“I just don’t like it,” Jane said, watching Susan leave the dive deck.
Susan was furious with her mother. She couldn’t believe she had treated her like that. Some of the others must have heard. She felt like hiding from them. She went down the stairs, stopping in the hallway. She couldn’t go to her own cabin, that’s the first place they’d look. Alice and John, then. Yesterday had been fun with them.
She knocked softly on their door. No answer. She knocked again. No answer. Then Susan opened the door enough to look in. It was empty. She closed the door feeling a bit of despair. They’d be coming down the stairs any minute now, she knew it. Quickly she went to Bunny’s door and knocked. The door opened and Billy was standing there.
“Can I come in?” Susan asked.
“Sure you can,” Billy said, standing aside and letting her in, his eyes taking in the lack of suit. “Are you undressed for me or what?” he asked, a big grin on his face as he closed the door.
“N-no,” Susan said, suddenly acutely aware of being naked as she stared at his cock. “I just decided no to wear anything and my mother’s giving me shit about it,” she explained. “I’m just trying to avoid them, that’s all.”
“Oh, and I thought you were really visiting me,” Billy said, his smile falling a bit.
“I thought I was looking for Bunny,” Susan said. “But I don’t mind finding you,” she smiled, remembering his kiss last night. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“No one as beautiful as you who comes to my door naked is rude,” Billy said, smiling back at her. “Do you want to sit down or can I kiss you again?” he asked.
“I don’t have to sit right away,” Susan said, a sly grin on her face.
“Is that a yes?” Billy asked, moving closer to her and putting his hands on her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her.
This time Susan was ready, her arms going around his body and kissing him back, their tongues swirling together as they sucked each other’s breath. Susan could feel his cock getting hard and inching its way up between their bellies. Then they slowly broke their kiss, Billy holding her by the shoulders and looking down at her.
“Wow,” he said. “What a kiss!”
“Wow,” Susan said, her left hand sliding from his hip to his cock and holding it. “What a nice cock.”
“Why don’t you sit down,” Billy said, turning her and sitting her on the edge of the bunk, her hand never leaving his cock.
“Do you really think so?” he asked, looking down at his cock sticking in her face, just inches from her mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Susan said, opening her mouth and licking her lips.
“Show me,” Billy said, leaning a little bit forward.
Susan just let his cock slide into her mouth. She closed her lips on it and softly sucked, tasting him and feeling him in her mouth. Then she slowly started sliding her mouth up and down on his cock, fucking him. She had been doing this for almost a minute when suddenly the door opened and Bunny and Bob came in, surprised looks on their faces as Susan let Billy’s cock fall from her mouth, a surprised look on her face.
“Oh, yummy,” Bunny said, taking in the scene. “Don’t stop because of us. I’m glad you’re here. The more the merrier,” she said, sitting down right next to Susan. “Go on,” she said as Billy pressed his cock forward into her face. “Suck him,” she said. “I’ll help,” she added, leaning forward and licking the head of Billy’s cock.
Susan giggled as she held Billy’s cock and Bunny licked it. Then she too leaned forward and began to lick his cock, both of their tongues sliding all over him. They met at the tip of his cock, both their tongues slithering around the head of his cock and each other. Then they locked lips with each other, sharing a long deep kiss, their tongues dancing together as they got lost in each other.
“Oh, my,” Bunny said when they broke for air. “What a kisser.”
“A great kisser,” Billy agreed, rubbing his cock on Susan’s mouth.
“Go ahead, suck him,” Bunny said as Susan’s mouth opened and she let his cock in.
Giving herself up to it, Susan began to suck on Billy’s cock again with Bunny sitting right next to her and Bob just standing there watching, his cock hard in front of him. Susan found herself thrilled by the thought of Bunny and Bob watching while she sucked Billy. She could feel Billy’s cock banging into the back of her throat each time she went down on him. Then she felt Bunny’s hands caressing her body, softly running her hands all over her belly and breasts. This really excited her when she felt Bunny pinching and pulling on her already hardened nipples. Then when she felt her hand slowly slide down to her belly and even lower, Susan automatically let her legs fall open as Bunny’s hand slid down into her pussy.
Just as she felt Bunny’s fingers slide between her pussy lips, she felt Billy’s cock swell then explode in her mouth as he came. She struggled to gulp down all of the cum which filled her mouth while Bunny’s fingers on her clit drove her wild. When she finished sucking all of the cum from Billy’s cock, Bunny again kissed her, tasting Billy’s cum in her mouth as they sucked tongues, Bunny’s fingers still busy between her legs.
