With Friends Lie These

This is the final part of the "With Friends Like These" story. Thank you to everyone who supported me on this attempt at writing a Loving Wives story. As always, a big thank you to Gamblinluck for creating this universe and CurrentParameter for all his help and suggestions.

Part 3

After stopping by the induction center to have my collar removed, which was one of the most anti-climactic experiences of my life, the three of us celebrated that night. But not before we carefully examined a particular website, called the number at the bottom of the page, and made arrangements for three days for later. Then I told them we were all going to the company the next day and I was going the make some announcements to the entire staff. They asked me what I was going to say, and I just grinned at them innocently. They tried to pry it out of me, but I was steadfast. Finally, they each grabbed one of my arms and dragged me to the bedroom. That's when our celebration truly began. They were relentless in their use of sexual gratification to get me to spill the beans, but, miraculously, I held firm. They fell asleep, trying to affect a believable pout, and failing miserably.

We woke up early, showered separately (we knew we would never leave the house otherwise) and set out for the company. When we entered the building, Janice was waiting for us at the front desk and informed us every employee was present. She put the closed sign up, locked the door, and we all went to the conference room. Standing just inside the door was Brad, holding a stack of envelopes. I asked him to give them to Janice and stepped in front of the assembled group. I was about to start talking when I noticed a large banner at the back saying, "Welcome Back, Mr. Peterson. We have missed you!" I was so choked up I couldn't speak. I was trying to find my voice and clear the tears from eyes, when someone started clapping again. This was joined by everyone in the room, and then they all stood, clapping louder. It was the most touching moment of my life.

Motioning everyone to sit down, I called Cindy and Lisa to come stand beside me. Taking a deep breath, I addressed the group.

"Thank you everybody. You support means the world to me. I know this has been a trying year for everyone, and the fact that you have stood by the company, tried to protect my dream, and persevered through all the changes... I don't know how to thank you all. Having said that, my goals for moving forward are simple. Demonstrate my thanks to all of you, rebuild our reputation and bring the company back to what it once was, and ensure every one of you knows how much you mean to us.

"To that end, I am announcing a few changes. The first order of business is to announce a new Director of Operations. As you know, that duty was covered by my ex-wife..." Someone booed at the mention of Cassie, which elicited laughter from the group. "My sentiments exactly. To rectify that, I am appointing Ms. Lisa Johanson to that role immediately."

Lisa looked at me shocked. I just smiled at her.

"Ms. Johanson was not only instrumental in freeing me, she has served this company selflessly since her hiring and I have no doubt she will help lead us to an even brighter future."

Applause broke out once again, as Lisa thanked me through her tears.

"The next order of business is to reappoint Ms. Janice McDonald as my personal assistant. Many of you know she was unfairly fired by the couple formerly running the company, and that sort of treatment will not be tolerated. I will speak more on that in a minute. But those of you who know Janice, know that she had been with the company since our founding, and you will never find a more pleasant and loyal individual than her."

Janice waved to the crowd as they cheered for her. She had been loved by everyone in the company when she was here. Once it quieted down again, I resumed my speech.

"When I was enslaved, the company had 63 employees. I was present for the hiring of each and every one of you. Brad here, has informed me since I've been gone, those who shan't be named..." There was a lot of giggling at that. "They went on a cleaning spree, and we now have only 48 employees. Not a single person was hired during my absence. I know many of those who were dismissed were friends of yours. I have instructed Brad to reach out to each of them and offer them their jobs back.

"I also want to make a few more announcements. I was awarded full ownership in the company. I don't feel this is right. No one person should have complete control over what we have all built. To that end, I am giving 25% ownership to Ms. Lisa Johanson, and 25% ownership to Ms. Cindy Perkins, both of whom have stood by me and worked tirelessly to restore my name.

"I will keep 25% ownership for myself, and the remaining 25% will be distributed evenly amongst all of you and those wrongfully terminated who choose to return to the company. This is our company. We are a family, and we all have a say."

