Wicked Stepdad: Jack Tower Books 4 - 6

by Carrie Breeze

  “Sasha,” the voice sounds familiar but I can’t quite place it. A tall dark and extremely handsome man leans over me. He is also smiling from ear-to-ear. “You pulled through. How do you feel?”

  My arms and legs have stopped shaking but the painful pins and needles and numbness are spreading up from my hands and feet. I open my mouth but it’s so dry I just emit a scratchy hollow whisper.

  “Don’t try to talk,” he says. The blonde woman hands him a glass of water. “Just take little sips,” holding the glass to my lips. The wetness is soothing. I take several sips and swallow. It feels good. The four people in the room hover around me, watching in amazement as they’ve just seen a miracle. After a minute I feel able to talk.

  “I feel all numb.”

  “Jamie will rub some ointment into your skin. That should help.” The blonde is already massaging it into my feet and legs.

  “Where am I?” I croak. “Who are you people? What happened to me?”

  “You mean, you don’t remember what’s happened to you or who I am?” the handsome man says, removing electrodes from my chest and head. His hands feel warm as they touch my flesh. I feel drawn to him. And, suddenly I’m aware of my nakedness in front of these strangers. But, I feel no embarrassment. It’s not because they may be professionals but because, I’m somehow turned on. I like my body and I like being watched.

  “No… no, I don’t.”

  “I’m Jack Tower. This is Jamie, my daughter. These men are Charles and Bob.” Each greets me with a nod or a wave and a “How do you do?” “This is my house. You had a bit of an unfortunate accident. We had to revive you. Do you remember who you are or anything at all?”

  “I’m afraid not.”

  “You are Sasha Moore. You work for my company, Tower Intel Technologies. Last night you had a bit too much to drink. You choked on your vomit. You were unconscious when we found you. Are you feeling better, now?”

  “A little, the tingling in my hands and feet is starting to go away.” Jamie finishes rubbing in the ointment and covers me with a light blanket.

  “Good. Any nausea or headaches,” he asks, feeling my forehead with his manly hand. His touch feels so reassuring. I want him to touch me all over.

  “No headache but my stomach does feel a little empty,” gazing into his blueish-yellow eyes. I’ve never seen eyes like his. So enchanting. I can’t take mine off him. He realizes this and smiles invitingly.

  “Well, I tell you what, Sasha. I think you should stay off your feet until you’re fully recovered. And, while you’re doing that, I’d like to ask you some questions and perhaps perform a few tests on you. Just so we can determine the extent of your memory loss. How does that sound?”

  “A-okay with me,” I smile. While he’s testing me I can get to know more about him. He must be a doctor.

  “Great. We have your own private bedroom waiting for you. I’ll take you there now. It’s just up those steps, way up to the top of the house. Mind if I carry you?”

  “I get a ride? How romantic.” He reaches under my legs with his burly arm. I then lean forward, letting him put the other beneath my back. I drape my left arm across his sturdy shoulders. He hoists me into the air. His warmth penetrates my flesh. He carries me toward the wooden steps and pauses, turning to the other men who are busy putting things in order.

  “Charles, will you have some chicken soup brought up to the turret?”

  “Right away, sir.”

  Jack turns and we ascend a tight turning stairwell. Jamie follows behind.

  “Jack,” I whisper into his ear.

  “What is it my, dear?”

  “Will you tell me what just happened to me in the lab, I mean, before I woke up? And also, why was Jamie performing cunnilingus on me?”

  “Certainly. I’d be happy to.”

  Chapter 15

  About an hour ago,I carried your limp body up the steps to my private lab in the sub-basement here at Tower Manor. My heart pounded with anticipation of your resurrection. I could still feel faint tremors in your slender arms and legs. For, you had only been dead some twelve minutes. But, I could see the rosy hue had fled from your flesh - taking on the pallor of the tomb. My excitement began to build with each step. My penis told me this as it had engorged in my pants. Ah, Sasha, I wanted take you right there on the steps, right then. But, that would not have been right.

  Jamie was in the lab waiting. She had everything ready. I laid your body on a stainless steel gurney. Charles and Bob were there to assist.

