Chapter 538

Denver – Mr. Tanaka’s Home

Bright and early, Mr. Tanaka had received a phone call – and had his ass handed to him by the mayor. It seems that the mayor had been more of a business acquaintance than a friend, but he had believed Tanaka and wanted to help expedite the search for his missing wife, only to find out that Tanaka had lied to him. Moreover, the wife had informed the detectives of a history of beatings from Tanaka while she had been kept a virtual prisoner for years, and they had believed her.

The detectives’ report would be forwarded to the District Attorney for his review and possible action – action that would definitely come about if the woman signed an official complaint/warrant against Mr. Tanaka.

Shaken, but more determined than ever, Tanaka ended the conversation, cutting the mayor off mid-sentence. Storming around, he yelled at the servants about supposed incompetencies, then set about researching this “Matthews person” who was keeping Tanaka from his own wife. Oddly enough, there seemed to be only general information about Matthews on the net, somehow not nearly as much as Tanaka had expected.

Frustrated, Tanaka phoned his ex-son-in-law’s home in order to vent to him, only to discover that the number had been disconnected. Odd, he had talked to him last week. Then remembering that his daughter and son-in-law had sold the house after the divorce, he finally found Edi’s mobile number. The phone rang once and went to voice mail. Repeated dialings produced the same results. He vaguely remembered that this could be a sign that his number was being blocked by the other phone. (Ex-son-in-law had taken Jeff at his word and left the state, never wanting to speak or hear from any of the family ever again.)

Retrieving Matthews’ number from the caller ID, he dialed, expecting to coerce someone into letting him speak to his wife, only to get the one ring and voice mail treatment again. Tanaka’s temper took control and he screamed out his threats to the voice mail. After slamming the house phone back into its cradle, he sat thinking, his temper continuing to boil. She had been disciplined, but if the bitch would not come home, then she was beyond what disciplining could achieve, and the next step was inevitable.

The Retreat

Breakfast behind him, Jeff had just finished receiving a report from Dave. Wandering into the kitchen with the intention of getting another cup of coffee, his Clan Queen met him just inside the door. “Go find something to do,” she said with a grin, “but stay out of the main hallways so you don’t run into Kei.”

Now how in the hell am I to do that? Then aloud, “Babe that’s...” But the look on Diana’s face ended the sentence. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I can’t risk seeing my bride before the wedding, and all that crap. That superstition must have been devised by some angry shrew of a mother-in-law,” he griped.

“You should be used to it by now,” Diana teased.

“Well, I’m not,” he ground out.

A smile tweaked the corners of the Clan Queen’s mouth, and for an instant, she wished she were Kei for the night. Diana knew that the young architect literally didn’t have the foggiest idea what would happen to her when Jeff made love to her tonight... and for every night for the foreseeable future. With the thought, the Clan Queen’s body reacted and she could feel herself getting wet. Yep. We went to bed too late, and although we all got off a few times when Caitlin did, it was a much-foreshortened loving compared to what we’re accustomed to. From what Kayla said about Edi’s cock size when she told us about Jeff’s trip to convince Edi to leave Kei alone, she’s in for a shock tonight. Oh, well, I’ll remind her about the pussy cream, but after what she’s used to, she might as well be a virgin.

“You go easy with her tonight,” Diana, serious, suddenly said to her husband.

“What ... What brought that on? I just came in for some coffee. You know darn well that I won’t hurt her, and besides, she was married and she’s certainly not...”

“Sure,” Diana broke in to say, “we all know she isn’t a virgin, if that was what you were going to say, but from the way Kayla described Kei’s ex-husband, Kei might just as well be one. Jeff, you were well above what’s considered normal when you popped my cherry – although I certainly didn’t know anything about dick size at the time – but Baby, you have grown since then, and even more since the enhancement. You still can’t get all of that thing into several of us, and you surely remember the problems Ann had on her wedding night. Jeff, Kei is even smaller than Evie and Ann, though not by much. Oh, heck, just don’t let her see that thing before you make love to her. If she panics, you’ll never get it inside her.”

