Chapter 19

Kristen's car arrived in front of my house at about seven that evening, and I told my mother I'd be back before ten, my curfew on school nights.

Inside the Camaro, I was surprised to see Patrice in the back seat. I had wanted to talk with her, and I'd been thinking of how to arrange a time when the two of us could be alone. I made a mental note to try to work out a time with Patrice when we could talk.

As I mentioned before, Patrice had been a friend of mine until she reached junior high, and was only now being nice to me again. However, she seemed shyer than I had remembered her to be, and she also seemed hesitant to be close to me. I wanted to find out why she seemed to feel that way, and if there was anything I could do.

Kristen smiled as I got into the car. "What's the attaché case for?"

"I told Mom that you might help me with my homework," I said, grinning.

"Good thinking," Kristen said. "I have tomorrow night planned. Did you tell your mom about that yet?"

"No. I'll need to do it when I get home." I sighed, trying to figure out how to tell my mother that I'm spending the night with Kristen... on a school night, even!

"OK. Don't put it off, Jim."

We drove to Kristen's place in silence, and the three of us went upstairs to Kristen's play room.

Once the door was closed, Kristen told Billy that we were Do Not Disturb, but to remind us, wherever we were, when it was a quarter to ten.

I thought that this was strange, as Kristen only used the Do Not Disturb code when the two of us were playing around.

Kristen looked at Patrice and said, "Vanessa, to the kitchen."

Patrice nodded silently and disappeared into the next room.

"Vanessa?" I asked, confused.

"It's her middle name. I'll explain in a few minutes. Have a seat."

Kristen's tone commanded authority, and I instinctively did as I was told and sat down on one of Kristen's easy chairs. Kristen didn't say anything more, but sat down on a love seat.

A minute passed without anything else being said, until Kristen yelled, "VANESSA! NOW!"

Patrice came out of the kitchen. My jaw dropped as I saw that she was completely nude.

"Yes, ma'am," Patrice said.

"Introduce yourself to James," Kristen ordered.

Patrice glanced nervously at Kristen, and then slowly moved toward me. She then knelt down between my legs. My dick, which had started getting hard when I saw Patrice's nudity, got harder as I recognized Patrice's obviously subservient position. She quietly but quickly unbuttoned my slacks, and then pulled down the zipper. She grabbed the waistband and I lifted my butt as she pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles.

I watched in stunned silence as Patrice did this. She then looked up at me and said, "I'm Vanessa," and bowed her head and put my dick into her mouth. She crossed her hands in front of her, each hand placed on an opposite thigh. My mouth was agape as she knelt there, not sucking me.

Kristen said, "Very good, Vanessa. Just as I asked."

I was confused as all hell. Why was Patrice doing this to me? Why was she letting Kristen order her around? And why was she being called Vanessa?

"I can see you're confused, James," Kristen said, smiling. "I've had a long talk with Patrice this afternoon after school. I told her that I noticed that she seemed very uncertain about being with you. Isn't that right, Vanessa?"

Patrice moved her head up, turned it around to face Kristen. "Yes, Ma'am," she said, and quickly resumed her position with my penis in her mouth.

Kristen continued. "For some reason, Patrice was scared of you. She said that she wasn't sure why. But she also wanted to be a regular member of our circle of friends, and felt that her hesitation about being close to you could interfere with that. When I explained about our weekly nocturnal sessions, for instance, she didn't know if she'd be able to participate. I felt quite bad for her."

Kristen looked down at Patrice, who was still holding my erect penis in her mouth. Kristen continued, "Anyway, I swore Patrice to secrecy, and then took the liberty of telling her about the way you and Patty would play together. I told her that it was completely voluntary on Patty's part, but she liked taking your orders. I explained to Patrice how Patty described her feelings about it. I hope you're not angry with me for telling Patrice about that, but I thought it could help."

I was surprised that Kristen would tell Patrice about the game that Patty and I played. "I don't think I'm angry, but you should really tell Patty." I looked down at Patrice's black hair in my lap. She still wasn't moving. I felt a bit of her saliva drooling down my shaft, but it was not an unpleasant feeling.

Kristen nodded. "I talked about it with Patty the other day, actually. It was her suggestion. But to get back to the point, I convinced Patrice that it might be a good idea to do the same thing, with me telling her what to do. I warned her that I would almost definitely have her do things to you, and she said she would, within reason. Isn't that correct, Vanessa?"

Once again, Patrice moved her head up and confirmed Kristen's statement before resuming her position with her head bowed and my dick in her mouth.

I asked, "But why the name 'Vanessa?'"

