Chapter 7: Sadness, Crying, Anger, Vengeance, Love

The last thing I remember was kissing Jeannie’s soft shoulder and saying, “Nite sweetie.” and her hum of contentment as she squeezed those perfect ass cheeks around my wilted satisfied dick.

I woke up in a delightful tangle of young soft flesh. One leg thrown over me, soft puffy pussy pressed firmly into my hip. Nose in the crook of my neck. And her hand wrapped possessively around my mostly hard dick. Looking at the clock, it was an hour and a half before I had my alarm set.

Something had woke me up. Not sure what. Maybe one of the others moving around the main room?

I kissed the head on my chest, gently extricated myself from the gorgeous creature lying beside me, and went to pee. Then wrapped one of the fluffy robes around myself and slipped into the kitchenette for some juice.

As I tilted the 16 ounce bottle of pink grapefruit juice to my lips, and chugged half the contents thirstily, I heard a sound. Was it a moan? No. More like a hiccup. Then hearing it without my swallowing sounds I was able to positively identify it. Whimpering. You know, tiny sobs of crying.

I eased into the sitting area, and there on the couch I found the source ... Daphne.

She was laying curled up on her side, facing the back of the couch. Her panty covered pert teen ass fully on display below the hiked up hem of her sleep shirt, delicious looking camel toe outlined in detail beneath the tightly stretched thin cotton. Her fabulously toned legs bent with knees almost to her chest. She hugged a pillow in front of her, and I could see her shaking with her sobs. Slowly I moved, unnoticed, around in front of the couch to stand behind her. I knelt, and placed my hand on her upper arm. She flinched hard at my touch, turned with a look of almost terror in her face, then relaxed completely when she realized it was me. Her eyes were puffy and red, eyeliner smeared, pert nose leaking snot, and her pretty cheeks stained and wet with tears.

“Hey now,” I spoke quietly, “What’s this all about sweetie?”

She looked at me for a moment then her whole body convulsed as she was overcome with quiet wracking sobs as she turned to wrap her arms around my chest and buried her face in the soft robe. The heartbreaking sounds literally assaulted my ears, and her tears flowed almost a steady stream down her pretty face.

And she is pretty. 5’2” and athletic build. Reddish blonde hair with a slight natural wavy curl down just past her shoulders. Big brown eyes. A very slight smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her deep pink lips have just the right amount of puffiness to make them look incredibly soft and kissable. The oversize t-shirt she wore to sleep in did little to hide a really nice figure, with smallish B cup titties and puffy “hershy kiss” nipples that I couldn’t help noticing under her bikini last night in the hot tub. And her cute little teen ass that was on display, both last night in her bikini, and in those cotton panties peeking from under the shirt when I walked up a minute ago. She is the stuff that every teen boy’s masturbation fantasies are made from.

Not knowing what else to do, I wrapped my arms around her and just hugged her to me while she cried. When she wrapped her legs around me too, I was almost too caught up with worry about her to notice her soft crotch was pressed tightly over my dick. Good thing the thick terrycloth helped camouflage its traitorous thickening. But a dick has no conscience.

“Jeannie, are you awake?” I projected thought to the bedroom. “Yes Justin.” I heard in my mind. “Bring her into this room.”

Always knowing and ready with helpful solutions. My Jeannie was there for me again. I reached under her butt and picked her up off the couch, her legs and arms gripping me tightly and her panty clad pussy scrubbing against the semi-erect traitor, then walked back into my room, shutting the door behind us. Jeannie was wearing my AC/DC t-shirt and sitting on the bed. I just knee walked us onto the bed and lowered Daphne to a sitting position between us. The t-shirt clad Jeannie wrapped her arms around Daphne as well.

“Okay little one,” I said, “What is this all about?” She sniffled and looked up at me. “Mr. Justin I don’t want to go back home. I can’t go back home. It’s bad. Badder than you can imagine. I’d rather die than go back there. Please can I just stay here? Please?” And then she was attached to my chest again, face buried and sobbing uncontrollably.

I glanced at Jeannie over her head and mouthed silently, “I wanna know everything.”

As I lifted her chin with my fingers and turned her head upward to look into my eyes, my heart broke into a thousand pieces. She looked totally lost and desperate. And scared. Really scared.

