Jaci Stone - Act 03

Notes:

As the name implies, this is part three of a series.

The Story :

Is long

Contains magic

Has only adult characters

Also, the main character is Transgender.

I love Jaci Stone :-)

Read well, but watch your eyes.

Jaci Stone - Act Three

A small group of guards entered the gym and were getting ready to set up a guard post in the gym when the portal closed. I hoped that it was Yelina's team that did the closing rather than a trap being sprung while my daughter was inside it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Jaci?"

My hand immediately went to hers, holding it rather than turning around to face her. "Yeah, Sammy?"

"Do you remember that place I took you to, so I could open the portal to go see our children?"

"Yes."

"I don't know how your unusual mode of transport works, but can you take us there?"

"There was a tapestry on the wall, a pentagram with gold colored marks at the intersections," I replied.

"That's the one."

I turned around to face them. Diedre was in shock, but maintaining her composure. Samantha had a ray gun in each hand. "Give one to Diedre." I said as I held out my hands for them to take.

"We're ready," Samantha nodded.

I took their hands and held them as I took a step forward. Then we were there, in the tapestry room. "Here you go."

"Thank you, my love," Samantha planted a kiss on my lips. "I sense your concern for your daughter, but please don't go to her. You don't know what they've walked into, and your appearance could be a distraction."

"I promise," I nodded. "I hope not to see you again, Diedere."

"Well, she has to attend our wedding," Samantha teased. "Family rules." Diedre gasped, and I chose that moment to make my exit.

I didn't go back to the gym, I went to my condo. I started out at the buildings on the horizon, trying to make sense of it all.

Who were these people? They could track magicians and had weapons that could disable and kill them. 'The Butcher' story popped into my head. The more I thought about the people who had tried to kidnap Grace and Natasha and the other teams who had entered the gym? Yes, Morena was justified.

"Ma'am?"

I whirled around to see who was behind me. She was one meter four, maybe forty kilos, but that was just an illusion. She was a Revenger. "Next time, knock," I ordered.

"Yes ma'am. I'm Hera."

"The Hera?" I asked.

"No, ma'am." Hera shook her head. "I heard your thoughts about The Butcher."

"My most obvious question is 'why didn't you intervene?'"

"Revenge. Her family was among those in that particular lab; two sisters, a brother, and one of her daughters."

"Shit," I muttered. "I didn't hear that part."

"Morena only describes half of what she did, and we can still feel her nightmares if we are close. It was a consensus among us that her suffering is justice enough. Since you have awakened, you have the power to banish, execute, or forgive her. Your forgiveness is enough to rest her mind."

"You put a burden on me," I sighed.

Hera shrugged. "That's the way the story goes."

"Okay, I want to read it. The story."

"I'll bring you the book." Then she was gone. I had forgotten to tell her to make some kind of noise when she vanished.

The gym was a little less chaotic when I returned. Julie had arrived and was taking stock of the weapons, guards watching over the attackers that were still alive.

How strange is that?

My children came to say their goodbyes and some commented that this was the most exciting evening that they have had in awhile. All of them added that they didn't want to do it again. I reminded them that the reason that all of this had begun was because one of their number had come up missing. I added a warning about sorcerers while I had their attention. They promised to be careful and aware.

Sarah was last, holding out her hands to me. "Mother, this isn't something that is supposed to happen in this city. It is supposed to be a sanctuary for all, yet these men are preying on us. What was left unsaid from all the others was that those men need a serious ass-kicking. I am in agreement with them, but the code you taught said there shouldn't be unnecessary loss of life."

"Daughter, there is more to that than you can possibly know. Have you ever read mythology?"

"Yes," she nodded.

"And what do you remember of Ceres?"

"What?" She paused for a moment, and she seemed to be debating something in her head. "Alot. She has recently become a subject of fascination for me, mostly because of the stories told about you and...fertility."

I snorted. "Not something I thought I would hear my daughter say."

"Most men can't claim...how many children do you have now?" Sarah asked. I shrugged. "So, back to Ceres. She was goddess of agriculture, fertility, and...oh...law."

"Ceres the Just," Julie said from beside me.

"A misnomer," I countered. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention that again, Julie."

