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Masks That We Wear

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Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade.
Masquerade!
Hide your face so the world will never see you.

Masquerade!
Every face a different shade.
Masquerade!
Look around, there's another mask behind you!

-"Masquerade", The Phantom of the Opera

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CHAPTER 1: Blackmailed into Slavery

"Please, Sir," Mandy said in a shaky voice to the man in the well-tailored suit sitting before her. "I don't want to do this anymore. I want out."

"Out?" The man, known to Mandy only as Mister Falcon, scoffed. He picked up his wine glass from the nearby table and took a sip. He regarded her as he then held it and idly swirled the dark red liquid around inside. She's a proper Texan Stepford Wife now... He thought with morbid amusement. "You are the one who came to me to begin with, remember?" he told her. "You were the one who wanted me to get rid of those pics of your little drunken slut spree during that high school graduation party that would've kept you out of Harvard. I even went so far as to help you with your finances so that you'd graduate debt-free. Payment, my dear, is now due."

"But things have changed!" Mandy practically whined, wanting to be anywhere but inside of Falcon's penthouse suite. "I'm married now!"

"Yes, to a respectable young man from one of the elite families from Dallas, I know. I was so proud of you that you were able to overcome your humble roots." He fixed her with a gaze that despite his face being cloaked in shadows, Mandy knew that she was being glared at. "Shame I wasn't invited to the wedding. But, I wonder, what would he think if he knew the truth of your past? What would he do if he knew of your promiscuous and scandalous ways before you met him in Grad School?" When Mandy hung her head, wringing her hands nervously in front of her, he knew that he had her right where he wanted her.

He pressed his advantage to ensure that he completely had her. "I've invested a great deal into you; I've seen to your grades, I've seen to your lifestyle and well-being, I've seen to your future employment with your husband's prestigious firm. I've even made the background check that your in-laws initiated prior to your wedding come back clean." Her head whipped up at that last one. Ooooh... so she didn't know that. Interesting. I'll have to store that one away for later. "I've waited six years for this. I expect my return on investment."

"But..." Mandy replied weakly. "I'm married and I love him!" It was the only defense that she had.

"And you'll continue to be married to him." Falcon pointed out. "But you will still belong to me in whatever fashion I desire when I desire it until I see that your debt has been paid off. Now, are you going to uphold your end of the bargain or do I press the reset button on your life?" He took another sip of wine. "Because we both know what will happen if I do that."

"No... please don't do that!" Mandy cried out.

"Then let's get started then." He jerked his chin upwards to emphasize the point. "Start with removing that dress of yours. While it flatters your figure nicely, I'm afraid that it's just going to get in the way and we don't want it soiled for when you go back home tonight."

Mandy closed her eyes, trying to squeeze back tears, as she turned in place and reached behind her back for the zipper of her one-piece cream dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Even Brent, her husband, remarked at how jaw-droppingly hot she looked as she headed out. It had a high collar and left her shoulders bare like a halter-top but dipped down in the back. She unzipped it down from her bra strap down to her panty line before reaching behind her neck, under her long brown hair, to undo the collar's clasp. The dress fell down her front and she caught it by crossing her arms in front of her chest. Then she peeled it down her body, bending over in front of Mr. Falcon so that he got a hint of her panty-clad mound before she stood back up. Holding the dress out to the side, she then let it drop to the floor before turning around.

"Keep those arms down at your side and get your chin up," Falcon commanded her. She did as she was told, looking back at him with a quivering lip and chin, and he admired the view of her standing there in a cream bra with matching lace panty that went well with her conservative cream pumps. Mandy, he knew, was a modest B cup and the padded comfort bra made her look a little bit fuller in the chest than she really was. "Alright," he casually gestured with his free hand, "now the rest."

She turned away from him again, this time to unclasp the bra. The hint of a half-smirk crossed Falcon's roguish face as he undid his bow tie and unbuttoned the collar of his dress shirt. It was cute that Mandy was being shy like this but he had to find the sly little minx that had been hidden back inside of her all these years that he first saw. Mandy again crossed her arms before her to hold the bra in place when the shoulder straps slid down her smooth skin before reaching down with one hand to hook her panties and remove them by kneeling this time instead of bending over. Turning back around to face him, she let the bra drop and kicked her pumps off so that she stood before him, naked.

"Very good, now step up to me, my dear."

"Please..." she now begged him in a whisper. "Can't this just be enough?"

"No." Falcon said with a bemused look on his face. "You've spent the summer from high school to college stripping and I made sure that stayed a secret for the entrance review board." That was how he'd met her; in the VIP lounge of a Boston Gentleman's Club. She'd confided her desire to rise up and get away from her lowborn status by going to Harvard and he helped her by getting her in and paying her entire way through. "You then turned back to stripping to make ends meet and I bailed you out a second time," he reminded her. He'd seen her naked enough times before but tonight would be different.

"No one has touched me since Prom Night... aside from Brent, that is." Mandy admitted.

"I know," Falcon smiled at her. "But you also knew that this was coming. You were the one who chose to fall in love and get married. Don't go blaming me for your predicament." He beckoned her forward. "Now come here."

Not having any other option, Mandy walked up to him and stood there just inside of his spread knees. "Still trimming, I see," Falcon noted, seeing the thin strip of hair just above her slit. "After tonight you'll shave it all off." He held off the urge to grab her right there to feel her up. Instead, he savored the moment by bringing his hands up the sides of her thighs, fingertips lightly brushing her skin, as he trailed them up her waist and ribs. He paused for a moment, watching her nipples harden from the goosebumps that she had from his touch. Then he brought his hands in front of her to cup her breasts ever so lightly while lightly moving his thumbs across her hardening nubs.

Mandy was biting her lower lip while her hands clenched into fists and released and clenched again while Mr. Falcon fondled her chest. Her eyes fixated onto a point on the wall past him while a riot of sensations and emotions cascaded through her. The erotic tingles shot through her breasts from her nipples and seemed to find their way right down to her loins, making her wet. What she'd told him was true; while she might have been stripping for a living to help pay for her University bills, she'd stopped sleeping around. She lost her virginity when she turned 18, slept around a bit in high school, and then had that drunken orgy on prom night. She'd become a 'Good Christian Girl' by forswearing her past to lead a good and wholesome life but it was one marred by her dark past and secret employment. She never once slept with any clients. Not even Mr. Falcon. The night when Brent proposed to her was the first time in four years that she'd had sex with anyone.

And now here she was about to commit adultery by the one man who kept her from losing everything that she'd worked so hard to achieve; a higher education at an ivy league school, reputable employment in a white-collared world, and marriage to a wealthy man who wanted her for who she was and who she wanted to be... and not some dumb trophy wife to have at his side. Her eyes went to the ceiling as she tried to avoid looking at Mr. Falcon's triumphant face while he slowly rotated his thumbs around her nipples. A tear trickled down her hot, burning cheek as she tried to endure. I'm doing this for Brent... for us... Oh God... please forgive me for what I have to do... It made her sick to her stomach that she basically sold her body to the devil so that she'd have a shot at living in paradise.

Falcon's hands drifted back downward. He patted her inner thighs to get her to spread her legs. She did so and he slid a hand over her slickening mound. Mandy let out a whine of despair as he cupped her sex. Brent had been the only person to touch her there in such an intimate way. The boys back in high school were just a 'spread 'em, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' kind of lay. The men that she danced for never got a chance to touch her. The moment one of them even twitched the wrong way the bouncers were on them.

Closing her eyes and grimacing as she felt a single finger probe further inside of her, it took Mandy every fiber of her being to remain standing in place instead of bolting from the room. Her fists were clenched so hard that her knuckles were turning bright white. "MMmmmh!" She whimpered with a reddening face as Mr. Falcon started crooking his index finger repeatedly in a 'come here' move down the length of her slit. "AH!" Mandy gasped when he then plunged it up into her pussy, feeling up the front wall of her innermost folds. No, she couldn't run. She knew all too well that Mr. Falcon would destroy her. Just the pictures from Prom Night alone to her husband and her in-laws would end her life as she knew it. If they were sent to Harvard, her position within the Alumni would be threatened. She didn't even want to think about them being sent to her church. Mandy would be ostracized for certain. She couldn't allow that to happen. She would not let that happen!

"Good girl," Falcon told her as he slowly fingered her. He reached down with his left hand to take her right. Guiding it up to the buttons of his blazer her told her, "take my overcoat and shirt off."

With her face now furiously red from embarrassment, Mandy fumbled with the buttons as she tried not to look at his smug face. He never stopped fingering her pussy. When she got the blazer off of his right arm, he simply fingered her with his left hand until it was time to remove that arm of the blazer. Then it was the same for the white collared shirt. His smile seemed to grow even more smug and triumphant now that he sat there bare chested in front of her while he felt her up. Despite herself, she felt the heat rise within her and she desperately tried to push such sinful thoughts away. I shouldn't be feeling this for a man who is not my husband! she screamed in her own mind as she once again closed her eyes and averted her face upward. She jumped back when she felt his lips brush her left nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. His hand shot out, snaked around her waist, and quickly pulled her back into place where he resumed fingering her while sucking on her breast.


Then his hands were then on her shoulders and he was pushing her down to her knees on the soft carpet. "Shoes and socks first, then my pants." he told her. She looked up at him with horror on her face. His stern glare told her that he was not in a mood to be denied and she didn't even want to contemplate the consequences. Reaching down, she untied the laces of his loafers and put them aside before removing his black socks. Then she reached up to undo his belt and the fly of his slacks. He lifted up just long enough for her to pull them down past his buttocks and thighs. Then they joined the rest of his clothes in a pile next to them, leaving him clad only in his boxer-briefs. She glanced up into his eyes and he had an expectant look on his face so she reached up and grasped the waistband of his undershorts and pulled them off as well. His long, hard cock sprang forth, making her jump in surprise at both its size and the fact that he was already hard for her.


Falcon beckoned her forward and Mandy shied away from him. Glowering, he reached out and grabbed her hair far faster than she thought possible. "It's time to put that mouth back to good use like you did when you were eighteen," he growled at her. Mandy couldn't help but let out a sob at that as she was pulled inexorably forward to his hard shaft. Tears flowed freely from her eyes when he reached down and put her delicate little hands around his cock all the while holding her head in place.


Mandy used both hands to pump his cock a couple of times before putting the head of it up to her lips. She risked another glance up with her brilliant blue eyes and saw that there was no compromise in Mr. Falcon's face. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth to take more of him in as she gently sucked. There was a hum of pleasure and his iron grip on her hair turned soft as he then began to stroke the side of her head. "Good girl." he said with obvious approval.


Once Mandy had a good portion of his cock down her mouth and her head was bobbing at a steady rate, he reached down to play with her breasts again. She jumped when he touched her and he admonished her for doing that. Blushing, she went back to work on sucking him off while his hands continued to tease her nipples. This time, however, he started lightly pinching and rolling them between his fingers. She let out a whine but kept on working his cock further down her throat. "Hard to believe that you haven't done this in six years." he said. "You're still quite good at it."


The compliment made her blush even harder. She'd been giving head to Brent since they got engaged. Brent loved to get oral and she figured that it was due to his religious upbringing and that it 'felt dirty and sinful'. Since it felt so wrong for him it was naturally something that he really liked. After a minute or two of steady sucking, he told her to stop, stand up, and lay down on the bed.


Mandy looked over at it and then walked over as if she were going to face a firing squad. With a look of resignation, she rolled onto the bed and unconsciously crossed her arms up over her breasts while she looked up at the ceiling. Falcon followed her, bent over long enough to lightly slap her inner thighs again to get her to spread her legs, and then mounted her. She twisted her head away when his face obstructed her view of the ceiling, refusing to look at him. Falcon didn't care. He merely reached down between them, spread her pussy open with one hand, and guided his cock into her with the other. Her nostrils flared with her sharp intake of breath as he slowly sank into her.


Falcon's muscular bulk settled down onto her smaller frame. Mandy tried to blink tears away as his cock filled her up like no man had ever before. She tried to will away the pleasure that she felt with him inside of her but was unable to. When he thrust into her the first time after her tight pussy stretched to accommodate him, she felt it from her mound all the way up to the tips of her breasts and the back of her neck. "Ahhh," she let out a tiny breath when he bottomed out against her cervix. He reached down to grab her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head so that she was totally exposed to him once again. Then she felt his hot mouth descend upon her right nipple to suckle off of it. Mandy let out another series of wracking sobs. She shouldn't be feeling this good with a man who is not her husband. And yet, here she was committing adultery with a man that she never thought would come back to make good on a promise she made out of desperation.


He reached up to cup her left breast, thumbing the nipple again. With her left arm free again, she tried to cover it up. Falcon growled a warning at her, and then pinned both of her wrists above her head with his left hand before resuming his position of sucking on her right breast while fondling her left one. Mandy cried and whimpered softly as both her breasts received attention while his cock slowly and inexorably moved within her. She tried holding out. She tried mentally fighting it. She tried to mentally tune everything out. However, the more she resisted the faster the heat seemed to rise within her. "That's right," she heard Mr. Falcon's smooth, velvety voice say, "don't fight it. Your body wants this and you know it. Just let it come naturally."


"I...I... I don't want to..."


"Your body says otherwise." He arched back up and while looking at the conflict of emotions on her face, drove his hips into her hard, making her gasp in the process. Falcon thought it cute the way she closed her eyes and turned her face every which way but he knew that the end result would be the same. His thrusts went hard and deep into her, every time making her gasp in pleasure. He could tell that she wanted to wrap her legs around him and squeeze, as such things came naturally to women such as her, but she was still mentally fighting it. No matter, once I'm done with her she'll be the most perfect and willing slave I've created... His own passion rose as his cock swelled inside of her. He did his mental tricks to detach his mind to keep from blowing his wad too soon. I want her to cum on my cock first...

After another few hard, deep thrusts, she was doing just that. Up to this point she was softly gasping and mewing every time he plowed into her. Now she let out a loud, "AUGH!" as her body shook violently beneath his. Her legs quivered. Her arms shook. Her pussy clamped down onto his cock like a vice. NOW! He thought to himself, letting himself go now. It took him a couple more thrusts before his cock exploded within her, filling her up with his thick, creamy seed. Mandy wailed in defeat as she felt his cock throb and pulsate inside of her while her pussy milked his cock for every drop while she came. Once he was coming down off of his own orgasm, he drove his hips into hers and kept his cock buried inside of her to the hilt as they rode the rest of the pleasure out together. Mandy went still first and buried her face into her left arm, ashamed of herself. Her chest heaved as it was wracked with more sobs at what she'd just done.

When Falcon's cock stopped twitching inside of her, he pulled out and went over to his night stand. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a jeweled butt plug, some lube, and a jeweled, but simple, choker with a diamond in the center of the lock. He lubed up the plug and rolled Mandy over. Then he parted her ass cheeks and nuzzled it up to her back passage. Mandy immediately squawked and protested "No! Don't! Please!" as she reached behind her to try and slap his hands away. Falcon ignored her as he gleefully pressed the plug into her.

"AAAAHHHHH!" Mandy cried out, gripping the covers and burying her face into the pillow, crying, as she felt her ass give way and the plug pop into her. Then she felt his hands around her neck as he snaked the jewel choker around. There was a click as he locked it into place before turning it so that the diamond locket, shaped like a little heart, was nestled right on her throat. She whimpered some more.

"These will be your symbols of servitude to me until your debt is paid off. Although with the amount of money you've racked up with me, I highly doubt that it'll be anytime soon," Falcon told her as he put the key inside of his wallet on the bed stand. "You will wear these at all times around me. Wear the plug at all times. If I call you in the middle of the day, you had better have it up your ass. If I call you in the middle of the night, you had better have it in you. When I call you to meet me, you will put the collar on at once. Failure will result in punishment as I deem worthy. Continual disobedience will result in your entire family knowing what you have done in order to get what you wanted. I imagine they'll label you a tramp, and a whore, and a gold digger. That'll probably result in you being tossed out in the streets."
As much as Mandy wanted to deny it, she knew that he was right. Brent's family was from old money. They'd made a fortune in the early pioneer days of Texas and then when oil was discovered they became even richer. Brent was a third-generation oil tycoon, already a CEO, who stood to totally take over the family business eventually, provided he didn't go into politics like his father had done. They were also very upstanding members in the Church and Mandy had seen firsthand what they do to those who 'revel in sin', as they called it.

"How am I supposed to keep this hidden?" Mandy cried, squirming uncomfortably.

"Not my problem," Falcon said, climbing up onto the bed and crawling behind her. "Put on a mask of calm and serenity. Fake it. I don't care just do it so that people can't tell." He grabbed her hips and hoisted her up onto her knees. He then slapped her hard on the ass, making her cry out in pain. "And from now on, when you are in my presence, you will call me either Sir or Master. Got it?" he spanked her again.

"Yes! Sir!" she howled through the tears.

"Good," he said, now giving her ass an affectionate rub and squeeze. He then grabbed his cock, dragging it up and down her moist slit to get it hard again. Once he was fully erect, he pressed into her.

"AH!" Mandy cried out again, this time feeling both the plug and his cock move inside of her. Then she felt his hand snake around her hip, under her belly, to find her mound. She felt the pressure on her clit as he fingered it while he fucked her. She bit her lip, trying to ignore the way it made her felt. She kept on reminding herself that she was married and that she shouldn't be feeling pleasure with another man. But Mister Falcon was relentless and he knew how to touch her. He knew how to control her. He knew how to make her body respond. This fact was confirmed a moment later when she felt his other hand come up to cup her breast to pinch her nipple.

Mandy lost all control at that point and she came hard. Her body shook from the second orgasm and she bowed her head in shame as she rode it out. A minute later she felt his hot cum fill her up even more. This time when he pulled out he started dressing on his own while she just collapsed onto the bed. "Make sure you get on birth control. I don't want any bastard children running around."

"Yes, Master," Mandy replied morosely as she curled up into a ball on the bed. How was she ever going to get through this?

***

CHAPTER 2: Dealing with it.

It was late when Mandy got home to her and Brent's spacious ranch just north of Dallas. 'Ranch' was a bit of a misnomer in her opinion as it hadn't been a working ranch in years. Now it was just a huge property that was kept cleaned and groomed by a legion of gardeners and workers. Sure, they had stables for horses but those horses were the kind that ran in races now instead of the kind that plowed fields and worked the land.

Mandy pulled her luxury car into the garage and parked. She didn't even bother locking it as she just let the door slam closed as she marched into the manor, eager to get to bed and to have this miserable day over with. She darted into one of the nearest guest bathrooms she could find and took a quick shower; scrubbing herself from head to toe even with that accursed plug that was up her ass. The collar she'd stashed in her purse, grateful that Mister Falcon had at least given her a key to it to remove at home. Then she sank down to the tiled floor, hugging her knees to her chest, crying her eyes out while the water rained down onto her.

Once her self-pity party was over and she'd collected herself, Mandy grabbed a robe out of the bathroom closet to wrap herself in, flipping the collar of it up to hide the marks that the jeweled collar had left around her neck. Then, after checking to see that none of the staff were up and about, she snuck down the long hall, past the bay windows that had the bright moonlight spilling through, and into her bedroom.

Brent was already in their massive, four post Victorian styled king bed deep asleep and snoring loudly. Mandy's face twisted into one of pain and regret as her heart broke. She wanted to wake him up and confess everything to him but at the same time she was too ashamed to do it and too afraid of what might happen if she did. Instead, with the robe still on, she slid in underneath of the sheets and lay down onto her side with her back to her husband, her mind laced with worry.

*

"I missed you last night, dear," Brent said the next morning when she came down for breakfast. She'd intentionally feigned sleep and hitting the snooze button on her own alarm clock. It wasn't too far from the truth as she was tired from getting home so late.

"I'm sorry honey," Mandy said, giving her husband a peck on the cheek before taking her own seat at the table within the breakfast nook. She shifted a bit uncomfortably as she thanked the maid who'd immediately put a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast down in front of her. "The meeting with my client ran extremely over. You were already asleep when I'd come to bed. Did you have a long day? You were snoring something awful." She fidgeted again. Getting used to sitting with the plug constantly inside of her was going to take some getting used to.

"Yeah, I was out on the course with dad since he's back from D.C. now." Brent admitted while he turned back to the paper he was reading. "The weather was really nice and he'd been gone for so long that we wound up playing a second round."

"That's okay, I don't mind at all." She said, giving him a small smile. "Family is important."

"I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."

"Oh? What'd you have in mind?"

What he had in mind, blew hers. After flowers, dinner, and dancing, they went home where he slowly undressed her while giving her a flurry of kisses on her skin as he bared it. It gave her goose bumps and made her giggly. He was down on his knees in front of her, tongue lapping at her clit in such a way that it was driving her mad. Her legs went watery and she begged him to take her to bed but he was unrelenting. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her thighs to keep her upright as he continued to attack her mound.

"I see that you shaved down here..." he murmured at one point.

Fuck... she swore in her mind. She'd shaved that morning before going down for breakfast. I got so caught up in this that I forgot about that! SHIT! The plug! She then thought. She'd gotten used to the thing during the day and forgot about it during dinner. "I... uh... wanted to try something new, dear. Do you like it? Because your tongue down there with it bare is driving me wild."

"I do like," Brent said with appreciation. "It's just a surprise, that's all."

"I have another surprise for you," Mandy said, taking one of his hands and guiding it back behind her. Maybe she could play this off after all. She placed his fingertips right on the plug and pushed it in a bit, letting out a lustful gasp in the process.

"What the? Is this... is this a butt plug?"

"I'd got it recently," she said. That, at least, was true. "I wanted to try something new for you and when you said that we were going on a date night, I put it in." Damn, that lie came out way too easy for her.

Brent gave her a wicked smile. "You had this in all night? Oh you naughty girl," he said playfully. "You're going to have to atone for that." Unable to contain his excitement, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to bed. When they hit the mattress, her arms were wrapped around his neck and she was kissing him passionately. He moved between her legs and she wrapped them around him. Then she was tearing at his clothes, eager to get him as naked as she was. They got as far as getting his blazer and dress shirt off with his slacks hiked down before he lost control and plunged into her. "Oh damn..." he croaked as his cock slid into her tightness. He could feel the plug on the other side of her vaginal wall as he moved inside of her. "Damn... that feels good."

"Take me," she breathed, wrapping her legs back around him and locking her ankles. "Please..." He obliged her, taking her hard, and fast, and deep. She chanted his name in time to his wild thrusts into her. That just goaded him on as he relentlessly plowed into her. "OH GOD! YES!" she cried out as she came hard. Her pussy clamped around his cock and she bore down on him. Brent groaned and sighed a moment later when his cock blew its seed deep into her.

They stayed wrapped up in each other's arms, planting affectionate kisses on one another for some time until he finally slid out of her. He then moved to her side and spooned her. "Damn, that was intense. We should do that again."

Mandy smiled at him, twisting her head to give him a peck on the cheek. "How about tomorrow night as well?"

*

Mandy was back at Mister Falcon's penthouse suite that weekend; Nude save for an eye mask, collared, plugged, and kneeling submissively at the foot of his bed with her head bowed and her hands on her knees. Over the week, he'd called her at work and at home at random times to make sure that she still had her diamond butt plug up her ass. She confirmed it each time and one time she had to walk to a window to bend over, flip up her dress, and pull down her panties so that whatever spy he had at her ranch could confirm it.

That knowledge in of itself was embarrassing. She wondered who on the staff it was. A gardener? One of the horse handlers? A maid, even? She became increasingly paranoid as it was instantly apparent that she couldn't trust anyone save for her husband. She did, however, make it a point to make love to Brent every night, knowing at any moment that she'd be called to service. This morning when Falcon did call, she gave Brent the mother of all blowjobs before making up a story that she'd be going out with her friends.

Behind her, the door opened. She heard the footsteps of two men. Falcon was definitely one of them as who else could it be? The other person she had no idea who it was. "This is Mister Preston," Falcon said. "You're going to be his entertainment for the next couple of hours. Be a dear and show him a very good time as he's a very important client of mine."

"Yes, Master," Mandy whined, unable to keep the sorrow from her voice or the tears from welling up in her eyes. As she heard the other man start to disrobe. A moment later the door closed as Falcon departed.

"My, my," Preston said in a slightly deeper voice than Mister Falcon's, "you are quite the stunning creature just from looking at you from behind. Now let's see the goods, dear." he said, walking up right behind her to look down upon her body. From that angle, he could easily see the small swells of her breasts as they nestled between her arms. "Mmm, yes, very nice," he murmured, leaning down to take them into his hands to squeeze. He brought one hand up to her neck to turn her face up to him.

She looked up into his smiling face and was surprised to see that he too was wearing a black eye mask, although not as ornately decorated as hers was. It then hit her that these 'clients' were businessmen in the Dallas area whom she probably interacted with before. That just made her heart sink with despair.

"MMMmmm..." Mandy whimpered in defeat as her breasts were fondled from behind. Then he was pinching and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Once they were standing erect, he started brushing his forefingers across them rapidly. Erotic tickles shot through her body from the tips of her breasts, making her squirm uncomfortably as he played with them. She had to bite her lip to keep from protesting. The moment she misbehaved was the moment her secret was out.

After having her tits molested for about ten minutes, Preston had her stand and place her hands onto the boards on the foot of the bed. She stayed there while he rummaged around for something in the nearby drawers. When he came back he draped a very long length of rope over her neck, just below her collar, and down her front. She couldn't help but wince as he tied three knots in the front before reaching between her legs to grab the ends and pull back.

Shibari... Mandy thought bitterly. She always hated it when Mister Falcon wanted to do that kind of bondage. Mainly because he insisted on keeping her tied up for days at a time. Preston kept the two ends on either side of her labia as he brought them up her back to then loop under the portion on the back of her neck. Despite her reservations, she stayed perfectly still as Preston tied the rope into a body harness for her. Once he was done he placed his hand over her mound to finger her real quick to ensure that he could still get up inside of her bare pussy. Mister Falcon had ordered her to shave her mound now that she was serving him. "Nice and tight, just how I like it." Preston said in appreciation of her body and his work. "Your owner tells me you like this."

"Yes, Master," She lied meekly. He then took another length of rope and proceeded to tie her arms behind her back, forearm to forearm, anchoring them to her new rope body harness.

"One last thing..." Preston said. He left for a moment and came back with two magnetic nipple clamps. Mandy couldn't help but whine again as he fitted the little ring over her nipple and then secured it into place with the little magnets inside of it. She winced in pain as her breasts got used to the hard pincers and added weight. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, taking her by the arm and guiding her over to the huge window wall for a better look in the light. Then, to her horror, he grabbed his smart phone and snapped a few pictures. Mandy turned her head in shame.

Preston put the phone aside and walked over to her. He grabbed her by the chin to force her to look at him again. Once they'd locked eyes, he then gently applied pressure to her shoulders. Mandy submissively sank to her knees, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. He grabbed his cock, bringing it up to her lips. "Suck," he commanded.

Mandy swallowed to clear the lump in her throat. Tears fell from her eyes. Then she tentatively leaned forward and took him into her mouth. He lips locked around his shaft, sliding down its length, as she expertly took him all in. Preston's hand clawed at her hair and he breathed a sigh of relief as her head bobbed back and forth at his crotch. At one point, he grabbed her head, shoved his cock all the way down her throat, and held it there. Her tears of sorrow became those of stress as she struggled to relax her throat enough to breathe.

After a minute of making her struggle, he released her. Mandy automatically pulled back, coughed, and sputtered. She hadn't done that in years and had fallen out of practice. Preston grabbed her by the hair and brought her back up to her feet. Then he backed her up against the bed, nudging her back to lie down. Mandy complied, scooting back until she was all the way on. Preston climbed up on top of her, reaching down between them to spread her pussy lips and rope so that he could slide in. Once his cock was fully entrenched, one hand came up to clamp around her throat while the other played with her breasts.

Their eyes locked once again as he proceeded to fuck her hard. Her look of shame and sorrow was evident on her face and Preston seemed to revel in it. When she felt his cock swell within her, she couldn't help but cry. Her sin was running deep now as this was the second man inside of a week that she'd been intimate with who wasn't even her husband! What was worse was that she was going to cum with this man just liked she'd done with Mister Falcon! Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust into her, which moved the clamps on her nipples, which then shot the tiny electrodes of pain and pleasure through her body. Her clit was swollen and on fire as it was pinched between the ropes with his cock tearing across it.

Despite her best efforts to stop it, the climax ripped through her. She twisted and squirmed in his grip, biting her lip with a muffled "MMMMPH". Mandy turned her face from him, squeezing her eyes shut while her face and chest went flush. Her body shook and her pussy fluttered around his cock. Then her abdomen convulsed as the powerful orgasm continued. She wound up bucking against Preston against her own will.

"Yeah, that's right, cum for me, whore," Preston grinned above her, hand still around her throat. "Scream in pleasure," he said, his whole hand groping her right breast, squeezing, and pulling up, taking the magnetic nipple clamp with it.

Mandy screamed and thrashed as the pain from her right tit spiked on her nipple and then throbbed while the aftershocks were still coursing through her. Then she screamed again when he reached over and snatched the left one off as well. She wept in pain and embarrassment. This wound up sending Preston over the edge as she felt his cock throb inside of her while his cum gushed into her womb. It made her glad that she was on birth control so that she wouldn't get pregnant from this man. She felt his mouth descend upon her left breast while he continued to enjoy his own orgasm.

After that, it was a blur as Mandy just laid there like an empty shell. Preston used her in a variety of positions until he was finally done with her. By the time he'd left she was sore from the continual fucking. Falcon came in for her and he untied her arms and then led her to the bathroom. "Wash up," he ordered her after getting the shower going for her. Mandy went to untie the knots of the rope body harness behind her back and Mister Falcon slapped her hands down. "No. You'll wear that for the rest of the weekend as punishment," he said in a harsh tone. "Mister Preston was happy with the first hour of fucking you but then said that you tuned out. You'll get your shit together and please my clients properly or I will fucking end your existence as you know it. Understand?"

"Yes, Master..." Mandy replied in a soft, meek voice. "What am I going to tell my husband?"

"That's not my problem. Entertain my clients better and you won't have to figure that out in the future," Falcon growled. "Now get cleaned up and get out of here. I'm done with you for the weekend."

*

Sunday came around and Mandy feigned sickness just so that she wouldn't have to go to church. She slept in one of the guest bedrooms under the pretense that she wouldn't disturb Brent and so that she didn't have to reveal her tied up body to him. Him and a couple of the maids checked in on her from time to time but allowed her to rest.

All the while, Mandy wondered how she'd be able to keep pretenses up or if she'd even succeed at it. The answer was not 'if' Brent would find out, but 'when'.

***

CHAPTER 3: Revelations and Confrontations.

"Bye, dear," Mandy called out as she hastily headed for the door. Mister Falcon had called and wanted her immediately for an important client. As was dictated, she put her collar on at once as she still couldn't tell who the spy was at the ranch and then put on her overcoat with the collar flipped up. "I'll be back late!"

"Hold it!" Brent snapped, heading her off before she could reach the garage. "This is getting ridiculous!" Mandy stopped dead in her tracks, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He'd been getting suspicious over the past month of her bailing on whatever plans that they'd had for the weekend outside of church on Sundays. Now here she was trying to sneak out on a week night. She was so tired lately that her work had been suffering to the point that he had to give her some time off to recuperate. And now even their sex life was suffering. "Where are you going now?"

"Uh... well... you see..." Mandy sputtered.
"Save it!" he snapped, deciding to cut straight to the point. "Are you having an affair?"

She went white as a bedsheet. "Why would you say such a thing!"

He reached for her coat and ripped it open, revealing the white miniskirt dress that she was wearing, high heels, and the diamond choker. "Call it a hunch." He held up the carton of birth control pills that had her name and prescription on it. "Is this why you're taking these? Because you're sleeping around on me" he demanded, shaking the half-used carton at her. "I found them in the bathroom! We were supposed to be trying for a baby and I thought that we were doing that with all the sex that we've been having lately!"

"I-I-I can explain..." Mandy said weakly. "I swear to you that I love you with all of my-"

"SAVE IT!" Brent thundered, his heart breaking and tears of betrayal welling up as he shouted. "Save it for the lawyers..." he mumbled as he moved to walk past her to get his phone.

"BRENT PLEASE!" Mandy fell to her knees before him, clutching his slacks and sobbing. "I'M BEING FORCED TO DO THIS!" She shouted up at him before leaning her head against his leg and crying.

Silence reigned as Brent looked down at her, dumbfounded. Out of all the possible explanations, this was one that he didn't even consider. The fact that she raised her voice to even get it out shocked him. In all the years that he'd known her, she never once yelled. Now, here she was, on her knees blubbering. "Okay..." he said at last, very slowly as he collected his wits and checked his emotion. "I'll bite. How?"

"You know that I have no family," she sniffled, trying to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. "I grew up virtually penniless. My brain was the only thing that I had going for me. It was the only way to get out of poverty. I got a couple of scholarships, I was doing community college over the summers in between high school semesters. When I aged out of foster care I had to get a job that would pay for college. I bounced between jobs while trying to pay for school and get into an ivy-league university. I had a past and pictures that were going to keep me out. I turned to stripping to pay for bills and this man, I only know his name as Mister Falcon, cleared up my past and got me in to Harvard with all of my expenses paid."

She looked up at him and he could see the pain and hurt in her eyes. His heart broke in a different way. "He... he gave me ten years. Ten years to get my degree and do whatever I wanted to do. Then he'd call in the debt by making me work it off. I... I'd thought that I'd have to work in his company or something. Not... THIS!" she gestured to herself, indicating her slave-slut getup. She looked up at him with tear stained eyes. "I met you and it was like you were sent from God to get me out of this! I gladly moved down here to be with you. Your family took me in like I was one of their own. I got everything I ever wanted through you. I thought that I'd be free of Mister Falcon but then he showed up here and forced me to service him... to service his clients..." Her chest heaved and she started sobbing once again. She buried her face into her hands. "I don't wanna do this anymore!" she wailed.

