Life as a New Hire Ch. 29

It was an opportunity for me to get creative and for Rhada to let her imagination run wild. Her body could not recoil from what she could not sense coming. I was forever tricking and distracting her, letting her true passion burst forth from a discipline that would have constricted and strangled it.

By tying her down, I was setting her free. For the moment, freedom took the shape of a flogger. Rada was turned to face the headboard, her handcuffed wrists secured to the suspension rig above my bed. She did not see the thick black satin sash that became her blindfold, or the twin blue sashes that I added to each carpus. She could only feel the light pressure on her cheekbones and wrists.

I pressed her legs apart by placing my knees between her calves. I was at her back. She could feel my engorged member, yet couldn't trap it with her thighs. It was not her toy to play with.

Rule one of flogging: no wrap around. Always know precisely where the tips of the lashes will fall. Don't get carried away. Always avoid unprotected bone structures.

Rhada craved that lash. It was right up there with dual penetration on her list of favorite things. Because of that, I draped the lash over first her right butt cheek, then her left. I let her feel the fibers of each 'tail' that completed the device. I considered it a re-introduction. Her tremors confirmed that her memories were exciting her. The first blow fell on her stomach between her belly button and rib cage.

I leaned to my right to make sure the tips came down between the abdominals and left oblique. Rhada yipped. On previous encounters I had used a ball gag on her. This time I wanted her to howl wantonly and let her bare her carnality as an open act of defiance to a world that tried to define her. The next strike was awkward. I planted in on the top of her right breast, close enough to the nipple to incite fear.

I pivoted, leaned back on my knees and brought the third blow down below her left shoulder blade. I got what I wanted. The fear of pain turned into the joy of torment. She was trying to twist her body to receive the next touch of the lash - wanting it. I denied her, choosing my own sites with care and with a deliberate desire to heighten the whirlwind of passion growing in her mind.

Gasps from the lash strikes turned into a constant, low, rumbling moan. When the pain elevated her to a detached state of being, I grabbed her hips, lifted her up and sat her back down on my cock. Rhada bucked up against me as my phallus penetrated her vagina. Her moan began as a piteous whine. She was so close once more. Rhada's energetic response to our coupling allowed me to free up my lash-hand.

Her thighs and calves flexed as she sought to bring me ever deeper inside. Her copious fluids were marking the impact of our flesh with a loud, sticky, slapping noise. The knob at the base of the lash gently caressed her hip. Ever so slowly, I let it travel along the crease between her abdomen and right thigh until its inevitable contact with her clitoral hood.

Rhada's gyrations became less rhythmic and more frantic. She was starting to come unglued. Her passion enflamed me. Both our bodies gleamed with the sheen of sweat. I felt my own release stirring. Moral crunch time. I wasn't wearing a condom and the pressure on me to bring daughters into my House lay heavily on my soul.

One final bizarre frontier.

"Rhada, have you named our daughter?" I rasped into her ear. I could still pull out and shoot my seed over her fantastic ass.

"Parvati," she hissed between gulps of air. No hesitation. More and more, we were children of the same Race.

She was ahead of me. Despite our child being a political disaster for both of us, she dreamed and her dreams were of a daughter named Parvati - a Hindi Mother Goddess. If we had a son...that thought was buried in my orgasm. I was still able to rub the lash knob down until it touched my thrusting penis and scrotum.

From that position, I rose to coax her unshielded clit with the woven leathery surface. A few seconds of that, then I had to let go. My convulsions made it unsafe to keep the knob pressed against her sensitive tip. The knob...the feeling of my semen spilling forth over her womb...either or both brought her to completion.

Her howls turned into whimpers as we coasted down. Simultaneous orgasms? Hell, me cumming so soon in a sexual encounter...Kimberly trained me better than that. We had achieved an undeniable synchronicity, and that troubled me. Rhada and I were fucked up. We shouldn't keep running headlong toward any kind of relationship, yet here we were.

She was trying to maneuver her chin around her suspended arms in a blind attempt to kiss me. I met her half-way. I put the lash across her upper thighs then let it roll down. My left hand cupped her left breast, teasing up her nipple to an excited fit. My right cupped her vulva and gently massaged her sex.

