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[STORY] Warmth of a Touch, by Eric Storm (formerly Net Wolf) [9 / 15] (first, inc, mc, rom, teen, etc...) ********** STORY INFORMATION ********** Warmth of a Touch by Eric Storm (formerly known as Net Wolf) (C)2005 by Eric Storm Chapter 9 of 15 Genres: Drama, Science Fiction Code(s) Used: ds, first, inc, mc, reluc, rom, sm, teen, viol Pairings Used: 3+, MF, fF, fM Martin Gallagher, college student and quiet teen, suddenly discovers the family secret. He has been given this new power to attract women with little more than a touch, but it makes him uncomfortable. What makes it worse is what he's told he's supposed to do with it. Will he manage to adjust and accept it? *************************************** This story will be posted in its entirety, one chapter a day. If you do not wish to wait, or you want to read my other stories, you may go to my website at http://storm.wolfpub.org . If you wish to read the other authors at The Mystic Wolf Pub, the base address is http://www.wolfpub.org . I hope you enjoy the story. ************** THE STORY ************** --===Warmth of a Touch, Ch. 9===-- Chapter 9 The next few weeks went by very quietly for Martin. Finally, he understood Sarah's behavior, and of course, now they were almost inseparable. In fact, he'd had to get just a little nasty with her in order to allow him to spend time with the two other girls who were in need of his attention. She understood, but she didn't have to like it. She'd spent sixteen years away from her brother, and now she wanted to make up for all that time. She knew that couldn't happen, but it didn't stop her from wanting to spend every waking moment - and most of her sleeping moments - with him. Martin was enjoying one of his rare moments alone when his quiet semester came to a screeching halt. There was a very soft, rapid knock at the door that was repeated three times before he could get to it. Someone was obviously in a hurry. Martin opened the door, and was astounded by what he saw. She was shaking, and it looked as if she had been crying. He pulled her inside, and closed the door. Turning, he pulled her against him, and she began sobbing in great, heaving gasps, her body pushing against him in waves. He pulled her over to the bed, and got her sitting down. "Monica," he said softly, stroking her hair, "what's the matter? What made you come all the way down here?" He feared that she had missed him so badly that she couldn't stay away. That would be a serious difficulty. She could barely answer him at all, and when she did, her answer was unintelligible. He waited for a few minutes, hoping she would calm down. She did, to some extent, but he couldn't get her to stop weeping. He was grateful that the sobbing had at least subsided, though. "Daddy's dead," she finally managed to sniffle out. Martin was shocked; it was a horrible thing to have happen. He understood why she would have come here; she wanted the comfort of her owner. He was happy to provide that to her, but he worried about some things. "Does Jen know?" he asked softly. "I don't know. Mom hadn't gotten around to calling anyone before I left. I... Master, I ran away. My mom doesn't know I'm here. I'm so sorry!" Martin pulled her close once again. She was on the verge of sobbing once more, and she was already drained, so he knew that wouldn't be good for her. He held her, rocking slightly to help calm her down. After another several minutes, he did manage to get her settled. She was exhausted and drained. He laid her down on the bed, and continued to stroke her hair. "It's okay that you came here, Monica, though you should have told your mother where you were going. I'll take care of things from here. You rest, okay?" "Yes, Master," she said drowsily. All the crying and the emotional upset had taken their toll on her, and she was asleep in seconds. A few seconds after that, he heard another knock on the door. He figured that would be Jen. When he opened it, he was a little surprised to find Sarah standing there. "Hey, Marty," she said, and leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss, but it was half-hearted at best. She noticed. "What's the matter?" He motioned her into the room, and pointed at Monica. He didn't realize that Sarah had never met Monica. "Who's she?" "Oh, that's right, you've never met. That's Monica. She's Jen's sister." "Oh, yeah, you mentioned her... what's she doing here? She looks like she's been crying." "She has been. Her dad died, and she came down here, on the bus I guess, to... um... well, I think she just couldn't handle it." Sarah looked at him with a nod. "It makes perfect sense that she would come to you." "Problem is, I don't know if Jen knows yet. About her dad, I mean. I'm sure she doesn't know that Monica's here. I'm going to have to deal with this. I'm afraid I won't have much time to be with you for at least a couple of days." Sarah frowned, but nodded again. "Of course. You know I'll do whatever you want me to." Martin stepped to Sarah and took her in his arms. His kiss was far less distracted this time. "I love you, Sarah," he said softly. She leaned against him, lost in his embrace. "I love you, too," she responded. Gently disengaging herself, she stepped back. "I'll let you get back to taking care of this. Call me if you need me for anything." She kissed him again, and then she left. He figured she was upset, but there wasn't much he could do about it right then. Martin took a deep breath as he walked over to the phone. Letting it out, he dialed Jen's number. He wasn't sure he would get a hold of her that way, but after a single ring, she answered the phone. "Jen?" he asked. "Yes, M...Marty?" Her slip told him there was someone else in the room. Probably it was her roommate. "Have you heard from any relatives recently?" "No... should I have?" "I think you'd better come over. I have to talk to you." "I'll be there in a minute." "Good." He hung up, and then turned to look at Monica. As she lay, sleeping on his bed, he realized just how beautiful she was, and he felt a strong need to protect her. He wondered if he was supposed to feel so strongly about all of his girls, or if that, too, made him an unusual specimen of his family. He frowned, thinking about it. His thoughts were finally interrupted by a soft knock at the door. He opened the door, and at least this time was not surprised by who was standing there. He motioned Jen inside, but kept her standing at the door. The way his room was arranged, she couldn't tell who was sleeping on the bed, and took no real notice of the girl. She focused her attention on her master. "Jen, I have some bad news for you. You might want to sit down." He led her over to a chair, keeping himself between her and the sleeping girl. She couldn't see who it was until after she had sat down and Martin had moved out of the line of sight. Her face paled as she recognized her sister, but Martin motioned her to silence before she could make any noise or say anything. "She's pretty worn out, so please, try to keep your voice down. I'll explain why she's here." Jennifer settled. She knew that Martin would take care of her, and do what was best. She sat back in the chair and waited. Martin pulled his other chair over to her and sat in it, taking her hand. "Jen... I don't know how to tell you this, but... Monica came down here because... your father died." The color drained from Jen's face, and tears welled up in her