Midnight
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Episode 78: Eulogy
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 78: Eulogy - 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 REZ! Early morning before a stressful press conference.
“How is Lucas?”
Elder Chief Newton Waterfall was sitting at his dining table eating his morning melon. With the news crews allowed at the Civic Center he let his wife Rayna run down the street to keep him informed after poor Lucas passed out late last night.
“Yes. He seems totally fine now. Wanita and Sam got to him while he was still unconscious.”
“The lovebirds singing or pecking at one another?”
“For the sake of Lucas, they’ve been behaving. I think they will be alright. The news that Midnight is Samuel’s daughter has him quiet. Wanita will resent this fact for a while but even this might make their marriage stronger. After all, Sam did choose Wanita over Irene Sage.”
“His character has always been murky. Gambling debts, cheating obviously, often his scent troubles me.” Unknown to everyone in the family Newton had suspicions that Samuel and his daughter Lillian had engaged sexually in some fashion. The nose knows! Perfume and nail polish often gave her away. It could have been an innocent hug here and there, but Sam always appeared nervous around Newton. Even that could be explained as not fitting in as tightly as he should with the Waterfall clan. Someday Newton and Samuel would need to talk.
“Yes! As long as Nodin Merrick keeps his word as to not allowing him inside his casino or loaning him money that will help guide him to be a better person. Regardless, Samuel has always been there for us when needed.”
“Agreed! I was just on the phone with Nick’s shadow. She has arranged a doctor’s appointment in Cordoba with a Dr. Ferrec for Lucas to be examined. I plan to let Wanita and Samuel do the honors of taking the boy. The more the lovebirds talk this out the better their marriage will be.”
“Can this persona that has taken over Irene be making it all up to stir up trouble?”
“Sammy has admitted it. Whether he is the true father only DNA testing can provide the truth. Even without eyesight I have sensed a connection between Lillian and Midnight. Never spending much time around Midnight until Nicky there was nothing to be certain about over my instincts. There is one thing that you and I must discuss and keep to ourselves for now.”
“That sounded ominous.” She sat down beside him at the table.
“I fear our daughter lapsed in judgment.”
“Meaning what?”
“In going to visit Irene she first touched base with Esteban Amador.” He then scowled. She knew that expression.
“No! Wanita and Esteban? Surely, your nose is wrong this time.”
“It is not. They have had sex. The odor of burnt timbers and well water added to the facts. They bathed together.”
“What has gotten into our family.”
“We must support her decisions and let her admit this to us and Samuel on her own. Did you not notice she kept her distance from me when she came home.”
“Yes! I just figured that the news of Lillian sleeping with Lucas overwhelmed her.”
“Which it did. At any rate. I need to get ready for this press release concerning Raymond.”
“Should I break out your suit and tie?”
“No! We are who we are. At least the cameras will make us look ten years younger.”
“I thought that was ten years older.”
“As if my eyes could tell one way or the other.” He grinned! “Change and let us be off within twenty minutes.” Sighing Rayna Waterfall went to put on a new dress and touch up her hair. Momma Waterfall still looked good for her age.
“What is this?”
Driving slowly through the REZ, Irene “Zera” Amador noticed the large group of people standing outside the Civic Center along with news crews. What few officers still there maintained order while grieving the loss of one of their own. Chief of Tribal Police Victor Bonebury struggled with his emotions while up on the dais calming folks. The deceased, Ben Squatting Wolf was like a son to him. Just as much as the late Raymond Scott was like a father to Victor. Double whammy! Protest signs saying, “Bring Raymond Home!” had Zera tilting her head.
“Raymond Scott favored my other.” News to Irene, but again Irene was lost in herself somewhere. “At least someone favored the wretch.” Without warning a tear welled up in one of her eyes and flowed down her cheek. Glancing at herself in the rearview mirror Zera narrowed her eyes. “YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME WEAK. BEGONE!” Just that fast the tear duct ceased. “Remain in your cell, Wretch. Your Mistress demands it.” Wow! Where did that come from.
