The Diaries of Ayesha

"Someday you will be a man, and you will be the leader of a rock and roll band.", kept going through my head as the bus made its way across the open spaces of Texas. I was the only one awake besides the driver, and the only reason I was awake is because I was polishing boots.

Not just one pair of Minx's boots, but five pair in all. And then I had the leather jackets, and corsets to clean and get ready for the show.

How did I arrive in this position? I answered a question Minx asked me at dinner one night....

"Do you like music Michael?", she asked as dinner was served to us by one of her slave girls.

"Yes, well most kinds.", I said recalling a trip to the opera we had made together.

"Every hear of a band named Nuclear Orange?", she asked, picking up her fruit juice.

"No."

"Chicks with Dicks?"

I blushed before answering no.

"Manmeat? Harmonica Virgins?"

"No. They sound like bad jokes."

"They aren't jokes. They are new bands, and you and I are going on tour with one."

"What?"

"You and I are going on tour with the Harmonica Virgins. I'm going to be singing and playing keyboards , and you are going to be a roadie. You'll take care of our personal needs while we're on the tour."

"Mistress, I think I'm missing something here. Why are we going on tour with a rock band?"

"One of the backup musicians is sick, and since I love the band and know all the music, I decided to replace her for a few weeks. I thought you might like to join me. It isn't a requirement that you go."

I thought about it. It might be sort of fun to travel with a band. And the chance to spend time with Minx away from the Bank and everything else?

"Why not. It might be fun.", I said.

A week later I decided that it wasn't that much fun.

The first problem surfaced when I met my new traveling companions.

Minx had neglected to explain that all of the members of the band were Daughters of Ay'esha and therefore I was sworn to obey them.

And the second problem was one that was a bit harder for me to overcome.

The lead singer had what I considered a problem with recreational pharmaceuticals.

And the third problem was: I was tired.

I discovered the omission that led to problem one when I attempted to shake hands with Valerie. She looked at my hand as if I was offering her a dead fish and then looked at Minx.

"Is this how you train your slaves? I though you were supposed to be good.", she sneered.

I dropped to my knees head down before Minx could say anything to me and waited.

"Since you're down there you can start by polishing my boots with your tongue."

I started licking her boots and then she ordered me onto my back and looked down on my prone body.

"Understand me now. You will do what I tell you, and what the rest of the group tells you to do. And I mean anything, because if you don't, you'll pay for it with your sorry ass."

To punctuate her remarks she stepped onto my crotch with her boot heel and applied enough pressure to make me gasp in pain.

Minx just looked down at me watching for any sign of rebellion or anger. I could see the concern for my safety, if not my feelings, in her eyes but the expression didn't change from disapproval. I wasn't sure if it was for me, or for Valerie's treatment of me.

She walked away leaving me on the floor while the other three girls looked down at me and laughed.

The second girl, Denny just walked over and wiped her boots on me and walked away, while the third, Alexandra just walked away. The last one, Butch, told me to get on my hands and knees like a dog.

I rolled over and then felt her grab my ass and squeeze.

"He's got a nice tight ass. I'm gonna enjoy having him around for awhile". With that she stepped in front of me, pulled my head back and rubbed her crotch in my face. I could feel a lump between her legs, so I wasn't sure what I was dealing with.

She walked away chortling as Minx motioned me to my feet.

"I suppose I should have warned you. All the members of the band are Daughters of Ay'esha. A little overbearing at this point, but I'm sure that you can warm them up to you.", she said as I brushed off my pants.

"I'd rather warm them up with a paddle.", I said trying to keep my tone light.

"Now Michael...", Minx warned.

"Yes Mistress. But do I really have to do everything they want?", I whined.

"If it conflicts with my orders or your physical safety, no. Otherwise, you will follow their orders."

Oh shit, I thought.

She could see the reaction and reached out to pat me on the head.

"Don't worry. You know I'll protect you."

I looked in the direction of the now departed band and then back at Minx.

"Yes, but who's going to protect you?"

My duties the first night were simple enough: Feed the band.

The food order was fairly normal except for Butch. Butch basically wanted raw meat , or at least a steak as rare as I could find.

Butch's rare steak started looking like a disaster in the making, until I decided that as rare as she wanted it, I could do it in a microwave oven. In fact the order she gave me was for blood warm meat.

If she was trying to gross me out, she had a long way to go.

When I knocked on her door I was just a bit nervous. Valerie would just kick my ass for a screw up, where I wasn't sure what Butch would do. Eat me perhaps.

"If it's food , come in, otherwise go the fuck away!", I heard her bellow.

I opened the door carefully and poked my head around the corner.

"It's food.", I said and slipped inside to put the tray on the table and started to leave.

"Stop!"

I froze.

She was standing in the bathroom doorway, topless.

"You don't leave until I taste it.", she ordered.

I waited while she walked over to the near raw meat and stabbed it with a knife she pulled from her belt.

As raw as the meat was I expected to hear it moo as she poked it, but instead it quivered under the abuse and fell apart under the edge of the blade.

"I shave my cunt with it", she said watching my reaction to the sharpness of the knife.

I really didn't want to know that.

The first glistening bit of near raw meat slipped off the blade and into her mouth and she chewed with gusto.

"Pretty good. How'd you get the place to give it to you that undercooked?"

"I didn't. Warmed it myself in the microwave for you.", I explained.

She sliced off a bit more and offered it to me.

I took it, not wishing to insult her and did the best I could to chew it up. It was not a pleasant experience and hard on the jaws, but I made it.

She laughed at the faces I made chewing.

"I'll say this much for you, you've got a sense of humor. Manners too.", she said indicating I should sit.

I sat down in the indicated chair and waited while she ate. When she finished, she ordered me to strip.

"Now boy, let's find out what you've got. Take your clothes off."

I stripped and waited as she inspected me. It was actually becoming a sort of tiresome ritual being checked by all these different women. I'm sure that a prize bull starts feeling that way as well.

"You do have a nice ass.", she said slapping it, and squeezing it until I winced.

She let go and stepped back.

"That should leave a nasty bruise in the morning. I like my men's asses that way."

Minx on the other hand, prefers my ass unmarked. Unless of course she does the deed herself.

"Hands and knees now boy."

I assumed the position and waited for her next move.

I didn't have to wait long as she stepped in front of me and I saw her pants drop to the floor in front of me.

"Look up!"

I did and was faced with the answer to the question of earlier.

She was wearing a strap on dildo about two inches in diameter and about eight inches long.

"Now, let's see how good a cock sucker you are.", she said sliding it into my mouth.

I took it deep into my throat remembering the lessons that Mistress Tamara taught me about breathing with the strokes.

She slid it back and forth in my mouth and on each incoming stroke I gripped it slightly with my teeth and then pushed back slightly to rub against her clit.

A few minutes later I felt the shudder along the rubber shaft, and she stepped back and unstrapped the rubber dong.

As she dropped it to the floor she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her wet crotch.

"Eat me clean!", she hissed.

I lapped her juices as she smothered me in her cunt.

It was actually harder to eat her out than suck her cock, because I couldn't breath from all her juices.

I felt the shudder again and she pushed my head away and grabbed a towel off the back of a chair and started wiping herself clean.

I just continued to kneel waiting for her to say something, anything at all.

"Well, what are you still there for? Get out!", she finally snapped.

I didn't say anything, but I'm sure my reaction showed in my face because she repeated herself louder.

I pulled my pants up and left, still dripping cum from my face.

The next morning as we got on the bus for the start of the tour, Butch didn't say anything about the night before, just nodded, and everybody else but Minx just ignored me.

"Is there a problem Michael?", she asked taking me aside.

"No Mistress. Butch used me a bit last night, but that's about it.", I said.

"Did you enjoy it?", she asked.

"Not really. Sort of felt like, find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em, throw 'em away", I said.

Minx shook her head in disgust.

"You are really too useful for just that.", she said with a bit of anger.

"I know, but she doesn't. It'll be OK.", I said, looking towards the waiting bus as Valerie stuck her head out of the open door.

"Get your fucking asses on this fucking bus!!", she screamed.

I hurried, while Minx took her own sweet time. When she did reach the door, she reached out and grabbed Valerie by the front of her jacket.

"Listen to me very carefully. Scream at me again, and I will kick your ass so high, you'll be smelling your own pussy.", Minx said in the low tone that signified a building storm of anger in her.

Valerie started to remove Minx's hand from her jacket and then found herself in a wrist lock.

"Did you understand me?", Minx said calmly still, but with a bit more intensity.

The tone must have penetrated finally because Valerie nodded and Minx let go of her jacket but not her wrist.

"I want to hear you say you understand me, girl." , Minx said increasing the pressure on her wrist.

"I understand.", Valerie said through gritted teeth.

"I understand what?", Minx said maintaining pressure.

"I understand Mistress."

Minx released her and told me to get on the bus.

She and Valerie spoke for a minute more and then both of them got on the bus.

The door closed and we were on our way. First stop, Bakersfield.

Now you might think Bakersfield is a strange place for a band to be traveling to.

That's where you're wrong. Bakersfield is actually a hot bed of music, mainly country as the home of Buck Owens, but also a fair amount of rock and roll comes out of the Central Valley.

