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The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Seven by A. J.
Deacon.   codes t/F tttt/F bd con rom

Copyright 2005 by A. J. Deacon. All rights reserved!
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permission to post or use anywhere else. Al J. Deacon 
deacon_al_j@yahoo. ca 
The story should not be read by anyone under the legal
age to read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in
a location where it is illegal to read such stories.

	The Knights of Saint Jillian.....Part Seven

	John and I awoke together Saturday morning when the
clock radio came on at seven- thirty. I was laying on
my right side, with my back to him. My left leg was
drawn up about half way. John was spooning me. His
left leg also drawn up and over my right leg. His
right arm came through the space between my neck and
the pillow, and he had a good grip on my left breast.
His left arm came over the left side of my body, just
above my waist, and was wrapped around me tightly. My
two arms were wrapped over his, and I was gripping
them just as tightly. For the first time in a very
long time I felt safe, snug, secure, and comfortable.
As soon as he was wide awake John started nibbling at
the back of my neck. I took that as a signal and
turned in his arms to face him. I reached down between
us and felt his penis rising. When it was hard enough
I guided it into my rectum, and very soon after that
we were on our way to our first orgasm of the day.

	By eight-fifteen we had finished showering, and
drying each other off. John used a hair drier to dry
my hair. I could tell he really enjoyed do it, so I
let him enjoy himself as much as possible, only giving
directions where necessary so that my hair wouldn't
come out all frizzy. When we came out of the shower
there were some clothes waiting for me on the neatly
made up bed, which I begged to take a few minutes to
do before we showered. It was a simple, but very
elegant little sleeveless wrap around summer dress.
Laying on top of it were a pair of nylon stockings and
a plain white garter belt. John's mother certainly had
the right idea about what a sex slave was allowed to
wear. In a shoe box on the bed were a pair of dainty
little summer sandals. Thankfully the heels were only
about two and a half inches. It has been so long since
I wore anything on my feet. I don't think I could have
managed to walk in anything higher.The adjustment
range on everything was enough so that everything
could be made to fit. My master personally removed the
slave restraints from my ankles, wrists and neck. He
said he didn't want his mother to have to answer a lot
of question about them. To show his ownership over me,
he fastened a fairly heavy gold chain around my neck.
A pendant in the shape of a shield hung from the
chain. The insignia of the knights was engraved on the
front. The back was engraved with "I belong to Sir
John & the Knights". As we walked hand in hand to
breakfast, John explained that he and all the other
knights had chipped in the money to buy the neclace
chain.

	We entered the breakfast nook only a few minutes
after his parents. I was surprised to find the table
set for four. John indicated that I should sit beside
him across from is mother. She was dressed very
similar to the way I was dressed, but I was willing to
bet that she wore panties, and pantihose, although it
was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Breakfast was
enjoyable, although it took me several minutes to
become used to feeding myself with a knife and fork
again. I learned during breakfast that his parents had
been to the opening night of the opera season in the
city, and afterwards they had been invited to the cast
party. John's parents were patrons of the arts. A
foundation established by John's great grand father,
and now administered by John's father, supported the
arts to the tune of about a million dollars a year.
They were on a first name basis with some of the
biggest stars in the cultural life of the whole
region. A lot of very important people in the area
referred to them as Mr. and Mrs.

	"Well, we better be off my dear," John's mother said
smiling as she stood up and held her hand out to me.
It was nine o'clock. I stood up, we excused ourselves,
and walked away from the table hand in hand. We had a
rather pleasant conversation as we rode in the back of
the limousine into the city. The talk was mostly about
John. I could tell she was extremely proud of her son.
I got the distinct impression that she didn't think
any girl or woman would ever be good enough for her
son to marry. With me being his slave, she felt that I
would never be in a position to hurt him emotionally.
I was amazed at how much she already knew about my
past life. John and the knights had done a lot of
mining on the net to gather all the information. It
was kind of weird finding things out about yourself
from somebody who should be asking you for the
information. 