Hitting the gas Zera drove on as if uncaring. A few blocks down she noticed a group of familiar girls and boys walking with their father toward the Civic Center. “The Wretch’s brother. I should run him down. For the sake of the children, I shall not.”
Yes indeed, Pastor Mordecai Sage led his offspring to the Civic Center to share in the news. Instead of resorting to violence Zera rolled her eyes and proceeded onward. Only Nancy Sage looked over to see Zera and recognized the car. Texting with William Gullivant prevented mentioning her aunt further. For all she knew it was Esteban driving. She voted on catching up with her brothers and sisters.
At the next corner Zera stopped to let traffic proceed through the four-way. Crossing paths with her were the biker club the REZistance joining Nodin Merrick and Jasmine Riviera as they departed for Charleston to bring Crimson Merrick home. Father’s orders! Once the procession faded away Zera moved along. Aimless at first something drew her to a small rundown housing division. The poor consoled the poor.
Turning into the tenements Zera grumbled as to why. “Why bring me back to this horrid place.” Shaking off her confusion, Zera stopped in front of a crappy house with a dilapidated front porch. Seated on that porch in a wheelchair was yet another familiar face. “The creator!”
Engine off Zera sat there staring at the woman. It took binoculars to recognize Zera from a distance. Dorothy Sage’s eyes were not what they used to be. Realizing her daughter Dorothy choked up a bit then waved her to join her on the porch. All alone with no one around Zera dared to abandon her car.
“You look shiny. Decide to go Brazilian to fit the Amazon image?” Dorothy puckered! “You must have been recruited to join in on the Skinwalker game?” Nudeness! “Mister Sanchez convince you to join his joy cult?”
“Hello, Creator! Yes, I heal well. My other’s burns are nearly gone. And, no! I forsake clothing of my own decision. However, I would gladly serve Kami should he claim me.”
“Kami! Ah! Yes, I recall Midnight saying this designation. How is my granddaughter?”
“A useless whore. She serves her purpose.”
“That’s my girl! So, you shoved my daughter aside again, just like when she was a child.”
“Curious! Explain!”
“Imaginary friend! Irene was picked on as a child. You surfaced only when she needed you most. Defense mechanism, I suppose! It wasn’t often, but you did get her out of a few scrapes.”
“I have always existed.”
“Right! Waiting on the next time she needed you.”
“I do not need her.”
“Sure, you do. You need one another.”
“I would disagree. My other is weak, pointless. She deserves to be locked away as I was for so many years. Yes, I recall now how we shared one another. All too brief! Briefness no longer, I am here to stay.”
“If you say so. You’re still my baby.”
“Do not pamper me woman.”
“Bite my ass! I brought you into this world, I have a say.” Zera paused to control her anger. “What are you going to do roll me out in front of a Rez Rider bus?”
“A thought! No! The brother did not take you with he and his children.”
“Mordecai felt it was safer I stay home in case this press conference gets ugly. He can fill me in later. I take it you know they found Raymond Scott’s body.”
“Yet he places his children in harm’s way. Yes, I know of Raymond Scott.”
“That man adored you. He used to bounce you on his knee after your daddy died.”
“And fondled me.”
“Say what? No, he didn’t!”
“I was there! He touched me inappropriately. Well, now I would have embraced his touch.”
“Ray did NOT do that.”
“I will not argue with you woman.”
“How is Tilly on her vacation?”
“I would not know, I have been in jail.”
“Jail? For what? Indecent exposure? Better be careful the REZ boys might lock you up. Today of all days.”
“They are welcome to try.”
“Tough, Bitch! Like I told Midnight, I’ve been in her shoes. Your father and the guy I used to date, they and I practiced a little BDSM back in the play day.”
“So, you have told my other.”
“Sit tight a minute. I’ll be right back. I want you to have something.”
“You have five minutes. I am needed elsewhere?” She looked in the direction of the Civic Center.
