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I was busy in the cellar of the new house going through those old photos Gary had taken of the sessions with Sally. I had stored them down there in one of the many empty spaces in the cavernous cellar. This time, though, as I went through them I wasn't looking at Sally. I was looking at the faces of the men and women who had been with her. They hadn't been important to me before but now, if I was right, they were part of a group of professionals who had stuck together, all there at the beginning. I believed that at least the core group of them had known or known of each other in their former lives in espionage and they would tend to stick together now.
These people would have been the 'true believers, ' the fanatics who wouldn't care how they hurt America, as long as they hurt her. Their politicians had long ago realized the error of their system and moved on. The tool they created with those fucking policies, these trained agents, remained to fight blindly on. It was all they knew and all they believed in, now that their own system had collapsed.
I was down in the files because there was this niggling suspicion that I had seen one of the men before. It wasn't a strong feeling but it drove me into the basement to these archives. It still sickened me to look at the way Sally had been used.
I figured, with the time lag and all, that Sally had been one of the early experiments for this group of kidnappers and murderers. That was why Gary took his time with her, seducing her into bondage slowly over a period of months. They were feeling their way, how much they could get away with, how far they could push her. They may not have even had the conscious thought of doing anything organized as yet. That would explain them allowing the photographs of themselves.
My theory was that the photos of themselves had been a careless mistake, which meant they probably hadn't started routinely killing the women and girls yet. This was just a lark, humiliating the rich American women, abusing them and making them beg for it. The killing would come later. You don't take incriminating pictures of yourself having bondage sex with someone who you intended to murder or snuff.
The photos they took were also thorough. I could attach a face to everybody or part of a body in the photos. Even the photographer took a self-portrait in the mirror. I was surprised. It was a woman. I spent a long time looking at that hard-edged face. I suppose you could have called her pretty once but I was repulsed by the hollowness of her eyes. Unless I missed my guess, she was the brains behind this. A heartless bitch. I studied her carefully. I wanted to make sure I would know her if I ever saw her.
It was probably the photos that started it. They discovered how easily they could sell them and make money. From there they just took the path of least resistance, filling the sordid demands for more and more graphic and violent pictures. I hoped it was an accident, the one death that started it all. With this group, though, I didn't think so. It had gotten to that point too quickly.
I was working intently on the files, so I didn't hear Janey and Simone come into the room next door. Sally and Nicole had discovered the access to the dungeon from our bedroom. They had taken the next step and had converted an even larger part of the basement into a 'dungeon' that could hold all of our equipment. They didn't want everyone traipsing through our bedroom to get here, so they provided access to the dungeon from the other parts of the basement as well.
With two to four 'slaves' to deal with at any one time, we needed multiples of most of the specialty devices and, even with the huge space they had created, it felt crowded at times. Most of the bigger pieces were on rollers and were stored in another part of the room. The girls had rolled a couple of pieces into the dungeon and were setting up for a session before I heard them talking.
"Gosh, Simmie, it's great that you agreed to help me. I really need the practice," Janey said. That was the first I heard them speaking.
"Uh, yeah, OK. Just remember you agreed to, uh, you know..."
Janey giggled. "Yeah, I remember. Where did you get that huge thing anyway?"
I moved to stand in the doorway between the two rooms. Janey was facing me and grinned as she saw me. Simone had her back turned to me and wouldn't have seen me anyway. Janey had just finished putting a blindfold over her eyes. Simone was fidgeting, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Not wanting to spy on their session, I reached out to Simone with my link, and asked her if it was alright for me to stay and watch. I saw her relax and could feel her approval, even without her sending back a positive 'Yes' over the link. She also asked me not to let Janey know that she knew I was there. This could be interesting.
Simone answered Janey's question. "It's one of Aunt Marion's toys. She has me use it on her sometimes."
"You sure it will fit? It's awfully big"
"It will fit."
"Are you sure? How can you know? I'd think it would tear you in two!"
"It's the same size as JT's, if you must know."
"God! Really? Oh! So, that means you two are, are, doing it?"
Simone actually blushed. "Yeah. For a while now. But he's been at that advanced placement summer school at the university for a couple of weeks and, well, I miss him and his, umm, thing. I almost suspect that Papa arranged for him to 'win' that scholarship."
Damn, that kid was smart. I had used two dummy corporations to set up that scholarship for JT. And she still figured it out.
"You think Dad's trying to keep you two apart?"
"Oh, no! I know Papa likes him. Very much so. Remember, I was supposed to go to that course, too, before JT even knew about the award. Then I couldn't go because of the stuff with Gertie. It's a great opportunity for JT even if I have to go without being fucked by him for a while."
"My, my, JT seems to have progressed a lot in that department." As Janey and Simone talked, Janey had been preparing Simone. After slipping off her robe, leaving her nude and blindfolded, she had tied her wrists and ankles to a large upright stand. Simone was secured in an 'X' shape with all of her considerable charms exposed. Janey had made sure I had a total view of all of Simone's lovely features. Like I said, they were considerable.
