Incest/Taboo Jail Bird

Maximillian Daysome, or Max as he likes to be called now, rolled out of bed. A bed that wasn't his own. He hasn't had his own bed for six long years. He thought last night couldn't get more insane than it did when he had fucked his own sister, along with Jessica, the DA who'd put him in Lampac for a crime he never committed. He had to admit, as strange as it was, his sister's pussy did feel nice wrapped around his cock after so long being stuck in that six-by-nine cell. However, the greatest, and truthfully, the only, part of it that mattered was cumming in Kate's mouth. That was the highlight of the night. He could still feel Kate's lips on his manhood. The way those lips just molded to his rod; it was divine! Although the weirdness didn't stop there, no, his sister, Carol, was adamant that he take her bed, and as his slave, she would sleep on the couch. Looking down at his morning wood, then to the open doorway, hearing Carol in the kitchen.

"Max!" Carol yelped in startlement as his left hand took hold of the back of her neck and bent her forward over the sink. "Fuck, yes! Yes, Master, fuck my slutty, sisterly pussy!" she urged him on when Max roughly shoved her panties to the side. Hearing Max groan as he slid his cock into her welcoming pussy.

"You like that, don't you slut?!" Max grunted as he pounded his sister's cunt.

"Yes, Master, my pussy is just for you," Carol stated, fighting back her moan as she felt his rod surging through her folds. "Master, please, may I cum for you?" she pleaded after her long dry spell, she so needed to cum on his cock again.

"Fine, slut, cum all over your brother's cock," Max stated in a firm tone after shrugging in his mind. The weirdness had already taken place the night before; Max saw no reason not to keep getting her pussy when Carol was all the more willing to give it to him. Max didn't give her time to enjoy her orgasm as he kept pounding that wet hole of hers.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's it, Master, fuck me hard! Pound that pussy like you own it, because... it's yours!" Carol howled in bliss as her brother didn't once stop slamming his cock into her. Her legs violently shook as her brother dumped his hot load into her cunt.

"On your knees and suck me clean," Max ordered. He couldn't keep his eyebrow from lifting when his sister spun around without hesitation and dropped to her knees. Her brown eyes were always on him as her lips glided along his soiled cock.

"All clean, Master," Carol said with a smile on her face. "I have time before I have to start my shift. You can have my ass if you like, Master. I'm here to please you, Max," she cooed lightly up at him as she rested her hands on his thighs.

"Then work that mouth to get me hard again," Max spoke in an authoritative tone. Something he's never done, yet, it seemed to him, his sister got off on it, as did Jessica. Max kept his face placid as his sister attacked his cock. Working to arouse it once again. Noting how she stopped and twirled two of her fingers in her mouth before returning his cock back to it. Watching how she reached behind her and started to finger her ass.

"Master, come fuck this shitty hole of mine!" Carol begged as she held her ass cheeks open while her left cheek pressed against the floor. Wincing as his head eased into her ass, her grip tightened on her ass cheeks as her brother's cock inched deeper into her brown eye. "That's it, fuck my ass, Max! Fuck it hard!" she growled, bracing herself as he hammered that tight little hole of hers.

"You like that cock deep in your ass, don't you, slut?" Max hissed as her ass gripped his cock like a vise.

"Yes, Master, I love feeling your cock in my ass," Carol answered like the good obedient bitch she was. "Fill my ass with your cum, brother. I want to feel my Master's seed soiling my ass!" she begged, feeling Max's balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust of his hips. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt him burying his cock deep into her starfish. His hot spunk shot deep into her ass as her pussy came, coating her brother's balls in her hot juice. It always happened when she was fucked in the ass. While Max wasn't the biggest she's had back there, yet his was the only one that mattered to her. After all, he was her Master, and a slave like she is would do anything for her Master.

Max just stared down at his sister's gaping asshole watching his cum oozing out of both of her spent holes. Walking off towards the bathroom, leaving his sister still on the floor with his cum dripping onto it.

"Max?"

"Hmm?" Max hummed from the depths of the shower after ten minutes had passed.

"I'm heading to the station; do you want me to bring anything home for you?" Carol asked, standing in the bathroom doorway in her patrol uniform.