“Hey now, Listen to me sweetie. C’mon now. Let us in. Trust us enough to tell us what is going on. Why you are so upset. WE are here for you, and we will listen and help in any way we can. I PROMISE Daphne, we can and will help.”

As she spoke a Jeannie provided ‘video’ began in my head depicting the problem in living color.

Daphne had literally begged Brandy to let her come on this trip. She even promised to babysit Brandy’s kids for free, to clean her house every week for a month, and even wash her car for two months. She had decided to run away if Brandy refused.

Then the reality of having to return hit her early this morning when she woke up.

When Brandy had finally relented, then asked her mom if it was alright, permission was happily given. But her step dad, and Brandy’s husband’s step dad, had gone ballistic. Claiming she was too young to be off with older college people, and even suggesting she might be coerced into sex by some older guy.

Daphne had turned 15 just last weekend, and it was the worst day of her young life. He had outright told her she would get his present today, Saturday, while her mother was at work. And outright told her that his birthday gift to her was going to be his cock in her every hole, over and over, for the entire weekend. The whole time her mother was at work for 12 hours a night, or sleeping. His cock, fucking her relentlessly, in all her virgin holes. He said he was ‘Gonna give her the ultimate gift and make her a grown up woman’.

When this trip came up and he found out she was going to be gone Friday until Saturday, he had grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off her feet as he slammed her against the wall. He told her she better enjoy her little vacation because with certainty she would be giving up her virginity ... times three ... to him on Saturday night after she returned, and it wasn’t going to be as nice since she tried to get out of it.

He also warned her that if she opened her mouth about his plans, or tried to resist him, it would be her mother that would be the one to suffer. And he indeed knew how to make that woman suffer. Many times he had beaten her, slapped her around, slung her around by her hair, painfully ass fucked her dry as a punishment, stolen her money, sold her valuables, choked her out, and threatened to kill her. The piss ant had even burned her dead husbands, Daphne’s dad, things and mementos. As well as her grandmothers wedding gown she was saving for either Daphne to use or to keep in the family.

He vowed to Daphne, as she hung from his hand by her neck, that if she told anyone of his plan, or refused him, that he would arrange for her mom to be tied down and used violently by ‘every swinging black cock he could find’, and Daphne would be made to watch it happen while he fucked her in her tight ass.

I pictured this scumbag as she kept talking. And I pictured her mother, Beth. A very pretty woman of 42, great figure even with a few extra pounds, and the future image of Daphne. I watched the ‘mind video’ of several abusive attacks on Beth that Daphne witnessed, as well as the leering and groping and fondling, then the promise of the rape made to Daphne.

Suddenly the images stopped. Daphne looked terrified at me, and was holding her hand to my chest. Jeannie was looking rather scared of what she saw in my mind herself. I realized my breathing was now coming in more of a ‘chuff, chuff, chuff’ sound and pattern. I was trembling like a naked man shivers in arctic cold, and my face was a deep red. Tears streamed down from my blood reddened eyes as my rage boiled.

I saw Daphne’s expression and I forced myself, with Jeannie’s help, to calm down. Gently taking Daphne into my arms, I hugged her to me and rained kisses on her forehead and hair. I calmed. Daphne calmed. And finally I could speak without my voice trembling or breaking.

“Daphne, sweetie, I’m sorry if I scared you. But I also want you to know that I meant every word I said when I promised we would help you. And now I see we will be needing to be helping your mother as well.” She brightened at that.

I lifted her chin, pecked a kiss on her nose, and looked deep into her eyes. “You will NOT be going back to where that shit bag can abuse you EVER AGAIN. You will be returning with us SUNDAY, and BOTH of you are going to stay with Brandy, OR Jeannie and I. I won’t let you OR your mother be victimized any more.”

Daphne looked hopeful and relieved for a moment, then it all fell apart in her mind and she said, “He WILL kill us. I have to go back. Mom can’t protect herself, and he has longtime friends in the police and mayors office that won’t let him stay locked up. We tried before and he beat mom until she could barely walk for three weeks.”

I looked at Jeannie with an unspoken but mentally conveyed question. She nodded and said, “Yes Justin. I will help you. We have to do it.”

