Biker's Broad

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

Writing as

Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire

© May 2003

  

Part II

  

Nothing of consequence happened over the next weeks until the trio of Harley's neared Coeur D'Arlene. They planned to stay with a good friend of Mike's and his family who owned a big ranch there. Nearing the large, chalet-styled house, loud gunfire could be heard above the Harleys' thunder. Big Mike turned to steer towards it.

Tara and Ron had been briefed, so they were prepared for what they might see on Todd's ranch, Jewel had not. They'd have loved to see her expression when she gasped loudly at the sight before her eyes!

Todd was seated on Chamois, his favorite palomino. Hearing the bikes approaching, he turned and waved to them. All but Jewel waved back. He reloaded the Winchester and slipped into its scabbard then rode across the meadow to intercept them on the dirt road.

Jewel hadn't even seen Todd; her full attention was straight ahead. Seated there was Cheetah, Todd's twenty-year-old daughter. She held her pony in check, waiting for her father's return. Jewel was fascinated.

"Drive over and retrieve the coyote, please, Cheetah?" Todd asked.

"Giddy-yup, Melons." She rippled the red reins and kissed the horse's rump with her driving whip. Jewel watched her trot away until they disappeared over a rise.

"Big Mike, great to see you again." Their handshake could have ripped the arms off a lesser men. Todd stood six foot eight.

"Let me introduce my sister, Tara, and my brother, Ron.

"My friend, Todd Evans.

"That's Ron's cunt, Jewel," Mike thumbed over his shoulder at the helpless Jewel.

"Good to see you guys," Todd spoke with a soft voice that belied his size.

"We'll wait for Cheetah to return then go the house. Beer's been waiting.

"So, how was the trip?"

"Great, couldn't be better," Ron answered. "But it will be good to rest for a few days. You've a beautiful spread."

"Three thousand acres. Winters are a bit rough, but it sure beats the piss outta New York."

"What? You don't miss rush hour commuting?" Tara quipped. Todd spit tobacco juice in response.

"Yeah, right."

Cheetah returned, set the brake and got off. Jewel couldn't help, but stare at the exotic girl. Cheetah was almost as naked, but that isn't what drew her attention; her body was covered with spots!

Her father did the introductions.

"And who's this little treasure, daddy?" Cheetah had silver rings in her nipples. Her breasts were nearly as large as Jewel's and jiggled about in the hard cups of her silver studded, black leather corset as she walked closer in her western-styled, thigh boots.

"That's Ron's girl, Jewel."

"Hi." Cheetah wasn't the least bit shy, she pulled off her short glove and fondled Jewel's breast through the bulging latex top.

"Hi," returned Jewel.

"Nice jewelry, Jewel" Cheetah played with the ring.

"I like yours too, especially the one in your nose." Cheetah's septum was pierced.

"Daddy told me you'll be visiting with us for a few days. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." While continuing to fondle Jewel, her other hand had found the cuffs, lock on her helmet and she'd seen those on her ankles.

"We going to stay out here all day, or go to the house? Melons is pretty well spent?"

"As hard as you've been driving her today that's no surprise. Mount up and we'll follow you to the stable."

Jewel wanted a much better look at the girl, but that would have to wait; she wasn't alone, Tara and Ron did too.

"I'll tend to Chamois, daddy." Cheetah took hold of the reins when he dismounted in stable yard. "I'll join you at the house when I'm done here."

"Thanks," Todd said.

"May I ride with you, Tara? I'm afraid the two of us might be a bit much for Mike's hog."

"Sure, hop on."

It hit Jewel that there was no other buildings around and that they'd ridden to the stable in a direction opposite from the house. 'Why was it located so remotely?' she questioned.

"Fascinating," Todd commented while Ron unlocked his girl from the cycle and clipped her leash. "Does she always ride like that?"

"Sometimes her wrists are at the sides of her waist," Ron answered. Jewel was wearing her black latex sheath with matching stockings and her knee boots. Her man unlocked one of her steel ankle cuffs from where it resided on her right leg and ratcheted about her left one. "One way or another, I keep her under control most of the time."

With her helmet off, Tara moved to tease Jewel's hair then freshened her lips. It had become a ritual.

"May I?" Todd had extended his large hand towards the leash. With her under his control, he asked permission to touch Ron's possession. Gently he explored Jewel's body with his hands, sending shivers up and down her spine.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you, little girl."

"I know," she forced a small smile. "It's just I've never ... been given to a stranger like this."

"Well, we'll just have to get to know each other much better so we're no longer strangers then." He bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. It was quick.

"Come back and kiss me properly. I've a surprise for you, Todd." Jewel's surprise was nothing in comparison to the way she'd shocked both Ron and Tara when they heard her say that. They looked to each other in question.

"I think your girl has come a long way, bro'," Tara said then lifted one of the packs to enter the house.

"Bedrooms are upstairs," Todd moved with Jewel close behind. The house had a central great room, two stories high with a surrounding mezzanine forming its second floor.

"My suite is here," he motioned, "and Cheetah has the other side. The guest rooms are pretty much the same. Take your pick," he offered. "I don't have much formality here."

"This is lovely." Tara looked in one room. "OK, Mike?" He just shrugged and followed her in.

"Will this one do, Ron?" Todd led Jewel into a room on the opposite side. It wasn't just a room, but a suite with sitting room, bedroom and bath.

Jewel came to a halt when led in the bedroom, uncharacteristically causing her leash to jerk. Todd chucked.

"I've some really kinky friends who vacation here a few times a year," Todd said to explain the small cage at the foot of king-sized bed. Looking around, Jewel saw there was far more then the barred, steel cube.

"I think I could come to like living here," Ron commented.

"You're welcome for as long as you'd like." Todd handed him the leash.

"Plenty of equipment in that locker and key ring is inside the door in the other room." Todd moved towards the door.

"An hour?" he asked.

"Or less," Ron answered.

"Like I said, no formalities here. Beer's in the fridge, liquor's behind the bar, but don't expect anyone to serve you." Todd left and closed the outer door.

Jewel smiled when Ron turned to her. "Guess I'm going to be spending some time in that," her head motioned to the cage. Ron just smiled.

"Turn around." Her cuffs fell away from the belt and he tossed that on the bed after unlocking it.

"Let me pee then you can shower first. Be extra attractive tonight." Her ankle cuffs clinked onto the bed too.

She started to undress. "What a beer?" Ron went to get some.

He was sitting naked on the bed when she emerged from the bathroom.

"What would you like me to wear, the outfit I got in Minnesota?"

"I don't think so. Wear that sheer top I got you and your rubber mini."

Once Jewel was laced into her black leather corset, she dressed in the black, long-sleeved pull-over that fit her like a stocking, but hid nothing, black fishnets and ankle strap pumps, she moved to take the ankle cuffs from the bed.

"Not tonight," Ron stopped her and handed her the belt with a lock.

"Do your hair and makeup while I clean up."

In the sitting room, she unpacked her makeup from one of the packs that had been brought there while she was in the bath. The motels had accustomed her to sitting on the floor when applying it, but the mirrored vanity there beckoned and she sat to use it.

"Ready?" Ron asked. She stood and accepted his hand.

"It's funny, I feel almost naked without the leash," she said as they went to the kitchen.

"I can't imagine why?" he returned.

Cheetah was there, beginning to prepare supper. Jewel saw that she sported a spotted fur tail, emerging from the back of the same leather two-piece garment that she'd seen earlier. Seven-inch heeled, thong sandals replaced the boots and she wore a head clip to add ears to her sparkling waist-length and spotted mane.

"You really play on your name," Ron smiled.

"Brings me lots of customers. I usually wear a dress to hide some of my spots at work."

"May I ask how long it takes you to make up your body and face, Cheetah?" Jewel was curious.

"This isn't makeup, hun'. I tattooed most of it myself and daddy did my eyes and where I couldn't reach. It takes me only a couple of minutes to glue on my lashes and gloss my lips."

"You're a tattoo artist?" Ron asked.

"Yup. Daddy had me taught by the best since we moved here. My Website pays better though. I'd be bored silly if all I had to occupy my time was Sunrise and Melons though."

"Sunrise and Melons?" Jewel's helmet impaired her hearing and she'd not heard the names before.

"My horses. You saw Melons earlier, don't you remember?"

"No, I didn't hear her name.

"You have two of them?"

"Yup. Daddy gave me Sunshine for my eighteenth birthday. Said he bought her at auction from some woman in California right after we moved here. I think he said that Valerie lost a bundle when a lot of the dot coms they'd invested in went belly up."

"Did he buy Melons too?" Ron's curiosity matched his girl's.

"Heavens no," Cheetah started to laugh. "Mom was fascinated by Black Blaze after she was brought here for a visit."

Todd coughed to get his daughter's attention. Cheetah saw his warning not to continue that story and changed the subject slightly.

"I don't know the whole story, I was away at one of the tattoo schools, but bottom line is that Melons is mine after Mom walked out.

"I'm drinking Rhine wine. You want that or beer?" Cheetah moved with lithe, feline grace to the refrigerator.

"May I try the wine, Ron?" Jewel requested.

"You may. I'll stick with beer."

"I really like this collar," Cheetah's long black nails skimmed over it. "Where'd you get it, Jewel?"