Then she felt another sensation, and opening her eyes saw that Bob was on his knees between her legs, his tongue working in her pussy along with Bunny’s fingers. Susan sighed into Bunny’s mouth and just leaned back against the bulkhead, letting her feet move up to the edge of the bunk to make it easier for Bob to suck her pussy. Then Bunny shifted her attention to Susan’s tits, sucking on her nipples and chewing on them as Bob continued to suck her pussy. She could feel herself rapidly approaching orgasm as he focused on her clit, and then suddenly she felt that wave of warmth wash over her body as she began to cum.
Bunny sat up to watch as Susan came, seeing Bob’s tongue slither in and out of Susan’s bright pink pussy as he drank her offering. Susan was gasping as Bob continued to suck her pussy, slurping at her juices as they flowed freely from her spasming pussy.
“Let me, Bob,” Bunny said, nudging him aside. “Get your cock sucked.”
So while Bunny took Bob’s place between her legs, gluing her mouth to her pussy, Bob pulled her forward so that she could suck his cock. Opening her mouth Susan let him slide his cock in. As she gently closed her lips around the shaft of his cock, Bob began to slowly pump his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. Susan quickly adjusted to this arrangement and just used her tongue and lips and the suction of her mouth to arouse him as he rhythmically slid his cock in and out of her mouth.
She could feel Bunny between her legs sucking her pussy. It felt so nice. Susan felt as though she were only one big sexual experience, Bob’s cock sliding in and out of her throat while Bunny’s tongue slid in and out of her pussy. The combination of sensations was proving almost too much for her. Before she realized what was happening she began to cum again, spasmodically jerking as Bunny’s tongue continued to dance in her pussy, slurping at the juices that were again flowing abundantly.
She was gasping as Bob’s cock continued its inexorable journey in and out of her mouth. Her mind felt like it would explode as the sensations from her pussy threatened to overwhelm her. Then suddenly Bob’s cock swelled, then exploded in her mouth, filling it with his cum. Susan was groaning as she swallowed, feeling his cock sliding even deeper into her throat with his cum. She almost choked at one point, then she glued her lips to his cock and sucked him dry. When there was no more cum, she stopped, exhausted, and fell back against the bulkhead, her lips swollen and her pussy completely exposed as Bunny sat between her legs in front of her.
“I told you she would be fun,” Bunny said, looking up at Billy. “And such a sweet tasting pussy.”
“I’ll say,” Bob chimed in. “And she sucks cock great too.”
“I can see we’re going to have a lot more fun,” Bunny said.
At that moment they heard Adam shouting to everyone, calling them to the next dive. Susan looked startled, wondering how she could possibly go up on deck after this. Everyone would know just by looking at her, she was sure.
“Here, wipe your face with this,” Bunny said, handing her a towel. “You don’t want to go up on deck with cum all over your face, do you?”
“No,” Susan said, laughing that Bunny was having the same thoughts as she. “But I feel like everyone will know anyway,” she added.
“No, they won’t,” Bunny replied. “But what if they do? Let ’em be jealous,” she said, opening the door and stepping out.
When they got up on the dive deck, almost everyone was there. Not thinking, Susan bent over to pick up her fins and mask, exposing her ass and pussy to everyone sitting across from her. Her parents and Sue and Harve were the beneficiaries of this show, all of whom gasped when they saw her pussy pouting at them from between her thighs.
“Now you have to,” Harve said to Sue, a big smile on his face.
“Have to what?” Jane said absent-mindedly, shocked by this exposure by Susan, not realizing that it wasn’t even her being spoken to.
“We agreed that as long as one other woman was wearing part of her bathing suit, Sue would also. But once she was the only one, well, then she would join the group. So, it’s her turn,” he said, grinning at Sue.
With a sigh, Sue slipped out of her BC and stood up. With everyone watching her, her nipples instantly screwed themselves into knots. Blushing, she pushed down the bottom to her bikini and stepped out of it. There were a few cheers as she stood there for a moment naked, then a gasp from Jane as she realized that Sue’s entire pussy was shaved bare, naked as a new- born babe’s.
As Sue sat back down and wriggled into her gear, Susan smiled at her.
“I think that is so sexy,” she said, indicating Sue’s pussy.
“Susan!” her mother exclaimed. “Mind yourself.”
“I think maybe I’ll do that too,” she said, angry at her mother for treating her like a child.
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Jane said, angry at her.
Susan said nothing, joining the line and then falling off the dive platform. It was so peaceful underwater, she thought, swimming quickly to the bottom to avoid having to see her mother. She can’t yell at me here or tell me what to do. But once Susan reached the bottom, all thoughts of the surface left her head as she gave in to the allure of the sea. It was with some disappointment that she realized that it was time to ascend, back to the bad vibes of her mother. What was her problem?
Surfacing, she was relieved to see that her parents weren’t on the dive deck. Quickly getting out of her gear and rinsing under the shower, Susan disappeared down the stairs, knocking on Sue and Harve’s door. She had seen their gear upstairs. Harve opened the door, smiling when he saw Susan.
