~ Mental Ward at Mercy Hospital~ {chksng19}

Krista stared after them a while. Unsure if this was a great idea. She did not trust herself to be around some one who did not kow her rules. Someone who did not know or have the means to control her. Deciding she had already disappointed him once, the least she could do was make an effort this time. Walking back in the house, Marta kept a fair distance, which helped ease the pressure and tension. The dishes went quickly and that still left a few hours to kill.
Walking out of the bathroom, Krista had her hand outstretched to Marta before the other women knew what was happening. A moment of staring at the scissors in hand, she lead Krista outside and to the side of the house.
"How much?" By the tone, Marta obvisously expected t be allowed to trim an inch or two off the mid back length.
"Leave enough for a firm grip....."
Krista tried to occupy her mind with thoughts as Marta worked. This time she found it hard to concentrate on anything but what was ahppening around her head. It took serious restraint to let it happen. Marta ended up cutting most of her hair until it was less than 4 inches long. By the time Marta aid she was done, Krista was visibly shaking. Walking away from the women, she wen tot sit on the porch for sometime, knowing the cabin would put them too close together.
As she walked away she could hear Marta call after her. "Dont you even want to see it?"
Krista was on the porch well over an hour before she was calm enough to go back inside. As much as she wanted to know if it worked, if it changed her appearance enough, Krista was not ready for a mirror. They always seemed to captivate her attention. Somehow she doubted anyone would be fine watching her sit unmoving for hours in front of a mirror so she avoided it for the time being. She was sitting on the couch when the front door finally opened.
"Better?"

"Krista! You look great!" It was a major change, brightening and maturing her face with the shaping.

"Marta, you're a wizard! Wonderful job, thank you so much!!" How she got her to sit still long enough to do the needed clipping, I have no idea, but the new look was enough. Coloring would not be needed, other than perhaps some skin-darkening... her years inside had made her complexion pasty. A little good quality self-tanning lotion, which I had bought, would darken her skin tone some, and make her a whole new person.

I had gotten some clear, brown-eyed contacts for myself to hide the normal cold blue, and had gotten two pairs for Krista; one plain brown to hide her green, one for the revenge itself, black devils in a red background.

Chester and I had done a lot of talking; he was spooked by Krista, and so was Marta. Both thought her to be quite sexy and attractive, but her personality was rather off-putting. I explained about the effects of the medications she had been forced to take, and how they would take time, perhaps weeks, to wear off. We talked further, mostly man-stuff and updates on my various businesses and political circumstances.

"War? It's STILL going on? What is Congress thinking of? Oil prices over $125 a barrel? My oil holdings must be paying dividends like crazy! And my buddy Boone Pickens is promoting solar and wind??? I can see I have some emergency catching up to do."

Carrying-in caused several trips, putting-away longer still. I had checked on the owner of the cabin through my business manager by phone on the trip back. She said it belonged to an elderly couple with no family, and would quietly buy it from the estate by the next day through a dummy corporation as well as my stream and cave. It was too damn pretty to be 'developed'. My new satellite phone would work anywhere it was clear, so I had communications and internet anywhere. The computer I had purchased was the best laptop WallyWorld had in stock, but it was not a Mac. I would cope.

Once all the goodies were stowed, I sat down with Krista.

"Marta and Chester will be leaving this afternoon; she has to get back to her salon, and he to his Harley dealership. I think it might be nice if we thank them for getting us out, don't you?"

"Beyond that, thank you and I'm proud of you for letting her do your hair. It really looks pretty! I bought you some clothing and stuff, cosmetics and shampoo and such. Hope you like them." I thought for a minute, deciding how to address the next one.

"Krista, I got you something else, something special. I don't know how you'll feel about it, but I got you a ring and a necklace to wear, along with some pierced earrings to wear. I saw you had holes, but nothing in them. Hope you like silver and emeralds..." There had been a jewelry store across from the tire shop. "It's just a plain, every day necklace and earrings. It's just real. And the ring is a 'friendship' ring, so you know I care even when I'm not right here next to you." I slid it on her finger, and waited for a reaction.

Krista actaully came over to look through the bags, curious what he brought back. Having Cian back helped make her feel better. Even his presence helped make her feel more stablized. Helped some of the worry she had that she might hurt Marta unintentionally.
"I havent seen it..... my hair that is..... Mirrors are not usaully my friend..... I told her short, just long enough to get a handful of it.... And that is what it feels like" Absently she ran her hand through her hair, brushing it back out of her face.
In the back of her mind she had expected "necklace" to mean collar. Which still would have been fine to her. But as he mentioned matching earings and ring she came to another conclusion. A wide smile came to her lips as she looked at the peices. It surprised her that he had choosen a green stone which happened to be her favorite and that she had a preference for silver over gold. It didnt cross her mind that he might not have known any of that , he had simply picked something that would match her eyes.
For a few minutes she was lost staring at the ring. Taking the earrings, it took a moment to push them in. Slowly her eyes came up to meet his. Still smiling widely. "Put the necklace on for me?" Krista could have done it herself but she liked his arms around her and this was just another excuse for it.
"Thank you Cian....Its beautiful.... "
A soft laugh came to her lips. "I think we need to keep focused on saying thank you to your friends before I let us get distracted...."

I was pleased and proud of my choices... she really seemed to like the jewelry. Her kiss of thanks almost took me down on the couch right there, in front of my cousin and his wife.

"Thank you Cian... Its beautiful..." She smiled, and the world brightened.
A soft laugh came to her lips. "I think we need to keep focused on saying thank you to your friends before I let us get distracted..."

It occurred to me later, that was the first time I ever heard her laugh that did not involve pain.

About 40 minutes later we said fair-well to Chester and Marta; I sent them on their way with several written instructions to various people which Ches would call or mail the next day (Monday). Krista kissed both of them, and thanked Marta for her kindness and concerns. I had already made a mental note to see if Marta would like to expand her business... or if Chester needed an influx of capital. Good family is like a precious memory; one must hold them close and keep them special.

About 20 minutes after I finished helping them load their bikes, they roared off towards the road. Krista and I were alone. Time to get to know the woman.

Turning back towards the cabin, I was surprised to see Krista standing on the cabin steps, dressed only in her jewelry and a smile. I responded to the unspoken shout... and we ran together to the bed. Time to baptize this place as ours.

