Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY ridgerunner' for the stories that planted the idea in my head months ago. A belated and much overdue thanks to John Hasty for his peerless editing. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes.
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There was clanking, metallic clanking.
"Be still, you'll wake him up!" hissed Margo.
"Mmmmm, yes Madam," Carol said softly.
Wet noises.
"Oh God, Little Cunt, that feels divine." Margo moaned.
Harry opened one eye. He was facing the wrong direction. Nothing very interesting was happening on the bedroom wall. Damn it.
Feigning sleep he rolled over and waited for a moment. There was instant silence.
"Okay, he was just shifting, continue," whispered Margo.
The wet sounds began again. Harry opened his right eye just a little.
Through the slit he saw Carol, stretched out on her back, chained, ankles and wrists, to bed posts. Margo was lying atop her, in what could be a sixty-nine position except that Margo was showing no interest in pleasuring her captive, only in continuing to grind her cunt into Carol's mouth and face.
"Well, he's awake now," Margo said. "Harry, quit faking. Silly man, you can't fool us."
He opened his eyes fully and had a full body stretch.
"What gave me away?"
"Well, the turning over was mildly suspicious but the erection that followed it pretty much told the tale."
"Damn my involuntary biological responses. Did our pet offend this morning or is this just for the fun of it?"
"Little bitch woke me up by tickling my tits. I came to enough to tell her to stop or she'd be punished but she kept on. So, punished it is. Although, as always, I'm not sure it's really punishment... oh... my... as much as she's enjoying it."
"Well, I'm off to the bathroom and then I'll gladly help you chastise our wayward girl."
A muffled "oh damn" came from between Margo's legs.
"Harry, it sounds like the prospect terrifies her," Margo said with a lustful smile.
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In the downstairs guest bedroom, Tamara was curled up on Eddy's chest and shoulder while he happily nuzzled and sucked on her breasts. His large hands caressed her body as delicately as a faint breeze and she smiled both in pleasure and in the knowledge that she was blessed; so few people in the world would ever know what a gentle and loving man her Edward was.
Abruptly he stopped, brought her face to his, kissed her tenderly and then leaned back, looking at her.
"Theresa, I been thinkin'... I know we just moved in to our apartment and all, but what Patricia and Thunder Dyke are talkin' about doin'... would you like us to buy a house, maybe someplace close to here, maybe in this neighborhood even?"
"Whither thou goest, my love, there go I."
"I love you too, but that ain't no answer. What do you want?"
"Edward, I have all that I could ever have dreamed of. For me to want anything more seems... ungrateful of me, I suppose. But in answer to your question, yes, it would be nice to be closer to our friends, for me to have someone to visit with, hang out with while you're at work, once I'm through with my duties at home. It would be nice to have a home of our own, a place where maybe we could have a family some day."
Eddy looked into her eyes, his own growing moist, his lips trembling ever so slightly.
"I thought you was too messed up inside for that to happen," he said, the distress evident in his voice.
"Edward that was one doctor several years ago and all he said was that he thought it unlikely."
"You mean all this unprotected lovin' we been doin', you could get pregnant?"
"Maybe, I'm not sure. It's never something I've worried about. All my previous owners have used condoms and if the rabbit died tomorrow because of you and I... there'd be no happier woman in the world, if you wanted a child, that is. Do you want children or should we start using protection?"
The tears were rolling down Eddy's face in a stream.
"No, I don't want us to start using no gawddamn protection. We're takin' you to the doctor tomorrow or as soon as I can get you an appointment. I'll ask Margo for a recommendation. If you can have children, there's no one in the world I'd rather start a family with than you..." a sob tore through Eddy's voice, "and if you... really can't..."
"Then the world is full of children who need loving homes, Edward. And I can't think of anyone who'd make a better father than you."
"That's because she refuses to see you for what you are, Monster! That's just what this world needs, a passel of innocent little children for you to hurt, Monster, just like you hurt Rachel. Oh, wouldn't that be grand? She could have company. Why, if you tried really hard, you could probably fill a whole wing! The Eddy Janak Wing, wouldn't that be great?"
Tamara had no idea what had caused Edward to curl up in a fetal position and start to wail, softly to himself, but she dealt with it as she dealt with all his pain; the small, child-like woman played mother to the huge, fierce-looking man.
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As Harry passed by their door on his way to the only functional downstairs bathroom, he heard Eddy's cry of pain and the soft comforting sounds Tamara was making. It being Sunday, he felt it very appropriate to send a little prayer winging skyward to the Great Whatever thanking It for bringing Tamara into his best friend's life.
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