“Hi, Susan,” he said. “What is it?”
“Is Sue here?” she asked, a little agitated.
“No, she went upstairs, I think,” Harve said. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Oh, no,” she said. “I just wanted to ask her about, you know, how she shaves,” she said, letting a hand drop to the juncture of her thighs.
“Oh, that,” Harve said, smiling. “Actually I do it for her,” he admitted, a grin on his face.
“Really!” Susan said, totally surprised.
“It’s easier for me than it is for her,” harve explained. “And I like it, too,” he said.
Just then Susan heard the voices of her parents as they approached the stairs down to the cabins.
“May I come in, please?” she asked Harve, pleading in her eyes.
“Sure, come on in,” he said, standing aside and letting her enter.
The door shut just as she heard her parents voices in the hall. She could hear the angry tone of her mother’s voice but could not make out the words.
Harve smiled at her as he saw the relief on her face.
“Some problems?” he asked.
“She won’t let me be grown up,” Susan complained. “It’s not fair.”
“Well, she’s just looking out for you in the only way she knows how,” Harve said. “It’s just because she loves you.”
“I know,” Susan said. “That doesn’t make it any easier, though.”
“So what do you want to do about it then?” Harve asked, his arms crossed on his chest.
“Will you shave me?” Susan asked, blushing.
“I don’t think that’s what you want,” Harve said, feeling his cock twitch at the thought.
“I just want to try it,” Susan said. “It can always grow back. But just for this week I want to try it.”
“Your parents would be very unhappy with me if they knew,” Harve said, shaking his head.
“I wouldn’t tell them,” Susan said. “Honest. I’d say I did it myself.”
“Maybe you should then,” Harve suggested.
“Won’t you just do it for me once,” Susan begged. “Just to show me how?”
“Susan,” Harve began.”
“Please,” Susan begged, her eyes filling with tears.
“Here, now, don’t cry,” Harve said, putting a hand on her shoulder and patting her eyes with a towel he picked up. “It’s not that important.”
“Please,” Susan begged looking him in the eyes. “It is to me.”
Harve just studied her face, wondering if he dared do this. And what would Sue say if she found out. Then seeing her eyes well with tears again, Harve relented.
“Okay,” he said. “If you really want me to.”
“Oh, thank you,” Susan said, hugging him. “Thank you.”
“What should I do?” she asked, stepping back from him when she felt his cock stirring between their bodies.
“Just sit there,” Harve said, indicating the bunk.
Susan sat on the edge of the bunk, fidgeting as Harve dug into his kit for a razor and some shaving cream. Turning with his gear, he knelt in front of her.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m ready. Are you?”
“Yes,” Susan said. “Do it,” she said, leaning back against the bulkhead and bringing her feet up, completely opening her pussy to him.
“Wow!” Harve said under his breath as he saw her pussy open before his eyes.
Filling his hand with shaving cream, he spread it all over her pussy, letting his fingers wander where they would, feeling the warmth of her pussy between her pussy lips and probing both her asshole and pussy a bit as he applied the shaving cream. Susan only sighed as he touched her, not flinching at all. Quickly Harve stripped the light blonde hair from Susan’s pussy, being careful not to cut her. Susan liked it when he would press on her clit or slip a finger into her pussy as he shaved her. When he finished, he used a towel to wipe the excess shaving cream from her pussy, revealing it now totally hairless.
“I think that’s it,” Harve said, a frog in his throat and his cock fully hard. “You feel it before I give it the final check,” he said.
As he watched, Susan let her fingers explore her now hairless pussy. He could tell she liked the smoothness of her pussy lips by the way she rolled them between her fingers.
“It feels so smooth,” Susan said, cupping her pussy with her hands.
“I’ll give it the final check then,” Harve said, his mouth dry.
“Oh, my,” Susan said as she felt Harve’s tongue probe her asshole then slide up to slip into her pussy. “Umm, yes,” she said, enjoying having a tongue between her legs again.
Harve could not believe how sweet Susan’s pussy was as he ate her. He sucked and nibbled and chewed on her pussy, tongue fucking her hole as she sighed in delight. Susan was on the brink of orgasm, Harve with two fingers jammed up into her hole, her clit caught between his teeth, when the door opened and Sue stepped in, a totally shocked look on her face as she saw Harve’s face jammed between her thighs.
She and Susan locked eyes, an understanding quickly passing between them. Fighting the color in her cheeks, Sue struggled to smile.
“Well, don’t you think you should finish?” she said to Harve, amazed that she could even speak.
Without a word Harve again bent to Susan’s pussy, capturing her clit again between his teeth. Almost immediately Susan began to cum, her pussy pressing against harve’s tongue as he slurped her juices. Finally she finished cumming and harve sat back on his heels, his cock standing out in front of him.