Jessika did not look away from Master's face. Eyes wide she could barely believe the words she was hearing. Or maybe she simply did not want to believe them. After all this time and he was apparently washing his hands of both of them. "Master... I am begging you..... please.... can there be an alternative? Master.... please dont let this happen... please Master.... "
Watching Master, she kept praying that this was a sick joke. It made almost anything else he could request from them look simple. It was rare for her to beg. Being one of the few things she abseloutly hated. The few times she did was usually out of concern for her cousin. To beg Master to show mercy on him. Most of the time she could with stand her own pain till the point that she passed out or Master lost interest in her pitiful body.
Still watching and begging Master she did not notice as one of the guest approached her. Feeling two fingers be shoved into her sex, she cringed and groaned. Her body trying to twist in the restraints to get away. They weren't gentle or caring like her cousin was. Even being slightly wet the only thing she felt was pain. Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth together to avoid crying out again. It felt like he was only trying to cause as much pain as possible. Not as bad as when Josephus had to take her innocense but it was close.
A deep blush came to her cheeks. Partly from the humilation of this happening partly because her body was already wet. All these years in Master's care and her body had learned to enjoy the pain and suffereing, at least on some level, while her mind regretted what was happening. She had always denied it out loud but the longer her and Josephus played in private the more she knew it was true.

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Being stressed from the hair cut and the few hours without him, there really was no way for her to be gentle short of him tying her down. Krista ended up pinning him beneath her, arching backward impaling herself hard and fast on him. The position helped keep her from bitting him at the moment, knowing she was going to leave a bruise if she did. When she finally collapsed to his chest it was a strange feeling not to have hear hair falling down her back and shoulders.
When she finally came around enough, she eased down on the mattress next him. Purring softly. Opening her eyes enough to look around the room, actaully taking in her surrondings for the first time since arriving. Spending most of the first day spaced or stressed she did not care about her surrondings. Now she looking around and taking in the sight. "Do they trust leaving you alone with me? That you will be okay...."
Krista was fingering the ring he had slipped on her finger. The weight felt different to her, unuse to jewlery. The weight felt good. Pulling up closer to her face to look at. Snuggling against his chest she smiled to herself.

Ummmm. That wonderful, gentle, slow coming-back-to-reality after making love and the post-coital nap. Safe, close to someone you care about, no hurry return to the real world. What a delightful experience to remember.

Krista was close under my arm, warm and snuggling, softly snoring. I moved a bit so I could take a long look at her, now that her face was less drugged-looking. She had a gentle prettiness that was hidden by the constrictions of the medications she had been forced to take. The stress lines were relaxing a bit, leaving a softer, more feminine appearance.

I just relaxed, comfortable and happy, waiting until Krista woke up and we arose to shower together. She seemed to be closely examining my body as i looked at hers. Afterwards we cooked dinner together, laughing a bit over working at the stove naked. After dinner we scraped dishes and piled them in the sink. I spent a couple hours exploring the net, catching up on news and articles my aide had uploaded and saved; she thought them important for me to see. Krista watched over my shoulder, stopping me now and then when she was not done with a page. She was a quick reader, and seemed absorbed in world events.

After a bit, we tired of the information overload; the world seemed so grim. Appreciating the lovely seasonal evening, we took a walk through the woods, winding up near the creek and cave, sitting on a tree-log and watching the fish play in the clear water. It was a lovely time, the world a million miles away.

Dark was falling fast as we got back to the cabin. We washed the dishes and sat, talking about everything and nothing. The world would wait on us... and did, as we made love once again. Fresh air and exercise took its toll, and we drifted off to sleep.

This set a pattern for us for many days; three or four days of exploring the woods, watching some fox kits playing in a meadow and listening to the brilliant songs of nature, then a day's trip to the city to get supplies. We enjoyed the relaxed routine, no pressure, no appointments. We made love a lot, and our lovemaking changed.

I learned Krista loved to be tied up when we played together, or at least restrained. Her playful biting was worse when I didn't hold her arms at least, and biting her back didn't seem to help. I got so irritated with her, I finally pulled her over my lap and gave her a few spanks... and discovered more about who she was inside. She came hard under my hand, and fell to her knees in the depths of the passionate feelings, taking my organ into her mouth and pleasuring me well.

Soon, we started to make some plans. Getting a ground plan for the bad doctor's home area from Google, we noted the surrounding land was trees and overgrowth for nearly 500 feet in three directions, and the house was set back well over 200 from the rural road it was set on. I had a private investigator do some traffic counts on the road up and down from the house, and learned there were only about 9 cars which used the road regularly, besides mail delivery and a meat salesperson. Those two came on a regular schedule, which made our tasks easier.

The P.I. did some photo recon for us too, using long lenses from the woods around the house. The adult children were obviously still in school, and Mom's activities were few and regular. I took copious notes, and we began to get the threads of their lives woven into some clear patterns.

Cian had gone outside for something. Probably using the phone for business. For the moment she had decided to stay inside. Walking into the bathroom she looked in the mirror even though she knew better. Looking at her reflection, looking at her hair. Playing with it she tried to ignore the strange voices that whispered back. Krista started to tell them to shut up. Her voice soft at first. She did not remember picking up the bottle of make up but it was in her hand when she smashed her hand into the side of the mirror. The mirror did not completly shatter but it cracked. Dropping it to her knees, she some how managed to turn on the cool water and stick her hand below the running water. At the moment she was not aware of why she was doing it, but opening her eyes there were a few bloody spots on the edge of the sink.
Staying there for sevearl minutes, she became aware of movement in the door. Looking over at Cian, her eyes were a little cloudy and unfocused but she reconized him enough not to feel threatened.
"Sorry... I could not take the screaming and whispering...."
Pushing up to her feet, with her unbloodied hands she extended it toward him, indicating for him to take the bottle. Wrapping a towel around her hand.
"Avon..... Its a good way to get in the door and in the house. Women love an avon sale lady.... Even nosey neighbors will never notice or look twice at a women with a Avon box in her hand."
Moving to him, her hands went to his shirt, pushing it up slightly so she could see one of the bruises on his upper rib cage. Slightly kissing it she leaned against his chest. "Sorry.... I still dont have complete control...."

Mid-call with the P.I., a crash brought me running into the house, and I saw Krista in the bath, running a hand underwater. I looked at a cracked mirror, but there was no broken glass; it looked as though she had scraped her hand on the hinge. Once I was sure she was physically all right, I watched her get up and looked closely at her eyes. They were not exactly clear.

When she finished standing, she handed me a bottle of Avon makeup, and I eventually understood; this was to be part of the plan, posing as Avon people. Were there Avon guys? Hmmm...

She slid closer to me, slid her hands up my chest... "Sorry.... I still dont have complete control...."