In this case we were booked to play at the Fairgrounds, or to be more precise, they were booked to play at the Fairgrounds.

I was scheduled to stay backstage and help the bus driver, who also happened to be one of the sound board techs.

Ace was a big girl to say the least, but had that same quality the Mother of Many and Minx did. I knew despite the way she talked and acted towards me, she respected me for what I could do.

I found Ace at the main board instructing a tech in how to balance the master speakers.

"Look man. It's got to be balanced just right or the feedback from the guitars will take every contact lens and pair of glasses out.", she scolded.

"' 'Scuse me Ace. Minx said to stick with you unless one of the girls needs me.", I said watching the VU meters on the board quiver as Denny and Minx tuned up. I could see Alexandria starting to get up to speed on her drum set and then I saw Valerie stagger drunkenly onto the stage and pick up her guitar.

She looked back at where I was standing, flipped me off, and then hit the first chord of the song.

The rest of the group picked up her lead and pretty soon the whole place was rocking to the Harmonica Virgins hit single entitled "Fuck U Man".

Myself, I blushed like a fool. I had never and I mean never, heard that sort of language from any young lady drunk or sober.

I looked over at Ace and she was concentrating on the sound levels oblivious to my blush.

Valerie looked back towards me as she hit the last chorus and then stopped playing. The rest of the band trailed off as she stared at me.

Ace looked up and started giggling.

I could see the red glow of the blush of my nose and started to cover it up.

"Michael, keep your hands down.", Minx said into her microphone.

I stood there beet red as the whole group walked towards me.

"What are you blushing for?", Valerie demanded.

I couldn't even answer. I was so embarrassed, I started weeping.

Minx pushed her way forward and signaled I should kneel before her.

As I knelt, Minx stroked my head protectively.

"If you can't deal with the words I use, maybe you should get the fuck out.", Valerie raged at me as Minx kept me calm with her touch.

I looked up towards Minx and shook my head slightly.

"No, he shouldn't get the fuck out. Maybe he actually has feelings and emotions. The way you talk is degrading to yourself, let alone a man.", Minx said.

"You may be a hot bitch in Ay'esha, but here you don't rate shit!", Valerie snapped." If he can't deal with it, I don't need him."

Minx started to square off with her when Butch separated the two of them.

"Hey, I want him here honey. ", she said. "So he blushes. What the fuck do you care anyway? If he blushes, you know the audience will love it."

Great, now I'm an indicator of a lack of public taste.

Valerie looked as if she wanted to start something with Butch but decided that it would be a bad idea.

"Yeah, Val, who cares. ", Denny chimed in." We've got work to do."

She started back towards the stage with Alexandria trailing behind her. Valerie and Minx stared at each other for another minute before Valerie turned away and left. Minx patted me on the head and walked off followed by Butch and they started rehearsing again.

Ace called the other tech over to the control board , sat him down, and told me to follow her .

She led me back to the bus and ordered me to sit down in the galley, while she brewed a pot of tea.

We talked about trivia while we sipped the tea, and Ace told me a bit about herself.

She wasn't a member of Ay'esha although she'd heard about it, and had been with the band since the start.

"Let me tell you something. When Valerie's drunk she's a bitch. And when she's sober, she's a bitch.", Ace said confidentially.

"Great. I can deal with the foul mouth, and the loud music. But I have a real problem with drunks, Ace."

"Don't even think of reforming her, man. She's a lush and she hates herself and everyone around her."

"I just feel sorry for her.", I said.

"Don't waste it. If you want to feel sorry for someone, save it for Alexandria."

"Why?", I asked.

Ace just looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey, I've said too much already. Just don't let Val get to you.", she said slapping me on the leg. " Let's go, we've still got work to do."

A couple of hours later I stood with Ace at the control board and waited looking out over the crowd of rowdy chanting people.

The girls came out on stage wearing leather miniskirts, fishnet stockings, five-inch spike heels, halter tops, and too much hair. Valerie swiveled up the microphone and said in a husky voice, "And none of us play the harmonica, either.... Hit it, girls!"

The first chord went out over the audience and resonated around the room to screams and cheers.

Mercifully to my battered ears, Ace had handed me a set of ear plugs, so between those and the repeated exposure to the foul language during rehearsal, my blush stayed at a minimum.

Two hours later the girls came off the stage and made their way through the people with backstage passes and collapsed in their dressing room.

I knelt before Minx and removed her shoes and started her foot rub first, knowing that after almost three hours in a set of five inch heels, she'd be in pain. As I worked on her feet, she leaned over and quietly directed me to do Valerie's.

I crawled over to Valerie and removed her shoes and started rubbing her feet. She glared at me wordlessly at first and then I could feel her start to relax slightly as I worked my way up to her ankle. Switching feet I repeated the process, and for the first time saw some of the pain and anger in her fade as I continued the massage.

I concentrated on making her feel comfortable, and actually started to get somewhere, until Butch dragged me away, and I mean that literally.

She grabbed me by the back of the shirt and dragged me over to her, then shoved her foot in my face.

"Do me!", she ordered.

I started on her feet with considerably less enthusiasm than I did Valerie's feet. As I worked on her left foot, I saw Alexandria kneel before Denny and start rubbing her feet as well.

I finished Butch's feet about the same time Alexandria finished Denny's , so I knelt before Alexandria and started to reach for her feet.

She pulled them away from me, and almost screamed for me to leave her alone.

I fell back startled, and then tried to make light of her reaction.

"Must be very ticklish.", I quipped.

She shook her head in denial.

"I just don't want you touching me. Never touch me.", she snapped.

"Yes Mistress.", I said putting my head down.

"I am not your Mistress, I don't want to be your Mistress. Just leave me alone.", she shouted, pushing by me and storming out of the room. Minx followed her as I sat on the floor in amazement.

Denny broke the silence by ordering me to do her feet, and I moved over to her and rubbed, wondering what would have made Alexandria so afraid of being touched by me.

Ace stuck her head in the room a few minutes later and announced the party was getting started.

"Good. Lets go!", Valerie said slipping on a pair of thigh high boots and heading for the door.

I sat and watched as the girls left the room, then closed my eyes for a moment to relax.

My reverie was broken by Valerie's yell.

"You! Get your ass up! It's party time!!", she yelled at me.

I just sat and looked at her dumbly.

"Yes, I'm telling you to get your fucking ass up and come with us slave! You might be needed for something."

I scrambled to my feet and followed her out the door.

When I got back out of the stage, the party was gearing up for a long haul and beer

bottles were starting to pile up already. Ace was sharing a bong with two girls, and I saw Denny with a beer in her hand. No sign of Minx or Alexandria at all. Valerie didn't waste any time in grabbing a bottle of whisky and started nipping off it like it was milk. Butch didn't have a drink in her hand, but only because she had her hands on a girl that looked like she was about sixteen.

Frankly, there was too much going on to keep track of it all, but little bits and pieces stuck in my mind.

Denny pushing a tall skinny guy to the floor and riding him like a horse and whipping him with her bra, yelling "YAHOO".

Ace stopping two girls from having a cat fight by the simple method of grabbing one in each hand and throwing them in different directions.

Butch pulling her strap on cock out of her pants and fucking the girl groupie in front of a cheering group of guys and girls.

And Valerie , dear Valerie, sitting on the stage in a drunken stupor.

As the party broke up Ace started to help me pick Valerie up and carry her back to the bus. We walked her back to the bus and I opened the door to her sleeping compartment and Ace laid her on the bed, snoring. As I walked back towards my bunk I saw the door to Alexandria's compartment was slightly ajar and peeked inside. Minx sat with Alexandria cradled in her arms cuddling her. I could see tear stains on Alexandria's cheeks as she moaned in her sleep. Minx sensed me and looked up. She motioned for silence and I nodded, and blew her a kiss before closing the door.

Butch's door was open and she and the girl were still humping like bunnies, although this time the girl was on top.

Denny's door was closed, but I could hear her giggling and a male voice moaning.

I crawled into my bunk and fell asleep as Ace flipped out the lights and the bus grew silent except for an occasional moan.

Sunrise came all too early to my shattered nerves. I tried to roll over and ignore Denny throwing her toy for the night out, and almost managed to get through Butch's girl toy objecting to leaving that early without moving.

But the last thing I expected was to have Alexandria bang on the side of my bunk and order me to get up.

I rolled out of the bunk and landed on the floor rattling my teeth, and knelt before her head down.

"Mistress Minx wants to see you in my compartment right now. Move!", she snapped, the voice of command evident in her voice. I was almost shocked by her change in attitude.

I scrambled on all fours past the rest of the group that was awake, crawling between Ace's legs. No, I didn't look up.

I entered the compartment on all fours and Alexandria stepped in the door behind me and closed it. Minx was still in the bed, only this time she was reading a copy of the Canterbury Tales, and sipping tea.

"Michael," she said without any preliminaries, "Alexandria has something to say to you."

I waited as Alexandria stepped around me and sat on the bed.

" I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings by rejecting you. Your Mistress explained that you were just doing what you had been trained to do. I don't like to be touched by men at all."

She looked at Minx who nodded, and then continued.

"Minx explained that you were not a man, but a slave to be commanded."

"Yes .. Mistress?", I said cautiously.

