Jake’s Dream Come True
By Billy_Ray77
Chapter 25
“So I grabbed my jeans, went upstairs and called you.” Finished Mike.
He looked around and saw everyone staring at him in wide eyed shock. Just seeing that dungeon told us it had been bad, but we’d had no idea how bad.
My best friend had been through a hell I couldn’t imagine.
Tiffany, who’d been sitting next to him with her arm around his waist the whole time he told us his story, hugged him tighter.
“I can’t believe how horrible that man was. It must have been awful for you.”
“Me? What about her?” He asked, pointing to the bottom of the stairs.
We all turned to see Lea standing there, clean and dressed.
Samantha jumped up and went to her.
“You’re more than welcome to join us. How long have you been standing here?”
“I came down just as he told about burying the body. I... I didn’t want to intrude.”
Samantha led her into the living room and Kirsten made room for her. She paused for a minute, then sat down.
Kirsten moved to put an arm round her, but hesitated.
“Is it okay if I touch you?”
“I... I think so.”
Her arm around Lea’s shoulder, she tensed, but quickly relaxed into the smaller girl’s embrace, Kirsten continued, “I can’t believe you were in that hell hole for five years. I didn’t know if you would, or even could be touched.”
“It’s fine. I don’t think I want a man to touch me, though. Any time he touched me it was to brutalize me, have me brutalize them or rape me... he raped me a lot as the other girls started to degenerate from his treatment of them. Not so much when he brought a new one in.”
“That’s over now,” I said, “and we won’t let anything like that happen again.”
She looked at me, “You said you were like me, but different, different from him too. How?”
“I am a telekinetic, like you, I can move things with my mind. But I can also see auras.”
“Auras?”
We explained the best we could about Psychics, Telekinetics, what they could do and how they were different.
“I’ve always supposed that since my dad was a powerful psychic and my mom just as powerful a TK, that I got a little of both. Though neither ability is like those who can only do one thing or another.”
“He made me practice my power, but always with him in my head, making sure I wouldn’t use it against him. I prayed and prayed for one chance to do it... but he was too careful.”
We talked at length about the different ways the two abilities could be used and she stopped me when I mentioned my armor.
“Armor? What the hell is that?”
“It’s a telekinetic shield, a standard defensive measure that TK’s use. You were never trained?”
“Just what he taught me. I was in a real bad car crash just before I turned thirteen. As I recovered, things started... happening around me. I eventually figured it out and thought I was getting a handle on it when he saw me at the mall. I wasn’t doing anything but he just came right up to me and made me take him to my house. I’ve already told you what happened there.”
Kirsten looked at me, “How would he know she had this ability if he didn’t see her using it?”
“Let me check something.”
I closed my eyes and called up the sight. The usual fiery auras were there but hers had tendrils flying everywhere, seeking connections. At one point, one of them got close to a matching aura and started sparking, but it immediately pulled back.
Opening my eyes I asked her, “Lea, have you ever thought you were contacting another mind?”
“I think so, early on, before he took me but I didn’t know how to control it. Then, after he took me it happened a couple of times when me and one of the other girls were alone. I would feel like there was someone else else in my head, but the thoughts were so... dark... tortured... terrified... horrible... I didn’t want to feel it. Eventually it sort of stopped happening. How did you know that?”
“Your auras. They are trying to connect but something won’t let them. That’s likely how he spotted you. Would you like me to help you control it?”
“You can do that? You won’t... have to get into my head again will you?”
“No, and I promise you that I will never do that without your knowledge and permission.”
“Well... I guess... can I think about it?”
“Of course.” Said Samantha for me. “You take things at whatever pace you’d like.”
“It’s getting late.” I said. “How about we get some sleep and take this up again in the morning?”
Everyone agreed and we went upstairs. Lea went with Kirsten and the rest of us to our own, respective rooms.
Samantha and I didn’t make love that night, after what we had heard, we just weren’t in the mood I guess.
The next morning, everyone trickled into the kitchen, taking a cup of coffee, until there was a full table.