It brought me back to the present with a flash, remembering where she had been, and why. I could not yet take for granted the balance of Krista's mind. The lingering effects of the meds forced on her and those bad experiences with the doctor combined to give her some long-term damage.

I took her hand and inspected the wound, putting some liquid skin over it and dressing it with a bandage. We went out and took a walk outside to help her calm a bit, then hopped in the car for a treat; dining out at the family restaurant in town.

A smile came to her lips whens he realized that he was not angry with her. She had been afraid that he would be upset about this being a step backward in her progress. Dr Pytka and the nurses were always angry after a bad nightmare or an actaul self inflicted injury. Angry that she was not trying hard enough to be cured. The look reflected on his face that he understood. That was a surprise. It made her want to try harder for him.
On the ride Krista rolled the window down so she did not have to deal with her reflection. Cian was right beside her but he needed to concentrate on the road, not silencing her demons. If he had asked her, she would have told him it probably a bad idea. That after an episode it was not wise. But he didnt ask and seemed in control so she did not complain. The diner he pulled into was not over crowded. It gave her a chance to be around other people without being too crowded.
Pulling her knees up to her chest after they ordered. Keeping her voice low she leaned in slightly.
"Would it be too dangerous to pick up the son at the hospital.... maybe after his shift? I think we should work with him for a little while first.... Maybe a day or two of games? The ladies cant be that hard to control but all three might be a handful if he is not taught the rules ahead of time....."

Dinner went quickly as we discussed this plan, sotto voce, and alternatives that we might have. Skipping dessert, we went down the street to a Dog 'n' Suds, and let the waitress bring us our banana splits so we could keep focused on the details.

This place let me slide into the past. Service at the car without speakers, servers on roller-skates, big frosted real-glass mugs of good root beer. This specific one had to be 50 years old at least, with none of the 'modernization' it would get in a bigger town. Likely open from April to October as this was snow country, the owner had told me one day all he did in winter was to do snow plowing for other businesses and apartments. What a wonderful life!

We enjoyed the ice cream and root beer and she shared her ideas about how the 'activities' might be structured... and how we could explain it to Doctor Junior to get him on our side. Mostly I agreed, though some seemed a little bit outrageous. Talking about the plans as long as we were had Rusty animated and excited; she was laughing and almost merry. And I'd noticed that every truly happy time like this made her relapses further apart.

Getting home, I made notes and kept track of our discussions, changing dates for things and spreading it to allow the differences in plans. I stored none of this on my on-line accounts, keeping it all on my external hard drive so it was never trackable.

"Mother and sister are no problem... No problem...... Jessica... The daughters name is Jessica..... damn slut... " Sitting at the desk beside him as he worked on the plan, she looked through the pictures and maps. Krista was mostly talking to herself. Simply speaking out loud. Partly unaware she was repeating what she heard him say. Her mind was a little unfocused right now but she did not reach for Cian to ground her and bring her back. There was no harm in being left to her own thoughts and she was not a danger to him or herself at the moment. ".... Friday after school.... always arrives home hours before daddy.... even when he takes an early day she is there three hours before him.... there the whole weekened.... And cold wife never leaves the house on friday...."
Pausing as she picked up a picture of the son. After a moment she moved on to his work and school schedule. She did not hate him as much as his sister. His amusement in her bruises and cuts interested her some. Thoughs he was not sure if his interest came from arousal or if he knew what his father did.
".... Daniel.... son.... brother.... wannabe doctor.... I just think he needs to understand that this is the way it is going to be.... If he wants to minimize the damage to his sister and mother he will be a good little pet.... make him into a good little pet..... I think we need to plan for two days...Wednseday and Thursday.... maybe more.... can he be broke down and taught in two days.... You might need some help keeping they pretty little bird in control...."
A smile came to her lips as she set down the pictures and looked at him, her eyes clearer.

The PI had sent me pictures of the family members he had gotten from public sources, yearbooks and newspaper archives and such. He was very good at covering his tracks, and knew he was a dead man if any of this ever came out. I am not a violent person... but I learned a lot on the streets of Chicago. And made some interesting friends on my way up.

I was amazed at how much Jessica looked like Krista! A twisted mind like the doctor's would certainly do some substitution. I couldn't wait until I had a chance to lay my hands on her in person, her and the mother. They would suffer for making Dr. Asshole the way he was, hurting so many others.

Now Dannyboy was going to be fun to break. Oh, yes. I could see there would be several paths to pursue in bringing him over to our side. And fortunately, he was living on-campus in a private room, of course. Nobody would care if a college boy was gone a few days... they'd just assume he was busy getting laid or something.

Plans were moving along now, but we still needed to wait a few weeks before we could put things all the way together. The season had to be right; all the leaves on the trees, warmish nights, no snow. And we needed a break from the plan for a week or two, so we could look back at it with fresh eyes and check for holes and mistakes. That's what I always did with business plans... and they always were the better for it.

I remember when I bought out that little semi-conductor design firm in Idaho; I planned and researched and pounced at just the right second, when the owner's son got in trouble with that politician. BAM! Half the price if we did business *today*. And I turned it to Intel with a 300% profit in two weeks... turned out they were trying to buy it themselves. Plans made you money!

Now, where could Rusty and I get away to that would be away from lots of people, and still worth the time to visit?

"Rusty? Where would you like to go for a vacation, just a week or ten days?"

Krista’s mind was on the doctor. Imagining the look on his face if he came home to find her alone sitting in his living room. For the moment she doubted he would have questioned where his family was. He was like that with her sometimes, only one thought. With her hands free she had a chance against him. At least to leave some bruises.
“Vacation? We are going on vacation?”
Krista stilled and stared at him for along moment. Unsure what to say. It had been so long since she had been out of the hospital let alone the city or state. It was clear by her face she did not understand the change in plan but she was not going to argue if he said they were going to leave for a week.
“Somewhere like the water caves?”

Rusty had been lost in thought, it was obvious that I pulled her out of it.

"I'm not sure where the water caves are, but if it's in driving distance, that will be part of the trip. I was thinking the Black Hills and Badlands of South Dakota... something we could do without being in crowds or needing guides much. There are some neat caves in the Hills that have magnificent formations underground, and they were formed by water and time. I've been in a couple of them, and they are beautiful."

She seemed excited by the idea, and I knew that keeping her away from crowds would help in her recovery for a while. There were lots or pretty roads in the Hills, and open areas in a State Park where you could go to drive through buffalo herds, through donkey herds. You could visit a prairie dog city, watch the antelope and mountain goats and Dall sheep. And you could just enjoy the beauties of nature without the crush of crowds.

