A Place for the Broken Ch. 07

They'd been settled into the homestead for just over 2 months. Junior and his family came over to celebrated the 4th of July. James had ribs on the smoker, and cooked the obligatory burgers and dogs on the grill. Ann brought her homemade Mac & cheese while Sam slow cooked some bbq baked beans, and sweet corn on the cob.

Cindy and Shelly were fast becoming friends, Shelly was a couple months older than Cindy having celebrated her birthday in May, while Cindy's thirteenth was in early September. The girls had spent a good portion of the summer in the pool, or the game room, but they really bonded out on the rifle range. Shelly was an aspiring hunter being trained by her father and Cindy was proving to be a crack shot. With James' sniper experience, he was an ideal instructor for Cindy. He already knew he would have to buy her a rifle for deer season.

Ann and Sam on the other hand were taking some time to warm up to each other. Truth be told it was entirely Ann. It wasn't that Ann disliked Samantha, the problem was, she was afraid Sam was taking advantage of Jimmy. Ann had know Jimmy since his time with Patricia when Junior first started working with them on the homestead. She wasn't really friends with Patricia, they had nothing in common. Pat was an upper class, highly educated career focused woman. Ann was a simple country girl that barely made it through high school. Where Jimmy and Junior were both Marines through and through, their friendship seemed inevitable, Ann and Pat's was relationship was circumstantial. But when Pat died, Ann saw the light leave Jimmy's eyes. She saw how the house plans changed as much as he had, and it broke her heart. Jimmy was an honest to God, good man. But Pat's death broke him. She respected Jimmy's request to be called James, it pained her to say so, but she had to agree, Jimmy died with Pat that day.

Now, how did this 20 something hillbilly chick with a teen aged kid had latched onto him she really didn't understand. Junior had told her the story about Cindy being his foster kid years ago, but in Ann's mind that was a strike against Samantha. She had to admit it, the light had returned to Jimmy's eyes, and damnit her southern charm had already won Junior over and he had told her to get over her damn self and give the girl a chance. Well she was trying and throughout the day they spent together on the Fourth, Ann seemed to turn a corner and finally accept that Sam was now James' woman, and she was actually a genuinely sweet and kind woman. At the end of the night, their goodbye hug was honest and warm.

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About a week later Samantha sat at the kitchen table, her hands shaking as she hung up the phone. Anxiety hit her like a bullet to the chest. He mind raced in a hundred different directions. She took a deep breath, "Get it together girl," she said aloud to herself. She continued to deep breathe and tried to slow her heart. "Come on bitch, chill the fuck out," again she spoke to herself. Thank God James and Cindy were out at their rifle range practicing. She needed to finish up dinner and play it cool. Slowly she made her way to the stove, hoping the rice hadn't burned. Lord knows she was nowhere prepared for that phone call. 'Thank you, Jesus' she said a little prayer of thanks in part for the near perfect rice, but mostly for what she heard in that phone call.

She pulled out the wok and got the oil heated up, then grabbed her phone to text James.

Sam : It's almost dinner time.

James : Thank you. Back in 10

Sam: ok Luv u

As she hit the send button she started to freak out. "Holy shit you dumb bitch, what were you thinking'" she chastised herself and slammed her phone on the counter face down. A few seconds later her phone dinged.

James: luv u too

Unfortunately she was so wrapped up in cooking and thinking about the phone call and how she would explain it to James, she didn't see the message until much later. She'd been dreading this conversation she was about to have. She thought she'd have a lot more time to plan and soften him up. Even though they'd never really verbalized it, she knew they were both in love with each other. And this would be the first real test of it, unfortunately.

James and Cindy policed up the brass, secured the rifles and hopped onto the 4x4 with Cindy on the back. Along the way she yelled for him to stop and when he did, she pointed out a coyote she had spotted. "Go ahead and take it," he had said. They dismounted and James retrieved her rifle for her. She pulled off her helmet and used the quad as a brace for the rifle. The beast was about 150 yards off, but she got it lined up in the scope. "There's a slight wind from the right, but it shouldn't be a problem. Adjust to the right a couple inches," he said reassuring her. "Slow deep breath.." Before he could finish the shot rang out and beast fell where it stood. James hollered with excitement, "Great shot!" Cindy had never felt so proud. She had made her first kill yes, but more importantly she had impressed Jimmy and that was all that mattered.

