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Chapter 12
Dinner had been nice, as always. A little awkward for Jane, of course,
since she was still tied and had to eat out of a bowl on the floor. She was
ravenous, though, and Ken made sure she ate her fill. She was also sore, tired,
dirty and frustrated, since her wife had only teased her and allowed no orgasm.
Naturally, she was in heaven.
Eventually her spouses decided it was time for bed, and she was led
upstairs. Ken and Ari brought her into the shower with them and cleaned her up.
Then, with the knotted cat back in his hand, Ken whipped her breasts while
fucking her hard, as Jane licked Ari to several orgasms. Once he pulled out of
her and Ari had cleaned off both Jane and him, they all got into bed, Jane
between him and Arianwen. She winced as she shifted -- the cuts, scrapes and
bruises obviously making themselves known. Ken smiled and reached out his hand.
He had more than enough power to heal her, but as soon as she felt it flowing
into her, she shook her head in protest.
"Please, Master," she almost whispered, "don't. Let me enjoy it. It'll
heal by tomorrow, and that's soon enough. Please?"
"Of course, my love," he replied, kissing her as she drifted off to
sleep.
Arianwen looked at him, then they both looked at their complex wife.
Jane was strong, willful and very powerful. He knew that she'd never stand for
it if someone abused her for real. But, despite the physical damage, for her,
this was only pleasure -- not abuse.
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Morning time found them all in the mansion's dojo, running through the
basics. Afterwards, everybody split to pursue their various activities. Ken
called Gary and arranged to have a conversation with him later in the evening.
There were some things that he wanted to run past him. He also found Bill in
the lab and sat down to speak to him.
"You know," he started, "when I came to you the other day to ask for
help with something, you distracted me."
"Oh, yeah," grinned Bill. "Sorry about that."
"You also never told Genie I needed to talk to her."
"Uh, yeah. It's a real touchy thing with her, and I couldn't find a way
to let her know what I told you."
"Maybe getting the information that I need would be an opening," replied
Ken.
"Okay," said Bill, "what did you need to know?"
Ken told him what he wanted, and Bill said he'd talk to Genie.
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Ken had just enough time to get to Gary's before heading to the dojo, so
that's where he headed. When he got there though, there were two police cars in
front of it. Frowning, Ken walked towards the door. There was a cop leaning
against the wall. He gave Ken a very nasty look as he walked in.
Gary was in the process of showing the cop his rental agreement.
"You've got the wrong address," he said. "This is a place of business.
There's no 'club' here -- no one but my girlfriend and me."
"You mean that naked chick in the back?"
Gary was starting to lose his cool. "Yeah, the one your partner is
drooling over."
The cop's face darkened, and he leaned forward. "Don't get smart with
me..." at which point he noticed Ken. "Who are you?"
Ken smiled and offered his hand. "Hi, Officer. My name is Ken."
"What are you doing here?" asked the man suspiciously, ignoring Ken's
hand.
"I'm here to see my friends, Gary and Annette," replied Ken.
The cop grinned and looked at Gary. "So, you're just gonna have a
gathering of a few 'friends' eh? I guess I'll be able to add prostitution to
the charge of running an illegal club." He stood up and said, "I think I'll
bring you all in for questioning. Let's go."
Ken pulled out his cell phone and dialed Lenny.
"Lenny, hi," he said. "I don't know how much time I have, but could you
have David meet us at... hold on. Which precinct are you taking us to?"
The cop looked at him. "You some kind of wise ass? Put the phone down."
By this time, the other cop had come out of the back with Annette in
handcuffs. They hadn't even covered her.
"Well, Lenny, I've got to go. We're being arrested," said Ken. "No, I
have no idea why, I just walked in Gary's store, and they told me I was under
arrest. Warrant? No, I didn't see one."
"I said put the phone down!" said the cop, walking towards Ken.
"Hey, hey, easy there," said Ken. He put the phone on the counter, out
of the cop's reach. "No need to threaten me with physical violence."