Surfing online, there were lots of hotels which had rooms open this summer; I reserved the best rooms with hot tubs in them and made sure we would have no huge long-haul drives. This would give us a little break from planning, and would use some of the time we had to burn anyway.

Looking at the picutres he brought up further excited her. He did not seem upset or disappointed that he could not take her to a more crowded place. There were thousands of places that would ahve been fun to go to but a lot of them included large crowds. While she was getting better she did not think that unless he kept a firm hold on her that that was the safest thing for either of them.
"Sounds good...." Leaning over she put her teeth on his upper arm, she did not bit down. Sitting there for a moment, then she laid her head on the desk.
"Will we see big cats? I think we need a kitty.... like a puma or lynx.... maybe a bobcat...."
Despite the silly sound of the request she was completely serious. Stretching and standing up. Wondering away from him to find something else to amuse her for a few mintues would save him from telling her that she was not allowed to have a cat that would someday weigh almost as much as she did. Going to the bathroom she picked up the ointment and bandages for her hand and took it out to him. He did not babysit her like th nurses did, always worried an concerend, it was a nice change to be able to think for herself.

Two hours after we hit the road, we stopped to see a roadside attraction which looked like fun and not many people there today. Watching the ships go up and down through the locks on the river was really neat, especially that it used almost no power. We grabbed a snack, and proceeded through the day that way, stopping to see the Spam museum, the statue of the Jolly Green Giant and Sprout, and the only Native American Pipe Stone mine in the nation.

We arrived at our first overnight tired and worn-out, but that lovely hot tub gave us the chance to snuggle in the swirling waters with sweet smelling salts, some candles we had picked up, and a bottle of sparkling White Grape Juice. I was taking no chances.

Rusty examined all my bite marks and kissed some of the pain away, while I checked her hand and told her she didn't need the dressing any more, just a daily dose of the ointment.

Next morning after a hearty breakfast, we hit the road again and stopped to see the World's Only Corn Palace, such as it was. We laughed at the junk for sale at most of the shops, but I got her a Black Hills Gold bracelet with a few small emeralds to kind of go with her other jewelry. She picked out a ring for me, which looked like two hearts made up of the 'grapes and vines' patterns typical to all that brand of jewelry. She made a big thing out of putting it on me, and checked me about once an hour to make sure it was on straight and I didn't lose it.

A few more stops (Elvis' motorcycle! A "Tucker"!) and we were at our next stop. We collapsed in the place I had chosen down town in a high tower, overlooking the site of the 'worst urban flooding of the 1970's' which had killed hundreds, coming in the night.

Every night was special, sharing the intimacy and snuggling which was so vital to Krista's recovery. And to my peace of mind.

It felt good to run and explore all day to just pass out in a comfy bed at night. To actaully run to teh point of exhaustion. See things she never imagined she would see. Actaully she had given up hope to see the outdoors again so this was truly special to her. When she remembered she took pictures.
Never in her life had she felt so carefree and relaxed. While she doubted she would ever be normal again she was starting to get some resemblance of control. The doctor had alwayss promised she would not survive well without him, and he was partailly right. There were times she missed some of the pain and control but then she would curl up in Cian's arms and realize she really a not missing much.
There was one morning she woke alone in the bed. Thankfully she did not wke from a nightmare. The first thing her eyes saw was a tiger stripped stuffed kitten. It was not as good as waking in his arms but it was yet another reminder that he was with her. Also a fairly good answer to her wanting a man eating cat. It found a home in the corner of the dash board while they drove and on her pillow at night.
On the fifth afternoon, she had leaned over in her seat. Somewhat bored and wanting some entertainment. Starting to play with the button of his pants. Ignoring his questions and hands she eased his erection out of his pants. "Eyes on the road..." Was her only warning before her mouth became otherwise preoccupied. She felt the car jerk once or twice but it only made it more exciting. After his finish, she wiped her mouth and laid her head on his leg, turning to lay on her back. Obvisously she was content with herself.

We got up the next day and were driving the long, long road to Mount Rushmore, and Rusty got bored. She endangered both our lives by giving me head as we drove... I slowed down and still nearly swerved off the shoulder. She was satisfied with herself, laying looking up in my lap. The 'Cheshire Cat' smile on her face told the whole story.

I finally sat her up when we got in sight of the Presidents after getting through Keystone. She was in awe, and got as excited as a school girl, dragging me by the hand up the Street of Flags and dropping a quarter into the telescope so she could see better. After a quick snack, we went back to the car, and I took her through one of the most beautiful forest roads in the world, curling up pig-tail bridges and avoiding trees growing out of the center of the road. A wonderful time later, after stopping at scenic overlooks, we arrived at the curve around to the Needles Highway, winding among thousands of spires. At our destination motel that night, sweet Krista was going on and on about the mountain goats and wild donkeys and buffalo she had seen. She was almost giddy.

The next day was cave-day; we went to Wind Cave and Jewel Cave and took the tours, saw the Accidental Petroleum Company over the Wyoming border, and drove back to sleep in Lead. We took the gold mine tour, drove through the wild west town of Deadwood which is now all casinos, and slept in Sturgis. The Inn there had huge beds with coin-fed vibrators, and Krista went through $4 on them. What a wonderful few days.

He had ignored all request to stop the car and let her go out and play with the pretty animals. Not that it was truly surprising and he did not seem to blame her for asking. Nor did she get a lecture on how stupid the idea was. Maybe he had understood she was not really serious. Or maybe he thought if he ignored her she would eventaully go away. Well she didnt go away but she was not pouting either so.
The caves were beautiful, she insisted on being at the end of the tour so they would have more time. It crossed her mind to ask if they could find somewhere private, just like back home. The thing that stopped her from asking was she had already asked about a hundred other things that were not great ideas. So she kept this one in her head.
By the time she had gone through all the quarters he would give her and jumped around on the bed, she had only meant to close her eyes to relax but fell asleep almost immediatly. It occured to her in the morning she had not slept this much at the hospital except when it was drug induced. It actaully seemed to go a long way in making her feel better.
Waking with Cian already int eh shower, she moved to hide behind the door of the bathroom. When he finally came out, she tackled him onto the bed. Of course knowing there might be repercussions she tried to escape into the bathroom but did not even make it off the bed. Laughing so hard she was barely able to put up much of a fight. She managed to scream out that th ekitten was going to get him. And it did, two hours later when they were back in the truck. He was less than impressed.

