The Order of Zarathustra

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I finished the whole season, so I decided to drop the last two chapters simultaneously. Hope you like how it turned out. Please leave any comments, and don't forget to vote at the bottom as well! Ratings are story fuel! On we go!

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The Order of Zarathustra, Chapter 8

Baby New Year

Rachel carefully lined up the sights on the pistol so the tip of the front blade peeked up in the rear sight. Holding her right wrist steady with her left hand, she squeezed the trigger slowly. The M9 bucked a little when she fired it, but yet another hole opened up in the black circle of the target. Knowing that was ten shots, she saw that the action had locked in the open position. She inspected it to make sure it was clear, then ejected the clip and set them down on the firing line before bringing in the target.

Khan pressed in behind her, reaching around to pull the target off. "Well done," he said loudly so she could hear through the headphone ear protectors and the barrage of gunfire at the indoor range they were at. She got mildly excited, both from the feel of him pressed behind her in the booth and the praise he had given her. He pointed out how her shots improved over the last hour. He handed her the target. "That one's a keeper. Hang it on your wall. It will make the boys behave when they come in your room. Case your weapon and collect brass. We're done here. Excellent work."

They checked out of Eagle Eye and jumped in his old F-150. He let it warm up for a minute with the heater on full blast, it was so cold out. In typical St. Louis fashion, Christmas Day had been fifty degrees and sunny, and the next day four inches of snow had dropped in along with freezing cold. It had been a good Christmas for Rachel. She had made amends with her Mom after a confrontational Thanksgiving. If she didn't support her daughter's new lifestyle choices, at least she would tolerate them. She couldn't deny how it had changed Rachel. Her favorite present had been from her Master. The M9 was a 9 millimeter automatic, the exact same one the military police carried. It was big, heavy, and black. This had been the first opportunity she had to try it out. Any misgivings she had about handling firearms had been driven out of her by repetitive drills and talks of turning one's fears to strengths in true Zarathustran fashion.

She thought they were ready to go, but then Khan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, as if finalizing an internal debate. He turned the radio off and turned to her. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"Done."

"You don't even know what it is yet. Hear me out."

"Done! You're asking ME for a favor? After everything you've done for me? Go ahead."

He paused for a long beat. "You know how, when I took you on as Apprentice, you were expected to follow all my orders, except in one particular area?"

"You want me to fuck somebody. If it's Kayden, the answer is still no, sorry."

He shook his head. "No, not her. I respect your decision there. No, I'm embarrassed to admit, I do have somebody else in mind, though. Remember Michael, from the fourth of July party?"

"Sure. Done. Like I said, if that's a favor to you, I'm in. Do I get to know why?"

He swallowed. His reaction made her curious. It was unusual for him to seem hesitant and unsure. "Michael took an interest in you after the party. You caught his eye. You know he is a member of the Order, but he never took on an Apprentice. At least, not one that lasted. He had at least one, maybe two, but they didn't survive the first year."

Rachel's eyes got big at that comment. "No not literally! Sorry! They dropped out. It happens. You find a young person, they start off all pumped up with good intentions, but then things get difficult. They don't submit properly to their Master. They aren't willing to put in the work. So they leave. He won't take on another Apprentice at this point, but he likes the idea of having a female one. Just for a night. It turns out that he happens to hold a key piece of property I need. We negotiated a price, but then he threw in a condition on the sale."

"Me. Wait, so he's the guy who owns the easement strip for the O'Fallon project? What are the odds of that?"

"Pretty good, if you consider he did it on purpose when I opened my big mouth at the party."

"So, basically, you're pimping me out to the little Georgian Hobbit then?"

He put the truck in gear. "Forget I asked. I can make it work without this."

She put her hand on his to stop him so he would look her in the eye. "Done. Seriously. If this helps you out, done."

"You need to understand, this was never my intention when I took you on. Thank you."

"You didn't intend to pimp me out to your friends?"

"Stop it." He backed the truck out and headed out of the parking lot.

"You mean you didn't train me to be a sexy little whore you could sell to the highest bidder?"

"Stop."

"A fuck doll to get turned out by perverted clients just for fun and profit?"

"RACHEL."

"Sorry. It's okay." She patted him on his thigh, then left her hand there as he drove down the access road to the interstate exit. "So does it bother you, that I'm going to fuck your friend? That he's going to put his hands all over me? Or does that excite you?"