"Yeah, my birth certificate," Max called out over the sound of the water pounding on his chest. His hands ran over the scars he had earned from being stabbed with shivs and sliced open by them as well.

"Why?"

"So I can get me a new driver's license."

"You just got your full driver's license when you went in, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You do realize it's a seven-year license, so it's still legal, so you don't have to get a new one. You just need to brush up on your driving skills," Carol stated truthfully. "But if you want to get a new one, I'm off tomorrow; I can take you down to the DMV to get it renewed."

"Might as well," Max muttered before ducking his head into the hot streaming curtain of water.

Pulling her phone out of her left pocket when she felt it vibrating, taking a swallow when she noted her mother's caller ID on the screen of her phone. "I have to take this, Max, have fun at work today; tell my Mistress I said hello," Carol said before ducking out of the doorway and the apartment altogether.

"So fucking weird," Max spoke aloud as he shook his head at the life that greeted him after his release from six years of Hell.

"Hello, Mom," Carol answered the moment she was outside her apartment. Feeling her ass trying to return to its original size as she walked down the breezeway to her car.

"Hello, honey, how are you?"

"I'm fine, a little tired, but fine, these twelve-hour shifts take their toll," Carol said; in truth, she would have said anything to keep the fact that Max had not only fucked her pussy, but her ass as well, away from her mother. She fucking loved every minute of it!

"You're being safe out there, aren't you?"

"Of course, Mom," Carol nodded against her phone.

"How's your brother doing?" Carol knew this question was coming.

"Pissed. Pissed at you, me, Dad, everyone in the world. Wouldn't you be if you went through what he did while inside?" Carol spoke in a soft tone.

"And what happened to Max while he was in there?"

"Mom, I really don't think you want to know the answer to that question," Carol said truthfully as the sound of her car unlocking beeped in the early morning air.

"No. I think I need to know."

"Okay, but I warned you; he was stabbed twelve times, slashed eleven times, and almost gang-raped twice," Carol said, listing off the injuries Max had sustained on the inside. Withholding what Max had done to those who had attacked him. Hearing her mother gasp over the line.

"But we were told..." Carol heard her mother breaking down over the line as she started her car.

"I know, Mom, I know. I was there too, remember? Right now, Max just needs some space to get his head around the world he's reentered. You have to remember Max has been in there long enough to become institutionalized, so it's going to take him a while to adjust to the world around him," Carol said, backing out of her parking space. "Six years can't be undone in three days, Mom." Remembering what Kate had told her the other day. Feeling her mound reawakening just thinking of Max taking her on her -- now his -- bed, at least until he moved out. Which she knew would be coming any day now.

"You're right, you're right," Danica -- their mother -- admitted after calming herself down. "But you promise me you'll make Max read my letter?"

"I promise, even if I have to go over to his new place to deliver it," Carol nodded, looking both ways before pulling out of her apartment's parking lot.

"He's moving?!"

"He'll still be in the city from what I've heard, for now anyway, he doesn't talk to me about such things."

"Oh." Carol heard the sadness in her mother's voice as the left-hand blinker sounded off in that steady beat. "You be safe driving into work, okay, honey?"

"Yes, Mom, I will," Carol said, hearing her mother sniffle over the line. She knew the only time she would be getting fucked once Max moved out was to go to his new place and beg to be let in so he could pound her slutty, little pussy.

"Love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Mom," Carol replied, shifting in her seat as she felt moisture forming between her legs.

"Kate?" Max spoke into his smartphone that he had no idea how to operate. It was a miracle that he could open up his contact list if it wasn't for the white outline of a phone imposed on a green background. Also, it helped that Kate's number popped up when he hit the number one on the keypad, if you could call a digital display of it a keypad. He began to ponder if this was how his grandparents felt when VCRs came out. He recounted the times he heard his grandmother calling his father, wondering how to get the DVD player they had got them for Christmas one year, when he was ten, to work.

"What is it, Max?" Max cursed to himself; he should have known she would still be asleep at ten in the morning. However, he was bored, and Kate was the only one he knew on the outside that he didn't want to cave their face in for the words they said about him.

"I'm sorry, Kate, I shouldn't have called; go back to sleep," Max said; the image of her sucking his cock just wouldn't leave his mind.

