by John Ringo
"Don't bother her if she's doing anything important," Mike said, heading for his office.
"Shall I come back with her, Kildar?" Tinata asked, looking at him out of the corner of one eye.
"No," Mike said, definitely. "But don't go far. I haven't got anything scheduled this afternoon."
* * *
"You asked to see me, Kildar?" Anastasia said as she entered his office.
The harem manager had been a member of an Uzbek sheik's harem since she was twelve. She was tall and refined with long, lovely, blonde hair and blue eyes with a slight epicanthic fold. Fine boned with the face of an angel, she could have made big money as a supermodel. Instead she had been immured in a harem for fourteen years with rare opportunities to get out; the flight to Georgia had actually been her first flight on an airplane.
She was trained, and naturally skilled, at managing groups of girls. However, she had few other skills. Since she was getting a bit long in the tooth for the tastes of the sheik, at all of twenty-six, she was looking at being either given away as a bride to some retainer or being sent off with a chunk of money to find a new life. The "new life" would probably be a madame in a whorehouse, given that she didn't know anything else.
The job offer from Mike had been like a gift from heaven. Not only did Mike need a manager, he was far less controlling than the sheik and more than willing to include her in his travels. Then there was the fact that Anastasia was a serious masochistic submissive. The sheik had never had a strong enough hand with the whip in her opinion and was otherwise rather uninteresting in bed, generally going for "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" but not even staying awake for the "thank you" part. Mike was a serious dom and more than willing to satisfy that side of her sexual personality. Then there was the fact that he considered it a duty and a pleasure to make a woman have a good time in the sack. For Anastasia the last months had been heaven. Her only complaint was that Mike still hadn't set up the bondage dungeon in the old cellars that he'd promised her.
"I want you to start working more with Katya," Mike said, waving her to a chair. "I know she's working with Vanner, but I want you to start training her in Arabic."
"I already have been," Anastasia said, smiling. "And German and French. She already speaks Russian and more English than she's willing to admit. I started teaching her other languages to keep her busy. When she's learning, she isn't so much of a problem. And she is very smart. Smarter than I am, I have to admit. She soaks up information and has a remarkable memory."
"Especially for slights," Mike said, sighing. "But that's good. I want you to concentrate on Arabic and Chechen dialects of Russian and Arabic for the time being. Get her able to understand it, clearly, no matter how garbled."
"I understand," Anastasia said, nodding. "Are you sure you can trust her?"
"No," Mike admitted. "But leave that for me to worry about. I'll set it up as a win/win proposition. She can do the mission, or she can run. She won't have enough information to do us serious harm."
"She has been working with Vanner," Anastasia pointed out. "She knows about your intercept capability."
"So do the Chechens," Mike pointed out, sourly. "The Russians leaked it to them."
"But she knows details," Anastasia argued.
"We can change codes after she leaves," Mike said. "And that won't be soon. I'll pull her out of Vanner's section and set her to learning. For that matter, I'll see what I can scrounge up in the way of manuals on infiltration and espionage. I think she'd be good at it. And if she cuts and runs instead, well, then we don't have to worry about her anymore."
"There is that," Anastasia said, smiling. "So, when do I get my bondage dungeon?"
"I'll put it on my construction list," Mike said, grinning. "But this afternoon, I've made another date."
"Tinata," Anastasia said, nodding. "I'd wondered why she was looking so happy."
* * *
Mike laid the red-head down on the bed and leaned down to gently kiss her on the neck.
All the girls knew his tastes by this point and Tinata had changed into a pair of five-inch spike sandals. She moaned and twisted aside as he tickled her neck with his tongue, sliding around to reach for his crotch.
"Not so fast, young one." Mike chuckled, sitting down next to her. "We've got all afternoon."
"That is very good," Tinata said, turning her eyes aside in mock shyness. "I can wear you out."
"Good luck." Mike chuckled again, kissing her neck and then digging his tongue into the juncture of her shoulder and neck. There was a muscle there with a nerve running along it that generally got women juicing and Tinata moaned again as his tongue dug firmly into the nerve juncture.