“She was looking for you about shaving her pussy,” Harve said. “When I told her that I usually do it for you, well, she asked me to do it for her.”
“And you always check to see if it’s really smooth, don’t you?” Sue asked, a semblance of a smile crossing her face.
“Oh, Sue, I hope this doesn’t make you mad,” Susan said, sitting up. “I just thought your pussy looked so sexy that I just wanted to look like you.”
“Well, your hair’s gone now, that’s for sure,” Sue observed.
“Do you like it?” Susan asked, standing up and posing.
“I think I’ll be right back,” Harve said, opening the door.
“You better be,” Sue said, glaring at him.
“Oh, Sue, I’m sorry,” Susan said. “I didn’t plan this or anything.”
“I know, Susan,” Sue said. “And I can’t really blame him or you, I suppose. I had it coming to me.”
“No, no, it doesn’t have anything to do with that. I really came looking for you to see if you’d help me shave my pussy like yours. Harve only helped me after I begged him to.”
“And he always sucks after shaving to see if it’s smooth,” Sue said.
“Lucky you,” Susan said, a look of envy on her face.
“Well, he can suck me then when he gets back if it’s pussy he wants to suck so bad,” Sue said.
“Well, quick, sit here facing the door so that the first thing he sees when he comes in is your pussy waiting for him,” Susan said, tugging on Sue’s hand and seating her on the bunk facing the door.
“Go on, sit back and be ready for him,” she said, giving her a light shove on the shoulder.
Laughing, Sue sat back and brought her feet up on the edge of the bunk, her thick-lipped pussy spreading open in front of Susan, her clit sticking out.
“Did you like it when my brother sucked your pussy?” Susan asked, staring at Sue’s pussy.
“He made me cum like crazy,” Sue admitted, blushing. “But I sure did like it.”
“I can see why he liked it so much,” Susan said, sinking to her knees on the deck, an arm resting on one of Sue’s knees.
“Why do you say that?” Sue asked, smiling at her.
“Well, your pussy just looks tasty, that’s all,” Susan said.
“And what would you know of that?” Sue asked her, a look of surprise on her face.
“I’ve tasted Alice and Bunny,” Susan said, a proud smile on her face. “They taste wonderful.”
“Really?” Sue commented, actually shocked.
“Uh-huh,” Susan said. “I’d love to show you,” she added hopefully.
“How would you do that?” Sue asked, her voice low and soft.
“Like this,” Susan said, leaning down and slipping her face between Sue’s thighs, her tongue sliding between her spread pussy lips. “You taste good,” she said, continuing to explore Sue’s pussy with her tongue.
“Oh, that feels nice,” Sue said, her hand lightly on top of Susan’s head. “Where did you learn this?” she asked, feeling Susan’s tongue slide up into her hole.
“Alice,” Susan said. “She sucked my pussy and then I sucked hers. I just loved it,” she said, returning her attentions to Sue’s pussy.
Sue’s pussy was much different in shape from either Alice’s or Bunny’s, Susan quickly discovered. Her pussy lips were much thicker, making it real nice to chew on them, and her inner lips curled out so far that they almost totally covered her outer lips. She had the biggest, thickest, juiciest clit that Susan could imagine. It was the size of her fingertip. And what a juicy pussy, Susan thought as she drank from Sue’s fountain. This was almost a full meal, Susan thought, realizing that she had missed breakfast. There was so much to Sue’s pussy that Susan couldn’t just settle on one part, she had to be everywhere.
Finally, just as Sue was cumming, groaning oh, oh, oh, the door opened and Harve stepped in, a surprised look of delight on his face as he saw Susan sucking Sue’s pussy.
“Well, I see you two sorted this out,” he said, his cock immediately standing out in front of him as he watched and listened to Susan sucking the juices from Sue’s pussy.

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Part 20
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Senator John McDale and his wife, Michele were very tired. They’d been traveling for nearly 24 hours. Still, they were very excited. They would see their youngest daughter for the first time in almost a year. They were in the elite airport lounge in Sidney. The lounge had multiple meeting rooms, a cafeteria style eating line, a bar and multiple televisions.
A young woman with flowing, blonde hair, obviously an Australian approached them. It was Jennifer. “Kat’s nearby. Follow me,“ she whispered and led them to a room. Several men and women discretely monitored the couple.
Kat was waiting, obviously pregnant, and obviously very happy about it. An Afghan couple in traditional Afghan dress stood as they entered. A face scarf in traditional fashion covered the woman’s face. The man’s face was bandaged with evidence of bleeding.
Kat moved awkwardly with her “Baby Bump” as she flew to her mother’s arms. They clung to each other for a moment until the Afghani woman pushed the Senator to join, and then it was a three-way hug.