"Why didn't you tell me all of this before?" Brent asked, confused, the hurt still evident in his voice.

"Because he threatened to ruin my life... and yours. He'd release all the evidence of my soiled past to Harvard, to you, to your family, to our church. I'd be right back out on the street where I started!" Mandy shuddered and hugged herself. She started rocking in shock. "I don't wanna do that again... I can't do that again!" She looked up at him. "I did it to protect you and your family! I was doing it for us! I couldn't tell you because he has people here watching me who will tell him!" Mandy then went into exact details as to how Mister Falcon was controlling her and how he was getting more brazen in his blackmail to the point that she'd be wondering when this confrontation was going to happen.

Brent lowered himself down to kneel in front of her and took her into his arms, hugging her close. Mandy lost any remaining composure and broke down again. She cried long and hard into his shoulder as he gently rocked her back and forth, making soft, soothing noises into her ear. "I'm sorry..."" he croaked at last. "I'm so sorry that I even considered calling a divorce lawyer... I just... my heart just broke when I thought you were cheating on me."

"No..." Mandy shook her head. "No... it's not your fault. Everything is my fault. I should've told you when we first met..."

"You obviously had your reasons." Brent said, kissing her on the forehead. "So I take it you're heading out to see him now."

Mandy nodded, wiping her eyes with her hand. "He has another client for me," she added sadly. "I'm late... he's going to punish me..."

"I'm going with you." Brent said. "I can and I will," he said, placing a finger on her lips when she got a fearful look in her eyes and started to protest. "This... Falcon... isn't the only guy around with contacts. Or money for that matter. I'll just talk to him man-to-man and we'll see about getting this over with." He kissed her, this time passionately on the lips. "I love you, sweetheart. Your problems are my problems and we'll solve them together. Just no more secrets between us, okay?"

*

Mandy swallowed hard, her heart thudding in her chest and her hand squeezing her husband's so hard that her knuckles were white. She didn't dare let go of him out of fear that he'd suddenly leave her. She kept her hand in his during the entire time he drove her to Mister Falcon's building downtown. Now she couldn't help but stare in wide-eyed fright at her owner while Brent led her into the office.

Mister Falcon was glaring at them both in obvious anger over folded hands as he leaned on his desk. "My client has been kept waiting to the point that I had to offer him another girl," he said to Mandy. His eyes flicked over to Brent. "And I see that you obviously told your husband of our arrangement."

"I'm here to tell you that your arrangement with my wife is over," Brent said with just as much ire in his voice, glaring back with equal hatred.

"Okay, fine." Falcon said, spreading his hands as if acquiescing while leaning back in his chair. "It's over. She can go on about her life. However..." his voice took on a dangerous tilt, "if she chooses to do that, I'm going to release enough information to destroy not only her, but you as well."

"I've been threatened by far worse than you," Brent smiled.

"Maybe, but I've been at this game a lot longer than you have," Falcon replied calmly. "We can start with your wife registering under false pretenses to Harvard. Add in a dash of somewhat doctored evidence that she cheated on some of her exams along with pictures of her partying with classmates her senior year of High School along with pictures of her at her side jobs. Her alumni status will be immediately revoked and there will be an investigation that will invalidate her degree. All that time and effort she put in? Now wasted. With her educational credits now gone, you'll be forced to fire her from her position at your business and won't that cause quite a scandal among the upper elite here in Dallas? We haven't even got into what this will do inside of your church community and I imagine that the political fallout for your father's career will be disastrous,"

"Enough! Please!" Mandy cried out, tears streaming down her face. "I'll work! I promise! Just please; leave Brent out of this!"

"I can't, you brought him here." Flacon snapped at her. "And now I own him just as I own you."

"How much?" Brent asked, reaching inside of his jacket for his checkbook.

"For what?"

"To cover her debt. Name a price." Brent said with a smile, clicking a pen to get ready to write.

Falcon shook his head and laughed. "You can't afford her."

"Every man has a price. You know who my family is and therefore know how ungodly rich we are."

"You misunderstand me," Falcon gave him an evil smile. "I have a price and it's her. I can make far more money off of her serving out her debt than I can with you just paying the amount of her tuition with interest." He took out his smart phone and punched in a few buttons before putting it back into the inside pocket of his suit blazer. "Now the punishment I just administered is a slap on the wrist to you both. Mandy, you will now wear your collar twenty-four seven as a sign of your servitude to me. And to make amends for standing up my client, you will go downstairs and perform for the time that you would've been serving my client."

Mandy was torn as she looked between Brent and Mister Falcon. Brent was giving her an encouraging look so she ultimately decided to side with her husband and stay. Falcon's glare turned murderous as he scowled at them both. "Do not test my patience," he warned her, his tone suggesting that things would be dire.

"I'm waiting for this so-called punishment of yours," Brent said, unimpressed. Just then his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He frowned and looked at it, wondering why his mother was suddenly calling. He punched it though to voice-mail. Then his phone buzzed again. It was his sister calling. Voice-mail again. Then it buzzed a third time with a text message from one of the deacons of their church demanding to know why his wife was sinning. Frowning, Brent looked up and eyed Falcon with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. A fourth buzz and it was a flurry of texts from the women's group leader who wanted to know if they were living in sin.

"I released photographic proof of your wife's birth control medicine," Falcon said simply, "and forwarded it on to your family and select leaders of your church." He folded his hands on his desk and glared at Brent.

"Honey, please," Mandy was now begging her husband by tugging on his arm. "I don't want the family torn apart because of me. I'll... I'll just do what he says and we can go home."

"I'd listen to her, if I were you," Falcon said.

Jaw set, Brent faced a hard decision. He could sit here and see what Falcon had to offer in terms of more punishment or he could sit here and take it. Knowing that his wife was about to go down to perform in front of other men galled him but at the same time thrilled him. After all, she would be going home with him. He looked over at Mandy who was silently pleading with him not to piss Falcon off. Brent leaned into Mandy. "He's got us beat right now so do what you have to. I'll be right here once your... shift... is over."

With tears in her eyes, Mandy nodded her understanding before kissing him full on the lips and leaving. She knew exactly where to go and who to see for costuming as that was one of the first things she learned when coming into Mister Falcon's 'service'.

"You see?" Falcon said to Brent when Mandy was out the door. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" The way he talked reminded Brent of Negan off of The Walking Dead. Now that he thought about it, Falcon seemed to resemble the character on the TV show just a little bit in the face. "There's no reason why we can't be friends here. Come," Falcon stood up and beckoned for Brent to follow him. "I got just the place where we can watch the action."

Brent followed him into a back room that looked like it was a private stripper's lounge. Falcon grabbed a remote to turn on the huge flatscreen TV that dominated the wall behind the stage with two stripper poles on it. The screen lit up with a good view of the club down on the ground floor that was already bustling with activity for the night. He then pressed a button on a plush red lounge chair while motioning for Brent to sit in the other. Two maids in outfits that left their breasts bared and little to the imagination under their short skirts scurried in.

Falcon ordered brandy for them both before turning his attention back to Brent. "Now, for your punishment for defying me. I have a party in my penthouse upstairs tomorrow evening to kick off my month of costume parties for my lead-in to Halloween. You and Mandy will be there for each one of them, of course, but she will not be your date as she'll be too busy acting as decoration and entertainment. That's the second part of her punishment for defying me just now in my office by siding with you. Your punishment will be taking one of my girls as your date. You'll get to enjoy yourself all you want, rub elbows with the elite our country has to offer and all that, but the entire time you're going to stay where you can watch your wife get fondled and fucked by whatever one of my guests, male or female, happens to walk by. And you won't make any attempt to talk with her or stop what's happening to her." he said while Brent bristled with anger.

The maids came back with the drinks, one each serving Mister Falcon and Brent. Falcon then waved them off after they had their drinks in hand, Brent looking at his dubiously. Falcon laughed. "Relax, if I wanted to kill you I'd just do it with a gun and then have your body dropped into the Gulf. Poison is lowbrow and beneath me. Besides, it's more fun to torture you like this."

"Gee, thanks," Brent replied as sarcastically and bitterly before he slugged down the alcohol.

"Ah, don't get too bent out of shape. I like you. You stood up to me. That takes balls and I respect that." Falcon said, raising his glass in a salute to him. "I don't get too many people who have the nerve to walk into my own office with the intention of kicking my teeth in. You fight for your woman, and that's admirable. Most husbands just cave at the first hint of threatening and become dickless little cucks who couldn't stand up to a boy scout troop. The other half just divorce their wives and wash their hands of the 'betrayal'." He smiled at Falcon. "You'll soon come to realize what true power is. It isn't money or who your family is. It's who you know and what you know about them to get them to do what you want."

Falcon took a quick drink and then quickly pointed up at the widescreen. "Mmh!" he grunted as he swallowed fast to speak. "Hey, she's coming out onto stage now; you wife. Catholic schoolgirl outfit there to the left with the white eye mask on. Don't worry, all my girls that dance downstairs has masks on, so she won't be recognized or picked out of a crowd. Have you seen her dance yet? No, of course you haven't. You're a good Christian boy and don't watch that sort of thing, aren't you? You're in for a treat."

As much as he didn't want to watch his wife debase herself on stage, Brent couldn't help but watch. He owed it to her as she was doing this for him and his family. He took another drink as she started to dance and couldn't help but wonder just how much of her past did he not know about.

*

Britney Spear's old smash hit, Baby One More Time, blared out and Mandy strutted out onto the stage as if she'd never left. Wanting to put on a good performance in order to satisfy Mister Falcon and keep Brent safe, she put on a dazzling smile and got to work on the center stage pole. Wearing the schoolgirl outfit that was provided for her, Mandy played up the part in time with the music. Her instructions were clear from Mister Falcon's chief of staff; she was to dance on the stages only tonight. There were to be no one-on-one private lap dances for her, which was a relief.

Mandy lost the tied blouse first, showing off the white bra underneath to the hoots and howls of the men watching her in the audience. She gyrated up and down the pole and even did a few swings to get back into practice. Then she climbed the pole, hooked her legs around it, and inverted herself before taking off her bra and letting it fall to the stage. The crowd went nuts as she slowly lowered herself back down to the stage, planting her hands down on it when she reached the floor. Then she did a half-cartwheel to right herself, coming down into the perfect splits.

She then spun on the stage and waved her long legs in the air as if she were in a king-fu movie. At the same time, she hooked the waistband of the skirt and let her movements take it up her legs. When she righted herself again, the skirt was off and she was doing the splits again wearing nothing more than her white lace panties. Mandy then gyrated her body up and down off of the floor as if she were dry humping it before standing up, turning towards the pole, crossing her legs, and bending over. Then she hooked her panties and brought them down to her ankles before coming straight back up with a 'oops' expression on her face complete with her hand up to her mouth in mock shock.

Now that she was naked save for the collar and white eye-mask, Mandy made her way up and down the stage, shaking her ass and waggling her tits for the ravenous audience. By the time the song ended, she blew them all a kiss, collected the costume and the one dollar bills that were thrown, and headed off stage with a shy smile and a wave.

The crowd ate it up and was begging for more.

Mandy gave the money to the head mistress and went to go get into her second costume for the next performance.

*

Upstairs, Brent wasn't aware that his mouth was hanging open and that he was gaping at the widescreen where his wife had just left the stage until Falcon had laughed and pointed it out. It wasn't all that he pointed out as he mentioned that he was sporting one helluva hard-on too. Brent couldn't help it. He looked down and realized just how uncomfortable his hardness was inside of his pants.

"You need relief after watching that. Who could blame you?" Falcon said. "Carla!" He called over to one of the two maids. The simple looking strawberry blonde hurried over. Falcon motioned over to Brent. "Take care of that for him."

"Yes, Master," Carla said at once before rushing over to Brent.

"That's okay, really..." Brent protested. "There's no need for her to do that."

"If you don't, I'll just whip her all night long for displeasing you," Falcon said in a dangerous tone while giving Brent a pointed look. "And I'll do it while you're watching your wife get gang banged by five random audience members onstage. She won't get pregnant thanks to her pills, but what are the odds that at least one of them will have an STD? I don't screen out the masses like I do my very select clientele. Now fuck Carla or you both will suffer."

"Christ..." Brent muttered as he reluctantly motioned for Carla to do her thing. She gave him a pitying, but grateful, look and mouthed the words 'I'm Sorry' to him as she knelt in front of him and started undoing his pants. He gave her a pained look and nodded to her. She was as much a victim in this as he and his wife were.

His cock sprang out, now harder than ever now that the prospect of fucking another woman was a certainty. He'd read somewhere that infidelity actually increased libido. Something about competition or something like that. Brent felt that the theory was standing up to the test as he was fixated on Carla's sweet, girl-next-door face looked up at him before her hot mouth descended on his cock. "Holy fuck..." he gurgled as she sucked him hard while staring up into his eyes.

"Enjoying the sweet taste of forbidden fruit over there, Brent my boy?" Falcon asked with a smile. Brent glanced over to see that the other maid, a petite ebony girl, was curled up on his lap with his hand up under her skirt. The look of bliss on her face told Brent exactly where Falcon's had was at and what it was doing.

Brent looked back at Carla, who was still staring up at him submissively. He watched her, transfixed on the fact that another woman was giving him a blowjob. He felt like a heel. He felt like a cad. He felt like a dirty sinner and he felt guilty. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel good. His breathing became ragged and husky as he felt his cock threatening to explode. He shouldn't feel like this with another woman. Hell, he shouldn't even be enjoying the fact that his wife is downstairs performing for other men. But dammit, it was erotic as all get out and he wanted more!
"I'm gonna blow..." he croaked in warning to her. But Carla just continued on. "Goddammit... I'm gonna cum!" he said, now trying to get her to stop. That just made her suck on him even harder and faster. "Oooohhhh Gooodddd!" Brent clutched the armrests of his lounge chair and arched his back. Unable to contain himself any longer, his cock spewed forth its thick, white cream into her mouth. Carla went down hard on him, deep throating him all the way to his hilt, expertly sucking and swallowing him while he came. She stayed there until his cock went still in her mouth, pulling away once she was satisfied that she'd swallowed every single drop.

"Daaaaaammmmmmnnn..." Brent moaned as he sank into the lounger. Carla took him into hand and started stroking his cock back to life while gently suckling on its head while Brent just stared off towards the flatscreen, watching more of what was going on downstairs. By the time Mandy was back on stage, Carla was up in his lap riding his cock while Falcon watched on with glee.

***

CHAPTER 4: The First Masquerade


"So, who is Mister Falcon having you take to the party tonight?" Mandy asked as they both dressed and got ready for the evening.

"Carla," Brent said sullenly. "The maid that he had me have sex with while watching you." After Mandy was done with her punishment shift in the nightclub, Brent had walked out to the car with her and confessed to everything that he'd done with Carla up in Mister Falcon's private lounge. He even told her about their joint punishment. "Dear God above..." Brent said now, looking up in exasperation. This morning had been hell enough as he scrambled to cover for Mandy. Both the family and the church wanted answers for her Birth Control pills since they were supposed to be trying to have a baby. He managed to bullshit his way through it saying that the pills made her more 'regular' on her cycle which, in turn, made it easier to predict ovulation and so they could plan that way to conceive. Much to his surprise, they bought it. Thank God for WebMD!

Brent shook his head and looked at his wife. "Now I know how you must've felt this past month... I didn't want to do it but he said that he'd get the audience to fuck you if I didn't. And then I was feeling guilty but then once I was doing it..."

"You enjoyed it." Mandy finished the sentence for him. He looked at her in surprise and she gave him a sad smile and a nod. "I know. It tears you up inside and eats away at your soul. You don't want to enjoy it but you wind up having an orgasm regardless." Mandy walked up and hugged him. Brent wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly. "Do you still love me?" she asked in a small voice.

"What? Of course I do! I am SO, so sorry for that comment last night and for ever doubting you, my dear!" Brent said with all the hurt and compassion that he felt, taking her hands into his and kissing them. "My God, can you ever forgive me for that?"

She smiled, looked up at him and stroked his face, and then kissed him lovingly. "Of course, honey. Can you forgive me for keeping all this from you?"

"There's nothing to forgive. He was blackmailing you."

Mandy hugged him again. "I love you."

"And I love you, my dear." Brent replied. "I swear to you that we'll beat this yet. I just need to figure out how."

"Well, until you do, we have a party to get to." Mandy said with a resigned sigh. Then she let out a rueful laugh. "Don't have TOO much fun with Carla. I want some of you tonight when we come home."

"I'm getting permission now?" Brent asked in a teasing manner.

"Might as well. We're both officially guilty of adultery now." Mandy shrugged. She then glanced at the time. "I should get going. What time will Carla be here to pick you up?"

"In about an hour, so I'll see you there," he said, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile before leaning in for a kiss.

She gave him a brave smile and kissed him tenderly. Then, before she could entertain a notion to defy Mister Falcon, she tore herself away from his embrace and headed down to the garage.

Brent watched her leave, feeling deflated, wondering what Falcon had in store for them both. All he had to do was wait so he went to his computer to start searching for any and all information on their mysterious 'owner'. He was ready to throw his computer against the wall in frustration when one of his maids came in and announced that his limo was here. "Thank you," he told her, standing and straightening his suit blazer before walking out the front doors.

Carla was in the back of the limo in a sexy, sultry black Egyptian styled corset and skirt complete with an ornately jeweled headdress. Her legs were bare save for the black sandals that laced all they way up her shapely calves to her knee. She smiled at him when he opened the door, presenting a box for him when he got into the seat next to her. "Mister Falcon says that you are to wear this tonight."

Brent looked at the box dubiously and then opened it as the driver closed the door, hurried around to his driver's seat, and then drove them away from the ranch. Inside was a blackened silver Egyptian Eye Mask complete with a crown on the top. On the temples were stenciled 'Mr. Hill'. "Who is Mister Hill?" he asked.

"You are," Carla said, taking a similar Eye Mask with a more feminine crown and putting it on. "Just as I am Missus Hill for tonight."

"That fucking bastard..." Brent swore as he saw the 'Mrs. Hill' stenciled on the side of her mask. "It's not enough that he's using my wife for his games, now he's replacing her?"

"It's how he does things..." Carla said with a twinge of sadness as she looked out the window.

He felt for her, certain that she was in a similar situation. "Does your, uh, husband know about all this?" He winced when he saw a pang of pain flash across her face when she slowly nodded. "I'm... I'm sorry for bringing it up... We, uh, don't have to do anything tonight that you don't want to do."

"But I have to," Carla replied bitterly, still staring out the window at the Texas countryside as it flashed by. "Mister Falcon commanded it specifically that I am to have sex with you at least one time tonight either at the party or afterwards."

Brent swore under his breath. "Let me guess: your husband will be there?" He winced when he saw a tear trickle down her cheek as she shook her head no.

"He divorced me," Carla's chest heaved as she choked back a sob. "I went into debt with Mister Falcon to pay off all of my husband's medical bills. When it came time to serve, my husband went off the deep end. Then, with his clean bill of health, he went off with the babysitter and took my son. I'm not allowed to see him until I can pay off my debt and sue my ex for custody... custody that I'd initially won. I even had a good job at the time as a Nurse and now I'm a glorified maid and hooker."

"How old is your son?"

"Five... he's starting... well, should have started... kindergarten this year." She wiped the tears away and looked at Brent, giving him a sad smile. "I'm happy that you and your wife are sticking though this. It's good to see that there's at least one man out there who'll step up and support the woman he loves."

"I swear to God that I'll find a way to help you if I can," Brent said. "You shouldn't have to do this and you shouldn't be kept away from your son like this."

Carla smiled through her tears, took his hand, and squeezed it. "I appreciate the sentiment. You're a nice guy and a man of God, I can see that. But Mister Falcon is both evil and ruthless. In his game, nice guys really do finish last."

*

After arriving at Mister Falcon's building in downtown Dallas, Mandy was hustled into a preparation area in the back of the night club. The club was open for the regular off-the-street customers with the girls who worked there legally for a paycheck. Mandy, and a host of other girls, were going to be the actual entertainment for the real party that was about to commence on the top floor.

As soon as she was in the prep area she was ordered to strip, take off her collar, remove her butt plug, and take a shower. She found it insulting as she'd taken one before leaving home but orders were orders. While she was lathering up, two men came into her shower stall wearing nothing but swim trunks. Mandy instinctively covered up her breasts with crossed arms and turned away from them but they merely walked into the spray with her, forcing her down to her knees under the water. "Come on, don't make this difficult for all of us, please?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, believe me, I'd rather be attending the party with my wife rather than doing this..." the other said, "Not that you're not pretty to look at, mind you."

Just by that alone Mandy got the impression that they were as much forced labor as she was.

She relented, allowing them to do what they needed to. The first one reached in front of her and furiously started to finger her, "Sorry I have to do this," he mumbled as he alternated fucking her hard with his hand and slapping at her abdomen right where her bladder was at. Mandy screamed out in pain and discomfort as he forced her to cum so hard and fast that she lost control of her bladder. She covered her face into her hands in shame and cried at peeing in the shower in front of them.

Then the second man bent her forward and shoved something up her ass. She realized in horror that she was being given an enema to 'thoroughly clean her out' as he told her as he did it. Her eyes bugged out as she felt her bowels fill up to the point that she thought that she'd burst. Then he pulled it out to allow them to empty. That made Mandy want to curl up and die. But after they were done, they apologized again for having to do that and moved on to the next girl in the next stall over while Mandy cleaned herself off all over again.

It was then on to the next room where she was dried off and her hair blown dry. While her hair was taken care of, two men applied gold body paint to her from head to toe, putting shimmering gold paint to over her nipples and areolae to make them stand out more. They looked just as uncomfortable as the men in the shower were as they did their job. They did their job well as she felt totally relaxed from where they rubbed the paint into her skin. After that, it was into the next room where two more men were waiting for her next to a huge plush pillow with a large pole coming out of the center. The pole had two loops on one side about halfway up and another pole on the other side close to the pillow, that had two dildos covered with condoms sticking upwards.

Mandy was told to kneel on the pillow over the dildos, placing her legs into manacles that were cleverly hidden within the pillow. The men then lowered her down onto them and she squirmed uncomfortably as she was simultaneously penetrated up both holes, making her gasp. Then she her wrists were pulled behind her and manacled into place inside of the two loops while her legs were shackled at the calves and ankles. Her back was arched and her breasts jutted out for all to see. Another collar, gold in color, was placed around her neck and latched to the top of the pole.

Then came the spider ring gag. They placed it into her mouth and it kept it forced open. Then one of them showed her a gold latex hood that they pulled her hair through an opening in the top before putting it over her head. She was now totally blinded as they locked the hood into place. She was then gagged as a plug gag was fitted into her mouth through the hole in the hood and her ring gag. After all that, then she felt one of them braiding her hair into a top knot before they left her alone.

It was then some time kneeling there, totally helpless, before someone came back. Mandy felt herself being lifted up, as if she were a statute on a table. She was then put back down and she heard the rolling of wheels that came with the sensation of being pushed on a cart. There was a ding of an elevator when they paused and she felt the cart bump a bit as they crossed the elevator threshold. She groaned as the bumping jarred the whole thing, moving the dildos inside of her. There was another moan as she heard another cart entering the elevator as well.

Another ding and then the sensation of upward movement. They had to be heading up to the penthouse now. The elevator car jarred to a halt at the top and dinged, making both Mandy and whoever the other girl was both moan again with the dildos inside them being disturbed. They were wheeled out and made a few twists and turns until coming to a halt.

"Oh yes, Mandy and Jennifer!" She heard Mister Falcon saying, "I want those two right here in the main thoroughfare so that their husbands will get a good look at them." Mandy was pushed over to wherever it was that Mister Falcon dictated before being lifted up again and set on the floor. "Ah yes, these two are quite the lovely pair. So similar in body type that you'd almost swear that they were sisters." Mandy swore that he was leering at them even though she couldn't see anything through her latex mask. "We only have a few more to bring up? Yes? Snap to it then! The guests will be arriving shortly!"

His voice trailed off leaving Mandy alone in her thoughts to await the start of the party. Her earlier sentiment to Brent came back to haunt her. He'd see her at the party, all right, but she wouldn't. Would he even recognize her?

*

"Welcome and Good Evening to you all!" Falcon proclaimed from the small stage that had been setup in the entryway to his penthouse suite. "Tonight, we begin our Month of Halloween with an ancient myth. In Egyptian mythology, Isis searched for her husband, Osiris after he passed into the afterlife. For three days, she supposedly searched for him with the help of other deities so that she could conceive a son with him. So great was her sorrow that her tears filled the Nile. Tonight, ladies and gents, we pay tribute to this myth with our Egyptian theme. Their religion stated that their path through the underworld was lit by candles and since the soul survives in the body they need nourishment which is why food, water, and wine was left by their burial grounds."

Falcon smiled at them. "Tonight, as you partake of the party, please light a candle near your favorite living statues," he gestured behind him. The lights came up in the penthouse and the patrons could all see various naked women who were bound to poles with golden latex hoods over their heads. "And don't forget to give them a morsel or two along with a drink of wine as they'll need it tonight." He then gave a sly wink to the crowd. "As usual; guests are encouraged to play with the statues to their heart's content. So, enjoy tonight as we celebrate the Egyptian cycle of death and rebirth!"

"Well..." Brent let out a long, slow breath, "that explains the Egyptian themed mask now that you gave me," He quipped to Carla as they followed the throng of people in. His eyes were already darting amongst the living statues in their various bondage poses. Each woman had Egyptian sarcophagus faces painted on their golden hoods. As they walked arm-in-arm past the first set of women; a redhead and a blonde that flanked the entryway, he noticed that there was a plug in each of their mouths. Curious, he stepped up to the blonde and gingerly pulled at the plug and discovered that it was a plug-gag that fit into a ring gag keeping their mouths open.

"Mister Hill!" Falcon proclaimed as he walked up. "I see that you're already examining the merchandise." He wagged a knowing finger at him while grinning broadly. "I knew that there was potential in you. So what are you waiting for, whip it out and get a blowjob already!"

"Are you serious?" Brent blanched. But then he looked further into the penthouse and saw that there were two brunettes who already had two men in suits driving their cocks down their forced open throats. He couldn't help but wonder if Mandy was one of them.

"Absolutely! That's what they're here for." Falcon leaned in to whisper to him. "And if you don't, I'll see to it that your wife is unmasked and gangbanged before you all leave tonight. A businessman with your political aspirations won't even be able to get a job as a county clerk after that. These are some of the most powerful men in the country. You can be one, too. All I have to do is introduce to you better people than even your father knows and you taking over and keeping his seat when he retires will be secure. Think about it." Falcon said softly, all the while smiling at him."

"Mister Hill..." Brent said, the light dawning in his mind as he rolled the name around... "The pseudonym you gave me... For Capitol Hill... where I want to be eventually."

Falcon's smile broadened and he clapped Brent on the shoulder like a proud teacher whose star pupil just displayed a flash of brilliance. "Like I said; you have potential since you're a smart boy who can adapt. Think about it." He then looked at Carla. "Be a dear and help him out. First timers are always nervous." With one more clap on the shoulder, he departed and disappeared into the crowd.

Brent shook his head in disgust while Carla merely unzipped his slacks and reached inside past his boxers to stroke his cock. His head whipped around to look at her. "Done this before?"

She nodded. "Both as an escort and as a statue," she confirmed, nodding to the bound blonde in front of them. Carla moved behind Brent as she continued to stroke him to hardness inside of his slacks before gingerly bringing it out and pointing it at the blonde's waiting mouth. Then she bumped her hips forward into his butt, moving him forward. "I know that you don't want to do this, which is sweet, but if you don't he'll not only punish you, but your wife, me, and this girl here."

Relenting, Brent moved forward, leaning over. "I'm sorry I have to do this," he told her in a whisper. "My name is Brent and Mister Falcon is forcing my wife to do this as well and will punish her further if I don't get a blowjob from you."

"Issss Ooay..." the girl managed to get out despite her mouth being kept open by her ring gag. Her tongue flicked out and curled back in what Brent assumed was a 'come here' manner.

Taking a deep breath, Brent straightened up and slid his cock into the blonde's mouth. The blonde hummed in pleasure as she then started to suck on him nice and hard to the point that Brent swore again, this time in passion. Carla's hand stayed at his crotch, fondling his balls and occasionally stroking his cock while her other hand came up around his chest to tweak a nipple through his shirt. "Relax," she said into his ear. "This really is the only way to blend in around here so that no one will really know you. Besides, you endeared yourself to her by admitting your name and asking permission first."

He looked around again and realized that she was right. There was no way for him to tell one person from another. Other girls seemed to be just going through the motions while his girl was actively sucking him off. A wave of pleasure suddenly hit him as the blonde sucked on him hard once again. His balls twitched in Carla's hand and he blew his load down the blonde's throat. She started swallowing at once until he was totally spent. He hated to admit it, but it felt really good. His head swam from the eroticism of the moment and he dizzily stepped back and stuffed his cock back into his pants while Carla picked up a nearby bottle of wine and gave the blonde a swig. Then Carla gave her a peck on the lips and put the plug back into her mouth.

She then put her arm through Brent's and smiled. "Come, we must mingle," she said with a brave, masked smile of her own. "The night is nowhere close to being over."


***

CHAPTER 5: The Party Continues
Mandy was in hell. Her manacled legs and wrists wouldn't allow her to lift up far enough on the dildos to get any kind of movement inside of her. She twisted, turned, and even flexed her kegels but was unable to find release. Already tonight her body had been molested by at least ten people and she'd given blowjobs to four of them. Wax had been dribbled and poured over her breasts, encasing them in places. One man had even dipped her nipples into the hot wax to cover them up. It kept them perked up but at the same time dulled them so that anyone playing with them wouldn't get her off.

After a while she gave up, moaning in dismay at her inability to climax. She hoped that Brent would still be up for getting her off later tonight back home. As the party progressed, less and less people came by as they got over their initial infatuation of a host of naked women and focused on those they preferred.

She felt the presence of another couple standing nearby between her and Jennifer. Her head perked up as she thought she heard a familiar voice. Who was that?


*


When Brent stopped between the two beautiful brunettes that were middle of the penthouse, he caught a look of concern from Mister Falcon. Falcon wasn't hard to miss as he was the only one at the party not wearing a mask. Aha! Brent thought. He'd been spending most of the party trying to figure out which one was his wife. Mandy is one of these two. He prided himself on reading people and now that he was getting used to this, he was reading Falcon's body language like a book. "Carla," he said as an aside to his escort, "he said that the guests were free to play with any of the statues that they wanted, right?" he asked as he looked them over. Both of them were whining, moaning, and gyrating in an obvious attempt to get off but their bonds made it so that they couldn't lift too far off of the dildos inside of them.

"Well, yes," Carla confirmed, confused. "But why... oh..." it hit her as she looked at who they were in front of. "You think she's one of these two?" she leaned in and asked at a whisper.

"Judging by the murderous look I'm getting from our 'benefactor' here," he grinned, "yes." Brent locked eyes with Falcon, who was looking both angry and curious as to what Brent was up to. Brent made a show of examining both girls as if he couldn't decide which one he wanted to try. In reality he was looking for one single thing.

He found it. Faint underneath of the gold body paint was the hint of a birthmark just under the woman's left buttocks where it met the thigh. Bingo... he thought as he straightened up a bit. He then gave a sly smile to Falcon as he placed his hands on her and leaned in to the woman's ear. "Mandy..." he said softly.

*

Mandy tensed up when she heard her name spoken by her husband's voice. He found me! Her mind squeaked with alarm. Oh dear God! What does he think of me of what I've been doing with all of these men?

She was in a near panic until she felt his hands on her body, cupping her breast and sliding down to cover her sex, massaging it just right. His thumb on her breast gently peeled off some of the wax that had been dribbled on it by others. It felt good as contained skin was released once again, especially her wax-encased nipples. Oh Gooood... she thought as she let out a moan. If he keeps doing this... I'm gonna... She'd been on the edge for a good part of the party but never able to climax. Now her husband was fingering her clit the way she liked it while groping her chest.

Brent's voice then spoke into her ear in a commanding tone that she'd never heard him do before. "Cum for me, baby," he said as he fingered her hard.

Her body exploded, shaking violently in her bonds. When it was over, she hung limply off of her pole, totally spent and mind-numb. Oh thank you, sweetie! She managed to think through the haze. I hope Carla takes good care of you for that...


*

Brent smiled as he watched his wife get off and then go limp. He kissed her on top of her latex covered head and gave her a reassuring pat. Then he straightened up, looked straight at Mister Falcon, and gave him the middle finger.

Falcon's pissed look then turned to that of begrudging admiration as he had no choice but to smile and lift his glass of wine in salute to Brent's audacity and defiance. He excused himself from the group of men he'd been talking to and made his way over to Brent. "That was against the rules, you know."

"You never said that I couldn't touch my wife. You just said that I had to be in the area so that I could watch her get accosted by others. You never said that I wasn't allowed to partake." Brent said with a sickly-sweet smile. "In fact, you told us when the party started that we were to enjoy your living statues," he added with an innocent tone.

"Heh, heh, heh..." Falcon wagged a knowing finger at him. "Touché. Rules as written, not as intended, huh?"

"Dad always said to follow the letter of the law, if not the spirit."

"HA!" Falcon laughed and draped a friendly arm over Brent's shoulders. "Ain't that the truth. However, you did displease me and that cannot go unnoticed. Oh don't worry, you outfoxed me on this one so it will be light. You're dismissed from the party. Carla, take him home and fuck him in his own bed."

"What about my wife?" Brent challenged him. "She's in no condition to drive home herself later with all of the wine that's been forced down her gullet."

"Which is why one of my drivers will take her home to you. They've already taken your car back. What do you think that they've been doing all this time during the party?" He laughed at Brent's uncertainty. "Relax! I'm not a monster despite what you may think of me. Now get out of here, both of you, before I change my mind."

*

"That was a beautiful and noble thing that you did for your wife," Carla told Brent when they were back in the limo heading back to his ranch. "Having been in her position before, I know how difficult it is to cum. Being teased and tormented all night like that is hard especially when you can't fuck yourself on the rods."