"I'm far from being done with you," I growled between kisses. She buried that promise with her lips and tongue. As she broke the lip-lock, a secretive smile graced her lips. She had no idea that I caught it, so I could have let it slide. "I saw that," I said softly. Since she couldn't keep her happiness at bay, she chose to turn her head forward and lower her chin to her chest. Yes, I was going to have to get her for that.

(Revelations and continuations)

Rhada was a mess. I began working the vibrator out of her abused anal passage. She gave a feeble thrust of the hips to tell me that despite her hoarse voice, welts over some tender places and the whole room stinking of sweat, semen and vaginal fluids, she still wanted a few more seconds of artificial invigoration. I smacked her glowing backside with a light tap then removed our toy.

"No more for you," I scolded her. "We have company coming. And that means showering for us both and dressing for me." Rhada's limbs moved with leaden slowness as she propped herself up on her elbows and looked over her shoulder at me. Since I had not enlightened her about my plan, she was showing some deep anxiety - the 'can I escape notice before anyone else finds out' impulse.

Rhada's efforts to right herself were painful to watch. I short-circuited her stress by sweeping her up in my arms 'bride-style' to her startled 'aha'. Making for the door was not on my agenda. Forcing her to make a choice was. A few playful swings and she smiled despite her desire to be dour. A few more twirls earned me a playful kick of the legs signaling the end of her muscle toxicity and a return to mobility.

Not a word was spoken. My intent was clear and I reinforced that by unclasping one end of her leash once she was back on her own two feet. We stood a few centimeters apart, close enough we could feel each other's heat. The chain was unwound from one shoulder, tugged beneath her breasts and finally the other shoulder came free. The moment of honesty was before her. I turned and walked to the door.

I tugged at the leash, but she would not move. I looked back to make some sense of her mood. Her eyes were downcast and her bound hands had risen up to grasp her collar and fiddle with the leash's clasp. I nearly blundered at that moment. I wanted to argue with her - to make my case for her confronting her desires. In hindsight, it was no longer my battle.

Two short breathes were followed by one very deep one. Rhada's hand fell to her side as she stepped toward me, eyes still downcast. I turned as if nothing had happened. The door opened and we stepped out...to multiple sets of eyes. My comrades hadn't given me four hours. No, they had sat in my cramped living room and listened to my sexual antics instead.

Undoubtedly there had been a running commentary, complete with peanut gallery. My friends were somewhat freaky - like me.

"Hey Rhada," the first one spoke. That was my fuck-buddy and Girl Friday - Odette Sievert. She already knew my captive Amazon's secret and the importance of keeping it hidden.

Sakuniyas had our sole chair. Timothy, Sovann Mean and Delilah shared our...new sofa...it had to be the sleeper-sofa Timothy had teased me about. Odette sat on the floor, back to the sofa, between Timothy's and Sovann's legs. Wiesława was standing with her back to the support that separated the living room from our kitchenette.

Her look of astonishment said it all...a long time listening to sex taken to a whole new level she hadn't even imagined existed. Timothy gave me a low whistle. Two fingers - his bedroom. That was 'Bro'-speak for Miyako and Selena having crashed out on his bed...so I could keep track of where all my women were. By the way, gay guys are 'Bro's too.

Liking dick does not stop them from having a dick and all the accompanying malfunctions associated with that affliction.

"Shower," I addressed to the room and off Rhada and I went. She was psychically numb when we made it to the bathroom.

She had been paraded forth on a chain, naked before strangers and stranger-Amazons. I removed her chain first, letting it drag over her body. The cuffs came next. I handed them to Rhada, along with the chain and had her set them on the sink - her belongings, thus reinforcing it was her choice to let me be her master. The collar was waterproof, so it stayed on.

The hot water from the showerhead invigorated our flesh, washed away our sweat and misted up the bathroom with is vapor. There was no sex. Our contact was sensual and compassionate. Rhada unwound her fatigue and loosened her anxieties as I ran my hands over her bruised, lashed and tender flesh. I had her bathe me when I finished with her.

Once the shower was off, I opened the stall door, grabbed the first towel and gave it to Rhada.

[OKH] "I love you," she murmured, her face half buried in the fabric. I retrieved the second towel and started to dry off.

[OKH] "There is no other in my life," I sighed.

And there can be no such love in my life, Rhada," I confessed. "Twenty-four hours ago I nearly died. That is what most Amazons will think about. They will talk about the numbers I killed and the Amazon lives I saved. They will not dwell on Saku - that's Shammuramat, The Friendless, former Queen of Assyria and last surviving member of House Anat.

