Midnight
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Episode 69: DestiNAtion
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 69: DestiNAtion - Midnight Amador had no life. It began when the Man in Black said it could.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture White Male White Female Hispanic Male Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex
The Santee REZ seemed quiet now that the elders had convened over their unanimous decision to build a Historical Society on their private land. The construction workers would all be native born, even the blueprints were expected to be drawn up for extravagance by Santee architects. All on the moolah of one outsider Nick Sanchez, they were still proud. Let the white man, well, mixed white man, cover the cost. It was at least a sign of the times.
Tribal elder Newton Waterfall walked alone from the Civic Center tapping his walking stick on the sidewalk just for show. Although blind he had traveled this road so often, he knew it all too well, every crack. Sensing nobody looking he had a brilliant smile and proved his Fred Astaire skills by playing hopscotch along the concrete walk. To his shock he heard the laughter of youth. Ah! Yes! The tree dweller!
“Why are you not in school, Nathan Upside Down Crow?”
“Skipping just like you Elder Waterfall.”
“Bird watching for Nodin already?”
“No Sir! Nothing to report. All is quiet on the Rez. I was just thinking of walking over to see Lukas and read his comics.”
“You can read? You are never in school.”
“I can read. I’m not that dumb.” In a mock Newton leaned his cane over his belly and performed sign language. The boy gulped, different kind of reading. “They don’t teach that in our school.”
“Then perhaps you should learn. It could be quite valuable as you mature.”
“What did you say?”
“I said go to school. Shoo Crow! Shoo!” The boy climbed down from one of the trees along the sidewalk and made his own sign just for laughs. “Do not make me turn you over my knee. I am not old!” Oh, shit! That was exactly what he was thinking, especially the old fart part as Nathan tooted. “Go on!” Off to see the Porcupine! At least Lucas was a nice prick.
Continuing on his journey Newton heard women fighting. Stopping to collect data he hissed under his breath. “I think I forgot something at the Center.” Tempted to retreat at hearing his daughter Wanita Bearpaw screaming at her own daughter Lillian Dawn he was now aware she had returned to the REZ. Why had the Crow not reported their arrival? Kids these days! Little shits! Knowing it was unavoidable Newton carried on until reaching the front steps of his wooden deck. The louder it got; his wife Rayna tried to calm them down. The entire REZ could likely hear Wanita.
“If she could only carry a tune.”
Enough stalling Newton opened his screen door and made his arrival known. Standing near the door Samuel Bearpaw wished that he could go to work at the Shoals. Those docks needed to be erected. Now that he was free of having to repay Nodin Merrick he hoped for a fresh start. If only he could stop gambling, then things might be even better. Fat chance of that! Promises made he worried if he could keep them. He did have an ace up his sleeve if not a playing card. When the time was right.
“Why are you quitting the job you have worked so hard to get? Help me understand this Lillian.” As if the chained collar and anal hook wasn’t bad enough. This spectacle was almost too much to deal with.
“I will still have a job, only here on the Rez, Mother.”
“Is that so?”
“It is!”
Newton intervened slapping his cane repeatedly on a cabinet. Rayna was not happy about the wounds it left behind on the woodwork. Unlike Wanita she would not complain. Hearing her father break his silence Wanita paused to take a breath. “The council has agreed on building the Historical Society with the assist of Nicky.”
“Who is this, Nicky?” Wanita’s emotions had her brain frazzled! She already knew of Nick, but it was blowing over her head in her current state.
“My Kami!” Dawn spoke up!
Sam added, “Mister Sanchez.”
“Oh! That vile man again. I still want to meet this man who steals our daughter. Who is he to fund what goes on around here.” Dawn felt sad that she needed to repeat an earlier conversation with her mother.
“A good man.” Newton lifted his chin high. “For the most part. It came to my attention that Nicky even bought new police cars and firefighting equipment for not only us, but for Caretaker. His generosity will bring our people jobs, helpful resources.”
“Dad! The man is making your granddaughter a whore. How can you defend him.”
“It is not for grandfather to defend him.” Dawn standing naked amongst them proudly no matter how often her mother tried to cloak her with a blanket held her ground. “I would die for my Kami.”
“Commie? Is he Russian?”
“No mother!” Dawn rolled her eyes. “Kami with a K. In Japanese it means master.”
“Why in the world would you call him master? I cannot cope with this. Please cover yourself.”
“I am forbidden to hide who I am and what my Kami wishes of me. You will accept me or let me go.”
“Do you love this man?”
“This is not about emotions mother. This is about fulfillment of sworn obligation. There is much I have hidden from you. Please allow me to get things out in the open so that I may move on.”
“Wanita! Let her speak.” Sam moved behind his wife and tried holding her. She caved slightly to his embrace but felt like screaming.
“Not all that I have to say will keep peace. I have learned something recently that will not bode well for our future. I myself accept this information and am fine with it. You two however might not see eye to eye.” Her parents looked pale in unison. What now!
