Harem House Chapter 41 Part 3

Minutes before, Kat and Katelyn glanced at one another. Their silent conversation expressed worry, concern, and timidity, but not in reference to Lynn. It was Kelly they wanted to address, but neither possessed the courage. 

Lynn could tell they didn’t enjoy what Kelly had done, or was doing. The constant harassment and bullying pressed further and further. She knew that slope all too well and how impossible it was to escape. She wondered if, years from now, Kelly would beg her forgiveness for everything she did tonight. 

“Kelly,” Katelyn said, as timid as a bunny rabbit. “Can I talk to you?” 

Uh-oh, dissension in the ranks? Was the humble worker bee about to question their queen? 

Lynn shivered, rubbing her arms for warmth as Kelly started to walk back toward the basement apartment. The spray-down had been humiliating, sure, but it hadn’t hurt. Not really. It was the cold breeze that swept through, cutting through her wet skin like a row of needles piercing straight to the bone. She shuddered, longing for a soft towel and a warm apartment, but stopping to witness the argument between Kelly and her sycophants. 

“I get that you hate her, and you have every right to be pissed at her for what she did to Arthur. You’re punishing her, but I’m starting to worry that you’re taking it too far,” Katelyn said. 

“Don’t worry,” Kelly said. “She’ll live. I’m just giving her a taste of her own medicine. She bullied others for years, now she’s the one getting picked on, and she knows she deserves it.” 

Lynn didn’t enjoy them discussing her as if she weren’t there, but she didn’t protest it either. Something had snapped in her earlier in the night, and her conflicting desires distracted her under the pressure of the hose. She was floating more than walking, going through the motions while her mind felt far away from her body. She staggered after them, and her eyes felt heavy. Goosebumps covered her flesh from the cool air against her wet skin, and her nipples were hard and prominent under her swimsuit. She dripped water everywhere, shedding it as they walked. 

“You’re going to serve us dinner?” Kat asked, addressing Lynn directly as they crossed the patio. 

Being directly addressed surprised Lynn, but she steeled herself. Snapping back to reality and drawing her gaze away from Kelly’s bare torso between her shorts and bikini top. She met Kat’s cold gray eyes and narrowed her own. “Fuck no. I’m not your waitress. I bought it, I apologized, and I put up with Kelly’s hosing me down for her own sick amusement. I’m not serving your food to you like I’m the goddamn help.” 

“Sure you are,” Kelly said, stopping by the side of the pool to turn and face Lynn. Her words were ironclad as she leveled her glare at Lynn. “You’re hosting the dinner, right? The least you can do is play hostess.” 

Kat gave Kelly a look that was somewhere between disbelief, confusion, and suspicion. She looked at Lynn, who was now staring directly into Kelly’s eyes, and Kelly was staring into Lynn’s. The intense heat between them was practically tangible. 

“Are you okay?” Kat asked Kelly. “This is starting to get weird.” 

“Starting to?” Katelyn asked. “Kelly, I’m worried. You’re going to give Lynn hypothermia or something.” 

“I’m fine,” Lynn said. “Fuck off.” 

“Yeah, she’s fine.” Kelly agreed. “Besides, I have it from a reliable source that she enjoys this kind of thing. Don’t you, Cunt?”

“What?” Kat asked, confused. 

Lynn’s eyes searched Kelly’s face. No, she couldn’t possibly know that for sure. It was a bluff, like her teasing earlier. She was trying to trick Lynn into revealing something embarrassing. Fuck that. 

“Isn’t that right, Cunt?” Kelly asked, lifting Lynn’s chin to face her. 

Lynn looked away from Kelly’s piercing green eyes, looking off to the side, but Kelly shook her by the chin and tried to catch her gaze. Lynn’s body answered for her. Her nipples stretched the bathing suit now. Kat and Katelyn noticed the awkward way Lynn shifted her legs, pushing her knees together. Even her breathing joined the traitorous signs of arousal blossoming in her core. 

“No,” Kat said, shaking her head. “I don’t care. If she enjoys it, that’s one more reason not to do it. We’re not playing with her like she’s some kind of one-night stand. She’s not part of the harem, and Arthur would have every right to be mad if we crossed that line.” 

“She’s a cunt.” Kelly said. “Isn’t that right?” She brought her face closer to Lynn’s, and Lynn gulped. 

“I–” Lynn stammered. “I–” Admitting her fantasies to Kelly would be tantamount to surrendering the war. Losing a battle and apologizing to Mindy? Fine. She could handle that. She still had weapons in reserve, and she could fight another day. Telling Kelly the truth? That she wanted Kelly to use and abuse her in every filthy manner they could imagine? That’d be giving up, even if doing it would piss Arthur off, which was a victory in itself. 

Kelly laughed and clamped her hand around Lynn’s face, making her lips pucker. “Admit it, cunt. Admit that you fingered yourself into oblivion earlier today just thinking of me. That it wasn’t the first time, either.” 

Lynn gulped, squirming as she clamped her hands around Kelly’s wrist, but not forcing her hand away. 

“Kelly,” Kat said, her voice full of warning. “This isn’t cool or funny.” 

Kelly ignored Kat, staring directly into Lynn’s eyes. “If I told you to call me Mistress, would you do it? Would you be the group’s bitch tonight and serve us like a good cunt?” 

“I–” Lynn stammered again, unsure of whether she was dreaming or if this was really happening. Her imagination had been particularly cruel and hot over the last few days. Her desire for that exact scenario roared within her, nearly matching the volume of her roar of rage. The desire to punch Kelly directly in the face matched her desire to press her lips against Kelly’s soft, slightly parted lips. “I–” 

“The safe word is red light,” Kelly said, grinning. “If you say red light, the game will stop, and we’ll leave. Do you want the game to stop?” 

