Moss Island Ch 03

Everyone in this fairytale is an adult. The adventures of the winsome mother and daughter continue as the Stockholm syndrome sets in, or does it? This isn't a jerk story, although there are undoubtedly steamy moments; of course, this is Lit.

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"Dad? I am like so confused. This nightmare is going to be over. For real? I will always wear a sliver choker to remind me of this time. And, to remind me of the man who believed in us. In mom and me. Thank you, my daddy. And YES, I would be thrilled if you would adopt me as your daughter. Why you did everything you did I guess I will never understand, but I am so thankful for all have done for us."

"Rainey, let me see if I can explain to you why I did what I have done. Baby, first of all, we are Cajuns. And well us Cajuns, we stick together. We help each other. You remember the hurricane that came through here oh what, ten years ago? The parish looked like hell. Almost every house and building here was damaged. Some people, some so called experts said we should walk away from our homes and rebuild somewhere else where it was safer. But, we stayed, we helped each other, and we rebuilt our homes. We rebuilt it better and safer than ever before. We all had losses, but we came together and came back. I lost my mom and dad to that storm. But because of that storm I found a woman who I married, and she gave me a son. My mom and dad were in my grandpere's old house, that house was beaten up in storm. I vowed I build a house that would withstand next ten storms, this house is the result. I believe that your mom's family lost any number of people to the plague that raged over the land. I lost my wife and son to it. You know what Rainey; I didn't give up. Don't you ever dare to give up. Then the shit storm blew in tore up your life and your mom's life. You guys ended up enslaved for ten years. Like I said before, us Cajuns we stick together. Now, before all this, we didn't know each other. Yeah, we lived down here in the back end of the parish, and should we run into each other somewhere or another, we would say hello. But I knew I could do something, and I did. Now, you two turned my world upside down and sweet girl, I do thank you for all you and your mom have done for me. And Miss Rainey Marie, I love you everything you've done for me."

"And what about me? Mister Man, I ain't gunna give you one of these cold beers I gots here unless you give me the right answer."

"Cat? Why it is you is trying to start up an argument. Miss Lady, I you know exactly how I feel about you. Don't you? Or is your forgetter working overtime and your CRS is raging?"

Not just no, but hell no, I wasn't about to rise to the bait and end up with a mouthful of hooks. With that, my soon-to-be wife plopped down on the far end of the sofa, took a long swig from one beer, and then looked up and sweetly smiled. "Ya knows, I just don't remember which beer I'm supposed to be drinking." With that, she took another swig of beer from the other bottle. "This being a two fisted beer drinker is a good thing. Ya ought to try it sometime Mister Man."

She just sat there, taking a swig of beer from one bottle and then the other, as she wore a big smile on her face. "Cat? You might question where the sun rises in the morning. Or you might ask if an oyster was sweet and salty at the same time? But one thing you gotta know for sure, this old man loves all of you all the time. Now you just keep swigging away on both those beers cause I wanta to see you walk afterward." Well, that got a giggle from Rainey.

"Little girl, don't you start up taking his side. Or I'll tan your hide too."

"Cat, my dear, my darling, my one and only, my beloved. Can I tell you something? At your best you couldn't catch Rainey, she'd just run around and laugh at you. You is halfway in the bag."

"Mister? Did you forget already? That you ain't supposed to ply slaves with alcohol? I ought to report to the Livestock Control people." With that, she downed both beers and started to get up, then fell back on the sofa, which got both of us laughing so hard we damm near peed in our pants. But, neither one of us said a word cause we knew the price we would pay if we did.

I looked over at Rainey and smiled, "well, that was fun. Hey baby, get mom a blanket, and I'll toss the empties out." We scurried about for a few moments; after getting Cat settled in on the sofa, we headed off to bed arm in arm.

