Hello Friends!
First, I hope you are all well. I would like to remind everyone that while I am currently off of hiatus I may need to go on another hiatus, but it is still a time away though. Luckily life has permitted me to write a little bit at work and inspiration has been kind. In the mean time, enjoy the updates.
As always - MAJOR THANKS TO MY GIRL TINA! Thank you friend! XOXOX
Now we move into the standard section. If you know this well, then please move on to the warnings and need to know sections below!
~ THIS STORY IS NOT SEXUAL AGE PLAY! The girls are NOT little girls. They are NOT little girls. You can act young without being a little one. I work with twenty seven year old women who have three year old tantrums, on a regular daily basis, because they didn't get their way. They whine and complain and literally throw a tantrum. The girls in this story DO NOT go into a different mind set, they just act like younger girls and in this case, it's only when they need comfort. So let's go with the statement that sex or sexual games will not be used for comfort. I know this isn't making sense, but I don't know how to phrase it any other way.
~ NONE of the girls will have sex with Will or Shelby. The training they have, may result in them having orgasm, but they are NOT HAVING SEX with their Master or Mistress, BECAUSE they call them Mama and Daddy at times. Again, NO SEX between, the pets and the Master/Mistress. Any sex the pets have will be with each other or other members of the circle. Any sex Will and Shelby have, for this story, will be with each other only. For this story, Sex is defined as Consensual meeting of genitalia between two people.
~ THIS STORY IS A/U. Rachel is NOT Shelby's daughter. Again, Rachel is NOT Shelby's child. I WILL put this up in the warnings when the two of them start interacting more. She WILL eventually call her Mama, as the other girls do now, but it's a term of endearment/safety, NOT BECAUSE it's her true mother. Rachel is NOT Shelby's biological child.
~ The four girls did NOT go to school together. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana came to know each other and form a tight trio approximately a year ago. Rachel will be added to their little trio as the story goes on.
~ For this story, sexual orientation doesn't matter. Sex is just sex, the story is more about the lifestyle and the relations between the Masters/Mistresses and their pets, and not at all about who they're having sex with.
Need to Know:
~ This story started on a Thursday evening. It is currently Saturday - moving into Sunday. Two weeks and two days later, moving into two weeks and three days later! As a general reminder to everyone it took me 16 chapters to write one full week, and I did say the story would be 6 - 8 weeks long. In simple terms it's slow!
~ Flashbacks are in italics
~ All the girls are on Parent Time, the Unholy Trinity are working to come off of it.
~ Rachel has been conditioned for bell tones. All bell tones. This has not and will not change for quite a few chapters.
~ Rachel's stutter is GONE! She has reverted to younger speech and sometimes baby talk. She's working to communicate as much as she can with very little words.
~ Rachel's previous Sirs were put in prison for a very short time and then released - making them angry and annoyed.
~ Rachel's previous Sirs, are RETURNING to the story! READ THEIR SECTION SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY! It may trigger some of you and that is the LAST thing I want! Again. Rachel's Sirs are BACK! READ CAREFULLY!
~ Introduction of new characters. They are minor characters, but important for this part of the story especially.
Warnings:
~ RACHEL'S SIRS ARE HEAVILY PREVALENT IN THIS SECTION. READ CAREFULLY! YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED. PLEASE READ CAREFULLY AND BE PREPARED FOR ANYTHING!
Again, if you have any questions at all, please PM me so I can explain anything you don't understand. I hope you all read and enjoy.
Thanks for reading the story I want to tell.
Be well friends
Saturday evening was rather tense. They didn't go out shopping after all. Rachel was being difficult about eating dinner, Brittany's headache had escalated to mild migraine, and Santana and Quinn were too jumpy to even think about leaving the house. "Alright, well we'll try shopping tomorrow," Shelby sighed to herself as she put the left overs in the fridge.
She turned around and smiled at her now neat kitchen and very quiet house. "All the girls are asleep," Will said entering to help her if she still needed it.
"Good and the house is relatively straightened up too, and it's only," she said pausing to glance at the wall. "eight thirty. Really?" she asked.
"So says the clock on the wall," Will smiled, leaning against the door frame and smiling happily at her.
"Why do you look like you're ready to eat me?" she asked.
"That's a very good idea," Will said.
"With all the girls on edge? Really?" she asked.
"You are my wife. . Yes," he said.
"You're very dirty," she giggled at him.
"I hate to tell you this, but were about to mess up your fairly clean kitchen and make that dirty too," he said moving in and wrapping her in a tight hug.
"Ask me if I care," she smiled and he gave a happy laugh.
"Something tells me I don't have to ask that question," he grinned and with a very quick movement, he locked her in a passionate kiss and kept her there. He kissed his way down her neck and made sure to hit all the right spots, knowing that each of those spots only served to make her wetter and more excited. It was like she was a safe and he would and could delicately crack the code that gave or stronger orgasms and made her scream in pleasure. He was able to easily lift her up onto the kitchen counter and after a full minute more, he broke the kiss. She let out a soft noise of disappointment and he smiled, pressing their foreheads together as well as finger to her lips. "I'm going to be in charge, do you agree?" he asked. She nodded her agreement with sparkling eyes and he smiled. "Tell me your safe word," he said.
"Ice, Sir," she said and he smiled, moving in and kissing her strongly again.
"Good girl. Now, we're going to set up rules. You do not get to speak any more unless it's for two reasons. The first is to say easy, so I know to slow down, and the second is to say ice, so I know to stop," he told her. She nodded her agreement and kept her lips pressed closed. "You're so beautiful," he told her and then he left her and went to the fridge. He pulled out the can of whipped cream and showered her two small bowls. One had strawberries and one had cherries. He showed her the strawberries and she shook her head no, giving him doe eyes. When he showed her the cherries, she grinned happily. He nodded selected the cherries, bringing them over toward her and setting the bowl by her hip.
He moved to stand in front of her and selected one of the cherries. He bit it in half and ate one half. The other half, he used as if it was a chapstick and painted her lips with it and she struggled not to lick her lips. He silently ate the other half and then smiled. "You can lick your lips," he told her lovingly and she very slowly and purposefully licked every inch of her lips, taking in all that intense cherry flavor. He then bit another cherry in half, took one half for himself and then carefully took her face in his hand. "Open," he commanded and she dropped her jaw a little bit. He put the half a cherry on her tongue, split side down and her eyes kind of rolled back in her head. "Do not swallow that, until I tell you," he told her and she nodded, looking him in his eyes, curious as to what he was going to do next to her. "You can close your mouth, but you can't swallow," he instructed her and she nodded her understanding.