"You may call me Alexa, Michael. If I need your services I will ask for them. Do not touch me unless I specifically tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes Alexa. Thank you for giving me some guidance as to your wishes. I'm sorry if I started on the wrong foot."

She actually smiled for a brief instant as Minx nodded at me.

"I've never had a slave in attendance before. I know you have your basic instructions, but try not to let them make problems for me.", she said. "You may go."

"Thank you.", I said getting to my feet.

I was about to leave, when a thought occurred to me.

"Mistress, Alexa, may I bring you breakfast?", I asked.

Minx shook her head no, and Alexa declined.

"We'll eat on the road.", she said.

Having disposed of the groupies, Ace started up the bus and we were on our way to San Berdoo.

When we pulled into Mojave, Ace parked the bus at the local Denny's for breakfast. The second bus with the techs and equipment pulled in behind us and we descended upon the unsuspecting manager with a request for tables for twenty people.

The manager looked at me, and then looked at the girls.

"I don't think I have enough room right now.", he said, stepping back slightly.

Now admittedly, the girls hadn't really cleaned up from the party the night before, and Valerie's hangover was apparent in her stance, still there was no call for the manager to take an attitude. Especially as there was a whole section off the main dining room with empty tables.

"What about the space there?", I said indicating the empty tables with my thumb.

"I'm sorry, those tables are reserved for a tour bus group.", he explained.

Ace stepped up from behind the rest of the group.

"Hey man. What do you think we arrived in? We got busses and we're on tour.", she said directing the manager's attention out the window.

He started to object again and then decided that perhaps it would be a better idea if he agreed.

We filled in the tables and booths, Minx and Valerie winding up sitting next to each other so they could keep their backs to a wall.

That put Denny to my left and Butch to my right, leaving with my back exposed to the rest of the room. Ace must have developed the same habits as I did, as she sat directly behind me, with the rest of the techs covering my back.

"Thanks Ace.", I muttered.

"Denada compadre."

The older waitress was a bit intimidated by the girls but the younger one kept looking at Valerie out of the corner of her eye as she took our orders.

As she took my order I leaned over and confirmed her suspicions.

"Yes, she's Valerie of the Harmonica Virgins.", I murmured.

"Do you suppose she'd give me an autograph?", she said softly.

I considered the question and suggested that she wait until after Valerie had eaten.

"She's a bit of a bitch in the mornings. Just wait and I'll see what I can do.", I said.

Breakfast was an interesting affair, especially with some of the comments of the locals. At one point I thought Butch was going to kosher one asshole with her knife. It was only with a lot of gentle persuasion that she didn't. That and a whispered reminder from Denny that she was still on probation for the last time she got into a fight.

I finally reached my tolerance when I heard some guy behind me mouthing off about Ace's size.

Now Ace isn't a small woman, and she isn't sveldt. But I'll state now and for the record that she had a heart the size of Texas, and no pinhead in the middle of Mojave was going to make comments about her size without a response.

" Haven't you seen a real woman before? One that has a little meat on her bones instead of being a toothpick. Or do you have a thing for silicon boobs?" , I said turning to face him.

He was about a size and a half bigger than I was and had a badge.

"Watch it son. Or I'll toss your butt in jail.", he said, picking his teeth.

Minx looked up from her plate at that point and smiled, that smile that means trouble for someone.

"On what charge?", she said prettily.

The officer looked at her, dressed in more or less normal clothing, and contrasted her with the rest of the girls.

"What is a nice girl like you doing with a bunch of sluts like those?", he said.

Minx just looked at him and continued to smile, that evil witchy smile.

"How do you know I'm not a slut? What were you planning on arresting my friend for?"

He looked at me and back at her and stepped back a pace.

"Well nothing at the moment. He just needs to show a little respect to an officer of the law.", he said.

"I'm sure as soon as he sees one worthy of respect, he will.", she said smugly.

He looked at her, started to say something, and retreated to the amused glances of the rest of the patrons, including the young waitress.

"You are a nasty little bitch sometimes.", Valerie exclaimed, slapping Minx on the arm.

"I know."

We were getting ready to leave and I was paying the bill for the meal when Ace stopped next to me and thanked me.

"Don't mention it. But you could do me a favor. That young waitress is a fan and has a real faunch for Valerie. Could you get her an autograph?"

She looked at me and shook her head.

"She doesn't give autographs, but I've got some CD's in the bus that the other girls have signed."

"Too egotistical?", I said sarcastically.

Ace shook her head.

"No.", she said and walked away leaving me with the question still hanging.

She came back a few minutes later with the CD's, which Minx also signed for her, and I noticed that Valerie's name was signed on one of them.

The girl thanked us all profusely while Valerie just walked by and got on the bus and ignored her.

Ace took her place in the drivers seat and I leaned over her shoulder.

"Ace, did you sign Valerie's autograph for that girl?", I asked softly.

She looked me right in the eye and asked what drugs I was on. Which isn't exactly an answer.

The rest of the trip was spent watching the scenery roll by until we crossed over the Cajon Pass and descended into San Berdoo.

I always like the ride through the pass, as most of the railroads ran tracks through it. It was like watching a big train layout run.

We pulled into the parking lot of the theater and the crew started setting things up, while I spent my time cleaning the leathers with mink oil.

By the time I finished it was time for me to go fetch food. This time however, McDonalds was deemed acceptable.

The concert went off without a hitch, and this time the party took place in the park.

I suspect we had more than a few party crashers this time, but I was tired enough and shell shocked enough from the music not to care, if the girls didn't.

Minx was there this time but Alexa was absent again. I made a mental note to ask Minx what she had discovered about her problem, and made my way through the crowd to Minx's side.

Over the noise of the party she told me to go away. She wasn't mad.

Her specific instructions were to find a nice girl and have a good time.

Well I'm all for that, but finding a nice girl in a crowd of rockers? Not likely.

I'm not a party animal. An animal at times, but not a party animal.

But eventually, I drifted towards a small group of bikers near the edge of the party, and was invited to join them. I rode a bike at one time, so we could talk about riding and discuss our various accidents.

One girl in the group kept watching me. She was short and blonde, and had really big tits in a leather bra. I could see in the firelight, a tattoo going up one breast.

When the subject turned to who we knew, I mentioned I had once sold motorcycle parts to a group in the LA area when I was younger.

This was in a pretty rough part of town, but once the gang understood I wasn't afraid of them and would treat them fair, I had the best security in that party of town.

I had mentioned a guy named Pig when the girl stood up.

"You know Pig?", she asked.

"Uh, yeah and Doc too."

A minute later I was sitting on the ground and she was sitting on my chest smothering me with her tits.

"Pig's my brother! I thought I'd heard about you. He thought you were great, never fucked with them about price or anything.", she shrieked happily.

I would have said something in response but I was too involved with the feel of her tits and the smell of her leather to say anything.

"I'm Angel.", she said sitting back so I could get some air.

I shook my head and told her my name.

"God, let's go somewhere and talk!", she said getting up and dragging me to my feet.

She led me away from the rest of the party and to a quieter spot near the lake in the center of the park.

She sat down on the ground and I sat down across from her. He wasted no time in pulling me next to her and snuggled into me.

She didn't say anything, just held me and I started to relax despite my suspicions as to her intentions. I hate to admit it, but I really rather hoped her intentions were not exactly nonsexual.

We sat that way for awhile listening to the party noises and watching the stars, until a meteorite flashed it's was across the night sky.

"Make a wish.", she said watching it fade out.

"I did."

She looked at me and then kissed me deeply.

"I hope you get your wish.", she said releasing me.

"I think I did.", I said smiling in the darkness.

"That's just the beginning.", she said pulling me down beside her.

"Did you have a good time Michael?", she asked, looking at me

"Yes Mistress.", I said blushing.

"I'm glad. She seems to be a nice girl for a biker chick."

I really wasn't sure what to say or do. Minx had said to have a good time. But did I have too good a time for her intentions.

"Mistress...", I started to say.

"Be quiet Michael. I'm happy for you. You really do deserve a good woman, although I'm not sure that I would have picked her myself.", she said sitting down next to me.

"She picked me Mistress.", I said." I treated her brother well and she sort of rewarded me for being a nice guy."

Minx reached out to touch my arm.

"Michael, are you lonely?", she asked.

I sighed.

"Yes Mistress. I still can't get used to living alone. Tammi helped when she was living with me, but since she moved on, I don't really have anybody to do things with. You're always busy, and I don't have any friends at work. Being the executive assistant to Miss Minkin Dawes is not the sort of thing that gets you invited to a lot of office functions.

"I do need someone to be with at times. I'd like to fall in love with someone practical to fall in love with.", I said.

"Practical to fall in love with? Michael, love isn't practical.", she reminded me.

"Don't I know it. I love you, but it's not practical. And I know you want me to find someone to love again. That's why you've been reminding me that I am worthy of being loved."

Minx looked up at the stars and then back at me.

"You will find someone to love again Michael. Just be patient, it will happen.", she said.

"I know, but it's hard."

"That's a classic definition of life."

She held hands with me as we walked back towards the bus, and I couldn't help but feel lucky to be there with her.

She was right. Fate had brought the two of us together. Perhaps it would happen again.

