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Rebecca's Revenge Episode 3 of 4 - The Pursuit of Stern By Constance Grant =========================================== Copyright (c) 1999 by Constance Grant Manasquan, NJ all rights reserved This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended. If it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T. =========================================== My thanks to HR Music for his wit and patience. Without his editing and suggestions, this would be a much poorer effort. Also thanks to Lacey Deveraux, of the sharp eyed Deveraux clan, for uncovering more lurking bugs. All of which would be unnecessary had this author been more skilful. Remaining errors are mine, the corrections were, well correct. Constance Grant =========================================== Do not forget little one, when one is given great gifts, a great price may be extracted. Demonology (1206) =========================================== Chapter 27 - Where the Hell Is Jennifer?" =========================================== Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are. Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) =========================================== After the bloody interrogations, we summarized our results. Using my laptop PC, I digitized the thirteen hours of audiotape containing Gunter and Goldman's responses. Then I wrote a macro that separated each answer as marked by Tina during the interrogation, converted it to text, and entered each into a database. Each record in the database now contained the text and original audio for each response, our comments, and the index structure to track and follow up future activity for each response. A flexible topic and content index structure was also created to aid in grouping and reconciling responses. Giles, Doc, and Tina spent their free time over the next day or so providing a question for each answer, and inputting association keys for each. Then I sent a copy of the entire database to Charlie Marsh on a DVD via courier, with instructions for his organization to systematically follow up. The objective was to expand our knowledge of the Cartel, and I hoped this effort would mark the beginning of its demise. The Russian mercenaries disposed of Gunter and Goldman's bodies. Under the direction of Charlie Marsh's European director, an elaborate scenario was created. Starting with the staging of a fatal autobahn accident, and culminating in complete public damnation of the two. It took the better part of four days to complete the database. At the end of each day we went upstairs, and scrubbed each other in the shower, hoping to rid us of Gunter and Goldman's stench forever. Even though we followed that with quality time in the hot tub, and after drying and lotion gratefully went to bed and to sleep, the stench lingered on. Each night my last conscious thought was "Where the hell is Jennifer?" Finally, on the fourth night following my rescue, Becky came to me in a dream. It was the first time we communicated since I was incarcerated, and was a seminal event in more ways than one. *** I halfway woke up some time during the night, and Becky walked through the portal. It is hard to describe, but as she sat on the bed next to me, I seemed to float to her, and I could feel her warmth and love. She stayed like that for the longest time as we mentally held hands and took strength from each other. Finally, she spoke, "My dear brother Nicholas, we haven't been able to speak, but I have been sharing your body and feeling what you felt all during the past few weeks - as always." "I am ashamed that you experienced that, I didn't behave very bravely - you certainly should never have been exposed to such degradation," I replied. "It can't affect me badly here, and you handled yourself well under the circumstances. Tina will help you recover your lost self-esteem, and you need to help her, as her wounds are deep. Be cheered, your love will be stronger for your trial." "I am really glad to be back with Tina, I was so worried that she might have been killed in the ambush." "I wish I could have told you she was safe, I could see that worry added to your agitation." "I almost despaired at times, I missed being able to visit with you." "You were so upset, and your body was experiencing so many new and unpleasant sensations. The constant erotic video and physical upheaval, constantly prevented communication." "But Becky, my mind was so roiled - and that's exactly when I needed to talk to you most" "You must learn to meditate Nicholas, to create a inner place of tranquility, even if you are in pain and all around you is in chaos. I will be able to visit you whenever you are in that quiet place, in fact you can call me to it." "I will search the net for a technique. Is it possible to warn me of ambushes in the future?" She answered "No," but I 'felt' a yes maybe in her eyes. "Do you have any idea where Jennifer is?" "Not really," but she showed me Jennifer sleeping in a bed - it was familiar. Yes, while I stayed at Sandra's clinic I was in that same room. Mom and dad stepped through the portal and we all spoke. I noticed again that Becky and I enjoyed a closer form of communication. I could feel unspoken concepts and images from her, subtle shades of meaning not present with dad and mom. No one will ever convince me that Becky and I didn't share my life, nor I suppose, will I convince anyone she does. "Son," dad said after a while, "you must find a another way to deal with your enemies short of cold blooded murder. You must refrain from killing them in cold blood. The universe permits killing in self-defense, the man you killed in the ambush was..." "What man? Who did I kill?" "You shot three men during the ambush, one was loading the RPG launcher, and the other two were firing handguns at your party. One died, the other two had minor wounds, but were distracted from firing long enough for Tina and Jennifer to escape. Those men were part of the whorehouse security, and Giles' men killed the surviving attackers during the assault on the whorehouse. Most of those deaths can be justified as self-defense. I'm talking about your order to kill all the men in Gunter's office, and Tina's murder of Gunter, Helga, and even Goldman. Those cannot be justified by a claim of self defense." "But dad, you must realize that the authorities would not have acted against them. They had years to close that place down. I know prostitution is legal in Germany, but their laws on child prostitution and murder are very strict. The authorities knew what was going on and refused to act! Goldman and Gunter both admitted that the responsible officials were being bribed, blackmailed, or suborned." "Nevertheless Nicholas, it is not your place to take their lives - you and Tina must find another way to render them harmless in the future. Please understand that their death is not important to the universe - all men die of something, sooner or later. The problem is what murder does to your being, your soul, and since she is linked to you, Becky's being - not to mention Tina's. During your mortal existence, it is not your charter to take life in that way. You must enlist others in authority to help punish those controlling the Cartel once you have located them. You alone do not have the right to murder them, if you ignore my warning, you will sink to their level - become what you despise. I don't want to see that." "Should I do nothing then?" "No, that is not an option now. They know you are fighting them - and they will step up their attempts to control or murder you. If they take over Hayes, evil will have another powerful tool, do not let that happen." "But you are tying my hands! Is my individual soul that important, when balanced against the destruction of the Cartel?" "It