Kirsten stood, “Would my M...” she glanced at Lea, “Friends like some waffles this morning?”
A chorus of yeses came from just about everyone.
Mike watched Kirsten for a moment, then, “I think we should table the game, at least for a little while.”
“That’s what I just tried to do,” said Kirsten with a grimace, “without actually bringing it up.”
“What game?” Asked Lea.
He winced, then looked her in the eye, “We have a game where Kirsten is our... submissive. She cooks for us, takes care of us, and... well... she has sex with us. She calls us her masters and her mistresses.”
“She’s your slave?” She was clearly startled.
“Sort of,” said Kirsten, “but it’s sort of an on again, off again thing that’s totally voluntary on my part. I like it. But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You volunteered to be their sex slave?”
“Oh, it’s nothing like what you’re probably thinking,” Kirsten said in a rush. “there’s no rough stuff or anything, it’s how we show one another our love. Being ordered about excites me, they know it and play along.”
As she spoke, she pulled the first waffle out of the iron, putting it on a plate, she set in front of Lea.
“I hope you like it.”
Tiffany put the butter and syrup in front of her. She just stared at it.
“It’s been a while, huh?”
“I don’t know if I want to eat it, or just look at it. It looks so wonderful. I’ve had nothing but that fucking soup for... well I guess for five years.”
She picked up her knife and fork, curiously.
“I don’t even know if I remember how to use these.” She said with a small smile, the first one we’d seen.
“Well, Jake’s the one to train you about your ability,” said Tiffany, “but if anyone is qualified to teach the finer points of eating utensils... I’m your girl... and that means the next waffle is mine.” She added, pointedly.
Lea actually laughed, and the rest of us followed.
After breakfast we saw the news about a ‘chamber of horrors’ being discovered and that the police had found one survivor, who had been able to lead them to a ghastly burial ground where their cadaver dogs were discovering one shallow grave after another.
We also found out the name of the evil mind fucker. Not that anyone cared but Mike told me later that it was on the list I had given him. He was a ‘colleague’ and, like the other ‘colleagues,’ Mike hadn’t been able to find him.
That was explained as well.
There was one hell of a scandal brewing in the aftermath of the discovery. The house he had lived in had been purchased by a wealthy career State Senator. The utilities, phone and other household expenses were being kept up by this same politician, who denied any knowledge of the man, despite the house and the money trail that had eventually led to his reelection campaign accounts.
We knew he was probably innocent but couldn’t think of any way of getting him off the hook that wouldn’t result in the mind fucking bastards finding us.
Tiffany had eased our consciences somewhat by noting, “He’s a politician – how innocent could he be?”
Karma. You never know how it will strike, or where it will come from.
Mike was now determined to focus and redouble his hacking efforts at locating the rest of the bastards so listed. But to do so he needed that log in information.
We continued to have the girls apply for jobs while I tagged along and were looking for more than just human resources systems now. He needed financial information that might help us locate the other shady bastards.
We tweaked and padded resumes so they could apply for jobs in comptroller departments and the such and I would make sure they got an interview, which would include someone relatively high up in that department, whom I would be introduced to.
In between, I began Lea’s training.
I got quite a surprise when I started to explain to her how to construct a shield.
“You need to make it so it will pass air but nothing else, I almost suffocated the first...”
“I know how to do that, well, something very much like it. But I never knew about this use.”
“You knew how to make a shield? You could have done that with the blindfold on, why didn’t you?”
“I only did it with my hands. I would touch the girl and extend the ‘energy’, that’s how he referred to it, into their body. The way he taught me to do it, it would pass more than air. The energy ignored skin, bone and other tissues, but not nerves. It caused immense pain.” she shuddered, “I hated that so much. Those poor girls... the things I did to them...”
“You know it wasn’t you, you had no choice, no control. You have nothing to feel guilty about.”
“But I... I suppose you’re right... still... so how do I do this?”
After teaching her to work a shield the way I do them, I helped Lea learn to relax and focus her aura so she wouldn’t make inadvertent contact. Teaching her to actually make contact took a while longer.