Her hand kept stroking his thigh. "It bothers me that I put you in that position."

"What position will I get put in, Master? On my knees? On my back? Bent over?"

"What's gotten into you?"

"I was hoping you would, Master. I couldn't help noticing you scheduled two hours for practice this afternoon, but we were only at the range for an hour. Are we going to have any other practicing before we go home?" He grumbled something about apprentices being seen and beaten often.

Instead of turning right on to the interstate, Khan swung the truck left and rolled into a basically empty park and ride lot. He backed the truck into a space far from everything else and left the motor running. He looked at her, took her wayward hand and placed it on his hardening cock.

"Fine. Let's call it a speed drill, then. It's cold out here."

She raised an eyebrow. "Challenge accepted." She unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans, fishing out his oversized cock. Without taking her glasses off, she took the head in her mouth, rotating her neck to really move it around in circles.

"Very nice. Good thing about parking sex, you don't have to worry about being quiet. Give me some moans, please."

Rachel responded with a series of deep porn star style moans. The vibrations travelled down his penis. She jerked the shaft quickly with just the thumb and one finger. Her mouth came off his cock with a gasp of breath.

"Master, are you going to watch me suck Mike's cock? Make sure I do a good job?"

He placed a hand on the back of her neck and guided her back down on his dick. She kept up with the noisy hummer as she bobbed up and down. "I can if you want. Is that what you want, to show off for me?"

"Mmm Hmmm! I want to make you jealous, Master! That way when he's done with me, then you'll take me home and fuck me that much harder!"

"Who says I won't be joining in?" She moaned in delight as he 'forced' her back to sucking him.

"Don't worry about me being jealous. Worry about doing a good job. Because if you don't, if you give him a performance that's not your best. I will know. And you know what happens then." He leaned over and slapped her on the hip. That made her reposition so he could get at her ass. He spanked her, right there in the truck in the parking lot as she blew him. Cars roared behind them on the interstate.

"This isn't just for fun. This is a lesson. You want to learn how to be a good little slut? How to suck a man off so good his mind dissolves, and you make him your slave? Get to work!"

His other hand grabbed her by the hair, holding her still as he thrust up into her mouth and gave her a good spanking as well. The moans continued. "Make those lips tighter. That's it. Becoming an eager little showoff, sucking cock in the parking lot! Got all horny thinking about being used as a prize, didn't you?" His thrusts became more insistent as he came, roaring at the top of his lungs as he shot his load into her mouth. She didn't spill a drop. After he was satisfied, she sat back up, wiping her lips with a devilish smirk.

Khan leaned over and held her tight, kissing her cheek. "Thank you. I feel so lucky and honored to have you as my first Apprentice."

"You know I would do anything for you. Well, with a very few exceptions."

He sighed as he zipped up. "No doubt. There's some things I need to tell you about Michael. Let's get back home, we have to get ready for the party."

They pulled up to Michael's lakeside country estate on New Year's Eve around eight. Rachel was wearing the same killer blue sleeveless dress from the last party here; it was the only formal dress she owned at this point. Kayden wore an outfit of see through scarves, like a dancing girl in a harem. Her baby bump was definitely starting to show. Khan wore a formal tuxedo. As they got out, they all put on their masks as well. This was to be a masquerade ball for New Year's. Kayden's was simply a veil of gauze across her lower face, matching her dancing girl outfit. Khan's was a severe silver mask, done in a permanent scowl. Rachel's looked like a white porcelain doll's face, covering the bridge of her nose and cheeks, but leaving her lower face exposed. She had applied ruby red lipstick to highlight the doll effect. Her black hair contrasted well with it.

They joined the growing mass of people inside. The house was large, quite a bit bigger than the Stones, and built for entertaining. Everyone was wearing masks, some simple cheap black plastic ones, others more elaborate. Rock was thumping from the speakers as people danced in the great room. People talked in small groups elsewhere, making trips to the dining room table for the spread of delicacies laid out there.

Khan introduced her again to Michael. He was wearing a white tuxedo complete with top hat, and a golden mask. "Hello there, young lady!" he said in his slow southern drawl. "Pleasure that you could make it tonight!"