"That's it," snapped the cop, now forgetting all about the open phone on
the counter. "I'm adding resisting arrest to your charges."
"Officer, don't you think you should cover the lady before we go out to
the car?" asked Ken.
"We'll parade her naked through the fuckin' streets if we want!" said
the man. "It's obvious she's a slut, anyway. Now shut up and turn around."
Ken did as he was told, having completely distracted the man from the
phone, which was still sitting on the counter. Finally, they were taken to the
police cars and driven away.
"Do you have any idea what is going on?" he asked Gary.
"These guys came into the store saying that I was running some kind of
sex club. I showed them my lease, explained that I only make furniture and
there was no one else there except Annette, anyway. They scared away the two
customers I had in the store when they drove up."
"Yeah, they probably ran away. Should have pulled them in for
questioning too," said the cop. "Now, shut up."
They spent the rest of the drive in silence. Ken knew that Gary was
worrying about Annette, since one of the cops in the other car had gotten in the
back with her, rather than up front. Ken wondered what would happen if the guy
laid his hands on Annette. Would Lea protect her?
Once at the station, they were all taken to separate rooms.
Ken cooled his heels for a half hour or so. He was seriously annoyed,
but didn't figure that showing it would help him. He'd done nothing -- none of
them had -- but the last thing he wanted was to get himself noticed.
Eventually, the door opened and a detective walked in and sat down with a folder
in front of him. He opened it, then took out a pad of paper and a pen.
"How long have you known Mr. Sorrel?"
"I'm sorry, Detective," said Ken. "Am I being charged with something?"
"Just answer the question," replied the man.
Ken shook his head. "I'm sorry sir, I can't do that. I'd like to speak
to my lawyer, now."
"Don't make this worse by being a smart ass," said the man. "How long
have you known Mr. Sorrel?"
Ken shook his head. "Detective..."
The man did not provide his name.
Ken shrugged. "Detective, I have not been charged with anything. I
have not been given my rights. I have not been given my phone call. Until
those things happen, I'm afraid it would be a bad idea for me to answer your
questions."
The man looked sharply at Ken. "You weren't read your rights?"
"No, sir. None of us were. Now may I have my phone call?"
The detective left the room. When he walked back in ten minutes later,
David Traver was with him and neither man was looking very happy.
"You're free to go, Mr. Whitestone," said the detective.
"He's more than free to go," said David. "I have a witness who was
listening on the phone when they were arrested. No Miranda rights were read, no
charges declared, your people didn't even have a warrant to search the property
-- which I'm told they did -- without my clients on the property!"
"There was some sort of mix-up," replied the detective, obviously not a
happy man.
"That's putting it mildly, Detective Johnsten," replied David. "It
borders on harassment. You can't just walk into a store and arrest people
without even charging them!"
"We had a tip..."
"Really? And these people were so dangerous that you had to move right
then? No warrants, not even a bench warrant? Were they terrorists?"
"No, nothing like that, but the law states that sex clubs are not
allowed..."
"The place isn't a sex club, it sells sex toys. There's a huge
difference," snapped David. "I'd suggest that the department begin looking to
its own defense from the law suit that will most certainly be filed."
"Now, just a minute," protested Johnsten. "It was just a
misunderstanding..."
"Is that why you didn't even let Ms. Wright get dressed? You sent her
back to the precinct with two *male* police officers, one of whom rode in the
back *with* her?"
"You have no proof of that!"
David snorted. "You don't think so? You think a store like Gary's
doesn't have a video security system? What about the traffic cams you folks are
so proud of? I'm sure they'd show what happened on the drive back."
The man paled further, his lips pressed tightly together.
"I have no idea if my clients will be pressing charges. But I'm sure
that, if this ends up in any official record or in the papers, in order to
protect their good names, they'll have to take you to court," said David.