She had to overcome nearly five years of ingrained, reflexive recoil every time the sparks started. Samantha had volunteered to be a test subject along with both Tiffany and Kirsten so I figured it was just a matter of time. The more focus she achieved, the longer it was able to stay in contact, though she hadn’t been able to trigger a shell in any of the volunteers yet.
In that time, we had scaled back the sex in the house to damn near celibate levels. I was only with Samantha, and after about a week, we began to hear subtle sounds from Mike and Tiffany’s room that told us they were back in the swing of things, though, like us, they were trying to keep the noise down.
It was nearly three weeks before she was able to sustain a contact.
I was watching her aural tendrils slowly wave across the room towards Tiffany’s aura, eventually, one of them, the one matching Tiffany’s most prominent aura, lead the the pack. Tiffany’s aura stretched toward it and the sparks flew.
It stayed connected.
“Okay,” I said, softly, “you’re connected, how does it feel?”
“Weird, there’s sort of a... tickle in my head”
“That’s fine. Now try and follow it, take part of your consciousness and will it toward Tiffany. You should start to hear thoughts.”
“I think... no... wait, I think I’ve got it... this is... Jake! How do I stop this? I have to get out of here.”
“Just, want to. Will your mind back to you.”
I saw her aura snap back and I opened my eyes.
“What was it?”
“What have you done to her? Why is she was wondering what’s going on.”
“How the hell would you know that?” asked Tiffany.
I chuckled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you about the shells. But it’s how I know you did it.”
“What’s a fucking shell?” Asked Tiffany.
“Ynaffit.”
“Congratulations, Lea!” She exclaimed, jumping up and giving the brunette a hug. “I knew you could do it.”
Lea looked very, very confused.
“And now she seems to know what’s going on. What just happened? I heard Mike talking about false personas and shells when he was telling you what happened. He told me a little bit right after he killed that guy, but just that you had done something to protect his real self from guys like that. But I still don’t understand it.”
“Let me fill you in.” Said Tiffany.
While she did that, I wandered out into the kitchen where Kirsten was getting started on dinner.
“You’ll be happy to know that Lea just managed a sustained contact.”
“Good for her!” Said the the little hotness. “You’ll have her ready to do battle in no time.”
“I don’t know about that. Her telekinesis is pretty good already, the things he trained her to do often took quite a bit of control, bend, don’t break, twist, don’t shatter, that sort of thing. I’ve just refocused that control to other things, not involving human bodies. And she’s been a pretty quick study at adapting her shield. The way he taught her to do it was just sick.”
“Did you know he didn’t always force her to do it? She told me that despite being in her head, he would just tell her when to do it and leave it up to her. Of course, there were consequences if she didn’t.
“That was the worst thing he did to her. Even though she knew she was inflicting far more pain than she would receive, she did it to avoid his punishment. The guilt and shame she feels over that is going to be her toughest hurdle. It was the reason she stopped talking to the other girls – it made her feel even worse if she got to know them.”
“Then it’s a good thing she has you to help her. I’m not sure where she is recovery-wise, so I haven’t brought up our impending war.”
“I did. I told her all about your mom, Alek and Phillip and what happened. How you happened upon that guy in the coffee shop and killed him.”
“How did she take it?”
“She wants to help, but I think she scared silly of the chance of getting captured again.”
“Can you blame her? Jesus, what she went through. You’re the closest to her, how’s she doing overall?”
“As well as can be expected, I guess. We talk a lot and the physical contact is helping.”
“Are you seducing her?” I asked with a grin.
“No.” She said, throwing a dishtowel at me. “But we snuggle in bed, sleep curled up together.”
“Now I’m intrigued, since she’s been eating your cooking, she’s filled out, becoming quite the hottie.”
“You may have to wait quite a while for that shot. She may, eventually, be open to sex with a woman, but men? I don’t know, that may never happen.”
She set down the spoon she was using to stir... well, something, and wrapped her arms around my waist.
“I, on the other hand, am really missing the cock. Missing you guys, all of you.”