"Ron bought it for me." Ron mentioned the Website where he'd bought it then repeated it so Cheetah could write it down.

"I wonder if they offer longer spikes? I'm really tired of this one." She fingered the snug leather collar encircling her throat. It was rather plain by comparison.

Ron and Jewel sat at the table and talked with the girl until joined by the others.

"What did you used to do to earn enough to afford this place, Todd?"

"I was a corporate attorney in Manhattan, Ron. Pay was fantastic, but working conditions sucked. How about you?" He told them he was a surgeon.

"And you, Jewel?" Todd inquired.

"I'm a biker broad. Except for keeping my man happy, I don't have to work."

"Lucky girl," Cheetah said as she entered with the wine jug to refill Jewel's glass.

"You got a boyfriend, Cheetah?" Todd snorted when Jewel asked.

"Not that kinda girl, Jewel. I favor cute chicks like you." Cheetah was everything but shy. She sat right next to Jewel on the couch.

"What will it take to convince you to share her while you're here, Ron?" Her frank question startled everyone, but her father.

"I'll leave that up to Jewel, but her belt stays locked."

Cheetah had seen the unmistakable contours beneath her latex skirt. "I can live with that condition." She began to finger Jewel's nipple ring.

"Couldn't stuff your twat if I wanted to anyway, but I'll bet you are one hot little pussy in bed."

Jewel opened her glistening red lips and stuck out her ringed tongue with a long licking movement. "Ron thinks so," she grinned.

Jewel had eyes for the cat girl since all of her had registered and very much looked forward to the experience.

The two girls cleaned up the kitchen after the meal then returned to the others hand-in-hand.

"Ron, I have to bed down the horses. OK if Jewel comes with me?"

"No problem. Keep her till tomorrow and see if you want her any longer.

"Jewel run up to the room and bring down your leash and ankle cuffs."

They were talking about her chastity belt when she returned.

"May I see it, Ron?" Todd knew that the decision wasn't up to Ron's girl.

"Sure.

"Jewel, give me your skirt and be quick abut it," he snapped. In the weeks they'd been together, Ron had taught her that he'd not tolerate disobedience and that he considered hesitation to be disobedience. Blushing from embarrassment, she rolled it down her legs and handed it to her man.

Todd was fascinated and carefully examined every detail. Probing with his finger, Jewel froze when it poked her scrotum causing him to laugh.

"Well aren't you a real surprise."

"Why's that, daddy?"

"This little cunt you've set your eyes on … is a girl just like you were, Cheetah."

"Daddy!" Cheetah shrieked. Jewel wanted to shrink and hide.

"Enjoy each other." Todd gently pushed Jewel towards his daughter. Though Jewel had been embarrassed by the exposure, she shrugged it off, figuring that the girl would probably find out anyway. Cheetah had tears streaming down her cheeks.

She locked the cuffs on Jewel's net covered ankles, snapped her leash and drew her from the house.

"Get in," Cheetah said as she opened the door to her red duallie F250, 4 X 4."

"I can't. It's too high." She lifted her foot until her chain drew taut, an inch below the running board. Cheetah lifted her to reach.

"I can see that keeping a girl like you is gonna be a pain."

After getting behind the wheel, Cheetah placed the leash loop over her right wrist then reached into the glove compartment.

"What's that for, Cheetah?"

Cheetah had removed the holstered .44 Magnum Ruger and slipped the harness about her shoulders with the revolver under her left arm.

"Mountain lion, bears, wolves; you have to be prepared, especially at night." She twisted about and removed a bolt action from the rack.

"You know how to use this?" Jewel nodded. Cheetah worked the bolt to chamber a cartridge. "Safety is here. Pull the safety lever back to fire." She thrust the heavy, scope-mounted rifle into Jewel's unwilling hands. "Extra ammo is here." When the top of the consol was lifted, Jewel saw a box of .30-30's for the lever action in the top rack, 12 gauge for the shotgun and .330 Weatherby Magnums for the rifle she held along with cartridges for the pistol.

"I don't want to frighten you, just prepare you in case something happens. Daddy said he heard a wolf the other night, but I've never seen one out here."

"Can I ask a silly question, Cheetah?"

"I'm a transsexual. I had it cut off when I was eighteen," she snapped. "Satisfied?"

"That isn't what I wanted to ask. Why'd they build the stable so far from the house?" Cheetah stated to giggle.

"Excuse me for laughing. I really thought you were gonna ask about me.

"The original house was over there," Cheetah pointed to the right. "It burned to the ground before daddy bought the ranch. The foundation's still there. A family of five died in the fire.

"Daddy couldn't see any reason to build another stable when there's nothing wrong with this one."

Jewel was lifted down and led to the door. Cheetah unlocked it and went in.

"Put my rifle in the rack," she said and hung her gun on a peg. They were next to the sulky that had been used earlier. Next to it were two more and a two-wheeled cart.

"Those are for when I use them as a team. I'm thinking of getting a sleigh." She led Jewel past bales of hay, all sorts of tack and stopped to hand her a crop.

"The stalls were originally built for a dozen horses. We only have three: daddy's palomino and mine." She opened the first stall.

"Hey big guy," Cheetah patted Chamois' withers. As if Jewel wasn't there, she went about her chores, filling the water trough and measuring feed into the one for that.

"There used to be three stalls where this one is. Same for Sunrise and Melons." Cheetah bolted the gate and walked down the row.

"We'll do Sunrise first." She opened gate to reveal a pure black horse with a braided mane and tail. White ribbons decorated both.

"Daddy thought it was a hoot to buy the gelding a gelding," she chuckled. "Very few who know me would get the joke."

Finishing tending her mount, Cheetah went to one they'd passed. "This is Melons'.

"I'm so lucky that big tits run in my family, as most girls never get as big as mine," there was sarcasm in her voice, "they need a boob job to do what hormones alone wouldn't." Cheetah stared a moment at Jewel's large breasts, but made no comment.

"One advantage to having a surgeon for your man," Jewel hefted her breasts with her hands. "I didn't have to pay him for these."

"Yup," Cheetah answered.

"Pay attention and I'll let you do horses next time."

Cheetah led Jewel to the outer door and handed her the rifle.

"Hey, I got an idea." A guttural growl outside raised the hair on their necks and didn't let her finish.

"What was that?" Jewel asked.

"A bear or a puma." Cheetah reached to her waist where a cell phone normally resided and remembered what she was wearing.

"Any chance you've a phone in your purse, Jewel?"

"Just makeup and things. I'm not allowed to use a phone without permission." Cheetah made a face, but didn't comment.

She handed Jewel the rifle then reached over and clicked off the safety off and drew her revolver. "I hope you didn't fib when you said you knew how to use that. We're on our own and I'm counting on you to back me up."

"Why don't we just wait? Maybe it will go away."

"I'm not spending the night in this stinky stable!" she stated emphatically.

Cheetah opened the door a crack and peered outside after turning off the lights then opened it a bit more. "It's a grizzly, about ten feet on the other side of my truck. I'm going to try to make it to my truck. Cover me from here." Jewel grabbed her arm to stop her.

"What? Don't turn chicken shit on me now!" she snarled.

"I'm not, but don't you think you should let go of my leash?" Cheetah slipped if from her wrist.

"Cover me." Cheetah was encouraged when she saw Jewel drop to one knee and raise the butt of the rifle to her shoulder. As fast as she could, wearing seven-inch heels, the girl dashed to the truck and leapt inside. That, of course got the bear's attention and it lumbered over to investigate.

"I'll get daddy!" she started to shout.

The recoil of the powerful rifle hurt Jewel's shoulder. It didn't deter her in the least from chambering another round and pulling the trigger. The bear had fallen dead with the first shot to its heart. Terrified when it had turn towards her, Jewel emptied the magazine.

Holding her Winchester .30-30 to her shoulder. Cheetah slowly approached the bear. There was no movement in its chest; the animal was dead.

She went to the sobbing girl who was still working the bolt and pulling the trigger of the empty rifle and wrenched it from her hands. Cheetah pulled her up and hugged her trembling body tightly.

Big Mike roared into the stable yard first, spun out and raced to the girls, his big knife was in his teeth and a rifle was slung cross-shoulder. "What happened?" he said in a demanding tone, he'd not seen the carcass.

"The bear attacked Jewel," Cheetah stated defensively.

Tara, roared in, followed by Ron and a moment later, Todd in his pickup. All had rifles.

"What happened, Cheetah?" Todd calmly asked - the headlights of the truck shown on the bear, explaining partially. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I forgot my phone. The bear came out of nowhere as we went to the truck after tending the horses, daddy," Cheetah lied. "I slipped her leash and ran for the truck. I thought she was behind me. Jewel had run back to the stable and grizzly turned on her." Cheetah remembered that the door locked on it's own. She'd been about to fabricate more, but didn't, lest she slip up.

"The little cunt dropped to one knee and didn't hesitate to empty the rifle." Her father would have been furious if he learned they'd been safely inside before it started and just hadn't waited there. He was still a bit skeptical, as he knew his daughter was more than a bit of a thrill seeker - taking needless chances and pushing her luck, but he didn't challenge the story either.