Kristen smiled. "Patrice is her full name; it's not Patricia, like Patty's is. And calling her 'Patricia' when Patty might be around could confuse the two of them. So, we agreed to use her middle name, which is Vanessa."

Patrice was still kneeling quietly, holding my penis in her mouth, still not sucking or trying to get me off in any way. It was an erotic sight, not to mention the feeling of her warm lips around my shaft.

"Anyway," Kristen continued. "I told her that she would have to introduce herself to you, and she has done so... an outstanding job, I must say. And now, Vanessa has something she would like to say."

I waited for Patrice to pull her head up again, but she didn't. Instead, she said, "Oy'm sowwy for beimg a buch all these yearms. Pwease forgim me."

Kristen smiled at me. I felt a bit weird, like this was one of Patty's reenactments of Kristen's humiliation. I didn't need a translator to tell me what Patrice had said.

"I forgive you, Patrice," I said.

I felt a bit of a suck as Patrice nodded her head. "Thamk yoom, James."

Kristen smiled. "That's so nice. And now we get to attend to Kristen's punishment. I have given her two choices. The first is ten hits from the cane... a very painful punishment. The second is the orgasm torture. Vanessa has yet to choose."

"Cane?" I asked.

Kristen said, "A friend gave my dad a special cane like the ones they use in the Far East for people that due despicable crimes. The caning is public, like in a town square, and they use a rattan cane like the one my father has. I've heard that the punishment, when performed by somebody skilled in the practice, can cause permanent scars. Now, I have no desire to cause any real injury to Patrice, and I don't intend to use my father's cane. But I thought the idea was interesting."

Patrice actually shuddered at Kristen's description.

"Wow," I said, also stunned at the ferocity of such a punishment.

Kristen said, "Vanessa. You may finish introducing yourself to James and then stand up."

Patrice moved her head up out of my lap, and looked at me in the eyes. "James. Please call me Vanessa."

I didn't know exactly what to say. "OK, Vanessa," I finally managed to say.

Patrice smiled, and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips, whispering, "Thank you for forgiving me." She then stood up at attention, her whole body exposed to me.

"So, Vanessa," said Kristen. "Which shall it be? Caning, or orgasm torture?"

Patrice turned toward Kristen, and answered softly, "Um. The orgasm torture."

Kristen smiled. "Good! My favorite! I think orgasms are so much fun, right James?"

I had no idea what this other torture was about. Actually, the word scared me. And there was something about Kristen's entire behavior--it was something that I had never really seen before, except maybe a bit before I had turned Kristen down when she had wanted to have intercourse. This behavior was scaring me.

I still had my attaché case, having taken it from the car. I quickly opened it and found my ticket roll, selecting one of the tickets. I tapped Patrice on the back of the leg closest to me to get her attention, and handed her the ticket, which she automatically accepted.

"You have one wish."

Kristen looked at me, confused.

I ignored Kristen for the moment, turned my attention to Patrice and said, "Patrice, I want you to answer my questions with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, until you hear me say, 'Truth Serum Off.'"

"Your wish is my command."

Kristen looked a bit less nervous, probably because my wish seemed to not have any serious consequences.

"Patrice," I asked. "How do you really feel about this whole 'Vanessa' thing?"

Patrice thought. "I'm not too comfortable with this being a long term thing. But Kristen assured me that either of us could quit at any time."

I nodded. "Good thinking, Kristen."

Kristen nodded.

"Patrice, why do you seem to be so reluctant to be with me?"

There was no hesitation now. "I have had a bad feeling that something distasteful involving you has happened. I cannot quite think what it is, but I know it's something to do with you, and that I have been feeling this way for the last couple of weeks."

I sighed. This seemed to be another side effect from the tickets. I had told Patrice to forget things. Apparently, they may forget, but I guess that there might be some traces of the memories that remain for some reason. I recalled that Patrice's brother Jack had some similar problems for the same reason a while back.

"So how does this 'Vanessa' thing fit in?"

Patrice answered, "I think that whatever it is that I feel about you has to do with the fact that I've been a real bitch over the last few years. I need to make it up to you. And if I do something to make it up, then I might not feel so bad. I mean, I'll always remember how I turned my back on some friends, but it's sort of like I have done some sort of sentence for it, and it maybe will remind me in the future."

Wow. I never knew such things could run so deep. I guess I could understand how a punishment could be seen as a final end to something, and maybe a new beginning of something else. About ten or twenty years later, most people would refer to this as "closure," although I don't think any of us had heard of that term at the time.

I looked at Kristen. "I'm satisfied, Kris. Are you?"