is to me Nicholas, yours, Becky's and Tina's are most important. You will find a way short of cold-blooded murder - think about it, there is much you can do. Talk about this with Tina - you will find a way." Mom said, "We never had a chance to share life, but I love you as if we had. Heed your father's advice; fulfill your destiny in life - so we all may be together here. Mom and dad exited through the portal after a short while, Becky delayed a moment longer, and as she left, she reminded me, "Learn to meditate, to create a quiet place where we can meet." *** I woke several hours later with Tina kissing me deeply, and judging by the sun it was well close to noon. I kissed her back and one thing lead to another. She began the mantra to prepare me to be penetrated, my body responded, as Puss was stimulated. She whispered, "Doc told me that Goldman only had a recently contracted case of gonorrhea, and the antibiotics he gave you should have nipped that in the bud, don't worry baby, just enjoy." It took a very long time as Tina penetrated bringing us just short of the point of no return, then slipping into a loving sixty-nine, and then penetrated me again to mutual orgasm. We kissed some more, touching each other in new places. When I was clearly ready, she switched mantras and begged to be penetrated, my blood was boiling, and I fucked her hard and heavy - as if we hadn't made love in a year. Exhausted and satisfied we lay locked in an embrace, panting and breathless. After a while, we showered and dressed, and I told Tina we were flying back to Nyack as soon as possible. I called the office and they made all the necessary arrangements, Giles wanted us to travel in separate limos, but we refused - even though we admitted that it made sense. From now on, we vowed we would not allow ourselves to be separated, dying together if necessary. We made sure we were armed too, at the airport, reluctantly leaving the guns in the limo, with one of the men based in Germany. Shortly after take off, and after two glasses of Champaign Tina slept; I couldn't sleep and attacked the work I had brought, finishing about ten inches of it by the time we approached Newark's landing pattern. While I worked, I forced thoughts of butt plugs and enemas from my mind, but once I put the work away, they came back with a vengeance. For the final twenty minutes I read a book on meditation, it advised deep regular breathing and channeling my thoughts to a beautiful place by a waterfall. I was to imagine the surrounding fauna and the sound of water splashing in the waterfall. It helped to push my carnal desires from conscious thought, but Becky didn't appear. Heaven and earth would be moved in the days to come, and our bodyguards and we were issued permits to carry weapons everywhere we customarily traveled - even on aircraft. But for this trip we were picked up in three limos with nine of Giles' armed men in sight and with others hidden, following or at times leading. Tina and I traveled together in one of the limos, but in traffic it would be difficult to keep track of which one. Giles did not drive our limo, to further confuse an attack. Paranoid? After my recent experience, I sure didn't think so! In the limo, I told Tina of Becky's visit. After thinking a minute she said, "That makes sense, your subconscious must have put it together as you slept." I didn't believe that for one minute, but I didn't argue, nor did I have time to mention dad's message. Our first stop after the florist was Sandra's clinic. We didn't call ahead, but Sandra saw us almost immediately. Without my telling her, she drew several vials from each of us saying, "I will scan for disease as well as your hormone levels." She was clearly flustered when I asked to see Jennifer; her eyes told the story that her lips didn't. Even I picked up on that. I said quietly, "Sandra, I'll tell her you tried and couldn't stop us, I know she is here." I punched the button on my PCS to signal Giles, and as planned, he brought in the flowers. Sandra led us to Jennifer's room to find Charlie Marsh snoozing in a chair, but holding her hand. Jennifer had a large geodesic like globe surrounded her head, connected to a brace on her shoulders with a dozen or more screws entering her scalp holding her head in place. I found out later that the brace was actually screwed to her shoulder blades. However, she was awake and saw us immediately. Squeezing Charlie's hand, she waited until he looked up to say, "See, I told you, once they got together again it wouldn't be long." I just smiled and asked, "How long has this been going on?" For the first time ever, I saw Jennifer blush. We leaned over her bed and kissed her hands and arms (her head was inaccessible) saying all the stupid things people say when reunited after a tragedy. I patted the bed next to Jennifer while looking at Charlie, he took the hint and we alternated gently squeezing and holding Jennifer. I looked at Tina and she nodded, I said, "In case you are interested, you have our permission to get married." They both blushed; I couldn't believe my eyes. Sandra came in after only a few minutes and said with a smile, "This is a pretty good day for you Jennifer, your first day fully awake and now the kids are home. I'm going to have to chase them out; the monitors indicate you need to rest. I have something here to help you." She attached another bag to the tree and it began to drip into Jennifer's intravenous metering device. When Jennifer drifted off to sleep, we walked outside the room with Charlie following. He said, "You know you have to forget you saw her for quite awhile." We nodded, "She will be here up to another month, until her skull is fully mended. For weeks we didn't know if she would make it, because spinal fluid kept building up in the brain, but the indications are looking good now. When she leaves here, I will take her somewhere safe while she fully recovers, when you have neutralized the worst of the threats we will come home to Nyack." Then he gave us a warm smile and embraced us, "You kids are smart, but don't get swelled head heads, Jennifer and I were married the day after Mike's funeral." "No shit!" We said in unison. Then we both kissed him, on a different ear, together, saying as if we had rehearsed it, "Hi dad. Welcome to our family." He gave us each a fatherly kiss on our foreheads, accompanied by a long bear hug. One of Sandra's nurses interrupted us with a cough, "Miss. Becky Hayes?" "Yes," I answered, laughing. "Dr. Peters would like to see you in procedure room two, please follow me." Once in the procedure room, Sandra gave me a fresh set of implants saying, "You guys are free of the obvious and easily detected diseases, but it will be a month before we rule out everything. I might need another blood sample from you both." Her face broke out in a grin, "Say in week, or so, I'll call the office in Manhattan to make an appointment, so everyone knows why you are here." Before we left the clinic, Charlie called us into a small conference room. "I looked over the data base record of Gunter and Goldman's interrogation. I've assigned a dozen men to follow up and see what we can find to support their assertions. Do you believe what they told you? "Yes, I don't think Goldman was lying. Once he cracked it all flowed out of him like a sewer. I felt he was being completely candid. Gunter may have held some details back, but again I believe him." Tina responded. "How about you Becky?" "It all hung together in a logical way, with the pressure Goldman was under I doubt if he was lying. Tina is very good at reading men, if she says they were truthful, I believe her." "Okay, on another subject. The database we found in Stern's London flat, with the names of the various fetish club members, agrees almost entirely with the