James and Cindy came barreling in all hootin' an' hollerin', and getting her floor dirty. Cindy couldn't control herself she excitedly told her momma about her first kill. When Sam looked at James questioningly, he confirmed it was an excellent shot and a clean kill. After congratulating her daughter and and giving her a hug, Samantha ordered them to wash up and come eat. Dinner was a recipe James had taught her, garlic pepper chicken with green and red diced bell peppers and onions over rice. Samantha had never had "Chinese food" before, but she really liked it, especially the salty soy sauce. They said grace and tore into it, as her momma used to say. After dinner Samantha sent Cindy out to the barn to clean up the rifles and put away the brass, as she cleaned up the kitchen. She told James he needed a shower and shoo'd him out of her kitchen.

Samantha was washing the last pan when she felt James' big hands on her hip flairs pulling her ass into his semi hard cock, both hands traveled around her front and grabbed her tits as she ground her ass against him. "Hey there sailor, come here often?" She quipped. "Dances are five dollars, but I'll let you grab my ass fer free." Her ass grinding was bringing him to full mast rather quickly.

"God I love your ass." He growled into her ear as he sucked on her ear lobe.

"Well ya better put that there cannon away, the huntress is done with the rifles," she said. With a nod of her heard she indicated for him to look out the window above the sink. Cindy had finished cleaning the rifles and was running back up to the house right through a mud puddle.

He stepped away and slapped her ass, "Later slut."

Ooohhh, he's in the mood to play tonight, she thought as her face lit up with a smile. Maybe she should wait to talk until after, she wondered. He'd be nice and relaxed... Then she thought better of it, 'No that would be maniputave .... Or whatever the hell that word is.'

Cindy came in draggin' in more mud and Georgia clay onto her floor and caught hell for it before being sent up to shower and get her jammies on. While Cindy was getting into the shower Samantha approached James out on the deck bringing him a fresh glass of sweet tea along with her own. "James, can we talk?"

"Sure Sam what's up?" He replied.

She pulled a chair around to face him, her demeanor very serious and yet timid. "Before dinner I got a call from Lynette." She said searching his eyes for a reaction.

His expression was flat like he couldn't care less. Now she was seriously concerned, but continued, "Remember I told you she got a new lawyer a couple weeks ago? Well seems be he's a right good lawyer. She's being let out on Monday."

"Wow, really?! That's great!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

"I know, riiight?! Buuut, there's a problem." Again she search his eyes and only saw a shred of interest. But she pushed on nonetheless. Her apprehension growing. "Maddy..."

"The baby, right?" His inflection rising, questioning.

"Well they're gonna hafta send Lynn to a half-way house 'cause she ain't got no place to go."

"That's sucks, but isn't that normal procedure?" He asked.

"I guess, but they won't let her have Maddy in there." She was fighting back tears at this point. He was obviously not taking the hint and didn't seem to really care either way.

"Sweetheart, I'm here. I'm listening." He said and took her hands in his.

She took a deep breath and continued, "Do you ... I mean ... would it be..." she struggled to find the right words and finally just blurted it out. "Can she come live with us with Maddy?"

James' face grew stern. He sat back and took a long drink of tea. "I think I need something stronger." He said, "Please."

She hurried inside and poured him a double of his favorite single malt, and upon returning found him seated with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands face down. He looked up when he heard the ice clink in the glass. Reached up, took it from her and downed the whole thing in one swallow. Her heart sank as she plopped her ass down in the chair.

Setting the glass down he turned to her and saying, "Let me get this right. You are asking me to open my home, my sanctuary, to a woman I've never met. A woman with a violent criminal record, though she claims to be an unwilling participant. A woman you, her own sister, hasn't seen in, what, more than two years. AND her three year old screaming Mimi who's been stuck in foster care while mommas been serving hard time." He paused to light up a cigarette and take a deep draw. "You're asking me to give up my peace, and possibly my sanity to help this person. And what do I get out of it? Two more more mouths to feed? Another's woman's emotions to navigate? A toddler running around making everything more chaotic? A young un' for my daughter to play with and care for? A happy lover and the chance to make her sister's life better, and maybe give hope and a good future to an innocent little bundle of energy? Another little one to warm my cold heart?" His eyes lit up and he smiled from ear to ear. "Of course she can."

Samantha was dumbfounded, speechless. He had taken her heart and squashed it only to lovingly restore it and make it stronger. Damn she loved this man. She screamed and jumped from her chair and landed in his lap tears streaming down her cheeks. His face became wet with her tears and the kisses she showered all over his face.

James felt he deserved a fuckin' Oscar. It helped he had been playing this scenario through his head for weeks now. He worked out his plan with Janice the social worker and his attorney. Crossing state lines had complicated things immensely. In addition to Janice and her counterpart in the great state of Alabama, it took a team of two family lawyers, two criminal attorneys and a shady character willing to grease the palms of a certain asshole judge and corrupt DA in the "Heart of Dixie". It cost him nearly $200k by time it was all said and done.