She closed her mouth and smiled when Will caressed her ribs until his fingers curled under the hem of her shirt, and he lifted it up and over her head and when she was free of her clothes, he began kissing the hollow of her neck, making her purr and it was a little difficult to keep the cherry on her tongue, but when he stopped teasing her throat, he kissed her lips and told her she could swallow the cherry and she did so happily.
She smiled and very carefully reached her hands out to the hem of his shirt. She was going to unbutton it and strip him of at least that, but she had called him Sir, which meant she had to ask permission and she had to do so without speaking. He smiled kindly and nodded. "Go on my love," he said and she smiled, carefully unbuttoning his shirt, as if each button was a delicate piece of glass. She moved slowly and methodically, leaning in and kissing him on each new bare spot that she revealed. She stopped when his shirt was fully unbuttoned and she carefully slipped it off of his body, leaving them both stripped of their shirt and he smiled. "I think it's slightly unfair that you wear a bra," he told her kindly and with gentle touches and little kisses to her collar bone, he released her from her bra, so they were both topless.
"You look so gorgeous," he said and she leaned in for a moment, pausing, until he nodded. "I grant you permission to play," he said and she grinned happily. "There are rules my love. You can play with this, and these," he said handing her the bowl of cherries and the can of whipped cream. She beamed and he held up his hand, indicating there were more rules. "You are however, not allowed to talk, and at of the end of this rules list I will not be speaking either. We have our two words. Easy is the first for both of us. Your second is ice, and my second is Italy," he said and she nodded her agreement.
She carefully guided him down onto the kitchen floor, the two of them slipping into a happy state. She very carefully popped the top off of the can of whipped cream and set it aside. She carefully pushed him down so he was lying on the floor on his back, and she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She pressed the tip of the whipped cream can to his lips and carefully traced them without pressing on the dispenser button. Then she pulled the can down toward his collar bone and drew the tip of the can, while pressing the dispenser button, making a whipped cream copy of his left collar bone, and then she leaned down and licked up the mess she'd made, before moving over and kissing him strongly. He made happily little noises and she continued. She did the same to the right collar bone and then she drew one line down the center of his body, copying his sternum. She then very carefully handed him the can and picked up the bowl of cherries. She carefully picked up one by it's stem and dragged it through the whipped cream and then set it on Will's mouth, waiting for him to eat it, which he did happily and she smiled down at him.
She repeated the process with a second cherry and then took that cherry for herself and then leaned down and shared a cherry and whipped cream kiss. She tasted the cherry, the cream, and his tongue in her mouth and gasped softly when he pulled her closer, mushing the left over whipped cream between their chests. He smiled, and very gently rolled the two of them over, so he was on top of her and she grinned up at him. She loved when he simply took control of her body. He used the whipped cream to draw little dots on her nipples, making them rock hard the second the cold cream touched them. He sucked them into his mouth, and kissed his way down her belly button. He made sure that he stopped just at her navel and then smiled when she pushed his hands lower. She was ready and she could feel he was ready too. They needed a release and now was the perfect time to get it. As the clock slowly chimed to nine pm, Shelby leaned up and begged him to take her. "Right here, right now, just do it," she whispered.
"And you just broke the rules," he whispered to her.
"So did you," she smiled, and with that he slid her jeans down and he felt her use her feet to slide his pants off of him. The moment was now and the time was right. The rest of the world didn't exist, it was just the two of them, and life was pretty damn good. Sex seemed like a great way to celebrate. He sunk into her very quickly and the two got a pretty good rhythm going, neither of them speaking, as they both worked to achieve orgasm with soft moans and cries so they didn't wake their sleeping girls. In three minutes they were both successful and lying naked on the kitchen floor, covered in whipped cream, cherries, and each other.
"I think we should take a shower and go to bed," Will smiled.
At four o'clock in the morning a terrible shriek went ringing through the house and Shelby was the first one up. She went into the hallway and found Rachel, curled up in the fetal position and screaming bloody murder. The other girls were now awake and in the hallway with Shelby and Brittany looked like she was about to be physically sick. "Bree baby, I think you moved to fast sweetheart, sit down baby," Shelby said kindly.
"No, Mama, we have to take care of her," Brittany said.
"Holy crap you have lungs on you," Santana said tiredly.
"Sanny, why don't you and your sisters go back to bed with Daddy," Shelby suggested. She was fairly sure that Santana's snarky comments, Brittany's migraine, and Quinn's renewed desire for everything to be perfect, would make getting Rachel to calm down a lot more difficult.
"We have to help Mama," Quinn said looking scared and Rachel let out another blood curdling scream and then her eyes popped open in shock. She looked around at all the people surrounding her and moved as fast as she could, albeit painfully and presented herself again.
"She can't do that!" Santana yelled.
"Sanny, stop. It's four in the morning, let's not wake the neighborhood," Will said.
"She's making presents Daddy," Brittany said tiredly, leaning against the wall for support and then slumping into Quinn. "Or something like that," she said.
"Alright, all my girls need to go back to bed. Daddy will take you all back to bed and Rae and Mama will be in soon," Shelby announced and even though she didn't want to do it, she was about to baby Rachel more than she had been up to this point. Will gathered the girls and lead them to the master bedroom while Shelby very gently lifted Rachel into her arms and she very carefully carried her into the bathroom the girls all shared. "Shhh, you're okay baby, you're okay, Mama's here, it's alright," she said gently and she rubbed her back and very carefully laid her down on the long counter top, fairly sure that she was going to need to be changed and Rachel put up a fight, screaming and kicking, trying to get into the "proper position". "Rachel Barbara, you will stop squirming around immediately," Shelby scolded her and gave her a light smack to her thigh, because that was all she could reach and she needed to grab her attention. That was all it took for Rachel to shut up. She struggled to breathe and remain still and Shelby sighed. It had gone from bad to worse in a millisecond.