He slid his hand up her stomach, untucking her shirt and began unbuttoning it. He occasionally just tore one off—he owned the uniforms after all—but this time he was taking his time. Tinata enjoyed being pinned but wasn't into full bondage and still freaked out a bit when he got too rough. She enjoyed a bit of dominance but that didn't mean she was a full BDSM freak. The last two times they'd been together he'd only had time for a quickie. She orgasmed, but barely. He intended to drive her nuts this afternoon. And he had a secret weapon: she was really turned on by giving head.
He slowly unbuttoned her blouse while continuing to suckle at her neck, occasionally putting one hand on her upper arm. The spread of goosebumps was a good indicator of how interested the girl was and this one had bumps to her elbow, good sign.
As the bra came off he slid down her chest, still teasingly, and slowly worked his way around her breasts. They really were quite magnificent, solid and natural DDs but still so young and fresh they were nearly as hard as fakes. They were also quite sensitive and by the time he'd finally worked his way to the nipples, sucking and licking on one while his hand worked the other, she was moaning.
He suddenly reached up and grasped her hair, slithering around so that he was on his back and she was up on her knees.
"Do me," he ordered, pushing her head down towards his crotch.
Tinata let out another moan and slid his pants down, bringing out his member. She began by slowly licking along the base, working her way up with light flicks of her tongue.
He reached past her arm and cradled one of those magnificent breasts, stroking it lightly with the balls of his fingers as she began to fellate him. The combination of her fetish for head and the sensitivity of her breasts caused her to stop for a moment, just shuddering, as she ran her cheek up and down his dick.
"Keep going," Mike said, grabbing her by the hair and sliding her lips back over his cock. "I didn't say you could stop."
He quit playing with her tits and reached around, grabbing her ass and dragging it closer so he could reach between her legs. He slid his hand under her cotton panties and up onto her clit, stroking her labia and clit lightly.
Tinata started to stop again, shuddering too hard to go on, but he had retained his hold on her hair and he began forcing her up and down on his dick as his finger plunged into her slit.
The girl began to rock and moan while keeping up the suction, as he timed the thrusts at both ends keep up a constant state of sexual tension. When he judged she just couldn't take any more he pulled her up, ripped her panties off and took her, hard.
Pulling one of her legs up he thrust all the way into her until their pelvis bones met squarely on her clit, elicting a moan of pleasure and a gasp. Tinata had her eyes closed and was already starting to rock into him as he began to pound. He tried very hard not to concentrate on the fact that he was fucking the hell out of a teenage redhead with really great tits. He didn't want to cum until he'd worn her flat out. When he started to feel himself getting close he'd think about multiplication tables. That always got him to back off.
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, then started stroking her tits as he thrust. He just used his thumb on the left nipple, brushing it in time with his thrusts.
That really got the girl going. She kept thrusting a
gainst him, moaning and crying in pleasure until she came, suddenly and quite vocally, letting out a shriek of pain and pleasure that was surely heard all over the caravanserai.
Mike stopped immediately, letting her get her breath back. He'd been working out ever since he took over the caravanserai and wasn't even winded, yet.
"You okay?" he asked, looking at her as she opened her eyes.
"Oh, yes," Tinata breathed, then laughed. "I am very okay."
"Good," Mike said, sliding back into her. "I'm barely started."
"Oh, God!" Tinata gasped, lying back and quivering as his thrusts caused the aftershocks from her orgasm to crescendo. "Have mercy, Kildar!"
"Not hardly," Mike answered gruffly.
This time he took more time, not just hammering in and out but varying the pace and movement. He would thrust slow and long, all the way in, for five thrusts then pick up the pace over a few more series until he was hitting in a rapid fire he called "bunny fucking." After the bunny fuck he'd back off again.
By this time, Tinata wasn't in any control any more at all. She was just orgasming in rapid sequence, especially as the bunny fucks hit. From time to time he'd back off for a bit to let her gain some equilibrium then go back to it before she could even get a word out. If she could talk, she wasn't fully in the moment from his point of view.