The only two things that I want to remember about today are you and her. You, because you make me feel something besides fear and confusion. With you, I feel...right." She snuggled into me, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist. "With Saku, it is the importance of a second chance. I think a lot of us need a second chance."

[OKH] "If you say so," she sighed happily. She hadn't gotten an 'I love you. too'. She had been given 'you are important to me - more than battle honors and praise' which, in her book was almost as good. For tonight, it was good enough. From there, it was a simple matter of drying off. I dried her back, Rhada dried mine.

The chain went on effortlessly. Her cuffs went on but weren't linked together. I put my towel around my waist. Rhada used hers to dry her long, thick hair. Chain in hand, we returned to the living room. Wiesława shattered the serenity of the moment.

[OKH] "Rhada, was he that sexually enjoyable?" the Polish Amazon inquired eagerly.

Saku's head whipped toward Wiesława then to Rhada.

[OKH] "That...'thing' is one of us?" the Ancient One snapped. Rhada flinched.

"She's not a thing, she is one of us," I responded with amusement, not anger. "Considering your lousy grasp of virtually every relationship you've been in, I count your input to be childish."

[OKH] "Childish?" Sakuniyas growled as she stood. It was 'everyone stands up' time. Except for Odette, who had missed out on the clues of upcoming violence. Saku glared at Wiesława. "Are you as weak as this one?" she indicated Rhada.

"What are you talking about?" Wiesława was confused. "They are just playing."

Now the naïve boot was on someone else's foot.

"She is his slave!" Saku yelled at Wiesława. "How can you tolerate an Amazon being that way?"

"What?" Wiesława looked to me and Rhada.

"That's right, Wiesława," I met her questing eyes. "There are three Amazons in this room. Saku is not one of us, but you are. Tell me - who restrains the freedom of any Amazon?"

"No one," was her automatic response.

"Don't cloak your abomination in clever words, Ishara," Saku spat.

"That's Wakko Ishara," Delilah corrected her. I ignored Sakuniyas for the moment.

"Wiesława, am I curtailing Rhada's freedom in any way? When she is with me, she is my slave and body servant. We engaged in combat, I won, so she services me," I explained.

"No..." Wiesława mumbled. She was torn between 'this must be a joke' and 'redeem your honor, bitches'.

"That's right," Saku sizzled. "He has made an Amazon his slave." Wiesława was about ready to switch sides (join with Saku) when the peanut gallery started laughing.

"What are you laughing about?" Wiesława spun on them angrily, her English skills starting to break.

"Wiesława, if Rhada suddenly screamed out 'help me' what would happen?" Odette snickered. That stumped her.

"What does that matter? She is supposed to be an Amazon," Saku countered in her loud voice.

"Sakuniyas, how do you think Rhada ended up here?" Timothy regarded our rude guest.

"Don't change the subject," Saku growled.

"This is the subject, Saku-luv," Delilah snorted. "This is Rhada choosing to be free. This is who she wants to be when she's with Cáel. In fact, hers is the greatest display of fearlessness I've ever witnessed...and keep in mind the crowd we are running in."

That barb struck three different women in three different ways. For Rhada, it was what I'd been pushing her toward the entire night, yet it took a woman declaring it to make it real in her mind. Her choice to be my captive really was a brave thing. She was defying her conventions to do what her heart demanded. If I hadn't had my hands full, I would have kissed Delilah.

For Wiesława, it placed her on the horns of a dilemma. Amazons strove to be free. She was honor-bound to see that Rhada was free, yet Rhada was choosing to be a slave...she was back to being undecided about this entire ordeal. Saku saw Delilah's statement congealing the resistance to her conservative ideals (despite her having broken them herself).

Sovann took the break in the action to stand up, stretch out and then sit on the floor between Timothy's legs, back to the sofa. He had on a light gray muscle shirt and blue-plaid boxers, so his actions were more than enough to earn him some 'girl yummy', despite the wide acceptance that he was gay. That left the middle spot on the sofa for me and I took it.

Rhada tagged along and obediently curled up at my feet. To stress the point, I gave the chain a gentle yank. It was enough to get her attention and tilt her face in my direction. Another short pull and she rose up on her knees so that I could lean forth and give her a fierce kiss. She was murmuring like a pantheress in no time.

