Becoming a Cuckold Ch. 12

"Why aren't you attacking?" Sahar asked.

"Aikido is primarily a self-defense system designed to turn another's attack against them. The creator of aikido wanted to develop a system with which you could protect yourself and others without harm to the attacker. It was the philosophical approach he chose to take. The purpose is not to attack and harm others, but to protect yourself, to master yourself and control your own aggression and responses. Go ahead and attack me and I'll show you what I mean."

Sahar began a rather devastating series of punches, kicks and attempts to grapple and grab me for throws. I managed to deflect and move her attacks off me and expend herself in grabbing air. My movements looked almost lazy compared to hers, since it required minimum movement to shift her attack past her strike points. It was a good thing, because those would have hurt like hell if they landed. For perhaps ten minutes, she threw the book at me and I managed to avoid a lot of damage. One double kick was aimed at my face and I deflected it up into the air and she fell backward and might have landed hard on her back, but I grabbed hold of her garment to soften the fall. I might have gotten a handful of tit as I grabbed the shirt, though I didn't hang onto it.

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to grab your body. I just didn't want you to fall too hard."

She nodded to me and did it again, coming harder this time. Redirecting her attacks was keeping me damn busy, and even deflecting some of them hurt like a bitch. I still managed to avoid major damage, though I had some red spots on my cheek, legs and arms from close calls. At least they wouldn't be bruises.

She stopped. "Why would someone fight like this? Isn't it the purpose of fighting to hurt someone, to kill them, put them out of a fight?"

"I suppose it is, in a war, or a battle, like rescuing Beth and the other women. Some evil people will have to die to protect the innocent, the helpless. I suppose the philosophy of aikido would be that if the majority of people were disciplined over themselves and didn't strive to harm others, you wouldn't need to have pitched battles. Perhaps someone would lose their temper and it would be your responsibility to let them get over their anger or madness without harming them until they came to their senses.

"For instance, I didn't mean to harm you or to grab your body while we sparred, but I did touch you accidentally. If you were greatly offended by this incident, and tried to hurt me, wouldn't it be better if I prevented you from hurting me until I had a chance to properly apologize instead of killing you and compounding the original crime. First I grab you, then I kill you when you take offense. Seems like I just doubled the wrong I did you in the first place. I make no judgement as to what style of fighting is best. I recognize there are some people who may deserve to die, people who are so evil they can't be redeemed, but I didn't want to learn to kill people, just protect myself. It's why aikido is one of the least offensive of the martial arts, and more directed to defense, to disarming attackers or turning their own attacks against them. Not that it can't be used that way, but it's not designed that way. I could have let you fall to your back, get the wind knocked out of you and gone for your throat while you were relatively helpless, but I have no desire to hurt you. In fact, knowing your history, I would do my utmost to avoid hurting you."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I intend to kill as many slavers as I can. As far as I'm concerned, they all deserve to die. I would hope they would all die in the most excruciating pain possible. I feel no mercy for any of them."

"I can understand why. I saw Fatima's and Yasmine's backs."

"That was not the worst of what can be done to a woman."

"I know that too. No one should be hurt against their will."

"I will never let another man touch me again."

"It must be hard sparring with men for that reason. It's almost impossible not to be touched by one. It's why I apologized."

She smiled at me. "Are you sure it was only an accident you grabbed my boob?"

I smiled back. "Very sure. I would not want you angry with me for any reason. Listen, I'd better head off to my room. I know people will want to get started early tomorrow. I was surprised you were still up."

"I have a midnight watch."

"Take care, Sahar."

"Good night, Richard."

I'd gotten a vigorous workout with Sahar, so didn't bother running. I headed toward my room, but saw Joshua appeared to be sleeping, though restlessly, so skipped entering through his quarters and went through the playroom. Yasmine was waiting for me, dressed, sitting on my bed, practicing her English.

"Yasmine, what are you doing here?"

"Maître and Maîtresse thought you might be missing your wife and like some company."

"Is it something you want to do?"

"I always want sex. May I undress?"

"You can undress. Let me shower so I can be clean for you."

She stood up and started stripping off her clothes. I went into the bathroom and took off mine. I went into the shower to wash off. I was using salt water.

