I still couldn't believe it... me ... Joan Sumter ... twenty-eight-year-old divorcee ... a governess! I reminded myself of one of the heroines in those Gothic novels I used to read. Only these were modern days ... days of mechanization ... sophistication. No one became a governess anymore ... especially a young, relatively attractive divorcee with a PhD. in social psychiatry.
At least, that's what one of my good friends said to me when I told her of my new job. I reminded her that they were paying me a small fortune ... one that I could never get without many long hard years of battling the male supremacy system of my field. I also reminded her in a casual way-where else could I find an easier job-governess to a sixteen-year-old-girl! She had to agree with me.
I had been trying, with my rambling thoughts, to avoid the piercing eyes of the chauffeur. I was intensely aware of his staring at me by way of the rear-view mirror. The whole trip from the airport had been a battle of wills ... now we were entering the private road that led to the estate, and I was losing the skirmish.
I felt my body alternately flash hot and cold every time our eyes met and I was beginning to want him in spite of myself. He was good-looking, but I wasn't sure if that was the best way to start a new job.
I tried to ignore the hot sticky feeling between my legs by looking out across the grounds of the huge estate. I laughed to myself when I thought of my initial reaction after reading Who's Who ... total awe! I still remembered it word for word: Mr. Rex Lanigan and his wife Carlotta Renser Lanigan were independently wealthy; when they married, their combined fortunes surpassed that of the Fords, Rockefellers, and Kennedys combined. Their accomplishments in the academic world were many and well-known. Their philanthropic endeavors were so numerous that only a few can he listed here: A home and school for blind children, plus a foundation to find a cure for the blind. A foundation to find a cure for and research cancer. A kidney foundation. And many foundations for research on various other major diseases. They have a daughter whose name is Melody Ann Lanigan.
"Mrs. Sumter!" the cold precise voice abruptly cut through my thoughts, "We have arrived!
I looked at the eyes of the chauffeur and felt my knees suddenly begin to shake. As I gathered my hat and bag while he opened the door of the car, I thought to myself, Oh God, just let me get out gracefully ... don't let me stumble all over myself ... I couldn't bear to feel his patronizing attitude.
I got out of the car and our bodies accidentally brushed against each other. I felt an electric shock slam through me ... I thought I was going to collapse for sure, this time. I angrily chided myself for behaving like a silly schoolgirl.
I paused for a minute to pull myself together and stop my shakes. I felt ridiculous ...no man had never had this kind of effect on me before ... and frankly, I couldn't see why he was.
I turned around and asked him, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Kurt Stokes, madame," he answered.
"Oh, are you German?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"No, madame, Austrian."
"I see ... well, I just thought I should start learning the names of everyone, since I'm going to be working here," I explained rather lamely.
"Of course, madame," he said with a slight mocking smile playing on his lips, "and may I add that I do hope you'll enjoy yourself in your time with us."
As I turned toward the house I could have sworn that I saw his eyes strip me clean ... my clothes ... skin ... everything down to my soul. I wondered if that last remark was an invitation to a more intimate relationship. We walked up to the front door and waited for someone to open it. I felt naked and hot... I was burning up with desire for this strange, precise man standing behind me.
What seemed like years was only seconds before someone answered the door. I immediately wondered if no one smiled in this odd household.
"Madeline, Mrs. Sumter, the new governess," Kurt introduced us.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Sumter," Madeline said as she ushered us inside. "I'm the head housekeeper. If you have any complaints, bring them to me. I hope that you will enjoy yourself in your time with us. This is Yvonne, your personal maid .,. she will take care of any of your needs ... day or night."
I looked at the young girl standing beside Madeline. She was young, pretty, and smiling. I nodded to her and she nodded back shyly.
"Yvonne will take you to your apartment," Madeline said, then turned to go.
I looked for Kurt but he too had disappeared into the vast house. I silently followed Yvonne up the stairs ... my head whirling with the strange and alien feeling pervading me. I wondered about my staying here ... everyone was hoping that I would enjoy myself in the time that I was with them ... that shouldn't be so odd but I felt like a guest rather than a governess. And why had Kurt emphasized new governess ... or was that my imagination? Something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I wasn't even really certain that it wasn't just the newness and the long trip that made me feel the way I did. One thing I did know for certain was the way Kurt kept looking at me. He wanted me ... and badly, too. I couldn't say that the desire wasn't mutual.
Yvonne paused in front of a door, opened it and stood aside. I walked in and looked around. My bags were already there ... they were the only objects that I could understand. The rest was like ... well... like they were for some visiting royalty. I had never seen such a palatial setting in my entire life. I felt lost and uncomfortable.
"Yvonne," I said, "are all the 'apartments' like this one?"
"Oh no, madame," she quickly replied, then stopped as if embarrassed. "Go on," I encouraged her. "Well, madame, this is the least nice one there is ... I mean ... the least fancy one.... except for the servants' quarters. They're like medium-sized flats like you can rent in London."
"If this is the least nice one, as you put it, I think that I might be afraid to look at the others. I think that I might feel a little overwhelmed."
"Yvonne made no comment on what I had said. Instead she said, "I'll unpack your luggage and then run a bath for you. You must feel hot and sticky from the long trip."
I felt hot and sticky all right, but not from the long trip, unless, of course, you could say the drive from the airport was a long trip.
I went and sat down on the couch, feeling completely disoriented. I wondered if all rich people in California were like this. I began to think that I had led a very sheltered life back in New York ... and I wasn't sure if I didn't prefer it. Just then I noticed a very beautiful painting on the wall opposite me.
I got up to go get a better view of it; it was then that I also saw the small button beside it. I looked closely at the picture and saw that it was two young girls in the position of love making. The picture seemed so real ... the girls seemed so alive ... I could almost see them moving.
I was intrigued with the button beside it, speculated on its purpose. I decided to push it and see if it really had anything to do with the picture or if it was some sort of bell for service. As soon as I had pushed it, the figures began to move. I watched in total fascination while the two young girls gently caressed each other. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies ... over each other's breasts ... over each other s faces. They leaned into each other and began to kiss.
I was still turned on from my experience with Kurt and found myself getting even more so, now. My hand slipped up my skirt until it found my pulsing clitoris, then I let my finger rest on it for a moment. I continued to watch the two girls as I rubbed my finger over it.
They were two of the most perfect creatures I had ever seen. I watched as their bodies melted into each other and began to squirm and slide around. One of the girls had her leg between the other's legs and was rubbing her thigh against the other girl's pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly, she built up their orgasm.
They were still kissing each other ... it seemed like they had become glued together. I could still see their faces, though, and they wore expressions of total and complete bliss. I felt much the same way as I vigorously rubbed and pinched my aching clitoris. I could actually feel the heat of their passion ... feel the build of their tension, as well as my own.
I suddenly realized that I was touching the picture with my free hand and that was what was letting me feel them as well as see them. The one with her thigh against the other one began to move faster and faster. I saw her hand slip down between the two of them, then I saw her start to shove her fingers into the other girl's dripping cunt.
I followed suit with two of my fingers ... allowing them to plunge in and out of my burning hole ... letting them slip and slide and play with my juices. Again and again I plunged them deep inside of me ... my thumb was now satisfying the craving of my clitoris. My whole body felt alive and glowing ... deeply immersed in the heat of my lust.
I could sense that the two girls were building to their peak. Their movements became more frenzied ... rougher ... more demanding of each other. Now they were biting each other's lips and I could see little drops of blood glistening on then-lips. I could also see the glistening of their slick creamy juices spreading over their legs.
Then suddenly they came with what looked like the scream of the ages and I felt like an electrical storm was raging through me! Wave after wave again and again surged through and around me. I almost felt as if I were going to faint from the overload of energy.
Instead of fainting I felt myself being supported by a pair of smooth silky arms. My blouse was being skillfully and quickly removed, as was my bra ... releasing my full firm breasts from captivity. My nipples were so hard that they felt like they were on fire. Never before had my nipples jumped when they were touched ... no matter how turned on I was ... and now they were doing the strangest dance I had ever experienced.
I felt like screaming every time one of the long tapered fingers caressed them, but I was too busy trying to get my skirt off. Finally it fell to the floor, leaving my pussy free to be explored. I reached down to continue where I had left off ... and my pussy was being very demanding ... soaking my hand as soon as I reached my gaping hole.
I was rubbing and pinching ... shoving my fingers in and out ... faster and faster until I thought I couldn't stand it any longer. Then suddenly my nipples were being squeezed like they were in a vise and I felt my body become racked with spasms of the most beautiful orgasm I had ever felt. But it wasn't over.... While I was still feeling the wonderful glow spreading through me I felt something press into my sucking hole.
I glanced down and saw a long rubber vibrator being plunged in and out of me. I kept soaring up higher and higher with each stroke. Faster and deeper ... my legs would no longer support me.... I sank to the floor but the vibrator continued to slam into me ... my back arched and fell ... my screams came again and again ... my eyes were blurred and I couldn't see who was manipulating the vibrating dildo.
Then suddenly I saw stars and space and the universe! I went over and over and over. God, I thought it would never stop! Finally I lay in total exhaustion ... I looked up and saw Yvonne leaning over me.
"Did you enjoy that, madame?" she asked me quietly.
I managed to nod yes and then just continued staring at her.
Finally I found my voice and asked her, "Is this part of your duties or do you always do this sort of thing?"
"I am to see that you are kept happy, madame. Besides, I enjoyed it myself. You are a very rewarding woman to satisfy."
"I'm glad that I meet with your approval ... you are a most satisfying person yourself," I replied.
She smiled happily and then said, "Your bath is ready and dinner will be served in forty-five minutes.
I will come to show you where the dining room is."
I got up off the floor and walked towards the bathroom. This was, decidedly, going to be the strangest job I had ever encountered!
CHAPTER TWO
I had just finished getting dressed when Yvonne came back to conduct me to dinner. I had finally decided to wear a simple black sheath ... but I was very nervous as to what was considered proper. I looked questioningly at Yvonne, letting her be the final judge of my attire. She just stared back at me.
Finally I asked, "Is it all right? Acceptable?"
"I was thinking, madame," she murmured, "I think perhaps a little lower in the neckline...."
She searched through my jewelry and found an inexpensive brooch, came back, grabbed my neckline, pulled it down and pinned it.
"Like so. Plunging, I think is what you would call it," she said.
"Plunging!" I gasped ... it went almost to my navel. "Well, yes. Plunging is probably all you could call it."
I felt naked ... nervous ... and prayed I wouldn't see Kurt while I was dressed like this. He wouldn't even have to try to undress me this time. Suddenly I felt the hot creamy liquid of lust begin to seep from my cunt. I could feel it soak my thin bikini panties making them cling damply to the folds of my lips ... and smearing along the inside of my thighs.
Jesus! I thought, What is it about this guy? All I have to do is think of him and I'm ready to come all over myself. Pull yourself together, child, this is no way to meet your new benefactors.' I looked around me and then realized that we had been walking an awful lot ... through what seemed like miles and miles of halls. A veritable labyrinth of halls. The amazing part was that every one was different from the last. I had to come back and look at them at my leisure! At last Yvonne stopped in front of a plain wooden door ... bolted by rough-hewn planks ... it was totally out of place!
At that moment, I knew something was crazy here and I felt a terrible sinking thud in the pit of my stomach. Yvonne opened the door and stood aside to let me pass ... but my feet were galvanized to the spot. My eyes glanced over the room and I saw who I assumed were Mr. and Mrs. Lanigan and Melody Ann, a plank table with two benches just like the door, old tallow-wax candles and food on unglazed earthenware. There didn't seem to be any servants around. I was stunned by the scene in front of me. It felt like hours had passed but it was only a few seconds.
I swallowed hard and forced myself to walk into the room ... it was then that I noticed that all three were dressed only in simple long black frocks. I felt completely idiotic and wanted to strangle Yvonne for making such a blunder.
I was just about to get ready to apologize when Mr. Lanigan rose from the table and spoke, "Welcome, Joan Sumter, welcome to our humble family. I'm Rex Lanigan and this is my wife Carlotta Renser Lanigan and daughter Melody Ann Lanigan. You look absolutely beautiful and charming ... you are so perfect for us. Come, sit down, I do hope that you will enjoy your stay in the time that you are with us." Then he sat down.
I slowly walked to the table ... feeling very small ... feeling the sting of Rex Lanigan's facetious remark about my perfection ... feeling the overwhelming paranoia caused by his last remark which had been repeated so often to me already. Neither Mrs. Lanigan nor Melody spoke to me .. I apparently did manage to sit down.
"Thank you, Mr. Lanigan," I mumbled ... then, trying to be friendly, I turned to Mrs. Lanigan and said, "Hello, Mrs. Lanigan, you have a most beautiful home here ... I must admit that it rather awes me."
"Call me Carlotta," she replied. "Thank you for complimenting my home.... Rex, darling, how did you ever find someone so utterly perfect for us?"
It was then that I realized that he hadn't been being facetious ... these odd people really meant what they were saying. But I wondered what I was 'so utterly' perfect for!
"Oh, Mama, you know Papa, he always knows how to do the best for us," Melody piped up.
"You're right, dear," Carlotta acknowledged.
"Hello, Melody," I tried for openers. "I hope you and I will become good friends, and please call me Joan." You big phoney, I thought to myself, if I were that kid ... I would ignore your patronizing personage completely. But she didn't.
Instead she smiled, "I know we will, Joan."
"Begin dinner," Rex abruptly interjected.
The meal was one of biblical origin around Jesus' time. I could only barely discern some of the foods, remembered through some research I had done when I was still in college. There were no eating utensils either ... which seemed to fit with the whole feeling ... so we ate with our fingers. The table was quite small and all our legs kept bumping against each other's. I felt so strange that I didn't really notice anything at first ... then it became increasingly more obvious that Mr. and Mrs. Lanigan were playing with my knees.
I intermittently would feel one and then the other of their hands gently caressing a knee ... their faces remained a total blank ... seemingly completely intent upon their food. I began to find it very difficult to swallow ... hot flashes were racing through me ... my pussy, which had gone cold on me when I had first walked in, was now rapidly warming up. The juice began to flow ... the lips began to swell... the knot in my stomach began to turn into fluttering butterflies.
I didn't know what to do ... I wanted to just let go, but couldn't, "I do hope you like the food," Rex commented. "It seems to me that I remember that you did some studying on this particular subject in college."
"That's right," I replied, trying to remain cool. "I became quite fascinated with biblical times, customs and habits. This is actually very authentic ... I'm not only surprised, but also a little intrigued as to why."
"Oh, really it's quite simple," Carlotta chimed in. "We have a love for authenticity and uniqueness. You must admit no one else would do such a thing."
"Mama is a 'back to our roots' girl," Melody said lightly. "She insists that we never forget our true origins. But you must see the rest of the house ... it's authentic too."
Melody was such a strange child for sixteen. She had an aura of mystical eroticism about her. She said things years ahead of herself ... she frightened and fascinated me. Everything frightened and fascinated me. My thoughts of her blended in with the sensations of my body ... I was visibly shaking. My panties were of no use to me at all. They were soaked and sticky ... I had a sudden uncontrollable urge to rid myself of them. Very stealthily I reached down under the table ... my whole mind concentrating on not betraying myself.
I reached up under my skirt and managed to get them past my hips by using my hands and gently wiggling my hips. Then I rubbed my knees together until the flimsy material fell to the floor. My hand seemed to automatically move to my swollen aching pussy ... I needed relief from its pounding ... its incessant demand for satisfaction. My fingers slowly moved between my pulsing lips, dipped into my grasping hole, scooped up some of the viscous liquid, and traveled up to my clitoris.
I didn't dare look up ... I was afraid that my eyes would give me away. I was certain that Rex and Carlotta were watching me ... I could feel their eyes burning holes into my brain, knowing my most inner thoughts ... no matter whether they saw my face or not ... but I couldn't stop. The flame was flaring higher ... higher.
I rubbed my clitoris faster ... faster ... frantically pushing towards orgasm ... harder and harder. I pulled it ... pinched it ... scraped it with my fingernail. I kept feeling the ungodly heat rushes surge through me ... I wanted to scream out... to tell them I quit ... to tell them to stop playing with me. I kept working my searing piece of flesh. Oh God ... I could feel it ... the orgasm, building to the peak and washing over me in great billowing waves. I was totally spent.
Then I felt the strong inhuman grips on my thigh! I froze in complete panic ... the grip released and became gentle strokes ... accompanied by feathery touches from long tapered talons.
I finally looked up and saw their impassive faces staring straight at each other ... not at me ... they looked like nothing was happening.
Maybe they aren't doing anything, I frantically thought, maybe I'm imagining it all ... or maybe it is something inhuman. Oh damnit! I can't even look without arousing suspicion.
I couldn't look ... I couldn't very well ignore it ... I felt slightly helpless ... my body completely ruling me, as it seemed to have been doing ever since I embarked on this journey. The strokes had moved to my vagina and had become two stiff rods ramming into my seething cunt. The talons were now rapidly plucking at my aroused nub and sending shooting sparks of electricity through me.
The hardest part was remaining silent, remaining still, remaining outwardly unmoved. Then I couldn't believe it... I felt a toe pressing against my asshole! A toe! I couldn't even see how it had gotten there, considering that I was supposedly sitting on my ass. But it was in ... in and joining the torturously slow rhythm of the rigid shafts in my pussy ... the teasing touches of the talons.
My body was a mass of quivering jelly! My knuckles went white from the effort of staying calm! I couldn't see anymore ... everything was a blur ... harder and harder ... deeper and deeper ... a little faster ... faster ... deeper ... harder ... I was riding high .. . each stroke throwing me up, bouncing me on the peak ... the silent sound of the sucking vacuum ... the silent slapping of the thrusts ... the sweet come forming little pools in the chair, trickling down and lubricating my ass ... faster ... harder ... deeper ... harder ... harder ... over! And over and over.
"She is beautiful," Carlotta suddenly spoke.
"She should be a madonna," Melody replied.
"The glow of beauty ... of lust ... of truth ... of perfection is upon her," Rex's resonant voice sounded. "View it closely ... offer a prayer to her ... I offer her as a prayer."
I just sat there, speechless, then it was over. Rex and Carlotta stood up ... Melody stood up, and so, not knowing what else to do, I stood up too.
"Yvonne will take you back to your room," Carlotta dismissed me.
"Do sleep well and you may start your duties tomorrow," Rex put in. "Yvonne and Melody and Madeline will help you with anything you need ... and lastly, feel free with the house ... treat it as your own."
I mumbled, "Thank you and good night," then stumbled blindly to the door. I just wanted to go to bed ... go to sleep and forget the whole day. Maybe while I was asleep my brain would nicely sort and catalogue everything for me.
Yvonne was standing in the same spot ... exactly the same way that I had left her. Perhaps I never did leave her. Perhaps I dreamed the whole dinner ... the whole scene with Rex and Carlotta ... perhaps a lot of things ... I needed sleep! I vaguely remember being led back to my room, being undressed, being tenderly petted by delicate bands ... and being put to bed in satin sheets. My body glowed with the warmth of sensuality as I drifted off to sleep
CHAPTER THREE
I woke up with a start, not remembering where I was or how I got there. The sun was streaming full force through a huge French window. Slowly my brain cleared, the fog lifted and the events of last night came back to me. I sat up with a start and searched around for a clock.
"Great ... just great," I mumbled out loud, "your first day and you blow it by sleeping until noon or something. Where is there a damn clock."
I fumbled around, just barely missing knocking over a vase, and finally arose triumphantly with clock in hand.
"7:00 A.M.!" I screeched, "Jesus, am I turned around! Now what do I do? I don't even know where the kitchen is. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure where my clothes are."
I got up and wandered around the enormous room, trying to figure out where the most logical place for a closet would be. Then I recalled a smallish room just before the bathroom. I walked over and opened up the door ... sure enough, there it was, but it was bigger than I had thought.
All my makeup was carefully arranged on the vanity and I noticed that some of it wasn't even mine. The closets were immense and again I found things that were not mine. The odd thing was that they were the right size.
I picked out a casual dress and shoes and went to take a bath. I undressed and looked at myself in the full mirrors ... I didn't look any different from yesterday ... I just felt different. There was no sign of madness around my eyes ... in reality I looked the ideal picture of calmness. I turned away from the mirrors and began to run my bath. I found a delicious-smelling bottle of bubble bath while I was rummaging around for my toothbrush, and poured a liberal amount of it in the running water. I climbed in.
When the tub was sufficiently filled with water and mountains of bubbles, I lay back, closed my eyes and completely relaxed.
Ah, Joan, this is the life. I thought, This is luxury to its fullest... this is being rich!
"But do you want it?" I murmured out loud. That is the question!
It couldn't be all that hard to adjust to, I continued to argue with myself. Money, servants, everything you could possibly want ... what's hard about adjusting to that?
"I don't know ..." I mumbled, "these people are awfully strange. Did they come that way? Or are they strange because they're bored and have nothing they really need? I would hate to become so jaded because I had everything."
"Mmm ... good point," I said to me, "but they have all their charities and schools and things. I can't see how they could possibly be bored."
"All those things may have meant something to them at one time," I went on, still mumbling out loud, "yet I don't think they really care about them anymore.... Maybe they got too frustrated with failures or red tape or something ... but I don't see any signs of interest in them."
You haven't been here long enough, I thought. You can't really make a fair judgment of the situation. You've got to keep a more open mind.
"True," I muttered.
I got out of the tub and looked at my glistening skin. The bubble bath had left it soft and shiny. I proudly rubbed my hands down my body and then back up to my breasts. I cupped them in each hand and indulgently massaged them ... played with the nipples ... squeezed them ... made them feel good. Then I began to vigorously rub myself down with the huge towel.
I was becoming very turned on by my active drying method. I felt my pussy begin to throb with desire. I sat down on the edge of the tub and spread my legs, then I looked in the mirrors and watched myself slowly begin to stimulate my clitoris. Around and around I rubbed the small piece of flesh ... unmindful of time, or place, or need to be anywhere. My face was bathed in a glow of eroticism.
I looked at my engorged nipples ... my full round breasts ... my flat stomach ... and back down to my beautiful mound. My clitoris was turning a bright red which made it stand out against my white skin. It was bathed in the clear shiny juice from my pussy and it gleamed in the bright light of the bathroom.
I slipped my finger down my long pink slit to my cunthole, shoved it up inside and rotated it around and around. I quickly began to wiggle the thin shaft inside of me. With my other hand I resumed caressing my clitoris. Together I made my hands move faster and faster ... deeper .., harder ... until minutes later I had an orgasm.
I swiftly finished dressing and was about to embark upon my journey to find the kitchen when Yvonne appeared at my door.
"Good morning, madame, I didn't expect you up so early," she said.
"Neither did I," I replied cheerfully, "but the sun must have awakened me. It's beautiful out today; isn't it?"
"Yes, madame, it is...."
"Please, Yvonne, call me Joan ... I really can't adjust to the madame' bit. I know ..." I held my hand up in protest, "I know that you are just trying to be polite ... but I need a friend and it looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other ... and well... I like you ... so, please ..."
"All right, Joan," she grinned, "I like you too.... Much more than the others! Listen, if you're ready I'll take you to breakfast and then show you where you'll find Melody every morn-mg?
"Yeah, I'm ready ... let's go." I walked along side of her. "By the way, what do you think of Melody?" "Me?"
"Yes, you," I laughed.
"I'm not supposed to have an opinion of anyone," she answered. "I assumed you knew that...."
"No I didn't and I don't see why not ... you may work for them, but they don't own you," I retorted.
"That's a matter for discussion ... but since you asked ... I think Melody is a brilliant girl and is going to have a very rough time of it if she ever has to go out into the world," Yvonne said seriously.
"Why? With her money, looks and brains I should think she wouldn't have any trouble at all."
"Those are fine things to have and for most people that would be all that's needed. But her parents have not given her any concept of how to deal with people and neither have any of the other governesses. It's almost as if Mr. and Mrs. Lanigan didn't want her to know."
"I'm not sure I understand you; she was pretty good last night, except that she sounded years older than she is," I replied.
"That's just it ... I can't really explain it ... but maybe you'll see what I mean the more you're with her.... Here we are, do you think you can remember the way?"
"I think so," I responded. "And also ... Ill keep in mind what you said, okay?"
She nodded yes and then silently disappeared. I sat down to a huge breakfast which was already laid out for me and still piping hot. It was the kind of breakfast that one should be leisurely about to do it any justice, but I was too anxious to see my student. I also discovered that I was ravenous since I had barely eaten anything last night.
As soon as I was finished Yvonne came in as if on cue. I began to think she had some kind of built-in radar system which allowed her to be so precise with her timing. She led me through more labyrinths until we came to a small patio set apart from the rest of the house. There I saw Melody, with her shiny blond hair and pretty sun dress, finishing her breakfast.
Melody had taken me to a beautiful garden with a fairly large-size pool in the middle of it. We were sitting silently, staring into the water ... a feeling of tranquility pervading us. Melody had said very little on the way here, other than banal pleasantries, and now she was silent. She didn't seem to expect me to say anything ... so for the moment I was quiet.
Then I began to really look at her. She was absolutely beautiful ... an almost ethereal beauty. Her body was youthfully blossoming in all the right directions and there was an underlying tone of raw sexuality. It blended surprisingly well with the other-worldlinesses that she had and showed as an extremely sensuous attitude. I found myself becoming acutely turned on by her.
Instantaneously I had this amazing urge to go running into the water. It was like a tremendous force pushing me toward it. I leaped up, kicked off my shoes and took a diving leap straight in. It was quite warm and there was something very sensuous about my wet clothes clinging to me ... I was becoming even more aroused than before. I looked back at Melody sitting on the edge and immediately knew that I had to have her.
"Melody," I called.
"Yes, Joan?"
"Come on in ... the water is super ... don't even bother taking your clothes off," I said.
I didn't want her to take them off because I wanted to take them off of her myself. I watched her languorous movements toward the water and I felt like I was watching a slow-motion film.
"Come on," I called out impatiently, "hurry up!"
My entire body was on fire ... I ached from a craving for her ... I was dying of thirst in the middle of a desert. Finally she was in the pool and was swimming to me. Her hair was all spread out upon the surface, forming a golden halo around her.
I reached out and took her hand and pulled her to me. I couldn't even pretend ... I didn't want to waste time making our touching look like an accident ... I had to have her there and then! Somewhere way off in the distance a part of me was completely shaken by my emotions ... thrown totally off base ... it wanted me to stop ... it was wondering what the hell I thought I was doing! I didn't care ... I was deaf to its cries.
I pressed her face to mine and began to search her mouth with my tongue. Her lips were soft and pliant to my probing tongue. I ripped her clothes off with no regard to whether I was tearing them or not. Then I bent down and began to suck on her budding breasts. Her nipples turned to two tiny pebbles which I took between my teeth and nipped at.
Melody moaned and began to remove my clothes. Her small shaking hand searched until it found my breast and then began to massage it. My hands continued to travel all over her body while I nipped and sucked her tiny tits. Oh God, how I needed her ... her small compact body ... her firm little ass ... finally her smooth swollen pussy.
She too was searching frenziedly for my pussy. Her moans were becoming louder and louder as I plunged my fingers into her tight hole. Suddenly I felt her fingers in my pussy. A flame shot through me and I almost fell under the water. Faster and faster we finger-fucked each other ... impatient with lust ... driven by madness to send each other soaring higher and higher.
The water was sloshing in and out each time I rammed my fingers into her ... it was swirling around our bodies like silk ... our juices were flowing so much that it made the water slippery. Faster and faster ... deeper ... harder ... more intense ... again and again ... harder and harder ... our lustful cries blending together until we both came simultaneously.
I pulled her closer to me and separated her legs with my own. Then I began to slide her up and down my thigh ... rubbing my own clitoris along her thigh. Our slithery cunts pulsed and twitched against each other. Our pussies sucked on our legs. Our breasts teased each other's nipples as they grazed across each other. We pushed our bodies harder together ... our whimpers for each other's ears only. Her swollen pussy lips clutched at my thigh as if they would never let go.
We slid up and down ... faster and harder ... the water now jetting up into our faces... jetting up between our breasts ... making small tidal waves around us. We were burning up ... our fires were raging out of control. Fiercely I began to bite her lips and claw her ass. She grabbed my ass cheeks ... parted them ... plunged in her fingers and started to savagely fuck me. She moved her fingers against each other while ramming them in and out.
I knew I wasn't going to hold out much longer. My entire body was alive with electricity. I could feel the surging orgasm begin to tear its way through me. Then I exploded! Over and over again. Finally I was still.
She took my hand and pulled me back to the edge. She threw me onto the ground and spread my legs. The grass felt like plush velvet. She turned around and put her pussy in my face. Automatically my tongue searched for its quarry and found it. Her clitoris was hard and pulsing ... it jumped every time I touched it ... her creamy liquid smeared all over my face.
I plucked and nipped at her labia and slid my tongue down her slit to her sweet gasping hole. I plunged it in. She moaned and pressed her cunt against me. Then I felt her tongue circle around my clitoris ... slowly, ever so slowly she brought it up my rather long shaft to the very tip. Then she pushed her tongue down hard and proceeded to rub it back and forth.
I felt shooting pain and pleasure ... I felt like I was going out of my mind. I went back to her clitoris and began to bite it. I shoved my finger in her ass and my thumb in her pussy. Faster and faster I fucked her. Faster and faster I bit her, making her groan, making her vibrate from head to toe, making her juices pour from her sweet love hole.
Melody crushed her tongue harder and harder on my clitoris ... it felt like she was trying to push it inside of me. More and more rapidly she moved it, pulling and plucking at my swollen pussy lips. Together we drove each other's bodies into oblivion ... into eternity where there was no return ticket. Then we felt the roar as it emerged from us. An earthquake shook through us. But Melody wasn't through.
"Joan, fuck me with your clitoris ... please fuck me," she whispered.
So I turned her around and let her straddle me. Then she slipped her tiny glistening wet cunt onto my clitoris. It was no longer than three inches but she seemed to think it was just fine. She wriggled her tiny hips back and forth, moving my clitoris around and around in her vagina. She began to move faster and more furiously, her frothy liquid slipping down my cunt to the ground.
The more she moved the higher I went... my clitoris was going wild. It didn't take very long for both of us to reach an orgasm. As we were going over I looked into her radiant face and knew that I loved her. At last she lay still ... completely spent by our passionate balling.
We got up and got dressed and slowly walked back to the house. Suddenly Melody stopped and looked up at me. "I like you ... I really hope you'll stay ... you probably won't, but I hope you do. Don't ever let anyone know I said that.... I just honestly want you to be my friend."
"Why, Melody," I started ... then stopped.... "Yes, Melody, I like you too. I'll try and be your friend and I'll try and stay. I'm aware that there is more than meets the eye going on here. But I'll try to stay and I will keep to myself anything you want to tell me."
Melody squeezed my hand to seal our bargain. I felt that I might have made a very foolish move by telling her that I knew there was more going on than was being openly talked about. I might have played into a trap. Then I felt angry with myself ... I was becoming downright paranoid ... the girl desperately needed a friend. I could supply that need ... I would!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Where to, Melody?"
"I suppose we ought to go to the schoolroom." She sounded withdrawn.
I was worried about whether she had sensed my reaction to my own statement ... I prayed that she hadn't.
"We don't have to, Melody, if you don't want to. I'm perfectly capable of teaching you outside of a classroom," I replied.
