Flashback Mountain

by Candace Smith

  Nicki was moaning in agony. The mouth left her pussy, just short of bringing her to climax, again. She wailed when lips latched onto her nipples, and Lucy carefully lapped her quivering wet folds. Sallie practically bounced on her face, climaxing quickly due to Dwain's deep voice and constant stroking. The small woman did not spasm, she squeezed… hard. Nicki was not going to avoid gulping down her cream, because she could not move her head at all.

  Breathing was impossible with Sallie's thighs squirming and squeezing together. When Sallie fell off to the side, Nicki dragged in air and Lucy and Saundra attacked. Between Saundra nipping at her nipples, and Lucy flicking at her clit while her fingers thrust quickly into her channel, Nicki arched up screaming her orgasm. She screamed and climaxed violently, straining her wrists and ankles and knocking Saundra's face out of the way with her heaving breasts. Nicki finally collapsed against the wooden arch, exhausted.

  She sensed people moving away, and she heard murmurs from Masters and quiet sobbing from her friends as they left the lodge and walked towards their cabins. Masters would comfort for a long time, until their women had calmed enough to sleep. Sweat and the juices of mixed climaxes coated her, and Nicki trembled while she waited for Cain to release her from the wheel. She needed him to hold her.

  Cain looked down on her body, naked and stretched out and quivering in spasmodic reflex. His fingers brushed her cheek, and he whispered, "Nicki, I'm going to unhook your cuffs, but I don't want you to move, all right?"

  "Yes, Master Cain," came her shaky reply. Cain knew that she was drained, both physically and emotionally. He spent a long time gently bathing her with a warm wet cloth, and he had to practically carry her to their cabin. She cried quietly while her mind tried to accept that she had enjoyed the sexual union with her friends.

  Autumn's mind snapped to the television, when she heard them mention Nichole. Doctor Tom began discussing her, and Autumn got even angrier… partly, because she was nervous that some of what he was saying, might be true. He said that there was no possibility that she could survive on her own outside the careful restraints and protective atmosphere of his facility. The longer she was left to struggle on the outside, the greater the chance that her psychosis would be irreversible. He even told them how they had found her on the floor, trying to commit suicide.

  After dinner, Autumn talked to Joanne and asked her how important she thought Doctor Tom's testimony would be. She did not tell her that she was watching the trial. Autumn eluded to the question of what the jury would think, when they found out how she lost time during the months she had been hiding.

  Autumn was surprised at how much better she felt after talking to her. Joanne would listen to her crazy stories, and lead her to her own conclusions with questions. Instead of telling her what other people expected, and forcing her to try to adapt to those feelings, the answers came from inside of her, and were easily accepted.

  Joanne had been the only one to deduce, that the young woman thought of the three names as separate people. Even the infamous Doctor Tom, did not realize Nichole's split mind. He had always thought he was only treating the innocent girl from before, and not the wildly protective Nicki who would not let him get near her. It was Nicki who lived in comforting erotic flashbacks of the mountain, and created the other two sides of herself for protection. "Why do you still want to be called Autumn? Originally, it was to help keep you hidden."

  "Because Nichole was the one who belonged to mom. She always did the proper thing and went to school. Nicki belongs to Cain, and I don't feel like 'Nicki', without him."

  "Then, you don't see the two of you together?"

  Autumn looked up at her, panicked. "Yes. Yes, we have to be together again. We will be. We didn't do anything wrong."

  "Then, maybe you should try being Nicki again. Maybe if you stop hiding behind Autumn, you will feel like you belong to Cain, and it will help give you confidence and reassurance," Joanne suggested.

  Autumn absorbed her words and they made some sense. It was the next question that Joanne asked, that completely floored her. "Did you have any lost time before you became Autumn?"

  She thought back. In the institution she would dream about Cain, but she never really had the blank uneasiness of far too much time having passed. "No, I don't think so," Autumn replied nervously. She considered it some more. "No, I'm sure I didn't." She stared at the ground and felt her tears welling up. "I did it to myself?"