Cindy heard her mother scream and came running down the stairs with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair bound up in another. "Momma whats wrong?" She hollered as she raced out onto the porch seeing her mother in tears on Jimmy's lap.

Samantha turned toward her, "Nothin' baby, Nothin' wrong. 'Cept this big lug right here tormentin' your poor momma." She said as she delivered a light punch to his chest.

"Ouch hey, stop it." James mock complained, and asked Samantha, "Well, are you gonna tell her or am I?"

Samantha could barely contain herself, and blurted out, "You're Aunt Lynn is coming to stay with us....." her voice trailing off and a sadness overcame her.

She turned to James, tears welling up again, "Wait, James, she's gonna be on parole. She may not be able to leave, what are we gonna do?"

He gave Samantha a little nudge and indicated for her to sit back down in her chair. "Well, let me think for a minute. This is seriously complicated." he handed his cup to Cindy and said, "Please." About a minute later she returned with nearly a whole glass and a few fresh ice cubes. James exclaimed with a Scottish accent, "Good Lord lassie, are ya' trying ta' to get me drunk?" And drank about a third of it and set the glass down.

He leaned forward in the chair and in a soft conspiratorial tone said, "Alright ladies, here's what we're gonna do. Cindy go grab my iPad." As soon as she returned he said, continuing the charade, "We are going to go online and book a hotel in Montgomery for Sunday and Monday nights. Monday we will go to the Julia Tutwiler Prison for Women where Lynette will be released into my custody. Tuesday we will drive to the Etowah Country Department of Human Services in Gadsden to retrieve Madison. Then we will drive back here. Wednesday, Lynnette and I drive to Baxley to meet with her Georgia probation officer and her new social worker. Finally we will return here for dinner.... Sound good?"

Both girls looked at him like he was mad. Samantha chimed in, "What the actual fuck?"

"Do I need to repeat it?" He asked with a serious tone.

"What? You're serious? Why do you think they will sign Lynnie over to your custody?" She was getting a little angry thinking he was picking on her.

"Because it's all been arranged and somehow a week ahead of schedule. She was supposed to be released July 20th" He said with pride. When they both looked at him questioningly, he took a deep breath and continued, "Who do you think hired Lynnette's new lawyer? Did you seriously think the state would pay the top criminal defense attorney in Alabama to appeal your sisters case and get her off with time served and ninety days probation?" Samantha was speechless, Cindy just stared at him like he had two heads.

"Janice and I got it all worked out. Lynn and Maddy are coming home."

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It all happened just as James said it would. The guards brought Lynette to the gate where James and Samantha waited for her.

James hadn't expected much when the gate buzzed and opened. Prison has a way of draining the light and life out of people, but when she stepped through the gate, it was like the world paused. She was small, barely over five feet, swallowed up in a T-shirt and jeans that looked like they belonged to someone twice her size. The clothes hung off her like rags on a scarecrow, stained and sagging, dirt smudged along the cuffs. She had long, dark brown hair that looked like it hadn't seen a proper brush in days. She kept her head down, shoulders curled inward like she was bracing for impact. It was obvious she didn't want to be seen. But then she looked up for just a second. James was surprised at how pretty her eyes were, hazel, bright and gold-flecked. There was something in them, something deep and tired and raw, like she was afraid to hope. And even though it was obvious she'd been through hell, there was still this softness in her face. Cute. Maybe even beautiful, if she'd ever let herself believe it. She held her arms crossed in front of her protectively, shrinking in on herself as if trying to disappear. James thought she looked like someone who had never known love or acceptance.

Once they were on the road, Samantha and Lynnette in the backseat, with Cindy up front there was a lot of crying, a lot of hugs and then more crying and another hug or two. They headed right to the hotel so Lynn could take a proper shower and a nap, along the way they stopped at a Hardee's so Lynn could have the Frisco Burger and Coke she's been craving. Cindy stayed at the hotel with her while she napped. James and Samantha went clothes shopping for Lynn and to get a child's car seat for tomorrow. Sam had to guess at Lynn's size, and decided to get her a Milkmaid style dress, as she figured it would be presentable enough and could fairly easily be adjusted to fit her. Besides she had no idea what bra size Lynnette needed and the dress could be worn without one. She picked up a nice pair of sandals, a couple pairs of panties and a cotton tee and boyshort pajama set to see her through until they got home. Sam wanted to get some wine, but James wisely said there was no way he was bringing a hung over Lynette to pick up her daughter in the morning. Properly chastised, Sam relented. The sisters stayed up and talked their heads off all night, only pausing for trips to raid the vending machines. The left overs from the pizza they ordered for dinner were long gone.