eyes. He pulled her to him, and she came willingly, dumping herself in his lap, wrapping her arms around him, and burying her face in his shoulder as the tears began to flow freely. Her sobs were quiet, but no less heartfelt than Monica's had been. Martin held her tightly, rubbing her back and stroking her hair. He couldn't rock easily in this chair, so he had to settle for his smaller actions. Jen had become so attached to him, however, that his embrace was more than enough to comfort her. After a few minutes, Jen settled, and leaned back to wipe her eyes. Martin reached for the Kleenex box on his desk, and handed it to her. She smiled at him, and took one, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. She made no effort to get off Martin's lap, though, and he was perfectly happy with that. He enjoyed Jen's presence, since she had been tamed. "Jenny?" Martin turned to see that Monica was sitting up on the bed, her eyes still red and puffy from her earlier crying. Jen looked to her master for permission, and then went to her sister, embracing her. The two started crying anew, but it was far more subdued now; it seemed to Martin more like a sympathetic cry, as if they were crying for each other now. He knew there was something else that needed to be done, and so he moved his chair back to his desk. It didn't take long for the phone call to go through. "Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said. "Hi... I'm looking for Mrs. Sarento. Is she home?" "Who is this?" the voice asked. "This is Martin Gallagher. I'm a friend of her daughters. Could I please speak to her?" "Just a minute." The phone was set down, and Martin heard voices on the other end, before the phone was picked up. "Marty?" "Mrs. Sarento? Are you doing all right?" "Marty... I haven't even had a chance to call Jen yet... Marty, her dad..." He could tell she was close to tears. "I already know, Mrs. Sarento. I'm so sorry." "Thank you, Marty... Marty, could you be with Jen when I tell her, please? I don't want her to be alone." She'd already been informed of the split between Jen and Peter, and she had not been unhappy about it. "She already knows, too, Mrs. Sarento. Um... Mrs. Sarento, Monica is *here*." "What?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I knew she'd left, but... I didn't know where... she's down with you?" "She came to be with her sister," Martin said quickly. "She was very upset by this." He heard Mrs. Sarento let out a long, slow breath. "Martin... this is... so difficult for me... I don't know what I'm going to do... I can come down to get her tomorrow, I guess... I don't want her riding the bus alone again." "Mrs. Sarento, if you're willing to let her stay down here for a couple of days, I can drive her back on Friday night or Saturday... You've got enough to deal with, without that kind of drive, and you shouldn't be driving alone, either, right now." "Oh, Marty, are you sure you wouldn't mind?" "Not at all. Anything I can do to help. I know what you're going through; I lost my grandparents recently." "Okay, Marty. I guess she can stay with her sister... The funeral will be Sunday, so... do you think you could bring Jen up for the funeral?" "Yes. I'll drive up on Saturday, and Jen and I can drive back on Sunday night." "You're a savior, Marty. Can you have Jen or Monica call me, please?" "They're right here, if you want to talk to them," he said. "Oh. Yes, I'd appreciate that. Thank you so much," she said. Her voice was far more relieved now than it had been. She had apparently been dreading telling her daughter. "No problem, Mrs. Sarento. I'll see you on Saturday." He pulled the phone away from his mouth, and said, "Jen? Your mom wants to talk to you." As Jen came to take the phone, Martin walked over to be with Monica. She was feeling much better, and being with her sister and her master was helping immensely. She hugged Martin tightly, and he kissed her on the cheek. The two sat quietly while Jen talked to her mother on the phone. Martin felt for both of them, and he would do what he could to make this time easier for both of them. Little did he know they weren't the only ones he would need to help. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The next few days were a mixture of emotions for Martin. While he enjoyed having Monica close to him, he also could feel the unhappiness within her. Jen was also sorrowful, but she didn't seem to be taking it as hard. He'd asked her about it, and she told him that she felt more closely tied to her master than to her father at this point. Martin had felt compelled to reward her for that comment, which he could not say he hadn't enjoyed. Martin understood Monica's actions far better than she might have guessed. In fact, Monica was acting much as Becca had; she depended on Martin to hold her world together. At least this time he knew he wouldn't have to figure out how to solve any school problems. He knew that it had caused Mrs. Sarento some grief to be without her daughter for a few days, but it had been a help to Monica, and since she was his concern, that was important to him. He couldn't bring himself to scold her for her actions, though he had told her that she should have said something to her mother. He thought about all of these things as they began their drive to Albuquerque on Saturday. Both of the girls had decided to sit in the back, so that they would not force Martin to pick one of them to sit up front. He thought that was sweet, and he didn't really want to have to choose between them, anyway. When he looked in the mirror, though, he saw them talking very quietly to each other. Their conversation seemed very serious and urgent, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He shrugged it off; if it was important enough for him to worry about, he was sure they'd let him know soon enough. The three had gotten a late start to their trip, and by lunch time, they had only reached Socorro. Martin had skipped breakfast, and he was very hungry, so there was no way he was going to wait another hour and a half to eat. He pulled into the parking lot of the local Subway, so they could get something for lunch. Before he could get out of the car, Jen said, "Marty, is there a picnic area around here anywhere? Can we eat somewhere... more private?" Jen was still uncomfortable referring to her master by his first name, but he had given her permission explicitly to do so, and she would abide by his wishes. Martin reached over and got his map. Looking, he saw a rest area about ten miles out of town. He thought that was a bit odd, but the highway department often did odd things. He restarted the car, and they went through the drive-through to get their lunch. In a couple of minutes, they were back on the road, heading north. Soon enough, they pulled into the predictably empty rest area. No one stopped here, since it was so close to town. What that really meant was the facility was spotless and in good condition. They found a covered patio with picnic tables, and sat down to eat their lunch. The first several minutes were quiet. Martin was intent on eating his lunch, and Jen wasn't yet ready to start the conversation. Monica was too insecure to start a conversation of this importance, and so she sat, waiting for her sister to say something. Finally, Jen set down her sandwich. "Marty, there's something that Monica and I have been talking about on the way up." "I saw that," he said with a smile. "I take it that it's important." "We