Chapter 4: The Mistress Reborn

"So Mom, Dad, what do you think," John asked, "is it a fair deal?"

"Hmmm," Stan said as he took a bite of his ham, "So you have 20 thousand and you want us to put up the rest for a good van, possibly between 60 and 70 thousand for the purchase, registration and insurance for new drivers; and this van is for use by the band." He took another bite of his ham and said, "in return we give you no presents this year for your birthday or Christmas."

Laura looked at him as he looked thoughtfully at his ham, "What do you think, Stan," she asked.

"Well, they having their own van can definitely be helpful, but, I need to think better about exactly how many birthday and Christmas gifts our share would truly be worth. I am an accountant remember! Not to mention that—" he looked over his shoulder and called, "Amy can I get that special bottle." Turning back he said, "what was I saying, oh yeah, not to mention—" Amy came rushing in with a box about the size of a champagne bottle.

"Here you are sir, just imported." She looked around the table and stopping on Hannah gave a small scream.

"Amy, what's wrong?" Everyone said.

"Oh," Amy said, catching herself before saying anything suspicious, "felt a little dizzy for a second."

"You haven't been sampling that imported champagne have you?" John asked suspiciously, "You know what it can do to you, especially since no one in this house drinks alcohol."

Amy smiled a bit, but unable to hold back she asked, "Hannah, pet, are you trying to channel Michael Jackson, because really that should be white if you are."

Everyone turned their eyes to Hannah and for the first time that whole night noticed that she was wearing a long red leather glove on one hand.

"Oh," Hannah said, "my hand was hurting a little and I put this on to keep a little pressure on it. I hope I'm not getting carpel tunnel already, I have been on a computer since I was like 1 year old."

"Not to mention the number of hand jobs you've been giving lately." Lana said smiling.

"You mean like this," Hannah said, suddenly grabbing Ron's cock, in the seat next to her, with her gloved hand and pumping furiously, "this is actually exercising my hand, good therapy."

Ron, who had been taken by surprise, more by Hannah's sudden dominant attitude than the action itself, said "Hannah don't, —don't —don't stop please don't stop!" Something about the feel of the gloves fabric as well as the very different masturbation technique Hannah was using was driving him over the edge. Hannah suddenly bent down, swallowed Ron's cock and with the gloved hand squeezed his balls while she bit his cock head; Ron joyously blew his load into her eager and greedily swallowing mouth.

Everyone seemed paralyzed by Hannah's action, but Amy, more than anyone, seemed, not only paralyzed, but almost terrified, and when Hannah sat back up and said, "What, I was thirsty, this is the dinner table; we should be able to have our favorite drinks here." Amy ran out of the dining room without a backward glance. "Looks like someone had a serious call of nature," Hannah added.

No one talked for several minutes, they all tried to look extra shocked and annoyed, but the truth was Hannah's actions had made them all just want to start masturbating like crazy themselves, and they needed to fight to keep their cool.

When everyone continued in silence Hannah finally broke it by saying, "So Dad, what's really in the box?"

"What," Stan said suddenly.

"The champagne box, what's the surprise you have for us?" Hannah repeated.

All the other kids looked suspiciously from Stan to Hannah and Stan said, "How—"

"—next time you want to wrap a surprise present, remember, like John said, no one in this house drinks alcohol."

"Oh right," Stan said sheepishly as all the kids now turned to him with a 'hey, that's right' look.

"You know," Laura said, "having a genius for a daughter can sometimes be a drag. Okay Stan, show them."

"Like I said before, we'll discuss how many birthday and Christmas gifts this van deal would be worth, but as for this birthday, seeing as it is your 16^th and somewhat special, we have a little something for each of you." He opened the box on the table and, tilting it, let six smaller boxes slide out. These were gift wrapped and each had the name of one of the kids.

"Now I want you to take very good care of these," Stan said, "and learn to use them wisely."

The kids, each, opened their box and smiling Lana was the first to say, "A cell phone!"

"A camera cell phone," Don corrected.

"No, it's a video camera cell phone," Ana added.

Hannah and John had shocked looks on their faces and couldn't seem to talk.

Ron was the first to say, "Wait a minute, is this Windows Mobile on the phones display, and is this a stylus on its side? Are these—"

"Pocket Computer Cell Phones," Hannah and John finally said together, "they're everything!"

"Oh wow," Ana said, "it's even an mp3 player!"

"Dad, these are incredible," John said.

"I think they like them, Stan," Laura said.

"Okay, remember kids, you share 3000 peek minutes a month, that's 500 a piece, but you have unlimited nights, text messaging, weekends and mobile-to-mobile; any questions?"

"How did you find this house," Hannah asked suddenly. Everyone threw her a 'what kind of question is that look' and she said, "he said any question."

"Well," Stan said laughing, "I actually meant about the gifts, but as to the house, it was actually Amy that found it. I don't know how she came to know about it, but we got it pretty much gift wrapped itself. Incredible house that it is and we got it for almost nothing. Which is why we were able to afford a lot of the extras you find in it, like those plasma TV's and the computer network that controls most of the stuff around here."