Pushing back from Daphne I told her to sit right there and don’t move, I had something to show her. I straightened my self a little and nodded to Jeannie. Jeannie poke to her in a calm sweet voice, “Daphne, calm down and listen to me. We are going to show you something that will help you understand that you have nothing to fear.”

She calmed a little and then I spoke, “Jeannie, I wish that Beth would be right here, right now, and that nobody but us will know it. Beth will not be missed and nobody will see or notice her disappearance, and nobody will see or notice she was gone, OR her return.”

“As you wish.” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. BLINK And Beth was standing in the room beside the bed, arm extended like she was reaching or performing some task.

She wore a thin sleep shirt that had seen it’s better days long ago. The fabric clung to her still shapely ass, and hid nothing behind its thin worn threads. That she wore no panties was obvious, and her ass crack was clearly defined. Her heavy DD cup tits sagged a bit but still looked tasty, and her 3/4” long and fingertip thick nipples poked out visibly from the silver dollar sized dark areolas even though they were not fully erect or aroused.

She wore a brownish blue and red mark on her left cheek in the distinctive pattern of a hand. Her lower lip was adorned with a nasty split and some bruising. Finger marks were obvious on her throat. A blue crescent was just under the lower lids of both eyes, indicating a violent trauma to her head. Seeing this beautiful woman in such shape hardened my resolve to make that fucker pay dearly.

Daphne squealed and hopped into her mothers arms. They hugged, and then Beth looked around very confused. She saw Jeannie and I in our robes on the bed, and also her daughters’ skimpy attire, and looked very worried for a moment. “Everything is fine Beth,” Jeannie told her, “this is just a demonstration for Daphne’s sake.” I reinforced the words with, “She is just fine. You are going to be just fine too. And SAFE.”

The two hugged a little and held each other. But before they could begin speaking to one another I had to act again.

“Beth, you will be returned now. But you won’t be able to tell a soul about this. I you try, the words will not come out and you won’t be able to write or communicate this to anyone either. Don’t be alarmed or afraid. Your life is about to improve beyond anything you can imagine, and will at minimum be a thousand times a thousand better than it is now.” “You will be returning to your son’s home instead of yours. You will stay with him and not let anyone know you are there. NOBODY. Never mind your job, your shit-bag husband, your clothing, or anything else. Just stay in your Son’s home and keep out of sight. No calls to anyone. Do you understand?” She nodded and looked relieved. “We will all be back on Sunday, and everything will be okay.”

I looked to Jeannie, and BLINK. Beth was gone again.

Daphne took in a breath but before she could shout out or make a fuss Jeannie silenced her. “Do you see what I am saying when I tell you that we can help you?” I asked her. I glanced at Jeannie, “Answer me quietly so nobody else can hear.”

With a look of astonishment she said meekly, “Yes, I do.” And cast the first glance to the room door of many to follow over the next few minutes.

“Okay then.” I began. “Nobody is to know what happened in here this morning. You won’t tell, cause you cannot tell. Every time you attempt to tell this, you will think of something funny and burst out in laughter instead.”

“We are all going to take our test shortly, and nobody needs this on their minds. We will discuss it when we get back. You will remain here in the room with Jeannie while we are gone, and will remember that your ordeal and suffering is over. You will have fun, order food, and have fun with Jeannie. She needs clothing and style advice so you two can talk girl stuff or whatever.” “Now get out there and rest on the couch while I get ready. Brandy doesn’t need to wonder why you were in here with us while we were half naked.”

She flew to me and again wrapped herself around me in a full body frontal hug, while showering me with little kisses around my face between breathless ‘Thank You’s’. I don’t think the fact that my mostly erect traitor, that accidentally escaped the gap in my robe when she piled onto me and was now poking her dead center in the middle of the entrance to her thin cotton covered puffy little pussy, was even remotely missed by her ... just ignored.

After she left I told Jeannie, “I’m sorry baby, I really didn’t mean to get so aroused by her. I just couldn’t help it. Young girls are really usually not my thing. I don’t know why she had that effect on me.” She just laughed. “It is a natural and normal reaction for a man. Don’t let it concern you. Besides, she WANTED you to react that way.” “Still the same,” I replied, “I have a problem with it in MY mind. I don’t want to take advantage of her in the same way that I am trying to save her from.” My mind caught up to the conversation. “Wait, What?” I said. “What do you mean she WANTED me to react that way?” “Don’t worry Justin,” she assured me, “You won’t do anything bad to her. I assure you.”