Lynn didn’t answer; she couldn’t. Paralysis took her brain. 

“Do you want to see how far you’ll go just to please your mistress, you cunt?” Kelly asked. 

Lynn didn’t answer, but the blush on her face turned scarlet, and she surged forward. Even she didn’t know if she was supposed to kiss Kelly or knock her away, but her desire was irrelevant. Neither motivation had the chance to become reality. 

Kelly pulled away like shit was flying at her face and slapped Lynn away. Her open palm struck Lynn’s cheek, causing the woman to stumble as the person she’d been attempting to seize disappeared from reach. 

“Oh my god,” Katelyn said, her voice carrying the disbelief inherent in shock. “Did she really just try to kiss you?” 

“This is so fucked up!” Kat yelled. “I’m telling Arthur!” 

“Fuck you!” Lynn spat, holding her cheek, though it wasn’t clear whether she meant it for Kelly or Kat. She muttered something in Spanish, of which Kat only caught a word, “I was trying to push her, not kiss her. Puta.”

Kat threw her hands in the air. “Seriously, Kelly. Stop fucking around with Lynn and let’s just eat dinner. Hell, let’s take it to go and leave. We got what we came for. You, Rani, Katelyn, Mindy, and I can eat at my place. We’ll watch a movie or something!”

“Our place is closer,” Katelyn said, supporting Kat’s suggestion. “Should we tell Arthur we’re leaving?” 

“We should definitely tell him about what’s happened before we go,” Kat said, nodding.  

“No need to get Arthur involved,” Kelly said, her voice firm and trying to appear calm. “No one is going to let Lynn ruin his night tonight. She’s done enough damage to him. We can handle this between us girls. Right, cunt?” 

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Kat argued. “It’s going too far.” 

“No, I’m not, and no, it isn’t,” Kelly said. “Besides, Lynn wants this. Don’t you, cunt?” 

Lynn swallowed, the heat on her face matching the heat from Kelly’s palm. “Fuck you and your whores.” 

“Oh, you’d love to fuck me and my girlfriends, wouldn’t you, cunt?” Kelly asked. “Admit it.” 

Kat’s eyes flared wide. 

“Kat, maybe we should–” Katelyn tried to say something, but Kat cut her off by accident. Katelyn was far too timid, and Kat was too bold.

“Come on, Kelly!” Kat demanded. “How would Arthur feel about this? He’d hate this! There’s no way he’d trust Lynn grovelling and submitting to whatever you ask. He wouldn’t want you domming her. It doesn’t matter what she wants.” 

“Should we ask him?” Katelyn asked, backing Kat up. “He’s inside, right? We could go ask him.” 

“And if this gets sexual, that’s definitely a violation of his trust.” Kat pressed. “It’s against the rules!” 

“This doesn’t break the harem rules,” Kelly said. “We’re allowed to play with each other, remember?” 

“Yeah, but Lynn’s not one of us. She’s not part of that. She’s a monster, and she’ll turn on us the first chance she gets. Hell, even now she’s probably plotting how to ruin your life for this.” Kat said. “This is why Arthur wanted us to stay away from her. You’re letting your anger for what she did to him get in the way of the plan, and it’s going to end up fucking us! We’ve built our relationships on trust. How can we ever trust her?” 

“We can’t.” Katelyn agreed.

“Stay out of it! It isn’t any of your business! This is between your queen bee and me.” Lynn barked at Kat, surprising even herself. However, there was something Kat let slip that piqued her interest. An unintentional word her brain took a second to process. “What plan?” She asked Kat. “What was your little plan? Tricking me into fighting Kelly and recording it to show to Deb?”  

“Shut up, Puta,” Kat said, tossing the insult back at her. “I’m not talking to you!” 

Lynn’s face contorted. “You shut up. I don’t have to take orders from some average-at-best chica who can’t get any love without her sister pimping for her.” 

Katelyn gasped, putting her hand on Kat’s shoulder. Kat didn’t seem to need the encouragement, though. 

“I might be less hot than you, but I can fuck Arthur any time I want,” Kat said, her voice calm and cold. “He’s my boyfriend. Hell, if I were into girls, Kelly would even be my girlfriend, not yours. Meanwhile, the only lover you’ll ever have is battery-powered because no one will ever love you. Not even your parents want you around them. You’re a monster who will live and die alone, and you fuckin’ deserve it, Puta.” 

Lynn’s anger boiled, bubbling with every word Kat spoke, and when she opened her mouth to spit back a witty retort, all that left her lips was a cry of rage. Last time, Kelly had intervened; this time, Kat didn’t give her the chance. The short woman in the red one-piece bathing suit grabbed for Lynn as Lynn grabbed for her, and the two of them clashed. Hands flew, cries rose, and they both fell sideways, into the pool.

The splash tossed water everywhere, making Katelyn shriek as she raised her hands to block the splash. Kelly yelled as well, trying to catch Kat before she fell in. A naked Mindy came running out of the basement to see what was happening, with a bottomless Rani running after her.

Lynn rose from the water, sputtering and gasping as she clawed at Kat. Kat clawed her in return, until Lynn struck her hard in the face with her elbow. Kat released Lynn to float away, holding her nose. Blood poured into the water, creating a red liquid cloud that darkened the pool. 

“Kat!” Katelyn yelled. 

“I’ll get Arthur!” Mindy cried and ran across the patio toward the kitchen. 

Lynn clawed her way to the edge, pushing herself out of the pool. 

Rani jumped into the pool, ignoring Lynn, and waded straight to Kat to help her stand upright and check if Lynn had broken her nose.