It was wonderful to see Krista's system washing itself of the medications. She was teasing, jolly, sleeping soundly, and genuinely fun to be around. The vacation was working... hadn't talked about the revenge in days.

A trip to "Devil's Tower" in Wyoming was the next day's side-trip. Rusty looked out the window and said, "Hey, 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind!!'"

We chatted about the movie using this natural place for a setting. About spending an hour walking around the tower, watching people climbing it. And she was excited to see squirrels and other little things taking care of squirrelly businesses. We even saw a small fox... and she wanted to try and catch it, 'it's so cute!'

Another side trip took us to the Reptile Garden, and we enjoyed the snake and wild animal shows. Lots of crowd was coming in just as we were leaving, so we missed the pressure. A wild bear park kept us in the car, driving though... although Krista was scared when a 10 foot tall guy was looking in her window, hoping for handouts. That's why they told you to keep your windows closed.

We started on back east and stopped in the Badlands, checking out the rattle snakes and beautiful rocks. Swinging south into Nebraska, we saw the world's largest ball of string and Carhenge. That was all there was to THAT state. And Iowa was not much more interesting. Moving back to our cabin took the last two days, mostly of highway driving. We made an exception shortly before home, enjoying the world's biggest water park's waves and a miniature golf course with 96 holes. Didn't quite finish the course.

Every day was one of sharing and growing closer, each night was various varieties and levels of lovemaking. Some were wild, biting and spankings, while others were just peaceful and slow. Lovely, relaxing days. We both had farmer tans, and were enjoying the time together.

We got back to the cabin after two wonderful weeks, and got our notes together; time to plan seriously.

Oddly she was fairly calm. Ready. Nearby Cian was waiting in the truck. Out of sight but not out of mind.

Krista timed her walk perfectly to appear next to his driver's side door as he climbed inside the car. The dark red dress hung to her curves in just the right places. It was cut low at the top and short coming to mid thigh. The matching heels gave her an extra two inches height. There was no lipstick on her lips, but some simple makeup to highlight her eyes. Krista noted his pace slowed as he noticed her. knocking lightly on the window she waited for him to roll it down a little.
"Heys.... Your Daniel? Doctor Pytka said I could find you here...." There was a shy smile on her face. It faded slightly when he did not give any indication of knowing what she was talking about. "Did he not tell you?"
Making a slight show of trying not to let that stop her. As the window went all the way down, she leaned against the car door.
Managing a blush. "This is really embrassing. I tried to thank your father for helping my brother sooo much but he... turned me down.... He told me where to find you."
Krista leaned in a little farther and pressed her lips against his, encouragingly. A faint blush came to her cheeks as she pulled away. "I was thinking you would like to go out to dinner with me...."
Opening the car door, she quickly found the adjustment for the seat to move it back as far as it went. She had practised it for two days with Cian. Sliding in to straddle his lap, the fit was a little tight but she had expected it. Her body pressed aginst his. Catching his lips again. "This works too though....."
Her fingers went to his tie. He did not dissappoint, it was a real tie. Probably his father's doing. Losening it she made like she was going to pull it off. Angling it up slightly, she applied quick pressure and held tight. Her head burried agains this neck ass he waited. There was a moment of confussion but she already had it in place and was cutting off circulation. Holding it in place as she counted the seoncds in her mind. Waiting long enough to make sure he was not faking but not so long she killed him.
Letting the tie go, she sat still for another moment. There was a couple bruises forming. At the time she had not felt them as they happened. Cian had helped her develope the best way not to get hurt, too badly at least. Of course he had not allowed her to completley choke him out, not matter how much she pouted. Of course with the promise of the boy, she could wait.
They needed to take his car with them so hospital security did not get suspicous. There was a storage unit waiting to hold the car for a few days so it would be out of sight. Climbing out of the car she was already looking for Cian.

Rusty *had* to be done by now, or the jig would be up for sure. I cruised into the lot, and sure enough, his head was laying down on the headrest. I traded places with her quickly, and pushed Junior over in the seat so I could pilot his fancy car to the storage shed. Within 10 minutes we were there, and I carried Junior to the Explorer after parking his buggy and locking the door.

We rushed to the home I had rented and pulled into the garage there. I carried him into the bedroom there, where we prepared him for his brainwash session. He was stripped down and put into a straitjacket in the bare room; it had white walls, the windows had grates on the inside, and bare wood floors. Junior would be drugged with some strange medications his first day, to extend the time and make him more open to suggestion. His day would seem to last forty or more hours, and much would happen on that busy day.

Junior was needed to help us with our plan of revenge against the evil Doctor. Having his own son turn on him would be bad enough, but some of the things he would do... now that should push the Doctor over the edge. We would see.

I gave Junior a meal via a tube, and we helped him wash it down, then the drugs went to work for a while. Krista and I celebrated with a good meal and a bottle of wine, and watched the closed circuit cameras I had installed. We needed visual impact photographs to help our efforts with the Doctor later... and to help convince Junior, too.

When Cian got the drugs, she had quickly excused herself. It was the only thing in the plan that she had argued and disagreed with. Having been fucked by the drugs, the only person she would have been willing to use the drugs on was the good doctor. Cian had explained that they needed them. That they did not have time to break him more slowly. Nodding she had let it go but she had refused to be present for that part.
When that had been done, he found her on the back porch. Sitting and staring out at nothing. She pushed the thoughts of the drugs out of her mind in order to get through the rest of the preperations. Among all the chaos that was her mind, she was at least able to push thoughts away like that. The rest of the evening went well.
The wine was the first she had had in years. So far in teh last few weeks they had avoided alchol not sure the kinda side effects. At this point there was not too much to worry about. If she had problems Cian had proven he could handle her, if worse came to worse he could put her in with Daniel and let her take out the violence and anger with him. Besides it was not like she was going to drink enough to actaully get drunk.
After dinner she found the son's tie in the pile of his clothes. Laying it around her neck, she absently played with as she watched the monitor. Having fetched the stuffed cat out of the truck, she used one of the ends to playfully run in front of the cats paws as if it would really play with it.

The relaxants and "don't worry" drugs had worked to get Junior into the mind-set we were looking for. Rusty and I sat down and began to explain what had happened at Mercy, what Dr. Daddy had done to his female patients, how he had twisted the records and used medications to control and punish instead of helping and 'Doing no harm' as he swore with his oath.

The boy fought the idea for hours, until we finally calmed him enough to sleep. We grabbed some short hours, and I woke alone; a quick check of the camera showed me that Rusty was doing as she promised, working on him another way.