“Hold up!” Sam took point. “Before any bad let me get in the good. I want the floor.”
Lillian smiled and gave her visual consent then stepped over to hug Newton. Remaining with him as if a security blanket, the only one that she would allow as coverage, she listened to her father. She had a hunch where this was going.
“Wanita? I have loved you since the very first time we set eyes on one another.” Moving in front of her he held her hands. “I know my gambling has sabotaged our marriage but I’m here today to promise you a better future. You might not agree with Nick’s hold over Lillian, but he really is a good man. As far as I can tell. Once this dead body thing blows over, I’ll be building him a dock for a seaplane and boat.”
“Dead body?”
“Not your best start Son.” Newton sighed! “Allow me! Wanita? Rayna? There is a crypt beneath the house on Harbinger Shoals. Lillian and Midnight Amador fell into it yesterday. As you can see no harm came to Lillian. Midnight is fine as well. The FBI is now involved to determine who the body belonged to. Once this is settled it will be up to Nick to have it removed. It has been there a while but from what I understand it is not ancient. Perhaps a relative of a past owner.”
“That’s horrible! How did you fall into this crypt.”
“Kami had Midnight and I dig a hole to bury our pasts.”
“Excuse me?”
“Our former selves mother. All that we technically possessed before she and I swore our oath of service to Nick. What I still own will be donated. What Tom left me now belongs to Kami.”
“Who is Tom?”
“My former professor from college. He brought me on at the Historical Society in Charleston. What I never told anyone was that he was my old master. He died a few months back and left me everything he owned. As I said that all now belongs to Kami, my new and hopefully final master.”
“So, you gave a man you barely know everything. That is irresponsible.”
“Including myself. He is turning Tom’s mansion into a dorm for a number of girls, possibly boys to enable them to go to school there comfortably. Tom would have liked his gesture.”
“How noble!” Wanita was struggling. “Stop fidgeting Samuel and distract me.”
“I want to be a better man. To be the mate you fell in love with and strengthen the bond we have.” He produced a tiny suede pouch from his pants pocket. “Our anniversary is nigh. I could not wait to give you the rest, so please hush up and enjoy the moment.” She looked stunned; eyes unable to blink. Rayna ventured over to join her husband and Lillian as they watched Sam drop to one knee. Newton of course visualizing it in his head by bones popping in Sam’s kneel.
“As you know, I told Nick that our anniversary was near, and he offered me a nice bonus for the dock project. So, I talked with our daughter about it and we went shopping. You only got half of the treasure you deserve. What is in this pouch is how I hurt. How I strive to be made of sterner stuff. For you, Wanita.”
“Now of all times? You already gave me this beautiful ring.” Oh, it gets better!
“I said to hush. Let me do this.”
“Fine! Complete your swooning.”
Now she was smiling down at him. Returning her twinkle Sam opened the pouch and emptied its contents into his palm. The sparkles immediately caught her attention. Hands to her heart she trembled as he shared his treasure. He had given a lot of thought on how to present these secondary gifts.
“This earring is the tears I wept when I failed you so many times over the years. This one is your tears bottled up and hopefully a new beginning.” Teardrop earrings really did have meaning. Lowering to her own knees to face Samuel, she admired them and claimed his tears first. Pierced ears already she removed her current earrings and replaced it with his soul.
Escorting her profile to her left by her chin Sam insisted on taking out her other earring in order to replace it with her bottled up past. Once both were on Sam tossed the old ones over his shoulder like salt granules for luck. She did not care that she would need to find them in the carpet later. Now that his hands were empty, he claimed her ring finger and toyed with the diamond. “What say we renew our vows on our actual anniversary. I messaged Reverend Sage about the possibility. He agreed if you want to.”
“You will not ruin this day.”
“No! But I might.” Lillian had pondered holding off on the news she mentioned before this lovely moment. However, she knew that once she returned from Charleston, she might not get another chance. “Forgive my being the bearer of ... I do not call it bad news. You however might.”
“Lillian? Are you certain this is the time?”
“Yes, grandfather. When I return from Charleston, I will no longer be allowed to speak my mind. I’m afraid this might be the only opportunity.”
Sam and Wanita stood up and held each other close. Neither had any idea what this news would bring so they agreed to listen. “I will never understand any of this nonsense but go ahead.” Wanita was becoming tense all over again.
“Midnight Amador is my sister.”
“Right! Nick has both of them referring to one another as slave sisters.” Sam added fuel to the fire.
“No father! My blood sister.”
“What?” Sam nearly pissed his pants.
“Irene Amador, now known as Zera informed Midnight and I that we were biological. Father, Midnight is your daughter.”
“WHAAAAAAAAT!” Wanita blew a gasket and turned to face Sam. “What did you do?”
“Goddammit!” Sam was almost dizzy, vomit nearby. “I ... you know Irene and I ... before Esteban came into the picture. I chose you, Wanita. She chose, Esteban. I never knew this you must believe me.”
“And who is Zera?” Rayna was just as lost.