When he got a little tired he slid over to the side, still maintaining penetration, and rearranged their limbs so he could lie on his side. Her right leg was over his left and his right over hers with contact maintained in the middle. He slid her right arm under his body and pinned her other arm behind her head with his left hand. This left his right hand free and he began stroking her nipples again as he continued to slide in and out.
"Kildar ..." the girl gasped. "Please ..."
"Please, what?" Mike asked, slowing down but not stopping.
"I ... please ... " the girl whimpered. "No more ..."
"Just a little more," Mike said evilly, sliding his hand down to her crotch.
"Nooo ..." Tinata whimpered as his finger slid over her clit and started working it.
Mike began hammering her, hard, as his finger continued to work her clit. Suddenly she let out a shriek and began writhing in his grasp, at which point he stopped, withdrawing his hand.
"Oh ..." the girl said, lying supine on the bed. "Oh ... God ..."
"Was that okay?" Mike asked, curiously.
"Okay?" Tinata said, opening her eyes. "I can't see! I can't see anything! I'm blind!"
"Low blood flow to the optic nerve," Mike said, gently. "It passes. You'll get over it."
"That's easy for you to say!" Tinata replied. "Does that mean that this has happened with you before?"
"To women I've been with," Mike admitted.
"You are a danger to all women, Kildar," Tinata said, chuckling throatily.
"So I've been told."
"I think I can see some light, now."
"See, it's passing," Mike said, sliding out.
"Ooooo ..." the girl gasped. "Warn a woman next time!"
"Why? It's more fun if it's by surprise," Mike said, getting out of bed. "Want something to drink?"
"I should be serving you," Tinata pointed out.
"Be a little hard at the moment," Mike said, opening up the fridge. "Coke?"
"Please," Tinata said, sitting up and fumbling to pull a pillow behind her. "I've never been blind before. It's not nice."
"But it's passing, yes?" Mike asked.
"Yes," Tinata admitted. "I can see shapes."
"Here," Mike said, putting the open Coke bottle in her hand.
She fumbled at it and lifted it to her lips, carefully.
"That's good," she said, smiling. "I'm seeing better."
"Good," Mike said, taking a pull off of his own Coke. "As soon as you can see clearly, we'll start again."
"So you can make me blind again?" Tinata asked, laughing.
"If I can," Mike admitted, smiling. "Are you saying it wasn't fun? Besides, you never finished your blowjob."
Over the next four hours he screwed Tinata through three applications of lubricant and various complaints of swelling, along with more orgasms than the poor girl could count. Only when she was entirely spent and supine did he finally allow himself to cum. And it was a hard one, fully curling his toes.
"Kildar ..." Tinata said as he slid a towel under her, gently, to catch the outflow.
"Hmmm?" Mike asked, pulling her to cuddle into his shoulder.
"Wonderful ..."
"Shhh," Mike said. "Sleep."
Mike lay there, thinking about his task list, until her breathing was regular and it was clear she was deeply asleep. Then he slid out of bed, carefully arranging a pillow under her head, and put on his clothes. He had plenty of work he should have been doing, but sometimes you just had to take time to make sure the harem was happy.
Chapter Three
"Okay, buddy, what do you take?" Adams asked when Mike got to his office. The former chief was sitting in one of the chairs with his feet up, apparently awaiting his arrival.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked, sitting down and clearing his screensaver with his password.
"I timed it, this time," Adams said. "Three hours and forty-seven minutes from the first shriek until your door opened. I mean, are you getting black market Viagra or something?"
"I don't need Viagra," Mike said, shrugging and pulling up the spreadsheet on Keldara costs. He'd made a pretty penny from killing wanted terrorists and "securing" a few nukes that otherwise would have left large holes in cities. But the Keldara were costing like crazy and it was just amazing how fast the money bled away.
"Oysters?" Adams asked.
"Christ, you're not going to let this go, are you?" Mike asked, leaning back in his chair.
"How many times did she come, anyway?" Adams asked. "The shrieks were getting pretty muted by the end."