Originally the plan had been to have Kat meet her parents alone before their trip North. Beth refused. She would accompany her sister and baby. Unfortunately, You Tube had made Beth a very well known figure. Michael would not let them go without him. Hence, they were back in the Afghan dress.
The contrast between their last sight of Kat and this incredibly happy, pregnant young woman staggered the Senator and his wife. Mother and daughter clung to each other and began to cry.
Only then did Beth remove her face scarf, jarring the Senator.
He offered his hand, she moved it gently aside and hugged him.
The lead bodyguard pressed his earpiece. “Copy.”
“Michael, we need to go. Everything’s ready.”
Beth fastened her scarf and she and Michael left first. Several minutes later Kat, a hastily disguised senator and wife were led away using a different route. Finally, Jennifer walked regally through the lounge, followed discretely by her guards.
They were taken to a helicopter at the far end of the airport. They disappeared into the night.
Seating in the helicopter was four wide with a central walkway. Michael sat next to Beth and across from Jennifer and her guard.
Kat sat next to her mother and across from the Senator. The Senator tapped Michael on the shoulder, “Isn’t this a bit much?” indicating the guards and security procedures.
Michael smiled sadly, “You’ll understand when we get to our home.”
The Senator had two stiff drinks and fell asleep on the flight while his wife and daughter chatted excitedly. Beth slept, her head on Michael’s shoulder. After shedding his Afghan disguise, he had a drink of scotch, dreading the next two weeks. Once the Senator learned the truth, Michael feared he would try to get Kat to leave, taking his and Beth’s child with her.
He’d expressed his concerns at dinner before the plan had been finalized. “I will never leave you or Beth, Michael, never!”
Nonetheless, he worried.
As the helicopter set down on the compound helipad, overhead lights snapped on. Light rain fell, driven by the wind. Dressed in nautical gear, their heads covered, the harem, Nita and Michaela stood resolutely against the blade backwash, waiting for their family to return.
The lead guard approached Michael as he deplaned, “No indication of anyone taking notice.”
Michael was relieved. At least no known security problems.
The girls took the Senator and his wife to the guesthouse. One of Tim’s absolute rules was no strangers could stay in the main house.
The spacious guesthouse boasted four bedrooms and three baths. Vetted doctors or other professionals brought in to treat the girls frequently stayed in the house.
They left the Senator, Michele and Kat. Tomorrow, they’d have a real reception for them.
The guesthouse buzzed the next afternoon. The Senator slept in, while Michele and Kat talked for hours in the kitchen.
When the Senator wakened and showered, Kat headed to the main house to bring Michael and the harem.
The weather remained stubbornly lousy. Light rain had fallen for three days and would for at least one more.
The harem began to enter the guest house, shedding their wet raingear. Michele and the Senator waited expectantly in the living room. The Senator held a large tumbler of dark scotch.
Michele sought Kat’s smiling face, oblivious to all else.
“Well it’s been a while, but I thought you’d at least remember me!” Rachael said loudly.
At the sound of her voice, Michele spun, her mouth open, trying to find the words. They joined in a hug filled with genuine emotion. Even in the hug, Michele searched the faces for Shoshana and Lynne. Finding them, she opened one arm, motioning them over while still holding Rachael.
“You can let go now Misha,” Rachael said softly.
“Not likely, you little bitch!” Misha said laughing.
Michael stared, uncertain and out of control of the situation, something he hated. Beth took pity on him. “Dad, Rachael knew Michele when they were kids. They’re closer than most sisters. Before they came, Kat let her parents know about the harem, but never gave out any names. She told them that if they caused a problem, they would never see her or their grandchild again. Her Dad had a problem, but Misha told him she was coming alone. Finally he promised.”
“Honey, he’s a politician. He promised never to try to find you.”
“We’ve got a plan,” Michael’s head snapped up and she giggled. “No, it’s not a plan to have you “do” Misha. Just go with it. Rachael planned it. If I told you, you’d never react right.” Beth dodged a swat.
The reunion started well. Drinks were served, another large dark glass of scotch being delivered to the Senator.
Shoshana hugged Michele, “It’s so good to see you Aunt Misha,” using Michele’s nickname.
“My God, you’re gorgeous! Honey, I mean you’re really beautiful.” Shoshana beamed.
Lynne bounced into the room, her natural ebullience radiating around the room. She, too, hugged Misha like a long lost relative.
Senator McDale poured a fresh drink, talking with Shoshana, marveling at her soft speech and confident smile, remembering the last time he saw her she lisped badly and had been very shy.
Misha and the Walsh women sat in a circle, Rachael and Misha holding both hands of the other, looking intently at each other.
