Chapter 32

When Janey was seated, I went back to the edge of the box. I motioned for Sally to come up behind me, to use my body as a shield from being seen by anyone below us who happened to look up. She understood and stood just off my shoulder.

Gary was not hard to pick out. He, too, had two beautiful women with him. They were as dark and tan as Sally and Janey were blonde and fair. Upon closer inspection, I realized that one was much younger than the other. Another mother-daughter pair, I bet myself.

"I-I-I know her," came the quiet voice from behind me. Janey had come up and stood, like her mother, behind me, using my body as a shield. "She's new to my school, a year younger. She has an accent."

I watched him. He was cocky, confident, and sure of himself. He obviously dominated the older female and enjoyed terrorizing her by fondling the younger woman in public. His hands roamed the young girl's body freely and nearly obscenely, causing more than one matronly gasp from the staid bystanders. The mother stood meekly, her eyes quietly pleading. Strangely, the daughter was passive, not reacting at all, as if she were a mannequin.

I don't know what it was or if we all came to the same conclusion at once, but one moment I was standing there despising that man and the next moment I was on the telephone. I set in motion an information machine I hadn't often used since I left the government's service. It would take a few hours, but by then I would know all there was to know about the man named 'Gary, ' down to the type of toilet tissue he used, if he did.

We left at the beginning of the second set. I called ahead to the driver as we left the box. The car was waiting as we exited the building, the driver holding open the rear door. The drive home was silent and uneventful, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Janey revived sooner than Sally and I soon felt her steamy mouth capture the head of my cock as she knelt down at my feet. I caressed her smooth cheek as she laid her head on my lap.

Her playfulness remained as we returned home. I'm not sure if that was because she remembered my promise from the last time or if she just figured that if both Sally and I were worried about Gary, she didn't need to be. With both of us on the case, it was bound to turn out right, right? Ah, the innocent trust of the naïve.

Inside the door, I relieved both of them of their capes, exposing their beautiful bodies to my gaze. I took the crop from Sally's hands and playfully swatted her naked charms, teasing her with light to moderate snaps on her very sensitive areas. She started to move around the room and I followed her, finally finessing her down the hallway and into our bedroom. There I delivered a couple of harder swats to her ass, raising her temperature several degrees. I laid the crop on the makeup bench and turned her to me. Her eyes were snapping, all thoughts of that ugly man pushed to the side.

I made her kneel in front of that bench and face the crop. Her hands were still tied behind her. "Stay here, please," I asked/ordered her. Then I left the room

Janey was waiting impatiently, shifting from one booted foot to the other. She was not facing the door I came through so I was able to watch for several minutes before she turned and saw me looking at her. Unlike her mother, Janey blushed a deep, deep shade of red as she realized I had just been standing there looking at her nakedness. It made her seem all that more innocent and alluring.

I took her elbow and led her to her own room. She got suddenly shy and lagged a bit behind. I stopped leading her and quietly took her and held her in my arms.

"Afraid?"

She shook her head.

"What, then?"

"I don't know. I, I just don't know if I'm ready for this."

"Ready for what?" I teased.

"You know, for- for- it."

"Oh."

She was silent for a while, then with all the enthusiasm of a kid who hadn't studied for an exam she was about to take, led me into her room. She lay down on her bed and awkwardly spread her legs. God, she was beautiful!

"Now what?" I asked her.

"Huh?"

"Now what?" I repeated.

"Aren't you going to, you know, do me now?"

"No."

She looked stunned, then slowly closed her legs in embarrassment.

"No?"

"No."

"But you promised. You said..."

"I said that next time it was your turn."

I sat down on the bed next to her.

"Right. I thought..."

"Cricket? Who's in charge here?"

Her slave name brought her up short.

"Oh. Right. You are, Sensei."

She lay in shivering disappointment as I removed the various gadgets from her. Tears began flowing silently as I unzipped and removed her soft leather boots. It wasn't until I had her second wrist secured to her headboard by the straps I had installed earlier that she realized that something was going to happen. She almost choked on her sob of relief.

I waited until she was breathing normally then patted her on her legs, indicating for her to spread them again. This was a touchy time. The last time someone had been between them had been traumatic for her. I wondered if she would do it.

It took her a little time, but she did, smiling bravely up at me, offering me open access to her most private areas. I moved between her spread legs and knelt between them. I caressed the smooth skin of her thighs gently. I could feel her fear and I almost pulled back. I don't know why I kept on, but I did. I guess I didn't want to waste her courage, to mock it.