I watched, fascinated. Her methods were crude and rough, then smooth and gentle. She had learned much at the hands of the doctor, and from her reading since she got out.

Our plan was working well... and Junior would be ready for the weekend's planned events. I was looking forward to many of them.

Krista had woke, unable to sleep anymore. The last week she had been doing much better about sleeping but tonight her mind would not completly settled. Getting up early without Cian, she went to talk with the son. He woke when she shut the door behind her. After walking in she headed to a corner, to give him a few minutes to adjust to her presence. He kept his eyes on the door like he expected someone else to come in. He appearently did not think she was capable of much on her own.
Sitting in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, she rocked slightly, her eyes unfocused.
"Where is he?" A faint smile had come to her lips. It had taken him a little while to get nosey enough to ask the question out loud, but not nearly as long as she expected.
"Cian? In bed, least that is where I left him..... Probably asleep. He doesnt have the problems I do. The voices dont talk to him...."
"He let you off your leash?" Krista smiled at his comment. It was something the good doctor had said on a number of occasions. At least he now recognized her some. Lifting his time from her neck to bring his attention to it, her smile widened along with his eyes.
" He likes me much better on my own...."
Moving to crawl to him, he did not back away, apparently not afraid of her alone. Of course very few men would be till they knew her better. Cian had left the straight jacket on him, that was all she needed to keep this game even. As much as she did not want to give up the tie, she did put it around his neck, for better control of his head. Krista loved the look of fear that he gave her. Crawling into his lap to keep him from going anywhere.
Adding pressure to his tie and neck she did not let him pass out like the first time. Instead kept him high on the lack and reduction of oxygen. Purring softly in his ear. Whispering the details of the last few years. There was once or twice taht it was truly tempting to fuck him, but she stopped short of too much sexual contact. He was not ready to behave and get that kinda of reward. Maybe in the after noon when Cian had his chance with him. She enjoyed feeling his struggle. The fact he was trying hard not to believe her. But she knew too much about the little things and mannerisms.
Krista let her mood swing wildly from almost childlike to more agressive and angry. He might have doubted her sincerity of the moods and voices, but she spent almost three hours on his lap, in his face. It was hard to deny that something was not right and it was not merely a game. There were a few bruises on him and a second mark around his neck from the time, by the time she stood up.
Opening the door, a smile cam to her face when she saw Cian on the other side. Snuggling into his arms, she was glad for him to calm her mind and ease the tension.
"I didnt wake you did I?"

She was warm and happy in my arms... and felt awfully good.

"No, Krista, you didn't wake me. I've been watching your technique, and I'm impressed. Good work! I'm surprised at some of the things you got him to accept, and to admit to. Those will stand us in good stead as we continue to work on him."

Walking into the room, I gave him a mild hypnotic drug, and began to discuss some of the actual things I had witnessed his father doing, and to suggest ways that he might assist us in the 'intervention' we had planned for the weekend. By the time I finished, he was suggesting ideas as to how he might help, and added some small details about his father's personality and behaviors.

I gave him a break and exited his room to talk to Krista. She had watched some of what had happened, but not much, as she was still concerned about any kinds of medications. We grabbed a simple meal, and then fed Junior his first meal of the day, and policed him to the bathroom. He was still somewhat dopey, so getting him in and out of the straight jacket was no problem.

When he was done, I rewarded him with a mattress and pillow to lay on; he was almost childishly grateful for the boon. I knew he was coming out of the hypnotic now, and it was time for Krista to do her next bit in the conditioning.

Krista stood back and watched as Cian dragged the mattress into the room. Standing in the door way so she could see both them. Daniel gratitude for it was appearent. Partly a symptom of the drugs and the questions. It almost made her sad. She knew what that was like. A slight smile came to her lips as she looked at Cian. Nuzzling his shoulder as he walked past her and out the door. A soft click and it was closed.
"I want to play a little bit..... "
Walking over to him, he obvisously was not sure about her. Smiling, she moved to straddle his legs. Catching his lips, one hand went to his jaw to keep him from pulling away before she had complete attention. A soft moan escaping her lips as she finally pulled away from him. He was as breathless as she was.Krista stilled slightly on his lap as his hands caught the tie hanging losely around her neck. Her lips brushed agaisnt his ear.
"I did not mean to be such a tease the other day, allow me to make up for it now..."
Whimpering softly, her hand moved lower, fingers finding his erection. Stroking him slowly, she felt his reluctance, his hesitation. He was afraid of what to expect. Using the tie to pull him up to his feet. "I really want to take you out of the jacket..... but your still fighting entirely too much...... I dont want you doing something stupid... while I dont mind, Cian would see it differently until he is sure your planning on kissing and making it all better afterward..."
Once he was steady against the wall, she dropped to her knees in front of him, taking him into her mouth. Krista placed a hand on his hip to keep him steady. Sucking him quickly, her hand working the lower half whenever she did not have him complety in her mouth. Krista was not sure if it was adrenaline, fear, or arousal but he came fairly quickly for.
"If you had been your father.... I would have brought you close.... and walked away.... If there was no begging, I would wait a few minutes and do it again until there was begging and pleading...." Standing up, she kissed him deeply. "... thankfully your not your father and its not too late for you....."
Taking the tie back, she walked to the door. Giving him a last smile before closing the door behind her and making sure the door locked.

Cleo's entire body was shaking, but externally she was calm as ever. These last years had seen her grow into strong lady, preparing to someday take over from her parents. She rarely was involved in court policies, leaving that between her father and husband. Though she had learned how to manage the affairs. Learned much since the first days that Kong had come to the land.
The days that she went to her father were long over. Cleo had patiently waited for the scouts and other men to leave the room before going to see her husband. Pushing the door open, her eyes already going to the desk. "Are the rumors true?"

She came to me in the living room, where I was working on business projects over the net with several of my managers. There was so much to catch up on after three years...

A gentle nibble on the back of my neck brought me back to the real world. I spun around, and grabbed her. "My turn again? Or is my Rusty all turned on by the nasty man and need to get screwed?" I heard the cynicism in my voice, and got angry at myself. Jealousy was out of line here; what she was doing was helping achieve a mutual goal.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I've got to go in there right away and play good cop/bad cop. I'll be out in a couple minutes." I hugged Krista tightly, and whispered, "Meet you in the hot tub!" in her ear.

Walking into the room, I looked down at Junior, laying there with a silly grin on his face and his eyes closed. I nudged him in the side with my shoe, then pulled him up against the wall, eye to eye.