"Daddy, I have to tell you a funny story about momma and Aunt Marge. If you repeat this story, she will kill you and skin my skinny ass. OK? Deal? Mums the word?" I saw two eyes, as big as a pair old fashioned headlights, looking at me as my sweet innocent daughter chuckled. "You know both mom and Aunt Margie just love going to the Friday Night Fish Fry at the community center. So, we all went together along with Uncle Roland. Mom, Aunt Margie and I always had our iced tea and don't you dare forget the lemon. Uncle Roland always had a beer. Now he wasn't about to get into a losing argument when the ladies sweetly asked him to get them a beer. Which he did. Then they decided they needed another beer; this ain't never happened before. But alright, so off he went to get more beer. About halfway through the second beer, the band started playing, and mom and Margie decided to dance together. That ain't never happened before either. After a while, the band took a break, and the dancing fools came back and sat down with us. Now which one decided this I don't remember, but one of them said this dancing is hot work and sent Roland off to get a third beer after they had killed off their second beer. Usually, their limit was one beer. They took a couple of swigs from their third beer, and then, they put their heads down and started to snore. Which got everybody laughing. Uncle Roland and I got the girls in the car and home, then bed. I don't think mom moved until afternoon next day; when she did, it was a funny sight to see. That showed me I don't want to go out and get drunk."

As I chuckled at the picture Rainey painted, she reminded me that she's as serious as a cuddle bug as her mom. Curled on top of me with her head resting on my shoulder. "Daddy? I do have a serious question. With all the stuff that's about to happen and all. How is that going to affect me going back to school?"

"Baby, that's a conversation that you, mom and I need to have together. I'm making a guess here, but the foursome will have their time in court first thing in the morning. So, by mid-day or maybe some time tomorrow afternoon, we'll know how everything worked out, I think. Hell, tomorrow night we may be sleeping in the city and getting ready to get you and mom in front of a judge Thursday morning. What happens after that is wide open. Regardless, Rainey Marie, you always have a home here. Got it?"

"Hey you? I think you have something down here that I want." The fingers of one hand wrapped themselves around my rapidly hardening cock while she squeezed it. "Yeah, you are getting nice and hard for me, and you know what? Momma showed just what to do when you get like this." Slowly my girl moved around on our bed while she held my cock in her hand. "If sure does look like you have a cock that really needs to be sucked and licked. And I'm just the girl to do that and a lot more too."

I just leaned back and let her have her way. Then I searched for those sweet puffy, swollen lips that I knew had to be almost dripping wet. At first, I slowly ran my fingers along them. Then, then I had me a bright idea. "Baby? Sit up and staddle my head so I can nibble on those sweet lips and whatever else I can find of yours while you keep doing what you were doing." She moved around very slowly, almost tentatively, and we continued our feast. I didn't want to stop dining at the Y; so sweet, and the music was grand. But the little girl decided she had enough of the appetizer and wanted to move to the main course. So, she moved around, and with a bright smile, she reached down to slide my cock head between those puffy lips. At first, she slowly moved down on my cock and held it deep inside. This led to a chorus of soft cries and a long rolling moan. Then Rainey squeezed my cock, then let go for a moment, then squeezing again and again. Her doing this was pure torture. I so wanted to cum, but I was determined to hold off as long as possible until we finally began the slide into a blissful climax. Together our voices called out to each other and the world as we blended together and became.

Morning came, and we hadn't moved. The two of us were still joined together. "MMM, Gooo Morning, my wonderful man. I never dreamed of feeling like I do, floating atop the clouds holding your hand in mine. As we are joined together and are one. Linc, you are an amazing man. And yes, I do love you. Now with all that said, I need more snuggles. So don't you move." Sure, enough, Rainey slipped into my arms and tossed a leg over me like she wanted to pin me down.

"HELLO, SLEEPYHEADS!!!" The thought crossed my mind that maybe Rainey and I should kill Cat for ruining our wonderful morning. "I come bearing news for you both! Linc? Your good buddy JP, you remember him? Jean-Paul? I just got off the phone with him. Seems that our schedule for today has been changed. Mr. Justice Fontenot requires that the three of us be in his courtroom at 3 PM this afternoon. JP did not know why, just be there. There was a surprise; all four of the individuals whose trial was today pleaded guilty. Now you two horn dogs need to get your asses in gear cause we will be leaving here not later than noon to make it to court by three."