"I certainly hope so," Rachel replied, keeping eye contact with him as he made a show of kissing her hand. "Run along off to the dance floor, now. Your Man and me have some business to discuss."

They had a splendid evening. She'd never been to a party quite like this. They loved throwing formal occasions, excuses to dress up in finery. Everyone wearing masks lent an air of mystery to the whole thing. People behaved more lewdly when they didn't have to show their faces. She told a couple of people her name was Ravenna, just for the hell of it. Rachel danced most of the evening, drinking some but not too much. She made some small talk with a few guys, but didn't really click with anybody. Some shy boy in a zorro bandana asked her just before midnight if she had somebody to kiss. When the countdown happened she made out with him, keeping an eye on her Masters doing the same with each other. And always there was Michael. She kept an eye on him throughout the evening. He kept an eye on her as well. Their gaze met from across the room or within a circle of friends talking a dozen times. Each time, she would smile at him, then reluctantly look away.

Lots of people started to grab coats after midnight and leave, but there were still lots of people staying. It looked like the party was going to go until dawn. Khan found her, and bent down to speak into her ear. "Wait a few minutes, then join us downstairs in the rec room. If you still want to." Then he left her alone.

After waiting exactly one song being played, Rachel made her way down the basement stairs to the spacious rec room. It was like entering a whole other house, another time. The walls were paneled with the remains of an old wooden barn, complete with tin signs for Yoo-Hoo and Marlboros. A huge wall mounted TV and an old sofa were on one side, and a billiard table took up the other. Smoky blues played out of the stereo, and the air smelled like rich cigars and cheap weed. Several men were down here drinking and playing pool, along with Mike and Khan.

Mike was still overdressed in that white tuxedo with a golden metallic mask that covered his whole head like a helmet. His circle of friends had relaxed more, a couple of them removing their cheap masks and shedding their button down shirts for T shirts. He raised a champagne glass to her arrival, which she returned with her own wine glass. "This is a wonderful party, and I would like to personally thank you for it, Master."

The boys playing pool all started hooting. Mike seemed taken aback. "Splendid! I take that to mean you are prepared to pay for Khan's debt tonight, then? He explained the situation?"

"I'm yours till the sun comes up, Master."

"You'll do anything I say, then?"

"Anything, right up to where you ask for something I just can't do. Then just ask for something else," she said with a wink. The entourage was eating this up.

Mike downed the last of his champagne and set down the glass. He took hers as well. "Go on over to your Man there. Give him a goodnight kiss." Michael's southern drawl seemed to get more pronounced the more he drank. He was pretty southern by this point.

Rachel sauntered over to Khan, aware that she was the center of attention. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in for a passionate kiss.

"Now, slap him."

She hesitated just a moment. Then she didn't just girl slap him. She used the back of her hand and pimp slapped him, hard.

"OWW!" she cried, her knuckles connecting with Khan's mask. She made a show of shaking her hand. "That fucking hurt! Why do guys hit like that? Fuck!"

Mike came over to her, took her injured hand and massaged it. "There, there, woman," he cooed as he brought it to his lips, kissing it. A lot. "There, is that better?"

"Yes, thank you, Master. May I do anything else for you?"

"Why, you most certainly may!" He motioned for the lazy boy over by the TV to be brought over by the pool table. He sat down in it like a little king on a throne. Khan got agitated.

"Wait Michael. When you said you would have her, I didn't mean like this. Not in public."

Mike looked up at the giant man. "My house, my rules, motherfucker. Anything I want. Till dawn."

"No deal." He took Rachel by the wrist to move her away from the scene. She jerked her arm back. "It's alright. I'm good. Let me do this."

Khan shook his head. "This isn't what I had in mind. I'm not having you put on display."

Rachel yanked her arm free of her Master. She played the part. "Stop telling me what to do!" She moved over to Mike. Put an arm around his shoulder and sat in his lap. "Maybe I want to be put on display. Maybe you're too straight laced to have any fun with. Too much of a pussy to do it right. Besides, you're not my Man tonight." She scratched Mike under his scruffy chin. "He is."

She listened to Kenny Wayne Shepherd play his blues guitar. She started to grind on his lap, moving to the beat. She put her hands on the armrests and began rolling her hips like she was fucking him. The boys went wild. It was Roxy's all over again. Thank God for the mask.