The noise in the room was deafening. Both Cindy and Lisa stared at me like I had grown a second head. Then they hugged me as hard as they could.

"Everyone here knows Cindy," I began again as the room quieted. "She is my oldest friend, she has done more for this company than anyone, and no one can doubt her abilities in terms of graphics. I am appointing her as Director of the Graphics Department. I doubt anyone has any qualms about that.

"Finally, we have a lot of work to do to regain the trust of the industry and our customers. As my last act as sole owner of the company, the following is being mandated. You will notice Janice is handing out envelopes to each of you. Starting immediately after this meeting, the company will shut down for two weeks. Cindy, Lisa and I have a lot to take care of during that time, so we are giving everyone employed by us a two-week paid vacation. In addition, inside each of those envelopes is a bonus check for each of you for $100,000. This is my way of thanking all of you for sticking by me and protecting my dream to the best of your abilities. Take your families on the vacation you have always dreamed of. Pay off whatever outstanding bills you may have. After we return, Cindy, Lisa and I will be meeting personally with each of you. We want to hear your ideas. We want to know your opinions on how to make our company better. Enjoy the next two weeks, because when we all return, we are going to work our asses off to return Compressed Gaming to our rightful spot as the best gaming company in the world!"

Everyone jumped to their feet clapping and there were hugs, patting on the backs, and general congratulating all around. Each employee came up to us to thank us for our generosity and tell us how excited they were to have us all back. We made sure to let them all know how much we appreciated them sticking it out with us, and the employees departed, most having a cell phone to their ears telling their families to pack up for a well-earned vacation. Brad and Janice were the last to leave. Brad informed me he had everything in the works, and all the contracts and agreements should be ready for me to sign in the next day or so. Janice, being the wonderful woman she was, shooed us out of the building and locked it tight.

Cindy, Lisa and I had one more task to accomplish, and none of us were looking forward to it.

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Walking into my old house was bittersweet. I had loved this house when Cassie and I had it built. Its design was the one thing she gave me full control over. But the memories of what I had endured here were overpowering. I stood in the doorway, almost afraid if I re-entered I would once again find myself chained to one of the four dreaded eyehooks. Cindy and Lisa understood immediately, and hugged me closely.

"Come on, we're right here with you," Cindy said reassuringly.

Stepping into the house was not as difficult with them by my side. I forced myself to remember the good times I had here. I wasn't surprised almost all of those memories included Cindy. I decided the only way was forward, so I gave a tour of the place to Lisa, with Cindy right beside us. I showed her the upstairs, which had a few difficult moments when I showed her my office and saw the cage still standing in the bedroom. Both were shocked when they saw where I had spent most nights during my enslavement. We proceeded to the downstairs, and only the kitchen was difficult for me when I saw the eyehook on the wall by the fridge. Then we moved to basement, and I almost had a heart attack.

When the house was built, the basement had been made into a deluxe home theater room. It had multiple rows of comfortable seating, and 98 inch ultra high definition TV with speakers wired throughout room. None of that was there anymore. I knew Jim and Cassie had been doing some renovation to the house, it was hard not to notice the sound of the workers. But every time workers had been present for that first month, I had been ball-gagged and kept restrained in my cage in the bedroom. What they had done to the basement during that time, sickened me.

In place of my relaxing theater, the basement had been transformed into some sort of BDSM dungeon. Bondage devices were scattered throughout. All manner of pain inducing instruments hung from the wall. Whips, paddles, canes, floggers, you name it, they were there. Along one wall was a set of drawers with labels on each. At least three were labeled "DILDOS", and two more were labeled "BUTT PLUGS". Other drawers had labels such as "CLAMPS", "GAGS", "ROPES", "SHACKELS" and "CHASTITY DEVICES". The most frightening to me was the large drawer that was simply labeled "MATT". I walked over and opened it. Inside was a collection of enormous sex toys, what appeared to be cock cages with studs on the inside to maximize pain when aroused, iron shackles, and every type of gag you can imagine. I realized Jim and Cassie were prepared for me if I ever stood up to them. This would have been my future if I had chosen the "unbearable route". I was about to run screaming out of the house, when I heard Cindy starting to laugh. Flabbergasted, I turned to her with fear in my eyes. Before I could speak, she started to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Matt. I'm not making light of what you went through. But you have to admit, this is so over the top. It seems like something out of a bad porno. I mean, really, what sort of people think they would ever use this. This whole place looks like they were trying to show each other how much more depraved each of them were over the other. But what I'm really laughing at is imagining each of them, bound to one of those devices, restrained and allowing access for each of us to use every single instrument in this room on them."

