Jewel Ascending Ch. 12

"It is with deep regret that I must inform you that I believe he has fled the country." Saul withheld the urge to smile and feigned seriousness.

"And this has something to do with these news reports today?" Jewel asked.

"Indeed. I fear that the federal investigators are on their way now and we will likely be shut down and our assets seized due to the CEO's criminal activities."

"So the reports are true then?" The other twin asked.

"Forgive me, we have not been introduced." Saul spoke charitably.

"No, forgive me" Jewel interrupted "Mr. Wright, allow me to make introductions, this is my sister and legal advisor Jennifer McLeod, this is my mother and business advisor; Jocelyn McLeod, my Husband Donna Hancock, and my security and bodyguard Melinda."

Saul noted immediately that Lady Delacroix omitted the blond hottie. With only raised eyebrows and facial expression he indicated her and inquired about her.

"And this is Brandi." Lady Delacroix eventually provided, without elaboration. Jewel settled down into one of the chairs opposite Saul's desk and looked directly into his eyes.

"Now please tell me more about this problem with the CEO."

**

After the meeting, they rode in silence, each woman to her own thoughts as they returned to Jewel's yacht berthed nearby.

What was supposed to have happened was Jewel would meet and greet Neil Smith and thank him for fulfilling his contract when he provided the software codes for the banking security software he wrote for her husband.

She would then present Brandi and invite Neil to her yacht for a celebration that evening where she would fulfill her husband's contractual obligations by officially gifting Brandi to him.

None of that would be necessary now.

When they returned to the yacht from the meeting they were all still stunned from what they had heard. Jennifer and Jocelyn had opted to turn in early but Jewel was too amped up to sleep right now.

Jewel was angry. No, more than angry, she was furious. She was not a cowering slave anymore. She needed to know more. She needed to find out exactly what her husband's purpose was with the nanobots and his full involvement in financing their development. Something deep within her was telling her that the CEO's criminal activities were not an isolated occurrence.

"When we get back home to Allegoria we need to look into this more." Jewel declared.

"What about Brandi then?" Donna asked.

Jewel looked introspective for several long moments.

"We should keep her. I don't like the idea of sending her back to the service."

"You want to save her?" Donna asked.

Jewel nodded her head; yes.

"You can't save everyone." Donna chided gently.

"Maybe I can't help everyone. Maybe I can't help anyone. But maybe I can help this one." Jewel answered.

"No act of kindness, no matter how small, goes unnoticed." Donna encouraged. "If you want to we can make an offer to buy her contract and have her removed from the NSSA&M's service."

"Let's look into it when we get back home. Probably have to get the attorneys involved." Jewel grumbled.

Later that evening after Donna had gone to sleep; Jewel looked out the porthole from her master stateroom and gazed at the New York harbor. She remembered the American Tricentennial of her youth and watching on the news as tall ships sailed in to fill the harbor. The special illuminations of the Statue of Liberty and the amazing fireworks that lit up the night complete with laser shows and Jets flying over.

Tomorrow morning they would set sail and leave on their return voyage to Allegoria. Jewel wondered if she would ever see America and her mother and sister again.

**

Brandi also looked out the porthole of her stateroom. This trip to America was the longest time she had ever gone without servicing a client. She was both pleased with this fact, and a bit unsettled. Many of the crew had asked about her availability and she had to decline by direction of Lady Delacroix. Sleeping alone in bed was such a luxury she hated the thought of having to go back.

Someday though...

**

Jewel worked away at her financial accounts. She usually spent two to three hours a day now reviewing investments but recently she found a new passion to occupy her curiosity.

While searching through Jean Claude's desk drawer for a pen she discovered a false bottom. Underneath that she found a notebook. Inside the notebook, in Jean Claude's shaky handwriting she found...scribbles and numbers...

Jewel recognized Jean Claude's bad handwriting as written after his stroke. Before his first stroke he had clear and precise masculine writing. As his mind deteriorated and suffered his handwriting got worse.

Jewel flipped through the book for some moments before realizing exactly what it was she was holding.

With Jean Claude's mind and memory suffering he must have written down passwords and account numbers to help keep track of his finances. Jewel immediately tried a few and found access to accounts she didn't even know existed. None of them were from the accounts Dewayne White at Smith Financial had share with her.

Jewel delved deep into each one, tracking money and who was paid what.

She stopped at one name.

James McLeod.

Jewel could clearly see that her dead husband had paid James, her brother, for some service. Eagerly Jewel followed the money trail only to stumble across another surprise. Money was moving between James' account and that of Dr. Horace Jarrod Inon.

What was James doing working for the Bimbo Lottery?

Jewel though for only a moment. She could just ask him of course. Brother to Brother. But James was a real dick. She doubted he had changed in the last seven years. There was, however, an easier way.