think so. Master," she said, intentionally switching back to his appropriate title, "we think that you need to take our mother as you have taken us." Martin had made it clear to Jen that her sister was also one of his slaves. She had reacted favorably to that. Her earlier reaction was the only reason her suggestion didn't make him faint. "Jen... you realize just exactly what I did to you?" "Yes. You made me your slave." "And... you'd want me to do that to your own mother?" "Master, I'm a happy slave. I really enjoy serving you. Did you hear my mother's voice the day you called her?" "She seemed a bit shaky, but she'd just lost her husband..." "I've talked to her since. She's even worse. Marty, my mother and father married right out of high school. They went through college together. They've done everything in their lives together. My mother has never lived alone. She isn't coping very well with this. If something doesn't change, she's going to be miserable for a very long time." Jen wiped away a tear. "I don't want her to be like that. I'm happy. Monica's happy. Why can't you make Mom happy?" Martin dropped his head onto his folded hands. It looked almost as if he was praying, but he wasn't. He was wishing Sarah was here so he could talk to her about this. He knew, though, that talking to her wouldn't help. He knew the questions she would ask, and, given his answers, he knew what she would say. He did find Katie Sarento attractive. He knew that being his slave would make her happy, because all of his slaves were happy. Of course, there was the dynamic of having lost her husband, and he didn't know how that would affect things... But could he really deal with having another slave? And another one who was so far away from him all the time? "Jen, let me think about it? That's kind of a big request." Jen nodded. She wouldn't bring it up again: her master had heard her request, and he would make his decision. The rest of lunch was very quiet. ----- Luckily for the trio, Martin remembered the way to the Sarento house, and so they did not have to depend on Jen's directions to get them lost. It took only a little while before Martin pulled into the driveway and shut off the engine. He raised the top on the convertible before he got out, though the girls had climbed out almost immediately, and were waiting for him at the door. He joined them, and they all went inside. "Mom, we're home!" Jen called out. It took a few moments for Mrs. Sarento to come out from the back room. Martin was astonished at her appearance; her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had been crying for most of the day, and there were dark circles under her eyes, as if she had not slept very well. She embraced Jen and the two almost began to cry again. Martin stepped back from this scene, not wanting to intrude on a family moment. Katie Sarento would not allow him to disengage himself completely, though. After she had hugged Monica, she turned to him, and embraced him strongly. "Thank you so much, Marty. I don't know what we'd have done without you. I can't tell you how much you've helped me." Martin wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed tightly, because he felt she needed the support. He rubbed her back gently, and held on. She showed no signs of wanting to let go. After a minute, he turned his head and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. He was only trying to convey his support for her, and possibly a desire to be let go. She did release him, and gave him a tearful smile. As the girls led their mother over to the couch so they could talk, Martin decided to return to the car to get the bags. Both he and Jen had packed small duffels for the trip. Monica, however, hadn't even thought ahead enough to bring clothes down with her. He shook his head at her behavior as he walked out to the car. He understood her desire to be with her master during a time of crisis, he just wished she hadn't rushed so headlong into things. As he was getting the bags out of the trunk, he heard a female voice behind him say, "Hello." Martin turned to see a middle-aged, but attractive, woman standing at the end of the driveway. "Oh, hi." She motioned to the bags he was carrying. "Visiting the family?" "Sort of. I brought Jen and Monica back up from Rio Lobos." "Oh. You're the boy I talked to on the phone that day." Martin nodded. He thought he recognized the voice. "Yes. That was kind of a bad day for everyone." "True. I want to thank you for bringing the girls home. Katie really needs them here now. Will Jennifer be staying here?" Martin shook his head. "I don't think so. If she does, it will really destroy her grades at school." The lady frowned. "That's too bad. Katie... If I tell you something, will you promise to keep it to yourself?" Martin nodded, and the lady said, "Katie is not taking this very well at all. As a matter of fact, I've felt like she's been slipping deeper and deeper into despair. The only thread she has left to hold onto are her girls. Without them... I worry. Katie is a dear friend, and I really don't want to see her suffer like this. If Jen were to be with her, I think it would be a lot easier for her to take. I know she has to worry about school and her future, but... her mother really needs her, needs *someone*, right now, to be close to her and comfort her." Martin nodded. "I'll talk to Jen about it." The lady smiled at him. "Thank you. And please, don't tell Katie I said anything. I don't want to seem like I'm intruding." "Seems to me like you're just being a good friend. But don't worry, I won't say anything." "Thank you. Well, I'll let you get back inside. I appreciate your help for the family." The woman walked away, leaving Martin with another endorsement of Jen's plan. He still wasn't sure what he should do about it, though. ----- The hours that followed their arrival at the Sarento house were strained, at best. Martin insisted that they go out for dinner, since he didn't want Mrs. Sarento to have to cook for them all. They all finally agreed on take-out, since none of them really wanted to get fancy. Martin went and got it. He didn't think his father would object to this use of some of his trust fund money, but either way, he was going to help out. The evening went slowly, but at least it was uneventful. Finally, it was time for bed. The two sisters each gave Martin a hug and a kiss before departing for their bedrooms. Martin looked over at their mother, and could tell the kind of grief she was feeling. He went over and gave her a hug. She quickly embraced him, and held on tightly. Leaning away from her, he asked, "Are you going to be all right?" She nodded, wiping away a tear. "I'll be okay. Thank you." He nodded, and then he, too, went to get ready for bed. He was very worried about Mrs. Sarento, however. ----- It was roughly two in the morning when Martin woke up. He found himself to be terribly thirsty, and so he got up to get a drink of water. Once he stepped out of his bedroom, though, he saw an orange glow coming from the living room. He figured that was the fireplace, but he decided he'd better check to be sure, plus he wondered what Mrs. Sarento was still doing up. When he entered the living room, he found Mrs. Sarento asleep on the couch, in front of a small fire. In spite of the fire, he saw that she was shivering in her sleep. He looked around, and spotted an afghan lying on the back of a chair. He got that and gently laid it over her, tucking it in very tenderly. Looking down at the woman, Martin's heart broke. Her eyes showed signs of recent tears, and even in sleep, her mouth was set into a frown. He could tell that her dreams were not pleasant, from the way she was twitching. Seeing her like this, and knowing that her unhappiness would spread throughout the family, made up his mind for him. Martin leaned down and softly kissed her on the cheek. She did not stir from her sleep. "Pleasant dreams, Katie," he said, and then left her to her rest. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin did not have a suit with him at school, and so he had to make due with some black dress clothes. The girls, of course, all had ample clothing available. He thought they all looked beautiful, even considering the occasion, and their teary eyes. The funeral home had provided transportation to the church, and the four sat in the back of the limousine, communing in silence. Jen sat next to her mother, and Martin sat with Monica, holding her hand and trying to show support. He was surprised that Katie smiled at him when she noticed they were holding hands. She was holding Jen's hand, as well. The ceremony at the church was somber and unpleasant, even for Martin. He had to wrap his arm around Monica's shoulder, because he felt she was having trouble holding herself together. Monica leaned against him and cried silently. He was holding Jen's hand, as well, and he felt her squeeze it more tightly. He knew she was also trying to control her emotions. He just hoped that his presence was making a difference for them. After the church service, they headed back out to the limo. Before they got in, Martin took Jen's hand to stop her. She turned to him, and he said, quietly, "When we get there, I want to stand between your mom and Monica. Can you stand on the other side of Monica?" Jen was unsure of why he was asking her this, but she was not about to disobey her master, regardless of the request. She nodded, and he smiled softly at her, letting her enter the vehicle. He climbed in next to Monica, and resumed holding her hand for the slow procession to the cemetery. ----- Once they arrived at graveside, Martin stood next to Katie. He wrapped his arm around Monica, who was having a tough time of it again. Her sister put her hand on Monica's shoulder for support, and she looked at Martin to indicate her concern for her sister. He nodded, but then he turned to look at Katie. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes. When Martin gently took Katie's hand and squeezed, she looked over to him in surprise, but she gave him a tender smile for his support. He continued to hold onto her, paying little attention to the ceremony, and far more attention to the ladies next to him. Martin could sense that Katie was struggling as badly as Monica was, and so he let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulder, as well. He didn't really care how it might appear that he was holding two women at the same time; this was about them, not about him, and they needed comfort at that moment. Katie held onto him, weeping softly as the ceremony continued. It was, thankfully, not much longer before the casket was lowered into the ground, and the final steps of the ceremony were completed. While walking back to the car, Martin held the other two back, letting Katie go ahead of them. The two girls looked to him, because they knew he wanted to say something. "When we get home, I need the two of you to disappear somewhere for a couple hours." The two girls looked at each other, and knew precisely what Martin was talking about. They nodded in unison. Jen looked at him with heartfelt gratitude and said, "Thank you." ----- Martin had to decide how he wanted to approach this situation. When they arrived at the house, the girls headed for their bedrooms to change, and Katie headed for the bathroom. This worked out better than he could have hoped for, and he was ready to take advantage of it. Katie had not left the bathroom before Jen knocked on the bathroom door. "Mom, me and Monica are going over to Amanda's for a little while, okay?" She listened for a second to a response that Martin couldn't hear. "Okay." As the two walked past Martin, Jen said, "She wants us back by dinner time. When do *you* want us back?" "Dinner time is fine," he replied with a smile. That gave him three hours, and that was plenty of time. Jen kissed him, and then so did Monica, and the two left the house, so that their master could enslave yet another person. Martin tried not to think of it that way, but it was difficult. He kept reminding himself that this really would be better for her, at least from everything he'd heard so far. He had to wait until she left the bathroom, and that took her a while. He didn't want to consider what she was doing in there, nor why she had used the hall bathroom instead of the master bath, so he let his mind mull over his plan. Finally, Katie left the bathroom. He counted to five, for her to clear the hallway, and then stepped out. He made his way down to her room, and was surprised that she had not closed the bedroom door. He figured she was too distraught to think about it. Peeking in, he found her unzipping her dress. "Katie? Can I talk to you?" he asked. He intentionally used her name, to help him begin to think of her in that way. He saw her jump slightly, as he'd startled her. "Um... sure, Marty. C'mon in." She stopped unzipping her dress, but she didn't turn around. He wondered what was going through her mind. He walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "How are you doing, really?" he asked. His thumb was massaging the base of her neck, as well as pouring warmth into her body. He wasn't blasting it at her; he didn't want to overwhelm her in that manner. She tried to relax into his massage, but it was difficult. She said, "Not very good, I'm afraid. It's... going to be very hard." He could hear the pain in her voice, and he knew tears would soon follow. That wasn't part of his plan. He'd have to find a way to turn this conversation. "Jen tells me that you and your husband have been married since after high school." Martin slipped his other hand onto her other shoulder, and began kneading them. Under normal circumstances, there's no way he would get away with this, he knew. But right now, her grief and the warmth were making sure that things went his way. Katie leaned her head forward, trying to let him relax her. "That's right," she said softly. "I've never been without him." Martin took a deep breath, and figured this was the best opening in this particular conversation that he was going to get. He let his hands slip down off her shoulders and onto her back, slipping inside her dress to slide along the silky skin there. She shivered at his touch, but she didn't say anything. "Do you think you'll be able to make it without your husband?" he asked. He wasn't trying to torment her; he was trying to reinforce his plan of action in his own mind. "I really don't know, Marty, I... I've never considered losing him before now." He felt her body shudder, and it wasn't the warmth's doing. Everything he'd heard told him that what he was doing would be so much better for her than letting her try to make it through this herself. He took a deep breath, and committed himself to it. Martin slid his hands up to the clasp on her bra, and unhooked it. He was a little startled to realize that even her undergarments were black. He arched