"Max. You know you can call me anytime you want. You know I won't mind. So what are you calling about?"

"I was... wondering if you wanted to do something, you know, not work-related. I know it's still early..."

"And you're bored sitting in that apartment alone, aren't you?" Max felt his cheeks heating at her soft chuckle.

"Kind of," Max admitted.

"Well, Max, I'm waiting?"

"Kate, would you like to, I don't know, hang out, just the two of us?" Max asked, his hand running down his face at how stupid that sounded.

"As in a date?" Max didn't know why but he could have sworn he heard the smile in her voice.

"Yes, if you would like to label it as a date," Max nodded.

"I'd love to, Max," Max felt his heart flutter at how soft that voice of hers sounded at that moment. "Dilan!" Kate called out.

"Yes, Kate." Came an obedient male voice that Max could hear over the line. Knowing it was Jessica's husband whom Kate had sissified. He wondered if the man was always so weak that he could be so easily broken. The ones who tried that on him would be singing at a higher octave, if they survived. Maximillian Daysome was no one's bitch!

"Get my best dress out and help me to the shower. Max, give me an hour, and I'll take you to the best place to hang out."

"I'll see you then," Max answered, unsure why he was getting nervous for.

"And Max?"

"Yeah?"

"Wear the suit; where we're going, it's a must."

"Okay, Kate, for you, I'll put it on," Max said; while he wasn't fond of wearing it, nonetheless, he didn't want Kate to be disappointed. "Will we be going to the club afterward?"

"No. Think I need a day off, so I'm all yours... if you want me?"

"Hmm... how can I say no to spending the day with a beautiful woman? I'd be insane to pass that up!" Max said, laying on the charm.

"Max, you shouldn't say such things. What will the world think?"

"They can kiss that lovely ass of yours for all the good their thoughts on the matter are," Max stated firmly. Hearing Kate sucking on her lower lip as he waited for her response.

"You really think it's lovely?"

"Told you, Kate, I always say what I mean," Max said, feeling the corners of his lips lifting as his smile grew.

"You did tell me that. Okay, let me jump in the shower; I'll see you soon, Max."

"Don't keep me waiting, or I just might have to find you myself," Max joked.

"I promise no more than an hour."

Max was standing on the middle landing of the stairwell that led to the second floor level of his sister's apartment complex waiting for Kate to arrive. Wondering who she had gotten to drive her to it. Mentally smacking himself, knowing it was most likely Dilan she had wrangled into being their driver for the day. Knowing he was going to have to get himself his own car, so he didn't have to have other people listening to his and Kate's private discussions. His dress shoes resounded on the concrete steps as he bounded down them as a car pulled into the parking lot. Seeing the back door opening, telling him where he was supposed to be; at Kate's side.

Whistling low as he peered into the car. His eyes ran down the strapless, green, form-fitting dress she wore. Wondering just where she was taking him.

"Is something wrong, Max?" Kate asked, turning her head towards the open door.

"No, but, wow," Max stated as he slid into the rear seat.

"I take it 'wow' is good, yes?" Kate flirted.

"Very good, you sure you want to be seen with me looking that..." His voice trailed off as their car made a slow loop around the parking lot.

"Looking like what?" Kate asked, trying not to blush at his words.

"Hot."

Kate couldn't help it, not even if she wanted to. Pressing her lips together trying to keep herself from smiling as that word left Max's lips. Nevertheless, she was very happy that Max thought she was 'hot', as he put it.

"Thank you, Max; I'm sure you look very handsome yourself," Kate replied, running her hand down the front of Max's suit jacket. Yet, in reality, she just wanted to feel his muscles beneath her touch. After last night, dreams of Max taking her on his new bed played within her mind. To the images of her on her knees, peering up at him, her tongue out, waiting for his seed to coat it. In her dreams, she could see once again, and in them, Max was the most handsome man she's ever laid eyes on. "Dilan, does Max look handsome?" Kate asked, having to rely on her little sissy's eyes.

"Yes, Kate, he looks very handsome," Dilan spoke, peering at Max in the rearview mirror. "Mistress?"

"Yes, Dilan."

"Am I to service him as well?" Kate laid a hand on Max's chest, stilling his tongue when she knew what he was about to say.