The water was only waist-deep, and once Kat got her long legs under her, she was fine, but she’d gone under, and her nose was bleeding on her hands, suit, and the water around her. She had her hands clamped over it, trying to stem the tide. 

Kelly tried to stop Lynn from entering the house by force, facing her with her hands raised. This time, however, Lynn knew better than to fight fair. She spat the mouthful of pool water she’d been saving. The chlorine water jettisoned in a direct line for Kelly’s eyes and hit. 

Kelly ducked and wiped at her eyes, but it was too late. Her cry of stinging pain cut off a moment later as Lynn kneed her in the stomach and pushed her aside. Katelyn tried to grab Lynn’s arm to stop her, but with only one good arm and weighing far less, it only took one good kick from Lynn to send Katelyn sailing into the deep end. 

With her enemies defeated, Lynn stormed into the house following Mindy’s path. All of this, the entire night, was Arthur’s fault. Now Mindy was running to him like he was their knight in shining armor? No. He was nothing but a pathetic waste, and she was tired of everyone taking his side and him telling some sob story about how she was mean to him and so she deserved all this shit. The vitriol from Kelly, the hatred of the others, the loneliness, the isolation, the uncertain future, the expulsion, her parents putting her on a budget, she didn’t deserve any of it, and fuck them for making her feel like she did. 

She would talk to Arthur, and he was going to listen, even if she had to scream in his face until her throat burned. 