an eyebrow at that, but continued what he was doing. He slipped his hand down, to finish unzipping her dress, and then he slipped his hands, inside the dress, around to her sides. Stepping closer to her, Marty whispered in her ear, "Maybe what you need is someone to help you through it." The warmth was pouring freely into her now at its 'natural' rate. He could feel her growing flushed. "Marty, I..." she couldn't make a coherent thought; too many emotions were pouring through her at the moment. Martin moved his hands upward, until he could push her dress and bra off her shoulders. Katie immediately crossed her arms on her chest, keeping the garments from falling off. "Marty, I don't know..." Martin moved around to face her, keeping his one hand in contact with her all the way. He looked into her pain-filled eyes, and saw the battle going on there. He could sense her need, and her desire, but that was being fought by her despair. He brought both hands to rest on her cheeks, brushing away the tears he found there. "Katie, your husband has passed on. Now it's time for you to move on." He knew that sounded a little cruel, but he had a mission to fulfill. He tenderly pulled her head forward until their lips met. She didn't hesitate to kiss him, and it felt very good for both of them. Katie needed the support that Martin represented. She allowed him to bring her arms down from her chest, which then let her dress and bra fall to the floor. He embraced her, pulling her strongly to him. Soon, Martin's tongue was requesting entrance to her mouth, and she granted it, parting her lips. His tongue was soon caressing hers, encouraging her to participate actively. She did, and their tongues were quickly performing their own dance. Meanwhile, Martin's hands slipped down onto Katie's ass. He squeezed her cheeks through her half-slip, and he felt her shiver at his touch. Sliding his hands to her waistline, he grabbed the elastic of the slip and pulled it down over her hips, allowing it to fall to the floor with the rest of her garments. After a moment's consideration, he did the same with her panties. Katie was now wearing only stockings and heels, and he intended to leave those on. Katie enjoyed the feeling of this young man holding her so tightly. When he moved slightly away from her, she wondered what he was doing. Since they were still kissing, she could not look to see. She felt his arms brush against her breasts, which caused her to moan. It also told her that he was probably undoing his own shirt. In a few more seconds, this was verified when she felt his bare chest pressing against her tits. She moaned again as she felt it, and then his arms pulled her even more strongly against him, mashing her tits in between them, which felt wonderful to her. Martin slid his hands down to her hips, and pushed against her, but it was hard to feel anything through his pants. He had already kicked off his shoes, and so he reached down to undo his pants. Soon, those and his briefs were sliding down to the floor, and he was also naked. He finally broke their kiss, so he could step out of his clothes and pull off his socks. He immediately stepped back to Katie, examining her body intently. He was surprised at how beautiful her body was, even in her early forties. Her tits showed only the slightest sag, and her small, pale areolas held thick, erect nipples. She had a body that still inspired him, and he intended to let inspiration take its course. Martin took Katie's hand, and helped her step out of the pile of clothes she was standing in. He led her over to the bed and gently laid her down on it. He lay down with her, his hand dropping lightly onto her breast, tenderly squeezing and caressing her flesh. She sighed as their lips met once again. Martin didn't kiss her for very long, only because his mouth decided to stray along her skin to other parts. He moved along her chin and up to her earlobe, licking and kissing it for some time. Eventually, he slipped down, moving to her neck where he spent even more time, while both his hands fondled her breasts. After a while, Martin finally allowed his mouth to wander down off Katie's neck and onto her chest. His lips and tongue soon found her tit, and began to tease the sensitive skin there. It wasn't long before his lips found a nipple, and he took it into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his tongue flick against it. Katie moaned loudly at this sensation. The warmth was pouring through her now, and she was entirely welcoming his actions. Martin switched back and forth between her breasts for some minutes, pushing her to higher and higher levels of arousal. When his mouth finally continued its journey downward, his hands continued to massage her tits, keeping her fully aroused. It took only a few more seconds before Martin was approaching the sensitive area between her legs. Katie parted her thighs for him, giving him easy access to whatever he wanted. As his hands continued their motions, Martin's tongue slipped out to press against Katie's swollen pussy lips. She groaned in bliss as his tongue slid against her cunt, worming between her outer lips to flick against her inner lips. When he found her hole, he pressed his tongue firmly into it, and Katie's hips pushed against him, trying to drive his tongue deeper inside of her. Katie was becoming more vocal as Martin worked his tongue inside of her. His fingers began to roll her nipples, and to lightly pinch them. She was soon lost to the pleasure she was being given, and totally enthralled by sensations assaulting her body. When Martin's tongue moved from her hole up to tempt her clit out of hiding, it was as if an electric shock ran through her body. Katie shuddered at the contact, and Martin kept it up, flicking his tongue against her swollen clit, driving her closer to the edge. When Martin began to tug on her nipples, and at the same time sucked her clit into his mouth, the pleasure was more than she could stand, and she went plummeting over the edge, crying out in orgasm, lost to the joy of the moment. Her back arched and her hips pressed her pussy down onto Martin's face. Martin continued to suck and lick throughout her orgasm, prolonging her enjoyment for as long as he could. When Katie finally came down from her peak, she gently pulled Martin up to lie alongside her. She kissed him, tasting her own juices and not minding one bit. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh. She pushed him onto his back as they continued to kiss. When she broke the kiss, she said, "That was wonderful. Now let's see if I can make you feel that good." Katie slid down Martin's body until she was staring at his fully-erect cock. She wrapped her hand around it, and began to stroke softly. Martin groaned at the sensation. Soon, Katie's tongue slipped out and ran along the length of Martin's shaft, ending up at the head of his dick. She ran her tongue all the way around the head twice, and then her mouth descended, her lips wrapping around his shaft. Martin placed his hands very lightly on Katie's head, tangling his fingers in her silky black hair. She continued to bob her mouth on his dick, and the warmth was flowing intensely between them. He didn't really think he needed to give it any help, but just to make absolutely certain this worked, Martin revved his warmth up as high as he could get it. The sensation flowing across his dick, along with the feel of her lips and tongue sliding on his shaft, was intensely pleasurable. For Katie, the warmth was assaulting what will she had left. It had been removing all her resistance since they had begun, and it was now assaulting her central core. Katie was intent on giving pleasure to her partner, and ignored the assault on her psyche, not that there was anything she could do about it, anyway. Martin knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Katie was simply giving him too much pleasure for him to resist. Her lips were sliding along his dick very lightly as her head bobbed rapidly up and down. Her one hand was caressing the shaft below her mouth, and her other hand reached down to tickle his balls. That was more than Martin could take, and he immediately grunted loudly in warning, right before his cum shot from his dick. Katie swallowed it all, and embraced the commands being sent to her mind. It all boiled down to one, simple, message, that now rested in the center of her being. *<<YOU ARE NOW THE PROPERTY OF MARTIN GALLAGHER.