Still, he withdrew her gun, checked it was still fully loaded and smelled the barrel to determine it hadn't been fired. The rifle leaned against the wall and Todd checked it also.

"I'll put her in. Get behind the wheel and take her to your rooms, Cheetah." When she passed the leash, he handed her the rifle then scooped Jewel up in his arms to carry her to the truck.

"You did well." He felt her still trembling.

"I never killed … anything before," she murmured.

"We'll deal with your bear. Enjoy your night with my daughter." Sleeping with Cheetah was the last thing Jewel was thinking as he placed her on the seat and closed the door.

"Reload this and put it in the rack." Cheetah gave her the rifle then started the truck, but didn't release the clutch until she'd seen the rifle was where it belonged.

"Don't change the story I told daddy," she warned. "He'll kill me for lying to him."

"Ron will kill me if I'm caught in a lie; he's made that very clear," Jewel rebutted. "Intentional omission is just the same as a lie. I can't do that, Cheetah."

"Shit head!" Cheetah swore and Jewel started to cry.

"Not you! I wasn't calling you one, but me. I forgot a biggie. I'm in for it now.

"The freakin' shells! They weren't on the ground outside the door! Damn it! How could I have missed that?" she asked aloud.

"May I suggest that you tell your father … before you are confronted, Cheetah?"

"Damn it! How stupid can I be?"

Todd and Ron entered the kitchen only a few minutes after the girls had sat to talk it through. Cheetah jumped to her feet as soon as she heard them come in.

"Daddy, I lied to you tonight?"

"Oh?" he feigned surprise.

"Jewel?" Ron snarled. "Tell us your version of what happened tonight and it better be the truth!"

"My version was a lie." Cheetah interjected.

"Quiet!" her father snapped.

"Jewel?" he calmly coaxed. "Did you kill the bear?"

Jewel was very frightened, but accurately related the events.

"Cheetah didn't remember that the brass was on the floor inside and they'd evince she'd lied."

Todd chuckled, "The word is evidence girl, I'm a lawyer." Jewel just forced a tiny smile and lowered her eyes with a nod.

"Cheetah?"

"I lied to you more than once, daddy." She was sullen. "I said that already. I apologize and accept my punishment."

"I'm pleased you attempted to correct your error." Todd stood.

"I'm going back to help Tara and Mike. It's going to be a long night."

"I'll come with you, Todd. I've never done surgery on a bear before." Ron turned to Cheetah.

"You're in charge of her, just nothing permanent until we've discussed it."

"That sounded like I can do anything I want to you," Cheetah commented. When she rippled the leash Jewel stood and was led to Cheetah's suite.

"I don't entertain too many over night guests here. Daddy never said I couldn't, you understand, but I never asked him either." She dropped the leash after locking her door.

"Use the bathroom to freshen up and don't take off your makeup."

Cheetah ordered her to lie on the bed when Jewel was finished. "Take off your top then lie on your back and spread. Wait for me."

Refreshed, Cheetah walked to her king-sized bed and lifted Jewel's boot to examine her ankle cuff. "I should have a key to fit that." She went to her dresser and returned with a very full key ring. The cuff opened on her first try. The other was left fastened to her ankle. Cheetah climbed on her bed than over to straddle Jewel, sitting on her waist.

"I'm going to chain you here. Is that OK with you?"

"Where's the fun for either of us with bondage, if you have to have my permission? Do you think Ron asks me if it's OK by me to chain me on his bike or locks my wrists?" Jewel replied. "Go ahead.

"He made something clear at the beginning. I'm to obey him without question"

Cheetah leaned over, burying Jewel's face beneath her ample breasts. Locked to the frame underneath was one end of her night chain. She retrieved it and straightened up and tossed her head to flip her long hair behind.

"I love long hair," she commented.

"OK, turn so I can lock this to your collar." Jewel did as she was told and shivered when the padlock snapped.

"Daddy knows about this. He came in to wake me when one of my friends back east called early in the morning a couple of years ago. I have to lock it on every night now. That way he knows I'm safe, here at home and can sleep without worrying." Cheetah got off to shift positions. "If you were going to be here awhile, I'll need to get another one for myself."

She re-straddled with her ass near Jewel's face, "Unbuckle my crotch piece and pull out my tail and dildo, Jewel. …Slowly!" Cheetah guided her hands to the buckles at the base of her corset in front. The two straps undone there, Jewel released the central one in back. The leather thong didn't just fall away as the girl below expected. She tugged gently on the furred tail and felt resistance.

"You'll need to pull harder than that," Cheetah coached. She had leaned forward with her hands pressing Jewel's knees to the bed.

"Go slow…" Cheetah breathed deeply. "God I hate pulling that out!" she gasped. The fat, pear extending from the tail seemed huge to Jewel and the dildo wasn't small either. Cheetah took the assembly and set it aside. "But it feels sooooo good in me."

She turned again to kiss the girl under her, full on her lips, and sprawled to cover her body while connected. They kissed passionately for several minutes.

It was well past midnight when they fell asleep, completely entwined in each other's arms and legs. In the morning they sensually showered each other and Jewel brought the exotic girl to climax again with the hot water cascading over their bodies.

"Would you let me do your hair, Cheetah?"

"Sure, if you want." Jewel accepted the brush and blow dryer that were offered.

"I've another outfit, much like I wore yesterday, in red. I think it should fit you." Cheetah smiled at the nearly naked girl reflected in her mirror and attending her.

"I'd love to try it on, but I need permission first."

"Ron has that much control over you that you can't even choose what you are going to wear?

Reluctantly, Jewel admitted, "Yes," in a whisper.

"Today your are going to wear what I want, my clothes!" Cheetah declared with authority.

"But Ron will…"

"Just be quiet, girl! I'll deal with him if he tries to give you any shit!"

"I'm scared." Jewel was trembling as they left Cheetah's suite.

"You look fantastic."

"But…" Indeed Jewel looked great; not only was she wearing the red leather corset exposing her full bosom, but a pair of western thigh boots with comfortable, albeit, high heels. Cheetah had another tail that fit through the hole in the back strap of her chastity. But her clothing wasn't the only departure from her normal appearance. Her makeup duplicated her friend's facial tattoos and body paint mimicked the cat girl's spots.

Tara had just served the men breakfast when they entered the kitchen.

"Mornin' guys, Tara," Cheetah greeted cheerily. All but Ron returned the greeting to both of them. He was scowling his disapproval. It wasn't that he didn't like his girl's sexy appearance, but she had failed to consult him about trying it. Ron liked the power and his control over Jewel. He had come to enjoy using her for his own pleasure.

"You look really super this morning, Jewel," Todd complimented.

"You sure do. Love it," Tara said.

"Breakfast girls?" she asked.

The tension built slowly. At first the others weren't aware of the mood that grew in Ron, but it became apparent to most.

"You girls going to drive the horses today?" Todd inquired to help ease the cloud that had formed by the end of the meal.

"Yup, daddy. I'll set Jewel up with Sunshine and I exercise Melons. She'll have a great time today."

"Fucking hell she will!" Ron's loud out burst startled everyone. He came around the table and yanked Jewel from her chair, wrenching her shoulder as he did. Before she was even standing, he punched in the face; it wasn't a slap, but a hard blow with his closed fist. He backhanded her other side just as hard.

"You want to mark your body? Is that what you want? You fucking whore! I'll mark it for you, bitch!"

Jewel was begging not to be hurt, but he was out of control as he dragged her across the room by her arm. Ron wasn't even aware that her head bumped into the treads as he yanked her up the stairs to his room.

He punched her in the face again, knocking her across the bed. "Get those boots off now, slut!" he screamed. She had been stunned from his punches to her face and from hitting her head on the wooden steps. When she couldn't move fast enough, he took the crop to her body. Thankfully, the corset and chastity belt protected her there.

The beating was brutal. No part of her body was spared from the crop as he whipped her to unconsciousness then stuffed her, purposefully upside down, into the small cage and locked the door.

"Was that warranted?" Todd sternly asked when Ron came down. His anger had not diminished; it had built as he'd punished Jewel.

"Yes!" was the shouted reply. "She's a biker and the bitches are supposed to obey their men!"

"Why don't you go take a long walk and cool off then I want to discuss this with you." Todd strongly urged.

Finished with her chores in the stable, Cheetah returned to the empty house and went upstairs around noon. A soft muffled moan caught her attention as she passed the closed door. Pausing with her ear against it, she heard another.

"Jewel, is that you?" Cheetah called. Trying the door she found it was locked. Cheetah had keys to everything in their home, as did her father. She used one to open the door. The moans sounded more like snoring than anything else; in fact, it was Jewel's labored breathing.

"Oh, my god!" Dried blood had run from her mouth and one ear. Jewel was a pulverized lump of discolored flesh and still upside down in the cage before Cheetah lifted her out. She was also unconscious.

Cheetah had never been formally trained in any first aid beyond applying a Band-Aide, but did know that, even unconscious, a person's irises are supposed to respond to light. When she gently raised Jewel's left eyelid, it didn't contract. She knew enough that her friend needed major attention and needed it then, not later.

Lifting her as best she could and not knowing that, by chance, she employed the classic 'fireman's' carry, Cheetah moved Jewel to her truck. The hospital was thirty miles away, as was the nearest rescue squad with an ambulance. She broke the sped limit the entire distance.