Maria and Nita, usually inseparable approached the Senator, asking him what it was like being a very important man. John McDale treated the two young girls to a long history lesson about Senator John McDale.
He poured himself another large drink.
Michael noticed, feeling uneasy.
Rafaela touched his arm. Together they strode to the Senator.
Michael introduced Rafaela as Andréa. The Senator held out his hand, “Hello Rafaela, my name is John McDale,” frowning at Michael, “We’ve been looking for you for a long time.” He pointed at her with his nearly empty glass, “She’s a drug cartel queen, wanted by half the police forces in the world.” He seemed proud of himself, forgetting his promises, “You have to know, I’ll have to report this,” taking out his cell phone.
Michael took the phone from the Senator’s hand, nearly crushing bone.
Looking at Michael’s face and hard, cold eyes, McDale knew he had made a bad mistake. He’d become a threat, exposing his own daughter in his alcohol induced haze.
Kat came over, feeling the tension. Rafaela spoke softly, “Michael was introducing us and your father recognized me. He knows who I am, what I was and where I am.”
Blood drained from Kat’s face, “Daddy you promised!” She fled the room. Misha and Rachael followed.
“Excuse me.” Michael turned away and pulled out his satellite phone.
Inside, Michael gladly released the beast that had tormented him for decades. McDale threatened his family. In the blink of an eye, all the walls he had built to keep the animal inside fell. He considered ending McDale’s life instantly, but the girls would see and the family would be destroyed.
Having heard the story from Kat, an angry Misha strode up to the Senator and slapped him hard, his head snapping back! “You’ve just ruined the security of their home, you jackass! And with it, the safety and love of your daughter and grandchild!” She stormed off to be with her daughter who was inconsolable.
Michael returned to collect his harem. As they got their coats, Michael turned to the parchment white Senator. “Please stay in this house. You don’t yet know exactly where we are. We’ll make arrangements tomorrow.” His eyes were cold and hard.
Michael turned and they all left, leaving Misha and the Senator alone.
On the way to the main house, Rachael tried to console Kat who was wracked with sobs.
When they got back to the main house, Beth collapsed in laughter. Rachael was chuckling while Kat giggled uncontrollably. The other girls looked bewildered.
Michael realized he’d been had.
“Look, I just mobilized a lot of people to search for a new home for us. All of it. Now!” He was angry to his core, his eyes aflame with rage. All of them realized they had gone too far.
Rachael led him to a recliner while Beth got him a drink. She realized that something like this could trigger his nightmares. She looked at him and saw that haunted look. Damn! They had not considered that. ‘Damn, Damn, Damn.’
She motioned Alice over to her.
“He’s going to have nightmares tonight. I can see it in his eyes.”
Alice looked over and saw the same look. “Shit!”
Michael functioned superbly when under stress, but he paid for it later. When stress released, his subconscious took over, flooding him with memories. Only this time, he had intentionally embraced that past. The beast was in control.
One by one, each of his women realized something was very, very wrong.
Rachael responded to Michael’s question, “As you know, John was looking for Kat. And Tim said he was getting close. We had to stop him, so we had to agree for Kat to see him.” Michael nodded, his eyes empty sending a pain through her dark eyes, “Misha and I have known each other a long time. She knew John would keep looking until he saw with his own eyes that she was happy. He was using some pretty sophisticated stuff, not knowing the real danger he was putting us in. So we had to show him the real danger he was causing. We knew he’d recognize me and the girls. We didn’t know he’d recognize Rafaela, but that was a good thing since now he knows drug people may also be looking.”
“He also has a drinking problem. He’s more than 20 years older than Misha and his health isn’t good. So we figured if we could get them to stay, Jennifer could check him out.”
“Misha wants to stay for the birth, too. She is added incentive for him to stop.” Rachael said, a bit proud of herself.
Michael turned to Kat, “Honey, how much does your dad drink?” his voice flat and cold.
“He won’t tell, honest Michael,” she said knowing where Michael was going.
“How much, Honey?” Michael persisted in a flat, frighteningly soft voice.
“Sometimes too much,” she admitted fearfully.
“So what do we do when he tells a buddy that he’s seen you and you’re learning to speak Australian? Or his grandkid will have an Aussie accent?” He continued in that same, frightening flat voice.
Ten frightened women looked at him.
“You’ve put all our lives in his hands, but you know that. So you used me as a weapon to conquer his alcoholism.” His voice was flat and deadly.
He suddenly understood and felt dirty and used. Attuned to him, Shoshana moved to him to try to get him to understand.
As she reached for him, he shook his head no, a sad no.
He stood and grabbed a coat.
“Dad, I’m coming.”
He turned to her with dead eyes, “Not tonight Baby. Tonight I won’t be good company.”
He headed out alone, not even noticing the cold rain on his face.
