DID I MISJUDGE MY MOTHER-IN-LAW?

As I begin this story, I had been married about ten years before life as I knew it took an unexpected downward spiral. In six months, my life went from really good, to a devastating low.

First, my parents, Beth and George Beaufort, were on a two week trip into the mountains of Colorado to celebrate their thirtieth wedding anniversary. I was thirty-two and had become a very successful chemist. I wasn't rich, but my beautiful wife, Maureen Cassidy James, and I were very comfortable. I would forever call her Cassie, which was my unique name for my gorgeous wife.

On that fateful Friday afternoon, I received a call on my cell phone from a Colorado State Trooper requesting to speak to Mr. Mack Beaufort. It was the call no parent ever wanted to receive about their children, much less a child about his parents. But I was no child, and yet when she told me that she was Trooper Johnson and that I should sit down because she had some bad news for me. I was instantly in shock, and then on hearing her tell me that my parents were dead following a sideswipe accident with an eighteen-wheeler that caused them to go through a side guardrail and over a cliff, I fell to my knees crying. She told me, "Mr. Beaufort, I know that it is not much consolation, but we believe that they died instantly once the car reached the rocks below. Mr. Beaufort, your parent's bodies have been taken to the Pueblo, CO city morgue, because in accidental deaths, an autopsy has to be performed. Is there someone I can call for you, Mr. Beaufort?"

Somehow I managed to croak out that I was okay, and I had family and friends to help me. I thanked her for her call and said that I would drive to Pueblo in a day or two. She told me that I would be hearing from the medical examiner's office, and to wait until then to drive two and a half hours to Pueblo.

Somehow I drove home, and with my face covered in tears, I walked in to see Cassie. She said, "What is it, darling? What has happened?"

I replied as tears continued to roll down my cheeks, "Their dead Cassie, my parents are both dead. There was a terrible car/truck accident, and they were forced over a cliff and died when they landed below onto the rocks." Then I was wailing like a baby in tremendous pain. Perhaps I loved them so very much that their loss was almost more than I can take.

Thank God for Cassie, she held me for hours until she convinced me to allow her to call our doctor. He was a friend and neighbor. Dr. Hal Barton came over immediately. He told me how sorry he was for our loss, and suggested a sedative right away, and a sleeping pill for later that night. He said that I should lay down and rest to prepare for the rough days ahead. I stayed in bed the next day, and Dr. Hal returned to give me another sedative injection at lunchtime.

Hal was there for us through the ordeal, whenever he was needed. We lived and worked in Boulder, a smaller town just north of Denver. Therefore, we would have to make the same drive as my parents had driven the day they died. I broke down again before the sedative took control, and I passed out on the bed.

I awoke on Sunday morning to my cell phone ringing. This time it was the medical examiner from Pueblo calling, "Mr. Beaufort, Mack Beaufort?"

I answered, "Yes, this is Mack Beaufort."

He continued, "Mr. Beaufort, I am Dr. Thompson, the ME in Pueblo. I am calling regarding the death of your parents. I will be finished with their autopsies tomorrow morning, and I will need someone to make a positive identification before I can release them to a mortuary. Can I assume that you will want them transferred to their home town of Boulder?"

"Yes, that is correct, Dr. Thompson. My wife and I will make arrangements with our local mortuary to have their bodies picked up, and we will drive to Pueblo on Monday."

"Mr. Beaufort, that will be perfect. Let's make an appointment for 2 PM if that works for you, and I will also speak to the state trooper post to see if they have completed their investigation. I suggest that you spend the night in Pueblo so that you have enough time to learn everything you can about your parent's accident and the results of all investigations. Mr. Beaufort, I didn't say this, but if you haven't sought out legal representation, I would advise you to do so. They will advise you on what you should do and the questions to ask. That's all I can say, and I shouldn't have even said that much. Be safe, Mr. Beaufort, and we will see you on Monday."

"Yes, thank you, doctor, and thank you for your advice."

Chapter 2

My father was a full partner in one of the largest firms in Denver. I notified a good friend of our family at the firm of his death. It was Sunday morning, so I called him at home. Jack Horner and my father had gone to law school together and then went to work for the same law firm right after graduation. He was shocked to hear what had happened to dad and mom, but he told me to hang tight, and he would call me that afternoon to discuss what I should do in Pueblo.

As I arrived downstairs, I could smell the freshly made coffee and heard voices. I was glad that I showered and dressed before coming down. There in the kitchen was a vile woman, perhaps the most loathsome woman in the world. It was Jan or Janet Walker, my mother-in-law. How did my wonderful wife come out of the womb of this horrid woman? This fact, I would never understand, even if I lived to be a hundred years old.

Walking into the kitchen, I kissed my lovely wife and said, "Good morning, ladies."

"Good morning? Good Morning, Mack how can you possibly say good morning only two days after your parents died? Are you crazy or just mad out of grief?" Said my mother-in-law, Jan, the bitch.

"Yes, mother dearest, I can always depend on you to find something evil to say under any circumstance. It's no wonder your husband ran off with his secretary leaving you nothing but a house and mortgage. For your information, I have been drugged for a day and a half, and I wanted to be better today. However, as usual, you have sucked out what little happiness I may have had when I woke up this morning. Do you hate me that much?"

I grabbed a cup of coffee and went outside to the deck to sit in the morning sun.

Cassie joined me on the deck a few minutes later. "Darling, I am so sorry that she said those horrid things to you. Since dad ran off, her mean streak had gotten much worse. I told her to go home and try to regain control of her tongue before the funeral, and not to show herself to us again until then. She makes me so mad, sometimes I wonder how she could be my mother. Thank God, I got my dad's personality."

I thought for a minute before saying, "Yes, my darling Cassie, I give thanks every day for that fact. I do have to admit that you got your gorgeous looks and figure from your very horrid mother. Other than that, though, you have absolutely nothing in common with that woman. If I never had to see or hear her again, I would be a happy man."

It amazed me that these two beautiful women could be so very different. They both were five-feet-ten inches tall; both had thick honey-blond hair and dark blue eyes. They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. I often thought that if my mother-in-law wasn't so despicable, I might have loved her nearly as much as my darling Cassie. Unfortunately, as soon as I asked for Cassie's hand in marriage, Janet started treating me with malice. I wanted to marry her daughter, now kill her. I couldn't understand such deep-seated hate.

An hour later, dad's partner called and informed me that one of his attorneys would meet me at the coroner's office and also accompany me to meet with the trooper's to follow up on the investigation. He said, "Please let us handle this for you from this moment forward. I promise you that your family will be our only concern. I personally will keep you informed every step of the way. Mack, I am so sorry for your loss and for all of our loss. Your father and mother were my dearest friends for over three decades, and I will do everything in my power to find out who caused this tragedy. My wife and I and most of the firm will be at the funeral. Until then, if you need anything, please contact me immediately."

I felt better about going to see the coroner and investigators, knowing that someone with more expertise would accompany Cassie and me.

After identifying my parent's bodies, I went back into a fog. Truthfully, the next two weeks were a huge blur to me, and but for my wonderful wife, Cassie, I surely would have died from the stress and sadness of that period of my life. I hoped that nothing so horrible would ever occur to me again.

Chapter 3

The truck driver had been driving for twelve straight hours and was on uppers to stay awake. Also, the trucking company had numerous safety violations. Over the next few months, they settled for four million dollars, and the lawyers took nothing for their work. Not only that, but it seems that my father's share of the partnership was worth three million dollars. Suddenly, Cassie and I were very wealthy. We sold our house and moved into my parent's home. My parents bequeathed it to me as their only child and sole beneficiary of their estate.

That bitch of a mother-in-law Jan came to visit us after we moved to their beautiful home. She wasn't there for three hours before she suggested that we didn't earn or deserve this kind of wealth. She said, "You should share part of this newfound wealth with me since my husband left me with little or nothing."

I replied, "I tell you what, Janet, when you learn to keep that mouth of yours closed and become our slave, then I may allow you to have an allowance. Until then, there will be nothing for you."

Cassie was bothered by what I said, saying, "Mack, you can't mean that. Even I will admit that my mother is a disturbed bitch, but to suggest she become our slave is ridiculous. Please don't say that in front of me ever again."

I said, "Yes, dear, of course, you are right. Just keep your mother away from me. The only thing I owe her for is you, my dear. Thank goodness that your father and that worthless bitch mother of yours, brought my wonderful wife Cassie into the world so that someday we could meet and marry."