"It's not that, Joan... I'm supposed to take you ... I mean ... I like the schoolroom," she rushed on, "it's not really like a school-type schoolroom. It's got pillows and things and you'll really like it. Honest!"
She sounded so sincere that I wanted to cry. She obviously didn't want to go but, for some reason, felt she had to.
"All right, honey, but just for a little while ... it's such a beautiful day that I feel we ought to spend most of it outside." I wanted her to know that she wasn't obligated to do anything that made her feel uneasy ... at least not for me.
"That would be nice," she replied quietly.
We had arrived at the schoolroom. Melody hesitated for a second, then walked in. It truly did have pillows ... masses of them, as a matter of fact, and that was all it had. Melody reached up the wall and switched on the lights ... they were set on dimmers ... then she flicked another switch and the panels silently slid open in the walls. There were the books, boards to write on, paper, blackboard, everything a schoolroom needed and then some. It had a television for closed-circuit teaching programs, a mini-language lab, and many other very up-to-date modern conveniences for teaching.
"Do you like it?" Melody eagerly asked.
I nodded yes, still looking around and knowing that there were many teachers who would give their eye teeth for a setup like this one.
"I speak several languages," she went on, "and I'm already doing calculus and advanced chemistry.
"You're very proud of that," I gently stroked her hair, "and well you ought to be. I'm going to need some help from you ... help in knowing what you have and have not studied ... and I want you to tell me what you want to study, okay?"
"But I've got to study certain things so that I can get my degree," she protested.
"Granted, honey, but it all depends on what degree you're working for.... You're way past high school ... you're working on college level; probably junior year. I think you have plenty of time that you can afford to spend studying and exploring what you want to," I patiently explained.
"Are you sure?" she asked doubtfully.
"Yes, Melody, I'm sure. You need to expand your own interests ... not become just some kind of data machine to satisfy other people's desires and plans for you. You don't really need a teacher for academia ... you need a teacher for life ... someone to show you how to become an individual! That's what I'm going to do-I'm going to help you know yourself."
"But ... but," she looked worried and puzzled, "I have a set program for school... I must follow it!"
She seemed frightened by the prospect that I might "not follow this rigid program. "And so you shall, Melody," I said. "It doesn't stop us from going into other things ... right?"
"I suppose so," she wavered, "if you think we really can do it... I would love to!"
She looked joyous at the idea of actually becoming her own person. Now I knew what Yvonne had meant this morning. My heart went out to this child ... I pulled her to me and hugged her, gently rocking back and forth, then held her out at arm's length and looked her square in the face.
"Then it's settled. Now, you tell me what you're interested in.... I can get your other program from your parents ... later."
Her face was flushed with the excitement of going on her own. "I've always been interested in people. History has been my favorite subject ... but now I'd like to study people of today. And I like writing ... only I don't get much of a chance to write fun things ... and drawing ... painting ... I like those too."
"Haven't you had any training in the fine arts?" I asked.
"Oh yes, but mostly the technique and history of it... nothing on my ideas. I can do great copies of many of the masters and I write a terrific paper. I can even manage to get some flair into those," she grinned, "except how much flair can a chemical formula, or amoeba, or historical war have?... the latter having the best possibility."
"Yes, I can see what you mean," I laughed. "However, now you can open up to bigger and better things. Why don't we start out with you writing a short story for me."
"On what?"
"That's the whole point, Melody, you're supposed to write on anything that fascinates you. Maybe an experience ... or maybe just some imaginary situation," I explained.
"Can I do it on ... no. . ." she paused, "can I do it like a mystery story?"
"Anything that your little heart desires," I smiled.
"Oh goody!" Then she stopped, a stricken look crossed her face. "What time is it?"
I looked at my watch. "It's three o'clock ... why?"
"Well ...I...ah...I have to go downstairs for a while ... it might take some time ... I hope that you don't mind.... Besides ... my father wants to talk to you about my schedule. Please, let's still do this though ... I really want to."
"Of course we will ... I promised you and I don't break promises. I'll see you after your father has spoken to me."
"I didn't mean that you would break your promise," she declared. "I know that you wouldn't if you had any other choice." "I'm not sure that I understand that at all ... no one will force me...."
"I'll see you after Father talks to you," she mumbled and hurried out of the room.
I stood there alone, deeply distressed by some of the things that Melody had said. I felt like she lived in a world of rules and laws so rigid that she was terrified of anyone breaking them. What's more, I felt that she was more afraid for them than herself. I was becoming more and more perplexed as to how to handle the situation. I honestly wanted to help Melody, but, from all signs, it was going to be a bigger task than I could ever imagine. Her father seemed to be one of my biggest stumbling blocks. Just at that moment Rex walked into the room.
"Good afternoon, Joan," he stated. "I hope that you have had no trouble with Melody ... she can be rather a willful child when she wants."
"No, Rex, no trouble at all ... as a matter of fact, I don't find her willful at all ... rather the opposite."
"Just give her time, my dear, but if she does give you any trouble, just let me know ... I'll take care of it," he replied.
"Yes, of course," I said with a trace of sarcasm. "Melody told me that you would give me her studies schedule ... shall we discuss it now?"
"By all means," he said sweetly, "come sit down here beside me."
He patted one of the pillows. The last thing that I wanted to do was sit beside this man, but I had little choice in the matter ... there were some things that I had to give in on to be able to accomplish the more important things. I sat down next to him.
"We, my wife and I, believe that Melody should be as thoroughly prepared as is possible. We are going beyond the normal high-school education ... but then, if we had wanted her to have just a normal education, we would have sent her to a normal school."
"Yes, I noticed that," I retorted, trying to stay as far away from him as was possible.
"This year we would like her to become proficient in Arabic ... the lab has all that is needed ... calculus ... Twentieth Century history ... modern politics and government of Germany, Russia, England and America ... advance chemistry, biology, physics .. . and psychology. Of course, we want her to study English ... Seventeenth Century ... along with the masters of music and art then."
"Is this the way you have been teaching her? You re really not giving her a chance to learn how to be a person on her own. I mean, what does a child of sixteen need with all this information, facts and data. It's fine over a period of years ... but it shouldn't be the be-all and end-all at sixteen."
"We decide what should and shouldn't be for Melody and what is best for her," Rex coldly retorted.
"Yes, of course," I murmured, and made up my mind that she definitely would learn other things besides the ridiculous things that she was learning now. Somehow we would manage to squeeze them in between everything else.
"Come, Joan," he said, leaning towards me, "don't be so grim about it... believe me, Melody is a very bright child ... way above average ... and she bores easily if she doesn't have enough to do, or a challenge to meet."
Some challenge, I thought.
All of a sudden I found Rex's hand on my knee. I remembered what had happened at dinner last night and shivered ... an icy feeling creeping into me. Then he stopped and got up-I thought he was going to leave-but instead he went to the wall and flipped the last of the switches. Instantly I felt sheets of warm air swirling around me.
They came from all directions and seemed to all focus on me. In spite of myself, I was becoming extremely turned on. Rex stared down at me, he didn't move, just stared. His eyes were burning holes into me and leaving small fires waiting to be flamed into infernos.
It felt like the same thing that Kurt had done to me, only it was more subtle and yet more direct. Rex didn't try to undress me with his eyes ... he willed me to undress myself. I found myself complying to his wishes. I reached up and unzipped my blouse, slowly removed it, unbuttoned my skirt and removed it, hooked my fingers into the top of my bikini panties and ever so slowly slid them down my quivering legs.
The air was playing with my nipples ... brushing through my legs and teasing my clitoris ... swirling around my body and lulling me into a sensuous cocoon. I reached up and began to play with my nipples, rubbing them between my fingers, pinching them, pulling them, leaning down and trying to lick them with my tongue.
I felt the juices of my pussy begin to well up and push their way out of my tight hole and down my legs. I could feel the sticky lubricated sensation it produced. I felt my clitoris begin to engorge itself with my hot blood ... then start to throb. The air currents continued to waft across it in feather-light touches.
I sank back down into the pillows, oblivious of anything around me.... I wasn't even sure that there was anyone with me. I reached down with my hand and gradually rubbed it up and down my soaked slit. I formed a sandwich with my labia and one finger. The tip of my finger teased at my grasping hole, just barely touching it, then jerking away. The palm of my hand was rubbing over my clitoris, arousing it to a fever pitch.
I couldn't stand it anymore ... I took my finger and vigorously came down on the smooth tip of my pulsating nub of flesh. Back and forth I went ... over and over it. . . harder and harder .. . faster and faster ... until I could feel the waves of orgasm rise up and break over me.
I quickly jammed a finger into my cunt and began to move it in and out at a furious pace. In and out ... in and out ... harder and deeper ... abruptly I had my hand pushed away ... two large fingers shoved themselves into my tiny opening. .. then they began to wiggle and move against each other. I tried to open my eyes to see what was going on, but I couldn't ... I was in a semi-trance where I didn't feel like I belonged to me.
I tried to become frightened but I couldn't do that either ... it felt too good! I relaxed and rode the air waves wherever they carried me.... I moved my hips harder and harder on the fingers ... I wanted them all the way in me ... as deep as they could possibly go.... I wanted them to explore and feel my womb.
They did go further and further ... until I felt them force their way up into my virgin womb ... never before had anyone managed to get that deep. I let out a scream that seemed to come from very far away. I felt the rush of heat swarm through me ... again and again I felt the fingers charge through me ... again and again I felt the flashes of intense heat billow over me.
Then unexpectedly the fingers were removed, only to be replaced by an enormous cock. I could feel its every fold, vein and curve. I could feel its complete sculptured being pressing against my vagina walls. It forced them open ... like Moses parted the Red Sea ... and then let them close again when it came out. I moaned and rolled around.... I grabbed some hair with my fists and held on.... I swung my legs high into the air and pushed my hips to match the rhythm of the tool inside of me.
At last I could open my eyes. I looked straight into Rex's passionate face. He seemed to be glowing with an intense sexual aura. I was locked into him as he pummeled me time and time again. We rocked back and forth in a kind of strange battle, each trying to be the winner, neither really wanting to win.
He leaned over with his head and began to bite my nipples between his teeth and the warm air that still flowed over their wetness made me want to scream ... I moaned and cried instead! I begged him to bring me to the edge ... I begged him to push me over ...
"Harder," I shouted ... He kept doing what he had been doing ... kept being deliberate with every stroke.... But each time he went a little deeper than before.
Suddenly I thought I was going to be ripped in half ... he had gotten the tip of his enlarged rod into my womb, where his fingers had been shortly before, only he was going deeper ... he was thrusting the widest part of his penis up and into my womb. I had my mouth open but my scream was inaudible ... it was out of the hearing range of humans. He finally stopped halfway up his cock, then moved it around and around.
He was stretching the tiny hole to extents that I never thought it could go.... I felt almost as if I was in labor ... I was in labor ... I was going to give birth to a demon child ... our passion ... our lust would be the demon child. He moved more and more ... around and around ... the pain was in the world of the beyond ... his teeth still kept nipping and chewing my nipples and I continued to move my hips around and around to match his every stroke.
I wanted more ... I wanted it all ... I wanted all of him ... I wanted to engulf him ... swallow him up ... then slowly push him out ... let him slither and slide out of my womb, like a baby. Our bodies were soaked with our juices and sweat ... we glided and skated over each other. Swaying ... rocking ... shoving ... ramming ... deeper ... harder ... faster ... around ... and around ... back and forth ... back and forth .. around and around ... around and around ... until the stars came and the room lit up and the orgasm broke over us at the same time and I felt his semen tear through me and I felt my pussy ripple with ecstasy.
Rex stood up and reached for his clothes, and as he did so he announced that dinner would be in forty-five minutes.
"Yvonne will show you the way again tonight," he proclaimed. Then he turned and left the room.
I dazedly got up and dressed ... I knew that I wouldn't have a chance to talk with Melody before dinner ... and even if I did I wasn't sure that I could have. I wasn't even sure that I could find my way back to my room! I opened the door and stepped into the hall ... there stood Yvonne, patiently waiting for me. They thought of everything around here! When you're too smashed to find your way back there is always the faithful guide to lead you.
"I'm afraid you won't have time to speak to Miss Melody again," Yvonne quietly said.
"Yes, I know," I replied. "Damn him anyway! By the way, I know what you meant this morning about Melody. That girl is so controlled by her father and I suppose by her mother too ... that I couldn't believe it. It's going to take some work and some finagling around to break it, but I intend to do my damndest in trying!"
"I wish you the most sincere luck, Joan," Yvonne asserted.
"Thank you ... I'm going to need it!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Dinner was over and I was walking back to my own room. It was the first time that I had gone anywhere in this enormous house by myself and I was a little apprehensive that I might lose my way, but was determined to keep going until I found my sleeping quarters. As it turned out, there was nothing to fear because I had no trouble at all.
I walked in and flopped down on the bed, undoing the zipper of my dress as I went. I was thinking about tonight's dinner and dining room ... how completely opposite from last night's affair. There had been a few guests ... people that I had read about in the newspapers and magazines ... it was in a brightly lit room that had elegant furnishings, and the cuisine was suitable for any gourmet.
I stretched out and began to relax my slightly tense muscles when suddenly I heard a rustle from inside my dressing room. I quickly sat up and pulled my dress around my breasts.
"Who's there?" I called out. I was hoping maybe it was Melody ... I hadn't had a chance to talk to her at all since this afternoon.
"It is I, Madame, Kurt.... I was waiting for you to return from the dinner party."
I froze. I wanted to tell him to get out ... that he had no right in my room ... that I was going to call for Yvonne or even Mr. Lanigan ... but I couldn't do any of that.
Instead, I softly asked, "What do you want?"
"I want you to come with me!" he demanded.
I found myself rising to follow him in spite of my reticence. I disliked the effect he had on me ... making me feel that I had no will of my own.
"Where are we going?" I asked while struggling to get halfway dressed.
"You'll see ... you'll even like it," he mysteriously replied.
"How do you ..." I started.
"Don't ask so many questions," he abruptly interrupted. "Questions get people into trouble.... You wouldn't like that, now, would you," he leered.
I silently shook my head no. I also didn't ask any more questions. I didn't think anything. I just numbly followed him. I wasn't looking at the passageways ... I was watching his strong lean back stalking down the hall. I was a bit frightened ... but then told myself that every time I became frightened things actually turned out all right ... albeit a little strange. It was just the newness and the odd overtones of the house that kept me so keyed up. I figured that if I relaxed I could probably accomplish a lot more than I was doing now.
Eventually we stopped in front of a door. Kurt reached up and pressed the side of it and it quietly slid open. When we had entered he pressed another part of the door and it glided back into place, then he reached high up and pushed a button ... a faint clicking sound was heard.
"Now no one can disturb us," he said.
I knew that he had locked us into the room... my feeling of fright was beginning to well up in me again ... I pushed it down and looked around the room. It was large and bare except for a very thick plush rug and revolving candles on the wall. I walked over to them to see if they were real ... they were. They revolved so slowly that the flame was not at all disturbed by the movement. I watched in fascination as they went around and around.
Then I looked over at Kurt ... he was madly pacing up and down the floor, a look of extreme concentration covering his face. I shivered, wondering what he had in mind that could make him look that ... wondering if the pacing was because of me or for my benefit, just to impress me. If it was, I was impressed, but not exactly in the way that I think he would have wanted.
I wanted to tell him to stop, but as usual with him, I couldn't utter a word. I stood and watched him as he went up and down ... back and forth ... he was almost making me dizzy.... Then suddenly I felt the energy begin to exude from him. I thought that he had had enough before, but it was nothing compared to what was coming from him now! He was creating actual channels ... I found myself drawn to these channels and I began to walk in them behind him.
Without a word he abruptly stopped, swirled around and grabbed me! My knees unexpectedly left me and I almost fell to the floor ... I would have if Kurt had not been holding on to me. He leaned over and fiercely kissed me ... crushing my body to his .... forcing my lips open and pressing his tongue into my mouth.
I began to struggle to get out of his smothering grasp, but I was no match for his strength. I tried to twist my head away from his so that I could get a little air, but again it was to no avail. I decided that the best method would be to go very limp, with no warning at all. As soon as I did he let go and I fell back onto the rug with a thud, and just lay there trying to catch my breath.
"It's not that I didn't enjoy the kiss, Kurt," I shakily tried to explain. "It's that you were smothering me and I couldn't breathe. Only being human ... I need air to survive."
He didn't say a word to that, just walked off to the far wall. I thought that he was angry and was going to leave ... I really didn't want him to go ... I wanted to see if he was as good as his aura indicated.
"Kurt, I didn't mean to offend you ..." I began. He turned around from the wall with a bottle of amber-looking liquid in it. His face was hard like a granite parapet. He strode back over to me ... uncorked the bottle ... put it aside ... grabbed my dress ... ripped it from my body ... then poured the liquid out drop by drop. I instinctively jumped at the first drop, but it didn't sting, burn or smell bad. Gradually I felt an indescribable glow seep into my body. I felt my passions begin to burn and smolder ... I felt my body turn into a cat's ... long and sensuous ... slinky and erotic.
I didn't know exactly what was in the oil, but I knew that it had to be some kind of aphrodisiac. I stretched my arms up and spread my legs, wiggled out of the rest of my decimated dress and purred contentedly. Kurt took the magic contents of the magic bottle and continued to pour it drop by drop over the rest of my aching body. He was going torturously slow ... deliberately slow ... until finally he reached my painfully throbbing pussy.
Here he did not pour the liquid directly but instead poured some of it into his hand, then rubbed ft onto my beautiful mound. I moaned passionately and pressed my hips up against his teasing hand. His hand was strong but it had a delicate touch ... a rough touch... a teasing touch ... a passionate touch ... an erotic-sensuous touch. His hands could do anything that he wanted them to do. A current of energy constantly flowed from them. He was playing my body like a fender piano ... pressing a button here, a switch there.
He made my moans go up and down and sing songs. He was now rubbing the oil into my skin ... making sure that not a drop was left in its original form. Soon my whole being was glistening in the candlelight. He sat back on his haunches to admire his handiwork, then stood up and began to undress. I moved back and forth ... feeling the rug caress my skin ... feeling the oil rage through me ... feeling my love juices start to gush from my cunt hole.
Completely naked, Kurt knelt down and pulled my hips up to his mouth. He began to blow on my pussy ... around my clitoris ... around my hole ... between my lips ... down my crack to my asshole ... and back up again. I grabbed the rug and began to claw it. I felt my pussy beg to be kissed, touched, sucked, anything for solid contact.
"Kurt... please ... Kurt, suck me," I moaned.
"All in good time," he replied.
His electric hands were massaging my hips ... pressing their long fingers against my pelvic bones and across my stomach. At last he took my clitoris into his mouth and started to suck on it. He slowly pulled it up with his mouth and then pressed it back again; his tongue rolled around the tip of it; his chin slid along my wet, swollen slit and around the top of my hole.
He hoisted my legs up around his neck and continued to suck on my pussy, but his hands were now free to roam around my throbbing, fiery body. They traveled up and down the length of me ... over my breasts ... across my nipples ...
along the sides... tinder my arms, which I discovered were very sensitive spots ... up my arms and back again ... down to my hands, which tried to grab him as he went by ... down under my back ... along my spine ... finally to my ass.
I was going crazy ... I wanted to touch him ... I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth ... or his body under my fingers ... I wanted to fuck him. The fire in me was surging higher and higher ... I felt like I was going to explode ... my juice was soaking my ass as it streamed its way down.
Then I felt his finger slip into my well-lubricated asshole. It went all the way in, then lay still for a moment. Finally he began to move it in and out ... slowly, ever so slowly ... in and out ...
around and around ... his mouth was doing amazing things to my clitoris ... his tongue was playing at its will with my nerves.
I tried to reach up and grab him but he wasn't having any ... he wouldn't let me touch him ... he had to touch me. Suddenly he started to go faster and faster ... every movement syncopated with the others .. . Deeper he shoved his finger in my ass ... harder he sucked on my pussy . .. faster he slapped his tongue against my clitoris ... more and more until I did explode ... great rushes of creamy white liquid poured from my pussy ... great tremors of ecstasy billowed through me.
I was bound and determined to touch him this time, so I quickly rolled over and grabbed his cock ... sank my mouth over it and began to furiously suck on it. His cock was totally smooth ... no dips ... curves ... folds ... he had never been circumcised.... I had never had a man who wasn't. I swallowed his long thin tool all the way down my throat and then slowly pushed it inch by inch out again. I was going to be as slow and deliberate with him as he had been with me ... if I could.
I reached up with my hands and pinched his nipples with my fingers.... I pulled at the base of his cock with my lips and tried to get his balls in my mouth at the same time. Finally they popped one by one into my hungry orifice. I rolled my tongue around them, pushing them from side to side, still mouthing the base of his cock, still milking the tip of his cock with my throat.
I felt his lean body tense with the pleasure I was giving.... I heard a long low moan come from him ... it spurred me on. Faster and faster I went... sucking and licking ... milking and massaging him. I wanted to feel the jet stream of his sperm shoot down my waiting throat. ... I wanted to feel the orgiastic spasms of his penis in my mouth. I reached underneath his balls with my finger and languidly caressed the smooth space. He shaved there ... or didn't have any hair ... and it felt fantastic.... I had a sudden desire to lick the smooth place, to press my tongue against it. I let go of his cock and slipped further down so that I could reach it better ... then I let my tongue harden and glide up and down his tube. Immediately his cock jumped and twitched on his stomach. ... I stopped and it stopped ... I started again and his cock started again.
Kurt raised his legs and put them on my back. With his feet be began to gently press down on my back and rock me on the rug. I felt my clitoris being chafed by the rug ... I felt it swell and become hard ... I felt it begin to pulse just as his swollen rod was pulsing. I moved my tongue swiftly along the highly sensitive spot ... harder and harder ... faster and faster. ... He grabbed his dancing tool in his hand and began to vigorously rub it up and down.
I felt the familiar feeling well up in me again ... suddenly I felt it well up in Kurt too.... I could feel his semen begin to rush to the tip of his cock. I jerked it out of his hand and thrust it down my throat... quickly sucked the balls back up into my mouth and continued to rub his tube with my finger.
His feet were grinding my body into the floor ... they were rocking me faster and faster ... then I felt it... felt the burst of his semen shoot down into my waiting throat. I nearly choked as it burst forward time and time again. He didn't wait for a moment. He grabbed my arm and dragged me up to him, thrust me onto his still-jerking cock and ground his cock deep inside of me. I let out a yelp of surprise.
"Kurt ... oh, my God ... Kurt," I gasped. "Oh yes, please make it go deeper ... please let me feel all of it ... oh, God, that feels good ... oh, fuck me ... fuck me to infinity!"
He grunted and moved harder against me. He had me by the waist and was lifting me up and down with his arms. He was like a madman ... a machine ... a never-ending machine ... up and down ... up and down ... faster and faster ... until I was numb. Until I could no longer feel anything. I was floating in a sea of honey-dew liquid ... The oil made me hot, then drowsy, then hot again. The room blurred, then swirled out of focus, then came back in again.
His long smooth tool drilled deeper into me with each stroke ... drilled for the precious liquid it knew was there. His own moans were beginning to drown out mine.... I wasn't even sure that I was moaning or making any sound at all! I just felt myself going up and down ... up and down ... lifted and thrusted ... lifted and thrusted ... faster and faster ... so fast that I couldn't keep up with it.... I didn't want it to end ... I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted to feel the waves and the ocean crash over me again and again.
The candles were flickering now ... flickering in a hypnotic manner and I felt myself slowly sink into a trance-like state ... slowly ... slowly ... down ... down ... down into the very depths of hell ... into its raging roaring fires ... into its engulfing, all-consuming heat! I was no longer me ... I was the angel Gabriel come to tell Mary of the birth of Jesus in her body ... I was a saint being tempted and trapped by the devil - I was Mary Magdalene wanting Jesus ... loving Jesus ... tempting Jesus into sin with me ... into pleasure with me ... into bed with me.
I was all these ... I was no longer me ... then I was flying ... I had wings ... I was playing with the ocean sprays that were shooting up to me. I felt them inside of me... I felt them outside of me ... I felt them all around me!
I vaguely remember being turned over by large beings. I was lying face down when I felt an ungodly sharp pain sear through me. Up and up and up it climbed ... until it could go no further. I came and went ... I was conscious, then unconscious ... I couldn't remember who I was ... I couldn't remember where I was ... I was wandering down long dimly lit corridors and strange, eerie, unearthly sounds were coming from behind the walls.
I oozed and slithered along the sticky passageway ... I slipped and slid ... skidded and glided along. The rod would push me from here to there ... the rod would keep me going ... the electricity would not fail ... the walls would vibrate the ground into movement... I would keep on going ... going ... going ... faster ... faster ... faster ... harder ... harder ... harder ... until the room suddenly lit up ... the walls lit up ... I lit up ... the hall lit up ... sparks were flying around ... and around.... I shuddered and gasped and lay very still.
CHAPTER SIX
I woke up the next morning feeling slightly disoriented. Only this time it wasn't because I didn't remember where I was ... it was because there was a violent throbbing in my head, like I had a hangover or something. I lay very still and tried to remember what had happened to me after I came to my room. At first I got absolutely nowhere! That old, and by now very familiar sensation began to raise its ugly head.... Fear! I was getting sick and tired with myself over my idiotic reactions to each and every little thing.
I knew it wasn't like me to look on new experiences with total dread ... but now it was becoming a daily habit. It had started all the way back when Kurt had brought me home from the airport.
"Kurt!" I cried out ... then quickly looked around to see if anyone was there or could have heard me.
It had something to do with Kurt, I thought. Maybe the whole thing has something to do with him, I continued. He's the one who met me at the airport... he's the first contact I had with this whole affair ... and up until then I had been fine. I was even looking forward to it. I wonder if he just has an energy that makes people afraid ... besides totally helpless ... and completely under his control.
None of that rang right ... otherwise why would Melody be so absolutely cowardly?... Obviously he wouldn't have two hills of beans worth of control over her. Nor did it make any sense that he would have control over Yvonne ... although that made more sense than Melody.
Speaking of Yvonne ... I wonder why she isn't here? I said to myself, glancing over at the clock. Eight-thirty ... she should be here by now. An unexpected thought came to me, What if I am all alone in the house?
"So what if you were," I chided myself, "at least then you could explore the place and try and find out what it is about it that has you sitting on pins and needles."
I carefully got up ... carefully because my head was still pounding ... and tentatively started for the door. I got about two steps when Yvonne came in.
"Good morning, Joan," she said. "You slept late this morning."
"I hope I didn't oversleep," I said, suddenly feeling very guilty.
"Oh no, no one else is up either ... except us and the other servants. Besides, there's some kind of big to-do going on tonight for which everyone is getting plenty of sleep."
"Maybe I ought to go back to bed," I dryly observed. "I kind of had a big night last night ... what's more, I can't seem to remember it. You wouldn't happen to know what I did after I came upstairs from dinner, would you?"
"Well... I did see you go into the candle room with Kurt ... and then later I saw him carry you out in his arms and put you back to bed. I came in to check on you and cover you up, since it was a little chilly last night."
"Thank you, honey, sometimes I wonder if you ever sleep," I mused. "By the way, did I say anything ... did I look all right ... or was I just a limp dish rag?"
"You ... ah ... well, you ... you ..." she stammered.
"Come on, you can tell me ... I really want to know ... because J can't seem to recall a thing!" I reassured her.
"Well ... you thought you were Mary Magdalene and ... and you were balling Jesus. . . ."
"Boy! I was out of it, wasn't I," I exclaimed.
"I'm not really surprised," she replied. "I saw the oil all over you and knew that you were under its influence. You see, it is an aphrodisiac plus a semi-hallucinogen. So you thinking what you did is not really out of the ordinary."
"It is for me, Yvonne," I said. "I'm the most unreligious person you'll ever hope to meet ... I gave it up a long time ago."
"Maybe that's why you thought you were balling Christ. Maybe you have always thought that what they say in the bible is a little unreal for human nature."
"That's highly possible," I observed, "even very likely. Also ... maybe this house has something to do with it. Speaking of which ... I wanted to ask you why the other girls left so suddenly. I would think that they would have at least stayed for Melody's sake if nothing else."
"I must give them credit... they did try to stay because of her ... but they had neither your guts or will or pure stubbornness. Besides, Melody didn't really like them. You ... on the other hand ... she adores ... which is making her parents a little nervous." Yvonne stopped suddenly, looked around her and then became very busy with making up my bed.
"Why did you stop? No one is around ... no one can hear you."
"That's not necessarily true," she murmured.
"I promise that no one will punish you if they did hear ... I'll say I made you ... but I've got to know what I'm up against... or else I'll never be able to really help Melody."
"I'm sorry, Joan, but I've said much too much already and you wouldn't really be able to help me if I got caught."
"Why don't you quit ... if it is this way.... You're a good girl ... a good maid ... I would even suspect quite intelligent, so you wouldn't have to be a maid! No one should work under threat... or in total fear of their employers."
"Just leave it at the fact that I can't quit," she replied.
"Listen ... tell me one thing ... then I'll leave you alone about it ... and don't hide the truth. How much education have you had?" I asked seriously.
"More than my position calls for ... beyond that or more than that I cannot say," she politely answered.
"Can not ... dare not ... or has been ordered not to," I wryly commented. "All right, I promised I would leave you alone about it and I will ... but I sure hope you know what you are doing, cause it doesn't look that way to me."
She stood there for a few minutes as if torn between telling me the whole story or not... apparently she decided not to risk it now ... maybe eventually she would, but she wasn't sure enough of me yet to be able to risk that chance.
Instead she only said, "Your breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." Then she turned and left the room.
I decided I might as well get dressed. I wasn't even sure that I would get to see Melody today. The way Yvonne was talking, nobody was going to be very available today. While I was getting dressed I was determined to see Mrs. Lanigan and discuss my reaction to the house ... also, I wanted to find out the reasons for the other women leaving. In the letter that was sent me I was given the impression that they had left of their own free will. At least they weren't fired.
I knew that I would have to be very careful with my questions ... not ask anyone but Melody ... Yvonne ... and maybe Kurt ... although that one I wasn't too sure about. And if I asked any of the Lanigans I would have to pose the question in such a way as to make it sound like I was on their side ... whatever that might be.
So I thought that I was Mary Magdalene last night, I mused to myself, that's very interesting ... what's even more interesting is Yvonne's conclusions as to why I thought I was ... because that is exactly why I left the church. But that was in my resume ... did Kurt know that I had no religious belief and implanted the thought when I was delirious? That could be it ... a most intriguing problem.
Well, now I didn't have to wonder what I did last night ... Yvonne nicely solved that. I really did wonder when that poor girl found time to sleep ... maybe she didn't... maybe she just pretended that she did so that other people wouldn't get uptight and think her an alien.
I was ready for breakfast so I wandered off in the direction of my morning room. There again I found a delightful repast and readily gorged myself ... not knowing how much energy I was going to need today. The way things had been going lately, it was going to be a lot, especially with the way my head felt. It was still pounding to beat all hell!
After I finished my life-restoring meal I went off in search of the ever-elusive Carlotta Lanigan. I wandered through miles and miles of corridors ... you would think that if you travel over that much ground in a house that you would have to eventually see a person ... at least one. No way ... not in that house ... I had walked for almost a half hour and not run across one living soul ... not even an animal. I had seen a lot of pictures of ancestors and pictures done by famous masters ... the house had a small fortune in it in two halls alone ... and an abundance of religious pictures ... again, all done by masters.