"I need help!" Cheetah screamed into the emergency room door. She'd given no thought to covering her exposed breasts and had everyone's attention for reasons in addition to the shouted cry. The girl still had a tail and ears on top of her head.

"Get a gurney, Rick," the first nurse to reach the truck called, "stat!

"What happened?" she asked.

"Her boyfriend beat her. Is she going to be alright?" Cheetah's question went unanswered.

Rushing through the room, one of them shouted, "Call the sheriff and security, we have an assault!"

Cheetah was tossed a sheet and told to cover herself then escorted from the curtained trauma area.

"What's the patient's name?" the matronly clerk asked.

"Jewel."

"Last name?"

"I don't know." Many times Cheetah gave the same answer, except when asked her sex to which she stated, 'female'. Her answer to marital status was 'single'.

"Let me get you some scrubs to wear, Cheetah. They'll be much better than that sheet," Mrs. Svensen offered when she'd completed all that she could.

"Miss Evans, the sheriff's deputy is here and would like to talk to you," the hospital security guard had come near with the deputy.

He turned to the officer. "You can use the room over here, Mac." Escorted to the small room, they were left alone.

"Miss Evans, I'm Deputy Ivan MacDaniels. Have a seat please?"

"What happened to the young lady?"

"Her boyfriend beat her with his fists then what appears to me to have been a whip. It started at breakfast when he punched her in the face … hard.

"What's the boyfriends name?"

"Ron. His last name is Italian, starts with an R, but I only heard it once and reminded me of some old time baseball player." Cheetah paused to think. "Rizutto, that's it."

"What's his address?"

"I honestly don't know. His brother is a friend of my father's from back east. Mike, that's Ron's brother, and Mike's girlfriend, Tara, are all visiting our ranch and only arrived yesterday on their motorcycles."

"What's Tara's last name?"

"I haven't a clue. I don't know much about any of them and didn't spend much time with any of them, other than Jewel."

"How much time have you spent with her?"

"We tended the horses together after supper last night." Cheetah debated not telling him the whole truth.

"Officer, I'll be honest with you. I'm a lesbian and Jewel and I slept together last night."

"I see." He noted something on his clipboard.

"What did Jewel do before he punched her this morning."

"Let me back up; it may help.

"Jewel's a biker chick; her term was, 'biker broad', and Ron claimed to be a surgeon, which I doubt after seeing what he did to her." Cheetah related seeing Jewel chained to his motorcycle then recalled what she'd said about 'needing Ron's permission' to wear the outfit she'd been loaned when the two girls had dressed that morning.

"He keeps her on a leash and I mean that literally; just like one you'd use walking a dog in town. She seemed very much under his control and it wasn't her choice to sleep with me last night. At supper, she was given to me 'to use'. I think it didn't matter who I was or that I was a girl. I coulda been a strange guy and he could just give Jewel to use; she wouldn't have any choice then either.

"I don't know for fact, but have heard that some of the girls that ride with the bikers are literally slaves to them.

"Yes,' the deputy affirmed.

"In the time you spent together, did she say anything more about how she was treated or did you see any bruises or scars from being beaten before?'

"Today wasn't the first time he'd whipped her. I told you, we made love all night… I asked about the old marks on her ass and she told me that Ron had whipped her there."

"Excuse me, Mac. Miss Evans, do you have the key to the er … things your friend is wearing?"

"No I don't. Her boyfriend locked them on her.

"How's she doing? May I see her please?"

"She'll live. The girl is very lucky you brought her here when you did. There are multiple concussions, she has a broken nose and a collapsed lung."

He turned to the deputy, "I'll tell you something, Mac. I spent my residency in East LA and have seen the results of gang fights, both the survivors and the deceased, but I think this is the worst evidence of a beating that I've ever witnessed. She is one mass of hemotomas and contusions and it looks like the guy used a whip on her too. We've taken photographs for evidence.

It was past six that night when Cheetah got through on the phone at home though she'd tried his cell all afternoon.

"Daddy, Jewel is in the hospital. She's still unconscious from what Ron did to her. They said she might have died if she didn't get medical attention when she did.

"I'm going to kill that bastard myself if the cops don't get him first."

"I threw them all out. After Ron found that Jewel wasn't in the cage where he'd locked her and started to argue with me about his 'right' to do anything he wanted to Jewel, I ordered all of them off my property.

"Daddy, the State Police will be out there. When the deputy learned where we live, it came under their jurisdiction. They finished interviewing me two hours ago and said they needed to visit the crime scene."

"They finished here just before you called, Cheetah."

"Daddy, he hurt her bad." They talked a few more minutes then hung up

Cheetah slept at the hospital that night. A State Police Officer came in after midnight to guard the 'material witness'.

She finally got to see Jewel about eight o'clock the next morning.

"How ya doing, Jewel?"

"I hurt," was all she could manage to mumble.

Jewel feebly motioned Cheetah to come closer then bend over. "You look silly," was what she tried to say. "You still have your ears on."

Cheetah reached to feel her cat's ears then started to laugh. "That's nothing. When I brought you here, I still had my tail up my ass and hadn't covered my breasts." Jewel tried to laugh too, but the pain was too much.

Todd arrived about nine with the clothing Cheetah had requested then spent some time with his friend, the president of the hospital who was his hunting buddy.

"Then it's all settled, Jim, all her bills will be charged to me."

"It's not a problem. I'll do what I can to keep the charges low."

"I don't care. I want her in a private room and nothing but the finest care you can provide. I mean that." The men shook hands, promised to have lunch together and Todd went back to his daughter. Cheetah was just emerging from the intensive care area with a State Police officer and a man is a gray suit.

"Hello, Bill. What brings you here?"

"Todd." They shook hands. William Jenkins was the Assistant Prosecutor in the county.

"The young lady in there. We want her to bring charges against the creep that did that to her, but I don't think we need them after seeing her and talking to her doctors.

"We will be charging Mr. Rizutto with attempted murder instead of aggravated assault.

"Your daughter told me that she'll be staying at your ranch after she's discharged, but hadn't discussed it with you yet. Is that correct?"

"Yes, certainly." Todd looked to Cheetah questioningly, but said nothing then.

"Bill, if there is anything I can do to assist you in this matter, you know you can count on me to do what ever I can."

"Let me ask you if you ever became a member of the bar in Idaho?"

"Yes, last year."

"Good. That young girl in there could use your help.

"I'll see you around." With that, the prosecutor left.

"What's that all about, Cheetah?" They moved away from the policeman before she answered.

"Right now Jewel has no address, no ID, nothing, not even a last name. As you might guess, they know she isn't a female too. I want to help her, daddy. I sense there is something else that's important, but that's all it is – a sense."

Cheetah visited her new friend every day before she opened her shop and every evening after closing it and Todd visited every afternoon for the ten days they kept her hospitalized. They got to know her and grew to like her. Todd had come to love the girl as another daughter; Cheetah had a completely different affection begin to develop between them.

"I bought you a new outfit to wear today, Jewel. Your doctor told me that if you didn't pay the rent that they were going to evict you this morning," Cheetah joked when she entered one morning.

Jewel suddenly looked terrified, "Cheetah, how will I ever pay the bill here? It has got to be fortune. I've no insurance."

"I hear they've a treadmill in the basement and chain the ex-patients there generating the electricity to pay off their bills. With the interest charges and late fees, none of them have ever left."

"Don't tease, Cheetah. I don't even have enough money for a pack of gum. Where am I ever going to pay however many thousand of dollars my visit here costs?"

"We'll talk about it when we get home. Now get out of bed and get dressed."

It was obvious that Jewel was still in a lot of pain by her facial contortions and slow measured movements.

"I had to buy everything as there weren't any bras or panties in your things." Cheetah handed her a black leather thong that laced on each side. "There was only one thing that even resembled a bra and it's not suitable, so I had to guess the size." She chuckled, "You must have a tough time buying them."

"Ron wouldn't let me wear a bra; he liked seeing these jiggle and bounce about since he gave them to me."

"You mean he paid for those knockers?"

"No he did them himself. He's a very prominent surgeon in New York. You should see his mansion in Westchester." Cheetah just absorbed the information without comment.

"You can pick from what I selected among your things or the dress I got for you."

"I'd like to see the dress please? Where did you get my clothing?"

"Daddy made Ron leave everything he suspected might be yours before he kicked them off the property."

Jewel looked through her clothes while her friend removed the dress from its bag.

"You forgot a corset. I doubt anything will fit without one." She turned to look at the garment Cheetah held.

"That's very nice. Thank you."

"Your doctor said no corsets for a while until your lung heals more." Jewel made a face in disgust.

"I've become fond of them.

"They took out all my jewelry too, until I made them put it all back in." She stuck her tongue out to show just two thinner rods through it. "I don't want the holes to close, but think I can do without the ring there though. I never did get used to it."

After looking at the unopened package of black pantyhose then through the few pairs of her stockings which Cheetah had bought. "It's your call, but the pantyhose are opaque and I thought you might want to cover the welts and bruises on your legs, Jewel," Cheetah explained her thinking.

"Thanks for thinking this through. I'll wear those."

