Chapter 27

Even with the worries over the pain in Harry's lower back, the young women were feeling a sense of relief, an easing of the worry and fear they'd been living under since the attack. They were finally convinced that given time to heal, Harry was going to be okay. The men that had hurt him had been dealt with and no one had any doubt that Benjamin Sapperstein was living on borrowed time.

Nicki'd gone to take a nap, so Carol and Kelly had wasted no time getting naked and falling into each other's arms.

In a warm post-coital glow they had grabbed a quick shower and 'Princess' was massaging her Mistress when the phone rang.

"Princess, hand me my phone."

"Yes ma'am."

"Hello Margo, what's up? Oh, just giving the new girl a work-out ... yes, she's very sweet."

"Thank you Mistress."

"Quiet, Princess ... uh, okay ... that's an odd thing for your psychologist to ask, isn't it?

"Alright, if he and his wife want to go it alone, they can try looking around in 'Whips & Clips' down at Industrial and 8^th. It's sort of the touristy club for bondage and domination, not a whole lot of S & M, despite the name of the place. They'll definitely find some toys that are willing to play with novices, but the pets will probably be novices themselves in which case the whole experience could end up very unsatisfactorily or they'll get hustled by some unscrupulous fucktards. I really wouldn't recommend it.

"If they're willing to wait and go in with me as a guide, possibly Tamara as well, you and Kelly, Eddy ... hell, if they're content to wait even longer I'd love Harry to go with us, I can take them somewhere they're much more likely to find someone they'll have a positive experience with.

"Alright my love, talk to you when you get here."

"If I may inquire, Mistress, what was that about?"

"After relaying the story of her recent past to Dr. Stallings, her psychologist, he's interested in him and his wife shopping for a pet or pets for themselves. He wanted some recommendations for places to go shopping, as it were."

There was a knock at the room door.

"Who is it?" Carol called out.

"Nicki," came the muffled reply.

"Well, if she's in for a penny she's in for a pound," Carol murmured to herself. "Princess, go open the door for her."

Nicki's eyes widened as the door to the suite opened and she was motioned inside by a naked Kelly, still damp from her shower, who appeared to be without any self-consciousness whatsoever and in absolutely no hurry to close the door.

"Come in, Nicki, I'm just giving Mistress a massage," Kelly said as she padded back to the bed, stopping to pick up the bottle of massage oil from the ice bucket where she'd had it warming in hot water.

Carol rolled her head to one side and looked up at Nicki. "Hey, thought you were going to nap?"

"Tried to," Nicki said as she curled up in the chair, hugging her knees to her chest, "but as soon as I closed my eyes, my brain started going a mile a minute. Stuff about the move, mostly."

"Damn, I hate when that happens," Carol murmured as Kelly poured a line of oil down her back. The scent of roses filled the room. Carol smiled at the memories the smell brought to her. She turned her head a bit and peered at Nicki. "Sister-in-law, relax, your body English is just screaming 'tension'. If you're going to live at the house, naked bodies are something you're going to see a whole lot of."

"I know ... it's just ... oh, what the fuck!" Nicki got up, went to the impromptu bar, poured herself a large Jack Daniels, downed it, and stripped off her clothes.

Naked, she returned to her chair and forced herself to sit in a more relaxed position.

"You're right, Carol, if I'm going to be around, I need to get over my issues about this kind of thing."

In a sickeningly sweet cornpone voice, Kelly said, "Welcome to the naked side of 'family', sugah!"

As Nicki snorted out laughter, Carol turned beneath Kelly and pulled her down to her, kissing her deeply. Kelly relaxed into the kiss after only a second's hesitation, molding her body to her wife's, the two of them sliding along each other, finding the perfect fit between their two lovely forms.

After the kiss broke, Kelly sat up. Carol looked up at her lover. "Kelly, you can't ever know how glad I am that you agreed to marry us, but I'm looking forward to spending my life trying to show you."

Nicki wouldn't have believed that the black woman's beautiful nipples could crinkle any tighter, but they did.

"Mistress, if you keep saying things like that, Miss Nicki will get more of a show than she might be ready for."

A gentle warmth and a pleasant tingle of anticipation she hadn't felt in a long time let Nicki know that perhaps she was more ready for that show than Kelly and Carol thought, but she said nothing.