"Did you enjoy having my lady suck your dick? Was it fun? How do you think I feel?" I kept eye contact to let him think I was angry.

"How did the people your father forced to do that feel? How about their mothers and fathers, spouses, boyfreinds? The distress that caused the patients was bad enough; to do that to people who are mentally ill is inconceivable! He hurts those people every day... doesn't that make you mad? As mad as this?" I was shouting by this point, right in his face --- again, to stir up some deep fear.

"How would you like it if I beat the shit out of you for getting head from my girl? Your father used to beat up that sweet woman you got blown by, just for the crime of looking like your sister! Does she look like her? Is that a crime that she looks like her? Enough of a crime that he would fuck her in the ass, in the cunt, make her blow him, or he would deliberately overdose her on drugs? That he would beat her? That he would tie her up for days, make her go without food?"

I stepped away, but left him standing there... and watched as he wet himself. He was really afraid. I got close to him and he cringed, afraid I was going to hurt him.

"Calm down, Daniel Junior. I'm not going to hurt you. Let's go clean up and change." I took him out of the jacket, and led him to the john. He took a hot shower, and I gave him another set of scrubs to wear... glad I had thought ahead. While in the shower, I had made up a hot meal for him, about 2000 calories of broiled chicken, dumplings, and gravy, along with a couple frosted brownies and a bottle of cola. We chatted about school, his career, and his father. He was becoming very angry at Doctor asshole, and was coming around to our way of thinking. He also did not care at all for his sister: he thought her a spoiled bitch who deserved whatever happened to her in life.

When he'd finished, I took the jacket with me, turned up the room heat a bit and brought him a blanket. "The door will still be locked, and you can't get out either window. If you stay, you can help us get back at your dad. Good night!"

At his comment, Krista merely stared at him. Neither impressed or angry in return. If it had been Cian that she just sucked off she would have been more than a little horny. With the boy she had really felt next to nothing. Also she refused to remind him that she cared nothing for the boy. With Cian she should not have had to say that aloud. Krista waited for him to push her away, unable to deal with her at the moment but instead he did the exact opposite. Leaning into his arms, she rested her head against his shoulder for the moment. She started to say that he could wait to go in there, but she did not want to make it worse by appearing to try and save the kid. Give him time to deal with his own thoughts.
Watching him walk away, she stood still for a moment as the door closed. Finally taking off the tie, she left it with the stuffed kitty on the desk. Instead of staying and watching like she normally might, she took his suggestion and went to the hot tub. Krista was almost asleep when she heard him approach. Opening her eyes as he climbed in she searched his face for any sign of his thoughts.
The first thing she did was reach out for his hand, looking at the ring on his finger. It had been a day since she had last insisted on him showing it to her. A few days of realizing it was not going to fall off and she was fairly relaxed about it. Her smile widened as she played with it for a moment. The litle piece of metal was not much but she liked it. It gave her a sense of calm.
"Is he coming around?"
Moving slightly so she could sift into his lap, her legs straddled his. Her head going to rest on his shoulder. Krista buried her face against his neck. Obvisously relaxed and content.
"Did you hurt him? I should have watched.... I would have liked to see you hurt him...." Krista's voice was not very loud. Though with her lips so close to his ear, she did not need to be. ".... but then your pretty bird thought the water would be fun too.... water won..."

My squirmy little Rusty and I wrestled in the warm water for a long time, sharing and enjoying each other's bodies. In between, I told her of what had happened with Junior, and how he had responded.

We ate a bit and slept a bit, then went to work again. I approached him, helped him clean up, then we spoke again about his father, the things he did and the way he treated his patients. Junior was coming around to our way of thinking; his Physician's Oath was still too fresh in his mind for him to bear accepting a Doctor hurting patients. He kept on talking, discussing, offering ideas. I was finished with my part now... it was up to Krista to finish the job.

Locking the door behind me, I found Krista sitting on the couch, looking at her jewelry in her hands. "This is beautiful, Cian. I never thanked you properly." She rose and put her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard. And pinched my ass, also hard.

She grinned and walked towards the locked door, ready for her next session with Doctor Junior.

Krista was still giggling slightly, when she opened the door of the room. Daniel looked better, the drugs obvisoulsy did not last long in his system. That made her a little happier.
For a moment it felt like time slowed down. Krista felt her body slam against the wall, her head hitting hardest. For a moment her vision blurred. The breath went out ofher lungs, stunning her. The only thing that kept her standing was his hands on her arms, pinning her there. He was stronger than the doctor, which should not be any surprise he was twenty years younger. Krista felt his lips hard on hers and he found that she eagerly kissed him back. His body firmly pressed against hers. There was a half content smile on her lips when he pulled back.
Krista half expected to hear the door open and a pissed off Cian. Surely enough seconds had passed that he could have been in here. So far he did not come. Maybe trusting her to do what she thought was needed. Although she was willing to bet he would not be too far from the monitor watching to make sure she was not in over her head.
Feeling his hand move from her upper arm to her throat, she leaned her head back slightly. Krista spread her legs slightly in invitation. "Do you want me to beg? I can beg real pretty" His only response was to tighten his grip, a low moan escaped her lips.
Unexpected he let go of her throat and eased her semi limp body to the floor. A whimper of protest escaped her lips. It was her only argument. Laying down on her back for a moment to give her mind a chance to catch up. Looking up at him, there was a strange look on his face. Maybe it was a look of horror and disbelief.
"Seeing is believing? Doctor Pytka loved to hurt me, leave bruises. You have seen them. Stared at them almost to the point you missed him talking to you. " There was slight amusement in her voice. He had been testing her reaction. It was one thing to know someone is fucked up, its another seeing. "Should have continued and fucked me while you had me. At least it would have made it worth Cian's anger."
Sitting up, she started to get up and walk out of the room. "I need to go find Cian and make sure he is not planning on killing you for your curiousity. You will have a little time, I suggest you use it wisely to consider if you are truly with use or against us....." Closing the door behind her, it was no surprise to find Cian close. Krista stretched her arms out for him.

Watching her had been hard; she was confident that she knew how he would react, and he did. His violent reaction, her sexual response and offer to 'beg pretty', had proven to him that she was like that because of Doctor Asshole.

Going back in, I was not too surprised to see Daniel cowering against the wall when I came in. I walked up close to him. "Now you know, again, what your dad's patients feel like when he walks in. Think on that for a while, son. Let us know, now, if you're ready to buy in with us, to be partners in teaching your father a lesson. Of the thousands of people he has treated, how many do you think he has hurt? Hundreds at least, that seems likely. I want you to think about the damage he has done. How many people are walking around like Krista? How many would rather give in than suffer more physical and mental pain such as that your father causes every day? Make up your mind."

