Zai and Tim Pt. 08

"Imagine your honeymoon with a woman. Now here you are, after the Queens have almost killed him, and your petty jealousy is going to finish the job. I am saving you from you. One more strike and all that Tamara said would have come true. Imagine a lonely life where Tim isn't around to help raise your child. Sylvia will take care of you. No difference, right? She's better at eating you. Kill him and take her. THEN you can be happy."

Carla falls to the floor, crying hard. Interesting, neither mother moved. It's Tamara that comforts Carla.

Vanessa addresses Brit, "I see a bit of blood and a welt. Remove both the gag and the handcuffs. Anything extra, and I may kill someone yet today."

Zai counters, "Won't Carla feel bad later, after she realizes what she did?"

Vanessa smiles, did they rehearse this?

Vanessa says, "That's why I had you step in."

Carla is lost, "You stopped this? His ship listens to you?"

Vanessa laughs hard, "Dear, I have more code in that ship than Tim does. Yes, she listens to me."

Tamara has Carla sitting in a chair now.

I use my mind to contact our chef Pat, "Pat dear, this is Tim. Don't freak out. This is something I can do. We really need a fruity drink with various hot, frozen, and room temperature snacks. Make it good-looking and place it on carts. ASAP please."

In the meantime, Brit didn't like the swelling of my wrists; she had to fix those. She made it very clear to Vanessa that the handcuffs were too tight, and I needed it. She was given permission.

The night is stuck. Nobody knows how to move forward. Carla was midway through teaching me a lesson when Vanessa stepped in. Pat fixed everything by showing up with a cart of drinks and food. Carla and Tamara both look at me with hard eyes. They somehow know this was me. The more exciting thing was them looking at each other after me. They shared something that I could not comprehend.

Two at a time retrieved a beverage, a small plate, and some snacks. They each stare at me after sipping their beverage. Yup, every single one knew there was alcohol in the drink. This is a tough crowd.

Vanessa starts again, "You know that there will be plenty of demands on Tim. He will do in-person appearances, demos, late-night video shows, and a fair amount of travel."

Mom starts our conversation, "Carla baby, can you move forward? That isn't going to be an easy life. He must do these things for our race to survive. This will never end with him. In your lifetime, he will only start the movement. It will take several generations before there is a noticeable difference. It's obvious to us that he loves you very much. The question is do you love him enough to let him do what we all need him to do?"

Monica adds, "As the next Queen, she must. It's her duty to the people."

Tamara won't have any of that and surprises everyone, "Bullshit. Don't go mixing duty with love. She will support him do what he needs to do. However, if she can't get over her jealousy and anger at him, you can't force her to feel something that isn't there. At that point, he's better off with Vanessa or me."

Carla asks, "You want me to forgive him for all that he has done?"

Tamara smiles, "Hell no. I want you jealous. I want you mad as hell at him. I want you so pissed at him that you stomp out of here?"

Katrina asks, "Why would you want Carla to be so stupid?"

Tamara answers, "I never said stupid. I said angry and jealous."

Katrina smirks, "But she would have to be stupid to give up, Tim. Even with all that he has done, it was never behind her back; it was to help others and our cause."

Carla is now bitter towards her sister, "He's fucked all the princesses and continues to do so. Do you think Tamara has any intention of stopping? How about the rest of you?"

Monica surprises me, "Ok, enough of this. Smart, mad, jealous, it doesn't matter. You have your mind made up. Tim will still work with us to keep up appearances. You now have an open marriage in our laws. You can both fuck anyone you want."

Mom is furious, "Not on any of my planets! Has anyone listed to Tim? He still loves her. She starts taking other men or women; it will kill him slowly. Vanessa, kill him now. I won't have my son suffer."

Vanessa whips out her gun, points it at my forehead. A tear goes down her face. As Carla screams out, "NO!" she hit Vanessa's arm, and she shoots me between the eyes. As if all my bones leave my body, I fall to the floor in a clump.

Tamara bull rushes Vanessa; she too is shot between the eyes and falls to the floor, lifeless.

Vanessa yells, "Who's next?"

The crowd is a blubbering mess of crying and unable to move. They are all overcome with grief. Trinity is the worst; she just lost two children that have shown so much potential. Monica is worried about her empire. How will she attract men?

A woman shows up that belongs to Vanessa's army.