"I kinda figured that the way a lot of them were moaning and whining," Brent said absently as he watched out the window, his mask now discarded onto the floor of the limo. It was dark now and he was thankful that many of his staff would be in bed when they arrived. The last thing he needed was to explain why he was brining another woman home with him. "How much longer until the party is over?"

"An hour at the very least. Possibly two... depending." Carla sighed. "Anything over that and the girls will start trying out, falling asleep, and possibly soiling themselves. Not at all anything anyone wants to see. Mister Falcon may be a lot of things but he does see to the care of everyone afterwards. Your wife will be given a massage since her arms and legs will be stiff from maintaining that position for a while before being driven home."

"That's good, at least..." Brent muttered. He then looked at her when she took his hand and gave it a squeeze. She was smiling at him. "Look," he said to her, "I know what Falcon ordered us to do, but we don't have to do it. We can just say that we did."

"He'd see right through it... me at least," she admitted. "I tried it once and he punished me for an entire day for it. Besides, after what you did for your wife and for standing up to Mister Falcon like that, I want to." Carla slid down to the floor to kneel in front of him. She then opened up his slacks and pulled his cock out. It was already hard, which didn't surprise her. Brent was a noble man and hadn't touched anyone after that blonde that Mister Falcon ordered him to... at least, he hadn't touched anyone until his wife that is.

She kissed the head of his cock and then took him into her mouth, gently suckling off of it. Brent groaned and sank back into the cushions of the limo seat as her mouth worked on him. Carla was expert enough to keep it going until they pulled into the driveway at his ranch. By the time they got to the master bedroom, Brent was bending her over the side of the bed, ready to take her. "Yes," she let out a husky breath as she pulled the skirt of her costume up and over her hips to show him her bare bottom.

"I thought that I felt a plug in you when I was having sex with you last night in the lounge," Brent noted, looking at the pink gem that poked out from her cleft.

"All of us women who are indentured to Mister Falcon have to wear one." Carla confirmed as she reached behind her to grab her bottom and spread her cheeks for him. She gasped with pleasure as he penetrated her a moment later. "OH GOD! YES!" she cried out, burying her face into the covers to muffle her voice. She'd done this enough times to know how to disguise her voice so that others wouldn't be any wiser, especially with wealthy clients like Brent.

His hands slid up her body to grab the top of her costume to pull down. He then groped her left breast while planting his right hand on her hip. Carla covered his hand with hers while using her other for leverage against the bed. Brent squeezed her tit while pounding her from behind, feeling both his cock and the plug inside of her move. He then tried to slow things down as he felt close to the edge. Carla must've sensed it as she then used the hand that was propping herself up to finger herself. "Cum inside of me," she moaned. "Now! Please!"

Brent let loose a torrent of semen inside of her and she came along with him. His hands dug into her flesh while she buried her face into a nearby pillow and screamed her ecstasy. Brent grunted long and loud as his cock throbbed and pumped harder than it ever had before. More so than he had with his wife and that made him feel a bit guilty. But once he was done he collapsed on top of her. They both stood there, panting and draped over the side of the bed covered in a sheen of sweat until he finally slid out of her. He then sank to the floor and sat back against the side of the bed. Carla joined him, sitting next to him. "Damn..." he breathed.

"Yeah..." she agreed, laying her head on his shoulder. "I haven't cum that hard in a long time. Thank you..."

"Uhhh... You're welcome..." he said, not sure what else to say.

*

Mandy could barely walk. Once the last client had left the party, the legion of men who were working the party sprang into immediate action lifting girls onto dollys and carting them to the service elevator where they were taken back downstairs. There, they were removed from their bondage pedestals and immediately put into an open shower stall for them to wash the paint off of their bodies and relieve themselves once again. Mandy's legs were so stiff that she couldn't do it. So, the two men who'd made her relieve herself at the start did it again and then they washed her down from head to toe.

She was dragged over to a massage table where another two men then gave her a thorough rub down from the small of her back down to her ankles. It felt good and Mandy moaned in pleasure. Once they were done, they helped her into her clothes, got her plug back up her ass and her collar back on her neck, and got her into a waiting limo. She laid herself out on the back seat, body throbbing from exhaustion. After driving for some time, she heard the driver call someone. When the limo stopped, the door flew open and a robe was thrown over her body as someone yanked her out and then picked her up. The limo door slammed and then a house door slammed. It took her a moment to realize that she was now home. "Brent?" she asked, weakly.

"I got ya, babe," Brent whispered into her ear as he hustled her up the grand staircase to their room.

"Brent..." Mandy sighed with contentment as she snuggled into his arms.

Ahead of him, Carla was waiting with the door to the room open. She closed it the moment they were inside. "Help me get her clothes off, please," he asked her as he laid Mandy down and opened up the robe he'd put her into. Carla was by his side at once, taking Mandy's shoes while Brent got her dress off. Carla was undoing the front clasp of Mandy's strapless bra when Mandy's hand shot up, grabbed her wrist, and guided Carla's hand down to her mound. "Do me... Please..."

Brent paused as he was in the process of turning back to his wife. Him and Carla locked eyes. He could see that Carla was hesitant. "Uhhh... Isn't lesbianism a sin with you two?" she asked.

He couldn't help but snort in amusement. "I don't think that she realizes it's you," he noted, watching Mandy subconsciously gyrate her hips up into Carla's hand. "And from the looks of it, I don't think that she cares right now." He bobbed his head left and right. "I gotta admit, this does turn me on; seeing you two like this." Both he and Carla were in bath robes, having finished their interlude a half hour ago.

"Won't your church have an issue with this, though?" Carla asked, still not daring to move. "I mean I have no problem with this, I'm bi. I'm just worried about you two."

Brent shrugged and looked up to the heavens in mock exasperation. "What more can they do to me if they find this out? I'm guilty of sexual relations with two other women other than my wife tonight alone. Hell, that handjob-slash-blowjob at the party could count as a threesome already. So.... in for a penny, in for a pound, as the saying goes." he nodded to her as he shucked his robe off. "Go ahead, we'll see what the Missus says tomorrow when she's more coherent.

Carla shared his rueful smile and then leaned over to gently kiss her pubis. Then she left a trail of fluttering kisses up Mandy's body. Mandy hummed and gyrated her hips more as Carla expertly fingered her. Brent was getting hard watching Carla service his wife. Carla shrugged out of her robe as she crawled onto the bed in between Mandy's open legs. Brent watched in fascination as Carla lowered her mound onto Mandy's and began to dry hump her. Huh... So that's how they do it in real life... he mentally noted. He'd snuck porn movies and magazines when he was a teenager and was guilty of his fair share of porn in college. It made him feel dirty and unclean afterwards but he got such a thrill off of it.

Mandy's arms came up to absently caress Carla's sides before gripping her biceps as Carla's mouth descended upon hers. Their breasts pushed together as they made out and slowly fucked. Brent's cock went as hard as he'd ever felt in his life, especially watching their bodies move both with those jeweled plugs up their asses. Carla saw him stroking his cock as he watched, smiled, and motioned for him to join them on the bed. He climbed up and she gently took him by his hardness, and guided him behind her and motioned for him to take her. "Do me first, and then take her." she whispered.

Nodding his understandment, Brent took his cock in hand as Carla released him to go back to making out with Mandy. His hand shook slightly as he realized that he was about to fulfill a dirty fantasy of his since... well... puberty. He pushed up into Carla's still wet sex and grabbed her hips and started to pump into her.

"No," Carla said, putting a hand back on his hip. "Let me do all the work, please," she asked him, gasping with pleasure. She then took his hand off of her left hip to guide it up her body to her breast and then downward to Mandy's. All the while, she rotated her hips back and forth, simultaneously fucking Brent's cock while rubbing her mound down onto Mandy's

As far as Brent was concerned, he could be damned to hell tomorrow for he was in heaven tonight. He watched as the girls went at it. He felt Carla's plug move inside of her ass while it pressed down onto his cock through the vaginal wall. Her pussy clenched and released his cock as she fucked them both at the same time. While she was French kissing Mandy, Carla let out a little whimper and then a gasping "OH!" as she came hard. Her pussy clenched Brent's cock hard and it took every fiber of his being not to blow too early.

"Now her," Carla moaned as she was jerking her hips hard into Mandy's. Mandy was moaning and writhing with pleasure underneath of her. Brent pulled out of Carla and plunged his cock down into Mandy. Mandy arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. Carla moved from their lip lock to start nibbling on the side of Mandy's neck. Her hands came up to move Brent's hand aside so she cup the sides of Mandy's tits, thumbs flicking at her nipples.

"Yes... Yes... Yes..." Mandy mewed underneath of them. A moment later her body started to jerk and shudder as the orgasm ripped through her. "OH GOD!" she cried out, arms splaying out wide to grip the bedsheets. Her pussy clamped down onto Brent's cock like a vice and he was unable to hold it in any longer. His cock exploded deep into her as he joined her in the climax.

"FUCK ME!" Brent cried out as the orgasm made the ones he had earlier in the evening pale by comparison. His hands hand traveled up to grip Carla's tits while his cock pumped in and out of Mandy's pussy. "HO-LY FUCK..." he breathed as his own body trembled from head to toe. It was the best orgasm ever.

When the three of them collapsed, spent, Mandy nestled in beside Brent and was out in an instant. Carla smiled sadly at them and went to leave when Brent caught her hand. "You can stay here, if you want," he said.

She shook her head. "I don't want to impose..."

"Like I said; what more can they do to me if they find out?" Brent shared her wan smile. "So, there's no sense in you even trying to sneak down the halls to a guest room or try to get home tonight. Stay, we'll get you some clothes in the morning, and I'll make sure you make it back."

"Thank you," Carla said with tears welling up in her eyes, touched at his compassion. "Master." she added softly as she laid her head onto his other shoulder and fell asleep. She wasn't sure if he'd heard her as he was already out as well.

***
CHAPTER 6: Damage Control

"What is this that I hear that you had another woman in your bed with you last night along with your wife?" Brent's father, Congressman Donald, asked with a glare when they met for lunch and golf the next day. Donald looked around to make sure that no one was within earshot. It was relatively quiet for a Sunday afternoon at the course. Once he was sure, then he leaned in. "Look, boy, I don't mind you getting in your flings while you're young but can't you at least be a little bit more discreet about it? I mean, Jesus, we're good Christian folk and we run on the Conservative Religious ticket. If you're gonna take my place on retirement you're going to have to remember that."

Brent sighed, having anticipated this as there obviously was no privacy in his own home. Rumor traveled faster than the speed of light. But at the same time he wasn't entirely too guilty about it. "Can I level with you on something, dad?"

"You can tell me anything, son," Donald said with wariness and concern.

"We were blackmailed to do it."

Donald gave him a disbelieving, disdainful look. "You can do better than that."

"I'm serious, dad," Brent countered. "You know why I don't play poker? It's because I don't bluff."

"Can't bluff, you mean," his dad snorted.

"Whatever. The point is, this guy, a one Mister Falcon, blackmailed Mandy. When I confronted him he then blackmailed me. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't punish one or the both of us for me just telling you this."

"Okay..." Donald said slowly, "Lay it out for me." Brent gave him the rundown as they played and as he got into more details about his and Mandy's situation, Donald became more serious. Brent even went in to how Falcon blackmailed him by promising physical punishment on Mandy if he didn't sleep with Carla at home. When he was done, Donald was shaking his head. "I told you that godless jezebel would be trouble when you two met," he grumbled.
"Dad!" Brent snapped while at the same time observing course etiquette, scowling at him. "That's my wife you're talking about here! YOUR daughter-in-law. If I wanted a sermon, I'd talk to grandma."

"You should just cut your losses with her and be done with it," Donald grunted in a huff as he eyed his next shot and swung. "I can get a prenup done after-the-fact so that she..." his voice trailed off and he went wide-eyed at his son now storming from the golf cart with a nine iron in his hand.

Brent put the head of the club under his father's neck as if it were a knife edge. "How very fucking Christian of you, you damn hypocrite!" he hissed with venom. "Things get tough and you want to cut her loose? Well fuck, why the hell stop there? Why not cut me off as well?"

"Yer my boy!"

"So what if it were Bri that were getting blackmailed like Mandy is? Huh?" Brent asked, referencing his younger sister who'd just turned twenty-one. "Would you cut her off too?"

"Of course not! She's blood!"

"Why the fuck does it matter if Mandy's blood or not, then? All she wanted was to be accepted and adopted by a family. ANY family? What was it that Christ said? Come unto me all ye who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest?"

"The bible also says; Thou shalt not commit adultery." Donald glared back at him. "Ya missed that commandment in bible school?"

"It also says that you shall keep the Sabbath holy, yet I know that you like to work on the weekends as you're often going into your office when we're done with golf," Brent countered. "Now can I get the police to kill you for that sin or am I morally obligated to do it myself?" Donald opened up his mouth to counter but Brent kept on him. "When Rahab the Prostitute showed faith to Joshua and gave his spies shelter, did Joshua strike her down along with the rest of the city? Or how about when Mary Magdalene, also a prostitute, washed Christ's feet... WITH HER HAIR. Did Jesus say, 'be gone wench'? No! They were both taken in! So, you want to sit here, dad, on your high and mighty Christian horse and pass judgement on those doing what they can with what they got? You're a fucking hypocrite! Mandy and the others who are in her situation are EXACTLY the kind of people we should be helping, not turning away. To do so would make us no better than those Westboro freaks."

Donald stood there blinking at his son for a good long minute, even after Brent stalked back to the golf cart in disgust. Then he followed, sitting in the passenger seat while Brent drove them to where his next lie was at. This time Brent stormed over to his ball and whacked it as hard as it could, glaring at it as it flew and silently daring it to land anywhere other than the green. When he came back, Donald let out a long sigh. "Here's the problem, son," he said softly. "If this Mister Falcon is as well connected as he seems to be, then this is not going to be an easy fight for you." Brent glared at him and Donald held up his hands. "No, wait. You are correct. I am wrong and we should help Mandy. I'm sorry. I guess part of me always wondered if you two truly loved each other or if she was just marrying you for your money."

Brent nodded his thanks to his father's acknowledgement and apology. "I can't beat him, can I?" he asked after a long, drawn out sigh.

Shaking his head, Donald looked down the fairway of the course. "Not in the way we're used to. If you're going to beat him its going to be at his own game." He gave Brent a pointed look. "You're going to have to find his weakness and exploit the hell out of it."

"I'm open to suggestions."

"Well, for starters, he's got money and property. No one drops that kind of cash on six or seven years at Harvard without some kind of paper trail. So, follow the money and see where it leads you. If you find something substantial to get him on, come talk to me again and I'll see how I can help. I still have connections in the business world as well as the political world."

"Thanks, dad." Brent said. "Sorry for yelling at you."

"Ah," Donald waved it off, "That just proves that you have the chops to defend what's yours and your willingness to stand up for it. I'm proud of ya, boy. Truth be told; I'm glad you did. It makes me happy to know that my faith in you to take over my seat when I retire was justified.

*

"Alright people," Brent said to his assembled accountants the next morning. It was early on Monday and he got to work early just so that he could send the urgent email out to anyone who had even the slightest bit of accounting knowledge. Brent folded his hands and leaned forward onto the boardroom table. "I need the geekiest, nerdiest, dean's list motherfucker, who plays World of Warcraft in their parent's basement, and is a member of Anonymous just to impress a girl, accounting guru out of the whole lot of you. I want whoever would be a poster boy for the next remake of Revenge of the Nerds. Now," he smiled at them all. "Who among you fits that bill?"

Their heads all turned as one to a guy who definitely looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights. "Toby, isn't it?" Brent asked. He knew every name and every face in his company even if he never formally met them in person. The man, barely older than a boy from the looks of it, nodded as he looked around for help and then settled his gaze on his supreme boss. Brent smiled, snapped his fingers, and pointed at him. "My office, now."

"So, uh, you play WoW, sir?" Toby was asking five minutes later as he followed Brent into his office.

"No," Brent said, closing the door behind them and then going to his desk to sit. He gestured to a chair for Toby, who promptly sat down. "I'm more of a Call of Duty and ARMA guy myself." He studied Toby for a moment and then went into his pitch. "I have a problem that I need help on. This would be an independent project to do off of company time and I will pay you out of my own pocket," he said at once.

"Then shouldn't we be doing this off of company time, sir?" Toby asked.

Brent gestured to the clock. "Looks like break time to me. Why do you think that I called for the meeting right before it?" He smiled, glad that the question was asked. Toby had an attention to detail. That was good. "I have this individual who is giving me a problem. All I have is a bogus name, a building address, and a couple of possible company names to go off of. This man is powerful and well connected and if he knows that you're after him then he might try to blackmail you as well."

"Is that it, sir?" Toby snorted. "And here I thought that this was going to be hard. As Hardison said on Leverage; with a ten-digit number, I can find you on Mars." He took the paper that Brent slid across the desk from him that had the information on Falcon. Toby laughed. "Oh my God! He's using THAT as a name? This is too good!"

Brent arched his eyebrow. "You know who he is?"

"Joffrey Peregrine," Toby said at once. "The, uh... group that I am affiliated with... has had him on our radar for some time now. Falcon..." Toby chuckled. "You'd think a man of his intelligence and stature would be a bit more creative with a nickname." He then regarded his boss. "So what do you want with him? How'd you get mixed up in his business?"

"What I tell you goes no further than these walls or else I will fire you if word gets out. Got it?" Brent asked in a stern manner. Toby's eyes went wide and he nodded emphatically. "He's blackmailing my wife."

Toby winced. "Shit... if half the rumors are true... that's bad..."

"So you see why I want anything you can get me on him. Someone told me to follow the money. Can you do that?"

"Already have," Toby admitted. "Offshore bank accounts, Swiss bank accounts, gold bullion, you name it. Scum like this pops up on our radar all the time. But I'll do more digging for you, boss. No problem."

"Just be careful," Brent warned. "I don't want him to ruin your life."

"Pfft, what more can he do to me, sir?" Toby asked. "Like you said; I'm a gamer geek who lives with his parents while I pay off my student loans."

"Get me some leverage on him and I'll pay you enough to pay off your loans as well as a down payment on a new house."

"Deal!"

*

Mandy moaned in dismay when she saw who was calling her cell phone while at work on Wednesday. She closed the door to her office, drew the blinds closed, and then answered it. "Yes, Master?" she asked in a whisper.

"Be at my penthouse lounge at eleven o'clock," Mister Falcon said without preamble. "You are going to be my client's lunch date. Do not be late." Then the line went dead.

Hanging her head in shame, Mandy's hand went around her turtleneck to feel the collar underneath. When would this ever end so that she could take this damn thing off? Ever since Mister Falcon ordered her to wear the collar constantly, she'd taken to wearing a lot of high neck blouses and turtlenecks in order to hide it. Carla, who was now a constant guest at the ranch, helped her pick out outfits that would best hide it while still looking good. Mandy hit the speed dial for her husband on the cell phone. "What's up, babe?" he asked when he answered his.

"The aviary called, they have a problem with one of our birds," she said, using the cryptic message that they'd come up with as they both knew that Mister Falcon was becoming more brazen with his demands of Mandy's servitude. "The bird handler thinks that they're going to need two hours of my time."

"Take the rest of the day off," Brent said without hesitation. "I'll see you at home. Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie." She hung up, grabbed her purse and coat, and hustled out the door. Mandy didn't stop until she hit the parking lot and was in her car heading for downtown. Once there she was made to change into something more 'Stepford Wives'; a white button down dress that was low in the cleavage, sun hat, and her white mask. It'd be something that she'd wear any other time if she didn't have her collar on to wear. Now it stood out proud on her bare neck for all to see.

One of Mister Falcon's maids escorted her into the penthouse lounge. It wasn't the strip club stage that Brent had been in. This part of the lounge was a private corner restaurant-like area that had a good view of the Dallas skyline. Mister Falcon and the client were already seated in the corner table, engaged in conversation. "Ah, here she is," Falcon beamed, standing up and taking Mandy by the hand while dismissing the maid. "Mister Stone, this is Mandy, your date for the afternoon."

"Perfect," Mister Stone said, smiling up at Mandy with obvious approval. He stood up and took her delicate hand into his big beefy one, kissing the back of her knuckles. Stone was a portly man who looked like he could've been muscular back in his prime. His arms were those of who has seen time in a hard labor industry but time has caught up to his gut as he might be out of practice. Like her, he wore a mask. It was the common trend with clients and the servants, Mister Falcon had explained, so that they cannot identify one another out in public. More specifically, so that the girls couldn't identify their 'clients' and seek retribution.

Stone guided her over to a chair next to his, pulling it out for her and scooting her in like a perfect gentlemen. It just hit home for her how much Brent did the same thing for her and how it should be him here instead of this man. Stone and Falcon resumed their talks and Mandy tuned them out. It was another thing that Falcon ingrained into her; do not listen to business talk or else. It was again so that she couldn't use any information against his clients. So, she focused on watching the cityscape out the window. As the conversation continued, she became acutely aware of Mister Stone's hand on her knee right before it started sliding up and down her thigh. The intimate caressing made her squirm uncomfortably in her seat.

When the maids came out with their meal, and Mister Falcon was momentarily distracted, Stone reached a hand up and popped open two of the top buttons of her dress. The top opened up just slightly to reveal more of her chest. She looked down briefly and became painfully aware that both he and Mister Falcon would be able to see the slight curve and swells over her breasts. Smooth... Mandy had to concede as she looked back out the window to cover her embarrassed blush.

"Eat your food, dear," Stone casually commanded her as if she were married to him instead of Brent. Mandy reddened even more but still picked up a fork to poke at her meal that was set before her, her appetite long since gone. Stone used his left hand to eat with his own fork while his right hand was back on her thigh, hiking up the hem of her skirt as he stroked her thigh. It took every fiber of Mandy's being to remain in place and as still as a statue despite the electrodes tingling on her skin and coursing through her body.

Mister Falcon excused himself to make a quick phone call in regards to the business they were conducting and so Mister Stone took the opportunity to put his fork down and open up her dress by a couple more buttons. His left hand then slid underneath of the fabric to squeeze her right breast and pinch her nipple. While he was fondling her breast, his right hand lifted her skirt up enough so that he could drag a finger up her moistening sex. "Please..." Mandy whispered, "don't..." she pleaded with him.

"Shhhhh..." Stone chided her before leaning in and kissing her full on the lips. "Behave yourself, dear."

"I'm not your wife," Mandy whined, trying to squirm away. "Please don't talk to me like we're married..."

"You are my wife for this afternoon," he told her with a triumphant grin. He pulled his hand out of her dress and went back to eating. His right hand, however, stayed on her pussy, fingering her and squeezing her mound. Mandy hung her head in defeat. Brent had called it; They were going to force her to stay over. She was so glad inside that she wouldn't have to cover at her normal job.

Mister Falcon came back and they resumed talking. After a while, Stone wiped his hand clean on a napkin, stood up, and shook Falcon's hand. "Please stay and enjoy my lounge for the afternoon as a gesture of our new business arrangement," Falcon said to Stone. Then, with a parting, leering look at Mandy, Mister Falcon left with the host of serving maids in tow.

Stone waited for Falcon to leave before standing up and moving behind Mandy. She knew what was coming and didn't fight it. First, he took her sun hat off and tossed it aside. Then he reached down and unbuttoned her dress all the way down, parting it open to reveal her nude body underneath. Then he reached down and proceeded to maul her breasts. "These are a nice pair of globes you have," he said, rolling and pinching her nipples to make them stand out. "I'm going to have to bring you some sexy lingerie for them next time I'm in town. What are you, a small C?"

"Full B, Master," Mandy whimpered in defeat. He continued to play with her pert tits until he finally moved her chair around so that he could stand in front of her.

"Come on," he goaded her, "do your wifely duty," he gestured to his crotch. Mandy reached up and undid his belt, button, and zipper, pulling his slacks and briefs down a bit. His surprisingly large cock sprung out and she took it in both of her hands to stroke it before tentatively taking him into her mouth. She suckled on the head softly with her head slowly bobbing back and forth until she started to take more and more in.

Stone got impatient. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he growled as he finished taking off his blazer and dress shirt. Once he was bar from the waist up, he grabbed her head and shoved his cock all the way down her throat.

"UERK!" Mandy gagged, taken by surprise. Her eyes watered and bugged out by the suddenness of his massive cock going down her gullet. She flailed for a moment before recovering enough to suppress her gag reflex. His beer belly pressed into her face. She pushed back against him, desperate to get some air and some semblance of control back. This just seemed to excite him even more as he fucked her face while keeping his cock jammed into her mouth as far as he could get it.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled out. Mandy's chest heaved as she coughed and sputtered. Stone was then grabbing her by the hair and pulling her out of the chair. He stripped the dress off of her the rest of the way and plastered her up against the closest window. Mandy placed her hands against it and braced for the inevitable, closing her eyes and forcing her body to relax as much as possible.

Stone was inside of her a moment later, his hard cock spearing all the way up into her until he hit her cervix. The force of his thrust was so much that it hurt and she had to lift up onto the tips of her toes. The left side of her face and her breasts were pushed into the glass and she was sure that if anyone happened to be looking their way from any other building around them in downtown Dallas, they were getting a good view of her nude body. Stone placed his hand on the back of her neck to keep her pressed into the glass as his other hand grabbed her hip for leverage as he started to pound her. His pubis was pressing her plug into her in time with his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. "Oh God..." she croaked as she already felt the heat rising in her belly.

"That's right, wifey," Stone hissed into her ear, sounding triumphant at her already feeling her control slipping. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

What is wrong with me? Mandy wondered as all semblance of sanity and reality slipped away. Her body responded to his fucking as if it were a natural thing while her mind screamed that she shouldn't be feeling pleasure with another man like this. She wanted it to be Brent who was fucking her like this, not Mister Stone. But with his cock and her plug continually pushing into her body in perfect rhythm was quickly pushing her over the edge. "No..." she mewed as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to will it away.

She then felt a stinging slap on her right butt cheek as Mister Stone spanked her. "I said cum, slut!" he growled, spanking her again. His grip on her neck then shifted from pinning her from behind to snaking around the front of her body to choke her from the front. Mandy gasped and then gurgled as his grip constricted around her neck just slightly to give her more of that dominated and defeated feeling. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body shook and jerked in his grasp. The orgasm blew through her body, igniting every nerve ending she had, as she flopped like a dead fish in his arms. Her legs turned to water and if he hadn't been holding her up and fucking her, she would've been on the floor.

Mandy felt a wet, warm, pooling feeling in her loins and it took her a moment to realized that Mister Stone had cum inside of her. His seed gushed up into her, splashing her inner walls and seeping up into her womb and out her pussy. She felt the dripping on her inner thighs as his cock seemed to pump his semen into her endlessly. At that point, she really didn't care who it was as she rode out the orgasm to its fullest extent. When he was finished, he gave her a couple more hard, jerking thrusts before finally releasing her. She sank to the floor, her body leaving a smear of sweat on the glass as her body gave out.

"Crawl over here and give me a blowjob, wife," Stone commanded in a hard voice, returning to the table and sitting. "And then we'll start again when I'm nice and hard. This time you'll fuck me properly like a nice, submissive wife should. Displease me again, and I'll make sure you regret it."

"Yes... Master..." Mandy replied meekly as she managed to roll over to all fours and do as she was told.
*

Brent received a text message from Mister Falcon; Your wife is resisting the orders from her client. This constitutes non-compliance and you will be punished for it. Brent wondered what the hell that meant as Mandy was doing as she was told by meeting another one of Falcons damn clients. Then his phone flashed a picture message of Mandy tied up, spread eagled, to an X-beam cross, while being flogged by a man in a mask. This picture is going out to your church.

Thinking quickly, he shot a quick email to Toby, asking for one of Falcon's offshore accounts. It came back within a second and Brent texted back to Falcon; You do that and this account gets reported to the SEC, FBI, and Homeland Security. And he texted the account number. How many millions can you stand to lose right now?

You don't have the balls...

I don't bluff.

There was a pause in the texts and Brent took the opportunity to prep an email out to carry through with his threat. There was then a text message popping up from a few of the members of church demanding to know what the hell the x-rated picture was in their church emails was, and if it really was Mandy in the picture with a time stamp of right now. Brent pulled up his personal email and saw it but noticed that you couldn't tell it was his wife. He saw Mandy's name on it but you couldn't see enough of her face to be sure.

Brent responded to each saying that the church email had obviously been hacked and that couldn't possibly be Mandy since she was at work right now and he had people to vouch for her. It was partially true that she was working. He then lambasted them for gossiping and not verifying things first before accusing someone of ill repute.

Then he hit the send button on his email.

A text popped up from Mister Falcon: I'll call your bluff. You don't get to threaten me, boy.

Brent responded. Have fun talking with the Feds, asshole.

***
CHAPTER 7: The Second Masquerade

"So, how's your boy coming along with investigating Mister Falcon," Donald asked when he and Brent were safely out on the golf course Saturday morning for their weekly round. They've been playing more duos lately instead of doing foursomes so that they wouldn't have people overhearing them. "Because that little stunt on Wednesday did not go over well with everyone. I've been spending all week trying to calm people down."

"You and me both, dad," Brent said in a huff. He'd been reassuring people all week that the woman in the picture was not Mandy as you couldn't see her face, you couldn't see her birthmark, and there were people attesting that she was at work at the time the picture was supposedly taken. Eventually he got them all satisfied but he could only imagine the sideways looks they were going to get tomorrow at church. "My accountant has tracked down all of the offshore accounts and is still digging." He took a couple of practice swings and then chipped his ball up onto the green of the first hole. "Have you managed to find anything out on your end?"

"Only that he's well fucking connected, we're talking international connections here, and he charges a lot for just a night with one of the girls," Donald said as they grabbed putters and walked onto the green. "Ten Grand gets you an hour of time."

"Shit..." Brent whistled. "Six or seven hours of time and you'd have Mandy's bill paid off at Harvard. No wonder he's hesitant to let her go." He quickly did the math in his head. Over the first month when Mandy was keeping it a secret, she'd been with a so-called client for two hours apiece and she did it for both Friday and Saturday nights. That was about eighteen hours of time right there. Now you tack into the mid-day clients that Falcon was now forcing her to do. "He's already covered her bill twice over."

"And can continue to do so until he tires of her," Donald confirmed. "That's why you can't simply pay him off like you tried. He's not interested in a payoff because he'll lose a lot more money otherwise." He sighed and shook his head. "And if she's a favorite, she keeps his clients happy which, in turn, keeps them happy with him and so he can continue to operate." He gave Brent a pointed look. "You're going to have to get dirty on this one if you want to beat him."

"How can I do that and still protect the family name?" Brent asked. "And to keep this quiet to the church?"

"You got a step in the right direction, hiring your boy to do your dirty work. Keep up the public façade. Maintain an air of authority and a mask of calm. I'll keep the church off your back for you for now but you're going to have to wrap this up. Quick."

"I'm trying, dad. I... I just don't know what to do."

Donald took his shot, sinking it into the cup, before straightening up and looking his son in the eye. "The problem with blackmail is that its stuff that we want to keep hidden. The people who are doing the blackmailing hold the power because the victims want to keep it quiet."

Brent eyed him. "I'm getting mixed signals from you here, dad," he complained. "You want me to fix this problem quietly but at the same time you're telling me to bring things out into the light so that it has no power?"

"What I'm saying is that you need to know what all he holds over you and mitigate damages. That way you can tell him what he can go do with himself. That, or find something on him that he wants to keep quiet and use that against him," he explained as he waited for Brent to two putt his ball into the cup. "So, do you all have another one of those 'Mask Parties' tonight?"

"Yeah," Brent muttered as he retrieved the balls. "He backed off after we traded blows on Wednesday. He didn't think that I'd send one of his accounts to the Feds for investigation but once he saw that, he didn't call Mandy in for anything but still insisted that she serve tonight. It's the second week of October and he's continuing his masquerade party up until Halloween. Mandy's going to be there before I get there, again, so that Falcon can torture me some more."

"I still think that was a stroke of genius what you did last party to defy him." Donald chuckled. "That's definitely the line of thinking that'll get you outta this mess. Keep that up and this'll blow over in no time. The trading blows with him like you did on Wednesday, eh, not so much. You can't afford Mutually Assured Destruction tactics."

They went to the second hole and teed up in silence. After taking their shots and getting back into the cart to go chase them down, Brent spoke up again. "Is it wrong of me to be enjoying this just a little bit?"

"What do you mean?" Donald asked, pointing to where their shots landed. "I out shot you on the first hole and right now your ball is out further than mine, what's to enjoy?"

"No, not that, the whole thing with Mister Falcon," he held up a forestalling hand when his father's head whipped around and he gave Brent a murderous look. "I'm serious. Falcon has been having her sleep with other men and he's been having me sleep with other women just because we'd rather be sleeping with each other. I know that's why he's doing it. But, I confess, that I'm starting to like it. Carla's sweet and all and I really want to help her out with getting her son back."

"Yer committing adultery there, boy, it goes against one of the ten commandments. And you must remember that if you look at another woman lustfully you should pluck out yer eye."

"Yeah, but is it really adultery if you're being forced to do it? Anyway, besides that, how many wives and concubines did Solomon have? Or David? I mean hell, he outright murdered a guy and took his wife, for crying out loud. Or Abraham? Or Gideon? Jacob wanted Rachel and wound up getting Leah first because dad pulled the switcheroo on him. Then he wound up getting Rachel anyway. Then Leah turned around and gave him two handmaidens! Hell, even Moses had two wives and-"

"Bullshit! Moses did not have two wives!"

"Zipporah, as mentioned in Exodus, and another Cushite woman according to Numbers. Look it up!" Brent challenged him. "The point is, is it really a sin? I still love my wife. I still want to have children with her. I still sleep in the same bed with her. I'm not going to divorce her. So, I ask again, is it wrong for us to have sex with others if Godly men of the Bible have done far worse than what we have done?"