Picking up little Madison the next morning was another story. Procedurally everything was fine, unfortunately after more than a year separated from her mother with only seeing her for a couple hours a month, made the reunion bittersweet at best. Though by the end of the evening things had calmed down significantly. A heavy dose of sugary treats and some chicken nuggets helped significantly. The trip back to the homestead was interrupted by obligatory stop at Buc-ee's outside Birmingham for lunch, snacks and of course the wall o' jerky.

By Wednesday night James was pretty exhausted, and he turned in early while the sisters again sat up most of the night drinking wine and talking. Truth be told, Lynnette had only half believed her sister, the few short conversations they had about James the past couple months. And to say she wasn't a bit jealous would be a bold face lie. Adonis himself had saved Sam from Hades and brought her to a little piece of heaven in Southeast Georgia. Then out of the goodness of his heart brought her and Maddy out of captivity, and swept her along with the only remaining family she had, to share his little piece of heaven.

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Lynnette had lived a rough life. Her nearly 6 years in foster care was a mixed bag. The first family that took her in did so just for the money and provided little outside of a roof over her head and the leftovers of what they ate. The second was a nightmare of verbal abuse and molestation at the hands of the mother and father. She had run away enough times that she spent 6 months in Juvenile Detention. After Juvey she was sent to live with a sweet older couple. Mr. Jenkins was retired US Army and Mrs. Jenkins was a retired schoolteacher who had taught history and literature. They never had children of their own and had been fostering for decades. The 14 months she stayed with them were the happiest of her life. Mrs. J helped her with her schoolwork as much as she could. At 15 Lynnette was reading at a 5th grade level at best. But Mrs. J worked with her every night, introducing her to a world of fantasy, fantastic adventures and Mrs. J's personal favorite, historical fiction. Lynette began to tear through the Jenkins' personal library. Her newfound passion helped her to blossom and she devoted herself to her schoolwork instead of boys. But tragedy struck one evening, Mrs. J suffered a massive stroke. Needless to say Lynn was moved on to another family and slipped into a deep depression culminating with an attempted suicide by overdose. She spent the remainder of her time in the system in and out of psych wards.

After being "freed" from the system she began her downward spiral in earnest. Her path toward self destruction was filled with abusive boyfriends, strip clubs, drinking and drugs. She gave birth to Maddy just before her 21st birthday and was in prison shortly after turning 22. Throughout it all, her only lifeline to sanity were her phone calls with Samantha.

In prison Lynette was a serial slut. A plaything to the rich and powerful, in other words those with cigarettes, drugs or the muscle to steel them. She was pimped out like a old dollar bill, her face shoved into every cunt that could afford her. And the more she was used the less her value.

She'd been raped in the shower just days after arriving and violated in ways and with a cruelty she never would have imagined women capable of. But she learned quickly that these were not women, these were monsters with a desire to inflict hurt on another human being just for the thrill. After a while she just didn't care anymore. She stopped fighting back and willingly gave up her face and cunt to anyone with a cigarette. At least she was finally free of the monsters as they moved on to fresh meat. About a year in she ended up in a cell with Cherill.

At one time Cherill had been one of the most feared bitches on the block, but as time wore on, other tougher, meaner cunts took charge and Cherill faded into the background. Cherill paid two packs of cigarettes for Lynette. She liked her big titties and knew Lynnette was a willing cunt without a shred of self worth. The perfect cunt slave. Lynnette didn't mind, she was happy not being passed around and besides, Cherill didn't get horny while on her period. So it worked out pretty well as far as Lynette was concerned. Maybe she could survive the next 4 years after all.

When the call came through that her lawyer had gotten an emergency hearing for her, she was shocked. When she told Cherill the lawyers name Cherill literally spit the milk she was drinking all over Lynette's face. "Holy shit bitch, somebody upstairs likes you. You'll be out of here in no time. That mother fucker never loses." Cherill told her.

Sure enough three weeks later she was sitting in the backseat of beautiful black Lexus next to her sister eating a Frisco Burger and drinking an ice cold Coke.

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James sat in a pool side recliner watching the girls play Marco Polo while Molly napped. Lynn and Molly had been with them for the better part of a month and things appeared to be settling ok, but James thought there might be some trouble brewing. But for now he was enjoying watching the three of them play their game. It hasn't ceased to amaze him that the two women seemed to digress into giggling teenagers while playing the games with Cindy. He still found it interesting at how different they appeared. Sam was thick, curvy, pale and had long blonde hair. Lynette was about two inches shorter, much thinner, but still curvy. Her skin tone was more along the lines of someone with a Mediterranean bloodline, with thick wavy dark brown hair to match. There was no doubting their shared genetics though, both in the face and body as both women were large breasted and had child rearing hips. When Samantha had commented on her sisters weight loss, Lynette admitted to losing more than fifty pounds while locked up. Samantha told her she looked good, Lynnette disagreed, but said thanks anyway.