I kept walking, turning here and there, listening for some faint glimmer of human sound. I refused to let myself get freaky behind this. I abjectly refused to let one single thought of weird-ness tiptoe across my mind's plateau ... surprisingly enough, I was pretty successful with my desires.
I wondered why anyone with as much money as the Lanigans would have as much trouble with their household as they obviously did. I realized that they were a large part of the problem ... but after all, there must be some sort of compensation that they could give rather than fear. Yvonne was not staying for her health ... exactly ... or at least not because the money was so good or they were so kind that she would put up with anything else.
Finally I came upon an open door that didn't seem to be just another hallway. I went inside and found myself surrounded on all sides by mirrors. The room appeared to be endless ... a never-ending amount of open space. I figured it was a very good thing that I didn't have a fear of open space because a lot of the rooms were huge places with no furniture ... or none that was apparent to the naked eye. There were always wall furnishings of some sort, but rarely solid furniture. At least not in any of the rooms that I had been in ... most of the rooms that I had been in. My own room, of course, had plenty of furniture.
Suddenly I was feeling very tired. Maybe my head was in worse shape than I had thought it was. I had an indescribable urge to He down and go to sleep. I tried to keep my eyes open but they kept crossing on me. I had read something once a long time ago about a sensation that was described as plaining ... it sounded very much like what I was doing right now. It wasn't because the person was really sleepy or anything. It was more that they were drifting into other dimensions.
I had never done this before but I was beginning not to be surprised by anything that happened to me. I had to He down though ... there was no two ways about it! If I continued to stand up, or worse yet, tried to walk ... foolish girl... I would end up on the floor or smashed into a wall. So rather than fall ungracefully, I decided to sit very purposefully, as if that was what I always did. From there I could slip down into a horizontal position with complete ease. No one the wiser of my pitiful condition.
The mirrors began to swirl around my head.... I almost caught myself ducking so as not to be hit by one of them swooping by me. Then the lights broke up into tiny little pieces and bounced off the mirrors ... zinged by me like shrapnel... and melted into the other side. I started to see strange bent shapes float out of the mirrors and come towards me, but then I realized that they were images of me and I was only imagining them coming towards me.
I finally couldn't take it anymore and closed my eyes. I was hoping that this would help ... it did to a small extent ... a very small extent! Unfortunately, most of the swirling and whirling remained inside my head and behind my eyes. For once in my life I prayed for unconsciousness. The gods must have taken pity on me because, after a particularly close scrape with a phantom figure, I passed out!
CHAPTER SEVEN
When I came to I amazingly found myself in , the same spot in which I had passed out-no little gnomes had come and carted me away somewhere into the deep dark regions of nether hell. Simultaneously, upon realizing this astounding fact, I heard IT! Music! Completely and totally out of my sphere of knowledge of music ... it played around me ... under me ... and through me..,. Literally!
I looked into the mirrors, not knowing what was going to happen but being damn sure that something teas going to happen. Sure enough, the mirrors started to go murky on me. I thought, Maybe I had better pass out again. But before I had the chance, the mirrors cleared up. Only now I could see through them. Of course I had heard of two-way mirrors before ... what I hadn't heard about or seen was the type of people I was now observing on the other side of me.
There was a medium-size group of people all totally nude ... that was fine ... that I could deal with rationally ... they were obviously having an orgy of some sort ... that I could deal with. It was how they looked that entirely threw me for a loop.
They had to be the most ungodly beautiful people that I had ever had the privilege of seeing. Also, they all had some kind of outstanding feature relating to a sexual part of themselves. One girl had huge swollen labia that looked as if they would engulf anything that came near them and keep it. Another had a clitoris that I just knew could fuck as well as any man's cock.
I looked away just to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating this scene ... I wasn't... they were still there when I looked back. So I decided to go on with my inventory of people. There was a beautiful man with a long thin cock ... much like Kurt's ... only he also had the nicest soft round breasts that I had seen in a long time.
A second man came into my field of vision ... he looked almost normal, but he wasn't ... at closer inspection I found that he was a true hermaphrodite. He had breasts, a penis, labia, a cunt hole, and tiny little balls up around the base of his cock.
There were several others equally as unique ... equally as beautiful ... equally as active. My interest had been thoroughly aroused by this fascinating group. I figured I had nothing else better to do, so I would watch them play their love games.
They had apparently just begun and I was now watching a complicated ritual dance. Their bodies were weaving and entwining around each other's ... not making any contact, but pointing out in pantomime their special attributes to each other. They went around and around in a slow sensuous rhythm ... building their desires ... building their passions ... building their energies. Slowly the dance became more erotic ... more frenetic ... more pointed ... until they finally started to pair off with each other.
They started off with twos ... the man with the breasts and the girl with the cock-clitoris were together. The hermaphrodite and the girl with the labia were together. I focused my attention on these four ... they being the most interesting and exquisite-looking. I leaned back and hiked up my skirt, slipped off my panties, unbuttoned my blouse and spread my legs.
She pulled him down onto the floor and began to caress his soft round breasts ... squeezing them up in the palm of her hand ... rolling them around and around. She spread her fingers and captured his nipples between her fingers ... then she pinched the nipples while still massaging his breasts. She pulled the nipples up ... pushed them down ... and rolled them around. She squeezed them between her fingers ... she squeezed his breasts in her hand ... she squeezed his desires into a flaming fever.
She turned around so that she was straddling his face ... then she lowered her juicy pussy onto it. Her labia automatically spread wide open ... their fat flesh spreading across his mouth and swallowing it up. She slowly began to rotate her hips ... allowing her pussy lips to embrace all his features. They were so wet and slippery that they glided smoothly along.
Every plane and crevice of his countenance was touching the inside of her sensitive flesh. Her thin body shuddered and heaved with her growing ardor. Her juices flowed down his neck and formed little liquid pools by his shoulders ... he gently began to move his lips against her puffy flesh ... then he finally touched his tongue to the burning slit. Her pussy lips jumped convulsively, then spread back out again.
She moved her rock-hard nipples along his smooth stomach and down to his stiff shaft. She gradually nibbled her way from the tip of his cock down to the base of it. She milked and sucked it ... she delicately scraped her teeth along the swollen rod ... she sucked at his balls ... sucked ... sucked ... and sucked until she got them, with his cock, in her mouth.
She took her tongue and placed one ball in one cheek and the other ball in the other cheek ... then she moved her mouth up and down ... stretching the balls up and down too. Her tongue flicked over their smooth surfaces and up and down the long shaft ... then across his tip. His marvelous tool jumped and pulsed with each stroke she delivered to it.
His tongue slipped and slid up and down her delightfully wet slit ... encouraging it ... egging it on ... urging it along the road of fire. He quickly brushed past her clitoris ... just to tease it ...to play with it. It grew larger and unwrinkled ... the tip pulsed ... and grew hot ... her hole made sucking sounds each time he passed over it.
He reached up with his hands and gripped her ass .. . the flesh easily yielded to his manipulative fingers. He clutched it and stroked it ...he rolled it around and beat it ...he moved her faster and faster back and forth. His tongue was now beating furiously against her aching clitoris ... driving her further and further to the brink of orgasm.
Her ass was being moved around ... her clitoris was being tongue-beaten .. . her labia were being tortured by his mouth ... she was going higher and higher ... she was beginning to gasp for air ... the heat rising from their bodies was overwhelming her. She jammed her mouth harder and harder onto his penis ... she slapped her tongue back and forth across his balls ... she clamped her teeth onto the base of his rod then sucked it with her throat. Faster and faster ... harder and harder ... again ... again ... and again ... until the sweet liquid began to spurt forth from his quivering tool.
He started to let himself go over ... he grabbed her clitoris between his teeth and viciously chewed on it ... letting his tongue run wild up and down her slit ...his lips sucking and blowing her labia in and out of his mouth ... faster and faster ... harder and harder ... again ... again ... and again .. . until she finally spasmed and shook, and her creamy liquid oozed faster from her inviting hole.
He pushed her cunt away from his face and quickly rammed his hard shaft inside of the grasping hole. She leaned back on top of him ... her ass rubbing his stomach while his cock shoved and pushed its way inside of her. He reached up with one hand and played with her tiny breasts ... With the other hand he slowly began to rub over her still-twitching clitoris.
Her cunt was surprisingly small for such large labia ... it was tight and hot ... the muscles rippled up and down the length of his probing penis ... the opening to her womb nibbled at the tip of his spear. When he pulled out of her cunt her labia continued to fuck his engorged member by wrapping themselves tightly around it... forming a much-lengthened hole.
His throbbing, drilling device was reaching halfway up her entire body. He would drive it in until it would seem that it was going to come out of her throat ... then he would slowly draw his cock out ... her sticky liquid still clinging to his rod. She ground and shoved her cunt as hard and fast as she could ... driving his cock deeper and deeper ... driving it into the 'gold pocket' of her body ... driving ... driving ... driving ... diving ... diving ... diving ... digging ... digging ... digging for the gold of her being ... drilling for the sweet ecstasy that only could he brought by the constant probing.
His semen began its long ripping journey up his tube ... his body began to shudder and spasm from the orgasm. Her cunt began to close convulsively ... her stomach muscles began to undulate in rolling spasms. . .. Their soundless screams tore through the etheric veil as their bodies heaved and jerked about on the floor. His semen shot from his marble scepter ... split up through her vein of precious ore ... and claimed it!
They lay still for a moment and looked around them ... then they started towards another couple who had also just finished....
He pulled her down to the floor and began to caress her soft brown breasts ... she began to caress his soft brown breasts ... squeezing them up in the palm of his hand ... squeezing them up in the palm of her hand ... rolling them around and around. She reached down, searching for his cunt hole. He reached down, searching for her cock ... slipped her finger in ... closed his hand around it and began to finger-fuck him.... He began to jerk her off.
Their beautiful long lean bodies entangled themselves together ... their long flowing hair spread out in a fan tail effect on the floor ... their exquisite faces remained absolutely impassive. Their mouths came closer ... closer ... closer to each other ...to the point that they sealed in an embrace. Their extended curvaceous tongues grazed ... struck ... and then molested each other.
Their fingers ... hands ... fucked and jerked ... faster ... faster ... touching ... moving ... driving each other to the brink of madness. Their bodies ... breasts ... cunts ... cocks ... jerked convulsively against each other. In a swift movement she rolled on top of him and then rammed her cock into his cunt. She grabbed his cock in her hand and started to stroke it. She dallied her fingers around the swollen tip ... underneath the fold and down the dilated shaft.
She shoved and pushed her cock in and out of his silky pussy. His legs wrapped themselves around her waist ... then he reached down between their bodies and found her wet lugubrious vagina ...he rapidly rammed two fingers into her tight orifice. He wiggled his fingers against each other ... moved his hips down harder onto her cock ... she wiggled sharply up and down on his fingers ... forcing her penis-clitoris into him deeper and deeper ... jerking his rod faster and faster in her hand.
Within moments their fiery flame-shaped bodies brought them to the peak of ecstasy ... brought them to the point of combustion ... brought them to the point of complete consumption. Their liberated bodies ... free from roles ... free from society ... being both and all things at once ... knowing all things at once ... were burning, raging, dancing the dance of lust. They were rising they were rolling ... they were swirling and whirling around on the floor. They were on their knees ... they were on their hacks ... sides ... standing ... sitting ... bouncing ... faster and faster ... until they were merged!
His semen burst from his lance like a creamy white missile ... her semen jettisoned into his cunt like a rocket at blast-off time ... his sticky fluid flowed from his pussy down into the crack of his ass ... her sweet love juices poured down over his fingers ... between his legs ... and merged with his juices.
He leaped up ... pulling her up with him ... turned her around with her ass towards his front. Then he pushed his rod against her crack and began to glide it up and down. He reached around and took her still hard and throbbing cock-clitoris in his hand and plucked and pulled at it. Suddenly he propelled his quivering lance into her tight, puckered asshole.
Her body went rigid ... trembled ... and plunged over in half. She grabbed her ankles and held on to them... he continued to pull and stroke her cock . . .to fuck her ass . . .to rend her being. She remained immobile in her angular position ... a statue ... a piece of pure white marble.
He was a mass of motion ... of action ... of frenzy .. .his hair flying about.. .his body jerking and shaking ... grinding and shoving ... his limbs all askew ... his face impassive ... blank ... nothing. The flame in his body leaping higher and higher ...his face a granite wall ...his body the epitome of emotion ... his face the totalness of cold. He moved harder ... faster ... deeper ... more ... more ... and more! Streams of liquid pouring ... shooting ... spurting from all directions from their orgasms ... orgasms of all people ...of both sexes ...of TOTAL!
They stood still for a moment and looked around them ... then they started towards another couple who had also just finished....
They met halfway ... reached out ... touched each other ... and melted against each other. She reached for her pussy lips ... he slipped a finger inside of his cunt ... she grasped her cock . ..he grabbed his cock ... they pressed their beautifully shaped breasts into each other. Their free hands roamed over their skin ... touching the satin surfaces lightly ... delicately ... all around ... over their asses ... down their backs ... up their sides ... across their passionless faces.
He reached over and touched her face ... she reached over and stroked his face ... he stretched out to her hair ... she extended out to his hair ... they pulled themselves close to each other. They stood swaying together ... one being ... the heat rising between them ... the heat beginning to burn them ... the heat forcing them to move.
They thrust each other violently away! They stood and stared at each other ... their rapture growing more intense ... their fervor starting to pulsate ... their lust flaring to fury. Their bodies vibrated faster and faster until they were again compelled towards each other. He impaled his shaft deep into his panting orifice ... she jabbed her cock into her encompassing pussy ... they groaned with their bodies.
Slowly ... deliberately ... with the time of the eons passed ... they moved ... in and out. ..up and down ... in and out... up and down ... his bulging penis slipping, sliding, oozing inside his velvet cunt. Her swollen prod inching, slithering, gliding inside her engorged hole. The time of eons building ... the time of centuries growing ... growing ... growing ... suddenly light shot through them ... they moved as if they had become the speed.
Effortlessly they slipped from their partners ... skimmed around each other ... then floated into different partners' arms. He fondled her large, soft, wet pussy lips ... she caressed his still-dripping cunt. The warm, viscous fluid spread smoothly over their fingers. He stroked her stiff-cock while running a finger up and down her crack ... she petted his sop, firm breasts ... enticing his nipples to new heights of hardness.
He sank to his knees and clutched her hips ... his mouth closed hungrily over her hanging labia ... his tongue began to explore her deep-set slit. She spread her legs ... took his head and pressed it harder against her mound. She carefully moved her foot so that her toe could reach his cunt. Suddenly she stuffed her big toe into his slippery hole. His cock jumped up ... instantly becoming hard ... and brushed against her ankle.
She turned him around and began to rub his ass cheeks against her swollen cock. She reached around with her hands and massaged his seductive tits ... pressing her own into his back. She moved her cock lewdly up and down his crack ... coaxing him further and further into an animal passion. Abruptly she rammed her cock into his tiny puckered asshole ... his tight-skinned cock leaped up to his stomach, then remained hard and bouncing in mid-air.
He sucked her lips faster and faster ... his tongue teasing and playing with her clitoris. He took his finger and leisurely ran it up and down from her drenched pussy hole and her asshole. She rolled her hips around on his mouth and face, faster and faster ... forcing his teeth to scrape along the inside of her extremely sensitive flesh. Then, with no warning he slammed his thumb into her pussy and his finger into her ass. She jumped with the sudden action ... jerking her toe upward in his cunt. He threw his head back ... his mouth opened in a grimace ... then quickly went back to sucking her.
She sensuously moved her cock in and out of his small orifice ... he ground his ass harder against her ... thus leaving her hands free to roam elsewhere. She moved them down his satin-skinned torso ... around his pelvis ... underneath his balls ... then finally settled on his long thin cock. She rubbed her hands up and down it ... across the tip ... holding it out like a spear, which it greatly resembled. He reached around with his hands and grasped her ass and pushed her faster and faster into him.
They moved with rhythmic precision ... forcing deeper ... slamming harder ... moving faster ... their bodies jerking ... twisting ... convulsing ... their faces finally distorting ... writhing ... contorting with emotion .... their beings in unison with themselves ... harder ... faster ... harder ... faster ... purling ... twining ... weaving ... until the hot molten liquid of lust shot and sprayed and spewed forth from them! They were orgasm itself! They were lust itself! They were the totality of passion!
I watched the beautiful people in pure amazement. They were not only strange-looking ... but they were also very strange in their behavior. I felt myself getting more and more turned on by them ... I also felt that I couldn't do anything about it. It was the kind of turn on that one didn't really want to disturb ... just watch. I suppose it was a true voyeuristic trip.
My cunt was getting hotter and hotter until I thought it was going to catch on fire right there in the middle of the floor. My juices were pouring out of my love hole like never before. Kurt had turned me on by just looking at me and later just by thinking about him. When I was with him ... well... I couldn't really say because I didn't fully remember much of the experience.
The dinner scene was something else, too. Only that was a turn on by fear more than anything else. Then there was Melody ... sweet, lovely Melody. She could get me turned on by being herself ... plain and simple ... I honestly loved the girl. Yvonne was much the same thing. Rex, on the other hand, was absolute charisma ... almost Hitler style. I remember reading somewhere that he was quite a ladies' man. That was what Rex reminded me of ... I couldn't really say he turned me on ... but then I couldn't really say that he didn't turn me on.
These people were an entirely different cup of tea altogether. They fascinated me ... I had never seen anything like them before in my life ... and I didn't think that I would come across it anytime again, in the near future. They had the power to twist my insides up without even looking in my direction ... they probably didn't even know that I was there.
Their movements ... their bodies, and their faces that remained at all times so impassive ... so blank ... so cool. I wanted to scream out at them to show something ... show some emotion ... show a particle of caring in their faces ... but I knew that they wouldn't be able to hear me anyway and probably wouldn't do anything if they could.
My breasts ached like they had been played with for hours ... my nipples felt like two pebbles that had been skipped across water time and time again. My clitoris was shouting for me to touch it ... stroke it ... play with it ... but I couldn't move. My juices kept flowing from me and soaking into the rug ... leaving a large wet stain on it.
Suddenly one of the girls looked like she was screaming ... a blank, soundless scream. It ripped through me like a knife! I let out a scream from the sheer agony of the pain. Then I began to hear the moans ... only I wasn't hearing them ... I was feeling them ... experiencing them in my body ... in my mind, as they tore and soared through me!
I was rolling on the floor ... writhing around in the throes of torment. I covered up my ears but that didn't stop it ... I tried to out-scream them ... but that didn't stop it. All this time my passions were soaring higher and higher and I had no way of controlling them or of stopping them. I couldn't even get up and leave the room.
Then I felt a transformation come over me ... I sensed that I could fuck myself if only I really tried. I stopped rolling and spread my legs ... I spread them wide. Then I lay very still ... the music and the screams and moans continued to roar through me. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt my clitoris grow larger and larger ... more and more swollen until I could bend it over and slip it into my pussy. My cunt was so hot and wet ... it was so ready that it grabbed my clitoris and held on to it... held on tight!
I let go ... sensing that I no longer had to hold it in place ... and my hole began to constrict and release all by itself. As it did this my clitoris would slide in and out of me. At first it wasn't very fast or very deep, but I kept on watching the incredible scene in front and all around me ... working my pussy faster and faster.
I let my hands roam all over my body ... teasing and playing with it where I knew the most sensitive spots were. Then I let them come to rest on my aching tits ... I gently caressed them and stroked the nipples ... I massaged them around and around. I could feel the lust rising ... I could feel the passion building ... I could feel the never-ending, never-ceasing orgasm prepare to let loose.
I bounced from peak to peak ... I wallowed in the surf of viscous liquid ... of ecstasy ... of orgasm ... I watched ... I rolled ... I fucked ... I writhed ... I screamed ... I vibrated ... I came ... I came ... I came in full colors ... in glory ... in the universe!
The faces of the beings showed emotion!
CHAPTER EIGHT
I wandered back to my room and collapsed on the bed. It was only then that I realized that I hadn't really been lost after all. Not only that ... I was only a few corridors from my own room, to boot! I also realized that, as per usual, I was going to have to hurry if I expected to make it to dinner on time. I knew that Yvonne would be here at any moment and that I had better be at least partially ready when she came.
I rushed to the bathroom and hopped in the shower ... then quickly grabbed a dress ... it turned out to be a long cream-colored one ... and donned it. I was just finishing up my makeup when Yvonne walked in.
"You look radiant tonight, Joan," she said.
"Why, thank you, Yvonne," I replied. "I really hadn't had time to inspect myself ... I was too busy trying to be ready by the time you came."
"You look just like a bride on her wedding day," she laughed.
"HHHmmmm ... I'm certainly not that," I retorted.
"Did you have a busy day?"
"Well... let's put it this way... I had an interesting day ... a day to put in my memoirs when I become rich and famous ... a day not to tell to my grandchildren unless morals have changed radically by then," I told her impishly.
It was then that I realized that I wasn't the least bit tired ... confused ... and that I actually felt very good. I even felt a little smug ... no ... impish was a better word.
"I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself, Joan," she smiled at me.
"Of course ... I want you to know that I accomplished nothing that I set out to do today ... and ... that I saw not one soul in my travels in this monster of a house.... But I do feel somewhat better ... I'm really not sure why ... but I do."
"Good!" Yvonne said emphatically.
"I still want to talk to Carlotta about the house ... and why the others left... and so on," I told her.
She grimaced, "I wouldn't if I were you ... I would just let sleeping dogs lie. But then, I'm not you and that is probably one of the major reasons Melody likes you. You aren't easily intimidated ... you'll walk where any self-respecting smart angel would refuse to go."
"I suppose you're right," I laughed. "Now, lead on 'McDuff' ... I'm starved ... and ready for action. In this house that's a wise thing to be."
"You're soo right!" Yvonne replied.
While I was walking to dinner I pondered on the reason for my sudden cheerfulness. Nothing seemed to bother me. I wasn't terribly concerned about the strange events that had entered my life ... whereas before they were terrifying to me. I wasn't even upset or worried about how I was going to get around Melody's ridiculous schedule so that I could teach her some of the more important things of life ... like life itself.
Somewhere deep inside of me I knew that I wasn't becoming complacent... this was only the beginning warning signals to myself that I had accepted the challenge and was preparing to do battle. I also knew that some land of substance was induced in the air when one of these odd events took place ... and that was the reason that I either passed out ... saw things ... or felt things that didn't really exist.
We arrived at the dining room right on time ... the other guests had just begun to file in for dinner. We entered a brightly lit room, again different from all the others that I had been in.... I wondered if I would ever see all the rooms. To my surprise, Kurt was there as a guest and so was Yvonne. It was only then that I realized that she was all dressed up.
"Yvonne, I didn't tell you how pretty you look," I said shamefacedly. "Actually, I must confess ... in my rush I really hadn't noticed."
"That's all right, Joan, thank you for the compliment ... I'm glad you like it," she smiled. "Besides ... if you didn't notice it means that I accomplished what I wanted to ... I want to be as inconspicuous as I possibly can. I'm only here because I was ordered to be here ... I don't honestly enjoy these affairs."
"There you go again ... doing something that you don't want to do ... I wish I understood that," I remarked.
"Maybe someday you will; meanwhile, let's be seated."
There were no maybes about it ... someday I would know why ... that I was quite sure of! Dinner was one of those terribly long social affairs ... the kind that were always drawn out to the nth degree. I chatted to my neighbor on either side of me ... Yvonne and anyone else that I knew being far removed from where I was sitting ... it wasn't that they were bad conversationalists ... it was just that we had very little in common. In fact... nothing at all in common.
As soon as dinner was over I got up and rushed towards Carlotta ... whom I had spied way off on the other side of the room. I had almost reached her when Melody came running up to me.
"Oh, Joan," she cried, "I saw you from a distance ... and you're absolutely gorgeous tonight. But why did you choose to wear white?"
"Are you going to say that I look like a bride on her wedding day, too?"
"Nnn ... no," she stammered, "not at all. . . besides ... who said that to you ... what made you think that I would?"
"Oh, Yvonne said it to me right before we came to dinner. Hey, honey, I didn't mean to upset you with that... I thought it was pretty funny. ... I really only grabbed the nearest dress at hand and pulled it on ... I was afraid that I was going to be late for dinner. You see, I got lost in the house looking for your mother and I almost didn't get back to my room in time to get ready."
"Oh, I see." She looked relieved. "Did you ever find Mother?"
"No, I was just about to go see her now ... I had spied her from across the room and thought I might get a few words with her before she goes off to entertain her guests ... stick around and we'll do something after I'm finished talking to her, okay?"
"Sure," she said quietly, "I'll see you in a little while."
"Now, Melody, if you re thinking about yesterday afternoon ... I honestly didn't know that I was going to be that long with your father ... and I certainly don't intend to be that long with your mother ... besides, she does have guests and she won't take that much time away from them!"
"I know ... and I know that if you had had anything to say about it ... you wouldn't have been all afternoon talking with Papa. Don't worry ... I know that I'll see you."
I gave her a big hug and quickly kissed her on the cheek ... then I ran off to see if I could again locate Mrs. Lanigan. Suddenly I saw her laughing with one of the guests. I prayed that I wouldn't run anymore interference ... not that Melody is interference ... but I wanted to get this thing over with. I also really wanted to leave the room and go off somewhere with Melody and talk to her.
Carlotta must have seen me because she waved to me and called out, "Yoohoo, Joan, come over here and join us."
I almost cracked up with laughter ... that line was just not Carlotta's style. I tried to compose myself and not look too amused ... I wasn't having too much luck, so I hoped that they would either think that I was tipsy or having a real ball.
"Hello, Carlotta," I said as I was approaching.
"Oh, Joan, this is the Ambassador to Mexico and his charming wife ... and this is Mr. and Mrs. Jordan ... this is our daughter's companion and teacher, Joan Sumter. She's highly recommended to us," Carlotta concluded.
"How do you do," I politely replied ... wondering who the hell had highly recommended me ... actually knowing that it was only a line but not being absolutely sure about it.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?" Mr. Jordan asked.
"Yes, thank you, very much," I replied. "Carlotta, could I speak to you for a moment?"
"Of course, Joan, darling, let's go over here," she cooed.
"Excuse us for a moment," she said to her guests.
We walked to a relatively quiet corner of the room, but before I had a chance to say anything at all to her she started talking.
"I'm glad that you wanted to talk to me but that can wait ... I have something much more important to tell you. We are performing a very special play tonight for the entertainment of our guest of honor, Mr. Jordan. He is a very wealthy man who wishes to invest in some of our schools and we would very much like it if you were there too.
"Is this an invitation or an order ... because if it is an invitation I would like to decline.... I promised Melody that I would spend the evening with her."
"Isn't it just like that child to not tell you that she was going too ... I really must see that something is done about that particular trait of hers. Of course I would never order you to do something when you didn't wish to or go when you already had made other plans ... but Melody is going to be there, so I suppose you won't mind going now."
"Not at all," I replied. "I hope that Mr. Jordan likes the show."
I turned and walked away. I was furious! First of all, her considering that whatever I had to say could wait... then, her saying that she wasn't ordering me to go ... I would have loved to have seen what would have happened if I had said no anyway. I figured that maybe I could talk to Melody while we were supposedly watching the show. 'She'd have to do something about that particular trait'... sure ... not if I could help it!
I had almost reached the spot where I had left Melody when I looked up and saw Kurt walking away from her. I paused and wondered what that was all about.... knowing that Melody had no love for Kurt ... she didn't even like to talk to him and it looked like she didn't like this encounter, whatever it was, any better than the others.
I hurried over to her. "Hey, why was Kurt talking to you?"
"Oh nothing ... no reason ... he just came over to say hello," she mumbled.
"Like hell he did," I heatedly retorted. "If that was all. .. you wouldn't look so unhappy. Did he by any chance deliver a sudden request from your mother?"
Melody wouldn't answer me.
"One that suggested that you go to the play tonight?"
"Oh, Joan, I didn't want to go and I told Mama that already ... but Kurt made it sound ... well, the way he makes everything sound ... I had no choice," she wailed.
"It's all right, honey, I know that ... you see, I had little choice in the matter myself ... we were both sort of maneuvered," I said, putting my arm around her and squeezing.
"I knew that would happen," she dejectedly said.
"Oh come on, baby ... we can still talk ... in spite of this wing-ding and Mr. Jordan."
"Joan, for your own head ... don't count on it ... I know how these things go and that isn't what is planned, if I know my parents," she said seriously.
As if on cue, Yvonne came up to us.
"Joan, Carlotta wants me to take you to the theatre. Melody knows the way and will follow later."
"I see." I turned to Melody, "All right, you win ... or at least you're right for this one, but I promise you ... I am going to win ... I'm going to stop this nonsense once and for all."
"Joan," Melody said in a hushed voice, "I think that you just might do it... but remember that a battle is not the war."
"I'll keep that in mind," I laughed softly.
I turned around and followed Yvonne out of the room.
What a strange child, I thought, sometimes she seems to know exactly what is going on and how to deal with it ... it doesn't even seem to bother her ... then other times she seems to be at a loss as to what to do or what's going on. She seems to really be the child that she is.
When we arrived at the theatre it was completely dark. I thought that we had come in late and that the play had already started ... but I was very wrong.
Yvonne said to me, "You must wait here ... you will know when to enter the theatre." Then she turned and ran away.
I stood in the dark ... alone ... not knowing what part of the house I was in ... nor what vicinity of the theatre I was in. I waited ... and waited ... and waited. Then suddenly I heard the wedding march ... wedding march ... bride ... wedding day ... white dress ... I didn't own a white dress! The shock of what I had just figured out stunned me! I had been so turned around when I had come back to my room that I hadn't even thought about my clothes. I hadn't thought about the fact that I never had owned a white dress.
I wondered if Yvonne had known all along. I wondered if Melody had suspected and was afraid ... afraid of what? At least this time I was somewhat prepared for an event ... I was winning ... the more that I could expect oddness and not let it throw me, the better I could get around it and deal with it from the other side.
Having come to that conclusion, I waited patiently ... no longer afraid. Pretty soon a man whom I had never seen before came and stood in front of me.
"I'm to give the bride away," he said in a monotone voice.
Giving him my arm I said, "Then by all means ... give the bride away."
We walked up an aisle to a dimly lit stage. I couldn't see on either side of me whether there were any people there or not, so I wasn't sure if this was just a rehearsal or the real thing. It didn't matter ... I had made up my mind that I was going to enjoy whatever happened ... and that I was going to act as if I had been told exactly what to expect.
As we approached the stage I saw who the bridegroom was....
Well, that's fitting, I thought.
It was Kurt. The 'Priest' was Rex.... I felt that that was fitting too. I was led up the stairs onto the stage ... there I saw Yvonne ... she obviously was to be my maid of honor. I thought it to be a strange type of play,' but was willing to go along with it. No words had been spoken as of yet ... the man let go of my arm, then stepped off of the stage. Yvonne came over to me and draped a veil over my head. She whispered, "Forgive me, Joan." Then she too stepped off the stage.
Rex opened a book that was supposed to represent the Bible ... or at least that is what it appeared to be. He moved his lips as if he was reading from it... then made the sign of the cross ... again moved his lips ... again made the sign of the cross ... it was all silent.