When we got back to the bus Ace was waiting for us.

"Alexandria isn't in her compartment. Have either of you seen her?", she asked.

"No, I've been busy.", I said.

She sniffed the air for a moment and then continued.

"Yes, I can tell. Would you help me find her please?"

I looked at Minx who nodded.

"OK. But it's a lot of ground to cover.", I said looking out over the park.

"I'll check the left side and work towards the rear. You do the right side,", Minx directed," and Ace you go up the middle."

I started my search through the thinning party crowd without any real results until I reached the far end of the park and started towards the middle. I could hear laughter and a woman crying. I came out of the bushes and found three guys keeping Alexa pinned against the fence with drawn knives.

"Hey guys! Knock that shit off!", I shouted.

One guy turned towards me and told me to get out before I got the shit kicked out of me.

"Give it your best shot asshole!", I said stripping off my leather vest.

He closed the gap between us as I threw the vest in his face and ducked to the right. By the time he threw the vest down I was close enough to kick him in the balls.

Gooallll! I kicked him between the uprights and he dropped the knife to clutch at himself.

I grabbed the knife and threw it over the fence and followed Alexa as she ran into the dark in the direction of the bus.

Alexa and I got back to the bus at about the same time, my pursuers having given up the chase way back in the park.

I sat on the ground next to the bus panting as Minx walked up with my vest.

"You find her?", she asked tossing me the vest.

"She's inside."

"Is she OK?"

"Scared, but OK."

Minx started to get in the bus and hesitated.

"Are you OK?", she asked.

"Oh yeah. My foot hurts, and I think I pulled a couple of muscles, but I'm OK."

"Good.", was all she said as she got in.

Ah yes, a hero gets his just rewards.

A moment later she stuck her head out of the door.

"Hey hero. Get your butt in here."

I wish she wouldn't read my mind that way. It's disconcerting.

I was still awake and talking to Ace when Butch and Valerie dragged themselves in.

From the smell, I suspect a major keg party had occurred, because they were reeking of cheap beer.

As Butch staggered by me she hesitated and then started laughing.

"Hey pussy hound. You get some?", she chortled.

"How can you even smell it through all the beer?", I asked sarcastically.

"I can always smell pussy little boy. Remember that? In fact," she said grabbing my shirt, "I've got more for you."

She dragged me out of my seat and was blocked by Valerie.

"You already had him once. I want the little pig for myself tonight.", she said pushing Butch away from me.

Valerie took my shirt and ripped it off and dragged me to her compartment.

She shut the door and locked it behind me and then ordered me to my knees.

I obeyed, trying to control my fear. I was locked up with a woman that reminded me of Lydia. And worse a drunken Lydia.

"I scare the shit out of you don't I?", she asked, pulling a bottle of whisky from under her pillow.

"Yes Mistress.", I admitted.

"Good. Then you'll do what ever I tell you to do, won't you?", she said, taking a drink.

"Yes Mistress."

"Then take your clothes off and lay down on the bed face up.", she ordered.

I stripped and laid down as directed. She took a set of cuffs out of a bag on the floor and restrained my arms and legs and then looked down at me, grinning.

"I've heard stories about you and that bitch Mistress of yours. She thinks you're the best slave in the world. I think you're a smart mouthed little piece of shit."

She stripped her leather bra off and removed her pants, leaving nothing on but her garter belt and stockings and the boots.

She reached out and grabbed my cock and balls and squeezed until I moaned in pain.

"You don't need this around her. Why don't I just cut it off for her?", she said taking a knife out of the bag as well.

I just laid there trembling. Was she serious? She was drunk enough to be serious and sounded crazy enough to do it.

She ran the blade down my chest leaving a line, and then started pricking my balls gently with the knife.

"Beg me not to cut your balls off.", she said evilly.

"Please,", I squeaked in fear.," don't Mistress. I'll do what you want, please."

She laughed.

"You don't even beg well. Fuck it!", she said, climbing on the bed and squatting over my face with her back turned to me. "Maybe you can eat my ass properly. Anyway, it'll keep you quiet while I work on your balls.", she snarled.

Her ass covered my face and I slipped my tongue into her ass cheeks and started licking.

She settled more of her weight on to my face as I probed her cheeks deeper.

"Put your tongue in my ass hole you shit eating little pig, or I will deball you!", she commanded as I felt the knife prod deeper into my balls.

I shifted my focus and probed her ass hole gently and then felt her squeeze my balls until I started to scream from the pressure.

In that instant when I opened my mouth I tasted her filth. And from her it was not a blessing or an honor, it was degrading and humiliating. I started weeping from her abuse of me in this way

She raised herself, turned around and then shoved her cunt in my face.

"Drink this!", she said and then pissed all over my face and in my mouth. It smelled like bitter beer and tasted worse as it ran all over my face and up my nose gagging me.

She finished this last act of degradation and climbed off me and threw a towel over my face. She rubbed the piss off my face and then squatted over my face again, shoving her wet cunt in my face.

She was slick and hot and aroused from her treatment of me and I slid my tongue into her wet hole, lapping the juices.

"Oh yeah, suck it out pig! Show me how much you appreciated my blessings.", she demanded.

I lapped and sucked and felt her tense up and then howling in triumph, she came in my mouth and as she relaxed another torrent of piss poured over my face.

She laid back across my body, and I felt her weight increase as she dropped off to sleep.

I tried not to feel hate for her for what she had done to me.

Lydia I understood. Her hate for me was based on what I represented to her. But Valerie simply took pleasure from my suffering. She hated herself and made others suffer as well. Part of me wondered how she had ever become a Daughter of Ay'esha with that attitude of hate.

But she was only human and subject to the same stresses and emotions as anyone else.

I sighed and closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

It was a fitful sleep broken by Valerie's snoring and my increasing discomfort from her weight and my hands were going numb in the cuffs. I was grateful when she slid off me and onto the floor with a thump.

The door rattled as someone tried the knob, and I heard Minx call for me.

"She locked the door Mistress.", I called.

A minute later I saw a piece of plastic slip through the door frame and Minx slipped the door open.

She sniffed the air and looked down at Valerie in disgust before releasing me from my bonds. My hands and feet begin to throb from the return of blood and I gritted my teeth despite the foul taste in my mouth.

"Go take a shower and gargle. I want you completely clean.", she ordered.

I slipped past her with my head down and made my way to the shower compartment at the back of the bus.

The hot water wasn't all that hot, but enough to steam me clean and get the scum out of my hair. Ace was waiting for me outside of the shower with a bottle of mouthwash and my toothbrush.

As I gargled I could hear some muffled thumps from the front of the bus and a groan.

"Somebody must be having a good time.", I said to Ace as I spit into the sink.

"It isn't Valerie.", she said looking towards the source of the noise.

Minx came out of Valerie's compartment and shut the door quietly.

"Don't let her loose until I tell you Ace.", she said." And Michael. Get to bed."

I crawled into my bunk wondering what the next day would bring.

The next morning I was still asleep as Ace fired up the bus and we started for our next stop, Phoenix.

We drove all the way to Indio before we stopped for breakfast, and I realized that I still hadn't seen the girls at all.

I was about to ask Ace what was going on when I heard a shriek of anger from Valerie's compartment.

Minx stuck her head out of her compartment and smiled.

"I think she just had her wake up call.", was all she said unlocking the compartment door.

She opened it and I saw Valerie bound to the bed laying on a sheet of plastic and a tube running to a hook in the ceiling. It looped back to a point just over her face and was held in place by a piece of wire.

The other end of the tubing however was firmly inserted into Valerie . I could see from the yellow puddles that Minx had apparently inserted a catheter so that she could get a taste as it were, of her own medicine.

"You bitch!", she screamed as the urine dripped onto her face.

"Bitch? Moi?", Minx replied." I prefer to think of it as divine retribution. You won't be pissing on him again will you?"

I could see the fury in Valerie's face as she considered her position.

"He's a slave and I can do anything I want to him!", she complained.

"Yes, and you're junior to me and I can do anything I want to you. Does that make you feel any better or make it right?", Minx said casually.

Valerie just glared as Minx continued the lecture.

"Having a slave is a responsibility. You do have to consider their feelings, at least a little, and their health. A good slave like Michael is not stupid and not expendable, and as you spend more time around him you might see his other values. Would you kick your dog? Forget it, you probably would. I suggest you restrain your tendency to abuse people in his case.", she said.

The whole lecture was delivered in a calm rational tone that seemed to make Valerie madder.

Valerie just laid there fuming at being treated like a child, in this case a child who had peed her pants.

Minx pulled the tube out of the overhead hook and suggested I leave the room.

"I don't want you to see this.", she said pushing me out of the room.

I went back and started to get dressed again, interrupted briefly by a loud shout of pain.

The door of Valerie's compartment opened and she pushed me aside to get into the shower. Minx came out of Valerie's compartment a moment later with the catheter and suggested I get a trash bag and carefully clean up the bed.

By the time I finished cleaning up the mess and washed my hands, Valerie was out of the shower and a bit more subdued.

I crawled out of her compartment and she slammed the door behind me.

Butch and Denny were both standing in the passageway and looked down at me.

"Do you always spend that much time on your knees?", Denny said with a smile in her voice.