  "I think you were trying to hide Nicki so deeply to keep Cain safe, that you tried to suppress your memories of her and Cain together. Nicki sounds like a strong girl, though. She doesn't want to keep Cain hidden inside with her, so she stole time from Autumn."

  "I don't need Autumn anymore," she whispered.

  "That's for you to decide," Joanne replied. "Personally, I think Nicki is the one who can fight for Cain the best. She wants to be with him, and has the most to lose."

  "How do I explain to Mr. Ross about the Autumn thing, without sounding crazy?"

  "Think of the reasons that you invented her. I don't think there's anything wrong with you. Your mind was forced to protect itself, and you should be able to figure out what the effects of being forced to create her has cost you."

  "Nicki, then. Autumn has to leave."

  Joanne smiled. "Good choice."

  Nicki grinned. It was a relaxed expression Joanne had never seen on her face. "I guess you get to hear a lot of strange stories as a bartender. I bet people came in, just to have you straighten them out."

  Joanne gave her an odd smile.

  "When do you testify?"

  "Thursday, probably." Joanne wrinkled her nose. "I hate being called for the Prosecution." Unfortunately, while Davis was dealing with Nicki resurfacing, Mr. Ross's investigators had learned enough for him to scoop Joanne as a hostile witness.

  "Are you going to tell them I'm crazy?"

  "I only have to answer the questions that I'm asked. Remember, Davis had Henry Pritchard's testimony practically all thrown out."

  Nicki wandered back to the cottage and she looked around. She picked up Cain's sweater and inhaled his scent, and then she carried it back to the house. Benny was walking upstairs, and she called up to him. "Can you show me which room is Cain's?"

  "Sure. Joanne tells me that you want to be called Nicki, now."

  "You must think I'm pretty weird," Nicki said. She followed him left at the top of the staircase.

  "On the contrary. I think you're a survivor. It would have been easier to hide behind the walls of the institution, or to let us put you into hiding. You've managed to handle being out in the world with only financial assistance from Cain."

  "God, Benny. I miss him so much. It's too confusing without him out here. Cain always made the decisions, and he protected me."

  Benny still could not understand the obvious truth that the women were devoted to the men. They had never had the opportunity to be bribed or coerced by their wealth, so their feelings had to be genuine. "Here you go," Benny said, opening the door at the end of the hall. He left her standing in the doorway, and made his way to his room.

  Nicki switched on the light. It was strange to think of Cain in this luxurious world, instead of the primitive cabin. There was a plush, silk comforter on the four poster bed, and no outward sign of the erotic games he liked to play. The room was tastefully furnished, yet still warm and inviting. There was a master bathroom off to the side, and Nicki filled the deep tub and climbed in to soak. Cain's smell was throughout the room, fogging into her senses when she closed her eyes, and she relaxed in the warm water.

  Nicki had woken up in the morning, with Cain rubbing her bottom. Her breath was already coming in little gasps, and she squeezed her thighs together to try to ease the passion building while he smiled down on her. Cain's touch charged her with desire, and dampness trickled from her pussy. He leaned over her, and she raised a hand to push his wavy blonde hair out of his eyes. Cain caught her wrist and kissed her palm, then he lifted her arm and cha
ined her cuff to the bedpost. She scooted her bottom to the middle of the bed, and lifted her other arm. Her eyes filled with hazy desire while he chained her other wrist.

  Cain stood up and Nicki squirmed, anxiously worrying about what device he was retrieving, and anticipating the passion his torture would produce. He returned with a gag, and she pouted. "Open your mouth."

  "Cain, why…"

  "Nicki, Rule number two," he warned.

  "I think it's Rule number one," she said.

  "All of the Rules are number one," Cain reminded her. "Now, open your mouth."

  Nicki looked into Cain's eyes, and she opened her mouth. The soft rubber ball filled the cavity and needed no strap to keep it firmly lodged in place. Nicki tried to push it out with her tongue, while Cain busied himself tying her ankles to the foot railing.

  Cain sat beside her and stared into her wide eyes. "You always look so frightened," he chuckled. He brushed some strands of hair that had escaped from her braid to the side, and stroked his cock while he gazed at her fear. Cain rose and walked back to the chest, and her head shook vigorously when she saw that he returned with the nipple clamps. Her poor tips still throbbed from the night before.