The knit sheath was a deep purple. Of spandex, it hugged her figure even though not made for breasts in her size. Cheetah zipped it up after helping her into it. Together they smoothed it and evened the two-inch white strips on the long sleeves and her sides. It was only fingertip length.

"I was going to get you a longer dress, but had the crazy idea you wouldn't like it if I did."

"You're right. Before I got these," Jewel cupped one breast, "my legs used to be my best assets."

"I started to develop much quicker than most and enlarged at a far more rapid pace than others, once I started on hormones at thirteen, Jewel. That's what caused the trouble back home in New York."

"What sort of trouble?" Jewel asked.

"We can talk later, after you talk with daddy about it.

"Anyway, I never considered my legs better than my breasts."

"These are the shoes I bought you." Cheetah removed the lid on the shoebox to show a pair of leather pumps; their color matched her new dress. They'd three and a half inch heels in the newest style that looked like spikes from the side, but were wide when viewed in back. She closed the box and set it aside. "I'm glad I saved all the receipts. Seeing you now, I don't think you'd like to wear them."

"I thank you for your thoughts and for all you are doing for me, Cheetah," Jewel forced a curtsey. She picked her five-inch black patent pumps and extended them.

"Please help me with these."

Her doctor came in as Cheetah was applying makeup, using all the skills and cosmetics she had to conceal the facial discolorations.

"May I sit on the bed?" he asked. Jewel was seated there and Cheetah occupied the only chair.

"Sure," Jewel patted the mattress next to her. "What's the verdict? I'm being evicted for not paying the rent, doc?"

"No, but you are well enough to leave," Doctor Machmed El-Benshairi had a wonderful bedside manner and had heard most of the quips.

"Actually, arrangements for your account have been made, Miss Jewel." Despite her asking more than once that he address her as just 'Jewel', he wouldn't.

"What's that mean?" she questioned.

"Be quiet, girl," Cheetah snarled.

She'd felt quite able to walk to the parking lot, but the hospital rules stated, without exception, that discharging patients use a wheelchair to exit the building. Cheetah got her settled in her truck, returned the chair then climbed into the driver's seat.

"Wait a sec'" Cheetah had just started the engine. "I want everything I was wearing when I was brought here! All of it!"

"You serious?" Cheetah questioned. "Even that chastity belt?"

"Especially that!"

"I have it all at home," she placed her truck in 'First' and eased the clutch. "I took it back there the first time I went home."

Nothing was said until they were out of town. "Did they ruin my belt so I can't wear it again?"

There wasn't much that surprised Cheetah, but Jewel's question knocked her hard. She thought her answer before composing her reply. "There's a lot you and I need to talk about, Jewel.

"The meds ruined it when they cut it off you, but I asked if daddy could fix it. It is as good as new and the machine shop even figured a way to cut the locks without doing further damage to it. It is wearable again."

"I want it back on as soon as I can," Jewel said. "I don't give crap about what my doctor said about my corsets – I want one laced on tight, as soon as we get to your father's ranch."

"You want to tell me why? I can understand the corset; I feel really uncomfortable without mine, but why the steel panty? I'd think you'd hate that?"

"It helps me mentally and it protected me from him. Maybe I can talk about it at another time. I want you to keep the key, Cheetah."

Todd saw Cheetah's truck approach and went to the house to greet them.

"How do you feel, Jewel?" he asked.

"About as bad as I look. I still hurt in a lot of places."

"You look pretty good to me," Todd complimented.

"We've set up one of the guest rooms for you and all your things are there. You are welcome to live here." During the time Jewel had spent in the hospital and through his daily visits, Todd had come to think of the girl as another daughter.

"What daddy just said is that your guest status has been terminated," Cheetah interrupted. "We've made you part of our family and could use your help here."

Jewel gave them a smile. "Thank you. I'd feel uncomfortable if you continued to pamper me. Did you know I used to be a maid?"

"No." Todd really knew nothing of her background.

"I miss my uniforms. Some were really pretty."

They didn't press for details, though Cheetah was dying to know.

"I'd like to do that for both of you. It would give me something to do and help me feel like I'm something other than baggage."

Todd knew she needed something to occupy her mind and have purpose. "If you want uniforms, just let us know and they're yours."

"Thanks, but I already owe you forty-five thousand dollars that I see no way I can ever repay." Jewel passed him the bill she'd be given at the hospital. "Thank you very much, sir."

"I told you once to address me by my name, now don't forget again, maid, that's an order," he smiled. She stood and curtseyed.

"Thank you, Todd."

The suite, which Cheetah had made up, was right next to hers. She took Jewel there when she asked to take a nap.

"What, no cage by the bed?" Jewel joked. "I thought they were standard accommodations, Cheetah.

"I really do need to rest. I'll catch up with you later, please?"

Fully clothed, Jewel went to the bed turned down the covers and slid under them.

"She must be tired, Daddy. Quite literally, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow."

"Jewel's been through quite an ordeal, honey. I admire that she hasn't lost the ability to smile."

"I like her too, very much."

*****

Jewel's recovery was gradual. Though she started doing small chores about the house, she didn't have the stamina to last very long without taking naps throughout the day nor venture further that the clothes line in back of the house.

"I got a letter today from a Tara Winston's attorneys when I picked up the mail in town," Todd stated as they sat for supper. Jewel's heart stopped and she froze.

"Her attorney, daddy?" Cheetah questioned.

"Yes. The cover letter was sent to me hoping that I knew where Jewel might be and guessing that she's here.

"Jewel, I'm sorry, but you are being sued for divorce."

"Divorce?" Cheetah gasped. "You're married to Tara?"

"Yes," Jewel whispered.

"I can't pay you, Todd, but don't contest it, please? Make it as painless as possible for me and give her whatever she wants. I want nothing to do with her."

"Are you sure, Jewel? She demands the house and all joint assets?"

"She paid for most of them anyway. I never was the bread winner."

"What's the basis of her suit?" Cheetah inquired.

"Desertion, transvestism and…"

"Probably homosexuality," Jewel muttered. "Though I was forced into it, I'd sex with both her brothers; their testimony claiming I was willing would be enough."

"Haven't the police located that creep yet, daddy?"

"Well, that's the good news I was saving, after I'd delivered the bad," Todd beamed. "They located him a week ago, but didn't arrest him until this morning.

"I sought some revenge of my own. Using my connections, I called in a few debts and made a few phone calls."

"What exactly did you do, Todd?"

"Just in case a jury somehow found it in their mind to acquit the SOB when he's brought to trial, I took steps to ruin his career and reputation. I seriously doubt that he'll ever be able to practice medicine again."

"Why is that?" Jewel asked.

"How'd you do that, daddy?"

"I arranged for the press to be there when the police arrested him as he prepared for surgery at the hospital this morning."

"I hope you called more than the New York Times, Todd." Jewel grinned broadly at the thought of the paparazzi being there too.

"Count on it being front page in the supermarket checkout aisle next week," he confirmed. Jewel clenched her fists with delight.

"Great!" Cheetah grinned too.

"They set bail?" she inquired.

"No. That can't happen in New York; it's up to the courts here after he's extradited."

"Make sure the cops confiscate his computer. They took a lot of digital pictures of us and he'd set up his camera on a tripod in the motel room and take pictures as he used me." Jewel chuckled. "I was too far out of it after he beat me, but, knowing him, he maybe even took some after that."

"Ooooo, the prosecutor would have a field day with those. He'll think he's gone to heaven!" Cheetah squealed.

****

"Hey, Jewel, come down here."

In response to the summons, Jewel found her friend with a bunch of boxes near the rear door of the house plus some grocery bags.

"These are all for you."

"Who sent them?"

"Tara. I'll bet they're your clothes and stuff."

Ten weeks had passed since Jewel had come home from the hospital. She had recovered completely from the beating and had even acquired several uniforms.

Smoothing her apron, Jewel started to open the parcels, which did contain her clothing and other items.

"This one is my absolute favorite." She pressed the frilly black taffeta to herself. "What do you think, Cheetah?"

"Cute, but really impractical for doing chores. It would be good at a fetish ball."

"Yeah, I know, but I still love wearing it."

"Help me get the rest of the groceries from my truck. I'll start taking your things up to your room while you put those away, Jewel."

Jewel curtseyed and went outside. They had developed a good relationship while Jewel healed and was gradually capable of doing all of the housework. She was given responsibly and with it, purpose. Treated as an equal and member of the family, she was not in a D&S relationship then.

"Some of your stuff is really neat, Jewel," Cheetah complimented. Together, they finished putting everything away.

"Cheetah, what would you think if I got a new hairdo?"

"I think you should keep it as it is until after the trial, Jewel."

"Why?"

"You are going to be a key witness and it will have greater impact on the jury if you look then as you did at the time of the crime. Besides that, I've gotten used to you as a 'bottle blonde'.

That evening, Jewel changed into the short uniform she'd had made in England. She was in an extremely happy mood as she served supper to her friends.

Todd added to it. "You have a court date scheduled for Monday afternoon, Jewel."

"Court, what for?"

"You have to appear before a judge to finalize your name change," he beamed.

"Whee! That's great! I was thinking it had to do with my other case. I'm pleased that he's still in prison."

As it had occurred before, something seemed to happen to cloud her happiness. "Ron made bail?"

"How? I thought they were holding him without bail?"