Vanessa tells her, "Take these two bodies to Zai. Prepare the fleet to leave in eight hours. Bring all our people; we're pulling out completely. You have eight hours to pack our people and all their belongings. Neither group is worth our time and effort. We're going home."

Now speaking to both Queens with tears running down her eyes, "All he ever wanted was to help people. He knew the odds were great that he would not survive. It seems he was right. He loved Carla; it's too bad she didn't reciprocate that love. I wish you well with men. I'm going back to my ship and cry."

Vanessa doesn't stick around; she smoothly leaves the five women behind to cry. As she walked out the door, anyone around would have noticed the hint of a smile on her face.

Chapter 29 - Epilogue

Point of view Tim:

I wake up to the familiar sound and smell of Zai. I am surprised to see Vanessa and Tamara in my arms.

I comment, "What is Tamara doing here?"

Vanessa laughs, "I shoot you between the eyes, you wake up with me in your arms, and you ask why your sister is here? Geez, thanks. I had to 'kill' her as well. She didn't react well."

I ask, "How long did you give them?"

Vanessa giggles, "With as dumb as they were acting, I gave them eight hours. I expect it won't take that long."

Tamara asks, "What did you do?"

I smirk, "I enacted plan B."

Tamara smiles, "Which is?"

I sigh, "My plan was to drain the anger out of Carla. However, I didn't want to endure another Mary Cross beating. My plan "B" was Vanessa giving me a short neurotoxin to feign death. If Carla really cares about me, a ship will be zooming to us quickly. Otherwise, I have to settle for you and Vanessa."

Tamara doesn't look happy, "She loves you; she will come. Your stunt will force her to see her life without you. Vanessa and I will get tossed aside."

Vanessa has an evil smile on her face, "We shall see."

That chilled both Tamara and me.

We are interrupted by Zai, "Tim, we have a small ship on a direct course to us. Shall I prevent entry?"

I chuckle, "No, allow them entry."

Vanessa and Tamara both ask in unison, "Them?"

I reply, "Monica is with Carla, and mom gave them the ship."

We hear the bay doors open and then feel a vibration as the ship lands. Two minutes later and Monica steps through the door. She isn't surprised to see Vanesa and Tamara in bed with me.

Monica is annoyed, "Well. It didn't take you long to forget my daughter."

I ask her, "Smell the air."

She's confused but does stiff the air.

I ask, "Do you smell sex, the scent of an aroused woman, or the heat in the air from having sex? No. Tamara and I just woke up. Our only question so far is how long until Carla seeks Zai out. The answer was two minutes. You're not Carla."

Monica laughs before saying, "No. I am not Carla. She's just outside the door. She came here to grovel at your feet and beg forgiveness. She is going to be Queen someday. I can't have her groveling and begging. It's unbecoming a future Queen. I, on the other hand, can do anything I want. I choose to grovel at your feet and beg you for forgiveness."

I chuckle, "You saw first-hand how Vanessa feels about me. She moved heaven and earth to save me from you and mom. From what I have seen, Tamara loves me more than Carla. She's never laid a hand on me and has always been my staunchest defender, even when it looked like she was endangering her life. I mean that much to her."

I stun her by asking, "What do I do with Vanessa and Tamara? Do I toss them aside for a woman that says she loves me yet did something that only Mary Cross has ever done to me, cause ten on the ten-point pain scale? Does she deserve another chance?"

Monica puts her foot along the bottom of the door, keeping her daughter out. She gets on her knees and looks me in the eyes with tears rolling down her eyes.

Monica says while sniffing, "No, she doesn't." We can hear Carla banging on the door. "You still love her, though. I know you have taken the women for demonstrations. You select women that will tell thousands about the experience. You're not doing it for yourself. If you were, you could certainly pick some better-looking women. That's how I know it's calculated and not rutting for your own enjoyment."

Carla is no longer banging on the door.

I press her, "And my sister and boss?"

Monica looks surprised, "With so much deception, I wasn't sure who the boss was. You don't work for her anymore; you have a more important job. Seeing as she has more money, a bigger fleet of starships, and a larger army than Trinity and I put together, I don't think money will get you favors from her. I bet you have a special currency she will accept.

"As for Tamara. I think that Trinity and I need to develop a new law for at least royalty where the King can have two Queens. Carla and Tamara will work together. She will help keep Carla grounded and be a reminder of what Carla almost lost."

