Life as a New Hire Ch. 41

"Desiree says it's bad for my prestige to be beaten in public," I chortled. "I'm glad you agree."

"Maybe we can spar on the mats today when you get off work?"

"Oh, I'd like to see that," one of the other Amazons remarked. "Weapons or hand-to-hand?"

"I'll let him use a weapon. I'll use my hands. I want him to think he has a chance," Rachel declared. My arm was still around her shoulder, so I knew she wasn't really pissed.

"Didn't you kill Ajax?" the other one noted.

"He tripped over his shoelaces and impaled himself on his own sword," I sighed dramatically.

Since the two women looked at one another, then to Rachel, I knew I'd told the lie well.

"Cáel had an ally shoot a grenade overhead, Ajax died in the confusion, so whatever blow killed him is irrelevant. Cáel beat Ajax with his mind before a single blow was landed. He made his foe fight his battle and that was how Wakko Ishara won," Rachel responded.

"Like an Amazon," the first one nodded.

"With balls," I added.

"An Amazon with balls? I guess you are, but I don't think the testes mattered in that you beat our foe in a matter your ancestors can be proud of," the second one said.

"Well said," Rachel nodded.

"Thank you," I shook her hand. "I'm Cáel Wakko Ishara aka Nyilas."

"Oh, I'm Wynona of Allatu," she answered. She shook my hand, I ran a finger over her pulse and got her to blush slightly. Allatu was the Goddess of the Underworld in Canaanite mythology and one of the First Houses.

"Behave," Rachel whispered.

"Not likely," I whispered back.

"Did I say something wrong?" Wynona worried.

"No. Rachel is my moral guardian. So, do you want to go fishing - I mean swimming tomorrow after work ... say 5:15?" I inquired.

"Sure," her smile broadened. "I excel in the water."

"Good, maybe you can teach me a thing or two," I answered. The door opened at the lobby and there stood Desiree.

"Here," Rachel shoved me out the door. "Take him before he fishes himself into more trouble."

"I understand," Desiree grumbled. "Come on fisherman. Financial Investigations is working late tonight and we need to pick up Italian food for twenty-two."

"Lead and I shall follow," I proclaimed.

"Why do you call him the 'Fisherman'," Wynona asked Rachel.

"Fish - barrel - I'll explain it to you on the way to the garage," Rachel sighed. The doors shut and off we all went.

{7:10 pm, Wednesday, August 27th ~ 12 Days to go}

"Will you still be having dinner with us once you return back to JIKIT?" Europa asked as Lorraine passed me some Cajun rice.

"Every Monday and Wednesday night and on Fridays early," I grinned.

"We are going to be spending some time in Doebridge over the Labor Day weekend," Europa griped. "Do you want to come with us and save Aya from retelling her ordeal to yet another band of pre-Amazons?"

"Aya, do you want me to run interference for you?" I asked.

"No," she smiled. "I want you to train for the Great Hunt. Aunt Katrina says Elsa is virtually a guarantee to be one of the thirty."

"Ugh," I groaned. "That's the cherry on the top of a rather bizarre day."

"Was today bad?" Loraine asked.

"Let me see ... for starters I got to use a variety of weird weapons for firearms practice. I had a feeling I was part of a round-robin, the way they rotated their assistance to me. In the elevator, I was with Brielle and her buddy when we had a security drill. The elevator cut off, but the air handler went into overdrive, dropping the temperature. After a quick democratic vote, I lost my shirt to an impromptu fire to stay warm - alive," I chuckled. "Then we cuddled together for warmth. I was about to lose my undershirt and pants when the alert ended."

"Security alerts last less than fifteen minutes," Caitlyn noted. "I doubt you were in any danger of freezing to death."

"Brielle was under the impression security alerts could last hours, despite my questionable knowledge otherwise from the handbook I'd read. Since she had the seniority, I thought she knew better."

"So now you are shirtless," Europe smirked.

"I had a spare shirt stashed in Katrina's office, but I was required to change during the meeting because we were running late. Oh, and yesterday I forgot to feed some genetically superior white rats at one of our labs. Apparently they gnawed through their cages, broke out and now are in the Manhattan underworld, plotting a rodent rebellion," I related.

"Oh, that was my idea," Loraine perked up.

"Do you sit around the table with Katrina thinking up this kind of crap!" I protested.

"Occasionally," Caitlyn admitted. "Most of those are pure Katrina though."