I looked at Kurt ... he stood waiting ... listening ... then he too moved his lips in response.... I knew what part we had come to. When Kurt stopped I moved my lips ... I heard the words in my head ... do you take this man to be ... when I stopped Rex made another sign of the cross and Kurt turned to me.
I knew I was going to be kissed ... I didn't know that I was going to be kissed in quite that manner. We had left the wedding part of the play and now we were doing the wedding-night part. I wondered if we were going to take it to its logical conclusion ... the consummation of the wedding ... the binding ... tying ... linking part of the marriage. I felt that we probably were because that was something that I had experienced much of since my arrival.... Sex.
I still didn't know if there was anybody out in the audience ... but I didn't really care whether there was or not. I felt myself getting hotter and hotter ... I felt Kurt's hands run up and down my back ... I felt the now-familiar shiver when he did that. My pussy was becoming very wet... the liquid was sliding down my leg ... my nipples were grazing along the inside of my dress because they had become two hard pebbles.
I wanted to get out of my dress ... out of my clothes ... I wanted to feel Kurt's skin against mine. Kurt seemed to feel my desire and reached up to unzip my dress ... at that point someone coughed ... now I knew that we had an audience .. . somehow that only turned me on more. I wriggled against Kurt. . . urging him to unzip me faster ... to let my body be free from its cloth restraints.
I reached around and began to tear at his clothes ... my urgency forced him to go faster ... to finish more quickly ... then we were both free. We moved over each other's bodies ... we pressed against each other .. . satin against satin ... Kurt's magic hands were roaming around my plains ... fertilizing my desires. I became more and more frantic in my movements ... I had to have him touch me ... touch my pussy ... finger my cunt ... make me beg to be fucked.
Finally he moved his hand to my mound. He cupped it with his hand and just held it there ... I felt the heat and sparks shoot into it ... I felt my clitoris harden and begin to throb. Then he slowly let his finger pass over it ... again and again until I was clawing his back for more.
I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it ... but I couldn't keep up the slow even strokes ... I began to jerk it convulsively ... faster and faster ... harder and harder. Kurt let out a moan and matched his actions to mine. We went further and further ... more and more quickly ... pushing each other to the brink ... egging each other on. In a burst we both came at the same time.
His semen splattered all over my stomach and dribbled down to my soft cunt hairs. It mingled in with them ... then traveled on down my slit to join my own sweet juices. We stood still for a moment, letting the sweetness of orgasm wash over us in billowing waves. We saw no one ... we thought of no one ... no one existed to us ... just ourselves and our bodies mattered ... our pleasures that we aroused in each other.
Suddenly we felt ourselves being lifted in midair. There was nothing attached to us to enable us to fly upward and I didn't think that we had created so much energy that we could defy the laws of gravitation ... but there we were, in midair.
Kurt laughed out loud, "Hey we're floating ... have you noticed?"
"I have indeed," I replied. It was the first time that I had ever heard Kurt sound really human. "I could hardly miss it."
"Do you think that our orgasms are that strong?"
"Well ... for right now ... for want of a better reason ... yes."
"So do I," he happily agreed.
Kurt reached out for me and pulled me closer to him. His cock was riding high, also. He began to caress my silky skin ... to arouse the fire inside of me ... to bring me to a burning peak. He ran his hands over my breasts ... over my nipples ... down my torso ... over my pelvis ... to my pussy.
I also ran my hands over him. I stroked his back ... his ass ... the soft malleable flesh moving with my fingers as they passed over it ... his crack ... and finally settled on his tight puckered asshole. It jerked and pulsed while I lightly fingered it. It tried to suck my finger up inside of it, but I waited ... building the tension ... building the desire.
The air swirled around us as we increased our petting of each other ... as we became more and more demanding with each other. I felt like I was out in space ... in the universe ... I was in weightlessness ... no gravity ... no air ... no need to breathe ... life was being sustained with no effort. We floated ... we flipped ... we did somersaults. We loved every minute of it ... we laughed like two kids on their first date ... just beginning to explore the wonders of manhood and womanhood.
Kurt grabbed and pinched my flesh ... he leaned over and sucked on my nipples ... flipped and sucked on my pussy. There was no stopping ... no in between ... no arranging or ponderous moving ... it was total ease. I grabbed his cock and pulled myself up and down his sweet crack while rubbing the hardened shaft in my hand. My tongue was busily licking and sucking everything that it touched ... ass ... balls ... rod ... underneath the balls ... asshole ... everywhere.
Then I rammed my finger into his jumping hole ... I continued to hold onto his cock ... I continued to suck on him ... but now I was swinging him back and forth ... back and forth. He was bent over so that he was sucking and tongue-fucking my ass. He would ram his tongue into my tight hole, then be swooped back out when I moved him ... then ram it in again ... again ... and again. It was driving me wild ... I was nipping and shoving ... going deeper and deeper with my finger.... I was dying to reach all the way up inside of him.
Suddenly he reached under me and slammed two fingers- into my dripping pussy. It felt sensational ... my pussy ached so much from wanting to be fucked ... from wanting to grasp hold of something and suck on it. It pushed and pulled his fingers in and out, faster and faster ... it rippled up and down on them. He began to wiggle them against each other ... pushing and prodding the walls of my vagina ... making me convulse and shake ... making me cry out with passion.
We moved ... we shoved ... we whirled around and around. We finger-fucked each other ... tongue-fucked each other ... writhed and moaned with each other. We built the scene to its ultimate degree. We bit and clawed each other with anything that we could ... we struggled to obtain the heights. Then suddenly in a lightning flash Kurt came ... his creamy liquid shooting way up into the air, forming a huge arc ... then landing back down on top of me. He came all over me ... my face ... my body ... my hair. He grabbed me and began furiously to rub our bodies together.
The sweet fluid dried very quickly, leaving our bodies even more satiny than they already were. Abruptly he shoved his rod into my dripping hot cunt. The hard shaft impaled in me shoved me high up into the air ... pulling Kurt up with me. It grabbed him and wouldn't let go ... where I went so did he. Each time he slammed into me we went flying around the room.
We were two space crafts docking for a link-up ... he wouldn't use his hands when he shoved his tool inside of me ... around and around we went. We zipped along, leaving a trail behind us ... leaving our juices sprayed all over the walls ...
ceiling ... floor. We giggled ... we laughed ... we moaned ... we screamed ... we groaned ... we turned around and around ... over and over.
Finally I grabbed Kurt by the waist ... I locked our bodies together. Then our movements ... our wild fucking ... our mad ramming and jabbing into each other just made us glide along. Then we were riding the air strips ... the air streams ... currents ... currents of electricity were passing through us ... were weaving and intertwining our beings together.
Kurt moved faster and faster ... then he started to interchange between my cunt and my ass. Back and forth ... back and forth ... faster and faster ... I was screaming and crying. The pain was unreal ... the pain came and went in little spurts ... it existed and then didn't ... faster and faster ... we were the railroad pump car of the space. Then the pain turned into pure pleasure ... pure sensation ... every touch sending me further and further into ecstasy ... every jab reeling me further and deeper into orgasmic totality.
We pulsed ... vibrated ... shoved ... pushed ... clawed ... bit ... grabbed ... slammed ... rammed ... writhed ... contorted .. r deeper ... higher ... faster ... deeper ... more ... again ... deeper ... screaming ... laughing ... crying ... gasping ... fire ... space ... shooting stars ... up ... up ... back and forth ... around and around ... back and forth ... up and down ... back and forth ... until at last the heavens opened up and showered their blessings on us.
We came! We burst forth together! We were born again!
The lights came up and we slowly floated back to earth ... only to lay in a heap on the floor. We lay very still ... panting and trying to catch our breaths ... dimly through the love-made haze we heard applause ,.. applause for our birth. I still couldn't see the people ... I didn't try very hard ... I got up and wandered off the stage, not even attempting to get dressed.
I found my room and piled into bed ... exhausted ... a little confused and more than well-satisfied.
CHAPTER NINE
I woke up in the morning more determined than ever to get answers ... to accomplish my quest for the truth behind this place ... behind these people.
While getting dressed I reviewed the events that had taken place ... I thought them all through very carefully.
I arrived here three, no ... four days ago.... I was drawn to a picture immediately and then I entered my room.... Then I made it with my maid.... Very unlike me, I thought.
"Yes it is!" I said out loud, "Most unlike me!"
Then there was dinner that night ... hoo boy ... and what a dinner that turned out to he. Funny thing about that... is that we have never eaten there again ...of course we haven't eaten in the same room twice running. But that room in particular ...so out of character for the Lanigans and their immense wealth ... and their obvious display of it.
"It had almost a religious fervor about it," I mused. "And the last thing I would consider the Lanigans is religious. They're probably less so than I am ... and I'm bottom of the barrel."
Okay, so the next day I get to really meet Melody ... again, in the more biblical sense ... I'm usually not one for making it with sixteen-year-old kids ... with kids period! I continued to tally things up in my head, We go to a 'schoolroom'... it's really great with all that equipment ... but obviously it's used for other things as well. Witness me and Mr. Lanigan.... Rex. We weren't exactly teaching each other things ... or at least I wasn't teaching him ... and he was not teaching me school subjects. All right ... Kurt that night.
"Ah yes ... Kurt ... strange, cold Kurt." I laughed. "He isn't as cold as he seemed ... anymore than Yvonne is really a maid. They both are playing some elaborate role ... I could even like Kurt ... unfortunately I don't know if we could talk to each other.... Fuck, yes ... talk, I don't know."
Where was I... oh, right... the next day leads me to a spontaneous acid trip ... and a 'wedding that night. And was that a wedding or was that a wedding ... complete with consummation on the spot and all. But no one asked me if I wanted a wedding ... not consulted me if I wanted to marry Kurt ... I wasn't even asked for my hand in marriage by the bridegroom! Now, was that fair?
"Personally, I don't think it was very fair at all ... but apparently I had nothing to say about it .. . just like no one else has anything to say about anything that goes on here," I raved to my mirror image.
But that's only summing up all the sexual encounters that I've had here ... which I must admit are many and numerous. But that says nothing for all the underlying tones that swarm through here ... all the unspoken threats ... all the fear ...all the numerous and obvious lies that crowded their way in.
"I haven't really been able to teach Melody anything unless it's through osmosis in my sleep or something. I've barely even been able to see her. That angers me ... I was hired to teach her ... not be made to avoid her. At least I have managed to get rid of my own ridiculous fear ... for the time being anyway. I don't intend to let it get me again if I can help it," I firmly said to myself, "and speaking of Melody ... you ... Joan Sumter, better go have breakfast and then try to find her. This morning you're not going to let anything get in your way!"
I had been allowed to finish my breakfast without disturbances. Although I noticed a decided lack of Yvonne's presence. She hadn't come and gotten me ... she wasn't in the kitchen ... so far as I could tell ... I hadn't seen her anywhere. I didn't worry about it too much ... I figured that she could take care of herself ... I was sure that nothing had happened to her.
After breakfast I got up and immediately went in search of my pupil.' Sometimes I felt like Melody could teach me! I found her on her terrace, quietly finishing her meal. When she looked up her face fit up like a light bulb.
"Hi, Joan. Can we go out into a garden today?"
"Of course we can," I grinned and leaned over to kiss her.
"Oh goody! There's this special garden that we have that I think you would really like. You know we have all kinds of gardens ... not just the ordinary type," she giggled.
"Yes," I replied, "I know you have all kinds of gardens and I'm sure that I'll like this one ... I really like any kind of garden."
"So do I ... this one has statues and things in it."
"That sounds really great!" I smiled.
"You know I watched you last night.... You were ... you were very pretty," she said earnestly.
"Do you mean to tell me they let you watch that ... I thought that your going was all a ruse to get me there," I cried out. "Damnit! That pisses me ... not that you don't really know the facts of life ... not that you aren't even proficient in them yourself ... but... well ... how many years have you been allowed to watch these romps?"
"Ever since I was a little girl ... that's one of the things that the governesses objected to. They wouldn't even touch me ... although that is what they wanted to do more than anything else." "I'm not quite sure how they resisted ... what suit of armor did they put on to stop themselves," I smiled ruefully. "I don't make it a habit of balling young people either ... but I wasn't having much luck in avoiding you. I must admit that I'm really surprised that they did."
"They were much more prudish than you are. You see, I like people to touch me ... I like sex, too. I was raised on it .. and I find it very enjoyable," she replied simply. "I suppose if I told you my sexual background you would freak out."
"Honey, at this point... I doubt it. I've already gathered that it is quite extensive ... and I can make a pretty good guess as to who your teachers for that were," I wryly said. "So go on ... tell me the whole story ... I'm actually very interested."
"Okay, but let's walk towards the garden while I talk."
"That's fine by me," I replied.
"It all started out quite innocently," she began. "I would come into my parents room and hop into bed with them. I hear that all kids would do that ... they were very sexually oriented people and were often balling when I made my running jump and landed in the middle of them."
I nodded ... I was beginning to see where that could lead ... very naturally.
"Well ... they never tried to hide what they were doing or what they looked like.... I naturally got fascinated and would ask questions ... I would even grab my father's cock and play with it. And again ... they never tried to stop me. You see, they believed in freedom of expression ...
they also believed that a child should learn organically what everything was all about. If I was curious ... then who were they to stop me ... it might hurt something in me ... give me a hangup or something."
"Right on," I snorted, "1 must admit that I agree on a child's organic growth of knowledge concerning sex ... but I'm not sure that I agree about letting them physically explore. Although I would never stop a child from exploring themselves. Actually ... come to think about it ... so far it's all right. I would have probably done the same thing if I was in their shoes. I get hung-up in society's bullshit, too, sometimes."
"I understand," she smiled softly and then continued. "About the time I turned thirteen ... things began to go astray. By then I had experienced a great many things from my parents ...
everything but balling them ... I kept wanting to know more and more. You see ... I had never had any outside contact with people except those who came here and the servants. They didn't know what we did and neither did the other people. So I never knew that it wasn't a normal everyday occurrence."
"Didn't anyone notice at all?" I asked. I was really puzzled as to how no one could detect the unusual closeness that the three of them would have had to show ... especially a child ... because she wouldn't know how to control that feeling ... nor, according to her, did she see any reason for controlling it. To her it was completely natural.
"No ... no one noticed ... that I know of. At least no one acted any differently to me than they did to my parents. And I think that I would have been able to feel any sympathy things or things like that."
"So no one commented on it and no one saw how unusually close you were to your parents ... no one felt anything was strange until you were thirteen," I said, trying to picture it.
"Right," she answered. "I wasn't around all that much when we had guests ... because I wasn't up that late ... but when they came around when I was up everything went very smoothly. It wasn't them that turned things around ... it was my first governess. I didn't have a nurse ... surprisingly enough ... my parents also believed that they should raise me, not someone else. I only got a governess because the foundations were beginning to demand more and more attention and I was demanding more and more knowledge. Did Papa tell you that I bore easily?"
"Yes, he did ... although I must admit that I thought it was only a type of excuse for giving you all that work. But tell me this," I asked puzzledly, "if you were so close to your parents... then how come one person could destroy it so easily? Also, how come you are so afraid of them now? Because I know you are."
"For my birthday present my father balled me ... it meant a great deal to me. Unfortunately, the governess just happened to see ... from there on in everything changed. My parents were no longer what they used to be ... they became cold and mean. They wouldn't let me into their room ... except when I was supposed to participate in a game with them. I never know what they are going to do next ... they started to rebuild the house and have all kinds of things installed in it and they wouldn't tell me what they were or what they were used for," she poured all of it out.
She had only paused for a breath but I knew that she would continue ... she hadn't told anyone even as much as she had just told me. She was desperate to get it all out ... she didn't even hope that someone would try to explain it to her. I became determined to do just that if I possibly could.
"So they wouldn't talk to you ... they wouldn't explain anything that was going on ... didn't you begin to suspect that it might have had something to do with the fact that the governess saw your father's birthday present to you?" I queried her.
"Yes, I thought of that ... I asked them if that was why they suddenly stopped all the involvement with the foundations and me ... but they said it had nothing to do with that ... how could I be so stupid as to think that ... to get lost ... and they were just bored with the old ways," she told me tearfully.
"Up until then, I take it, they had never showed any signs of being bored at all," I quietly said and pulled her close to me. I tried to comfort her because she was heartbroken and she had been keeping this heavy sorrow all to herself.
"Never!" she cried emphatically, "they even went as far as to hire all new servants ... Yvonne, Kurt, Mark ... you haven't met Mark ... they are all new. And that's strange, too."
"Why, honey?"
"Because they aren't servants ... surely you can see that. Yvonne alone has three PhD.'s. And they were all really tough subjects. Kurt has two ... although I don't like him all that much ... it's more because he will play their game better than anyone else ... he's really not all that bad."
"I've noticed that... I've also noticed that they weren't regular servants. I tried to get Yvonne to talk to me about it ... she almost did one day ... but fear made her stop."
We had arrived at the garden by then. I paused to look around. It was very beautiful. We walked a little further into its maze before we said anything else.
"You won't get anything out of Yvonne, either, or I have made a very poor judgment of her," she finally replied.
"Well, baby, you might be more surprised than you think. She's the one who first clued me in that there was something unusual going on and that it wasn't just my imagination. She also clued me in to keep a close eye on you and to try to help you in any way that I could. That I got hung-up on you all on my own is beside the point ... that I would do anything to help you now is also beside the point."
"I'm glad that you said that last thing ... you must be the type that exudes confidence and that people trust. I really didn't know that Yvonne cared so much ... she hardly ever speaks to me," Melody said.
"She does, believe me.... Oh, are these the statues that you were talking about?" I asked, pointing to a row of beautifully sculptured statuary.
"Yes," she giggled, "why don't you tell me about them?"
I knew perfectly well that Melody knew all about the statues and who they were and what they had done and even who had made them.
She obviously had something up her sleeve so I decided to play along and find out what. "This is Apollo ... god of the sun and music ... this is Pan ... he was the god of debauchery ... Bacchus ... the god of wine and food, a close friend of Pan's ... Zeus ... the head god ... the one in charge of everything and of all the other gods."
Then I suddenly noticed that the statues seemed to have moving parts ... and they were definitely moving at that moment. I must've looked a wee bit shocked because Melody burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" I tried to sound indignant.
"Your face is a riot," she spluttered, "you really did see the statues moving ... it wasn't your imagination. This is one of the new installments and one of the only ones that I really like. You see ... these are fucking statues. You can fuck them and they will fuck you back... they even shoot sperm or at least a liquid that feels like sperm." "Fascinating," I drawled.
Actually, I was fascinated ... I could feel my pussy begin its old familiar swelling ... my juices were becoming aroused and starting to flow ... my clitoris began to throb. I looked at Melody who was already busily shedding her clothes. She seemed very anxious to get to them. Being a good sport, I began to take off my clothes, too. I was sort of interested to know how a statue was going to feel inside of me.
The more that I thought about it the more turned on I got. I felt my breathing quicken ... I almost got a zipper stuck in my rush to shed my excess baggage ... but it finally came undone. Then I went up to the god Pan ... I ran my hands over his hairy brass legs .. . reached down and grabbed hold of his wriggling cock. I pretended that I was rubbing the skin up and down on it. Of course it was brass, too, so it was completely immovable ... or so I thought.
Suddenly the cock became warm to me ... then the skin did begin to run up and down with my hand ... I looked carefully at it and I saw the balls move around in the sac. I was thrilled ... I began to rub my hand across my crotch ... feeling the liquid pour from it down over my fingers onto the ground. My nipples were aching and hard ... I leaned up close to the statue and felt the cold metal against them ... it soothed their burning feeling.
Only everywhere that I touched seemed to come alive. It would be cold for a few minutes, then suddenly would start to warm up and move on its own. I had a fleeting thought that I was going to be one of the only females in the world who could claim to have fucked a live satyr ... Pan, no less ... the god of all satyrs. I wasn't the only female because I was sure that Melody had fucked this statue too.
That thought was a little astounding to me ... they were supposed to be mythological creatures ... things that didn't really exist ... but this one seemed to exist very much. I decided to kiss it to see if it would kiss me back. I leaned into him and pressed my lips to his ... yes, he would kiss back. It was fantastic ... shooting stars went off ... electricity went through me ... I had never but never felt a kiss like that one before in my life!
I pressed my whole body harder into his.... I figured that he couldn't get off the pedestal that he was on ... that I was right about. I rubbed myself up against him ... caressed my cunt against his rock-hard rod ... played with his balls ... up and around to his ass. I knelt down and began to run my tongue up and down his beautiful shaft ... then I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock all the way into my throat.
I sucked on its fullness ... I pressed my finger into the sac around his balls and formed a pouch ... it felt like a cunt.... I rubbed my finger up and down the rube ... in and out of the pouch that I had made. I milked and sucked on his cock ... plunging it deeper and deeper into my throat.... I wasn't even gagging ... which was surprising since I usually couldn't get anything near the back of my throat.
I could feel the edge of his asshole if I pushed my finger deep enough down the tube ... I would feel it jump when I hit the muscle. I was thrilled that I could turn the god Pan on. I was so hot that I thought that I was going to be consumed in flames ... that would be my orgasm ... flames ...
leaping raging flames.
I moved faster and faster ... thrusting him deeper and deeper into me ... ramming my finger harder and harder down the slippery tube. The skin slipped and slid back and forth ... his balls would crawl slowly around in the sac ... churning and writhing around. Some of the clear fluid of pre-orgasm began to spurt into my mouth ... it tasted sweet and a little tangy ... my pussy was throbbing more and more ... it was berating me for not giving it the attention that it wanted.
I finally placed my hand over it. ... It responded as quickly as it had done before ... a warm glow filled my body ... then the passionate surging ... the billows of lust that would rise. I rubbed and stroked my slit ... I teased my clitoris ... I plunged my finger into my grabbing, hungry hole ... it wanted something to eat. Pretty soon it wanted something more to eat than just my finger ... it wanted the brass cock in my hand ... I wanted the brass cock in my hand. I wanted to feel it slide into me. I wanted to feel it probe and dive into my very depths.
I stood up and jumped up onto the statue ... I threw my legs around its waist... then I impaled myself on the large metal member. It sank between my folds ... sank deeper and deeper until it could go no further. I let it rest for a while ... I just wanted to feel it there ... I didn't want to move.
Then slowly ... very slowly I began to rise up and down on it. I felt as if I was riding a carousel ... up and down ... up and down ... very, very slowly. His rod would go round and round inside of me ... pressing all sides of my walls ... moving them from side to side. His cock was cold ... it was hot... it was freezing metal... it was burning flesh ... it was inside of me. I drove it faster and faster into me.
I hadn't looked at what Melody was doing all this time ... now in the heat of my passion I glanced in her direction. She was with the god Apollo and she seemed to be enjoying herself very much. I decided that I was going to have to observe her in a few minutes ... but that I was too busy at the moment.
I clasped the god Pan to my bosom ... rubbed my nipples against his cold skin ... felt his hairy legs brush against my ass. He felt so alive ... he felt so real ... the hair was rough and scratchy ... his skin was tough and leathery ... his cock so hot ... so smooth ... so big. It rammed into me again and again ... in and out ... round and round ... faster and faster ... our nipples brushed and teased each other.
I was going crazy ... I was like a wild man ... wild woman ... screaming ... humping ... yelling ... tossing myself around. I bent backwards and swung by my legs ... his shaft bent with me ... still going round and round. I tossed my head around, keeping my legs rightly wrapped around the goat god's waist ... I swung up and flopped back down again ... up and down ... then I swung up and stayed.
I humped his rod ... I fucked him ... I rammed him in ... I shoved him in as deep as he could go. He was coming out of my stomach ... he was coming out of my throat ... he was rending me from top to bottom. Faster and faster ... louder and louder ... deeper and deeper ... he hit my womb and suddenly popped up inside of it. My wet, juicy cunt had caught its prize .. . caught its brass ring ... and it wasn't going to let go.
Then I felt it ... I felt the tidal wave come roaring through me ... I felt it and I knew that there was nothing that I could do to stop it. It rushed and soared and gushed straight up ... then it burst loose. My orgasm was the flames ... the leaping, shooting, sparking flames. I came with a cry ... with a scream ... with a curse and blessing to the gods. I looked at the heavens and swore that they opened up for a second! I looked at the god Pan and swore that he smiled a brief, fleeting smile.
I climbed down from the statue and sat on the ground ... spread my legs ... fingered my dripping cunt ... and watched Melody. My juices were merged with the creamy sweet fluid of Pan's. My cunt was hotter and wetter than it had ever been before in my life. My labia were so swollen that they looked like plump pears hanging on either side of my slit.
Melody was sucking the huge erection on Apollo. She was nibbling and tongue-teasing the tip ... her hands were slowly sliding up and down the enormous prick... she also was rubbing her nipples against his well-built thighs. She had an angelic smile on her face ... one of pure happiness ... I felt that she really loved to suck cock.
I rubbed my finger over my clitoris harder and harder ... I was so turned on by watching this beautiful child have so much pleasure. She was right ... she truly loved sex ... and I truly loved watching her. Her body thrilled me ... her soft, tiny breasts ... so well-formed ... her hard, pink nipples that stood out for all the world to see ... her pearly, pink cunt that peeked through her spread thighs ... her slender hips that had not an ounce of baby fat on them. She was gorgeous and delicious.
I found my mouth watering for a taste of her cunt ... I plunged my finger in deeper inside of me to try and stop the screaming ache. That didn't really satisfy my craving so I jammed two more fingers inside. I wiggled them around and moved them in and out. I pinched and tugged at my clitoris until it was beet-red and burning hot.
Melody had now stood up and was backing up to the stiff rod ... she spread the cheeks of her ass .. . fingered her tiny hole ... then slammed her body onto the metal sceptre. Her face was a mixture of pain ... shock ... and ecstasy. She didn't move for a second or two ... then she began to rotate her hips ... thus making the cock grind deep down inside of her.
I watched her in fascination ... the prick was enormous ... yet she was sliding up and down on ft with no trouble. It would slip out of her small puckered hole ... then be sucked back in by the action of her muscles. She was in heaven ... she was moving faster and faster ... she was going wild ... her body twisting and turning every which way to get more out of it.
I was beginning to phase out ... things were blurring ... I was going over the edge ... the brink of the abyss ... the brim of orgasm. I could feel my pussy heave and spasm ... I felt my insides convulse ... I saw Melody through a misty haze. I was coming ... she was coming ... we were coming ... the gods were coming ... the screams of the bygone centuries were ringing and pealing through the garden ... a voice tolled out, Thou shalt not make any graven images of me nor shalt thou pray unto them."
But I didn't heed the warning ... I prayed to the beautiful gods ... I prayed to their pleasure-giving devices ... I prayed to their magic ... to their lust-arousing skills.
CHAPTER TEN
I went over and picked Melody up off the ground, dusted her off, handed her clothes to her, and got dressed myself.
"Hey ... did you know that you're a real trip to watch?"
Melody looked at me through slightly crossed eyes and shook her head no.
"Well, just so you should know ... you are! You're probably one of the most fascinating ... lovely ... graceful creatures I know. What's more is that you obviously enjoy every minute of it. I like to watch someone doing something that they really get a kick out of," I gave a happy laugh.
"I'm glad," Melody replied dazedly, "I told you that I like sex ... you just got to see how much ... from a better perspective than the last time."
"Not that much of a better perspective," I giggled. "I got a little carried away myself."
"Listen, Joan, would you mind much if I went and took a nap for awhile? I'm one of those people that like to snooze afterwards. I'll only be over under the big tree at the south side of the house."
"Not having the vaguest idea what is the south side of the house ... the directions do me almost nil amount of good. But I certainly don't mind if you go and take a nap ... and I'm sure that someone could give me instructions how to get there," I smiled at her.
"Having heard what happened to you the last time you went in search of something in this place and didn't meet a soul ... I think that I better had show you where I mean ... then you can go exploring by yourself ... okay?"
"Fine by me ... how long will I have to go exploring?" I asked.
"Oh, take as long as you want, really. I'm not even sure how long I'll sleep ... sometimes it's only for fifteen or twenty minutes and sometimes it's for two or three hours. Listen, I tell you what ... if I wake up before you're back I'll either go in search of you ... leaving you a note or something ... or I'll go into the house for dinner if it is late," she said.
"The note isn't really necessary, honey; if it is late I'll know you're in the house and if it's early I'll know you're out looking for me ... so I'll stay put at the tree," I replied.
"Okay. That sounds fine ... just follow me to the tree ... that's a rhyme ... and then you are on your own!" she remarked.
Melody carefully led us out of the maze of the garden ... over the green rolling lawns of the estate to the south side of the house. There, under a big picture window, was an enormous elm tree.
Melody flopped down on the grass, waved to me, closed her eyes and looked like she had gone right to sleep.
"Sleep well, Alice in Wonderland, and don't go chasing any funny, talking white rabbits," I said softly.
She mustn't have been very asleep because I heard her giggling as I turned to go adventuring ... or exploring,' as she put it.
I wandered off down a gravel pathway ... I was sort of in search of someone I could talk to ... and sort of just looking at the lay of the land, trying to see more of the place that was now my residence. Actually, that was a task that I was convinced could take a person years to do. Certainly years to accomplish seeing all of it ... inside and out.
It was a beautiful place to look at ... no doubt about it. It was just that I wasn't certain that I wanted to live there. That old saying that they apply to New York: 'it's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there,' really ought to be applied to here. As I wandered around in the eerie silence, some of the old fear began to rise up and grip my insides.
Again I tried to figure out what it was that was so frightening about this place. I had more answers to my question ... and although they were vague at best, they were answers. But it didn't really convey any reason for fear to constantly pervade every step and every word and every breath of the people who lived here. I had reasoned with myself before that I wasn't normally a skitterish woman. I didn't get frightened by bugs ... or mice ... or snakes ... so why was I going through trauma about a place ... a location ... a geographical spot on the map? It made no sense whatsoever.
Suddenly one of the reasons came to me in a flash ... there was a silence ... yes ... but it was more than just a 'human sound' silence ... it was a silence of animals, birds, crickets ... any living creature! It was like we were all under a soundproof dome ... nothing could get out and nothing could get in.
That was when I knew that I was really frightened! Once I had thought of it I couldn't shake it ... I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. It has always been said that when a place was in a severe-danger situation ... like a forest fire ... you may not know it yet, but the animals do. They became very quiet and then they leave in screaming crying droves. Radiation fallout is supposed to do the same thing to them ... only they are supposed to just die, without a whimper or a squeak.
I'm not a bomb freak ... but this was getting on my nerves! I felt that I could easily become one without a moment's notice. I found myself quickly looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was following me ... constantly darting my eyes around so that I could see everything and not miss anything ... straining to hear sounds of footsteps, talking, something live. I knew from my college psychology courses in abnormal behavior that this was classified as acute paranoia.
That was what I was becoming ... a paranoid ... schizophrenic ... nuts! "Hey!" I yelled. Nothing ... nothing but the damnable silence. "Hey!" I tried again. Still nothing ... the sound bounced around in the air ... echoed back to me and fell flat at my feet. "Damnit! Somebody answer! Something squeak!" I started to cry. No response ... I was damned and determined that the goddamn ghoulies and ghosties of this insane asylum weren't going to get me! I took a deep breath ... pulled myself together and continued walking. If I never found anyone in these jaunts I wouldn't care ... at least I wouldn't let it bother me! I wasn't going to be driven mad by imaginary creepy-crawlies!