Donald opened up his mouth to come up with a counter and none came. "I... I don't know..." he admitted. "That debate is up to far better people than I am."

*

After Mandy was cleaned up and every orifice cleaned out, she was taken to the next room to be prepped for the party. She noted with morbid humor that she took it a lot better than she had last week and wondered if that meant she was already getting used to it. I hope not... she thought, shuddering at the thought of some of the other women around her who were going through the motions as if it were another day at the office.

This time the theme was latex full bodysuit costumes. She saw that the suits were done up as a variety of cartoon or cosplay characters from all genres. One girl who already had her Jessica Rabbit suit on was being led out on a leash, her steps halting and unsure. When Mandy got to the table that she was going to be prepped at, she saw the inside of the latex hood had no holes for the eyes just like the hoods were last week. I'm going to be totally blind inside of this thing once again... she noted.

When she saw what her character was going to be she couldn't contain herself. "Wow... really?"

The two men who were prepping her shrugged. "It's what Mister Falcon ordered." one of them said apologetically.

"Fine..." Mandy sighed with resignation, "I just want to get this over with." She let them put her feet into the heeled feet of the suit, noting the legs of the suit had actual thigh-high black leather boots sewn to the outside. They rolled the suit up her legs and then had her put her arms into it. Mandy saw that the skirt of the thing was leather as well while the latex 'skin' was flesh colored.

Off to her side, she saw Carla. "You're here too?" she blinked. "I thought that..."

Carla shook her head, clearly not happy to be being helped into her latex costume. "No dates are allowed for the men tonight. All the women are being dressed up." she said.

"I'm sorry..." Mandy said with sympathy.

"It's okay... I've done it before. Besides, I think they're putting me next to you so at least we can silently support each other."

"Well, I can't think of better company then," Mandy matched her sad smile.

The handlers paused when they had the suit rolled up halfway up Mandy' body. They each reached in around her to fondle her breasts to get her nipples hardened. Once they perked up, they took the clamps that were attached to the inside of the suit's torso to attach to her nipples. She grimaced in pain as her breasts were painfully pulled and stretched but that feeling was only temporary as they zipped up the back of the suit. She became aware that her suit's crotch, while open, form fitted over her mound and pussy. There's going to be sex tonight... she whined inside of her head. It wasn't going to be just blowjobs like last week was.

The fact that the slit in the suit between her legs went from clit all the way behind her to her ass, and that her plug had been taken again, meant that her ass was going to be available as well. She shuddered at that thought. It'd been a long time since she'd done anal and she had yet to do that with Brent.

As the suit was being rolled up and zipped up to her neck, one of the men put the ring gag on her and then did up her hair into a tight bun. She got one last look of Carla before the hood came over her face. The second man got her head all the way into the hood, pushing her bun through the top hole for it. Her bun was covered by the cowl and blonde wig that covered the latex hood. There's going to be no way that Brent figures out I'm in here tonight. She thought with dismay as the hood was zipped up behind her head and she was encased in darkness. The only other holes in the hood were two nose holes for her to breathe out of and the hole in her mouth that one of the men was putting the gag plug into.

Mandy felt a metal collar click into place around her neck before it was then tugged forward. Hands helped her stand up and then she was led on wobbly, uncertain feet towards the service elevator to start her next night of servitude as a living sex doll.

*

"During the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain," Mister Falcon said that evening at the start of the party to the assembled men, pronouncing the word 'Sow-in', "it was thought that the veil between the living and the dead thinned. And so feasts were held to honor the dead and for them to commune with the living. However, as time went on in the British Isles, it was believed that more malevolent spirts came through to possess the living. Bonfires would be lit to keep the devil away and costumes and masks were worn to confuse the spirits. Tonight, we honor these origins and traditions by having our women wearing the costumes and you men coming inside to 'possess' them." He said with a grin as he gestured into the penthouse.

There was a collective chuckle amongst the men, who all had eye masks and Scottish shirts, sash, and kilts on of varying colors. Brent's sash and kilt was black and he had nothing on under the kilt. He figured that it was for ease of access for sex tonight. As the lights came up inside of the penthouse floor, Brent saw that the women were all in latex body suits from head to toe and all of varying colors and designs. Hm... that explains why I wasn't given a date for tonight... he thought as he looked at one latex-clad woman who looked like Samus Aran, to another who looked like some kind of Anime character, to a third whose suit was dressed and painted to make her look like Princess Peach, to a fourth that made the girl look like a Hentai Japanese Schoolgirl. Each girl had a collar and chain around their necks and they were anchored to some form of bedding or cushioning. He saw one girl whose suit made her look like a cat and she was chained to a post next to a stack of cushions that she was kneeling on. He noticed that the latex masks were like the ones last week in that if someone wanted a blowjob, all they had to do was remove the plug in their mouths.

Brent missed whatever it was that Falcon said next as the men now started filing into the penthouse, each staking out a girl to fuck. Brent hung back as he wasn't too eager to get right down to it as he felt bad for the girls who were being made to fuck anyone who came along tonight. Falcon was next to him, clapping him hard on the shoulder as he smiled in that irritatingly 'Negan' way that Brent started associating him with. "That was an impressive display of defiance on Wednesday, my boy," he said, guiding Brent in. "I must say that I really didn't think that you had it in you but you sure did prove me wrong."

"Glad you enjoyed it," Brent commented dryly.

Falcon pulled Brent into a buddy-buddy hug. "Of course, you did cost me millions. Congratulations. No one had been able to do that in years. Now this constitutes penalty."

"Release photos and I'll release another one of your accounts," Brent said evenly.

"Nah, this is something better." Falcon said dismissively, waving it off with a swipe of his hand while beaming as he led Brent around with a purpose. "You see, in addition to your wife being in one of these costumes to be gang-banged tonight, I have a couple of people here that you know. You've taken a shine to Carla, right, inviting her to your bed and all?"

"Is there a point to this?" Brent snapped irritably, not surprised by this turn of events.

"You know how I'm keeping tabs of you at your home, right?"

Brent eyed him suspiciously. "Yeah, you have a spy or two there."

"In your employ, in fact." Falcon confirmed as they got to a latex clad girl laying on a twin bed who was done up like Jessica Rabbit. There was a small 'reserved' sign perched on her tits. "She's serving here tonight, of course, because I needed every girl on deck to recoup my losses," he explained. Brent looked at her and noticed that she started to shiver and shake, chest heaving. He was quite sure that he heard crying coming from under the mask. "Oh, she knows that you're going to be the first one fucking her tonight. I told her as much."

"Like hell I am," Brent scoffed, folding his arms in defiance.

"Let me rephrase," Falcon gave him an evil smile and a triumphant look. "You're fucking her right here, right now, or else I don't only destroy your wife, but her as well. You don't know her story and it's a long, sad one. I don't think that the poor thing could take any more heartache after what she's been through. Then, just because you pissed me off, I'll use what dirt I have on you to get your little sister to serve. She just made legal drinking age, so she'll make a lovely little addition to my lounge where I can fuck the hell outta her on a daily basis and sell the vids on the internet. And Carla? Let's just say that I have some friends in the Middle East who'd love to have her." He chuckled at Brent's glowering, murderous look. "Trust me; you don't have enough on me to go tit-for-tat on this one."

Falcon then pointed down at Jessica Rabbit girl. "Get started. Oh, by the way, I'm having a lot more guests fly in as we get further into October. So, I'm having Mandy report here Monday morning for Maid duty with the hotel. I might have to keep her for the rest of the month but I'll give you an incentive to lighten that load off of her. We got two weeks left until the big bash at the end of the month right before Halloween proper. Every fuck tonight will reduce that time by one day," he nodded at Jessica Rabbit, "Starting with her."

"Goddamn it..." Brent swore as Falcon laughed. Then he had an idea. "What do I get if I correctly guess which one my wife is?"

"Tell you what. I'll make it like that game show I saw over in Japan one time. If you guess correctly, and fuck both her, and your new girlfriend Carla... "

"She's here tonight too?" Brent demanded. He thought she was back at the Ranch, safe.

Falcon snorted in amusement. "You say that like you're surprised. Anyway, I'll let you take them home at once tonight and they'll only have to dance in the club on the weekend nights. However," his smile turned evil. "If you guess incorrectly, and you only have one shot at this, then they're both serving in my hotel for the rest of the year. Think about whether or not you want to gamble like that." Falcon said. "But in the meantime, fuck your girl there before I yank Mandy out of her suit and let everyone have a turn coming on her pretty face and the deal is off."

He laughed and walked off. Brent looked down at the latex human doll in front of him. Jessica Rabbit was still sobbing under her mask but she had her legs bent and spread for him. He leaned in to her head. "I really don't want to do this. I don't know who you are on my staff, but please forgive me for this. I'm doing this for both of our sakes... okay?" She sniffled but nodded, spreading her knees wide in invitation.

Feeling like a heel and the lowest form of pond scum on the earth, Brent reached under his kilt to stroke himself to hardness. He resolved to do this as quickly as possible so that she wouldn't have to suffer. It took him a while to get stiff enough but once he did, he mounted her and pushed into her. She inhaled sharply behind her mask as Brent's cock slowly parted the slit in the latex and sank all the way inside of her pussy. Whoever she was, she was tight... surprisingly tight. He wondered if she was more petite than his wife was. The latex Jessica Rabbit suit was probably throwing off her proportions in the hips and bust.
He tried not to look at her as he did the deed. His hips pumped into her a couple of times and then he promptly pulled out of her. Jessica Rabbit made a questioning sound and Brent said, "He just said I had to fuck. He never said I had to finish inside of you," he said softly. "I'm not going to do more than is necessary... especially with one of my employees."

"HAaaank ooooo!" the muffled, gagged voice from inside the mask said as Brent straightened out his kilt and walked off. It was time to find Mandy.

***
CHAPTER 8: Continuing the Masquerade

Once she heard the men all filing in, Mandy knew that one of them penetrating her was going to happen soon. Sure enough, someone was on her within seconds. She felt her legs being hiked up into the air and parted wide as someone's cock started rubbing at her latex-clad pussy. Then the cock pushed through the thin slit and into her sex. Mandy shuddered as her body was slowly invaded inch by inch. Unable to contain herself and the perverse pleasure and thrill she got by being taken by someone she couldn't even see, she moaned deeply.

Someone else was at her head, pulling the plug out of her mouth and sticking their cock in through the ring gag. Out of conditioning and reflex now, she started working on the member that was now down her throat, making soft "gluk... gluk... gluk..." noises as she rhythmically sucked and swallowed.

The man fucking her was doing so fast and hard. They were doing it so hard that her body was moving up and down on the bed while making her breasts bounce and bob inside the suit. Her nipples pulled as her breasts moved. The whole experience was surreal and she felt oddly detached as if she were no longer a person, but just a living, feeling doll to be fucked by men. That strange thought made it easier for her to cope with being taken by multiple men that she didn't know, nor would she ever know.

She felt a burst of warm fluid blow up into her pussy as the man fucking her came. Mandy let out an involuntary, lustful moan and her pussy squeezed his cock as she just let responsive feeling take over. She stopped thinking and just let her body live in the erotic moment. Her mouth hummed and moaned around the cock inside of it and she enthusiastically suckled on it. The man she sucked off moaned in pleasure above her. The cock inside of her pussy let out its last spurt of cum before leaving her empty and wanting in her loins. She wasn't left waiting long as another cock soon replaced it, rhythmically fucking her hard and deep.

The cock in her mouth climaxed and thick ropes of semen jetted down her throat. Mandy swallowed it all down as she easily slid back into her role that she'd done long ago. When he was finished, he pulled out. The man fucking her then pulled out and turned her over onto her belly, then he was back on top of her, pushing into her ass from behind.

"OOOoohhhhhh," Mandy groaned in a deep, guttural fashion as the cock lubed up with her own pussy juices and the cum of the man before this one slid deep into her ass. She took it naturally and attributed it to the fact that she'd been wearing a butt plug on a daily basis for the past two weeks. She pressed her chest into the bed, arched her back, and angled her hips for easier access for the man now up her ass. His hand came down onto the back of her neck, pushing her into the mattress, as he fucked her bottom hard, and fast, and deep. He came a few moments later and she could feel his cum flooding into her bowels.

When he left, there were hands on her from all over, lifting her up. When she came back down, a cock impaled her pussy from below as she was made to straddle a man. His cock slid easily up inside of her and her pussy gripped him. Then she was pushed forward and another man pushed up inside of her ass. Then another man wrenched her head to the left and she felt a cock slide over her tongue as it went into her mouth. She was penetrated in all holes and she found herself loving every moment of it. All the cares in her world dissipated as she reveled in the fact that these men wanted to fuck her and that she was deriving pleasure from it.

As the three men fucked her holes, their hands were all over her body. She was moaning, groaning, whimpering, and whining in pleasure as her body became an outlet for their pleasure. They were all talking amongst each other and goading each other on, but she didn't care. Mandy was past the point of worrying about what they said so long as they fucked her. Then her own climax ripped through her and her body shivered violently in between the three of them. She screamed out her ecstasy around the cock of the man inside of her mouth as he body flopped uncontrollably between the two men who had her up her pussy and up her ass. She heard high fives being exchanged. Even after she came down, the electrodes of erotic pleasure still coursed through her, starting her to build up to another climax. Mandy hardly noted whenever it was when they came, only clamping down on whatever cock was spurting its seed into her when it happened.

When they left, three more took their places and she was fucked to another orgasm. When three more descended upon her after that, she was so sensitive from the first two orgasms that she came the moment that she was penetrated and then came again when they blew their loads inside of her.

After a while, she lost count of the number of men and orgasms she'd had.

*

Brent noticed that a couple of the girls next to the window in almost the center of the room was really popular tonight. In his searching, he'd passed by Lola Bunny, Krystal Fox, Princess Zelda, the Samus Aran girl, a couple of furries, a Tifa Longheart, and a few Anime girls that he recognized from the old Robotech show, but discarded them as unlikely to be Mandy. His gaze settled on the gangbang that was going on with the really popular ones.

Then he got a good look at them; one of them was an Anime Redheaded French Maid and the other was an Anime Blonde Slutty Nun. Bingo. He thought. Brent was certain that the Maid was Carla and the Nun was Mandy. From what he knew so far of Mister Falcon, he wasn't really the imaginative type. His own fake name of Mister Hill, for instance. Then there was Jessica Rabbit was big and busty which meant that his employee inside was probably small and petite. Carla was one of Falcon's indentured Maids, so putting her inside of that would remind her of her current place in the world.

He and Mandy were both religious so putting her inside a suit that was totally sacrilegious made perfect sense.

Brent did have to admit that the character looked cute: leather thigh high fuck-me boots, leather miniskirt that could be pushed up, and a leather tube top that barely contained slightly exaggerated breasts, all with a nun's cowl that left the cartoon Anime face open. Carla's character was similar, just with the Frilly French Maid outfit traded out for the Leather Slut Nun outfit.

The man fucking the Maid sighed and arched his back as he spent, then pulled away to move on to another girl. Brent moved in since she was momentarily free. He placed his hand onto the latex clad breast of the Maid and knelt down next to her head, removing the plug from the mouth and leaning in as if to get a French Kiss. "Carla?" he whispered when they were close.

"Astr?" she gurgled through the ring gag.

Brent had no idea what she said. "It's me, Brent. Whimper once if that's you, Carla." She did, confirming it was her. Then she jerked her head to the left, whining in quick, short, attention-getting spurts. Brent's eyes went over to Mandy where three men were currently fucking each of her holes. He didn't know why, but watching them have fun with his wife was turning him on and making him really hard. "The nun is Mandy, right?"

"Uh-huh..." Carla was nodding her head emphatically in confirmation.

"Falcon said that I can end this right now for both of you if I have sex with you both."

Carla's legs spread open at once for him as she blathered out "Uk ee, Astr! Uk ee!"

"I'll take that as consent then," Brent said as Carla's head bobbed rapidly in affirmation. Brent quickly mounted her and drove his cock into her waiting sex, not even caring that he was getting sloppy seconds. To be honest it was probably sloppy tenths at this point. He didn't care. He was getting to fuck a girl that he now cared about before he started fucking his wife.

As he reveled in the feel of Carla's pussy around his cock, he paused, thinking about that last thought. Did he really care for Carla? Was he developing feelings for her? That couldn't be right, could it? Wasn't that truly adultery? Or was it just natural for him since he, Mandy, and Carla have been through so much together in such a short time? After all, last week after the last party and they had their threesome back at the ranch, Mandy didn't even seem to bat an eye that they'd slept with Carla. In fact, the next morning Mandy seemed happy that Carla was in bed with them and they'd eaten breakfast in bed, in the nude, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Then there was Carla herself. She seemed to be attaching to both him and Mandy. Sure, she was saddle with them at first in order to keep tabs on them for Falcon. But after the first party she seemed to be more of their friend rather than their caretaker or overseer. With all the time that she'd been spending at their Ranch, and after all the conversations that they'd had that were not related to Mister Flacon, Carla seemed to be a part of the family now. Did he love her? He wasn't sure. Did he regard her as a friend? Definitely. Did he enjoy fucking her? Absolutely.

As he plowed his cock in and out of Carla, he looked over to his right where there were three more men on Mandy in her Anime Nun outfit. He knew that Mandy was hot to begin with. She was the most beautiful woman on the planet as far as he was concerned. Brent enjoyed watching other men drool over her as he knew that he'd be the one going home with her. Now watching masked men bang his wife was even hotter even knowing that he was about to fuck her and that he'd probably fuck her again once they got home. Just thinking about it made him fuck Carla harder and faster. It worked him up into a frenzy as well knowing that his wife was mere feet away from him and he was fucking someone other than her.

"GAH!" he sighed as he came hard into Carla. Beneath him, Carla moaned and clamped down onto his cock as his hot cum shot into her womb. He jerked a few more times until he was spent. He figured he must've also still been hot and bothered from his quickie with Tina earlier. He pulled out of Carla and she started gesturing for him. "What?" he asked. She groped around blindly until she found his cock. Grabbing onto it, she guided him up towards her head and pointed at her mouth. He got it and moved around the bed so that he could stand where he could watch Mandy while waiting for his turn with her.

Meanwhile, Carla guided his cock into her mouth and started sucking on him, her tongue rolling around its head so that she could lap up his salty seed remnants. "MMmmmmmm..." she hummed as she quickly got him hard again.

Once he was hard and there was an opening, Brent pulled away from Carla and walked over to Mandy, ignoring Carla's whine of dismay. She didn't have long to wait as another man flipped Carla over to her stomach and started pounding her ass. Mandy had cum oozing out from between her legs and she lay motionless draped over the man she was currently straddling, a long slow moan emanating from behind her hood. Brent realized that she must've been fucked senseless and who could blame her after having nearly every man who was here tonight. "Hey, man, be a pal and pull her up," the guy who had Mandy riding him said. "She's dead weight now."

"Sure," Brent gave him a fake, plastered smile. Part of him wanted to beat the man into a pulp but another part thought it was hot sharing his wife with him. He couldn't fault the other man too much. How was he to know who was who here? Brent reached around and grabbed his wife by her latex clad tits, lifting her up just a bit. Before getting her fully upright, he slid his cock up her open and waiting ass. He'd never done anal before so this was a new sensation for him. Mandy was a bit tighter back here than she was up her pussy.

"Mandy," he whispered into her ear as he pulled her upright.

"ERENT!?" she squeaked out, confirming it was her underneath the latex Slut Nun suit.

*

OhmyGOD! Mandy's numb mind squeaked. HOW? How did he do it? she wondered. Then she realized; He's taking me up my ass! She also realized that it was his hands that were over her breasts, squeezing them as his cock moved in and out of her along with the man underneath of her. Oh my God! No! Not like this! Please, Brent, don't do this, Noooooo... she mentally wailed as the cocks fucked her and her husband mauled her breasts that in turned tweaked her clamped nipples inside.

"Cum for me, babe," his voice commanded her.

"ULNGH," Mandy gurgled. Her body was already hypersensitive. She'd lost count how many times she came already. Now as she tried to hold back again with her husband in the fray, she couldn't. Her body exploded hard, her pussy and ass clamping down on the cocks inside of them. The man below her came first. Brent followed suit soon after. Having both men cum at the same time inside of her prolonged her own orgasm.

It was eventually too much and she swore that her brain blew out as her whole world went stark white from the intense pleasure to pitch black.

*

"Heh.." the man laughed as he squirmed out from underneath of Mandy. "I think that we broke her mind. Thanks for the assist."

"No problem," Brent commented. He saw Falcon and motioned at Mandy and Carla. "These two," he said.

"Which one is which?" Falcon asked as he walked up. Brent told him and Falcon shook his head in disbelief. "Un-fucking-believable..." he said in disgust. "A deal is a deal. Take them. Service elevator is over there and they'll be cleaned up downstairs."

Brent nodded his thanks to Falcon and immediately took the leashes off of their hooks on the beds. He was kind enough to wait for the man fucking Carla to finish before getting her up off of the bed. Carla fell into step behind him naturally as he led her. Mandy, however, was so out of it that he had to carry her.

Downstairs, he helped the prep men peel the girls out of their latex suits and get them into the showers Then they were scrubbed from head to toe, inside and out. He kept on getting funny looks from the men until one of them finally asked what he was doing down there helping him in a suit. "This is my wife," he said, indicating Mandy. "She," nodding to Carla, "has been living with us this month on Mister Falcon's orders. All three of us are being blackmailed."

"How come you get to go up to the party while the rest of us are stuck down here?" One man complained.

"What are you all talking about?" Brent asked.

"My wife is up there too!" he said. Others chorused in the same sentiment ranging from girlfriend, to fiancé, to wife. They were all looking pissed that Brent was being blackmailed but go to enjoy the fruits of their labors.

"Hold on guys!" another man shouted out. "Don't you know who that is? He's the CEO of one of the biggest oil companies in Texas and he's a prominent member of the largest church in Dallas. He's third generation oil and his father is a U.S. Representative. Of course, Mister Falcon would want him up there! He can do more damage to him by having him up there than he can forcing him to work down here with us."

"Holy Shit..." Brent breathed. "I knew that he had you all working for him while the girls were upstairs but not like this..."

"Buddy, you don't even know the half of it." his supporter said as he walked up. Before Brent could ask what he meant, the man pulled down the front of his boxer briefs to show his cock and balls encased in a male chastity belt. Brent gasped as the man explained "We have to wear these fucking devices the entire night. Do you know what kind of hell this is to have to grope, fondle, and manhandle naked women and not be allowed to get off? Then, to make it worse, our women are usually too sore or out of it to want to sleep with us afterward!" he complained.

"My God..." Brent blinked, understanding their anger and ire. He's been getting off while they've been denied. "Look; I'm working on something. I swear to God..."

"Save it, sir," the supporter said, hiking his boxers back up. "We've either heard it all or said it all before. There's no getting out of Mister Falcon's grasp once he has something on you," he said with a sad shake of his head. "We're all living in hell and there is no way out."

*

The next morning he was up early sitting in his chair looking out the windows at the rising sun before the girls were up. Now with the dawn breaking in over the trees and into the room, they stirred on the bed. They were going to miss church today because both girls were too sore to even walk, let alone leave the house to go anywhere. This being Sunday, the staff all had the day off save for a couple of handlers who didn't mind coming in to see to the animals being fed. That made sure that Brent, Mandy, and Carla had the spacious mansion all to themselves. Hell, they had the whole Ranch to themselves.

"You're up early, sweetie," Mandy yawned as she stretched. "Come back to bed with us." Upon getting home well after midnight, Brent carried them both from the limo up to the master bedroom as they'd both fallen asleep on the ride home. He had to make two trips and took Mandy up first since she was more out of it than Carla was.

"Can't... to wired to sleep right now." Brent said over his shoulder. Which was true. He only managed only a couple of hours of sleep "I was going to head down to the kitchen to make us all some breakfast. I know that you two must be hungry." He walked downstairs, his mind a torrent of thoughts ranging from their situation with Mister Falcon, to his newfound feelings about Carla, his wondering on how Mandy felt, to all the blue-collar men who were forced to work the parties as handlers and preppers.

It felt good to do some housework of his own. His parents always made him do chores as a kid to remind him of the family's beginnings just like everyone else. It also made him feel good to give those who wanted the weekend off to be able to do so. He made a hearty breakfast of eggs, hash browns, bacon, and toast, put the platters on a tray, and carried it back up to the bedroom.

The girls were up and coming out of the bathroom when he got back. They clambered up onto the bed and ravenously tore into the meal. He couldn't blame them after the gangbang they'd endured just hours before. They noticed that he was just picking at his meal and asked him what was the matter. "I hope that you're not upset with us that we didn't make love last night," Mandy said, her voice laced with worry.

"Huh? Oh, No..." Brent shook his head. "It's not that. Besides, I had sex with you both at the party... well, you might not remember that, dear," he said with a playful smile. "No, I was more wondering how you two felt about each other." He looked at them as they stared back. Then they looked at each other. "Please," he pressed. "Be honest."

Carla swallowed her mouthful of food, hesitated, and then let out a long breath. "I like being with you two," she admitted. "Being here with you I feel like I'm free even though we're all being held under Mister Falcon's thumb. I... I think that I'm developing feelings for you both." She said at last. "I mean, I know that you probably think that being poly and bi is a sin, but that's the way I feel and if you would want me here, I'd stay with you." She looked down at the bed and then up at Brent. "At the very least, I'd stay here and call you my Master..." she added.
"Ah... so that's what you've been calling me," Brent said with a smile. "Honey?" he then turned to Mandy.

"The church teaches us that laying with another woman is a sin..." she said, lip and voice quivering. "But how can something that feels so good be wrong? I don't know... I'm so confused. Last week went we had our impromptu threesome, I knew what I was doing when I got Carla to touch me. I wanted to know how it felt and I enjoyed it. This past week I feel like we've become really good friends and..." she blushed, "and we have fooled around a couple of times. I... I don't know if I have feelings for you, Carla. I think I do but I think that I might be sinning. I don't know what to think."

"You two had sex and you didn't invite me?" Brent teased with a smile. "I might have to spank you for that."

"Promise?" Mandy asked, matching his smile.

"Sure, we can try it," he said. "But I'm glad to hear that you two are having conflicted feelings like I am." Their heads snapped back his way at that admission. "Don't get me wrong; I love you Mandy, I really do. But I've come to care for Carla as well. I had to admit that to myself last night while I was having sex with her. I'm happy that she's here with us and I'd like her to stay here with us. As far as it being a sin? I'm starting to think that it isn't." He nodded to the lounger that he'd been sitting in over at the window. "I've been doing some studying in the bible after doing some research on my laptop over there. Ruth 1:14: and they lifted up their voice, and wept again; and Orpah kissed her mother-in-law; but Ruth clave unto her. It's the same language for sex as used in Genesis 2:24; and he shall cleave unto his wife." he explained. "So, if Ruth was a considered a Godly woman, she might've been a lesbian or bisexual Godly woman."

"So does that make us a polygamy or polyamory trio?" he shrugged. "Possibly... I guess. I had a conversation with dad on that subject already last week when he heard that Carla was here with us. And I did more study on that as well. The bible supports the notion from Genesis all the way to Matthew."

"And how does he feel about this?" Mandy asked.

"He's backed off for now," Brent said. "But I think that he's coming around to our way of thinking. So if it's eternal damnation you're worried about, I don't think that you have to." He let out a long, slow breath. "So, what do you say? Do we want to give this new relationship a try?"

"Keeping in mind," Carla added, "that I come with baggage. If we somehow manage to get Mister Falcon off of our backs, I'm going to want to get my son back."

"Absolutely!" Mandy said at once. "So long as you realize that Brent and I want kids of our own."

"I'll be more than happy to help raise them," Carla said with a smile. "If you don't mind me bearing some of Brent's children as well." she added with a wink.

"Aren't we getting a bit ahead of ourselves here?" Brent asked with a snicker. Mandy and Carla both laughed as they then tackled him and showered him with kisses.

***

CHAPTER 9: The Die is Cast

Brent was calling up his father Monday morning to get more insight when one of the maids walked into the master bedroom and started making the bed. Mandy had been called in to Falcon's for the day to entertain in the club while Carla had to leave to go start her maid shift at the building. He'd called in to work to tell them that he'd be taking the week off while he pursued options to take Falcon down. Brent paused in starting the conversation because he knew that someone on the staff was feeding Falcon information but he didn't know who yet and he couldn't afford to take chances. "Hello? Hello? Brent, is that you? Hey, son, what's going on?" Donald asked on the other end.

"Hm?" Brent asked, momentarily transfixed on the maid, a short, mousy haired girl named Tina. "Oh, sorry dad. I was wondering if you'd be up for a round of golf later today? I'm taking the day off to run errands," he said quickly, making a cover on the fly.

"Are you fucking serious?" Donald asked incredulously. "You never call me up this early in the morning to arrange a Tee Time."

"Can you make sure to book it for just the two of us, dad?" Brent went on as if the conversation had gone another way. "I'm finding foursomes to be a bit... intrusive." Come on, dad, you're a fucking politician. Read between the goddamn lines.

Thankfully, Donald picked up on it. "One of the staff's there that you suspect, huh?" he asked. Brent hummed out an affirmative. "You're right. Phones are not good. I'll cut out of work early today. See you on the course at four."

"Awesome, dad," Brent replied happily. "See ya then." He hung up the phone and stared out the window. But he wasn't looking at the scenery. He was looking at Tina, who was doing a really good job of doing her chore while not making it look like she was eavesdropping. Then, when she bent over to smooth out the comforter, Brent noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties and he caught the slight glint of a jewel between her legs off of the morning sun. It was only for a moment and he probably wouldn't have caught it had he not been paying attention. Got ya! He silently crowed.

He nodded at Tina as he headed for his study and wasn't at all too surprised when she wouldn't meet his gaze. In fact, she seemed to redden in the face. Once in his study, he closed the door and sat at his computer, bringing up all of the personnel files of everyone who worked at the Ranch in his employ. Selecting Tina's file, he started reviewing her work history. She was married to one of his horse trainers, Andy, and they lived closed to the ranch. They both came to work for him back when he bought the place. That was back when he'd proposed to Mandy and they were getting ready for the wedding that took place in the back acre by the pond.

Brent was glancing through her previous work history when he noticed that there was a huge gap in when she was listed as "Unemployed" and "Living in Seattle". Her and Andy both. Seattle was one of the worst places to live in terms of cost of living. Going on a hunch, he took out his phone and called Toby up. "Yassir?" the yawning response came.

"Toby, can you look into financial records for me for two of my employees?" Brent asked, keeping his voice low. Toby yawned out another yes and then Brent heard typing. He gave Toby Tina and Andy's names and where they were living at.

"Holy shit boss..." Toby gasped, suddenly alert. "They have a daughter, she's ten now, but she had childhood leukemia when she was five. They took her to Seattle Children's Hospital, which is one of the best in the country, to get her treatment. Was just recently declared cured of the disease since the five years are up." He paused. "Do you think..."

"Yes." Brent said, voice barely above a whisper, as he cut Toby off before voicing the question. "Thanks, Toby." He hung up before more questions that could be overheard were asked. He then leaned in his chair and mulled things over. Mister Falcon was obviously the benevolent type by paying for a child's treatment but then held said child over their heads. A single call to Texas Department of Family and Protective Services with just the mere hint that Tina is promiscuous outside of marriage would bring them down onto her and Andy both. With whatever evidence Falcon could fabricate would mean that their little girl, that they fought so hard to keep alive, would still be taken away.

And that bastard made him fuck the poor woman at the last party. It wasn't right. He wanted to pull Tina in and profusely apologize to her but until he had taken Mister Falcon down, they were both trapped in their lousy situation. There was one thing that he could do for her so he got to work doing it on his computer.

The cell phone rang again. Brent looked at it skeptically to see that Toby was calling him back. "Boss, you gotta see this..." Toby said, sounding breathless.

*

"I can't believe that you wanted to meet here," Toby gasped and wheezed as he climbed the last stair up into the nosebleed seats of AT&T Stadium in Arlington. "I know that you have a right to be paranoid but this is taking things too far, boss!" he complained.

"Relax, I know the owner and it's not like the fans come here during the season anyway..." Brent said with a wry smile. The Cowboys happened to be on an Away game today for Monday Night Football.

"Ah, are you hatin' on the Cowboys now? And here I thought that we could be friends, sir."

Brent shrugged. "Sorry, but I'm a Texans fan." He said playfully. "What do you got?"

Toby handed over a manila folder as he collapsed into the seat next to Brent before pulling out his inhaler and taking a puff. "Talking to you about Tina and Andy's girl got me thinking and so I followed some of our boy's finances in that direction. Oh my God did I ever hit paydirt! Sweet Jesus, if information were gold, then Old Jeb's a millionaire!"

"English, Toby," Brent snapped, trying to get him to the point.

"Sorry boss..." Toby wheezed. "Point is; he's got two girls of his own; one just turned eighteen and is doing ballet in mother-fucking Russia and the other is twenty-two." He pointed at the photos that Brent pulled out. "Their mother died in a plane crash some time ago and the majority of his money goes to pay for room, board, and protection of these two. And let me tell you, it's some goddamn protection."

"How good?"

"We're talking PMC level of protection."

"Mercs..." Brent frowned as he flipped through the ad hoc dossier. PMC, or Professional Military Corporations were tough nuts to deal with. "Shit... not even American. The company he has hired for both are Russian."

"How do you know that?"

"If you're going into politics you need to know a few things about Russia... especially in this day and age." Brent rubbed his mouth and jaw. The golden ticket was in his hands. The only question now is, how was he going to use it? "Toby, do I have a forensics accountant in my internal auditing division?"

"No, why?"

"I do now and you're it. I'm going to move you into your new office next week when I come back in to work. In the meantime, I gotta get this to someone I know who can use it." He stood up and started to leave when he then remembered one more thing. "By the way, this one should be easy, I have a list of people that I want you to get dirt on and I need it fast."

"How fast?"

"Like, tonight fast."