Two months later, the bottomless spiral of my life continued, and my world, as I knew it, changed forever. My world became fully overcome with grief, deep depression, and ultimately, a mission fueled by hatred for one woman that became all-encompassing. Retribution and retaliation would be my life's work, if necessary.

Cassie was a registered nurse and a damned good one. I tried to convince her to quit that job and stay at home to begin having our children. She loved bedside nursing and just couldn't give it up. We only lived about twenty miles from the hospital, but I often worried about Cassie working a twelve-hour shift and then driving home. The job was so intense that twice I found her asleep in her car in our garage. Those two episodes scared me so much that I begged her to quit and not return to the hospital. Her love for her work only surpassed her love for me.

I especially worried about days like today, when the snow was flying, and temperatures were barely out of the teens. She usually left the hospital at seven-thirty in the morning or at least by eight. That morning at eight-thirty, she still wasn't home, and I did begin to worry. I called her unit manager, and she told me that Cassie clocked out at seven-forty-five, and she had seen her taking the elevator to the parking deck. I called her cell phone six times with no answer. I became scared shitless. I even call her mother, and she said that she hadn't spoken to Cassie in a month, so I hung up.

Perhaps my thoughts were an omen of some sort because no sooner had the feeling of something evil happening to her entered my mind, my cell phone rang. It was the local police department on the phone. They were calling to inform me that my beloved Cassie died in a single-car accident. Her car slipped on black ice and went over the edge of the road, crashing into a large tree off the highway's shoulder. My beloved Cassie was dead, and from that moment on, I began to die from the inside out.

She was buried three days later in the family plot. At the funeral, her mother stood up, pointed her finger at me, and yelled, "You killed my daughter, you made her work despite your wealth, and then she drove into that tree. I hope you rot in hell, Mack, you sorry bastard." Some friends escorted her out of the church and only allowed her to see the burial from afar. I didn't see Jan again until three months after the funeral.

I became a hermit in my home. I sold my company for an unbelievable amount of money, locked myself in my house to mourn, and hate, starting with Jan, my mother-in-law, the bitch.

Chapter 4

After the first month, my senses started coming back to me, and the pain of losing Cassie was becoming easier to manage. I started seeing a grief counselor, and I was on my way back from a deep depression caused by Cassie's loss.

That pain, I realized, was now being replaced by my intense hatred for her mother, Jan or Janet, her real name. I used the internet and a private investigator to examine her life thoroughly.

I discovered that she was a full-fledged whore. The frequented numerous bars and clubs in a fifty-mile radius and went to bed with a different man an average of three times a week. I used my wife's key to her mother's home one night. I staked it out from a block away and saw her leave home dressed in a short tight dress. I knew she would be out for hours, perhaps all night, as was her habit of late. I installed small cameras in her bedroom, bathroom, family room, kitchen, and blue toothed them to the Wifi system in her home. She would never know that they were there. I linked into her wifi system remotely, enabling it to send the camera videos via the internet to my personal computer.

What I saw over the next month shocked even me. Man after man came to her house and enjoyed every part of her body, and then gave her money when she begged for financial help. I believed that she was making more than two thousand a month. The one smart thing that I observed what she made every man wear a condom. If she did that every time she had sex, at least she should be disease-free.

Along with being considered by my peers to be a brilliant scientist and chemist, I studied computer science while working on my master's in chemistry. I didn't need two degrees, but I enjoyed computer science a lot. Therefore I was able to hack into her phone and computer with little effort. I then discovered a file containing her password list, which like the bimbo she was, was hidden in plain sight on her laptop. I found all of her bills and account numbers, and then I found her mortgage information and knew exactly how much she owed on her mortgage. This woman was in an enormous amount of debt compared to the money she brought in from her whoring. That was the moment I started formulating my plan for my revenge.

Even though I hated Jan, I couldn't deny that she was still a beautiful woman, even at forty-eight years old. She was the second most beautiful woman I knew, I didn't realize just how true that was until I kept seeing her totally nude on the videos. Her body was totally shaved from her shoulders down. On the camera in the bedroom, I was able to zoom in on her shaved pussy for a closeup view. That's when I noticed how closely it resembled that of her daughter. It was a lovely sight, notably when she laid on her bed to masturbate with her fingers and toys. When she had an orgasm, it was a wild sight to behold. This was a wild insatiable, sex loving woman. I thought that information alone might work to my advantage.

I had plans for Janet, if I couldn't have my dear Cassie, I would have the next best thing. I continued formulating ideas, and I worked many long days to develop the perfect plan.

My first move was to find a remote cabin that could be converted quickly to suit my needs before the coming winter. It took hours on the internet before I found what I was looking for in the remote mountains of Northern Colorado. It was a two-story log cabin sat on an eight-inch thick reinforced concrete walled basement with a three-car garage with a workshop. Including the finished basement after my additions and modifications, the cabin totaled 30,000 square feet. It was an immense home by any standards, but it is humungous to be off the grid and self-sustaining. It even had a large safe room off of the master bedroom. Best of all, it sat in the middle of two hundred and fifty acres of land that backed up to a mountain on one side and the national forest of the other. That meant that any expectation of future neighbors was highly unlikely.

I bought the cabin paying cash using a shell company to actually purchase the cabin, so it could never be traced back to me. I did this just in case things went terribly wrong.

That same shell company paid all the bills to modify the cabin to be entirely off the grid. By adding an industrial-grade natural gas generator big enough to power a small hospital, to provide power, a bank of solar panel grids. I set up everything to be able to live through the coming winter off the grid. My most significant expense was having a natural gas line run five miles to my cabin. Unfortunately, there was no way to tap into electricity. Still, I did have underground wiring installed with the gas line while the trenching was being done to be ready when power was available.

The cabin was located in the general area of Grand Lake, Colorado (Grand County on Green Mountain), which received an average snowfall of 129 inches per year. I knew that if it was a big snow year, I could get snowed in for months. So I prepared in every way I could think of to make sure that we could live through a bad winter. I even went so far as to establish an account with a supplier of nearly everything I might need or run out of during a bad winter. I also created a line of credit through my shell corporation with flight service to have a chopper fly in supplies if needed. They would be dropped in a clearing near, but not too near my cabin. They had a GPS location, and I had a satellite phone that would work no matter what type of reception I had on my cell phone.

The cabin had so many amenities that it would be had to name all of them. However, I knew that food would be the most important. I added a walk-in pantry on the lower level for bulk storage, and two large electric freezers that ran off of the gas-fueled generator dedicated to that level of the house. It ran year around.

In the kitchen area was another walk-in pantry, all appliances were commercial grade and size. The cabin was a fortress, it had every modern-day amenity and a computer system that was protected in every possible way. All significant electronics were located in a Faraday cage system built into the walls for protection from EMP attacks.

Chapter 5

Finally, all of the planning and preparations were finished. I called Jan, and we had a pleasant conversation despite the circumstances of our last meeting at the funeral. It went something like this, "Hello Jan, it's your son-in-law Mack, wait, please don't hang up on me until you hear me out first, please."She said, "Alright, Mack, you little prick, what's on your mind?"

"Janet, please let me begin by asking you to forgive the way that I treated you during all of the years we have known each other. I have had six months since Cassie's death to think things through. Jan, I nearly killed myself during that time due to acute depression. I got help and discovered what a bastard I had been during my sorry life, and that now I am left alone in this world with no one that matters to me. So I decided that I wanted to make it up to you in some way so that someday I can forgive myself for my behavior."

"Don't call me Janet. I hate that name, call me Jan. Now tell me what you plan to do to make it up to me?"

I replied, "Please take your car to Cars USA, they will be expecting you, just call me when you leave home. They will buy your car and give you a check to deposit in your bank. Then I want you to take a taxi to my house, and I will take you to buy a new BMW. The model that I know you always wanted, you just need to pick out the color you want. Also, I want you to bring your checkbook and every bill that you have. I am going to pay off all of your debts, including the mortgage on your home. Oh, and Jan, please wear one of those beautiful sundresses that you used to wear. I know that you will look gorgeous in one of those."

"Mack, I'm stunned. I almost don't know what to say. That is the sweetest, most generous thing I have ever heard of in my life. Mack, I know that I have been horribly mean and nasty to you. In fact, I probably have more to be sorry for, than you. Mack, I have to ask, what you get out of the deal?"