information you extracted. We found another computer in Goldman's Rome offices, and we accessed it with the same password you gave me for the London computer. While the Rome database had a dozen or more names, it had all the names you extracted from Goldman. I agree the information he gave us is largely accurate. I have updated your database with all of our new information, I will copy it to another DVD and send it to you by courier." "How many people have copies of this data now?" I asked with a sick feeling in my stomach. "Just me, I did all the updating personally. You will have to excuse the typos, I use two ham handed fingers." "That's okay, I was worried the Cartel might get their hands on that database. How about Stern, has he showed his face yet?" Tina asked. "Yes, he was spotted leaving his Paris apartment. He is growing a beard and my man on the scene didn't recognize him, so he got away. It was only after the photographs of the apartments visitors were analyzed that he was identified." "Do you have that picture?" I asked. "Yes, wait a second." Charlie looked into his attache case. "Here you go, the new Stern. Quite a fashion plate, isn't he?" I looked at the half dozen eight by tens of a dapper looking man, then I said, "Charlie this is the same man that attacked Kyle and I on the Palisades Parkway years ago. He has a little less hair, and the beard isn't as mature - but those eyes. I'm sure he is the same man." "You were pretty young then, are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." I answered "Charlie, he's one of the man who tortured me. He and Goldman are the ones that egged Mike on; there is no doubt in my mind. I wish I didn't, but I remember it all now." Tina said. "Do you think he has been warned we are looking for him? I asked. "Yes, he hasn't been doing any of his normal duties. He hasn't shown at any board meeting or office since the whorehouse raid. That isn't unprecedented, the background checks we have made uncovered he has dropped out of sight for months at a time, unfortunately he has always reappeared." We talked a little more, and then headed home to Nyack. ============================================ Chapter 28 - Home Again ============================================ It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite. S?ren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) ============================================ That first night home we went to bed early, I was tired and was asleep shortly after our bath. In fact, I lay down while Tina was opening the windows a bit, and was asleep before she joined me in bed. I woke shortly after sunrise to her sweet kiss, and we just lay in bed cuddling. We were wearing short nighties, and Tina began idly stroking Puss, she rolled me over on my side and touched my hole. It was electric and my muscles reacted involuntarily, "I know what you are going through, I have been fighting it for years." "It still bothers you after all this time?" "Yes at times, I suppressed the compulsion for years, basically for two reasons. One was that I associated it with guilt and pain, very much like I rejected penetration by your penis at first. The second was that you hadn't been exposed to those sensations; most men are during adolescence, either by homosexual acts or accidentally while making love. I was with you the whole time you were an adolescent which kept you from accidental relations with men, and I was careful how I touched you, no anal stimulation." "I never had any sexual interest in men, I find still that kind of contact utterly repulsive - even now - especially now, after they fucked me and made me a accomplished cocksucker." "Didn't it feel okay when they had one man fuck your butt, and they made you suck another man?" "Oh Christ! Were you watching, did you see any of those tapes?" "No, but I know how it's done. I'm sure not proud of it, but they made me do it too. With boys like you... well, that's what their clients want from them, that and you fucking their butts. Heck, you know, they showed you all the tapes. If we hadn't rescued you, after a few months you would have been in high demand." She gave me a little rueful smile, that said, 'I've been there.' I shook my head no, but she nodded yes and held my hand, continuing, "Becky, I never understood why they wanted to, but when I was going through it all some men wanted was to fuck me in my ass. Others wanted to shove things in it and fuck me. Some demanded to have two or three men fuck me at the same time. That was even after Helga forced me to learn how to control my vaginal muscles. I'm glad I know how, because my vagina gives you," she smiled, "and me so much pleasure. But believe me, Helga's training was brutal. I think that's why I murdered her, as she turned away from me I felt that physical pain again. She got off on training whores, turning innocent children into sex slaves - she just would have just found somewhere else to work, and do those horrible things to other young girls. There were long term physical effects from that training, after the way Helga made me control those muscles, my period was never right, and I probably can't have children without extraordinary care." "Don't worry, when the time comes we will have children together. Science will help us, and Sandra tells me your eggs are normal. We'll have lovely children, you just wait and see." "I hope so, it would be a shame to have all this money and be denied our most basic desire. Anyway, I found that the only way I could bear people violating my body was to pretend one of them loved me, preferably a woman. Otherwise, it just hurt - and was degrading and disgusting. It's my shame, God help me, but there were times when the depravity became pleasurable. After Jennifer rescued me, she saw to it that I received therapy. The doctor made me realize it was all about the bastards' absolute power over me. The physical satisfaction they received was almost secondary. They got off on degrading me, especially perverts like Goldman and Stern." "I'm so sorry those things were done to you, every time they did something to me I would think 'they must have done this with Tina, I will survive this, somehow I'll kill them all and get back to her.' Now I wonder if that was just an excuse, I didn't fight very hard." "How many times did they tie you to the horse? Then they would lower it so your knees were bent and leave you for hours with a cock gag in your mouth. I bet all you had to do to make them stop was beg to suck somebody's cock and then for them to fuck you in the ass." "Only six or seven times, but I knew after the first time, I would eventually have to give in. They always played a tape for me while I was tied to the horse about people tied up, being whipped, and all sorts of hurtful things. I told myself I didn't want to condition myself to accept pain as pleasure so I gave in. Hell, I'm not even sure if they just played those sadistic tapes just to give me a rationalization to give in." "Probably a little of both, after a few years they probably would have made a serious effort to get you into the S&M scene as a submissive. It's very profitable for the house, but they burn up the submissive ones fast, and always need new ones." "Christ, and people call prostitution a victimless crime." "Yeah right, I bet after you gave in and sucked the one guy and he butt fucked you, that they brought someone else in the next day and made you blow him while the first guy fucked your ass. The second guy probably had a monstrous cock too." "Yes that's exactly what they did, but I had Helga under me playing with my breasts and things. It made it bearable, but now it makes me very ashamed." "See we aren't all that different. I needed that thought too; for God's sake don't be ashamed, you survived. Say, how the hell did