Her wet footsteps in the kitchen smacked as she stomped through, hearing the raised voices in what must have been the movie room. Lynn entered the hallway and ran through it, stopping in surprise when she reached the scene. The shock stopped her accelerating anger in the same way a windshield stops a fly. What she saw scattered her brain until it caught up to what her eyes were seeing.

~~~

Mark and Maria returned from their time outside to see Selene in a standing split, fucking herself against Arthur, who stood with one arm hugging her leg against his chest and the other groping her breast. He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned like a whore. She pushed against the couch, and Arthur thrust into her, meeting her efforts with his own. What had started as slow and steady had grown into furious effort, with Selene’s cries of pleasure punctuating every thrust. Brad and Jen cuddled on the sofa, gently masturbating each other while they watched Selene and Arthur, distracted by their intensity and Mark and Maria’s arrival. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” Maria said, clutching Mark’s hand as he dropped it from her collar. 

Arthur grunted, his leg muscles flexing as Selene strained in the effort of tightening her core muscles. They watched him explode inside of her, emptying himself into her until she overflowed, their mingled juices spreading across her thighs as he withdrew from her. 

Selene dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock. He’d already finished inside her, but she cleaned him, sucking her juices from his length and licking him clean in the spots she might’ve missed. The others watched, with Brad and Jen shifting to peer over the edge of the sofa to see. 

“Wow,” Maria said, looking at Arthur as she licked her lips. “Sploosh.” 

Arthur laughed at the reference, which broke the spell in its way. His sharp bark of laughter made the others look at each other and register what Maria had said. They chuckled, shaking their heads as they recovered from the scene. 

“Can I call next?” Maria asked, raising her eyebrow as she lowered her eyes to Arthur’s cock stuffed into Selene’s throat. Still hard, and seemingly ready for the next pussy in line. 

Arthur ignored her. He gestured toward Mark, who looked confused for a second, and then realized he was holding the briefcase. 

“Oh, right,” Mark said, stepping forward and offering Arthur the briefcase over Selene’s head. She remained on her knees, sucking Arthur like she was trying to save his life. Arthur opened the briefcase, holding it with one arm while his other hand picked through the contents. He pulled out a long, black leather paddle and offered the briefcase back to Mark, who took it and set it against the edge of the couch. 

“Are you ready for your punishment, Slut?” Arthur asked, looking down past the paddle to Selene as her blue eyes gazed up at him with eager anticipation. 

Reluctantly, she released his cock and sat back between her heels, pressing her palms flat to the floor between her thighs. He was going to have to clean the carpet. Oh well, he’d punish Selene for it later, but maybe that was why she’d pressed her sex-slick pussy directly against the floor. 

“Yes, please, Master,” Selene said, bowing her head. “How do you want me?” 

“Nadu, slave,” Arthur said, much to the others’ confusion. The confusion didn’t end when Selene took the pose, bringing her legs under her rather than beside her. She knelt, spreading her legs wide as she did so, straightening her spine, bowing her head, and setting her hands on the middle of her thighs, palms up. It was an extremely explicit position when she was naked.  

“This is the Nadu pose,” Arthur said, turning to Brad and Mark. “It’s a good position for your slaves to take. When they’re naked, it’s very visually appealing, and it gives you access to whatever part of them you might need.” 

Maria gulped. “Hotter and hotter.” 

“I know, right?” Mark agreed. “Arthur, you really get into it, huh? The whole role of the Master thing?” 

The comment brought Arthur out of his headspace slightly, but he nodded. “I do my best.” He said, shrugging. “Everyone still okay? Is anyone too uncomfortable to continue, or do they want to take a break?” 

“Are you kidding?” Maria scoffed. “I want you, Mark, and/or Brad, to do that to me. Let’s go!” 

Arthur chuckled, recognizing Maria’s behavior as so similar to Selene’s when she led from the bottom, which he realized he let her do more than he should. 

“I’m good,” Jen said, jumping in quickly. “Do you want me to take that pose, Master?” She asked Brad, then kissed his neck. 

Brad gulped. “The kneeling?” 

“I’ll kneel for you,” Jen whispered breathily in his ear, loud enough for everyone to hear it. 

“Uh…” Brad hesitated, not from lack of desire, but from her breath on his neck and hand on his cock short-circuiting his brain.

“Nadu is also a good transitional pose,” Arthur said, interrupting. “Slut, take the ready stance.”

Selene shifted, leaning forward and closing her legs to either side of her wrist. The result was that she was bent forward, with her head hanging directly in front of Arthur’s crotch, her mouth open and her tongue out, waiting for his cock. 

“You should definitely learn that one,” Mark said, nudging Maria. 

Maria dropped to her knees, mimicking the pose with her back to Selene so that Mark could watch her and Arthur while she sucked his dick. “Yes, Master.” 

“Well, damn,” Mark said. “Best guys’ night ever.” 

Brad chuckled. 

“Why don’t you and Jen come over here so you can watch, too?” Arthur said. “You should know how to spank your slave properly.” 

Brad looked at Jen, who nodded, and the two untangled themselves. Jen, naked except for her heels, cuffs, and collar, had an easy enough time climbing over the sofa, moving to the space that gave her a decent view of the hallway, and dropping to the ‘Ready’ pose. 

Brad followed, hiding his erection at first, then giving up. Arthur was hard and in the wind, and he didn’t seem bothered by it, so Brad followed his lead. 

He didn’t like the placement Jen chose, though. He moved directly behind Selene, standing in the empty area of the other half of the family room. It gave him a better view of her ass and whatever Arthur was about to do to it. Jen crawled over to him on all fours, then resumed the ready position with her mouth an inch away from the tip of Brad’s cock. 

“Stand up, Slut,” Arthur said.

Selene stood, and Arthur rubbed her ass, then reached over the sofa and pulled his belt from his slacks. 

They all turned to look at Selene, whose face was as red as her ass was about to be.

“Legs together, bend over, and spread your cheeks,” Arthur said. 

Selene turned toward the sofa. She bent over and pulled her cheeks apart without question. Arthur laid the paddle on the edge of the couch directly in front of her and offered her the belt to bite onto. She clamped it between her teeth, her eyes widening as Arthur returned to the briefcase, withdrawing the largest of the jeweled butt plugs and the accompanying lube. He lubed the plug, wiping his hands on Selene’s backside and running his lubed fingers over her hole. 

Selene tensed, shifting her leg muscles and doing her best to relax as he pressed the tip of the plug against her hole. Arthur waited until she finished her exhale and nudged it in. Her bite tightened on the belt, and she groaned. 

Arthur withdrew the plug, depositing the lube directly into her hole and spreading it with his finger. 

Selene gulped, whimpering in pleasure as Arthur teased her. He pressed the plug against her and worked it in, pushing and pulling it with regular twisting as if trying to fit a too-large object into a too-small hole by forcing it open, which was precisely what he was doing. 

Selene moaned when it slid home, a noise as base as it was arousing. Arthur patted the jeweled butt plug base lodged between her cheeks, sending shockwaves through her body. He left her standing there, cheeks spread, plug inserted, bent over toward the couch. Brad and Mark looked at her ass while Jen and Maria sheathed their cocks in their mouths. 