"Now it's your turn, Cricket," I said softly as I bowed my head and kissed that softest of skin on the inside of her thighs. Nothing more was said as I proceeded to bring her to heretofore unknown heights of ecstasy using only my tongue. She was screaming and thrashing her blonde tresses as she came over and over.

I started to remove her corset when she was sated, but she shook her head 'no', pleading with her eyes. I silently nodded my assent, then inserted into her cunt and asshole the larger sized appliances that had been custom made for her by the Rosen's. The diabolical ones. The ones that plugged into the wall and didn't wear down.

I tied her ankles to the footboard and left her corseted and spread-eagled for the night. She wouldn't get much sleep. I had programmed those big vibrators for 'simmer.' They would monitor her biofeedback and keep her at a fever pitch until they were turned off. About once an hour they would let her go over the edge, then they would keep her at that higher level until the next push to the next level. By morning she should be nearly crazy. Of course, she could get loose with a stiff pull on the ropes around her wrists but she wouldn't do it. I turned my attention to my next task, my Love.

Sally was weeping silently as I came in the room. I knew she was as unsure as I was of what she had asked me to do with Janey. I opened my fly and pushed my dick under her nose.

"Taste."

She did, hesitantly. She wasn't sure if I was rubbing it in or what. She jerked her head up in amazement as she realized she didn't taste cunt juice.

I leaned down to kiss her. "Taste," I said, smiling gently.

She kissed me gently, then, with the tip of her tongue, tasted her daughter's juices on my face.

"Forgive me, Master, for doubting you."

"You're forgiven. But I'm still going to use the crop on you tonight," I said with a wicked grin on my face.

Sally gasped at that reminder. I thought she got a little paler, too. As much as she sought the pain and submission, she still feared my inexperience. I hoped tonight would help her get over that fear.

I helped her kneel in front of the bench with it touching her ass. I then bent her backwards over the bench as she had been that first night. This time, however, I tied her wrists to her ankles under the bench. Her tits were prominently offered to my whims, as was her defenseless twat.

I started lightly, teasing the tips of her tits, flicking it with the end of the white crop, caressing them, almost. I laid a couple of light strokes quickly across her taut belly, warming the flesh there. Then I worked her shoulders to a ruddy glow, avoiding the super sensitive neck areas. Still, the numerous blows tantalizingly close to her face and neck made her shudder. Slowly, as I worked the tensions and pain and pleasure in her higher and higher, she realized I had not misplaced one single blow with the dangerous weapon. I felt her fears relax as she gave herself up to the pain and pleasure.

I led her down the path she desired, wringing cry after heart wrenching cry from her. Still she wanted more and harder from me. Her tits were blazing red, a mass of mottled color, but without a single welt or drop of blood. When she was maxed out and could go no higher, I stepped in front of her and with a vicious but calculated blow, I brought the crop up between her thighs to land on her swollen and throbbing cunt lips.

I thought she was going to break her back. I had been chasing and stirring the lights of her aura, teasing her and arousing her with the pain she sought. But this was like a super nova. I had never seen so bright a light from either her or Janey's auras. I played the crop off the sides of her inner thighs, as close to her crotch as I could get. I teased her with the pain, then I would deluge her with it. She slipped into a state of mind I don't think she knew existed. She was far beyond the singing stage that Bala talked about.

If I could not have seen her aura to help her, to watch her, I would have been terrified for her. As it was, I was able to sense her needs and guide her as she existed on that sensual plateau. Later, I lay beside her in bed as she dreamed, or whatever she did. She was so relaxed, yet so energized. I drifted off to sleep, Sally cradled in my arms.

I woke later to find her watching me with quiet eyes. There was no fear anymore, only love. I was her Master. I tossed and turned for the rest of the night, troubled by dark thoughts. I felt Sally's cool touch trying to sooth me.

I must have drifted off sometime during that short night, as I woke up alone, the first time in a long time. I remembered why I didn't like it. I also missed my morning blowjob by Janey, too, but then I remembered I had left her tied to her bed. Guess I couldn't blame her for not getting up, huh? Still, I wondered where Sally was.

I shaved and showered, again alone, so I finished in a lot less time. I missed shaving Sally. She was so appreciative of my attentions afterwards. I don't know which of us enjoyed doing that more.

I dressed and wandered into the kitchen. I was surprised to see Janey up and about, dressed and perky. After the night she must have had, I was amazed she could walk, but I guess they are right when they say that 'youth is wasted on the young.' She saw me come into the kitchen and her smile lit up the room. I caught her flying body in my arms as she threw herself at me.

"Ooooooh, thank you, Daddy!"

"I take it you had a good time?"

