Chapter 3: Do You Really Want to Know?

“OH, my goooddddd my head hurts.” Mark moaned and complained under his breath quietly as he tried to untangle himself from the other girls in bed with him without waking them up. Something that was fast proving to be impossible. At the moment he was trying to remove Nicole Klineman, the sexy woman Beverly had met at her yoga class from his crotch. She was still holding his limp cock firmly in her hand and refusing to let it go. That and she was every now and then licking it with her tongue like it was a lollipop, and his cock was threatening to respond to those licks if it continued much longer.

It had been quite a party after one of the girls had produced the little blue viagra pills, or maybe something better that viagra since it appeared to work on the girls that took it too. Then the white powder someone said was coke appeared from somewhere else. Soon they were all before the wall mounted 130” Samsung Premiere 4K ultra-short throw laser projector. It really did make watching a movie in the comfort of your home a movie theater experience. A 4K laser projector enables ultra-short throw distances which means it can be placed with in inches of the wall, and offers laser powered 4K picture resolution. There was even a Olde Midway red bar style hot oil popcorn machine, and even mini bar.

Soon after that they were all watching on the home theater’s large screen the 1979 unrated and uncut version of the movie Caligula on YouTube. Its a dramatization of the ascent to Caesar and subsequent reign of Caligula, one of the most notorious leaders of ancient Rome. The movie is about his ambition, his scheming, his perversions and decadence, his brutality and his lunacy. Of course they were all more interested in the orgy than anything else, and that lead predictably to Xvideos porn and Cheerleader Orgies, ha, ha, ha. I ask you is there anything more Patriotic American than Cheerleader porn?

Nicole Klineman had a real passion for yoga it seemed, especially something she called Kink Yoga. Its a recent practice offered by certain yoga studios around the world today. It draws from both bondage, dominance, sadism and masochism (BDSM) play, and yoga practice. It connects them through specific physical movements and activity, with a focus on breathing. Using yoga practice to control anxiety that can be caused by constrictive mock leather abbreviated cat suits, hand cuffs, rope tying techniques, and ball gags, in BDSM. Girl Scouting, 4H (original motto “head, heart, hands, and health”), and the Campfire girls of America have certainly come a long way since 1919 it seems. Always be prepare, never leave home without it, seemed to be the motto today.

“If you study yoga long enough,” Nicole started off her lecture to her captive audience, some more captive than others at the moment, ha, ha. “Eventually you’ll run into a concept called “bramacharya”. This loosely translates to “celibacy,” guaranteeing that all but the most high minded ascetic-leaning among us will ignore it completely. Another translation is “sexual continence,” which just sounds really really disgusting. Still another interpretation says that bramacharya is all about fidelity. While fidelity, sexual or otherwise, might be a noble, if generally unrealized human goal, it still doesn’t quite get the definition right for me, ha, ha. It all just seems too ... too ... too, “Anti-Sex”, given the subject matter we’re talking about here, ha, ha.” She lectured her new students.

“Yoga, which can often be a very “sexy-feeling activity”, taught by very sexually active people, seems to have been saddled with a very “Anti-Sex” philosophy developed by tons and tons of unsparingly Puritanical monks and nuns in some isolated convent somewhere. Maybe that’s why the monks became a bunch of ball less eunuchs guarding harems, and the nuns died off as old hags, ha, ha. How this happened is still one of yoga’s greatest unsolved mysteries to us here in the West.” Nicole told them all.

“Of course I have my own interpretation of this least-popular yama. Yama is a duty or observance recommended by yogic philosophy, not Yama, also known as Kala, and Dharmaraja, the Hindu god of death and justice, ha, ha, ha. Yoga certainly can certainly improve your sex life. It allows you to be physically confident and more relaxed in your own body. When you practice consistently and well, you become more attuned to the needs and feelings of both your body and other’s bodies too, this makes you a better sex partner. Yes, many yoga positions can actually help to increase your libido, strengthen your core muscles, and even improve the quality of your intimate encounters. It can also help to strengthen your body, increase awareness of self, and promote greater clarity of thought, leading to more meaningful interactions with your partner.”

