Carole Banning sat in a chair in the front room of her home, staring out the big picture window into the night. From across the room, the big grandfather clock chimed three times, marking the time as 3 a.m. on a Tuesday.
She was in turmoil this night like she'd never been before in her life. Every assumption she'd ever had about her life through its 43 years had been swept away the previous day, when she had been called up to the big office of the presidents of her company, Bourne and Bourne, a major stock brokerage firm in a mid-sized Southern city.
There they claimed to have extensive evidence that she had embezzled $150,000 from a major client of the firm. An accountant, she had supposedly had the access to that money and now it was missing. She knew she hadn't taken that money, as anyone who knew her would have sworn. But they had insisted that they had hard evidence of her misdeeds then offered her a way out, but only if she had sex with both of them right then, right there in the office.
Naturally, she had balked, but when the security chief slapped handcuffs on her wrists and started to haul her out the door, she had panicked and relented. She had stripped for them and the Bourne twins had proceeded to spend four full hours fucking her, and she had to admit that it had been the best sex of her life. They had taken her to heights of ecstasy that she had only dreamed of going before. Then, when they had finished, they made her an offer to help her, but it was a ghastly one. They would pay the client back his money out of their own pockets, so they said, but she would have to become the company's sex toy – their whore – to work off what they said she owed them. Otherwise, she would go to jail, she would be prosecuted, and, more than likely, be convicted and sent to prison.
They had sent her home early to give her time to think about it. But when she'd returned home all she'd felt like doing was taking a shower and going to bed. She had stirred momentarily around 7 p.m., when her husband, Mark, had returned home from his job as a copy editor for the local daily newspaper, but she had fallen back into a deep slumber as soon as he left the room.
She had awakened around midnight sweating from a dream in which naked men with big dicks surrounded her, all of whom wanted to fuck her, and she dreamed that many of them had and the rest had shot cum all over her body. As she lay awake staring at the ceiling listening to Mark snore, she asked herself, "Is that to be my life?"
She got up quietly and made a pot of coffee then sat to ponder her future. As she sat in the silent house, she thought about what had transpired. At one point, she had started to weep about her situation, but then she stopped and told herself sternly that the time for tears was past. She had to think this through logically, without the hysterics.
To begin with, she couldn't figure out how the shortfall in the Henderson account had come to be. She vaguely recalled the account; it had been one of dozens she'd handled during her early months on the job. They'd really loaded her down with work during that time; to see how she handled pressure is what her boss, Leon, had told her. So it was possible that she had made some kind of a clerical error. But she was no thief, and she couldn't understand why the Bournes refused to believe her.
"Why are they like that," Carole thought. "What makes men want to treat women that way?" The Bournes were a mysterious pair, rather brusque and business-like – at least to the public – but they'd shown a brutal, animal arrogance with her in their office. However, they had also shown themselves to be wildly inventive lovers, too, she conceded. Carole's pussy began to moisten as the images from the previous day washed through her memory.
"How did they get like that?" she asked herself finally.
If she had known something of their family background, she might have gotten a good insight into how some men are warped by their upbringing. Peter and Paul Bourne were the only children of a distant father, who married six times before he died at a relatively young age. The family was one of the oldest and most prominent in the state, having arrived before the American Revolution. Rumor had it that the first of the family to arrive in America had been a lord who had had to flee England for seducing another noble's wife.
Whatever caused him to come here, he had gotten rich as a Low Country planter, and at one point not long before the Civil War, the family had owned more slaves than any other in the state. Peter and Paul's father had inherited the plantation, and had modernized the operation. It was still one of the largest privately-owned farms in the state, but the brothers didn't own it. And that was the source of much of their animosity toward women. Indeed, the way they were treated by their father's wives in general fueled much of their anger and disgust with the female gender.
Howard Bourne's first wife, the twins' mother, had been an alcoholic who ran off with one of their father's business rivals. The second Mrs. Bourne had pretty much ignored them, leaving most of their upbringing to the hired help. But the third Mrs. Bourne had been a knockout who happened to be a true nymphomaniac. She had seduced the twins when they were 14, and had taught them much of what they knew about sex over the course of about a six-month period.
But when they had wearied of fucking their stepmother, they'd casually betrayed her to their father, concocting evidence of adultery. Their father had literally thrown her out on the street, and she had eventually died a junkie's death from an overdose of heroin.
They had been unable to seduce the fourth Mrs. Bourne, but the fifth one, during their college days, they nailed repeatedly, then they betrayed her, too. Thus they had come to see most women as nothing but gold-digging whores out to get a free ride on an income they hadn't earned. And they were adamant about removing any obstacle to their father's estate. But the sixth Mrs. Bourne slipped from their grasp.
It had happened as they were around 30 and just starting to work for their father. She'd actually been younger than them, by several years. They had developed an immediate dislike for the woman – and she for them – and they had quarreled with their father quite heatedly about his marriage to her. Unbeknownst to them, their father had been so incensed by their opposition to his new wife that he had rewritten his will, under prodding from his wife, cutting his sons out of the business, although he attempted to mollify them with a generous cash bequest.