	It became clear that John didn't have what would be
called a normal upbringing. Even from before he knew
it he was encouraged to explore what ever caught his
interest. The only restriction ever placed on him were
only for safety. His parents always answered any
question he asked of them no matter how personal. John
had understood all about sex and its taboos from
before he reached puberty. He was sixteen before he
had a chance to actually explore a girl's body.
Although it didn't include intercourse, they did
masturbate each other to a climax. She was his first
and only real girlfriend. The relationship didn't last
more than a few months, and since then John had only
dated infrequently. His parents were even beginning to
think that John might be gay, since he spent almost
all his time with other boys. In fact as soon as one
of the boys in his circle became attached to a girl,
John seemed to lose interest in him as a friend. His
parents were pleasantly surprised when he discovered
me on the net, and right away made it his project to
rescue me. He seemed to have a real crush on me, and
he was encouraged to pursue the project. The only
stipulation was that I had to want to be rescued. They
were amazed at how quickly he was able to start to
amass the information about Jack and me. For example,
and I'm amazed at this myself, he knew our real names
and address in only hours of deciding to rescue me. I
found out from his mother that John was actually
watching me even before Jack opened my web site.
During those day when Jack thought he was the only one
looking at me, John was actually lurking too. I later
found out from John, that he only found me, because he
had managed to get through the security on the company
computer system at will. He was systematically mapping
the architecture of the system when he came upon the
server Jack was using. It was just a coincidence that
he was exploring inside that server when Jack started
using it to control my body by remote control.

	I let John's mother lead the conversation. I answered
her questions honestly. By the time we reached the
city we had pretty well exhausted John as a subject of
conversation, and she seemed satisfied that I had no
plans for the future, other than what ever John had.
Once we hit the stores, the topic was only clothes.
She seemed to delight in dressing me up for her son.
The styles were a little on the young side for me, but
I still looked good in them and they did make me seem
a few years younger. None of the outfits had price
tags, and she never asked the price of anything. I
have no idea of how much was spent, and she didn't
seemed to be concerned about it.

	In contrast to the youthful style of my outer wear,
the underwear she selected for me was way beyond what
any young girl would wear. I certainly wouldn't have
any secrets while wearing it. Rather than cover up and
hide my intimate parts, these items were designed to
show it off at its best and present it to the viewer's
hands as well as his eyes. My nipples, navel, pubic
lips and rectum were always readily available if not
immediately visible. Nothing would ever impede John's
or any of the knight's use of any part of me at any
time they wished. All through the shopping trip I felt
like a toy doll that John's mother was dressing and
undressing. I was certain that she was getting a lot
of pleasure from the whole experience. For me the
experience left me very aroused, and I couldn't wait
to get back home to my master. Since we both had
little sleep last night, we were pretty tired by the
time we boarded the limo for the ride home. During a
lull in the conversation I fell asleep, and I'm pretty
sure John's mother did too.

	My master was waiting for me in his old room. He
could see in my eyes the I was desperate for an
orgasm, and before I could even open my mouth in
greeting he ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed
and lay my body over the bed. John threw the skirt up
and over the bed, and before I knew it he was entering
my rectum. He used me roughly. At times he would reach
between my legs and pull on the rings. At times he
used a thin twig he cut from a tree, to stripe my rear
cheeks. Sometimes he did both at the same time. This
abusive behaviour was new coming from John, and it
sent me soaring. I climaxed very soon after the first
stripes fell across my rump, and continued until my
master exploded into my rectum and lay exhausted on my
back.

	He ordered me to get naked even before he got off me.
Once I was naked, he re- attached the slave restraints
on my wrists, ankles and neck. After he took off the
gold chain and laid it carefully on his dresser, he
fastened my wrists behind my back and attached the
leash to my collar. I was led naked through the house
to the swimming pool. We were again sharing some food
when the three knights walked in. Their reactions were
almost identical to the reactions of yesterday's
knights. Like the other three, these new boys, also
wore the uniform of the knights, and other than the
differences in ethnic origin they were all about the
same body type and size as John. The introductions to
Sir Ivan, Sir Mario, and Don Pedro were the same as
yesterday. After I was again fastened to the table,
and the three new boys made themselves nude, they also
had intercourse with me while taking the pledge. After
that It was time to eat some more. I was fed directly
from their mouths during a kiss. All through this time
my body was almost continuously caressed by at least
one pair of hands, as I was passed from one lap to the
other. Most of the time I sat facing my partner, with
his penis up inside me. 