"I'm sure that this... misunderstanding... won't show up anywhere,"
replied the detective. "The officers in question will be dealt with."
They met in the lobby, Annette still wrapped in the blanket and looking
none the worse for wear. Ken looked at her, and she smiled. He noted the
bright orange of a prison-issue jump suit under the blanket. He smiled back,
but the smile never reached his eyes. Someone was going to pay for this.
David took them back to Gary's shop. They held the conversation to
small talk on the way back. David could see that Annette was upset and Gary was
furious. But Ken actually scared him. He couldn't say why, exactly. He wasn't
raging or even speaking much. And his tone seemed completely normal. But David
was unable to shake the idea that this was a very dangerous person.
"Look," he said as he dropped them off, "we should get together later
and discuss what went on today. I don't think that they'll do anything else,
but you never know. Plus I'd like to know why you think this happened. Police
are not in the habit of just arresting people at random, not even ones from that
precinct."
Ken looked at David and said, "What do you mean, 'ones from that
precinct'?"
"Let's just say that they've had more than their share of incidents," he
responded. "As I said, do you think it would be possible to get together later?
Lenny drove by here and saw some squad cars in front after you guys were in
custody. He's sure that people were inside looking around."
"Sure," said Ken at the same time Gary said, "No."
They looked at Gary. He seemed embarrassed as he continued. "Look
David, there's no delicate way to put this. I really appreciate you helping us
out and all. I don't want to stiff you or anything, but I don't have a lot of
money at the moment. It might take me a while to pay you, and I can't really
afford to retain you."
"I can," said Ken in a flat voice. "And will, so don't argue, Gary. I
don't take kindly to false arrest -- of anyone -- but I especially don't like it
when it happens to me. I'll be retaining David, provided he wants the case."
"Look," said David, "I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. There
won't be a charge for today. We can talk tonight about what happens next,
okay?"
"Sure," replied Ken. "If you want, why don't you and Lenny come by
tonight for dinner. We can discuss it then, or we can eat and retire to
someplace more private."
They agreed, and David drove off.
Gary walked into his store. Things were a real mess, but there were no
police there. Someone had searched the place and had left it a wreck.
"Jesus Christ," spat Gary. "The fuckers wrecked the place, then left it
open. I could have been robbed blind!"
Ken thought it unlikely that anyone could have taken too much, the
furniture was pretty heavy. Then he remembered that Annette did jewelry work in
the back. Plus, there was jewelry and other small, but expensive, pieces of
metal work in the case. A quick inspection showed nothing was taken, and most
of Annette's raw materials were in a small safe in the back rather than out on
her work table. Gary started to put things back together when he noticed a
brown envelope propped by the cash register.
He opened it, his lips tightening as he read the letter.
"Fuck!" he said, crumpling the paper and throwing it on the ground. "I
can't believe this shit!"
"What's wrong?" asked Annette. She'd been getting dressed in the back.
"We've been evicted. The landlord is breaking our lease. If we're not
out by Friday, he says he'll lock us out."
Ken didn't know what to say. Gary sat down with his head in his hands,
while Annette put her arms around him. Ken joined them.
"Gary, man, I know this sucks. But you're not gonna end up on the
street," he said. "Look, you and Annette spend most of your time at the mansion
anyway, so this would just make it a little more official. As for your stuff,
c'mon, our place is huge. We'll be able to store it, and I'm certain that, for
now, we'll even be able to find a place for you to continue to work."
Gary looked like he was about to argue, but Annette whispered something
in his ear and he closed his mouth.
"I know that the business means a lot to you, Gary. We both know what's
going on here. Use the time to retreat and rebuild. You have a good clientele
and a strong presence on the web. For now, it'll be fine."
Gary shook his head. "For the moment. But I don't know if I can
continue this. They've been fining the shit out of me, and I have no reserves
left. Plus, people have stopped ordering because they've gotten wind of what's
going on and don't want to be in the line of fire. Hell, the last person I had
in the shop who bought something was .... oh shit! That little fucking BITCH!"