“I’m in a wheelchair for God’s sake.”
Opening her door awkwardly Dorothy rolled her way indoors and into her living room. A small box on a bookcase removed, she lifted the lid and took out something unexpected. Smiling at it she looked to her right at a picture frame and blew a kiss at her late husband Martin. “Just like me in a chair, what comes around goes around. Someone might as well get more use out of this hand me down.”
Noisily returning, Zera stood proudly as Dorothy made her exit. “I need to have this door widened. Here! I want you to carry on my tradition.”
“What is this?”
“Your ... Irene’s daddy collared me back before all of you little teepees were born. I wore this even on the day we got married.” Claiming a leather collar with an engraved tag on it Zera looked it over. “Read the tag.”
“U SAGE!” Zera creased her brow, then began to smile. Her smile became laughter. “A clever play on your last name.”
“Our last name. Marty’s idea! He used my sweet ass as often as he had time to.”
“I recall hearing that fondly.”
“Irene heard that. Unless you were eavesdropping. One and the same, Baby.”
“I am NOT a baby.”
“Are too! Are too!” Dorothy razzed her!
“Am not! Am not!”
Growling Zera handed the collar back and turned away. Walking to Esteban’s car she found a friendly visitor literally dogging her tail. A stray Golden Retriever roamed the street and decided to become friendly.
“You remember old, Lassie. She finally came home.”
Without words exchanged Zera crouched and made over the excitable mutt. Removing its collar, she stood up and faced Dorothy before putting it on herself. Dorothy chuckled over the fact Zera chose to wear that collar over her own.
“Might want to scratch off all the letters in his name besides the ASS in LassIE! You’re right! It befits you better.”
“Goodbye, Creator! Oh! I told Samuel Bearpaw he had another daughter. Let he and the other’s husband battle it out over custody. I move on!”
Getting into the car Zera rounded the block and headed back toward the Civic Center. The Press conference was checking its microphones now. This time at the four-way stop she braked to let a lone biker turn. Oliver Heavy-Feather was allowed to remain behind rather than join his REZistance in escorting Crimson Merrick home. He had his own escorting to do by honoring Alexis Roster in bringing her to her new home.
Following him, she contended with REZ officers waving traffic through rather than create gridlock. While held up, she peered toward the dais to see Newton Waterfall and the attending Elders take to the outdoor stage. Nick Sanchez having arrived led a very naked Midnight Amador on her leash bearing only feathers over her nipples and cunt. Her bare ass was wiggling with pride. Zera frowned over seeing her at all. “That should be me on Kami’s leash. Why he bothers with that worthless infant I will never know. Feathers! BAH!”
In examining the reactions out of both the Santee in attendance, as much as the news affiliates, they were in total awe of Nick parading Midnight as if his pet. “Watch the birdy!” Zera growled! Although disturbing, the Santee did not appear to object to her presence. Some actually rubbed Midnight’s bare ass in passing. Oh, how Zera grew jealous!
Traffic slowly moving it was checkpoint to checkpoint in making certain the cars were no threat. At each brake press Zera darted her eyes amongst the crowd. Something immediately drew her attention. A cameraman had moved atop of his van to film out over the crowd. While doing so he slyly removed a gun from his vest. Thinking no one was watching he filmed and stood ready to make his move.
Rather than warn an officer Zera parked the Buick in the middle of the street and abandoned it. Walking naked out into the crowd she approached the van. Nick taking to the stage with Midnight, he stood behind Newton using the Elder’s to block Midnight from the voyeurs. Feathers fell to her sides. Why hide when hidden! So, to speak!
“Welcome! As many of you know I am Chief Newton Waterfall. On behalf of our tribe, we have decided to clear the air as to what has been happening of late. Yes, Raymond Scott has been found. Once the FBI clears the way we shall return his body to our private land. His death will be investigated further and as news arrives it shall be delivered to his people.