My bullshit alarm was going off in my head. It sounded too much like she was saying what she thought I would want to hear.

I was quiet for a few minutes before saying, "Jan, what I hope to get out of it is your friendship. I still miss Cassie. You look so much like my Cassie that just being near you would help me survive. So Jan, let's put all of that behind us and make a new start. In fact, I have a wonderful idea. I have a new cabin in the mountains, and I would love to show it to you. I am even thinking of moving there permanently. Why don't you pack a suitcase for a week and drive up with me? You, of course, will have the guest suite all to yourself. We can use the time to get reacquainted. I really don't think that we know each other as well as we should. You are as beautiful as Cassie, and seeing you will be good for me, and I am confident that a week in the mountains will also be good for you."

She acknowledged with a giggle, "Oh yes, yes, that sounds like a splendid idea."

I said, "I get a phone signal there, so you can notify anyone you need to when we arrive at the cabin in about two hours."

"Okay, then I will pack and leave in the next thirty minutes. I will call you to let you know that I am leaving home, and then I will let you know when I leave the bank for your home. Mack, thank you, dear man. I am so sorry for my past treatment of you."

We hung up, and I finished loading my new sizeable four-wheel-drive SUV. I had already moved everything of any importance to me from the house to the cabin. I got into the truck and headed toward Jan's house so that I could quickly enter once she drove off. I needed to get into her home to remove all the cameras, recording devices, and transmitters. I grabbed her laptop computer, and everything I thought might be of any value to Jan so that it could go with us to the cabin. I even grabbed all of her cold-weather clothing and put it into a large duffel bag and put it in my truck. I then headed home to wait for Jan to arrive by taxi.

At a little past one in the afternoon, I received a call from Jan, and then thirty minutes later, I saw her arrive. I met her outside and carried her two suitcases to the SUV. Then I opened the passenger door and helped her into the vehicle. She reached over to kiss me on the cheek, but I caught her chin, and our lips met in a soft, quick kiss.

She actually blushed and said, "Mack, that was a rather nice surprise, you naughty boy."

I smiled from ear to ear and said, "Oh my dear, I have many surprises for you this week. I hope that you are ready for a very adventurous bit of time together."

"Oh, yes, dear boy. I am totally ready for whatever you have in mind. You will find that I am not exactly the woman you think I am."

I just smiled and winked at her before saying, "This should be damned entertaining."

Chapter 6

When we were about an hour away from the cabin, I decided to test her submissiveness. While viewing her videos, I noticed that she was quite responsive to some of the men she had sex with, especially the dominant ones. She reacted positively when they ordered her to do things, and she responded just as they instructed.

Then I said, "Jan, are you wearing anything under that beautiful dress?"

"Mack, I told you earlier today that you were a naughty boy. However, I like naughty boys, so I'll play along for now. Yes, I am wearing a lavender thong and shelf bra set."

I replied, smiling, "Ooh, that sounds so sexy. Jan, take them off right now and show them to me. In fact, I want you to put the panties in my hand. Jan, do it right now."

"Umm! Mack, I don't know if that is a wise thing to do with my son-in-law? Especially while he's driving."

"Jan, first of all, your daughter and my wonderful wife passed away six months ago so, technically, you are no longer my in-law. At best, I believe we are just friends. Secondly, I didn't ask to take them off, I told you to take them off. Are you going to obey?"

"Yes, sir! I will do as you say. Actually, I like a man that knows what he wants and can take control."

"Well, you have come to the right man. Your daughter did anything I wanted." That was precisely the truth because she never had to be ordered to please me, she just knew what to do at just the right moment.

I watched Jan with occasional side glances as she untied the sundress and dropped the bodice down past her bare breasts that were supported by a strapless shelf bra. Her nipples looked hard as diamonds and pointed straight out. When she removed the bra, I didn't see any sag. She folded it and placed it on the console. We were on a two-lane highway, and except for the occasional passing lane, it was unlikely that anyone would see her. She started to grab the top of the dress and put it back over her breasts when I said, "No, Jan, leave it down. They are much too beautiful to cover up."

She stumbled for words and said, "But sir, what if a truck driver or passing motorist sees my tits?"

I laughed, saying, "Well, won't that be their good fortune, sweetheart? I will warn you whenever I see a small town coming so you can cover yourself. Otherwise, they stay uncovered so I can see them and play with your nipples."

"Yes, Mack, thank you."

Then she pulled at the hem of her skirt, that while sitting reached about to her mid-thigh. Doing so revealed the small patch of lavender material that barely covered the lips of her pussy. She slipped them down to her 4" heels and over them to take them entirely off. Then she quickly followed my instructions and handed them to me.

I bunched them up and placed them under my nose. Taking a deep breath, I could smell Janet's excitement at being controlled. I knew they would be wet, but I was a little surprised to find them drenched in her juices.

I said, "Jan, you smell wonderful, and you taste even better. So sweet, totally unlike the woman I have known for so many years. Now, pull up your skirt so I can see and touch your pussy."

To my surprise, she immediately turned her knees toward my direction, putting her left calf and foot on the console, thus spreading her legs, and then pulling her skirt up above her waist. She was basically naked in front of me, and with her legs spread eagle, I could see her swollen labia and her inner pink rose petals covered in white dew. I took two fingers and squeezed her outer lips and came away with white cream covered fingers, which I slid into my mouth with a loud slurping sound.

"Jan, you could bottle that cream and sell it. I swear that it would fly off the shelves. You must drive men crazy with that stuff."

"Oh, Mack, what other guys. I wouldn't know what to do with a strange man. It's just been too long, I guess."

That was the first open lie I had caught her in, and it infuriated me, but then I liked her submissive side, and she would soon know that I knew the whole truth about her activities. I knew that she was putting on a show for me solely because I promised to pay her debts. I also knew that she rationalized her high dollar prostitution as a survival mechanism. She just didn't have another talent to utilize to sustain her quality of life.

We were less than twenty minutes from the turnoff to the cabin, and it was a grueling twenty-minute drive that would require my complete attention and both hands on the wheel to accomplish. So for the next twenty minutes, I slipped two and sometimes three fingers into Janet's pussy, and felt for her and quickly rubbed my fingers on her G spot. I soon had her bouncing in her seat. I handed her a towel from the back seat to put under her ass to protect her dress and my new leather seats. In twenty minutes, I counted six, intense orgasms that were nearly continuous. When I had to stop to make our turn, she was a wet, stressed-out wreck.

I said, "Jan, put your self back together and sit up straight. The next ten miles will be bumpy at times, and I don't want you to get hurt. Hang on, baby."

Once we turned off the highway and started up the mountain, I believe that Jan began to realize just how remote we would be for what she thought would be only a week. She was in for a massive surprise in the next few hours. Some snow was on the ground, and the further up the mountain we went, the deeper it got. I had to go into four-wheel drive once we turned off the paved road onto a gravel road that would take up the last four miles through a heavily wooded forest to the cabin.

As we arrived, I opened the garage door and pulled into the first doorway, lowering the powered rolling door after we were entirely into the garage. I had a controller in the car that allowed me to unlock some doors while locking others. The lights came on in the house and garage. Thanks to the power stored from the solar panels and the gas-powered generator, everything had power. Once we were in the garage, I came around and helped Jan out of the SUV. She gave me a lovely view of her pretty coochie.

In preparation for having to deal with a potentially out of control woman, I did my research as a chemist on the best injectable sedatives and even the most effective sleeping pills. I had some things that I wanted to do to her and thought, before bringing her here, that they might be more manageable if she were asleep for a couple of days. I had supplies of Midazolam injectable sedative, and Zolpidem (sleeping pills) in case they were needed.

Chapter 7

I only showed Jan the house's main level since I felt it was too early to allow her to become too familiar with the cabin until I knew I could trust her. I had a syringe in my pocket with a sedative that would be strong enough to knock her out if it suddenly became necessary.

After a brief tour, I fed both of us a light supper of salad and baked chicken breast. We even had ice cream for dessert. Then after we cleaned up the kitchen, I lead Jan to the guest room. Right away, she noticed the steel rails on both ends of the bed. When she asked about them, I simply said that everything would be made clear soon.

I led her to the walk-in closet and pulled out a hanger. I said, "Jan, take off your dress and hang it up on this hanger and then remove your heels and put them on one of the shelves."

