"We came out here to try and see if we could get into the house and get some good stuff."
"Good stuff?" I asked.
"Yeah, TVs, jewelry, the like," Devon said.
"Nope, not buying it," I said as I began to cut.
"We were coming out here to see if we could get into the house and rape a few of your women," the guy I was scalping screamed.
"That I believe," I said and stopped cutting.
I pulled the knife away, with his head looking as if nothing had happened. The first guy was reaching up to feel his head, only to find a full head of hair. Melissa walked over to me and said in my ear, "I think these guys need to be introduced to Jerome." I turned to look at her, and her expression said she was deadly serious.
"Make the call," I told her.
"My wife is going to call the cops if I'm not home in the next hour," Devon blurted out.
Out of all the guys, Devon was the only one that had a wife, so I told him, "I'll take you home so you can say goodbye to her."
Hallie, Melissa, and Charu all insisted they go with us. Melissa drove while I rode in the back with Devon, because he had not only pissed himself, but he had also shit himself, causing the ladies to not want him to be in the truck with them, so we rode in the back to his house. As we were getting out of the truck, the front door opened and out stepped a person I hadn't seen since high school, Claire Bissette. I sure as hell wouldn't have thought she'd end up with Devon's ass. She was the quiet and shy type, and there's no way she deliberately had anything to do with him. Melissa beat us all to the door and introduced herself to Claire with a handshake.
When I got to the door, I almost lost my cool in front of the whole neighborhood. Claire had the yellowing around her eyes and on her face of what would have been some very bad bruising and the blood spots on the white of her left eye. I was fighting the urge to beat Devon to death on the stoop of the house. Claire invited us in and asked, "What's going on?" She was looking from Devon to me and then to Melissa, Hallie, and Charu in a worried look.
"We're not here to hurt you," I said, which seemed to ease her a little.
"Then what's going on?" she asked.
"I got this," Melissa said to me and took Claire into the next room.
I took Mr. 'Poopy Pants,' who was beyond ripe by now, to the bathroom to clean himself up while the ladies had their talk. While Devon was in the shower, I got a message from Deborah: "Jerome has collected Devon's buddies, and they are on their way to your location." When Devon was done, I took him back to the living room butt naked. He was to be that way until Jerome decided what he was to wear. Melissa came over to me and said, "She's primed and ready for you."
"I had no intention of adding another to 'Us,'" I told her.
"I know, but we all agreed that she would make a great addition to our team," she told me.
"We all?" I asked.
She reached down and cupped my crotch with her right hand and said, "We all seem to be in agreement," then gave me a devious smirk.
She was right, my dick was hard, and I couldn't think of a reason not to add Claire, other than I had enough women already, but I hadn't been the one to choose her; the Maidens had, so who was I to rock the boat? Claire came over to me, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me gently on the lips. I could see that the nanites had removed all the bruising and fixed her nose, which had been broken sometime in the past. Her eyes sparkled when I looked at them.
"I have had a crush on you since my sophomore year," she told me, slightly louder than a whisper, and then kissed me again.
Devon yelled, "What the fuck!" causing Claire to jump, like she had been caught doing something wrong.
Hallie and Charu walked up to either side of Devon, grabbed a handful of his hair, and kicked him in the bends of his knees, causing him to fall to the floor with a thud. I pulled Claire close to me and told her, "Everything is going to be alright; where he's going, he'll never be able to hurt you again."
"And just where the fuck am I going?" He screamed.
"Somewhere you'll be treated like the 'bitch' you are," Charu told him.
The front door opened, and in walked Deborah, Jerome, and, to all our surprise, Grady. Grady was dressed in hoochie denim shorts that showed his ass, a black leather vest, and a black leather collar, with Jerome holding the chain that was attached to it.
"Aunt Deb! Uncle Grady? What's going on?" Devon asked with the shock evident in his voice.
Deborah came over to me and kissed me like the lovers we were.
"What the fuck, Aunt Deb? Why are you kissing that motherfucker?" Devon asked with a shocked look on his face.