Samantha was a little concerned about how James would react to Lynn. At 5'2" and 140 pounds, her thinner body made her tits look even bigger, she just plain and simple made Sam feel fat and unattractive. James kept his opinion to himself, but he disagreed with Samantha. His newfound appreciation for the thicker things in life just made Lynn, well, not enough woman for him. Other than her big tits and cute face, he wasn't really attracted. But to be honest, she did seem to be putting on a little weight since moving in. After all, she was definitely eating better here than the bologna sandwiches she ate in prison. Regardless, it was a moot point. This was his woman's sister, hands and eyes off.

Later that night as they lay in bed cuddling Samantha asked James point blank. "You think she's purdier than me, don't ya?"

Deep down he knew this was coming. Sam had been a little more withdrawn, and self conscious lately, maybe even a little depressed. "Absolutely not." He answered without hesitation.

"Yer just saying that, you don't really mean it." Her voice cracking, nearly in tears.

He got out of bed, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the closet and opened the secret panel that allowed entry to their playroom. All the way down the stairs she cried for him to stop, complaining that he was hurting her. Once in the room his hand still full of her hair, he pulled her face to his and said, "I ain't gonna play this stupid fucking game with you Sam. You know I love you and I love your body." He twisted her around, smacked her ass hard and continued, "I brought her here for you, not because I wanted some skinny, emotionally fucked up pussy with a kid in tow. I could find that anywhere." Delivering another smack to her ass. "Now you've got two minutes to explain why you would accuse me like this." He let go of her hair and just stood there in his boxer briefs, his cock obviously swollen.

She started crying, "A woman just knows these things"

"Bullshit!" He answered.

"Then why are you always waking away when she's around? Especially when Maddy is awake? You don't think I see you stare at her tits? And today when we was out at the pool, I saw you checking out her ass. Hell this is the first time we've been in the playroom since she's been here. Admit it you're sick of my fat ass an' you wanna fuck her."

In a calm voice, he asked her, "Are you done?" When she didn't answer he told her to sit, and pointed to the overstuffed black leather play couch. She hesitated. He stepped up to her seeming to grow a foot taller and wider in the shoulders. Through clenched teeth he commanded her, "I said sit the fuck down." She did as she was told.

"First of all, you know about my PTSD and anxiety, THAT is why I walk away, it's called sensory overload. Trust me, me walking away is much better than the alternative. Second, I'm a fucking man, I'm going to look at tits, can't help it, it's what we do and I will not apologize for it. Looking is simply that, looking. Next you accused me of looking at her ass, I'm not gonna lie, I was wondering what she would look like fifty pounds bigger. Wether she could possibly compete with you."

As he was speaking he was steadily approaching her. When he finished he was bent down with both hands on the back of her knees. He quickly yanked on her knees pulling her hips off the couch, ripped the crotch out of her panties and buried his face into her pussy sucking her clit and hood into his mouth. He ate her pussy like a man possessed, and as she neared climax he stopped, pulled back and yanked her bra straps and cups down exposing her milky white tits, now framed in a nice bikini tan. "And the only reason we ain't been down here to play, is I didn't think you were ready to explain to Lynn and Cindy why your ass and tits are so red when you put on your bikini."

He grabbed her tits and buried his face into her cleavage as he pinched and pulled her nipples. His lips and tongue finding every inch of both breasts as he continued his pinching and pulling of her nipples. Finally his mouth found one nipple, sucking it in deeply like a nursing baby. His hands now free explored her belly, hips and ass. When his lips finally found their way to her other nipple he inserted two fingers into her depths curled them around to get at her G-spot and attacked it like his life depended upon it. She came with a gush of fluids.

He stopped his finger banging and titty sucking to drag her by her hair to the pillory. Placed her inside and clasped the lock into place. His hands gently played over her lower back, ass and hips. He stepped around so his swollen cock was even with her face, and pulled down his underwear. He pulled her hair to raise her head, her mouth opening automatically and shoved his cock into her mouth. The height of the custom made pillory and the position of her body made it easy for him to slip directly into her throat. After giving her a few short strokes to adjust, her nose was smashed against his pubes. He held her their until he knew she needed to breathe. Then abruptly pulled out of her mouth leaving her gasping for breath. Walked over to their toy table and grabbed his favorite paddle. One side polished white oak which delivered an incredibly hard smack with little effort. The other side a soft plush faux fur used to caress and sooth her battered ass.