“If you enjoy the “doggy-style” positions, the extended puppy pose, plow, downward facing dog, bridge, cobra, the Butterfly pose, also known as the Baddha Konasana. This pose is an excellent way to stretch your hips and relax your inner thighs. But it can also provide a more comfortable position when going down on your partner. These poses can also be used to add a third person to the fun.”

“Of course this all leads to the next-level of sex positions like the Butter Churn, where the person getting penetrated lays on their back and lifts up their butt and legs all while stabilizing themselves with their neck, arms, and torso,” explained Nicole. “They cross their legs in front of their partner and the partner dips down and penetrates them. This position works for vaginal or anal penetration. If you keep up with your physically-challenging sex positions, ha, ha, you might be asking yourself now, isn’t this similar to the Piledriver? Ha, ha. Yes, it is, but the difference is mostly in leg placement. We will not be getting into the ... the ... the more artistic sexual poses today.” Nicole ended her lecture and the experimenting began. It was too bad nobody had thought to bring sex toys. As it was mouths, tongues, hands, and fingers, and one erect cock was all they had to work with, but in the end everybody seemed to be satisfied. At this time Mark managed to free himself from Nicole, and was getting to his knees when another naked girl threw herself onto him.

“OH, hi lover, ready to screw me again?” She said, drunkenly trying to kiss him on the mouth. At that moment Mark realized that she was not one of his harem.

“Who are you?” Mark asked in shock.

“Better yet, how did you get in?” Mark demanded remembering distinctly locking the doors.

“I’m Sue’s, Sue Straton’s, little sister Billy ... well actually I’m one of the Triplets. I’m Billy, that one over there is Milly, and that’s Molly over there.” She said pointing at her still unconscious sisters.

“Are you sure your even old enough to be here Billy?” Mark asked because Billy looked like “jail bait” sweet sixteen to his drug addled brain at this moment. He tried not to rape children, well at least his normal sober self tried not to rape children he thought confusedly to himself.

“People are always saying that to us Mark ... that is your name right? Mark? Your just so sweet. When you look young like us its super hard to even get served a alcoholic drink, ha, ha. Hell its even hard to get in the damn bar since most of them card today. Even when we show them our California driver’s license to prove we’re 22 they still don’t believe us, and accuse us of having fake IDs. Anyway we were home and Big Sister Sue called and told us to come on over and meet her new Master...” Mark butted in.

“Meet her new Master? She told you on the phone I was her Master.” Mark asked in shock.

“OH, sure Mistress tells us everything...” Once again Mark butted in.

“Mistress?” Mark asked with a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach.

“Since we were 12. Look Mark, Big Sister Sue is 32 years old. She’s really our half sister. Sue’s mother died, and Linda, that’s our mom was 18 when she married Carl. She’s only 40 now and still a looker. Her and Carl, that’s our father, are still Jet Setters and are hardly ever home. We were mostly raised by a succession of housekeepers and hired tutors, and allowed to run wild. By the time we were 11 we were like totally out of control. That’s when Sue stepped in and took control. Beverly, Joe Ann, and Big Sister Sue were an item from kinder garden to high school.”

“They even went to college together. Sure Beverly went on to become a full fledged medical doctor and big shot Psychiatrist, but Joe Ann and Sue both were right there with her most of the time. They had all that sociology and psychology stuff too, plus criminology, and then law itself. Sue even learned about hypnosis and hypnotherapy. You could even say we’re her practical application of it, tee, hee, hee ... her after school project so to speak. She made us what we are today, tee, hee, hee, and she wants to share her toys with her new Master. What could be more natural than that Master, tee, hee, hee.” Billy giggled cutely.

In fact everything about Billy screamed cuteness, from her silky jet black hair parted down the middle and put up into two long braided pig tails, too her over done eye mascara and red rouged cheeks, even to her carmine red lipstick on her puffy bee stung lips shouted cute. Of course he did note that her other two identical sisters were color coded for easy identification. One a white platinum blond, and the other what some call bright carrot red, but both had their long hair parted down the middle and braided into long cute pig tails on each side of their heads.

“Why do I get the distinct impression that you and your sisters work really hard at looking like under age “jail bait” Billy?” Mark asked Billy.