I returned the hug, “We miss you too, sweetie. You know that all you have to do is join us, our door is always open.”
“I know, I’m not sure I should leave her alone just yet. She has dreams... bad ones... it helps if I hug her. What I would like to do is get her some therapy, but if she tells some psychiatrist what happened to her, she’ll wind up in a rubber room before you can say Sigmund fucking Freud.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, “maybe one of us should switch our majors to Psychology so we can help her when we graduate.”
“That would be up to your wife, she’s already going for a minor in it.” She broke the embrace and pushed me towards the door. “Now go, I’ve got work to do.”
I went back out just as Tiffany was finishing.
“That’s amazing, Jake,” said Lea, “So that’s how Mike was able to break the control and take him out. But how do I practice if I will trigger the shell every time I make contact?”
“You just need to know the passwords.”
We tried it again, this time Tiffany didn’t retreat and her thoughts were natural.
“I’m in,” said Lea, “Okay, I’m picking up something, It’s hard to make out any real details though.”
“Just open yourself up and let it in. Emotions, like her earlier confusion are pretty straight forward but thoughts can be tricky. Try to let her thoughts and emotions flow into you, once they hit your mind, they will make sense. Nobody thinks exactly alike and you have to filter her thoughts through yours.”
“Okay,” she took a deep breath and let it out, “something... and more... this is incredible...”
“Good, you’re doing great.”
“Uhm... Jake?”
“Yes.”
“Can thoughts lie?”
“No.”
Her aura retreated and she regarded Tiffany for a second.
“How can feel like that towards me? You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough to admire your courage, your tenacity and your spirit. I think you are an amazing young woman and I care for you and I respect you. You haven’t done anything other than impress me since I’ve known you.”
“But you know about what I did... to you your husband. I mean, it makes sense you understand because we were being controlled, but...”
“If I got upset every time another girl sucked Mike’s cock, we would have been history a long time ago.”
“Oh, that’s right, Kirsten.”
“Not just her. There have been others. Look, I love Mike, he loves me, but he likes a little strange pussy every now and then. I can’t blame him, so do I.”
“I think you’re going to find that everyone in this house will feel pretty much the same. Why don’t we go find Samantha and try her?”
“What about Kirsten?”
“She’s busy, we can do that after she finishes dinner.”
By the end of the day, she been able to sustain contact with all three girls. I had her do some experimenting in the form of innocuous commands and searching for specific memories, all with the subjects permission of course.
Her training picked up in the weeks after that. Once she had made contact with minds that weren’t tortured and horrified, she found it wasn’t such an awful thing. With that roadblock out of the way she just seemed to develop a thirst for more.
Kirsten even said that she and Lea been, shall we say, somewhat amorous. They’d had a long talk one night about sex. Lea had a very negative attitude towards it, well... can you blame her? Her virginity had been brutally taken from her by a violent, mind fucking misogynist and she had spent the next five years entirely at his mercy, of which, he had none.
Once she had gotten Kirsten’s take, she became curious as to how sex could be in any way pleasant. If there was any one person in the world who could show someone the joys and pleasures of sex, it was hot little Kirsten.
They were taking it very slow and Kirsten was being very careful. They hadn’t gone too far yet, kissing and some tentative petting, but it was progress.
Of course, Kirsten hadn’t told me this, she had told Samantha, swearing her to secrecy. Samantha told me after I swore never to say a word to anyone. Mike was glad to hear Lea was coming out of her shell and being willing to explore and partake of new experiences. He promised not to tell. Oddly enough, after I told him, the next morning Tiffany had come down to breakfast and had pointedly given Lea a very affectionate hug.
That’s how it worked, at least in our house. Swearing someone to secrecy was just our way of saying, “sure we all know about this, but we’re not going to discuss it in the open.”
Lea was more of a telekinetic than I was and, though she didn’t have quite the range my mother had, her control was finer and more detailed.
Once she had gotten over her fear of mental contact, that skill evolved quickly, well, as quickly as it can for someone who can’t see what they are doing.
