook John’s hand. A somewhat difficult task with his monkey on his chest.

They all sat in the living room. Justin and Jeannie on the love seat, Daphne glued to his lap and chest, John in his recliner, and Brandy shared the couch with Beth. Brandy and John’s kids were at her mothers house for the night. They traded small talk, trying to put off the more serious subject for a moment.