**

"You look so different today, happier, relaxed." Patricia Agonia stated as she critically evaluated Lady Jewel Delacroix.

Jewel was wearing a granite gray A-line genuine leather skirt with a yellow camisole and a white bolero top. She wore nude nylons and grey high heels. Her makeup was lightly done and youthful in appearance. Her luxurious and healthy long brunette hair hung down naturally without any special styling she could see.

"It's so nice to not have to wear mourning clothes anymore. I'm so sick of black right now." Jewel smiled sincerely. Even her eyes lit up with happiness.

"I've been fascinated by mix and match styles of..." Donna began speaking.

Patricia looked over to Jewel's new husband as she name dropped some locally famous clothing designers. Donna Hancock and Jewel were holding hands and Lady Jewel Delacroix was looking with adoration at her new female husband. Their wedding rings were sparkling from the natural light coming in from the windows.

"Usually I prefer more traditional and conservative clothing style to avoid criticism from my peers but Donna has been encouraging me to try new things." Jewel stated happily.

Jewel sat primly on the therapy couch as her Therapist Dr. Patricia Agonia and her new husband Donna Hancock formally met. And after several minutes of pleasantries it was time to actually commence Jewel's session.

Jewel was actually happy to sit quietly and give looks and nods of encouragement to Donna as she and Patricia discussed Jewel's reluctance concerning anal sex.

Dr. Agonia for her part was professional with her client's new husband despite her disappointment with her failure to compel Jewel to marry Kyle Oldsworth. Jewel had taken her conditioning well and had there been more time Patricia knew she would have succeeded in coercing Jewel to subconsciously accept Kyle as her new husband. But Jewel had randomly reconnected with her one and only former lover, a woman she met from boarding school and her hypnotic conditioning to accept marriage had veered onto a new candidate.

Lady Wanda Oldsworth had been apoplectic. The hypnotherapist intended to coerce Jewel into accepting marriage to Kyle Oldsworth. Then Lady Oldsworth would assume control of the Delacroix wealth and use it to fund the Society for the Restoration of the Matriarchy.

Patricia returned her full attention to the couple before her. Jewel was speaking again.

"I know I told you that I never had an anal orgasm from sodomy before but that wasn't exactly true."

Patricia smiled encouragingly. She already knew the truth from her meetings with Jean Claude Delacroix before he died but that wasn't important right now.

"What bothered me was how amazing it felt and I am afraid about what that might mean...about me."

"What precisely do you think it means?" Dr. Agonia asked.

"That I really am gay." Jewel mumbled.

Dr. Agonia couldn't help it. She actually laughed.

"Oh my...no, no, no...you are not gay. 6 years of therapy may have helped you accept your feminized status from your arranged marriage but you and I know you were never homosexual."

Jewel relaxed some, despite the laughter at this confirmation.

Dr. Agonia seized the opportunity to advance her own goals by limiting her information. Half truths would be enough.

"Sodomy should ideally stimulate your prostate. It is this stimulation that should cause pleasurable feelings resulting in orgasm. Your inability to orgasm from anal sex during your first marriage was likely due to inadequate stimulation and not your sexual orientation."

"Your former husband's lack of consideration began on your wedding night. What ideally is an amazing experience for consenting couples was taken from you by force and became your greatest shame; the loss of your virginity to Jean Claude Delacroix."

Patricia stopped to let the weight of her words sink in.

"So her former husband was a bad lover?" Donna asked.

"Most men are...err...oblivious, and seem to think that if they are having a pleasurable experience then their lover must be as well. They seem to not understand or simply forget to take care of the needs of their lover."

Patricia watched as Jewel, who had tensed up when reminded of her wedding night, remained tense as Donna listened attentively.

"There was also the problem of recovery. My former husband would pound me so hard that my butthole would often not...close...right away." Jewel admitted, less reluctantly than her earlier admissions. "It stayed gaped open for some time afterwards. His cum would leak out down into my panties and onto my balls and down my legs to the tops of my thigh highs. It was...disgusting."

"Anal with him made me feel submissive and helpless, like I was just a piece of meat."

Jewel watched Donna, waiting for a reaction. Donna wore an expression of horror at hearing the explicit description of Jewel's wedding night.

"And how does a regular orgasm from coitus with your new husband feel?" Patricia asked.

"It feels good. I feel strong and protective." Jewel answered.

Donna smiled encouragingly at the admission.

"Yes, these orgasms affect you differently. Anal is supposed to be a submissive experience while heterosexual coitus for a male bodied individual can be more possessive and dominant." Patricia explained.

"So if you enjoy both, then what is causing your reluctance, aside from the recovery aspect you mentioned?"

Patricia and Donna waited as Jewel paused to gather her thoughts.