He gave her two quick smacks on the ass, one on each cheek. Her body reflexively trying to pull away, but the pillory held her steady. The next two he delivered with an upward swing causing her ass to bounce in an undeniably erotic way. These were quickly followed by two more before he turned the paddle and delivered some soothing. He spent the next couple of minutes alternating between the smacks and the soothing. Her entire ass was red as an apple. He relaxed his swinging arm and walked back to the table, and grabbed his new best friend, the magic wand and a couple velcro lined elastic straps. When he squatted down to strap the device into place, he couldn't help but notice her juices freely flowing down her thighs. With the business end of the vibrator firmly planted against her clit, he fastened the straps tightly and turned it on to the low setting.

He heard a deep growl emanate from her chest and he returned to the front of the pillory he bent to face her, grabbed her chin and lifter her face until they're eyes were locked. In a low gravely voice he said, "You are forever my slut. I need no other. Your body was built for my pleasure, and my pleasure alone." He stood and slid his big cock down her throat. Her orgasm rippled through her as he entered her throat. Using slow long thrusts to prolong his pleasure, especially when she used her tongue on the underside of his head.

With his cock now sufficiently lubed up with her saliva, he backed out of her mouth and promptly walked around and spread her gloriously red ass cheeks. Grabbing his dick by the base, he lined it up with her pretty little rosebud. As he pushed through her resistance, she cried out, "Oh fuck!"

This was only the second time he had taken her ass. The first time she had been in control sitting atop him on their bed. This time he slowly buried his cock completely into her bowels before letting her adjust to the unnatural intrusion. He felt her legs and glutes relax indicating she was ready. He pulled back until just the head was in her and slowly began long stroking her ass. When she felt sufficiently opened up, he pulled out, switched the wand to high speed and watched as another orgasm blasted through her, spraying him with her juices. He shoved his cock into her cunt and pounded her a few times to re-lubricate himself. Her gaping ass closed as he beat up her pussy. He pulled out and slammed his cock into her ass and commenced to fuck her with everything he had.

She screamed as his monster plowed into her asshole, but he was rewarded with a warm shower on his balls and legs. He knew he wouldn't last long at this pace, but since her orgasms we're coming so fast and hard, he didn't care. He continued to deliver smacks to her beautifully red ass as he pounded into her asshole without mercy. His legs were soaking wet from her orgasms. Occasionally when he felt her ass becoming too dry he would pull out and pound her pussy to re-lubricate before plunging back into her bowels and continue his relentless assault. He felt his own orgasm building as she again screamed in ecstasy and showered his balls and legs, triggering his release. He slammed into her as hard and deep as he could go, releasing his cum deep in her bowels. When he had finished he pulled out and sat on the floor exhausted, and hyperventilating.

Samantha was a blithering mess, emotionally and physically. She had gone from despondent to ecstatic to orgasmically exhausted all in the span of an hour. Her pussy hurt from the intense orgasms the wand brought on. She was hoping her ass wasn't bleeding and her cheeks still burned like fire. Her throat was raw and her mouth was as dry as a cracker. Her neck and wrists ached from the confinement and struggling and to top it all off, her knees were like jello. But as she stood there still bent over and locked in the pillory she knew beyond a doubt how much he loved her. 'Oh. My. God. She thought. He did it! He said he LOVES me!'

It took James a minute to catch his breath enough to stand and release Sam from her bonds. When he settled her to the ground he saw she was sobbing. He quickly sat down behind her, pulled her onto his lap and held her. "Oh baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again as he rocked like a child. After a minute or two of this, Samantha came to her senses, grabbed his face and kissed him with an honest loving passion.

She broke the kiss and said, "Did you mean it?"

He looked at her confused, "Did I mean to hurt you? No, I mean may..."

She cut him off, "No silly, about what you said."

He confusion obvious by the look on his face.

"That you love me." She said with the softness an vulnerability of a child.

The confusion left his face, "Of course I do. I meant every word."

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The next morning Samantha woke to an empty bed and a silent house. A quick search found Lynn and the girls out by the barn. As she watched Maddy and Cindy she thought back to a comment James had made about the amazing resiliency of kids. James was nowhere in sight. She called out good morning to girls. Lynette turned to her and said something to the girls as she walked toward the house.

"Well good morning sleeping head." Lynette said. "Damn girl, rough night? You look like you been road hard and put up wet." She meant it jokingly, but when Sam blushed, she knew she hit the nail on the head. "Well damn, James musta slipped me one o' them sleeping pills 'cause I didn't hear a damn thing." She said half seriously.

Samantha playfully slapped her shoulder and told her to shut up."Where's James?" She asked.

"He said he was goin' ta town to git us a surprise." Lynn answered, looking her sister up and down noticing her flinch as she turned to walk back into the kitchen. "Shit he tore your ass up somthin' fierce, didn't he?"