>>* When Katie felt that message, her body shuddered in climax. Martin felt Katie's orgasm, but was too busy coming down off his own to pay much attention to it. In fact, Katie was coherent before he was, and she climbed up his body. He pulled her to him and kissed her, tasting his cum on her lips, and not minding at all. They kissed passionately, for they were not finished. When they broke the kiss, Katie reached down to gently fondle his prick. "How long do you think before he'll be ready again?" she asked coyly. "If you keep doing that," Martin said, enjoying the sensation of her fingers, "not very long." "Oh, good." Katie continued to massage his dick, and it wasn't very long before he was becoming hard again. They began to kiss once more, and their tongues were immediately dueling pleasantly. Martin returned to fondling Katie's tits, and she moaned into his mouth, her arousal rising again. When Martin's cock was fully erect once again, Katie rolled on top of him. She straddled his waist, but remained pressed against him, her tits squashed against his chest, her lips locked onto his. She shifted her hips as her hand positioned his cock at her entrance, and then she pushed her hips downward, forcing him inside of her. They both moaned as he entered her. Katie began to rock her hips, and Martin was thrusting up into her. The two were far too aroused to start slowly. Katie broke their kiss so she could sit up, though Martin's hands remained on her tits the whole time. He fondled her breasts, watching her to see what she enjoyed. She began to move up and down on his shaft, grinding her hips and using her pussy muscles to massage his dick. Martin couldn't believe how good she was making him feel. Middle-aged or not, this woman knew a thing or three about sex. He continued to massage her tits as his hips tried to meet her every move. The pair were working together for mutual enjoyment, and they were both moaning loudly. Martin slid his hands off her breasts and down to her hips, to help him thrust up into her. Katie leaned over slightly, to allow him to take one of her swinging breasts into his mouth and suck on it. Katie cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of his tongue sliding over her nipple. The two moved together in wild abandon, lost to the pleasure of the moment. After a while, Katie leaned back, releasing her tit from Martin's mouth. She climbed off him, and he looked at her in consternation. That look was quickly replaced with a smile when she got onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass seductively. He moved in behind her, and looked down at her wonderful cunt and tight ass. He ran his hands over her ass cheeks, and then he placed his cock at her hole once again. Katie grunted loudly as Martin slammed home into her. He wasted no time, but set up a furious pace, ramming his cock deep into her with each thrust. Katie was moaning and screaming in her joy. Martin reached around and grabbed her tits again, groping them as he continued to slam into her. Katie was panting and screaming with each thrust, encouraging him to go faster, to thrust harder. Martin could feel his own body rising to its peak, and he was sure that Katie was not far behind him. He pinched her nipples lightly, twisting them to arouse her further. The sounds she made told him how well he had done. He let one hand leave her breast, and it wandered down to find her clit. As he continued to ram into her, his fingers strummed her clit, and that was the point of no return for her. Katie was lost in the white hot light of passion as her orgasm rippled through her body. Her muscles clenched and twinged, and she screamed out once more in ecstasy. Her pussy muscles gripped Martin's cock and began to massage it, trying to milk him. The effort worked, and Martin could no longer hold back; he blasted his cum deep into her cunt, which drove her even higher into the realms of pleasure. The two rocked and thrashed against each other for long moments before they were able to calm down from their pleasure. Martin reluctantly pulled himself from within her, and he sank down onto the bed, softly pulling her with him, so that she ended up beside him. They spooned together, with him stroking her side. There, they rested. ----- The pair lay in the bed for a long time before they got up. The first thing that Katie did was to close the bedroom door, in case her children came home. After that, they both went into the master bath to take a shower together. Although they did a great deal of necking, they were both too worn out to do more than that. As Martin was scrubbing Katie's back, she said, "I guess we're going to have to tell the girls that I'm your girl now... but I'm not sure how to break it to them, so soon after their father's death." Martin heard sorrow in her voice, but it wasn't as prominent as it had been only an hour ago. "They already know," he said as he reached her ass, and decided to scrub it, too. "What do you mean?" Katie asked, leaning back into his hands. "It was their idea. They..." Martin paused, because he wasn't sure how to say that her daughters didn't think she could handle things. "They felt it was the only way for you to be happy." "And how would they know that being your slave would make me happy?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "Well, because they have first-hand experience. Both of them have been my girls for a while now." "Mm," she purred. "So, now you have a family set," she said, pushing back against him. "Yeah." Martin reached around and caressed her abdomen. Getting serious for a moment, he asked, "Were they right?" Katie took a long moment to answer. "I don't know." She turned in his arms until she was facing him, and said, "And I'm glad I never have to find out." She kissed him lovingly. Martin was still uncomfortable with the whole notion of people who knew they were slaves, and were happy about it, but that was just the way the warmth worked, and there wasn't anything he could do to change that. He had to admit that this woman was sexy as hell, though, and he was just as glad to have made her feel better about her life. ----- After the couple exited the shower and dried off, Martin left her for a moment to throw on some casual clothes. He rejoined her in the living room, sitting on the love seat where she had previously sat with her husband. Martin tried not to dwell on it. "The problem now," Katie said, her voice taking on a distinct note of sadness, "is