Chapter 14

“Richie’s not an idiot. He’s just...” a complete fucking idiot! “Unperceptive.”

“You can spin it how you want,” Morwen smiled. “One bean left.”

“But...”

“Immaterial,” Morwen waved Harper to silence. “He’ll use them for his purposes and so I’ll use you for mine. It’s that simple.”

Harper glowered at Morwen and watched the pool again. This had been a strange kind of torture. Her only hope was her boyfriend, who sold her for other women, overcoming his desire for women.

Richie was a complete horndog at the best of times.

Harper smiled. It was fun watching him struggle. It was nice in Morwen’s palace. She felt relaxed and comfortable. This window to Richie was all she had for company though. The other women zombied through the gardens. Morwen dragged Harper around, a pet servant.

Several times a day Harper rebelled. Several times a day she stopped until Morwen let her move again.

“He’s after your sister,” Morwen said. “That must sting. But worse than your best friend? Your worst enemy?”

“Zita’s the worst,” Harper answered.

“Why?”

“Because Zita’s real for him, all of the way down,” Harper said. “He could be happy with her and I hate her for it.”

“But–”

“He’s always been overwhelmed by Lil,” Harper shook her head. “Caitlin’s always been his best friend’s girl. Perla was barely a human being to him - a pretty face and a spectacular ass.”

“Then there’s Oksana as well,” Morwen said.

“She’s gay.”

“Takes a cock really well for a gay girl,” Morwen teased.

“That’s your wheelhouse,” Harper shrugged, smirking, “I’ve never been a gay girl, so I wouldn’t know.”

Morwen’s eyes flashed in rage. She shut up for a moment. She may have had the body of a beautiful woman in her twenties, but the witch had the soul and mind of an ancient bigot. Harper felt amused.

His sister was kissing Richie now. Caitlin used to worry that Nat would swoop in and fuck Jason, ruining their relationship all through high school. Harper had thought that worry was beyond her. She watched Richie shake in his sister’s hands.

She couldn’t stop laughing.

It felt good, his discomfort. She reveled in the moment of petty revenge. She needed those by the handful.

Would he figure out that there were more slaves than beans? What about all of the rats and his Renfield? Frankie was gross. So gross. But ... Take a look around you Richie!

Caitlin didn’t drink the whole smoothie!

Nat and Flo had sipped from the same yet to be emptied glass!

That was just what was under his eyes.

That final bean of his, he could stretch it out over nearly fifty girls!

He just had that one on his mind. Gabrielle Xu. That’s the kind of girl Harper wanted to look like. Athletic but with tits and an ass. The colors, the music, the dance, the–

“Oh, that poor girl you’re so worried about ... Zita’s about to break...” Morwen frowned at Harper. “I don’t understand you.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ve hardly broken down at all since I’ve taken you. You handled the cell. You’ve handled the visions. You handle yourself. That Zita girl doesn’t have an ounce of your resilience,” Morwen shook her head. “She’s not who you should be worried about.”

“I know,” Harper said. “But I know Richie. He doesn’t know what he likes. Zita’s who I’m worried about right now.”

“You’re too good for him.”

“We don’t know that yet,” Harper said.

“When will we know that?” Morwen said.

“When you start gloating that you’ve won,” Harper said. The pit of her stomach gurgled around an icy stone at its center.

Shit!

Zita dunked her nose straight into the glass on the counter.

Shit!

She stuck her finger in and spun it around.

Shit!

She stared at her wet fingertip.

Shit!

She pulled her finger back from her tongue before she could taste it.

Shit!

She slammed her fist down onto the counter.

Shit!

Calm down.

Shit!

I said: calm the fuck down!

Shit.

Better. Zita took a deep breath. It was fifty-fifty. She had either fucked up or she hadn’t. She tapped her finger on the lip of the glass and dripped whatever she could back over the ice. She’d get this into Lilith and if it didn’t work, well why did Richie need to drug Lilith anyways?

The girl was here to party!

Sex! Drugs! Rock ‘n Roll!

Music. Check. Drugs. Alcohol’s a drug. Check. Sex? Well unless she was gay, notwithstanding Lilith’s drunken “I wish we were gay together so we could fuck the same guys together.” definition, the only cock at the whole party was Richie’s. She had stumbled downstairs because that’s where the action was.

Maybe Richie could hold Lilith down? Zita could forcefeed the girl the maybe-not-roofie, Lilith would love being pinned down, and Richie could fuck another girl distracting him further from Zita’s love for him

Win! Win! Win...

She stepped to the top of the stairs, screamed, and swerved violently out of Richie’s way as he bolted up past her. She managed to cap the glass in her right hand with her left. Not even spilling a drop.

Richie swallowed the pills out of shock. Two tablets: molly and viagra. Tomorrow, he wouldn’t even have known he had tried molly. He pushed his sister back who had offloaded the glass in her hand to Perla.

Perla drank the last half in a single gulp.

Richie looked in his sister’s eyes.

He had become accustomed to the look a desiring woman gives the chosen target of his affections. Nat’s slightly parted lips, her hooded brown eyes, the flush under her freckles, the pricks of her nipples through her slutty party dress.

“No.” Richie said. He stepped back in a hurry. Nat followed him. His shoulder clipped Flo in the jaw. “Oh my god, sorry!”

“Hey, bro, just wait a sec.”

