Chapter 44

Bill had very tentatively lain Jill across his knees as he sat on the side of the bed. Kathy made sure Jill's wedding dress was pulled up above her bare buttocks. Bill swatted her ass a couple of times, not wanting to hurt her. There was a disgusted sound from Jill. Bending around, she bit Bills' thigh — bit him long and hard.

Bill yelled out, "Shit," his temper flaring. Flipping his left leg out from under her, then back over her back, locking her in place over his right leg, he cursed, then, "What the hell did you do that for?"

"I've spanked our daughter harder than that when she was four. Now punish me for what I did, so I can give you my cherry."

I don't fucking understand women, Bill thought as Kathy sat holding her hand over her mouth trying to suppress the laughter. His thigh was burning like fire and it felt wet. He wasn't sure whether the wet was his blood or her saliva. Either way, he knew there would be one heck of a bruise. Pissed, he swung his hand a lot harder than the fairly gentle licks he had already applied. Crack! He had cupped his hand a little to make the sound louder so she would really think she was being beaten to death. The sound of his hand hitting her ass was startling in the stillness of the suite. Jill stiffened and hissed in a breath.

He didn't know where it came from, but he heard himself saying, "Count aloud and thank me for each lick. If you don't, then the lick doesn't count. And address me as Sir when you do it."

There was a hesitation, then, "One," Jill hissed out while wiggling her butt to try and get away from the stinging that hurt worse than she expected. "Thank you, Sir."

"Crack."

"Awwyyooooo." A couple of deep breaths, then, "Two. Thank you, Sir."

There were now two bright-red hand prints, one on each ass cheek. Kathy, who was kneeling nearby, looked up at Bill, her eyes wide.

Bill stopped at five, Jill's ass already bright red. "Now, I think that'll be enough."

Jill took a deep breath, fighting back tears, "What's the matter, Wimp? Are you too much of a wimp to discipline a slut?"

Bill knew what she was doing; the years of marriage had taught her how to push his buttons. "Jill..."

"Ingles knew how to whip my ass," she interrupted, pushing him mentally. "He knew how to fuck me, too. An Alpha can't do any better than wimp out at five? Hell, you're probably thinking about gently taking my hymen, aren't you, Wimp?"

Bill had to force himself to stop at twenty. Jill's ass was flaming red and her sobs were deep as she gasped for breath.

By the time he helped his new wife stretch out on the bed, Kathy was back with a tube of cream that she began gently rubbing into Jill's skin. Bill lay beside her, holding her and dabbing at her tears with a tissue, his face tear-streaked as well, ashamed that he had let her get his temper involved. Kathy put a small towel across Jill's butt, then put two ice packs on to help numb the area.

Kathy snuggled beside Jill and whispered in her ear for a time.

Bill started, "Jill, I..."

Kathy, realizing what Bill was going to do, grabbed him by the ear as she sat up, dragging him up with her. Quickly putting her mouth close to the ear that Bill was now rubbing, she whispered, "Don't you dare fuck this up after she has gone through all that pain. You tell her everything will be all right, that she's forgiven, but you do not apologize to her." Kathy's eyes were blazing as she glared at her husband.

Numbly, he nodded his head. Lying back beside Jill, he tried to calm himself, "It's going to be okay, Baby. Everything is fine now. We'll get on with the rest of our wedding night when you've recovered."

"O ... kay," Jill said as a hiccup interrupted her. Although there were tears still running down her cheeks, Bill could see a tentative smile starting.

He glanced in the direction of the sitting room, then looked at Kathy. "Half," he quietly said. Kathy was back shortly with a half glass of wine.

"Here, my sister-wife, drink this. You need it now."

When Jill tried to turn onto her back, she flinched, then pushed herself up a little, still keeping most of her weight on the side of her left hip. Kathy helped Jill sit that way as she quickly drank the wine.

Kathy took the empty glass back and put it on the bedside table. "Maybe that will help a little with some of the pain."

Jill lay back on her stomach and Kathy readjusted the ice packs. In moments, exhausted from the harsh spanking, Jill's body relaxed, her breathing slowing and deepening as she drifted off to sleep.

The two sat looking at Jill for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. Kathy suddenly realized that she needed to do something. Touching Bill on the shoulder to get his attention, she motioned with her head toward the sitting room.

A little later as Bill paced nude, "Want some more wine?" Kathy asked.

"No," came the bland answer.

Kathy got a coke, two glasses and ice. Splitting the drink between them, she handed Bill his glass. "Baby, she's a different woman than the one you were married to in Saint Louis."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We're all different. Everything we do changes us to some extent. She's been through Hell..." Bill replied, much of his thought processes elsewhere.

