Northwest Hunters: Book Two: Finding Happiness
Chapter 3: A Parable.
The next morning after breakfast, Donna called Junie into the office. “That bastard finally wrote you an apology. Not much of one, if you ask me.”
Junie looked at the familiar capitals of her former Dom.
JUNIE,
I AM SORRY THAT THINGS DID NOT WORK OUT BETWEEN US. I AM SORRY IF THE THINGS I DID FRIGHTENED YOU. I MUST HAVE MISINTERPRETED WHAT I THOUGHT YOU WANTED FROM A DOM.
PERHAPS YOU FIND WHAT YOU NEED WITH THESE NEW PEOPLE.
SIR JAMES
P.S. ATTACHED IS THE NAME AND WEBSITE OF THE MAZDA DEALERSHIP. YOU CAN CONTACT THEM AS TO WHEN YOUR MIATA WILL BE READY TO PICK UP. THEY HAD TO SPECIAL ORDER IT TO GET IT IN YELLOW.
“He always used caps. One time I asked him why and he said he just liked it that way, and that it wasn’t my place to ask. I guess I should have gotten a clue at the very beginning. It’s not much of an apology is it, more of an excuse. At least he squeezed the word sorry in there a couple of times.” Junie pursed her lips. “Sorry bastard.”
Donna commented, her voice dry, “He will be sorrier once he gets to know Agent Durant. Hopefully he will have a better idea of how close he came to being an accomplice to rape and murder.”
The link showed a picture of a shiny black Mazda Miata. It had an animated clip that showed the automatic hardtop retracting feature. Junie crowed with delight. “Oh, look at it!”
Donna looked over her shoulder. “It will be prettier in yellow.”
Junie giggled, “James will turn yellow when he talks to that Agent Durant.”
Bob's voice called up from the basement. “Junie, come down and help me with this.” He was busy dismantling the St. Andrews cross and moving it and some of the other more obvious bondage equipment in preparation for the plumbing contractor to come in and work on the bathroom Bob was having built in the basement.
As Junie held the smooth heavy piece of timber steady as he removed the screws that held it place, Bob spoke, “I made this easy to dismantle so we could do this. Folks in town think I am crazy already. It would make the whole place buzz to learn I have a torture chamber in my basement.”
Junie giggled and nodded. It had been a busy few days since the FBI agents had left. Bob had framed in a wall between what would be her bedroom and a second room that Junie was beginning to think of as just 'her' room. He had made her help him every step of the way; measuring, holding the wood for him as he sawed, handing him tools like an ER nurse.
Junie had been having little spasms of fear and then the subsequent bouts depression. She would find herself pausing, images of knives and death filling her mind, her mouth dry and her heart racing. Bob had been careful to keep her near and kept her moving forward, never letting her stop and get stuck in the feelings for long.
Many times a day Junie found herself jerked from her frightened introspection by a firm tug on a nipple pulling her off balance, and Bob's sharp blue gaze boring into her eyes. “Stay here, Junie. Stay in the moment. Remember, 'No Worrying’.” Junie found herself finding excuses to stay near him, needing his watchful eye to keep her from falling into panic.
Bob had kept his promise of keeping her nipples tender and sensitive to his slightest touch. Lately he had her wearing little rubber bands around them, keeping them swollen and erect. Junie had altered all the bras she had except one, carefully cutting holes so her constantly erect nipples could stick through and neatly binding the edges. She embroidered around each opening, adding decorative stars, flower petals, and even flames on her black bra. At first she did this because she wanted her nipples more accessible for Bob, but she found she liked the way they looked and the sensation of her clothing on her tender flesh was a constant erotic reminder.
Junie was looking at pictures of body modification on her computer, looking at the nipple piercings. “Those look so cool.”
Donna looked over her shoulder. “I guess. Never was much interested in body jewelry myself. Never much interested in jewelry at all. Do you think you would like something like that?”
Junie looked thoughtful. “Not ever before, but now, lately?” She giggled and looked down her loose top at her swollen exposed nipples. “I think it would look really sexy.”
Donna looked down Junie's shirt. “They look pretty damn sexy as it is.” She reached her hand down Junie's shirt and rolled a nipple between her fingers. Junie caught her breath and arched her back, stretching like a cat and purring. “You would have to get our Master's permission to get any piercings.”