"Yet, you wouldn't have mentioned it if there wasn't some importance to it," Sarah pointed out. "Ceres, as a goddess, always would know when someone was guilty. That would also mean that she could judge whether or not loss of life was necessary. It actually makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it."

"Don't think too hard. Shoo."

"I understand, mother." Sarah gave me a quick peck on the cheek, turned around, and vanished with the sound of a snapping rubber band.

"Shit, Julie."

"You were getting ready to mention it anyway," Julie countered.

"I was going with a completely different tack," I sighed. "How's the collection going?"

"We're going to move them by bus again. None of them are natural immortals, which goes with everything that we know so far."

"And the other ones that we captured?" I whispered.

"There are only so many places that we can hold them indefinitely without violating the Laws of Man. Needless to say, they are our guests at a hotel they can never leave, in a country that permits such things."

"I'll have to stop by there," I said.

Julie pulled out her cellphone and showed me a picture of a very unusual symbol painted on a wall. I committed it to memory and she put the phone away. "They won't say much, only uttering epithets about women, and witches and what we should do with our broomsticks, and...well...you get the picture."

Nasty fuckers. "Yes, I do."

"We have a bus on the way, Jaci. I'll take the weapons to our lab."

"Sounds like a plan," I nodded.

Julie gave me a head nod, and went back to stacking the weapons on a cart. The attackers were not only bound physically, they were also under a binding spell. I picked the man who seemed to be the leader and sat down in front of him.

"Forget it, Madam Stone," a guard named Jo said. "They have some sort of hypnotic suggestion that blocks compulsion spells."

"You've tried all of them, Jo?" I asked.

"Once we got past five..."

"I get the point. What's your name?" I asked the man in front of me.

"Bitch."

"Do you have a last name?" I asked.

"Whore," he smiled. "Bitch Whore, middle name Slut."

This was going to be fun. I pointed to another of the attackers in his line of sight. "What's his name?"

"Same as mine," he said with a sneer.

"Why don't you tell me your real name...PLEASE."

His eyes opened wide and his head snapped back in pain. "Marco Halloran!"

"Julie, can you be a dear and come over here?"

She appeared by my side a moment later. "Yeah?"

"I think he's got some kind of implant in his head," I said. "I heard feedback when I used my compulsion voice on him."

"You had some kind of feedback, the way everyone is looking at you," Julie giggled. I took a quick look around and all the attackers were looking at me, and the guards were finding other things to look at.

"Well, shit."

"It was pretty powerful, moreso than the wiccan compulsion spell," Julie reached out her hand and a scanning wand appeared in it. "Haven't found that skill yet?" She asked the bound, now very scared attacker. After running the wand over his head a few times, she showed me the display.

"Cochlear implant," Julie announced.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Filters out the subvocal component of the compulsion spell. You overpowered it and that's what caused the feedback. The implant can be used for communication as well. That part isn't active, thank the goddess."

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"There's a connection, but no transceiver," Julie answered. "We need to study that technology, but we'll have to remove the implant and that'll make him go deaf."

"Okay. I'm sure the healers will be too busy to heal him, right?" I asked

Julie knelt so she could look the goon named Marco in the eyes. "I'm sure one of the three healers that his boss kidnapped and is probably experimenting upon would be happy to heal him. We should just feed this piece of shit to Strong and be done with it."

"Yes," I nodded. "It may come to that."

Julie went back over to the weapons pile and put her hands on it. A step later, she disappeared with all of them.

I pondered Marco kneeling in front of me. "Tell me, have you ever seen a vampire, Marco?"

"Vampires don't exist," Marco snapped.

"Yes, they do. I've seen four in Los Angeles, and they love to eat people." I chuckled. Then I remembered that Strong could not 'see' these people or their technology. Did they know that? Knowledge of Revengers was known to every magician I had met, did this mysterious group know about them as well?

I went over to Joanna, second-in-command of the company-sized guard unit was now occupying the gym. I really hoped that nobody from the neighborhood came in here right now, my reputation would be ruined.

"Joanna?"

"Yes, Jaci?"

"Do you sense them?" I asked in a whisper.