	Even though I had more orgasms than I could count,
the afternoon seemed to go very quickly today. Before
I knew it John had ordered us to the showers. This
time John also put on the uniform of the knights. I
was then told to wear some of the items John's mother
and I purchased this morning. I never found out how
these items got to the pool, but they were sitting on
a table along with John's uniform. First I put on a
red corset which helped to further mould my body. It
supported  and raised my breasts, as if to offer them
up to who ever wanted to fondle them, or injure them
for that matter. Only about the bottom third of each
breast was covered. My nipples and the gold rings
through them were now shown off, front and center so
to speak. The four knights watched intently as I
slowly slipped the red nylons up over each leg and
hooked them to the suspenders on the corset. My outfit
was completed by a pair of red shoes. I stood with
legs apart and arms out in front as a knight fastened
a slave restraint on each of my limbs. John fastened
the collar and leash around my neck as someone else
fastened my wrists behind my back. I stood for a
moment so the knights could admire the picture before
them. You couldn't say I was naked any more, but all
the points of interest on my body were still exposed
and readily available for whatever use any one of my
young masters wanted to put them to. As John was
leading us out of the pool, we met his father in the
hall, he was wearing a business suite and carrying a
brief case.

	"That's good timing lads. I see you're all ready to
go," he said as we followed him into the garage and to
the waiting limo. Inside the limo, I sat between John
and his father while the other three boys sat toward
the front. "I have some papers for you to sign Jill.
She'll need her hands free for a little while son." 

	"OK dad."

	"Please sir? What sort of papers?" I asked

	"These are to start your divorce proceedings Jill.
You did want to divorce Jack didn't you? Well I think
the sooner the batter then," he continued after I
answered by a simple nod. "Nobody has been to the
place where they were holding you yet. I think Jack
and his women are still in shock. It would be cruel to
let them go on thinking that you're dead for any
longer than necessary. We're on our way to the farm
Jill, to confront Jack, and present him with our
demands."

	"Demands sir?"

	"Yes. On how the property is to be split and so on. I
don't think Jack will put up much of an objection. I
know you want to be fair so we're only asking for
about sixty percent, but we're not asking for any
ongoing support of any kind." He went on to explain
what we were asking for. In short it was the assets of
two of the holding companies that Jack had set up, a
total value of three million dollars. Jack would keep
the other two companies and the farm, a total of just
over two million dollars. I was amazed at how much
money we had amassed in what seemed to me to be such a
short time. Jack was obviously expecting us. He was
waiting on the porch, and started walking towards the
limo even before it came to a stop. 

	"What's this all about?" Jack asked suspiciously when
John's father came out of the limo to meet him. Jack
looked a mess. He hadn't shaved in several days, his
hair was greasy and uncombed, and he was only wearing
a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It looked like he'd
worn the same clothes for several days.

	"Good afternoon, Jack. I'm Robert Kingsly. I
telephoned you earlier..."

	"Yea, so what do you want," Jack interrupted rather
ill tempered.

	`I'm a lawyer," Robert said handing Jack his business
card. I'm here representing the 
interests of Jillianne..."

	"Say, what is this," Jack interrupted again. "Jill's
d........."

	"Dead, Jack? Yes a lot of people think that she is. I
assure you however that she is unharmed." Robert
signalled, and the rest of us got out of the limo. We
got out on the side away from Jack and Robert and
together we walked around the car. We must have made
quite a sight. The knights all in black, and me
between them in red.

	"Oh my god! It really is you Jill," Jack exclaimed as
we came into view. He turned and moved toward me.
There was a blur of black from my right side and in an
instant Jack was on the ground on his back. Don Pedro
knelt beside his head with one knee on Jacks neck
pinning him to the ground. His fist was raised about a
foot from Jacks Eyes ready to make contact if Jack but
moved a muscle.

	"Do not touch the damsel," Pedro said in slow
deliberate words. "She doesn't belong to you any
more."