The door clicked behind me and Rusty came into my arms. "Thanks for not hurting him... he really didn't hurt me that much...

Krista curled her body against him. After the violence Daniel had showed her, she could not help be turned on. Use to violence leading to sex. It had been some what dissappointing when it didnt. Not that she really blamed him, knowing Cian was on the other side of the door. It did not seem right to get turned on by Daniel then go to Cian for relief. Whether it was fair to him or not.
Sitting down on the couch with him, she pushed his shirt collar slightly aside to give her access to his shoulder. Bitting, she managed not to bite too hard. Whimpering as she forced herself to let go. Nuzzling the spot lightly. "Pin me down and fuck me really hard.... Otherwise I think I might end up leaving a few more bruises....."
Krista had little memory how they ended up from the couch to the bed. She might have bitten him one time too many times and a chase persuade. Then again he was capable of carrying her like a ragdoll. Her thighs wwere fairly sore by the time she closed her eyes, ready for sleep.
"Think he is there yet?" Softly moaning she barely got her mouth open.

Rusty was about as horny as I'd ever seen her... and rode me like a wild horse. Each time we finished, she sucked me hard again, and climbed on. It seemed to go on for hours, until we finally collapsed. I was just falling asleep, when she asked me if Junior was of the proper mind to help us yet.

The question woke me roughly, though I still had a hard time keeping my eyes open. I started to discuss it. According to the references I had read, pursuing psychology and brainwashing and such, the methods we had used should put him over the edge today or tomorrow. It should bring strong affection for Krista, and a respectful fear for me. But was it working? I got up and turned on the monitor camera to check on our boy in the other room. Being sensible, he was asleep and checking back on the record, had been for some time.

I turned to fill in Krista about it, and she was dead asleep, curled slightly and hugging her pillow, one finger in her mouth. Damn! She had awoken me, then left me to handle things alone. Ah, fuck it!

Walking into his room, I woke him up. "Decided yet?"

Daniel, at first foggy then wide awake, said, "Yes. My Dad is being everything I swore to myself not to be. He is like that at home, too... mean, violent, hurting Mom and me but never laying a finger on his perfect little girl. I HATE him for what he has done to hurt you and Krista and the others, and I hate my sister for being such a bitch. Fill me in on your plans, my part of them, anyway, and I'll go along with you and help. I think we'll need my car from the hospital lot, though."

Telling him to go back to sleep for the night, I locked his door and went back to bed. I woke Rusty and told her, "Yes, he's there, and wants to cooperate one hundred percent. Good night." And went to sleep myself.

Waking up enough to hear him say something, that she was unlikely to remember in the morning. Krista snuggled tightly against his body. Enjoying the warmth of his body. The blankets were pulled up tight around her neck even though it really was not cool in the room. Exhausted, all she could think about was sleep for a couple of hours.
It was not a surprise to wake alone. She seemed to sleep more than him these days. Not that he probably minded. Krista had a way of distracting him from business if given a chance. And it seemed to her he was fightint a loosing battle with catching up. Laying in bed for a few more minutes to give her body time to wake up. Finally padding outinto the living area he was at his computer. No unusual.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders in a hug she watched the screen for a minute. Finally growing board of the endless words this early, she reached past him for the stuffed kitty next to the moniter and moved into the kitchen. Half an hour to cook some breakfast she moved back to the desk and computer next to him. Sitting both their plates down on the desk she took the third plate to Daniel.
Krista never noticed the unsure look on his face and was barely aware of his apology from yesterday. Her mind and thoughts were elsewhere at the moment. Closing the door behind her she returned to the extra computer chair to eat. The stuffed cat was once again on the desk in front of her.
"For being psychiatrist it did not really take that much.... Or as much as I expected.... the good doctor spent six months playing with my medication dose before I broke for him....."
After finishing eating, Krista moved over to the couch to lay down. Stretching out and relaxing. She had a good view of him from there and could slightly see the screen to Daniel's little cell too.

Finishing breakfast, I thanked Krista for cooking and said, "I think our boy there is ready to go, but you might want to search him out a bit and see if you get the same feeling."

"His realization of the way things are with his father was likely easier to build on than when Doctor P was trying to get you broken. He was twisting your mind, not just helping you realize something that was before you as we did with Junior." I tried to make it clear to her that it was just a feeling, and impression, a 'best guess'.

She played with the cat for a little bit, and reached over and bit me, gently, on the upper arm. Rising, she went back into Junior's room to pick up his dishes, and then stayed to speak with him for a while. I turned up the volume in the room so I could hear.

"Feeling better? I know the drugs are hard on the mind and system..... "
Krista dropped to her knees beside him. Pushing his legs apart, she put her back agaisnt his chest. There was an akward moment where he was not sure where to put his hands. Finally she took them in her own and moved them over her breast. He sat perfectly still as if he was afraid to move.
"Do you never get enough of playing?" His question seemed a little stupid to her. Krista titled her head slightly to look up him. Finally she shrugged.
"Not really... I think the good doctor was trying to make me into a sex slave for him.... I have learned most physical contact is usaully sexual contact. Your dad was not much for foreplay or cuddling afterward. It took him a lot longer than he expected and I think he must have got bored.... Or your sister went away to college and took most of the temptation with her."
Before he could ask another stupid question she nipped him slightly. "Tell me about your sister... say the last four years.... everything that might be relavent... dating, boyfriends, friends, parties, reputation....relationship with your daddy...."
The question and answer took most of his attention. He was less aware of his minor physical movements. A slight movemnet or change in breath with her, his body seemed to respond, his hands tightening or moving. The more he talked about his sister the more she was aware of his erection pressing against her butt and back. By the time he was having trouble remembering any more, he was extremely hard against her. Sitting up and pulling away from him. Krista turned on her knees to look him in the eyes.
"I need to know that you are going to be able to do what we ask when we ask. Its not going to do us any good to take you with us if you cant go through with it. Stopping the lesson to put you back in your place will take away time and undermine what we are accomplishing with your mother and sister...."
After his nodd, she stood up to pace the room for a moment. Getting herself under control. In the back of her mind she wondered if he would think away that hardness in his pants or do something about it himself. By now he knew they were watching him. Krista sat down on her knees by Cian's feet, between his legs. Sitting up slightly waiting for a kiss
"I let him fuck me, are you going to be okay with it? Or prefer to wait until we are at the house?"