"No, Dilan, Max is not someone you do that for, understand?" Kate spoke in a commanding tone. "That pleasure is all mine, and mine alone, minus his sluts," she quickly added to herself.

"Yes, Mistress, forgive me for assuming."

"You broken him quite well, haven't you?" Max whispered into Kate's right ear. Seeing that same smile she wore whenever they were at her club appearing on her face. Wondering if Kate's always been like this and her disability just brought it out more to make up for the loss of her sight.

"Of course I have, I am, after all, Mistress Lin of the club Diablo, where all your twisted fantasies come to life," Kate replied with a devilish grin.

"You sure? Mine haven't... wait, strike that, half of them have come true," Max mused, tapping his chin. Also, looking out for a gym on the way to wherever they were going. He could already feel his body going soft after three days of not pumping iron out in the prison yard.

"Oh? And what was the first one?" Kate asked, resting her hand on Max's thigh.

"Seeing you in that red spandex getup, very, very hot if you ask me," Max stated truthfully.

"And the last one?" Kate inquired, feeling the tips of her ears burning.

"So not telling," Max teased, his mirth finding its way into his voice. Chuckling when Kate just stuck her tongue out at him. "I wonder how much they charge?" Max pondered aloud as he turned his head as Dilan drove past a Gold's gym.

"What are you talking about, Max?" Kate asked, loving listening to him talk.

"Oh, just a gym we passed, need a place to work out, and doing push-ups isn't going to keep these muscles I have," Max said, turning his attention to her.

"Dilan?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Is there a gym near the brownstone?" Kate asked in an authoritative voice.

"Yes, there's a Planet Fitness, not a block from it," Dilan said truthfully.

"And how do I get there from it?" Max uttered, looking at the back of the man's head. Knowing he could wait two more days to go to it once he had formally moved into the new, to him, place. Also, he remembered what was going to happen that day as well.

"When you walk to the front of the building, take a right, then go to the intersection and take another right; you can't miss it."

"Thank you," Max said, seeing the man nod.

"Max, how often did you work out in prison?"

"Every day. There were bigger and stronger men in there, so I had to get big myself. Then well... word got around and the fish, that's what we called the new inmates," seeing her nodding along, "they tried to make a name for themselves."

"I take it, it didn't end well for them?"

"I don't have these scars for nothing, Kate," Max said truthfully.

"Were you ever put into solitary confinement?"

"A few times," Max admitted.

"What was the longest you were in there for?" Kate asked, eager to know all about him.

"A month, but so worth it."

"And what did you do to be put in there for so long?" Kate asked, leaning against his shoulder.

"You know what happened in the shower that one time? That was my punishment; wasn't like they could tack on to my already death sentence at the time," Max said bitterly.

"I have to say it was indeed worth it," Kate sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. Wondering when was the last time she actually took a day off just to have fun. Never, actually. To her mind, no one had been worthy enough for her to skip out on work, until now.

"So, Kate, where, actually, are we going?" Max queried, trying not to let his body react to how soft her body felt as she leaned against him.

"Oh, to the Mallard Head Club," Kate mused. "Did I make you speechless?" she cooed when she felt his body tensing at the name.

"Yeah, even I know where that is; you sure you want to be seen there with an innocent ex-con like me?" Max asked, knowing he so wasn't going to fit into that place, and he had no wish to embarrass her at what he knew was a very high-class establishment.

"I'm very sure, Max," Kate nodded, her grip on his left bicep tightened, feeling the knotted muscle beneath the fine fabric that made up his suit.

Kate felt her body heating as the car slowed down then came to a stop altogether. Hearing the right rear passenger side door opening and feeling Max sliding out of the car. Her dark brown strands of hair fell forward as her cheeks heated as she felt the pads of Max's fingers lightly dancing down her arm before his strong hand took hold of hers.

"Dilan, you may eat inside, but not with us, once you park the car," Kate directed once she had scooted to the edge of the rear seat.

"Yes, Mistress, I won't let my lowly presence interfere with your lunch," Dilan spoke in a submissive tone.

"Thank you, Max, that was very gentlemanly of you," Kate cooed once he had helped her to the curb. Wishing that he had left his hand on her left hip when he helped her up onto the sidewalk. Reaching into her purse, pulling out her folded cane, listening to it snap together as it fell from her hand.