"I seem to lately", I said getting to my feet.

"Well you look good down there. Maybe I'll try you on tonight.", she said passing me and getting off the bus.

Alexa came out of her compartment, patted me on the head and followed Butch and Denny.

Minx saw her do that and smiled.

"Looks like you broke a little ice last night.", she said.

"Do you mind telling me what her problem is. Or is it one of those ladies things?", I said looking after her.

Minx looked at me and said one word.

"Rape."

I didn't know what to say so I said nothing.

Having eaten we were back on the road again. I know , sounds like Willie Nelson, although I kept hearing it in my head as "Off the Road Again.". Ace's choice of road music was fun though. She had a tape by a man named Kinky Friedman and his Texas Jew-boy Band.

I loved it. One number that really caught my attention was ... well interesting.

I spent most of the rest of the trip cleaning leathers for the performance that night, interrupted by occasional requests for coffee, tea, and coke. No, not THAT kind.

Although I did detect a slight smell of burning leaves from the direction of Denny's compartment.

The Phoenix performance went like clockwork. Like Clockwork Orange that is.

By the time we got set up and ready to go it was showtime, and no time for rehearsal.

Not that you could tell the difference anyway. The big event in Phoenix was the arrival of the local chapter of Anti-Rockers for Jesus.

The band played, the protesters tried to drown them out, and I got a headache.

Valerie finally had enough of it , threw her headset down, and got off the stage. She headed for the leader of the ARJ group with her guitar still in hand to use as a bludgeon , and me trying to stay with her. I know, one of the security types should have been doing it, but they were all too busy keeping the crowd under control.

She faced off with the leader, a tall guy with a John 3:12 T-shirt on and challenged his right to fuck with her concert.

"You are Godless and your music is a work of Satan!", the guy shouted over the crown noise.

"And your head is so far up your ass ...", Valerie started to respond before I cut her off.

"Excuse me. Is there something you'd like to hear the group sing? A religious number perhaps?", I interjected.

He looked at me funny.

"Is this a joke? The only religious song those Daughters of Satan would know would be for the Devil himself!"

I refrained from correcting him. Daughters of Ay'esha wouldn't be much better in his eyes.

Valerie was really confused at that point by the way this conversation was going.

"Don't worry my friend, this is a respectful song about Jesus Christ himself, not a four letter word in it at all. Trust me.", I said in my most sincere tone.

While he was still trying to figure it out, I took my life in my hands, and Valerie's arm and led her back to the stage.

"What in the fuck are you doing?", she said as we headed back towards the stage.

"Mistress, if you fight with them, you give them what they want. If you make people laugh at them, they lose. Trust me on this", I said as we climbed back on stage. I went over to Ace who had been watching the whole affair from the control board.

"Ace, get me a wireless microphone and patch me through to Valerie's headset. Cut out the main speakers though.", I said.

She looked at me like I'd flipped, but hooked me up.

"Can everybody hear me?", I asked.

I heard a chorus of "Yeah", followed by Minx demanding to know what I was doing.

"Ace you patched in too?", I asked

"I hear you.", she said.

"Good. I promised that Jesus Freak asshole a religious song, and we're gonna give it to him. Ace, I want that Kinky Friedman tape you were playing on the bus cued up."

` She laughed and then I heard her drop off the air.

"Michael I want to know exactly what you are doing.", Minx said in her most commanding tone.

"Mistress, I want you to listen to the tape that Ace is getting. I can feed you guys the lyrics or you can take 'em off the tape, but you have to play the music yourselves."

Ace came back on the air at that moment.

"Loaded and cued. Which song?", she asked.

"Like I have to tell you. Play it once for the girls, and then recue it."

She started the tape and I saw the expressions on everyone's face change from confusion to joy.

The crowd was getting rowdier, so time was running out. When the tape finished, I heard it go into fast rewind and then stop.

"Ready to go.", Ace said.

"Mistresses? Should I announce the next number?", I asked.

From each member of the Harmonica Virgins I got a thumbs up, and from Minx a blown kiss.

"OK Ace, bring up the house speakers and patch me in."

I walked out to the edge of the stage and waved my arms.

"OK ladies and gentlemen, sorry about the delay, but we have a special number for our friends from the Anti-Rockers for Jesus. Let's show them how we feel about them!", I yelled

The crowd started booing and throwing things in their general direction.

"Let's be cool now. This song is just for them.", I said stepping back

Valerie stepped forward to the microphone.

"This song's for you Jesus Freaks out there! Hit it!, she yelled.

The first chords of a country and western guitar tune spilled out over the audience, and the crowd was almost silent until the final chorus, when they all started in singing as the ARJ people shouted in anger.

"They ain't making Jews like Jesus anymore, they don't turn the other cheek the way they done before.

"The whole damn place was singing as they sashayed out that door, LORD! They ain't making Jews like Jesus anymore!"

That was enough for the ARJ types. They charged the stage and were met by thirty of the Phoenix PD's finest and escorted from the room to the cheers of the rest of the crowd.

From that song Valerie went into her version of Janie B. Goode.

"Her momma told her, "Get yourself an all-girl band, And show 'em you can rock as hard as any man;People will be comin' in from miles around ,to hear the rock and roll you gals are layin' down; Pretty soon your name is gonna be in lights, Sayin' JANIE B. GOODE - TONIGHT!"

I stood next to Ace and watched Valerie sing. She might be a bitch but she sings like an angel. A fallen one, mind you.

The show closed with the somewhat cynical rendition of "Open up your heart and let the sun shine in", that Valerie loved to shock people with, and the stage lights went down.

The crowd roared for more and as the lights went up the girls took their bows. A second and then a third time.

Valerie dragged me up to the edge of the stage and ordered me to kneel when the lights came up again.

"This is my piss drinking, ass licking little boy toy!", she shouted into the microphone."Anyone got the balls to take his place, come up here!"

I made my way back towards Minx and hid behind her in embarrassment.

Sure enough she had a taker and a guy crawled onto the stage and laid there face up as she spread her legs.

Before anything could happen though, the lights went out and Butch pulled Valerie away from the guy.

I could see disappointment on his face, but that's show biz!

Butch hustled Valerie off the stage and pushed her against the wall in anger.

"You stupid bitch! There are thirty cops out there! Piss on the guy and we all get fuckin busted, what's the matter with you?!", she shouted.

Before Valerie could answer, her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted.

Two hours later at the hospital the doctor came out and told us that she was refusing treatment and would like to leave.

The doctor shook his head in disgust and went back into the treatment room.

Valerie walked out under her own power and signaled for me to help her.

We went to the admissions office to sign out and I confirmed my suspicions.

She handed me the form and told me to look it over. It was the standard form and all it needed was her signature.

"No problem, just sign it.", I said.

She took the pen and hesitated.

"I'm not signing anything!", she said, throwing the clipboard down.

"Then you don't get out.", I said picking it up.

She turned to Minx.

"Tell this little asshole that I want out!", she snapped.

Minx looked at her and then took the clipboard from me.

"I'll help you sign it.", she said taking Valerie's hand and moving it across the paper.

The paperwork done, we left the hospital and I hailed a cab for the ride back to the club.

When we got back to the bus everybody was in bed except for Ace, who helped Valerie to her compartment. Minx and Ace came out a few minutes later with three bottles of whisky and handed them to me to safekeeping.

"Mistress, do you think Valerie is illiterate?", I asked.

"Yes. But how did you know?", Minx asked.

"She refuses to sign autographs. With her ego? Think about it."

"Then who's writing the songs?"

"That I don't know. Should we cancel the rest of the tour?", I asked.

"No fuckin way!", I heard Valerie yell from her compartment. "It's my band and my life, and we're going to finish this fuckin tour if it kills me!"

"It damn well may!", Ace snarled back.

"Fuck you!"

"You haven't done that in months!", Ace retorted.

I looked at Ace in surprise.

"OK we were both drunk at the time.", she explained.

The yelling brought the rest of the band out of their compartments to join in the debate.

"Let her croak herself. That way we can get some sleep.", Butch said, as Denny slapped her shoulder at the comment.

"Hey, she dies, the band breaks up.", Denny argued.

Alexa just sat and listened quietly to the whole debate, not saying anything. When she did the whole group fell silent.

"I'd miss you if you died.", she said.

"Actually, so would I. I think you're a pain in the ass, but you're a talented pain in the ass.", Minx added.

"Piss on you!", was the retort.

"In your dreams."

I could see this was getting us nowhere fast.

"Mistress Minx , may I make a suggestion?", I asked.

"Yes."

"Let's just get started. If we're on the road, she has to rest. The decision doesn't have to be made right now does it?", I said

Minx considered it.

"Valerie, if you rest and stay off the booze until after the concert on Wednesday, I won't cancel. And you know I can call the record company and do it.", she warned.

There was a long silence and I was beginning to think Valerie had passed out before she replied.

"I stay clean and sober until Wednesday, and you don't cancel. What about afterwards?"

Minx looked through the door at her.

"That's up to you. "

"Move it Ace!", Valerie snapped.

That seemed to be an answer and we started for El Paso.

We rolled our way across Arizona with a brief stop in Benson, and reached the New Mexico border a few hours later.