you get Helga to do that?" "Christ this is pretty bad, please don't be upset, I really wasn't being unfaithful. I noticed she lingered over my breasts at times when she dried me after my shower. From the beginning I made our, yours and mine, relationship seem very innocent. Just two sisters, I told her we did no penetration or sixty-nine. I thought if she thought I was very inexperienced, she would slow down the pace of training - give me time before things got gross. Well it didn't work that way, the first night Helga tied me to a support and gagged me when I moved and cried out as she gave me my first enema. Christ it was the first one I ever had. Then she plugged me, wrapped my cock like a mummy in gauze, and locked me in rubber panties with a padlock. She said that she did that because I squirted a little on her hand as she removed the enema plug each time. But there was more, even though my innocent act didn't slow down the program, I think corrupting me attracted her to me sexually. I seduced her and slowly got her to do things for me. It didn't buy me much in the end; in fact, I probably outsmarted myself. I didn't know what splitting was, I just figured Goldman had a monster cock like Snake and intended to fuck my hole with it. I didn't know he had a puny cock, and planned to put a plastic sleeve over it to increase its thickness. Hell it even had ribs to cut and open my hole." "Boy, do I ever know. It was months after Stern did me like that before I could poop without pain, I was just thirteen then, and I can still feel his violation. How did you get Helga to help you?" "The whole time I was there I pretended not to speak German, right at the beginning it paid off as I heard Goldman instruct Gunter that I was not to be visibly hurt. He even told him to make my hole supple but not to stretch it too much; the bastard wanted to do that himself. He restricted Helga to medium butt plugs and enemas, the guy he had fuck my hole had a long cock, but it wasn't very thick. The guy Snake was a whole other story, he was enormous, and the thought of him fucking me terrified me. I was afraid Goldman had a cock like his and would fuck my hole with it. I talked Helga into letting me have bigger plugs in me at night to get me ready for Goldman. She did, even though she was directly told not to. It was very uncomfortable at night for the last two weeks, but I could have taken Snake's cock without serious damage by the time Goldman arrived. It was all in vain as that sleeve Goldman planned to use would have ripped me horribly regardless." Tina kissed me, "You used your head, and resisted, I'm proud of you. Hell we are only human and can only act on what we know." "I guess we are human, I did a lot of things, and some of the depravity was pleasurable. Christ, does that mean I'm going to end up like Mike?" "Actually Mike wasn't evil by himself, when we were alone he never touched me sexually, he even saw to it I was well educated. He spent a lot of money on me; I know he felt very guilty for what he did when Goldman and Stern were there. I'm sure they were blackmailing Mike with something unspeakable, Goldman told me in Germany that he didn't know what, that Stern held the evidence. Goldman and Stern did the truly awful things to me, and they goaded Mike into taking my cherry when I was eleven. Mike was on drugs and half drunk at the time. I didn't even have breasts then, and the first time he was in my pussy, Goldman's cock was up my ass and Stern's large cock was in my mouth. That was how I lost my virginity. It was so damn traumatic that my mind suppressed that memory until very recently. The night Mike died I was just fifteen, it was Goldman who split me again with the plastic sleeve; they killed Mike earlier because he refused to do something they demanded, I don't know what. When the bastards finished with me, they put the sleeve on Mike's cock and laid him on top of me. After they left, they called the cops from the parkway. I was so traumatized I couldn't move out from under his dead body, hell I don't even think I tried, to be truthful I think I was hiding there. How gross is that? Everybody assumed Mike did that to me because I was found alone with him on top of me. That whole horrible night is another memory my mind suppressed for years. Goldman told me in Germany that he called the tabloids and gave them a distorted story, he has always hated Jennifer; the bastard couldn't stand the thought of a woman in control. I believe Mike actually kept me with him to keep me out of the whorehouse. Even though Mike rented me full time, they wouldn't sell me to him, and Gunter insisted that I return to the whorehouse two or three days a month for training. Mike had to keep me plugged at night, if he didn't my hole would tighten up and my monthly 'training' sessions would be unbearable, if you don't take regular enemas that much plugging is intolerable. It's damned if you do, and goddamned if you don't. That many enemas can cause real health problems too, but I was very lucky no permanent damage was done. But in answer to your question, no you won't. I will not let you become depraved. We will do things together, share our feelings openly, and not let unspeakable secret desires build up. Desires that build up until you must seek others to satisfy them, or go crazy - or both. After what we have been through, we have to realize that we can trust each other, share our feelings no matter how bizarre, and do whatever is necessary for the other." I snuggled for the longest time as we reaffirmed our love; finally, about seven we bathed and dressed. In the hot tub, Tina told me she could hardly wait, but she had a surprise for me before dinner. I didn't bring up dad's message to me, I wasn't sure I wanted to burden her with it. Whatever she did to Helga, Gunter, or Goldman, in my mind, she had more than ample justification! We started working about eight, and had brunch brought up about ten. A courier picked up the work I had completed about three, and dropped off several inches of new stuff. Tina handled the many necessary phone calls, and attended meetings using the video conferencing installed on our PCs. Occasionally I would join in, but mostly I did the analytical stuff and Tina handled the people. Technically, I was in charge, but we worked together, we played to our strengths - without discussion or conscious thought. Mrs. Hammer brought up sandwiches and coffee about four, and we took a short break. As the afternoon wore on I missed the full feeling of the plug, and wistfully my mind drifted to the warm feeling of an enema, I had to remind myself where I was and focus on my work. We worked until five when Tina stood behind me kissed my ears and neck saying, "I can't wait any longer Becky, I need this as badly as you. Let's go into the bedroom and explore a different aspect of our loving." From our closet Tina took out a large box and opened it, showing me a large selection of sex toys and saying, "I purchased these in Germany before the raid, against the chance you were in the whorehouse. If you were, I suspected that I knew what they had done to you, and figured these might help when we were together again. Now let's use these in a loving way, with no hint of coercion, to reinforce our love. I have secretly dreamed about doing this with you - now, not only can we, but I think we should. Are you game?" My heart leaped, "God yes, what's first?" Once again dear readers, skipping to the next line of from here might be wise. For those of you uninterested in the erotic minutia, be satisfied with the knowledge that Tina and Becky did cope, and became closer in the process. For those hearty readers curious as to exactly how Becky and Tina coped with their newfound sensitivities, read on. CG "We give each other a cleansing