  “I want a moment alone with her before we begin,” I said to Jamie, she and the others stepped away to continue their last minute preparations.

  Sasha you were exquisite lying there. Perfect in form. I traced your delicate lines with the tip of my forefinger. Starting from your scarlet painted toenails, I ran up along your slender shin, moving in along your silky inner thigh up to your wispy haired vulva, on up over your mons Venus and onto the flat plain of your tummy. Making a slight detour, my finger perambulated the gorgeous mounds of your large breasts, spiraling up to your pink areolae and supple nipples. Then, moving on, I traced down into their valley and on down to your slender neck and up the cliff of your chin to your pale thin lips. They were slightly parted, showing a glimpse of your pearl-white teeth. A slight curl hovered at their corners as if you left life harboring some secret. I paused to give them a tender kiss and took in a breath of the stale air that had lingered in your still lungs. It is cold, chilling, but, intoxicating. I then resumed my journey up over your small turned up nose, along its slender bridge, up over your smooth brow and across your wide forehead to your raven-haired crown. Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect likeness to Jenny. My stepdaughter, Jenny, taken from life so tragically at my own hands… out of lust. It’s been over two weeks since I had her in the woodshed but it feels like it was only yesterday, as the sensations replay in my mind. Her scent is still fresh in my veins. I haven’t had another since, only Jamie and with her it wasn’t vaginal.

  “Oh my God, father, you’re hard,” Jamie said, noticing my pants, shrugging her eyes. “You must control your passions if we’re to succeed. Remember, this is for Jenny.”

  “Quite right, my dear. Let’s get Sasha hooked up.”

  My lab is fully stocked with all the equipment you’d find in your standard intensive care unit and more. All of my personal staff had been fully trained in the use of all of the equipment. So, they went into action with the precision of a race-car pit team. Jamie hooked up an IV to your forearm. The IV solution contained a special electrolytic cocktail jacked with my own secret blend of neurotransmitters geared to jump-start a synthetic brain. Charles hooked up the mechanical ventilator, inserting a tracheal tube down your throat. Bob hooked up a cardiac monitor, placing three sticky patches to your chest and then he positioned the defibrillator pads. Once Jamie had finished, she helped me he set up the electro-magnetic pulse brain wave activator. We placed three electrodes at various locations along your scalp and then moved the signal generator in place. It clamped right onto your head, looking like a pair of hi-tech headphones.

  “Everything, ready?” I asked, getting thumbs up from both Charles and Bob. “Let’s bring Sasha to life.” We all flipped switches, turned dials and pushed buttons - initiating a chorus of humming, beeps and sucking sounds. Your chest heaved up and down from the mechanical ventilator. Charles and Bob worked in tandem at the defibrillator, your chest leaping with each jolt. After several minutes of blaring flat-line alarms, the vital signs monitor registered a rhythmic “beep.” Jamie and I exchanged smiles. I checked the EEG monitor - gamma waves at 50 Hertz, betas waves at 20 Hertz, and alphas waves at 10 Hertz. Perfect.

  “Looking good. Let’s see if she can solo.” I signaled Bob and Charles to desist with the defibrillator. Jamie removed the tracheal tube from your mouth. I removed the brain wave activator from your head. “Good. Good. She looks stable.”

  “Is she alive?” Bob asked, looking confused because
there had yet to be any voluntary movements, either from your limbs or from your head.

  “She’s breathing and beating,” Charles said, “She jolly well better be alive.”

  “It might take a little while for the brain to come out of its unconscious state,” I leaned in close to your face, lifted your eyelids and peered inside. Your eyes rolled languidly open. Your gray irises had a slightly milky hue but Your pupils contracted to the bright lab room lights. Normal as expected. “Sasha,” I whispered in your ear. “Can you hear me?”

  No response.

  “Sasha, this is Jack Tower, if you can hear me give me a sign. Blink your eyes or move a finger.”

  Nothing.

  “How are her vitals?”

  “Breathing is a little shallow but everything else looks good,” Jamie said.