"Yasmine, can you help me a moment? I only have salt water in the shower. I must be doing something wrong."

She came in. Yasmine looked lovely, her body so similar to the other young women taken as slaves. She still had scars on her back, though her back was essentially healed. I could feel my cock start to stir. She noticed, laying a hand on it.

"There's limited fresh water on the ship, and it's used for many purposes. Use the salt water primarily to wash as that's easily replenished. Use fresh to rinse off. You go from salt to fresh with this lever."

Yasmine stayed and helped wash me, putting the finishing touches on my erection. I got her soapy as well, enjoying the slickness of our bodies sliding against one another. We rinsed in the fresh water and dried each other off. It wasn't a big bed, but it was big enough for two. I entered her to her enthusiastic moans. It didn't take horribly long, and I was cumming, throbbing and pulsing inside of her. She'd managed to orgasm herself a couple times, but I felt I could have done better, so after cleaning up after myself, did one of Beth's patented seductions. I made Yasmine scream when I finally tipped her into her orgasm.

Joshua rushed to the door and burst in. "Beth!" Then saw Yasmine and I in the bed, me between Yasmine's legs with her breathing hard, still trembling.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I haven't heard anyone scream like that since Beth was taken. I thought for one sleep clouded moment, it was all a nightmare." Joshua started crying.

I got up and wrapped my arms around him. I felt somewhat foolish as I knew he didn't care for male sex and I was naked, but he clung to me, so I just stood there and let him get it out of his system. Yasmine soon joined me, wrapping her arms around him as well. He grabbed her as well, and I backed out of the embrace to put something on. He continued clinging to Yasmine. It took him several minutes to recover.

"I feel like such an idiot," he said, getting hold of himself. "I'm sorry I disturbed you."

"You're not an idiot. You've lost someone you love and you miss her and want her back. I'd be desperate if something happened to Marnie. We'll get her back, Joshua. Everyone is working hard to get her back. Everyone cares so much for her."

"He made you scream?" Joshua asked Yasmine.

"Richard is very good. As good perhaps as Beth was, Master. It was a very powerful orgasm."

He nodded to me. "He learned well, apparently."

"Very well," Yasmine agreed.

"I'll leave you alone. My apologies again." Joshua went back to bed.

Yasmine led me back to our bed. "Can you do that again?"

"Only if you promise not to scream again."

"I'll be prepared this time."

I made Yasmine scream, this time smothered in the pillows, followed quickly by two non-screamers, more to bring her down gently. We both slept soundly.

******

The following morning in the mess, some women were talking to Yasmine. She would point to me and say something and they'd look at me like I was a zebra, and they were lions.

Sahar came up to me after Yasmine spoke to her. "I don't believe it. No one could lick cunt like Beth."

"I'm sure Beth was better," I agreed. "She gave me the best oral sex I ever had, though my wife is getting close."

"They just forget what Beth was like."

"You're probably right."

Satisfied I wasn't claiming to be Beth, she left me alone.

The workday started, and I met the others who would be helping me in Joshua's room; Angelique and Delphine, both of them without a Mistress now, Dave, and Fatima, and my mother. Sherry joined us after dealing with a small medical problem.

"Dave, I don't have your experience with personnel issues and we're starting to get names of outsiders, friends of your shipmates, volunteering for the assault. Since your office is right beside sick bay, why don't you and Sherry work on doing background checks on our military applicants. Start giving their names to Edgar for consideration. I'd be looking at their particular skill sets. I'm told we need lots of sharpshooters, paratroopers, people used to clearing buildings. If Edgar thinks they fit our needs, you'll be putting them on the payroll if they pass muster.

"Delphine and Fatima, since you both speak multiple languages, we'll be using you to speak to any foreigners, or perhaps to interpret for Joshua if foreign leaders don't speak English. Stick with Joshua and help him with any phone calls. Angelique, how good are you at doing searches on the web?"

"Good enough."