enema, start to dress for dinner I asked for it to be ready by seven, then, hell just follow the leader. Next time, you should be the leader." I was excited, Tina was too as she unpacked the bags and things her hands were shaking in anticipation. After everything was unpacked and stored in a lockable drawer, we put all the packaging material back in the big box. Tina giggled, "We will have to dispose of this ourselves somehow, we can't have everybody talking." The enema equipment was better made then the whorehouse's, for instance the nozzle and expanding plug assembly was made nicer although the football valve to the inflation bulb was the same. Also, the water hose connection fit flat without a bulky valve, the self-sealing fitting on the long hoses was easily removed from the plug, and the butt plug/nozzle assembly sealed itself too. The plug/nozzle assembly's shape was more like quality butt plugs then the house's kludgy one. Tina looked offering me a nozzle/plug assembly shyly saying, "Do me first." We filled the bags with warm water, let it flow through the nozzle to clean the bags and tubing, and then I detached the hoses from the plug/nozzle. Tina then bent over the vanity moving her butt seductively and touching her breasts, which hung in the sink. I squirted lubricant in her hole and on the nozzle spreading it with my surgical rubber clad fingers, as I probed her hole little muscle spasms told me of her desire. The nozzle was only half inch thick, but it could expand to almost three inches thick toward the tip. It was designed to pull it into the hole as it expanded until stopped by the wide soft outer shoulder. I slid it in to Tina and she shivered as it went in, "Mum, that feels good." I pumped it up until it was securely held in place, the inner expansion forming a watertight seal, and then I removed the bulb. When Tina stood up it wasn't visible, she turned around saying, and "You're going to love this, this is so much nicer then I remember, my turn." I bent over the sink as she had, and Tina did me. It was really a nice unit, but Tina doing it made it beautiful and not at all degrading, I stood up and she giggled, "Where did it go lover? I can't see it, is it there?" "You know it's there, and exactly how it feels." We filled the bags to the quart line, less than half of what Helga insisted on, and added the special liquid soap. We let a little flow through the fitting to get the air out of the hose, then spread a large red towel on the floor and lay facing each other. We each took a hose fitting, fumbled a bit inserting it into the plug, but then the warm water began flowing into us. We held each other and Tina worked pussy over Dickey. "Now that's the way this should be done." I said with satisfaction. "Mum hum." She just held me quivering a little, we let out little moans as momentary cramps developed. Tina looked up at the bags saying, "They are empty now, let's disconnect the hoses now, and put a few things on while the solution works." The fittings worked perfectly and not a drop leaked as we stood up. Back in the bedroom Tina gave me one of my loose fitting silk slips that were to be worn under a merry widow, as I put mine on she put one on too. "Recognize this lover?" She was holding the merry widow I wore for our wedding reenactment. "See, it looked so sexy on you I decided to get one too. I'll help you with yours." Once mine was laced, I did hers. We looked in the mirror and kissed, saying as one, "You are hot!" Then she put my silk stockings on. Kneeling to fasten the garters, she fumbled a bit, but I didn't mind as she was sucking on Dickey. All the while, the enema wouldn't let us forget it was there. I did her stockings with my tongue softly caressing her clit, fumbled more than she, but received no rebuke. Then we put on three-inch heels, after sneakers all day they emphasized our femininity. We stood together looking in the mirror, this merry widow was so smooth and comfortable, it had soft bra cups that hugged your tits. They were not open, leaving you hanging without support for greedy male hands, as the whorehouse's hand me down was - that monstrosity that I wore almost full time for a week. Tina started to fondle my breasts through the soft stretchy material, and my body lit up, we stood facing each other gently milking each other's nipples with our fingers. Every so often, a little enema cramp would momentarily cause a little tighter squeeze. It was sublime, Tina noticed the clock, and we went to the toilets to relieve our selves. Sitting on the low toilet in heels always seemed awkward to me, but not today as I looked at Tina enjoying the same sensations as I, our knees high, quivering a little. Even this was nicer and mess free, flipping a little valve on the plug released the air slowly. I didn't want to mess my stockings, so I did what Helga's punishment failed to achieve, the plug came out without any mess at all. We waited on our own toilets looking at each other, and evacuated together, waiting until we were drained. We wiped ourselves thoroughly with antibacterial towels. Standing we cleaned the nozzles, shyly Tina handed me hers and took mine saying, "I want yours in me for the rinse, do you mind?" "God no, it will be exciting to put yours in me." I kissed the tip of hers briefly. Then we inserted them into each other again and inflated them. Filled the bags again and added the nice smelling rinse concentrate. This time Tina mounted me, as I lay flat on my back with pussy engulfing Dickey - he had been rock hard ever since Tina first whispered her plan, and then we let the fluid flow in. A whole new range of sensations swept over us. I remembered how vulnerable I felt as the bride after reenacting our wedding ceremony. Tina had lustfully 'penetrated' me on the hard wood floor, but this time the water flowing in emphasized the feeling. The smooth but constricting merry widow and Tina's weight magnified the fullness. Tina controlled the flow into her by leaning over me one second and then sitting up straight, her vagina began to spasm as it contracted with her first orgasm. My high heels slipped on the tile floor as I tried to push myself into her, adding to my sense of sweet vulnerability. "Don't cum now baby, wait." Easier said then done with her massaging my breasts and her vagina gripping Dickey, but I managed to wait. We got to our feet and Tina said, "Let me arrange something." She put a flat wire strainer over the water in the bowl, "Now sit on the toilet baby, I think you will really like this." She released the air pressure on my plug saying, "Don't push, hold it in for as long as you possibly can," as she mounted Dickey and holding my shoulders firmly. It was a difficult position for her, but she began to ride Dickey front back, up and down, as I encouraged her by kneading her breasts. I began to build up to an orgasm, all the while holding the water in, until I just couldn't. I simultaneously exploded into her, and into the bowl releasing the pressure in a rush of water. I felt her vagina grip me as never before, milking me as she moaned with a powerful orgasm of her own. We hugged each other, as she gradually regained her breath and I released all the water. Still Dickey was hard as a rock. We removed my plug from the wire mesh. I released her valve letting the air out, but didn't remove the plug, and Tina sat down. I stood above and behind her straddling the bowl, and leaned over to kiss her lips and cup her breasts milking the nipples as she touched her pussy, as I built up my rhythm she built up hers until she climaxed, popping her plug with a rush of water. There was surprisingly little mess, what little there was we cleaned up quickly. Washing and putting away the enema equipment in its lockable dresser draw. Tina then held up two inflatable butt