"You're right, Princess, back to my massage!"

As Carol turned over yet again beneath Kelly, Nicki relaxed into another, more natural position in the chair, half-sprawled across one arm.

"So Carol, from what Harry told me I know that you're his and Margo's pet but you're dominant around Kelly some of the time and that Kelly is submissive to you and Margo, but apparently not Harry, Margo is usually dominant but she has a minor submissive streak as well ... who the fuck decides who's what and when?"

"Well, for starters, right now Kelly's need to be submissive is stronger than my need to be submissive ... a lot of very strange stuff has happened to my beautiful Princess in a very short amount of time. That's left her feeling 'out-of-control', and there are two ways to handle that, by putting yourself 'in control' or letting go. She's decided to 'let go' for awhile, and that's fine with me, and with Margo, Kelly's earned that right a thousand times over. There's a remarkable sense of freedom in voluntary slavery to someone you love and who loves you in return. You have the illusion of not being responsible for anything. You don't make decisions, or at least any important ones, they're made for you by people who cherish you. You don't worry about things, as you have no control, no say-so, no opinion ... you just relax into service. Oh, there are generally lines you won't cross, things you won't do, but in a good relationship you already know it's highly unlikely you'll get anywhere near those, so you can relax and be irresponsible. All you have to do is please someone, and as you love them and care about them, that's not at all difficult. When it's time for you to do something, you'll be told, or you'll have a schedule. You're taken care of, and all you have to do in return is serve.

"The freedom to be submissive is a gift you give someone out of love. If Margo walked in right now and needed to be submissive, Kelly and I would go dominant because we love her and that's what she needs. Likewise, if she was here in her usual headspace, which is sort of maternal dominant, and felt the need, we'd both go sub, or I'd relax into submissive and Kelly and Margo could both use me, whatever felt right to the participants at the time. Then there's 'Complete and Total Ice Bitch' mode, which she's played in a role-playing fantasy of mine once and made me and Harry so hot and bothered it was damn near 'Race to the Rape', although I doubt Margo would've put up any fight at all. If she showed up in that headspace, I suspect Kelly and I both would be gleefully groveling on the floor, doing whatever she told us to for just the chance to please her."

Kelly's squirming as she sat astride Carol's thigh gave Nicki and Carol a pretty clear idea of her reaction to that possibility.

"What happens if someone wants to be dominant and no one wants to be submissive?" Nicki asked, getting up to make herself another, weaker, drink.

"That's one of the advantages of having a serious submissive as one of the members of the relationship," Carol said as Kelly began to oil the cheeks of her ass. "It truly is an effort for me to play 'dominant' ... although at the moment ... mmm ... it's certainly a happy place to be."

"Looks like," Nicki said admiringly.

Carol raised herself up on her elbows. "Want a massage? I'm sure Princess wouldn't mind, would you dear?"

"No Mistress, not at all," Kelly replied, moistening her lips.

If Nicki Grimes had had quite a bit more to drink, she'd have been able to claim later that she didn't really know what she was doing. But she did know, and she didn't want to avoid responsibility for anything that might, or might not, happen due to her actions.

"Sure," she said, moving to the bed and lying face down next to Carol.

"It'll take a few moments for me to heat the oil up again, please forgive the delay," Kelly said, heading towards the sink to run more hot water into the ice bucket.

"Not a problem," Nicki replied.

"So, to continue our conversation," Carol said, turning her head to face her, "I foresee a much more likely problem where everyone is in a submissive mood and no one's feeling particularly dominant ... and in that circumstance, it'll be my duty, as the true submissive in the group, to serve the desires of my master and mistresses and play the dominant, whether I feel like it or not."

"Wouldn't that be a problem for you, if you weren't in that headspace at all?" asked Nicki.

"No, like I told Harry, I'm an actress ... it's part of the job description, so to speak. Remember, my purpose is to serve so I'd put on a very convincing performance and although my emotional needs might have to take a temporary back seat to the rest of the household's, my physical needs would be met most thoroughly ... I'd be in the perfect position to insure it."

"Makes sense when you look at it that way," Nicki said, chewing on her bottom lip. "So right now, Kelly is sort of hiding, or taking a vacation from responsibility."