"Come on baby, you're okay," Shelby sighed. She made quick work of changing Rachel into a new diaper and then put her back into her pajamas and helped her to stand. She hugged her closer and rubbed her back. "Shhh, take a breath my love. Breathe with Mama," she coaxed her as she sat on the toilet and pulled Rachel into her lap. "Shhh, look at Mama, let's breathe," she coaxed her and Rachel shook her head no and tried to slide off of Shelby's lap. "Alright, you can get down, Mama won't hold you if you don't want it," she said and once again Rachel presented herself. "Not a chance baby girl, come on," Shelby said and she lifted her back up into her arms and sat her on her lap and Rachel kicked and cried and struggled to get away. "Shhh, listen to Mama, when you're done wiggling around, we will talk about what's happened and then we will go back to bed," Shelby said and Rachel tried to get back into "position". "Rae-rae, look at Mama," Shelby said pulling her back up onto her lap and again Rachel tried to wiggle. "Rae-rae, Mama said no," Shelby said sternly. "If you want to stand you can, but the minute you put your bottom up in the air I'm pulling you back into my lap," Shelby said seriously.
"Mama," Rachel cried. She did stand in front of her but she wouldn't reach for Shelby. She had to make her understand that she was ready to be used so she could prove her worth.
"Yes, I'm here, talk to me, what do you need to tell me," Shelby asked gently.
"Down," she said pointing to the floor.
"If you want to sit on the floor you can. Mama will move to the floor and we can sit and breathe and talk about whatever it is you want to talk about. We can talk about what scary dream you had, or how you got into the hallway on your own, or we can just cuddle, but you are not going to present yourself again," Shelby told her.
"Rae down," she said stubbornly as tears flowed down her cheeks.
Shelby gently brushed them away and nodded. "Rae-rae can sit down on the floor," Shelby told her and she purposefully used younger language, because Rachel was acting like a stubborn little girl.
"Down Mama," Rachel begged whining slightly.
"Rae-rae can sit down," Shelby told her and once again, Rachel got down on the floor, to her knees. Shelby waited and watched, sadly as Rachel very carefully tried to get into position.
"Rae-rae, Mama said no. You can sit, on the floor, on your bottom," Shelby said sternly and Will heard Shelby talking to Rachel. Her voice was soft but he heard key words, in very short sentences, and he wasn't sure what was going on, and while he thought he should figure it out, the tone in Shelby's voice made him think that now was not the time.
"Mama," she whined.
"Alright Rae-rae, two choices. You can sit on the floor, on your bottom and we can talk, or you can sit in Mama's lap and we can talk that way."
"No. Down," she said.
"Two choices baby girl. On your bottom or in my lap," Shelby said seriously.
"Mama," she whined again.
"Rae-rae, it is four in the morning and if you can't make a decision Mama is going to make one for you," Shelby said kindly.
"No. Down. Mama, down," she cried.
"Alright, sit down and show me," Shelby said and Rachel nodded, feeling that she won and got into position, her chest pressed to the floor, head turned to the side, and bottom stuck up in the air. "No Rae-rae," Shelby said and she lifted her up and pulled her into her lap and Rachel started to scream as she cried all over again. She had to prove her worth, so she could stay with this family and they weren't taking it. She was sure that they were going to get her healthy again and then send her away. "Oh my baby girl," Shelby sighed. "Come on, Mama is much too old to be rocking her baby girl on the toilet. She was slightly surprised that Rachel hung on tightly, cuddling further into her Mama as Shelby carried her into the bedroom where Will and the other girls were trying to sleep.
She sat down in the rocking chair and began rocking her baby girl, waiting for her to calm down and fall asleep and it didn't take too long for that to happen. Rachel curled into herself and was very calmed by the fact that Shelby was cradling her, looking down at her, a finger gently pressed to Rachel's lips and hushing her. "Just breathe with Mama baby girl. We're going to sit here and breathe and we'll talk more in the morning if we have to," Shelby said kindly.
The other girls watched. Sleeping wasn't happening since they were all in the same room and they were all worried about Rachel. People didn't scream like that for no reason. Quinn decided that from where she was, it was a bad vantage point, so she very carefully moved herself to go and lay on top of Will and she watched her Miss and the new pet try to calm down.
"I have to!" she screamed.
"Shhh, have to what baby? What does Quinnie have to do?" Shelby pressed. She was seated in the char, the special green chair in the master bedroom, that looked like a perfectly normal chair, but she was rocking back and forth and Shelby had a tight grip on her.
"Clean it up! Make it better! Miss please!" Quinn yelled, crying and struggling to get down, as Shelby remained holding her tightly, letting her tire herself out.
"Why does Quinnie have to clean up Sanny's mess?" Shelby asked.
"Perfect, be perfect. No ice!" Quinn yelled and she wiggled as hard as she could to get away from Shelby. She almost broke free when Shelby adjusted her, but then she broke down into further sobs when she realized she wasn't going to be able to go anywhere or get to her sister.
"Shhh, listen to me my love, listen very closely to Mama, there is no use of ice in this house unless it is for a hot drink. No more ice for any of my girls," Shelby told her and Quinn continued to cry and struggle until she found herself in a cradled position on Shelby's lap and she was exhausted. Her head was resting on arm of the chair and her legs were hanging off the other side and Shelby knew she was uncomfortable. "Shhh, Quinnie, I need you to listen to Mama," Shelby said gently looking down at her and keeping a finger pressed carefully to Quinn's lips, tapping lightly, and giving her some very odd feeling of comfort. "I'm going to shift you, so we don't hurt your back and neck lying like this," Shelby said and with watery green eyes Quinn nodded and was lifted up a bit, into a better, more comfortable position and Shelby spoke kindly. "Tell Mama why Sanny got in trouble baby," she requested.
"She back talked and was rude," she said softly.
"Yes, she did. What do you think she should have done?" Shelby asked her kindly.
"Maybe not be rude," Quinn suggested.
"Very good, now, let's focus on you. Why are you up here with Mama?" she asked.
"I jumped in," she said tears immediately falling down her cheeks.
"Yes you did," she said kindly and she reached for some tissues and helped her clean her face a little bit. "Why did you jump in?" Shelby asked. "You and your sisters have been with us for three months now, and there has never been a moment where we would not love you, put your safety first, or be sure you were properly cared for and the punishment fit the crime," Shelby explained.