"I want you searching the web for dart guns, rifles that shoot darts for anesthetizing big game or inoculating farm animals. We need something that can fire a dart accurately as far as possible. Edgar thinks we should be knocking out the women so they don't alert the bad guys when guards are killed right beside them, so none of them need to be hurt. Once we're sure everyone is safe, we can separate the slaves from the women guards and wake everyone up. Find me the best two or three on the market. If they aren't good enough, maybe they can be modified to be better."

"Done."

"What do you want me for?" Mom asked.

"Coordinating with Marnie and Andre with whatever Bill Thornhill is doing so we don't duplicate efforts. Find out what they're working on and what more they need from us. Work with Representative Ward to find out what our government is doing and if they need to be pushed more."

"You work with William Thornhill?" Delphine asked.

"Yes. I'm his Personal Assistant, or was until coming here."

"I worked as his nanny for about a year when Madeline was younger. He's a very nice man to work for."

"Yes, he is. A woman named Consuela has the job now. She's teaching Madeline Spanish. Everyone has something to do. Let's get busy."

They disbursed. Edgar came in to see me mid morning. He handed me a sheet of paper with some phone numbers on it.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Phone numbers of people who'll handle dodgy business without asking questions. Commit the phone numbers to memory, then get rid of the paper. Don't write them down or enter them into your phone. If you have to deal with them, try not to do so directly. It's best to put some layers between you and them."

"I understand."

"Good."

Angelique came over to me. "I found these dart guns available for sale. Would you like to take a look?"

"Please, Edgar hang loose for a minute. You'll probably need to see these."

"Most of the dart guns are roughly the same," Angelique said. "With the pistols or shorter barreled rifles, accuracy out to about twenty yards, which I'm guessing is insufficient. Some of the longer barreled weapons will be accurate to what they call an effective range of about 75 yards, with the possibility of shots out to about 150 yards under ideal conditions. None of them allow for multiple shots without reloading. For animals, it wouldn't be necessary. This one, the JM Special 25, by DanInject, claims an effective range of 85 yards with a possible maximum range of 165. It even comes with the telescopic sights."

"What do you think, Edgar, will that fill your needs?"

"I'd love to get an effective range of 150 and at least a four round magazine than can be quickly changed. Single shots might result in too many women getting hurt, even at night."

"Where is the company located?"

"Austin, Texas."

"I'll take their phone number and give them a call. See if Lynn needs any help."

"Yes, sir."

I put in a call to DanInject and asked to speak to the President of the company and one of his top engineers. "It might result in a substantial order and a whole new product line, worth millions" I said.

Edgar and I waited patiently while they scrambled to get the people together or put them on a conference call.

"What can we do for you, sir?" The president asked when they were ready. The second time someone had called me sir within a few minutes.

"Are you familiar with Stockholm Syndrome?"

"That's when the hostages start to identify with the people who took them hostage, right?"

"Correct. I represent Thornhill Industries and we have some governments interested in a new type of dart gun with which hostages can be put to sleep when an assault is made on the bad guys holding them, to minimize civilian casualties to those poor hostages who may otherwise warn or help their captors. We may have such a situation percolating and we need your expertise, fast. From what we can tell, you have one of, if not the best, dart guns on the market today, the JM Special 25. It has a couple problems for our needs, however. We'd like an effective range of at least one hundred fifty yards, and the ability to load a magazine of at least four darts with rapid reload."

"How many hostages are you referring to, for God's sake?"

"Perhaps fifty to sixty, with at least that many bad guys, who won't be taken out with dart guns. The problem is, we need those new dart guns in roughly a week. I can have ten million dollars sent to you for the investment in your time and talent. Is it possible to get anything close to what we need, in the time we need them?"

They put us on hold and conferred. "My engineers said they can probably get you better range with a longer barrel, perhaps a modification to the JM Special. The magazine is a bigger problem. I'm not sure we can come up with what you need in a week, even if we work day and night."

I thought about that. "A week was to allow time for the participants to practice and get used to the characteristics of the dart gun. Why don't we buy twenty of the the JM Specials with the extended range in single shot. I'll send you a shipping address. Overnight them. We can give you two weeks for twenty more of the models with the new magazines, but no longer. If you need more manufacturing capacity, we might be able to help. Talk to Thornhill again. I can promise you more business if you can do it. Can you do it, or do we try a competitor?"