Deborah broke our kiss and walked over to Devon and said, "He fucks me quite well, and I can kiss who I like in my house, and what's mine is his," as she gently rubbed from her stomach to her breast. As she turned to walk back to me, Deborah thumped Devon right in the center of his forehead, leaving a rather large knot forming. Jerome walked over and gave me a hug and asked, "Like what I've done with him?" Then pulled Grady by the chain to the forefront and had him do a few spins to show himself off.
"Not my cup of tea, Jerome," I said as I pulled Deborah and Melissa closer to me.
"What the fuck is going on here?" Devon yelled out.
The ensuing slap to Devon's face from Jerome's meaty paw was as loud as slamming two-by-fours together. "You are to speak only when I tell you to speak," Jerome growled at Devon.
"He'll learn, just as this one did," Jerome said, while pulling on Grady's chain a few times.
We stood and talked for a while, but Devon never once interrupted us again. Claire was champing at the bit to go and get away from this place, where she had suffered so much misery and pain. Claire looked up at me with fear in her eyes and asked, "Would it be ok for my mom, Carrie, and older sister, Samantha, or Sam as we call her, to move in here?" she asked in a timid voice.
I pulled her into a hug and could see the faces of my other ladies light up. I sent a resounding, "No" to them. Little did I know at the time it was a decision I would be revisiting. "Of course they can move in, and you don't need to be afraid any longer. I will never treat you the way you've been treated, nor will I allow anyone to ever hurt you in any way ever again," I told her.
Her smile lit up the room. "Can I borrow a phone to call them?" she asked.
"Here, use mine," Melissa said, handing Claire her phone.
"Now that this family reunion of sorts is over, I'll take my new toy and leave you to take care of what you need to take care of," Jerome said as he hugged me once again. He then reached over and pulled Devon to his feet by the hair of his head and said, "Come, bitch, it's time for you to start your training."
I didn't know how much time I had to be with Claire, so we made it fast. She led me to her room, which was more a closet than a bedroom. She quickly undressed and stood before me bashfully, with her hands in front of her crotch. I pulled her hands away and stood there for a moment admiring her now flawless body. As I stripped, I watched her eyes, and as my dick came into view, I watched them grow even bigger.
She leapt into my arms, kissing me feverishly. I let her go at the pace she wanted to go at, which was warp ten. She grabbed my dick, lined it up with her very wet slit, and pushed herself down onto it. With urgency, she rose and fell, as her vaginal muscles had a death grip on my dick, and so did her hands on my shoulders. When I reached her cervix, she let out a scream to wake the dead, squirted all over the both of us, and I filled her with my seed.
I watched as the Maiden symbol appeared on her chest; she rested her head on my shoulder and caught her breath. I carried her to the shower where we cleaned each other off, then redressed, and went back to the others. Fifteen minutes later, I heard a female voice calling for help from outside. I opened the door to see a woman bent over, trying to get a girl in a motorized wheelchair unstuck from an uneven part of the walkway that led from the sidewalk to the house.
"Mom," Claire called out as we walked towards them.
The woman turned around and said, "Hi, Honey, can you get your friend to help me get Sam unstuck?"
I was already bending down to try and pull the chair free of its obstacle when I looked into Sam's blue eyes and lost myself for a second. She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, and with that kiss, she melted my heart. I finished getting her unstuck, and we all went inside.
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In my stories my characters have all been fictional; now, in this story, I have placed one that I very much knew in real life, Samatha, or Sam, who had cerebral palsy and was a very special person to me, one that gave me a great deal of joy in the time we spent together and a great deal of sadness when she passed. I met her in a way very similar to how the MC met her in this story. I was sitting at my work desk finishing some paperwork when I looked out the window and noticed traffic backing up at the signal light.
I walked across the grassy area at the front of my job to see that Sam had become stuck at the crossing. She had high centered on some ill-placed asphalt and couldn't get off. Sam was crying and feeling ashamed that she had caused such a "stink," as she called it. I managed to get her unstuck with not too much effort and told her she didn't cause a stink, but whoever put the asphalt there had.