She was developing well in other areas too. I had mentioned to Kirsten that her cooking was doing the former prisoner some good and I wasn’t kidding. She was still lean, but her face had lost that gaunt look and she was quite the lovely girl. With the improved diet and under the tutelage of the three most spectacular beauties on the planet, even her hair was looking much better, the thick brown locks now flowed in waves down a physique that had previously bordered on emaciated but was now filling out in all the right ways. She could easily be described as sexy, and she was only getting sexier.
She had joined the girls in defense classes and though they were way ahead of her, the determination and spirit that had helped her survive five years of brutal enslavement without going completely insane served her well here too. They were all sure she would be able to hold her own in pretty short order, and that was without the armor and telekinetic boost I would teach her to add to every kick and punch.
Things were indeed looking up. Are you familiar with the saying, it’s always darkest before the dawn? I firmly believe the inverse holds true as well. Nothing invites dilemma or disaster quicker than looking around with a feeling that everything is right with the world.
Samantha and I were cuddling in afterglow one night, waiting to drift off to sleep when there was something of a ruckus in the hall.
“Mike!... Mike!... What’s wrong?” Called a desperate sounding Tiffany.
We rushed out and heard her again, this time downstairs.
“Baby, what happened?”
We went down to find Mike seated in the small chair next to the fireplace, staring into the cold ashes.
“Tiffany, what’s going on?” Asked Samantha.
“I don’t know, we were making love and suddenly he jumps out of the bed and runs down here. Now he won’t even let me touch him.”
It was obvious she was torn between being angry, scared and just plain confused.
I sat down on the chair opposite him.
“Mike? What’s going on?”
“Something’s wrong with me, bro,” he said, his eyes red and brimming with tears, “I think something that bastard did to me stuck. I’m scared.”
Tiffany turned on me, anger flashing in her steely blue eyes, “How could something from that fucker stick? What the hell are those fucking shell thingies for anyway.”
“It... it shouldn’t have let that happen. I don’t understand.”
“What is it, Mike?” asked Samantha, gently, “What do you think ‘stuck’.”
He looked around at us, then sighed.
“I was trying to ignore it, I didn’t want to tell anyone because I thought it would fade, but, it isn’t. It’s getting worse... stronger... a need... almost irresistible.”
“Ignore what, Mike?” I asked. “What are you feeling?”
“I wanted to hurt her.” He said, his voice cracking and a tear running down his cheek. “I wanted to hurt Tiff... and... Fuck! I almost did.”
Tiffany moved to put her arm around him but he pushed her away.
“No! It’s not safe for you... I’m not safe for you.” He buried his face in his hands.
“It might help to talk about it,” offered Samantha, “can you try?”
He pulled is face out of his hands, “I don’t know...” his gaze fell upon the beautiful blonde, “not with Tiff...”
“I’m not going anywhere, bub, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily.” She knelt beside him, careful not to make physical contact, and her voice softened. “You can say it. You know I love you and I know that whatever is going on in your head isn’t about me, it’s that fuck wad who dicked with your mind. Talk to us and then,” she looked pointedly at me, “Jake will fix it.”
Gulp...
“Oh God, Tiff, I love you so fucking much,” tears flowed steadily now, “I don’t know how I could want to... I’m so sorry...”
“What’s happening, Mike?” Samantha asked.
“It started as just a little urge here and there, we would be making love and all of sudden I just wanted to spank her ass, or slap her face. I didn’t do it of course, but I wanted to. I figured it was just some sort of residual effect of those sick desires that bastard put in my shell persona. Or something like that... anyway, I just ignored the urge and didn’t worry about it.”
He looked at Tiffany, started to reach out to her, then stopped and pulled his hand back, folding it with the other in his lap, a fresh look of anguish flashing across his face.
“But it didn’t go away... it got stronger. The urges kept coming and I kept pushing them down but tonight... it... it was more than an urge or a desire, it was more like a need.”
“What do you mean?” Asked Tiffany, her voice soft with love and concern.