“Much has occurred the last day and a half. It appears someone wanted the knowledge of Raymond to remain a secret. Men were sent to Harbinger Shoals to destroy his remains. The new owner of Harbinger Shoals, the man in black behind me wishes to offer his condolences for not only Raymond, but for the loss of Officer Ben Squatting Wolf. I would ask Mister Sanchez to step up beside me and share his thoughts.”
Bobby Black Fox stepped aside and motioned Nick to replace him. Handing Bobby Midnight’s leash he swallowed dryly and accepted it. He then stood next to Midnight. It was so not easy looking over at her beauty.
“Thank you, Newton! First and foremost, my sincere concern for everything that has happened recently. The FBI keeps me informed every few hours. Not only was my property attacked by armed gunmen, but so were the Charleston offices of the Bureau. Lillian Dawn-Bearpaw was marked by family association to I presume be used as leverage to make certain Raymond Scott’s identity remained under wraps.
“Attempts to destroy DNA results were interrupted in time. All of his body parts will be united. His skull was removed from the crypt beneath Harbinger Shoals and placed in a trunk that remained untouched until I ironically purchased it at an antique store. Once I became aware of a skull within, I turned it over to the FBI to cross reference it with his skeletal remains. It was a definitive match.” After a few weeks of using it as a toy for Midnight and Lillian. Oops! No need to mention that.
“A memorial tomb for Raymond will be built beside the new Historical Society I am donating to the REZ. Officer Ben Squatting-Wolf will also receive nothing but the best for his service. I know my money means nothing in the end, but I ask you to allow me to at the very least honor those who came before you. I’ve invited Newton and the Elders to hire architects and contractors directly from the REZ, so the Historical Society and the resting places remain under Santee touch without the interference of outsiders. Aside from my financing that is. I will stay out of it beyond that.”
“What about Lillian Bearpaw being forced to run this new society in the nude?” A familiar voice rose up. Mordecai Sage stepped through the congestion, his kids hiding from their peers over his speaking out. News crews were totally zeroing in on a response from Nick.
“That was my sole condition. The Elders have agreed to allow that much. Yes, Lillian Dawn-Bearpaw belongs to me as was her choice. What I do with her as my personal slave is my business. She has given her oath of loyalty to me, as has Midnight Amador. My lifestyle is my own and not for any of you to judge. None of you will sway me from that. If you would care to ask Midnight where she wants to be, how she wants to live, you are free to do so.”
Bobby Black Fox hesitantly brought Midnight to the forefront. Nick reclaiming her leash temporarily he draped it around Midnight’s neck, her welded on collar holding it from falling away. “Midnight? I give you freedom of speech. Answer your uncle’s question.” Hearing uncle, the reporters took a deeper interest now that their connection was intimate.
Stepping back instead of remaining beside her as if an equal Nick moved to Newton and palmed his shoulder. Newton felt uneasy over what would undoubtedly spark even more controversy. “Are you sure about this Nick? Even before your control over her Midnight Amador was ever the shy child.”
“Patience!”
Out in the audience Rayna Waterfall, joined by her daughter Wanita and son-in-law Samuel Bearpaw turned pale. Next to them Lucas Porcupine seemed giddy to see Midnight standing before the entire world. Even without another premonition he just knew what was coming.
“Hello, Uncle Mordecai.”
Midnight lifted her eyes and looked out over the audience. “I will not apologize for my appearance.” Feathers employed again! “I love my new life. My Kami is everything to me. Just as he is to my sister Lillian-Dawn. Yes, my sister.” She glanced down at Samuel. “Hello Daddy.” He bulged his eyes at her reference. Wanita merely glared at him for reaction.
“Daddy?” Mordecai raised his voice. “You, see? Sanchez has turned her to the point of calling outsiders Daddy. What is next Papi?”