Two forty-five came and found the three of us standing outside the courtroom of Mr. Justice Fontenot. JP was waiting for us with his usual cat that ate canary grin; after the usual pleasantries, he told us that well plans had changed. The foursome, who are off now finishing up being processed as new slaves, will be sentenced at three. This will be a media circus as the courtroom is packed with reporters. The judge figured you'd like to see that happen. Next, the paperwork needed to commute your sentences will be signed along with the manumission forms. After that, your collars will be removed in open court, and y'all will get new driver's licenses. I've known the judge, well, forever, and one thing is sure. He always gets his way. When he told the Wildlife and Livestock Commission people what he wanted, they proceeded to provide him with a series of well-reasoned objections. He leaned back in his chair and told them that this would happen today at three o'clock, or they would be spending time in his holding cells until the next court session. The next court date is scheduled for Monday. So, you will be spending the weekend in the holding cells, and we can see what happens on Monday. He is not someone to mess with. Guess what, guys? Everybody is standing waiting on him to give the word.

JP looked around; folks, it's time to get the circus rolling. We will be going through a side entrance; follow me. We went back around through several offices and down a hallway and finally slipped in a side door of the courtroom as the four new slaves were brought into court. They sure didn't look like they had before. The usual procedure was for a slave to have the hair below their neck removed. But these four were bald and judging from what looked like a sunburn, I guessed they had a laser hair removal also done. They were standing in a line totally naked, with no shoes, no nothing, handcuffed and ankles fitted with chains. Their look was shockingly different. Some people in the gallery gasped when they saw what I guessed were former friends and family members.

Here it comes; the judge began by saying that he would be sentencing the foursome collectively and that individual sentencing paperwork would follow. Each individual is to be enslaved until they reach their 65th birthday. Then they are to be transferred to social services for rehabilitation and possible release back into society at some indefinite point in the future. Next, the judge asked the defendant's attorney for comments. He nodded his head and commented that the sentence was expected. Instead of having them auctioned off, he suggested that his law firm would buy all four of the new slaves. That way, their training and experience could be put to use. Next, the judge asked if anyone else had comments or suggestions. JP got to his feet and stated his relationship with the case that he represented Lincoln Hebert, Catherine Mouton, and her daughter Rainey Marie Mouton. The judge stopped JP, telling him that the court that he was well familiar with JP's clients and their relationship to the case. JP suggested that the foursome should be used so that they could see firsthand the results of their actions. JP's idea was that the foursome work as janitors in different halfway houses for drug addicts. The foursome would see the real victims of their crimes as they cleaned up behind them. That got a sly smile from the old judge as he nodded.

Then the judge began, this is what I am going to order. The Department of Wildlife and Livestock has a slave training program. All four will go through the training program to know what their new life is. They shall be assigned to four different Social Services halfway rehab houses as janitors. The only contact they will have with anyone is with the staff and residents of their assigned rehab center. There will be a complete and comprehensive forensic accounting examination of all financial transactions they have been involved in. This audit aims to determine the total amount of money they were paid for their illegal activities. There will be a total clawback of each and every cent they got for their illegal activities. This includes any and all assets they may have owned, funded or established. No one shall profit from their unconscionable actions. The distribution of the assets will be as follows. Once all the assets are liquidated, the pool will be divided into two equal parts. The first pool is then to be divided equally between Catherine and Rainey Maire Mouton and Lincoln Hebert. My court clerk will review the activities and records of the foursome to determine who else they defrauded. If those individuals are still enslaved, they will be granted immediate and complete manumission. Once that pool has been established, the members of that pool will share equally in the assets of the second pool.

Any of the previous owners of slaves in either pool can petition this court for a refund of the money they paid for the slave or slaves in question. Mr. Hebert, do you petition this court for a refund of any money you paid to purchase Catherine and Rainey Marie Mouton? JP popped up; your honor, we do make a petition for return. Thank you, JP, it is so ordered. The Wildlife and Livestock Commission will refund your total purchase price. Remove the slaves from the courtroom was the order from the bench. The foursome was led away as everyone in the courtroom sat in stunned silence.