"Stop it," Samantha said giggling, "yer jus' jealous." As soon as she said it, she regretted it, knowing the truth in her words.

"Damn right I am." Lynn replied without any hurt in her voice. "I ain't had a dick in two years, and after all them stories you told me about y'all's adventures, my pussy's been aching. N' there ain't 'xactly a bunch of men lined up here-abouts to give me some."

Samantha felt like shit. "Sorry." She meekly replied. She couldn't imagine being in Lynn's shoes right now.

Lynn continued her rant, "I guess it's fer the best though, seein' as I really need to focus on Maddy right now, and figure out what the fuck I'm gonna do with my life."

"You know you can stay here as long as you like." Sam said, putting her arm around her little sister.

"Don't suppose James has a brother?" Lynn joked.

"Maybe he knows some single guys from the construction crews that built this place. I'll talk to him." Sam proposed.

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James returned with two dozen baby chicks to fill the coop he had been working on with Cindy out in the barn for the past week. She had been watching homesteading shows on TV and begged him to let her raise chickens. They looked up different styles of coops and decided on a mobile one that allowed the chickens to be 'free range' without the normal perdition risks. Needless to say the girls had quite the morning playing with the chicks and getting the coop set up into place.

Samantha pulled James aside and told him of her and Lynn's conversation, James asked her to give him some time to think about it. The situation just simply made him uneasy for some reason. On one hand he felt for her and her predicament, but he didn't think hooking her up with some random local was a solution. Besides, with the exception of Junior, he didn't really know any of the work crews personally. He needed advice.

Under the guise of needing reloading supplies he hopped into his truck and headed into town. Along the way he called Janice the social worker for her opinion. Her take on it mirrored his own. Getting Lynn involved in a relationship at this point was a bad idea and as likely as not, she would end up with a return trip to prison. Janice joked that if getting laid was her issue, maybe Samantha should share. They both laughed it off, but, James thought, it actually did make sense. The more he thought about it logically, if he could save Samantha by fulfilling her twisted need for abuse and control, couldn't he, shouldn't he, do the same for Lynn. He was torn whether to discuss his phone call with Sam or not, but she would want an answer that he couldn't, in good conscience, give. He would have to be honest, no matter how hard it was.

Samantha understood his concerns about Lynn and agreed she needed to do some growing up before getting messed up with some guy. Hell Lynn practically said the same thing herself. But she really felt bad about her sisters lack of dick and wondered how long before she went looking for trouble off the safety of the homestead. Sam had come to fully acknowledge that James not only saved her from Chase, he saved her from herself and her twisted needs. Inevitably she came to the same conclusion as Janice, even though she didn't know of Janice's proposal.

Samantha gave it real thought, could she handle sharing her man with her sister? Should she mention it to James? Would he prefer Lynnette? Would he want a threesome? Could she handle doing a threesome with her sister? Damn that would be weird, but maybe. Could they face each other after, and more importantly, would life become so uncomfortable after would James chose one over the other and get rid of the loser? Or would jealousy drive the sisters apart? Damnit, maybe having Lynn move here wasn't such a great idea.

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Lynn couldn't help but stare as James walked through the yard carrying the box of chickens. After seeing her sister's discomfort this morning her hormones kicked into high gear. She tried to rub one out, but it just didn't cut it. She needed to get fucked and DAMN he was one fine ass man. As the day wore on, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She found herself looking for reasons to be around him. She had unbuttoned her neckline of the sundress and pulled the waist strap a little tighter. What she didn't know was that her pheromones were kicking as her body prepared for ovulation. James on the other hand couldn't figure out why his mind kept returning to Janice's idea. There was definitely a logic to it, twisted logic, but logic nonetheless. James, like most men, is a problem solver. And Lynn had a problem, just like Samantha. He apparently had devised a solution for Samantha's problem, could he, should he propose the same solution for Lynn?

Granted, his and Samantha's relationship had become more than he planned, but it was still based in her servitude in exchange for this life. And by that agreement his word was law. He was master, she was servant. While his primitive brain was trying to convince his advanced brain to bend Lynn over, his eyes worked overtime to check out her tits and beautiful eyes. Through it all his olfactory senses were doing exactly as they were hardwired to do, drive his libido and innate need to procreate. Fuck, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was looking a little curvier today and her cleavage was very nicely displayed in that dress. There was no mistaking the rolling of her hips as she walked passed him. His subconscious processed all the signals and knew this was a woman looking to get bred.

Samantha was not oblivious to her sister's antics, and by dinner time she was on the edge of calling her out on her shit, or pushing James to fuck her. When Lynn uncharacteristically sat on James' left side, where Cindy normally sat, Samantha caught James' eyes go directly to her cleavage. "Well I guess that settles it." She thought out loud. James turned and asked if she was ok, she looked down at her empty plate and said, "Later" nodding towards Cindy.