"Jean Claude ALWAYS fucked me doggy style. I never orgasmed, but there were two times where my husband fucked me missionary style and both times I was made to orgasm. It was so intense! The second time I even blacked out completely from the pleasure."

Jewel looked to Donna, her new husband "The same thing happens with you. That intensity scares me and I don't know that I should ever experience pleasure that intense again. It's just too much!"

"I understand, and I want to assist you in your marriage to be as happy as possible." Dr. Agonia added solicitously.

Both Donna and Jewel smiled with appreciation at Patricia's statement.

Dr. Agonia smiled as well. With Jewel married in a relationship according to her perceived orientation it should be a much simpler matter to turn her into the greedy little butt slut that Jean Claude had wanted her to be. That Jewel's new female husband would be the beneficiary of Jewel's conditioning was irrelevant.

"This is an issue we can easily address during therapy and again after during your routine hypnosis session." Patricia announced.

"So how does this normally work anyway?" Donna asked the hypnotherapist.

"Using hypnosis therapy...at the behest of her former husband Lady Delacroix has received traditional and hypnosis therapy every week for the entirety of her first marriage, except when she was in boarding school when it was monthly. This has helped Jewel to accept and adjust to her arranged marriage without losing her sanity."

"So you hypnotized her to be a better wife?" Donna asked, shock and disbelief coloring the tone of her voice.

"Oh no, not at all. Hypnotism can't make you do anything that you don't want to do.

It is simply a psychotherapy tool that can help you make a choice and then accept and live with your decision. It's a matter of action versus inaction. The only wrong choice is not making a choice."

Donna was about to argue but was stopped when Jewel, her new wife, squeezed her hand.

"It's ok. Without Dr. Agonia's help I'd have gone insane years ago. She really helped me survive all this."

Dr. Patricia Agonia smiled encouragingly, and was secretly delighted. Jewel had responded to the stimulus with the appropriate conditioned response. It was gratifying to see her efforts realized so perfectly.

**

Jewel discussed with her Hypnotherapist the two episodes of blanking out. Both times she was told to "behave" she became completely submissive and obedient and seemed to lose all strength.

Patricia was surprised. Jewel should not have been aware of the episode after the fact, she should have 'forgotten all about it'. It would seem that her subliminal conditioning was not as perfect as originally thought.

"When was the second time?" Dr. Agonia asked.

"On our honeymoon. I was teasing Donna and she teased back. She said to 'behave' and I blanked out. I only remembered it later, the next day, when Donna was talking to me about it."

Oh crap! Jewel's new female husband somehow stumbled onto the control word. Dr. Agonia needed to delve into Jewel's mind and try to mitigate the damage or the control word would be useless.

"You were overwhelmed. Your mind found a way to protect itself." Patricia reasoned with Jewel and smoothed over her concerns. Patricia set aside her plans for standard subliminal suggestions for hypnosis. Resetting the control word took priority.

**

James waited patiently for the four weeks necessary for the nanobots to fully subsume Dr. Agonia. He had greatly enjoyed the capture and enslavement of the hypnotherapist at the New York Orgy a month ago.

Dr. Patricia Agonia had been Jules...err...Jewels hypnotherapist since before his marriage. She was hired to help Jules as part of his preparation for his surprise fate becoming an arranged marriage male bride. Afterwards she had stayed on as his hypnotherapist to assist in Jules conditioning and compel acceptance and cooperation as Countess Jewel Delacroix.

Now that Dr. Agonia was enslaved by nano-bots she would be firmly under his control. James looked forward to visiting her soon and seeing the results for himself. Thanks to Dr. Horace Jarrod Inon they would soon move on their next target.

James considered what Dr. Inon wanted to accomplish and knew that it would be impossible without Jewel's money.

Coups are expensive.

A rebellion, should it come to that, is even more so.

James has over 700 Billion reasons to enslave Jewel with the nano-bots.

A staggering sum of money, really. And that was just the publicly declared amount for tax purposes. James knew the nobility well enough to know that there was probably a lot more than that in untraceable off shore accounts.

And once he had Jewel enslaved, then he could live the life of leisure and power he was destined to have. James also shrugged inwardly as personally; he now knew for certain that he wanted the Hypnotherapist to help enslave Jewel so as to add her to his harem.

James fantasized constantly about finally having Jules...Jewel, submit to him physically...sexually...he imagined living in Delacroix manor and having her splayed naked before him as he railed her ass with his cock.

James imagined having Brat fuck Patricia or Patricia fuck Brat while he fucked Jewel.

Jewel was having Ulrich Manor rebuilt. James imagined it rebuilt to his liking and using it as his personal sex palace and dungeon for all his toys and slaves.

James' dick twitched in anticipation just thinking about it.