*

Douglas eyed his son as he studied all of the documents and photos in his office. "Damn..." he breathed. "You have it all here. So, do you have a plan?"

"I have an inkling of one but it's going to require some... sacrifices." Brent said, his mind still working furiously on how he was going to pull this off.

"Oh?" Douglas arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." Brent nodded with grim determination. "I remember reading one of your old Clive Cussler books and I remember this one scene in which Dirk Pitt saves the girl by nullifying the blackmail. After all, blackmails ceases having any power once it's brought to light. I think that I can beat him but it's going to mean that after the dust settles, and you can still get the governor to sign off on me taking over your seat in the House, I seriously doubt that I'll last more than a term. If I do manage to make it past the first term, I might end up sitting longer than you."

Douglas was intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well... I'm going to need some of your contacts in Washington. I plan on revealing things to the Church tonight. But now, for starters; is your esteemed colleague from Nevada still pestering you to co-sponsor the Bunny Ranch Bill?"

*

That night, Brent was walking into Mister Falcon's office. "I want to hire two of your girls as a client of yours," he said cutting right to the chase as soon as he was through the doors.

"You don't get to just barge in here like this," Falcon said. "That's not how our arrangement works." Brent pulled out two stacks of hundreds from his briefcase and flopped them onto the desk. "Okay," Falcon snorted in amusement. "I'm listening."

Brent matched his grin and then flipped two more stacks out. The amount was double the price for a single girl for two hours, from what Toby had shown him and his dad had told him. "I'm listening... intently." Falcon said, becoming serious.

"I want Mandy and Carla and I want them both downstairs in a VIP suite for them both to give me a private show." Brent said.

Falcon looked at him warily. "What's your angle here?"

Shrugging innocently, Brent replied with all sincerity, "If you can't beat them, join them, right? Besides, wouldn't you want to be in the know with a future U.S. Representative?"

"It's a sure thing?" Falcon asked, shocked. That was news that he hadn't heard yet from his sources.

"My father's going to announce his retirement at the end of Session. The governor has already given his unofficial blessing for me to take his seat to fill the vacancy. Now, all we have is time to wait. So, I wanted a celebratory party before I have to put on the public face. Is that too much to ask for?"

Falcon nodded in sage agreement. "Alright then. Someone who brings this much cash to the table is someone who demands this level of attention. Mandy and Carla it is, then. Go on down. I'll ring the floor boss to give you our best VIP Suite. They'll join you soon." After they smiled and shook hands, Brent left. Falcon waited for him to leave before dialing up the floor boss to give him the instructions. "And make sure that the photographer gets some really good pictures of them, too."

*

As Brent was out in the hallway, he was on the phone with a friend of his. "Yeah, make sure you get some really good pictures of me having fun. My wife and friend should be here soon. I'll make sure that we're all unmasked so that you can get good shots of our faces too."

*

Mandy's phone rang and her heart sank. "Yes, Master?" she asked with a quivering voice. She was about to go home and try and surprise Brent with a romantic dinner with just the two of them. She had a feeling that those plans were about to be derailed.

"Get your mask and a costume back on and get to the VIP room. Your client is already there and waiting."

"But..." Mandy started to protest, but then she relented. "Yes, Master," she added with a sob. Morosely, she hung up the phone and went back to the dressing room.

A fifteen minutes later, she was walking into the Premier VIP Room of the club. The backstage manager had her wear a white miniskirt with white pumps and a mask to match her partner, Carla from what she was told, who was already in there with a client. When she went through the mirrored doors, that were flanked by two bouncers, she was surprised to see that they'd already started. "You're late," the man said. Carla was already on her knees in front of him giving him a blowjob. "Hike that skirt up and come here," he said, gesturing to his hard cock.

"Yes sir," she said at once. Mandy swore that he sounded familiar. Maybe it was just the loud music playing tricks on her. As Carla held the man's cock up for her, Mandy hitched up her skirt, reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips, and sank down onto his cock. I know this man... I've fucked him before... she thought.

Without warning, the man reached up and ripped her eye mask clean off of her head. She gasped and tried to grab it and yank it back down but it was too late. Her face was now out for all to see. She tried hiding it and he grabbed her wrists to pull them down to her sides, giving her a hard even look. "You... y-y-you've just destroyed my life..." she cried.

*

Brent hated doing this to her but he waited until both Mandy calmed down a bit to start fucking him and for both his and Mister Falcon's photographers got some really good shots. He then handed the mask back to her and she hastily put it back on. Then he slid his hand around the back of her neck and drew her in close. "It's me," he whispered into her ear. Then he pulled back enough to take his own mask off. "No! Don't get angry at me right now and don't try to bolt out of here. I'll let you take it out on me later. This is all part of my plan." he told her urgently while keeping her held in his lap.

"By unmasking us, you bastard?" Mandy could punch him right now. "What is that going to gain?"

"Just trust me, please?" Brent pleaded with her. "We're being watched by a photographer I hired and by Falcon's people. I paid for you and Carla tonight but I'm not staying the full two hours. I got a meeting after this." He kissed her passionately. "Now fuck me, get me off, then you and Carla get back to the Ranch. Trust me, I got this."

*

Upstairs, Falcon was looking through the pictures after Brent, Mandy, and Carla left the club. "Ahhhh, my boy, you slipped up. I'm gonna own your ass after this..." he said, smiling as he took a drink of his whiskey.

*

Brent walked into the conference room of Mountain Creek Church that was nestled next to the lake of the same name, just across the street from the Dallas Baptist University. It was easily the one of the largest Megachurches in Texas at well over fifty thousand members. The church leadership were all in attendance at this impromptu meeting that Brent had called. The pastor, Pastor Bishop, sat at the head of his table with Brent's father. The eight deacons, the youth ministers, and the leaders of the women's groups were all there, waiting expectantly for him. "Good evening, everyone, I apologize for being late as I was wrapping some things up before I came," he said with a smile as he laid his briefcase down onto the table before flipping it over.

"It was a strange invitation, to say the least," Bishop said, casting a sideways look at Douglas. "Your father was surprisingly tight-lipped as to the reason. He'd only say that it was due to some personal problem that you and your wife are going through?"

"That's correct," Brent said, taking out some envelopes and laying them side by side.

"Well, however we can help, we would be glad to." Bishop said. There were nods of agreement all around the table.

Brent gave him a sly smile and pointed around the table. "Remember that, all of you, when I'm through," he said. Turning serious, he straightened up and went from one member of the church leadership to another, looking them all in the eyes as he talked. "I'll get right to the point; there is sex trafficking going on inside of our city. Women are being blackmailed into servitude under a man named Joffrey Peregrine who owns the Peregrine Tower in downtown Dallas. The businesses inside include the Ranger Star Restaurant and the Curves Cabaret Club. He blackmails the women into serving his clients in whatever way they choose and he forces their men, if they stick around, into doing the grunt work for him." He let that sink in for a moment. The Ranger was a popular five-star restaurant to the upper crust. He knew that a lot of people in this room have eaten there.

"I know that this might be hard to swallow. After all, Mister Peregrine is a fine, upstanding citizen of Dallas. How could he be involved in this. I know this because Mandy and I are being blackmailed by him. We are witnessing it first-hand." He paused again and one could've heard a pin drop in the room. He let the pregnant silence reign for a moment before continuing on. He then laid out Mandy's history for them. Then he laid out Carla's history for them. Then he laid out Tina's history. Finally he admitted his own involvement and how Mister Peregrine, aka Mister Falcon, was blackmailing him into allowing Mandy to continue to serve going so far as to show a couple of the more tasteful pictures of Mandy, unmasked, performing on Brent's lap while he was still masked earlier that evening. He didn't say that it was him in the picture but as he'd already admitted to adultery, threesomes, and promoting lesbianism and bisexuality with his wife, he didn't see the need to.
"Those poor girls..." Bishop groaned as Brent finished his spiel.

Others, however, had a different view. "I knew your wife was a filthy hooker!" a woman named Gladys exclaimed, picking up one of the photos of Mandy and shaking it. She was one of the women's group leaders that loved to preach abstinence. "I knew there was something up when I got that text about your wife's birth control pills!"

"Yeah, that was Peregrine making it known to me how he could hurt me. But now that we're getting this all out in the open, we're not going to have that problem anymore." Brent replied calmly.

"We should get her in here at once and educate her properly on how proper Christian women should act." Gladys said to her lackeys, who were all nodding in agreement.

"Before you do, you might want to do some housekeeping of your own," Brent said, picking up the envelope with her name on it, opening it, and tossing it down the table. The contents slid out to reveal the covers and receipts of such book purchases as the Fifty Shades series by E.L. James, the Sleeping Beauty series by Ann Rice, the Jaegers of the Consortium series by some schmuck named Diesel Jester, and other questionable erotic books. "By the way, does your husband know about the Hitachi that you bought on Amazon with all the attachments?" he asked rhetorically. Gladys went pale as a sheet as she started getting questionable looks from people. Brent grabbed another manila envelope at random and held it up. "Anyone else want to take a shot?" he challenged them. "No? Good."

He walked around the table as he berated them. "Christ said: Come unto me all ye who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest. He went out and ministered to the masses and the down-trodden, not the uber-elite. If we're not willing to get our hands dirty and get out there to the people who REALLY need our help then that symbol," he pointed to the corner where the Christian Flag was at, "means nothing. If you want to minister only to the people that fit your skewed vision of utopia then you're not a pastor," he pointed at Bishop, "y'all ain't Deacons, you bitches aren't women's group leaders, and I don't owe any of you a damn explanation as to what I choose to do, or what my wife chooses to do, or what our mistress chooses to do!"

Bishop was the picture of calm. "We all have our little secrets and there is no sense in airing them out." he said, giving a pointed, albeit amused, look towards Gladys. He then gave a questioning look to Brent. "Why are you telling us all this?"

"Because you all know that dad," he nodded to Douglas, "is about to retire and he's going to do it in the middle of his term. He's getting the governor to name me his successor to his seat for the 37th congressional district here in Dallas. If I have any hope of retaining the seat to represent you all, then all of my dirty laundry needs to come out now. And that's provided that I even want to take his seat once the dust settles from all this as I might have a new job and a new calling."

Brent took out a white folder and threw it down the conference table. "That is a copy of House Bill HR 169. The Legalization of Prostitution Act, or more commonly known as, The Bunny Ranch Bill. Dad has agreed to co-sponsor it." That got an eruption of protests and outrages until Brent shouted them all down to silence, and held up another manila envelope with a questioning look towards them. Across the table, Douglas had a bemused look on his face and nodded his approval to his son. Brent smiled at him and went on. "Yeah, yeah, I get it; how dare I encourage the corruption, promote sin, allow for women to sell their own bodies, yadda, yadda, yadda. Here's the thing, people," Brent pulled out his bible and held it up. "Prostitution has been around longer than this book and this book even features some of the more prominent members of that profession. Now, we can either be outraged by it, or we can control it. The bill will clean up our streets, regulate the trade, increase revenue by taking the hell out of it, and cut down on the number of STDs and unwanted pregnancies by providing birth control."

Another white folder came out to join the first two. "This, is a plan that I've drawn up for the church called 'Mary Magdalene Ministries' in which the church, upon the bill being announced on the floor next session, will take active efforts to help and minister to those who have been victimized in the adult industry... including human trafficking. It's an outreach program designed to get people off the streets and to provide adult sex workers safe homes and working environments. So, guess which working environment you can help out first?"

"Those who are in the prostitution and porn industries..." one of the Deacons, a man named Mark, said as he caught on.

Brent pointed at him as if he won a gold star. "Annnnnd which building in town is currently hosting the most women who are caught up as sex slaves?"

"The Peregrine Tower..." Bishop said, nodding as he was getting behind the idea.

"You can't be seriously considering this?" one of the women lackeys asked. "You're talking about condoning Prostitution and birth control!"

"You'd rather we condone abortion like you had when you were eighteen, Mary?" Brent asked, picking up the envelope with her name on it and tossing it down her way. She went as white as Gladys had. "Or how about the one you had recently? Oh yeah, I know it was a medical necessity to save your life, hard choice I'm sure, but you're not practicing what you're preaching there." Brent gave them an even look while Mary buried her face in her hands. He felt bad doing that one and he'd really hoped that Mary would've kept her mouth shut. "Look, people, you can either sit on your high horse looking down your noses as the people who REALLY need our help and need our ministry. Or you can do the Christian thing by getting off your collective asses and doing some good."

"And you're onboard with this?" another one of the Deacons asked Douglas.

"Brent showed me the statistics in Nevada. Prostitution is legal in the state outside of the cities. There, the rates for STDs are down. The only places they're higher at is in Reno, Carson City, and Las Vegas. They did a trial run by allowing a few of the gentleman's clubs to operate as a brothel for a month, undergoing the same stringent requirements as the Bunny Ranch itself. Much to my surprise, the STD rates dropped for that month. So, the data suggests that doing so both dropped the disease rate and increased the revenue for the cities due to the high lust tax on the services. Sexually violent crimes also dropped for that month."

"You give people an outlet and they'll use it." Brent added. "The government can regulate it to a safe standard, we clean up our streets, raise our revenue, and you get to minister to them. And you can say that you helped end a sex trafficking ring here in the city. You, literally, have nothing to lose here."

"But what about your son committing adultery?" another Deacon, a mousy man named Joshua, asked. "We can't just sit by and condone that when he and his wife are openly sinning!"

"My son has made some very convincing arguments, citing many similar instances in the bible, to that effect," Donald admitted.

"I've been doing some more in-depth reading of the Bible here lately," Brent said, calmly folding his hands and looking at Joshua. "I find it odd that the things that Christians find the most sinful are pleasures of the flesh." His gaze shifted to eye everyone in turn. "Kill a man and take his wife? Forgiven by God. Lay waste to entire cities? Forgiven by God. Take the virgins of said cities and rape them? Forgiven by God."

"Where the hell is that one at?" Gladys asked with scorn, having found her voice again.

"Numbers chapter 31, verses seven through eight. Look it up," Brent glowered at her. "But by God, if you lay with another man or woman, you need to be put to death immediately!"

"Sounds to me like you're breaking with the faith." Gladys challenged him again.

He thought about it for a moment as he leaned back in his chair from her berating. To be honest, he was enjoying this new lifestyle that he and Mandy had been thrust into. "Maybe I am..." he said at last. "We're a non-denominational megachurch and maybe I just don't want to have some holier-than-thou busybody nosing around into what I'm doing in my own bedroom with the consent of my spouse," he replied evenly, silently daring her to say something more. "I've also been reading up in Ruth and various passages regarding lesbianism and poly relationships."

"Leviticus says that it's detestable!" Gladys ranted.

"Ruth says it's fine and the Gospels have references to Jesus saying that people are born how they are and he's even healed a Gay Couple." Brent countered. "And since you love Leviticus so much, have you had any seafood lately? Shrimp? Crab? Because if you have we need to schedule your execution because you're unclean! Hell, even Paul said that a woman shouldn't open up her mouth in the presence of a man so what the fuck are you even doing addressing me? Hm?" Brent glared at her. "Now tell me, do you REALLY follow what the bible says word for word?"

Bishop was listening intently and he held up a hand to forestall any further comments from either of them. "I think that we can all agree that what happens in the bedroom can stay there. After all, we do have members who are LGBT. So, having people who are poly?" he shrugged, "who are we to say yea or nay to that especially when there are so many instances of it in the scriptures? After all, there are a couple of 'alternative' family units in our congregation as well who are holdovers from some of the Fundamentalist Mormons out west who moved here. But that's a topic for another time. Changing the subject back to the topic at hand, Brent, what is your role in all of this?"

"Me? I get to bring Peregrine down and, at the very least, bring him over to our side. At the worst, I get rid of some scum out of our city and take over his businesses." Brent replied with a smile. "If he packs up and leaves, he might shut the place down. That'll put the scores of legal workers in his building out on the street looking for more employment. We don't want to raise the unemployment rate by doing that. So, it's either readjust his thinking or hostile takeover and force him to leave our city. Unfortunately, there is no middle ground here."

***
CHAPTER 10: The Third Masquerade

Brent was working furiously at his computer trying to get some last minute details worked out. He banged away on the keyboard furiously in an attempt to get things into place. He'd taken off of work, leaving his junior CEOs in charge, while he worked all week meeting a whole host of people. Now that it was Friday afternoon, he was running out of time. He wanted to confront Falcon tonight but he realized that he just would not be able to do it. "Damn..." he swore in frustration.

Behind him, Mandy walked up and slid her arms around him, hugging him closely. "It's okay, sweetie, it really is." She kissed him on the side of his head. "Carla and I will serve at the party again tonight and everything will be okay."

He paused in his work, looking over at the door where Carla was hanging just inside the doorway. She nodded in affirmation. He let out a resigned sigh. "I wanted this over this week but getting the pieces into place on the board is harder than I thought it would be," he admitted.

"You've been working hard on this since the last party," Carla pointed out. "And believe me, I appreciate all that you two are doing for me, I really do. But don't kill yourself on my account, please." She added, pleading with him. After he'd admitted his thoughts and feelings, Carla had been sleeping with him and Mandy every night now to the point that she was pretty much his second wife.

It also broke his heart that he couldn't free either of them from their servitude just yet.

"You need to relax," Mandy said soothingly as she played with his hair in a way that she knew relaxed him. He leaned his head back into her breasts and let out a sigh of contentment this time. "And try and enjoy yourself at the party tonight, please?"

"You know I can't do that..." Brent complained. "Knowing that those girls are all there against their will... I... I can't do it."

"So just ask their permission then like you have been doing," Carla countered. "You're going to have to do it anyway and you know after beating him at his own game twice in a row, Falcon is going to change the rules yet again to make you do it."

"I know... I know..." Brent conceded. "By the way, is Tina still here?"

"Our maid?" Mandy asked. "Yeah, I just saw her downstairs not ten minutes ago. Why?"

"She's Falcon's spy. Her and her husband both. I saw her plug this past week when she was cleaning and did some background checking on them. And I realize now that he was the one sticking up for me when we were cleaning you two off after the last party. Falcon is using their little girl against them." The girls recoiled and gasped in shock at that and he explained the situation to them.

"That fucking bastard!" Carla seethed with anger. Brent could understand since her own son had essentially been taken by Falcon. He was in the process of getting the boy back but Family Services were dragging their feet.

"I thought that I saw Andy in the prep rooms one time!" Mandy gasped. "Falcon must be making him do that while Tina was upstairs serving with us."

"She was Jessica Rabbit last week. Don't let on to Falcon that you know this. No matter what, Brent warned them. He glanced at the time. "You two better get going, you don't want to be late. Send Tina up on your way out." he said, getting up and kissing them both before they left. A few minutes later, Tina was tentatively knocking on the door. "Ah, Tina, come in, please." he said. "Please, sit down," he offered a chair to her.

"Uhmm... thank you, sir." she said, clearly afraid.

"I want to clear the air between us," Brent said, sitting back down, "so I'll cut right to it. You're Mister Falcon's spy, aren't you? You and Andy, right?" Her wide-eyed, fearful look told him all he needed to know. "And you're the one that he made me have sex with last weekend, right?" She sat there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, but managed to mutely nod once. "First off, I want to reiterate how very sorry I am that you got caught up in all of this. Second, I want to apologize, again, for having to do what I did."

"You were protecting your wife..." Tina whispered.

"Still no excuse for it. If you want to press charges against me, I won't fight it but I would ask you that you give me until the end of the month to try and bring Mister Falcon down." Brent said, looking at her and putting his proverbial cards on the table.

"No... I don't want to press charges..." Tina squeaked out. "Am I... Are we... fired?" she asked fearfully.

Brent shook his head. "No. You were doing what you had to in order to protect your little girl. I can't fault you for that. You both have a job with me for however long you want it. I do need to know one thing, though, and for you to do one thing for me tonight," he added. She looked fearful again and then resigned as she started to unbutton her blouse. "NO! Not that!" He cried out and waved for her to stop. "Button back up, please. No, I don't want you to sleep with me. What I need to know is; are you supposed to be working the party tonight?" She hesitated, then nodded. "Then I need both you and Andy to work overtime here at the ranch tonight. From what I heard from the handlers, a couple of the horses came down with colic and need looking after. You and Andy will see to the horses overnight and then you'll take tomorrow off. Take your little girl out to a museum, get her some ice cream, something. Anything. Have a family day. I'll cover for the cost of a babysitter tonight... hell... in fact, just bring her here and watch a movie in the theatre room then take a room in the guest wing. I'll pay you for your time off tomorrow as well."

"Thank you, sir. B-But... but Mister Falcon..."

"Let me worry about him. Seeing as how I'll be seeing him tonight anyway at the party. In the meantime, get your daughter here and hole up. I'll inform the night security that anyone who comes here looking for you two that's not regular staff are to be shot on sight." Brent said with renewed conviction. This felt good and right in his heart so he knew he was doing the right thing.

Her eyes went wide. "You can do that? Won't you be arrested for it?"

Brent smiled. "Texas State Law; anyone on your property after dark who's not supposed to be there is fair game." he said. Then he jerked his head. "Now go on, get outta here and get your girl. And tell Andy that he can stop avoiding me already. Please apologize to him on my behalf until I can do so properly in person."

Smiling through the tears in her eyes, Tina stood up, walked over to him, and gave him a big hug. "Thank you, sir." she said.

"You're welcome, and again; I'm truly sorry," he said after returning the hug. He then let out a rueful laugh. "and also tell Andy that if it'll make him feel better, he can fuck my wife to make us even. That got her to laugh and she gave him an impromptu kiss on the cheek before practically dancing out the door.

*

"You are becoming a pain in my ass," Falcon growled at Brent minutes before the party was to officially start. "You cost me a girl and a handler tonight by having them work overtime. I don't know if you found my spies out or if you just got damn lucky in having them both work."

"Well, if I didn't know before, I do now," Brent smiled at him.

"You think you've won this round, don't you?" Falcon seethed with anger. "I'll just have them brought here by my men so that they can serve anyway, albeit a little late."

"You do that and your thugs will be shot on sight and I'll have you drawn up on criminal charges for sending them with the intent to kidnap," Brent countered with equal amount of anger. "Who do you think will win that one in court? Someone who is doing third person self-defense of others on their own property or someone who was sending people out to unlawfully abduct people against their will? You know Texas Law as well as I do. Leave Tina and Andy alone. Especially leave their little girl alone. You want to after someone, come at me, bro, cause I'm the one playing in your league."

They stood there a minute glaring at each other. Brent was silently daring him to do it. This whole blackmail affair could be over tonight.

Then, with the shift in demeanor and emotion that Brent had come to expect, Mister Falcon beamed broadly, nodding his head, and wagging his finger at him. "You... I knew there was a reason I liked you. Out of everyone here in this building, not one of the spineless weasels has the fucking balls to stand up to me like this. Not even my clients!" Falcon draped his arm around Brent's shoulder and pulled him in close. "You know, I have not had this much fun with an adversary in such a long time. It's actually refreshing! So, come, let's get this party started!" he exclaimed, leading Brent into the elevator that would take them up to the penthouse.

"Yeah, yeah, and this constitutes penalty because I displeased you and everything... so what's it going to be this week?" Brent asked, sounding bored as he put his eye mask on.

"No tricks, no gimmicks, this time, my boy," Falcon said as they got out of the elevator and walked into the penthouse. Coming in this way as opposed to the front door, Brent got a preview of what was coming as he saw the girls all lined up against the windows wearing half roman togas that left one breast exposed and a skirt that was entirely too short. They all held lit candles in their hands as they waited for the party to start.
Mister Falcon vaulted up onto his stand and the lights came up in the entryway to show all the waiting masked guests. Brent noted that this week they were allowed to bring dates, girlfriends, spouses, whatever... They all waited expectantly as they looked past Falcon to the girls standing in the darkened suite, illuminated only by their candles. "My Friends!" Falcon said as he opened his arms wide to them. One of the traditions that developed over the years is that of Apple Bobbing, to honor the Roman Goddess of Pomona to wood nymph. When the Roman armies conquered Britain, and began merging their own celebrations with that of the Celts, the apple trees came with them. During the annual celebration, which happened close sot Samhain, the first person to bite into an apple that was floating into the water or hanging from a string, would be the next one allowed to marry."

Falcon smiled at them. "Now, we're not doing marriage here, obviously," he said amid chuckles from the crowd. "But we are doing fucking and lots of it. So, the game tonight is to step up to a bucket bob for your apple to get paired with one of our lovely ladies, and then you get to do to that lady whatever you want to for the next half hour in their designated play rooms either here in the penthouse or the two floors below us. I'll sound the horn to start and stop the half hour so that we can all come back at the same time to do it all again! We should be able to get in three or four rounds tonight." He then gestured to Brent. "Our very own Mister Hill here is getting the honor of going first. So, while he bobs for the first apple, please disperse amongst the three barrels to wait your turn."

Brent gave Falcon a funny look. "Come on, boy," Falcon urged him, "take that suit coat and shirt off and get to bobbing!" He knelt on his pedestal and talked in a low voice to him. "They're not in this group that you're bobbing for. In fact, they're not going to be in any group that you bob in tonight," he said with a smile. "And you will fuck each one... properly this time... or else I'll expose them both to all of my very powerful friends here who will waste no time in fucking them up and fucking them over."

Shucking off his top so that he was bare chested, Brent took a deep breath and plunged his face into the warm water. He hooked the stem of an apple and came back up with it. Dropping it into his hand, he saw that there was a piece of paper superglued to the side of it. Falcon took it from him and held it up for all to see. "Sierra!" he called out. The guests all clapped and a curvy redhead walked forward out of the line of girls. She gave Brent a wan smile as she took him by the hand and led him back to the elevator. Brent couldn't help but look around and saw a strawberry blonde and a brunette watching them. Carla and Mandy. He gave them a brave smile and a nod, which they returned before the doors of the elevator closed in on him and Sierra.

*

After the doors closed Brent and Sierra off from them, Mandy and Carla exchanged looks and smiled to each other in encouragement. "At least it's only four people at the most tonight," Mandy said.

"You mean at the least," Carla corrected in a sideways whisper as the other guests took off their tops and started bobbing for their apples. "Remember, they brought girls with them."

"Two months ago I probably would've had a hang-up about entertaining a girl in such a way," Mandy admitted. She then looked from the bobbers over to Carla and smiled at her again. A real, genuine one this time. "I'm glad that you're with us, Carla. I really am."

Carla smiled and blew her a kiss, that Mandy returned. Then Carla's name was called. And she saw that she had an impressive looking muscular man that could give Jason Momoa a run for his money. Carla strode forward, taking his hand, and leading him off into the penthouse where her designated room was at this evening. Mandy let out a sigh as she waited patiently. Then her name was called a minute later. She walked forward and saw that a relatively average bodied man that was roughly her husband's height with his redheaded wife who was taller than Mandy was, were waiting for her. She gave them a smile as she'd been instructed to, took the man's hand, and led them over to the elevator. They had to wait for it to come back up before they could get in and go down one floor.

Mandy led them to the room that she'd been shown to by the handlers after being cleaned and dolled up. When they got there, she closed the door behind them as her clients looked around. There was a four-post bed with various bondage implements hanging off the wall nearby. On the wall opposite the bed over in the corner was a small stage with a stripper pole on it. A couple of lounge chairs were in the room and there was a small box at the foot of the bed.

"Oh darling!" The redhead in the equally red dress that clung to her body cooed. "They have a sybian!" She exclaimed with joy as she knelt down by it to unpack it and push it to the center of the room. "Oh, do fuck her ass while she pleasures me!"

"But of course, dear." the man said. "Mandy, please?" he gestured to the sybian.

At least they're being polite about it... Mandy thought as she slipped out of her toga and walked naked across the room to them. "What shall I call Master and Mistress tonight?"

"Master and Mistress," the woman said as she put the G-Wave attachment onto the sybian top. That particular attachment had a bulbous dildo that angled forward to catch the forward wall of the vagina, and would fill her pussy up, while the four parallel waves would vibrate and tickle her clit once it was on.

Mandy took Master's offered hand as he helped lower her down onto the sybian. "Ahhh," Mandy gasped, her breath catching as the dildo slid into her and she settled down onto the humped machine. As she did, the horn went off signaling the start of the half hour.

Mistress reached down to Mandy's pussy to spread her labia so that her exposed clit rested right on the wave. She then gave Mandy a smile and held up a finger for her to stay. Mandy waited obediently while both Master and Mistress undressed. Mistress had an impressive body for someone who looked to be in her forties, from the looks of her. Her breasts were nice and pert and Mandy could only hope that she was that perky in the chest when she got to that age. Mistress caught Mandy staring as she hefted her own tits and jiggled them. "You like these, Mandy?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Mandy replied in all honesty. Even if she hadn't unlocked her inner Bi with Carla here lately, she still would've replied that way if only to satisfy the clients. Mistress smiled at her apparent eagerness and leaned forward, bringing her teats to Mandy's lips. Mandy inhaled her scent and submissively looked up at Mistress while placing her mouth over Mistress' left nipple and sucking. Mistress hummed with pleasure and then moved her right tit over for Mandy to suck on.

"God there is nothing more beautiful than watching two women go at it," Master mused as he watched. He was now naked and stroking himself, rubbing lube over his hardening cock. When he was nice and hard, he knelt down behind Mandy and inched forward. Mistress pulled Mandy forward so that her husband could work his cock up her ass. He slid into her easily thanks to the lube and Mandy whimpered and then moaned as his cock nestled up inside of her butt.

After Master was inside of Mandy, Mistress reached down for the control box, turning it on low. Mandy squeaked as the sybian jumped to life, the wave vibrating her clit and the dildo vibrating inside of her. She was coming to love the double penetrated feeling to the point that she'd been asking for it more in bed with Brent and Carla. "Mmmmp... Mmmm..." Mandy moaned, biting her lower lip at the intensity of the vibrating.

"Oh honey," Mistress cooed. "We haven't even gotten to the good settings yet," she said, dialing it up a notch. Mandy arched her back and looked up at Mistress in total helplessness as she felt the dildo inside of her vibrate faster while Master's cock was fucking her ass from behind. Mistress stepped forward, grabbed Mandy's head, and spread her legs before the girl. Her pussy was right at Mandy's mouth. "Come on, baby, show mama what you got."

Mandy's mouth latched onto Mistress' mound and she started pleasuring the older woman with her tongue and her sucking, much to Mistress' delight.

*

Upstairs, Carla was lashed down spread eagled to her bed with 'Jason', as she was calling him in her mind, down between her legs, pleasuring her with his mouth. He was good. Good to the point that she was thrashing around begging him to fuck her as she was constantly brought to the edge before he backed off. He did that twice before the starting horn even went off. Only once the horn sounded did he mount Carla with a flogger in his hand.

"Oh yes, Master, please," Carla breathed, trying to goad him on. He smiled down at her, flogging each of her breasts while simply holding her on the edge with just his massive cock inside of her.

*

When Sierra led Brent into the room, Brent took a moment to look at the various toys, devices, and implements. He wondered if the rooms were the same all over and he wondered what Mandy and Carla were up to. He then looked at Sierra, who was kneeling submissively by the bed. "How shall I please you tonight, Mister Hill?" she asked, reaching up to shuck out of her toga to let it fall to the floor beside her.

He felt bad for having to be here but he resolved to follow his wife's, and his mistress', insistence that he try and enjoy tonight. He was certainly enjoying the view as Sierra was fuller in the breasts and hips than either Mandy or Carla. Sierra had an hourglass shape to her body with proportionate thighs and shapely legs. Brent let out a long, slow breath as he felt his cock stiffen.

Then he reached up and took his mask off so that she could get a good look at his face. She gasped and quickly looked away. He guessed so that it was plausible deniability for her. "Look at me," he commanded her. She meekly turned her head, keeping her face downturned but he could see her peeking up at him. "Take a good long look at my face. My name is Brent. My wife here is Mandy and she is serving just like you are. My... I guess you could call her our mistress or our girlfriend now, Carla, is being forced to serve here too. We're all being blackmailed just like you are and I do not want to force myself upon you." He told her. He spread his hands as if imploring her.

"Why is Master telling me this?" Sierra asked in a near panic.

"Because this is my way of sticking it back to Mister Falcon until I can bring him down." Brent explained. "So, rather than just forcing myself upon you and doing the deed to buy time for me and my wife, I'd much rather enjoy the evening with a willing partner." She looked up at him at that and he smiled at her. "So, Sierra, what is your choice?"

"If..." her voice caught. "If I don't... and Mister Falcon finds out..." she looked up to the corner of the room.

"Brent followed her gaze and saw the security camera there. "He'll find out anyway and punish you for it..." he said, nodding his understanding. He looked back at her. "You still have a choice," he told her. "If you don't want me to touch you, we'll just stay here and talk for the half hour and I'll get the heat off of you onto me. I already did it for one of my employees tonight."

"I'm going to be forced by others regardless tonight," Sierra said bitterly. "You might as well have me too..." her expression softened and she gave him a real smile rather than the plastered one he got from her earlier. "Although, it is nice to have someone with me who's not jumping my bones the moment we're through the door for once." She stood up and walked over to him, taking her own mask off so that he could see her pretty face. "Thank you, Brent," she draped her arms around his neck, pressed her naked breasts to his chest, and kissed him softly on the lips. "I like a knight in shining armor. And... well... It's... it's been awhile since I've made love to anyone. Nowadays it's all business fucking with clients."

"Believe it or not, I know how you feel." Brent told her. He let her control the action and the pace. Before he knew it she was undoing his pants to drop them to the floor. Then she backed him up to the nearest lounge chair and climbed up onto his lap. She dry-humped him while making out with him. When she was ready, she reached underneath to guide his cock into her. They both sighed with pleasure as their bodies meshed together.

Sierra sighed and mewed with pleasure as she slowly rode his cock. They kissed each other passionately and Brent held her bottom as she moved on top of him. Her mews of passion increased as she slid up and down his cock faster and faster. "OH GOD," she moaned, slamming herself down on his cock and shuddering in his arms as he held her close. "Oh my Gooooooddddd..." she let out the long, deep groan as she melted onto his body. Brent held her close, stroking her red hair while feeling her pussy flutter around his cock. He was close but wasn't there yet. It wasn't until after she was coming down off of her climax that she gave him a questioning look. "Did you cum?"