plugs, "Shall we?" "Sure, whose first?" "Me, I can't wait." There was a catch in her voice as she said it. "Let's lay down on the bed, I'll put it in as nicely as I can." This butt plug was a superior product, firm but soft, with no sharp edges, or mold marks to chafe sensitive skin. They were shaped like a traditional plug, a little over five inches in length, an inch thick at the widest unexpanded, expanding by more than two inches in both thickness and length when pumped up. The shaft where the sphincter muscle would grip expanded to a little more than a half inch. I used the glove to insure my nails didn't hurt her tender skin, not really for fear of germs. We lay on the bed hugging, reaching behind her I put lubricant in her hole and on the plug, then I inserted my index finger slowly into her hole, massaging it and making sure it was evenly coated with lube. It was incredibly erotic as she molded herself into me, with our merry widows, and silk stockings emphasizing our shapes as we touched. I teased her with two fingers finally inserting the plug, in a little, then out a little, then in, back and forth until it was fully seated. "Was that nice baby?" "Mum, yes that is how that should be done, now please inflate it a little." "Tell me when to stop." There was a little pressure indicator on the bulb I could feel, and Tina said to stop when it was a little over half way. I lay next to her and we kissed for several minutes as her body adapted to it, its hard firmness is a different feeling from the enema, especially as you realized it might be there for hours. Then Tina put on a glove, fingered me with even more gentleness, inserted mine, Dickey was actually vibrating as Tina pumped it up slowly. I kissed her saying, "Okay, that's very good." We put on soft panties, not too tight, but enough to hold Dickey up close to my belly. We got off the bed moving a little gingerly as the plug moved inside of us, these didn't hurt as they were snug but not too large, large enough so that you knew they were there though. Especially when you walked or sat, they changed your gate in heels, and I noticed Tina's hips moved in a much more pronounced way. She commented mine did too. Very Hot! "Let's put on something sexy for dinner, I think these will be very nice." She held up two earth colored dresses with long full skirts and short selves. We donned satin full slips and stepped into our dresses, the material was very soft and slightly elastic. The effect was to emphasize our shapes while the high neck, half sleeves, and long full skirt still gave us a modest look. Tina was devastatingly sexy in hers. There was a feeling of identity with each other such as I never felt before. We had a secret known only to us, we were identically dressed feeling the same sensations, we complimented each other and in every way. From that time, we moved and thought as one, it was a bond closer than Becky and I shared as twins. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Note: Proceed to the next line, if you really want no minutia. CG Everybody on the staff at Nyack was glad to see us home, and we were glad to see them. We decided to institute a custom of everyone eating together. Over the coming months we had a second dining room built out of what was the men's after dinner smoking area. When we had outside guests we would eat in the main dining area which was not as elegant as the new, for the next few months though we all ate together in the main dining room. After dinner we went to the combat firing range, we assured ourselves that we could complete it with high scores even in dresses, heels, and plugs. One thing was clear; Tina was in much better physical condition then I. The poor food and lack of exercise while I was in the whorehouse had eroded my fitness. Tina kissed me saying we would fix that. Back in our room, Dickey became hard as a rock, but Tina fixed that too as Dickey pleasured pussy. We removed the plugs deciding to sleep without them. It was over a week later when we felt the need to play with toys again, as our loving excursion on the wild side was far more satisfying for us then being coerced. I couldn't think of a way to improve on the giving of the enemas, and the merry widows were perfect to emphasize the feelings while leaving essential parts accessible. But once the butt plugs were in place we put on forty's style long tight girdles and long sheath dresses over long slips and sheer nylon stockings. The dresses were relatively stiff white satin and rubbed erotically on our nipples through the second skin material of our bra cups - making them strain against the supple material. Those dirty books Helga made me read occasionally were good for something. Before going down for dinner we danced for an hour to the sounds of romantic big bands. The plugs felt trapped within our bodies as our legs and cheeks were glued together by the firm girdle, the old-fashioned seamed nylon stockings were an erotic touch encased in the long slip and skirt. After an hour we were more than glad to go down to dinner and rest our three-inch heels adorned feet. But here again the tight skirt and high heels encouraged us to sit leaning to one side, very seductively and the plugs were very noticeable - but only to us. Of course with everyone there, we couldn't give the slightest indication of our building passion. After dinner, we tried our hand at the combat course again, and while I was in better shape this week our mobility was severely degraded - the slit on the skirts was only up to the knees, and our thighs were glued together by the long girdle. Not to mention, holding the guns in front of us with both hands seriously teased our breasts and nipples. Once back in the bedroom, we lay on the bed head to feet, giving each other much needed calf to foot massage. We talked of how eager we were to make love, but did not hurry the massage. After hours the girdle was so restricting that our hands had little room to maneuver in Puss or pussy's private territory, so as we finished our foot massage our other body parts felt deprived. We moved so that we were sitting with our legs folded under us, and embraced. We sat there, just kissing and teasing our breasts, telling each other how our butts, Puss, pussy, and Dickey needed attention. We found our breasts definitely created newfound feelings of pleasure as we teased each other. We had to pee and that undeniable need finally caused us to undress to widows and nylons, but even with that urgency, we took our time. Peeing was a pleasure and after washing and powdering, we donned long nightgowns over our widows and nylons, and went to bed. I had a tent in front with a pre-cum stain spreading. We solved that with an eager session of sixty-nine, Tina made her first request of the night, "Please wait, I want you to cum in pussy." Then she truly expertly loved Dickey, such sweet hell, and as she licked and sucked, the plug took on a life of its own. Of course, from her squirming and moans, pussy was bringing her to the brink, and then over - I hoped the insulated walls of our room contained her cries of ecstasy. I envied her ability to continue after a short rest, and we did. This time I was on top, conventional missionaries, but with a difference. I was in such a state of excitement after the building tension of the evening, I couldn't come for the longest time, I stroked in and out, deep strokes conscious of my plug, feeling hers when I was deep inside her. As I built up frequency it was as if a dam was about to break, pussy was so wet and slippery even Tina's powerful vaginal muscles couldn't grasp Dickey. Then I came in a torrent, and she came, and came. We were so exhausted, we lay clutching each other, and she wouldn't let me withdraw. She was breathing as hard as I was for several minutes; later as our breathing became normal, she was kissing me as we fell asleep. In the morning I was glued to her and still inside. It wasn't easy, but I lifted her into the shower that way, and laughing we became unglued under the warm water. We removed the plugs, widows, and nylons under the shower too. It wasn't for almost three weeks that we brought the toys out again; in the meantime, we had almost daily conventional (for us) pleasure. We were pleased the new games hadn't preempted our normal pleasures. I didn't forget about learning to meditate either, and Becky visited me whenever I succeeded reaching my 'quiet place.' ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ============================================== Chapter 29 - Preparing the Field ============================================== Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. E. M. Forster (1879-1970) =============================================== We were working in our computer/sitting room just a week after our second exploration of our new toys, E+9 (9 days since our first time) we joked. Reggie, Chef Robert's sous-chief, brought up our lunch and we took a break. We were still in exercise outfits, having been roped into several emergency videoconferences before we could get to the gym. We put on necklaces and designer jackets while the cameras were on, so I'm sure no one realized how we were actually dressed. While we were finishing our soup I mentioned, "You know the meetings today are the sort of thing Fredrick or Marsha normally handled for Jennifer." "Yes I know, but they gave their notice two weeks ago while I was preoccupied - it was in a stack I didn't act on or read closely. Somebody from New York, Harry Johnson I think, called and told me about it, but we raided Gunter that day. I didn't follow up to make sure they stayed, in fact, I forgot about them until you just mentioned them." "We either have to get them back or find replacements." "How the hell can we replace them, they were Jennifer's assistants for fifteen years. Nobody has the insight into the company they do, except Jennifer of course. I really screwed up this time." Tina said with a frown. "Don't worry about it, let's fix it. Any idea where they live?" "Why don't you access Jennifer's address book, their home phones, bios and addresses must be in there." I linked to Jennifer's PC and retrieved their phone numbers and addresses. I recognized the address; they had condos in the same building as our Manhattan condo. Out of curiosity, I checked the history of the building and found 'Hayes Holding' owned the building. Outside of a few long-term rent control residents, it was populated with 'Hayes Holding's' key people, plus a few guest apartments for official visitors. "Okay, we know where they are, now what do we say?" I asked. "Look further, Jennifer must have given them gifts and made notes about them over the years." "Okay, here it is - let me calculate her password for today. Okay, damn - that Jennifer sure is a piece of work. Listen to this, she has several first editions here in the house that Frederick was hot for; apparently he threatened to quit on a regular basis. Yeah, she says he has no real need for a raise, I guess not his salary was two hundred thousand, plus all benefits, he still gets half in retirement, he's a widower, two married children, and lives alone. Let's see - the perpetual use of the apartment was a gift on his twentieth anniversary with the company. Hum, that's an interesting tax treatment. Yes, here is Marsha; she has the same basic deal, except her salary was two-fifty. Jennifer remarked that she has a handicapped brother she cares for as the reason for the differential. She also supports her significant other, Brenda West. Marsha likes original Wyeth's, and Jennifer always gave her one when she placated Frederick. Look here, Jennifer has four in the attic air-conditioned safe - just in case, they must be worth several hundred thousand. The first editions are up there also. Jennifer didn't want to let those two loose either. Okay people person, what do we do now?" "Let's call and ask to see them, lets see, ask them to meet with us together in one of their apartments, they should feel secure there, or ours if they balk at that. I think we should first ask to see them together, so that one doesn't think we are going behind their back." "Sounds good to me, your call or mine?" "You call Marsha and I'll call Frederick." To make a long story short we met in Marsha's apartment, and as soon as we got there, she called Frederick. We were introduced to Brenda and Steveie her brother, Brenda was a lovely young woman in her early thirties, from the chemistry between Marsha and she, their romance was still going strong. Brenda took a reluctant Steveie into his bedroom to play, she was very patient with him, and he seemed to return her affection. A few minutes later Frederick arrived, and I 'buzzed' Giles on the PCS phone, signaling him to bring up the 'bribes.' In the meantime, they asked about Jennifer's disappearance. Tina changed the subject adroitly, telling them about the effort to rescue me, where I was, and some of why. She mentioned Goldman's hatred of Jennifer, omitting mention of his direct involvement or his capture by us. Frederick asked, "Why did you leave Germany while Jennifer is still missing?" I replied, "We didn't, and I can't say more." Frederick and Marsha looked at one another and Marsha asked with a sly grin, "How are things going for you at Hayes?" Tina replied, "Better now that Becky is here to help, at least Jennifer's mail is being read and processed, and I handle most of the necessary phone calls and videoconferences. It really takes both of us to fill in for Jennifer, but still we are like salmon swimming up stream - and have come bearing gifts." As if on cue Giles rang the front door, and carried in the Wyeth, while Jake Peters, who was riding shotgun today, reverently brought in the first edition. They put the pieces down on a coffee table and left. Tina continued, "Regardless of your decision, these are yours unconditionally, Jennifer had marked them for you." They eagerly looked at their acquisitions and Frederick asked, "There were several others purchased in this same lot by an unknown buyer, as an avid collector I follow those things. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" "That sounds like something Jennifer might do, however I guess it's also possible that she purchased it from that buyer. I don't know which is the case, frankly I don't follow either collectable market." I answered truthfully. Marsha looked at me sharply saying, "Fred, the apple didn't fall far from the tree with these two. I don't know about you, but I'm sick of sitting around here." "Yes, I take it you guys want us back to work." Fred said. "Thought you two would never ask, damn right." Tina replied with a smile. We had dinner with them and as we were leaving I asked, "Do either of you know of a close friend of Goldman's, a Mr. Abe Stern." Marsha turned livid, "That prick tried to molest Steveie a few years ago, took him in the men's room at Hayes Holding and tried to bugger him. Fortunately, Steveie screamed and Stern ran out. It was a slow boy's word against an associate of Goldman's, so nothing was done about it. The only good thing was Jennifer talked to Goldman, and neither of them hung around the office after that. They would attend a board meeting when absolutely necessary, and leave when it was over. I know Steveie wouldn't lie about such a thing. What do you want with the likes of Stern?" I replied far harsher then I intended, "For what it's worth, I certainly believe Steveie, but in addition we have private business with Stern, long outstanding business. You don't want to know what, you really don't." Tina said more