  I gazed at your luscious figure. The color was slowly returning to your flesh. You were unmistakably alive, all except your brain - the brain I created in you. Was it a failure. I sunk my head onto your soft breasts in despair. If my experiment failed for you, what hopes did I have for reviving Jenny? Jamie came over and caressed my shoulders.

  “Perhaps we need to recheck our figures, father,” she said, with the loving tone only a stepdaughter could have.

  “Perhaps, I did miss something,” I said, standing up, arm around Jamie’s waist. “Let’s repair to the study. Charles, will you and Bob keep a close eye on Sasha?”

  “You can count on it, sir.”

  We walked hand-in-hand up to my second floor study. Once inside, I closed the door, pulled Jamie into my arms and kissed her long and deep. Her petite body felt comforting against mine and I felt an erection coming on, again. She felt it too.

  “Father, you’ve been horny all morning,” she said, leading me to the leather couch. “Let’s sit down and I’ll take care of that for you.” I had no argument with that. She always knows what’s best for me.

  On the couch I sat with my arm around her shoulders while she unzipped me and pulled out my throbbing shaft. She spat into her left palm and began working me slowly and firmly.”I like how you feel in my hands, father,” beaming up at me. “I like to squeeze the hell out of you. The harder I squeeze the bigger you get. You’re amazing.”

  “Oh,” I groaned in ecstasy.

  “That’s right, lean back, close your eyes. Forget about this morning. Just let me squeeze all the tension out of you.”

  “That feels so good, dear. No one knows how to please me better than my own girl.”

  “Your pleasure is my pleasure, father,” smiling into my eyes. I pecked her on the forehead.

  “Know what, Jamie, you know me pretty well, but, ever since you moved out and left for college three years ago, I know hardly anything of your life. And, in the past two weeks since Kate’s death there’s hardly been time for us to just sit down and bond. I think this is an excellent opportunity.”

  “Why, sure. Where would you like to start?”

  “Well, one thing I am curious about is, we’ve done almost every kind of sexual pleasure together except vaginal intercourse. Now, I know you want to be cautious about the pregnancy issue. But, there are many other ways to protect yourself. So, I’m wondering, is there another issue here? And also, you certainly know a lot about sexual pleasure. I’m sure you didn’t come by all this knowledge in class. So, fess up, I don’t want any secrets between us.”

  “To be frank with you, father, there is something else,” she paused to kiss the head of my penis. She licked it, took it all inside, tickled its tip with her tongue, lubricated it with fresh saliva and resumed her vigorous strokes. “I don’t know if you remember much of my prep school days but I was somewhat of a social misfit. I think it was my politics. I’m much too radical for Cummings Cove. That’s why I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of Maine. At Harvard I met Gina. She showed me how to be who I really am. How to be free. We became lesbian lovers. She was way more experienced than me. She’d had male lovers, too, and taught me things like how to give a great blow job, how to muff dive, anal sex and vaginal sex with strap-ons, how to give a good hand-job, and many other pleasures. We even set up a business that catered to fraternities, sororities, bachelor parties, escort services, and many others. Yeah, through Gina I became quite adept at satisfying the pleasures of both genders.

  “So, are you and Gina still partners?”

  “In business, no. Sexually, occasionally. We haven’t seen each other since I moved up here to Cummings Cove. Although, we do stay in touch by phone and Facebook.”

  “Are you happy, Jamie, with where you are now?” I, myself couldn’t be more happy for her.

  “Truthfully, father, I’ve never been more happy.” She lowered her head and took in my entire twelve inches. My daughter is amazing. Her powerful lips exerted extreme pleasure on my head while her fists maintained their death-grip at its base. Working in unison, lips and fists, Jamie drained me dry in a matter of minutes. She didn’t let a drop of my seed go to waste, licking up the last drop from my grateful rod. I zipped up, kissed her cheek and we reclined on the couch, arm around her, and discussed what to do next about your situation.

  “I just don’t understand it,” I said. “We double checked all the settings, all our calculations, everything is right on.”

  “Her vitals are all within the acceptable range limits. She should be… do you think her body has a problem accepting her artificial brain, some kind of bio-A.I. interface problem?”