"Yes ma'am," Kelly replied, coming back in from the bathroom. "And I'm loving every minute of it. My life was feeling like I was trying to steer a rollercoaster ... and that's blatantly impossible. Right now, I feel like I've, for the moment, just accepted that, thrown up my hands and shrieked 'wheeeee'!

"Of course, I also enjoy a lot of the punishment parts, so I guess it's a good thing I'm such a bad girl," she added, grinning mischievously. Out of sight of Nicki, she cocked an eyebrow at Carol, then ran her eyes up and down Nicki's naked body, licking her lips. Carol barely raised both eyebrows in return, as if to say 'play it by ear'. The beautiful woman poured a line of warm oil down the length of Nicki's back.

Nicki was startled by the oil, and by Kelly's hands spreading it over her skin, stroking down onto the sides of her breasts as if they'd done this a thousand times before, but she forced herself to relax.

Carol resumed talking to her to help the process. "It's kind of funny, Nicki. That's the same massage oil I used on your brother, first night, or rather morning, that I was with him."

"He told me a little about that first encounter, but I don't recall anything about a massage."

"It wasn't exactly a massage. He was pretty hung-over, in spite of my ministrations ... it wasn't like I could see evidence of intra-cranial bleeding, but loud noises were definitely a bad idea and he was moving real slow. I was giving him sort of a sponge-bath, direly needed with as much alcohol as he was sweating out and we were talking. When I got around to washing his cock, well, it produced a reaction-"

"I imagine it would," Nicki said, with just a hint in her voice that Carol washing her crotch might produce a similar state of excitement.

"-and I felt obligated to banish what I had summoned. So I used that oil as lubricant to give him a hand job."

"No, no he definitely didn't mention that, I'd have remembered if he had," Nicki said.

Something in her voice had Carol's brain twitching ... she couldn't tell if the excitement she felt in Nicki's voice and reaction was due to the fantasy of Carol pleasuring Nicki, or something else but something definitely had the woman excited. Carol's eyes shifted to Kelly but she was innocently working the oil into Nicki's mid-back. She caught Kelly's eye and mouthed 'go for it'. Kelly nodded.

"If you'll excuse me, Nicki dear, I need to go make a phone call or two, but I'll leave you in Princess' capable hands ... and other body parts as well. And then you'll be in both of ours ... at least until Margo gets back. Then I'm afraid you'll be at the mercy of the three of us."

The smile that flickered across Nicki's face left no doubt that she was okay with that fate.

After Carol had gotten up and grabbed her phone, she turned just before leaving the room. Nicki's eyes were locked onto her, at ass level.

When she was insured privacy, she called Tatiana.

"Tattie? Yeah, looks like the three of us, probably the four of us, once Margo gets back, might be busy for a little while. Feel like playing hostess?

"You are a life saver, Tattie. Love you, talk to you later."

She dialed Margo's number, expecting it to kick over to voicemail. She was right.

"Margo, when you finish with Dr. Stallings ... well, things are getting interesting between Nicki, Kelly and I. You know how you always tell everybody to trust my instincts, well, they're telling me this is a good thing. Her interest seems to pretty much spike on all three of us so come on in when you get back."

She returned to the bedroom to find Kelly straddling Nicki's back, facing her feet. Kelly's feet were tucked under Nicki's armpits to either side of her face. Nicki was holding them tightly against her as Kelly ran her oily hands forwards and back over Nicki's ass and legs, slowing down to pay special attention to running her thumbs thoroughly down and between Nicki's ass cheeks. Carol could see the slow and rhythmic twitching of Kelly's cunt on Nicki's back. As she got closer she saw that Nicki was kissing and sucking on the instep of Kelly's foot.

"I walk out of the room for a few moments and look what I come back to ... my wife seducing my sister-in-law."

"Oh, like you didn't see that happening before you left," said Nicki, pausing in her oral assault on Kelly's foot.

Something in her voice and the cadence of her speech brought both Kelly and Carol up short. Kelly turned and looked at Carol.

"Damn, she sounds like Harry."

"Yeah, no doubt whose sister she is," Carol responded.

"If she wasn't so sexy, I'd find it a little creepy," Kelly said before returning to her massage of Nicki's butt.