“I don't know if I really want to. That feels so good, what you are doing. Would a piercing get in the way of that?”
Donna had both hands down the front of Junie's loose tee and her lips pressed against Junie's neck as Junie cruised the web, looking at various examples of nipple jewelry. “I don't know. Some of those pictures are cute and sexy, but some just look brutal and it looks like the nipples are scarred and damaged. Look at that site for non-piercing nipple jewelry.”
Junie was starting to quiver from the rush of sensations coming from Donna’s cool fingers rubbing and tugging at her. She found herself having increasing difficulty typing, soft giggles and squeals leaking from her lips as Donna would randomly pinch and tweak. “Maybe that would be a better idea, just as pretty but not so risky.”
Donna murmured a soft encouraging sound as she kissed Junie's neck. Junie wasn't sure if it was for her observation about the jewelry or for her rapidly soaring excitement. Junie pushed the lid of her laptop closed and pushed it away. “That feels so nice.”
Donna's voice was husky. “The sun on the deck is just right. Let’s go sunbathe a little, my sweet Junie.”
There was a slow sensual intensity as they spread oil on each other’s bodies, hands moving slowly, pressing more insistently. Junie could not resist pressing her lips to Donna's, her tongue curious, probing, and exploring. Their kisses were slow and soft, seeming to last forever, their hands roaming, sliding over their slippery skin. Junie whispered against her Mistress's mouth. “Nice… so nice.”
Donna pushed Junie toward a recliner, “Lie down, Junie. Lie down on your side.”
As Junie lowered herself, Donna lay down beside her, but she had put her head facing Junie's feet. Junie found her lips inches from Donna's cleft, staring fascinated at her swollen folds, knowing that Donna had a similar view of her own, very wet cleft.
As Junie leaned in, her tongue stroking through the center, she felt Donna's warm and wet tongue parting her, opening her. A shock shot through both their bodies, an electric circuit of pleasure that seemed to flow from one to the other and back again. There was a calm, almost leisurely rhythm to their lovemaking. Soft gentle licks and kisses, almost teasing touches, lifted and rocked them on a softly surging sea of pleasure.
Junie found herself murmuring a nonsense song of delight to the object of her fascination. Between each caress she pressed against the fragrant flesh, “So soft... so sweet... so nice... love you... yes... good.”
Donna's leg was lifted high and Junie burrowed her face deeper, her tongue probing, drinking in the sweet nectar that gathered there. No longer able to find words, she moaned and mumbled, her body surging and rocking as Donna's mouth pulled at her very core.
As each of them sensed that the other was approaching the limits of their ecstasy, their bodies tensing and trembling, they slowed their touches. Each knowing that the other was there with them, balancing, reveling in the ecstasy they shared. Just before they teetered and fell, Donna spoke, “Stay with me, Junie.”
As they spiraled down, clutching at each other, eagerly sucking on the throbbing flesh. Donna did not relent, her mouth on Junie was even more persistent, exacting, her licks changing to bites. For the first time her fingers thrusting deep and fast. Junie convulsed, struggling to meet and match her Mistress's demands, her soaring climax shaking her mind and her body. Mindless, she pulled at Donna's hips, her cries muffled as she held Donna's clit between her teeth, her tongue lashing the sensitive nub.
It seemed like her whole body ignited as a crescendo of rapture took her and tossed her. Deeply aware of Donna’s cries of completion, she rode the waves of her orgasm, feeding off Donna’s rising passion, and sharing her own.
Junie was hardly aware of how it ended. She slowly drifted back to reality, her face still snuggly nested against Donna’s damp flesh. Donna’s soft kisses were soothing rather than stimulating. Junie laughed a happy soft giggle. “That was so nice. Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You are welcome, sweet Junie. I am very happy you are turning out to be such an enthusiastic little lesbian. Let’s roll over and get a little sun on the other side.”
Bob found them there still laying head to foot, their cheeks supported by the others’ thigh, talking softly to each other as they basked in the afternoon sun.
“You two look very happy.”
Junie’s voice was soft and sleepy, “Very, very, very happy.”