"Was she ever submissive before?" Kathy broke in.

"What? No. Of course not," he said, wondering what Kathy was talking about.

Kathy, sitting on the couch, looked up at the pacing man. "I think she was, at least to some extent. I've been reading about hypnosis. Some of us are a lot more responsive to it than others are. Stage hypnotists get really good at picking people who are easily subjected to hypnosis. Some people can't be hypnotized, though, at least unless drugs are used. I think all this being ordered around by Ingles has reinforced Jill's submissive streak."

"So, you've become a psychoanalyst now?" The sarcasm was obvious.

"Bill!"

He stopped his pacing long enough to almost snarl, "Well, she wasn't particularly submissive in there. We both know she orchestrated that whipping. She bit the living shit out of me," he said, pointing to the teeth marks on his thigh. Then she said the things she knew would piss me off. "I feel like a fucking fool..."

"Just because she knows how to push your buttons doesn't mean she hasn't changed, or that her submissive streak isn't a lot more to the fore than it once was. I'm her Queen. I can feel it, Bill."

"'Feel it?' Feel what? Feel her submissive streak, or feel that you're a Queen?"

"Both. I know you don't understand that, but I can actually feel her, at least to some little extent. And yeah, I can feel that I'm a Queen, also. Or at least becoming one. But why am I the Queen? Why isn't the senior wife the Queen? She's been married to you for a lot of years; why then is the new woman to the marriage to become the Queen? Is it because of her submissive tendencies?"

Bill thought a moment. "I'm not certain about this Queen thing..."

"You don't have to be," Kathy said a little louder than she meant to, "but I am certain. I can feel it just as you can feel that cock of yours swinging between your legs," she finished, nodding at his still swollen, but not erect penis. "Being a Queen isn't something to take lightly, Bill Madison. I am responsible for my sister-wife and for my mate. What you just did in there hurt me to my soul, but it had to be done." There was a moment's hesitation, then, "Diana read Jill from almost the beginning."

Bill flopped down on the couch beside Kathy. "I love Diana to death, but I'm beginning to think that she might just be meddling a bit by suggesting..."

"She is not meddling, Bill. She had tears in her eyes when we discussed how Jill felt. Us talking to her, assuring her that everything was all right, was just making it worse. She had to pay for what her subconscious was telling her was a wrong against her husband and child. She's paid her price now, and it was a big one. Her ass is going to be a solid bruise in the morning. It will be sore and hurting for days, but she will feel forgiven. I'm almost positive of that. Of course, she had to manipulate you into the proper mood, but I think it was worth it."

"Well, it's certainly spoiled her wedding night."

Kathy took a sip of her drink as she tried to hide the smirk. "Now why would you say that?"

"'Say that, ' hell. She can't even lie on her back. How in the hell am I supposed to make love to her? Shit, it will probably be days before we can do it."

"She doesn't want you to make love to her, my Husband; she wants you to take her — to fuck her like the slut she feels she is — or was. She wants you to take her back from Ingles."

"She's not a slut." Bill growled out. "I was the only man she ever had until that Ingles bastard did that to her."

"She wants to be treated as a slut — your slut. At least for tonight. She told you that. Weren't you listening? If she had been any more direct, she would have had to use a sledgehammer."

"I don't understand women," Bill mumbled, then paused to gulp his drink. "I don't fucking understand women," he said louder.

Kathy laughed at him, "Good. That's the way it should be. Now listen up. She and I have talked about this. You can make love to her when her ass heals, but tonight she's expecting you to take her..."

Thirty minutes later, they walked back into the bedroom where Jill was still lying on her belly. Her eyes opened as they neared the bed, but she said nothing.

"How's your ass?" Bill gruffly asked.

"Hurts," Jill answered.

Bill stopped and cleared his throat. Kathy pinched him. "Ready to lose that cherry?" Kathy pinched him harder. Bill cleared his throat again. His voice deeper, he barked, "Get on the side of the bed with your ass in the air. Time you gave your husband that cherry you've been protecting."

Jill didn't move. Bill could feel Kathy's hand already sliding to his side where the pinch would hurt more. He brushed her hand aside, then grabbed Jill's leg and jerked. Jill squeaked.

"Get your tits out and that new pussy in the air before I add to the red on your ass."

"Yes, Sir," Jill whispered as she scooted to the side of the bed. Kathy helped position her skirt as Jill made sure the neckline exposed her breasts. Bill reached around her and milked her nipples, pulling harder than he usually did. Then regardless of what Kathy wanted, he knelt and kissed Jill's new pussy, licking her for several minutes. Jill remained still, barely responding to him, though.