Submission to me had not lessened Rhada's warrior spirit in the least. She was becoming comfortable in her skin, being both an Amazon and captive to my captor. Odette propped herself up so she could kiss Rhada on the shoulder.

"Do you want something to drink, Rhada?" Odette inquired. Rhada nodded.

"Some crushed ice would be nice...thank you," she added. Odette hopped up to fulfill her errand. Timothy decided to restart the 'On Demand' movie the gang had been watching while Rhada and I were busy. It was Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Guaranteed to have the Amazons groaning over the unrealistic combat maneuvers while ogling the man-candy.

Rhada started out by placing butterfly kisses on the side of my knee. From there, she began making 'washing' motions with her hair on my shin. I looked down to see her sneaking peeks up at me. Damn, her actions had been silent appeals for attention. I ran my middle finger's nail along her eyebrow from nose-bridge to cheek then repeated the stroke several more times.

I would catch up with the Black Widow later.

"Do you think you could dress up like that woman (the Black Widow) for Halloween?" I asked my captive. Oops. Indian Amazon - what was Halloween again? We cleared that hurdle and a few more before I finally sent Rhada home. Finally I could lie down...but sleep didn't come.

(Bitter fruits)

"Hello, Iskender," I rose from my seat at this Turkish breakfast eatery called Sip Sak. We hugged, then took our seats. He was incredibly jittery, much like a man about to rush into a battle that had already expressed its savagery.

"First off, He wishes to profess his gratitude by bestowing the title of Magyarorszag es Erdely Hercege upon you, Cáel. Do you accept this down payment on the debt we owe?"

I stared at him blankly. The first, second and third words finally registered = [Magyar] Hungary and Transylvania. The last one?

"He has declared you Prince of your Peoples, the Ten Tribes," Iskender seemed exceptionally excited to deliver the news, so I plastered on a 'happy face'.

Was I expecting a Mongolian-Turkish horde to come riding out of Kazakhstan to place me on some throne? No. This was an 'atta boy' in silk ribbons. I was a non-Altan urag (Temujin's extended family), non-Mongolian, non-Turkish nobleman...

"Well," I chuckled, "I don't think you wanted to meet solely in order for me to feel better about myself."

"Of course not," Iskender nodded. He pulled put a white crushed-hemisphere shaped device. One tap and the thing began humming. I felt my eardrums tingle. "I am glad you are with us," he grinned. "He wants you and the Amazons to not lose faith in the Earth & Sky. Everything is going according to plan."

Those were two bad things: the old refrain rang true once again - I was an idiot. By taking Genghis Khan's 'down payment', I was joining the Earth & Sky with all the attendant benefits and flaws...things like: when Temujin 'asked' me to do something, he wasn't really asking. I was on his team now. I couldn't beg out of the honor I had just accepted.

Those who rebelled against the Great Khan had a lousy survival track record. How was I going to explain this to Katrina...or St. Marie...or my Aunts, who had a nice, cushy villa waiting for me when I joined the Illuminati? The other bad thing - Temujin had already put in motion an Earth & Sky operational plan before the Seven Pillars hit us early yesterday.

This had to be a panicked-feigned retreat on a strategic scale.

"That must be some plan," I prodded him. I might as well try to get something good out of this quagmire.

"The first part is the most critical to you and your allies in the government," he began.

"The first phase began fifteen years ago. We began to secretly inoculate the Turkish and Mongolian peoples of Mongolia, the Siberian Autonomous Regions, the Turkish states of Central Asia and the northern and western provinces of China. We also penetrated the People's Republic's healthcare apparatus - mainly in the field of vaccines," he was definitely pleased with this 'plan'.

"Vaccines for what?" I inquired quietly. That question made him happier.

"Anthrax," he leaned in and whispered.

"Anthrax?" I tried to keep the gibbering terror out of my voice.

"Yes," Iskender nodded.

"As the Communists scurried about like headless chickens when their atheistic state died, we stole their research and a few of their research scientists. By the time our old foe, Russia, took that government's place, the evidence had vanished. The Soviets had weaponized Anthrax and thought they destroyed all the data, which worked well for us," he informed me quite happily.

"What kind of death toll are we looking at?" I gulped.

"We are looking at reducing the Han population in the key provinces to 30% of the total population. You see, that is the cleverness of the attack. Once we create outbreaks in the designated zones, the Chinese will inoculate the Han first."