“It’s fine. I’m OK.”

Flo and Nat talked over each other. Richie flicked his eyes around the room. The stairs. Lilith. Perla. Oksana. Cait– Oksana!

“Oksana!”

“I thought we agreed I was The Ox!” she laughed.

“Nat!” Richie pointed at his sister, who looked down at the finger on her chin cross-eyed. “Sic ‘er, girl!”

“Woof!” Oksana growled sexily.

“Bye!” And Richie bolted up the stairs. He barely managed to keep himself from bulldozing Zita. He skidded, crab-walking to the left as his socks slid on the kitchen floor.

“Hey!” He said, wondering if he was angry with Zita for–She was still holding the glass. “There’s more?”

“What? I have to give this to Lilith! You made me promise!” Zita said, pulling the glass, palm still covering the mouth tightly between her tits.

“Oh wow!” Nat said. Footsteps started up the stairs. Lots of people. Shit.

Richie looked down, his pants were down. His cock was out. He was at his boss’s house and she had drank the bean ... So had Nat.

“Christ...” Richie said. Perla stuck her head up.

“No offense, but I’ve had enough Oksana for tonight,” Perla said. “Can we spend some time together, Richie?”

“Yes!” he said. “Get over here!”

He grabbed Perla’s hand and looked at Zita, at the glass. He poked her in the nose. “That’s for Lilith.”

“I hope so,” she said. “The blonde cougar–”

“Right,” he leaned in and kissed Zita on the lips. He saw a flash of red hair at the top of the stairs. It had to be Caitlin, but his brain didn’t process that fast enough. Fight or flight kicked in. Flight.

Perla smiled brightly as she was dragged by the wrist through the house to the master bedroom. Richie kicked the door shut behind him. Perla fell down on the foot of the bed, spread out her hands behind her and reclined, pressing her tits up and out from her chest. He turned around.

“Thank god for you,” Richie said, he walked over and wrapped his arms around her. He needed a moment and a thought. Her hands grabbed his cock. There’d be future moments. There’d be future thoughts.

Richie pulled back, stroked Perla’s hair back over her ears, and grabbed her around the neck. He lifted her off the bed some as he pressed a kiss into her. They instantly ramped each other up. Tongues dueled, Perla slid down onto her back. He climbed with his knees and she slithered with her spine as they climbed towards the pillows.

The door swung inward.

“Hey!” Flo said, breaking their momentum and kiss. “It’s my bedroom, assumed I was invited.”

Richie almost said something. Flo tossed aside her top. She unhooked her bra and kicked off her shoes. “Get to it. I’ve never needed less foreplay in my life.”

Days of nearly on the edge of orgasm, that only got worse when the scent of Richie pricked through the hours they had shared together in the restaurant. She was surprised she didn’t slip on the leak she was no doubt leaving everywhere.

Perla looked over. She crooked her neck. The door wasn’t filling up with other needy girls.

She almost had a real fuck.

A threesome was better than an orgy.

Perla was mostly undressed as it was. The fooling around and fellatio that had happened in the basement had left most of the girls in accessible disarray. She rocked her wrist and brought his cock to her pussy.

If this new bitch wanted some, she could pull it out of Perla’s hot wet hole.

Richie slipped into Perla, his skin tingling and his heart beating more than it ever had before. He turned from Flo’s undressing and looked down at Perla’s eyes. Her hair was splayed out like a mermaid in the water.

She looked incredible.

He loved her.

Love just poured from his heart through his veins. It tingled in the tips of his fingers, in the hood of his cock, in the corners of his smile.

Loved.

Not just the feeling and need shared between a man and a woman. Love. Family. Friendship. Connection. Purpose.

He loved his sister. That’s why he had run from her. He was not here to hurt anyone. He was here to love everyone.

Nat had kissed him.

He didn’t hate Nat for reaching out. Feeling left out. Making herself a part of the love and family he was building.

She didn’t have the beans like he did. She had done her best, and made her mistakes. She was raw, hurt. She was lonely and uncertain how to be together. How many friends had she lost? How many guys had taken and left? No wonder she was missing love.

But, she was loved! Nat was one hell of a sister! She might’ve been sharp-tongued and territorial, but that hardly meant that she wasn’t always there for him. She needed him now, and thanks to Morwen and Richie’s decision, the only way to inch in to get to the family she needed was along the perverse roads he had laid down for the others.

Her getting beaned wasn’t his decision. That didn’t mean she should be barred from love.

And there was seemingly no limit to love.

He loved Lilith and Zita.

And fuck the guilt!

The pair of them were younger, but no more than a year and change. They were beautiful and they deserved to be loved. Holding back was just an offense to love itself! And love just wasn’t about Lilith’s breasts and dick-sucking lips. Love wasn’t Zita’s sculpted legs and runner’s ass. It wasn’t cute or sexy. It was love.

His heart was swelling for them. He had flickers of Zita’s worry in the kitchen. She wanted to make him proud so badly. He had to be worth that pride. He had to hold her and kiss her and make it known that she was good and lovely and he loved her.

Lilith was a wreck, overdrunk, and lost. She didn’t have the love that he had with Harper. She needed a firm hand to grab onto and let herself be pulled up by. He’d bring her in, better than he had with Zita. He knew how to love a Cowie girl and he was going to make sure Lilith felt it to the bottom of her heart.