“I didn’t think that would fit,” Mark said, looking at Brad. 

Brad nodded. “Weirdly enough, I think this whole night is making me respect Selene more rather than less. She’s really good at what she loves.” 

“And she really loves crazy bondage sex,” Mark said. “Who knew?” 

Selene’s blush turned from pink to crimson as her face grew hot enough to boil an egg, even though no one could see it.  

Arthur returned in less than a minute from washing his hands in the laundry room. He picked up the paddle. “Hands on the couch.” He told Selene. 

Selene released her cheeks and braced herself against the back of the sofa. 

“Spanking is a common punishment for slaves who fail to please their masters,” Arthur said, talking to Brad and Mark as he pressed the paddle against Selene’s ass. He used the paddle to indent Selene’s cheek. “You want to hit here, and here, with the flat of the paddle or hand.” He said, designating the fattest parts of Selene’s bubble butt with each press. 

“The backs of the thighs are useful for some caning,” Arthur continued. “But you want to avoid the lower back. Never hit the kidney area in spankings or whippings. Upper back, butt, and thighs only.” 

“Upper back, butt, and thighs only,” Mark repeated. “Got it.” 

“I prefer to warm them up before getting to the hard stuff,” Arthur said, laying the paddle across Selene’s upper back. “So I’m going to start with the hand, then use the paddle, then the belt, then maybe the hand again, if she needs a cool down.”

“Master,” Maria said, pulling away from Mark’s cock enough to ask her question. “Can we turn so I can watch too?”  

“Sure thing, Sugartits,” Mark said, turning to the side so he and Maria both had a view. She pumped him one-handed toward her face and tits as they watched. 

Jen continued sucking Brad’s cock, making no request to change her angle with her back to Selene and Arthur. 

“I’m going to give you ten strikes,” Arthur said to Selene as he pulled his belt from her mouth. “To start.” 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said. “Thank you, Master.” 

“You’re going to say ‘Thank you, Master’ after each one, as usual,” Arthur instructed as he draped his belt across Selene’s back.

“Yes, Master,” Selene said. 

“And this is going to be the first of several spankings. The hand, the paddle, and the belt. Each set will be ten strikes.” 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said. 

“And maybe I’ll let one or both of the other slaves spank you a total of ten times with their hands,” Arthur said. “Putting your total number of spankings tonight up to fifty. They will be hard and intense, especially with the plug inside you. Do you understand, Slut? You remember your safewords?” 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said, blushing and not daring to look behind her. 

Jen gluggled away at Brad’s cock, bracing herself with her hands on the floor as he gently rocked his hips. 

“You understand why I’m spanking you?” Arthur asked as he caressed Selene’s ass.

“Yes, Master,” Selene said. “Besides losing the competition, and cumming without permission, it’s because you want to, and to demonstrate to Master Brad and Master Mark how to punish their slaves.” 

Arthur checked the others’ expressions. Everyone looked nervous, but excited. Mark appeared to be in a lust-fueled haze, both eyes on Selene as Maria jerked him off. Brad seemed more concerned with what Jen was doing, checking on her as she blew him. 

“Good girl,” Arthur said, moving to Selene’s side. He took her face in his hand, cupping her chin with his fingers and thumb on either side of her jaw. He turned her head and kissed her, rewarding her insight with pleasure. Then, even as they kissed, he landed the first spank across her right cheek. 

Selene mewed her pleasure into the kiss, then broke it quickly to say, “One. Thank you, Master.” 

Arthur released her jaw and turned to face the others, standing next to Selene with her hip against his. He wrapped one arm over her back, holding her in place, and with his other, he started her spanking in earnest. The loud slaps filled the room, echoing, mingled with Selene’s cries of delight at each impact, and her repetitive mantra. 

“Two, thank you, Master!” Selene said after he spanked her right cheek. 

“Three, thank you, Master!” Selene said after he spanked her left cheek. 

He continued alternating between cheeks, her ass bouncing with every clap and a very faint red mark starting to show on her pale behind. 

“Four, thank you, Master!” 

With the plug inside her, every impact sent ripples through her entire body, making her drip with arousal between her legs as she scrunched her face. 

“Five, thank you, Master!” 

Her voice was tight, straining against the mingled sense of pain and pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her and reduce her to a befuddled mess. 

“Six, thank you, Master!” 

Counting became more difficult after every blow, her mind drifting toward that blissful state of pure submission.

“Seven, thank you, Master!” 

They could hear the change in her voice, the lightness, as if he were fingering her and driving her toward orgasm instead of spanking her before her friends. 

“Eight, thank you, Master!” 

Brad, Mark, and Maria watched in awe, their eyes not leaving the faint red bloom on Selene’s pale cheeks. 

“Nine, thank you, Master!” 

Arthur landed the final blow across both cheeks, flicking his wrist just enough to let it sting. 

Her final scream at the sting was loud enough that it seemed to echo through the hallway. Arthur raised his head and looked to the kitchen, sure he’d heard something overlapping, but he returned his focus to Selene to check on her.  

Selene drew her breath in with a sharp hiss and then a relieved exhale. “Ten. Thank you. Master.” She panted between each word.  

Arthur checked the others’ expressions. Maria’s eyes were focused on Selene’s ass, as if trying to find the number of spanks written there. She bit her lip, tucking the corner of her bottom lip behind her canine. Spellbound. 

Brad was breathing more heavily than Jen’s blowjob called for, but Jen seemed to have increased her efforts, eager to please her master with the slapping sounds of spankings barking through the air. 

“Thank you, Master,” Selene said again as Arthur lifted the paddle from her back. 

He caressed her ass, rubbing it gently. “Good girl. You took that spanking like a proper slut.”

“I’m your slut, Master,” Selene said, her voice far away. “Your slave. Punish me.” 

“This one, though, is going to hurt.” Arthur flattened the paddle against both cheeks, the plug in the middle of the strike zone. He pulled his arm back and swung. 

Selene’s legs gave out, and she stumbled as she closed her legs and danced on her toes. The belt draped over her fell to the floor, and Arthur picked it up even as she said, “Eleven, thank you, Master.” 

Arthur folded his belt and offered it to Selene again. “But, Master, I won’t be able to count with this in my mouth.” 

“Sugartits will count for you,” Arthur said. “If you trust her to keep count.” 

“Of course, Master,” Selene said. “Thank you.” And she bit the folded belt. 

Arthur nodded toward Maria and struck Selene with the paddle again, making her scream through her gritted teeth and the belt. She danced again as Maria counted out,

“Twelve, Master Arthur,” Maria said. 

Arthur raised his arm for a third strike with the paddle and stopped midswing. 

“ARTHUR!” 

He looked up at the thunderous noise of footsteps and saw a naked Mindy barreling into the hallway from the kitchen. All play forgotten as the panic in Mindy’s face had him moving toward her even as she barreled into the room like an express train. 

“You have to come outside!” Mindy said, her breathing making her chest heave. Arthur’s many questions flew aside as the directive “Get outside” overrode any other thoughts. 

But it was too late. A chorus of thunderous, slapping footsteps sounded from the kitchen, and Lynn barreled into the hallway in a scanty designer swimsuit. She charged through the hallway, having seen Arthur’s face, and stopped at the archway as if she’d slammed into a wall. It took her that long to realize what she was seeing. 