"No," she admitted. "I wasn't actively using magic to find someone I could already see."

"Can you contact the people holding the other group and have them scanned? Strong admitted that he couldn't feel them either. Magic or technology is hiding them and we need to find a counter for it."

"Yes ma'am."

Fifteen minutes later, a bus arrived and the guards started taking the captives out in pairs. It was left unasked that the surrounding neighborhood not see any of the activity.

Grace was waiting for me at the bottom of The Hills house driveway. She gave me a brief rundown on what had happened and told me that Yelina would brief me in full the following day.

***

After breakfast, which was actually brunch, Janine told me that my calendar was clear and that I could go planting if I wanted. I told her that I was waiting to hear from Yelina. She gave me a half-smile and told me that Yelina would give her report tomorrow.

The trick was obvious. Since Grace had told me 'tomorrow' at half-past zero hour this morning, I was still in 'today.'

Janine was still standing there with her half-smile and raised eyebrow. I told her to get her ass upstairs and get ready for her punishment. I hadn't seen her move that fast in a while.

She was standing in the middle of my bedroom floor, eyes closed. When we began the punishment game I had insisted that the only thing I told her I would punish her with was her paddle, and it was laying on the floor behind her, a gold ring atop it.

I was sure that the ring denoted something magical, so I slipped it on my middle finger. The paddle had a spell engraved into the long edge, a transference spell. She wanted to experience my love for her as I used the paddle for punishment. That will come later, I thought as I set the paddle back onto the floor.

"Spread," I commanded. Janine complied, spreading her feet a little over shoulders' width apart. "Bend!" When she didn't bend over, I knew the game was on. She had her hair bound up in a loose ponytail, which was intended for me to ride her later. My second punishment to her was not going along with her attempted setting of the scene.

The holder came off, and as I circled around her, I slowly and roughly freed her hair until the full chesnut wave was falling across her back. On my next circuit, I stuck my finger through her hair, finding the shorter hairs at the top of her spine. Keeping a hold on the hairs, I did a quarter circuit. "Bend." She complied as I pulled her hairs to force her body to bend, finally concluding when her hands were on the floor. "Good girl."

My fingers went up her spine as I completed my circuit, each ass-cheek getting a smack. I repeated this maneuver, going around her and smacking her ass with my hands three times. The next time, I stopped behind her and doffed my clothes, my cock flipping out when I pulled my panties down.

Janine let out a little gasp, and I responded with a smack on her ass. I didn't pull my hand back, instead moving it over to her sex, slipping a finger inside. Goddess, she was wet and slick. I repeated the movement, then added a second finger. The grunt she let out as she had her orgasm would be punished. I pulled my fingers out, pausing for a moment to leave her wanting for my touch, then spanked each ass cheek four times. She let out another grunt. I sighed.

I wanted to add something to the scene. Her ass sticking up in the air deserved something different. I knelt down by her head. "You're a naughty girl, Janine," I whispered.

"Mmmhmm."

"You've something else in here. Where is it?"

"Mmm."

"You may speak."

"Closet, bottom drawer."

The closet was behind me, but I wouldn't let her go unpunished. I walked behind her and paused. I moved closer and pushed my cock into her slippery hole. A normal reaction would be for the woman to push back against me, but Janine took the teasing like a pro. I needed some relief, I really needed it. I fucked her quick and hard and pulled out just before I was going to cum. My jizz took my direction and fountained into the air, most of it landing on Janine's back and the back of her head. Sticky bulls-eye.

My cock staying hard was normal. It wouldn't go down until I willed it to go down, and that would be a while. I went over to the closet and pulled open the drawer she had indicated. Inside were simple toys: A dildo, two strings of anal beads, and a riding crop. A bottle of lube was also included. Two strings of anal beads? Yes, that could be fun.

I pulled the toys out of the drawer and set them on the bed. I kept the crop, and tested it on Janine's ass. Yes, it would work just fine.

Hardbody, that was an accurate term for Janine. She was in a perfect bend, her body at a ninety-degree angle. Her breath was even, just the slightest sheen of sweat on her skin.

Another lash of the riding crop across her hard ass broke the silence in my room. The crop was long enough to take it across both cheeks, so I did. Hard. A thin welt appeared across her ass cheeks, then disappeared.