He shook his head. "Not yet."

"Cum inside of me, please," she whispered into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. "Do what you want to me to do it."

Brent angled her back and had her continue to ride him as he took her ample breasts into his hands and started to suckle on her right one. She gasped in pleasure and squeezed her pussy right around his cock as she continued to fuck him. A few good thrusts later and his cock exploded up into her. "Daaaaammmmnnn..." he breathed as he buried his head into her cleavage and moaned with pleasure.

They spent the rest of the half hour wrapped up naked in each other's arms as they just enjoyed the quiet moment together.

***
CHAPTER 11: Bobbing for Apples - Round Two.

Both Mandy and Carla had a well fucked feeling as they got back into line. Neither of them bothered with their togas and from the looks of the rest of the girls in line, neither did many of the other girls. They exchanged quick notes as to what happened to them. Jason Momoa's doppelganger fucked and flogged Carla to two orgasms in the half hour. Master and Mistress, after getting off with Mandy once, then had Mistress on the sybian with the anal attachment up her ass, leaning back so Mandy could eat her out while Master pounded her from behind.

The redhead that took Brent downstairs, Sierra, got into line with them. She took them both into a big hug and whispered into their ears. "Brent is a good man, make sure you take good care of him tonight when you get home."

"Thanks," Mandy said, hugging her back.

"We will," Carla promised. Sierra gave them both a quick peck on the lips before sliding into line on the other side of Mandy and made a quick adjustment to her mask.

The men all lined up and bobbed for apples again. The three of them noticed that Brent was hanging back, allowing others to go first. "What the hell is he doing?" Sierra asked.

"He's going for pot-luck..." Carla said with a smile. "It looks like her intentionally hanging back to be last, which means he automatically gets whoever is left.

"And it means that he gets less time with whoever he gets stuck with," Mandy said, love bursting in her heart for him.

"That'll work only once," Carla noted, amazed at just how little some acts of defiance can go a long way in making Mister Falcon pissed off.

Mandy's name was called first and her eyes went wide behind her mask as she was paired with a large, muscular black man with a dazzling white smile. With a shaking hand as she could only imagine how well hung he was, she led him off to her room. She caught her husband's amusement as he mouthed 'good luck' to her and gave her a thumbs-up. The couple that had Mandy the first round came up with Sierra's name for this round and Sierra led them away to leave Carla standing relatively alone. A few more men from each barrel came and went until finally Carla was called.

Carla let out a tiny sigh and strode forward to meet a portly looking man and his high maintenance looking platinum blonde wife. She took them by the hand and let them back to her room on this floor, passing Brent in the process who gave her a little wave along the way. When they got to her room, she was immediately directed to lay down on the bed while the blonde slipped out of her dress and mounted Carla. She wasted no time in grabbing a fistful of Carla's hair and starting to make out with her. Carla wrapped her arms around the blonde and kissed her back.

The portly man, stepped out of his shoes and trousers and began stroking himself as he watched the show. Once he was hard, he mounted he shoved his cock into the blonde, who squealed with pleasure. He pumped his cock in and out of her a few times before pulling out and driving it into Carla, who gasped and moaned with pleasure when she was penetrated.

On and on he went, alternating fucking each girl for the entire half hour until they both came and he'd shot his load out over both of their slits while they were pressed together and quivering from their orgasms.

*

With only three girls left, Brent stepped up to the barrel with only one apple left. He simply plucked it out of the water and looked at the name. "Piper?" he asked, showing it to Falcon who had a murderous look on his face for not following the rules and for not bobbing.

"You deliberately held back so you wouldn't have to go first, Mister Hill." Falcon glowered at him after motioning for a short, average-looking co-ed with auburn hair to come up. From the looks of her, she looked like she might still be within her first year or two of college.

"Duh," Brent told him. "You're just now figuring this out?" He smiled at Falcon's anger. "Hey, look at the bright side; Sierra was a really good lay and you can even check your footage to make sure that we did it." He grinned as he allowed the hesitant Piper to take him by the hand to her room. It was obviously still on this floor as they headed away from the elevators.

Once they were closed into her room, she got down onto her knees and stammered out, "H-h-how would Master like me t-to-tonight?"

"You're new, aren't you?" he asked. She looked up at him and gave him a shaky nod. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." He then took off his mask and introduced himself, giving her a spiel similar to the one he gave Sierra, and her eyes went wide.

"Oh my god..." she buried her face into her hands. "I-I know who you are Mister..." she nearly blurted out his real last name. "Uh... Mister Hill. Your father's the congressman for our district. You go to my church. She looked up at him fearfully, going stark white. "Please... please don't tell them that I'm here!"

"Shhhh..." Brent went over to her and knelt down, "your secret is safe with me. They don't have to know anything. I will not tell them nor will I use that information against you." he reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder in comfort. "Like I just said; we don't have to do anything that you don't have to do. You don't have to take off your mask or anything. We can just sit here." he said as the start buzzer went off.

"NononononoNO!" Piper was shaking her head vehemently. "I have to. I got to. He'll punish me and revoke my scholarships. I'll be back out on the streets! I can't afford that! I have to finish my degree!"

"Okay, calm down, relax..." Brent said, trying to soothe her. She huddled into his arms and he rocked her back and forth while stroking her hair.

"I have to fuck you, s-sir..." she whimpered.

"I have your consent, then?" he asked. She hesitated, then nodded. "What would you like me to? How can I pleasure you?"
"Are you serious?" she sniffled, looking up at him and wiping the tears from her eyes. He nodded with all sincerity. "Well... I miss having my pussy eaten." she said. "I can blow you while you do it? Is that okay?"

"Perfectly." he said, smiling and standing up. He offered her his hand and he led her over to the bed. "Do you want on top or on bottom?"

"Top, please?" she said and Brent laid down on the bed. She followed him kicking her leg up and over his body to straddle his face. "Thank you," she said. "It's easier for me to give a blowjob this way."

"No need to explain," Brent said, as he wrapped his arms around her young thighs and attacked her pussy with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure and a moment later he felt her hot little mouth wrap around his cock, urging it to life. His cock rose to the task and he couldn't help but wonder if Falcon was doctoring the drinks with Viagra or something. He probably is... he concluded as he lapped at Piper's mound and clit. A few minutes later, she was shuddering over top of him in an intense climax.

"Oh my God... that felt good..." she moaned. Idly stroking his cock as she came down from the orgasm. She then crawled down the length of his body, lifted up, and lowered her pussy down onto his manhood to ride him reverse cowgirl style. Brent sat up in the bed wrapping his hands around her body to feel up her breasts as she rode him hard. Arching back, she laid her head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him submissively with her mouth hanging open as she breathlessly panted in ecstasy.

Unable to help himself, his mouth descended upon hers and they kissed. She whimpered in passion, bringing her hand up to hold his head while they made out. Her other hand came up to lay on one of his hands up on her breasts. Their bodies moved as one until finally Brent's cock blew its load up into her. "ERNGH," he grunted loudly as he came. Once he was done they collapsed back down onto the bed to relax for whatever time they had left.

*

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Mandy screamed as she was pinned up against the wall while the ebony skinned man, jokingly calling himself Mister Black, held her in place while roughly penetrating her. "AH! AH! AH!" she cried out with every hard thrust into her. He was fucking her with his massive cock with such a force that her head kept on bouncing back onto the (thankfully) padded wall. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers locked behind his neck for support.

"Damn, you tight, girl..." Mister Black hissed as he pumped his cock in and out of her.

Mandy had never been fucked by anything this big before. She felt like she was being split wide open. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that shot out from her loins every time he pushed into her. Her eyes watered with tears. She hurt but for some odd reason it was like a good kind of hurting. The sort of pain that made her feel alive. She'd heard some of the other girls, Carla included, talk about this kind of sensation. Some of them got it from being spanked, or whipped, or paddled.

Now that she was feeling it herself, she wanted to try more of it. Once this was all over, she'd have to talk to Brent and Carla about it. But for now, all she could do was hang on and endure the wild ride.

It didn't take long for Mister Black to cum. He breathed a sigh of relief as his balls twitched and his cock emptied their contents out up into Mandy's womb. With his cock throbbing hard between her legs, the sensitivity of being made to cum once already on the sybian tonight, and her hard nipples dragging up and down his muscular chest, Mandy's body joined him in the intense orgasm. When she came down from it she hung limp in his arms, her breathing hitching, as she whimpered pathetically.

Mister Black carried her over to the bed where he tied her down spread-eagled with the Velcro straps already at each corner. He then grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth and commanded her to suck. She did so, looking up at him as he moved his cock back and forth to gently fuck her face. When he was hard once again, he mounted her on the bed and drove back into her tightness. He fucked her slower this time, making it last the entire half hour, and bringing her to two more screaming orgasms in the process.

***
CHAPTER 12 - Bobbing, Round Three

The third woman that Brent got from the apple bobbing was a tall, sultry redhead with dark black roots named Ashley. She had long slender legs, an hourglass figure, with a nice pair of what Brent figured had to be Double D breasts that seemed to defy gravity. When her name was called, she walked out of the line with one foot in front of the other like she was a model on a fashion runway making her hourglass figure and flared hips sway provocatively. Brent knew he was gaping at her and she gave him a sly, come-hither smile as she took him by the hand and led him further into the penthouse.

Brent took off his mask and went into his spiel. He only got a few lines into it when Ashley stopped him. "I know who you are, Brent," she told him, "and I think that it's very sweet what you're doing."

"H-How..." Brent stammered out the question.

She smiled and gave him a half shrug. "Girls talk and your name has spread like wildfire tonight. I sorta mentor Piper and she couldn't stop yapping about you while we waited for this next round to start. But, even without the pitch of what you're doing, everyone is starting to know how you're standing up to Mister Falcon. But you don't have to be so noble with me. My body is yours for the half hour that we have to do with as you please." She held up a hand to forestall his protest. "I'm serious. You see, I let Mister Falcon think that he's blackmailing me when in reality I could care less if he releases the dirt on me. I'm one of his paid escorts during the day and one of his paid dancers downstairs in the club. I was doing the stripping to put myself through college and to be quite frank, I have a fetish in which I really like being a slave. So, every time he 'commands' me," she used her fingers as quotations, "to come here to serve or to fuck one of his clients I do so eagerly because I get wet just thinking about what they might possibly do to me with me having no say in it."

Brent was dumbfounded as he stood there gaping at her like an idiot. "I wasn't expecting that..." he finally admitted.

Ashley's smile was warm "Blackmail only has power over someone when you let it have power. That's what a lot of girls here are going through. I just learned a long time ago to say 'fuck it' and enjoy it." She spread her arms wide to indicate the room. "So, Mister Brent, what would you like to do to me? I hear that your inner kink is starting to show so there must be something here that you've been wanting to try out?"

Now that he thought about it, and the more stories that he'd heard from Mandy and Carla at how they'd been used by clients thus far had him intrigued. He looked around and his eyes fell on the black box at the foot of the bed. "What is that?" He asked, nodding to it. "I've been seeing that in every room but I can't figure out what its used for. It seems too high to simply stand on to have sex over the side of the bed with."

"Oh my God, the sybian..." Ashley purred and shivered with glee as she walked over and pulled it out to the center of the room. "You've never used one of these before? Oh, you will love this. Just ask you new girlfriend, Carla, about it." She knelt and unpacked it, showing Brent the different attachments and controls. "How do you want me on it?"

"Ahhh, how do you usually like to be taken on this?" Brent asked. When he caught her condescending but playful look, he held up his hands. "Hey, you're the expert on this thing. How's about we follow your lead first and then go from there?" he asked. Ashley got up to grab a huge modular wedge pillow mattress. She attached it with a few Velcro straps to the base of the sybian so that neither would move from each other. Then she got out the anal attachment to put on the vibrating hump and a bottle of lube to generously coat it. While she was setting up, Brent had been looking at the various implements on the walls and he grabbed a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain. "Mandy wouldn't stop going on about how her nipples were constantly pinched by these things last week during the latex costume party." he said.

Ashley nodded her approval as she straddled the sybian and lowered herself down, penetrating her ass with the dildo. She gasped and sighed with pleasure as she settled down onto it. "Yeah, I was so jealous of her last week. Every man at the party fucked her in some way twice. I guess that's what happens when you get the Nun outfit. Everyone wants to defile a Nun it seems."

"Who were you?" Brent asked, walking over to her and putting the nipple clamp chain on her breasts. Her breasts were full and plump in his hands and he took great pleasure in feeling them up.

"Samus Aran," she said, gasping when the clamps were on her nipples. "Mister Falcon loves making me a blonde in those suits when he knows that I hate the color. So for the latex suit parties I'm usually a blonde character." She leaned back and crooked her finger at him. Reaching up, she undid his pants while he kicked his loafers and socks off. Once the pants were off, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked it to life.

Once he was hard, she showed him how limber she was by leaning all the way back against the wedge pillows she put behind her and reached down to spread her pussy wide open for him. He straddled the sybian and worked his cock up into her. When he was inside, she gave him a coy look, picked up the remote and turned it on low. The sybian jumped to life and Brent could feel the dildo in her ass vibrating as well as the small raised hump vibrating against his balls. "Oh damn..." he breathed.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, sweetie," Ashley smiled, handing him the remote. "Go ahead, dial it up while I tie myself up," she said, placing her hands behind her back, forearm to forearm, to give the illusion that she was in bondage. Brent loved the look.

He dialed the sybian up as far as he could stand it. Ashley let out a breathless gasp and then a deep moan. Brent placed the remote aside and, on impulse, hooked the chain between the nipple clamps with his finger, and pulled down.

"MMM!" Ashley cried out while biting her lower lip. "Oh yes," she whined. "Please! Fuck me, Master, fuck me!"

Brent obliged her, moving his cock in and out of her as much as he could while they both straddled the sybian. Ashley gyrated her hips forward in time with his thrusts to get more penetration. It was a bit awkward for Brent but he managed to get a good rhythm going. The buzzing just underneath of his balls drove him past all sense of control and he let loose his torrent of cum into her before he was ready. "DAMN," he swore as he came hard.

Ashley's hands came back around and pushed him upwards. Brent stood as his cock was still twitching, leaving a few splashes of semen on her breasts. She scooped up his cock with her mouth and, with her hand making an O ring around the base of his cock, she sucked him off like a porn star while looking up at him. She leaned forward and fucked herself on the sybian, her body while gulping down his cum as he orgasmed. "MMH! MMHH! MMMMMMM!" she then cried out around his cock as she too hit her climax.

"God..." Brent breathed as his cock finally went still. "I'm gonna have to get one of those for the house."

"Can you go again?" Ashley asked playfully, batting her long eyelashes up at him while stroking his cock next to her cheek. She then took his cock and started rubbing her breasts up and down either side of it. "I promise to make it worth your while."

*

"UHHHH!" Mandy grunted behind her ball gag as her body jerked forward in her bonds as the leather tendrils of the flogger whipped across her ass. Her Master for this third round had her bound spread-eagled in an open frame while he flogged her body. Before she was secured in the frame, Master had put two vibrators up inside of her on high speed before securing them in place with a thong. Then he proceeded to flog her all over; breasts, clit, ass, thighs, back... everywhere. A couple of times he even slapped her across the face. As far as slaps went, this one was relatively light. She somehow could tell that it was more for shaming her than it was for actually hurting her.

He walked around her as if he were a hunter stalking his prey. She didn't know from one moment to the next what he would do: slap her, spank her, flog her, or just fuck her. Occasionally he'd come up, take a vibrator out, fuck the hole a couple of times, then put the vibrator back in.

Swish, swish, swish... the flogger whipped through the air as he spun it. Then he lashed out, catching her across her tits. Mandy grunted again, reeling backwards this time until her body came back to rest in the frame. Her breasts stung and her nipples felt like they were on fire. Tears streamed out from under her eye mask of pain and erotic shame but she still didn't make any kind of sound. She was subconsciously gyrating her hips, silently begging to be fucked by him. Swish, swish, swish.... SLAP! Master caught her across the ass again, making her grunt and jerk again in the frame.

He was then in front of her as she felt the vibrator get yanked from her pussy. "Look at me, slave," he growled at her as he put his hand around her neck. She looked him dead in the eye as if she were his caught prey. "UNNHNN!" Mandy then cried out as she felt his cock spear up into her. Their eyes stayed locked together as he fucked her hard.

This time, however, he wasn't pulling out. He was still driving into her. "Don't look away..." he ordered her. "Keep looking at me while you cum."

"UHHHH!" Mandy whined from behind her gag as her face was the mask of helplessness. His cock continued to pump in and out of her bare, sensitive pussy while the vibrator raged inside of her ass. "UHHHHNGH!" the whine was louder and longer now. "UGHNNEEEEEEE!" she squealed as her body started shaking as the orgasm blew through her. Her body shook, shivered, and flailed about inside the frame. Every nerve ending seemed to light up. Her face contorted to one that couldn't decide if she was in pain or intense pleasure. All the while she managed to keep her eyes locked on his.

"Oh fuck yeah," Master hissed, and a moment later she felt his warm cum gush up into her. He however, closed his eyes as his hips jerked into hers as he came. Once he was done, he stepped back and she just hung helpless in her restraints.

*

Carla got a voyeur by the name of Mister Clark. She'd had him as a client before so she knew exactly what he wanted. Without being told, the moment they got back to her designated room she put mood lighting on, put on some soft, sensual music, and hopped up onto the stage to begin dancing on the pole. "You certainly remember what I like." Mister Clark said with approval.

"I remember all of my regular clients, Master," Carla said coyly as she spun around the pole, even though she hated calling him by that term. In her opinion she had only one Master now and that was Brent. But she'd been at this game long enough to know how to make whatever she said sound genuine to the clients.

Dancing in time with the music; she gyrated up and down the pole, she bent over to give him a good view of her bottom and pussy, and she played with her breasts. When the second song began, she sank to her knees and arched her back to jut out her tits. Then she started playing with herself.

"Nipple clamps," Mister Clark ordered from where he was sitting in a lounger, now naked and stroking his cock with lube in his hand.

"Yes, Master," Carla replied, moving with the music to go to the wall to get the clamps. She also got a sizable Venus buzzer that would put a dildo into her pussy and a buzzer right on her clit while keeping her ass open. Mister Clark was most definitely an ass man and he loved anal. What's more was that he loved getting women off while he was doing them in the ass. Past experience told Carla that she needed the extra buzz to satisfy his wants.

While swaying in time with the music, Carla put the clamps on her nipples and then bent over the stage to attach the chain to a little hook that was there. Then she slipped the Venus buzzer on and strapped it into place with the elastic bands. Once she was ready, she closed her legs and shook her ass to him in invitation. "Please, fuck my ass, Master," she pouted at him.

Mister Clark got up and walked over to her. Carla dipped her head submissively to not look at him (his rules) and relaxed her body. His cock jabbed into her a moment later and she made a show of making it look like she was penetrated hard and deep. In reality; he was smaller than average. Not that she'd ever point that out to him. She learned a long time back from the other girls not to mention it as he was extremely self-conscious about it. They had to make him think that he was God's gift to women or else suffer the mean streak that he had.

Carla discretely thumbed the buzzer on and it began to hum on her clit. Mister Clark was lost in his own little fantasy as he started fucking her ass fast while spanking her on the rump. "Yeah, you like that you dirty little bitch..." he moaned. Mister Clark was also a talker.

"Yes, Master," Carla moaned suggestively while making little noises to goad him on. "Oh please fuck my ass, Master, I love your cock."

"Yeah, take it all, you filthy little whore!"

"Yes, Master, give it to me," she fake-whimpered. Carla crossed her arms on the stage to bury her head into them. It allowed her to reach under her body to play with her breasts around the clamps while Mister Clark fucked her. She tuned out his rambling sex talk and focused on her. The one time she faked an orgasm with him he was able to tell and she wound up with a bruised butt as a result of his rage spanking.

"AH YES!" Mister Clark cried out as his warm cum started to flood her insides.

Carla had been steadily building herself up in preparation. It took her only a moment after his cock started throbbing in her ass for her to climax. "OH!" she cried out as she shuddered. It was just a small orgasm but it was one nevertheless.

"Did you cum, bitch?" Mister Clark asked.

"Mmm-hmm..." Carla nodded without looking back at him as her body was still trembling a bit. She felt the straps get taken off and the Venus buzzer fall to the floor as Mister Clark shoved his fingers up inside of her to check. He then patted her ass and murmured his approval as he went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Only one more round of this shit and we can go home... Carla thought morosely as she unclamped her breasts and started to get the room tidy for the next client that she'd be in here with.

***
CHAPTER 13: Final Round and Aftercare

There were less people for the final round of apple bobbing. Girls were walking bow-legged if they were even walking at all. Many of the guests departed after the third round having no more left in the tank to go again. Only the truly die-hard were there and there were only ten of them. "Well, for this last round," Falcon was saying, "we'll each take two apples and have a full hour with them to end out the evening. "Any girls who are left over get to go home early." He gestured for Brent. "Mister Hill! Good to see you here for the last round." He consolidated the apples into a single barrel. "Come on up, my boy, take the first two."

"Fuck you, I'm going last, Falcon," he said in a joking tone. "I need more time to recuperate since Ashley sucked two loads out of me." The quip got the other clients to laugh which forced Falcon to play it off.
"Alright, alright," he said. "I'll go first, ya pussy!" Falcon said and then bobbed for his. He came up with Piper and a black girl named Eboni. The next eight went, taking their two and going to one of their rooms.

Brent looked over at the lineup. Mandy and Carla were still there. Ashley had been picked up by someone and he saw that Sierra was still in line. He took a deep breath and went down for the first apple. He hooked one and came up with a girl named Bella. A petite Hispanic girl with straight, jet black hair all the way down to her ass stepped forward. Brent went down again and came up with an apple with the name of Stephy on it. Stephy was a short athletic looking girl with medium-sized tits and crinkly reddish-brown hair. She was slightly taller than Bella was.

"And that's the evening!" Falcon said. He looked at those still in line at the window. "You're dismissed, ladies, and we'll see you back here next week for the grand finale Halloween party!" Then he threw a wink at Brent. "Have fun."

Brent looked back at Mandy and Carla, both of who nodded and smiled at him as they filed into line with the other girls for the service elevator. He mouthed 'see you at home' and they both nodded again. 'Have Fun' was Mandy's mouthed words back. He noticed that they both were walking a bit bow-legged. He couldn't blame them in the least little bit if they'd came as many times as he had so far. Even he was walking on rubbery legs.

Stephy took charge and led him and Bella down the hall to her designated room. "So you're Brent, huh?" She asked once the door was closed. She took off her mask and dropped it in the nearest wastebasket. "I was hoping that I'd get you for the last round."

"Is it true that you're going to take down Senor Falcon?" Bella asked in her thick Mexican accent as she sat on the bed.

"That's the plan, at least," Brent said, taking his mask off and tossing it aside as he sat down in a lounger. "You two obviously know my story. What's he got on you two?"

"He's threatening to deport mi familia," Bella said sadly, reaching up and taking her mask off as well. "My brothers, sisters, and I are all legal, but my parents haven't finished their citizenship yet. With the new president, I fear that they'll have to go back to Mexico," she said, pronouncing the country's name 'Meh-HE-co' as was expected for someone from there.

"He caught me and my boyfriend fucking on a beach down in Corpus Christi," Stephy admitted. "You can only see my face in the photos which means I'm the one going to prison if he gives them to the cops. My asshole of a boyfriend cut his losses and ran leaving me to serve to avoid trouble with the law. I'm a fifth-year senior at college about to finish my degree and can't afford a lawyer to defend me from such a rap."

"I'm sorry," Brent said. "How about you? Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

"Mi Esposo... he's... downstairs." Bella said sadly. "I try to keep him happy but he's losing hope. He said that he saw you last week with your women?"

"Yeah, I saw what they have to go through and it ain't right," Brent grumbled. "Look... we don't..."

"Yes, we do." Stephy said firmly. "You probably didn't know this but Mister Falcon told us all before the party started that if we got you, he called you Mister Hill, that we were to fuck you with actual penetration in at least one of our holes until you came inside of us or else we'd suffer the consequences. He then told your wife and girlfriend that he'd intentionally rigged the game so that they wouldn't possibly get him that evening and that they'd better behave themselves tonight and please their customers no matter what they want to do to them. That's why he made it a point of calling you out each time for the bobbing for apples; so that we'd know which one you were."

Brent swore under his breath and promised retribution for this. Then a thought occurred to him. "How'd he rig it if the apples were all in a single barrel? Odds were that I could've snagged one of them."

"He had their apples marked in a way that only he could see," Stephy said. "He pulled them when he saw you line up. If you'd called it quits, then their apples would've been added and you would've been forced to watch them get selected. So... by stepping up, you inadvertently gave them an early night off."

"Glad I could do that for them, at least." he said. "Alright then, ladies, what would you like to do for our hour?"

"Well, my legs are stiff," Stephy said, stretching. "The last guy I was with had me bent over the bed standing up while he spanked and fucked my ass. The two before that wanted to cum on my tits. I can use a shower and a soak."

"Si" Bella nodded emphatically. "The first man I had wanted to drip wax on me and I still have flakes of it on my skin. The second had my ankles tied to my wrists while I was on the bed. The third hung me upside down by my legs while he used the whip on me. Shower and Bath sound Muy Buena."

"They have large walk in showers and Jacuzzis in the bathrooms," Stephy said, pointing to the side door.

"Lead on," Brent motioned for them to go. Stephy went in first and got the huge glass shower going. Bella followed her in with Brent hanging back to lose his clothes before going in with them.

The girls hummed with pleasure as they rinsed their bodies under the warm spray of the dual shower heads. Mandy grabbed a luffa and put body wash on it before offering it to Brent. "Get my back, please?" She asked. "And anything else you want," she added suggestively.

Grinning like a schoolboy, Brent washed her down starting with her back. He took great care in massaging her shoulders, back and her legs. Stephy moaned and put her hands on the wall to steady herself when Brent took extra good care of her thighs and calves. When he stood back up, she leaned back against him so that he could then wash down the front of her body. She grabbed his hands and had him cup her breasts. He took the hint and gave them extra special attention. While he was playing with them, her hands dropped down behind her to grope his crotch. She started stroking him while he worked on her.

His eyes flicked up to where Bella was soaping up her copper-skinned body. At that particular moment, she was using a luffa on her breasts, kneading, pinching, and scrubbing them down. Through the soapy body wash he got a good view of her dark nipples. She smiled at him as he enjoyed the view. Then she rinsed off and moved over to him and Stephy. Placing her hands tentatively on Stephy's chest, Bella leaned in and kissed Stephy on the collar bone then up on the cheek.

"Well, look at you," Stephy smiled. "I figured that Little Miss Catholic girl would need to be tied down for this."

"I'm already damned to hell for adultery," Bella said sadly. "And this is not the first time I've had to do this for Mister Falcon."

"You need to come to my church then," Brent said. "I've convinced our church leadership that it's not a sin. Besides, I don't think that your new Pope would hold your circumstances against you." He smiled at her, which made her relax. "Come here, I'll make it fast for you if you want."

"Gracias," Bella replied as she moved around to him. Brent turned her around and had her place her hands on the wall. Thanks to Stephy's stroking him while he cleaned her, he was hard once again. Bella parted her legs and arched her back so that her bottom would be presented to him. Brent slid easily inside of her tight little sheath, making her gasp as he penetrated her.

"Do you want to get off?" Brent asked her as he began to thrust.

She shook her head. "No. I want to save one for Ramon... mi esposo." Bella looked back at him with a grateful look. "Just do what you have to; take me and be done, por favor."

Brent nodded and he grabbed her pert little breasts that were slightly smaller than his wife's. Much to his surprise, she continued to make eye contact with him as he pounded her from behind. Stephy, not wanting to be left out, pressed her naked wet body up against Brent's back and she reached around to run her hands up and down his chest. Then they zeroed in on his nipples to tweak them.

It worked as Brent came almost immediately. Bella let out a small cry as his cum gushed into her but held her stance until he finished. Once he was done he pulled her under the water and washed her down again. Then he gave her a peck on the forehead and told her to go back downstairs to her husband. "Give him a good time tonight." he told her.

Bella had another grateful look on her face as she smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Gracias, Senor."

"De Nada," he replied.

Once she left, Stephy grabbed him, spun him around, and said "alone at last," as she hooked one athletically toned leg up around his hip and plastered herself against him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"You're certainly eager," Brent noted between hot, passionate kisses.

"Eh, I'm a slut," she admitted. "I love sex and out of all the men here tonight you certainly deserve it more than any of them." They made out some more until finally she turned off the water in the shower and guided him by the hand out. "Come on, I want to do it in the hot tub."

"Whatever the lady wants," Brent said. Truth be told, a relaxing soak in the hot tub sounded good. Stephy started the water jets as she clambered down into the tub. She then took Brent's hands and moved him over to a recliner seat in the corner. The jets buffered his lower back and legs and he hummed with content as his body relaxed. Stephy settled down onto his lap, leaning back against him.

"Oooohhhh..." she moaned deeply. "I needed this..."

"You and me both," he agreed as they relaxed for a moment. After a while as they idly chatted, Stephy started wiggling her butt up against his crotch. He wrapped his arms around her and started playing with her breasts as his cock slowly came to life.

Stephy got impatient and slid off of his lap. She turned the jets down to low and moved him to one of the benches. Then she gave him a wicked look, took a deep breath, and plunged underneath the surface of the hot water.

"What in the.... FUCK!" his arms shot to the sides and gripped the edge of the Jacuzzi as he felt Stephy's mouth lock around his cock and pubis. She started to suck on him hard while under the water. Stephy stayed down for a good minute and a half, working his cock to hardness before she surfaced again.

"Enjoy?" she asked with a wicked smile as she got her wet hair out of her face.

"You're... good at that..." he panted as he then helped her back up onto his lap.

"Yeah, my clients certainly love that from me," she said as she took his cock and guided it into her pussy as she settled down onto him. "I usually escort for pool parties or beach parties because of that and because I like to suck and fuck in the water."

"I can see why," he said as he took her luscious breasts into his hand to fondle and suckle on.

"MMmm... and you can keep that up, please..." she moaned as she started to gyrate her hips back and forth against his. Stephy closed her eyes and sighed, putting her hands on his shoulders as she slowly and rhythmically fucked him. Brent then kissed his way up her body, hooked her neck with his hand, and pulled her in close to lock lips with her. She moaned into his mouth as their bodies moved against each other. Her wet breasts pressed against his hard chest as their tongues wrestled with one another. "I'm close..." she whimpered. "Come inside me... please... now..." she begged him.

Brent wasn't quite ready but he thought back on a hot threesome with him, Mandy, and Carla and that did it for him. His cock jerked and twitched inside of Stephy as it then blew his load up into her. Stephy let out a little cry of pleasure as she was sent over the edge. Her cry became short little mews as her body quivered in his arms while she got off. Then, with one last deep moan, she melted into his embrace, cooing contently as the hum of the water jets became the only sound in the room.

*

Back at the Ranch, Mandy and Carla trudged into the Master Bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom. Even though the handlers did such a great job in cleaning them up, the rubdowns were quick as the men were eager to get home with their women. "Heh..." Carla grunted with amusement as she got the huge bathtub going with hot water. "I thought that poor Ramon was gonna cry when he saw how quick Bella got downstairs to tell him that Brent let her go early."

"I didn't know all the men had male chastity belts on," Mandy said. "Those poor dears! It has to be torture for them to have to do what they do."

"From what I'm told, it is," Carla nodded in agreement. "Every week I want to do nothing more than to get on my knees and give them all a freebie gang-bang for their trouble."

"Maybe we should after we get rid of Mister Falcon," Mandy gave her a sly smile as she stepped into the tub while the water was still filling it up. She laid back and luxuriated in the feel of the water lapping against her battered and bruised body. Carla joined her a moment later, both of them sighing as they relaxed. Under the water, their hands found each other and they simply held hands as they soaked.

"Is someone in there?" A man's voice demanded, jerking the girls upright in shock and fright.

"Who's there!" Mandy demanded. "This is my house and my room!"

"Missus Mandy? Is that you?" the man asked. Mandy relaxed, sighing with relief, as it was Andy, one of the horse handlers and Tina's husband. He poked his head into the bathroom. "OH! And Miss Carla! I'm sorry!" he blushed as he turned away while shielding his eyes. "We weren't expecting you home so soon."

"Andy," Mandy said softly. "You can look at me... at us. I know that you were one of Mister Falcon's handlers and preppers at the parties so it's not like you haven't seen us naked before."

"Sorry," he said sheepishly as he took his hand away and looked up. Despite his age of 28, he had a youthful appearance that made him look like he was still eighteen or nineteen.

"Andy?" It was Tina at the door of the Master Bedroom. "Who is it?"

"Missus Mandy and Miss Carla," Andy called back over his shoulder. "Is Stacy with you?"

"No, she's still asleep," Tina said as she walked up next to her husband. "Oh!" she exclaimed when she saw Mandy and Carla in the bathtub. "OH!" she exclaimed again when she saw welts and striped leather marks on their bodies. "You poor dears! Did they not take care of you at the hotel?"

"Ran out of time," Carla explained. "A lot of people left after the third round and so there were only ten guys left. All but ten of us got to go home early."

"Yeah... I'm sure the guys were anxious to take advantage of it," Andy agreed. "We were... uhm... about to take advantage of it ourselves. We were just waiting for Stacy to go to bed after the movie."

"We were going to do it in your room," Tina admitted before Mandy could ask. Andy blushed while Mandy and Carla giggled. "Come on, Andy and I can take care of these welts for you," Tina said, grabbing towels and helping Mandy and Carla up out of the tub.

"Andy..." Mandy said as she got to him in the doorway. "I am SO sorry about what Mister Falcon made you two do. If there is anything I can do for you... please... just say it."