“Oh, come on, Di. You know I’m far from being as big as a porn star...”

“Yeah, which one?” she shot back, then giggled to take the sting out. Grabbing him by the neck, she pulled his face down and attacked his mouth with hers, her body wanting him so badly it hurt.

“Wow! Get a room,” Charlotte said with a laugh as she brought Jeff a thermos of coffee. When Diana let him go, Charlotte kissed her husband, too. Then, as their lips parted, she said, “Fuck your new wife’s brains out, Husband.”

“Oh,” Diana said with a giggle, “if he does that, the girl will have to be brought to breakfast on a stretcher.”

Frustrated, Jeff went to the basement to load a hand truck with a case of .45 ammunition and his cleaning kit. At the range house, he began carrying steel popup targets to the range where he set them up.

A while later, he was taking out his frustration by firing at the targets, the ring when the bullets struck somehow helping with his gathering frustration. Besides, his wives weren’t the only ones who were horny this morning.

The lead Security officer, who, with others, was watching the monitors, grinned and switched the feed to all the monitors and TV’s in the Security building. Normally, Jeff would phase down his abilities, not wanting to brag, but he was alone today and taking out his frustration on the metal targets, so he let his full Alpha Prime abilities take over. The big .45 hammered out a virtual stream of slugs with hardly a hesitation as the Prime changed magazines and continued firing.

After tiring of the autoloader, he put on his Cowboy Action rig and proved that a single action .45 in the hands of a master is capable of firing faster than an autoloader. With one long roar as he rocked his left hand to cock the hammer, he emptied the six rounds into one of the targets so fast all six rounds hit before the target had a chance even to move noticeably, before eventually falling over as it should.

Two hours and many rounds later, he was sitting in the range house cleaning his weapons, much of the frustration gone. Unfortunately, at least to him, he still had little to do until the wedding. After policing up his brass, he went back to the basement to run the empty brass through a tumbler to clean and shine it. While the tumbler was working, he put powder, primers and bullets into the reloading equipment. A few minutes later, he sat to begin reloading the rounds he had fired.

Within moments, Bobby and Sandra, Art’s wives from Atlanta who enjoyed reloading, walked into the reloading room. Sandra looked down at the bucket of brass and said, “Oh, looks like someone did a lot of shooting this morning. May we help?”

“How did you ... That damn AI squealed on me, didn’t he?”

The two looked at each other, a grin on both their faces. “Well...” Bobby said with a smile, “Diana thought that you might want a little company, and since we’re reloaders...”

Jeff couldn’t help but smile back at the two. “Since there are several presses, not to mention that you are both lovely ladies, feel free to join in. I suppose I did overdo it a bit on the range.”

The two passed a look before they turned to say in unison, “You did go through some rounds, but we enjoyed watching.”

“Watching?” he responded with a frown.

Bobby smiled. “Yeah, the AI put it on every TV.”

Jeff stopped what he was doing. “I didn’t ... Shit, I’m going to unplug his tattling ass.”

“Your Clan Queen gave him permission,” Sandra responded with a grin.

The Prime let out a sigh, and mock grumbling, said, “I can’t friggin’ win for losing.”

The girls giggled and their conversations continued, now shifting to the advantage of one brand of powder over another. It was hard to be in a bad mood with two beautiful and competent women discussing a hobby that he loved, and... since the two women belonged to Art, sex wasn’t on the table, or even thought of, which he assumed was his Clan Queen’s plan.

At the moment, Diana, Kei and Aiko, in addition to several of Diana’s sister-wives, were in Kei’s suite, having just hung up Kei’s wedding dress and Aiko’s new dress after their fittings. The dress Aiko was going to wear had been from a choice of four that the dress shop owner had brought, and to Aiko, it was easily the prettiest clothes she had ever worn. There were matching shoes in her size for each dress, too.

“I have not seen Jeff today because of the tradition, but I really miss having him hold me,” Kei said wistfully.