Then I saw a greenhouse a little further beyond me. I quickly dried my eyes, straightened my clothes and walked rapidly toward it. Maybe there would be someone there ... a gardener ... someone to tend the flowers ... greenhouse flowers need pretty constant watching over.
To my abject relief I saw something move inside of it. I pushed open the door and went inside ... down one of the long aisles was a young, semi-long-haired man. He was busily hosing down a row of large green plants. They looked like rainforest type plants. He hadn't heard me come in or else he was very absorbed in what he was doing because he didn't look up or acknowledge my presence in any way.
He looked up in surprise, "Oh, hello . .. sorry ... I didn't hear you come in.... I tend to bury myself in my work here ... besides, I don't get many visitors."
"That's all right," I wanly smiled, "my name's Joan Sumter ... I'm Melody's new governess."
"Howdy-do, Joan ... my name's Mark Alten and I'm the head gardener in this large complex. The only reason I'm the head gardener and not some old and ancient man is because I hold a degree in horticulture ... and besides, the old gardener was fired for strange and to this day unexplainable reasons."
"Yes ... Melody told me that you were part of the new crew here ... well... I'm the latest member of the one big happy family. It seems that governesses fare worse than the other help ... the turnover is bigger," I said sarcastically.
"Hey ... you sound upset," he said with concern.
"I am! I'm also pissed off with myself for letting this idiocy get to me ... you're the first person who didn't sound scared shitless ... and I'm not an easy person to frighten!" I was nearly in tears again.
"Whoa ... hang in there, honey. You're falling apart! That's no way to deal with the situation ... come on over here and sit down. Talk to me ... maybe I can help," he said comfortingly.
"Look ... I want it understood that I don't usually go around having hysterics ... that I am a calm, logic, reasonable, well-educated woman. I have tried ever since I got here to stop this feeling and to find out what caused it. . . what made the others leave ... because it certainly isn't Melody ... she is a sweetheart. I've tried to find out why everybody walks around like they were going to die tomorrow ... or they had been threatened with their fives if they talked," I gulped for air, "I have managed to pull a meager amount of information out of a few people, but it's not enough .. it's just not enough!"
"Yeah ... I can see that," he said softly. "You're doing just fine ... keep going."
"You said something about help ... yon can help me most of all by telling me how you manage to remain so cool while everything around you is falling apart ... or don't you notice the state of the union?"
"For beginners ... that was a terrible pun ... but it is forgiven because of your condition. The second thing is ... yes, I do notice what is going on around me, and yes, I do care. I happen to be very isolated here ... I think for a great deal it is deliberate. But then it is partially because I five off the premises ... that was in the contract ... I should get a place of my own in the nearby town and they would pay for it no matter what the expense," he chuckled.
"I should hope that they would pay for it ... with all the money they have .. . although they do give me an outrageous salary," he continued. "They also pay for all expenses including food.
Maybe that can show you why I think keeping me off the grounds at night is deliberate." "But why?' I asked.
"I'm not sure ... as a matter of fact it puzzled me when I first read the instructions ... but I figured what the hell ... where else was I going to get such an easy job with those kinds of benefits? I took it and asked no questions ... since then, I haven't been able to ask questions.
"I gather that part of your information source is Melody. I only get to see her when she is in the custody of someone else ... usually that big bruiser, Kurt. Poor kid ... she always looks so miserable. I've often felt like kidnapping her for a while ... but I'm the original ninety-pound weakling and Kurt is the bully on the beach ... I'll never make the strong-arm hero type. But that kid should definitely not be subjected to his kind."
"Oh, Kurt isn't really all that bad ... it's like Melody says ... he just plays their game too well. She isn't exactly afraid of him ... she just doesn't like the fact that he enjoys playing the bruiser, as you put it." I defended him, "He's as well-educated as you and Yvonne and I are ... and apparently he is here under the same kind of circumstances as we are ... virtual prisoners ... so his way of handling it is to pretend to be exactly what they want ... then they have less control over him.
"You see ... I have had a chance to get to know Kurt rather well. I was terrified of him when I first arrived ... he made me feel absolutely weird." I went on to explain, "I have since found out that that is really a charisma that he doesn't particularly know what to do with ... but I've heard him laugh ... so I know he is human."
"Sounds like you kind of dig the guy," Mark practically growled. "Maybe I spoke out of class about him."
"Please don't get nasty ... I didn't mean to hurt you or say that you didn't know what you were talking about. It's just that I have gotten to know another side of Kurt ... one that I'm sure not a lot of people get to see. And he does play the game too well!"
"Okay, forget it ... I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have gotten surly with you ... you were just trying to give me more to go on." He smiled ruefully, "Am I forgiven?"
"Of course you are ... there's nothing really to forgive. But I forgive you anyway," I laughed.
"That's better ... you know, you really do have a nice laugh ... should try it more often. ... I know," he said, holding up his hands. "I know ... it's not easy. Hey ... I hear that Melody is no slouch in the brains department either."
"That's for sure ... that kid has more knowledge almost than I do. What she is drastically lacking in is knowledge about the outside world and how it functions. That's what I'm going to teach her ... anyway ... anyhow that I can. It's going to take some squeezing in between all the other things that her parents have laid out for her ... but I'm going to do it!" I emphatically declared.
It was like I was convincing myself that I could ... that I would stick this mess out just to be able to accomplish that one goal."
"Gotta admit ... that sounds mighty positive. I like that kind of talk," he grinned encouragingly.
"By the way," I interrupted, "remember just a few minutes ago I said something about being virtual prisoners here?"
He nodded.
"Well... if you tried to leave town ... Do you think you could?" I stumbled along, "What I mean is ... do you think that you would be allowed to leave?"
"That's a most intriguing question," Mark mused. "I hadn't really thought about it ... of course, I must confess, when I have noticed something awry I have tried to ignore it because I was blocked off and couldn't ask anyone any questions. I felt rather than frustrate myself I would give everything and everybody the benefit of the doubt. Consequently ... I have steadfastly ignored the fact that I didn't feel free to split anytime that I wanted. ... I kept telling myself that I really didn't want to leave ... after all, think of the advantages ... I would be a fool to leave such a cushy job. That way I at least keep my nerves intact until a better solution hops along."
"So that's how you do it!" I exclaimed. "I suppose it's valid ... I wouldn't call it the most involved way of dealing with the problem ... but in your case I can see how it would be about the only solution."
"Yup ... it made some kind of sense to me," he replied.
We sat in silence for a few minutes but then I began to get fidgety... I was beginning to dread silence. I kept having the urge to fill up the empty spaces ... except the only thing that I had to fill it up with was babble. I couldn't make intelligent conversation at these times if I had to. I knew things were getting bad when I got to that stage because I usually could talk my head off about anything and everything.
Mark must have felt my uneasiness because he started talking again, "Ah .. listen ... do they let you off the grounds at night?"
"I don't know ... I've never tried ... I haven't been here really that long. ... It just seems that way sometimes."
"Well, what I mean is ... if you asked them for a night off or out or something like that... do you think that they would let you go ... or do you think that they would try to stop you?" he questioned.
"Mark ... I really don't know. I suspect that they would try to stop me ... but maybe that's just my paranoia rearing its ugly head. I've developed a rather good case of it as of late," I said seriously.
"Would you be willing to try ... would you sneak out if you had to?" he pressed on. "I haven't done that since college but ... What do you have in mind, anyway?" I asked suddenly.
"I told you that I have this apartment outside of the premises ... so ... it's like this ... I was thinking that if you could get out tonight that you would come to my place and we could really talk things over. We could get better acquainted," he abruptly stopped and blushed, "and not that way ... I wouldn't knock it if it happened but that isn't what I am thinking of ... I really meant get better acquainted. . . ."
"Mark ... I'm not exactly the prudish type and I'm not that slatterish yet ... like you said ... if something should happen ... who am I to knock it... groovy!"
He laughed, "Okay, I just didn't want you to think that I didn't really care and that I was only trying to get you into bed."
"So? What if you had? At least you would have been giving me incentive to try and go out on my own ... to change the pattern ... willfully change it. ... That certainly would have accomplished something?
"Right on ... I hadn't thought of it that ... well, anyway ... you have a hell of a lot more information than I do ... but I have a different view point and perspective ... so maybe if we combined our talents we could come up with an answer. The least we could do is broaden the possibilities and give ourselves more to work with. Not to mention forming a new friendship and alliance," he happily concluded.
"Mark ... that sounds great! Damned if I'm not excited! I feel like I just got a reprieve on the chair! I'll probably have to sneak out ... hope I can remember how without blowing it. ... I really can't see them letting me out," I fairly glowed with rejuvenation.
"Yeah ... somehow it doesn't sound too plausible that they would be thrilled about the idea," he wryly commented. "And don't worry about remembering how to get out ... once learned, it's not something one tends to forget."
I laughed, "You're right about that ... all right, where do I meet you and how do I get there?"
"You go out the front gate ... which I know for a fact is not locked at night... inconceivable as it may sound. ... If it is locked just climb over the gate. Then you walk down the road a piece until you come to the edge of town ... the way you can tell that is that that's where the lights start. Just keep going down the same road for two blocks, then turn right ... it's the first house on the left. If you ring the bell three times I'll buzz you in. I have the whole top floor," he finished, almost running out of breath.
"Great!" I exclaimed, "I shouldn't have any trouble finding that. I don't know exactly when I'll be able to manage to get out ... but look for me around ten. ... If I'm later, please don't give up ... I'll come no matter what!"
"It's a deal!" he grinned.
Then he took me into his arms and kissed me gently on the cheek ... squeezed me and then let me go.
"See you tonight," he said softly. "Tonight," I replied.
I left the greenhouse in much better shape than when I had arrived. I had some hope back ... I had found a new friend ... and this one I knew wasn't going to be scared out of action. I felt great! I looked up at the sky and realized that it was too late to meet Melody so I decided to go on up to the house. I didn't feel too badly about missing her because I knew that in the long run this was going to be for her good too.
I realized that I was putting a lot of stock into Mark and that I hardly knew him ... but somehow it felt right. I instinctively sensed that this was the one person that could release us from the insanity that we were now involved in. Maybe he could even pull Rex and Carlotta out ... since Melody had said that they weren't always like this.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When I got back to my room I found Yvonne waiting for me.
"Jesus! Am I that late?" I cried.
"You're not late at all," she laughed, looking at my panic-stricken face. "Now you can calm down and stop running around like a chicken with your head cut off."
"Darn you ... I thought that I had really fucked up this time." I flopped down on the bed with a great sigh of relief. "You know that's not fair ... what are you doing here then ... this early?"
"I thought you would never ask," she giggled. "Tonight you're to have dinner in your room."
"Why? Have I done something wrong?" My mind flashed to Mark. "No I couldn't have ... or you wouldn't be grinning like a Cheshire cat. Okay, I give up ... what's the big joke?"
"Actually ... I don't know why the dinner in the room bit ... but I was remembering the first day that you came here and a certain little interaction that took place between us. I was remembering it with a great fondness. . . ."
"And so you just thought that while we had such a golden opportunity ... why blow it ... ah ... I mean why not blow it. Yes?" I looked at her slyly.
"Ah ... something like that ... yes," she said impishly. "That is, if you want to ... I don't know if you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"You're on, Yvonne! Besides ... you know that I liked it as much as you 'cause I told ya so." I grinned broadly.
"So you did ... so you did. Well now ... that's settled ... come take your bath ... I have it all ready for you," she said demurely.
I had a good feeling that Yvonne had a very special bath in mind for me. ... I also had a feeling that it was one that I was going to enjoy very much!
"Should I undress myself?" I turned and asked her.
"By all means. ... I want you as naked as a new-born babe when you come to me. I want you in the fresh pure state of innocence."
"Yvonne ... aren't you asking a little much? I mean, I lost that a long time ago and nakedness isn't going to restore worth two shits."
"Joan, darling ... it is all a state of mind anyway ... don't you know that?" she told me gently. "Innocence can never be lost if you don't wish it to be ... and that doesn't stop lust from coming through or being, either ... it's just if you think yourself innocent then you are no matter what you've done ... if you don't think that ... well then ... you have convinced yourself that you're not. You are by far one of the most beautifully innocent women I know.
"You look at everything as a new experience to be tried before throwing it out ... and you don't let a poor experience fuck you up for the next new thing that might come along," she continued. "That's the major reason why Melody and I love you so much. That's why you love Melody ... she can't be soiled because she doesn't believe that there is anything to feel soiled about!"
"Oh, Yvonne, that's one of the most beautiful things that anyone has ever said about me ... thank you," I said softly.
"By the way ... that's also why you elicit trust from others ... why they want to tell you then-worst fears and greatest joys."
At that she turned around and headed for the bathroom. I stood in the middle of the room thinking about what she had just said ... it made me glow inside. I felt that I had a better chance than ever before of helping these people here. I slowly started to get undressed ... anticipating the coming events with eagerness.
I could already feel my cunt begin to pulse and glow with the heat of desire. My sweet juices were beginning to trickle down my thighs ... my body was beginning to radiate lust. Pure lust! I had it on good authority that that was definitely the best kind!
I slowly undulated towards the bathroom ... feeling every tiny ripple ... every small purl of my body. It was luxuriating in the knowledge of its "beauty ... of the special treatment it was going to be given ... of the love it was going to be shown. My breasts were walking proud ... leading the way like two noble soldiers.
When I got to the bathroom door I could smell all the good oils that Yvonne had used in my bath. I could see the mountains of soap bubbles piling out of the tub and onto the floor. Yvonne stood patiently waiting for me to come ... she was still dressed ... in all white. Somehow that hadn't seemed significant before ... but now it was very significant. She looked like some angel from heaven with her long, glistening, glinting, black hair ... her marble-like white translucent skin and her ruby lips. Her eyes were lavender pools of fire!
"Come on in my pretty," she murmured, motioning to the tub.
Heat flashes ran rampant through me when she said that ... I wanted to attack on sight ... but instead I climbed demurely into the tub. It was good and hot... the oils immediately clung to my skin, making it slithery to the touch. She went and dimmed the lights so that they almost looked like candles. They even seemed to flicker and jump as a flame would. The light bounced and danced on top of the soap bubbles, making them iridescent.
I stretched my legs ... tightened my muscles ... felt the water softly swirl around me ... and lay back in the tub. I felt pampered and spoiled ... the world was mine and I knew it. I looked at my tits floating just above the water line ... my y nipples looking, like two tiny islands. They were hard and deep coral in color.
Yvonne came and kneeled by the side of the tub ... she slowly reached in and began to stroke my nipples. I felt my pussy twitch with her touch ... my clitoris throb ... my pussy lips start to swell. The heat rose from the water ... the smell of the oils assailed my senses ... the heat from my body merged and mingled with that of the water ... the musk odor of lust - my lust converged with that of the oil.
I was moaning and gripping the edge of the marble bath. My whole being was shuddering and vibrating with each tiny graze that passed over me. I looked up at Yvonne's enigmatic, smiling face ... I wanted her so badly ... but mine was to be done to ... not to do.... I had to wait. I felt as if it was going to drive me crazy . .. her skin glowed with an unearthly light ... her lips were like blood drops waiting to be bitten.
I knew that her cunt ... her sweet cunt had to be as wet and hot as mine. I knew her breasts had to ache from wanting to be touched ... I knew her body had to be demanding a fair return. My own was screaming at me... telling me to guide her hand down . .. down to my greatest pleasure spot of all. Yelling that it was being tortured to insanity ... but still no relief ... she just kept slowly brushing over my nipples.
"Yvonne!" I cried, "Yvonne ... please fuck my pussy ... please play with my clitoris ... oh God ... please!"
All she did was to lean over and kiss my burning lips. It was a long passionate kiss. She forced my mouth open ... silenced my pleas and slipped her tongue with snakelike quickness deep into the recesses of my mouth. Our tongues met and clashed ... they battled for ground ... they pushed and prodded against each other. Her tongue won out ... it tickled and teased mine ... it forced it further and further back ... it pushed it aside and slid down further into my throat.
Then she began to pinch my nipples with her sharp nails. She would draw them up and then abruptly let them go. I tried to toss my head ... I tried to move around ... away ... but I was held tightly by her mouth. Her teeth were cutting into my lips ... chewing them ... matching mine to the color of hers. I made a long, guttural sound ... it rose from the bottom of my guts ... up ... up ... up into my throat ... and finally bursting forth.
Suddenly she was fiercely biting my nipples and massaging my breasts with a roughness that I didn't know she possessed. I almost pulled her into the tub with me ... but just barely managed to sustain my compulsive urge. I began to thrash my legs around ... trying to get some release from the sharp pain in my crotch. It hurt so much that I was crying and whimpering.
Then her hands started to slide down my torso. I prayed that she was going to my cunt ... I could almost feel her long, slender finger shoving its way up into my vagina ... I could almost feel the slow twisting and turning that it would make against my walls. She strayed along my hip bones ... squeezing them ... caressing them ... scratching them ... teasing me beyond belief. She seemed to be deliberately taunting me.
Finally she moved to the top of my mound ... there she played with my pubic hair, twining it around her fingers ... tangling it up and plucking them out one by one. Her finger came so close to my clitoris that I could feel the heat of it. It pushed closer and closer, never letting up on the tension. Her other hand was still caressing my hips ... sliding over towards my ass, then back again.
Suddenly, with one swift movement she had lifted my ass from the water ... lifted my cunt high and dry and had engulfed it with her mouth. She had taken my whole pussy right into her hungry mouth and was eating it in a way that would have made one think that she was starving. I was the starving one of this team! I was the one with a diet deficiency! I was the one craving ... craving for a taste ... to be tasted!
Her taunting tongue glided and slid over my pounding clitoris. It coaxed it to its full size ... it hit it ... curved around it ... and sucked it. She jammed her finger into my ass to keep it up in the air. She shoved her thumb into my pussy to help keep it up in the air.
I pushed down on her finger in my ass and rolled my hips around and around. It burned and stung but it felt so good. I could feel my cunt getting hotter and hotter ... I could feel the walls squeezing and grabbing on her long digit. I felt her incredible thumb bend back and forth, as if it was double jointed ... pressing against the top, then the bottom of my hole.
She began to suck on me faster ... screw my ass faster ... fuck my cunt faster. She had me going in all directions at once. I was screaming ... yelling ... laughing ... crying ... moaning ... grinding ... rolling ... writhing ... twisting ... turning. I was bound and determined to feel it all at once! I wanted to be every sensation running through me ... not just feel them ... be them.
Then it happened ... I was the heat running ... flaring ... leaping. I was the shivers skittering ... rippling ... purling. I was the spasms vibrating ... rolling ... billowing all through me. I was the passion and lust of ourselves ... I was sex and purity ... the inner and outer coverings of our beings. I was love ... I was raw emotion ... flashing on and off ... flying around our heads.
Yvonne's finger was drilling deep into the dark caverns of my anus ... forcing the tight hole to open up for it ... forcing the muscles to suck it in deeper ... to invite it to trespass in their territory. Her thumb was making new roadways in my vagina ... probing and prodding the soft velvet walls ... crawling its way up into the sacred grotto until I finally felt the tip of her fingernail scraping at the edge of the black pool. Her tongue was coaxing ... egging ... urging my clitoris on to bigger and better things ... convincing it that it could do whatever its wildest fantasies were.
I felt my feverish piece of flesh become convinced of its own power and begin to grow ... grow ... grow until I thought that it surely had to explode. It did ... so did my cunt ... so did my ass ... all at once the burst flew into tiny little pieces all around the room. The orgasm rocked me back and forth in the tub, causing minor tidal waves.
I grabbed her without a further moment's hesitation. I was not going to miss out on her this time ... she had done me last time with no reciprocation and she wasn't going to get away with it tins time. I tore and ripped at her clothing, only to discover that it was nothing more than the dress. I took a long look at her luscious body.
Her breasts were large and firm ... her waist was slender and then flared out into her hips. Her long tapered legs wrapped themselves around mine and began to squeeze. I wasn't having any ... I forced one of my legs between hers and started to rub my thigh against her cunt. She had a full, hairless mound made just for loving ... lots of loving.
Now I teased myself ... because I knew that there wasn't going to be a finer-tasting pussy for miles around ... not at that particular moment. But I was prolonging the final period ... prolonging the ultimate end ... prolonging the inevitable. I pressed my leg harder and harder against her slick wet pussy. I made her juices flow with a vengeance from her hole. I made her moan in an ecstasy of pleasure.
I needed her ... she needed me ... at that moment we were joined together ... irrevocably united. Her soft lips spread themselves flat on top of my thigh ... her pussy hole suctioned itself to me ... her clitoris caressed and throbbed against me. I pulled her down so that she was flat on top of me. I ground and rubbed our bodies together. I had to know every dip and curve of her ... every swell and valley ... every bone and muscle. I had to know her very being. I pressed harder and harder ... driving her to the brink . .. just the brink ... I wanted her to ride the crest of the wave as she had done for me.
We moaned ... we sloshed ... we crushed ... we sharpened our lust to a fine edge ... we whetted our beings to a superb point... we stoked our fires to a raging inferno. Just when I felt the crashing wave of orgasm rent its way up through her I grabbed her and yanked her up to my face. I sank my teeth ... tongue ... lips ... mouth onto her polished mound.
I gulped, licked and chewed as hard and as fast as I could. The spasms rolled and rolled in her ... her juices flowed out in a steady stream ... her clitoris jumped and pounded against my tongue. I couldn't get enough of her fast enough. I kept sucking and eating ... tasting everything ... jamming my tongue up into her pussy ... grasping her labia and pulling on them ... nuzzling at her clitoris with my nose.
I drove her with a fury unbeknownst to me in the past ... I had never felt such a maddening power grip me like this. I was ravishing her body like I hadn't had someone in a century ... like I had waited for her all my life ... like it was a matter of life and death. I felt the room slowly dissolve and become a meager hut... a shack.
We were in a wooden tub and she was Mary and I was Mary and we were lovers waiting for our loved to come home. Then it dissolved again and we were us and the tub was of marble and we were lovers waiting for truth.
I plunged my tongue into her harder and faster ... I slammed my finger into her ass ... then two fingers into her ass. I was furious ... vicious ... fierce ... beyond control. I could hear her dimly through my insanity ... I could hear her cries and screams ... I could see her face through the mist of passion ... I could see the joy emanate from it.
Then ... oh God ... could I feel it ... it was roaring and screaming through us like a whirlwind ... a tornado ... a rip-tide hurricane ... jerking us up ... tossing us around ... and hurling us back down again. It was amazing ... it was fantastic ... it was heavenly] We lay very still as the water slowly subsided to its normal level. The oil swirled around on top of it and us ... making pretty tranquillizing patterns. Yvonne was the first to move ... she got up on her knees and took a washcloth and some soap. She soaped the washcloth very carefully and thoroughly and then she began to apply it to my body.
I observed every minute detail with great interest ... I couldn't understand how she could even move ... I was beyond all overt action for some time to come. At least, that's what I sincerely believed. It seems that it was all a joke that my body was playing on me.
This revelation dawned on me when I began to feel the faint stirrings in my crotch. I looked at Yvonne in disbelief.
"You're not planning to start all over again ... are you?"
"No ... that was quite enough for me ... it would spoil it if we went beyond that ... I am just bathing you, my princess," she replied quietly.
"Sometimes I wonder about you," I murmured, "like ... how come the princess' title ... not that I object, mind you, to being treated like royalty."
"Then if you don't mind ... why ask? You are a princess ... to me, anyway ... therefore I will treat you as one and will call you one. I only call people by what they deserve and are."
I had to think about that for a while. I didn't really trust myself to speak so I sat in silence and let Yvonne administer her lovely, loving treatment upon me. The stirrings were still there ... but to my surprise they remained that way ... small stirrings. Her gentle touch ... the velvet like washcloth ... all felt very soothing. It was like she was rubbing the glow of the orgasm into me for safe keeping.
Then she helped me out of the tub and tenderly dried me off. She brushed my hair and powdered my body. She took my face into her hands and delicately kissed my lips. She turned me around and gently pushed me to the door ... not a word had passed between us. I thought that she was going to shortly follow me ... maybe after she cleaned up. I almost turned back to take her with me ... but something told me to go on ahead ... that was what she wanted.
My bedroom was very dark ... I thought I remembered leaving the lights on but I couldn't be sure so I dismissed the thought from my mind. I could see the faintest of lights way over in a corner ... it seemed like it was coming from the magic picture that would come alive at the touch of a button. There also appeared to be a vague odor floating around. I chalked it up to being the oils seeping out from the bathroom ... although this was a very musk-like smell and the oils had been sweet.
I went over to my bed ... miraculously not bumping into anything ... and sat down. I thought that Yvonne was going to bring me my dinner and I was starved! I was feeling very relaxed, almost sleepy ... if it weren't for the hunger pains needling me I probably would have gone right to sleep. Then I suddenly thought of Marie... I wondered what time it was ... I didn't want to mess that up. I leaned across the bed to try and see the clock which was on the other side when suddenly ... I felt a viselike grip on my arms and legs. Actually, on my wrists and ankles.
I was fairly lifted up off the bed and then laid back down in the middle of it. Then I felt something being wrapped around my wrists and ankles and pulled out spread-eagle fashion. When I tried to move them back to my side I realized that they were tied up. I wriggled them around in the ties and discovered that my bonds were made of velvet.
I was straining to hear the sound of human breathing ... this reminded me much too much of my first dinner with the disembodied hands and toes playing with me ... all I could hear was the thumping of my own heart ... and rather loudly at that. Then I tried to hear if Yvonne had gone out of the room ... nothing. For a few minutes I wasn't touched or approached at all ... so I just lay there trying to calm down and relax.
Suddenly I smelled food ... then I felt the prodding of a fork at my mouth ... then I tasted the food. It was absolutely delicious and I was ravenous. The sweet, succulent meat slid down my throat like butter. The juices dribbled down my chin and formed small puddles by my neck. I found that I was becoming more and more turned on ... the slight burning embers that Yvonne had kindled were now being nurtured into a bonfire.
Then I heard a soft, almost inaudible voice ... it could have even been coming from my subconscious ... it said, "Take ... eat... this is my body ... take ... drink ... this is my blood. ..." I almost choked on the piece of meat I was swallowing. I gagged ... coughed ... and gagged again. Just at that moment I felt a hand begin to caress my trembling body. It was quite persuasive and with its continuous petting motions I soon forgot what had been said.
I strained against the velvet bonds, but they faithfully held me. I had apparently finished the meal and was being given my desert. I was stroked and caressed ... fondled and petted ... embraced and kissed from top to toe. I still couldn't see or hear what was doing this to me ... if I tried extremely hard I could barely manage to make out an outline ... but it took too much effort to hold it.
I was becoming completely wrapped up in the sensations of my body ... in the tingling feeling running through it... in the dripping, sticky wetness of my cunt... in the hardness of my nipples ... in the pulsing of my clitoris ... in the throbbing of my hole ... in the spasms of my stomach. I felt a thousand fleeting grazes over me. I felt the prickle of a feather stem ... the tickle of a feather end. I felt wetness touch me ... I felt heat touch me.
I felt a finger in my hole. I felt a finger on my nipple ... then another on my other nipple ... then one in my ass ... then fifteen or twenty all over me ... every sensitive spot that I could possibly, conceivably have was touched. My juices would fill up in my cunt, then come spurting out in jets of viscous fluid. I was being teased and taunted and played with at something's will.
All at once I felt a steel-hard rod slam its way into me. Its burning, twisting coldness shot through me like a knife. I screamed out more from fright than pain. I felt like it was going to splice me in two ... I felt like I was never going to be the same ... I felt like I was going to die ... I felt like I was going to have to be resurrected ... I felt like I was a martyr saint being crucified.
I cried ... I screamed ... I tossed and fought the object ramming into me. But it kept going ... repeatedly drilling into me ... repeatedly impaling me ... repeatedly desecrating me ... then it turned into oblivion. I was moving with the wind high up in the air ... high ... high above the stratosphere ... high above the world called earth. I was free ... I was one of them ... one of the spirits that ruled and watched over earthlings.
I moved with the force fucking me ... with the energy screwing me. I felt it invade my anus ... then my cunt. I crawled along the dirt with the entities that built the earth ... with the elements that made and created the underside of the earth ... I was one of them. I was one of them ... the people that populated the earth ... I was fucking and screwing just like a normal human being.
Then I could no longer contain myself ... I burst forth like a rocket... I jetted upwards with the rocket... the rocket that was inside of me ... pumping me with fuel! I felt the orgasm of the cock ... the orgasm of me ... the orgasm of the detached penis inside of my severed cunt! I felt the orgasm surge through me ... drive through me ... force me to feel totally ... in totality] Eventually I became aware that I had been released and was apparently alone. I shakily got up off the bed and found my way to the light switch. All signs of anyone being there or of my having eaten were gone. Erased without a trace left behind.
Suddenly I remembered Mark. That was the second time I had almost forgotten him! I swirled around to look at the clock ... I knew my time sense well enough to know that it probably had gone haywire. It was almost one o'clock! I had told Mark that I would be there around ten or eleven. I threw on some clothes ... praying that he was still waiting up for me ... and quietly snuck down the stairs to the front door.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I had run all the way and was very out of breath when I arrived at Mark's apartment. I rang the buzzer three times like he had told me to, then waited ... it felt like hours before I heard the answering buzz. I shoved open the door and flew up the stairs. I nearly collided with Mark, who was standing at the top of them.
"I had just about given up on your coming," he said.
"Thank God you didn't," I declared.
He kissed me ... slipped his arm around my waist and led me into his house.
'What happened?" he asked once we got inside.
"Damned if I know!" I replied, "Really know ... that is. I could relate to you all the facts concerning this case ... but I ain't at all sure I could make sense out of them. It just goes along with the rest of the pattern that has been developed ever since I got there."
"So sit down ... lack off your shoes ... make yourself comfortable ... let me make you a drink ... relax ... and tell me what has been going on with you," he firmly stated.' He went over to a small bar in the corner of his j living room ... held up a gin bottle-I nodded yes ... and made me a gin and tonic. I reached out ] and took it from him ... took a gulp ... and th smiled. I felt the alcohol travel down to my stomach, then lie there glowing.
"That ... kind sir ... is a blessed relief. Well, I guess I had better start at the beginning ... or I none of this will make much sense to you. The j house is one of an obsessive sexual atmosphere. I| no sooner got to my room from the airport when I ran across a picture with a small button underneath it. The picture is very beautiful and lifelike and I was sort of turned on anyway ... so I go: really hung-up in it. Then I pressed the button ... it came alive!
"If that wasn't enough ... Yvonne came in and joined in on my masturbating session ... only she finger-fucked met You see ... the picture was of two quite young nymphettes balling each other. Then there was the dinner that night. I was played with by unseen beings ... under the table ... through the whole meal. I thought at first that it was Mr. and Mrs. Lanigan and Melody who were doing it ... but after a while I wasn't so sure. And I'm still not sure!
"The next day it was me and Melody in a pool ... and I have never even had designs on a kid before. Then me and Rex in the schoolroom ... Melody had left. And finally, that night ... me and Kurt in a strange empty room lit only by candles ... in which he put some kind of hallucinatory oil on my body. It was not only trippy but an aphrodisiac to boot!