Kristen said, quietly, "I admit that I was feeling a little uneasy about this, but I also remember how all the girls and you became friends with me after I was... humiliated... in front of them. And, as Patrice pointed out, she's doing this of her own free will. I'm not blackmailing her, nor is anything else compelling her. Hearing her truthful feelings, I don't have any doubts now."

I smiled. I hadn't thought about Kristen's humiliation, except partly when Patrice had my cock in her mouth and was forced to talk, but Kristen was right. It sort of had some kind of cleansing effect on the girls. It was quite possible that the girls had felt a bit of guilt at being part of my near devastation of Kristen. However, I also remembered that Camille had just told me earlier that day that she was still a little scared of me because of what she had seen me do to Kristen. I knew that I would have to work hard to make sure that all the girls never had reason to worry about me in the future.

I turned my attention back to Patrice, who was still standing at attention, nude. "Very well, Patrice. Truth serum off."

Patrice's stature relaxed a bit, and she shook her head as she came out from under the spell of the ticket.

Kristen immediately took charge. "All right, Vanessa. Pick up your clothes and head for the main house."

"Kris! What about your parents?" I asked.

"Fund raiser until after midnight."

I sighed, and pulled up my pants. I wondered where Kristen's torture chamber would be. I wouldn't put it past Kristen to have a dungeon somewhere underneath her parents' house!

In addition, I was also starting to feel uneasy about Patrice's punishment. For some reason, I kept seeing Patty's disapproving face in my mind.

It didn't take long to find out Kristen's intentions. She led Patrice and me into the main house and into the Solarium, which is where the pool and spa were located. She headed for the spa, and flipped a switch that turned on the lights above it.

"Vanessa," Kristen said, pointing into the hot tub. "I think you know where I want you to sit for the orgasm torture!"

Patrice stared at the hot tub, and then looked up at Kristen. She nodded gingerly.

"Then get there. I want you to sit there through five orgasms. And they don't count if you don't have a dick in your mouth. Get going!"

My uneasiness finally got the best of me. "Wait!" I said, surprising both girls.

"What's up, James?" Kristen asked.

"This is wrong. I can't be a part of this."

I now knew what was bugging me.

Both Kristen and Patrice looked confused. "What's wrong, James? You know for a fact that Vanessa has no problem with this."

"I have a problem with it."

I sighed, wondering how I'd be able to explain this to Patrice. I shook my head and found one of the deck chairs, and sat down, putting my head in my hands.

Kristen moved over to me. "What's wrong, Jim?" she asked, concern showing in her voice. "You know that Patty likes doing these things. What's wrong with Patrice doing them? She told you that she wants to be punished."

I thought for a few moments, trying to put my misgivings into words. Finally, I said, "It's not fair to Patrice."

The two girls were now totally confused.

"Patrice," I called out. "Please come over here with us; right here, as a friend, and not as Vanessa."

Patrice came over looking confused. "What's wrong?"

"This isn't fair to you," I said. "I need to tell you something."

"What?"

I looked from Patrice to my beloved Kristen and then back to Patrice. I had actually been thinking about this since the previous morning, and now I knew that I had to get this off my chest. I stood up, and finally got my courage. "Patrice, you apologized for your behavior. And I accepted your apology. Now I'm going to have to ask you to accept mine."

Both girls still looked confused.

"Patrice, you have some sort of apprehension about me, don't you?"

Patrice slowly nodded.

Finally, Kristen figured it out. But I saw worry on her face.

I continued. "Did Kristen ever tell you what I did to her?"

Patrice nodded. "She just said you humiliated her, but nothing specific about what you actually did."

"OK. I did humiliate her, and I did so in front of Patty, Wendy, and Camille," I admitted. "I was angry at Kristen, because I blamed her for turning you against me. Did you know that?"

Patrice looked shocked. "No! I had no idea..."

I continued, interrupting Patrice. "And, I wasn't just mad at her. I was also mad at you. I did sort of the same thing to you, too. Only... you don't remember it. I forced you to tell me personal things. Like about Ricky Lane..."

Patrice's look of confusion turned to one of embarrassment.

I pressed on, "And Donny Erickson. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Patrice slowly nodded, wondering how I could know about those boys.

"And I went further. You don't remember, but it was just a couple of weeks ago."

"I don't remember! I'd never tell you about those boys. Kristen probably heard about them from Dale!"

Kristen interrupted gently. "Patrice... Dale's no longer at school. She's pissed at me. You know that."

"So... how does he know?" Patrice asked. "And if I told him, why don't I remember?"

