The Novelist Pt. 06

It was already midafternoon. Tom's upset over the mistreatment of the young girl in Stephen's shop was wearing away. He wondered what would become of her. He considered his actions. Then he thought of Sam's advice. "You do what needs to be done." Sam had stated. If ever there were words that resonated with Tom, those would be them. It just made sense in its simplicity.

He pulled into his driveway and parked in front of the detached garage. He stepped into the backyard and felt the familiar calmness settle over him. He took a moment to remind himself that, despite everything that happened in the last few days, he was still in control. He had handled everything that was thrown at him so far. He smiled his wry smile.

******

Alexis sat up. She felt better after resting for an hour. Her ear was attuned to the house, and she could hear the subtle sound of the engine in the distance. She looked up and saw Tom through the floor to ceiling windows as he stepped into the backyard.

"Sir is home."

Marie looked up from the floor where she had been helping Jane with a presentation position. She beamed excited at the news.

"Oh no!" Jane said suddenly. "What do I do? What am I supposed to do?"

"Shhh." Alexis replied. "Don't get so worked up. Just kneel when he comes in. You'll be just fine."

"But... wait... kneel? Not a presentation position?" She asked with her nerves aflutter.

Jane seemed fine for a while this morning. The session that Tom had given her stirred some powerful emotions inside her. She wanted to see him again. She wanted him to be pleased. But she had fallen back into the overwhelming feelings she had when she first arrived. There was just so much to digest, and now, with all the new rules and positions she was learning, it seemed hard to act appropriately.

"Just kneel." Marie said calmly. "Try not to overthink it. Kneel and follow instructions."

"Um... okay." Jane replied tentatively.

"You'll learn, Jane. Once you start to follow instructions, it's really not that hard at all." Marie said. "It's nice not having to think too much."

Tom came through the backdoor and into the living room. Alexis slipped from the couch and the three women knelt in a row in front of him. Tom was still wearing his wry smile. He didn't say anything. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up the nipple weights from this morning. Then he came back and quickly clamped them onto Jane's breasts. She let out high pitched squeak as they took hold.

"Oh, Sir!" Marie gasped. "Please! She's been through so much already."

Tom gave her a disapproving glance. "And you think you know how to train her better than I do?"

"No, Sir! I... I just..."

Tom picked up the crop lying against the wall. He pointed the tip toward the floor in front of Jane and stared back at his mother. She lowered her head and then crawled over to assume the position.

"Look at my needy slut." He said coldly.

Marie lifted her head and stared back at her sister in front of her. It had been days since she felt the sting of the crop, and now she realized her mistake. She didn't need to be whipped. She just had to remember her place. Tom raised the end and then snapped it down making sure the sting would sear her fading bruises. Marie didn't do a thing except remain still. Jane winced at the sound of the crop each time it connected. He laid ten blows into her tender ass.

"Kneel up." Tom stated. He reached over and took the weights from Jane's breasts and then clipped them onto Marie's nipples. She whimpered audibly unused to the new pain. It was more painful than the nipple clips he attached to her yesterday.

Tom looked down at Jane. "Tell my mom what you are?" He said.

Jane looked directly into her sister's eyes. "I'm a needy slut, Sir." She didn't hesitate to get the words out.

"Good. Now, on your hands and knees. I want you to show her what that means." She shifted forward dropping onto her hands. "Do these hurt?" He asked rubbing the deep purple bruises on her ass.

"Yes, Sir. Very much." She responded.

Tom raised his hand and brought it down on her left ass cheek. Marie looked on in horror as he spanked her sister's already battered rear. He could hear her breathing quicken. Jane accepted what he had to give her. She felt those feelings begin to take hold inside her -- those new sensations that confused her so much. Tom moved his target lower between her ass and upper thighs. He slapped them without mercy until he saw her body begin to quake and shiver. Marie's eyes were trained on Jane. She saw her sister's lips tremble and the confusion in her face until she gasped out loud.

"Tell her what happened, Jane. Tell her what you just did."

"I came, Sir."

Even Alexis found it fascinating to watch a pain slut submit to her needs and get off on it. Marie just wasn't certain how it was possible. She had seen it with her own eyes, though. For her, it was just a testament to his ability to understand people and her lack of understanding about bondage and submission.