Ken looked at his friend in surprise. Gary was absolutely livid now.
"What?" asked Ken.
"Gitana," he said, spitting the word like curse.
"Who's Gitana?"
"She's that fucking senator's daughter. The one who caused all this
shit in the first place," said Gary.
"You let her back in the store?"
"Yeah," he said, sadly shaking his head. "It was stupid, I know, but
she insisted on coming in to see Annette about some jewelry she ordered a month
ago. I should have known that it would be trouble."
"What kind of jewelry?" asked Ken, thinking of the Dragons that Annette
had made.
"It wasn't anything kinky," said Annette. "Just a bracelet. We really
needed the money, and she said she'd cancel if she couldn't come get it in
person."
"That's sounds more than a little odd," said Ken. "It sounds like a
set-up."
Gary shook his head. "Maybe, but not the way you're thinking. She's
always had a thing for Annette. They've even played together, once or twice. I
know she was upset when I told her we couldn't see her any more. Actually, she
as more than upset, she was outright pissed. She guessed the reason right away,
though."
"Her dad?"
"Yeah."
Rather than clean everything up, they gathered a few things and went
back to the mansion. On the way back, Ken was following Gary and noticed a car
following them. At least, he thought it was following them. Well, there was
one way to find out if that was the case. He couldn't see in the car because of
the dark tint on the windows. It didn't look like an official car, but after a
few more turns, he was certain it was following them. He made sure that he
stopped at a light and blocked the other car from passing, by trying to make a
left-hand turn from the right-hand lane. The driver beeped a number of times,
but couldn't get by.
Rather than head back to the mansion himself, Ken decided he needed to
run some errands. The car followed him to the first place, since Gary was lost
in traffic, but when Ken emerged, enjoying a nice Penguin's frozen yogurt, the
other car had already left. Ken made a quick call to Gary explaining what he'd
done and why. Needless to say, Gary was not pleased.
Gary and Annette were upstairs with the room door closed when Ken
returned. Rather than bothering them, he decided to poke around a little to see
if there was a place to set up a workshop for them.
It turned out that there was a large room over the garage. It had about
as much space as the shop had had, not counting the showroom area. Problem was,
it was one big area, and Ken knew that Annette's work wouldn't benefit from
being covered with sawdust. She'd had her own little work room. Plus, there
was no easy way to get the heavy equipment up. They could store it somewhere
else for a while, and if Gary decided to set up shop here, then they'd get a
carpenter to build a room or two and an extra-wide entry way.
Ken sat, deep in thought, as he wondered if maybe he should just have a
small building put on the property. Gary and Annette could use it as a private
work shop. Ken had always liked the idea of doing some woodwork, but knew that
it was unlikely he'd ever get around to it. He had too many hobbies already.
Then he thought about the small delivery area in the back of the mansion.
Weren't there some rooms back there...?
There was a knock on the door, and Gary came in.
"Hey," said Ken. "You doing alright?"
"Yeah, sorta. Annette's taking a nap. This morning really upset her,"
replied Gary.
Ken sat up. "They didn't do anything to her, did they?"
"Naa. They were smart enough to keep their hands off -- mostly. But
they said a lot of shitty things to her on the way over. Not that anyone will
be able to prove it."
Ken sighed. "We'll talk to David tonight."
"Yeah, about that..."
"Gary, it's decided. Even if you don't press charges, I'm going to get
his advice and, if nothing else, keep him on retainer. At this point, we really
don't need a bunch of black and whites showing up at the gate with a warrant.
I'll do what I have to to keep them out. To a point, anyway."
Gary nodded. He and Annette had spoken about this. As a
soon-to-be-Priestess, she was very protective of the mansion. Gary knew what
would happen if the police found the playroom. That, plus the fact that Tina
was so underaged, would give the press a field day if the police were to raid
the mansion. "Multi-millionaire Lottery Winner has Teenage Sex Dungeon!" Gary
had no illusions that the press would be responsible in their reporting.