  Cain leaned over and he kissed her throat, slowly making his way to her breasts. His tongue teased each nipple to a hard tightened peak, that ached around the rings. He pinched the tip and distending it, he placed a clamp on the tender flesh, just above where the rings slid through.

  Nicki froze, her eyes filling with the agony of brief pain, before his gently massaging hands brought her to such profound desire, it blended the torture with his stroking until a low muffled groan emitted from behind her gag.

  Cain lowered his head and his tongue flicked over one captured nipple and his teeth gently nipped. The pain was excruciating, and as Nicki squirmed and writhed in agony, cream drooled down the crevice of her ass and onto the bed.

  Her body quivered in tension while she experienced the sensations Cain executed on her breasts. He stared into her eyes, watching her pupils dilate and retreat in response to the torment. Cain felt his own passion stir with so much power and control.

  Except for the spasmodic, twitching thickening of his cock, Cain remained focused on Nicki's responses. He released her nipple and after stroking her belly, he lowered his head and licked his way to her pussy. The scent of her excited him, and he watched her pussy clench and grasp, leaking more of her intoxicating juices while he stroked a finger down her slick folds.

  Her bottom flexed in demanding need when he tasted her. "Uummph," she moaned from her gagged mouth. 'Oh, god. Oh, Cain. Oh, my god.' Nicki felt the first light brush of his tongue across her inflamed clit, and her bound thighs contracted, trying to break the chains and close. Cain's tongue continued its assault.

  While his mouth sucked and nipped her swollen clit, his fingers spread her cream down the length of her folds. One finger breached the entrance to her channel, causing her to desperately grasp and needing its thrusting friction. Nicki closed her eyes, and the wet sounds of Cain lapping and her muffled moans were the only sounds in the room.

  Nicki's body tensed in such heated readiness, all she could think of was her impending climax. Cain rose and his fingers caressed her belly and sides, causing Nicki to groan and open her eyes. They filled with tears at this new torture of denial, gradually widening with excitement when he positioned himself between her thighs.

  With deliberate slowness, Cain inserted his cock into her drenched hole, and Nicki tried to thrust her hips to provide the movement her body demanded. Cain wiggled her clit with his finger, and feeling her clasping hold on his cock, he closed his eyes and sighed and repeated the action. Her whimpers were pitiful… and so very arousing.

  With slowly controlled movements, he plunged in and out of her pussy, never letting her achieve her release. Nicki's frustration shown in her eyes, and she was certain she would go insane if the torture continued. When she knew that she could not take anymore, tears flowed down her cheeks and her head swept back and forth across the pillow.

  Cain realized that she had reached her limit. He leaned down and kissed the tears on her cheek and began to thrust faster and deeper than before. He felt the first spasms of her orgasm grip his cock, and he rose and released the nipple clamps. Nicki screamed when the blood flowed back into her sore tips, and her body flew into climax. In the brutal tight grip of her release, Nicki had thoroughly milked his shaft, and Cain's balls tightened with the strength of his orgasm.

  Nicki lay wasted and shuddering, while Cain unchained her ankles. He unchained her wrists and kissed her palms and reached to remove the gag. Cain kissed her mouth, swallowing her soft panting whimpers. "Shh." He laid light kisses on her cheeks and forehead. "You're okay, Nicki." Cain could see how panicked she felt, and he embraced her and he rested her head on his chest until her breathing became normal.

  "Cain, why didn't you just try to ask me before you brought me here?"

  It had been almost four years, and he dreaded the day that she would finally ask the question. His hand stopped stroking her side. "Nicki, if I told you this was what I wanted, you would have run screaming back to your mother."

  "But, you could have taught me," she argued. "You could have explained."

  Cain kissed her forehead. "And you still would have run home."

  CHAPTER VIII. CALL ME JO

  The bathwater was cool when Nicki's eyes opened. She climbed out of the tub and wrapped in a fluffy towel, and buckled her collar around her throat. She stared at the jewels. The collar was beautiful, but she wanted the one from the cabin… the leather strap she had worn for ten years… and that Cain had placed on her neck when he chose her.