“I... I felt like I had to do it. I wanted to... I needed to... hurt you.” his voice was almost a growl.
He tore his gaze from his lovely wife and buried his head in his hands again.
“God help me, I almost gave in. I almost hurt you. If I hadn’t pulled myself away and gotten out of there... I would have.”
He looked up at me.
“You gotta do something, Jake. Get this shit outta my fucking head! It’s driving me crazy! If you can’t...” he looked over at Tiffany, “then I can’t stay here... it’s too dangerous for you.”
“Mike, I’m not afraid of a little rough sex now and then, if that’s what you need.”
“Then you’re a fool.” said a new voice from the stairs.
We turned to see Lea and Kristen standing there.
Lea stepped down and walked into the room.
“If you’re not afraid, then you have no idea what he’s talking about.”
“What do you mean?”
“What you refer to as, ‘rough sex’ and what he was programmed to need are as different as night and day. I know what that son of a bitch needed to get off, and if he gave Mike half of it... you just don’t know...”
“Then tell us.”
“There was no... I don’t know what to call it... mercy? Restraint? Humanity? You weren’t a person to him, you were an object... a toy.” She looked at Kirsten, “Not the kind toy you guys play at. His ‘rough sex’ as you put it, left scars. Physical and mental. He maimed the girls inside and out... and even that wasn’t as gratifying as when he killed them. He told Mike about how he would have to bring them back with mouth to mouth, I saw that, over and over.
“They never knew when it would be the last time and that’s how he wanted it. He would wait until he had a new one, then kill his old one right in front of her so she would have no doubt that he would kill her too. He needed them scared, terrified. He got off on their pain and their fear. His treatment would escalate, doing more and more physical and mental damage until they were just weak, blubbering shadows of their former selves. Mike’s right, if he can’t get control of, or better yet, eliminate these urges, you are in danger,Tiffany, a danger you don’t... you can’t understand.”
Tiffany looked at me, “Jake... please. You have to do something.”
I nodded to her, closed my eyes and called up the sight.
“Mike, your aura... it’s different. It’s a little brighter, but there’s something else... I can’t really put my finger on it.”
I reached out and made a connection, following it in, I mentally gave the password.
“I can feel you.” He said.
“You shouldn’t,” I said, startled, “even other talents can’t feel it when I go in this way.”
“Well, I can. I don’t know how, but I know you’re in there.”
I took a few minutes, trying to check his shell. It was gone... only it wasn’t, not quite. There was something there, something different, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“It’s like your shell personality and your real personality have merged... fused somehow. Or something like it. There’s something going on I’ve never seen.”
Everyone sat quietly, patiently as I looked for the urges and tried to figure out how to eliminate them. After about half an hour, I pulled out and opened my eyes.
“Well?” Asked Tiffany, “Can you help him?”
“I don’t know, I think so... but it won’t be easy, and it’s gonna take a long time. I have to be careful. These... urges, are ingrained in his psyche, part of him. If I’m not very careful, I could damage him. If I try and change too much too fast the changes won’t last and the rebound could be worse than now.”
“How could that be? I thought the shell was supposed to prevent this sort of thing?”
“It must have something to do with what happened right at the end. He said he was in ‘parole state’, the guy was in his head, forcing him back into his shell when he said his password and came back out. But the guy was still in there, trying to stop him. He was probably panicked and throwing everything he had at him as Mike killed him. That combination of Mike being in his shell, not in his shell, the guy’s influence in his head and Mike’s own adrenalin rush sort of short circuited the whole thing. As a result, the urges aren’t just programmed into him, they have become part of him.”
“But you can fix it, right?”
“Like I said, I think so, but it will be just like the process I underwent with Sam. I have to subtly change these things, allow his mind time to adapt and then make another small adjustment. Tiff, this could take months.”
“What are we supposed to do in the meantime?”
“I’ll move out.” Said Mike, “It’s too dangerous now.”