I shook my head and looked at her, needing to convey my thoughts and feelings. “Baby, I hope we can pull this off. This is one of the things we just have to get right.” She replied, “It will all be as it should.” and hugged herself to me. “Since we have 30 minutes until you need to head out and meet the others for breakfast, how about we do something with this hard dick that the little vixen conjured up with her sexy little ass on your lap?”

I didn’t think it was as funny as Jeannie did I guess. I was still a bit unnerved by my attraction to the young girl. I also didn’t think twice before stripping off my robe and pulling Jeannie to me. She rode me to ecstasy twice, then did her ‘blinky bath” cleanup and dressed me, and as fresh as if I had took a long hot shower. I kissed her again at the suite door and stepped into the hallway.

Breakfast was good. Testing was better, since we all had ‘total recall’ of the materials. And Three hours after we had entered the conference room, we were all headed back to the suite, plus the Bobby and Derrick duo. When we walked in the suite, Jeannie was standing near the door and greeted me with a kiss. “Okay, tell me. How did the test go my love?”

“Not too shabby. I think I did really good.” I replied. Derrick stood silently gawking. Bobby’s mouth opened and closed a couple times but no sound came out as he stared. “Oh hey,” I realized they had not met Jeannie, “Guys, this is Jeannie. Jeannie this is Bobby and Derrick.” They nodded and managed to say something semi-coherent that wasn’t too dumb in nature. I laughed. Jeannie smiled and said, “Nice to meet you. Justin has had many kind words about you.”

We all sat around as everyone rattled on about how surprisingly easy the test was and how well they remembered the material. As we talked the subject turned to going out for lunch. I brought up part of my plan. “Hey guys, Jeannie and I have decided we are going to stay here another night. Who else wants to stay and maybe go out and have some fun tonight? We can blow off some steam. My treat.”

Bobby was single and Derrick was divorced, but both of them had to work Sunday and declined my offer. Brandy made a quick call to her hubby and all was good for her, although she did look at me after she hung up and say we needed to have a talk. Jennifer & Amber had nothing planned or pending. Since everyone was good to go and game, I had Jeannie make the call about the suite. She hung up after a couple minutes and announced, “All taken care of.”

Derrick and Bobby took off to go freshen up, and said they’d meet us back here to go downstairs in an hour.

I looked at Jeannie, sent her a mental message, and she nodded affirmatively. It was time for the talk.

I loudly called out, “Hey Daphne! Where you at? Come in here for a minute.” She arrived shortly, and Brandy started in telling her the news about us staying another night. Brandy added that her mom was at home with John for a few days.

Daphne ran to me, hugged me fiercely, and burst into tears. Thanking me over and over.

Brandy became immediately upset and demanded to know what was going on. I calmly asked everyone to come into the sitting room, and whispered to Brandy on the way, “Promise me you’ll keep your cool.” She shot me a look and said, “Okay, I will. Depending on what this is about.” And continued the piercing stare. I laughed and said, “It’s not THAT, I promise you.” Then I sobered and added, “But it is bad, so be ready to control that temper. We already have a plan to make everything work out when we get back home.

We sat down, Daphne on my side hugged to me, and with my encouragement she began.

ALL the sorry details spilled out. And with every word she looked as if a weight was being slowly removed from her shoulders. As she wound down, I broke in and told everyone that Jeannie and I had promised to do everything possible to make this mess go away and help with a brighter future. I reached across and put my hand on Brandy’s shoulder when I detected her starting to reach for the phone. I leaned over and whispered to her, “Please, Give her this day and tonight. Wait until later or in the morning to call and tell your husband. I really want you to be back in town and help keep him level headed.” She nodded and resigned to sit back into her seat.

Meanwhile, Daphne was now clinging to Brandy and letting the last of her tears fade away. Jennifer and Amber looked like they were about to call in the ‘Dykes on Bikes’ and stage a lynching party. And Jeannie was looking at me like I just brokered world peace or something. But everyone remained silent for some time.