Max kept his thoughts to himself; he didn't want to push what he was feeling onto her. After all, they had only met three days ago and given his record with women in his life, he'd rather not have Kate caught up in his orbit. He knew once the lawsuits had been filed and the recipients served, a whole world of shit was going to come down on him and all those around him. Max would not see her character demeaned like they had done to his for six long years. She was too nice of a woman, albeit a very weird woman, but a nice woman, nonetheless. No one else was willing to give him a second chance to start over again.

"You're welcome, Kate," Max replied as she slid her hand along his right bicep.

"I thought maybe, after lunch, you and I could stroll through the lovely garden they have here. I may not be able to see, Max, but my nose works just fine," Kate said when she felt his eyes on her as they ambled towards the front entrance.

"Never taken a stroll through a garden before," Max muttered. Not seeing the gleam in Kate's white eyes she hid behind her ever present pair of sunglasses; her white eyes which were caused by the trauma that had caused her to lose the use of her eyes when she was a child. "Kate? Can I ask a personal question without seeming rude?"

"Of course, Max, what would you like to know? I like nipple clamps; they just make me tingly," Kate whispered in a flirt, wondering what kind of reaction that would get from him.

"That, I have to see before I believe it," Max chuckled lightly. "I was wondering what was the color of your eyes before your accident?"

"Oh. They used to be a very light green from what I can remember. The damage and the surgery to restore my eyesight left me with my eyes looking white to you, or so my doctor tells me," Kate spoke, hearing Max opening the door for her. The tip of her cane tapped on the base of the door. Her hand ran along the handle as a guide feeling Max's light touch on her back as she walked into the building proper.

"Good day, Ms. Moss, so glad to see you again," the host said, moving around the podium. "Would you like to have a seat while you wait on your party?"

"No, Edgar, my party is right here," Kate answered, lightly resting her hand on Max's shoulder when she felt him stepping up to her side. "Although Dilan will need a table, a small one, he will not be dining with us."

"I understand, Ms. Moss, yet we're currently booked full in the dining area. I'll be happy to fetch you once a table opens for you and your..." Max's jaw muscles clenched as he noted how the man ran his eyes down his body, "gentleman friend, along with Dilan."

"Very well," Kate sighed; it wasn't lost on her that she felt Max's muscles tensing up. "Dilan is that you?" she asked, tilting her head back when the door behind her opened.

"Yes, Kate, it's me," Dilan answered immediately.

"You will sit out here and wait for your table; you are not to move an inch from your seat. Am I clear?" Kate said in a commanding tone.

"Yes, Kate, I understand," Dilan said with a bowed head.

"You behave yourself, and I might let you have a little treat later," Kate said, forcing Dilan to peer up at her once he had placed his chin in her hand, the subservient male that he was to his Mistress.

"Yes, Kate, thank you, Mistress," Dilan whispered the last part.

"We'll be at the bar when our table opens up," Kate said, looping her arm around Max's. "Come, I bet you could use a drink," she uttered, winking at Max from behind her glasses.

"Of course, Ms. Moss. I'll find you the moment it does," the man bowed his head before returning to his podium.

"Kate?" Max whispered low as he led her towards the area where the bar was.

"Hmm?"

"Is this place like the club?" Max asked low so as not to be overheard.

"Sort of, but not in the way you're thinking, Max," Kate answered with a smile as she turned her head towards him. "No, this is where the rich come to screw around on their spouses under the disguise of playing golf or some other lie they tell them."

"That so?"

"Mmmhmm," Kate nodded as Max brought them to a halt. "Max, do you see any tables open?" she asked, folding up her cane on instinct.

"Only ones that you stand at, will that be okay?" Max inquired, peering at her.

"I don't mind standing, Max," Kate said, "as long as you're beside me," she quickly added to herself.

"So, Kate, not to be nosy, but how did you get invited to this place? I know you have to have a certain amount in your bank account just to walk through the door?"

"Oh, I'm sure you saw the old man in my dungeon more than once, haven't you?" Kate asked with a sneaky smirk.

"Yeah."