~~~

“Oh. My. God.” Lynn said, her eyes wide as a naked Arthur stared at her while calming down a hysterical, pointing Mindy. Her eyes immediately lowered to his crotch, where his thick, rock-hard dick stood in plain view. His naked body was hot enough, but a dick that size? “Jesus fucking Christ. If I’d known you were packing that, I’d have been a lot nicer to you in high school.” 

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and the time she took to say them was already too much. The thunder of cries and footsteps behind her announced the approach of Kelly, Katelyn, Rani, and Kat, or at least some of that number. 

In the family room, four people she vaguely recognized from homecoming were standing around. A hot guy was balls deep in a black-haired woman’s mouth. A skinny guy had just shot his load all over a thicc young woman on her knees in front of him, her hand wrapped around his softening cock. 

Lynn wondered where Arthur and Selene had fit into that orgy. Had the others been watching them fuck? The paddle in Arthur’s hand and the red glow of Selene’s ass suggested something else. The ruby-red faux-jewel at the end of a butt plug nearly matched the shade of her cheeks. Selene straightened, dropping a belt from her mouth. Fuck, they were even kinkier than Lynn had thought. What the fuck had these sluts done to Arthur to turn him into a dominant?  

Arthur’s expression toward Lynn shifted from one of shock to pure rage. His bright eyes looked like they might fire lasers at her if they could. Clearly, he hadn’t taken her comment on his dick well. Her little joke must have really pissed him off. Like her, though, his rage gave way to surprise, and then concern as a shoulder swiftly drove into Lynn’s back, knocking her forward. She threw her hands out, catching carpet as she collided with the ground. 

Kelly grabbed her wrist, wrenching it behind her back, but Lynn rolled, throwing Kelly off her. Lynn clawed toward Arthur, but Kelly grabbed her. They started rolling, fighting with every bit of fury they had. Nails, teeth, fists, palms, it didn’t matter. Lynn’s only goal was to cause Kelly as much pain as possible. 

Kelly, likewise, had devolved into a furious, rampaging flurry of violence. There was no calm head or timely strike, but a barbarian rage that nearly broke Lynn’s ribs as she pummeled the woman’s torso. 

Then suddenly, Kelly was gone. Lynn gasped, sucking in a painful breath as she sat up. 

Arthur had Kelly aloft with his arm around her waist, hoisting her away from the fray. She looked ridiculous, hanging from Arthur’s arm with her arms and legs swinging. Kat stood off to the side with Katleyn, with Kat holding her blood-covered face and Katelyn digging a tampon out of her purse. Arthur gave Kelly to Rani and Mindy, who hugged the redhead and wouldn't let her go, while Rani tried to talk some sense into her. 

“Arty,” Lynn said, moving toward him. “We need to talk.” 

“You’re not getting near him,” Selene said, putting herself between Lynn and Arthur with both hands raised in caution. 

“Selene, stand down,” Arthur said, holding a hand up to stop her. She glared at him for a moment, then grimaced, stepping aside but keeping her eyes on Lynn. 

“You would not believe what your girlfriends have been doing tonight,” Lynn said. “Can we talk somewhere private? Upstairs, maybe?” 

“Absolutely not!” Kelly said, striding forward, but stopping when Rani and Mindy both pulled her back by her arms. 

“No,” Arthur said, reaching down to pull his boxers on as the people with him started gathering the clothes. “If you have something to say to me, you can say it here, but honestly, Lynn, it’s probably better if you and I don’t speak, and you go back to your basement and leave me alone.” 

“Oh yeah, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Lynn asked, the annoyance in her voice creeping toward anger again. “You won’t even give me the time of day. They destroyed my phone!” 

“You destroyed your phone,” Mindy said, piping up for Kat, who tried to say the same thing but was busy keeping her nose from bleeding out. Lynn hadn’t broken it, but she didn’t have to for Kat to bleed like a stuck pig. 

Lynn wiped a bit of water from her chest and fixed her top, which had come askew in the tussle. She and the others from outside were soaked from the pool, dripping water onto the carpet. 

“Yeah, that’s right. You don’t want anything to do with me, right? Neither does Auntie Deb, because of something you told her. Whatever it was, you told your girlfriends, too? That’s why they hate me so much? What the fuck have you been telling people, huh?” Lynn asked, striding forward to stare into Arthur’s eyes because his dick was too distracting. “Why do all of your little girlfriends hate me for no reason?” 

“No reason?” Rani asked, incredulous. 

“I’m not talking to you!” Lynn screamed. “EVERYONE SHUT UP BUT ARTY! I WANT TO HEAR IT FROM HIM!” 

Lynn thrust her finger into his chest and glared up at the tall, broad, naked, muscular man standing before her. A far cry from the “Arty” she knew. She hadn’t even recognized him in the hot tub when they’d reunited. “Is this because of the football team?” 

Arthur held her gaze as if shocked at her question. The look in his eyes was angry, but he also looked like he was on the verge of tears. He might have the body of a god now, but he was still a softy. 

“It’s because of what happened before the football team,” Arthur said, his voice tight. 

“Before the football team? In the motel room? When you couldn’t get it up?” Lynn asked. 

Arthur didn’t react, but a sudden shriek of fury from somewhere to the right made Lynn turn just in time to see a naked blonde woman pouncing toward her like a cat, claws extended. 

Selene landed on Lynn and bit down, hard, on the soft flesh of her ear. Lynn screamed from the shock and pain of Selene scratching her face, biting her ear, slamming her in the stomach, and knocking her to the ground. 

“Selene!” Arthur’s voice boomed, and he tried to scoop Selene off Lynn the way he had Kelly, but she wasn’t having it. She clung to Lynn like her life depended on it, and Arthur's yanking at her only caused Lynn more pain. Lynn fought back, pulling Selene’s braid and jerking her head back. Selene released Lynn’s ear in the motion, though it was a wonder she didn’t take a chunk of it with her.

With Selene’s throat exposed, Lynn clawed at one of the collars she wore as a way to hold Selene off. She missed the steel ring and the black collar attached to it, but her other hand snagged the lower, brown choker. Her finger hooked behind it, and she wrenched it away as Arthur finally succeeded in pulling Selene away. There was a momentary resistance, then a snap as the clasp broke, and everything went still. 

Every member of the harem sucked in a breath at the same time. Then a sudden silence filled the room as Lynn examined the narrow brown leather choker in her hand.

Selene’s earlier shriek had been piercing, furious, and emotional. It had nothing on the noise she made now. The absolute primal fury in Selene’s cry was the first sound since the snap that made everyone but Lynn freeze in place. 