"He's assembled a good legal team, if you accept that there's anything good about my profession," he chuckled. "They convinced the judge to set bail and he made it, even though it was a million dollars." Jewel made a face.

"I'm sorry, Jewel, there's more bad news. His lawyers had the court papers amended to reflect your real name."

"Just wonderful, but this time he really screwed himself."

"How's that?" Cheetah asked.

"Well, if you believe he had fun reading about his arrest and seeing his pictures all over the papers. Can you imagine when it's my picture and the headline reads something like, 'Girlfriend and victim of accused attempted murderer - really a man!' I think I'll put on my collar and cuffs for the pictures," she had some satisfaction with her thoughts.

Jewel shrugged, "Doesn't matter, it will all come out in the trial anyway."

"Cheetah, would you teach me how to shoot a pistol?"

"Daddy's far better then I am with one. Besides, this is my busy season and he has a lot more time to work with you than I do."

"Todd, would you, please?" she'd turned to him.

"It would be my pleasure, Jewel. May I know why?"

"When Ron was locked up, I felt safe here… I don't any more. He tried to kill me once and without a good reason, but now I think he has more than one." At first, Jewel had thought that what Ron had done to her was nothing other that a severe beating to punish her and prove his control over her, but with all the legal activities surrounding it along with media coverage, she'd become convinced that it had been attempted murder instead.

When the kitchen was cleaned up, Jewel joined him and they went to his study, which also served as his gunroom, Cheetah's gun cabinet was in her sitting room.

"What sort of a handgun do you think you want, Jewel?" he asked as he unlocked the large gun cabinet.

"Something small that I can carry here, under my skirts." She raised her short, very full petticoats and pressed her palm to the inside of her right thigh, high up in her crotch. "There, I'll be able to wear my uniforms and it won't show."

"It won't be able to be a large weapon then, Jewel."

"I certainly don't want anything as big as that cannon Cheetah carries. I doubt I'd be able to aim it."

"Probably not," he smiled. From the drawer he took out a small automatic, pulled back the receiver and offered it.

"How's that feel?"

"It's OK." She read the engraving and questioned that a .25 caliber cartridge wasn't very powerful.

"May I?" He nodded and she gave the pistol back then selected another, slightly larger one.

"With your finger away from the trigger, always check to see if a firearm is loaded or not before you handle it.

"For a semi-automatic pistol like these; pull the slide all the way back. If the clip is empty, it will stay open, Jewel. Were there cartridges in the clip, it would slide forward and chamber a round when you let go of it." Jewel pulled the receiver back, but didn't let go of it. She looked in the chamber for a round after seeing none in the magazine.

"It's unloaded; nothing in the clip and the chamber is empty," she proudly stated.

"Very good. I'm pleased you thought to look there."

"I may be a blonde, but I'm not dumb," she said, teasingly.

"I like the feel of this one. What is it?" she asked after finding no engraved identification other than, 'Stahlstiefel'.

"A good friend of mine made it. He's a gun nut. It uses a .30 caliber M1 Carbine cartridge."

"OK." She figured out how to close it and put the safety on without being told. "This fits my hand nicely, Todd." She aimed it and moved the weapon about then opened it and offered it back. "It isn't heavy at all. Is there much recoil?"

"You'll need to judge that yourself when you fire it tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to that," she grinned.

Todd walked with Jewel from his pick-up to his range near the stable. She'd changed after doing her chores to her lace-up knee boots, a leather mini and red suede top that Cheetah had loaned her. On her hands were a pair of short black gloves and a suede newsboy cap kept her hair somewhat in check. The pistol was nestled in her armpit.

Gun safety was the first thing that Todd taught her then he advanced to teaching her how to shoot. Her first shot didn't even hit the paper at ten yards.

"Look at your hand, Jewel. You are gripping the gun like your trying to squeeze the life out of it and that's causing your whole arm to shake."

"I was afraid of how much it was going to kick," she shyly admitted. "It really didn't."

"Relax your grip, hold it firmly, but not tightly. Try again." She raised the pistol and took aim. "Don't take forever or your arm will tire." She squeezed off another round. It hit the five ring on the bull's-eye.

Two hours and a hundred rounds later, she was scoring sixties out of a possible hundred with ten rounds at twenty-five yards. A few of her shots were near the center, but others were off the paper still.

"Not bad, Jewel," Todd encouraged. "Let's call it a day and I'll take you to lunch."

"You're on," she smiled. They removed their ear protectors, gathered the gear and went to the truck.

"Remove your holster and put your gun in the consol. Your not ready to carry it in public." Todd half expected a small protest, but received a kiss on the cheek instead.

"I know."

"Hey, Todd," a man greeted him from the bar, when they entered. "Robbing the cradle now?"

"Howdy, Jake," he returned. "This is Jewel, a good friend of my daughter's. Cheetah invited her to bunk with us.

"Mind if I join you?" the man invited as Todd tended Jewel's chair.

"Not at all," Todd shook hands with his friend. "Sit."

"Jewel this is Jake Church, he works the spread that borders mine to the west."

"Pleased to meet you, Jake." She offered her hand to shake lightly. Since leaving home, Jewel was a lot more confident in public and with strangers.

"What brings you to the territory, little lady?"

"Ever been in New Joisey, Jake?" she smiled.

"Is that in the United States? Yeah, I had to fly into Newark once," he grimaced.

"Nuf said then." Jewel grinned.

"I'd like a Coors, please, Todd?" she requested.

"This is a beautiful area, you'll come to like it around here."

"I already do, Jake. I've no plans to ever go back east." Jewel was relaxed and feeling good about everything.

"May I ask a question, Todd?" Jewel began as they drove toward the city. "I asked Cheetah and she said it was up to you to answer it."

"Sure," he replied.

"About your wife, tell me to butt out if I'm out of line for asking."

"Let me answer it before you ask, OK? Cheetah's mother wasn't a good mother. As my wife, she thrived on all the society and social perks that came with the position I held. Though she thought that she wanted children, she really didn't.

"She hated being pregnant once the baby started to show and the crimp Cheetah put on her activities. Suffering a prolonged period of labor then a very painful childbirth was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. You can imagine how she loathed changing diapers.

"I could afford to and hired a nanny to deal with our child and was too wrapped up with my job to bother myself. I was a work-a-holic and frequently was away from home on business. Our nanny then our housekeeper raised our child. I didn't see the light until Cheetah tried to commit suicide when she was twelve. It wasn't a serious try, but a desperate cry for help.

"That is when I learned what the words 'gender dysfunction' meant and all that went along with it. I'm convinced I made the right decisions then and since. I found her the right help she needed and starting her on hormones was the best thing I could have done for the wonderful daughter I'd spawned; a child I'd ignored too, for almost thirteen years.

"Can you imagine how Mrs. social butterfly felt when she learned that she'd given birth to a daughter, especially when Cheetah started to show breasts? I'm sure you can. She went totally paranoid when her friends found out.

"To shorten the story, Cheetah was emerging into the beautiful woman she is. My wife turned into the worst jealous shrew imaginable, but wouldn't talk divorce.

"We moved out here in an effort to try to salvage something of my family four years ago. Cheetah and I could not be happier and two out of three is far better than oh for three.

"When I bought Melons, I finally thought she was going to be happy. She threw all her energy into enjoying her horse and it lasted about a year. But like too many good things in life, they come to an end. I'd rather not go into the actual events that precipitated it, but she walked out.

"You've been here long enough to have learned that my daughter is a very warm loving person and gives all of the loving care that Cheetah was denied for more than twelve years, Jewel."

"Thank you for sharing all that with me, Todd."

"I'd like a spring holster made for this, please? Todd placed the pistol he was going to give to Jewel on the counter. They'd gone to a leather shop that specialized in hunting and gunning equipment.

"Bill, come up front, please?" the woman called over her shoulder.

"My husband will help you with that, sir." She went in back when he'd come behind the showcase.

"Bill McClain."

"Todd Evans" The men shook hands. "This is Jewel."

"Hi, Jewel," Bill smiled and she returned it.

Todd explained what she wanted. "Where do you want to wear it?" Bill asked Todd.

"It might be best if we go in back so I can show you," Jewel offered.

She pulled up the short leather skirt to her waist; fully exposing her gleaming chastity belt. Bill went bug eyed.

"What the h' is that?" his wife asked in a demanding voice.

"My chastity belt." Jewel answered then showed Bill where she wanted to wear the automatic.

"It will rub on your thigh there," he started to suggest.

"I'm sure it will. I'll get used to it.

"I was thinking of a strap going diagonally up here in front to the side ring." She turned around. "In back, just parallel my ass chain and fasten it to the same ring." She faced him again.

"May I have the gun for a second, Todd?"

She placed it between her legs and held it with her thighs "Another strap around my leg here, from the trigger area should hold it secure.

"It will have the grip just as it is so when I pull it will come free in my hand."

"OK, but like I said, it is going to get very uncomfortable very quickly." Bill took the gun, checked that it wasn't loaded then repositioned it forward on her abdomen above the crease to her leg with its barrel touching the top of Jewel's thigh cleavage. "Don't you think this will be a lot better, Jewel?" Jewel moved her right hand back and forth as if she were drawing it.

"Yes, that's much better than my idea. Thanks, Bill."