He didn't like this; hadn't envisioned his second wedding night with Jill to be like this, but in for a penny in for a pound. "Drop your belly. Arch your back. Present that pussy to me," he barked as he stood.

Jill instantly dropped her belly so her pussy was pushed up as high as she could manage. Bill positioned himself at her entrance, wiping his cock back and forth in her juices until the head was as wet as it could be. Without preamble, he pushed the head just past the tight ring of her lips and stopped. Jill took a ragged breath. Pushing gently forward another half inch, the head of his cock kissed her hymen. Jill trembled. The first time he had done this, he had licked her until she was practically in a stupor, then over minutes, gradually worked his way past her disintegrating hymen until he was inside her. But not this time.

Taking a breath, he said, "You ready for a real man?"

"If there's one around," Jill snapped, finally pushing his last button.

He gritted his teeth and buried his cock to her womb with one harsh thrust, destroying her hymen, violently expanding her new tunnel and jarring her womb. Jill screamed and thrashed, trying to pull away, her breasts swaying and bouncing as she tried to get away from the pain. His strong hands locked her ass to him, though. "It's okay, Baby. You're mine now — only mine. Nobody will ever get to you again."

Jill whimpered, most of the pain turning into a rutting desire that swept through her as her husband resumed his rights; took her. This was the way it should be. Ingles didn't own her anymore, but her virile man with his big cock buried in her, did. Her husband, the man she had loved for a large portion of her life, had now possessed her again. She ground her ass back against him as her orgasm thundered through her. Bill concentrated as he initiated the mental push that Jeff had tried to teach him. He didn't know whether he accomplished it or not, but he guessed he must have released some pheromones because he heard Kathy gasp and make a sound that was almost a purr. Jill trembled.

This was the first orgasm with her husband's cock inside her in such a long time. The desire to be his was suddenly almost overwhelming. Her whimper turned into a scream. Bill continued to hold her ass in a steel grip, grinding his cock against her cervix, occasionally pulling back a little, then rapidly slamming against her womb. Jill bucked hard, trembled almost violently again, her orgasm that had never quite gone away, now reaching new heights. In the midst of it, she fainted. As she slumped, Bill held in her for a while then started to pull his cock out. Kathy grabbed him. "Come in her. She needs to wake up with her man's seed in her."

"I can't fuck her. She's unconscious for goodness sake..."

"Damnit, Bill, you've gone this far, now get it done."

Bill hated to admit it, but what he had just done had excited him, particularly when Jill had come twice in a matter of a minute or two. He held her limp hips and stroked hard into her almost impossibly-tight vagina. Soon, his prostate cramped and the first gush of semen pumped through his cock. His dick jerked half a dozen times as long ropes of sperm splashed against Jill's womb, his groan loud and long. The strength seemed to drain from him as his spurts changed to a dribble. He held himself jammed against her womb until his cock deflated and eventually slipped out of her pussy. Collapsing beside his wife, he threw his arm around her as he fought to catch his breath. Her ass was still humped up a little, her pussy drooling thick come as she slept with a smile on her face.

Before his breathing reached anything near normal, he felt the warmth of Kathy's mouth on his cock. He raised his head a little to look toward his groin. Kathy's twinkling eyes met his and she winked at him. His cock gave a lurch and began to swell again.

Jeff quietly opened the outer door to the suite that Steve and Marcie were using. The room was dark, save a small night light at the base of one wall. With Little One in hand, he walked to the bedroom door and slowly turned the knob, knowing that some older people slept very lightly. He froze as he pushed the door open about a foot. They were far from asleep, and the night vision of a Prime brought the couple into quick focus in the pale light. Embarrassed, he quietly closed the door and retraced his steps.

As he entered the bedroom, Diana sat up, careful to not wake her sister-wives. "What's wrong?" she whispered as she crawled out of bed. "Why are you back so quickly?"

"Well, they weren't asleep," he started.

Diana looked at him, then started giggling. "They were fucking, weren't they?"

Jeff sniggered as they stepped into the vanity area so they could talk, his voice still quiet but no longer a whisper. "Yeah, and I was impressed. She had her legs, cast and all, on his shoulders and he was pounding her. Shit, I was very impressed."

"So you're waiting until they go to sleep, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I'll kill some time, then try again. If they were just lying there and not asleep, I could have had Little One put them out, but with them, uh, having sex, they would darn sure notice."

"Put Little One on the vanity, or back on your shoulders," Diana said as she reached out to stroke the Healer in Jeff's hands. Jeff pulled the neck of his tee-shirt open and slipped Little One inside. Quickly, she spread out on his shoulders. Diana had turned away, putting her forearms on the counter, her breasts already freed for him. She wiggled her ass and looked back over her shoulder. "Surely we can find something to do to pass the time away."