"That's mighty nice of you, ma'am, but I don't need anything." He said with a charming smile as he and Tina got her and Carla onto the bed. Tina found a bottle of lotion and her and Andy started rubbing them down while they laid on their stomachs on the bed. "This almost doesn't feel right," he quipped to Tina as he rubbed lotion into Carla's skin. "I'm fully clothed and I don't have that damn belt on."

Carla reached out and grabbed his crotch, surprising him. "You seem to be enjoying it," she observed, squeezing his hardening manhood through his jeans.

"What man wouldn't enjoy it with two naked ladies in front of him?"

"A homosexual one," Carla teased.

"Okay... fair enough."

"Well, you know," Tina said as she worked the lotion into Mandy, "Mister Brent did say that you could sleep with his wife to make things even."

"I don't think so!" Andy protested.

"Oh he did, did he?" Mandy asked, amused. She looked over at Andy, who was now a new shade of red. Her and Carla did just say that they'd jump on the opportunity to reward a handler and now that opportunity presented itself. Mandy rolled to her back, spread her legs, and cupped her breasts while looking up at him. "Well? I did say that I'd do anything for you."

"No," Andy shook his head. "It wouldn't be right."

"What's 'not right'," Carla chimed in, "is having a bunch of men fondle nubile young women without the ability to get relief. Not to mention that nine times outta ten their wives or significant others were too out of it to perform for you." She looked at Tina. "You were at the party last week. Were you able to do it for him?"

"No," Tina shook her head. "I was a popular one that night being Jessica Rabbit and I was too sore afterward even with the aid of lotion and lube." She gave her husband a sympathetic look. "And it's not right that I got to have sex with all of those men and have multiple orgasms while you had to sit on the sidelines. So, it's okay if you want to, dear. I won't be upset."

"Mister Brent would shoot me."

"No he won't," Mandy laughed, sitting up and shuffling on the bed over to him. "I know my husband; he wouldn't have said that if he wasn't serious. And it would make you two even for you to have sex with me since he had sex with Tina."

"Well... technically, anyway," Tina admitted. "He only stuck it in and thrust a couple of times before pulling out."

"That explains the directive we had from Mister Falcon tonight," Carla said. When Tina and Andy gave her a questioning look, she explained. "He told all the girls that if they got Brent that they were to fuck him until he got off inside of them. I'm sure he looked at the footage from last week's party and came up with that condition."

"So you're now out of excuses, Andy," Mandy said. She reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt. "If not for yourself, then do it for me as I want to do this to reward a man who has been protecting his wife and daughter, a man who has been helping me at the hotel, and for a man who stood up for my husband because he told me that you got the other handlers off of him last week."

When his shirt was open to reveal his bare chest underneath, Mandy slid her hands up his body, cupped his head, and kissed him softly on the lips. He was still hesitant. "Look," Mandy told him. "At the very least you've seen my naked body. At the most, so far, you've felt me up both inside and out. So why make a further issue out of it?"

"Yeah, I was," he admitted. "I put the paint and hood on you for the first week of Halloween and I put you into the bodysuit for the second week."

"Did you enjoy feeling my body?" Mandy asked in a husky voice, pushing his shirt off of his shoulder and craning her neck to put a flutter of kisses on his neck.

"Uh-huh..." he groaned as he recalled the memories. He looked over at Tina. "You're okay with this?"

Tina was already taking off her own shirt and then reaching behind her, unclasping her bra. "Uh... Yeah..." she said in an exaggerated fashion. "I just hope that you don't mind if I join in?"

"Hmmmm... let me think about that for a moment..." Andy replied just as sarcastically as he was warming up to the idea. He then felt another pair of hands on him. Carla had gotten off the bed and was undoing his pants from behind him. She reached into his pants and boxers to start stroking him. Mandy dropped to her knees to help him out of his shoes, socks, and pants. Tina, now naked, stepped up to Andy's right to put her hands on his chest and back while craning her neck to kiss him.
The girls then guided him onto the bed to lay down. Mandy took up a position in between his legs, taking his cock into her hands to start sucking on him. Carla joined her to her left while Tina came up on her right. Andy groaned with pleasure at the sight of three naked women all clustered around his cock. Mandy knelt up on her haunches to play with her breasts and Carla took over sucking him off. Then she pulled back and gave Tina a turn sucking on him. When they had his cock lubed up from their saliva, Mandy shuffled forward and lowered herself down onto his hardness.

Carla and Tina crawled up onto the bed alongside of Andy. Carla stroked his chin and guided his face over to her so that she could kiss him. Tina idly dragged her hand around Andy's chest as Mandy placed her hands down on his abdomen as she started to ride him. Andy was a decent size and his cock felt good inside of her. She fluttered her pussy around him and he groaned deeply while he made out with Carla. His arms were draped around her and Tina while Mandy fucked him. Tina leaned in to suck on his left nipple. His hand was stroking her back and she moved up a bit more so that he could feel up her ass. Carla got the idea to raise up onto all fours to shuffle forward. She guided his right hand underneath of her so that he could feel her up. She lifted up her left breast for him to suckle on.

Andy lost control and he came hard inside of Mandy while he let out a guttural groan. "Oh yes..." Mandy gasped, rocking her hips to fuck him harder as his cum gushed up into her. When he was done, Mandy slid off of him and put her head back in between his legs and his cock back into her mouth. She tasted the combination of his salty sperm and her own juices on him as she sucked on him with a lustful moan. Carla slid down and took over sucking on him while Mandy took her place on Andy's right. She moved up to kneel next to him, moving his hand between her legs so that he could rub her mound. His hand felt her stickiness of the mixture of their juices. She leaned in and presented her breasts to him to suck on.

Tina moved down with Carla and the two of them alternated sucking Andy's cock back to life while he felt Mandy up and sucked and licked on her tits. "MMmm," Mandy moaned. "Finger me." Andy obliged her, lifting his middle finger up inside of her. She rocked against his hand as he slid it in and out of her. Meanwhile, Carla and Tina got Andy's cock back up and Carla wasted no time in mounting and riding him. Tina crawled back up to Andy's left and adopted a similar position like Mandy. Andy did the same to her; sliding his hand up under her to feel her up and to finger her slit. He then alternated between taking Mandy's breast into his mouth and taking his wife's breast into his mouth.

Expertly rocking and rolling her hips back and forth, Carla also fluttered her pussy around Andy's shaft. She fingered her clit with one hand while teasing and pinching one of her own breasts with the other. "Oh, Mandy, come here..." she gasped after a while as she rode Andy. "I'm close," she whined. Mandy turned so that she was still within arms-reach for Andy to feel her up. His fingers rhythmically plunged in and out of her sex while Mandy put her head down to lap at Carla's clit while Andy's cock pumped up into her like a piston. "Oh yes..." Carla whimpered. "Just like that. Ohmygod... Cum for me Andy!" she cried out as her body shook with her orgasm.

Just seeing Mandy and Carla go at it like that, while feeling up his wife and Mandy, was intense for him. He let out another long, low, groan as his cock blew up inside of Carla, coating her insides with his thick white seed. Carla shuddered and quivered while her eyes rolled back into her head from the climax. Once both she and Andy were done, she collapsed down on top of his heaving chest. Then when he finally went limp enough to slide out of her, she gave him a kiss on the lips and rolled off.

Mandy's mouth was back on his cock to suck him back to hardness a third time. Tina came back down to help her while Carla made out with Andy. She allowed Andy to feel up her chest while Mandy and Tina worked on his cock. Once they coaxed it back up a third time, Tina hopped on. Mandy moved around to where she was but instead of cuddling up next to Andy, she decided to give him a good show by kneeling up next to Tina to make out with her while sliding a hand down to finger her clit.

"Damn..." Andy croaked, watching his wife make out with another woman. Carla gave him a wicked smile and then knelt on Tina's left to do the same. Tina's head went from Mandy, to Carla, and back again as they alternated kissing. When one wasn't kissing, they were either feeling up Tina's breasts, sucking on them, or fingering her clit. Mandy felt Andy's hand on her thigh, pulling her towards him. She moved to where he wanted and his hand was back up between her legs again. "Move on top of me," he whispered.

Mandy straddled his chest and Andy pulled her up towards him so that he could attack her clit with his tongue while watching his wife overtop of Mandy's round bottom. Mandy moaned and planted her head down into Tina and Andy's loins. Andy's hands came up around Mandy to grope her breasts while Tina and Carla continued to make out and feel each other up while Tina rode her husband. "Ohhhhh," Tina moaned. "Cum for me, babe, I'm close."

"You and me both," Mandy said, shaking her hips up and down for Andy to tongue her slit better. She got off first, her body shaking and shuddering on top of his. Her legs quivered violently and in a small moment she realized just how long it had been since she'd last received oral.

Having got Mandy off, Andy followed suit and his cock blew its third wad of the evening so hard that it hurt. Tina gasped at the intensity of it and it set her off. As Mandy was out of in, Carla had taken over fingering Tina to completion. The four of them moved, writhed, and squirmed in a tangle of sweaty limbs and dripping juices as they enjoyed the final moments of their interlude. Once Tina and Andy came down off of their erotic high, Mandy rolled off of him, Tina collapsed onto his chest, and Carla lay down at the foot of the bed to hold outstretched hands with Mandy.

"Damn..." Andy breathed when they were finally done and they were all laying down with heaving chests and slightly quivering bodies. "Is this what happens at all of those parties?"

"No, not all the time," Carla admitted. "Sometimes it's a lot of one-on-ones. But if you'd like another round, I'm sure we can convince some of the other girls to do this for you. Ashley and Stephy come to mind."

"Maybe we should just do a full out orgy for all the handlers to make up for lost time," Tina suggested. "When Mister Falcon is gone, that is."

"Why wait?" Mandy scoffed. "It's not like he can hold anything more over us all like he's doing now."

*

Later when he finally got home, Brent got undressed and rolled into bed in between Mandy and Carla, who both promptly snuggled up against him. "I have a confession to make," Mandy whispered to him as he settled down.

"What hideous atrocity have you committed this time?" Brent asked playfully as she smiled at him and kissed him gently on the lips.

"While you were still at the party; Carla, Tina, and I had sex with Andy in here as a way to repay him and thank him for all that he's done. They went back to the guest's rooms after we were done and had cleaned up in here."

"Oh good, I was hoping he'd take me up on that offer," Brent said as he stretched and yawned. "Good thing, too, because I don't think I can get it up right now to save my soul."

As he started drifting off his cell phone rang. He groaned and reached for it on the bedstand. "Someone had fucking better be dying..." he grumbled as he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Mister Brent?" a man said on the other end. "This Lieutenant Lynch with Horizon Group. I wanted to let you know that assets you requested are in position and will be standing by for your call. How long should I tell them to wait?"

Brent looked at the clock. It was past Midnight and was now technically Sunday morning. Now that they were ready, he had a couple of things to do. "Show goes down at Seven P.M., Monday. I have assets to place here before I can move. Can they wait that long?"

"Affirmative, sir."

"Good. I'll call then. Thank you." Brent hung up the phone.

"What was that about?" Carla asked sleepily.

Brent smiled and kissed them both on the forehead before laying back on the pillow. "That was the beginning of the end. It might be Halloween week but it's beginning to look like fucking Christmas."

***
CHAPTER 14: Mutually Assured Destruction.

With Toby a step behind and to his left, and a couple of FBI agents in tow, Brent marched right into Mister Falcon's office with a briefcase in his hand and a stern expression on his face the following Monday morning. Everything was now in place and it was time to deliver on all of his promises. Whatever happened to him personally, at the very least Mister Falcon's reign of terror was ending tonight. Falcon wore a bemused expression on his face as Brent charged in. "And a good evening to you too, Mister Hill," he quipped as Brent took a seat across from him.

Opening his briefcase, Brent took out a piece of paper and scrawled a number on it. "Mister Falcon, AKA: Joffrey Peregrine; you're finished with us," he said, all business. "Now, I'm amending my original offer to purchase Mandy's so-called contract with you. This is to encompass her contract, Carla's contract, Tina's contract, and, well, everybody's. I'm sure that you'll find it more than fair." He placed it face down on the desk and slid it over to Falcon. "Now you have two options. Option One; you walk out of here on your own volition. Option Two; I make you walk out of here and into the arms of the two FBI agents that are anxious to talk to you. Either way, you're through in Dallas." With an arched, skeptical eyebrow raised, Falcon picked up the paper and looked at it.

It had a huge zero on it.

"Is this a joke?" Falcon asked, waving it around, now gravely serious. He crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket. "You don't seem to realize what kind of things I can do to you." He opened up a drawer on his desk and pulled out the pictures that he had his photographer take that night at the club when Brent had Mandy and Carla entertain him there. "So, we'll start by releasing these to your family," he said, dropping them on the desk.

Brent made a show of looking through them. "Not bad, but my photographers are better," he pulled out his own pictures of that night where there was a full on shot of Brent and Mandy screwing with Carla just off to the side. "I had this one blown up," he flipped to another one, "and this one with Mandy riding me with her arms over her head was so good that the family actually encouraged her to do some tasteful nude photography. She's out doing the shoot right now with Carla."

"Fine," Falcon said, giving him a sardonic smile. "Your church, then."

"Already taken care of. The entire church leadership has seen these pictures and they now know what you've been doing to the people of our city and I must say that they're not thrilled with you." Brent countered. "You've had inquiries from a new organization called Mary Magdalene Ministries recently, haven't you? Yeah, their mission is to now make sure that adult sex workers are in a safe environment and they're going to be providing resources to them to help them get out of the industry if they so choose. They teamed up with the Jewish, Muslim, Buddhists, and Wiccans in the area so they are also providing ministry services to the workers for the faith of their choice."

"I can get your wife's educational certificates and degrees nullified." Falcon brought out the pictures from Mandy's high school prom night shortly after she turned eighteen.

Brent was impressed at the number of guys involved in the circle jerk while waiting for a blowjob from her. "Huh... no wonder she can suck so well," he observed. "She's been at it a while." He grabbed more photos and tossed them out. "Be sure to send these to Harvard as well and tell the Dean that I said hi. That's his son at the kegger with me at our Frat House, by the way. Then, while we're at it, we'll send these to Yale where you went to school at." More pictures came out of Mister Falcon as a young man screwing a sorority chick senseless while having two more naked girls on each arm. "They don't look like they're enjoying themselves as much as you are."

"Ooookay," Falcon said, getting really serious. "You wanna go down this road with me, fine. Let's go."

"I'm already down the road, I'm just waiting for you to catch up to where I'm at." Brent said, matching the man's glare. Then he pulled out two pictures of two young women. One was dancing in a ballet and the other was in a college classroom.

Falcon froze for just a fraction of a moment. It was just a slight show of emotion but it was there. Brent probably would've missed it had he not been looking. "Are these supposed to mean anything to me?"

"They're your daughters. Photos provided to me by Anonymous." he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Toby, who had positioned himself in the corner. Falcon reared back when he just now noticed that Toby was wearing one of those Guy Fawkes masks that Anonymous was so famous for. "Yeah..." Brent continued on. "You've been on their radar for some time. I'm now their instrument to take you down." Almost as if on cue behind him, Toby nodded.

"No..." Falcon said, shaking his head. "You just have their pictures. You don't know where they're at." he said.

"It wasn't easy getting a PMC team... an American PMC team... across the globe to camp outside of the Bolshoi Ballet Academy in Russia." Brent said casually. "How much are you paying them to keep your daughter from having to sleep with their wealthy patrons? I mean, do you pay them more than what you charge for your girls here? I imagine that if your income dries up then she's fucking the first Russian patron that comes along."

Falcon's fist balled up and Brent knew he was getting under his skin, so he pressed the attack. "Now Juilliard, that was almost TOO easy. But I imagine that your money that you pay for her Russian PMC protection is also what's keeping her out of a Russian Mob Boss's bed, am I right?" Brent pulled out two cell phones and placed them on the desk. "Both teams are standing by for my go or no-go. One word from me and they're either going about their business or they're in bondage and being fucked just like every single girl you've had here. Both teams have orders to capture and dump them off with the closest Mob Boss they can find with YOUR regards."

"I've seen Burn Notice too and I know how the con works." Falcon said. "You're just attempting to bluff.

"Call up your girls and find out," Brent said, giving him a hard look. He then pressed the call buttons on both phones. "This is Mister Hill," he said. "Flash the targets."

Falcon was hitting the call buttons on his own desk phone that patched him through to his girls. It was Eight P.M. in New York and Three A.M in Moscow. Both girls responded at once. "Daddy?" his younger one asked. "Dad? What's up?" his older one wondered.

"Are you girls okay?" Falcon asked them pointedly, clearly distressed now.

"Yeeeeah..." his daughter in Moscow said. "Wait... there's some kind of red light flashing in my window. It looks like someone has a laser and they're shooting it into my room."

"Uhh... yeah," is daughter in New York added. "Same here, what's going on? Are we in danger?"

Falcon looked at Brent, who held up the phones to show FaceChat with his teams. They were flashing their laser sights into the windows of the two girls. Falcon gave a panicked look to Brent. "Call them off, please!" he hissed.

"This is Mister Hill, cease flashing. Standby for further orders." Brent said. The laser sights went dark.

Jaw set, Falcon looked at the evidence arrayed before him and then over at the two speakers where his girls were waiting expectantly on the other end of the phone lines and then back at Brent. "It'll be alright, girls," he told his daughters. "Daddy will make everything alright," he reassured them. "Go back to sleep. I love you."

"Love you daddy!" they both chorused from their respective places in the world before hanging up.

Falcon looked at the speakers for a good, long minute before turning to Brent and smiled. "I knew you had the chops to do it. I just underestimate just how far down the rabbit hole you'd go." He straightened his back, folded his hands, and addressed Brent as an equal. "Name your terms."

"The whole operation gets shut down," Brent said evenly. "I want your victim list. Every single one of your girls gets all the evidence against them back, their slates wiped clean, and you pay them back pay equivalent to what fair rates are in legal brothels and escort agencies. You will also pay their husbands or significant others back if you forced them into indentured servitude as well. I also want your full client list. They're going to be told that business is going to change around here for the better but it might be significantly less than what they're used to."

"They're not going to take too kindly to that."

"I don't care," Brent said flatly. "You've been subjecting these girls for years. Payment's due."

Falcon regarded him in a new light. "Some of my clients won't take too kindly to this. They'll see it as a betrayal of sorts," he said evenly. "Some might even try to hurt me in the physical sense. Some might even go so far as to threaten my girls as you have. Difference is, they might actually do it too." He snorted. "Hell, you might even do it if I'd pushed you far enough. I can see it in your eyes. No, don't even try to lie to me or yourself. You are fully prepared to pull the trigger should things not go your way tonight." He let out a long breath and looked out the window. "If you know that much about me, then you know my reasons."

"Your late wife," Brent answered.

"Yeah..." Nodding in thought, Falcon continued to look out the window. "Do I still have Option One to walk out of here on my own?"

"If you want it."

"Thank you," he said with a smile and a nod. Then he took out a piece of paper and scrawled a long note on it and signed it. Then he took out another piece and scrawled out what looked to be a series of user names and passwords. "These things will be everything you'll need. In a fit of madness while one of my clients is torturing me, I might end up divulging sensitive information that'd put my girls in jeopardy." He finished the second paper and looked up at Brent. "Promise me that you'll keep them safe and unknown from the rest of my enemies?"

Brent nodded. "I swear it."

"And for someone who doesn't do that as a tenement of their faith, that's sayin' something." Falcon said. He slid the papers across to him. "I know you'll do right by these girls." He then stood up and offered his hand to Brent and they shook. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mister Hill." he said before he walked for the window, pushing the door open to go out to the balcony. Before Brent got it though his head what Falcon was doing, he was up and over the railing, disappearing into the darkness below.

Brent and Toby gaped at where he'd just jumped off the balcony then at each other. "I wasn't expecting that..." Toby said.

"Yeah, me either," Brent admitted as he walked over to the door. He handed Toby the papers. "Do what you need to with these and then let the Feds have them," he said before opening the door and calling the Agents in.

The Agents looked around in confusion. "Where'd he go?" they demanded.
Sighing, and thankful that he had a witness, Brent said "Mister Falcon has... left the building."

*

The initial investigation took a week. Brent was immediately cleared of any wrongdoing in Falcon's death as Toby was a witness and Falcon had so many cameras and recorders everywhere that it was easy to find footage on. Peregrine Tower was shut down while every Law Enforcement agency with an acronym descended upon Dallas. The club and escort service was closed up but the restaurants and hotel proper were kept open, operating on a skeleton staff until such time as they could get all the guests out for them to shut down temporarily for the investigation. Brent immediately went into full out crisis mode and started clearing up the past for each and every one of Falcon's victims by making phone calls and conducting meeting after meeting with those that he needed to in order to give people their lives back. He also went into crisis mode to ensure that the legal workers, those who were not involved with Mister Falcon's secret businesses, were fairly paid while they were essentially laid off until he could open things back up.

While Mister Falcon was out of the picture, what the authorities wanted were all of his clients. Brent had a wicked idea. "Well, they're all expecting a party this Saturday for the final Halloween Party of the month before the actual day on Tuesday," he said. "Keep them in the dark about Mister Falcon's suicide and let's give them a party. You'll have them all in one place at the same time."

The plan was hatched and Brent made the proper calls to the clients confirming that the party was still on. The clients were suspicious and Brent came up with an easy line that 'Mister Hill' was taking a more active part in the business and they all chuckled their understanding. Then he made the calls to the girls and the handlers telling them to come to the party. There were groans but then they were curious as he told each and every one of them that they could dress up how they wanted and that the men did not have to use the chastity belts ever again as they were coming to the party as well. Brent's exact words were "burn the fucking belts."

Brent had one last thing to do and that was talk to his Father. Friday afternoon he met with Douglas and sat in his congressional office. "I've been cleared by all of the Law Enforcement agencies that are digging through Mister Falcon's files. They each said that thanks to me it's like they're getting Christmas three months early. None of the girls that I'd had sex with over the past month wanted to levy charges on me." he explained.

"I can't believe that you pulled this off. This was masterful, my boy." Douglas beamed at him. "Now you can..."

"I'm not taking your seat in Congress."

"What?" Douglas blinked at him. "But your plans... OUR plans. You were going to carry the family on in politics just like you did in oil."

"Dad, I have a tarnished record. I, quite literally, have paid off two Russian Mob Bosses to fulfill my promise to Mister Falcon to keep his girls safe until I can get them both back here. I now own a strip club, an escort agency, a hotel, and a restaurant that just had its stars pulled because of this fallout. With the Bunny Ranch Bill going through and Mary Magdalene Ministries taking off, I'm gonna have my hands full as it is. I would be political suicide for the Governor to put me into your seat even temporarily. So just take another year of employment and don't run again."

"Have you lost your marbles, boy?"

"No, actually, I think I have them right where they need to be," Brent countered. "I'm in a position where I think that I can do the most good. Sex sells, dad, and it feels damn good. You should try it sometime. I can give girls with no other recourse but to sell their own bodies, a safe place to live and work. I can provide jobs for hookers, bouncers, health clinicians, maids, cleaners, AND I can do it while promoting education with each of my employees while also promoting religious values by making sure they all have Sunday and Monday off for their weekends to go to church if they so choose. Fuck... with as many hours that they might have to work, I might be able to give them a three-day weekend along with full benefits."

Douglas looked him over and then snickered. "Alright... fine... I can see that not only is your mind made up but I can see that you've thought this through." He then smiled, "So will I be able to sleep with one of your hookers too?" he joked.

"Sure, you just will have to pay like everyone else once you get it legalized," Brent said slyly, "Just tell me where you want your body buried after mom puts a hatchet into your chest for doing that."

***
CHAPTER 15: The Final Masquerade

"Negan?" Mandy asked Brent incredulously when she saw his costume for the evening. "From The Walking Dead? Seriously?"

"I kinda found it fitting considering everything we just went through," Brent admitted. "Besides, it's not like we're expecting to keep clothes on long tonight anyway."

"Good point," Mandy conceded. Her and Carla both decided to dye their hair golden blonde and go as a green and a pink Tinkerbell for the party, neither one of them wearing any kind of underwear underneath of the tight, form fitting skirts.

Brent kissed Mandy lovingly. "You and Carla go down to the Limo. I'll be down with Andy and Tina shortly.

*

Brent brought Tina and Andy into his study before they all had to leave for the party. Andy was dressed like Hugh Hefner and Tina was going as a Playboy Bunny when they heard that they could pick their costumed. They came in, looking around as if Mister Falcon was going to jump out at any time to them. "Come in, please, and sit," Brent said, coming around his desk and offering them both a chair. He helped Tina into hers and shook hands with Andy before he went over to the wet bar. "Drinks?" They both shook their heads no.

He returned to the desk and sat down, sliding a manila envelope across the desk to them. "This is everything that Mister Falcon had on the two of you. Everyone else is getting theirs at the party, I wanted to give this to you first. Inside you'll find all the evidence that he held over your head, a certified check for fair wages for you both for the time that you both spent under his thumb, and a deposit slip in there for money that I personally put into your bank account to be held in trust until your daughter turns eighteen and is ready for the college of her choice. It will accumulate interest and should be able to cover tuition from anything to the local community college all the way up to Harvard or Yale with money left over." he explained.

Their jaws dropped as they started rummaging through the envelope and saw the amounts. They then gaped at him. "But... why?" Andy asked.

Folding his hands on the desk, Brent took a deep breath. "I know that we went through this twice already; once with just me and Tina here and then again with the Feds this past week. There is nothing that I can do to even begin to ask for your forgiveness. All I can do is make reparations the best I can, set you both up, and then offer you continued employment with any one of my companies of your choice. As long as you want it, you will always have a job with me. I wanted to do this... to apologize... immediately after once I figured that it was you two that were informing Mister Falcon. I wish..." his voice hitched for a moment. "I really wish that I could've not had sex with Tina that night. I wish that I could've stopped the party right then and there and let all of you girls loose. But there was no way that I could and for that, I am truly sorry. I will understand if either of you want to leave my employment..."

Both of them looked like they were ready to cry. "Well..." Andy said at last after an uncomfortable silence, "I think the fact that we were spying on you for Mister Falcon and we both had to look at Miss Mandy naked a lot of times to see if she still had her plug in her kinda makes us even." He then let out a rueful laugh. "Well, that and that orgy we had in your room last Saturday with Missus Mandy." Brent shared the laugh.

"It actually feels weird to not have the plug in anymore," Tina added. "So, what happens now? We were both supposed to work the party tonight at the Tower."

"You're serious that I don't need that damn belt anymore?" Andy asked.

"The party is free for all to join with their proper spouses, including you two," Brent smiled. "Seeing as how I now own all of Mister Falcon's assets, I get to dictate the party. No one is serving against their will anymore. No one is putting out against their will. If people want to swing or wife swap at MY party; more power to them so long as it's consensual between everybody."

"What about Mister Falcon's clients?" Andy asked.

"I've already got them covered." Brent smiled. "So, how's about the five us all pile into the limo and go to a REAL sex party?"

*

"Good Evening, Gentlemen," Brent said happily as he entered the huge boardroom that was lined with men all wearing masks while sitting at the conference table. He put his prop Lucille bat on the table and looked over the assembly of Mister Falcon's clients. "I've called you all here tonight to let you know that business in this building, as you know it, is officially over."

"You're not Mister Falcon," one man said, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Mister Falcon is dead. He jumped out of his office window Monday night," Brent said, picking up a remote and clicking the flatscreen on. The pages of the local newspapers announcing Mister Falcon's suicide came up. The headlines from Monday just said 'local businessman' and the pages for tomorrow morning's front page named Joffrey Peregrine as the man, announced the investigation and his ties with sex trafficking. The assembled men all recoiled in shock and horror. Brent stood at the head of the table. "Now, each of you have one thing in common is that you were all backing Mister Falcon in his shady dealing and helping keep the women here enslaved." He waved down the protests. "Now, now, no need to be modest or to play innocent with me. You see, I know which people at the party were his guests and which ones, like me, were there against their will."

"If you participated, you're just as guilty as we are!" one man from the opposite end chimed in.

"Ah, but you see, I have something all along that you didn't; Consent." Brent smiled. "You see; each girl that Mister Falcon forced me onto I asked for their consent each time, and apologized profusely for doing it. Over the course of the week I called all of the girls together, re-introduced myself to them, and asked for each one of the ones that I had sex with, in one form or another, to come forward. Then, in front of Police Officers, Sheriffs, Texas Rangers, and FBI Agents, I offered myself up to them if they wanted to press charges against me, since I viewed that their consent was given under duress, and promised that I wouldn't fight it. None of them wanted to and they even vouched on my behalf to the authorities."

Brent smirked and leaned on the table. "Can any of you here say the same thing?" He then walked over to the door that he'd come in at, opened it, and motioned to the people outside. "Now, these fine ladies and gentlemen want to ask all of you some really hard questions that's probably going to take up the next ten to twenty years of your life," he said as the legion of law enforcement officials from each of the branches that he'd named off filed in. "Happy Halloween, gents!" Brent proclaimed as he picked up Lucille and headed out the door. "It's time to take the masks off!"

***
CHAPTER 16: The Party Really Starts

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!" Brent declared from atop the pedestal that was occupied by Mister Falcon the last three times. "It's been a long month and we've finally made it to All Hallows Eve itself! You'll notice a change in the guest list and you'll notice that there is no one waiting behind me," he said with a big smile. "As many of you have no doubt heard on the news, and from me, and from the various authorities who came by to interview us all this past week; Mister Falcon is dead. What's more, his clients are downstairs in the boardroom on the fifth floor getting interrogated and possibly even arrested by the authorities as we speak."

There were stares of disbelief at that announcement. Brent smiled to them and gestured to a table off to the side next to a controlled fire barrel. He hopped off of the pedestal and walked over to it, picking up an envelope with his name on it. "These all have your names on them and they contain all the evidence against you. This one, has my name on it. Do with these as you will. As for me," he dropped it into the fire barrel. "Now I do urge you, however, to look inside of them first. Inside you'll also find deposit slips. Money has been taken out of Mister Falcons accounts and put into your primary accounts as proper reimbursement for sex workers and labor workers as compared to people in similar lines of work across the globe. I actually had to compare rates for both the Bunny Ranch in Nevada and those for the Red Light District in the Netherlands to find out what prostitutes are legally paid. Let me tell you; it's a lot."

Brent headed back to the pedestal. "So, let's celebrate the Celtic New Year of Samhain, the Day of the Dead, All Saints Day, and All Hallows Eve in style! This is a rebirth for us all. No more servitude. No more forced sex parties. The only sex that happens now is between consenting parties. After you get your envelope and have a bite to eat and you want to leave, you are free to do so. If you want to stay and enjoy the company of your significant other, then please, by all means, use one of the rooms here. If you want to proposition someone else here and get an orgy going on, then please feel free. This evening is now yours to enjoy!"

No one moved at first as they didn't dare to believe. It was Bella and Ramon, dressed as Anthony and Cleopatra, who took the first tentative steps over to the table of envelopes and found their names on one. Bella opened it up and looked over the contents with him. Their eyes went wide and she cried out "Ay Dios Mio!" at the top of her lungs. She joyfully threw her arms around Ramon and kissed him passionately while giggling uncontrollably. Then she rushed over to Brent and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek before running back to Ramon. They pocketed a couple of items and then gleefully threw the rest into the fire barrel.

Ramon came over to Brent, shook his hand, and then hugged him. "You are God Sent, Senor. Gracias... Gracias!" he said with tears in his eyes. Then he looked at the crowd. "Mi Familia is coming up legally from Mexico to immigrate! My in-laws will be taking their oath of citizenship on Monday!" he announced before they left the party arm-in-arm.

People cheered at that and then started filing over to find their envelopes. Piper, in a schoolgirl outfit, found hers, her eyes going wide at the contents. She came over to hug Brent before throwing her envelope into the fire and darting out the door as fast as her legs could carry her. Stephy was right behind her, wearing a Baywatch swimsuit. Stephy kissed Brent full on in the mouth before starting to try and take his clothes off. "Save it for later, other people are lining up," Brent teased her.

"Think I could still be an escort for you?" She asked.

"Apply downstairs on Monday," he said with a wink. "I'll put in a good word for you with the owner."

"Hope that goes for me too," Ashley said as she walked up behind Stephy. She was dressed up like a slutty businesswoman. "But thank you for this," she tossed her envelope into the fire. "You know that I liked being blackmailed," she whispered, pouting, into his ear. "I liked being a slave."

"I have a sybian with a dildo, a strap-on for my wife, and my dick down your throat with your name on it tonight, slave," Brent whispered back to her. "Then you're going to be a special BDSM Prostitute for me once it gets legalized. Apply downstairs on Monday." Ashley shivered and cooed with delight as she moved on. She saw Stephy and the two of them went into a corner to make out in the meantime.

The procession continued on as people got their evidence, looked at the payout amounts and other favors that Brent did to ease the burdens on their lives, and burned their blackmail before thanking him profusely. Brent chatted with them, shook hands, hugged, kissed, whatever as they moved through. After the last couple had talked with him, Brent noticed that while some people had left, quite a few had stayed for the party. A lot of the single women whose significant others had left them wound up gravitating to couples whose ladies were allowing their men to enjoy the parties as they had in the past. Carla was giving one man a blowjob while his wife made out with him. From the looks of the costumes it might've been Andy and Tina. Mandy was talking with Eboni and her husband. She giggled and then the three of them were heading off to a side room.

Brent mingled around, enjoying the fact that he, Mandy, Carla, and Toby had been able to free them all from Mister Falcon's oppressive grip. Toby, being the only single guy here by virtue of his assistance, was in the corner as, of course, Guy Fawkes, chatting with Sierra who was dressed up as a Greek goddess. Brent paused by them and whispered into Sierra's ear, making it loud enough for him to hear. "If you're going to sleep with him, fuck him good for me. If it wasn't for his invaluable help and insight, this wouldn't have been possible."