He walked along the cliffs wondering how long he had to get them safe. STUPID! His mind ran through a thousand possible solutions, discarding each as either impracticable, too uncertain or just plain stupid. He knew he needed rest and sleep, but he feared that even more. He heard the screams of dying men just behind a thin door that sleep would open. He tried to cage the beast, but he failed. The memories flooded him.
The sun was up when he returned to the main house. His women had slept in the main room in hopes he would return. They greeted him fearfully.
“I’m going to get cleaned up and go talk to your father, Kat,” in that same horrible flat voice, “You win. I’ll do what I can,” and walked away.
He knocked softly. Misha, with dancing eyes met him, looking for the girls.
“They’ll be along in a few minutes. We had a rough night.” He hesitated, “May I see your husband?” Misha heard the threat in his flat tone.
John was sitting in the kitchen, sipping a large cup of coffee. His bloodshot eyes showed fear. Misha sat beside him, her legs tucked under.
“John, right now you’re the most dangerous person in the world to my family. If you say one word about finding your daughter speaking with an Australian accent, she will die and your grandchild with her. Rachael and her girls will be slaughtered. Rafaela, Michaela, Maria, Nita, Jennifer, Alice, all dead because you blurted something when you’re drunk.” Michael said, his voice deadly.
“My best friend, Rafaela’s father, killed himself to prevent people from finding her. Could you do that? Last night I came close to killing you to protect them. If I let you live, you’ll have to guard every word you say and you can’t do that drunk.”
John feared few things, but the fiery eyes boring into him were now at the top of that short list.
“John, you’ve got a problem with alcohol. You have to choose. The booze or your daughter’s life; the booze or your grandchild’s life.”
As he went to continue, Misha blurted, “The booze or my life.”
Michael paid no attention to her. “If you choose the booze, you’ll never see them again. I swear to God. I know you’ll say all the things you think I want to hear, but that’s not the deal. You’ve lied to us before. If you choose your family, I’ll help you. It starts today. Not another drink. Not ever. If you choose the booze, you’ll be on your way to a safe house tonight and you’ll never see us again.”
“That goes for me too, John.”
McDale knew he had a drinking problem. His Senate seat was not only in jeopardy. He faced almost certain defeat. His body had thickened badly and he no longer could maintain an erection.
Michael’s flat voice frightened him. “What if I try and fail?”
John McDale had known fear, but looking into Michael’s eyes terrified him.
Michael rose and left as Misha began to cry. Their plan had worked, but at the cost of a tormented soul.
When he walked into the kitchen of the main house, he nodded to Kat. “I think they need you now, Honey.” In that same flat voice.
Alice tried to talk to him, but Michael had not only closed off to his women, he was descending into a place they could not comprehend. Michael had a gentle soul and extraordinary killing skills. The Navy honed his skills and ignored his soul. Thirty four men and women had died directly at his hands, more by explosives. He remembered each one. They screamed their pain at him from behind a gossamer thing door in his consciousness. They came out to play with his soul at night. Even Beth could not reach him. He was alone in a place of his own making, his own private hell.
It was a day of pain and terror in the compound.
Michael struggled to hold the door closed on madness. Only now did his women understand. They felt helpless. They were. They had unleashed the beast inside him to frighten a man to confront alcoholism, trusting that Michael could control the beast. Too late, they realized the beast was an integral part of him.
John confronted his alcoholism.
Misha, Rachael and Kat sought to reconcile the good their plan had done with the devastation it caused.
For the first time in her life, Beth could not reach her father.
Alice tried to balance their needs and failed. Too much pain, too little time. It all hinged on one tortured man.
In the lap pool, he swam through the pain and exhaustion. He swam in solitude. A free stroke some called beautifully languid.
He felt her enter the water, angry at the intrusion.
She swam past him. He was tired, but he gave chase, burning the fury inside his soul in physical exertion.
Finally, she stopped. He did as well.
He grabbed her hard, pulling her to him, his lips crushing hers. For a moment, she was afraid she had miscalculated and the beast would devour her. They ripped the bathing suits off each other.
He needed to be in her inner depths and she desperately needed him inside her. It was anything but gentle. He dragged her from the pool and lay on his back on the cushioned pool deck. She squatted over him and guided his throbbing cock into her steaming pussy. Within three strokes he had reached her depths. They fucked. Primal need drew them together. She screamed in orgasm. He shot his cum deep into her. They descended into well of need and passion unlike either had ever experienced.
She collapsed on him, her knees raw. She was panting. So was he.
After a moment, she levered herself above him to look into his eyes. The beast had been caged for the moment, but it was straining to get out.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.”
Though the beast was caged for now, it came out each of the next three nights. Alice, pregnant and tired, couldn’t help. Beth, Rafaela and Rachael were lost in a pit of guilt.