"I don't know," Mike admitted, trying not to grin. "I only counted the times she went blind. That was three."
"Good Lord," the chief said, shaking his head. "So, give. What are you taking?"
"Nothing," Mike said. "I don't take anything. I just don't allow myself to come."
"How?" Adams asked, exasperatedly. "I mean, Tinata is ..."
"A knockout," Mike finished. "A certified virgin the first time I screwed her, pretty as hell, great tits and a tight pussy. I just think of other things when I think I'm going to come. And keep going. For as long as I want."
"What? Dead puppies?" Adams asked, curiously.
"No, mathematics, generally," Mike admitted. "Multiplication tables. What's eight times seven?"
"Uhm ..."
"Right, if it's not right there in your head, you have to think about it," Mike said. "Most people do have to think about the sevens and eights in the tables. Anything that requires a bit of concentration. Something you have to think of to recite to yourself. Just ... distract yourself to get out of the moment but keep them in it. And if you've got a modicum of control you can keep from coming. That way you can make a lady really happy, if you fit even vaguely. If she's not into penile orgasms, there's the fingers and tongue. And once a woman comes once, she generally will keep coming if you keep going. Most of the time they'll say they want you to stop, but unless they're really aggressive about it, keep going. Their orgasams just get larger and larger until they're really over the edge. Simple as that."
"I need to try that out," Adams admitted. "Where the hell did you learn this?"
"I overanalyze," Mike said, grinning. "You've told me so yourself. There's more than one reason that they called me ... what they called me on the teams. When you're doing a sneak at that level, you have to be able to read a person, to know exactly what they are going to do, to feel everything around you. It's not much different in bed. You're a great entry guy, buddy, but you were never as good as I was at a sneak, right?"
"Admitted," Adams said, shrugging. "And that makes you great in bed?"
"Believe
it or not, it's awful close," Mike said, smiling thinly. "They're both about power, trust me. When a woman is that much putty in my hands, it's just like when the knife goes in on a target. There's a reason they call orgasm the 'little death.' "
"That's sick," Adams said, shaking his head.
"I never said I was a well man," Mike replied, still smiling.
"Go ahead and try it on Flopsy, Bambi or Mopsy," Mike continued, listing off three of the hookers by nickname. Cottontail's impossible; cold as the Antarctic. Don't even try."
"She seems to have fun," Adams said, frowning.
"She's pretty good at faking, but not as good as she thinks," Mike said, shrugging.
"How can you tell?" Adams asked.
"What, you want me to give up all my secrets?" Mike replied, grinning.
* * *
As soon as it was dark Mike donned combat gear and headed out to his personal Ford Expedition. He'd ordered various vehicles for the Keldara to get the farm on a more modern basis: When he bought the property the Keldara had still been using horse-drawn plows. Besides tractors he'd purchased trucks and SUVs for each of the Six Families. They doubled as transportation for the militia but were mostly used for farm work.
This was his personal Expedition, however, and although it seemed the same as the rest on the exterior, save for a spare antenna here and there, it was significantly modified on the interior. He'd given Vanner a bunch of money, and the electronics wiz had fitted it out with every conceivable bit of gear that he might need to control the militia. In effect, it was a roving command post.
He punched in a code on the dashboard-mounted computer and brought up current locations on all the training groups. Phase One of patrolling was about done and he'd hardly had a chance to go out and check them out. A group from Team Sawn was conveniently near the north road, while being well out of sight behind a ridge, so he put the SUV in gear and headed out.
The caravanserai was perched on a ridgeline overlooking the valley of the Keldara and at a height to be able to barely see into the town of Allerso which was in an upper valley. The driveway from the caravanserai ran down a series of switchbacks to the road that passed along the edge of the valley. The road was slightly elevated so that most of the valley could be viewed as he drove northward. The crops did, indeed, seem to be growing well and there was a new glow of electric light from the houses. When he'd arrived the Keldara didn't have a pot to piss in, much less electricity. If he died tomorrow, or today, which on this road was a possibility, he'd have done that much good at least.