that you're leaving to go back to school, and I'll be here all alone." "You'll have Monica..." Martin said weakly. "It's not the same, Master," she replied. Martin took her hand and squeezed gently. "First off, you can continue to call me Marty, especially around other people. I really don't know what to do about us being apart, though. I didn't like doing it to Monica, and I don't like doing it to you." Martin sat for a while, trying to come up with an answer. He wasn't sure he was ready to have all the responsibility of a family dropped on his shoulders, but it was just a little late to worry about that now. The two were still sitting on the love seat together when the girls came back from visiting their friend. They were both a little somber, but smiled when they saw their master sitting with what they knew was his newest slave. The sisters went over and hugged them both, kissing Martin on the lips, now that they could get away with that in front of their mother. "So, this is why you broke up with Peter," Katie said to her daughter with a smirk. "Yeah... he, uh... didn't give me a lot of choice in the matter." Her voice softened as she said, "I'm glad he didn't." Martin smiled at her. It was very weird, having conversations like this one. Lianna and he never talked about "before", and of course, Sarah was not under his control, nor was Becca. It felt very odd for him to be sitting among people who were actually happy to have their lives stripped from them. Martin sighed at the strange twist his life had taken. "I just wish I was as lucky as you are, Jen," her mother told her. "At least you get to be near him every day." "Mom, why can't you move down to Rio Lobos?" Jen asked. That stopped everyone cold for a long moment. "The problem," Martin said slowly, thinking it out as he went, "would be Monica's school. She's still got another... what, three or four weeks?" "Three," she said with a frown. "I tell you what, guys," Martin said, coming to an idea. "The semester ends in a week. That means Jen can come back up here then, and spend the summer. I'm planning on being away on vacation all summer, anyway..." They all frowned at that, but kept their peace. "So, if you could work it out to move over the summer, then when I get back, we could all be together more often." "Do you have to go on vacation for the *entire* summer?" Monica pouted. "Sorry, but I need to spend some time with my sister. It's a long story," he said, seeing the looks on their faces. "If you get moved down there quickly enough, maybe I could cut my vacation a little short, to spend some time with you all before school starts..." "That sounds like a good idea, Mas... Marty," Katie said, slipping just a little. Martin kissed her softly, so she wouldn't think he was mad at her for it. "But will there be a job for me in Rio Lobos? It's a small town, and they probably don't have a need for a lot of teachers." "If you can't get a job in the municipal schools, I bet the college could use you, Mom," Jen said, warming to the idea. Martin nodded. "They're always short of people. The bigger colleges apparently can give more incentives to pull them away, though the pay scale is mandated by the state." "No incentive could pull me away from you," Katie purred. Martin smiled at her, and rewarded her with another kiss. "So, that's settled, then?" Martin asked. There were nods. "Okay, we'd better get dinner going. Jen and I have to leave in a couple hours, or it'll be awfully late when we get back to school." ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... The next day at lunch, Martin was sitting with Sarah, telling her about the weekend, when Peter came over, looking very distraught. He sat down without so much as a greeting, and he looked like he was ready to either cry, or to hit someone. "What's the matter, Pete?" Sarah asked softly. "They're going to suspend me at the end of this semester. Even if I ace the final exams, it won't pull my grades up enough to improve my GPA into good standing." "Isn't there some kind of appeals process?" Martin asked. "Yeah, but I'd have to get someone else to speak for me. That's the way it works. It's almost like I have to have a lawyer. They say the idea is that a third person would be more objective about my difficulties than I am." "How have you been doing since... uh... you and Jen broke up?" "A lot better, but it's not good enough. I haven't had enough time." "True, but I would think that would count for something. If you want, I'll act as your advocate." "Really? I'd appreciate that, Marty." It was obvious that Peter was very upset. Sarah leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What are you going to tell them happened to Jen?" She was concerned about the family secret. He whispered back, "Nothing. They only need to know she has a new boyfriend." Sarah nodded at that, and continued eating her lunch. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... "This appeals hearing is now in session. Mr. Rawlins, do you have a spokesman?" Martin stood up at that point. "I will be speaking for Mr. Rawlins, Dean. My name is Martin Gallagher, and I am a freshman student here. I am a close associate of Mr. Rawlins, and am extremely familiar with both his academic and personal situation." "Very well," the dean said. "You are aware of the reason for his suspension?" "Yes, sir. You wish to suspend him based solely on his academic performance, as reflected by his cumulative grade point average." "Correct. You have a reason that we should not do so, I assume." "Yes, sir. When Peter Rawlins came to NMSS, he met an old friend that he had known from high school competitions. He and she developed a relationship over the first half of the fall semester. If you'll note Mr. Rawlins' class grades during the first half of the fall semester, you will see above-average work. However, as this relationship blossomed, it became apparent to those of us around Mr. Rawlins that this girl was causing difficulties both in his personal and academic life. It was at this point that Mr. Rawlins' grades began to decline, and you can see clearly that they were sliding for the entire rest of the fall semester. "When Mr. Rawlins returned for the spring semester, the relationship continued, and consequently his grades did not improve. Though we had counseled Mr. Rawlins that the relationship needed to be ended, there were personal difficulties in managing that. "Then, just after Spring Break, the two broke off the relationship, in a fairly abrupt manner. If you'll review Mr. Rawlins' grade records since Spring Break, I think you will find a steady increase in the quality of his work, to the point that he is now turning in work of the same quality as he was giving at the beginning of the fall semester. "I know that personal relationships should hardly be an excuse for academic failure, but we are talking about a freshman, away from home for the first time, involved with a young lady that simply didn't understand where the relationship's limits should be. Since he is now free of that burden, and, I might add, she has found another boyfriend and so is unlikely to attempt to return to harass Mr. Rawlins, I would ask the academic council to consider that Mr. Rawlins is quite capable of doing the work, now that he is freed from the distraction of the young lady." Martin took a deep breath after finishing his statement. Talking to adults was much more nerve-wracking than dealing with the kids at MOSI had