Tamara has tears rolling down her cheek as she rockets towards Monica. She is kissing her, knocking her over, and saying, "thank you," over and over. While that's going on, Monica opens the door. A zooming Carla runs into the room, spots me, and then launches herself at me. She has buckets of tears falling down her face.

Carla mows me over, so I am flat on my back. She has her hands and knees on my chest, making her unstable as hell. Carla could care less; a river of tears flowed down her face. She is consumed with kissing my entire face. I am full of saliva and lipstick.

Tamara takes a picture of me and then hands me a bath towel. Finally, she stops to pull back a minute to look at me. Her bottom lip quivers, then she bursts out in a laughing fit.

Tamara uses a firm command, "Clean your face."

Monica fills in for me, "We sit stunned knowing something is wrong, yet we all saw everything happen. It was Katrina that realized Vanessa killed you two way too quickly. We know how she feels about you. She would have done everything humanly possible to save you. That took about ten minutes.

"The rest of the hour was finding a quick ship to the spaceport, getting Carla to that ship quickly, then borrowing a friend's racing ship to get out to you or trail after you if you had left. I came as the voice of reason if you wanted to end your marriage. My question to you is, how did you know we weren't armed and here to kill you? We aren't, by the way."

I set them at ease, "I know."

They all look at me curiously.

I explain clinically, "You know that our friends helped expand my mind, right?"

They all nod their heads like puppy dogs. I smile.

I continue, "They did it so I could communicate better. They saw enough in me to make contact. They 'helped' me along to make it easier. I can sense moods and rough feelings. I can turn it off or limit the range as well. I have been experimenting and found that my area of knowledge is slowly increasing. Vanessa, from now on, if I tell you in your mind, kill and a name, don't hesitate."

I reach out for Carla and pull her tight to me to hug her hard. She and her soft, warm skin embrace me as well. After a rather crappy two days, this is nice. This is what I want.

I make my demands known, "Starting immediately, Tamara and Carla are the next to be Queen; it's official. When the laws change, Tamara will be a wife of mine. No co-wife, no second wife, an equal of Carla. When one of you becomes Queen, I will be King. We are going to delegate authority to elected officials. We will oversee the elected officials. We will split time between each planet.

"Tamara's in charge of the other sisters and philanthropy. Carla's additional duty is to control who I fuck and will arrange our schedules. Between us, Carla one night, Tamara the next, and then all three of us the next. Carla will schedule Vanessa when she needs me."

Carla smiles, "So I can cut Vanessa out?"

I reply, "Yes, you can."

Carla has a huge grin on her face. That's not going to last long.

I add with a hint of a smile, "If you make her wait too long, Leslie will be my next Queen. Besides, with all the great men we will be producing, Vanessa might find a better man."

Somehow that made them all fall to the floor laughing. That wasn't a joke! I sit bewildered.

Finally, Vanessa helps me understand, "Girls talk about things. Lots of things. Things I would never tell a man. I was influenced by a very evil man. He mentally and verbally abused me while I was growing up. It made me a very ... angry ... woman with no regard for men. I despised the day Mary bought you. You were around me way too much. You know. I abused you as much, if not more so, than the others. Nobody was nice to you.

"And then Mary whipped you. That changed everything. I cared nothing for you. You were just property, after all. Yet, I was appalled at what she had done to another human being. I heard your cries of pain and anguish. I saw the open wounds on your back. My icy heart thawed, even for you. Nobody should be subjected to that kind of treatment.

"I was the one that made her stop by grasping her arm. She was full of rage and looked to turn the belt on me. I told her straight to her face, 'I dare you to try,' she held her gaze for a full minute, checking my resolve. I pushed her arm away, yelled to get a doctor immediately, and waited for Mary to seal her fate. She turned and walked away.

"They didn't give you a pain reliever; I head you cry all night long. I found you unconscious the next morning. You were worn out from the pain and crying. I called the original doctor and then a second one. The original doctor was the first person I killed. That night, the man that had abused me, he met his maker as well. That started my new life. I had been using men for sex for a long time. When you turned eighteen, you were just another man."

Carla says quietly, "Bullshit."