At that moment Sunny jumped up from where he had been laying in the sun and barked loudly and raced off toward the driveway. The other three dogs followed close behind, adding their voices to the alarm. Junie could hear the rumbling of a truck engine and the crunch of gravel as the vehicle came closer to the house.
Bob turned to follow the dogs, calling back over his shoulder, “We seem to have company. I was not expecting any building supply deliveries until tomorrow. You girls might think about getting some clothes on.”
Junie left one parting kiss on Donna’s soft pink flesh, before she jumped up and hurried to her room. She quickly pulled on a soft pair of knit shorts and her one intact brassier and a loose tank top. A little wave of anxiety shook her. Who was coming to visit? The last unexpected visitors had been the FBI. Their questions and information about the case had left her feeling terrified.
Junie stayed in the house, occupying herself with cleaning, sweeping and dusting, her eyes straying nervously to the back door. When the door burst open Junie shrank back, a wave of nervous anxiety sweeping over her. Bob stuck his head in and called to her. “Junie, what the hell are you doing in there? Get your ass out here.”
Junie found herself reluctantly walking through the garden. As she got closer to the garage, she was just in time to see a big UPS delivery van turn around and drive back down the driveway. A quick sigh of relief shook Junie; she just did not want to meet anyone new today.
A happy bounce replaced the reluctant trudge as she went into the garage. Donna was looking at a pile of packages in the middle of the floor. Bob had a proud if somewhat sheepish grin on his face. He was protesting, “I did not order all of this. Some of the packages are for Junie and I saw at least two things you ordered too.” He looked up. “Oh good, Junie, you made it finally.” Bob turned and waved at the pile of packages. “It’s Christmas in the spring time. Help us sort this stuff out.”
Donna laughed and said, “Christmas? Okay, Junie, you get to hand out the presents.” She held out a package. “This one has Bob’s name on it, and oh look, this one too.” Junie took the brown paper wrapped packages and held them wordlessly out to Bob. He took them and stood holding the boxes in his hands, looking at Donna, his expression suddenly serious, a warning glint showing in his blue eyes. Donna looked back at him, her eyes faltering and her smile fading.
His voice held his neutral conversational tone. “Let’s just sort out the stuff and worry about opening our presents later.”
Donna swallowed and nodded. “Good idea.”
Junie had three packages of fabric. Donna had two brown paper wrapped packages that she laid down beside her. All the rest were laid at Bob’s feet. At least a dozen packages were mounded up around his feet; some of them were surprisingly large. He was trying not to grin, but his eyes were sparkling.
Donna was eyeing the pile curiously. “That can’t all be panties.”
Bob laughed, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He had a broad grin on his face, but his eyes still held their warning glint.
Donna could not resist. “I will open my packages if you open yours.”
Junie stood hugging her packages of fabric to her chest watching the two of them as they gently sparred with each other. Junie could tell that Donna was pushing her luck. She spoke up. “Um, Sir, would you like me to help you… um… put anything away?”
Bob looked at her, remembering she was there. His smile softened and he leaned over and picked up a couple of smaller packages. He tossed them to her. Junie dropped the packages she was holding and caught both as they hurtled toward her, shrieking and giggling. Bob laughed and said, “Good catch. Those are for you.” He sent a sharp look toward Donna, daring her to say something. “Panties.”
Donna looked at the pile of parcels. “Anything there for me?”
Bob’s voice still held that neutral conversational tone. “Lots.” He turned to Junie. “Help me put these up on a shelf here. I will open them later.”
“Yes, Sir.” Junie carefully piled her packages by the door and went to help move the boxes to a shelf. One of the larger packages was surprisingly heavy and she looked at Bob in surprise as he took it from her hands and put it up on a high shelf.
His grin broadened. “That, my girl, is going to be a very special surprise for both you and Donna. We will save that for when we get the dungeon set back up.”
Junie grinned back and giggled. “Oh my.”
Junie stood in the doorway of the garage looking at the SUV with her lips pressed together. She shifted from one foot to the other, looked over her shoulder and gazed back at the house longingly.
Bob stood by the SUV and looked back at her frowning, “Junie, did you forget something?”