He began to measure for the straps. "You won't be able to wear it there with your jeans."

"I don't wear pants," she countered.

"Or your tight skirts, Jewel," Todd added.

"I'll use the shoulder holster then."

They returned to the front of the store and started to complete the order form. "What color leather would you like?" Bill placed samples on the counter.

"What's the chances for white?"

"Good, Jewel, but I'll have to order a skin and that will take a few days."

"That's fine."

"All rise for the Honorable Judge Elvira Tallchief," the bailiff brought the courtroom to order.

Two hours later, the Clerk called Jewel to the witness box by her birth name.

Jewel released Todd's hand and nervously went forward, on her six-inch heels. The previous weekend she'd debated with her friends, just how she should dress for her court appearance then decided that she should be herself. All eyes were riveted to the very attractively attired leather-clad, sexy blonde. The judge was staring as well as everyone else. She glanced down to read something before her.

"Jewel," the judge said softly. "There seems to be an error in your paperwork. There will be a fifteen-minute recess while it is corrected. Please return to your seat.

"The court apologizes for the delay." She rapped her gavel and stood.

"Mrs. Mathers, I will see you in my chambers now," Judge Tallchief softly told the Court Clerk. Passing her own clerk, the judge invited her inside too.

"I want no arguments from either of you and I'll put you both in jail for contempt if you say a word to anyone. I want you to quickly correct an error on Jewel's paperwork." She beckoned them to her desk and explained what they were to do.

"What's going on, Todd?" Jewel questioned.

"The court will come to order," the bailiff boomed. "All rise for the Honorable Judge Elvira Tallchief."

"Court is in session."

The Clerk called, "Jewel, approach the witness stand."

She looked to Todd, in question, then stood and walked there again.

Ten minutes later, the clerk in the next room began making copies of the paper Jewel handed her and embossing the official seal into them. Other than the usual questions about avoiding criminal prosecution and debtors as reasons for her requested name change, the only question out of the ordinary was to confirm that she desired only one name. From then on, she was legally named just, 'Jewel'.

During the ride home, she took the precious legal paper from her purse to savor it once more. Suddenly, she screamed. Todd slammed on the brakes and pulled his truck to the side of the road.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I so happy that's all," she was smiling.

"Yes, I can understand about your new name, but don't startle again like that. OK?"

"Wait, there's more." Jewel turned the paper so he could read it. "I'm legally a female."

Todd steadied her shaking hand to read the paper. "That probably is what the judge meant about an error in the paperwork. Congratulations, Jewel."

Cheetah brought the new holster and pistol home ten days later. Jewel was wearing a full-skirted uniform that evening and she helped her strap it on and adjust it.

"More target practice for you tomorrow, girl." Todd told her.

*****

Another month passed before Jewel was summoned to the prosecutor's office to help them in preparing their case. Todd had demanded that she acquire new clothing for the expected appearances. Since he was paying for everything, Jewel offered no arguments; she'd not have anyway, as she fully concurred. The dress suits that he suggested were nice and sexy still.

Todd, acting as her attorney, accompanied her for the meeting. They were shown to the conference room and introduced to the Prosecutor, an Assistant Prosecutor, two detectives and a secretary.

They first questioned her sex, as it was key to the case. "At the time of the incident, I was biologically a male," Jewel truthfully stated.

"You sound as if that's no longer the case, Miss Jewel," one of the detectives questioned.

"Please, my name is Jewel. Today I am legally female." She took her license and another paper from her purse. "My Idaho driver's license and my birth certificate."

"I heard you just state you were a guy at the time of the crime?" She placed the court order signed by Judge Elvira Tallchief on the table.

"Today, I'm legally a female named, Jewel." No one spoke as they exchanged looks and passed the documents around the table. The secretary took them from the room to make copies.

"If handled properly, Joe, this could be used to our advantage and make the defense look foolish."

The Prosecutor, Joseph Adams, faced Jewel. "You will be called as a witness and your testimony is key to our case."

"I fully understand that, sir. I will cooperate in any way possible to gain a conviction, sir," she sincerely told him.

"It would help us gain a complete understanding of what we have to work with, if you tell us the story from the beginning, Jewel. Before you begin, please tell us everything and try not to be embarrassed by the details. When on the witness stand, we will ask you to only answer the questions you are asked and volunteer absolutely nothing.

"I'm still legally married to the defendant's sister, though she's filed for a divorce." Anticipating that they would desire them, Jewel removed the divorce documents and handed those to him.

"If I may begin?"

Seven hours later Jewel and Todd left the offices to return home.

"I'm starved, Todd. Will you buy me dinner before we drive back, please? Maybe Cheetah can join us after she closes shop."

There was no need for Jewel to be present when the prosecution team had assembled to review their case and develop their strategy the following morning.

"Before we go over what we heard yesterday, let's go over the other potential witnesses we have, Jim," Joe began.

"First there's the young woman who found her after the crime and brought her to the hospital, Cheetah Evans. Here's her statement to the sheriff's deputy and the one to the State Police at the hospital."

"Looks solid," the prosecutor commented after he'd finished reading and passed the reports to his right.

"Couple of problems with her. If you thought Jewel was something to look at, she pales in comparison to this one. Wait till you meet her; I don't want to spoil it for you."

"Should that be any problem, Jim?"

"Not really, Cheetah is Jewel's attorney's daughter and the three of them live together. She's owns a tattoo and piercing parlor over on Pine Street. Word about town is that she's lesbian."

"Still, I don't think the defense has anything to work with there. Go on."

Jim listed the hospital personnel from the surgeon to Jewel's doctor, the nurses and orderlies.

"Then we have all these." He slid over six thick binders. "Those are photos that were taken along their trip from New Jersey – arranged chronologically. There are over six thousand images there. Many depict the scumbag engaging in oral sex with Jewel and there's a lot of her in bondage, even him whipping her to tears.

"The series when they had her pierced and tattooed will be particularly good evidence. Based on what I see in them, it happened just as she told us. The pain she was put through clearly shows."

"We'll have to share those with the defense," the Prosecutor stated.

"What else have we got?" he asked.

"This doesn't do us any good." Zeke, one of the detectives slid over a police report. "It reads just as she related. I queried the Luna Peir police department after her statement and that came email during the night.

"The girl looks like a complete bimbo, but she has a remarkably accurate memory."

"I noted that too," Jim stated. "At first I thought it was just an over active imagination, but as she went on and on, detail after detail yesterday, I became convinced it was nothing but the truth." Jim looked through his notes then read over his boss's shoulder.

"Damn, she even memorized the cop's badge number."

"I was impressed the same way, Mr. Adams," Ann, the secretary stated. "Her bleached blonde hair, those ridiculous boobs and that ring and other thing in her tongue say nothing but air-head. Listening to her, despite how she looks, made me want to believe her."

"Thanks, Ann, for reminding me. We get anything from the hospital where they were done yet?"

"Yes," Tom the other detective passed an email. "They won't release patient records without consent."

"Get a court order, Jim, just in case."

"Yes, sir; already noted to do that."

*****

Two thousand miles east, Rocko Capuchi shook his head. Ron Rizzuto had just left the offices of Capuchi, Capuchi and Mattatuchi, Attorneys at Law.

"This doesn't look good, papa. I don't think he has a chance," Rocko Jr. commented.

"Not with all that." Senior motioned to the papers and open albums scattered on the table. "We got Guchi Guido off the hook for far worse than this and more than this.

"Best thing, I see right now, is to discredit them on the witness stand, starting with his little faggot."

"There's something about our client, I really don't like, papa."

"You're not alone." Rocko Senior picked up the eight by ten close-up color photograph of Jewel's battered and unconscious face taken in the ER.

"I'll bet she used to be really pretty before he did this to her," he said absently.

"Papa, that a guy!"

*****

A year after arriving in Idaho, Jewel's trial had gotten underway. As evidence was leaked in the intervening time, the case had gained international media attention. It was being televised on Court TV, all the networks and of course hordes of paparazzi.

After the court session began on the morning of the third day, the Prosecutor, trying the case himself, stood. "The State calls Jewel." His star witness was not present when order had been called, but was in a side room. A bailiff escorted her to the witness chair.

Pandemonium erupted immediately. Jewel was dressed in her best 'biker broad' regalia from her spiked collar, skin tight black latex micro-dress with her nipple rings in sight to red latex stockings and locked on, white ballet boots. She even wore her leather wrist cuffs, the chromed ankle cuffs and had the leather handle of her chain leash looped on her left wrist.

"Both of you, approach the bench!" the Honorable Harry Blackstone demanded as the bailiffs, extra deputies and State Police attempted to restore order in the courtroom. "What in God's name is the meaning of this, Mr. Prosecutor?"

"Your honor, we plan to introduce evidence to show that Jewel, while under the control of the defendant was dressed in that very attire and many others, far more bizarre, chained to his motorcycle and driven here to Idaho over the course of weeks."

The judge was furious. When he looked to Rocko Senior to refute what had been stated. "The defense accepts this as fact, your honor."

Judge Blackstone waved them away. When order was finally restored, the trial resumed.

"State your full name," the Court Clerk asked.

"Jewel."

"Your full legal name, please?"

"Jewel," she repeated calmly.