I then waited for her on the bed. When she came out of the closet, I patted the bed next to me, and she sat down. Then I went back to inspect the closet. I found her heels on the floor under her dress.

Returning to the bed next to Jan, I asked, "Jan, did you follow my instructions to the letter."

"Yes, sir, I hung up my dress and took off my heels." I saw the confused look in her eyes until a light came on, and she knew what she did wrong. It was then that I saw her eyes start moistening up.

"Where did I tell you to put your heels, Jan?"

"Oh, hell. I am sorry, sir, you said to put them on the shelf. I promise to learn from that mistake."

"Yes, Jan, I am sure you will. Now stand up and remove my clothes, fold them, and place them neatly on the chair."

She removed my shirt after slowly unbuttoning my shirt. She folded it and laid it on the seat of the chair. Then she removed the undershirt that I often wore in colder weather. She folded it and placed it on the chair. She removed my shoes and socks, putting the pair of socks on the chair.

"Sir, where would you like me to put your shoes?"

"Jan, thank you for asking, please place them on the floor in front of the chair."

"Yes, sir."

She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned, and unzipped my pants, sliding them to my ankles and then off. She folded them and placed them on the bottom of the pile of already folded clothing. Finally, she pushed my boxers down to my ankles and off my feet. She folded them and put them on top. Then she knelt down on the floor in front of me, sat back on her heels, and spread her legs. Her hands rested on her thighs, and her eyes were looking down on the floor.

I said, "Janet is your new name, and you will love it because I love it. Is that clear?"

She never moved or looked up, saying, "Yes, sir, I will learn to love my new name."

"Who trained you? I caught you in a lie this afternoon. So don't even think about lying to me or your punishment for not placing your shoes correctly, and lying to me will be unforgettable. I warn you that you better not lie to me ever again."

"My father started my training as a young teen. He and my brothers raped me long before I reached puberty, then my wonderful father started training me after my mom ran off with another man. She was his slave before me. When I could take the abuse no more, I stole money from his wallet, boarded a bus, and never returned to my hometown. Then I married and got pregnant. Actually, it was the other way around. I didn't know him very well, and he turned out to be a brutal Dom. He told me that he recognized me as a submissive the same day he met me. That bastard was a mean demanding Dom who violently beat me daily, often using a cane, a crop, or his belt. When he ran off with one of his young girlfriends that he met at a slave club, it was the best day of my life. It was also the worst day of my life because I no longer had someone to guide me, protect me, and once in a while, even love me. I know that you must have caught me lying when I told you I hadn't been with a man for a long time. The truth is that I have been with so many men that I can't tell you how many. Worst of all, sir, these men paid me for my services. That makes me a prostitute and whore."

"My sweet, you just saved yourself from a severe beating from me. Since you decided to be truthful, I will spank you with my hand and only ten times on each ass cheek. Now come lay across my lap."

She did as instructed. I caressed her ass cheeks and slipped my hand and fingers down her butt crack and then into her pussy, which was a swamp. Apparently, our discussions had made her very excited.

I slapped her ass firmly, but not in an abusive way. The last two were the hardest. Then I caressed her ass again and felt her pussy, which was even wetter if possible. That's when I realized that she enjoyed some degree of pain. The degree of pain she could endure would have to be determined. I bent over and kissed both ass cheeks with very wet kisses causing her to coo and giggle. Janet looked at me broadly, smiling.

"Janet, fold the covers down so we can sit on the bed and go over some business, some rules, some facts that you may or may not like." Once again, she did exactly as she was told. She sat very close to me so that our hips touched. I had carried a briefcase with me, which I picked up from the floor. After sitting again, I took out a folder.

"Janet, I have some papers for you to sign. You are to sign them and trust me to use them for your benefit, and not to cheat you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir, of course. And sir, I do trust you. Yesterday, you were just one more man that I hated, when I tell you the whole story about my childhood and about my ex-husband, I think you will understand why I hated all men. Please try to understand. I know that I was hateful to you, and yet you are so nice to me. Sir, I am not used to men being nice to me unless they want something from me, and then they leave me."

"Janet, before you exclude me from the rest of the male assholes, let me tell you the rest of the story. Janet baby, you are not here for a week, as I told you this morning. You are here long enough for me to decide if I want to keep you. Once the snow starts falling here in earnest, that may well be four or five months. You see, from this day forward, you will cease to exist. No one on earth will be able to find Janet or Jan Walker. No, I am not going to kill you. However, I do own you. At weeks end, your house and all your belongings, that I did not salvage from your home, will be sold. The money will go into your bank account, just like the money from your car. That money will then be removed by wire transfer through a shell company that I own, and deposited in a special account that is untraceable. Then the money will be sent to an offshore numbered account that you and I will have access to. I have already placed $50,000 from Cassie's life insurance to that account. You should end up with about a quarter of a million dollars. However, for the next four to six months, you will be here, and you will have nothing to spend it on."

I thought about my next comments for a moment, and then I continued, "Also Janet, you should know, I sold my business. I am now a billionaire. You will want for nothing while you are with me. If you fall into line, obey my every command, and provide me the sexual satisfaction that I demand, you will travel the world with me. You will have a beautiful wardrobe, including the sexiest lingerie and luxury clothing that money can buy. However, when indoors in private with me, you will be nude from head to toe. If you are doing laundry and I walk in and want to fuck you, you will stop everything and fuck me. I may want to fuck you anywhere and any time of day or night, and you WILL COMPLY. Do you understand that?"

She replied immediately, "Oh, yes, sir. You will be impressed with my obedience and loyalty. For the love and care of a ruggedly handsome man like you, I would wear a dog collar, stay naked for the rest of my life, and welcome your cock ten times a day wherever you wish to place that monster. Please test me and make me prove myself, sir. Oh, and sir, this is important. Because I had sex with many men, although always with a condom, I had a full STD testing done two weeks ago as a regular quarterly habit. Sir, it was clean, sir. I am clean and healthy."

"Thank you for telling me that. That is great news. Janet, I had planned to drug you for five or six days. Then tie you up and beat you until I got your attention, hoping that I could train you and make you mine by the spring if things went well. Now, I am optimistic that you may already be fully trained. I also think that you want me as much as I now want you. Now, get on your knees and show me how a trained woman sucks cock. I will never call you a whore or prostitute because I don't use the services of whores or prostitutes. However, I will expect a certain degree of expertise that only a well-experienced woman can provide."I had one more important item to address, so I continued, "Oh, and Janet, I know that you are older than me and that you had your daughter at fifteen. I don't want any comments or discussions about our age difference after this. You are the most beautiful forty-something-year-old woman that I have ever met. You look more like your daughter's sister than her mother.

You know how much I loved your daughter. Besides, if you ever worry about your looks, I can afford the best plastic surgeons in the nation. I assure you that they can take at least ten to fifteen years off of your appearance. Finally, I was a bit older than Cassie, and you are actually ten years, three months, and four days older than me. I never want to think about this again, is that clear."

"Oh, master, my life has been cursed since I was eleven years old. What have I done to deserve someone like you at this point in my life?"

"Baby, six hours ago, I had planned to torture you for weeks if necessary, maybe even months, to make you my personal obedient slave and servant. Now, I think that you will be mine by mutual consent. I believe that our new lives together will be much better from now on. Can you agree with these facts?"

"Yes, master. If you want to have a contract, I will sign it, if you just want me with no strings, that too will be very acceptable to me."

"Janet, as long as you are totally obedient to me, I want you to call me Mack or sir when we are alone. When we are in public, you will call me Mack or other words of endearment. Janet, I will never share you with another man. If we find the proper sister slave to serve us, I may want you to have sex with her. Have you ever had sex with another woman?"

"Yes, Mack, but it has been a long time. After being raped by men for many years, I yearned for a change. Therefore, a night with another young woman seemed like such a relief to me. They were much easier to share secrets with. I have never been with a man who could lick and suck a woman's pussy like another woman."

I said, "I got sidetracked, so now come suck my cock. Then get me hard again so that my cock will be ready to give you the best sex of your life." She went to her knees, gently took my rock hard cock into her hand, and slowly started passing it over my cock head to gather the slick precum that had collected on the surface of the helmet. Janet spread my slickness to the surface of my cock. She combined it with her saliva to make sliding her hand up and down my dick easier. I was on the edge of popping as this beautiful woman looked into my eyes with those dazzling blue eyes.