“No, I just… um…” She took a deep breath and started again. “It just seems like lately I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to stay here and never ever have to go anywhere again.”
“You have to get this done. No one else can do this for you.”
“I know. It just seems so much more difficult than ever before.”
Bob’s voice hardened, “Junie, get in the car.”
Junie took a couple more steps toward the car and stopped again. A soft deep whine of terror shook her. She was not sure what she feared worse, her growing anxiety or Bob’s displeasure. To her absolute horror, she turned and began to walk back out of the garage. It was like her legs were not her own. She turned her head and looked back toward Bob with abject terror.
Junie had only taken a few steps when Bob had his hand on her, stopping her and spinning her around. He looked closely at her face and said one word. “Talk.”
Junie seemed to shrink up into herself. There were no words to attach to this feeling of panic that was welling up inside her. She looked deep into his blue eyes and knew she had to obey. She began to blurt out words and phrases, her voice strangled and quavering, “Feeling afraid, fat, ugly, stupid, people looking at me, strangers with knives, danger, useless, lonely, failing you, disappointing you, losing you…”
Bob put his hand over her mouth and stopped the torrent of terror. “Okay, Junie, I am going keep my arm around you. You are going to walk to the car with me. Donna is going to sit with you. You are going to face all this. We will be there with you. We will not let you fail.”
As he spoke he was gently and firmly moving her toward the SUV. Junie closed her eyes and let his words soothe her, forcing herself not to think about the day ahead.
It was really supposed to be an easy day. First they were going to stop by her former workplace and get a few things and sign her exit papers. Then swing by her old apartment and sign the hold harmless on her breaking her lease. Bob had hired a cleaning service to clean up the mess in her apartment and they had boxed up the few items that were unbroken. They were just going to pick up those things and she could sort them out later at home. Next was signing the papers for the repair of her car and leaving it at a consignment sales lot.
Last was the real reason for coming to town. Her Miata was ready for pickup. She needed to go fill out all the papers and drive it home. It should have been something to look forward to, tying the last loose ends of her old life and then a fun drive home in her brand new convertible.
Junie had thought she would have been looking forward to these things, but as the time to leave drew closer she had been becoming increasingly panic stricken. She had not gone anywhere since the trip to town where she had found her apartment torn to pieces by the man who had been carefully planning to kill her. Learning about him and his horrible series of crimes had made something snap inside her. All she wanted was to stay hiding in her new home with Bob and Donna and never go anywhere ever again.
There was no way that Bob was going to let her disobey him and a quiet, dry voice in her head was agreeing that she had to do this. It just seemed like her legs were not cooperating.
Junie kept her eyes clenched shut as Bob lead her back to the car. She heard him speak to Donna, “Ride in back with her.” If he had not had his hand on her elbow, warm and very firm, Junie did not think she could have gotten into the car. She felt Donna’s hand settle on her leg and then move up to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her to lean against her.
Donna’s voice murmured into her ears, “It will be okay, sweet. I will ride back here with you.” Junie was struggling to control her breathing, soft crazy giggles and sobs were making her lurch and hiccup under Donna’s soothing, stroking hands.
Donna spoke again, “Honey, close the child lock on Junie’s side for me and then get some toys for Junie and I to play with. I think she will need to have something to occupy her mind for the ride to town.”
Junie spoke up, a quiet, soft voice of reason coming from somewhere deep inside her, “I might need something to throw up into, a basin or a plastic bag, and a clean pair of underwear.”
As they waited for Bob to come back, Donna laughed and praised her. “Good girl, Junie. You want to get through this too. When we are all done, you will be so proud of yourself.”
“If I am still alive.”
Junie kept her eyes carefully closed, finding some comfort in the shelter of the darkness behind her eyelids. By the time Bob came back she had her breathing almost under control. She felt Donna slip the blindfold over her eyes and she sighed. “Oh yes, that will help. Thank you.” She felt the tension in her body ease a notch.
Donna spoke softly, “Give me your hand, Junie,” and pulled her wrist up, pressing it against the metal grid that separated the back where the dogs rode from the passenger seat.