Valerie was a good girl and stayed in her compartment for most of the ride, coming out only for a meal stop. Of course I had to bird dog her to keep her from sneaking a beer at lunch, but she realized that I wasn't going to give up easily and stopped trying.

Alexa actually came out and played cards with Minx and I, which surprised Denny and Ace. Of course playing cards with a Mistress is like playing chess with a Wookie.

I lost badly , but I could afford it. M&M's are cheap enough.

We stopped for the night about halfway to El Paso and after dinner Denny called me into her compartment.

She was sitting on her bunk topless, holding the bong that Ace and the girl at the first party were using.

Now I didn't describe it before because it didn't seem important, but I will now. It was a glass sculpture of an erect cock about six inches long.

"Yes Mistress?", I asked.

"On your knees slave.", she directed getting up and walking towards me, her firm tits moving slightly.

I knelt and waited as she took a hit from the bong and placed it on a shelf.

Before I could react she grabbed my head and pulled it back. With one swift motion she forced her tongue into my mouth and exhaled a mouth full of pot smoke into me.

I coughed and sputtered as she held her mouth over mine, and then gasped as she released me.

I coughed until my eyes watered. She giggled at my reaction and then took another hit herself.

I started to get up and she pushed me back down with a booted foot.

"I didn't say you could leave.", she said, with a sneer.

"Mistress, please. I don't use drugs.", I said trying to creep backwards across the floor.

Her eyes widened in delight.

"Then I get to take your cherry. You'll learn to love it.", she purred.

I started to call for Minx and was silenced by her diving onto my prone body and smothering me in her cleavage.

"Bad slave!. I'll have to punish you for that later.. but now.", she crooned in my ear.

I felt her hands fumble along the floor and then she pulled back and jammed a pair of panties in my mouth and tied them in with a bathrobe cord.

The thump on the floor must have attracted Butch's attention because she opened the door of the compartment and peeked in.

"Looks like fun.", she said looking down at me.

Denny looked up at her and laughed.

"I'm going to take his cherry tonight. Get his Mistress out of here for an hour of so.", she asked.

I tried to plead with Butch for help, but she seemed far more interested in looking at Denny's tits.

"OK, but if there's any shit about it, I don't know anything.", she agreed and closed the door again.

I tried to struggle against the weight of her body, but didn't get anywhere. I could hear Minx and Butch leave together along with Ace and Valerie. There was a long period of silence and then Denny got off me and ordered me to my knees.

I laid there unwilling to move.

"You can kneel before me slave, and we can have some fun tonight, or I can spend the next hour kicking you in the balls, and that's not nearly as much fun for either of us.", she said, taking another hit from the bong.

I just watched the white smoke curl and then erupt up the shaft into her mouth.

She held it and then blew it back into the glass prick.

"Well?", she asked lazily

I just looked at her.

Then all I saw was a red haze as she kicked me in the balls. The pain was awful and I tried to curl into a ball moaning into the panties. Goddess it hurt!

"Now, you can cooperate, or you can spend the next hour hurting.", I heard her say through the haze of pain.

I nodded weakly squinting through slitted eyes at her.

"Good. Don't worry, you'll really enjoy this.", she said,helping me onto my knees before her.

She untied the cord and pulled the soggy panties out of my mouth while I groaned from the pain. I didn't resist her removing my shirt, and reaching down to remove my pants. I stopped her at that point, and for obvious reasons took my own sweet time getting undressed.

She just watched , not saying anything, but with a hint of a smile.

I knelt before her naked and put my head down and waited.

"Michael, don't keep your head down. I want you to look at me.", she said.

I looked up at her as she took the bong and lit it again and took a deep breath.

She held it and then moved to me and kissed me again, blowing the smoke into me.

This time I didn't cough as much as I was ready for it. The stuff still smelled bad and tasted worse, but it was an unusual sensation.

I blew the smoke back out as she pulled away.

"Isn't that nicer than being kicked?", she asked, sitting back on the bed again.

"Yes", I agreed in a somewhat rasping voice.

It was a very odd sensation going on in my head. I'd been drunk once, and felt a bit light headed, but this was really strange. What was even stranger was, I was getting horny.

She could see the change and laid back on the bed, placing the bong on a shelf next to her.

"Come up here and lay down with me.", she invited.

I crawled up alongside her and put my head down on the pillow next to her.

She stared into my eyes and then gently stroked my head.

"Are you afraid of me?", she asked.

"A little.", I admitted."I'm still hurting from being kicked."

"I know. But I had to get your attention. I want your body, Michael. I want to lick you and suck you and fuck your brains out. I was watching when you and that girl were getting it on in the park. I was so fucking horny, I wanted to join you two. I was going to get you myself that night, but Val beat me to it."

I just laid there my head buzzing slightly, and blushed at the idea.

She ran her hands down my body and toyed with my nipples gently. They arose in response to her touch.

"I like that. They're so sensitive.", she said.

Her touch was light, but not so light as to cause me to become ticklish. She stopped and picked up the bong for another hit and blew the smoke towards me. Setting it down, she slipped her pants off and then started licking my nipples and reached down to gently feel my cock..

I moaned from her attentions to my body.

"Why?", I asked trying to focus my thoughts

"Why what? Why am I being so nice to you? Because nobody else so far has been. I'm sorry I kicked you, and I'll try and make it up to you."

Those were her last words before she turned around and slipped my cock into her mouth, leaving her pussy only a few inches from my face.

I moved towards her and started licking gently.

She moaned with a mouthful of my cock and wiggled on my face in encouragement.

I continued my gentle tonguing of her clit for some time, until she let my now hard cock slip out of her mouth. She slid off my face and slipped her way down my body leaving a sweet smelling trail of wetness until she reached my cock.

She slipped off me and reached for the bong again, and wrapped her lips around it. She took a hit and then squatted on my chest, holding the hot glass prick between her legs.

"Suck my cock , wrap those slutty lips around my dick."

I didn't really want to, but she pulled my head up and slipped it into my mouth.

I took a breath and tried to blow it back out again,but choked as she slid the glass dong deeper into my throat.

I tried to push her back but she just pressed deeper into my throat then pulled out suddenly letting me exhale.

I coughed as she took another hit herself and then set the bong aside and mounted my still hard cock.

The sensation of warm wetness engulfed me and I laid there with my head buzzing, feeling her moving up and down on my prick. The sensations were intense, in fact more intense than I had ever felt before.

I wondered if it was the pot, or the fact I hadn't been fucked that way in a very long time. I actually felt like I'd earned it. With Angel I felt a little bit guilty about it, I mean I'd just treated her brother like I'd wanted to be treated.

But the way Denny was treating me made me feel like .. like a man again.

I felt fully alive and desirable again, not just a servant to others. I felt special.

I touched her as she rode my cock for her pleasure and mine. I admitted it to myself. I liked having my cock in her, I liked feeling her hot wetness surround me.

I ran my hands over her tits and stroked her nipples feeling them tense under my touch, feeling her warm body pulse under my touch.

Then she came moaning in pleasure and collapsed on me as I held her next to me, my cock still hard in her cunt.

She smiled at me after a moment and moved against the hardness again and rolled over clutching my body, pinning me against her.

I laid on top of her and she looked up at me encouragingly.

"Go ahead, fuck me Michael. Cum in me", she said clamping her legs around my ass and pulling me deep into her.

She used her legs to help drive me deeper into her cunt, urging me on, and then I felt the start of my orgasm.

"Oh goddess, I'm going to cum!", I moaned, trying to control it.

"Do it, shoot inside me, give me that hot seed my love!", she cried.

I couldn't control it any longer and felt myself cum inside her, spurting into her with a moan and a shudder.

She held me on top of her as my cock slowly collapsed inside her.

The door to the compartment cracked open and Minx peeked in carefully. At the sight of us she smiled and closed the door, then reopened it and sniffed the air. She looked at me and shook her head slightly as if to scold me gently, and closed the door again.

Denny woke all the way up a few minutes later looked at me, smiled for a moment, and then her eyes narrowed.

"Get off me!", she hissed.

I rolled off her and onto the bed,.

"On the floor slave!", she snapped.

I crawled onto the floor and knelt waiting for her wrath to descend on me.

"Look at me!"

I looked up slowly.

"Hi lover.", she laughed. " Scared you didn't I?"

I just looked at her and shook my head.

"If you weren't a Mistress of Ay'esha, I'd paddle you for that. You scared the shit out of me.", I said in mock anger.

She rolled over onto her tummy and wiggled her ass .

"Don't let that stop you.", she teased.

I sat on the side of the bed and grabbed her ass firmly then swatted it.

It felt good to do that to her.

She wiggled against my hand asking for more.

Again I swatted her, and then again. I started enjoying giving the spanking for a change, instead of getting it.

Her ass started turning pink from it, and then I stopped. I ran a finger lightly across the punished flesh and felt her quiver under my touch.

She rolled over and smiled at me, and I could see that she was aroused again, her nipples wrinkled in pleasure.

"Did you enjoy that?", she said, reaching for the bong again.

I stopped her and placed it out of her reach.

"Yes I did. I guess that's your dirty little secret isn't it. You like being spanked.", I said.

She looked at me and actually blushed slightly.