I pulled out of her mouth and bent down to kiss those wet lips with passion. A passion I had only felt with only one other woman in my life. Once I calmed down a bit, I stood back up and let her resume her efforts to extract my first load of cum with her mouth. I hoped with every molecule in my body that she wasn't playing me like a cheap fiddle. I really wanted this to be real because I wanted her to be my new Cassie. I knew in my heart that she was the only woman that could even come close to filling that dead empty space in my heart. A few minutes later, I gave her the courtesy of saying, "Janet, I am about to cum."

Janet redoubled her efforts and sucked with even more force. Then I shot at least six ropes of thick hot cum into her mouth and throat. She never missed a beat and swallowed every last drop.

Janet said, "Umm, that tasted so damned good, sir. I don't like the taste of most men's seamen. However, your's tastes so yummy. Please allow me to wake you every morning with a blowjob."

I said, "I am so happy you enjoyed it. I had planned to have you wake me every morning in just that way. They say great minds run alike. Sweetie, now I immediately want to fuck you because I can't wait another moment to fill that little coochie with my thick cock. Lie on your side. I will start with your leg in the air, starting off slow and easy. I believe that we may fuck all night long."

I continued, "I'm horny as hell, so I want you now. I had cameras all over your house, and I have been watching you fuck different men for months. Damn woman, you can fuck like perhaps no other women I've met. I thought Cassie was really something, but darling, you are even more amazing. I think we are going to have an interesting night."

Janet was indeed, a professional. I had no idea how long she had been prostituting herself, but I was sure I would find out. She had sucked many cocks. I could tell that some of those men had forced their cocks to the deepest part of her throat. That's where she took my seven and a quarter inch cock. While it is true that I certainly don't have a porn star cock what it lacks in length, it makes up for in width.

I was well aware of the number of men she had entertained in recent months. I watched the videos over and over, and I wanted to hate her even more than I did after Cassie died. Yet somehow, I started feeling sorry for this beautiful, intelligent woman who became so desperate that she was willing to sell her body to pay her bills.

Now, it was time to fuck her. For months I wanted to fuck her hard, to hurt her. I kept thinking that I would fuck her so hard and so long that she would bleed like a new split tail virgin. However, now that I knew her better and realized how far she had come from being raped at such a tender age as she was, there was no way I could hurt this gorgeous sweet woman. Lover, I want to share our first union in a way that will be memorable to both of us, today, tomorrow, and for years to come."

Her answer was to hug my neck, kiss my lips passionately, and rollover, pushing her ass to my cock. Feeling her pussy with two of my fingers, she was so wet that entry should be easy. Boy, was I mistaken? She must have been screwing a bunch of pencil dicks because once the helmet of my dick pushed into her pussy lips, I realized that her coochie was tight, and my wide cock would not easily slide into my new lover. After so many men, how could she be so tight? Yet, with patience and perseverance, I reached the bottom after moving in and out slowly for eight to ten times. At the bottom, I touched her pubic mound with mine. Then I continued to build up speed until we reached a moderately fast rhythm. I heard her breathing becoming ragged and much quicker, and then I felt her start an orgasm. I had found the right spot, causing her to experience a continuous stream of orgasmic vibrations. I knew that she would soon become too sensitive, so I changed positions and picked up speed. Then I felt my own orgasm coming hard.

"I am going to come very soon, baby." Said I.

Janet replied by yelling loudly, "In me, shoot it in my pussy baby, coat my pussy with your baby juice."

I held her to my chest. When we both came down from that glorious high, we both drifted off to sleep without even saying goodnight.

Chapter 8

The next morning I woke up first and looked down at Janet, my former bitchy mother-in-law, I realized she was not at all the horrible person I thought she had been for so long. In fact, she was now my submissive lover. After last night, I knew that we would be together for a long, long time. Then my next thought caused me to chuckle a little.

She looked into my eyes with her beautiful sparkling eyes and said, "Hey, mister, what's so funny?"

"Well, dear, it was the thought of you walking to the bathroom slightly bow-legged this morning."

"Okay, okay, I get it. You think that your man-sized dick is built like a horse's cock. Add to that the fact that you have a forever hard cock that you used as a weapon last night. Therefore you believe that you wore me out, don't you? Well, the truth is, I am sore as hell you little shit." Then she laughed out loud and threw her arms around my neck to kiss my lips. So lover, what did you have in mind for my abused pussy today?"

"Little shit? Is that how you talk to the man that now owns that little pussy of yours????"

She blushed with a smile on her face saying, "I am sorry, sir. Please don't punish me, kind sir. Although, I do like a bit of spanking occasionally." She said this in a little girl's voice as she placed little butterfly kisses all around my face.

I started kneading her ass in such firmly. She whispered into my ear. "Baby, that ass is yours anytime you want it. I wish that I could tell you that it was my last cherry, but like everything else on me, it has been well used. I am sorry, baby, but it is what I had to do to stay alive in the mean world in which I had to live."

I thought about what she was saying, and before I answered, I knew that my next statement might have an effect on her for the rest of our lives. "Come sit in my lap sweetheart, I want to have a serious conversation with you, and I don't want to say anything that might be misinterpreted. I told you that I have been watching you for months. Janet, it went way beyond voyeurism, I hired private investigators to research your history. Then I worked through the internet to see what I could discover about you. Here's what I know. Please let me know what I got right or wrong."

She said, "I am listening, sir."

"Janet, I think that the information that I was able to assemble paints a picture of a very sad little girl that grew up to become a sad woman. It is my opinion that the only happiness you have experienced in your life was Cassie, and I took her from you when I married her. I can only guess that a loss like that must have been devastating. I also assume that her death was as catastrophic to you as it was to me. Janet, I loved Cassie. I still love Cassie more than anything in the world, but I had no idea that you hated me so much because you saw it as my stealing her from you. For that, I am so very sorry."

I stopped for a minute to catch my breath before saying, "I know all about your finances and the fact that you were nearly bankrupt. That makes it easy to understand how desperate you had become. Janet, my love, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Many people are only one paycheck away from bankruptcy. I already paid off all of your bills, so you don't have to worry about your finances any longer. You will soon be worth a sizable amount of money as the money from your house and car are in your account. Finally, when the snow is gone and the roads passable, I will give you a choice to leave me and this mountain forever, if that is what you wish.

Furthermore, I will give you access to all of your money. As I said before, it should amount to over a quarter of a million dollars. You won't be wealthy, but you will have enough to start over."

I could see that she was furiously thinking about everything that I just told her, and she was seriously designing her reply.

"So Mack, let me see if I completely understand everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours. First of all, we both know that day before yesterday we hated each other. Then things began to change when you offered by your own free will to help me when I was at the end of my financial rope. Mack, one more month, and I would likely have been living on the street in my car working for some sleazy pimp."

She gazed around my bedroom for the first time, since we had spent our first night in the guest room. Janet backed up to the bed as she was speaking. I pushed her closer to the bed. I then eased her onto the bed. As if reading my mind, she spread her legs so I could see her moist pussy. I placed my hand between her thighs and inserted three of my fingers into her pussy. She watched me move my fingers rapidly in and out of her wide-open hole. I reached under her pubic mound until my fingers reached a rough area that I knew had to be a bundle of nerves, her 'G' spot. My nose began to detect the smell of her excitement. She began to give of sounds and movements of sheer pleasure. The smell reminded me that I had skipped tasting of her beautiful coochie the night before.

"Ohhhhh shit, Mack!! That feels so gooooood, please don't stop, faster, go faster." Janet began to shake uncontrollably and

then she screamed loudly, "Yesss, oooooh damn, I'm cummiinngg!!"

I kept on massaging her wet coochie to keep her climax going so that it continued to race through her body's core, making her palpitate again and again. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers.

Janet croaked out, "Mack, stop, please stop, I can't take any more. Oh, baby, please stop!!

She couldn't take anymore, and I pulled her into my chest so that she could calm down. Janet had tears running down her cheeks.