levelly, "I have some addresses here," handing Marsha a list, "but he must have heard of Goldman's misfortune, and he hasn't shown at any address we have, and all are being watched." Tina's voice and eyes didn't sound like misfortune was misfortune, more like retribution. She didn't mention each of Goldman and Stern's properties had been searched, and all documents and computer records copied, or that Charlie Marsh's people as well as certain government labs were analyzing them for clues. Frederick asked, "Anything to do with your disappearance Becky?" "Maybe yes, maybe no, we aren't absolutely sure. Regardless we would like to have a word with him." Marsha asked quietly, "Were the tabloids correct about Goldman's manner of death?" "Maybe not, I heard a rumor that it was probably much worse, but I really couldn't vouch for that particular rumor." Tina replied. Marsha replied, "I will look, I know the bastard called Goldman a lot, and we have complete computerized phone logs going back years. It isn't widely known, but our PBX switch has network level caller ID and tags the calling number to each log entry, that might help. I'll check in the morning." "Should you find something, bury it in a encrypted fax to us, and don't mention his name on the phone." I asked. "Okay, and forget about your request too?" Marsha asked with a grin. "I would, and I would make it look like you were looking for something else, if possible." "No problem, from the gleam in Fred's eye he might have an idea or two." "Don't you guys take any risks, this could be a extremely nasty situation. Oh, by the way, have the necessary paperwork processed showing you were actually on a special assignment for the past few weeks, Becky will sign it." Tina replied Frederick looked at Tina and said, "Thank you, we appreciate that, you can count on us from here on. We never would have quit if we knew what was really happening in Germany." Shortly thereafter, we left feeling good about the meeting. However, we became quite serious as we crossed the George Washington Bridge when Giles called me. Mike Walsh, driving one of the chase cars, discovered a tail. We agreed for now to just watch, and see what it was up to. As soon as we entered the Palisades Parkway, I attempted meditation in order to 'return to my quiet place.' *** It took a few minutes for me to regulate my breathing, and concentrated on the sound of the falls, but as soon as I entered it, Becky visited me briefly. Her message was unbelievable as she showed me the two occupants of the tailing car - they looked like younger versions of Charlie Marsh. I thought, 'Our brothers?' and she nodded yes, turned, and disappeared into the portal. *** I wasn't surprised after we returned home, when Giles reported the tailing car was parked on a rise with a clear view of our gate, and probably the driveway in front of the house. But it was not in the field of view of any of our security cameras, after a moment's thought I wasn't surprised at that either. I told Giles I wanted to immediately visit the car without overt security. He objected strongly, only relenting when I agreed to take Tina with me, be well armed including a dead-mans canister of sleeping gas, and have cars in position to prevent who ever it was from escaping with us. I agreed to all his requests, as they all were all sensible. A half-hour later, dressed in combat fatigues and makeup, Tina and I climbed the fence nearest the car and crawled uphill to it - hopefully in its blind side. I guess we had it right, as they seemed surprised when I opened their back door and got in, scooting over to make room for Tina. They must have disabled the interior lights, as they didn't come on when we opened the door. In response to their fast motions, I said immediately, "You don't need guns, ours are already out." The guy in the passenger's seat looked at me closely in the reflected moonlight saying, "Relax Nathan, it's Becky Hayes, and I would guess she's Tina." Nathan said, "You don't need guns with us, believe it or not, we are here to protect you. Getting into a car with two strange men isn't a very good idea as a general rule though." "We usually don't, but I figured we would be safe enough with our brothers." I answered. "Your brothers?" Nathan stammered. "Your dad is Charlie Marsh isn't he?" "How the hell did you know that? Yes." The other said, and then almost immediately continued, "Christ this all makes sense now." "Nathan, please introduce us to our other brother." Tina asked. "Sorry, please meet Wallace, he is a year older than I, but I run the show." "Half right, I am a year older. What are you two doing in a strange car at night? Dad said you are pretty cautious after Germany." "We come bearing guns, knives, gas, and eleven men surrounding your car - I'd say we were prepared if you two turned out to be ax murders." Tina laughed. "Besides Nathan, I recognize you from Germany. I was stunned from the explosion then, but now I remember you and William carrying Jennifer from the Ford after the ambush." "She's got you bro, eat crow. But seriously, what do we do now? Dad wanted our men and us to watch you from a distance, just incase anything went badly wrong - like it did in Germany." "Talk it over with him, tell him I think it's time we four worked together. There is no reason your men can't keep an eye on Tina and I as before, just be aware we are much more cautious these days. We have three chase cars, you were picked up by the second and third before we crossed the George Washington Bridge on the way home. They thought they had you on the way in too, but lost you in Manhattan traffic as they had to keep up with our limos." I said. "Three limos is a great idea, shuffling them in the driveway on the way out is even better, we weren't sure which one you were in until you actually got out at the condo in Manhattan. I hate to go to dad and tell him you caught us, but I will - he won't let us live it down." Nathan said. "Any special reason you want to work more closely with us now?" Wallace asked. I replied, "Yes, we think somebody is seriously trying to kill us, or gain control of 'Hayes Holding' through blackmailing me. Goldman was a pawn, but he was aware of the plot. He thought that Stern knew more about the plot, but he believed that Stern was only a pawn too. I expect a blackmail attempt, as some of the videotape of my forced training in the whorehouse in Germany was passed on to Stern, Goldman believed Stern was to give it to someone else. Blackmail won't work with Tina and I. We won't like it, but all our secrets can be made public, and while very embarrassing, the hell with it. With enough money thrown to restore our reputations, we will get public opinion on our side. Make black look white, just look at what was done for Ted Kennedy or Bill Clinton. On the other hand, if they are just trying to kill us, the person or persons behind this must be in a position to take over 'Hayes Holding.' I have narrowed the list down to twenty-one individuals or organizations, most members of the trust Jennifer formed to take over in the event we were all killed. The problem is she vetted them and they all appear clean as a whistle. I only just started to work on this as Jennifer didn't tell me her suspicions, but I'm on it now and expect to get results - when I get close and they realize I am, the attacks may get really nasty." "Okay, we'll bring it to dad and see what he says, when it comes to your family, hell our family, I never know what he will do. How do you want to get in touch?" "Where did you guys go to school?" I asked. "Harvard, I took law and can practice in Connecticut, New York, and New Jersey. Nathan is an MBA with a CPA." "To far above us City brats for common haunts, where do you live?" "Officially with dad in Englewood Cliffs, in a