"He owns this place, so I get in for free, plus who I wish to spend time with," Kate cooed, brushing her body against his. Her body heated at the feel of his hand resting on the small of her back as he guided her up to the standing table.

"What can I get you?" Max asked after making sure nothing was around her that could trip her as she set her purse and cane onto the table.

"A glass of Pinot noir and whatever you want, just tell them to put it on Ms. Moss's tab, and my pet will cover the bill," Kate said, so very unsure how to act around Max. One side of her wanted to break him like she had broken so many men; the other side, the woman in her, wanted to submit to him. To be his willing play thing, to let him do any and everything his mind desired to her body. However, she knew first hand she would never break him. If Lampac couldn't, she knew she couldn't as well, and truthfully, she didn't want to lose Max. Inhaling the scent deeply that Max wore, which she had picked out for him, feeling her womanhood starting to awaken again when he stood so close.

"One of these days, you're going to have to tell me how a blind woman can be a Domme. I'll be right back," Max said, pulling away from her.

Kate stood there listening to the chatter of the room. Garnering what tidbits of information she could, all so she could spread her influence when the time came. Then something vile happened; a hand that didn't belong to Max groped her ass as the cretin pressed his body into hers.

"Do as I say, and you won't get hurt," the man hissed into her ear. "This can go easy, or rough, if you fight back. Don't make a scene, and I won't rough you up, too much." What the man didn't know was at that moment Max had returned with Kate's and his drinks. Excusing himself as he placed them on the table with two confused people looking up at him. The man wheezed when an arm tightened around his neck. Max tightened his abs, knowing the elbow was coming; it was just a natural reaction. However, the man didn't know that Max learned how to fight against the baddest of the bad in Lampac. The man had nothing on him. All his muscles were for show; there was no strength behind them. It didn't even phase Max when the man tried to free himself from Max's grasp. Pushing the man into a table that the occupants had hurriedly vacated.

"Is that all you got," Max asked darkly, taking the punch in the jaw with ease. "You see, in Lampac, I learned how to fight dirty," listening to the man's grunts of pain as Max softened his body with his powerful blows, "I fought against murderers, rapists, thieves, liars, and every lowdown dirty snake you can think of," taking the man by the scruff of his hair and jerking his head back so the man could peer up at him and look into his rageful green-brown eyes at the audacity that he could lay a hand on Kate, "if I ever see you around Kate or even look in her direction you will know exactly what I did to those men, speak worm," Max growled with the years of injustice lacing his words.

"I was paid..."

"Paid by whom?" Max hissed, jerking the man's head back again, causing the man to wince in pain again.

"Darren Soto," the man stammered.

"And what did he want with Kate?" Max asked, wondering what that little snake was up to.

"I don't know; all he paid me to do was surveil a Ms. Moss and abduct her when her bodyguard wasn't around."

"And how did that work out for you?" Max inquired, knowing he was going to have to pay this Darren a visit again. "Was this Darren a black man?" Watching the man nod, "Thought so."

"What's going on in here?!" barked the security staff once they finally showed themselves.

"That man, my friend, is holding tried to kidnap me; he wanted to do things to me?!" Kate screeched, playing up her role as a helpless victim. She wasn't afraid, not like when she was in the park. No. She knew Max was near, knew that he would keep her safe. Like a good Master would do.

"This true?" asked the lead guard; Max didn't have to say a word when those witnesses to the act testified that it was indeed true. "Collect the camera footage from the bar. Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to back away from the man." Max ran his eyes up and down the man as he held his left hand out towards him and his right rested on what appeared to be, at least, to him, a taser gun. He's seen enough of them in Lampac to know one, given how the man rested his hand on it. It would also appear to him the man used to be on the force, or he was moonlighting on his time off. Releasing his hold on the man's hair, turning around, thanking the two that still sat with a little awe and fear in their eyes, and thanked them for keeping his drinks safe during the scuffle.

"Kate," Max spoke softly, setting their drinks on the table. He was not prepared for how Kate threw herself against him. Burying her face in his chest while her hands took hold of the lapels of his jacket. Feeling her tremble like she was the day he had found her being attacked in the park as he wrapped his arms around her. "It's okay now, I'm here," he whispered, holding her close as she pressed herself deeper into his body.