"The third day I went in search of Mrs. Lanigan to talk to her but I didn't get too far because I got sidetracked by a room with mirrors. And if that sounds crazy to you ... you should have been there. It had some kind of gas that makes you want to he down ... do not pass go ... do not collect two hundred dollars! I lay down and when I woke up the mirrors became one-way dealies with people behind them. At least I think they were people! I watched them have an orgy until I could stand it no longer and had to do something about myself. Well ... I did\ I made my clitoris become a cock and proceeded to fuck myself. Don't ask me how because I don't know!
"That night we have a little entertainment for some big-wig with me as the star attraction. Not that I knew I was going to be ... mind you ... and actually I shared the limelight with Kurt. We had a wedding ... Rex was the preacherman ... then we consummated the marriage right up there on stage for all the world to see. At least for all the audience to see. But we couldn't ball like two normal people ... oh no ... we had to fly in midair to consummate our marriage. Don't worry ... it isn't illegal.
"With me so far?" I didn't wait for an answer. "So today Melody takes me out to a garden ... the one with the statues. I bet you didn't know that those are very unique statues ... they fuck! Honest to God! So, we did and they did and everybody did.
"Now we're up to tonight. I get back into the house and discover that I'm going to have dinner in my room. Yep ... I sure did do that thing. Yvonne gave me a bath ... a very special bath in which we made a lot of love ... bathed me ... and then prepared me. For what, I didn't know ... I thought she was just being sweet. Well, she was, and she was also preparing me for a great surprise ... I have yet to know whether she knew about the surprise or not.
'1 was starved and thought that I was going to finally get some dinner ... yes, to answer your question, I got fed. But it had to be in the strangest damn manner I have ever known. I was grabbed by disembodied hands ... mind you, I had walked into my room which had been plunged into the weirdest light ... it was there but it wasn't. I was thrown onto the bed ... tied up with velvet ribbons ... fed ... then fucked ... in that order! When I came to ... having sort of momentarily passed out ... it was like nobody and nothing had been or happened there.
"And that brings you up to date on the sexual activity of the monster house." I let out a big sigh.
"All right... so they are the weirdest sex freaks you have ever run across," Mark finally said, "but that doesn't give a full picture ... it leaves out the reason for fear. I'll grant you that their methods for convincing someone that they want to participate in their fun and games is a little unorthodox ... but ... and that is a big but ... it still doesn't fit. It doesn't ring right!"
"Oh yes ... I agree ... but you see I have deliberately left out the exciting part. I wanted you to get a complete picture of the sex first. It plays a very important part in our interesting little saga!" I said dryly.
"I see ... well, I think that I'm sufficiently filled in on that part... so please continue with the tale of the Lanigans," Mark urged.
"Ah ha\ I see I have whetted your appetite with all that sexy stuff ... huh. Well, no longer, my fine young friend ... the good part's over," I grinned evilly at him.
"I like my sex as well as anyone else ... I am even willing to try new forms and experiment here and there. And as Yvonne pointed out ... I'm willing to overlook the experiments that don't quite come off ... not let them wreck my will to seek out bigger and better things. But this little soiree has almost been the straw that broke the camel's back.
"It hasn't been the experiences per se. They have been really fantastic! It's the undertones that go along for the ride. Okay, take the first dinner ... the room was a bare room ... rough-hewn plank tables and benches ... no servants ... roughly made simple robes worn by the family. Then there was the food and what it was served on ... unglazed earthenware and the food was the kind they ate back in Jesus' day.
"Heed that name well! I am one for nights of fancy ... I always have been ... especially if I'm having particularly super-trippy sex. I let my imagination go off with itself ... thus end up thinking I'm flying ... I'm a bird ... or the stars ... or some such thing.
"Sit up and take note of this ... I have never ... and I repeat ... never ... thought that I was another person! With almost every sexual encounter at Lanigan's I have suddenly imagined myself either Mary Magdalene, or else some saint, or a martyr! Understand that I am not a religious person! Once would have been all right... but that consistently is a little beyond reality!
"Then there is the thing about the voices I keep hearing. Yes, you heard me right ... voices!! And they don't say loving, endearing things into my shell-pink-like ears. They quote parts of the bible to me ... the parts that could give me a super guilt complex. I said I wasn't religious ... but I fast could become so out of self-protection ... I could even find myself signing up for instant courses in how to be a nun.' "It's really got me that spooked! Combine that with the ungodly silences in that place and often not even a human being or two to break the monotony ... and you have a superb mixture for driving someone insane!
"So you see there is a little more going on than freaky sex-weirdies ... voices, Mark, can you explain that one away? Can you come up with a simple rationale for that? I can guarantee that I'm not hearing things ... don't ask me how I can do that... but I can!"
"I believe you," Mark replied quietly, "and I didn't guarantee any answers ... miracles ... or actual solutions. I just said that we might be able to combine brains and come up with a little more than you have right now!"
"Yeh ... that is what you said," I agreed.
"Now ... you went and got yourself all worked up again ... that's no good 'cause it ain't going to solve a thing! Take it easy ... I'm not saying that you don't have excellent reason to be upset... because I sincerely believe you do ... but you've, got to go slower with yourself," he said gently.
I nodded agreement. I knew he was right ... I was beginning to act like a foolish, hysterical school girl. But at this point I just wanted the whole thing to stop. I wanted it to get out of my life and leave me alone, in peace.
"So ... have you come up with anything?" I asked Mark. "Possibly ..." he mused, "I might have a reason for the others leaving in such a hurry."
"Yeah? For God's sake ... what?"
"Well, it boils down to this ... take a semi-religious woman ... one who hasn't been able to totally deny the church. One who pretends to be hip and intellectual... or rather logical about the subject. Then combine that with her sexual proclivities which are actually in the same class ... they are pretending to be hip but really are very grounded in the old school of thinking ..." he paused, then continued.
"The one that says sex isn't really for nice girls ... so they sleep around a lot because that's the thing to do ... but they either hate it or at least they don't enjoy it. Got me that far?"
"Uh huh," I grunted noncommittally.
"Okay. You said it yourself ... it was almost enough to make you feel guilty. If it was almost for you ... than what do you suppose it was for them! I would be willing to bet.. . and I am not a betting man ... that if we checked in the convents around the country ... they would have suddenly gotten an increase ... or at least three of them would, by one each. What do you want to bet?"
"The odds are too good in your favor," I laughed, "you know? Come to think of it ... I bet you're right ... now!!! You want to know what else I figured out?"
"Sure ... fire away ... that was the whole point of this."
"All right ... they're in convents ... how many are supported by the Lanigans and for what purpose are they used? You know ... like they are a teaching convent ... or a mercy convent ... or medical ... or missionary ... begging ... recluse ... or how about a convent based on the original St. Paul's teachings and his time slot?"
"Oh boy ... I think I see what you mean," he whistled, "for instance ... go back to the roots of the whole church ... but the roots were pretty weird then ... kind of what we would call sacrilegious and fanatical at the same time, huh."
"Well, sort of ... the fanatical part ... yes ... that would be St. Paul. But you see ... what I have pictured is their taking that part and deliberately putting it in a Roman-type setting .. the pagan gods and all."
"Shit! But why?" Mark retorted.
"Try this on for size ... the first governess saw Melody receive her birthday present from her father ... he balled her. This was something she wanted. The first governess was a little crazy ... but the dangerous kind. She threatened to kidnap Melody and put her in this place if the Lanigans didn't give it money. Notice I have boiled it down to one convent and not three."
"That makes sense ... but the Roman part doesn't fit then," Mark pointed out.
"Maybe it is and maybe it isn't a Bacchanalian atmosphere. Maybe they freak out the women by the sex and then the voices and that's all the sex has to do with it. ... Or ... maybe they are sending damaged goods as a way of fighting this woman ... or maybe the woman wanted damaged goods so she could convert them. Anyway, it still boils down to the same thing ... blackmail and threat of kidnap," I finished off.
"Damn if you haven't hit it on the head ... the bigger they are ... the harder they can fall. Right?" he said admiringly.
"Yep!" I replied. "Then there's the 'servants.' Could Yvonne know and be playing along with it ... is she being blackmailed by the Lanigans ... is she from the place and is sane enough to pass on the outside if the atmosphere isn't too straight ... or is she doing it as a favor to the Lanigans, thinking she is helping them?"
"Honey, it could be any one of those ... that's something we may never find out ... but it's something that we are going to have to look into at another time," he said. "But if we're going to find out at all ... you're going to have to be the instrument by which we do it. I don't even know her and besides, I think ... from what you have told me ... she trusts you."
"I think so," I replied.
"You know ... we're going to have to figure a way for you to get out of there. And unless you can convince them that they would be better off telling the police ... or better yet convince Melody that this is what is really happening ... and she should tell the police ... I think you're going to have to go the old route of escape. You know, over the prison walls and all that. The big bust-out," Mark teased.
"Okay. James Cagney ..." I laughed, "just how do you propose to do this daring feat?"
"I said we ... dear lady ... We are going to have to get you out. Don't you watch any late-night T.V.? The guy on the inside is always the one who makes the plans ... and the guy on the outside is only a flunky who is to carry out the boss's instructions." Mark told me patiently ... like he would a moron.
"I'll tell you, friend, I'm not the boss of this gang ... and if I was ... I have just resigned the gig. So you make the great plans ... I'll just carry out the orders!" I told him.
"AH ... gee whizz ... you're no fun ... but okay, party-pooper ... I'll come up with something brilliant. ... Meanwhile ... why don't you come over here and sit by me," he beckoned to me, "I would like to show you what loving can be without having to be freaky or weird."
"You know ... that sounds like a great idea," I enthusiastically responded.
I went over to the sofa-bed where he was sitting and plopped myself beside him. This was only one of the facilities that he could use as a bed ... I hadn't asked ... but I had a feeling that I knew who had done his decor. ... And it wasn't him, He put his arm on my shoulder ... pulled me to him ... and very, very gently kissed me.
I felt my mouth voluntarily open ... my body shiver pleasurably ... my tongue searched out his. I let my tongue play chasing games with his ... run back and forth from mouth to mouth. I felt so good ... so warm ... so equal with Mark. I didn't feel like I was having to struggle to keep me to myself. It was the best loving that I had had since I had arrived ... it was the best because I wasn't having to fight... because I was comfortable.
I felt my pussy get wet and slippery ... the glow spread through it like good bourbon does when it first hits your stomach. Little swirls and whirls that you could almost see were going through me. I reached down with my free hand and slowly began to caress Mark's crotch. I could feel the hard lump in his pants ... I felt its desire to be released from its cloth prison ... I couldn't keep it captive anymore ... I swiftly unzipped his fly and pulled out his beautiful wild creature.
Mark groaned softly when I touched him ,.. his kiss became a little more pointed ... a little more passionate ... a little more demanding! I responded quickly to his needs ... I began to slide up and down his long shaft ... kneading it with my fingertips ... running them up against the fold of his circumcision. I felt his tool jump and twitch with wanting ... I saw some of the clear pre-orgasm fluid spurt out of the tip. I leaned over ... pulling away from Mark's delicious tongue ... to catch a little of the liquid. It tasted almost neutral ... but it felt sticky ... lugubrious ... almost like lasagna cheese.
Mark was playing with my tits ... pinching them up in his fingers ... rolling them around ... squeezing them. He was gently blowing on the back of my neck, which was doing some utterly fantastic things to my nervous system. Then he would lean over and softly nibble on my earlobe ... snaking his tongue in and out and around my whole ear. My cunt began to throb incessantly from this treatment.
He continued to lick and blow warm air and suck on my ears ... neck ... shoulder blades. He continued to freak me out and drive me crazy. ...
Nice crazy! I had just stayed where I was and started to suck on his cock with a directness ... a particular purpose in mind. I wanted to play with him ... to make him feel superbly good ... to let him feel the farthest . . .highest attainment there was.
I sucked harder and faster on his lovely rod ... I rolled and twisted his balls in my fingers ... I rubbed a finger along the tube underneath his balls. I heard him groan loudly this time. I felt his sharp teeth begin to bite hard on my neck ... I felt his tongue take on a more serious feeling to fucking my ear ... I heard his breath come in faster and shorter gasps.
I could feel the tension in the air ... the electricity sparking and flying about in the room. I could feel the two of us building faster and faster ... rising higher and higher. I knew that it wouldn't be long before we burst wide open. I sucked and licked ... I beat the tip with the point of my tongue ... I slapped it ... battered it ... pushed down on it... pulled up on it... faster and faster ... until I finally felt the semen crawl. . . twist... and churn its way up his narrow tube.
Then I felt him explode ... I felt him shoot the whole load into my mouth and felt it run ... slip ... and slide down my throat I felt the viscous liquid roll and tumble down ... down my hungry passageway to my pit ... to my guts ... and lie there.
I couldn't contain myself any longer ... I threw Mark onto the floor and straddled him. I lowered my soaked, juicy cunt down onto his still-spurting penis. I felt his juices lubricate my hole even more than it already was. Then I started to ram up and down on it. I could fuck him so easily ... we fit together ... we belonged together ... we were perfect for each other.
I felt his marvelous tool slide and probe in and out... I felt my vagina suck greedily on it... I felt my muscles ecstatically ripple up and down and all around his beautiful instrument of lust Up and down ... up and down ... faster and faster ... I wanted him all the way up ... I wanted him in my sacred hole ... I wanted him to taste my womb with his cock. Not like the others who just took. Rex had had it first but Mark was going to be given it ... lovingly ... willingly ... passionately given my most precious gift of all.
Our bodies slapped against each other, making sucking sounds when they pulled away ... our juices were flowing together and merging with one another. We were burning up ... we were glowing in the heat of our raging wantonness ... making all the real, live, wonderful sounds that two people make when they fuck.
It was glorious! I felt the tip of his cock almost reach over the edge of the womb and then it would pull back ... then I felt it try again ... and again . .. and again . .. until it finally reached its ultimate goal. I felt it pop inside and then stay. It pulled back against the tight muscle and pushed up further inside ... he was going to come out of my ears ... he was going to cart me off in two pieces ... I didn't care ... I wasn't worried ... I loved it... every push and pull... every tug and jab.
He went faster and faster ... harder and harder ... he had me bouncing up and down on his stomach, doing a war-whoop ... doing a ritual fertility dance ... doing a cry of pure joy! I was beside myself. Harder and harder ... faster and faster ... I was the honorable golden eagle ... swooping and soaring up and around the mountain peaks ... daring anyone to shoot me ... daring anyone to shoot me down ... defying anyone to make me stop.
- Finally I felt it rip up through me. I felt the orgasm take off and go higher than the eagle ... I felt the liquid explode inside my tiny hole and force his cock out from the sheer pressure of his orgasm. I fell down, laughing happily, on top of him.
We both were laughing ... we rolled and rolled around on the big bed ... over and over ... laughing and giggling as we went. I suddenly sat up and grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He grabbed another one and threw it back at me. Then it started ... a down-to-earth, for-real type pillow fight. I hadn't had one of those since I was a kid!
My wet cunt was leaving a small trail of cold sticky fluid as I rolled around ... and his cock would occasionally jet out a little more of his passion juice. We didn't care ... we weren't adults anymore ... we had decided to give that up for Lent ... we were just two happy kids, feeling good.
I ducked as a pillow zinged by my head ... rolled over ... and hit the wall. Mark promptly attacked me and began to tickle me unmercifully.
"Time out," I gasped, "no fair ... I'm up against the wall ... yeah right ... motherfucker ... that's NO FAIR!!!"
I was laughing so hard that I wasn't sure that he could even understand my gasping, indignant cries of ... stop!
"All's fair in love .. war ... sex ... and pillow fights!" Mark crowed triumphantly as he got me another good one.
"OOOOO. ... I'm going to get you for that," I cried and then lunged ... but he was too fast for me ... he grabbed me and kissed me gently on the cheek ... how could I resist that. "You definitely don't play fair," I grumbled mockingly.
"Probably not. . . but I don't know any guerilla fighter who does ... do you?"
"Nope ... I take it you're referring to my daring escape that we still have to plan," I replied in a pseudo-serious voice.
"No ... I'm referring to getting you home before they notice that you are gone ... considering the sun is peeking its golden face through the curtains."
"Oh my God," I yelped, "Mark ... don't just sit there ... help me find my clothes ... I've got to get out of here!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When I finally woke up I discovered that it was quite late. I wondered why they had let me sleep so much ... then I figured that I had better not worry about it because it wasn't going to get me anywhere anyway. I lay there in the bed thinking about last night ... and chuckling to myself. I had managed to get over the fence ... which was locked when I got back ... with the help of Mark. He had to lift me up and then I almost got stuck ... almost tore my clothes ... and almost fell getting off the damn thing!
Then we went through another giggle-trip and got the hiccups because we were afraid that we were being too loud and we would wake somebody up. I remembered Mark's line, "Shhh ... the gardener might hear you and come to see what all the ruckus is about." That didn't help matters any I.. but I did get back to my room with no great lassie.
Now here it was nighttime again and no one had awakened me ... no one was there ... and as usual there was not a sound coming from the rest of the house.
Damn ... I wish these people knew how to make human noises, I thought.
I was half dozing ... lying very still and drifting in and out of sleep ... when the door suddenly opened. I jerked my eyes open and sat straight up in bed. In walked Kurt and Yvonne ... they both were dressed up in strange costumes ... something you would imagine Martians wearing. Maybe that was it ... maybe all the other theories about the 'servants' were cockeyed ... maybe they were just Martians come to study the odd earthlings.
"Good evening, Joan," Yvonne quietly said.
"It's time to get up!" Kurt barked.
"Yes ... I would imagine so," I coolly replied, "way past time, If I'm not mistaken."
I got up out of bed and went towards the bathroom ... I was in no mood to play Kurt's little slave-master games ... I refused to be intimidated by him tonight!
"Why didn't somebody wake me up?" I asked.
"We felt you needed the sleep," Yvonne said to me, "and besides ... there was nothing for you to do today. ..."
"Nothing except teach Melody ... a fact or situation which I have done very little of ... but for which I was ostensibly hired," I retorted.
"Yes, you were ... but Melody was busy today. .. ." Yvonne tried again.
"I don't see how that girl can do all the work in school that she is expected to do and be so busy too," I commented.
I was hoping that maybe I could break one of them down by being cold ... I figured on Yvonne being the easiest.
"She manages quite well," Yvonne stung back.
"And what are you doing in those outfits?" I changed the subject.
"That's what we come here for . . ." Kurt interjected. "There is going to be a big costume party tonight and we brought you your costume. We're to help you get dressed and take you to where it is being held."
Maybe I was wrong ... maybe it was going to be Kurt. If it was ... I would bet that the wedding scene would be the reason for his sudden wanting to be friends ... wanting me to like him.
"Why doesn't anyone ask me whether I want to go to these things ... also why do they always have to be springed on me at the last minute? Somehow I don't think that's very fair ... or right," I was extremely serious.
"Because if you were asked you would most likely say no ... and if you were told ahead of time you would probably be mysteriously missing come time for the party to start," Yvonne very logically explained.
"None of the others had to have this treatment," Kurt put in, "but you're different ... you fight ... that complicates matters. So we deal with you this way. . . ." he paused and looked down at the floor.
"But we don't want to," he finally finished in a whisper.
"No, we don't," Yvonne agreed.
"Then why do you?" I asked ... hoping beyond all hope that I would get them to talk to me at last.
"Because we must ... we have no choice. At least you won't end up the same way the others did ... and it's because you can't be frightened," Kurt said emphatically.
"It's because you're pure. . . ." Yvonne said.
"Because you love fife too much . . ." Kurt said.
"Because you will always seek an answer. . . ." Yvonne again.
"Because you are you . . ." Kurt continued.
I felt like I was watching a ping pong game. They both were trying so desperately to let me know that they didn't want any part of what was going on ... but ... they weren't giving any answers.
"Okay, I'm all these things and I won't end up like the others ... how did the others end up?" I questioned them.
"Kurt... please, let's tell her ... she deserves to know," she begged him.
"All right ... you're right, she does deserve to know. But let's go into the dressing room ... that one I know is safe."
They got on either side of me and propelled me towards the dressing alcove. I had gathered that the house was rather extensively wired for sound by Kurt's last remark ... so I wasn't about to object to moving out of the range. It at least explained why Yvonne suddenly shut-up the other day.
"Listen," Yvonne said in a very low voice, "and listen well ... maybe you can help us ... maybe you are the one to take this whole thing on. If not ... at least you can use it to save yourself."
She nodded to Kurt and he began, "We are all in the same boat. 'We' being the Lanigans and Yvonne and I. Mark, whom we know you have now met, and yourself are the only two top people who are not involved as we are. Yvonne and I come from very wealthy families. Our families had hired a governess for the younger children when we went off to college. We came from the same area and had grown up together ... we had been educated together and so were our brothers and sisters ... so the governess was the same for both families."
"We got a letter while we were in school," Yvonne picked the story up, "stating that we must come home immediately! An emergency had occurred concerning the younger ones. Of course we left right away and when we arrived home we found everything upside down. New people ... new decor ... new everything. We were astounded. We asked what was going on and couldn't get anywhere. Then we noticed that the young ones were missing."
"The governess had kidnapped them and taken them off to this weird convent-monastery place," Kurt went on. "She left instructions for our family to follow ... saying that if we did we would see the children again ... but if we didn't ... we would never see them again.
"Here's what we were to do," he continued, "we were to go to the Lanigans and say that we were the new servants ... we had heard of them but we still weren't in their league. Then we were to stay with them and help them in any way that they wanted us to. This was to go on for three years. It's gone on for four."
"You see," Yvonne took over, "the Lanigans haven't been able to send the full quota of people that this woman wanted so she has extended the time period. She has some personal vendetta going with them ... and not the birthday-present thing ... that just added fuel to the fire. She came to them when they advertised for a governess ... apparently she would have found a way to get into the household, no matter what. She had this whole thing planned from the very start.
"Now, our families aren't as sexually oriented as the Lanigans ... but we have a liberal attitude and we have money and position to threaten us by, alas. But she is a very clever woman ... the kids were the thing that would make our parents cooperate. That and a few examples showing that she could do what she said she could.
"She has our families doing the same thing as the Lanigans ... " Yvonne held up her hand to quiet Kurt ... we all strained to hear what the sounds were. Then Yvonne and Kurt suddenly became very busy pulling things from the closet and out of drawers.
"Go on," I said ... not having heard anything to make them stop talking.
"This makeup will be fine for the occasion," Yvonne said. It was as if she had been talking about it all along. "Have you got that dress ready for her, Kurt?"
"Just about ... go in and start her bath ... Til join you in a minute."
It was obvious that I wasn't going to get any more out of them tonight ... but I had gotten a Jot more than I expected to and I knew there was a lot more to tell.
I'll get it, I swore to myself, soon I'll get the whole story.
When Yvonne took my arm and led me into the bathroom, I knew what to expect ... I knew that we were all going to end up fucking ... so I wasn't surprised when Yvonne started to rub very highly perfumed and sensual oil all over me. She deliberately made sure that she got all my sensitive areas ... all my turn-on points.
She accomplished exactly what she wanted ... I felt my pussy begin to get hot and swell under the tender touches of her skilled hands. Then I felt the juices flow and dribble down my legs. She leaned down and slowly licked the clear fluid off my thighs. I felt the strange tingle run up through my frame and make me want to stretch as far as I could go. It was a catlike feeling ... a long, sensuous, exotic feeling.
I stretched my hands high above my head ... pulling my breasts almost flat with the movement At that moment Kurt walked in ... stopped ... and gave a long, low, approving whistle. He came over to me and began to lick all around my aureoles ... teasing my nipples into a rock-hardness. He parted his legs a little bit and started to rub his cock against my hip bone.
Yvonne continued to lick all around the inner part of my thighs as I stood taut and still as a statue. I loved every minute of it ... I felt the shivers rim rampant up and down me. She would come close to my pussy and then quickly dart away from it. He would come close to my nipples and then quickly dart away from them. They teased and coaxed me into a swaying, moaning, entity.
They stroked my body with their electric hands ... they caressed and touched every part of me they could get to. One would slip their hand into my pussy ... the other would stroke my clitoris. One would slide their finger into my anus ... the other would be caressing my pelvis. And so it went ... all around me ... over me ... through me ... touching and stroking ... caressing and probing ... little darts of energy shooting through me.
Their magnificent bodies were crawling and winding themselves all around mine ... I felt like a tree with the snake from the Garden of Eden slithering around it ... I felt like the forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve took the first bite out of.
I swayed and moaned with the agony of the ages of sin upon my being. But I couldn't stop it ... I couldn't shake them off like I did my fruit when it was ripe and needed to fall. I was doomed to stand forever being the creator of the world's mistake.
I felt the passion building and peaking ... I felt my insides begin to go into mass confusion ... a small riot begin to grow ... the earthquake of lust begin to erupt and spill over the Vesuvius below me. Then the hot molten lava burst forth and gushed down over Yvonne's fair face ... into her waiting crater ... down over Kurt's magic hand which he brought up to his lips and sucked dry.
I broke and crumbled ... I fell down to the floor in a heap ... the empire was gone. Yvonne leaned over me and turned on the taps to fill the bath. Kurt knelt down and lifted me up in his arms ... he lifted me just over his head ... and then began to slowly lick my ass cheeks. His tongue made big sweeping motions back and forth across my crack.
I felt my body jump and convulse in his huge arms ... I shuddered and trembled at each passing motion ... I was only partially worried that I might fall from that height. But I thought of Kurt's strength and then knew that I would be safe ... he would not drop me. He kept licking and sucking my sweet ass ... I kept shivering and writhing around.
Then Yvonne said, "Her bath is ready, Kurt." "Ahh, very good," he replied. He slowly brought me down ... then lower and lower ... until I was submerged into the almost scalding hot water.
"Hey, Yvonne, what are you trying to do to me?" I yelped. "This stuff has got to be at least a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. . . are you trying to scour me and then polish me like a trophy?"
She laughed and shook her head no. "It will put a little color into your pale skin ... don't worry ... it isn't hot enough to hurt you."
"Like hell it isn't," I retorted, "and I'm not sure I want a little color in my pale skin. Not if the price is to become an instant boiled lobster!"
"Oh, how you do complain ... just lean back and relax ... you'll like it. If you'll give Kurt and me a chance ... you'll see how much you'll like it," she told me soothingly.
I didn't have too much choice in the relaxing part... between the water temperature ... the oil on my body ... and the loving that we had already done ... I was going to relax no matter what I thought about it. I felt myself loosen up ... I felt the muscles unravel ... I felt my lust slowly begin to rise up and threaten to swallow me.
Since it was a large tub ... both Yvonne and Kurt could easily fit into it ... they proceeded to. climb in and join the fun. They both had a bar of soap in their hands and they began to lather them up. I could smell the strong fragrance of them wafting down to me ... it was a very erotic smell and I was becoming increasingly ardently desirous of their bodies.
Suddenly I found myself sitting up and beginning to bite their legs. I would bite one, then the other ... then the first again. My hands were frantically clawing at their hips and asses ... trying to pull them down into the water with me. But they held their ground firmly and continued to lather the soap. I chewed and scratched them ... even drawing a little blood. I felt a craziness inside of me ... I felt a wildness of the beasts tearing out of me. I felt like a being found by the wolves when I was nothing but a babe and being raised by them.
Finally they sank down onto their knees and began to spread this wonderful substance that they had worked up over my inflamed body. They very carefully and slowly kneaded it into my skin ... I could feel it almost penetrate and sink inside of me. It calmed me down a small amount and I leaned back against the back of the tub.
Kurt began to finger my pussy ... spreading my labia ... and sliding his finger up and down my slippery slit. Yvonne was pulling my nipples ... she would reach all the way around my breast and then slowly pull upward until she came to the nipple ... then she would pinch real hard and continue to rise up. It was beginning to make me feel the wildness again ... it was beginning to make me growl in a low, guttural snarl.
I found myself baring my teeth and snapping at them the more they continued to tease me. It didn't seem to surprise or frighten them ... as a matter of fact it didn't seem to phase them in the least. All this made me even more bestial. I grabbed Yvonne by the hair and pressed our lips together ... I bit and chewed on her lips until I had them bleeding and I could taste the salty, sweet flavor of her blood. I plunged my tongue into her mouth ... shoving it down her throat and tickling the back of it.
The rougher I became ... the more deliberate ... more pointed Kurt became. He pressed down on my slit each time he moved up or down on it ... pressed down harder ... so infinitesimally ... so minutely ... I could barely tell. But it was finally beginning to hurt ... it was beginning to be a little painful ... and yet it was turning me on ... making me savage ... making me brutal.
I was tearing at Yvonne's breasts ... her lovely, soft white breasts. I was leaving great red marks over them ... but I couldn't stop. Then suddenly I felt Kurt's cock slam up inside of me. I felt the water gush up with it ... I felt the pressure of them both on the back of my womb. I moaned loudly as did Yvonne because I had clamped down on her nipple with my nails.
Then Yvonne jerked away from my grasp and got up in a position where she could shove her sweet-smelling, sweet-tasting cunt into my eager mouth. She crushed her pussy against my bared teeth and ground it against them. Kurt had lifted my hips up slightly and now was ramming his tool as hard and fast as he could into my burning, dripping cunt. I was still getting the rushes of water every time he thrust inside of me ... and it was still driving me crazy.
182 I felt my teeth scrape and chew on Yvonne's soft flesh unmercifully. I heard her moan and groan with sheer pleasure ... I felt her push even harder against my cruel ivory. I could only reciprocate as she wanted me to ... I could only fulfill her maddening desire. Harder and harder ... faster and faster ... tiny cuts formed and the blood would well up, then disappear ... until finally I felt her whole being shudder and tremble with orgasm. I tasted her honey juices ... I gulped at them greedily ... I sucked on them hungrily while she continued to convulse and scream with ecstasy!
The scream spurred Kurt on to untold heights. He was slamming and ramming into me ... reaching all the way up and popping back out again ... he was forcing my smaller, tighter hole to accept his huge smooth tool ... to invite it in ... and then he would reject it by pulling out. He pummeled me until I thought I was going to cry ... then I turned numb ... then a warm flush spread through me. It swirled and whirled around in little eddies of lust.
I felt the water bubble and boil inside of me ... I rolled and contorted in the tub ... I writhed around on its marble whiteness. I screamed ... I laughed ... I rocked my hips to match his forceful stabs at me. I felt the rock-hard shaft plunge and shove at my cunt ... I felt my swollen walls open and close ... I felt my juices mingle with the water and gush out like a geyser. I felt the orgasm coming ... coming ... coming ... the scream of eternity... the shout of the universe well up inside and rip its way from my orifice! I felt Kurt's semen blast its way up through me ... I felt his rod jerk each time he shot a stream of cum ... I heard him join my screaming!
They both had to help me out of the tub ... get me dried and lead me back to the dressing room. By that time I had come around somewhat and could sort of function on my own. I started to put on my makeup ... but Yvonne stopped me.
TU do that," she said.
Within minutes I looked like a totally different person. I looked like they had when they first walked into my bedroom. It was only then that I realized that they were going to have to get dressed all over again. But it seemed like an easy enough task to do. Sure enough ... a few minutes later, Yvonne had both their makeup jobs finished.
Then Kurt handed us our outfits. We were apparently all three to look alike.
"Are we all supposed to be coming from Mars?" I asked, slightly punchy.