"Glad to know my misery is a family bonding experience."

"You should be glad to know we care about you," Europa beamed.

"Yeah ... I'll remember that and once you are casted I'm going to absolutely abuse my authority in some serious payback," I faux-glared at her.

"I promise you we will make it fun," Aya pledged.

"You would betray your own sisters?" Caitlyn questioned.

"Sisters are sisters, Mother, but boon companions are for life," Aya countered.

"That's cool, Mom," Europa snorted. "We'll always be taller than Aya ... and faster."

"Only more proof she'll be smarter," Caitlyn shook her head. "So Cáel what happened next?"

"What makes you think the rest of my day wasn't mundane and boring?"

"According to Katrina, you are the best stress reliever at Havenstone since they put in the Jacuzzis. With it being open season on you today, I figured your day was one misadventure after another," Caitlyn smiled warmly.

"Fine ... I had to go to Financial Investigations to discuss my expense account in Europe."

"That doesn't sound all that exciting," Loraine said.

"We were in the pool swimming in the classic Amazon style ... I swear, sometime I think I should go to work wearing nothing but a trench coat and a smile," I grouched.

"Did you make any babies?" Aya chirped.

"Noooo ... I can't have that kind of fun with any employees for another twelve more days. Anyway, they were quite cross with me not using their services and let me know for an hour and ... thirty-six minutes. After that I had to get a reference physical."

"You are as healthy as a horse," Europa neighed.

"Funny Epona," I sniffed indignantly. "You are a load of laughs, filly. After I had been turned into a prune they made me undress again. There was some nonsense about all the combat I had been in had made me shorter and given me muscle constriction."

"That is a good one," Aya nodded. "I'm glad they were being as creative as you are, Atta."

"Who is to say that I'm not being the creative one here?" I winked at her.

"Were your muscles 'constricted'?" Loraine snickered. Europa gave her a thumbs up for joining on the fun.

"Nope, all my reflexes are in working order and I can still salute on demand," I smiled. "Which was good because after that, I worked through lunch with Acquisitions discussing Khanate plans for Siberia." There was a pause.

"What was so horrid about that?" Loraine inquired, as if I had been tortured up until that point.

"We had to do the whole three hour routine on the practice mats. I was pinned grappled and I had something that was strangely reminiscent of a titty-snuggle. I mean ... all that skin-tight clothing, close contact and sweaty bodies was murder on my concentration," I confessed.

"We aren't going to be investing in Siberia, are we?" Aya winked at me.

"I don't know. I spent three hours saying "I don't know" and "I haven't a clue"."

"You are good at that," Europa jibed. I flicked a pea at her, bouncing it off her chin. She was getting ready for a spaghetti & meatball counterattack when Caitlyn's cough brought her up short.

"He is the Head of House Ishara. He can act that way. You are Epona and we are better behaved."

Europa stuck her tongue at me, I returned the gesture and this time Caitlyn's cough was aimed at me. She followed that up by rubbing her foot along my shin. I smiled at her, then caught Aya smiling at the both of us. Then I recalled Aya had set the table ... damn it.

"I'll get us dessert," Aya beamed happiness my way. I was thinking about dessert alright, damn that girl.

{Rhada Revisited}

"I'm home gang," I exhaled. "Ready to go out?" and was promptly shot with a Nerf gun. "What did I do this time?"

Timothy and Odette were getting off the sofa. Odette was taking aim while Timothy left his single-shot where he'd been sitting.

"We are going out. You are not," Timothy grinned. "You have company in the bedroom."

"Man, I was looking forward to ..." then Odette shot me in the stomach with her six shot nerf repeater.

"You have company," Odette emphasized the 'company' part. To me this implied someone who I couldn't seduce with a few words, maybe get busy for half an hour then go out partying. That could only mean ...

I opened my door and there lay Rhada, completely naked, hogtied and bound. She had even been gagged. Her look of hate and loathing turned to ... something else; part fear and part heartsick yearning. Could Timothy and Odette ... really just Timothy ... I loved Odette but she had the combat skills of a Tribble ...could Timothy defeat Rhada so thoroughly that she could be so bound?

Not likely. I'd been neglecting her ... What with being kidnapped, running off to Europe and generally doing my job, I'd neglected her well-defined physique, olive skin and athletic curves. I'd been a fool for letting her waste away while I'd been 'not' earning a paycheck. Hell, I was working too much. I'd played around in college and still managed to graduate with good grades, and it wasn't like I had been hired for my brains.