That was all it took for Quinn to curl into Shelby and cry. She was crying from embarrassment and some slight fear. She had disappointed her Miss, her Mama, a person whom she'd come to truly love over the past three months of living with them, and she didn't like that her actions showed mistrust. "Shhh, it's okay Quinnie, it really is baby girl. I know you're scared, and I know that Miss Kate was very mean to you, and did a lot of bad things to you. I know that's hard to forget and I know it's hard to think that those things won't happen to you in this house. So you and I came up here to sit and cuddle and just be," she said. "I also know that when Sanny is done being spanked for her transgressions, she's going to be held and cuddled just like this, only it'll be downstairs in Daddy's office," she said.
"Am I going to get spanked?" Quinn asked.
"You already were in the kitchen. I spanked you once, to grab your attention and it worked and then you were removed from the room. I'm not going to spank you for fighting me, because you want to protect your sister," Shelby said.
"When is Bree coming home?" Quinn asked after a minute.
"In about half an hour my love, why?"
"I just want to cuddle with you, until she comes home please Mama," Quinn said.
"I will always cuddle you my love. You are one of my most treasured loves," Shelby said.
Quinn's memory ended and she gave a slight smile, letting the dull sound of Will's heart beat lull her to sleep. Her Miss and Sir were right there with her, very ready to protect her and all her sisters from anything. It gave her peace and once she did a last look at the rest of her family, she closed her eyes and let herself fall to sleep. As soon as Rachel stopped crying, Brittany was able to fall to sleep, and that left, only Will and Santana awake. Santana was watching carefully and she couldn't help it. She had to ask.
"Mama," Santana said softly after a long time of silence and even in her voice, Shelby could tell Santana had been struggling to stay awake. She was on the edge of the bed so she was forcing herself to stay awake and watch. She had to know what was going on and Will was busy keeping Quinn and Brittany calm and asleep.
"What's up baby?"
"Is she gonna need bottles or are you going to take pills?" Santana asked.
"I don't think so baby why?" she asked.
"It looks like you're breast feeding her," she yawned.
"Sanny my love. Both Mama and Daddy have held all you girls in this exact position, because you have been this stressed," Shelby told her kindly and she hated that she couldn't reach out and touch one of her baby girls. Santana needed assurance and mountains of it.
"But she might need that right?" Santana asked.
"She might, but she will let us know as time goes by," Shelby said.
"But we keep her. We save and no one else gets her," Santana said.
"No baby girl. No one else gets Rachel but us," Shelby said.
Bruce paced in his office and looked over at his wife. "I'm not sure what this meeting is supposed to be about," he told her.
"It's okay to be a complaint session, and you know it. I'm here to protect you, and our business," Anne said. "He's going to push to show Madam C was wrong, and she was not. We have the contract, we have the video. Our Madam, did everything she was trained for and he was warned what would happen if he didn't listen," Anne explained.
"I love you," he smiled and he leaned in and kissed her strongly. He didn't make it passionate, it was just loving and gentle.
"I love you too and it's nearly time, so are you ready?" she asked him.
"As I'll ever be," he said and he went to the front and spoke kindly to Sara. "Alright my dear girl, there is a very angry man, and his partner let's say, who are due in shortly. As soon as they are in my office, you will not leave this desk. Lester and Dara going to be with me in my office, and Charles is on his way in to be with you. I want you and everyone safe," he said.
"That's three of our security staff Sir," she said thoughtfully. "Are you going to be safe Sir? Are these people very cruel?" she asked.
"They are very cruel yes, however, I will be safe. Miss Anne is with me, as well as Lester. You have a camera and you know that if this red light starts glowing, you are to do what?" he asked her kindly.
"Call 911 immediately," she said.
"Good girl. Now, normally I would be in the back waiting, but because these men are rather cruel, I'm going to be out here with you," he told her and Anne came to join them.
"The car just pulled up. Sara dear, please go check the bathrooms to be sure they are clean and well stocked and do not come out until Charles comes to knock on the door and you know it's him," Anne said seriously. She wasn't messing around. She had a very good idea as to who these people were and her number one job right now, was to keep her family and community safe and protected. Sara was her employee, but it didn't matter, Anne considered the staff family as well.
Sara closed the bathroom door just as the two men walked in and Oliver stormed over to the desk. "Are you the woman I spoke to yesterday?" he demanded.
"No, I am not," Anne said sternly.
"Who are you?" Oliver snapped.
"Oliver, enough!" Vincent said. "We came to talk and be peaceful. Yes you are mad about yesterday, but it's over and done with, now let's find out who these people are and then we can continue."
"I'm Bruce Miller and I am one of the owner of this club. This is Madam Anne Downey. We are the owners of this club, and based on your voice, I know you are the gentlemen who required a meeting with me, because you didn't like what my Madam did during your session," he said.
"She cuffed me to a bench!" Oliver said
"Water under the bridge my love," Vincent said kindly interrupting any further point that Oliver was going to try and make. "We actually want to talk to you about a pet that ran away from us. We think she may find her way to your care, and so if she does, we want you to help us get her back," Vincent said.
"He's playing games," Anne thought to herself, but she said nothing. These men would eventually give themselves away. They had recently, by sending the bells. They knew exactly where Rachel was, they just weren't sure what family she was with. They'd sent bells to seven of the community houses, and were eventually arrested for harassment, and Bruce had pressed charges for continued harassment.
"I thought we were sure," Oliver said out of the side of his mouth.
"Excuse me, this is a meeting, a conversation. I would like it if you spoke more clearly," Anne said.
Vincent took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He already didn't like Anne, but he was beginning to realize to get to Rachel, he'd have to charm her. "We're sorry, we're anxious. You see, we've lost our pet, and we miss her terribly, she was a wonderful pet," Vincent said, laying on the a thick charm, that didn't fool anyone, but they all kept their cool. Oliver was the only one to appear nervous and he kept eyeing Lester and Dara, concerned that something was going to happen. "You see, we have it on word that not only may she run to you, but she probably already has," he said.