"Seriously?" Sierra asked, looking at Toby in a whole new light now. She then ripped his mask off and, while ignoring his geeky face, threw herself onto his lap and kissed him passionately. Then she was hiking up her skirts to start gyrating her bare pussy on his pants.

"Thanks Boss!" Toby waved and gasped from underneath of her as Brent walked on with a smile on his face. Sierra was then shoving her breasts into his chest and driving her tongue into his mouth so deep that Brent swore she was checking to see if he had tonsils or not. He wished them the best of luck as Sierra loved a hero and Toby desperately needed to get laid.

Ashley and Stephy were now going at it with two other wives and their husbands. The husbands were fucking the two redheads with glee as their wives kissed them or fondled them or the girls... or each other for that matter.

Brent sat down in a corner, reveling in the happy faces all around them. The guys were getting to participate for once and the girls got to choose the partners that they wanted, eagerly paying back the men who'd taken care of them while being tortured themselves for so long.

Andy and Tina walked up, "You're out of place over here all alone, sir," Tina said with a smile on her face. "You should be enjoying along with us?"

"Probably wouldn't be best if I slept with my employees," Brent smiled at them.

"Well, as someone recently told me; I think that we're past that point," Andy laughed. "Tina and I have been talking and she wants to give you a proper lay. Besides, I've already had one round tonight with Carla."

"I appreciate all that you've done for us," Tina said, "and it was so noble what you did for me at the second party that I wanted you to have me properly."

When Brent's eyes flicked up to Andy, he laughed. "Don't worry about me, sir," he motioned over to two Latina girls named Isabella and Valeria, both dressed like college co-ed cheerleaders as if they stepped out of the Pentatonix video of the same name, smiled, laughed between each other, and waved his way. "I've had a soft spot for the twins and always made it a point to take extra care of them whenever I was called in here... outside of Tina, that is," he kissed his wife on the back of the head before heading over to where they were waiting at.
Tina spread her arms open a bit in invitation while striking a bit of a sultry pose. Brent shook his head and chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all and stood up. She took him by the hand and led him to one of the side rooms. Once inside she backed up to the bed, pulling him along. Tina fell back onto the bed and Brent allowed himself to go down with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

Brent took over as he scooted into position in between her spread thighs. He moaned as he ground his groin down into hers. She moaned right along with him, gyrating her body against his. He was already hard from watching the orgy around the penthouse. Reaching down between them, the hastily opened up the fly of his jeans to pull his cock out. Without waiting he then pulled the crotch of her bunny leotard aside to gain access to her most intimate folds and drove into her. Tina arched her back and let out a loud "OHHHH!" as his cock speared into her.

Wrapping her legs up around his waist and hooking her ankles behind his back, Tina held him close as he started to move inside of her. His kissing went from her lips to the side of her neck where he started to suck. One hand drifted up the side of her body to pull the cups of her leotard down so that he could have access to her beautiful apple-sized breasts. Fondling her smallish breast confirmed his suspicion as to why she'd been put into the busty Jessica Rabbit latex costume the previous week; she was a petite woman put into a curvier latex body by Mister Falcon to shame her.

In Brent's opinion, she was beautiful the way she was and he hoped that she realized that.

"Ohhh... Mmm... yessss... please..." Tina was moaning as he slowly fucked her while he played with her breast. He leaned back so that he could pull her leotard down more to expose her other breast so that he could then attack it with his mouth. "Oh! GOD! Yes!" she cried out the moment he started sucking on it.

On a whim, he pulled out of her and shucked his bomber jacket and shirt off, flipped her over to put her onto all fours, and pushed his cock back into her. He then placed her hands up on the wall for her to push back against him with, leaving her tits to dangle underneath of her. He then groped both of them, pinching and rolling her nipples in his fingers, while he resumed sucking on the back of her neck.

Shaking and trembling, Tina let out a long, guttural "Oooohhhh Goooodddddd..." as her eyes rolled back into her head and she came hard. Her legs quivered and bucked back against him as he continued to drive into her while she was in the throes of her orgasm. He felt her pussy flutter open and close around his cock, gripping him tighter than ever. He gave her a good five thrusts before he went spiraling over the edge with her. Brent grit his teeth and let out a hard grunt as his seed went pumping into her.

Once they were done, they collapsed in a heap on the bed, both panting and moaning. Tina recovered first, giving him a sweet smile and a peck on the lips before readjusting her costume and heading for the door. "I'd stay some more, sir, but I did promise others a lay before the party's over."

"Don't worry on my account," Brent said with a light wave before she disappeared out the door.

Ashley came in as soon as Tina had left, the two nearly bumping into each other. "There you are! I've been looking for you! You promised me a ride on the sybian!" She admonished him with a wicked smile on her face. Her costume skirt was down but the business suit halter top was still wide open with her breasts dangling out.

"You were busy!" Brent playfully protested as he rolled off the bed and started hiking down his pants to take them off. "Get those clothes off, woman."

"Keep your pants and boots on, at least," Ashley replied as she stripped naked inside of ten seconds. "I want the visual of being forced by Negan... and don't be too gentle about it! Show me what you got!"

Brent shrugged and then hauled out the sybian in the room before getting a few implements and toys off of the walls that he wanted to try out with Ashley. Ashley got out a bottle of baby oil and started lubing up her ass inside and out before doing her pubis and pussy. Brent put the double dildo attachment onto the sybian and then helped her down onto it. Then he put leather cuffs just below her knees and on her ankles to clip them down to the sybian's open base where there were a couple of eye hooks at. Then shackled her hands behind her back with leather cuffs, attaching a chain from them down behind her to her ankles so she couldn't lean forward too far. Ashley closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure at the feeling of absolute helplessness.

To complete the look, Brent put a ring gag into her mouth before stepping back to admire the view. He then got a couple of magnetic nipple clamps that he'd found and attached them to her still hard nipples. Ashley's eyes rolled in her head as they roughly pinched the sensitive nubs on her breasts. Once he was satisfied with his work, he turned the sybian on up to it's highest level. Ashley bucked and screamed, twisting her torso all over at the suddenness of the intense vibrating before she settled down into a more "Engh! Engh! Engh!" series of whimpering from behind her gag. Her abdomen shook and convulsed as her body adjusted to the erotic attack on her clit, pussy, and ass.

Enjoying the view, Brent then grabbed a padded paddle. Ever since being introduced to BDSM this month, he'd been reading more and more into this strange, erotic new world. He definitely wanted to experiment more with someone experienced like Ashley before trying something like this on Mandy or Carla. He stood next to Ashley, stroking her dark red hair. She laid her head on his thigh, looking up at him pathetically as she whimpered. He smiled down at her and then brought the paddle down onto her right butt cheek. Ashley squealed and rocked on the sybian before coming back to rest her head back on his thigh. "Arrrder!" she demanded through her gag.

"Harder?" he asked. She nodded and he delivered. This time getting her left butt cheek. Another squeal and a moan before she repeated her demand. Brent thwacked her again with the paddle and this time she let out a moan of affirmation that he'd got the right amount of force for her paddling.

Spanking her with the paddle, listening to her moan and squeal, and watching her body jerk and jiggle got Brent aroused in a way that he didn't think was possible. He'd always considered himself a dominant but realized that he hadn't really been one until the start of this month when women were giving up their sexual control to him. Mandy in trusting him with her darkest secret and her well-being afterwards. Carla in giving him complete control of her life both in the bedroom and out. Tina in giving him her virtue even though she didn't need to. Ashley in giving up complete control of her body for him to use. And so on and so forth.

In that moment as he was now sliding his hard cock down Ashley's throat while he paddled her, he realized that Mister Falcon had it wrong all along. Power wasn't using what you knew about people over them. Power was what you did for others to gain their trust and then not betraying that trust. Power, like government, came from the people who give their consent for one to use it. For Brent it was an exquisite, yet scary feeling all at once. He grabbed the back of Ashley's head and started fucking her face while occasionally spanking her ass to goad her on and get her to buck on the sybian. Ashley looked up at him with total devotion in her eyes as if she wanted to bear his children right then and there.

He stared right back into her submissive eyes. "Cum, Slave," he ordered her in a commanding voice. Almost instantly her eyes rolled back into her head as the orgasm hit her with such a force that Brent realized that she must've been holding it back this entire time. She came so hard that she wound up arching backwards as she passed out.

Brent immediately turned the sybian off, unlatched her from the machine, and yanked the gag off of her head as he gently laid her out on the ground. "Ashley!" he called out in concern. "Wake up! You okay?" he asked as he gently slapped her on the face to rouse her. For a moment he wondered if he needed to call 9-1-1 and was about to when she finally let out a moan and looked up at him with a goofy grin on her face.

"I knew you had it in you..." she purred.

"Jesus Christ... don't scare me like that!" Brent admonished her.

"I'm fine... but you're not," she said, reaching under him and tugging on his still hard cock. "This needs to be seen to. Fuck my pussy, please, master," she begged.

Relieved that she was now back to herself, Brent obliged her; mounting her right there on the floor and pounding her hard until he came deep inside of her. Ashely moaned and squeezed his cock with her pussy as it throbbed inside of her. Once he was spent, he sank down onto her body, using her massive breasts as pillows as they caught their breath. "Mmmm..." she purred again while running a hand though his hair. "That felt good."

"That it did," Brent agreed, lifting up long enough to kiss the tips of each breasts before standing and helping her up. Ashley gave him a long, passionate kiss before gathering up her costume and walking out on wobbly legs.

Brent cleaned up, got his costume top back on, and went back out to the party.

*

While her husband was off milling around the party, Mandy went to a back bedroom with Eboni and her husband, Tyler. Tyler was just a bit taller and muscular than Brent was and he had a slightly darker skin tone than Eboni's milk chocolate complexion. He was always sweet and kind to Mandy whenever she had to come in during a weekday to service a client. So, she chose him first to repay along with Eboni's condition that she be in the room to participate. Mandy laughed with giddiness at the suggestion and it was off to the room that they went.

At Mandy's request, Tyler stayed in his Khal Drogo costume while Eboni stayed in her Slave Leia outfit. Upon entering the room, Eboni laid out on the bed, pulling her slave skirt aside to reveal her smooth bare mound. Mandy immediately climbed up with her, head diving down for Eboni's pussy to cover it with her mouth. Eboni sighed and moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her hand into Mandy's hair to keep her in place.

Tyler, in the meantime, sidled up to Mandy's upraised ass to flip her green Tinkerbell skirt up. He rubbed his hand up and down Mandy's equally smooth mound before crooking his finger inside of her. She was already wet and she parted her thighs for him. "No, keep them closed," he told her and she put her legs back together. Having already been hard at the prospect of fucking the white girl who was smaller and daintier than his wife, Tyler was already hard. He pulled his thick, long cock out and eased into Mandy.

Mandy's toes curled within her Tinkerbell slippers and she kicked a little bit as his large cock slid into her inch by inch, slowly stretching her wide. She moaned overtop of Eboni's mound, continuing to lap at her slit while she was being penetrated. Tyler reached up and pulled down Mandy's costume top, making her breasts spill out. "Mmmmm... these are some fine titties..." he mused as he groped and squeezed them while Mandy moaned again with pleasure.

"Good idea, baby" Eboni said, reaching behind her to untie the straps to her metal bikini before lifting it to expose her own breasts. "Mandy, girl, get those hands up here." Mandy complied, putting her hands up onto Eboni's breasts to start playing with her nipples. "Oh God... right there..." Eboni breathed, arching her back.

"Damn, that's a fine sight..." Tyler said as he fucked Mandy while watching her go down and feel up his wife. "You girls keep this up and I'm gonna blow."

"Go ahead, baby," Eboni smiled at him. "This is all for you."

Tyler let out a lustful groan as he picked up the pace in fucking Mandy. Mandy was soon whimpering and squeaking in time with his deep thrusts into her as his cock continually slammed into her cervix. So when Tyler finally blew his massive load out into her, Mandy came right along with him. She let out a long, drawn out, high pitched squeal as his cum pumped into her and flooded her womb with such a force that she didn't think was even possible. Tyler let out a savage roar followed by a long sigh of relief as months of pent up sexual tension was unleashed all at once. Meanwhile, Mandy's thighs were quivering and her lower legs were kicking as it was the only thing she could do while she was held by Tyler and Eboni. Her world went white from the intensity of the orgasm as Tyler's cock thundered inside of her endlessly.

Once they came down off of their orgasms, they got cleaned up. Then Tyler asked for a show while he recovered in a lounger so Mandy and Eboni gave him an erotic striptease while making out with one another. Once they were out of their respective costumes, they crawled over to him and proceeded to suck him off, even going so far as to keep their lips pressed together while sliding their mouths over his cock together. When he was hard, Eboni hopped up onto his lap and impaled herself onto his cock.

At their instance, Mandy got a strap-on, lubed it up and slid it up Eboni's ass. Eboni let out a gasp and sigh of relief at being double penetrated by her and Tyler. They let Eboni control the action and all Mandy had to do was stand there with her arms around her. Tyler directed her to hold Eboni's breasts while he reached around to play with the underside of Mandy's tits. Eboni twisted her head and started planting kisses onto Mandy's cheek. Mandy turned her head and the two started kissing while Eboni fucked herself silly.

This time, Tyler was able to hold out until his wife came. The moment he felt her pussy quiver and contract around his cock, he let loose his torrent of cum into her. Eboni screamed in ecstasy as this time she trashed between Tyler and Mandy. Once they were done, they cleaned up, gave each other passionate kisses, and headed back out to the party.

***
CHAPTER 17: Perfect End to a Perfect Evening

The Latina Twins, as Andy had dubbed them, looked like Kristin from Penatonix stepped out of the "Cheerleader" music video and duplicated into two people. The moment Brent was out of the room he'd been in with Tina and Ashley, they'd pounced on him. Isabella and Valeria pushed him back into the suite and attacked him with such a vigor that Brent swore that his leather costume was going to be ripped off of his body instead of simply taken off. Valeria impaled herself onto Brent's cock first while Isabella straddled his face to have him eat her out. Once Valeria had gotten off on his cock, she switched places with Isabella.

Brent licked and fucked them to two orgasms apiece and once he'd came, they were on their knees in front of him, mouths open, begging for his cum to be shot in. He got off twice from their blowjobs before they thanked him, kissed him passionately, and moved off to service more of the guys that evening.

*

Carla found Tyler and Eboni shortly after they were done with Mandy. Tyler was more than happy to accept Carla's blowjob right there in the middle of the main area. When he'd gotten hard, he took her up the ass while Eboni was on her knees in front of Carla, eating her pussy out until the strawberry blonde girl was orgasming uncontrollably right there in front of everyone. Then they cleaned Tyler's cock up and it was Eboni's turn to be fucked and licked to an orgasm in the middle of the room in full view of those who were interested enough to watch.

*

Mandy found the four handlers who had been responsible for cleaning the girls for the parties, both inside and out. After introducing herself (something not needed, really, as they knew who she was... intimately), she found out that their names were Jason, Aaron, Rich, and Conner. Their wives were Tiffany, Maggie (or 'Mags'), Lori, and Bree, respectively. Tiffany, as it turned out, was the blonde that Brent had been forced to get a blowjob from at the first party and was the first one to come forward to clear his name.

The four couples had been talking and idly playing with one another when Mandy came up to them and expressed her interest in giving herself over to the men to do with as they pleased by way of thanking them and repaying them. The standard declines came first but when Mandy insisted, and even suggested that they tie her up and do with her as they pleased for as long as they wanted, they formulated an idea. The nine of them then promptly went downstairs to one of the larger suites.

The men oiled Mandy's body up from head to toe, put leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and then put a ball gag in her mouth and a plug up her ass. They moved with such precision and efficiency that it surprised Mandy. But then the more she thought about it the more it made sense as it was teamwork born out of necessity to protect their women. Once she was prepared, they put her on the bed and latched her limbs to the four corners, spreading her open wide.

With the women giving them blowjobs to fluff them up, the men got into line. Jason went first when he got to hardness thanks to his wife, Tiffany. As he mounted Mandy, he quipped that the others could've gone first if their wives sucked as well as his did. It got him friendly smiles and middle fingers pointed his way. Tiffany smiled and beamed at the compliment from her man. Jason smiled down at Mandy. "I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't dreamed about doing this with you," he said warmly.

Mandy managed to smile up at him despite the ball gag in her mouth. It gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling inside of her belly... and her loins... to hear compliments that others lust after her in such a way. When Jason then pushed into her, her toes curled and her legs shook as his cock penetrated all the way into her pussy. Jason groaned with pleasure has his cock slid into her and he ground his hips into hers in a circular motion. Mandy's eyes rolled and her eyelashes fluttered as she groaned in response.

Jason planted his hands on either side of her head, looked down into her eyes, and drove into her. He pumped his hips into her, slowly at first, and then sped up. Mandy's body rocked in time with his thrusts and the mattress rocking underneath of them. "Mpgh... Mmph... Mmph..." Mandy grunted as Jason's cock continually plowed into her hard and fast. "Uuuuunnngh..." she then groaned as his cock began to pump his cum into her and she felt his warm semen start to fill her up.

Above her, Jason let out a long sigh of relief as his balls drained and then leaned over to give her a kiss over the ball gag and then on her cheek. "Thank you..." he breathed as he rolled off of her.

Rich was next and was climbing up onto the bed as Jason was rolling off. As Jason went to the back of the 'fluff line' to get a blowjob from Bree, Rich slid easily inside of Mandy. The girls had arranged themselves in order from the bed; Tiffany, Lori, Mags, and Bree with the guys moving closer to the bed per girl to blow them as their buddy was fucking Mandy. Rich grabbed one of her breasts in one hand while lowering his mouth to suck on the other while he steadily plowed into her. Mandy let out another long groan as her breasts were now getting attention while her pussy was being drilled.

Mandy was surprised at how close she'd gotten with Jason and was on the edge. But then again, with a plug back up her ass, she was getting double penetrated every time a cock went into her. With Rich now having her while sucking and fondling her breasts, she was sure she was going to cum this time. "Mmmmmph!" she moaned from behind her gag as she arched her back as much as possible while being spread-eagled. Her pussy contracted around Rich's cock as she got closer and closer. Finally, Rich thrust into her just right and she came hard, body shaking and straining in her bonds. Rich let out a murmur of approval and started vigorously fucking her while she was in the throes of her climax before coming himself.
Aaron was next and was inside of her before she had a chance to come down off of her erotic high. While her mind was still hazy, she gave out a questioning squeak behind her gag as Aaron shoved his cock into her. She squealed as her pussy was now a bit more sensitive now that she'd gotten off once and had another member inside of her so quickly thereafter. As Jason moved up from Bree to Mags for his fluffing and Rich shoved his cock into Bree's mouth, Aaron was kneeling up as he fucked Mandy slowly. He placed his hands up onto her sweet breasts and proceeded to lightly brush his thumbs up and down over her sensitive nubs.

As Lori had her mouth full with Conner's cock, Tiffany was currently the odd girl out. Her gaze went over the wall of toys and she got a wicked idea. She picked one of the double ended strap-ons and shoved it up into her own pussy, threaded it through the harness thong, and strapped it into place so that it looked like she had a giant purple dong. Then she gave her friends a wink and cut into the line behind Conner. The other three girls brightened up at that and as they got the men hard, they too went to the wall to grab one as well to shove into their sex and strap into place.

Aaron came inside of Mandy's pussy at the same time he managed to force her body to climax in such a short time. Mandy squealed, toes curling and arms and legs straining once again as her body exploded. Aaron grunted and hissed with pleasure as his cum spurt forth into her. Conner, getting impatient for his turn, batted Aaron on the shoulder to get him off of Mandy. Aaron rolled off and Conner drove into her. Mandy let out a deep, guttural groan as his cock penetrated her hard and fast. Like Jason, Conner fucked her hard, and fast, and deep, all the while not caring that he was getting sloppy fourths.

Mandy was reduced to a series of "Ungh... ungh... ungh..." grunts as her pussy was pounded like a jackhammer. Conner, by far, was the fastest. He came within mere moments of sliding into her. He arched his back, drove his cock into her all the way to the hilt, and held it there as his cum splashed all over her inner walls. Mandy let out a low moan as her body trembled from being close to her own orgasm once again.

She was given a moment's respite before, much to her surprise, Tiffany climbed up and mounted her. Tiffany worked the free end of the dildo into Mandy and then molded her body to the bound girl. "Still good to go?" she asked sweetly. Mandy nodded and gyrated against her, reveling in the feel of their breasts pressing together. "Good," Tiffany smiled, kissing her on the cheek and then proceeding to fuck her as well. Tiffany expertly rolled her body against Mandy in such a way that their breasts and nipples continually brushed each other. "Ooooh, God, that feels good..." she moaned. Then she looked back at the men who were in line getting fluffed. "I need a cock in my ass."

Jason was about to get up and oblige his wife when Aaron pulled him back by the shoulder. "You get to go home with her. Let me," Aaron said. "Fuck one of the others in the ass when they get up." Jason bobbled his head and then relented, gesturing to the bed for him. Aaron hopped up and, thanks to his cock being well lubed from the women's blowjobs, he sank easily up into Tiffany's tight ass. He straddled her like a porn star and proceeded to fuck her, balls slapping up against the underside of her strap-on thong. Tiffany moaned with pleasure while Mandy could only lie there and take it.

Tiffany came first, moaning with pleasure as she was pinned between Aaron and Mandy. Mandy followed suit a moment later as Aaron's downward thrusts into Tiffany, in turn, drove Tiffany and her strap-on down into her, the weight of the two of them nearly crushing her. Her pussy convulsed and then the orgasm slammed through her. Aaron pulled out of Tiffany's round ass long enough to let her up and to clean his cock off. Then he was down inside of Mandy as Tiffany rolled off of the bed and lay on the floor, spent. Aaron didn't last long inside of Mandy and he was blowing his load into her a minute later.

Lori mounted Mandy next with Jason kneeling behind her to take her up the ass. Lori took the ball gag out of Mandy's mouth so that she could make out with her while allowing Jason to control the action with his slow, deliberate thrusts into her bottom. His hands reached around to feel up Lori's firm tits as he steadily fucked her. Lori moaned as she was plowed, the dildo up her pussy and the cock moving in her ass. She placed her own hands onto Mandy's breasts to play with them as they kissed.

Mandy was now hypersensitive and every thrust into her from the ribbed dildo that Lori had chosen was like tiny diamonds dragging across her innermost flesh. Every pore on her body seemed to be open, and her skin seemed to be prickled all over with goosebumps. Sweat mingled in the air from their bodies and just the tiny moments over her sweaty, oiled body seemed to threaten to send her to another orgasm. She was taken back to last week at the latex costume party when she was reduced to nothing more than a fuckdoll. She moaned and mewed pathetically underneath of them as she was relentlessly fucked. Her body shuddered as a tiny orgasm ripped through her while Lori and Jason were fucking over her.

Jason couldn't hold out for Mandy as he soon came into Lori's ass. Lori moaned and then her body trembled as she then joined the two of them in erotic bliss. When they were done, Rich moved up to Mandy's head to face fuck her while Bree shoved her strap-on into Mandy. The two of them fondled each other and made out while they fucked Mandy. Mandy had another small orgasm rip through her before Bree got herself off and Rich moved to her pussy to finish off inside of her.

Then it was Conner and Mags' turn. Mags decided to take the strap-on off and straddled Mandy's head while Conner fucked the tied-down girl. While she got her pussy eaten by Mandy, Mags lifted her breasts up for Conner to suck on. He greedily did so, all the while driving his cock hard and deep into Mandy's well-fucked pussy. By the time he came, Mandy was quivering from a hard orgasm as Mags had then leaned in to lap at her clit while Conner's cock had been thrusting into her.

By the time they were all done having her, Mandy swore that she'd never be able to move again. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had. The men released her from the cuffs and eased the plug out of her butt. Then they took her to the bathroom to clean her up in the shower while they made out with her and she idly stroked them; their hands all over her body at once while they were under the spray together. She couldn't resist one last blowjob, switching from man to man while her hands were busy stroking them off, until they each came one last time, blowing their loads onto her while she knelt in the middle of them in the bottom of the shower.

She was cleaned up again and they took her back out to the main room where they rubbed her down, this time giving her a deep tissue massage while the ladies idly chatted and made out nearby. As her body sighed with relief and contentment, Mandy briefly wondered how Brent and Carla would feel if she did this for a living.


*

Late in the evening the penthouse of the Peregrine Tower was now falling quiet as people either left for the evening or took Brent up on his offer to sleep within one of the many 'client rooms' for the night, free of charge, with complementary breakfasts to be sent to their rooms the following morning. After finding them whispering to each other in a corner, Brent walked with Mandy and Carla under each arm towards the master bedroom suite of the floor. Along the way they passed by Toby and Sierra who were still fucking like bunnies. Although this time, Toby had a stark-naked Sierra pressed up against the glass with her hair pulled as he relentlessly pounded her as Sierra kept chanting his name along with variations of "Oh yes, please harder, just like that!"

Brent got his first look at the master suite and whistled in appreciation. Mood lighting, a grotto pool with a waterfall, plush lounge chairs, and a four-post bed large enough to hold a platoon were the prominent features. Mandy and Carla shuddered from the bad memories of the place. "Now girls, what better way to exorcise the demons than to make your own happy memories here?" he told them.

Each of them were achy and sore in a good, well fucked way. Brent led them to the grotto pool and eased into the warm water. The girls followed suit, sighing as the water soothed their bodies. Mandy and Carla each laid their heads on one of Brent's shoulders while he draped his arms over their shoulders. His hands drifted down to cup one of their breasts. It was an odd feeling for him; his wife under one arm and their mistress under the other. But at the same time, it felt oddly right for him. He figured it was right for the girls as well as they were holding hands under the water right over his groin.

After a few long minutes of relaxing silence, Brent felt their hands on his manhood, idly stroking him. Brent moaned as his cock rose to the occasion once again. As their hands worked on him, he returned the gesture by actively squeezing and teasing their tits. When he was hard, it was Carla who slid onto his lap and down his cock as if there were some predetermined agreement between her and Mandy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looked dead into his eyes, and whispered "I love you."

Momentarily taken aback, Brent's eyes flicked to Mandy who had moved behind Carla and subtly nodded. "I... I love you too," he admitted. Then he pointedly looked at Mandy, "and I love you."

"And I love you both," Mandy said, cozying up behind Carla and nibbling on her ear before leaning in and stealing a quick kiss from Carla and then Brent. Brent then, in turn, kissed Carla.

No more words were needed to be said between the three of them. It was now firmly out in the open and official; they were now a family unit. While they might not be able to officially tie the knot, or have a nifty piece of paper to give Carla any kind of legal status, but for all intents and purposes Carla was now wife to both him and Mandy. Right or wrong, it was now damn the religious torpedoes and full speed ahead from here on out.

That sort of declaration was oddly liberating. He kissed Carla again, this time with more fire and passion as she slowly rode him. Mandy reached around Carla's body to feel up her breasts and finger her clit while nibbling on the side of her neck. Carla whimpered and moaned as she kissed and fucked Brent while Mandy's hands and lips were on her. "Look at me," Brent told her, placing his forehead to hers. "I want to watch your face as you cum." Her blue eyes fluttered open and they locked gazes once again.

And then her body exploded into the most intense orgasm she'd had in a while. This one was more intimate and personal as it was now with another man that she'd dared to give her heart to. Another man that she dared to love and trust. She'd been burned hard by her ex but with Brent he went into the proverbial trenches and fought for her and alongside of her. He'd put himself out there for her. She expressed her love for him and he reciprocated it. That was what made this round of sex for her sweeter and passionate.

When she came down off of her climax, both Brent and Mandy were there holding her in their embrace as she shuddered and twitched intermittently. She then kissed them both and moved aside so that Mandy could then mount Brent's cock. Mandy slid into place, looking Brent in the eyes as she too wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed "I love you."

Brent smiled. "I love you too," he replied and then shifted his gaze back to Carla. "And I love you." Carla smiled, kissed them both, and echoed the sentiment to them once again as they'd done just moments before with her on his cock. They each kissed again and then Mandy rode Brent's cock to heavenly bliss while Carla nibbled on Mandy's neck, felt up her breasts, and fingered her clit. Brent also commanded Mandy to look at him and she did, coming just as hard as Carla did when she was in the same position.

When Mandy came down from the orgasm, Carla and Brent wrapped her up in an embrace, holding her as she moaned and cooed between them. Then she and Carla realized that Brent had yet to get off. They got out of the pool, dried off, and then took him over to the massive bed in the corner by the windows. There they laid Brent down and took turns sucking him off and then alternated fucking him, surprised at the amount of staying power he was exhibiting. Ultimately, it was Carla who was on top of him when he finally couldn't hold back anymore. But once he was done, Mandy sucked him off to clean his cock before the three of them fell fast asleep for the evening.

***
EPILOGUE:

It was early in the evening that Tuesday, Halloween night, with the sun just now starting to set making the Texas sky a beautiful swirls of red and purples. Perfect trick or treating weather. Carla sighed as she watched the kids take their candy and rush back to their parents, who in turned waved at them before heading back down the drive to the main road to head on to the next ranch house. Tears misted in her eyes as she watched the happy families spend the evening together in this annual tradition. It should be her out there with them but a cruel man made that impossible.

Brent walked out onto the porch and looked at her. "Depressed?" he asked.

"I miss my son," Carla sighed. "I should be out there trick or treating with him, worrying about if he's doing whatever homework he has in Kindergarten, taking care of runny noses, going to PTA meetings, and doing doctor visits, and the whole parent thing! He's five this year and I don't have him here with me." She was flailing her arms about as she ranted before breaking down into sobs.

"Well..." Brent said, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders as he watched a blue car pull into the driveway and make its way around the roundabout. "I might be able to help with that," he said, pointedly nodding at the approaching car.

Frowning, Carla looked from him, back at Mandy who appeared in the doorway with a smile on her face, over to the car that was coming to a stop in front of the porch. A woman got out of the driver's seat and smiled at them. "Brent, it's good to see you again," she said warmly before looking at Carla. "And you must be Carla."

"Uhm... yes..." Carla said cautiously. "Uh... do I know you?"

"My name is Linda and I'm with the Texas Department of Family and Protective Services," the woman said, holding up her credentials. Carla stiffened in Brent's arm in such a way that it was obvious as Linda added, "Oh no! No, no, no! It's nothing bad. Quite further from the truth, believe me."

"What?" Carla was confused now, "I don't get it."

"Please read and sign this and I'll explain," Linda said, holding a clipboard out for her. Carla took it and started reading over it. It was on a State Letterhead and it had to do with her. "You see," Linda said as Carla read over the document, "just under a year ago, your ex-husband turned out to be quite abusive. His wife went into a shelter with your son and when it turned out that he wasn't hers, we started looking for you. In the meantime, he was placed into foster care as we tried to track you down. Now his parental rights have since been terminated on and he's now in prison for custodial interference and kidnapping. Full custody, which was yours to begin with, is back to you."

Carla's breath caught in her chest as she heard and read all of this. "What... you mean?" She looked at Brent for confirmation.

"Right after we had access to Mister Falcon's records, I went diving for your information first," Brent told her. "I found out that he'd been running DFPS around in circles as to your whereabouts since he was listed as your employer. Don't worry about what foster care that your son has been in. He was placed with your parents the entire time and they were worried sick about you disappearing. I contacted them and DFPS at once and they got all of the paperwork in order for your son to be released to you."

"You mean..." Carla looked at the car where Linda was opening up the back door. Time seemed to stand still as she didn't dare to get her hopes up.

"Mommy!" A small boy with brown hair dressed in a Sherriff Woody costume cried out at seeing her. He bounded out of the car the moment his seat belt was undone, running straight for Carla.

"CALEB!" Carla cried out in both shock and joy. She sank down to her knees and brought her son into a tight, loving embrace, openly crying with happiness and relief at having him back in her arms.

"Thank you again, Brent, for contacting us," Linda said, picking up the dropped clipboard. She managed to get Carla's hand pried away from Caleb long enough to get a signature out of her.

"My pleasure," Brent said, smiling as he walked with Linda to the car to get Caleb's suitcase out of the back seat. "And thank you for arranging this today."

"You're welcome. It's moments like these that make the job worth it." Linda matched his smile as she got into her car and drove off.

"Well, if you two are quite done yet," Brent said, walking past them, back to the porch, and reaching out for a plastic jack-o-lantern bucket that Mandy was now holding out. "There's still quite a bit of daylight out for trick-or-treating." he said, handing it over to Carla.

"Thank you," Carla replied, her voice barely a whisper as she squeezed his hand and looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "For everything... you really do follow through on your promises."

Brent smiled down at her then jerked his head towards the driveway. "Go on, get outta here you two. Just don't be out too late. Your parents will be here in a couple of hours and you all have a lot of catching up to do. I asked them to give you some time to enjoy Halloween first before bombarding you with the reunion."

Carla stood and hugged Brent tightly before giving him a loving kiss on the lips before quickly doing the same with Mandy. Then, with her hand tightly clutching Caleb's, they walked on down the driveway to enjoy the evening of knocking on doors and getting candy that every child should enjoy.

Mandy sidled up to Brent, wrapping herself in his arms and leaning her head back against his chest. "I want kids," she sighed as they watched Carla and Caleb laughing and skipping as they left.

"Well, you're now off the birth control pills the Mister Falcon had you on, right?" Brent asked.

"Yeah... I just started my period today."

"Well then," he kissed her on the top of the head. "We'll start trying in earnest when you start ovulating. I found these lovely sets of panties at the Tower that have dildos and plugs in them. I figure that we can use those to keep you corked up in between hot, passionate sessions of sweaty and intense sex. They'll keep you double penetrated while you're wearing them but I'm sure that you can manage that small price to get knocked up."

"Oh," Mandy fake swooned in his arms and gave him an exaggerated southern belle accent. "How ever will I survive?"

"Frankly, my dear," Brent said, adopting a Rhett Butler voice as he dipped her further from her swoon, "I don't give a damn." He smiled at her before he kissed her lovingly.

THE END.
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