"No. We are the representatives of the entities of lust," Yvonne pointed to herself, "eroticism," she pointed to me, "and sinful temptation," she concluded and pointed to Kurt.
"Oh goody!" I commented wryly. "Just what I always wanted to be ... eroticism ... an entity of eroticism."
They both laughed ... gave the finishing touches to our outfits ... took me by my arms and led the way to the party.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When we arrived at the party it was already in full swing. There was the strangest assortment of costumes and people that I had ever laid eyes on. At first I didn't recognize anyone ... then slowly I began to pick out some familiar faces. I saw Melody ... who must have been representing Purity itself. I saw Rex ... who was the epitome of sin itself ... Kurt being sinful temptation] I saw Carlotta ... who was representing wantonness. I looked for Mark but he wasn't there ... not that I expected him to be since he had told me that he was never invited to the parties.
Then I saw some old friends of mine. ... The mirror room people. They must have represented the entities of sexual freakiness ... what some people would call sexual perversion. I was rather fond of them myself. The rest of the people were all representing some entity of something or other ... some of them were easy to tell... others were not. But they were all decidedly unique and odd.
Leave it to the Lanigans not to do a conventional costume ball, I thought.
Yet I was quite fascinated by what I saw ... I knew that some sort of weirdness was going to go down ... it always did ... and I didn't see any reason that it shouldn't be the same. But I was looking forward to it. I remembered that the oil had not been washed from my body and I could feel the heat from it pervading my being. I could smell its heavy, sexual fragrance enveloping me. I wanted something to happen ... I wanted to be carried off to another sphere of experience!
There was a soft, shifting light flowing through the room ... it left misty spots all around. It made people look like they were veering in and out of reality ... made them look like they were floating off the ground ... made them look like they were in the astral world of their costumes. I wandered around, looking ... watching ... staring ... observing all that was happening.
Everyone else seemed to be doing pretty much the same thing. They would pause for a second and quietly speak to someone, then move on. There was a low murmur running in the midst of the room ... it sounded like the droning of a thousand tiny bees. Then all of a sudden I heard the strains of music. At least it purported to be music. It was the sound of the astral world ... the ethereal world ... the nether world ... but it was not the music of earth.
It flowed in and wrapped its tendrils around everyone's mind-forces and stayed. It held on and wouldn't let go. It seeped its way down through their entire bodies and taunted them. It was doing the same to me ... it made me feel like I had an itch that I couldn't scratch because it was inside of me. It made me feel like dancing ... but not dancing in any style that I was familiar with.
I began to slowly move in tiny circles ... bobbing and weaving around and around. I looked around me as I went and saw that the others were all doing the same thing ... but we were all doing it independently of anyone else. I thought of the ancient devas who used to whirl around in great circles with their arms outstretched. It was supposed to bring a mystical state upon them ... which I would guess, if they got dizzy enough, it would do just that.
These circles were not the dizzying kind though ... they were accomplishing an all together other type of sensation. The more I turned around the more I got turned on. The more I wanted to find a partner and go off mating. But it seems that I wasn't fated to find one right away ... I was to watch the others.
As I was watching this pair and that pair find each other the mist was partially lifting ... it revealed large vats of water. I weaved my way over to one of them and looked inside of it. There, swimming around and around were thousands upon thousands of tiny little fish. They were all different colors, forming the pattern of the rainbow. The water was crystal clear and when I forced myself to stop ... I dipped my hand in and found that the temperature was fantastic.
Then above the eerie sounds of the music I heard the twittering of small birds. I looked up at the ceiling and saw dozens of tiny little winged creatures flying around. They would swoop down and pluck at a person, then go soaring back up again. They seemed to be choosing all the sexual places to pluck at and they didn't appear to be hurting anybody ... just increasing their ardor.
I finally managed to find a corner in which to sit down to observe all that was going on. I thought of my costume ... that I was supposed to be eroticism ... and that I didn't feel very erotic! But I let that pass ... judging from all the other experiences that I had had in the Lanigan's home, I was sure that the sensation would wash over me when I least expected it.
I looked for my four friends from the mirror room but couldn't find them. Finally I spotted Yvonne and Kurt climbing into one of the vats. As soon as they did a change took place ... the previously opaque sides turned transparent ... so that I could see the fish and them too. I was enthralled watching the fish swim around and through their legs ... encompassing their bodies. Then it happened ... things faded ... the world left me ... or I left the world ... and everything evolved to another sphere.
She stood quite still, letting the fishes swim around her ... letting them play with her being ... she was lust. He stood quite still, letting the fishes swim around him ... letting them play with his being ... he was sinful temptation. They began to slowly gravitate towards each other ...
leaving little swirls of water and fish in a trail behind them. They reached out their long, sinewy arms to each other and clasped each other to their breasts.
They slipped and glissaded up and down each other ... they looked like they were doing a minuet ... dip ... a leg forward ... thrust against each other ... rise, gliding along each other. They were graceful and beautiful. Their slow sensuous movements were an art... an intricate skill which only true lust and true sinful temptation could perform.
She snaked out her long tongue and moved it around in the air. She pouted her full, luscious lips at him. He slowly moved his tongue out towards hers ... just barely missing it ... he was being temptation to her ... she was being lustful to him. They continued to dip and rise against each other ... their tongues extended ... not touching. The fish swam around and around them in slow lazy circles.
Then with little effort he began to lift her up ... lift her until her cunt was to his waving tongue. He lunged and grabbed her clitoris in his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around it and began to pull on it ... making it grow ... making it swell ... making it pulse up and down. She threw her head back and had an evil look on her face ... a look of decadence ... which only true lust could accomplish.
She wrapped her strong, tapered thighs around his head and shoved her dripping cunt harder into his greedy face. She moved her hips up and down ... smearing her pussy juices all over his countenance. She ground and scraped her mound harder and faster with each lick that he took. She forced her lips to pull back above his teeth ... forced his teeth to grate against her quim ... forced his teeth to bruise the sensitive flesh ... forced his teeth to crush her clitoris into her mound.
He took his finger and slowly twisted and turned it up into her tiny puckered asshole. He took another finger and slid it up against the first. He took a third finger and let it follow the other two. Then he began to wiggle them around ... rub them against each other ... pull them in and out ... twist and turn them in an agonizingly slow manner.
She opened her mouth as if to scream ... but no sound came out of it ... she just kept opening it wider and under in complete slow motion. She clutched his hair and began to pull up on it ... then still in slow motion she came pounding down on his head. Again and again she repeated the action. Again and again he slammed his fingers into her ass ... again and again he sucked her clitoris into his hungry mouth.
His cock was bouncing up and down in the water ... flapping at a fish here and there as it went by. Finally one of them latched on to it. The tiny gasping mouth sucked on the tip ... making it jump and twitch. It flopped and flapped up and down ... up and down ... the engorged tip growing redder and redder as the nibbling continued.
He moved faster and faster in and out of her ... she writhed and purled against him. He sucked harder and harder on her ... she contorted and rocked against him. They became one motion ... the fish ... the sucking fish ... the fingers ... the fucking fingers ... the mouth ... the licking mouth ... the hips ... the rolling hips ... they became one complete being. Faster and harder ... sucking and rocking ... deeper and swifter ... fucking and grinding ... flesh against ivory ... juice merged with water ... until they shuddered and trembled and fell to the bottom. Until he shot the fish off of his cock with the force of his jetting sperm. Until she spasmed so hard with the orgasm that splintered through her and fell backwards to the bottom.
They lay submerged in the water for a few seconds, then they shot upwards. When he landed he spread his legs and held up his still-hard rod ... when she landed she impaled herself on the stiff shaft. It tore up inside of her with a careening force ... it ripped up into her and sent her spinning out in all directions at once. Then he grabbed her by the waist and began to pump her up and down on his enormous tool.
They were going like there was no tomorrow ... they were shooting water all over the place ... they were sloshing fish out of the vat in droves. They were completely wild ... mad ... furious creatures. Shoving . .. pushing ... pulling . .. tossing ... throwing ... rushing ... gushing ... the rod rending up inside of the soft pliable vagina. The smooth sceptre crowning the cunt hole again and again. The water spurting and spraying in and out of the delectable orifice.
They drove each other ... they pushed each other ... faster and faster ... harder and harder ... wilder and wilder ... relentlessly they kept at each other ... until they exploded simultaneously ... throwing themselves spread eagle in the water ... shoving themselves from each other!
She stood aside and grabbed a fish ... her motion was one of frenetic action ... as if to not lose the orgiastic sensation whirling around her. She shoved the fish up into her still-pulsing cunt ... then she grabbed another one and shoved it up. Frantically she began to contract and release her muscles ... sucking and spitting the fish in and out of her.
Then he came up behind her ... in the same frenetic motion as she had moved in. He slammed his still-oscillating staff into her bruised anus. As she spit and sucked the fish in and out of her cunt, he rammed and jerked his lance in and out of her ass. Their movements represented a desperation ... a need ... a desire ... a passion ... an all-consuming emotion to satisfy and fulfill.
They heeded no one and nothing ... they were machines pumping and drilling ... they were blind to all and to anything. Their faces had a glazed look ... a look of beyond ... they went further and further. They tossed their bodies in small jerking movements ... they tossed their bodies in large, sweeping movements. The hard shaft jabbing at the tight asshole ... distorting it out of shape. The fish gushing inside the slippery cunt hole ... and shooting back out again.
More and more ... in and out ... faster and faster ... harder and harder ... deeper and deeper ... the universe's fathomless void had nothing over their eternal fucking. On and on ... again and again ... they fucked ... they drilled ... they dived down into the depths of debauchery. Then once more they reached out for the ultimate satisfaction. This time they found it... fish sailed out of the water ... cum sailed out of the water ... water sailed out of the vat ... they collapsed against the side in exhaustion. Sinful temptation had captured lust and spent it.
I was in a dream world ... I was watching entities play out the role of the world. I turned my attention to Purity.
She stood so beautiful... so fragile ... so delicate. She held out her hand to one of the swooping birds. It floated down and landed with a slight flutter of its wings on the back of her hand. She brought it up to her lips and gently began to kiss its beak. Then another bird circled and slowly fluttered down to her shoulder. It began to whisper into her ear.
She lowered both birds to her delicately shaped mound ... so smooth and transparent ... so perfectly etched out of Purity ... and pressed their beaks to her gently sloped labia. They each plucked one in their beaks and pulled them back against her white thigh. Another tiny feathered creature swooped down and began to peck and brush against her clitoris.
She stood perfectly still, letting them tease and play with her love mound. Another bird came down and plucked at her nipple ... and another followed closely behind and plucked at the other nipple. Soon she was covered from head to toe by tiny fluttering, feathered creatures ... all picking and nipping and pecking at her body.
They twittered and chirped as they played around her. She stood still and smiled benignly upon them ... as if she were blessing them. Their movements became faster and faster ... pecking and pecking at her. Kissing her eyelids ... her cheeks ... her lips ... her body with their tiny beaks. Loving her and driving her in tender motions to the brink of supreme happiness. Her clitoris was now a bright red ... standing out against the pale skin. Her lips were so swollen and wet ... the birds kept pulling and stretching them further and further out against her thighs.
One tiny little bird had its beak up her cunt hole and was swooping in and out of it like a very sharply pointed cock. Faster and faster they pecked her ... swooping and soaring ... in and out... peck ... peck ... peck ... peck ... until a shiver vibrated up through her and her milky white cream rushed from her sweet hole.
Then the birds stopped peck at her ... simultaneously they all started to beat their wings against her. They fluttered and flapped ... tickled and teased ... brushed and swooshed ... swooped and soared against her innocent purity. She still stood so quietly and still that if the vibration hadn't gone through her it couldn't have been known when she had the orgasm.
The birds gravitated towards her in droves ... each trying to touch her ... each trying to give her a part of themselves. She smiled and blessed them one by one with her body. Their motions became more and more frantic ... more and more swift. They looked like a thousand mating hummingbirds. There were a few hummingbirds amongst them ... but not all were that breed.
They beat against her fair body until it turned a faint shade of pink. They looked like tiny gyrators ... tiny vibrators ... tiny plummeting machines.
They beat and fluttered ... they tried to lift her into the air with the current that they were creating. They tried to let her fly, but she remained motionless ... fixed to where she was. faster and faster ... flutter ... flutter ... flutter ... whoosh and beat ... the tiny wings were drums beating on skin of silk. They flitted and flirted... they palpitated and oscillated ... they vacillated and trembled against their object of love.
They pushed her and pushed her ... faster and faster to the brink of ecstasy .. .to the point of no return ... to the edge of darkness. Once again a slight reverberatory shudder ran through her .. . indicating her orgasm.
Finally the birds left her body and wavered a few inches from her. And finally she moved. She slowly slid her hand down her torso to her much-played-with pussy. There she let it linger over her pulsing clitoris ... rubbing it abstractly ... languorously ... erotically. She pressed a finger down on the smooth tip and rubbed it back and forth ... then she took her other hand and slipped a finger into her wet, slippery cunt. She shoved it in as deep as it would go ... then slipped it back out again.
She rubbed and caressed her throbbing pussy ... inflaming it higher and higher ... coaxing it to the limits of its capacity ... urging it to go the full way. The fluids of her being flowed and oozed down her legs. They glistened in the half-defracted light ... they glittered along the sticky trail ... they poured down into her ass crack ... lubricating her tiny puckered hole.
She shifted her finger in her cunt to her thumb and slipped the finger in her ass. She worked both of them in long, smooth motions ... blending her finger on her clitoris with the sensuous motions. Faster and faster ... deeper and deeper ... she worked herself up to the heights. She glowed and radiated ... she laughed and cried ... she wriggled against herself ... drove ... drove ... drove ... pounded and beat ... penetrated herself into the deepest depths of her being.
Finally she became a mass of action ... every part of her was writhing ... twisting ... turning ... tossing ... flipping around. She had reached the heights ... she had soared through the entrance gates to ecstasy ... she had become.
The eroticism hit me! I was eroticism! I searched for my partner ... I found him ... it was sin! I leaped up and rushed into his arms ... we became blended ... we were erotic sin! We were one ... we were like we had been searching for each other for centuries. Now we had each other. He swooped me up in his arms and carried me to one of the magic vats ... then he dumped me in with a loud splash. The music was still wailing and whining through me.
The music and the silence ... the angry ... passionate ... lustful silence that rang through the halls of glory were winding their way through me. I floundered momentarily in the tub of water, then I felt the first fish brush past me. I felt cold shivers run up and down me ... I felt my clitoris jerk about... I felt my cunt pour out my juices.
Sin climbed in with me ... his cock hard and protruding from his grand body. I looked at it with sheer hunger ... I grabbed it and stuffed it into my mouth. I greedily sucked on it ... swallowed it ... gulped it ... ate it. I nibbled at the tip ... I chewed at the base ... I teased and tormented his balls. I squeezed them up and then milked them to the rhythm of my passionate mouth. He swayed and moaned to my ministrations ... he reached over and clawed my back ... long deep tears. He spurred me on. He beat me to go faster. I gulped and gasped ... ramming the large tool all the way down my throat. I started to gag and then stopped ... I clamped down tight on the end with the back of my throat ... I worked my lips at the base. I felt the hugeness of it pressing down my life source. I felt the hardness with my tongue ... the ridges ... the extended veins ... the swirls etched into it by a master craftsman.
I sucked harder and harder ... playing more and more with his balls. I ran my finger underneath the sac ... ran it along the swollen tube ... teased him to rhapsody. I sucked and sucked ... sucked and sucked ... fucked and fucked ... fucked and fucked ... until I felt his sweet liquid come grinding, tearing up out of him.
He stood and looked at me ... an evil glint in his eyes. For a split second I was afraid ... afraid for everything that I had ... afraid for the whole world ... afraid for my life. I had a feeling that he was never going to let me go alive. Then the moment passed and I gave him look for look.
He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me up to him ... then he turned around and caught one of the fish. He turned back to me and held out the fish. I knew immediately what he wanted ... I took the fish and slipped it up my slick cunt ... then I slowly walked around the huge vat ... letting the tail of the fish hang out a little. It felt wild ... cold ... wet ... even more slippery than my cunt. I could feel it sliding in and out of my hole while I walked.
Suddenly he stopped me ... pulled me to him ... and rammed his hardened tool in with the fish. I felt the squishy sensation invade my vagina ... felt the fish being thrust further up into my passageway ... felt his cock jab and stab against it ... felt it shove and push and prod at the fish until it was almost in my womb. Then with a pop I felt the head slip up inside of my smaller hole. The small gaping head tried to move ... tried to free itself ... its wiggling movement sent shivers all up and down me. He kept slamming his engorged tool into me ... adding to my wanton delight.
In and out ... faster ... squish ... wiggle ...
juicy ... I was soaring with the tiny feathered creatures above ... I was the creation of all mankind. I was the slime and the mud from whence all life came. I was the hot springs ... erupting in great orgiastic bubbles. I was time itself ... moving through all the ages ... passing from scene to scene ... being them all and being none.
Sin came and he took me ... he turned me into a hidden pleasure ... a delight that was not to be talked about... a past time that was to be buried and felt guilty about. Now ... I was going to take sin and retrieve myself from him ... I was going to bring back the purity ... lust... innocence ... the goodness ... fullness of eroticism.
I started to move fiercely up and down on Sin's rod ... to let him know that I was mistress-master ... that I controlled ... not he. He was taken aback by my sudden action ... but rallied quickly and tried to vie position . .. for the pinnacle .. . for the thorny crown. I struggled against him ... slamming my hips into his groin ... ramming his scepter deeper and deeper into my pleasure cave ... telling him that I could take all that he could give and then more.
We fought and strained ... we writhed and contorted ... we bit and clawed each other ... drawing blood ... drawing life's source ... drawing souls ... I was Mary vowing never to give in to the others. I was Mary swearing that He was a man ... and proving that my force and magic was stronger than theirs. We fought and battled ... deeper and deeper ... until I knew that I was going to burst.
I was going to be Mother Earth and spew forth life from my loins. One more thrust and Sin came ... he jettisoned into my grasping ... gaping ... gash. He shot his white, thick, viscous liquid into me. And I spilled life at his feet. I let it slither and slide from me ... I let it explode from me ... and I lay it at his feet. ... I had won!
I felt the orgasm rock me ... I had come back to reality ... I felt the wonderful explosion of his semen in me ... I felt the spasms run rampant through me ... vibrating my whole frame with delicious delight!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Well, Joan, old girl, I said to myself when I woke up the next day, it was another one of those nights!
I was beginning to wonder if that was all they did ... have delightful orgies ... day and night ... don't call us ... we'll call you, twenty-four-hour service ... orgies incorporated.
That's just about what it boils down to, I thought wryly. I never knew people who could fuck so much in all my life. I mean, I knew that they were sexually oriented to begin with . .. but this is ridiculous!
All of a sudden Mark came floating through my slightly foggy brain. I had heard about waterlogged brains but had there ever been such a thing as sex-logged brains? That's what I felt that mine was becoming. Mark, dear Mark, I couldn't see how his guerilla tactics were going to help peadoddling-pie against a madwoman. A religiously fanatical madwoman at that.
I suppose I really ought to find him and tell him the latest developments ... leaving out last night. Hell ... he has a good enough picture of that scene by now without having to tell him every time one goes down. ... Besides ... that could take some time. I thought to myself ... I had learned my lesson last night about talking out loud ... I wasn't going to do that anymore.
I got up to get dressed ... wandered around aimlessly ... trying to collect myself all in one place. I felt like I was scattered over miles and miles of marshy territory and it was going to take years to pull it all back together.
Eventually I managed to find a thin summer dress. I slipped it on ... not bothering with any of the undergarments that one is supposed to wear if one is respectable. It wasn't that I didn't feel respectable ... it was just that it was very hot and muggy outside and I felt much too lazy to go through the whole thing of putting on mountains of clothes ... that if everything went according to schedule ... I was just going to have to take off again some time today.
I wondered ... as I was going to breakfast ... whether Carlotta would give me a day off if Mark wasn't here today. I wouldn't tell her that I wanted to see him ... of course ... I would only say that last night was a little too much for me and I needed a day of rest. It didn't seem to me that it would make much difference in Melody's education ... considering we hadn't been inside of the schoolroom once since the first time she showed it to me.
Poor Melody ... I didn't know what I was going to do about her. I wanted to help her so much ... but we never seemed to be able to spend much time together ... at least... not time that didn't end up in our balling ... which really didn't get us very far.
We knew that we liked each other ... we knew that we enjoyed each other's bodies ... but I wanted to do more than just enjoy her sweet innocence. I wanted to teach her things about life ... that part of life she knew well enough ... I didn't have to improve on that at all!
When I entered my breakfast room I saw a stranger standing there. It was a plump, round-cheeked woman. She looked exactly like what I would picture an Irish cook to look like ... all rosy and shiny and smiles.
"Madame Sumter?" she asked in a quiet, shy voice.
"Miss Joan Sumter ... that's me . .. what can I do for you?" I smiled pleasantly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't know you wasn't married," she apologized.
"That's okay. Can I help you?" I tried again.
"Oh, yes, Miss, I got this here letter from the young greenhouse man," she said ... rolling her Vs.
"That must be Mark ... thank you," I replied ,.. not knowing quite what else to do.
Then, just to satisfy my curiosity, I asked her, "Are you Irish?"
She beamed at me ... literally beamed, "Yes, Miss, that I am." She kept nodding proudly. "My name's Mary, Miss. ... Tain't nobody else that's asked that of me. ... Tain't nobody else that's cared."
I suddenly had a great idea. "Listen, Mary, you look like you would like somebody to talk to ... and I know that I would like somebody to talk to while I'm having my breakfast ... I hate eating alone ... so why don't you pull up a chair and join me."
"Oh, thank you, Miss, but I couldn't do that... it's not proper," she replied.
"Mary ... I'm not one of these people who gives two hoots about being proper! I bet you haven't been in this country very long ... and you don't have a friend or anybody that you can confide in and that's a lonely state to be in. I'm offering my friendship, if you would like it." I felt sorry for her. I also thought she might have a lot that she had heard in the servants' hall and had no one she could share it with. I wanted to know what it was.
I guess I was sort of using Mary ... but I genuinely wanted to offer her my friendship ... I'd offer that to anyone who was new in this monster place!
"Well, Miss, if ... no .. ." she stammered.
"Oh come on! If anyone questions it I'll tell them I asked you to stay ... which is true. ... I'll even say that I went and searched you out so that I wouldn't have to eat alone ... now say you will," I urged her.
"All right, Miss, if you're sure you really want me to stay," she finally gave in.
"I'm sure ... and also, call me Joan ... I feel funny being called 'Miss.'" "All right."
She went and got a chair. I found another cup and plate and began to serve her part of my breakfast. She looked surprised when she came back and started to protest, but I held up my hand to silence her.
"It's too much for me ... I never finish it ... and besides, I don't like eating while someone else is not ... so enjoy." I handed her a plateful of food.
"Oh, Miss, you're very kind," she said with tears in her eyes.
I let the 'Miss' go by ... Mary was of the old school and it would really be very hard for her to break that habit. All I could do was offer ... but I wasn't going to push it. I guess I was also trying to find out whether she was another one of the 'fake' servants ... or if she really was what she looked like.
"Tell me, Mary, do you like it here?" I opened the subject most dear to my mind.
"I like it nice enough ... there are some strange goings on around here sometimes though. If I was back in the old country I would say it was the little people up to their tricks again. But I'm here in America and the little people tain't supposed to five here," she seriously told me.
"Mary, you would be surprised! I can't say that it's the little people who cause it to be strange around here ... but the ghoulies and ghosties might have something to do with it," I told her. "I'm not making fun of you ... and be assured that you are not the only one who thinks there are some strange things going on."
"You see it too?" she asked.
"Yes ... I see it too ... and so does the young man who gave you the note to give to me," I assured her.
"Oh, Miss, he said that you were to read that right away ... I forgot," she said shamefacedly.
"That's all right ... I'll read it in a minute ... I want to ask you something very important first." I paused ... then plunged in, "Have you ever seen a woman around here that doesn't live here? What I mean is ... someone who looks very strange and feels like she should be thrown off the premises but isn't."
Mary sat in silence for a minute ... thinking about my question ... so I decided to read Mark's note.
"Hi ya Lady, I'm at the greenhouse all day today and I think that I have found a solution to our problem ... drop by and visit... break the monotony for me.
Love, Mark P.S. Come as soon as you can ... things are beginning to pop around here] I wondered what he meant by that! I made up my mind not to even tell anyone that I wasn't going to be around today ... just disappear on them. It would keep them busy for a while anyway.
"Miss?" Mary broke in to my train of thought, "I think I remember a woman like you said ... it was a couple of days ago she came. She had on long robes and was wide-eyed and she was screaming at the master and mistress. I couldn't hear what she was saying ... but I know that it wasn't nice."
"Think, Mary, it's very important .. if you could remember anything, no matter how small ... it could mean a great deal to me," I earnestly said to her.
"Miss ... I tried and tried ... but I couldn't hear nothing. She was just yelling ... that's all I know ... the other servants say she's been around before. They say she came when the other governesses left suddenly. I don't know what that means but if it might help you ... I hope you know what it means," she said with great concern.
"Mary ... you're a doll! It helps an awful lot and I do know what it means ... thanks." I bounced up from the table. "I'm going to have to go and see the young man now ... but I really want to thank you for having breakfast with me and for telling me what you did. I also want you to know that you shouldn't worry about the strange things here ... I think that they are going to stop pretty soon."
"I sure hope so, Miss." She got up and started to clear off the table. "Now you go and meet that young man."
I left the room with a lot to think over. For instance ... she had already been here ... obviously thinking that I would have broken down by now. That gave me a better idea of how fast the process was supposed to work. It must take them longer to find the women for this than it does to destroy them.
I felt a little angry and a little smug at the same time ... I had managed to out-last them. Out-last the woman, anyway. I was beginning to see that the Lanigans really didn't want to do what they were doing ... that they stalled and fought as much as they dared. They were just trapped! Maybe they were even a little proud of me for having not broken down ... I noticed a slight shift of attitude towards me last night on the part of Rex. He didn't seem to feel so all-powerful ... he didn't even seem to want to come across that way.
I reached the greenhouse faster than I thought I would ... I looked around for Mark but couldn't find him anywhere. All of a sudden I got a flash of the old paranoia ... what if Mark hadn't sent that note ... what if it was a trap to kidnap me ... or even worse ... what if he had sent it and they had caught him and hurt him in some way! I began to frantically search underneath all the benches of flowers and around the large greenhouse bushes.
I still didn't find him some twenty minutes later ... nor did I find anything that indicated that he had even been there. Now I was really worried. Damn! Maybe I got the wrong place ... I went out to check and make sure. I had gotten the right place.
Where the hell could he be? I wondered to myself. Please, Mark, don't let anything have happened to you because of me. That's the one thing that I don't think I could stand. Please, show up .. . now!
Just then I heard the cheerful greeting, "Hi, honey ... I hope I didn't worry you too much ... I had to check something out and I thought that I would be back before you got here."
"Mark!" I cried out joyfully, "Oh Mark, I thought ... I got scared and I thought something had happened to you."
"Silly goose, what's going to happen to me? They don't even know that we know each other," he said affectionately.
"Don't be so sure," I said seriously. "I just discovered that the whole place is wired for sound ... the whole place! That's one of the ways that they know everything that is going on or what people are thinking."
"I see," he said quietly.
"I also discovered that the woman was here the other day."
"What woman, honey?" he looked puzzled.
Then I remembered that it had only been a theory when we last talked. "The first governess ... she's the reason for all of what's happening. Look ... it's easier to say that our theory was pretty much right. She had a personal vendetta with the Lanigans before she even came here ... she's just carrying it through. Yvonne and Kurt are being forced into it by the same woman threatening their families. She threatened to do the same thing with their brothers and sisters as she wants to do with Melody ... which is put them in this weird convent.
"Actually ... I think they said that she had already kidnapped them and promised to return them when the Lanigans filled a certain quota of women. And she also wants them flippy because then she can convert them," I concluded.
"You, my fair young lady, have been doing your homework!" he said admiringly. "What other little gem did you find out?"
"Well ... the thing of her being here the other day means that I should have already been in loonesville and I'm not. Apparently she is pissed off too."
"Good!" he burst out, "Let her be ... she's not going to get you! Listen ... this is what I figured out. Easter's coming up soon, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay, theoretically, the servants will be gone for Easter ... holiday and all that. So that's when we pack you up and ship you out!"
"Honey ... this is a religious fanatic ... she's got to insist that they do something spectacular for Easter. Especially if I haven't gone bonkers by then! Do you see what I mean?" I reasoned.
"Yeess," he agreed with reservations, "but ... I still think that the house will be emptier than usual. We might have to do it at night when you're supposed to be involved in one of the dealies ... but I do think we can pull it off."
"We could never do it at night! Our only chance would be during the day ... that's when everyone goes back to their coffins like the vampires. I told you that I could walk for miles around here and not meet a soul!"
"AH right ... I remember now ... you did tell me that ... so we do it during the day. How about Easter day itself?"
"Mark ... don't laugh ... but I would rather do it on the day before ... Saturday. Somehow I have the feeling that it would be safer," I said with a slight catch in my voice.
"Sure, honey, anything you say. If that would make you feel better then that's what we'll do," he said lovingly. "And you know that I wouldn't laugh at you ... not about this, anyway."
Then he pulled me to him and hugged me, "Let's go outside."
I nodded and strolled out into the sun with him. It was even hotter than before but as I looked up at the sky I could see the rain clouds forming. They looked like they were moving in our direction pretty fast and that any minute they could break. It didn't bother me though ... I would have even welcomed it ... I was thinking of taking off my dress just to feel cooler! It seemed that Mark had the same idea about taking off clothes....
I watched him as he took off his shirt... pants ... and sandals. He stood in front of me, naked and beautiful... his skin glistening in the sun ... his eyes sparkling ... his hair gently blowing in the slight breeze that had just blown up. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress ... very slowly ... to tease him ... to play with him. But I couldn't drag it out all that long ... having only one zipper and nothing else after that.
I slipped out of the dress and threw it aside ... then I sank to the warm grass. Mark fell down on his knees and joined me ... reaching for my breasts ... he cupped one in his hand and began to gently massage it. I could feel my body respond to him ... I could feel the warmth that comes from wanting sweet loving. I could feel my pussy slowly swell ... not with the intensity that it did with the others ... but with the glow of comfort.
I was luxuriating in Iris touch ... in his tenderness ... in his honest care and concern for me. My nipples grew larger and harder and began to ache slightly. I took Mark's head and pressed his mouth to them. He let his tongue slide around and around the tiny coral-colored area ... occasionally slipping over the actual nipple part. His mouth made soft sucking sounds like a child's suckling his mother's milk.
I reached down to my cunt and slowly began to rub my hand back and forth over the slick flesh. I loved the feeling of my juices ... I loved to play with it... feel it... taste it. I loved to slip my finger between my labia and sandwich it in, then slide it up and down the gash in my mound. I loved to tease my own clitoris ... pretend that I was going to touch it, then stop.
I moved my finger faster and faster... working myself up to a passionate burning desire ... working myself up to wanting Mark's cock more than I wanted anything else in the world. Faster and faster ... thinking of his rod inside of me ... thinking of him probing me ... finding all the little nooks and crannies that would make me soar into the wild blue yonder.