"She must not be a good pet, if she ran away," Bruce offered as kindly as he could, but under the desk, Anne tapped her foot to his ankle. She didn't want anyone being antagonized, even if it was by accident. "What I mean is, I'm sure you love her very much, and I know that if my pets left me, I would be devastated, and at the same time, I would consider why they left," he said, "so have you considered that is my question," Bruce said as calmly as possible.
Vincent smiled politely, although it was completely fake, and nodded his agreement. "We did consider that, and we brought some tapes for you to hear. She was always pleading for more," Vincent said and he played the tape.
"Tell me slut! Tell me you want more!" Vincent said and Bruce heard Rachel gasp a sound that didn't sound right. His ears immediately went on alert and the members of his community seemed to come to attention. Those sounds were sounds of trouble, yet as they watched Vincent and Oliver sit there listening, their smiles grew as they heard the cries and labored breathing of a young girl who was having her body ravaged. Dara and Lester were forcing themselves to be very controlled and slow and calm. It wasn't easy to hear a young girl, much less a pet they sort of knew, scream like that. Vincent shut off the tape and looked up. "See? She liked it. She was begging for more."
"I did hear her stutter and pause between each word," Bruce offered and he knew Anne was trying not to throw up. They couldn't make this emotional, because then it would give it away that they not only had Rachel, but that they had come to care for her a great deal and these were some very dangerous men.
"That's because Oli here was pounding into her. She does like it rough," Vincent said proudly and Anne turned her head to cough for a moment and then reached for a mint. She felt nauseous listening to these men talk about what was pure torture as a good thing. There were pets, even green levels, who were very big into rough sex and they got what they wanted and they did cry out, but they never sounded scared. Their cries were always much more pleasurable and they were never called such rude words as cunt and slut and piece of shit. Bruce and Anne saw pets as people; living beings with wants and desires, that possibly embarrassed them, so to make them feel safer and more secure, they helped them work up to that point where pain met pleasure and everyone's safety was taken into consideration.
"Tell me Mr. Crane, beside this audio, and I'm sure the other audios you brought will be the same, what else is so wonderful about your pet?" Anne asked. She had to hear it for herself. She had to hear that they thought of her as a thing and not a person.
"Well I have this photo, and you can just how beautiful she is," he said and right there Anne had her answer. It was a picture, it was looks, they knew nothing about Rachel as a person. They knew her and wanted her as a pet only, someone who would serve them, whenever they pleased.
With a lot of courage, Anne reached for the photo and looked it over. She saw Rachel on a bed, face up, legs bent, knees pushed to her shoulders, tied into place, apparently sleeping. Her vagina and anus were clearly visible and stretched much too wide for anyone's liking. "See?" Vincent offered. "She was doing some double penetration training for us," Vincent said.
"What lube did you use for this?" Bruce asked simply, noticing that there was nothing shiny on Rachel's body.
"We didn't use any. She's tight enough that she needed the stretching," Vincent said. "You see in order for her to feel anything at all, there can be no lube. If things slip and slide easily she won't know what her limits are and therefore we won't be able to help her push past them."
"I see, and you were able to do this while she was sleeping?" Bruce asked.
"Oh no, we knocked her out, she screamed far too often," Oliver said and Vincent turned and growled at him while the rest of the room stared at him in what they hoped was calmness, but was actual shock. The staring worked though, because he continued on. "What?" he asked Vincent seriously. "We did, we had to, she was way too loud and the screaming hurt my ears," Oliver defended.
"Yes, well I do have other things on my schedule today gentlemen, as I'm sure you do as well, so what would you like to discuss about your session Mr. Crane?" he asked.
"No, we don't need to talk about that. We simply want you to tell our pet, that we are looking for her, we want her back and that we need to talk, because clearly there was a misunderstanding somewhere along the way," Vincent said and Oliver grumbled quietly in his seat. He wanted retaliation on the Mistress who hurt him, but clearly, that wasn't going to happen, so he sat and pouted like a petulant child and simply nodded along.
"I can make you no promises," Bruce said and Vincent stood up, hands on the desk and leaning forward. Lester and Dara were ready to charge, but Oliver pulled Vincent back quickly.
"We have enough trouble," he hissed in his ear and Vincent calmed down a bit and stood straighter.
"Look, we know you have her. She does not belong to you, she belongs to us, she signed a legal document, stating so," Vincent said.
"Do you have it with you?" Bruce asked and both men deflated immediately. Bruce was an honorable man, he would abide by a contract and he knew, they knew that. He was also aware that their contract was probably not legally binding or notarized or had any actual legal power and he knew the five attorneys that he had to talk to, in order to check it out.
"We will fax it to you. Give me your number," Vincent demanded and Anne forced herself not to grimace or give any kind of scolding looks. These men had no manners at all.
Bruce handed them his card and smiled politely, offering his hand. "Gentlemen, it was a pleasure, and I'll see what I can do," he said waiting for them to shake his hand, which neither of them did, they simply turned and left. As soon as they were out of the room Bruce looked at Dara.
"I already pressed the button, the moment you stood up," he said. Each of the security members had a small band on their arm. It has two little buttons and one vibrating sensor. When you pushed one of the buttons, it would send a vibration to all the other bands. Anne had told his three guards that Sara was not to be seen and the button was to be activated before the gentlemen left the room. "Charles has her in the supply room," Dara said.
"Good, thank you gentlemen," he said warmly and gave them each a hug.
Lester sighed as Bruce hugged him and picked up the phone once the hug was released. "Ma'am, Sir, please sit down. None of you are going anywhere anytime soon," he said and Anne gave him a funny look. "Yes, I'd like to report a crime please," he said and they all turned to look at the camera. Vincent and Oliver were taking baseball bats to the windows of all the cars parked in front of the club. They didn't get their way and now they were angry.
Sunday morning brought chaos to the Miller family, however for the Schuester/Corcoran family, it brought peace and a lazy start to the day. Everyone slept in and by the time they got up, it was nearly lunch time, so Shelby simply made lunch for everyone while Will and the girls stayed in the family room, finding something to watch on television. The plan was to have a light lunch as a family, in the family room, and while Rachel had been told what was going to happen, she'd forgotten the instructions and started to panic when she didn't see her Mama sitting off to the side any longer. She started to look around the room, panic flooding her body and she pushed herself up on to all fours to get a better look around the room.