"Yes, he has done quite well for a virgin. I will have to ask Papa for another case of condoms soon."
"Another case? Geez, you're only supposed to use one at a time, Simmie. Besides, you're on the pill aren't you?"
"I know to use just one. Don't be silly. JT is so concerned about me not getting pregnant that he insists on using one. He is so cute that way, taking the responsibility for protection that I haven't had the heart to tell him I am on the pill. Besides, he is so anxious to please me, he does it five or six times."
"A day?"
"In a row! It is wonderful, Janey. I had no idea. But surely, you and Papa have done it that often, no? He is so virile and strong."
Simone knew Janey and I had never had sex, so I wondered what was going on. Uncharacteristically, Janey didn't pick up on her teasing.
Janey got very still for a minute, then, looking directly up at me, answered Simone in a very serious tone. "Dad and I have never done it, Simmie." She hurried to explain. "I know, I know. We tease each other a lot, and he could if he wanted to. At least, I think he could. I'm not so sure now.
"I know Mom told you and Nicki about our agreement that he could, well, have sex with me. But he never has. For a while I thought he didn't like me, or that he was afraid that Mom would get mad or something. But I realized later that the purpose of the whole agreement was for me to get over what that boy did to me and for me to want to have sex and to like it.
"Dad is really smart. He teased me into liking myself again. God, he was awful. He made me play with myself in front of him and Mom once. It was so embarrassing but I could tell he was turned on watching me and that made me feel, well, special, kind of. In a weird sort of way. He treated me just the same as Mom, most of the times when we did family things or bondage stuff, only he didn't make love to me. He has licked me and touched me all over and he drove me up the wall with those crazy toys from the Rosen Clinic.
"If his objective was to make me want to have sex, he succeeded." Janey smiled over at me when she said this. "In fact, more than he knows. But, well, to answer your question, so far I can only imagine what it will be like to be with a man. Some day and with the right man. But I'm happy for you and JT."
She stopped her seriousness, in part because Simone was grinning. "So, how did you get JT to finally do it? He was so shy and all." I guess she was going to try and turn the tables on her.
Now it was Simone's turn to be silent for a moment. "I think Papa had a lot to do with that, too. As much as I tried, I couldn't get JT to look at me hardly. I knew he liked me, he kept coming over and was always hanging around me. But he would get all embarrassed and flustered then run away somewhere. Then he came up to the house and talked to Papa one afternoon while I was gone. You remember they told us about the basketball game with Mama and Sally?"
"Yeah, that was funny. I think your Mom kind of liked teaching him."
"I was kind of upset with Mama for that. JT said he thought she was going to rape him or something, then realized she was just playing. But she did get him started, so I guess I forgive her. The first time he grabbed my boobies in a basketball game I think I had an orgasm. I couldn't do anything but stand there and quiver. He was so worried he had hurt me or done something wrong. He had tried to be so smooth.
"I let him help me over to the side of the court. Oh, Janey, I was shameless. I leaned into him, then held on to him, rubbing my chest all over his. He could have had me then and there, I was so horny. I could feel his hardness against my tummy and it made me all tingly. I moved my leg between his and pressed it up against his cock. Then I moved it back and forth.
"He groaned and then pulled away, ashamed because he had spurt his stuff in his pants. I wouldn't let him go. I was so amazed when he didn't get soft."
"So what happened? How did you get him to screw you?"
"It took much planning on my part. It was fun, too. I didn't let Mama near him again, because I wanted to teach him. I wanted to learn, too. Don't misunderstand, Mama didn't mean to interfere, I just wanted to do it myself."
"And... ?" Janey said, impatiently.
"Well, we played a lot of basketball. He got better at touching me. He got very good, in fact. He seemed to like my butt. I don't know why. Anyway, I spent a lot of time backing into him with it, feeling his hard cock pressing up between us. Then there was the kissing and he could hold both my ass cheeks in his big hands. I thought he would rub them raw some days.
"Then one day I let my hand touch his cock. It was so cute. He froze stiff, with his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my butt. He gave a little groan and then tried to suck my tonsils out. God, it was exciting. I wanted to taste it, him, so I slipped my finger into his shorts and found the gooey wet stuff. When I put my finger in my mouth, he ran away. I was afraid I had done something to offend him. He said later that he had been so upset because he wanted to put his cock where my finger was. I asked him if he still wanted to. He cried when I licked him. I like how he tasted. He even kissed me after. I was surprised, but very pleased.
"Next, I let him take off my shirt. He liked it when I wore a bra, so he could take that off, too. Tittie fucking was the next step. He got so excited when he would come in my mouth that way that he would squeeze my boobies really hard. They would be sore for days. It was wonderful. I could just roll over in bed and remember his big hands on them.
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