"Oh, I've been missing this," I relished her helplessness while rubbing my palms together.

"Mmmpphhhh," Rhada protested. It was hard for her to move her body. Her legs were bound above the knee to her shins while her ankles were lashed together and then to the top of her thighs.

Her elbows and wrists were tied behind her back, wrists to wrist. The ropes securing her arms crisscrossed above and below her breasts and looped around her neck. She looked tightly secured. A bit too secured. I couldn't see how to un-hog-tie her.

"Don't you dare go anywhere," I warned Rhada then backed out of the room hurriedly.

"I suggested the butt plug!" Odette smiled as I turned around. I'd missed that given the shapeliness of her buttock ...

"I color-coded the ends of the ropes for you. Pull the yellow, then green and then pink and she'll come undone just fine. I put some ointment by the bedside for after. It will help numb the burn and promotes healing without scarring," Timothy patted me on the shoulder. "Now that you've been taken care of, Odette's going to be my wing-girl at the Commando." That was a gay hot spot.

"Sorry I'm missing out," I laughed. "I'm popular there too."

"We'll have fun," Odette patted my cheek. "You two have fun here."

"Come on girlfriend," Timothy put an arm around Odette. "Let's go feed you to some lesbians."

"You are joking, right?" Odette feigned fearfulness.

"We'll see," Timothy laughed. They left, leaving me alone with my favorite deviant. I weighed the 'anticipation' pathway but decided Rhada had waited long enough. I returned to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me.

"My captive looks absolutely delicious this evening," I leered. She struggled again, nearly choking herself with her bindings. Next she tried to bite thru her gag to no avail.

I sat down on the bed beside her, trailing two fingers from her sternum down to her navel and further still ... into her vagina. She was creamy, torrid, fervent and inviting. I wiggled my fingers inside, coaxing her G-spot.

"Don't you dare cum," I cautioned. "Amazons climax. Slave girls serve at the pleasure of their masters."

Rhada's eyes widened and she inadvertently humped my hand. I could tell she was ready to go. I teased her clit and thumped the inside of her vagina in just the right way to make her orgasm. She tried to stifle some sobs to little effect. She was too needy and ready. I was being cruel ... just the way she wanted it.

"A simple fucking instruction," I teased her tear-streaked face.

Timothy with, or without Odette, had laid out a paddle, riding crop and lash at the foot of the bed for just such a time as this. I went for the riding crop, brandished it in front of Rhada's face and grinned lasciviously.

"When I ride my slave, I expect her to go where I tell her," I studied her with remote emotions. She'd been 'bad' after all, even though I'd not left her much of a chance to be 'good'.

Wack!

She took a quick hit to the nipple. I rubbed her mammary with the leather head then gave her opposite nipple the same treatment. Rhada struggled to meet the lashing, savoring the sting and orgasmically relishing the pain. Wanting to change up my routine, I worked the crop down the sides of her ribcage, caressing her flesh, gave her stomach a good smack and then rubbed it wet between her legs.

I had to get rid of my clothes, so I made a production of it. I stretched, showing her every scar that represented my martial vigor on me. This was the fiction that allowed me and me alone to be the one who could dominate her, own her and trade in her haughty demeanor for her inner war captive. On that one time when we had fought and I had been left kneeling over her, binding her with my belt, she had created this mythology that allowed her to submit while remaining true to her Amazon heritage.

She was the warrior humbled. She was my slave and mine alone. Sure, she'd let Timothy bind her twice now, but in her mind that had all been a prelude to submitting to me. And here she was in the same boat again. She was watching me disrobe. Her legs were twitching in anticipation. I didn't make her wait long. With one fluid move, I sidled onto the bed, raised her right leg to the side and plunged my cock into her sizzling vagina.

Damn she felt good. Five pushes in I turned her around, placing her right knee beneath me and pulling her left leg to my hip. That traction allowed me to shamelessly plow away. This was primal fucking and nothing but. I was using Rhada to slake my lusts and letting her get inside my mind. I turned into her warrior dominant and she lay helpless before me.

Rhada must have felt this, because by the time I regained some of my senses she had had her second climax. She'd been waiting a long time for this. I had to wonder how many times had she brought herself close to her orgasm, only to practice self-denial. I'd ask her later. For now, her undulations and my new mindset sent me over the edge and I shot up into her, filling Rhada with my seed. Vague warnings from Ishara about renewing my House were temporarily ignored.