Carol opened the window a crack, and then sat down in front of Nicki, her legs casually open, exposing herself fully to her sister-in-law while she loaded the small pipe they'd brought from the house.

Lighting the pipe and drawing a deep lungful of smoke, she waited and exhaled, then drew in another mouthful and squatted in front of Nicki, bringing their lips together. Nicki's mouth opened without hesitation and Carol passed the smoke to her, along with a thrusting tongue and a firm kiss.

Nicki managed to keep the smoke down, fighting back the urge to cough as Carol nuzzled her ear and whispered, "I'll be right back, I have to go take care of our serving girl".

"Open wide, wench," she said as she prepared to draw in another mouthful of smoke.

Kelly looked at her bride-to-be and said "I love you, Mistress" as she opened her mouth just in time for Carol to press their lips together, sharing the mouthful of smoke.

"I love you too, Princess," Carol replied after they'd released their breaths. "And just as I can't wait to marry Harry and Margo, I can't wait to marry you."

Kelly crawled forward, almost as if against her will, and forced Carol down across the head of the bed, laying her body over Carol's as she wrapped one hand behind Carol's head and firmly planted the other in Carol's crotch. Nicki disentangled herself and rolled over to watch as Kelly, like an unstoppable force, kissed and fondled her Mistress as Carol struggled to get free. Carol's hand was holding out the pipe, motioning towards Nicki, so she leaned in and took it, allowing Carol to use both hands to fend off her amorous slave. Finally Carol managed to get a hand into the hair at the back of Kelly's head and pull her away.

"Bad girl, very bad girl, Princess!"

"Mistress, when you say things like what you said about marrying me, it's very hard for me to control myself."

"So I noticed ... so Nicki noticed ... well Nicki, how do you think we should punish this wench?"

"Uh ... I really don't ... um..."

"Don't worry, sweetie, if you make a suggestion that's not appropriate, Princess and I will artfully steer around it, you're not really being put on the spot."

"Okay ... is a spanking appropriate?"

"That girl just wants to get her hands on my ass," Kelly said, grinning. "You don't have to wait for a reason," she continued, shifting herself closer to Nicki, "you can touch me there anytime you want to."

"PRINCESS!"

"Yes Mistress," Kelly said, sliding into a curled up position, her hair still held in Carol's fist.

"That's quite enough of that. Yes Nicki, I think a spanking is very appropriate, as are a few other punishments as well, but I'm going to need your help. We're working without a lot of the equipment we have at the house, so I'll need you to restrain her."

And so it was that Kelly ended up lying down on top of Nicki, facing in the opposite direction. Nicki's torso poked up between Kelly's legs and she'd wrapped her arms around the victim-du-jour's legs, locking her hands together to make sure Kelly's legs couldn't easily get free. Kelly's arms were bound together underneath Nicki's legs with silk scarves.

"Exactly why is it again you need my help restraining her?" Nicki asked, smiling lasciviously.

Carol laughed, "Other than the sheer erotic kick of using one person to restrain another? No real reason, although I get the feeling you're not objecting too strenuously?"

Nicki could feel Kelly writhing atop her, breasts pressed against Nicki's legs, each heaving breath of Kelly's causing her beautiful ass to move and the shifts in her position bringing the aroma of Kelly's arousal drifting up to her nose.

"Not objecting at all, Carol. Now, shall we proceed to punish this willful girl?"

"In a moment," she said and went to kneel down face to face with Kelly. "You remember your safe word?" Kelly nodded. "Alright then, don't be afraid to use it. This is a game, it should be fun for everyone. If it's not fun for you, then we have a problem that we need to fix, okay?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl."

"Alright, Nicki, first lesson in slave management ... remember that if you hear her utter the word 'pomegranate', or in case her voice is muffled any set of sounds that resemble 'pomegranate', or barring that if she snaps her fingers or claps her hands three times in rapid succession, you ... Stop ... immediately. You stop everything and if she's bound or restrained or gagged, you get her out of it, immediately."

She went back to the other end of the bed, picked up the paddle, leather on one side, fur on the other, and raised it, leather side down.

"Call out the count, Princess."

"Yes Mistress."