Since Daphne was leaned over hugging Brandy at my right, and leaning forward a bit with her backside to me, I popped her on her cute butt with my hand and said, “So, little one. Are we going to go munch on some good grub and have some fun, or just sit here crying over these ‘solved’ problems all day?”

The others looked at me like I was being insensitive, and even Jennifer was about to say something, when Daphne smartly replied back at me while rubbing her butt, “Okay Buster, let’s go eat then. I vote for something really good that we don’t have back home. And since you are mean to little girls, and like to spank little girls, your punishment is to pay for it all.”

“It’s a deal sweetie.” I laughed. And we all went to get ready. Except Brandy, who grabbed my arm and stepped up to me. “I don’t know what I would do if anything really happened to her. Maybe wind up in prison.” She hugged me and looked up at me and continued, “I know we are just really good friends from class, and you didn’t have to even concern yourself with all this mess, so I want to thank you so very much Justin. I don’t know how I will ever repay you, but one day ... all you’ll need do is ask. I will be there for you when you need help. And I will always love you for this.” And then she was gone to get ready too.

I was happy to see Daphne appear, showered and refreshed, with all signs of her crying gone away. When she wasn’t being crushed by unimaginable fear and stress, she was a bright and delightful young lady. Being stress free had the effect of making her even prettier to look at since she smiled a lot.

I called down to the front desk and had them order a limo so we could all ride together. I also made a mental note to search for a parking spot outside the garage that Jeannie could blink my Blazer into later tonight.

Everyone was impressed by my getting the limo, until they found out it was part of the complimentary services to people staying in a Suite. Then they were just impressed by the limo itself.

We were all dressed casual, so we wound up at a nice Surf & Turf place. Very nice. With Eight of us, I might have to open that wallet Twice to pay our way out the door.

After a great lunch, that actually only required one opening of the wallet, the girls all decided a shopping trip was necessary. So it was off to the big city mall for us.

I surreptitiously pulled Jeannie aside and had her blink up a prepaid credit card with $5,000 on it, and a ladies wallet for her with all the ‘features’ like mine. (wink) I also ‘wished’ that she be able to communicate with me over any distance, without anything being able to block it, just through our thoughts. She did, and with a very hot kiss she joined the other estrogen enhanced part of our little group and off they went.

As the girls ran through every store in the place, Bobby and Derrick and I sat on the benches and girl watched while they asked me a hundred questions about Jeannie.

I did my best to come up with a plausible story of how we met. Filling Jeannie in telepathically. I also fielded thought messages from her while we talked. How does this look on me? What about this? Do I need this or that? And the biggie ... Do you think I need some makeup? “NO!” I thought back. “You don’t wear makeup now, and you don’t need it at all. You are too beautiful and sexy to me without it.” I got a giggle, and an “I love you”, and a mental picture of her perfect pussy in return.

After sitting for an hour, playing video games in the arcade for an hour, perusing the few men’s shops for a few minutes, I mentally requested that Jeannie turn off our mental connection until I contacted her again, and place a block on what I saw, said, or did during that time. She wasn’t happy, but I felt it shut down. I excused myself from the guys and told them I’d be back in a bit, I had something to take care of.

I visited the book store and bought several softcover magazine type books of high end home plans and pictures, as well as a book on survival shelters and underground bunkers. Then I went into the jewelry store where I had to open that ‘magic wallet’ Three times before I left with my comparatively small bag. Which I stuffed into the bookstore bag to hide the store name from the others. I then reconnected with Jeannie, found the guys, and after again sitting for a half hour ... Five happy and smiling womenfolk returned with enough bags to fill the limo to the brim. And we were off, back to the hotel. With plans to go out for supper then see some of the local night life. Even Daphne was going with us. I had argued her case to Brandy, telling her if she could handle the things she was holding in for the past who knows how long, then she could go with us and handle the places we would be.

We made it back at 5:30, Derrick and Bobby were already packed up and checked out, so they bid us goodbye and headed back home. We decided on 7pm to gather in the main room of the suite and then all go down together, then everyone went to get ready.