“Irene! Kami believes her concussion must have revealed a new personality. The Irene we all knew is gone. Zera is quite dominant. She speaks her mind and revealed to us what Irene herself kept silent over.”
“So, it’s possible this persona is just saying this?” Rayna looked stunned, grasping for straws.
“Possibly! You must ask her yourself. I believe her words to be fact.”
“We need to go confront her.” Sam took charge until Wanita pulled away from him. “Honey! Stop! That was before you and I.”
“You think me a fool? Midnight is younger than Lillian.”
“FUCK!” Yep! An affair years later! “Lillian! Why?”
“It had to be addressed. Forgive me!” Her cell buzzing Lillian looked at it. Thankfully, Nick allowed her access to it until she returned. “Crimson is here to drive me to Charleston. I must go.” A kiss to her grandparents she chose to walk over and hold her parents’ hands. “Move past this. I love you both.” She then escaped their hands and moved to her mother’s new earrings. “Father’s tears! Your tears!” Then lifting Wanita’s hand, she patted the diamond ring. “Full circle! Father has learned his lesson.” Moving to Sam she palmed his cheeks. “You will never cheat on mother again.” He prayed that Lillian would not bring up the fact she gave him a blowjob. That would have ended their marriage. “Is that understood father?”
“Never again! I swear to you.” He then turned to Wanita. “I SWEAR TO YOU I AM ONLY AND ALWAYS WILL BE YOUR TRUEST LOVE.”
“Oh, go fuck yourself! I’m keeping the jewelry.” Wanita reacted with defense and pulled away from him. “I need air. I’m taking the car. Walk home!”
Abandoning her parents’ home Wanita stormed to their car. Not even the friendly hello of a waving Lukas Porcupine and Nathan Upside Down Crow could end her torment. Ignoring them Wanita started the family car and drove away. Samuel Bearpaw did indeed walk home alone, hands in his pockets.
“Midnight is my daughter? I wonder if Nick would mind if I moved to the barn’s loft when Wanita divorces me.” Not a chance!
Seeing her father off Lillian met Crimson Merrick and climbed into her shiny red Jaguar. “You okay, Lilly?”
“Esclava!” Seatbelt hooked between her stunning breasts. “Let us seek an ending to my past.”
“Charleston here we come!”
“That is a very good idea!” Fingers went directly to her vulva and clitoris. With her anal hook digging deep it excited her far too much. Crimson would need to detail the floorboards, seat and dash. Luckily, Lillian would volunteer to do that once they reached Tom Sylver’s-- Nick’s mansion.
Loud music failed to drown her out.
Charleston, South Carolina! FBI Headquarters! Department of Forensics!
“Morning, Ivy!”
Diligently working on the bone fragments overnight, examiner Ivy McDaniel was completely zoned out when her field photographer, the delightfully intoxicating Korean cutie Maxine Park spoke up. Now that her isolated testing was concluded and awaiting final analysis Ivy nursed a cup of coffee while trying to hold her eyelids up. The short dumpy Ivy nearly put salt in her coffee mug instead of sugar. Luckily, Maxine swept in to prevent a casualty. “Who puts salt in wounds?”
“What? Oh! Gawd, I’m so worn out.”
“You are too dedicated Ivy. That’s why you and I make a good team. Did we find out who our John Doe was?”
“Getting there! What I do know currently is the skeleton was a male roughly in his sixties, possibly a tad younger. I detect fractures all over the skeletal remains. Something banged him up pretty good. Although, I will say he was a sturdy fellow by the photos you took.”
“With all of that dirt on top of him I’m surprised we had any good pictures. I felt like we were on an archaeological dig. Indiana Bones!” She chuckled! Ivy was too tired to be amused. “Sorry! I slept good so I’m chipper.”
“Have anything to do with the guy that slapped you around?”
“Mister Sanchez?”
“Casanova in black. Owner of the crypt of shadows. Daddy Morebucks!”
“We got along very well. I overstepped so I will never blame him for striking me. He wants to have dinner sometime.”
“No man should ever hit a woman Max.”
“In my mixed culture it does. I trained with some of the world’s greatest fighters since I was a child. It was part of my heritage. Those fighters were primarily male, so I sustained many such blows in my time. At least Nick did not resist when Agent Monroe insisted that he be locked up for a night.”
“Mighty white of him.”
“Hispanic! His father is Puerto Rican, his mother from Spain.”
“Ah! My bad! You’re a brave girl. That guy scares the crap out of me.”
“He has led a warrior’s life and now wants out. Nick is succeeding quite well, he is very intelligent and good in the stock market.”
“You sure picked up a lot meeting him one day.”
“Well, to be honest I’ve had help. I would rather not indulge my own sources; they tie to my family in South Korea. It is better you do not know.”
“Geez, Park! You sound as shady as Sanchez now.”
“My family are not all good people. Which is why I left my country. I wanted my own life, my own independence. I am not a threat Ivy. I just want my own peace and quiet.”
“And you choose the FBI to work for. Good luck with that.”