The first swat was light, almost playful, but they increased in severity, slowly, gradually, until with number six Kelly responded "Six, pomegranate!"

With that, Carol eased back the severity several notches for the remaining four swats and after the tenth had fallen began to run the furry side of the paddle gently over Kelly's reddened bottom.

For Nicki, it had been one of the most oddly erotic experiences of her life.

She had seen sex shows of every variety, most in pursuit of a story she'd done on the sex club industry, she'd gone to strip clubs and gotten lap dances from both genders, but nothing had been so primally erotic as watching Kelly be spanked scarcely a foot in front of her face while she held her down. Kelly's body, squirming against hers in a dance of pain and pleasure, their sweat and the smells of their arousal mingling together in a palpable fog around them ... combined with her somewhat lowered inhibitions, it was more than she felt it necessary to resist.

As Carol continued to caress Kelly's ass with the paddle, Nicki quickly released her hold on Kelly's legs and shifted from over and around to under and supporting Kelly's body above her until Kelly's knees came down to take most of the load.

Her re-positioning completed, Nicki said, "Eat me, Princess."

"Yes ma'am ... what should I call you, ma'am." With that Kelly began to tease her way around the edges of Nicki's cunt.

"Is 'Mistress' acceptable to you, Nicki?" Carol asked.

"Um hmm," Nicki squeaked in agreement, wriggling in an attempt to bring the lovely woman's teasing tongue more firmly in contact with her aching clit.

"You will refer to her as Mistress Nicki, Princess," Carol said.

"Yes Mistress," Kelly replied, breaking briefly from her torturous attentions to Nicki's twitching cunt.

Kelly began to huff her warm breath over Nicki's mound, her nose brushing the tips of her pubic hair as her breath flowed throughout the mat of hair.

The whimper Nicki made was quite audible. Her fingernails raked gently down Kelly's sides and her squirming dance continued.

"Nicki is there something wrong," Carol asked, breathing the words huskily into her ear.

"Yes ... she won't ... she just ... she's teasing me!"

"Second lesson, if you're not in control of your slave, you're the bitch, not her. Right now, you're not in control of your slave. Remembering the first lesson, get control of your slave."

"Kelly, I asked you to eat me..." Nicki said hesitantly.

"Nicki, are you forgetting the dynamic? Get control of your slave."

"But Carol, what if I do something wrong?"

"Then we'll hear the safe word or signal and you'll stop and everything will be fine. Until then, have fun ... this is a game. Play with us," Carol said, caressing her sister-in-law's belly.

Through all of their conversation Kelly had continued to tease Nicki, occasionally giving her the barest taste of what she craved by flicking the very tip of her clitoris with her tongue.

In her mind, Nicki thought back to her fuck-buddy Georgina in Atlanta ... she was always so assured and confident, always in control ... Nicki's hand snaked between their bodies, her hand curling up behind Kelly's head.

"Slut, I said 'eat me' not 'tease me'. And I didn't intend for you to take your good sweet time with it either, slut. I meant now." She forced Kelly's head down into her crotch and the girl's talented tongue immediately made itself at home all up and down Nicki's warm slit. "Oh ... that's much ... better ... slut." She took her other hand, moved it into position and locked her fingers behind Kelly's head, pushing her cunt into Kelly's face, riding her mouth and tongue like a cock.

Carol curled up next to her, playing with her hair with one hand while caressing her with the other. "Now, you're no longer the bitch in this situation, Nicki ... very good. Now a question, sister-in-law ... do you like it rough, or gentle?"

"Gentle ... unless otherwise noted ... like our little slut ... is finding out ... right now."

Kelly had brought her arms in tight against Nicki's sides, wrapping her hands around the blonde woman's slender ass, massaging her ass cheeks forcefully, while she nibbled and kissed and licked and bit and sucked on whatever was thrust into her mouth at the moment.

Carol reached over and tilted Nicki's head to the side, bringing their lips together, before shifting her hand back down to stroke the small, pert breasts that adorned Nicki's chest. The two women's tongues slithered around each other until Carol pulled back and looked at Nicki admiringly.

"Whoa ... damned glad to make your acquaintance, sister-in-law."

Nicki blushed.

"So, how are you doing?" Carol continued.

"Almost there ... but can't quite ... do you have a vibrator ... or a dildo ... something she could ... use on me?"