"So Amy got the owner to, pretty much, give it away," Hannah repeated thoughtfully, "how interesting."

Stan and Laura retreated to their room early that night, around at eight, with a request that no one disturb them. Stan would be starting his new job the next day and he wanted to sleep well and long, meaning that any fun he planned on having with Laura would have to come earlier than usual.

"Let's go to our room," Hannah told her sisters, "I want to show you something."

"It has to do with these new cell phones right," Ana said, "come on; I want to learn everything about them."

As they climbed the stairs, Lana asked, "So what was all that at dinner, a slave rebellion? And what about all those questions about the house and Amy? And are you still refusing to tell us what you were doing for 8 hours today when you apparently vanished from the face of the earth?"

Hannah didn't say anything, she just led the way into the room and when they were all in she said, "Ana, come help me in the bathroom with something; Lana wait here, it's a surprise."

"A birthday surprise for your Queen," Lana asked smiling.

"You can say that," Hannah said as she and Ana passed through the bathroom door.

Not two minutes later Hannah re-emerged wearing a big smile and Lana said, "so where is my surprise?"

"You'll have to come and see," Hannah said.

As Lana pulled beside her she said, "You know, I know that look in your eye, you are super-horny today, even more than usual I mean."

"Maybe," Hannah admitted, "by the way, smell this new perfume of mine, its called 'sex toy gatherer'." She sprayed something in Lana's face and as Lana crumbled to the floor she said, "More toys, I need more toys!"

She heard the door in the boys' room open and as she heard John excitedly explaining some of the features of their new cell phones she squinted her eyes and once again smiled mischievously.

"Forgive me for this intrusion, Master, but can you help me please, it's important."

"It better be," Ron said, "because to tell you the truth, I'm not very happy with you as a slave at the moment!" He said this very angrily while inside he was smiling and saying, "though if there were some way to make you my official girl friend at school that would be your role."

He followed Hannah into the bathroom and as he passed the bathtub asked, "Why is Ana sleeping in the tub?"

"She's mad at us because I won't lend her this new perfume of mine," and turning to face him said, "here, smell."

Three minutes later she reentered the boys room saying, "Forgive me again, Don, my Master says this job may take a little more strength, he asks if you'll please come in and help."

Don got up and wasn't through the door a moment before Hannah reentered the room saying, "While they're busy," going over to John, "I wanted to talk to you about the new cell phone PC's. I take it we can all install your mobile version of the surveillance system program on them, right?"

"I actually hadn't thought of it," John said, "but yeah, it is the same Windows mobile, so, yeah, it should work."

Hannah leaned over him with something in her hand saying, "What do you think of this knock out feature?"

Around half-an-hour later, Hannah came down from the attic steps and thought, "One more, I need one more for a matched set."

She pushed the steps back to the closed position just as she heard someone on the steps. Looking toward the end of the hall she saw Amy coming at her; she was looking very agitated.

"Is something wrong Aims?"

Amy opened her eyes wide again and said, "Please don't call me that. It's, well, it's a little painful—anyway, I wanted to ask you about your glove, it's rather rare, where exactly did you find it?"

"Oh, I don't remember really, it was lying around somewhere and I just picked it up; maybe in the garage on the way to the studio."

"Can—can I see it?" Amy asked nervously.

"Sure you can," Hannah said, "Look at this, its some knock-out craftsmanship!"

Lana was feeling a little strange, she felt very contorted, she tried to straighten up, but there was something holding her wrists and her ankles tightly. Where was she? What was she doing? She tried to let her eyes adjust, wherever she was, the lights were on a maximum low. Was that one of the boys on a bed in front of her? "No," she said, as her eyes adjusted more, "it's not a bed, it's some sort of long table and I think he's chained to it."

Lana tried to say something, but suddenly realized she was gagged. Looking around the room a bit more, she saw several people chained to a wall, exactly how Ron had once had her. But the 'Master of Love' definitely wasn't behind this, she knew because she could see John and Don (she could make out the blue and green stones in their necklaces) were two of those chained to the wall. They were between one of her sisters (she couldn't quite see the letter on her necklace) and Amy (who was chained with her back towards Lana, she only knew it was her by the hair), that meant that Ron, was the brother on the table, meaning that whoever was behind this (and she had her suspicions as to who that was) wanted the 'Orgasm Queen' and the 'Master of Love' to have some special attention.

Lana tried to speak again, even through the gag when, SLAP! She looked up shocked to see who had just hit her so hard across the face.

"You dare to try to use your mouth to speak Slave," the person standing before her said, "a slave's mouth was not made for talking! Must I 'The Mistress of Pain' demonstrate to your stupid ignorant self what a slave's mouth is for?"

A masked young woman with red hair (a wig Lana was sure) stepped into clear view of Lana. She was wearing the most incredibly sexy red costume Lana had ever seen. "Wow," Lana thought, "I thought our Triplet X costumes were something, but that costume makes me just want to kneel in front of her and stick my tongue up her exposed cunt (I better remember not to point out to her that her pubic hair is blond)."

Lana knew exactly who was behind the mask, the red gloves of the costume were a dead give away; she just could not believe it.