“Because we do Master. Mistress likes us this way. We love being little ball busting bitches. We even have those big oversized red and white swirl lollipops in our purses along with condoms now Master. You are the first male in fact that Mistress has shared us with Master. We were in fact virgins last night when you took us bent over the table Master, tee, hee, hee.” Billy told him and giggled cutely.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you, or your sisters Billy.” Mark apologized.

“OH, we weren’t really technically speaking virgins Master. We’ve had lots and lots of sexual experience with other toys, and things, but yours was the first actual male penis ... cock ... to penetrate one of us, tee, hee, hee, Master. For myself, I can’t say it was a particularly “earth shattering experience” like some of my romantic fiction novels describe it, but I’m sure Mistress can probably fix it with a little hypnosis.” Billy told Mark honestly.

“My, My, you sure know how to build a guy’s ego up Billy, and then crush it under your small high heel. A regular little Miss Congeniality aren’t you. Say you didn’t feel the “earth move under your feet” from my fucking? But your perfectly good knowing your Big Sister Sue, your Mistress Sue, is going to hypnotize you and have you believing its the best sex you ever had Billy.” Mark questioned her.

“Look Mark ... Master ... a difference that is no difference is no difference and doesn’t matter. Subjectively? Yes, subjectively, it will become the best sex I’ve ever had. Why would I even want to fight that, or even question it? From now on every time you use that trigger she’s going to install I will have that “earth shattering climax” women dream of. I will look forward to it every time I have sex with you. Even if you don’t perform up to your best Master, I will always get my reward, and it will only get better every time.” Billy told him honestly.

“And your good with that?” Mark questioned her once more.

“Why wouldn’t any normal American girl be Master? Sure its all in my head, subjective, but my body doesn’t know that, or even care, tee, hee, hee.” She answered giggling cutely.

“You do know that’s called operant Pavlovian conditioning don’t you Billy?” Mark questioned.

“Tomato Tomahto it still gets the job done, and I get off, tee, hee, hee.” Billy giggled.

“Chop, Chop, Master.” Joe Ann Wardly called out loudly and clapping her hands as her and Sue Straton came through the doors.” We’ve found our errant sisters and the money Mark.”

“But your not going to be happy when you find out where they are Master.” Sue Straton told him.

“Why would I be unhappy Sue?” Mark asked.

“Because he’s ... whoever he really is ... has managed to install himself and the other girls on what amounts to an unassailable island fortress we can’t get too Master.” She told Mark.

“I’m not unhappy with you Sue, you and Joe Ann did everything I required. In fact, I’m very pleased with you and the toys you’ve shared with me Sue. I’m already very fond of Billy here, and I look forward to getting to know Milly and Molly over there better soon.” A very naked Mark ... Master told his ... his ... harem ... he couldn’t bring himself to call them his slaves. Maybe in the future, but not yet.

“Like in the classic 1969 World War II thriller movie Where Eagles Dare, and the book by author Alistair MacLean, he’s holding up in a fortress high in the Bavarian Alps Mark. There’s only one road in, or out, and the sides are unclimbable...” Eva Savagiou broke in at that point.

“Nothing is unclimbable Master, hard to climb yes, but never unclimbable.” Eva said laughing.

“So you have mountain climbing experience Eva?” I questioned.

“Almost from the time I could walk Mark.” She told him proudly.

“It wouldn’t do much good even if we could climb it Eva, but it’s nice to know you have skills. I’m sure they have ground radar and motion sensors all over the place anyway, hell I wouldn’t be surprised if they had some sort of air defense system set up.” Mark told the girls. Hours latter after they had all gone over the gathered information Mark was ready to talk to William again.

“OK William, I guess you could say the moment of truth has arrived. What do you know of Gregory Mason, III?” Mark asked William’s ghost.

“A failed wannabe Psychiatrist/Hypnotherapist with delusions of grandeur, and more damn money than talent Mark. I still say he bought his way into the profession. He tried to prove that his hypnosis ... his gimmicky hypnosis ... strobe lights, fancy spirals, alpha wave generators, trance inducing headbands, drugs ... was more powerful than my Mesmerism. He picked the fight at a Psychiatrist symposium in New York, ten or was it eleven years ago, that we were both attending.” William/Beverly paused thinking for a moment.