Jane was breathing heavily. The climax from the pain wasn't powerful, but the emotions that came with it were. Tom pulled her back to her knees. She looked at him adoringly. Each time he made her cum like that it caused such a connection to him.

Tom knelt down next to her.

"I have high hopes for you, Jane." He began. "More so than my mother. More than the other women you saw here today. If you can put your faith in me, I'll redefine everything you ever thought about yourself. Would you like that?"

Jane looked at him with such desire. Hadn't he done that already, she wondered. She looked at her sister who remained stoic on her hands and knees. She wanted to be here more than ever. She couldn't think about being anywhere else.

"Yes, Sir." She replied softly.

"Then unbutton my pants and pull out my cock."

Jane reached up and fumbled with his pants nervously. She was excited to see his cock again. Every time she felt it inside her, it made her want it more. She pulled his pants down and saw his half limp length dangling in front of her. She waited patiently. Just follow instructions, she told herself. It's easy if you just follow instructions.

"That's a good slut." Tom said kindly. "You're going to put it in your mouth and you're going to swallow. Now listen closely, if I see a single drop escape your lips I'm going to walk you to your car and send you on your way for good. You're different than the others, Jane. I'm going to be far stricter with you."

Marie listened to his words. Somehow she felt that he favored her sister over her. She didn't quite understand it. She thought that it might be additional punishment for trying to help her. She didn't dare utter a word. She and Alexis just watched. Tom wanted Marie to witness this, though. He wanted her to see Jane crumble to his will.

Jane reached up and lifted his heavy length into her mouth.

"That's good." He said. "Tighten those lips around it." He felt her make a tight a seal with her lips. "Now you look at me. Don't look anywhere else."

Jane lifted her gaze to his. Then she felt a warm trickle. It took her a moment to realize what was happening. It was the sweet and tangy taste of his cum that she had been expecting. It was the distinct, ammonia tinted flavor of urine. It began to fill her mouth. Her eyes widened with confusion as she pleaded silently with just a look.

"I'd start swallowing if I were you." Tom said unremorsefully.

Marie didn't understand what was happening. Then she saw Jane's throat gulp and swallow. It began to dawn on her. She could barely even process it when she saw her sister gulp and swallow again. And then again.

Jane considered backing away from the embarrassment. She didn't want to go home though. She knew he was serious. Maybe if she just endured this debasement then she could be like the other women. Tom had other plans for her. He also needed to take a piss since his left the barbershop. And so he relieved himself in her mouth for what felt like an eternity. The more she swallowed the stranger Jane felt. She was beginning to sense those unfamiliar feelings inside her. The sheer embarrassment was making her wet. A tear escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek. Not because of what he was doing to her, but because of her reaction to it. Who was she? Did she not know anything about herself? Maybe he really was redefining her whole world.

Finally she felt the stream become a trickle. She was relieved that it was almost over. Then he pulled his cock back through her tight lips and let it slip out of her mouth. Tom reached down and ran his hands over her pussy.

"You're soaking." He said leaning in and whispering. "Does the embarrassment get you off? What a dirty little slut you are. I know just how you need to be treated."

Then he ran his fingers over her clit furiously until he brought her to a satisfying climax. Tom walked over and sat down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him beckoning Alexis.

"Kneel up both of you." He said watching them shift their positions. "I'm going to let you both stay here for as long as you want. Jane, you'll be getting your own bedroom. But... I want you to remember that Alexis is the most important woman in my life."

Alexis nuzzled into him hearing his kind words.

"So, Lexi," He said turning his attention to her, "These sluts are yours as well. I'd like to give them to you."

"Really, Sir?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes. Really."

Marie didn't mind hearing the news. If she had to serve anyone else in her life, she wanted it to be Alexis. Jane, however, felt so ashamed to be given to another person. She wanted to be upset, but being regarded as property just doubled the intensity of the heat in her pussy. She was staying. He had just agreed to that. But it didn't change how confused she was about herself, her wants or her desires.

"On your knees, Lexi." Tom said.