"Stop that right now young lady!"

She looked back at Mike. "What do you say, Master? Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare!" Mike put his hands on her hips, beaming a grin up at a dumbfounded Khan. "Toby, go on up to the top of the stairs, son, and see nobody else comes down here for a while."

"Sorry Toby," she called after him, pouting for him. "Maybe next time!" She made a show of lap dancing for her new man. Grinding her hips in a figure eight, just like Kay had shown her. Then lean back and arch your chest up and down, with your eyes near his. Touch his face. Then lean forward and roll your hips front to back, popping your butt out each time. Look back at him. The rest of the boys loved it. She guessed they were Mike's employees, mostly, or just hangers on. The hem of her dress rode up as she pivoted around to look into her new 'Master's' eyes as she rode him. Her ass was visible to all. She could feel him getting erect as she gyrated.

"I'm feeling generous. Share the wealth, that's what I always say. Darling, jump up on the table there and dance where everybody can see you. On display, as it were." He glared at Khan with an elfin grin. He just glowered like an angry beast.

She eyed the table. With the low ceiling of the basement, and the pool hall light above, she couldn't possible stand up straight on top of the pool table. "Uhh, how exactly, Master?"

"Get creative, woman. Go on now, git."

A couple of lads helped her up on the table. She found that if she stayed on her knees and kept clear of the light, she had just enough clearance. So, swaying to the heavy bass beat, she motioned for the shyest man there to pull the zipper down the back of her neck. Then she got on her hands and knees on the green felt and began flexing and arching her shoulders and back. Her dress fell away as she flexed, and she reared back up on her knees and kept writihing. Soon she was wearing only a black strapless bra and matching panties, and her heels. She leaned back until her head touched the table, her knees splayed out. She started touching herself for the benefit of the crowd. She looked over and saw Khan glaring, his arms folded. She couldn't tell if he was acting or not. She blew him a kiss. They jeered.

She sat up straight, and looking right at King Mike, reached behind her and undid the bra. She slipped it off and threw it at him. After playing with her tits for a while, sliding around on the pool table, she flipped over, getting on her hands and knees, letting her breasts sway freely. The guys apparently had never seen Up Dog or Down Dog before. They quickly became yoga enthusiasts. Mike was beaming. He got up and went over to the table. He ran a hand appreciatively along her leg, giving her ass a smack.

"That's a fine woman there, fine. Great ass. What do you think, Billy?" One of his lackeys nodded mutely. "Well go on son, feel for yourself!"

As Billy started to reach for her, Khan sprang forward. "NO. Michael,"

Mike swung around and pointed a finger at Khan. "You don't say that to me. Not here."

"This was NOT part of the deal. You get to touch her. That's all."

Rachel put herself on her back, and reached for Billy's hand. "Master, do you want him to touch me?"

Khan said "NO." at the same instant Mike said "Yes." She deliberately pulled his hand to her breast and squeezed. Mike was ecstatic. "Don't be shy then boys! Have a feel! Just leave the mask on, it's still a masquerade."

Instantly, several pairs of hands were all over. She felt them on her breasts, her hips. Her ankles were pulled apart as rough hands roved up and down her legs. She arched her back and wriggled for them. God, all this attention was getting her wet! She realized what Kayden had told her about earlier about stripping. It did make you feel powerful, in a way. And it made you feel helpless at the same time.

Somebody had pulled her panties aside, and was finger banging her. Fairly hard. She looked up and found Mike, who seemed to be pleased watching all this. "Master, please," she begged. "That one don't know what he's doing. Pretty please, could you show him how it's done, Master?"

Mike came in on her, slapping the inept hand away. He ran a thumb appreciatively along the folds of her pussy, before pushing it in and out of her. "Mmmm, thank you Master! That's so good!"

"Hand me my Lucasi there." King Michael paused long enough to accept a beautiful black and pearl pool cue from one of his minions. Unscrewing the bottom end, he kept the foot long black rod and polished it with his shirttail. The look of fear in her eyes was obvious. Making eye contact with Rachel, he wrapped one hand around the end to measure, then grabbed just below that. "This far, and no farther, sugar. Boys, hold her." Strong hands gleefully grabbed ankles and wrists. He spit on the tip of the thousand dollar pool cue and rubbed it against her pussy.