“I humiliated him before our peers by secretly Mesmerizing his star pupil right under his nose. Had her do a striptease in the middle of his pompous presentation. She really had a hot body on her when you got her out of those god awful cloths she insisted on hiding those magnificent breasts and hips in. Yes, that could explain everything. Yes, he could certainly have bought Doctor Onslow’s and Doctor Amos’s cooperation.” William’s ghost explained to Mark.

Once they knew the other heiresses were in Kransberg, Austria it was a simple matter to hire one of the local private detective agencies by phone and Master Card to go stake it out and find out who was there. After a few days of watching the Castle, that’s what the locals called it, but it was really a former fortified manner house. The detective agency verified that Lynsey de Paul, Jessica Bartlett, Emily Sears, Zooey Deschanel, Mandy Rose, Cathy Kelley, Gia Marie Heiner, Marilu Macool, Katherine Bishop, and Tina Love were in the Castle. At one time or another all the girls left, went to town, and came back to the Castle. Besides our 10 girls there were also another 5, Rosina Revelle, Monica Bellucci, Clara Marie Hurst, Peyton Royce, and Darcy Summers. Besides the women and the two other doctors Onslow and Amos there was only Gregory Mason, III himself there. Nobody else was in the Castle.

Soon they were all packed and boarded a Delta passenger jet for Kransberg, Austria where they were met by the detective agency at the airport. Whereas women won’t talk to strange men they meet on the street, they don’t hesitate to talk to other women they meet accidentally on that same street. All the women talked freely and soon Mark and company knew everything going on in the Castle. As an experiment Mark had his women to use their Mesmeric triggers and found they still actually worked, It seemed now that the only thing Mason and company had gotten off the stolen hard drive was a list of William’s patients. On further thought Mason could have gotten the patients names by simply hiring private investigators of his own to watch William’s home and office these many years. Mason might not have even cracked the Pretty Good Privacy (PGP) 64 bit encryption William had been using at all.

It seemed now that this Gregory Mason the third, had been planning this attack for years, William’s death had only triggered the attack on the safe and stealing the backup hard drive. With William dead now there was nothing standing in the way of Mason using his “Hypnotic Gimmicks” on William’s patients now. That also meant that Mason was no nearer discovering William’s Mesmerizing technique than before.

“Well that makes a difference, there’s no need to rush in there now and free them...” Mark started and was startled by Beverly and the other girls immediate outraged response.

“You would just leave my father’s patients with those ... those ... those men Mark!” Beverly almost screamed at Mark, and all the other gathered girls huffed indignantly.

“Well Beverly its not like he’s torturing them. I mean its only money. They can’t give him what they don’t know...” At that point Paige Van Holt, a former patient of William’s and now a member of Mark’s harem decided to enter the fray.

“Its only money! Its not like he’s torturing them! What’s going to stop him when he can’t open that hard drive and realizes that they don’t know anything. I’ll tell you what! ... They’ll come after us. They’ll come after me ... us ... especially Beverly. In fact, I’m surprised they haven’t tried already to snatch Beverly, and William’s “Program” is no better that this Mason’s “Hypnotic Gimmicks” your talking about Master. In fact his “Hypnotic Gimmicks”, those toys your talking about, might be better than William’s “Program” Master. We’re not going to be safe until you face up to your responsibilities Master and allow William to possess you and teach you his Mesmerism skills. Until you Mesmerize us we are not safe from Mason and his group. Man up Master” Paige finished her little rallying speech to the troops.

“Man up Master!” All the other girls echoed her.

“OK, but I still don’t entirely trust William to do the right thing.” Mark told the gathered group, but he did lay back in the overstuffed recliner and allow William to take over. As before it was like William’s ghost was trying on a new suit of cloths, flexing limbs and muscles until it all felt right.

“OK, I’m in...” Finally came back from Mark/William.

“Are you OK Mark?” Beverly asked concerned for Mark.

“I’m fine Beverly ... this is so cool. When I concentrate I can see this ... this network of ... of ... of like they told us in school our blood vessels would look like if we could see them. They go all over the body and through the head. William’s teaching me how to track down responses, and how to stop, or reroute, or even create new ones. He’s right its strictly a yin yang, female male, thing. I don’t think I could have learned this on my own. I really did need William’s help to activate that part of my brain that this requires. Thank you William...” At that point Mark passed out in the recliner and all the women felt it. Minutes latter he woke back up to his group of women crowded around him patting his cheeks and calling his name.