She dropped to the floor in front of him, and he pointed his now hard cock toward her. She didn't need any instruction. In one swift motion she swallowed his entire length into her throat. Marie and Jane looked on while the strange and beautiful woman sucked him off like a practiced slut. As usual, she made the entire act look effortless and graceful. She had no trouble handling his size.

Tom pushed her forward and bent her over the coffee table. It struck a chord with Jane seeing the blonde in that position. It was the same way he had fucked her for the first time. Watching it made her ache to feel stretched by him. Tom fucked her with solid, forceful thrusts. He didn't cum quickly. He took his time and pounded her pussy finally giving her the proper attention she'd craved the last few days. When Alexis came she looked directly at Jane and Marie as if she wanted them to see Sir fuck her the way she needed. And she came repeatedly.

Marie was still unused to seeing him bring a woman to climax. The ease in which he took someone was something to be awed. He had a gift, she thought. It wasn't just his size. It was his ability as well. The entire act was new to Jane though. She'd only experienced him. Seeing him fuck was an incredible aphrodisiac. Despite the disgusting act he performed on her, she needed him more than ever.

Tom finally drained his balls inside Alexis. He didn't groan. He just breathed heavily and his nostrils flared slightly -- like a wild animal that just caught its prey. He stood up suddenly. His chest heaved as his diaphragm expanded and contracted. And soon, his breathing was normal again.

"Lexi, Jane gets your old room. Show her the way when you're finished with them." He stated turning his attention to the women. "As for you two, displeasing Alexis is no different than displeasing me. Don't question her."

"Yes, Sir." They each squeaked out. But Tom was already out the door.

******

Tom carried his clothes back up to his room. He jumped into the shower to clean himself off. Then he pulled on some more comfortable Adidas running pants. He walked back downstairs and ignored the women in the living room choosing to keep working on his preparations for tomorrow. It was indicative of his normal movements -- constant and unyielding -- as if his life was always working toward an event that never happened.

He felt good. As a matter of fact, he felt better than he had since his mother arrived. Things with Alexis were going well. He had enjoyed fucking her. She was never a problem, though. His thoughts kept drifting back to his mother and his aunt. Jane, he thought, had accepted the vile act. As far as he was concerned, she was now lost on a downward spiral to a kind of submission that he had only experienced a handful of times. It was always the strongest willed women that fell the furthest.

Tom climbed the stairs to his office and made his way to the dark oak cabinet near his desk. He opened a small door, and retrieved a crystal scotch tumbler and his bottle of Macallan 1939. Jim had bought him the bottle as congratulations when his second novel made the New York Times bestseller list. It was a forty year old scotch blend bottled in 1979 and ran the steep price of ten thousand a bottle. Tom rarely drank it. He poured himself two fingers, sat down at his desk, kicked his feet up leaning back, and then took a small sip feeling the peaty, toffee flavored liquor burn down his throat.

After a few moments, he sat back upright, unlocked his computer and began to compose an e-mail to Angie. He considered the events of the next evening. Her actions would be important, and he honestly wasn't sure how she would react. She was a wild card. He crafted the instructions and then read them back to himself a few times.

******

The lines for security were long. Angie was overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the airport. She'd never flown anywhere. She'd been to the airport a couple times, but never past security and never on a plane. They were the next in line. She stepped up to the TSA agent and handed him her driver's license and ticket. He looked at the picture and then back at her and then at the picture again. Then he scribbled something on the front of her ticket and waved her forward with a general lack of social graces.

She looked over at John. "Another line?" She harrumphed. It seemed so extraneous.

"They just need to scan our carry ons. Then we can head straight to the gate. We've got time. We'll be there just in time to board." He responded as if it weren't a big deal at all.

They inched along until they were asked to remove their shoes. Angie was happy that she had worn a pair of flats, and slipped them off and into the gray bin she set on the metal counter. She thought everything was over until she was flagged for an additional check, and taken into a small room off to the right.

"Ma'am, place your feet right here please." The overweight security guard stated pointing to a dirty rubber mat with two feet painted on the top.