“Please calm yourself Uncle. The news is fresh so, I understand your skepticism. Forgive me Wanita, I reveal this only because I respect my elders. Samuel and my ... mother had an affair while she was married to my now stepfather Esteban Amador. He too knows the truth. Mother has shared this information with us. It was time! I have accepted this news even if it is all irrelevant. My past is just that, my past. Serving my Kami, I am reborn. No cult as some of you might think. I merely know who I want to belong to. There is nothing nor anyone who could stand in my way or change my mind.” She appeared confident.
“Forgive me, but the feathers tickle.” She removed them to stand totally nude, dropping the feathers to the stage. Cameras clicked in droves. Wives growled at mates for taking cell footage. Still, Midnight stood with pride.
“Soon, my sister Lillian will work here on the REZ. I am certain even her feathers will vanish. Everyone must cope. We were all born this way. I myself will die this way.”
Her nephews and nieces out in the audience did not know how to react. While the nephews knew Midnight’s flesh far more than most they had kept it quiet. The girls had heard rumors, mainly the youngest Nancy. Seeing Midnight in all of her glory put a pause in her texting with William Gullivant. This was more important. Sister Ophelia did record her aunt while her father’s back was turned. Nancy would eventually get a copy of that and share it with Will.
Mordecai as a man of God resisted, calling what she was doing lust and far worse. Sodom and Gomorrah were referenced. A few from his parish sided with Mordecai, others flipped him off and told him to shut the hell up. Still, he ranted as Midnight continued. Finally, Nick had heard enough and returned to Midnight’s side. Leash in hand she dropped to her knees at the dais and lowered her head.
“This drama ends here. This meeting should be about Raymond Scott. If there is anything more that I can offer I am a phone call away. For now, I have a home to finish rebuilding. Newton? I’ll turn this back over to you.”
Midnight crawled on her hands and knees to keep up with Nick in leaving the stage. Ordered to rise Midnight stood and followed him at his pace. The second he made it down those few steps from the stage Newton reassumed the microphone, Bobby and the other elders beside him. Out of nowhere a gunshot went off and everyone reacted with fear. The bullet zipped over Newton’s head and struck the siding of the Civic Center. Ducking for cover made total sense.
Nick hearing the firearm released Midnight’s leash to Samuel Bearpaw. “Keep your daughter safe.” He then bolted toward the news van where a camera man fought off a surprise attacker. Having scaled the ladder in back Zera lunged at the gunman just as he aimed his pistol. Toppling the man they wrestled atop the roof.
“Irene?” Mordecai noticed his sister battling in the buff. “Not you too.”
Bumping into Lucas Porcupine was not in his best interest. A vision although minimal sparked Lucas to see another gun going off and Mordecai’s wife Mary shot down by the ocean. As fast as it occurred the vision faded. Nosebleed returning, Wanita pulled the boy out of the way and offered him tissue. Mordecai moved quickly to get his children to safety.
Nick raced to the van as the shooter’s gun fell from his grasp and landed on the ground. A quick kick to it the gun went beneath the van out of harm’s way. Looking up, Zera was straddling the gunman and trying to restrain him.
“Don’t hurt him. We need answers.”
“Please! I had no choice. They targeted my wife.” The man related!
“Who is they?”
“I don’t know. I only talked to them by phone. My wife was held at gunpoint in a video pleading to me to do as they said. They even pulled a tooth out of her mouth to prove their sincerity.” His reporting partner Rosita Gomez begged Virgil Cummings to give up.
“Come down and let’s talk.” Nick advised, motioning Victor Bonebury and his officers to stand down. Nick had Victor retrieve the gun below the chassis of the van and bag it safely.
“I... “ The man felt a brief discomfort as if a cracking sound in his mouth. Foam immediately filled his lips and frothed.
“Cyanide tablet! Like those used at the Shoals.” Nick snapped! “Zera! Roll him over and force him to spit up. Don’t let him swallow.” Obedient, Zera rolled away and turned Virgil over dangling his head over the side. Drool and drug spilled from his lips. Going into convulsions Zera made a snap decision and rolled Virgil back over. Planting her lips up to his she sucked out what foam she could and began spitting it out.
“ZERA, NO!”