Will and Brittany were cuddled on the couch, while Santana, Quinn, and Rachel were lying on the floor, on their stomachs, completely engrossed in the television guide. Santana and Quinn were debating about what networks to look up, and Rachel simply didn't care. "Rae baby, what's up?" Will asked her and she just looked more upset. "It's alright baby, tell Daddy what you need," he said kindly and she started to cry.
"Stop crying, you're safe here," Quinn said quickly, sounding completely annoyed and much too bossy to Will, when she heard the soft breath that was definitely ragged.
"Quinnie, calm down please," Will said sternly and then he focused on Rachel. "It's okay Rae-rae, Mama's in the kitchen," he said knowing exactly what she was looking for.
"I'm in the kitchen baby. I'll be right there," Shelby called and showed up several minutes later with plates and drinks for everyone. Quinn and Santana were able to feed themselves, and Will guided Brittany when she needed it, as her migraine was much less, but still bothersome. Shelby on the other hand sat down near Rachel and without hesitation, Rachel presented herself to Shelby and let out a soft yelp of pain. She moved much faster than her muscles were prepared for.
"Daddy, why does she do that?" Brittany asked softly as she took a bite of her turkey sandwich.
"It's conditioning baby. It's kind of like how when you first got here, you girls were afraid every time Mama and I went into the freezer," he said and she nodded.
"Rae-rae, we sit down like good girls," Shelby said and Santana and Quinn immediately looked over to see Rachel presenting herself.
"Like this," Quinn said and she moved from lying on her stomach to sitting up straight on her bottom. She continued to look at Rachel and waited for her to copy but she didn't do it.
"Sit like this Rae," Santana said and Rachel didn't budge. She had to do something to repay the family that was taking care of her, especially since they were now all under potential attack. Rachel's Sirs were out of jail and she knew exactly how bad it could get.
Even with coaxing from Quinn and Santana, Rachel still didn't listen and so Shelby took action. "Come here my love, time to eat," she said and she carefully pulled Rachel into her lap.
"Mama, down," Rachel said softly, protesting about the order that Shelby had given her and struggling to get back into positon.
"Yes, Rae-rae will sit down, in Mama's lap, like a good girl," Shelby told her and Rachel shook her head. She had to present herself and show her gratitude. "No? Rae-rae is going to be a naughty girl for Mama today?" Shelby asked kindly, raising an eyebrow in question.
"You so need to start talking," Santana grumbled from her position near them. She was still on her belly, where as Quinn had demonstrated how to sit down. Will leaned forward and smacked her bottom firmly one time.
"No commentary," Will scolded.
"Mama, down," Rachel whimpered trying to wiggle out of Shelby's lap to present herself.
"No my baby girl. Rae-rae is going to sit in Mama's lap and we're going to eat lunch," she told her. "Look, see? Your sisters are eating and Daddy is eating and Mama is going to eat too, but everyone is going to sit nicely and have lunch," she said.
"Down," Rachel protested.
"Rae-rae can sit down in Mama's lap to have lunch, or Rae-rae can sit on her bottom like a good girl and have lunch," Shelby told her and she watched Rachel look toward Santana's who was on her belly, eating, while Quinn sat up to eat, and Brittany sat cuddled into Will's side, taking small bites and then resting again.
"Down," Rachel whimpered.
"No baby, not in this house," Shelby told her seriously and she broke off a small bite of the sandwich and fed it to Rachel.
"Daddy," Brittany whispered quietly, "is Rae a baby now?" she asked him.
"I will explain it in a few minutes baby, I promise," he told her and she nodded and simply watched. Will and Shelby had talked about it earlier that morning.
Shelby and Will stood in the kitchen, fixing lunch together while the girls were in the other room for the moment. "I heard you talking to her last night. I know it was four in the morning, but you sounded like you were talking to Kenzie and Corey, and I didn't think we were going that young."
"I really don't want to, but I think we need to. She's acting like a stubborn little girl, and a very little girl at that. Her sentences are no more than five words. I am getting the feeling that everyone is right. She needs to be babied more than they were, when they first got here. I don't think she wants to stay in that world, but if she does, I'm okay with it."
"Okay," Will agreed. "So what are we going to do differently?" he asked.
"I don't think much," she said. "We are however, going to make sure that when she presents herself and gets "down" as she says, then she is going to sit on that little stool over there for two minutes," Shelby explained. "I don't think it's going to be easy, but it has to be done," she said. "It's a time out, and I did explain it to her last night, but we'll see," she sighed. She knew this would be hard.
"Well I heard you last night and I thought you did a great job. You made sure that you were patient and consistent with her. I don't think we really can do anything more than that. I know she has homework to do, but I wouldn't mind if she just wanted to be carried everywhere," he said. "So then, next hurdle, do you still want to go shopping for her today?" "I do, she needs her own space and until we go shopping, she's not going to get it. I want her to have her own space. We'll get her the bed, the chair, all the same things the other girls have. At least she can have a space and whether or not she uses it, well that I don't care about," Shelby said honestly.
"You are the most incredible woman, I've ever met," he smiled.
"You're just still horny from last night," she teased him and she gave him a searing kiss. "Please go sit with our girls while I finish this," Shelby said.
Rachel finally calmed down and didn't seem to mind that Shelby was feeding her. She settled into Shelby's lap and was perfectly content to be catered to and hand fed. "Alright my ladies, I need everyone to listen please," Shelby announced. "Mama wants to explain the day. We are going shopping today," she said. "We're all going to brush our teeth, and get dressed, and then we're going shopping. We need to create Rae's room for her. Does anyone remember what we will be shopping for?" she asked and Quinn and Santana immediately raised their hands. "Go on Quinnie, tell me two things," Shelby said kindly.
"She needs a chair and bed of her own," Quinn said.
"Very good my love. What do you think Sanny?" Shelby asked.
"Dishes, and accessories," she said.
"Very good my darling girls. I'm very proud of you," Shelby said and Will smiled. She was trying to get the girls off of parent time, and they were starting to show they were ready for it. Out shopping for Rachel's bedroom would be the last piece of the puzzle. If they could function "normally" outside the safety of their house and community, then they would know that the girls were ready to go back to being pets.