I had to smile when I imagined that. Then Lisa shocked me.

"I have to admit, a few of these look like fun. Oh, not the pain ones, no desire for that. But can you imagine one of us bound,

comfortably though

, being blindfolded, and letting the other two touch and lick you all over? All the while being helpless to move or stop it? I admit, it's making me a little wet thinking about it."

Cindy and I both laughed then. It felt good to laugh, especially in what used to be my home. These two amazing ladies had removed all my fears of my house in an instant. My old home was scary anymore. Cindy was right. It was more like a parody of a bad porno now. And to be honest, imagining Cindy, Lisa or myself tied up to one of those devices, while the other two did everything in their power to sexually please the bound one, made me harder than a steel girder.

"You little bondage slut," Cindy teased a blushing Lisa. Then she turned to me. "Want to give Lisa a thrill and try one out?"

I hadn't even started to reply when clothes started flying. Being the most experienced, I quickly found a set of padded wrist and ankle manacles and a blindfold. Securing Lisa to the bondage frame, making sure she was a comfortable as possible, I slid the blindfold over her eyes and told her all she had to do was say stop at any time. She just smiled at me and told me "Not likely". Stepping back, she looked amazing. Arms and legs spread, nipples so hard they could cut glass, and juices starting to run down her thighs. Cindy was in a similar state, and she quickly moved to Lisa and kissed her passionately. I stood behind Lisa and rubbed against her, while Cindy mimicked me from the front. We spent the first few minutes just letting our hands massage every part of her. Based on the moaning and writhing Lisa did, she enjoyed it. We then started kissing her all over, letting our tongues run up and down her body. When Cindy knelt in front of her and began to gently lick her clit, Lisa exploded in powerful orgasm.

Not to be outdone, I immediately plunged into her extremely wet vagina, slowly moving in and out. The noises coming from Lisa could only be described as guttural. Cindy moved to her breasts and began to alternate sucking each nipple. Lisa's cries of pleasure could have woken the dead. I increased my pace at her pleading, and soon was thrusting with all I had. As she was about to hit an even more powerful orgasm, Cindy stood and kissed her with a ferocity that defied words. Lisa's pussy clamped down on my cock with an intensity I had never felt, and I exploded into her as she squirted so much fluid I was afraid the basement may flood. I was slowly withdrawing from her, both of us breathing heavily trying to recover, when Cindy dropped to her knees and began to lap up the combination of semen and vaginal fluids spilling out of Lisa. This drove Lisa to a third orgasm spraying Cindy's face. Finally, Lisa caught her breath enough to cry out, "Stop! Stop! I'm going to pass out!", before she broke into a fit of laughter.

We carefully removed the bindings from her and helped her down to the floor. She laid there panting and laughing. When she had enough control to speak again, she looked at both of us.

"Holy fucking shit! That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. I have never cum like that in my life! Fuck, that was good!"

Cindy and I laid next to her, holding her as she trembled in post orgasmic bliss. We were both kissing her when Cindy sat up.

"No fucking shit. I've never seen you squirt before. Jesus, was it that good?"

"Cindy, you have no idea. I don't think I have ever squirted. I didn't think I could. But being restrained, while you two did everything you could to pleasure me. It was so intense! Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't stop shaking. Cindy, you have to try it." She started giggling again as she looked at my crotch. "And Matt seems to be up for another round."

I was amazed at the speed Cindy jumped up and started putting the shackles on. She stood in front of the bondage frame and anxiously shifted from foot to foot.