"Oh, we have better than that. Let her up, Nicki. Kelly, go get strapped in, now!"

Fifteen minutes later, Carol held onto Nicki, running her hands over her body, as the woman lay atop her while Kelly fucked her hard from behind, the sound of flesh and leather slapping together punctuating each stroke. In the interim Carol had made herself a Jack on the rocks and was taking sips of it through a straw, then passing some to her new lover as they kissed.

"Goddamn- (slap) you're my (slap) kind of (slap) woman (slap) not only (slap) has her (slap) wicked (slap) way with (slap) me and (slap) loans me (slap) her slave (slap) and feeds (slap) me Jack (slap)."

"Welcome my love to the joys of multiple partners ... you should be around ... well, you will be around, when the whole gang is there ... Eddy and Tamara with each other, Karen and Patricia with each other, the rest of us; Margo, me, Kelly and Harry-"

The orgasm that ripped through Nicki's body at that moment ... Carol wondered at the timing ... could be, probably was, purely coincidental.

"-all together ... it's real easy to end up so stimulated that your eyes just roll up in your head and you're gone, for all practical intents and purposes ... of course, the fact that we're all very stoned helps with that as well."

After that Nicki's orgasms came fast and furious, one after the other and Carol locked their lips together, kissing her new lover while she held her and the trembling continued to move through her in waves.

Then after seeing to Mistress Nicki's needs, Kelly moved down to Mistress Carol's waiting hole, fucking her beloved wife as Carol held their sister-in-law's insensate body in her arms. As Carol slowly approached her own climax, her whole body rocking foreward and back from Kelly's vigorous efforts, Nicki returned to the land of the aware and gave her wholehearted help to Kelly by sliding off and repositioning herself to lick and suck on Carol's clit. It really didn't take long at all after that.

Carol lay there, her sister-in-law back in her arms, her beloved but willful Princess, having removed the strap-on, curled up next to her, and wondered how next they were to chastise her wayward pet.

After the break he'd gently helped her explore her feelings about the incredible changes her life had undergone in the recent past, and about the trauma of the attack upon her lover Harry.

It was evident to him that Margo was closer to a case of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder than she allowed herself to think she was and as the afternoon drew to a close, he had done his job admirably, asking her the questions whose answers led her to the same conclusion.

"So Hal, where do we go from here?" Margo asked, her voice rough from an afternoon of effectively non-stop talking.

"Margo, you know the treatment as well as I do ... therapy and medication; although in your case, I think since you're unrepentantly self-medicating, the medication can be avoided altogether, especially if you make sure to do a bowl or two before bed every evening."

She smiled. "That's an awfully strange prescription to hear from a doctor, Hal."

"Bullshit, you know as well as I do that pot has innumerable medical uses and this is damn sure one of them. You haven't manifested any symptoms that make me think anything stronger, or a more conventional prescription, is warranted. If you do, I'll write you a prescription.

"As far as the therapy, I'll want to see you twice a week to start, let's say two hour sessions, get with Helga, my office-Fuhrer on Monday to set up days and times."

"Helga, your office-Fuhrer?"

"Yeah ... a patient of mine with a lot of rather interesting quirks, not the least of which are a fascination with Nazi regalia and a dominant streak a mile wide ... she occasionally works as a professional Dom, but since her 'Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS' persona is very specialized, she can't really make a living at it. What she can do is be the most efficient office manager I've ever had. She was let go from her old job because her faux-German accent and occasional slip of the tongue into Nazi-speak created a hostile work environment for a Jewish co-worker. She's not a racist, at least not any more so than any of us, but it still disturbed her co-worker, so after being counseled and written up several times, she was let go. She couldn't afford therapy anymore and I needed an office manager. Serendipity abounds! I pay her more than she was making, her therapy is part of her benefits package and I have the most efficiently run office in the city ... even if the rest of the staff lives in a sort of mock-terror of her."

"Alright, that's definitely an interesting way of working out the difficulties."

"Yes it is... 'creative solutions', that should be my motto. And this'll be completely off the books, Margo. It would be anyway, but with you and your crew agreeing to help out Tori and me, well, if anything positive comes of that, I'll be repaid, a thousand times over."