Selene spun in Arthur’s grip and wrenched free. 

Lynn clenched her fingers over the broken, narrow, brown leather choker in her hand as Selene dug her nails into Lynn’s fist to free it. She bit Lynn’s finger hard enough to make Lynn scream, and Lynn kicked at her, trying to push her off and away. 

Selene abandoned Lynn’s hand and went for her throat instead, clasping her fingers around Lynn’s neck and shaking her with a surprising amount of strength for someone so small. The lithe muscles in Selene’s body worked for all their worth as Lynn gasped for air for the second time that night. 

“Brad! Help me!” Arthur cried, and Lynn realized he was trying to pull Selene away from her. The blonde’s legs clung to her, squeezing her like she could break bones with her thighs. 

Lynn gasped for air and rolled to her side when Selene finally left her. She coughed, choking on the air as it filled her lungs. Selene kicked, clawed, and roared her fury as she hung from her arms, suspended by Arthur and Brad, who hauled her away from Lynn. Tears fled Selene’s eyes like rain, and Lynn had no idea what the fuck was happening. 

Lynn sat up with her hand on her throat, rubbing her esophagus as she tried to catch her breath. The others stared at her as if she’d transformed into some kind of werewolf, when in fact, Selene was the one who had turned into a monster. 

“What the fuck?” Lynn gasped, looking down at her hand. Was that it? “You’re pissed about the choker?” Lynn asked. “Bitch, I did you a favor. This broken old piece of shit is ugly as fuck.” Getting pissed at Lynn for harassing Arthur was one thing, but Blondie was certifiably insane. She’d gone feral over a pathetic necklace anyone could buy at the mall. 

Selene redoubled her struggle to break free of Arthur and Brad’s grips on her arms, even going so far as to claw and kick them in her furious scramble. They held her fast, and Arthur whispered something in her ear, soothing her, calming her, and changing her furious cries of fury into sobs of anguish. She was having a complete mental breakdown, and somehow, Lynn knew she’d caused it. She didn’t know why, and she didn’t particularly care, unless she could repeat it at the store where Selene worked. 

Somehow confident that Selene wasn’t going to twist free of Arthur again, Brad stepped away. Arthur held Selene in his arms, holding her tight. Lynn could see his muscles flexing, not to restrain her, but to hug her, to squeeze every ounce of assurance into her that he could muster. The girls surrounded them, and Lynn witnessed them all coming together to comfort and calm Selene. None of them checked on Lynn. No one cared if she was fine. Even the strangers in the room were more concerned with Selene's well-being than with anything she might have done to Lynn. 

The scratches on Lynn’s face weren’t deep, but they stung. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you people?!?” Lynn cried. “She attacked me! I should be the one you’re checking on, not that crazy bitch!” 

“Lynn,” Arthur said after a deep breath. “You need to leave.” 

“No,” Lynn said. “I want my answers. What the fuck did you say to Deb?” 

Arthur looked at the others, then sighed. He left Selene in Kat and Kelly’s care. Kat, Katelyn, Rani, Mindy, and Kelly each had a hand on her, rubbing her arms and shoulders, telling her it was okay, that she was alright. 

Arthur stepped away from the mass of his girlfriends and stepped toward Lynn, his hand outstretched. “Give me the choker.” He said, his voice calm, but firm, which was telling. He wanted what Lynn had. Fine. Then he was going to answer her questions. 

“What did you say to your mother to turn her against me?” Lynn asked, challenging him. 

“I told her the truth about what happened at that party senior year,” Arthur said. “When you–when you–” 

“When you assaulted him.” Rani finished his sentence. 

Lynn laughed. “When I what?” 

“The night of the party. The motel room.” Arthur said. “I’ve told everyone what happened.” 

“You told everyone that we were going to fuck, but you couldn’t get it up, so I had to use your limp dick to take care of myself?” Lynn asked. 

Arthur closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His hands were fists now, and his arms flexed. Kelly shifted, but Arthur immediately turned his hand into a stop motion, and she obeyed. Every eye in the room was on Arthur, even his friends who were hearing this story for the first time. Mark, Maria, and Brad had known Arthur for years, but even they hadn’t been privy to this story before tonight. 

“The reason I couldn’t get it up is because I wasn’t into it, and I didn’t want to be there, and I begged you to stop,” Arthur said. He opened his eyes to stare at Lynn. His face held no anger, no fury, but it was clear to Lynn he was making an effort to explain things to her. “Remember?” 

“And even if he had been hard, that’s not the same as consent,” Rani added. 

Lynn stopped, physically stopped, at the word consent. She stared at Arthur. 

He stared back. 

She shook her head. “No.” She said. “You’re twisting it. That’s not what happened. That was your thing, the begging, the pretending to hate it. You got off on the cruelty and the bullying as much as I did; that’s why you kept coming back for it.” 

“No, I kept coming back to you because I loved you and was twisted up in my head about what that meant,” Arthur said, shaking his head. “You solved that problem for me that night.” 

“That’s not what happened,” Lynn said. “You loved being my bitch all through high school. You did. You were always hanging around, doing things for me; you had to get off on it, right? Or why do it?” 

“I wasn’t getting off on you being mean to me,” Arthur said, shaking his head.

“I planned that night for us because of it,” Lynn said. “Angie told me some of the things she did with her boyfriend. All guys love that shit, she said. The… the whole emasculation thing. All guys are freaks who just want to be humiliated. You were supposed to love it. You should have loved it.” 

“That’s nowhere near true,” Arthur said, shaking his head. “Angie was wrong. You were wrong, and what you did was wrong.” 