"Objection, your honor!" The judge was furious, he rapped the gavel and brought them back to the bench.

"Are you objecting to the clerk asking her name? Or her name?"

"The witness is committing perjury. His name is Julius Winston."

"If it pleases your Honor. The state is prepared, should the court desire, to prove that the witness has not committed perjury; her full, legal name is 'Jewel'." Joe withdrew two copies of the court order from his file and handed one to the judge and the other his opponent.

"Your Honor, the defense concedes that the witness is named, Jewel," Rocko said begrudgingly.

"Objection over ruled."

The clerk finished swearing in Jewel.

"Good morning, Jewel."

"Good morning," she returned.

"How old are you, Jewel?"

"Twenty-six, sir."

"On May twelfth of 2002 were you brought to the emergency room of Kootenai Medical Center?"

"Yes, I believe I was, but I was unconscious at the time and unaware of it. I have heard testimony that I was. When I became aware of my surroundings, that is where I was."

"Why were you unconscious and unaware on that day, Jewel?"

"Objection – if the witness was unconscious, she could not know why she was brought there."

"If it please the court, may we have the testimony of Nurse Ruth Andrews and Dr. Carlos Rivera reread?" the Prosecutor requested.

"The Defense withdraws the objection." Rocko realized his error, too late. He was making a fool of himself before the jury.

"You may answer the question, Jewel," the Judge permitted.

"I was severely beaten, sir?"

"Who beat you, Jewel?"

"Dr. Ronald Rizzuto."

"Is Dr. Rizzuto present in the court room?"

"Yes, sir, he is?"

"Please point him out to the court?"

Jewel used her left hand and the handle of her leash to point. "He is the defendant seated in the middle of the table wearing a gray, pin-stripped suit." All eyes in the court focused there and a murmur could be heard throughout.

"Was anyone else present at the time the beating began?

"Please name them and point them out if they are present."

"The defendant's brother, Michael, seated behind him in the first row with long black beard and his sister, Tara Winston, seated next to Mike and wearing the red jacket." She continued to point out Todd and Cheetah, both of whom had previously testified.

"Was that the first time that the defendant had assaulted you?"

"No sir, it was not."

Jewel's direct testimony continued for eight days. Anyone hearing it could not help, but to believe it to be true, especially when selected images from Ron's computer were introduced into evidence to collaborate what she told the jury.

"Do you believe, Jewel, that the defendant meant to kill you?" was his last question.

"Yes, sir, I honestly do."

"Your witness," Joe said to Rocko than sat.

Rocko knew that his opponent had a nearly air tight case against his client.

"Since it is two PM on Friday," The judge interrupted as Rocko stood to begin. "I instruct the jury not to discuss the case or the testimony you have heard…

"Court adjourned until Monday morning at nine o'clock.

The defense began cross-examination, "Jewel, what was your name before you legally changed it in a court?"

She answered truthfully and in the same way when asked if she were born female.

Joe Adams had done a very through job of flushing the collective toilets of any ability for the defense team to discredit Jewel. He had even thoroughly explored the episodes where Jewel participated and established that she'd not been forced into some of them. What was damaging to Ron was that, by then, he'd so thoroughly taught Jewel that willingness to participate was far better for her than hesitancy or denying his desires.

There was no need for the State to do more than summarize and rest its case.

"What do you think my chances are Rocky?" Ron asked his attorney as they drank cocktails in nice restaurant not far from the courthouse.

"I'd say they were twenty-five to life, bro'." Tara answered. "After seeing the pictures of from the hospital of what you did to her…" Tara lowered her head for a moment then met his eyes.

Big Mike added more, "Those pictures you had to take of her battered body stuffed upside down in the cage really iced any chances you could hope to have for winning this."

"Thanks a fucking lot!" Ron turned over the table as he leapt to his feet. A waitress, balancing the heavy tray with their meals, happened to be in his way as he stormed out and a hard punch to her stomach cleared his path.

The bartender was pressing '9-1-1' into the phone before Ron was out the door.

"Want to help me with the horses tonight, Jewel?"

"Sure, Cheetah. Let me run upstairs and I'll meet you at your truck."

Feeling very good about the status of the trial, Jewel wanted to party. She'd put on her English uniform, her favorite, to prepare their meal along with locking on her ballet boots, which she'd come to adore as they turned on Cheetah more than anything else and were an open invitation to bed.

"How you can walk in those is still beyond me."

"Will power, Cheetah.

"Please cuff my ankles, I'm feeling kinky tonight?"

The Winchester no longer occupied a place in the gun rack of Tara's pick-up. In its place was a custom, laser-sighted rifle that Todd had given to Jewel the past Christmas. Cheetah had slipped on her shoulder holster and exited her truck. Jewel gained her balance then leaned over to remove her weapon, just before the side window shattered, showering her back with glass.

Another shot then Cheetah's scream echoed in the night air. The rear window disappeared with the third when Jewel stretched for her rifle. With her next attempt, she lost her precarious balance and fell, but the rifle was in her hands as a bullet exploded the seat.

She managed to roll and bring the weapon to her shoulder. Cheetah's body lay nearby; blood oozing from her head and unmoving. Another shot kicked dirt and gravel in her face.

Blinking headlights with flashes of red and blue pierced the darkness.

"I'll kill you this time, you fucking little bitch!" Ron's enraged scream met Jewel's ears, just as a lightning bolt of pain erupted in her arm.

"Police! Drop your weapons!"

The red dot reflected on his forehead and Jewel squeezed the trigger. Two hundred forty grains of lead mushroomed on Ron's skull as they penetrated.

"Dispatch, Bravo four six, I need an ambulance, back-up and homicide."

"Bravo four six, roger."

Cheetah's temple had been grazed. Jewel's left bicep had a shallow crease of missing flesh. The back of Ron's head had been sprayed in a large oval on the ground.

The State Police officer treated both girls from the kit in the trunk of his cruiser before the medics arrived. He believed Jewel's arm would require sutures to minimize the scar, but the EMT's thought them not to be necessary.

"Aren't you the girl involved in that big trial that's been all over the TV?" the sergeant had asked upon arrival.

"Yes, I'm Jewel. That," She motioned to the covered corpse, "is the bastard that tried to kill me once before."

"From what I read in the papers, there was no way he had a defense, Sarge," the first officer volunteered. "Guess he came here tonight to finish what he started the first time."

At two AM only the two State Policemen remained. They sat with Jewel, Cheetah and Todd at the table in the kitchen drinking coffee and writing out their reports.

"Do I still have to be in court for the trial at nine this morning?" Jewel asked.

*****

The case was dismissed and court was adjourned in less than an hour. That evening Cheetah told Jewel to put on her black corset and helped lace her as tightly as possible then locked on her chastity belt.

"From now on, that stays there and is opened at my discretion, little one. You are mine now." Cheetah took her in a hug and delivered a sensuous kiss.

"Promises, promises," Jewel teased.

"Give me your hands." Jewel held them out and grinned as her friend locked on the leather cuffs.

"What's next, my collar and leash?" she teased.

"No, not tonight. Put on black stockings and your toe boots. You look so delightful walking in those, Jewel." Cheetah knelt to lace and lock them then added her steel ankle cuffs.

"Your boots are all scuffed; be sure to polish them tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress." Jewel gave a little curtsey.

"OK, let's go to my room." She escorted her to stand before her large computer monitor.

"Just stand there." Cheetah went in her bathroom and returned quickly. "Lift your hair off the back of your head." It took only a moment to shave her neck, wipe off the lather and return the items.

She then sat to work the keyboard and bring up a custom application. 'Jewel' appeared on the screen, superimposed over a nice portrait of her. "This program can be accessed with Alt plus F12 as the hotkey, Jewel."

Cheetah rose with something in her hand and went behind to lift Jewel's hair again. A flash of red reflected from the screen and the computer beeped then spoke. 'Cheetah's Jewel'. Time - twenty fifty-six'.

"You scanned me!" Jewel squeaked.

"Yup." Sitting at the keys again, Cheetah brought up the password-protected log. It showed that the scan had been recorded with the time, date and Cheetah's suite as the location. Using a bookmark, Cheetah displayed the Slave Registry site and entered Jewel's number. Her data displayed on the screen.

"Read that." Cheetah touched the screen then went behind Jewel and circled her arms to cup her large breasts. "Aloud."

"Ownership transfer, slave 9300417, formerly the property of Ronald Rizzuto, acquired on May twenty-first by Cheetah and renamed 'Cheetah's Jewel'."

"That's enough. Get on my bed." Cheetah playfully swatted her cheek to hurry her there.

Straddling her playmate, Cheetah encircled her neck with a new collar. Very similar to her other one, the leather was silver and not decorated with spikes. She locked it in back then locked the bed chain to it.

"Starting in the morning, you are to scan yourself when you get up, when you go to the kitchen, when you enter my rooms, daddy's, the laundry room and the stable. You'll find the scanners to do that. In addition to logging the scans on my computer, a message is sent to my cell phone every time, Cheetah's Jewel. Be sure to keep your neck shaved to give clean scans" She stretched to turn out the lights then moved down to suckle Jewel's breast with her mouth.

"I've been waiting for this!"

"Me too, Mistress!"

The End

  

  

  

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