I had to get this off my chest, but I didn't know if I should tell Patrice about the tickets. I looked to Kristen for support, but I couldn't read her expression. She seemed to be waiting for me to make a move.

"I... let's just say I sort of hypnotized you," I said, remembering Patty's description from the other night. "I told you to forget. But, deep down, there's part of you that seems to remember. I humiliated you, which is why you feel the way you do about me."

"Can you let me remember?" Patrice asked.

"I... probably not," I admitted, knowing that I could never fully negate a wish that had been granted. "I think it was a fluke that I managed to... um... hypnotize you in the first place." I didn't want Patrice to think that I could do something like that again.

"OK. Say I believe you. Why are you telling me now?"

"That's easy, Patrice," I said. "You apologized to me for the way you've behaved over the last few years. I need to apologize to you for what I've done, which is probably much worse. I didn't really realize how terrible my behavior was at the time, but I've managed to learn some things in the last couple of weeks."

Patrice stood there, considering my words. Then, a look of horror appeared on her face. "Jim? Does this maybe have to do with oral sex?"

So, Patrice knew! "Um... yeah..."

"Was it in my living room?"

"Yeah," I said, waiting for the next question.

Patrice looked at me, her eyes opening wide and then clenching shut repeatedly, as her mind reeled over what she was learning.

I shut my eyes, wondering what I should say to Patrice. Nothing came to mine.

Then I heard a loud SLAP and my hand automatically went to my cheek to feel it redden. I saw a blur from the right side, where Kristen had just been standing, but she was gone. She was now behind Patrice, holding her arm behind her back. Kristen had moved so fast that I didn't even see it.

Kristen took charge. "Patrice, Jim may have deserved that. I'm not hurting you right now, but I can't have you two fighting in here. If you want, I'll set up mats in the exercise room."

My jaw was wide open. Patrice had slapped me, and Kristen had used some sort of Karate move to keep Patrice from doing it again.

"Please let me go, Kristen," Patrice said.

Kristen looked to me, and I nodded.

Patrice ran to me, and I saw a worried look in Kristen's eyes. But Patrice stopped as she got near me again, saying, "Tell me what happened. Tell me everything."

I sat Patrice down next to me, and I told her the story as I had told it to Patty and Kristen. The only part that was different was the beginning. I made up a story that I had found Patrice mostly asleep watching television, and I took advantage of her half-asleep state to put her into a hypnotic trance.

When I finished my story, Patrice said, "You kissed me afterward?"

"Yeah," I admitted. "You said that Donny..."

Patrice interrupted. "Yeah, he made me feel like a whore."

I gave Patrice time to absorb the information. I looked at Kristen, who smiled at me, but had the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

Patrice sighed, and said, "I really need to think on this." She turned to Kristen and said, "You said I could stop playing this game at any time. I need to stop this for tonight. I really need to collect my thoughts."

Kristen nodded.

Patrice got up, found her clothes, and started dressing. When she finished, Kristen said, "Patrice, I'd like to spend a moment alone with Jim. Can I meet you at my car in five minutes?"

"Yeah."

The two girls hugged, and I noticed that I didn't receive a hug. Well, I wouldn't blame Patrice if she never forgave me, but I felt a bit better now that I had told her. I never realized how much it had been eating away at me before.

When Patrice left, Kristen said, "That took courage."

I nodded, feeling sad that I might lose a close friend that I had just gotten back a short time ago.

"I'm proud of you, Jim."

The two of us kissed. It was not one of Kristen's erection specials, but a very tender moment of sharing between the two of us.

As we walked out of the Solarium, I made another observation, one that really disheartened me: Kristen hadn't once tried to assure me that Patrice would forgive me.

The next morning was unusual for me. No female spent any time in my bed, the first time in a couple of weeks. Usually, either Patty or Kristen (or both) would give me a morning blow job, but Patty was out of town, and would no longer do it anymore, and I had specifically asked that Kristen not visit me this morning, except to pick me up for school.

Actually, I had considered having Camille pick me up, as she lived closer, but I didn't want to give her any ideas about visiting me in the morning: she had told me (kidding, she said) that she'd be quite willing to take over for Patty.

The reason I didn't want Kristen to come over was that I was really feeling in a big funk due to Patrice being angry with me. I didn't feel very good about myself, and figured that not having Kristen come over would be the start of my own punishment.

It had turned out to be a very long night, and knowing that Kristen wouldn't be there for me in the morning made it seem even longer. I had tossed and turned all night, calling myself a monster. I thought about all the girls that I had taken advantage of, and what a rotten scoundrel I turned out to be, thanks to those damnable tickets.