In the privacy of our room, I asked Jeannie a question that I had been wondering about. “Hey sweetie, I want to know something please.” “Anything you wish to know, just ask.” she replied. “Well, it is about you. I was curious about something.” I tried to tread lightly. When she just looked at me expectantly, I plodded onward. What I want to know, is about you when we make love. I want to know if that is ‘genie duty’, or if you really want it, or if you really desire it yourself or just cause I want it, or if...”

She giggled and said, “Yes Justin. I get horny. And I want sex. And I want it with you because I really do love you.” She looked at me closely for a moment, then added with a serious tone, “Yes Justin, I am a REAL GIRL. Flesh and blood with all the same parts and they work almost the same way as Brandy or Amber out there. The only difference is that I can grant you wishes, I won’t ever die, and I cannot bear you any children.” She paused for me to comment, but I was silent so she continued, “I have the same feelings and emotions, and aside from my ability to control aspects of my body that some other women cannot, I work the same way sexually. When I orgasm, that really is ‘all your fault’ so to speak.”

“Oh,” I said, “Okay then.” And I popped the big one. “SO your love for me isn’t because I am your master?” She looked at me, “No Justin, I have had MANY masters that I did not love. Some I even hated with my whole being. But I am what I am, and I must serve.”

“You ever been married?” I asked her. She laughed, “Yes. I have. Usually because they thought it would get me to provide them with wishes outside the rules. But a few other times I was married to boost the size of a master’s harem or to satisfy conventions as to why I occupied his dwelling with him. I was just one of many in all those cases.” “Oh, and to answer your next question, NO. I have never been in love with a master like this before, and never been married because of love. Dan and my sister helped me understand the concept of love as you were raised and taught it. Before you it was just serve and obey with no more caring than one would have for an oxen or a pet duck.”

I took a long breath and told her, “I wanna say it anyway if you don’t mind. Jeannie, I wish that you would only have feelings or desires for me as you would if you were a normal girl. That you shouldn’t feel obligated to serve me sexually. And you would not do so unless your own personal desires, outside the genie master dynamic, lead you in that direction. I also wish that during any sex we have you will only feel the passion and love if it comes from your personal feelings and your own heart, regardless of any genie/master dynamic.” “As you wish.”

I looked at her closely. “Did anything change?” She stared into my eyes, and a disappointed look crossed her face. Then she turned serious and somber as she answered, “Justin, I hate to tell you this because I don’t want to disappoint you, but there are NO CHANGES.” And she fell back on the bed laughing and kicking her legs in the air. So I spanked her ass a couple of swats playfully.

I brought up the mental picture Jeannie had sent me while we were in the mall, and the fact I had not enjoyed a desert after lunch. I got desert. And a before supper appetizer. And a happy little beautiful blonde bombshell in my arms, my heart, and my life.

We cleaned up the old fashioned way. Showering together until my fingers pruned and we had orgasm-ed ourselves silly.

Then I got ready and went out to the sitting area while she got into her ‘surprise’ outfit for me. I donned more of my new clothing that Jeannie provided me for our big night on the town. I was dressed in Black jeans and a Black long sleeve brush popper shirt with red collar and cuffs and a wide red band across the chest and shoulders, and my new Gray handmade Justin sharkskin western boots with fully hand tooled and stitched uppers. A new Silverbelly Stetson 100x el presidente cashmere and beaver fur felt western hat, with ‘gus crease’ of course, and a solid silver 3 piece buckle on the black hand tooled leather hatband. The black handmade and hand tooled leather belt held my pants up.

I also remembered to remind Jeannie to reactivate all my enhancements, as well as place a protection around the others. Adding that we needed them covered by the ‘early warning system’ to also know if they were in any danger. She thought an affirmative back to me.

When she walked out of our room and I laid eyes on her, I almost told Jeannie that we could just stay here tonight. But I didn’t. I wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on. But I didn’t. I wanted to fall down on my knees and worship her pure sexiness. But I didn’t. Why? You ask. Because I couldn’t form the words, and my mouth went dry and stuck my tongue to my gums, and my feet wouldn’t respond due to the lack of brain function. I sincerely have no words, and truly believe the words don’t exist, to convey the beauty and raw sensuality of the woman who presented herself to me. Without a sound, and tears welling up in my eyes, I finally managed to stumble toward her. Building speed and dexterity to the point it almost looked like I knew how to walk. And when I got to her, I could only take her by the hand and kiss it.