"Oh, God! I didn't know it could be so good! I mean, I've felt a little bit of it when you and Mom, uh, do stuff, but — Wow! Oh, yeah, speaking of Mom, what in the Hell did you do to her last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's like I was feeling great, you know, and then WHAMO, this tidal wave comes over the link, but it doesn't stop. It just kept coming and coming." She giggled at her pun. "But it didn't surge like usual, it just flowed, but not a lot. It's hard to describe."

I kissed her on the nose and gave her my Cheshire Cat grin.

"Oh, not going to tell me, huh?" she teased back. Then, seriously, "That's OK, Dad. She is incredibly happy. I enjoyed what we did, too," she blushed, "not just the licking part — but that was great! — but I liked wearing the corset and being tied up, too. It was a weird feeling, good, though. I didn't think I would like it, but I kind of, well, like, felt secure in it. I mean, I was as good as naked, but it felt good, not naughty."

"Well, you certainly looked naughty. Lusciously, deliciously naughty," I joked.

She giggled, then got serious again. It looked like that was the way the morning was going. "I don't think I'm ready for what you did to Mom," she said quietly.

"You don't know what I did, though, do you?"

"No, that's not what I mean. I meant I'm not sure I could handle how Mom felt. I don't know I would want to come back down. She's stronger than I am that way."

I hugged her even closer. "Just say the word and I will stop whatever it is you don't like or whatever it is you're afraid of, even if it's that you're afraid it is too good. I almost didn't do anything last night, you know. You were so scared, but so brave. I'm proud of you, kiddo."

This time it was her turn not to answer. She snuggled into my chest.

"Where is your Mom, by the way?"

"She left about an hour ago, just after she let me up. I didn't want her to but she was really serious. I wouldn't let her take off my collar, though. What's going on? She wouldn't tell me anything. She made a telephone call, then rushed out."

I reached behind her head and unsnapped her slave collar for her. She sighed as I slipped it into my pocket. We stood for a long time that way, a father and daughter. I could almost have believed we were a normal family, until I felt her tiny hand wend its way down to my jeans and unzip my fly.

"You didn't, uh, get any relief at all last night, did you, Dad." It was a statement.

"Guy's won't explode if they don't cum, Janey. Regardless of what your boyfriends tell you."

"Daaad! I don't have a boyfriend," she protested, a bit too strongly, I thought.

"Well, last night was for you and your Mom. I can wait."

"Well, this morning is for you," she quipped, as she wiggled out of my arms and down to her knees. She latched on to my cock with the full force of her mouth and began seriously sucking and bobbing. Even though she had been doing this on a daily basis, with her nearly naked and in my bed, this blowjob seemed sexier than any she had ever given me, with the exception of the first one. This time both she and I were fully clothed, and in the kitchen. It was somehow highly erotic, highly charged. I held off as long as I could but I blew into that luscious mouth in much too short a time. Janey didn't stop with one load, though. She seemed determined to drain me of all the excess build-up from last night.

Sally came in carrying a heavy canvas bag while her daughter was still busy on her knees. She stopped and looked at us and gave me a wry grin.

"Damn, I wanted to say 'thank you' first. She beat me to it."

"Uh, I think there'll be more when she's done, Love," I grinned back. I was amazed there was no jealousy between them. "I missed you this morning."

She looked appalled, as if she had made a serious miscalculation by leaving. "I, uh, I just, I..."

"It's OK, Love. I didn't mean anything by that. I just missed you and our time together. I wanted you to know."

She got all teary eyed and blubbery on me. For the second time that morning I had to catch a launched body, only this time I had a hot sucking mouth attached to my groin that hampered me. I managed.

Sally smothered my face and chest with kisses, then proceeded south. I don't know how she managed to dislodge Janey from her possessive sucking, but soon I recognized Sally's talented mouth on my shaft. I cracked open my eyes and saw Janey standing there, grinning at me.

"Feel better, now, Pops?"

"Pops?"

"Yeah! You shot off so quick this time, like you just 'popped', you know? So ... Pops!" She giggled at my responding growl.

I maneuvered my butt over to a chair and settled in it. With Sally on her knees, Janey busied herself with breakfast. No fancy cooking today. Today it was dry toast and yogurt. Only by wheedling could I get her to make the coffee.

Sally swallowed, then stood up. She still looked weepy. I guess she was still being whipsawed by the emotions from last night. She settled on my lap after carefully putting away my softening cock. She fed me breakfast as I held her. I could tell she needed to be held. But there was something else, too. She wasn't normally this serious.