Vanessa smiles and turns bashful, "Ok, you weren't like the others. You tried to please me. The others just fucked me, or I fucked them if they were terrible. A few were special like you. Over time, I used you more and more. When you turned twenty-one, I realized you were now a man and my favorite by far. I stopped with all the others. I can't love a man because of my childhood, but no other man will ever get near me. Understand now?"

With tears in my eyes, "I had no idea."

I reach over and hug a crying Vanessa.

While she is crying, "You have two wives, I will try to stay out of the way. I don't want to cause you trouble."

Tamara is also crying as she says, "When you need him, I will give up my slot for you."

That made Vanessa cry even harder.

Carla is uneasy as she says, "Since Tamara is sacrificing time for Vanessa, I will do the same for both Queens if they really need some loving."

That set Monica off. She is bawling like a baby as she sits on the bed, with her legs in front of her, bent like a baby would. It's an adorable sight. I let her cry it all out. When she is nearly done, that's when I smile, and they all look wearily at me.

I grin as I say, "Forty-eight hours ago, the Queens had me beaten to within inches of my life. They tormented me that I was going to die, yet I am saved by a woman that has herself tried to kill me a few times. My girlfriend saves me, my wife wants me dead, Vanessa kills me, kind of, and then she brings me to my ship so she can fuck me. My wife comes to get me back; I make a deal where she is now in charge of who I have sex with. I add a second wife; she will share me with Vanessa. I finally learn Vanessa's story, and why I am the only man she likes, then my first wife allows the current Queens to fuck me ... when she allows it. That leaves just one thing left for me to do."

Carla asks, "Before that. You said every third night is Tamara AND me. What do you mean by that? Together? Separate? Something else?"

I pull her towards me, "I tell you what. How about you two work it out. Those might be fun roleplay nights. You might add Vanessa, a Queen, or a sister. I don't want to limit us. I want you to be creative and have fun. I could do without ever seeing those five again. I have had plenty of them for two lifetimes."

I lay back in bed, pulling Carla with me. I caught her off-guard, and she let out a yip in surprise. I am already naked. Vanessa had taken care of that already, just in case Carla didn't show up. Carla is now on top of me. Her mother pulls her shorts off her body. Vanessa pulls her shirt up to her body and then over her head. Tamara pops the bra, which falls in my face. They all giggle as Monica pulls Carla's panties off.

The hot pink panties are soaked. She's ready for anything. She's expecting my cock to move and impale her. Instead, I pull her closer to me. We kiss gently yet passionately. My hands are feeling her soft, warm skin. I love skimming my hands over her fine hair. She's ticklish to that, which causes me to giggle every single time.

I feel a heavy exhale as Carla pulls her head away, leaving her perfect round orbs to play with. I do play. When she presents her breasts to me, that's my cue to play with them. This isn't a common thing. She gets in these moods from time to time, and she needs her breasts played with. I'm not arguing.

Her arms are locked in front, her back is arched a bit, and the breasts are on perfect display for me. I lightly run my fingers over every square inch. I love the cleavage, the round outer edge of the breast. I drag my fingers over the top of her nipples, causing a small orgasm. Tonight, I refuse to pinch a nipple. There has been far too much pain recently.

As I push on the sides a bit, my tongue plays with her areola. I do circles around the nipple as fast as I can. Naturally, my tongue hits the nipple often. How could it not? My tongue is clumsy, and her nipples are huge tonight. They're red, hard, and standing tall. She loves when I suck on her nipples. I don't just suck. Oh no, that's too pedestrian. I start with some suction. She can feel the slight pulling. I increase the pressure of the sucking. I suck as hard as I can until I blow out with a pop.

That's a guaranteed small orgasm right there. I've never done this with Vanessa or Tamara, so they're both looking at me like I've been holding out on them.

Vanessa finally asks, "How come you don't suck my nipples like that. It looks like fun."

I chuckle, "The first time I used pressure on your breast, you yawned at me. I never did it again."

She is ready to slap me, "You never did THAT to me."

I explain, "She liked it a lot. Do I do the same thing every time? No. I tried to get better."

She looks at me like I'm an alien, "You worked to become a better nipple sucker?"

Flippantly, "Yeah. I have more variations in my head. Right now, she loves this a lot."

Tamara looks at me, "You sure are an interesting man. Who would have thought someone would put so much effort into sucking nipples and working to get better? Weird."

As I move into pussy eating position, Vanessa points at Tamara to join her in a sixty-nine next to us.