Rachael, Kat, Lynne, Jennifer and Misha were helping John through the hell of withdrawal.
Maria and Shoshana slept with Michael, unafraid of his nightmares. Maria’s soft voice and gentle laughter could somehow reach Michael when he was lost in pain. So too did Shoshana, offering herself to whatever Michael wanted or needed. Intuitively she knew Michael would never hurt her, though that trust had been put to the test on the second night.
By the morning of the fourth day, they were desperate. Michael had shuddered and sweated through the night, moaning in agony. He’d cried while Shoshana and Maria tried to comfort him.
They pieced together the operation he relived from snippets of his mumbled words. A couple of young lovers had been on a beach during insertion of Michael’s team. He’d killed them to prevent an alarm. Collateral damage was the report. Michael pleaded with God to give their souls the love he had ripped from them 20 years before.
Jennifer drugged him into a near coma.
The terrified harem convened in the main living room, fearing they had destroyed the man they all loved.
“What do we do?” Beth asked softly.
“We may have to get him to a hospital that specializes in PTSD. It’s way beyond me. I don’t think any of us knew what he had walled off inside. What’s amazing is that he didn’t snap when you were raped.” Alice said carefully.
“He knew I needed him. He was my father first. I think that’s what kept the beast caged.” Beth said, sobbing.
The girls talked about their guilt and anguish, trying to comfort each other. They had meant good to come of this.
Nita sat quietly in an overstuffed chair, listening to the discussion. She had just turned 17 and was coming to realize the difference between a man and boys. She had an idea.
“Do you think the father in him could cage the beast again?”
“I tried, but it wasn’t the same. I’m more his wife and lover now than his daughter.”
“What if I tried to reach him?” Nita said slowly.
“How?”
Nita looked at Alice who nodded slightly.
“When Miguel raped me, he made it as painful as he could,” she looked down, composing herself, “he made me do things,” she remembered and shuddered, unable to put those things into words. “Anyway, I can’t respond to boys. I mean I’ve gone out a lot, but when they touch me, I freeze. I’ve talked to Alice about this a lot. I think Michael could help.”
Alice looked unhappy. “I’m not sure if Michael is the same person we’ve known, Honey.”
Beth ignored Alice, the spark of hope in her eyes. She thought for a moment and stopped herself, saying instead, “Honey, you don’t have to do this. We’ll find another way.”
Nita looked at her, shaking her head adamantly. “I don’t know if I want to be part of his harem, but I want to feel like a woman, not a dirty, violated victim! I think Michael can help me. And maybe I can help him.”
“We’ve tried everything else,” Alice said slowly.
Michael awoke slowly from his drug induced sleep. His head hurt and his mouth tasted foul. He was sandwiched between Shoshana and Maria.
Shoshana hopped off the bed and brought him aspirin and water.
He looked into the eyes of his adoring women and the image of the teenage lovers he’d killed came instantly to mind. He squeezed his eyes as if to crush the image.
Maria stroked his arm, “Michael, we need your help.”
Keeping his eyes shut, “What do you need, Honey?” He said softly in the same, flat, dead voice they had come to dread.
“I think we should let Nita tell you. She’s the one that needs you.”
Shoshana and Maria went to get Nita.
She came in slowly, a little girl with sad eyes. Alice told her to be honest, but only tell as much as she felt comfortable with.
“Come here Honey” He patted the bed beside him.
“Dad, I need to tell you something, something I think may make you no longer love me.” She was looking down, her long dark hair hiding her face from him.
He brushed her hair behind her shoulder.
“Look at me, Honey,” he said in a familiar voice, “There is nothing you could say that would make me stop loving you. Nothing.”
He took her into his arms as she sobbed quietly, all his attention on this young woman.
“Dad, I’ll tell you, but let me do it my way. Okay?”
He nodded.
“When Miguel raped me, it hurt so bad. I bled a lot too. When he stuck his thing in my ass, I hurt even worse. I didn’t know there was that much pain in the whole world. He did other things…” she was crying in earnest now, “I want you to know what he made me do, before I ask you something.”
He stroked her arm protectively.
“He made me suck him after he took it out of my ass. When I didn’t do it good, he made me practice…on his dog.” She said it in a whisper.
“Jesus,” Michael blurted softly.
“Then, when he kept coming to me, it always ended with the dog,” she was wailing now.
He held her trembling body, amazed that she had kept the secret so long. The beast knew he could not take revenge, the father in him knew his little girl needed him.
She quieted after a while.
“Dad, I’m frigid. Any time a guy touches me, I remember the pain and my body shuts down. Besides, I don’t think any man would want me after he finds out I’ve sucked and fucked a dog.”
He raised her head so she could see his eyes. The madness had been replaced by love.
“Will you make love to me tonight?”

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