He and Ken spoke for about an hour, deciding what to do about the shop.
Gary was understandably upset by the destruction of his business. Ken thought
he would balk at his offer of storing his equipment, and perhaps, even setting
up a small shop for him and Annette, but he just nodded and said he'd think
about it. Ken didn't want to mention the other things that he had Joan looking
into, since he had only a vague idea what he was going to do with her
information himself.
Gary made a few calls to get a truck to haul his stuff, and Ken was sure
that everyone who could, would chip in to help with the move. Ken knew that
some of the shop equipment was quite heavy and that they'd need help. Once Gary
was out of the room, Lea appeared. Ken reacted as he always did to his Goddess,
but it appeared that She had throttled back a bit.
"You needn't worry about the mansion being searched," She said.
"They could get a warrant Lea, and if they do, I'll let them in.
The last thing we need is another Waco."
After he explained that reference, Lea smiled grimly. "That
will not happen here. Nemetodunum is *my* temple. They will see only what I
allow them to see."
Ken blinked. H-e-l-l-o, he thought. Lea was a *Goddess*.
While he didn't know the extent of Her power, he should have realized that here
it could be considerable. Because She was so ... accessible ... he tended to
forget just how powerful She was.
"It is true," She continued, "that we do not want to attract
this kind of attention. But do not fear, Kenneth. They will discover nothing.
That type of official is not something we need to worry about."
She kissed him then, his body and mind responding to Her
presence.
"Go speak to my future Priestess. Let her know she is still
welcome. Then, you should speak to her master ... I know that there was
something that he wanted to do during her ceremony."
"I was going to ask you if it was okay if he attended," said
Ken.
"He is more than welcome," said Lea as She disappeared.
Ken went upstairs. Annette was not in her room; she was in the
playroom, staring out the window.
"Annette," he said, "are you okay?"
"Yes, Master Ken," she said in a voice that told him, even if he
hadn't been able to read her emotions, that she was not okay.
Still facing the window, she said, "You know, I never realized
just how far from the mainstream we live."
Ken was silent, and after a moment, she continued. "People
would hate us -- *do* hate us -- just because of how we like to have sex. It's
insane. We're not hurting anyone. There are women who would accuse me of
betraying all that was female because I want to be Gary's slave. What good is
the freedom to choose if you can't also choose not to be free?"
"I wish I could tell you that joining the Circle will change all
that," said Ken. "It won't ... at least not in our lifetimes. But we can start
to form a community of people who feel the same way we do."
Annette shook her head. "People will find out, eventually, and
try to stop us."
"They will find out eventually," said Ken, "but they won't be
able to stop us. We have Lea on our side, and, as She reminded me today, She is
a Goddess. We aren't at the whims of a bunch of barbarians who are going to
slaughter us. That's why she chose America."
"She wasn't able to protect her followers in the past," replied
Annette.
Ken was silent for a moment. When Lea had said that, he was
sure what She said was true, but he suspected that that wasn't the whole truth.
So he took a guess.
"Those were different times. And, like anyone else, Lea has
learned some hard lessons. I won't turn Nemetodunum into an armed camp, but
there is more than one type of power," replied Ken. "That being said, there is
always a chance of physical danger. Hell, people bomb abortion clinics and kill
doctors all in the name of saving life. Once we are found out, there will be a
large number of attempts to 'save' us, and, no doubt, a much larger effort to
jail us."
Annette nodded her head in agreement.
"It's amazing how those whose savior was crucified are so ready
to do it to everyone else," she noted.
"Yes, well, with that in mind, are you sure that you want to
join the Circle?" asked Ken.
"Never doubt it," was her firm reply. "This is *my* life and
these are my choices. I won't allow anyone to tell me how to live."
Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Ken smiled at the
inconsistencies of Annette's thought processes.