Angie raised her hands up as instructed. The officer smirked as she felt around her breasts with the back of her hands. She hadn't worn a bra, and Angie was certain that the woman was pressing into her a little more than necessary. Then she bent down and brought her chubby fingers up under the hem of her skirt feeling her inner thighs coming awfully close to touching her pussy. This is ridiculous, she thought. She had worn a light sweater and a skirt that fell just above the knee. It was obvious that she wasn't concealing anything. She endured the procedure certain that the woman had singled her out on purpose.

By the time she was lead out, John was waiting next to the machine where they swabbed luggage for explosive residue. There were a few chairs set up for people to put back on their shoes. He watched her come forward and chuckled.

"I think she liked you." He said. "She totally checked out your ass just now."

"Oh, shut up." Angie said not amused. "That was completely unwarranted. I'm surprised she didn't make me strip completely. Let's just go."

Angie holstered her bag and pulled out her phone. She tapped on the screen seeing a new notification. She dropped back a few paces behind John noticing the email address. She glanced through the message, but it was long and she couldn't read it while she was weaving through the streams of people in the terminal. Angie could feel her heart rate increase. This is why she was here. This was the reason she agreed to the trip. She just needed to find a quiet place to read through his message.

******

"Well it appears that you two are all mine." Alexis said after she came down from her high. "Which one of you is going to clean my pussy?" She was still bent over the coffee table with her ass in the air.

"I will!" Marie jumped at the opportunity.

"You licked it this morning." She said dismissing her. "Jane, get back there and suck Sir's cum out of my pussy."

Jane looked at Marie surprised that she had already gone down on the blonde today. These sisters were learning a lot about each other. She crawled forward slowly, happy to get any other taste in her mouth than the one she already had. Jane had been with a couple women back in college. It was in her early feminist, women's liberation, man hating phase in law school. Even so, that was a long time ago, and this was not about women enjoying each other. This was straight servitude and obedience.

She settled herself behind Alexis. She noted her perfect, round ass and smooth pussy. Alexis didn't have even a hint of a tan line. Her skin was an even golden tan color. Without further hesitation she stuck out her tongue and licked her pussy all the way from her clit to the hole that was oozing Sir's cum.

"Oh shit!" Alexis said startled. "This isn't your first rodeo, is it? I'll enjoy having your tongue around."

Those words were devastating to Marie. It wasn't just that Sir had said her sister was different than the other girls. Now, Alexis seemed to be enjoying her more as well. She could do better if she were given the opportunity, she thought. She would take as hard a whipping as Sir could dole out. She'd drink his pee if that's what he wanted. She'd lick as much pussy as it took to be better. She wanted to be the best.

Marie knelt there with the weights pulling her nipples down. She felt strange watching her sister lick Alexis so unabashedly. Alexis cooed and moaned and wiggled her ass backward in Jane's face.

"Come on, Marie. You can have a turn too." Alexis moaned out. "Jane, spread my ass and lick my asshole."

Marie clamored forward and latched onto her pussy. Alexis contracted and squeezed some more of Sir's cum from inside her. Marie immediately lapped it up while Jane pressed her tongue into her ass. Even Alexis wasn't used to having two women work on her at the same time. She was lost in the pleasure, and her climax caught her off guard.

"Ohfuckohfuck." She squealed. "Ohgawd. Tongue my ass." Alexis erupted again almost immediately.

Alexis sat up and pushed Jane down onto her back. "Sit, Marie." She said pointing to Jane's face. Marie looked at her sister and saw a sad smile letting her know it was okay. It wasn't like either of them had a choice.

Marie lowered her pussy down onto her sister's face. She knew immediately what Alexis had meant. Jane knew exactly where to lick her. It was better than any of the other women that had gone down on her in the last few days. And it only took a moment for her not to care who it was.

Alexis slapped Jane's clit with her fingers. It elicited a yelp and the small vibration from her lips forced Marie over the edge.

"Ohhhhhyes." Marie squeaked pressing down harder and smothering her sister. She lifted back up a little allowing enough room for Jane's tongue to lick through the folds of her pussy tasting the wetness.

Alexis pulled Marie forward and unclipped the weights from her nipples. She bent forward and licked each one soothing them. She had Marie settle to her knees, and pulled Jane upright.