“Don’t you dare,” Lynn said, shaking her finger at him. “Don’t you dare. You love me. You know you do. That’s what this is all about, right? You love me, but you can’t have me, and you’re just scared that if you admit it, I’ll turn you down or something, right?” 

“What?” Arthur asked, genuine confusion covering his face. “No, Lynn. I don’t love you. I hate you. I want you out of my life, my family’s lives, and my girlfriend’s lives. You disgust me, as a person. You’re vile, evil, and cruel. If I could forget that you exist, I would.” 

“No, I’m not,” Lynn said, defending herself even though her words felt hollow in her mouth. “No, no! You’re twisting it! You’re spinning it around on me! It wasn’t my fault the football players beat you up!” 

“That has nothing to do with it,” Arthur said, clearly doing his best to keep his calm, calculated words even and devoid of the anger boiling in his shaking fists at his sides. “I know what it looked like to them. I don’t hate them for it. I’d probably have done the same thing in their shoes, except I wouldn’t have because I don’t react to situations with violence like a neanderthal.”

Kelly flinched. 

“But what you did?” Arthur asked. “That’s on you.” 

“Shut up!” Lynn said, her anger raging inside her as she shook her head back and forth. “Just shut up!” She lifted her gaze to stare at Arthur, who dared to look at her with a mixture of disgust and pity. He hated her and pitied her because she couldn’t handle whatever was happening right now. 

Her memories of that night flooded her mind, flashing through her thoughts. She knew what it looked like, but no. It couldn’t be accurate. She was the one doing it, right? She wasn’t that bad a person. She did bad things, sure, but only to protect herself and further her goals. Ambition wasn’t a crime. Cruelty wasn’t either. He’d been into it. He had to be. 

“Lynn, give me the choker,” Arthur said, repeating himself as he held out his hand for it. It must’ve taken every ounce of effort he had to make his anger sound that calm and determined. 

Something in Lynn snapped. She stared at the choker in her hand as she turned her palm over and opened her fingers. It hung in her palm, its broken clasp on either end dangling toward the floor. A piece of it fell to the carpet without a noise, and she lifted her rage and tear-filled eyes to Arthur. 

“You want it, you little bitch?” Lynn asked, her voice breaking as she asked it. “Take it!” She hurled it into Arthur’s face like a baseball. It spun through the air, and he tried to catch it, missing by an inch. He hissed as it slapped his cheek and stung, making his eyes water. “And this!” Lynn rushed forward, slapping him across the face. 

Arthur froze at the slap, his face turned to the side as Lynn continued her assault. 

“And this!” She slapped him across the face with her other hand, repeating herself and her blows as she cried and continued. “And this! And this!” 

Everyone watched in frozen awe and horror, disbelieving the sight before them. Rani, Kelly, and Mindy rushed forward to haul Lynn and Arthur away from one another. 

The brawl started again, with Lynn screaming a wordless cry as she slapped and pummeled her fists against a frozen Arthur. 

The room erupted into a chaotic tumble of partially naked people. A drenched Katelyn held a drenched Kat back from doing something stupid, her bloody nose still running onto her face as she tried to join the fray. Naked Selene was crying in the fetal position with Maria and Jen checking on her. A boxer-clad Brad tried to put himself between Lynn and Arthur, while pants-clad Mark was smart enough not to join the fray and recorded the event on his phone. Kelly and Rani, one topless and one bottomless, did their best to hold Lynn back, with Kelly punching her and kneeing her in the gut more than once. 

Naked Mindy hugged Arthur, trying to soothe him as she checked his face and kissed his cheek where Lynn had struck. 

Rani and Kelly held an arm each of Lynn’s as she struggled and kicked in the air. 

Wriggling, Lynn headbutted Kelly in the face and managed to smack Rani’s nipple piercing with her flailing hand. She broke free during their momentary cries of pain, faked Brad out, and tackled Arthur, knocking him and Mindy to the ground in their surprise. Lynn pummeled him, smacking him rapid fire across the face with her open palms.

No one heard the knock or noticed when the door on the sidewall opened. The laundry room door swung to reveal the head of a cautious George Clarke, leading his entrance as he arrived carrying a case of Oktoberfest Beer. “Hey guys! I hope it’s okay, we’re late! I brought–” His voice cut off as his eyes took in the scene. 

Everyone but Lynn and Arthur froze in surprise. George’s searching eyes scanned the scantily clad, the naked, and finally landed on Lynn as she wrapped her claws around Arthur’s throat and squeezed, shaking him with all her might as he and a very naked Mindy grabbed her wrists to stop her. 

His shock at the scene evaporated in the face of parental instinct. “What the fuck is going on here?!” George bellowed, startling the group, except for Mindy, who continued pulling Lynn off of Arthur by her hair. 

“Stop that this instant!” George cried, mostly at Lynn, but Mindy froze too, looking up at George with tears in her eyes. 

Rani was the only one to keep moving, crossing the room and only stopping when she had Lynn completely pulled away from Arthur. Lynn sat, reaching for a target that kept out of reach. Rani twisted her grip on Lynn’s hair to keep her in place. Lynn elbowed Rani in the side, forcing her to release her grip, and crawled back to Arthur, getting her hands around his throat and choking him, crying even as he grabbed her wrists to pull her arms apart. 

“Mija!” The man following George inside bellowed. The word struck Lynn like a stone from a catapult, and she released Arthur immediately, putting her hands up in surrender. “Get off him!” 

Lynn sat back, shifting away from Arthur with wary eyes toward the other girls. 

Some of them recognized the other man, having met him once at homecoming: Lynn’s father, Gabriel Barrera.