"Yes I do. I like having a man spank me, a real man like you.", she admitted.

It was my turn to blush at that point. A real man. I hadn't been a real man in years. Surreal perhaps.

" So why me? You know I'm a slave. You know I'm sworn to serve Mistress Minx and any Daughter of Ay'esha."

She looked at me and reached out to touch my cheek.

"I wanted you to feel like a man again, not a thing to be used. I've been watching you since you joined us. You actually care about all of us, even Val. You could have let those ass holes in Phoenix ruin the concert. Instead you made them look stupid. You treat Ace like a princess, and even Alexa likes you. You are a very special guy Michael.", she said. "And I'm happy I met you."

My blush started moving to the danger zone. I have never been able to accept a compliment without feeling a sort of "Aw shucks" reaction.

She giggled at the color change in my face.

"And you blush. It takes a real man to do that, because it means he's showing his feelings."

Before she could say anything more, I kissed her.

There was a knock on the door at that point.

"Are you decent?", I heard Minx ask.

"No, but come in anyway!", Denny called.

Minx came into the compartment and looked at Denny and I and looked like she wanted to laugh.

"I guess you two had a good time while we were gone.", she said sitting on the bed next to me.

Denny looked at her without a blink and her expression conveyed a challenge that Minx quickly disarmed.

"Hey, no problem. I just wanted to make sure he pleased you.", she demurred.

"Yes he did. I had to force him to start with, but after that he did very well without any prodding.", she said defensively.

"Well good.", Minx said uncertain of what was going on.

I just sat silently watching the two women talk. I almost thought Minx was jealous of Denny for a few minutes, then I decided that Denny didn't really understand how Minx felt about me.

Most people didn't.

Minx kissed me on the head and left me with Denny, with a smile on her face.

"Will that be all Mistress?", I asked Denny with exaggerated respect.

"No, that will not be all.", she said rolling over and looking back at me over her shoulder.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Spank my ass again Michael. And make me want you."

By the next morning I was both sore and tired and so was Denny. Minx crept in and woke me up before everybody else and led me outside the bus.

"Did you sleep any Michael?", she said looking into my eyes. I don't know what she saw, but from my point of view all I saw was streaks of red overlaying my normal vision.

"A bit. Mistress, I have a confession.", I said carefully.

"You mean about the pot? I can tell. I didn't think you did that sort of thing.", she said.

"Well, I didn't really want to, but it happened. And I did sort of like it. Not that I'm likely to do that again anytime soon."

"I hope not. The Bank has policies about that sort of thing.", she said with an evil smile.

"Mistress...", I started to whine.

She laughed at my expression.

"Don't worry. I was only teasing.", she said quickly.

"Mistress, I wish you wouldn't do that.", I said crossly

"Ooh, cranky baby. Do you need a bottle and a nap.", she cooed.

I just stood and looked at her, then relaxed.

"Coffee and a PepsidAC would be better.", I said kneeling at her feet.

She pulled my head to her body and stroked my head softly.

"This has been a hard trip on you hasn't it? You've been humiliated, you've had to fight, you've stopped a riot, and you have had to deal with a woman with a drinking problem.", she said.

I sighed and snuggled into her a bit more.

"And I'm proud of you Michael. I had no idea how hard this trip would be on you.", she continued.

"Well the worst is yet to come. I need to keep Valerie clean and sober for two whole days. I'm not sure I can."

"Then stop. I won't hold you responsible. She knows exactly what will happen if she shows up drunk. I stop the tour, cancel her contracts , and she'll never work in the music industry again." , Minx said.

I thought about it. I didn't like Valerie. But I did like the rest of the band. Even Butch wasn't all that bad. If the contract was canceled the girls would be out of work.

I guess the expression on my face told Minx how I felt, because she patted me on the head softly.

"I'll try and find the rest of the band a new job, but I don't have that much control over the company. Maybe she'll take me seriously."

I doubted it, but I have been wrong in the past.

My faith was put to the test late that day when we arrived in El Paso.

We arrived at the arena and Ace parked the bus in a corner of the parking lot.

The other bus pulled up along side and we ran a tarp between the two busses to make a large shaded area. The security guards issued temporary ID cards so we could use the bathrooms inside the arena, and one of the techs got a barbecue going.

The girls started tossing a beach ball around and the scene was actually becoming somewhat tranquil. Even Alexa came out of her shell long enough to play for a little while.

Then I noticed that Val wasn't anywhere around.

I walked towards the security gate and asked the guard if he'd seen her.

"Oh yeah. She borrowed one of the scooters and headed for the border."

Oh shit.

"How long ago?"

"About fifteen minutes. She can't take the scooter across the border though. She'll have to walk in."

"Thanks. Got another scooter I can use?"

"Nope. But if you can wait a little while, I'll take you down there myself.", he offered.

"Terrific. Let me tell my boss, and I'll be right back."

I walked back to the busses and took Minx aside.

"Mistress, Val has headed for the border. Request permission to follow.", I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mistress. She checked out a scooter from the security guards. I have a ride down there, but I'm not sure I can catch up with her."

"Then don't bother. She's through. As soon as she gets back, it's over.", Minx said heatedly.

"All right. Is it ok if I take some time out tonight?", I asked.

"Sure. What were you planning on doing?"

"Oh just a trip to Juarez for some shopping."

Minx looked at me with disdain.

"I thought I just told you not to try and follow Val?", she said.

"I'm not. How could I find her with a head start anyway? I was going to look for a new leather vest for me. Do you want to come with me?"

Minx thought a moment and then said "Yes."

That was not the answer I wanted to hear. Damn.

The security guard drove us to the border crossing and found the scooter Val had borrowed parked next to the fence. I help him load it into the back of his pickup truck and he waved good bye as he drove off.

"You know she's going to be pretty pissed off when she finds the scooter gone.", I commented to Minx as we walked across the bridge into Mexico.

"We may have saved someone's life though. Probably hers", Minx responded.

We made out way through the crowds of shoppers, hawkers, hookers, and panhandlers.

We reached the main shopping district a few minutes later and found a store selling leather goods.

It only took a few minutes to find a vest for me. Minx on the other hand, had a more extensive bit of shopping in mind.

An hour later, we made our way back into the streets with my vest and her boots, vest, dress, coat, belt, jacket and hat.

The only concession to me was a new leather carrying bag to haul everything back in.

The crowds were thinning a bit, but in trying to make our way back towards the border, we found ourselves in a side street that paralleled the main street. It was a bit less crowded and there were more of the regular residents of the city to be seen.

One not so regular citizen, did make a short lived attempt to hustle the travel bag off my shoulder. I was well braced however and slung him and it into a wall to the laughter of some of the children playing in the street.

I picked the bag up and rejoined Minx who had been watching my back, and continued our walk.

We made our way back to the main street in time to see a group of teenagers jumping and yelling in delight around someone.

When we got closer we could see it was Val, surrounded by fans waving pieces of paper and books.

She looked both angry and frightened and she was cursing loud enough for us to hear her over the crowd of fans.

"Should we rescue her or let her drown?", I asked.

Minx surveyed the situation as we saw a police officer approach the crowd with his riot baton at the ready.

"Well we don't need to bail her out of the Juarez jail. See if you can get her out of there before the cops arrest her."

I handed Minx the bag and plunged into the crowd from one side as the cop approached from the other.

When I got to her all I could say was "RUN!".

She broke out of the crowd with Minx trailing behind her and the fans calling after her. The cop started blowing his police whistle and the pursuit was on with Minx and Val heading for the safety of the border a few blocks away and me trying to keep the police officer from following. I finally gave up on trying to misdirect the cop, and finally tripped him so that he fell.

The rest of the crowd passed him as he struggled to get up, and I took off running back into town hoping he would follow me now.

He crawled to his feet and took off after me and I figured on leading him back into town, losing him, and then making my way back to the border crossing.

Three hours later, I was up to my hips in the Rio Grande fording the river and hoping like so many others that I didn't get caught by the Border Patrol.

It seemed that the first cop's pratfall had been seen by other officers and I found myself at the wrong end of a group of angry police all of them ready to arrest me after using my head as a pinata.

At least it had been a short chase before I lost them, but had made it very clear that crossing the border at the main bridge would be risky at best.

I considered going to the Embassy and asking for help, but reconsidered quickly.

"Yes sir. I tripped a police officer while helping a member of an all girl rock band named the Harmonica Virgins escape from a group of fans because she's illiterate and can't write her own name."

They'd throw away the key.

It took me a little time to find a smuggler who was willing to accept my story of being a writer trying to do a real story on border crossings. It took him a lot less time to accept my cash for the crossing.

Shortly before sunrise I made my way back to the bus, dripping wet and smelling like the goats I had hitched a ride into town with.

Minx was still awake when I dripped my way into the bus.

She threw her arms around me and then recoiled at the smell.

"Get cleaned up Michael. And put those clothes in a plastic bag", she said pushing me away.

A hot shower later I was sitting at Minx's feet with the rest of the group gathered around listening to the story of my return.

"And that's how I got back. So I'm now an international terrorist.", I said, sipping.

"But well loved. ", Minx said." Val, did you learn anything tonight?"

Val started to say something sarcastic and then stopped.

"Yes I did. Never go into Juarez alone."