JP? Have you completed and filed the paperwork? Yes, your honor, your clerk has all the forms. Ahh, I see them. With that, the judge quickly flipped through a stack of documents. Then looked up and smiled. Cat? I believe that's how everyone refers to you? Rainey? Please step forward. I think there are personnel from Wildlife and Livestock present qualified to remove a slave collar.

The representative of Wildlife and Livestock stood and acknowledged that they were in court; however, the representative had to protest as this procedure was outside of the department's policies and methods. With that, Judge Fontenot smiled once again as he leaned forward to look at the representative of W&L. Now, you were late for my court today. I do not abide tardiness, so if you wish to continue this conversation, we will. I will have my clerk schedule your appearance as the first matter to be taken up at the next session of my court. So you will be on time; I will arrange to house you in one of the holding cells here in court. Do you wish to continue this conversation, or is the matter settled? Umm, no, your honor. What is it? Is the matter settled? Yes, or no? Your honor, the matter is settled, and the technician will start removing the collars in a moment.

In closing, Judge Fontenot stated, let me express a fear I have. I suspect it is likely that there will be others who have been unjustly enslaved. I sincerely hope that we will not have a repeat of this dancing around. I expect their collar to be removed immediately in this court if someone is released. Do whatever you have to do to make that happen. Or failing that be prepared to spend some time in holding. Do you understand? In closing, one of the bailiffs will now give you a tour of the holding cell area.

Looking around the courtroom, the judge smiled and commented, ladies, those necklaces really didn't become you. They just were not your style. Bailiff, take these two ladies down to the DMV offices and get their driver's licenses restored now.

Finally, we were able to get out of the courthouse. Both of my girls were rubbing their necks as we drove towards the Quarter and our hotel. They sat there and smiled at each other and the passing world outside the window. It was like the two of them were talking with each other and not saying a word out loud.

At last, the three of us got into our hideout for the next few days. We would be tucked away in a suite in the Royal Hotel on Royal Street in the Quarter. They looked around the living room as we walked in, and their eyes seemed to pop out. I thought the room was nicely furnished, but nothing too extravagant. While we were standing there together and getting in sync, a bellman came in pushing a luggage cart which he rolled into the bedroom and left. "Hey you, Mister Man, told me somethang. Is this here hotel like that little café uptown? You know where Charles and all of them works?"

I had to chuckle at Cat; at times, she did speak in a very polished and elegant fashion, and at other times, it was like she just wandered out of the bayous. "Yeah, a while back me Grandpere bought the entire block here on Royal St. Why he did it, I have no idea. The side facing Royal St was lined with several small shops as well as the only steak house in the city at that time. The rest of the block was walk up apartments. Later on, Grandpere and my Dad looked at the block and what they were making from the block and decided that they could put up a hotel here, hell it was to be the grandest hotel in the city. They worked a deal with the shop owners on the Royal St side to reopen their shops in the new hotel. Dad was in the process of finishing building a what became known as the Merchant's Apartments just across Rampart St. The folks that lived in the apartments were given a deal to move their and almost all of them did."

Someone knocked on the door, and I called out for them to come in. "Hey, boss."

"Ladies, this nattily attired gentleman is Jack Williams, and he is the real boss here. He's the GM and makes the hotel run as smoothly as you little Miss Rainey running after your little puppies."

"Linc? How long are you going to be in the house? And? Are the rumors I'm hearing true?"

"Jack, what rumors?"

"Well, the word on the grapevine is that you are going to get married soon."

"How the hell did that get out!!??? Jack? Don't you think it would be appropriate if I asked a certain young lady first, before the wags and nags began waving their tongues?"

"Linc, your family here knows you well. You have always been a little slow in getting around to doing the right thing. But in time, you usually do. And when you need a push, there is always JP." By this time, both of my girls were shaking their heads and trying not to laugh too loudly. "Now, you can sit up here and hide out if you like. Or? Just maybe, for once, you can do the smart thing and take your lady and her lovely daughter out to dinner. I just happen to have a little pull with a good steak house in the neighborhood. Miss Cat? Do you like a good steak?"