As Junie felt the handcuff close around her wrist she breathed a soft, “Thank you, Ma’am.” Soon both her hands were fastened up and behind her head. She was seated in the middle of the bench seat with her seatbelt securely fastened. She giggled and tried to joke, “I think you’ve got me.”
As Bob started the engine of the SUV and began to pull out of the garage, a whole new wave of panic shook Junie and she felt her arms jerking against her bindings and a tiny wail of terror shook her.
As they drove down the driveway, Junie felt Donna’s hands on her, unbuttoning her blouse. She froze and gasped, “What are you doing?”
“I am distracting you, Junie, helping you. Trust me, this will help immensely.”
“I can’t do this, oh god Ma’am, please don’t make me do this.”
“Shhh, Junie, I want you to listen to me. I am going to tell you a story. It will distract you from your fears.”
Junie took a deep breath and gulped. “Okay, but just be ready in case I puke.”
Donna was laughing as she began the story.
Once, very long ago, there lived a man. He was a very good man. He wanted to do the right things to please his gods and his family. He worked hard and while he had only a small piece of farmland and a tiny house he was blessed with good harvests and a large family. He loved his family very much, but began to feel the tiniest seed of dissatisfaction growing in his heart.
His house was tiny and filled with his many children and the other members of his family. Both his and his wife’s mothers had come to live with them. Both women were strong willed and proud and had many words of wisdom to share, whether they were invited or not. Frequently their words of advice were at odds and the man felt harried. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to do the right things, always someone was complaining.
There was little peace in his home. If the mothers were not debating among themselves, the children were demanding his attention or needing his guidance. He began to feel that there was no place of peace and refuge in this world for him.
This man wanted nothing more than to do the right things to please his gods and his family, so he went to the spiritual leader of the community, a wise and old man who had always helped him in the past.
“Oh good teacher and father, I am so unhappy. I need your guidance.” The man poured out his tale of woe to the older man.
“I can only help you if you promise to do everything I tell you to do without question. Will you make that promise to me and our gods?”
“Oh yes, I promise. I would do anything to cure this sadness in my heart and to once more feel love and happiness for my family.”
“Then go home and go into your hen house and gather up all the chickens there and take them into your house to live with you. Do not tell your family why you do this. Just smile and say that you are listening to your heart.”
As Donna told this part of the story she finished unbuttoning Junie’s blouse and lifted it up her arms twisting it around the handcuffs to keep it from falling back down. Junie felt the air on her skin and knew that all she had covering her breasts was her thin bra. At least it was one of her bras that covered her nipples. A wave of nausea shook her and she swallowed hard and forced herself to breathe.
It was not many days before the man was back pleading with the spiritual leader. “Teacher, things are twice as bad as ever before. The chickens are all over the place. My wife is screaming at me with a temper I have never witnessed before. The old women are calling me a madman. The children are screaming and chasing the hens all around. Teacher, this is not helping.”
“You made a promise to me and our gods. You must keep that promise. Trust me that this will help. Go home and go into the field. Gather up your goats and bring them into your house as well.”
“Father, this is madness, but I will obey.”
As she told this part of the story, Donna reached behind Junie and unsnapped her bra and lifted it up with her blouse, letting her breasts fall down. Junie could not help but protest, “No, oh please, no. Oh god, I am going to be sick.” As she lost her breakfast, she felt a bowl under her chin and heard the vomit splash. When she had finally emptied her stomach, she felt the car pull over briefly and listened as Donna opened the car door and poured out the bowl beside the road. “Here, Junie, take a swallow of water.” She felt the lip of a water bottle touching her mouth and she took a sip, rinsing her mouth.
As the car started moving, Donna began to tell the story again.
When the man returned to his counselor, he was filthy and his hair was wild and uncombed. “Oh, teacher, the goats have taken over my house, they have chewed on everything. They shit everywhere. My wife has stopped screaming, she has stopped speaking to me at all. Things have never been so horrible. I cannot sleep.”
The old man nodded and looked very satisfied. “Yes, my son, the way to happiness is often difficult. Now you must go and take your sow and her piglets. Bring them into your house.”
This time the man did not protest. He began to weep and tore at his hair as he turned to his home.