I yanked Rhada's gag down and filled her mouth with my tongue. My lips pressed down hard on hers. It was a violent case of mouth to mouth with lives on the line. I left Rhada wanting more, her lips reaching up for me as I pulled away. I looked down her body. Her legs bindings were getting in the way of me manipulating her body the way I liked. Sure enough, there at the end of one cord was a yellow aglet.

**

Rhada was on her stomach spread eagle on the bed. Her breathe still came in ragged gasps. Sex was over. I had ravished Rhada, taken all of her holes ... I needed to find the butt plug wherever I'd thrown it ... and made her cry in pleasure repeatedly.

Now was the after-care. I had already rubbed the sensation back into her arms and got the blood flowing back into her numb hands. The unguent smelled like watermelons and caused my fingertips to tingle where I was gracefully applying it over her burned up ass, lashes welled up and angry looking.

"Aaahhh..." Rhada purred. "That feels nice."

"It reduces the pain and swelling plus decreases the likelihood of permanent scaring," I informed her. One aspect of our relationship was the limited skin area I could safely lash. If a sports bra and boy-shorts couldn't cover it, the lashing had to be very light lest someone ask embarrassing questions when she worked out sometime tomorrow. That meant her ass received a great deal of attention.

That translated into very delicate finger work for me as I poured the oily mixture on her behind without causing her more undue pain.

"One day you may need to keep me," she sighed happily.

"One day we won't have to hide," I mused. "We'll leave Havenstone in the same car, go over to our apartment and play all night long."

That was a fiction. I'd done wonders to Amazon society - mainly in the category of wondering what cosmic forces had converged to keep me alive in this misandrist Hell hole. Allowing me to take one of their princesses out on a date in order to submerge her in a secret rape fantasy was as likely as me becoming the next High Priestess.

The only two that had an inkling of what we were up to either actively didn't want to know for certain (Katrina), or had this delusion I was an ancient hero reborn and she could cure me of any dark impulses with her pure love (Oneida). Katrina was the most open-minded and adaptive full-blooded Amazon I knew and we had an understanding that if the nature of my affair with Rhada became public ... bad shit would happen. Oh yeah, Pamela would understand, but her opinion meant squat to everyone but me ... and Selena the assassin was also on the list.

I rolled Rhada's limp body to one side and gently applied the ointment to her swollen and raw nipples and lashed breasts. In retrospect, I'd been harsher than I thought I could be. She relished the attention then and now, and I was as careful as I could be. The right side done, I went to the left before letting her rest on her front once more. That part of aftercare done, I began using some massage oil on her shoulders and thighs where her muscles and joints had been stretched.

By the time I had finished, she was - I thought - sound asleep. I settled in beside her, running my hand through her luxurious black hair now sticky with sweat and down her spine avoiding the wounded flesh. She surprised me by catching me tenderly petting her with her eyes slit open. Rhada had been watching me.

"You do care for me ..." she trailed off.

"If I didn't care about you, I would have told Katrina by now and let her forbid us from seeing one another," I enlightened her.

"Oh ... but you kept us a secret from her," she smiled languidly. "Thank you. I know you value her as your mentor."

"That's one way to look at our working affiliation," I shrugged.

"Speaking of affiliations, was it your idea, or Buffy's?" she yawned.

"Not mine, since I have no clue what you are talking about."

"Buffy proposed to the Council an answer to our issue of the Regency," she eyed me. I went back to plucking the sweaty strands of hair off her back and brushing them to the side.

"Still not me ... what did she propose?"

"That the Regency be a single House head, an Apprentice and a Runner," she informed me. "I doubt we will approve a runner." Rhada's eyes closed as she soaked up my presence and compassionate gesture. "I was thinking I might volunteer to be the Apprentice since ... the Regency will remain in New York."

"Madi would allow this?"

"Madi wants to get back to the Homeland (India) now that the fight has heated up there. She is worried about our sisters going into battle. She wants to be there to lead them," she confessed.

"What about you? What do you want, Rhada?"

"I want to ... serve my people ..."

"And be close to me?" I inquired. She looked away. "I'd like that. Besides, I'm getting into danger all the time, so no place near me is safe. You will have plenty of chances to fight for the Host by staying here."

"Surely?" she turned back to me. "I should have thought of that. I would like to stay ... to fight by your side, Slayer of Ajax." More unwanted glory.