  She did not go through Cain's things, but she did go into his closet. The first night in the room she closed the door and curled up on the carpet, gripping his sweater and enjoying the smell of him that was wafting off of his clothes. Nicki fell into an exhaustive sleep… not dreaming… just feeling Cain's strength and protection all around her.

  She spent the day watching more of the Prosecution's witnesses being questioned. Nicki had dinner with Benny and Joanne, and she could see Joanne silently brooding while she thought about her testimony in the morning. Nicki walked upstairs after dinner, leaving her alone.

  Joanne was gone when Nicki walked down to breakfast the next morning. Benny was there, and they talked for a while. He saw her keep glancing at the clock, and he made excuses to keep her at the table. "I have to go," Nicki finally announced.

  "Okay, but if you want company, I'll be in the lounge watching Joanne testify." Nicki's head whipped around, and Benny laughed. "Gerard finally told me that you were watching the trial, two days ago. He was concerned when Doctor Tom took the stand."

  They sat in the lounge and Nicki wrapped her legs under her, while Dee Oh Gee jumped onto the other side of the sofa and laid his head on her lap. All three of them watched Joanne sworn in.

  Mike Ross had panicked when he saw that Nichole was on the list for defense witnesses. He had filed an emergency motion that the defense had successfully hidden her, and presumably coerced her cooperation. Judge Harmon informed him that Nichole's attorney already had a motion in place to counter, and that he had reviewed it and found that it had merit. Mike was thrown off balance. He had no idea that she had procured council, and he nervously considered what might happen when he proceeded to try to discredit her sanity.

  With no idea where Nichole stood, it left Mike no witness to actually say the girls were kidnapped, unless he could confuse her. It had helped his case significantly, when his investigators dug up the dirt on the woman Nichole had been staying with in Tyler.

  Joanne was droning nonsense, when Mike asked her about Nichole. "I've spent the past month with her. Nichole is lucid and as calm as she can be, under the circumstances. After ten years in an isolated environment, to be ripped from the comfort of her familiar surroundings and institutionalized for months, would rattle anybody."

  Mike
stepped up and attacked. "The comfortable surroundings as a captive chained to a wall in a log cabin for ten years?" Mike smiled at the jury while Davis objected. "And I understand that most of this quality time you spent with her, was as her bartender," he sneered. His point had been made, and he had begun the first tear in Joanne Tierney's credibility, and Nichole's choice in choosing her to befriend.

  "Ms. Tierney, would you please tell the court your address in 1993?" Joanne glanced at Davis, and Mike snapped his fingers to get her attention. "Ms. Tierney, over here, please. Your address?"

  "I lived at 1312 East Oak Street, in Tyler."

  Mike's eyes narrowed in cat-like satisfaction. "Was that a house or an apartment?"

  "It was an apartment."

  "Are you sure it was not a room? Or perhaps a ward?" Mike looked at the jury. "Tell us, Ms. Tierney, what building was located at 1312 East Oak Street."

  "It was the Tyler Mental Rehabilitation Hospital," Joanne answered.

  Mike's eyes swept the jury with a victorious smile. "And you were a guest there, for how long?"

  "I lived there for nine years, until I left to take care of my mother."

  "Oh, I see. You just… left?" Mike scoffed. He looked at the jury, nodding slightly.

  Joanne paused for a few moments, and she stared at him. Fuck you, Ross. In an acidic tone, she replied, "No, Mr. Ross. Actually, I resigned. I was their Chief of Staff in charge of the Psychiatric patients." She smiled when his mouth dropped open, and he sputtered silently. "They were closing in three months, anyway," Joanne continued. "I decided that the work was too stressful, because my mother had been diagnosed with a lengthy debilitating illness, and I was the only one who could care for her."

  "By the time my mother died, her illness had drained my savings. With the hospital shut down, I took the only job available to me. I bartended at Last Call, saving money to leave Tyler. However, I still meet with a couple of patients that were released when they closed. I believe your investigators talked with Mary Shubert and Eileen Watson?"