She turned to him with a shy grin on her face. "Yes, I know.
How can I declare myself a slave in one breath, then say I won't let anyone tell
me how to live." She shrugged. "I never claimed to be logical."
"There's perfect logic in it," replied Ken. "You decide how to
live your life, and your decision is to be Gary's slave. Woe unto those who
would 'save' you from that decision."
Annette came to him and hugged him. He realized that this was
the most dressed he'd seen her at the mansion -- a t-shirt and panties.
Proving that she was a Priestess in all but name and quite able to read his
emotions, she stepped back and removed both. As always, he admired how
beautiful she was and began to respond. She knelt and spread her legs, then put
her hands behind her head.
"I'm sure that my Master would approve of you using his slave,"
she said.
Ken knelt in front of her and looped a finger through each of
her nipple rings. "Really?" he inquired. "And what makes you so sure of that?"
"I explained to him that, as a Priestess of Lea, it might not be
a bad idea if you could have my use ... as long as he didn't object." She
moaned as he tugged on the rings, stretching her brown nipples from her breasts.
"He told me he had no problem with that, and he understood that, as a Priestess,
I could be used by many people. He's never had a problem with the concept, only
the safety aspects. Now that he doesn't have to worry about those, he said it
was fine for you to use me at your whim. Of course, I have to have his
permission for people outside of the Circle to use me."
Ken leaned forward and, while still pulling on her rings, kissed her.
Her scent enveloped him. All of the Priestesses had a different scent, of
course, but Annette's seemed more... basic, somehow. Stronger, certainly, than
most of the other women, a deeper, dusky scent. Even though he knew her body
was producing pheromones and that he was mostly immune to them, there was just
something about her scent that turned his cock to steel. Perhaps this was what
Arianwen and Tina reacted to?
It wasn't long before she was on her back, and he was licking and
sucking his way down her body. She was so different from each of his wives, yet
so beautiful and exciting. Annette was neither the waif that Arianwen was, nor
the strong, sleek cat that Jane so closely resembled.
Annette's body was fuller, and quite well-muscled. She was beautiful
and running his hands, then tongue, over her was wonderful. He realized that
this was the only time he'd been alone with her that *wasn't* in a bondage
setting. She was still a submissive, but submissive is not the same thing as
passive, and Annette was quite an aggressive lover.
When he arrived between her legs, he used her labial rings to spread her
wide. She moaned from the pain/pleasure of the sensation, eagerly accepting his
oral attentions. He was just as eager to give them. She was shaved completely,
to more clearly display her nether jewelry, and the sight and taste of her sex
drove him wild.
"Pull them hard, Master, please..." she begged.
Ken obliged, pulling harder on her lower rings while she gripped her
hood ring and pulled that. This had the effect of exposing her swollen clit,
which he eagerly laved with his tongue. It wasn't long before she was begging
for an orgasm. Knowing her mood, Ken granted it. There was a time to deny and
a time not to, and this was the time to give Annette as many orgasms as her body
could handle.
Finally, he slid inside her, and she shuddered, climaxing almost
immediately. He and Gary were about the same length, but he was far thicker
than her Master, and she loved it when he pounded into her, riding what seemed
to be an almost continuous wave of pleasure. Finally, the two of them split
apart, his cock coming out of her with a thick slurping sound.
"Thank you, Master," she said, "that was just what I needed."
"Always happy to oblige," smiled Ken.
There was nothing like holding this woman in his arms. She wasn't his
slave, or his wife, but he realized that she was his lover. Each of the women
in the Circle was special, and every time he made love to one of them, he felt
privileged. She ran her hand down and stroked his sticky cock, still mostly
hard.
"Master, you didn't cum," she said with a pout.
"I was enjoying your orgasms," he smiled.
"May I enjoy one of yours?" she asked.
"Certainly."
Annette took his cock in her mouth, licking off her secretions. Ken
positioned himself so he could watch her and smiled. It was good to be the
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