"Alright my loves, well in order for us to go shopping, we all need to get dressed. So before I say this next, I want to make sure everyone is listening please," he said and three of the girls raised their hands and Rachel quickly followed suit. "Very good. I want everyone to be in denim jeans please and a t-shirt of your choosing. Everyone will be wearing jackets before we leave the house, because it is getting colder and I want all my girls kept warm and safe okay?" he asked and everyone nodded and put their hands down.
Santana and Quinn stood up and went over to Rachel. "You want us to help you?" Santana offered.
"Not yet my loves. Rae my girl. You presented, which you are not supposed to do. You have a rule, do you remember your rule?" she asked kindly. "What is your rule for when you present yourself?" she asked her.
"Sit," Rachel said said softly.
"Very good. Where do you sit?" she asked.
"Time ow," she said softly.
"Very good girl, for how long?" she asked and Rachel held up two fingers. "Very good, two what my love?" she asked her kindly
"Mi-zits," she said softly.
"Very good, so you and Mama are going to go into the kitchen and you are going to sit for two minutes, and then we can go upstairs and get dressed like Daddy said to do. Do you remember what he said we all had to wear today?" she asked as she stood up and helped Rachel to her feet and began slowly guiding her to the kitchen.
"Jeeze an' a shir'," she said softly and she focused her eyes down on the floor, on her feet, watching every step she took, watching Shelby's hands on her hips and Shelby's feet follow her own.
"Very good," Shelby praised. They continued over to her little stool and Shelby helped her to sit down. "Mama is very proud of you sweetheart," she told her and helped her to sit down. Once she was seated, Shelby looked at the clock and stayed right next to Rachel, right in front of her, to help remind her that she wasn't alone.
"Mama, can I sit with her?" Brittany asked softly from the doorway.
"It's okay with me. Is that alright with you Rae? Can Bree sit with you while you finish your time?" she asked her and Rachel nodded. Brittany smiled and moved forward, sitting down where Shelby was moments ago.
"Can I hold her hands Mama?" Brittany asked.
"As long as she stays in her chair for the next ninety seconds and she is okay, yes, you can hold her hands," Shelby said. "Kisses," she said softly and Brittany offered her cheek and Shelby kissed her temple, and then looked at Rachel. "Kisses?" she asked her and Rachel nodded simply and then let Shelby kiss her temple too. Then she backed off and let the girls have their time together.
"Can I tell you a story Rae?" Brittany asked her kindly and Rachel nodded. "So when we first got here, we did a lot of floundering as Grandpa calls it. The first time we had a family dinner, it was a crazy night. We didn't know how to be, and we were all very scared. Sanny ran away, and swore and Grandma Karen I think, and Quinnie dropped a glass plate on the floor, because she was so worried about being perfect for company, and I threw up all over Aunt Terri, because I ate too fast and when we sat down afterward, my body rejected everything I ate. Grandpa calls it floundering, and I think that's what you're doing, so I want to offer you some advice. Some days are going to suck. They just are. That's life. You and me, and Quinnie and Sanny, we came from not good homes and we don't always know what's "normal" and what isn't. We have to learn it as we go. We flop around between what we knew before and what we have now," Brittany explained and Rachel's eyes grew wide and she nodded her agreement.
It was the truth. She knew what should be happening based on previous experiences but in this house, in this family, things worked so differently and she felt herself floundering around, unsure of what was the "right" way of life. "So Grandpa says that we're floundering like fish. They live in water their whole life and then they come out of that water and they flop around, until they can get back in water. "Don't tell the other girls, but we flounder all the time still; not every day, but we do. I'm telling you this story, because I don't want you to feel alone. I want you to know, that the crazy feelings you have inside, that you sometimes don't understand. They happen to all of us," she said.
"Bree," Rachel said softly and Brittany smiled at her, waiting for her to continue. "Fanks," she said quietly and Brittany smiled.
"Kisses?" Brittany offered and when Rachel gave consent she leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"Rae, guess what my love, you've done your time out, so we can move on now," Shelby said. "Do you remember what we're going to do?" she asked her kindly and Rachel nodded.
"D'ess, s'op," she said quietly and she struggled slightly to stand up, having it get easier when Brittany and Shelby assisted her.
"Yes, very good. We are going to get dressed and then we are going to shop," Shelby smiled at her, glad that this latest time out, hadn't been a total melt down.
"I can help you up the stairs and then if you want Quinnie and Sanny can help you get dressed, because they're probably done by now," Brittany offered. Rachel nodded and Shelby smiled.
"Come my loves. I get to be with two of my treasured girls for the next little while. I'll help you both get dressed into the clothes Daddy has asked for and then you can help Mama pick out what she is going to wear okay?" she asked them and they both nodded their agreement.
The drive over to the mall was simple, but once they got there, the girls were all a bit jumpy. "Middle names Mama, please?" Brittany begged. "Alright baby, we can do that. I will try to remember, but I can't promise, so stay as close as you can and that will help okay?" Brittany nodded and took a tight grip of Shelby's hand and Quinn grabbed Will's hand, as he helped Santana and then Rachel out of the car.
"Alright girls, hold Mama's hand please," Will said as he helped Rachel out of the van and she yelped slightly as her muscles stretched faster than she was ready for. "Rae baby," he said very softly. "If you need Daddy to carry you, I can okay? You just have to let me know," he said and she nodded, very carefully stepping her other foot out of the car and then holding tight to Will as he shut the van door and locked the car. "Ladies, you will hold hands in the parking lot. I trust you all to behave appropriately; I do not however trust the other drivers," he said and they all nodded.
"Daddy," Rachel whispered softly and he turned to look at her, and she reached her arm up toward him and Shelby sighed happily. It was good to know that Rachel was trusting Will so much.
"Alright love, come on," he said and he lifted her up and carried her across the lot while Shelby walked with the three girls. The girls were mainly concerned about being spotted by the bad men who had once taken Rachel captive. They made it across the lot with no issue and Will spoke gently. "Alright baby girl, should Daddy put you down now? Do you want to walk on your own?" he asked her kindly, knowing that she could do so. She'd go slow, but she could still do it. She nodded and he gently set her down on the ground, being sure she had her footing, before he let go an simply offered her his hand, which she happily held on to. Brittany got on her other side and took her other hand, helping her entire body center itself, so they could walk through the mall. The six of them walked into the mall just as a man with a double wide stroller was walking out. "Let me help you," Will smiled knowing exactly who this man was as well as the occupants of the stroller.