Donna reached down and unzipped Junie’s slacks and began to work them down around her hips and down past her knees. Junie did not protest. She did not fight. She sat in a state of shock, tears flowing down her face, soft sobs shaking her.
The man was even filthier and his clothing was torn. He had a bloodstained bandage wrapped around one of his hands. “Teacher, the pig has developed a terrible temper. She screams in rage louder than either of my mothers. She has attacked me and I must stay home to protect my wife and children from her. My wife has forbidden me my place beside her at night. Please, teacher, explain how this is going to make me happy.”
“You are a good man, my son, to follow my directions so well. I promise you that this is the pathway to happiness. Now go back and bring your milk cow into your house.”
Donna began to push Junie’s underwear down her legs, exposing her whole body naked and vulnerable to the eyes of any car that passed by. Junie gasped and once more her stomach convulsed, but she was empty and had nothing more than a mouthful of sour liquid to lose. She felt Donna catch it in the basin and, once again, took the sip of water to rinse her mouth.
The man did not speak as he stood before his spiritual leader. His eyes were deep dark wounds in his face.
The older man embraced him and noted the rank smell of manure about the man. “Tell me, my son, how is it in your house with the cow?”
“My mothers have left my house. They say they refuse to live with a madman and his animals. My wife threatens to leave as well. Teacher, I have followed all your instructions and now I am going to lose everything I have ever loved.” Tears flowed down the man’s face washing pale tracks in the grime caked there.
“Do not despair, my son. Go home and take your cow and put it back into the pasture.”
As Donna told this part of the story she began to pull up Junie’s panties. Junie gratefully raised up her hips, sighing in relief at this small amount of clothing covering her nakedness.
When the man returned to the teacher his face was clean and he seemed to have a small amount of hope in his eyes. “Teacher, my wife says she will not leave me. She says she does not understand my madness, but that she loves me and will stay by me. She has allowed me back into our marriage bed again.”
“You have taken your first step back on the road to happiness, my son. When you get home, return the sow and her piglets back to the sty.”
Donna began to pull up Junie’s pants and for the first time Junie laughed out loud. “I see what you are doing, Ma’am.”
“Hush, Junie, and listen.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
The man was clean and had a smile of happiness on his face when he returned to the teacher. “Oh teacher, my house is so nice. There is so much more room and the goats seem much better behaved now that the pig has gone. I can go to work in my fields again. My wife is singing a song in our kitchen.”
“I can see your happiness is growing, my son. I think the goats will be much happier in the pasture once more, as well.”
Donna pulled Junie’s bra down and reached around her fastening the hooks, carefully adjusting the straps and underwires. Junie had a big smile on her face and a happy giggle bubbled up.
The man had a spring to his step and was whistling as he came to talk with his teacher. “The goats do seem much happier in the pasture. And I am much happier as well. Master, I must thank you for your wisdom.”
“You are most welcome, my boy. All you have left to do is to return the hens to their coup. And then come back and tell me what you have learned.”
Junie had a calm, happy expression on her face as Donna buttoned her blouse back up.
The man came back to the house of his spiritual leader. He brought a gift of his finest piglet and a basket filled with eggs and cheese. “Oh teacher, I am the richest and happiest man in the village. My house is a mansion and my children are true angels. I love my wife more than the air I breathe. I am truly blessed by our gods. I am forever indebted to you. Without your wisdom I would never have realized what a lucky man I am.”
The old man accepted the gifts and blessed the man. As he watched the man hurrying home to his family, the wise teacher thought to himself that it was amazing that it took clear to putting the cow in the house to get the mothers to move in with their other children.
Donna unfastened the handcuffs and took off the blindfold just in time for Junie to see they were almost at the city.
The anxiety was there, but it no longer threatened to overwhelm her. Junie wrapped her arms around Donna and laughed with delight. “That was the best story! It was just what I needed to keep my mind off my problems. Did you make it up?”
Bob roared with laughter, “No, Junie, she did not make it up. It is an old story, most likely a Jewish folk tale. The original has the teacher as a rabbi and it used to be told with the most horrible Yiddish accent. Donna’s family has been telling it for generations.”
Donna looked just a bit pouty. “I added a lot. I tell it better than they did and I made it more politically correct.” Bob only laughed louder.