"This takes slave rebellion to a whole other level. The slave will not only be free, the slave will become the master. Well," Lana thought, "no one complained when she wanted to spend a week as the family dog, but where the hell are we, and how did she get us here?"

"Very well you naïve little whore, I am a little thirsty again, let me show you what your mouth is to be used for." The Mistress walked over to where Ron was lying on the table and engulfed his cock (which was pointing straight up to the ceiling) in her mouth.

The Mistress sucked Ron off for some time, but when he was just on the verge of cumming, she suddenly released his cock taking a clamp from the table, clamped up the bottom of Ron's cock, just where the balls end and the penis starts. Ron threw her a painful and horrified look that said, "You can't leave me like this!"

"Why don't I give you a little help controlling you pc muscles slave. I'm thirsty, yes, but I have another job for Ron Jr. later, so let's not waste this load."

The Mistress walked over to Ana and Lana could see that she had picked something else off the table, "a feather," Lana thought, "what does she—oh no!"

Lana saw the Mistress pull something from Ana's twat and realized at once she had had Ana on a powerful vibrator, and that Ana was on the verge of cumming. But apparently, the Mistress was planning to have a little fun before allowing Ana any relief.

The Mistress took the vibrator she had just pulled out of Ana and said, "Since this is so nice and slick and—" she licked it, "tasty, why don't we give it a safe new home."

She walked over to Amy and spreading her ass cheeks said, "Open wide, Aims, your Mistress has a nice birthday present for you." She then rammed the vibrator up Amy's ass and without letting her adjust to the size or to the pain, took a whip hanging from her belt and whipped Amy three times in the butt before finally turning the vibrator on full blast.

As Lana saw Amy's juices flowing between her legs while she had an orgasm, Lana's only thought was "get to me already! I want to cum like that too!"

The Mistress walked back to stand in front of poor Ana, who was in dire need of an orgasm, and taking the feather in her hand alternated tickling Ana's nipples and her clit. This action resulted in Ana being pushed closer and closer toward the massive orgasm she desperately needed, but somehow, it never quite came. Every time the Mistress lifted the feather to move it to another location, Ana's impending orgasm would be delayed.

"Oh," Lana thought, "that is beyond cruel, I push Ana to the point where she's begging not to cum anymore, but all her eyes say now are 'please for the love of God, let me cum already!'"

"Do you want to cum, Sugar?" The Mistress asked looking Ana in the eyes. Ana looked back almost in tears nodding furiously. "Well," the Mistress said, "I'm not evil," then letting out a bone tingling, wicked laugh she added, "well not entirely, anyway, and I did want that drink. If I let you cum, Sugar, do you promise to give me enough juice to quench my thirst?"

Ana nodded again and the Mistress stopped teasing with the feather and said, "very well, what say we press the button on this water fountain then." She then glued her mouth to Ana's hole and as she sucked, she grabbed Ana's clit with her gloved hand and squeezing, rubbed it furiously between two fingers, the feel of the leather drove Ana over the edge and she came buckets and buckets, all of the cum flowing directly into the Mistress' greedy mouth.

"Damn," Lana thought, "I could use some of that right now. Does she have to drink it all?"

As she finished cumming, Ana collapsed against the wall, and only the chains kept her standing.

"Holy shit," Lana thought, "she looks like she does after I've forced around 10 continuous orgasms on her."

"My, that was sweet," the Mistress said, getting to her feet. "I knew there was a reason they called you Sugar." She grabbed a handful of Ana's hair and pulled her forehead to her lips, she first licked Ana's sweat and then kissed her forehead and said, "then again, honey is just as sweet, if not sweeter than sugar." She stuck a finger from her free hand in her own pussy, getting the glove's fabric good and wet, she then brought it to her lips and tasted saying, "yes, definitely better." She then did it again, this time sticking the finger under the gag Ana was wearing and rolling it over Ana's tongue.

"This Mistress is really brutal," Lana thought with awe and not a little pride. Then she impatiently thought, "When will she get to me!"

The Mistress next kneeled between John and Don; needless to say their cocks were rock hard with all they'd seen to this point. Their eyes showed that they had been as impatient as Lana for a visit from the Mistress.

Grabbing each of their cocks, one in each hand, she pulled them toward her and raising her head began to alternate sucking them off, bringing first one, then the other to the verge of cumming, then moving to the other letting the one about to explode rest. After several rounds of this, you would see the thick drops of sweat on the boys' foreheads and the looks of despair in their eyes.

"Oh," The Mistress said suddenly, "would the little boys like to cum for their Mistress now?"

John and Don nodded, their eyes pleading that is would be so.

"Umm, It is true that I haven't had a cocktail since dinner. But who to take," she questioned. John and Don started turning their hands within the chains and pointing rapidly at themselves their eyes screaming, "ME, take me, take me please!"

The Mistress stretched out their cocks to the side so their cock heads would rub together; from time to time she would bury the slits on the top into one another so that it looked like the two cocks were passionately kissing. "Eeny, Meany, Miny, Mow," she said as she pulled them together and John and Don closed their eyes as if they were praying to be the one chosen, "which of you has greatest flow?"