Once Janet returned to a regular breathing pattern, I carried her to the shower. We washed each other thoroughly. Some parts were rewashed several times. I thought that my cock would end up shiny. Then I remembered to wash Janet's hair. After adding cream rinse and using the handheld showerhead, I rinsed her hair thoroughly. We dried each other. I gently combed out her hair, as I had done so many times before for her daughter, Cassie. Using a hairdryer, I dried her hair. Once dried, I picked up a soft-bristled hairbrush and carried Janet back to my bed. She sat between my legs leaning against two pillows rested against my chest. Then I oh so gently brushed her hair until it shined brightly in the light.

I said, "Janet, brushing your hair gives me great pleasure, and I hope you are enjoying it. We will try to do this every day, my love."

"Oh, master, I have never enjoyed anything in my life, more than this. Thank you, sir, I will enjoy it every day. I am so lucky to have you in my life."

Chapter 9

Three weeks later, we were settled in our routine. We played together, we cooked, we hunted together, we did everything together. One day at the end of the second week, I told Janet that I loved her. Those three little words had the most significant effect on our relationship. We both promised ourselves to each other as husband and wife. Sure one day, we would do it officially. I had Cassie's rings, and it was Janet's idea that she wear them in memory of Cassie. I loved her so very much for that.

It was about five weeks after my beautiful blond, blue-eyed, former mother-in-law, Janet, arrived at my cabin, and I suggested a hike for exercise. It was an extraordinary November Saturday in northern Colorado, where we usually get over a hundred inches of snow a year. Today it not only wasn't snowing, but it was also nearly forty-five degrees. There were four to six inches of snow on the ground, yet in some areas, you could see the grass. I had ordered her some winter clothing and had it dropped in by helicopter earlier in the week. She had everything from insulated long underwear to a heavy coat and very comfortable boots.

When she came out of her closet in our bedroom, she looked like an LL Bean® catalog model. A stunning one if I might say so myself. We packed a lunch, some protein bars and two canteens of freshwater. I only planned to walk up the mountain for a while and then follow a trail that would eventually circle back to the cabin. I wore a holstered 40 caliber automatic pistol worn across my chest under my coat. I also carried two extra clips, mostly for protection from wildlife. We were about two hours into our three and a half hour hike when we both thought we heard something.

Janet grabbed my arm, "Mack, did you hear that call for help? It almost sounded like a scream for help."

I returned, "Yes, baby, I heard it. Kneel down here for a minute. Let's catch our breath and listen to see if maybe it was an animal."

We waited for about ten minutes when we heard it again. It was definitely a woman's cry for help, and it couldn't have been more than a few hundred yards away. I helped Janet up and told her to stay behind me. Then we started walking in the direction of the lady's voice. It took about ten minutes to hone in on her, thanks to the noise she made crashing through the thick undergrowth.

Janet said, "Look, Mack, there she is with a red knit cap and dark hair."

We stopped, put our hands out, and told her we wouldn't hurt her and that we wanted to help her. It was a young lady about twenty-four to twenty-six. We managed to stop her, and she crumbled in my arms.

She was in horrible shape, covered in bruises and cuts. She was bleeding from scratches that she obviously received while running through the woods.

I said, "It's okay young lady, we've got you, and we are going to help you."

"Nooooo! You don't understand, he has been holding me, prisoner, for three weeks. He will kill all of us if he catches up with me."

I placed a finger on her lips, shushing her to try to quiet her down. "Okay, honey, I will protect you, I promise. We need some information, and then we need to listen to the woods to see if this man is anywhere near. What is your name, honey? This is my girlfriend Janet, and I am Mack. We live only a short distance away."

She had stopped crying and was beginning to calm down. I unzipped a few inches on my coat just in case I needed to get to my pistol. She was finally able to speak somewhat calmly. "My name is Sally Jameson. I was on my way to Denver from Seattle when my car broke down on the main highway about an hour away. This horrible man, named Tony Ryan, offered me a ride to Denver. Once I got into his pickup truck, he grabbed me, tied me up with plastic zipper ties, and then laid me on the floor in his truck's back seat. He went off the road and onto what he said was an old logging road that ended up at an abandoned shack on the mountain. He tied me up with rope, beat me daily, and raped me over and over for the last three weeks. I finally escaped this morning.

As you can see, I only managed to grab this dress and his coat as I snuck out of the cabin and ran. That was about an hour ago. I'm so happy to see you, I really didn't think I would make it much farther."

I handed Sally some food and a canteen of water. Sally, does this Tony fellow have any weapons like rifles or pistols? Please drink small sips so that you don't get sick."

She nodded and said, "He held a pistol to her head to make her behave at first, and he had a rifle hanging in the truck. Mack, he is insane. If he finds us, he will kill us."

I replied, "He may try!!"

We listened, and in the extreme distance, we heard a man's voice calling out for Sally and telling her that she can't escape from him. He would find her, and when he did, he would punish her.

I put my finger to my lips. I took a pencil and paper from my pack to write the gate and house codes for Janet. Then I led them down the mountain about a hundred yards to a small shelter rock outcrop that formed a small cave. After tucking them and the packs in there, I said, "Ladies, I want you to wait here until three o'clock or until I return. If I am not back by three Janet, I want you to follow the trail that you will find thirty yards down the mountain back to the cabin. Janet, please use the satellite phone to call the state police. These numbers are the code to the gate and house. Lock yourselves in and call for help. Janet, honey, I am going to stop this guy one way or another. Please stay quiet, no matter what you hear, stay quiet, and stay put. Janet, I love you. I will be back."

The guy was still yelling, and he couldn't have been more than a half-mile away. Sound travels a long way in the woods, but that was my estimate. I moved quickly and quietly to my left to lead him away from the girls and to me. Once I had walked about a hundred yards away from where I hid the girls, I looked for some sort of sheltered position and gathered a handful of hand-sized rocks. I threw them into the woods in front of me and to my left. Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of substantial movement through the woods. Then I saw small trees moving, and then I saw a medium built man in a black sweatshirt with a big stainless steel revolver in his hand heading in my general direction. I tossed one more rock twenty yards to my left, and he moved in that direction."I got you now, bitch. You might as well stand there and wait for me. Your ass is mine, bitch."

When we had twenty-five feet between us, I yelled, "Drop the gun, Tony, then get down on your knees and get ready to spend the rest of your miserable life in jail."

Tony replied, "Show yourself, asshole, so I can kill you like the shit-head you are."

He was looking straight ahead. When I stood up holding my pistol in front of me in a shooter's stance, I said, "I'm right here, Tony, I have you covered so don't do anything stupid."

Sadly, he didn't listen. He swung that big heavy pistol in my direction, but I shot him in the chest with a double-tap of my semi-automatic pistol. He managed to fire one shot on his way down to the ground. Suddenly, I felt a burning pain in my left thigh. Obviously, I had been hit, but with no broken bones, since I could still walk with a lot of pain. I eased up on his location and found him, face down in a pool of blood. I put my hand on his gun, bent over, checked his pulse, and then rolled him onto his back. He was turning a very pale white as life flowed out of him. However, he had no pulse, so I realized he was already dead. I pulled the gun out of his hand and removed his rifle and pack.

Then I sat ten yards from the body, and called out, "Janet, Sally he is dead, please bring the packs and come to my location. Please follow my voice and come here quickly.

When Janet arrived and saw the bloodstain saturating my pants leg, she screamed.

I said, "Calm down, Janet, baby, listen. I need you to quickly pull out the first aid kit from my pack. In the top outside pocket, you will find a tourniquet. I need you to put it around my upper thigh and slide the end through the ring and make it very tight. Before I pass out, you will find the thick padded clotting bandage with special clotting medicine in the emergency kit. Cut through my pants leg and put that bandage on the wound. If it is a trough and through, put one on each side. They will help to stem the flow of blood. If I lose too much blood, I could die or at least pass out."

Despite being nervous, she did exactly as she was instructed. Janet was cool under fire. I reached into my pack and gave her a small set of keys. "Baby, I know that this is going to be hard for you, but I want you to leave me here and go back to the cabin. Use the codes to get into the house and garage. The keys will operate the four-wheeler utility vehicle in one of the garage bays. I want you to take Sally with you and put her in the guest room. Sally, I want you to take a hot shower and get under the covers. We will give you clothes when we get home. Janet, give her something hot to drink and some hot canned soup before you return to me. Baby, you see those dark clouds. It is going to snow tonight. I can already tell that Sally is a smart young lady. Therefore I believe that she will be okay till we get home. However, you must get that vehicle back here to me, help me into the seat with you, and then we have to get back to the cabin by dark. If we can, otherwise we may have trouble getting back in the snow."