“I’m OK ladies, you can quit banging on me now. I think that’s the last we’ll see of William. That was what he had to do. Pass on his skills ... his talent to his successor, me. That done he could move on to the afterlife, whatever that is.” Mark told everyone standing around.

In a week Mark had covertly with the help of the girls secretly deprogrammed all the women Mason and company had. At a signal from Mark, as a group, they all walked out of the fortress and never came back leaving nobody behind. Gregory Mason, III got so mad trying to stop their mass exodus from the fortress that he had a massive stroke. At this time he’s in the ER hooked up to a bunch of machines completely paralyzed except for his eyes that can move. Yes, there is still something lurking behind those eyes, but that doesn’t bother Mark, or his harem, but maybe it should.

Clinically dead, is not dead enough.

“How is our newest patient doing doc.” The male orderly asked the doctor checking the monitor screen over the patient’s bed.

“As well as could be expected Jeff after the massive stroke he suffered he’s damn lucky to be alive.” The doctor answered back.

“I guess that’s how you look at it doc, but personally that ain’t living.” The orderly answered back.

“Jeff they’re always coming up with new cures ... new treatments ... Mister Madox here might be fully cured and walking out of here tomorrow, ha, ha.” The doctor told the orderly.

“If you say so doc.” The orderly said not sounding very optimistic as he walked away. As he pushed by the doctor he bumped the bed and there was a sudden spike on the EEG monitor and an alarm went off in the room, then just as suddenly the spikes and alarm cut back off.

“I guess I need to check my electrical leads there Mister Madox, that shouldn’t have happened with you in your condition.” The doctor grumbled under his breath.

“OK. I seem to know everything that William knew. Yes, these 10 women have been adjusted by the “Program” and William’s Mesmeric skills into the ... the ... well what he called it anyway ... the “Perfect Mail Order Bride” ... well “Mistress” in some cases. Your in that group too, Mary, Paige, and Eva. All of you were in a happy ... well William says it was a happy relationship before Gregory Mason, III came along and yanked all of you out of it. It’s only been three months since William dropped dead, but I would have thought that the “Firm” would have been all over this by now. I mean their clients must be screaming their collective heads off.” Mark was telling the gathered group of women.

“Yes, I would have thought that the media would have noticed that they, these particular women anyway, had dropped out of sight. I mean everyone of them is the wife, or mistress, of somebody important.” Beverly agreed with Mark.

“Yes, what are you going to do with them Master?” Sue ... Mistress Sue ... asked from her seat on the coach, and the Triplets Billy, Milly and Molly, were seated on the floor at her feet, giggling cutely.

“I would think you would just give them back Mark.” Mary Gillis one of the three patients Beverly had used William’s “Program” on to brainwash and make one of Mark’s harem said.

“OH, does that mean you too Mary?” Paige Van Holt also one of the three patients Mark now had in his harem asked Mary.

“I was only his weekend mistress, and he always insisted on secrecy if you must know Paige. That’s nothing like being the wife and mother of a former well known presidential advisor like you yourself Paige.” Mary shot back snidely.

“A presidential advisor that spent more time on that damn jet of his that in my bed Mary. The children are grown and for the last few years he couldn’t even get it up with vigra.” Paige told her sad story to the sympathetic gathered women.

“Is it going to be like this with all of you?” Mark asked the room loudly in obvious disgust. With that outburst it got quite.

“I would think that all the women ... well former patients of William’s anyway, will have ... have ... well have issues ... they will ... We will help them work through those issues Mark.” Beverly told Mark and the gathered women.

“Hey, I got no problem with any of this.” Nicole Klineman, Beverly’s target of opportunity from the yoga gym added from the sidelines.

“And don’t forget we don’t know why, or anything else about the other 5 that were with them. That’s Rosina Revelle, Monica Bellucci, Clara Marie Hurst, Peyton Royce, and Darcy Summers, are a complete mystery.” Joe Ann added.

“So we have what? The 3 Beverly did, the 10 patients Gregory managed to pick up, the 5 that were in there with them, and of course Beverly herself, Joe Ann, Sue, and Nicole.” Mark did the figures.