"Ma'am, you'll need to come with us... your friend can stay with you while the police arrive to take your statement," the lead guard said, coming up to their table, seeing how she was clinging onto Max.

Ten minutes later, three patrol cars rolled onto the Mallard Head property. Who were greeted by the junior guard, who escorted them where they were holding the man.

"I'll need to take the victim's statement," Carol spoke; it was department procedure that a female officer was the first one any female victim spoke to. Then, if need be, a detective would speak with them.

"Of course, she and her male companion are waiting in the security office for you," the guard said, pointing towards the direction of the office and telling her how to find it.

Carol knocked softly on the security office door after she and the lead guard shared a nod as he stood guard if the man somehow broke free from where they were holding the man. She knew the stance. She herself struck that pose when her Captain was addressing them. So she knew the man was former or still current police. Her eyes widened at who it was she was sent there to speak with as she entered the room. Also, noting how Max ran his hand down his face at the sight of her.

"Could you not go a week without being in contact with the police?" Carol whispered low so the man outside wouldn't hear her.

"Not like I was going to let that prick kidnap Kate," Max said firmly.

Carol noted how Kate's head was bowed and how she hid her face from him. Which was weird to her, given how Kate was never one to hide her face from anyone. Shaking the thought off, chalking it up to the assault she had sustained nearly four days ago.

"Kate, Mistress," getting down on her knees before her, "tell me what happened?" Carol asked in a caring tone.

"I was..." Kate turned her head when Max placed his hand on her bare shoulder. Reaching up, her fingers wrapped around his hand and brought it down to her lap. So very thankful that Max had been there; there was no telling what Darren would have done to her if the man had delivered her to him. "I was waiting for Max to return with our drinks when this man fondles my ass, instantly I knew it wasn't Max."

"Why do you believe it wasn't Max?" Carol asked in her cop voice.

"Because he hasn't touched my ass yet, and if he wanted to, he would linger on my lower back before going for my ass, wouldn't you, Max?" Kate asked, wondering if she was making those cheeks of his blush.

"Well..." Max looked away, scratching his left cheek.

"See? I know his moves, and we aren't even dating yet," Kate teased, "so anyway, he then presses his body against mine, telling me: Do as I say, and you won't get hurt. This can go easy, or rough if you fight back. Don't make a scene, and I won't rough you up too much. That's when Max pulled him off of me," she stated, squeezing his hand. Praying that he would be at her side for a very long time.

"Max, did this man say anything to you?" Carol questioned, turning her gaze to her little brother.

"That Darren Soto was the one who paid him to surveil Kate and to kidnap her when I wasn't around," Max answered truthfully; the truth would come out, especially if the man cut a deal. He could smell the rat in him. It was just his prison instincts kicking in. It was just something he had picked up when a new fish was brought into the cell block. "You best find him before I do; if you do, you let me know where he's going."

"Max, you can't voice..."

"Did you hear a threat in the tone of my voice?" Max asked with an arched eyebrow. "I simply stated a fact and nothing more."

"Max, don't do something that will put you back inside," Carol warned.

"I didn't spend six years in that Hell and not learn a thing or two," Max said, waving his sister off.

"Kate, other than fondling your backside, did he harm you in any way?" Carol asked, turning her gaze back to her Mistress, who shook her head that the man had not.

"No, I think Max intervened just at the right time before that could happen. Max, I know our lunch got ruined, but I'd still like to have lunch with you, if you still want to eat here," Kate said, turning her chin towards him.

"You sure, after what happened?"

"I'm very sure, Max," Kate said, feeling the heat burning her cheeks. She had no idea why Max was the only man that made her feel this way. When she has broken men powerful and the weak alike, along with women as well. To her, they never made her heart flutter, nor did they make her pussy aroused and moist when those dreams haunted her in her slumber.

"Okay, we'll stay then," Max said, hoping he was doing the right thing given everything she's been through.

"I'll need you to come down to the station, to fill out a witness statement, and to get yours on record," Carol said, looking at the two of them. Not voicing she'd noted how strange Kate was when her brother was around. She has heard that some Doms could switch, but that was a very rare occasion; still, it made her wonder.

"Will it be fine if we come down after lunch?" Kate asked, not eager to ruin this moment with Max.