“Mike,” said Samantha, “you said that these urges started out small then grew.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s like what I’ve read about some serial killers, the ones that don’t really like what they do, but succumb to it when they can no longer resist. The urges can be resisted until they have basically taken the person over. Once they give in, they put the genie back in the bottle and the cycle starts over.”
“Are you saying we have to find Mike an outlet?” Asked Kirsten. “A way to satisfy the urges so they diminish and he can ignore them for a while?”
“More or less.”
“I’m not following,” said Lea, “you’ll have to pardon my ignorance, but you guys are so smart and I haven’t been to school since the seventh grade.”
Samantha thought for a minute, “Think of his urges like a little guy who wants to do these things. Mike is sort of throwing a mattress on top of the guy and sitting on it to keep him suppressed. Well, the little guy is having none of that so he struggles. Mike is strong and at first, he has no problem keeping the guy down. The longer he’s under there though, the little guy’s struggles become more frenzied, at some point, even though he’s strong, Mike gets tired. Those struggles start to push up on the mattress and Mike gets rocked. Eventually, no matter how hard he tries to keep the guy under the mattress the guy gets out.”
“I think I got it now,” said Lea, “the only way to get him back under is to give him what he wants so he calms down and stops fighting. Then he can be stuffed back under the mattress, for a while.”
“Right.”
“But how does he get this, outlet?” Asked Tiffany.
“I might be able to...” began Kirsten, “but I don’t know... if it was just name calling and little roughness, you know, pinching, spanking, slapping, that sort of thing, I might even get into it. But if he needs something like what Lea has told me about... I don’t know if I could do that.”
“You can’t.” Said Lea, firmly. “But I can.”
“Lea, no,” said Tiffany, standing up to take the pretty Brunette’s hands, “you’ve been through enough... I can’t let you be hurt again.”
“I’ve got the armor Jake taught me. He can hit me as hard as he wants to... or, rather, needs to. Besides, I suspect it’s not just that he wants to hit and hurt, he needs the right reactions to really get it out of his system. I know what those are. I saw them, heard them... lived them. I can do it so that little guy under the mattress will get everything he needs in order for Mike to shove him back down.”
“But you don’t even want to have sex with men.” Said Kirsten.
“I said I wasn’t ready to try sex with men, Kirz,” explained Lea, “and this isn’t sex. Not from what I’ve learned from you. I suppose I have never even had sex... until you. This is just violence... and it’s not like he wants this, it’s something that he can’t control.”
“Lea,” said Mike, “I can’t... You’ve become a part of us, a member of our family, how could I... do those... those things?”
She walked over and knelt beside Mike. “You can do these things to me because you love Tiffany, you want to be with her, make love to her. The only way you can do that now is to banish these urges and I want you to use me for that. I’m the only one who can do it for you without getting hurt and it’s the least I can do... if it wasn’t for you I’d still be down in that fucking dungeon. It’s how I can finally thank you.”
She looked around the room.
“It’s how I can thank all of you. You’ve made me feel so welcome, so safe, cared about. At first I thought it was just you being polite. But when I went into your heads during my training I found out it was real. You guys don’t lie about your feelings for one another and there was nothing I found that told me you haven’t truly welcomed me into the family and have a real affection for me. You have no idea what that means to me. I never allowed myself to believe I would spend the rest of my life in that fucking place, but I knew that, even if I got out, my life would be nothing more than running from one shadow to another all alone. You saved me from both of those hells. This is how I can thank you for that. Please let me.”
It took about a hour of discussion before we succumbed to the inevitable. I would try and work the changes in Mike as quickly as I could and he and Lea would find a motel or something whenever he needed to relieve the pressure. Neither of them wanted to do it in the house, they knew what it would sound like and didn’t want to subject us to it. The only thing I insisted upon was that under no circumstances whatsoever would she be blindfolded. I wouldn’t allow her to be defenseless.
Mike described the escalation progression. It had been remarkable that he’d been able to hold out as long as he had this time. It spoke to his strength and and love for Tiffany. We determined he would be able to safely go four, maybe five weeks between sessions, so we hoped Lea would only have to do it a few times.
But that, ultimately, would be up to me.