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I wandered upstairs, leaving the two teens in the dungeon. I needed to find Sally or Nicole or both. Watching the two girls had been extremely arousing and I needed relief.
I was attacked in the kitchen. Both women had been experiencing Simone's arousal with her through their links. Both were very aroused and very frustrated. Simone had still not cum and thus these two were in almost as aroused a state as the poor girl in the dungeon.
It was brutal but satisfying for all of us. I took Sally first, nailing her against the kitchen wall. Nicole was pressed up tight behind me, touching both of us, urging both of us to finish together. And quickly. I let Sally almost get to her climax, then I pulled out of her. Her cry of anguish almost made me rethink and let her finish but her co-wife deserved a little of this, too.
I took Nicole bent over the kitchen table. Again, I wasn't gentle and she didn't complain. Sweat was pouring off of both of us by this time, adding to the slippery sliding of our bodies. Nicole would grunt each time I pounded into her. I briefly wondered where Sally was and saw her collapsed in a puddle on the floor. She looked as if she had just slid down the wall when I wasn't supporting her on my prick anymore. Her eyes were open and she watched in amazement as I pounded into Nicole.
Just as Nicole's grunts began to turn into a continuous howl of cumming, I pulled out of her. It was a different kind of howl now and at a very basic and primitive level, it pleased me.
I took them both to our bedroom and tied them side by side on the bed, their hands over their heads, their legs spread. I then proceeded to fuck first one, then the other, always to the point of climax, but not beyond. Somehow I knew that neither of them should finish before Simone did. They knew, too, deep down, but that didn't make it any easier for them.
When Janey finally let Simone climax, I thought the house would come down. I was between fucks, letting one of them cool down to the point where I could fuck into her again when both of them went rigid. I quickly released them and they sandwiched me between them as they came, holding me and each other tightly. I thought it would be over in a while, but it wasn't. Simone kept cumming and cumming in the dungeon, pushing Janey, Nicole and Sally over as well. Janey had discovered the beneficial effect of being on the other end of the strap-on and was fucking the living shit out of Simone, as Simone described it later. In hushed and reverent tones.
As the tsunami subsided and the aftershocks faded away, Sally looked at me and said simply, "We want that, too." I felt Nicole's head nodding her eager assent on my shoulder. I was unsure if Janey would do Sally, but I felt sure I could convince her to do Nicole. If Simone watched, and Janey helped, I figured that I could have Simone do Sally.
Simone and Janey slipped upstairs to their bedroom a little time later, with Janey supporting and almost carrying the drained teenager. However, Simone couldn't have been all that tired as we soon felt Janey thrashing over the link as Simone repeatedly expressed her appreciation for giving her the experience of the Queen's Tears. With all that noise coming over the link, Sally and Nicole decided it would be a good idea just to stay in bed for the rest of the day.
I didn't object.
We had played so hard the day before and most of the night that I was surprised to wake up alone the next morning. My two minxes had been so aggressive sexually that I had to finally restrain them with the ropes before we could get some sleep. They had released themselves sometime before I woke up and were now nowhere to be found.
I found the four of them in the kitchen. After the events of the day before, I didn't expect to see such long faces. Simone was nervous, but was still subservient to Janey. She was kneeling by her chair and would continually look up to see if there was anything she needed or wanted.
Nicole was scared. Whatever it was, she was frightened. Sally was shaken as well, but had a better grip on her emotions. Janey was the only one who was calm and quiet. But something was wrong.
I looked at Janey and suddenly, I knew. "Janey,..." I began.
"We're FAMILY, Dad. You shouldn't make decisions like that without talking to us about it."
Wait a minute! How did this get to be my fault?
"Janey, you shouldn't have told them. I didn't exactly 'tell' you, did I?"
"That doesn't make any difference. What were you going to do? Give us all a kiss good-bye and go off and get yourself killed?"
This was worse than I thought. "I am going to try very hard not to get killed. Shit, Janey, how much did you tell them?"
"Almost everything, Papa," chimed in Simone.
Three sets of eyes wheeled on the girl. "What! There's more?" cried Nicole.
"She didn't tell them why you're going to do this," Simone said quietly, her head down.
I saw a tear escape from the corner of her eye and slip sadly down her cheek. My heart ached for her, accepting the blame for my actions. But she was wrong. Yes, I was doing it for her. And Miki. And Sally and Janey and Nicole. And the 33 other lost souls that were buried in Gary's basement along with Miki. And the countless others who had not yet been discovered. And so on. And so on.
We were all crying when I was done. Janey hadn't realized my doing this was not up for debate or discussion. I think she was sufficiently chastised by the time we were done. I had not tried to hide this from them. I was trying to protect them and they all understood a little of the weight I had been shouldering for the past several weeks.
I think what made Janey realize her mistake was when Sally quietly asked her if she felt better knowing or if she had felt better yesterday, before she had known. Sally's question implied that, whether or not she knew what was going on, I was going to do it. It was a lesson in growing up she needed to learn. Sometimes it isn't good to know everything. Just trust the one you love to do the right thing.
Then Sally got down to business and took charge. I was charged with getting Nicole and Simone proficient in handguns, as I had done with the two of them after the gun accident earlier. I thought Nicole was going to protest but she went along with the training. She was a pretty good shot and preferred the heavier pieces. When I commented she might be more comfortable with a lighter gun, she retorted that if she had to use it, she didn't want to be comfortable. She wanted the bastard to be dead.
Simone shied away from the guns. Sure, she went through the training and was a decent shot, but her heart wasn't in it. Then she saw a rifle I had down in the basement firing range. It was an old 30.06 with a hell of kick. Simone fell in love with the idea of not letting the bastards get close. I set her up with a smaller .228 caliber rifle that used military rounds with a long barrel and scoped it with one of the specialty scopes from the agency. It used an infra-red laser that was invisible to the naked eye but that could be seen though the scope. It worked in any light, and, in case the batteries went dead, it was also a decent scope by itself.
Simone was a dead shot with her rifle. There wasn't a spot on the grounds she couldn't hit from at least one window in the house. Gertie got her a silencer from somewhere when she found out from Simone what was going on. I thought it a strange gift for a young girl and told her so. I was politely told to mind my own business.
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