Janey cleared the breakfast mess and we sat together in silence. When the last of the coffee was gone, Sally got up and lifted the heavy canvas bag onto the table. Unzipping it, she proceeded to set out two semi-automatic rifles, two very large caliber pistols and several dozen boxes of ammunitions for each weapon. Talk about breaking the mood!

"Done a little shopping, have you?" I quipped.

"You're going to be gone."

Damn that woman! How the hell did she know? I know for a fact I did not talk in my sleep. How?

"Only a couple of days."

"He was too confident last night."

She was referring to that cocky son-of-a-bitch, Gary.

"I noticed. You want to tell me exactly what you said to him to get him to leave?"

"Shit!"

We both turned to face Janey, who never used language like that. I raised my eyebrows in an unspoken question to her.

"You're talking about him, right? Gary?" We nodded. "God, I remember that night, what happened. I must have only been, what, 11? Anyway, she didn't say anything to him, Dad."

"Nothing?"

"Nope. Not a word. But we were patching bullet holes in the walls for months. She must have shot a hundred times."

I turned to Sally. "I thought you said you couldn't shoot?"

Janey chimed in before Sally could speak. "Oh, she can shoot. She just can't hit anything. She missed the bastard..."

"Janey! Watch your language!"

" ... every single time, except the last one that blew up his car. And you called him a 'bastard' yourself, Mom, along with some other choice names."

I sat in stunned silence. It takes incredible talent to miss that many times at such close range. I had seen her shoot. I had suspected she was too good to have been a novice, even if she had screwed up with the safety on my gun. My personal pistol was an unusual model so she may not have known where it was or how it operated. Regardless, I knew what it was like to be shot at. I knew why Gary had stayed away; up until now.

That didn't tell me why he was back; or if he had plans for Sally and Janey. He may have seen Janey's picture on TV after the attack. It could have stirred old feelings of revenge. I didn't know. I just knew there was some unfinished business and I hated loose ends. I had to tie things up.

I looked at the weaponry spread out on the table. Sally had selected well, if she was going to stop an elephant; or an enraged man. I also didn't think she intended to miss this time. I didn't intend to let it get that far.

I knew what it was to kill a man, what it did to you inside. In the course of my agency work, I had had to learn to kill. I had done it very well. Too well, for my taste, even if the targets had deserved it. Something inside of you dies each time you take a life, though, and there had been many times. Too many, but even once was too many when it came to killing — or dying. I did not want that to happen to Sally or, God forbid, Janey. I, myself, would avoid doing it again if I could. If I couldn't, well, that was a bridge to cross when I came to it.

"You can't stay here. He knows the house too well."

"I was going to take Janey to Mac and CeCe's place for a while."

I thought about that.

"Mac's out of town for a series in Seattle. CeCe works all over the area and couldn't be there all the time. I'd rather you go stay with Marion, my sister. She's just moved back into our folk's house and has plenty of room. Her court isn't in session right now and I know she'd love the company."

"I don't know her that well."

"My point exactly. Neither does Gary. He may know about your relationship to CeCe."

"Oh. Right. OK. Will she be OK with those?" She indicated the guns.

I grinned. "She can probably train you how to field strip them, although something tells me you know how already. There's a target range in the second basement, too. Oh, and have her show you her assault weapons collection."

"I thought she was a Federal Judge! Aren't those kinds of guns illegal?"

"Yeah, but the ATF and Secret Service only get really excited when you wave them around on the White House lawn. Some of the guns in the collection are mine, too."

She looked at me even more shocked.

"What, I can't have some toys... ?" I asked in mock exasperation.

After that there wasn't much to say. Sally and Janey packed and left. Just before they drove off, Sally hugged me goodbye.

"Be careful, Larry. Janey's right. He is a bastard; a ruthless and dangerous bastard."

Janey just squeezed me like she never wanted to let go. I felt the same way, but things had to be finished. I couldn't let that unknown threat stay out there. I had to at least know what the man was like.

When they were gone I made my way to a nondescript building in the center of the city. Most downtown city areas have one of these nondescript quiet structures, those buildings that look like offices, generally close to the municipal buildings, but no one actually knows anybody who works there. The buildings may have the first floor or two occupied by small shops to make the building look occupied, but the elevator buttons to the upper floors are disabled or missing.

The entry to the upper floors in this building was restricted to the underground garage, another part of the structure most people didn't remember being built. The entry to the garage was two blocks over, through the restricted parking garage under the city hall, so the general public never even saw it. Most city employees were too dull to notice the extra cars that disappeared through the locked automatic garage door on the second sublevel. The ones who weren't were usually too smart to ask questions.