After dinner Sam sent Cindy outside to play with Maddy. "Make sure ya' ware her out real good Cin. She needs a good night's sleep." As the ladies moved to clean up, James made to follow Cindy. Sam put her hand on his shoulder and asked him to sit, "We all need to talk."

Samantha took care of the leftovers while Lynn cleared the table. When Sam had completed her task, she told Lynn to sit. Lynette was ready to catch hell for her flirting with James all day. But was surprised when Sam took the seat between her and James. Sam then took her hand and James' with the other. Lynn subconsciously reached for James' other hand, which he didn't pull away, his eyes on Sam the whole time.

"I don't know how to say this so I'm jus' gonna put it out there. Hate me if you will." And put it out there she did, "James, remember this mornin' I told ya 'bout Lynnie's problem, well I think I got a fix fer it."

James was shocked by her blatant disregard for Lynn's privacy, but followed her lead, "I hope it's better than mine," he said softly.

"What do you mean, "Lynnie's Problem,"" Lynette said with a obvious annoyance.

Sam looked at her incredulously, "You're need fer dick, you dumb cunt," Samantha blurted out. She wasn't happy with the solution, but like James always says, 'It is what it is'.

Lynn turned her face away from James in embarrassment, "Oh that."

Sam continued, "The way I see it, Lynn's prolly the same as me," looking at James, "Ya know what I mean. An' if she goes looking fer a man she's jus' gonna git all fucked up again."

James nodded his head in agreement, "I've come to the same conclusion," he said, "what do you propose?"

She took a deep shaky breath, "I need to git over myself an' not be a selfish bitch, I reckon."

"Are ya saying yer wanting to share yer man with me?" Lynn asked.

Sam thought for a second and replied, "Willing, not wanting."

Sitting up a little taller in her chair, Lynn said, "Well I ain't gonna lie, I've thought about it."

James quickly interrupted Lynn. "What about what I want? Don't I get a say in this?"

Both the ladies heads immediately dropped to stare into their laps. He pulled his hands away from theirs. "Now I've been pondering this all day since you brought this to my attention and I have to admit I'm... intrigued. But Samantha, there's a few serious dynamics to our relationship that would, by extension, become necessary for Lynn to adopt if I am to agree."

Samantha nodded her head in agreement.

"First off Lynette there's is something you need to know before this goes any farther." Without removing his eyes from Lynn's he said, "Slut present."

Samantha was on her knees in a flash, fingers interlaced behind her head.

Lynn stared in awe. Seeing her sister like that, she instantly knew what she was missing in her life. She missed being controlled and used. Sam had hinted about this but here it was plain as day. Her big sister showing the way.

James continued, "Your sister lives to serve me. That was our agreement. And I will expect nothing less from you, do you understand what that means?"

"I believe so, ..... Master." Lynn said as she made to get on her knees.

"Not so fast. Sit. I haven't accepted you yet."

"Sorry Master"

"First and foremost you need to know, your sister is bound to me for life. The circumstances are complicated, but irrevocable. Suffice it to say, until death do we part."

She felt the cold edge of his words like a knife to her throat. With her mouth agape she looked to her sister who just nodded.

"I would not expect you to make that commitment right now, but all other aspects of our agreement will stand. Without question."

"What aspects?" She dared ask.

"You will serve me. In all things you would be my slave. My will supersedes your own. My pleasure will become your purpose in life. My word is law. It's as simple as that. I will care for you, provide for you and Maddy as long as you are mine. But make no mistake, if you choose to go against my will you will be banished from this place and your sisters life, forever."

He paused to let it sink in.

"If this is too much and you are unwilling, we will continue as if this conversation never happened, but your flirting will cease and you will resume your place as sister and temporary ward."

He paused again giving her time to think.

"Make no mistake, this is a one time offer. If you choose to accept these terms, after the children are in bed, Samantha will bring you to the playroom where you will present yourself."

Lynn looked at Samantha and saw in her eyes the depth of her content and true happiness. More so, she saw the pleading in her sister's eyes. Wether it was for Lynn to accept or refuse she couldn't tell, but she knew this was a pivotal moment in her life. This home, this homestead was more than she had ever hoped to enjoy. Maddy was happy, she was happy. They were both well fed and wanted for nothing, but most importantly for the first time in her life she felt truly safe. But deep down she knew she needed more. He seemed to provide that to Sam. Could he do the same for her? She slipped from the chair to her knees and assumed the Position, saying, "I am yours Master."

Cindy got a sleeping pill that night.