“Not any more than we do,” Laura responded. “He made love to us last night, of course, but it was a short session because it was so late. You will have him in a few hours, but we’ll have to wait for another night before we do.”

Kei turned to look fully at Laura. “I ... I didn’t think of that. I do not want to make any of you angry at me...”

“Hush,” Laura returned as she hugged the young woman. I didn’t mean it like that. This is your night and you’re in for the most wonderful time you have ever had.”

“And,” Diana said, breaking into their conversation, “he will see to all of us tomorrow night – along with you, of course. But ... that doesn’t take care of our desires just now, so let’s get back to business and stop talking about Jeff.”

That lasted a full minute before Ada mentioned something about her wedding night with Jeff, and they were again talking about him.

The Clan Queen laughed, giving up to the inevitable. Turning to Kei, she said, “We have a tradition here. Arrive at breakfast at eight even if he has to carry you – which has happened in the past. After we eat, all us girls will have a gab session in the big Jacuzzi where you can tell us about your wedding night.”

Kei’s face was already beginning to color. “Tell you?” she whispered.

“Baby, you do fully realize that you’re marrying into a harem, don’t you?” Helen quietly asked as she subtly reminded Kei that this wasn’t a “normal” marriage.

“I, uh, certainly,” Kei struggled out. “But surely you do not expect...” but by that time her logical mind had come to the fore and she visualized herself, nude, on Jeff’s bed with all his wives also nude around her. “Oh, my,” she whispered as reality finally sank in. Why should they not expect me to tell them about my wedding night? They will certainly be there when he makes love to me on the second night of our marriage, and they will see and hear everything then.

Helen, seeing the distress on Kei’s face, reached to hug her. Separating slightly after a moment, but still holding the young woman by her shoulders, Helen said, “Believe it or not, you will get used to it. When Diana and Jeff marry you into the family, you will be married to all of us. Once you become part of us, there is no going back. You will know that we love you and with that knowledge, much of the worry will go away. You will literally be part of all of us and realize there is nothing to be worried about or be ashamed of. Just strip off and jump in the Jacuzzi with us and tell us as much or as little about your wedding night as you wish. And believe me, in the morning, you will need the hot water and the cream Diana has given you. One big thing in your favor, though, is that you were enhanced months ago, so your body will repair itself quickly. But never, never be afraid of Jeff. It will be you who will want to go well past what is best for your body. Near constant orgasms – Alpha-induced orgasms – will do that to you.”

The limousine glided up the mountain, eventually stopping at the bottom of the driveway to the Retreat. Mr. Tanaka eyed the guardhouse and barrier a short way up the drive. Realizing that he would not be allowed to approach his wife, he ordered the driver to turn around, but there was a knock on the driver’s window and a uniformed man wearing a strange helmet was suddenly standing there with a rifle of some type on a sling over his shoulder.

The visor retracted and the man asked the driver, who had lowered his window, “May I help you, Sir?”

Tanaka instructed his driver to tell the guard that they were merely driving around and had not realized that the road was a dead end.

The driver repeated what he had been told, but cut his eyes back toward Mr. Tanaka, thinking that Tanaka could not be seen through the tinted glass, but, nevertheless, conveying to the guard that he was repeating what his passenger wanted him to say.

The guard, with the assistance of his visor, had seen the passenger through the tinting, and with the helmet’s enhancement, heard what Tanaka had told the driver, in addition to having watched the limo’s progress up the mountain from all the hidden cameras along the way. From the tag, Security knew who the limo belonged to, and computers sought out pictures of Mr. Tanaka long before the limo arrived at the bottom of the Matthews’ drive.

The guard leaned closer. “Tell Mr. Tanaka that I will ask Mr. Matthews if he will see your boss, should he wish.”

“No,” Tanaka snapped, amazed and shocked at the effectiveness of Matthews’ Security. “We were merely riding through the area. We will resume our wandering as soon as we turn around.”

The guard stepped back. “Certainly, Sir. Have a nice day.”