We were put on hold again. I was crossing my fingers.

They came back on the line. "We're pretty sure we can do it. Maybe a slightly shorter range than what you want, but not substantially less, maybe a three instead of a four round magazine, but with one in the chamber, it would still give you four shots without reloading on the initial magazine, but it would be something better than what we have now."

"Excellent. Send mock ups of the new rifle to this address, immediately." I gave them the address of Greenbriar's combat training manufacturing facility. "It needs to be duplicated in style, size and weight for a Hogan's Alley like training exercise. Contact Thornhill Industries, Mr. Thornhill's office directly. They'll send the ten million immediately. I can't thank you enough for your help."

"Damn, Richard. Kicking ass and taking names," Edgar said. "And without saying who it's really for and what it's for. Good job."

"Money does talk."

I told Mother to let Thornhill know a new bill for ten million was coming in from DanInject, and to pay it. She smiled and got on the phone.

Edgar let Joshua's company know there was a new mockup gun coming in to add to Hogan's Alley scenarios and to plan on putting together something and send it down to The Bahamas ASAP, when they'd finished modeling the target for the assault. During the rest of the day, a few women came into our work space for no particular reason I could tell. Mostly, they seemed to be talking to Mom.

We put in around 16 hours, then Joshua told us all to get some shuteye and we could start again tomorrow morning. I took another shower and when I came out, two more naked women were sitting on my bed.

"My name is Hibbah," the black beauty said.

"Mine is Farah," the other one added. "We were wondering if you could do for us what you did for Yasmine."

"I suppose," I said. "It would be hard to do two at once that good."

"Not two," Hibbah said, "one at a time. You can start with Farah. She's the one who suggested it." Hibbah sat on the only chair in the room.

"Learning from my mistakes last night where we woke up Joshua, please keep something on hand to cover your mouth so we don't wake him again."

"That's what pillows are for," Farah said. "Beth taught us." She leaned back and spread her legs.

I gave her the same as I gave Yasmine last night. Farah was easy to arouse, but fairly hard to keep on edge that long. She was making low moaning sounds for much of time, thrusting her hips against my mouth. I had to be careful not to let her cum too early. When Farah climaxed, she spun out of control, her legs wanting to crush my head if I didn't have my hands on her thighs keeping them spread. She screamed into the pillow, and I gave her four more quick orgasms to bring her slowly back to earth.

"He is as good as Beth," Farah panted. "He's better than anyone else on the ship now, even better than Angelique."

"My turn," Hibbah said. "You take the chair."

They switched places. I did the same thing for Hibbah, totally focused on her pleasure, work over for the moment, and Farah forgotten. It had the same result; Hibbah a limp puddle of jelly lying on my bed.

"Perfect," Hibbah sighed, having caught her breath. "It looks like you need to cum. Your cock has been hard since you came out of the shower. Would you like one of us to take care of it?"

"If it's not too much trouble," I replied. "It's late, and it won't take much, maybe a little bit of oral sex."

They took turns bobbing on my cock and in four minutes, I was done, since I didn't want to wait too long, before going to sleep. It helped that I had been hard for over an hour.

"Do you always orgasm so easily?" Farah asked.

"I can do better if I'm not in a hurry. I figured you wanted to get to bed as much as I did."

They looked at each other. "Perhaps we should see how well he fucks next time," Hibbah said.

"I think so."

******

The following morning, the women were whispering around me again at breakfast. Sahar looked disgusted. After another day of hard work, Darla and Kelly wound up in my bed. I don't think I'd ever been with a woman who did as little body manicuring as Darla did. Despite that, she was intoxicating. I wanted to drown myself in her pubic fur, despite all the stray hair my mouth seemed to acquire. I felt like I was grooming a cat, or should I say pussy. They both took turns sucking my cock for my own relief, Darla ending up with my sperm, though she shared it with Kelly when I'd stopped spurting. The next night it was Angelique and Delphine, my assistants, who came to my bed and quickly stripped off.

"I feel guilty for doing this without Mistress' permission," Angelique said, removing her clothes. "Master Joshua said that under the circumstances, she would forgive us."