Janine's natural immortality was taking over, healing the welts as I was giving them. She and I had agreed on terms for her punishments, the safe word. She had never used it, taking every indignity that I could imagine.

Uncle Jimmy and I had went fishing a few times, using nothing more than a bamboo rod and fishing line along with the requisite hooks. I didn't know why that popped into my head, but one of the bamboo rods appeared in my empty hand. A cane.

One day, a few months ago, a book had appeared on the desk in my office. I knew instantly that Janine was dropping hints about her punishments, and a punishment was coming just for that book's appearance.

Canes. I knew how to use those, so I dropped the crop and shifted the cane to my active hand. The sound of the cane hitting her ass seemed a thousand times louder than the crop had been. A welt appeared then vanished.

No safe word. I gave her two more, and she was still strong, not budging a centimeter. When I gave her another, a sound escaped her mouth, but it wasn't a word. It was a groan. I had just given Janine an orgasm hitting her with a cane across her ass.

What the hell?

My brain struggled with this. Janine was getting off on me caning her. I loved her dearly, but I didn't want to hurt her. Sure, the welts vanished as quick as I applied them but was I doing mental damage? Every punishment I had given her before was just a prelude to the fucking and orgasms, not orgasmic in itself.

Janine's form was still solid and steady. She had assured me once that she had no pain in whatever form I forced her to take.

I readied the cane and gave her a tap. Another tap was applied, and I heard a whimper. The next was an actual strike, and was even louder. But it wasn't as loud as her orgasm sound, so I readied myself for another strike.

Then it occurred to me. Stopping the buildup was a punishment in itself. I counted to ten then delivered another strike. She had an orgasm, the screech so loud I heard her in my head.

Janine falling was something I was unprepared for. I dropped the cane as I fell to my knees and rolled so that I could catch her falling body. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Jaci. I'm alright lover," Janine thought to me. "Just a second."

I sat up and gave her gentle kisses on her forehead. Beads of sweat had formed there, and I kissed them away.

The sound of the door opening was unexpected. I turned just in time to see Marci come in. She studied the situation, Janine and I naked on the floor. Her eyes fixed on the cane, then shifted to meet mine.

"Everything okay?" She asked. I nodded. "Y'all need to take that shit somewhere else. I felt you two and I wasn't even in the room!"

"Jealous much?" Janine mumbled.

"Shut up!" Marci growled. I knew by now that was rapport and not actual anger.

"Marci?" I asked.

"Yes, Madam Stone?"

I'm never going to live the cane shit down. "Marci, how many did you feel?"

Marci spun on her heel and went for the door. "Eight. Last one knocked me over."

"Light breeze could knock you over," Janine mumbled.

"Hmmph!" Marci left the room, fake-slamming the door behind her.

"That was a great feeling, the cane." Janine let out a sigh. "What brought you to that?"

"It wasn't your book. It was another book, and canes were only mentioned, never used."

"Ahh, that book. Too bad she didn't know about magic. That guy could afford some gold."

"So can I, remember that." I felt my finger, where Janine's ring had been, and it was gone. "The ring is gone."

"I need to lay down," Janine said.

"Are you okay?"

"I am great. But I need to rest without your pecker in my ear."

My laugh was involuntary, as was Janine's smile. I slid out from underneath her, supporting her head so she didn't hit the floor. She latched onto me and we stood together. I led her to the bed, pushing her down onto the part that had already been turned down. I swung her legs over so they were on the bed so she could rest better. A little 'coo' escaped her lips and her eyes closed.

While I was washing myself, I wondered how Janine had 'projected' her orgasm. Was that something I had done because I was wearing the gold ring? There didn't seem to be any basis for that in the little magic that I knew, so I would have to go to The Library to look it up. I idly wondered if The Library had a website I could use.

Janine was gone when I came out of the bathroom. Marci was standing in the middle of the room, and she looked lost. "What's up, babe?"

"It wasn't just me. Every one of your magician lovers who live in the house felt her," Marci said. "That was a little scary, you know?"

"Marci, I wasn't pushing her beyond her limits. Everyone knows the safe word."