	"Easy now Pedro," Robert said as he tapped the boy on
his shoulder. " I'm sure Jack didn't mean Jill any
harm. That was an awesome move, by the way."

	"Thank you sir." Don Pedro said as he jumped to his
feet, and took his place standing on my right side
next to John who was holding my leash. The other two
boys stood on my left. They each muttered their
approval of Don Pedro's actions.

	"What's going on here?" Jack asked as he was being
helped to his feet by the twins. Vanessa and Georgina
had come on the porch when the limo pulled up. And had
rushed to Jack's aid as soon as he hit the ground.

	"In a nutshell, Jack. That explosion was rigged after
Jill was safely out of the building. It was only a big
fire cracker, and you will not find any damage to the
building. Jill wants a divorce. I'm her lawyer. And I
have the papers here for signing.

	"But how did you find her. I made certain nobody
knew....."

	"Not certain enough, Jack. There really are no
secrets on the internet if one is determined enough.
These four lads are part of a group of ten. They were
aware of Jill right from the outset. They were
appalled by her treatment and made it their project to
rescue her. Believe me Jack it only took them a few
hours to determine your true identity. In the mean
time they have discovered everything there is to know
about the four of you. Yes you too ladies. The upshot
of it is that they were able to visit with her
personally. They offered their services, and when you
pushed her beyond where she wanted to go, she took
them up on it. In short, she now belongs to them
collectively."

	"But they're just a bunch of kids."

	"Young men Jack," Robert corrected. "Young and in
their prime. Collectively, they can keep Jill more
than satisfied. and without resorting to the extremes
you found necessary. Now that you have ascertained
that Jill is indeed alive and well, shall we get down
to business Jack?"

	"Yea sure, lets go sit on the porch. Can you bring
some coffee," he asked of one of the twins? I still
couldn't tell which was witch. John led me and the
other three boys back into the limo. While Jack and
Robert talked on the porch, I rewarded Don Pedro, and
the other knights for their protection. For some
reason the sight of Jack flat on his back with Dom
Pedro's knee pinned against his neck had really
aroused me. Jack must have been really distracted,
because while he couldn't see into the limo, I could
be easily heard through the slightly open windows as I
orgasmed  repeatedly. At some later time, I became
aware that the windows had been closed and the air
conditioning was on. We were moving, although I had no
idea for how long. Robert had decided to ride up
front, and give us some privacy. I don't think any of
the boys would have even noticed Robert if he had been
sitting with us in the back. I suspected that perhaps
Robert decided it was better to ride up front, rather
than witness what he would have been very tempted to
take part in, but didn't want to. The four knights and
I took up where we left off in the pool, as soon as we
got back. There was fresh food waiting and this being
Saturday night, the celebration went on late into the
evening. It was very close to midnight when I kissed
each of the three visiting knights good night as they
left.
	
	We were able to sleep a little later the next
morning, and we arrived for Sunday breakfast at nine.
Like his parents we were dressed only in bathrobes,
having just showered. Again there was a place for me
at the table. We had a pleasant conversation. Hillory,
that's John's mother, laughed out loud, when I
described how Don Pedro had used his martial arts
training to throw Jack for a loop.  That brought out
the revelation that each knight was at least a third
degree black belt. John's other big interest was in
fact, martial arts. Each of the knights was a member
of his high school's martial arts team. They competed
against each other on a regular basis. They had been
friends before the rescue Jill project got started,
but the last two years of working very closely
together had welded them into a sort of brotherhood.
To my surprise John wasn't the real computer expert in
the group. Several of the knights were real computer
geeks, as John put it. It was they who had gotten John
interested in hacking into computer systems. John
never did any damage to the systems he hacked into, he
only looked around and then he was only interested in
how a particular system was put together. Which is
what he was doing inside the credit card company's
computer one Tuesday afternoon when he came across me
in bondage. This got him really interested in
exploring further. He knew a lot of people visited
porn sites on the internet during company time, but my
image seemed to be present on the company's system.
His interest led him and the other knights to discover
what was happening. This then led directly to me
sitting in a bathrobe, having breakfast with one of
the wealthiest families in the state. 

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