"It's the Schuesters," Mark smiled and he pushed the stroller outside the doorframe and they all moved to the side, out of the way. Mark put the brakes on the stroller and then he gave each of them a hug hello. Once she had her turn, Shelby moved in front of the stroller, so that in case the little ones in it, woke up from lack of movement, they would see someone they knew.
"Where's Alli?" Will asked kindly.
"She is at home. I brought the girls, so we could buy Mama a gift," he said and then Mark smiled at Rachel who was still holding her Daddy's hand. "You are doing so well sweetheart. It's nice to see you up and walking around," Mark praised her and she blushed but nodded, and in the stroller, Courtney started to wake up.
"You two catch up, I got her," Shelby said kindly. "Hey there little one," Shelby smiled, kneeling down in front of the stroller and Courtney smiled at her.
"Hi Miss S'eby," she smiled tiredly.
"Hi sweetheart," Shelby smiled. "I didn't wake you did I?" she asked her, easily spotting the tired face when she first saw it.
"No, I no s'eep," she pouted.
"You're not sleeping? That's not good, what about Kenzie?" she asked and Courtney leaned forward a bit and peaked at her sister, who was sound asleep, pacifier in her mouth, and looking very peaceful.
"Kenzie gotten s'aired, in da s'ore," Courtney told her and she looked around a bit, spotting Quinn right next to Shelby. Quinn had a bit of a soft spot for the two babies in the community. "Hi Kin," she smiled at Quinn and Quinn grinned and knelt down.
"Hi Corey," she said. "Kisses?" she asked and the young girl nodded and Quinn leaned in and gave her noisy playful kisses to her cheek, making her squeal happily while the boys continued to talk.
"Miss S'eby, wook," she said and she held out her feet, while she continued to sit in the stroller. Six months ago, Mark had purchased two special needs strollers, that held up to two hundred pounds each and were low to the ground. His girls were afraid of everything and the strollers helped give them a sense of comfort and privacy, cocooned in their strollers with special blankets wrapped around them to conceal them even further. It gave them a sense of security and Allison and Mark had managed to fasten the two of them together, to create a double wide stroller. Courtney clicked her shoes together and they lit up.
"Oh wow, those are so special! Where did you get those. Can Miss Shelby get a pair?' she asked and Courtney giggled happily. "You and your sister are much too cute, I should make you share that cuteness with someone else," Shelby teased her and Courtney blushed and grinned again, basking the praise from the older woman.
"Where, um, you baby?" she asked, not remember Rachel's name.
"Right here," Shelby said and she reached her arm out toward Rachel who very carefully went over to her and smiled. "Can you say hi to Corey baby?" she asked.
"Hi," Rachel said softly and Courtney beamed. This girl looked the same way Courtney felt every single day of her life, before she met Mark and Allison. She had scared eyes, and a nervous speech, and she looked like she was either cold or trembling, something Courtney did almost every single day. It was something Mackenzie had just done in the store, not half an hour earlier. Courtney knew a fellow baby when she met one.
"Wha you name?" Courtney asked and Mark heard her. He was glad she was being so talkative, but her lack of manners concerned him.
"Be polite Corey, use your manners," he said kindly.
"Um, p'ease. Wha' you name p'ease. I sorry I forgetted," she told her.
Rachel smiled and spoke softly. "I say quietly Mama?" Rachel asked and Santana's eyes went wide. Rachel seemed completely comfortable and Santana was very proud of herself for figuring out that Rachel needed to be babied and probably wanted it, whether or not she wanted to admit it. She probably wasn't even sure she could have it.
"You can tell her quietly, that's alright sweetheart," Shelby said and Rachel nodded. She leaned forward and spoke softly, telling her, that her name was Rachel and that everyone called her Rae-rae.
"My name Corey, case you forgotted," she told her.
"Thank you," Rachel said and she leaned into Shelby's side for a moment and the other girls made a protective circle, watching happily as Rachel and Courtney seemed to have an entire conversation about their lives, and how things were for them now, but in very small sentences, consisting of no more than five words at a time. "Kelly?" Rachel asked pointing to Mackenzie.
"No, no, Kenzie," Courtney corrected politely and Rachel nodded.
"Sorry," she said and then she pointed to her own mouth. "Why?" she asked kindly and Courtney smiled.
"Juss cuz," she said. "I has one for bed time. Kenzie has hers aww da time," she told her.
"Scared?" Rachel asked kindly and Courtney simply nodded and Shelby let them have their moment, because it was needed. When conversation started to get a little heavier though, she chose that moment to redirect conversation.
"Excuse me, I have a question," Shelby said politely, even raising her hand and Courtney giggled softly. Even Brittany cracked a smile and had to restrain herself from laughing at how innocent and young she sounded, even though she was a top member of their community. "What are you and Daddy and Kenzie doing at the mall today?" she asked.
"Me an' Kenz buyed Mama a p'esent," she said.
"Oooh, can I know what it is?" Shelby asked.
"Um, no is a p'ize," she said. Mark rolled his eyes and smiled at Will, who nodded in understanding that Mark wanted to correct her.
"Corey, look at me baby," Mark said kindly. "Surprise baby, surprise for Mama," he said.
"Sah-p'ize," Courtney tried and Mark nodded. His girls acted and spoke like toddlers, the fact that she was even talking at all, was good enough for him. They corrected speech as much as they could, but they didn't press too much.
"Well alright, I won't tell your Mama, but if you don't want to tell me you don't have to," Shelby smiled at her.
"I tell Rae-rae?" she asked and Shelby nodded, helping Rachel to lean in close. "Is feets," she said. "One my foot color, one Kenz, on a neck-sis. We her babies," Courtney said.
"I won't tell," Rachel promised.
"Daddy!" Courtney yelled suddenly figuring something out that might help Rachel not be so scared. However, she wasn't polite or calm about any of it. She simply yelled his name, to get his attention, when he was only standing right behind her and in the middle of a conversation.
"Young lady, that is not how you grab my attention, you know much better," Mark scolded and she pouted heavily. "Wait until we are in the car, we can talk then," he told her and after a few more minutes, they all said goodbye and Mark took his girls to the car, while Shelby and Will took their four girls into the mall.