"Of course, Mistress. It's just a formality. I'm sure the video evidence will back up what you've told me," Carol said, smiling up at Kate.

"Good. We didn't get to finish our drinks, Max," Kate said in an apologetic tone.

"We'll get new ones, don't worry about it," Max uttered, brushing his thumb along Kate's hand to offer her some comfort.

"I need to see your surveillance tapes," Carol spoke once she opened the door. "You two enjoy the rest of your day," she said as if she didn't know the two of them very intimately like she did.

"Certainly, this way, again, Ma'am, we at Mallard Head are very, very sorry that this happened to you on our property," the lead guard said before showing Carol to the server room where they stored all their camera footage. Knowing he was going to have to make copies for the police to take with them.

Kate's ears perked when she heard the host speak a name she knew very well once they had returned to the public area of the country club. She didn't think she would be running into the Armstrongs anytime soon, not after Gretta's death. She had met the old woman about two years before her death. By then, her club was already growing and needed a new location given the vast numbers of people who sought out her services. She and Gretta struck up a friendship; Gretta even helped her choose the building where her club now resides. Kate had to admit she did enjoy the old woman's company, especially when she listened to Gretta go on about business dealings she's had. She admired Gretta's shrewdness when it came to the business world. Albeit, Kate never went into great detail about her business, yet she did learn a great deal from Gretta.

"Kate, Kate Moss, is that you?" Darla asked when she spotted Kate.

"Yes, who's inquiring?" Kate asked, stepping closer to Max.

"Forgive me for not introducing myself, I'm Darla Armstrong, and this is my son, Jesse," Darla said, placing her hand on Jesse's arm, feeling her cunt throbbing after the fucking her son had just given her. Wondering why the woman was wearing sunglasses indoors and why she wasn't looking at her. Watching how the man to her right bent down and whispered something into her ear.

"It's a pleasure to meet you; Gretta talked about you and your family a lot when I had the pleasure of speaking with her. She was very kind to me," Kate said, feeling Max moving her outstretched hand in their direction.

"You knew my aunt?" Jesse asked, lightly but firmly shaking Kate's hand. It was obvious to him that she was blind, not that his mother noticed.

"I did; she was a very wise woman," Kate said, sensing the slight muscle twitches and how he held her hand that Jesse was not easily controlled. Also, sensing that he was playing a role, not actually a part of it. Wondering if the woman with him knew that or was she blind to it. Max had asked how she could be a Domme when she was blind as a bat; some would think it was a superpower, in truth, it was the years of living with heightened senses, she's learned how to interpret what she felt, smelt, tasted, and heard to the degree that she would never have been able to if her eyes still worked. It always amazed her what people's bodies told her putting the lie to what they were actually saying.

"I apologize; I didn't mean to seem rude," Darla said softly once she realized the woman was blind.

"It's fine," reaching up and taking her glasses off, "it's not every day you meet a blind woman, is it?" Kate said, hearing the woman's unease in her little gasp. She knew all about Gretta's family and why she had chosen Jesse to be her heir.

"Ms. Moss, you're table is ready," the host spoke from behind Darla and Jesse.

"Max, are you ready?" Kate asked, returning her glasses to her face so as not to freak out the snobs in the public dining room.

"Whenever you are, Kate," Max nodded.

"It was a pleasure in speaking to the both of you, now if you'll excuse us, we mustn't keep the host waiting," Kate uttered in a polite tone.

"Of course, of course, I hope to be able to see you again, and I hope the both of you enjoy your meals," Darla said, "come, Jesse, we need to get you back to Greenworks."

"Something is off with that dude," Max muttered low.

"Tell me later, just not in front of everyone, okay?" Kate replied in the same low tone. Eager to hear what Max's thoughts were on the man. "Has Dilan been seated yet?"

"No, Kate, I am still here, right where you told me to stay," Dilan answered as the sound of the front entrance closed.

"Kody?"

"Yes, Ms. Moss?" Kody spoke in a polite tone.

"See that Dilan is shown to his special table for being such an obedient little sissy," Kate spoke in a domineering tone.

"Of course, Ms. Moss, I'll show him to it after I've seated the two of you," Kody answered, knowing he was going to wear Dilan's mouth out before returning to his podium.​