"That wasn't what I meant. If you had been able to write your name, none of it would have happened.", Minx reminded.

Val just stared at Minx and the rest of the group with the exception of Ace stared at her.

"You mean you can't write?", Butch said in amazement." Who's writing the songs?"

I just looked over at Ace and waited.

"Umm", Ace said.

"You?", Denny said in equal tones.

"Val thinks them up, I write them down.", Ace confessed.

Val leaned back and looked at the ceiling of the bus.

"Ace wrote Janie B. Goode by herself. I took it and paid her for it.", she admitted." OK, are you all happy? I can't write my fucking name or even read very well. So laugh at me like everybody else does!", she said her voice rising in volume with each word.

From a corner of the bus came a small voice.

"I'm not laughing.", Alexa said." I don't think it's funny at all."

"And neither do I.", Denny said." Why didn't you tell us earlier?"

"Because she has to be perfect.", Butch sneered.

"Like you?", Val said standing up.

"Stop that both of you!", Minx commanded. "Val, have you ever been tested for dyslexia?"

"What's that?", she said.

"It's a reading disorder. Do the words seem to switch around unless you really concentrate on them?"

"Yes, sometimes.", she admitted.

"Well then you don't have a problem at all that can't be fixed with some time and some tutoring.", Minx said. "Would you like to learn to read and write?"

There was a long silence, and then a quiet "Yes".

"All right then. Michael!"

"Yes Mistress!", I said snapping to attention.

" I want you to arrange for a tutor to assist Val on the rest of the tour. Call Dr. Ruth at the School and tell her I need someone from the special education department. And make sure she can play a guitar."

"Yes Mistress. The tour is continuing?", I asked.

"Val was sober when we got back. We had a long talk about things and I believe she's going to stay clean."

I looked at Denny and saw her wink at me.

"Will we be going on as well?"

"No. I've been in touch with the Bank and I have to go back. You can stay though if you want."

"Wither you go, I follow. When do we leave?"

"Tonight after the show."

The show that night was just as rowdy as usual and Val threw herself into the show with all of her newfound energy.

Ace touched my shoulder and pointed to the crowd dancing in the aisles.

At the back of the room stood a Border Patrol officer and the smuggler that I'd paid to help me cross.

"Oh shit. How'd they find me here?", I yelled to Ace over the music.

"They probably asked one of the kids that was pestering Val last night and figured it out.", she yelled back.

Minx looked towards me at that moment and I pointed to the back of the room. She saw and nodded then made her way over to Val, then danced her way back.

I slipped out the back of the building and made my way around to where the agent was standing.

"Hey man ,you looking for someone?", I asked.

The smuggler looked at me in my leathers and shook his head.

"No, the guy we're looking for is a geek.", he said, pronouncing it with a long e sound.

"What makes you think you'll find him here?", I said feeling more and more like Bugs Bunny with Elmer Fudd. You know. Did he have a big furry tail like this one?

The Border Patrol officer explained that there had been an incident with a member of the band the previous night, and that there were some questions.

"Oh man," I said." I'll bet you're talking about Brian, man.", I said in my best stoned roadie accent."We fired his ass this morning. Punk showed up wet and stoned for work. Val said fire 'im. Took his ass to the Greyhound station and sent him off."

"Where was he going?", the officer demanded taking out a note pad.

"Hey, he bought his own ticket. But the header on the bus said Toronto."

The officer wrote it down in his book ,added my name. You know, John C. Calhoun, and left the place with his friend Finking Freddy right behind him.

I went back to my place and Ace asked me what that was all about.

"Don't know. They were looking for someone. I told them he's on a bus for Toronto."

Ace just looked at me with a slow grin spreading across her face.

"You lied to those guys?"

"No I did not lie. Or my name isn't John C. Calhoun." , I said smugly.

The band came offstage to the cheers and screams of the crowd as Minx and Val both asked what happened to the police.

"They're looking for a guy named Brian that's on a bus to Toronto."

"What?", Val said, while Minx just looked away shaking her head.

"Never mind Mistress. Let's just say if anybody asks, you fired him today."

Val started to say something but Minx just held up her hand.

"Let me give you a suggestion Val. Don't ask. You really don't want to know.", she warned.

I handed the girls some drinks and gave Val and Butch a quick shoulder massage. Denny did the same for Alexa as the crowd got a bit louder.

"Ok, ladies, let hit it!", Val said standing up so suddenly, I almost fell on my ass.

Everybody started back onto the stage except Val, who pulled me aside.

"We're adding a number tonight. When I call for you, you get your ass on that stage and kneel in front of Mistress Minx. You'll know what to do.", She hissed.

"Yes Mistress.", I said a bit startled.

I spent the rest of the evening wondering what she had in mind. She couldn't go too far, but still...

"We have a new member of the band here tonight, the dynamic, beautiful, Minx on the keyboards!", Val yelled into the microphone, "And a new member of the road crew, our slave Michael! Get your ass out here pussyboy!"

I scrambled onto the stage and knelt before Minx. She just smiled down at me and then I heard the drums start into a tango tempo.

As the crowd cheered I heard the first notes of Tom Lehrer's Masochism Tango arranged for rock guitar.

I couldn't help it; I started lip synching it as Minx laughed and played the keyboards.

As the curtain closed on the show, I went into the back room and waited for the girls to come in.

When they did I set about the ritual of the foot rubs, and kissed each one's feet afterwards. When I got to Denny though she stopped me, sat on the floor herself, and removed my shoes over my protests.

"Hey if the Pope can wash the feet of a beggar, why can't a Mistress of Ay'esha rub the feet of a devoted and loyal slave.", she said.

Minx just sat and smirked as I accepted somewhat reluctantly the offered service. My embarrassment increased as Alexa snuggled in next to me. And then Butch and Val got into the act and I found myself surrounded by four sweating leather clad women while Minx watched my blush rise to new shades of red.

"You planned this didn't you?", I asked her.

"Not me. They're just saying that they like you.", she said.

"Then why do I feel like a lion in a den of Daniels?"

Denny slithered between my legs and moved up against me.

"Because I'm going to eat you tonight.", she whispered in my ear before putting her tongue in it.

It was late the next morning when Minx and I left for the airport for the flight home.

I was tired but relaxed and Minx was just plain relaxed.

"Thank you Mistress for letting me spend the night with Denny.", I said as the cab took us to the El Paso airport.

"You did earn it Michael. But I am somewhat concerned about your tendency as of late to break laws and take physical action.", Minx said looking me in the eye.

"Yes Mistress.", I said somewhat chastised.

""I know you are trying to do your best, and I also know you are trying to impress me with your physical ability. I really don't care."

"Mistress?", I said somewhat confused.

"You are not James Bond or John Steed. You are Michael Forbin. You are a very well intentioned and intelligent man, who has served Ay'esha well. But, unless you start using your brain more and your muscles less, I will have no choice but to stop including you in Ay'esha affairs."

I considered her words. She was right. Ever since the Kali affair, I had looked at things like I was a character in a spy novel.

"Yes Mistress. I guess I've been a bit ... macho as of late.", I admitted.

"You are still a man. I will never try and take that from you. You have a right to be proud of yourself. But I have been reading your Diaries. You are not telling the stories that need to be told. You haven't written about your training at the Spa. Or told people how you and I were reunited. If you are going to be the Dr. Watson to my Sherlock Holmes, then you need to tell those stories too."

I shifted uncomfortable in my seat at the reminder of my early time with Ay'esha before being reunited with Minx.

"Do you want me to stop writing for now?", I asked.

"NO! But I want you to tell the more personal stories. I mean, telling the stories about our adventures is actually a bit fun for me to read. You have a far different view of things than I do.

But the Mother of Many and I wanted you to write the Diaries as a way for other slaves to learn about us.

"Until I tell you otherwise, I do not want you writing about our travels anymore. I want you to write about YOU again."

"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry I've screwed up.", I said , my head hanging down.

She reached out and raised my head to face her.

"Michael, you just forgot for a little while that the Diaries are about you. What you feel, and what you learned. Just focus on telling the tales."

"May I tell this story Mistress?"

"Yes you may. But no more of the travel stories."

"Not even the trip to Hawaii or Scotland."

"Michael ....", she warned.

I didn't say anything else. I was a bit unhappy about her orders. I don't like writing about just me. It's embarrassing. Sort of like an endless "What I did on my summer vacation" essay.

She didn't say anything else about it on the flight home, and in fact didn't speak to me very much at all until we were leaving the airport.

Her car was waiting and I escorted her to it and loaded the bags in the trunk.

"Michael.", she said as I closed her door.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Please don't be sad. You've been able to write what you wanted for the last few months. Now school is back in session. Summer is over.

"Tell the world who you are and let them see what a special man you are."

She signaled for the driver to depart and I walked back to the terminal to call for a cab.

I didn't go home though. I went to the beach to think.

I watched the sunset and considered my early time with Ay'esha. It had been embarrassing and humiliating. I had been such a fool then. But Minx was right as always. I could at least serve as a bad example if nothing else. And then again I had succeeded. I was a good slave.

I walked back to the waiting cab, and directed the driver to take me home.

I had a tale to tell.

Chapter 10

I Love Rock & Roll