  “She had no problems before her passing… other than her hyper sex drive. I wonder… her new brain has an unusually over-developed amygdala. A normal amygdala is the size of an almond. Hers are the size of walnuts. Would that cause a problem?”

  “They may require something more than normal brain wave patterns to get them going. Father, I have an idea.”

  “What is it?”

  “Come with me,” she stood up, took my hand and lead me to the study door. “It’s not really that scientific, but I have a hunch. To the lab.”

  Chapter 16

  I don’t know who or what I am but Jack promises me we’ll find out. All I know is that I’m alive, I’m horny as hell and I want Jack Tower. I’ll do whatever he says. That’s my one desire. And, right now, this gorgeous hunk of a man is carrying me up to my bedroom just like it’s my bridal suite.

  After what seems like forever of climbing narrow winding steps we come to a landing. Jamie unlocks a huge wooden door and opens it for us. Jack carries me into a vast pentagonal room. The romanticism of it is just overwhelming. I hug his neck with both arms and kiss his cheek.

  “Wow, this is amazing. This is for me?” Blushing.

  “I want you to be completely at ease,” he says, carrying me in toward a large ebony framed bed with tangerine-colored silk sheets. “What better way to get to the bottom of who Sasha Moore really is.” He gently lays me on the bed. The room has a vaulted ceiling, from the center of which hangs a crystal chandler. From it burn seven golden lights that fill the room with a warm glow. Their rays coruscate off the hundreds of crystals and dance among the the blue velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains that cover the windows. The windows must be open for a languid breeze gently sways each curtain as if beckoning me into some magical realm. A highly polished antique mahogany writing table stands beside the bed. Jack pulls up a winged leather chair and sits down next to me, relaxing, lifting his right ankle up onto his left knee. Jamie pulls a like chair to the other side of the table, takes a laptop computer out of its central drawer, opens it and turns it on.

  Despite the slight breeze it’s pretty hot. I uncover myself, setting my blanket aside, and stretch out nude before Jack. “Nothing to hide, right?” I wink at him. I can tell he likes what he sees by the smile that plays around the corners of his mouth. Being a doctor, though I bet he’s no stranger to naked women.

  “That’s good, Sasha, I want you to be comfortable,” patting my left forearm. I love his touch it sends heat through my body. As if it weren’t hot enough already, righ
t? “Do you have any recollections of the past twenty-four hours at all?”

  “Not a clue,” shaking my head, my right forefinger on my lips pensively. “Well, it’s important that you have a recap of those events because they have a bearing on how you got into the condition you’re presently in.” He looks at me for a sign of understanding. I slowly nod my head while tracing the curvature of my lips with my finger, slipping it in up to the end of its ruby red nail as it crosses the center - licking it with my tongue. Once again he offers a slight smile of appreciation before continuing. “Yesterday morning you arrived at my office at Tower Intel Tech headquarters in Boston. The purpose of your visit was to interview me for a newspaper human interest story to appear in today’s edition of The Cummings Cove Clarion. Towards the end of the interview I, rather obliquely, offered you a position with my company. You accepted by agreeing to participate in an entrance physical along with a battery of other tests.”

  As Jack speaks he gestures rather animatedly with his strong, well-manicured hands. As his left hand swings out over the bed, I catch his forefinger with my fingers that had just been playing on my lips. Jack pauses, a bit surprised but intrigued. He offers no resistance. I take his thick finger and sink it into my soft sensuous lips, curling my tongue around it. It’s warm and salty and so textured. I suck it deep into my mouth while watching his eyes bulge. He enjoys it. He smiles and gives a manly little chuckle and then clears his throat before continuing on.

  “Back to what I was saying, You passed all the tests and were offered a position as subject for my newly designed human artificial brain. We fed you cookies that contained preprogrammed nanobots. They entered your nervous system and progressively restructured your brain. This is the artificial brain you now have inside your head. Afterward, Yesterday afternoon, you drove back up to Cummings cove. Once here you began feeling the effects of your new organ, a synthetic brain that includes an abnormally developed center for sexual desire. Your heightened state of sexual arousal led you to arrange a rendezvous with a former boyfriend. With whom you were in the process of systematically sexually destroying when we found you and brought you here to Tower Manor.”