"Leave me one canteen, and that pack so I can eat a little and drink some water. I will give myself an injection for pain. If I am asleep or passed out when you return, you must wake me so I can help you to get loaded up. I love you. Please hurry. Oh, and Janet, please be very careful. One of us injured is enough for one day."

Janet said, "Sally, let's go, we have a job to do, and we have to hurry."

The last thing I saw was Janet, with her arm around Sally headed in the direction of the cabin. After a pain injection, I don't remember much until Janet returned to my side.

I found out later that Janet held on to Sally most of the way home due to her fatigue, and a bit of shock. The pace that Janet demanded of Sally on the way to the cabin likely fatigued her even more. The numbers worked as expected, and they entered the house. Sally was led to the guestroom, where she followed my instructions to the letter. Sally took a hot shower, crawled naked into the bed, under multiple layers of blankets. By the time she was under the covers, Janet had brought her a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a cup of hot tea before coming back up the mountain. Janet moved as quickly as possible to return to my aid.

Janet filled a thermos with hot black coffee to take back to me, grabbed a sleeping bag in the garage so that she could put it around me for the trip back to the cabin. It had taken them an hour and a half to walk to the house, but it only took Janet a half hour to return to me in the four-wheel-drive vehicle. I was unconscious when she found me.

"Mack, Mack, wake up sweetheart, please don't leave me when we just found each other." She said all this with my head on her lap and tears rolling down her cheeks.

I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful lover with tears dripping onto my shirt and near panic in her eyes.

I said, "Hi, darling. I'm still with you. You can't get rid of me that easily. I used self-injectable morphine for the pain, and it knocked me out for a while. How long have you been gone?"

Janet replied, "A little over two hours."

It wasn't dark yet, and so I knew we needed to hurry. I asked Janet to inspect the wound on my leg to see if there was any seepage. I told her that for the first hour, I released the tourniquet, so I didn't let my leg starve for blood, but I have been unconscious since giving myself the pain injection.

Janet said, "Mack, the tourniquet is not tight, you must have fallen asleep with it in the unlatched position. The good news is that I don't see any seepage and so I think the bleeding has stopped. Let's see if we can get you into the cart and start heading back to the cabin without restarting the bleeding."

I replied, "Smart and beautiful. Re-tighten the tourniquet long enough to help me get into the vehicle, and then we can loosen it again."

She did as I requested, then together, we managed to board the little vehicle and wrap me in a sleeping bag. Janet even thought to hand me a travel cup of hot coffee that immediately started to warm my insides. This woman was a real keeper. I knew that she would be with me for life.

It was a rough ride back to the cabin. Janet then helped me up the stairs to the main level and into the guest room, where Sally was asleep under the covers. She awoke when I fell onto the bed.

Sally said, "Is Mack, alright?"

Janet retorted, "Yes, I think he will be fine. Mack was able to put weight on his leg and get into the vehicle. I think that I will take his temperature because he seems to be too cold."

Sure enough, she was so smart. My temperature was down to 94.5 degrees, which was technically hypothermic, and using the computer to confirm it, Janet took charge. She removed all my clothes, including my boxers. Janet stripped nude and slid both of us in bed with Sally. She explained that this was the best possible way to slowly raise my temperature. As I began to warm up with two beautiful, voluptuous naked women in bed with me, I noticed a tingle starting in my groin. Sally was on my right side with one leg and one arm hanging over my uninjured leg and chest. Janet was on the right next to my injured leg, under which she had placed to soak up any blood. Both ladies had beautiful breasts. Like any normal man, when I warmed up, my hands couldn't help touching those warm soft, yet firm breasts.

I heard the giggling followed by Janet getting up on her elbow to say, "Sally, he is a naughty boy, and I think that now that his brain is warmed up, his little head has taken over. I hope you are not shocked."

Sally was smiling, "I'm not offended if it doesn't offend you that your man is touching another woman's tits. Janet, this handsome man, saved my life, risking his own life to do it. If he were healthy, I would give my body to him this instant to use in any way he wanted."

Janet looked at me and smiled. I knew immediately that she thought that Sally might be our new roommate. She said, "I'm going to the kitchen to make us something to eat, and I'll bring it back here in thirty to forty-five minutes. You two have fun, but save some for me."

After Janet left, Sally reached over to give me a smoldering kiss. I said, "That was nice, but what brought that on?"

Sally gave me a million-dollar smile saying, "You saved me from a maniac, and you got shot in the process. Mack, you didn't even know me before today. Yet, you were willing to die, if necessary, to protect us. I didn't know men like you still existed. So...may I do a little more to say thank you?"

Without waiting for my permission, she slipped her tiny hand on my cock and started to slide it up and down the length. Once she was satisfied with the hardness, she disappeared under the covers. Suddenly, I felt her warm, wet lips surrounding and engulfing my cock. This girl was really good at this, she took my cock deep into her throat. I knew that when I felt her nose in my pubic hair. Sally took me to the very edge of an orgasm and then pulled off and moved up to kiss me again. I placed my hand between her thighs as she spread them open for easy access. Sally was very wet, and I could tell that her pubic mound was usually clean-shaven, but now was covered in three-week-old stubble. Using my curved fingers to feel for the small rough area just under her pubic mound, I rubbed her 'G' spot vigorously until she let out a loud groan. She was soon shaking from head to toe. Sally enjoyed her first massive orgasm, caused by me.

Sally said, "Oh, Mack, that was so wonderful. I didn't have a single orgasm the entire time I was held captive. If I promise not to touch your wound, may I place your beautiful cock in my little pussy?"

"Baby girl, you owe me nothing for what I did. However, I think that I would love to feel you taking me into your beautiful body. Sweetie, I just saved you from a man that clearly abused and used your body in the most awful possible ways. I really don't feel right having sex with you so soon after he forced himself on you."

Sally took in a deep breath, pinched my arm, and said, "I just wanted to make sure you were a real man. You are just too good to be true. I am kneeling over you totally naked, rubbing my pussy lips up and down your cock, and you are still worried about my feelings. You make me wish that I had found you first so that I could be with you forever."

I smiled and said, "Be careful what you wish for my oriental beauty."

She was indeed a beauty. She was small, maybe five feet, five inches tall. She was obviously Asian/American, with long straight dark black hair that shined like it had been polished. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled like stars. Those eyes were somewhat almond-shaped, reflecting her oriental and American heritage. It seemed apparent to me that she was the third or fourth generation on the American side of her family. I figured that maybe she weighed a hundred twenty pounds on a good day. She needed a better diet to put on a few pounds so that she looked healthier.

The whole time I was looking at her features and beautiful body, she was straddling my body with hers. Sally had used her hand earlier to maneuver my dick through the wet lips of her sweet little cunny. Then ever so slowly, inserted the head of my cock into her warm sopping sex tunnel. Sally was so tight that I wasn't optimistic that my member would fit into her without doing damage.

I feared she would feel some pain on entry. However, Sally was determined, so much that despite an unmistakable look of discomfort on her face, she persevered. After more than five minutes of pushing in and pulling out, Sally finally hit bottom with our pubic flesh touching. She showed me the most beautiful white teeth. I could see that she was very pleased with herself, so I made the most sexually pleasing moan. It was almost a growling sound from deep within.

I said, "Sweet baby, that feels so good that I almost completely forgot about being shot. Come for me, sweetheart, come hard for me."

She worked hard, and with my continued encouragement, she started breathing harder and faster until she finally started quivering and shaking. She exploded into one of the wettest orgasms I had ever seen. She covered my cock and groin in white girl cum. I was very close to my climax when she exploded, and her vibrations set me off. I felt rope after hot rope of cum fill her cuny. Sally collapsed on my chest, and I held her tightly as she began to cry.

I said," Don't cry love, we will take good care of you, and we will never hurt you."

She laughed and slapped me on the arm before saying, "I'm crying happy tears, you silly man. You just made me very happy. If I am honest, this may be the happiest I've been in years, maybe ever. Mack, some of the tears may be from my cracked ribs, but the pleasure outweighs the pain."

I had teary eyes myself, but I know that mine came from the pain of her sitting on my sore leg. Well, I figured it was a small price to pay to comfort Sally.

I looked quizzically at this obviously troubled young lady. I reminded myself that I didn't want to contribute further to her distress.