“And I still have to sort out my father’s practice Mark. I have no ideal what that will entail in the end Mark.” Beverly added.

“Hey, I’ve already told you, I got no problem with any of this.” Came back from Nicole sitting on the floor by Sue now with Molly’s red head in her lap.

“So what are you going to do with the extra women Mark.” Beverly asked a very tired Mark as they sat in the living room drinking the coffee one of the Triplets had managed to find. Sprawled out around them was the rest of the women mostly asleep at the moment. They were all still in the Austrian city of Kransberg in the hotel their detective agency had arranged. Mark had hoped that they would be out of Austria by now, but Delta was overbooked back to the States until the next day they had discovered.

“I honestly don’t have an earthly ideal Beverly. I mean it isn’t like I ever planned to go into the “human trafficking” business Beverly.” He told her wearily.

“I’ve been thinking about the “Firm’s” response ... well actually their total lack of it in fact, and I think I know what’s going on. When Dear Daddy died so suddenly it left the “Firm” dangling in the air so to speak with no trainer ... no programer ... no one to take over for him. Nobody to do their dirty work. But then this Gregory Mason, III, stepped up and managed to kidnap these 10 women. These 10 women that Daddy produced and programed. They ... the “Firm” had no way of knowing that Mason had resorted to crude drugs to kidnap them. They think that Mason wants to take over Daddy’s business. They’re keeping the husbands, lovers ... really owners, from going to the police and media about their missing women. They’re expecting Mason to contact them ... to open negotiations with them.” Beverly explained to Mark.

“In a weird kinky sense that makes absolute sense Beverly. They think he’s auditioning for the dungeon master’s spot in their little business. But are you suggesting I should contact them ... that I should...” Beverly broke in.

“Mark I’m shocked to find out that my father was what he was. That he did these things to these women, but we need to be ... to be ... to be well, practical about this ... this thing ... we’ve inherited. Well really it was dumped in our laps, but we still have to handle it Mark. Father was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar, if he said he ... he adjusted them ... to be happy, then I believe him. As a trained psychiatrist myself that might not be such a bad thing for some of my own patients Mark.” Beverly told Mark honestly.

“Look Beverly even if you and the other girls did adjust me I’m still not good with just turning these women back over to their ... their masters, well really their owners like they are property...” Joe Ann broke in this time.

“Nobody is asking you too Master. We’ll sort them all out and find every one of them a good home. We’ll also keep an eye on them where it’ll remain a good home Mark. Now that you have William’s superpowers you can dictate terms to the “Firm” and their users ... buyers.” Joe Ann told everyone.

Over the next week, when they all got back to California, the agents of the “Firm” made contact, but by then Mark and Beverly had already worked through the first 5 of the recovered girls. Maybe I should say wealthy heiresses.

Lynsey de Paul was happily married with two children the records said. Mason had not actually gotten around to using any of his “Hypnotic Gimmicks” on her. When Mark used his new talent on her she confirmed she was happy. It was a simple matter to call her a cad and send her home to Beverly Hills.

Jessica Bartlett was a little harder to fix it turned out. Jessica was a full time mistress, and she was a very dissatisfied mistress. Jessica wasn’t a classic nymphomania by any means, but she did enjoy sex. She had enjoyed sex long before William got her. As it was her master expected her to stay cooped up in his New York penthouse apartment on call for him 24/7. This would have all been well and good, but in recent years those visits which used to be long and hot, had gotten shorter and shorter, and fewer and fewer.

Beverly had the “Firm” pressure the master to make an appointment with her as a psychiatrist and she explained the facts of life to the master. After the visit Jessica’s apartment key became a fringe benefit reward for all the overachieving young junior executives to earn through hard work. Also Jessica got to invite her two old high school cheerleader girlfriends over to visit. Jessica and her two girlfriends were already bisexual so Mark only had to adjust them a little to have them move in with Jessica, ha, ha.

“Well it wasn’t like I was really breaking any of my rules Beverly. Jessica was lonely and they had discovered bisexuality when they were high school cheerleaders. Neither one of them had any long term relations, male or female, that I was breaking up, or any long term commitments either for that matter.” Mark alibied to Beverly after the visit, and adjustments were done.