"Well, is anyone going to secure me?"

Lisa and I smiled at each other and jumped up to grant Cindy's request.

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We had only planned to pick up a few of my belongings and see what we needed to do to put my house on the market, then return to Cindy's place. Instead, we ended up spending the night and the entire next day at my old place. We avoided the master bedroom, no one wanted the reminder of the cage in there, and slept in one of the guest rooms. But we spent the most time in the dungeon. We tried various devices, but none of us had any desire to play with pain inflicting devices. We loved the feeling of being restrained, but the idea of hurting each other, even in play, was an immediate turnoff. With one exception. Cindy was eager to try the nipple clamps on herself. She told us she had always had extremely sensitive nipples and the idea of them was too enticing. She absolutely loved them. She chose a rubber pair that vibrated, but did not pinch too much. Lisa teased her she would have to take them off eventually and Cindy pouted.

This wasn't BDSM to us. It was the pleasure of trusting each other so much that we could get lost being immobile, knowing the other two are doing everything they could to satisfy. There was no pain, humiliation, fear, or dominance and subservience. It was so different than any of the experimentation Cassie and I had done. We wanted the bound partner to be in the moment of stimulation with no need to reciprocate. We even took a few ropes up to the bedroom we were sharing so we could all lie comfortably and take our turns being pleasured. I'm not sure which position I enjoyed more, being the giver or receiver. With the emotional connection the three of us had for each other, anything Cassie and I had done in the past seemed weak and hollow. How had I ever fallen under her spell?

We were sitting in the living room, eating take-out, and trying to work up the energy to grab some things to return to Cindy's place, when Lisa brought up what we had been avoiding for the last thirty-six hours.

"Ok, I'm just going to put it out there, and see what you guys think," she began nervously. "I know we have to pick the shitheads up tomorrow, and we already have a plan to give ourselves a week or two to figure out what to do with them. I also know that Matt has plans to sell this house, and we are going to need to find a bigger place than Cindy's to live and to house them. But... And hear me out on this... What if you didn't sell this place, Matt?"

Cindy and I were paying attention. I wasn't sure I wanted to keep the house. I wasn't scared to be here anymore, but I didn't like the reminders. Still, I wanted to hear Lisa out.

"Here's my thinking," she continued, "those two had taken everything away from you. They took away your freedom, your company, and your home. In many ways, they took away Cindy's home. I know this house has some very bad memories, but you have taken so much back. You took back the company. You did not let the memories of what they did keep you from reclaiming the company you built and loved. Cindy has told me how much you loved both designing and living in this house. This place is just like the company. It is a place you built and loved. I hate the idea of them taking that from you.

"We can get rid of those hooks and that fucking cage. We can reverse the changes they made and return this house to the home you loved. Matt, you have sacrificed so much. You have been treated horribly, abandoned, and watched everything you love disappear from your life. You did not deserve any of that. And at the other end of it all, you then did everything to make it up to the important people in your life who were affected by their actions. Everyone should have been working to return to you what you lost. But you put the needs of the company ahead of your own. You put Cindy and my needs first. I have such anger at those two. I hate them so much for what they put you through. The idea that they chased you out of the home you loved makes me sick to my stomach.

"Have you had fun here the last day and half? Do you still love this house for itself, without the memories? And..." she started to giggle, "don't you think it would be fun to see them in the dungeon for a bit? I saw the gleam in your eyes when Cindy started talking about binding them up to some of the equipment."

She did make a good point. I had loved this house. It had been something that I had a hand in throughout its entire development. Yes, Jim and Cassie had tarnished my feelings for the place, but Lisa and Cindy had done everything over the last day and half to polish that tarnish off. I had not thought of the bad memories while we had been there. I had enjoyed my time here. Listening to Lisa, I realized I had been sad about selling the place. I didn't want to. She was right. I didn't abandon the company because of them. Why would I give up my home? I turned to Cindy and saw she was thinking hard about what Lisa stated.