Five minutes later, Janet entered the room carrying a tray with three cups of tea, three sandwiches, and a pain pill for me. With a smile on her face, she said, "Did you two get in a quickie while I was in the kitchen?"

Before I could answer, Sally said, "Yes, but not too quick."

We all laughed at the comment. Then Janet said, "Baby, did you hurt this cute little lady? Or maybe, did she hurt you?"

Again we all laughed. Then Janet said, "Seriously Mack, you could have started bleeding again. She's beautiful Mack, and I don't mind you two having sex, but I haven't even had time to see what we can do about your wounded leg. If that is a serious injury, and we can't even get to a hospital in this snow. Oh, and, in case you have forgotten, there is a dead man in the woods thirty minutes from here. Should we call the police, or try to get medical assistance?"

I looked at Sally, saying, "Sally, Janet loves me, and I know that the last few hours have been very stressful for her. Why don't we quickly eat and then go to the infirmary room downstairs, so that Janet can remove the bandage and clean the wounds and determine how we need to proceed."

We recovered his weapons, and fortunately, he shot me with a 38 caliber revolver, and the ammunition remaining in the gun was a fully copper jacketed. This ammo is usually used as a target round. Hollow-point bullets would have made a relatively small entry wound and a large exit wound. It shouldn't be too severe if it is a through and through-hole and didn't hit bone or arteries. If we can prevent infection, then I believe we can handle it here. We need to discuss the man on the mountain and the police involvement at length after determining the severity of my wound. One of the reasons he is dead on the mountain is because I was shooting a 40 caliber jacketed hollow-point bullets. They are designed to be a defensive round for deadly force. I had always hoped that I would never have to use my weapon, but I was taught in self-defense classes to only aim a gun at someone if you felt that you are someone else who was in harm's way.

Chapter 2

Twenty minutes later and one pair of painful stairs, we were in a small clean white room that I had set up for medical emergencies. It is like a small emergency department with less equipment. I laid down on the exam table, and Janet adjusted the table to a sitting position so I could watch and help guide her through my treatment. I was only wearing a heavy flannel robe, which provided easy access to the pressure dressings. Once Janet removed the bandages, we could easily see the hole in the front of my leg. It was located about six inches above my knee and about one and a half inches from the side of my leg. It was a through and through hole that was oozing some blood. However, the amount of blood on the bandages and presently seeping from the wound was minor.

I instructed Janet to put a stainless steel pan under my leg and then use a sterile saline solution and antiseptic wash disinfectant to clean the outside of the leg at the wound site. She was able to pour the saline solution in the wound so that it ran through the hole and into the pan. She painted the entire area around the hole with a reddish-orange disinfectant cleanser. I had syringe bottles of a pain deadener called lidocaine. Janet filled a syringe from the vile using it to inject around the hole just under the skin in the front of my leg. Then I utilized several suturing kits. I did the suturing on the front hole on myself. I wanted Janet to watch closely and learn my suturing techniques. The entrance hole was relatively small and round. I didn't find it difficult to close the wound using only six stitches.

We didn't have a mirror in the room, but Sally retrieved one from the master bathroom. Rolling over to my stomach, I asked her to hold in a way that would give me a view of the exit wound. It was a bit shocking to see the hole that was twice as large and had a ragged edge as compared to the entrance hole.

Janet immediately said, "Baby, the hole is really gnarly looking, the edges are ripped at odd angles, I have to tell you, Mack, I'm scared to death. Maybe we should try to make it to the hospital."

"Janet, that is why I had you do the injections to deaden the front hole and had you watch closely as I applied the sutures. I can see that the wound hole on the back of my leg is not symmetrical. If you take your time starting at the farthest point of the edge, and suture inward toward the middle, you will find it easier to do than it looks."

I wasn't sure if I convinced anyone, including myself, with that little speech. None the less, Janet starting injecting the wound until I could no longer feel any pain around the hole, only pressure when she began the suturing. I could tell that she was getting the hang of the process. In less than twenty-five minutes, she was finished, and the wound was closed with a sterile piece of medical tubing partially dangling out, to allow drainage exiting the bottom of the hole. Janet, even add a stitch to hold the tube in place. After cleaning the area, Janet put fresh dressings on my wounds.

The ladies helped me to the master bedroom. Once there, we all laid in the center of the bed with my leg on a clean towel. Fortunately, I have large, easily visible veins in my forearms that Janet quickly placed an IV, connected to a bag of saline to help replace the blood fluids lost in the wound. We only found out later that we should have done this procedure as soon as we arrived at the cabin. She then injected a partial dose of morphine into the port. She also hung a small bag of antibiotics, installing the needle and tube into the port on the tubing. It seemed apparent that my extensive preparations were coming in handy now. It wasn't enough to make me groggy, but it did ease the pain. I am sure doctors and nurses would say that we did everything wrong, but we all were suffering from some degree of shock, and I was still alive for the time being. Since we currently had no way of getting to a hospital or the police, our treatment would have to do for the time being.

Chapter 3

I began to speak while I was still awake and coherent, "Ladies, this will be our first family meeting." I said this with a bit of a chuckle, but they both ladies smiled.

Continuing on, I said, "Okay, you two, stop laughing, I want this to be a serious conversation. Sally, I need you to tell us how at the age of twenty-two, you end up as a prisoner of that demented bastard on the mountain. Why aren't you in college like most other beautiful young women your age? Start as far back in your life as you feel necessary. I need to know everything so that I will know how to deal with the authorities. Try to make it as short as possible because I don't know how long I will last before I pass out."

Sally sat up, facing us, she began to speak, "My mother left my dad and me when I was only six years old. Dad was great, he gave up everything for me and taught me the values that I have today. Unfortunately, my dad got pancreatic cancer, stage four, when I was fourteen and died when I was fifteen. His medical expenses, even with decent health insurance, used up any money we had, and my dad was my only relative. I ended up in foster care, but my experiences in foster care were okay. After three and a half years with two different foster parents, I finished high school. I turned eighteen and got scholarship offers. The offers came from three universities because I graduated third in my class and got an almost perfect score on the ACT. I finished my college education at the University of Washington with a degree in chemical engineering. I finished in the top five percent of my class. I wanted to go to grad school, but I wasn't offered a scholarship anywhere. I did receive a few job offers for interviews."

She took a minute to catch her breath before speaking again, "I was on my way to Denver three weeks ago for a job interview. It was a job that I really wanted with a large pharmaceutical manufacturer. It's doubtful that I will ever get that job now since I am not likely to get to Denver anytime soon."

I said, "You are doing great. Please take your time and tell us how it is that you ended up with the man who's lying dead on the mountain."

"My fifteen-year-old Chevy® died about fifty miles back in the parking lot of a grocery store, and that moron Tony Ryan came to my rescue. Then kidnapped me and took me to that cabin of his for three weeks of rape and sexual abuse. He kept me awake for eighteen hours most days, with no clothes on, in a cabin that was freezing cold. I had to cook his food, and then he gave me scraps and bread to eat. On most days, he beat me, fucked every hole I have and beat me some more because he said I was the worst whore he'd ever had."

She was crying hard, and I told her to calm down for a few minutes before she continued.

I said, "Where I was raised, there was an old saying. I remember my uncle talking about a drug addict that had robbed and raped a sixty-year-old woman. What my uncle said about that man was this. 'Some men just need killin.' I believe that my uncle wouldn't have a problem with the killing of Tony Ryan."

It just broke my heart to see this traumatized, lovely young lady crying. She continued to sob while trying to continue with her story.

She finally said, "He beat me so hard, and the more I cried, the more he beat me. I am sure that he was going to beat me to death eventually. He would get drunk or high on drugs, then when that bastard came down from his high, he would beat me even harder. You can see the evidence of this from the bruises, scars, and cuts covering my body. I heard both of you gasp when you saw the marks from the beatings on my back and ass. On the day you saved my life, that jackass decided to mix heroin and whiskey. When he passed out, I broke the only window in the cabin to escape. I ran like the preverbal bat out of hell. I guess he thought that I wouldn't attempt to run away with no clothes or shoes in the snow that was on the ground. However, I had found the dress I was wearing when he kidnapped me and a pair of his boots and two pairs of socks. The boots were much too big, but I recognized that they would be much better than my bare feet. Then I was found by my new guardian angles, and you two saved my life. That's my story in a nutshell." When she finished, she was once again sobbing.