been. "What if he gets another girlfriend?" a female on the panel asked. "Will his grades sink right back down?" "Ma'am," Martin replied, "this particular girl was... very unusual. I don't think a typical relationship would have affected Mr. Rawlins' grades in the first place. This girl was very manipulative and overly dependent. She gave him no space, and wouldn't take no for an answer. I have personally promised Mr. Rawlins that if he ever gets involved with another such female, we will take him out behind the gym and beat the living snot out of him." The council laughed at that. They conferred very quietly among themselves for a few moments, and then leaned back. The dean asked, "Mr. Gallagher, will you be staying for the upcoming school year?" "Yes, sir. I intend on completing my degree at NMSS." "What about the summer session?" "No, sir. I'll be on vacation for most of the summer." "I see. Very well. Mr. Rawlins, we are going to suspend you for the summer, then. You will remain on academic probation for the next academic year. I suggest you listen more closely to the advice of your friends. Further, I'm making Mr. Gallagher responsible for monitoring your academic progress. Mr. Gallagher, I expect you to be honest with us. If Mr. Rawlins shows signs of an inability to handle the work at this school, I want to be notified immediately." "Yes, sir," Martin said with a nod. "Very well. Mr. Rawlins, your record will not show a suspension, but do not attempt to enroll for the summer session, or I will be very upset." "I have no intention of going against your wishes, Dean," Pete assured him. "Very well. This hearing is adjourned. Good luck, Mr. Rawlins." ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin was studying for his finals, which would begin the next day. It was nearly nine o'clock, and he'd sent both of the girls away so he could do some final preparation for his exams. He knew that everyone else in the building was also probably studying, which was why he was a little surprised by the knock at the door. He got up to open the door, wondering who would be coming to see him at this time of night. He was surprised, when he opened the door, to find Georgia standing there, looking rather dejected. "Hey, Georgia," he said brightly. "C'mon in. What's the matter? You look like your dog just died." He mentally slapped himself for that. Given the semester he'd had, her dog very well *might* just have died. "Hey, Marty. I just wanted to come to say good-bye." "Good-bye? You're leaving school?" "I can't cut it here, Marty. This is the third school I've attended in three years. I guess I'm just not cut out for college." "Well, you picked a hell of a tough school to attend..." "I know. My parents wanted me to be really successful. I just... I'm not smart enough to go here!" Martin gave her a strong hug. He didn't like seeing her in distress. "This school isn't for everyone, that's for sure," he said softly, stroking her back. "Will you try to go to an easier school?" "My grades here have been so pathetic, I don't know what school would take me. I'm going to take a year off and work. Maybe after that, I can try to figure out where I can go that I'm not too stupid for." "Georgia," Martin said sternly, "you're not stupid. Not everyone is Einstein. Okay, so your strength isn't necessarily in your academic skills. Maybe you have other talents that you should be working on." She smiled at him. "Thanks, Marty. I always told Sarah you were a good friend. I wish we'd gotten to know each other better." "Me, too," he said, giving her another hug. "Marty, since I'm leaving," she said, with a shy smile, "I was wondering..." Martin grinned at her, "Did you want to say good-bye in a very... special way?" She nodded. Nothing more needed to be said. ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... Martin and Sarah were just outside Albuquerque, heading east. They had just left the Sarento house, having dropped off Jen. They'd spent a little time there, so that Martin could catch up on what his family's plans were for the summer. It felt extremely disconcerting to think of them as "his" family, but that's precisely what they'd become. He looked over at his sister, who had finally openly introduced herself as such to the Sarentos. She had told him in no uncertain terms that he had to take care of his girls (she'd called them slaves, but he still didn't like the word), and that he had done a good thing looking after Katie. The two were expecting a long, tedious trip, although they would both enjoy the company. In fact, the trip took them almost five days, since they spent a lot of time just being with each other, and getting kicked out of hotels because it was past check-out time. They took their time getting into Florida, but as soon as they hit the state line, there was an urgency to get home. Sarah had not seen her parents in sixteen years, and she had *never* met her little sister. Martin knew it was his responsibility to tell Becca; that would be an interesting conversation. As they came into Clearwater, Sarah looked very nervous. Martin pulled into a parking lot, so he could talk to her first. "Are you okay?" he asked. She looked frightened. "It's been a long time, Marty," she said, her body shaking. Martin reached over and took her into his arms. She came more than willingly. He held onto her until she calmed a little. "They're not going to reject you, Sarah. They love you, just like I do." He smiled and chuckled. "Well, not *just* like I do..." He finally got her to smile at him. "But what about Becca?" Martin frowned. He wasn't sure how Becca would react. On the other hand, if she was going to be mad at anyone, it would be her parents. "I don't think you need to worry about Becca." "Are you sure?" "She might be upset after finding out about you, but it'll be at Mom and Dad, not at you." She considered that for a long moment. Then she leaned up and kissed Martin on the lips, very tenderly. "Thanks, Marty. I love you." "I love you, too. Are you ready?" She pulled away from him, and sat up in her seat. She nodded resolutely. "Let's do it." ----- When Martin pulled in the driveway, he could see his sister waiting for them, watching through the front window of the living room. He smiled and waved to her. It was obvious that she called out to the others right before bolting for the door. She was out the door and to the car in seconds. Martin had just managed to get out of the car - something he knew he should do quickly - before Becca strangled him in a hug. He kissed her passionately, and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground. They remained like that for several moments, before she finally let him go. "I missed you," she said unnecessarily. "Really? I couldn't tell." She punched him playfully. Martin could see his parents standing at the door, but they were looking from him to Sarah, giving him a message. He nodded, and then motioned Sarah over. He looked at his younger sister, and grew a little more serious. "Small Fry, I have... another secret to tell you about." "Uh-oh. I'm still getting used to the last one!" She smiled to show she was half-kidding. "Well, you won't have to keep this secret from anyone." "Good. What is it?" Martin took a deep breath. "Rebecca Gallagher, meet Sarah Gallagher... your sister." ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... ...---=== http://ericstorm.wolfpub.org ===---... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+