He pushed me down flat on my back ... I felt the sun-warmed, damp earth reach up and caress my back ... welcome me to its folds. It smelled good and rich and clean. It made me feel like a country girl... clean and pure ... one who didn't know about the horrors of life ... who didn't know about driving people insane ... who just believed that everything was good and sweet.
I felt his tender fingers wander over me ... playing a merry little tune on my body. I felt myself rise and fall to its crescendos and diminuendos ... my breath was coming faster and faster and in shorter and shorter spans. It felt so good ... so peaceful ... and yet passionate. He smiled down on me ... leaned over and began to kiss my pelvis ... mound ... and clitoris. I felt it jump each time he touched it ... I felt the shivers run through me ... I felt myself begin to twist and turn ever so slightly on the enveloping ground.
Then he picked my hips up off the ground and lifted them to his mouth. He covered my whole pussy with his hungry orifice ... and began to suck voraciously on it. I adored it ... I adored feeling his tongue poke and push at my hole ... slip up my sweet slit ... tease and play with my clitoris. I felt my pussy get hotter and hotter ... start to demand more ... start to pulsate, trying to suck something inside of it.
I bent my arms so that I could just reach my quivering tits. I plucked at my nipples and pulled at them. I rolled them between my fingers ... then I leaned over as much as I could and let some of my saliva run onto my fingers ... I went back to playing with my nipples ... but now they would slip and slide around.
I started to moan from the pleasure ... writhing more and more in Mark's strong hands ... pressing my cunt harder into his face ... grinding my clitoris till I could feel every little tingle and dart of sensation completely through me. He built me higher and higher ... working me slowly up the golden ladder ... sucked ... licked ... chewed . .. nibbled ... nuzzled ... until I could feel the roaring waves swell and come crashing over me. Until I could feel the earth move under me and the world tremble from the passion.
"Oh baby!" I sighed, "you are so good! I think that I enjoy making it with you more than I have with anyone else in the whole world. You make me feel wanted. Love me some more, sweet Mark ... give me some more of your delicious joy."
"Consider it done," he grinned boyishly.
He turned me over onto my stomach and began to sensuously rub my back ... long even strokes all the way down and then back up again. He would linger briefly over my ass and I felt wonderful shivers well up inside of me and break out in goosebumps all over me. The anticipation was fantastic! He moved and moved and moved all over me ... then casually he let his finger slip down my crack ... and quickly pulled out.
"Mark ... oh Mark," I murmured, "yes, do it, slip your finger ... or tongue ... or cock into my ass ... but do it!"
"Patience, sweet lady, patience," he replied.
Damn him! I didn't want to be patient ... I wanted to demand it now and get it. I wanted to scream and rant and rave with the everlasting pain-pleasure that ass-fucking brought. But actually I didn't have to wait very long ... soon he slipped his finger into my ass and I could feel it pull at my sphincter muscles ... then he drew it out again ... wet his finger with my cunt juices and slipped it back in.
He kept kneading my back while he pushed and pulled his finger in my small puckered hole. I felt the raging heat flashes surge through me ... I felt my cunt contract and release ... I felt the slight burning sensation ... I moaned ... groaned ... cried and came! It hadn't lasted long ... but it never did with me that way.
He rolled me over and lubricated his stiff cock with his pre-cum fluid, then he gently slid it inside of my cunt. His hardness was pure joy ... it pressed its way further and further up my cunt to the very back. As he was gliding up the rain began to fall. It was very gentle at first, then it started to come down in a torrential downpour.
All of a sudden we were mud-splattered from head to toe and I could feel the mud of the ground ooze up between us. It was cold and wet and slippery but it felt good. It wiggled up between my ass ... it slipped between our bodies ... it covered us ... it made me think of Lady Chatterly's lover.... He was a gardener, too.
The rain and thunder and lightning and the smell of the earth mingled with our own smells was overpowering. It engulfed me ... engulfed Mark ... wrapped us up and cradled us. I moved harder and faster with him. I laughed and screamed ... I caught the rain on the tip of my tongue and squinted when it hit my eyes. I writhed and contorted on the muddy, rain-soaked ground ... feeling a part of it... making it a part of me . . feeling the most abandonment that I had ever experienced!
Then suddenly we exploded together ... bursting and soaring through the orgasm together. It was beautiful... it was fantastic!
As we lay there in the peaceful aftermath of our loving ... the rain falling steadily down on us ... I suddenly remembered that it was Good Friday.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The thought that it was Good Friday did not cheer me in the least. I turned to Mark and asked, "Hey ... do you have the time?"
"Sure ... it's noon. Do you have to go?"
"Yes ... yes, I have to go," I said nervously. "By the way, Easter is Sunday ... so if we're going to carry out this great plan it must be tomorrow!"
"Okay," he said cheerfully, "now don't worry about a thing ... I'll take care of everything that needs to be done ... just be ready by noon tomorrow."
"All right," I said quietly, "oh ,.. where do you want to meet me?"
"Do you remember how to get to the statue garden?"
I nodded that I did.
"Well, there is a garden right next to it... I'll meet you there." Then he gave me a quick kiss good-bye and got up ... put on his slightly soggy clothes .. and left.
I decided that I shouldn't lie there any longer and did the same. I ran back to the house ... suddenly I wanted the comfort of its four walls and roof ... even it would be better than the outside. The rain had ceased being romantic ... now evil and death lurked in it and I wanted to be as far away from it as I could.
I went straight to my room when I got inside and lay down. I wanted to sleep until tomorrow ... I didn't want to know any more about this day. I had a very strong feeling that the whole thing was going to come to a head today and no matter what I did ... I couldn't shake the feeling off.
I had fallen into a deep sleep almost as soon as I lay down. I must have been asleep for hours when I suddenly woke up with a start. I had heard a sound in my room ... I lay very still ... frozen to the bed ... I had opened my eyes and saw that it was pitch black outside ... I didn't want to move for fear that I would give myself away. I knew that there was danger near me.
Then I saw them ... four masked men ... I wasn't sure whether I was hallucinating it or whether it was real ... but they looked like they were dressed as Roman soldiers. I wanted to scream out ... but I couldn't ... I thought that I might just possibly still be asleep ... but I knew that I wasn't. I could only pray that they would go away and leave me alone. They didn't.
The next thing I knew they had grabbed me and were carrying me off to an unknown destination. I was, for the first time, too terrified to do anything. I couldn't move ... couldn't scream ... cry ... wiggle ... nothing. ... I was like a lump of clay. I was completely and totally paralyzed with fear!
I tried to see at least where they were taking me ... we left the house and walked across the lawn ... not a word had been spoken ... then we entered the garden ... the one Mark had wanted me to meet him in tomorrow. I suddenly wondered if Mark was really with them after all ... if he was one of them. I felt like crying ... but I hung onto the fact that Yvonne and Kurt both said that he had nothing to do with it.
Finally we reached the middle of the garden and they lay me down on the ground. That's when I could open my eyes ... then I wished with everything that I had that I hadn't done it. Standing in the middle was a huge wooden cross! Jesus' cross! I was convinced that they had actually been able to find it and buy it. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was going to be crucified ... I was going to be crucified because I had fought them ... because I hadn't gone mad ... because I hadn't really believed in the bible when I had come ... now I was going to die.
Two of the men grabbed me and lifted me up to the cross. I didn't try to struggle with them .. or fight them ... I was totally at their mercy ...
totally at their will. They got me in position, then they strapped me to the wooden structure with raw-leather thongs.
Then they tore my clothes from my body and began to beat me with peacock feathers ... the stem part. I was confused ... I couldn't understand what was going on. Then I stopped trying. I amazingly found myself getting turned on. I had to smile to myself ... I could see myself going out with an orgasm. The more that they beat me ...
the more that I was becoming wet ... the more that my pussy began to ache ... the more that I wanted to be fucked.
Suddenly out of the dark, murky gloom a man stood before me. A man that I knew and knew well. A man that I knew in the biblical sense. I had seen him dressed like this once before ... and I thought that he had looked like Him then ... now I knew. Rex was Jesus ... he had to be ... for there he stood ... watching me writhe on my torture structure.
Then he spoke, "You were the one that should have died. Not I. You were the one that turned the people from me ... you told them that I was a man ... you knew ... so you had to tell."
"I didn't know that they would do that to you," I cried. "You always said that you didn't ask for the gig ... that you wanted to be ordinary ... that you wished that the people would leave you alone ... so I told them ... and I proved it."
"Mary Magdalene ... you must now know what it was that I went through ... for it is now your time to take the gig."
"No! NNNNNNOOOOOOOOI!!!!" I screamed into infinity.
"Move!" he barked to the men who were still beating me.
They moved quickly aside, then he disrobed ... he reached out and began to stroke my tortured body. My arms were aching ... my legs were aching ... my cunt was aching ... my breasts were aching ... I felt as if I was in childbirth . .. I felt that I was going to give birth to the new messiah. I didn't want to and by now I was crying ... I didn't want the gig ... I didn't want all that went with it.
He continued to stroke me in the most erotic manner ... I couldn't stop my natural instincts from flaring up ... I couldn't stand in nature's way. I had to give in ... his power was stronger than mine. I felt the shivers run up and down me. I felt the pain stab and pound at me ... mingled with the sexual sensation ... the two were becoming indistinguishable.
He touched my breasts ... clawing them with his nails ... or was it just nails for wood? ... the blood ran down my stomach and over my mound. He touched my pussy with hands of fire and I felt the singeing, searing pain of fire ... I glanced down and thought I saw myself on fire ... I thought I saw the burning bush . . I looked up at the heavens and asked, "Oh God why me ... what have I done? ... Oh God!"
The pain, the amazing pain ... it flamed and fired and bled all through me ... I felt it wind its way in a snakelike pattern through me ... I felt the orgasm build ... I felt the world build ... I felt the life force build in me. I felt the convulsions ... the spasms ... the contortions ... I felt the touch of his hands on my body.
Then I felt the touch of several hands ... a million hands ... the whole world's hands were upon me ... touching me. They touched my pussy ... clitoris ... breasts ... ass ... back ... stomach ... pelvis ... labia ... every part of me that was available. They even managed to touch my soul, I think.
I knew I was going to go over very soon ... I felt it coming ... coming ... coming ... coming ... it came! I came! I couldn't stop it ... I couldn't stop the feelings of sheer pleasure ... I couldn't stop my body from responding completely to the erotic sensations.
I passed out for a few minutes but was quickly revived when I felt the peacock feathers. Again and again they lashed across my body. Again and again I felt the searing sting ... again and again I felt the thin strips of blood trickling down me.
Then the ultimate happened. He rammed his hard tool into my cunt! I hadn't felt it in so long ... I knew that I had been waiting for it for centuries. I knew that I had wanted to feel him inside of me once more. I felt him slam into me time and time again. I felt a ripping, tearing pain shoot through me. My mind rushed back to when I was young and had lost my virginity. I knew this feeling ... I knew it from then ... but I wasn't a virgin ... I knew I wasn't a virgin!
The blood running down my leg was belying that fact! It was proving that I was wrong. I felt his cock jab at me ... I felt it force my cunt walls to accept it ... I felt it force its way up into my womb ... I knew that I was going to give birth and I didn't want to.
I was crying and screaming at the same time .. . but it continued ... over and over ... faster and faster ... harder and harder ... deeper and deeper. I felt his cock ... I felt another cock in my ass at the same time. I felt a cock in my mouth ... I thought it was impossible since I was up on the cross .. . but then, the whole thing was impossible.
It was there-I couldn't deny it no matter how hard I tried to ... it was there and I had to feel it ... I had to experience it. One cock ... one rod ... one tool ... all drilling and pounding and hammering away at me.
More ... there was more ... they were all inside of me at once ... there was everyone inside of me ... hammering to get out ... everyone inside of me pleading and begging to be released ... but I didn't want to give birth ... I didn't want to be the one responsible for it all. I didn't want to have to look after everyone else ... I had a hard enough time with myself.
There were at least two crowning scepters in me at once ... two in each opening of my being ... and they were all filling me up with the life force ... they were all shooting off their creamy, white liquid at different times. Orgasms blended into orgasms blended into orgasms ... they didn't differentiate from moment to moment. I would pass out and come-to still being fucked ... the blood still flowing freely from me .. . the suffering still continuing.
Over and over again I felt the sharp impalements of each and every one of them ... over and over again ... I felt the soul-searching probing of their rods ... over and over again ... I was sure that I was going to die right there. I had never experienced the totality of every and all ... I had never known every and all of mankind.
I was the vehicle for the coming of newness ... suddenly I felt the world explode into light ... into white light ... suddenly I heard it all ... I heard every cry ... every scream ... every orgasm that the world had ... was going to have ... did have ... and was having.
I saw ... heard ... felt ... was ... experienced it! I was the world. I felt it rip through me in great convulsing waves ... in mountainous surgings ... in eternal wailings! I was crucified and died ... to bring life! I was crucified and born again!! I was!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I woke up to the sound of Mark's frantic voice, "Joan ... Joan ... oh God, please wake up ... Joan!"
"Mark?" my voice sounded very far away to me. Then I thought of last night and I panicked ... I was sure that I looked like a disaster victim ... I was sure that there was blood from head to foot over me. "Mark?"
"Joan, oh baby, you're all right ... I'm right here, honey," he said soothingly.
"Mark? What do I look like?" I asked in a small frightened voice.
"You look fine, sweetheart ... it was just that you were so pale and lying here and all-I thought that maybe you had suddenly gotten sick and passed out or something."
It dawned on me that Mark was talking like I was fully dressed or something. My eyes shot open and I took a good look at myself. I was fully dressed ... I had not a mark on me ... I sat up! I didn't even ache! I swirled around and looked ... no cross!
"Mark! Mark this can't be!" I said, my fear becoming even greater.
"Honey, what can't be? What are you talking about? You look positively scared purple ... talk to me."
"Mark ... I don't even know how to begin ... yes, I am scared ... scared purple," I quivered.
"Well, honey, let's just do it like we always do ... start at the beginning and go through until the end," he said quietly.
"Mark ... I had a feeling yesterday ... an intuition, if you will ... that this whole mess was going to culminate in some way last night. All I wanted to do was to go to sleep until today ... wake up ... and run away with you. Maybe part of it had to do with the fact that it was Good Friday, yesterday, and there was a thunderstorm at noon.
"I went to sleep as soon as I got back to the house. I also got awakened later that night by four men in Roman soldier's outfits. They carried me to this garden and tied me to a wooden cross ... then they beat me ... then Rex came ... only it wasn't Rex ... it was Christ ... and he was saying that I had to know what he went through. I had to go through it because it's going to be my gig now and he kept calling me Mary Magdalene. The weird thing is that I responded to him as Mary.
"Then they beat me to a bloody pulp ... they fucked me outrageously ... all of them ... I was suddenly a virgin ... I gave birth ... I saw the blood, the marks, the result of the birth! I saw it, Mark! Arid I wasn't crazy and I didn't imagine it and I wasn't asleep! The last thing I remember is passing out on the cross ... stark naked ... and a mass of blood and dirt and semen."
"Baby, I found you out here on the ground ... pale as could be ... but you were fully dressed ... your bags are here ... packed ... and there's not a mark on your lovely body," he said patiently, "and I swear that to you ... I wouldn't he about that. By the way ... there has never been a cross in this garden since I've been here."
"Mark, I know that you wouldn't lie to me ... I'm sure that there hasn't ever been a cross here before ... or will ever be after ... but it was there last night and I was on it! Just as I'm sure you found me just like this and my bags all neatly packed beside me ... but that's not the way I was at last count!" I declared.
"Joan, I'm no more doubting your word than you are doubting mine," he replied sincerely. "Maybe we should just forget about the whole thing."
"Yes ... after we do one more thing, Mark. I'm going back to the house. You can come with me if you want or you can stay ... but I'm going back ... if anyone's there I'll be very careful not to get caught," I stated with a great deal of determination.
"I'll go with you ... I'm not about to let you out of my sight now ... but what do you mean by ... if?" he looked puzzled.
"Just what I said ... come with me and you'll see," I answered him.
We walked back towards the house ... the grounds were quieter than usual... if that was at all possible. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there wasn't going to be anyone there. Mark must have sensed that something was out of place because he kept getting slower and slower as we got closer and closer to the house.
Finally we reached it ... I pulled a door open and walked in. I expected to not see anyone ... I didn't expect what happened!
"Holy shit!" Mark gave a low whistle, "I see what you mean."
We looked around us ... there wasn't anything there! Nothing] The place had been stripped clean. I ran upstairs to my room ... nothing] Nothing in the halls ... the rooms ... the closets ... nothing! Mark was right on my heels the whole way. We finally reached the third floor ... having searched every room on the way very carefully. We started to go through the third-floor rooms systematically when we reached a room that wasn't empty.
It was the room where I had first had dinner. The table and benches were still there.
"Mark, this is the room where I first had dinner," I said in hushed tones.
"Is it the same as it was?" he asked me. "The door's different ... it was rough planks, too. And there's no dishes either," I started to wander around the room.
Suddenly I stopped short in front of the table, "Over here!" I cried. "Look!" I said, pointing to the table.
"Oh my God," Mark moaned, then he read out-loud the message that was burned into the table, "The world has been reborn again . .. creation has started over ... she has come to us and given us life...'" "Mark," I said in a small voice, "let's get out of here!"
"I second the motion!" he said emphatically.
Minutes later we were in his apartment ... drinks in hands ... my bags on the floor ... with his beside them.
"Baby, may I make a suggestion?" he asked.
"Go right ahead," I replied ... taking a large gulp from my drink.
"Let's just forget the whole thing ever happened ... we had rich uncles who suddenly died and left us a bunch of money ... and none of this happened at all."
He sounded so eager ... I really wanted to forget it ... I really wanted to say that none of it happened and that my rich uncle left me the money ... but I didn't think I could.
"Mark, I'll make a deal with you ... well never mention it again ... but I can't promise you that I'll forget it. I can't promise that there might not be nights that I wake up screaming from the memories of it," I said honestly.
"Okay, honey, I understand that. Now... where are we going from here? We have lots of money so don't have to worry about that for a while ... got any suggestions?"
"Yeh ... clear out of California ... as far away from it as we can get! I want to go to New York ... I want to smell the familiar dirty smells ... and deal with the familiar weirdness and weirdos! I love New York and coming here was definitely a MISTAKE!!!!"
Mark laughed at my staunch reply, "That's the greatest idea I've heard in a long time! And probably the most sensible statement too."
A couple of weeks had gone by and we were in New York ... in our own apartment. Mark looked at me and said, "Come here, beautiful. I lust after your bod."
I laughed and went to him ... we were deliriously happy. He took me in his arms and started to kiss me ... kiss my eyelids ... face ... neck ... hands ... all over me. I felt the glow start up in the pit of my stomach ... I felt the juices begin to churn and ready themselves for action.
He pulled me down onto the rug and began to undress me ... slowly ... gently ... tenderly take my clothes off of me. I felt my passion raising its head and weaving through me. I felt my cunt be- gin to swell and throb. When he got all my clothes off, he slid down my body and started to suck on my sweet pussy. He licked it... and nibbled at it ... he made my clitoris grow and grow until all the folds were all smoothed out and the tip of it was hard and red.
Then he slid his tongue back and forth over it ... very slowly ... very erotically ... teasing me ... making it jump and twitch. I began to moan and groped for his hard rod. Once I found it I closed my hand over it and began to rub up and down on it. It kept growing hotter and hotter in my hand ... it kept spurting little drops of love fluid ... lubricating my hand.
I rubbed harder and harder ... then suddenly I pulled him around to me so that I could suck on him at the same time that he was sucking on me. I slipped the long tool into my mouth and ran my tongue up and down it. Tasting it... feeling it inside of my mouth ... playing with it... making it dance against my teeth.
He was beginning to get more ardent and more intense with his sucking... so I matched his strokes with mine. We sucked and licked ... I ran my tongue underneath his balls ... driving him wild. I heard his groans and my groans ... I felt his juice and my juice ... I ate his cock while he ate my cunt. We built it higher and higher ... going faster and faster. Sucking ... gasping ... greedily jerking each other off ... lustfully bringing each other to the point of bliss.
Then I felt the ripples and waves move up his tube ... I felt the ripples and waves move through my body ... I felt us come ... joyously come ... with shouts of happy laughter!
"Hey lady, I want to fuck you ... how about that!" he giggled.
"Sure thing, mister, that's just fine!" I chuckled.
He grabbed me and pulled me up to a standing position ... then he lifted me up onto his cock ... I felt it slip into my full swollen vagina. I felt it push my cunt walls aside ... I felt the juice from my pussy ooze down my crack to my ass.
He slowly started to lift me up and push me down on his magnificent shaft. I could feel the swollen tip poke and prod further and further inside of me. I could feel the heat of our bodies melt into each other. I could hear the sounds of broken suction when he lifted me up ... the slurping sound of fucking.
I pressed my face to his and forced his lips to part. Then I searched his mouth for his tongue ... my playmate ... my toy. When I found it I began to dart and tease it with my own. I played with his teeth ... I played with his lips ... I played with his tongue. Faster and faster I pushed the hard little projection into his mouth ... using it like a cock ... fucking his mouth like I would a pussy if I were a man.
Our breathing began to quicken and come in shorter and shorter gasps ... we began to heave and moan. Our juices were flowing and our bodies were sweating with the exertion of our activity. He began to move more and more quickly ...
ramming his rod in deeper and deeper. I could feel the tip prime my smaller hole ... prime it for its entry. Then suddenly it was there.
"Oh yes, baby," I cried, "oh yes, fuck me ... fuck me good!"
"I'm going to drive it into you until it comes out of your throat!"
"Yyyyeeessss!!!!!" I screamed.
Damn, he was good. He made the fires in me flare to a raging inferno in no time flat ... he made me a wild woman in heat. I chewed and bit his lips ... I clawed his back ... I growled in a savage way. I rotated and ground my hips on him. I screwed them around and around. I shoved him into me deeper than I ever knew anyone could go.
I twisted and writhed ... I rolled and rocked ... I slapped and bounced ... I jumped up and down on him. We grunted and groaned together. We moaned and screamed together. Then we exploded together! Exploded and burst into a thousand tiny little pieces ... shattered all over the room ... shot after shot of his sweet cum slammed into my pussy.
I climbed off of him and took his still-spurting cock into my mouth ... I wanted to catch the last few drops of the tangy liquid. I loved its taste ... I loved it because it's a part of him. It's millions and billions of little tiny Marks.
"You know what?" I asked impishly.
"No, what?"
"I like you ... I think I'll keep you around for a while."
"I should hope so, Mrs. Alten, I should hope so."
Suddenly the bell rang.
"Darn ... I wonder who that is ... I don't feel like getting dressed," I grumbled.
"I don't know, honey, but I guess you had better answer it ... which means putting on some clothes."
"Yeah... okay."
I slipped into a shift ... the same one that I had on when Mark and I had made it in the rain back in California. I suddenly got a cold chill ... like something was wrong.
I opened the door and stared with a mixture of horror ... delight ... and surprise. . . .
"Hello, Melody," I said.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I watched the furniture men move the last piece of furniture into what had been the Lanigan's house and thought, "Well ... it's done ...it may have taken a year ... but we're here and everything is ready to go."
"Darling?" I heard Mark say to me.
"Yes, love... Dawn has just arrived ... Heinz has finished helping me and should probably get ready to go ... and Reed isn't here yet," he filled me in. "Hi Dawn ... welcome to your new home," I smiled, "Mark will fill you in on everything ... what you're to do first ... where things are ... and how to work the control panel!"
"Okay ... that will be just fine," Dawn said.
"I don't think we should have any trouble," Heinz replied.
"All right then ... Heinz, you re to pick up Susan Miller at the airport in an hour so you had better start now."
"If you're sure you don't need me for anything else," he said.
"Yes, I'm sure, anything else we can handle here."
Heinz left for the airport and Mark went to show Dawn her room and the area that she would be responsible for ... that left me to my own devices. I sat down with the list of the cast of characters and their order of appearance ... I wanted to make sure that everything was there and in proper conditions I had to admit to myself that I was a little nervous ... like one's first stage appearance ... I wanted to be sure that nothing could go wrong.
Heinz would be the first person that she met... I remember trying to find just the right combination for his position. He was almost better than Kurt ... although I had a partiality towards him ... I suppose because he was from my own experience. It took us three months to find each person ... plus negotiating for the house and getting the furniture. Kurt may have been slightly more charismatic ... which was a toss-up ... but I was pleased with Heinz.
Then there was the cameo appearance of our housekeeper ... when I was so involved with the Lanigans I hadn't noticed that their housekeeper had never shown up again. I never saw her again after the initial greeting. I even remember Rex saying to me that if I ever needed anything that I was to tell her, Yvonne, or them. It would have been funny if I had really tried to tell her ... since she had left that night.
Next would be Dawn ... her I definitely liked better than Yvonne ... and I had become very attached to Yvonne by the end. But Dawn had a way about her that was unbeatable ... her beauty was phenomenal ... and her ability to improvise was superb! Yes ... Mark had done extremely well in finding her ... outdone himself, for that matter.
Then there was Reed Samuels ... Susan's equivalent-to-be of Mark. Just like Mark, Reed knew nothing of what was going to happen. He only knew that he was supposed to say specific things to certain lands of questions and from there he'd be on his own. I was confident that it would work out the same way ... as it had with Mark and I ... they were so perfectly matched. At least now I knew the careful consideration and concern that the Lanigans had taken in finding my back-up system. The one person who would be able to keep me straight and sane ... or a reasonable facsimile of same ... throughout the ordeal.
Finally there was our Irish cook ... and her name was Mary also. I loved her as much as I did my Mary ... she had the same winning manner ... and could convince anyone that she was totally innocent of any involvement with the whole mystery ... a poor victim herself.
The questions that had had to be asked ... the tests ... the trying out of each and every one that applied was finally all over. Now it was up to fate ... timing ... and lots of good method acting to carry it through. I sat and mused over the past year ... from the time that Melody had showed up on our doorstep ... to now. And starting today, Melody would be our child.
"Hi Mom," Melody's voice broke through my reverie, "everything all set and ready to do?"
"Yes, darling ... everything's all together. You look stunning! Someday you'll have to tell me how you maintain the look of a sixteen-year-old so well," I teased her.
"Maybe ... if you are a real good girl I'll clue you into my little secret," she smiled sweetly.
I still couldn't believe it ... here I was, Susan Miller ... going to be a governess to the Alten's sixteen-year-old daughter. I reminded myself of one of the heroines in those Gothic novels I used to read. Only these were modern days ... days of mechanization ... sophistication. No one became a governess anymore ... especially a young, relatively attractive divorcee, with a PhD. in social psychiatry.
At least, that's what one of my girl friends said to me when I told her of my new job ... I reminded her that where else could I find an easier job for that kind of money at age twenty-eight. She had to agree with me.
I had been trying ... with my rambling thoughts ... to avoid the piercing eyes of the chauffeur. I was intensely aware of him staring at me by way of the rear-view mirror. The whole trip from the airport had been a battle of wills ... now we were entering the private road that led to the estate ... and I was losing the skirmish. I felt my body alternately flash hot and cold every time our eyes met and I was beginning to want him in spite of myself. He was good-looking but I wasn't sure if that was the best way to start a new job.
I tried to ignore the hot sticky feeling between my legs by looking out across the grounds of the huge estate. I laughed to myself when I thought of my initial reaction after reading Who's Who. ... Total awe! I still remembered it word for word.
"Mr. Mark Alten and his wife, Joan Sumter Alten, were independently wealthy ... when they married, their combined fortunes surpassed that of the Fords, Rockefellers and Kennedys combined. Their accomplishments in the academic world are many and well-known. Their philanthropic endeavors are so numerous that they cannot be listed. They have a daughter whose name is Melody Ann Alten."
"Miss Miller," the cold precise voice abruptly cut through my thoughts, "we have arrived."
I looked at the eyes of the chauffeur and felt my knees suddenly begin to shake. As I gathered my hat and bag while he opened the door of the car, I thought to myself, Oh God, just let me get out gracefully ... don't let me stumble all over myself ... I couldn't bear to feel his patronizing attitude. I got out of the car and our bodies accidentally brushed against each other's. I felt an electric shock slam through me ... I thought I was going to collapse for sure this time.
I angrily chided myself for behaving like a silly schoolgirl. I paused for a minute to pull myself together and stop my shakes. I felt ridiculous ... no man had ever had this kind of effect on me before ... and frankly I couldn't see why he was.
Dawn ran up to Melody and me and told us that Heinz and Susan had arrived.
"They look like they are just getting out of the car ... and she looks shook," Melody announced, peeking through the curtain, "kind of like you did, Joan, when you got here."
"I'll never forget that!" I laughed, "I thought that all I wanted was to get out of the car without making a fool of myself in front of Kurt. I bet she's thinking the exact same thing."
"Bet you're right," Melody giggled. "All right now ... everyone take their places. ... The game has begun," I said softly.
I turned around and asked him, "By the way, what's your name?"
"Heinz Rittle, madame," he answered.
"Oh, are you German?" I asked, trying to keep my appearance casual.
"No, madame, Austrian."
"I see ... well, I just thought I should start learning the names of everyone as long as I'm going to work here," I explained a little lamely.
"Of course, madame," he said with a slight mocking smile playing on his lips, "and may I add that I do hope you'll stay and enjoy yourself."
As I turned toward the house I could have sworn that I saw his eyes strip me clean of my clothes ... I wondered if that last remark was an invitation to a more intimate relationship. We walked up to the front door and waited for someone to open it. I felt naked and hot... I was burning up with desire for this strange precise man standing behind me.
What seemed like years was only seconds before someone answered the door. I immediately wondered if no one smiled in this strange house.
"Sarah, Mrs. Miller, the new governess," Heinz introduced us.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Miller," Sarah said as she ushered us inside, "I'm the head housekeeper."
Standing a few feet away from her was a beautiful, delicate girl ... she looked very shy and cowered by the older woman.
"Hello, Sarah," I replied.
"This will be your personal maid," she said turning and indicating the young girl, "her name is Dawn. If there is anything that you need ... just ask her and she will get it for you ... if she is not there, then look for me. And may I add that I do hope you'll stay and enjoy yourself."
"Thank you very much ... I'm sure that I will," I murmured.
"Dawn will show you to your room," she said, then turned and walked away.
"How did it go, Sarah?" I asked her as she came towards me.
"Fine, Joan. I think that she is as nervous as you could want ... and when I said the thing about enjoying herself ... she flinched. It was almost unnoticeable ... but there nonetheless. And she was immediately attracted to Dawn ... so there should be no problem with that."
"Good ... you did a fine job. Mark will give you your check when you leave and I thank you very much for coming," I told her.
"Thank you\ It's not often that a starving actress can pick up that much money for so little work," she laughed.
I followed the beautiful young girl named Dawn up the long winding carpeted staircase ... I looked at some of the statuary and paintings on the wall and in little niches. I realized that there was a small fortune on this one wall alone. Then I got to thinking about what Sarah had said. That was the second time that someone had hoped that I would stay ... not to mention that they hoped that I would enjoy myself.
I felt somewhat like a guest... although I was hired just like they were ... but I also felt a little odd. It was like they didn't expect me to stay... but I might as well enjoy myself while I'm here, I thought.
We finally arrived at my room ... Dawn opened the door and stood aside to let me pass. I was amazed and awed ... it was immense] There was a French window that covered half the wall and a terrace outside. The furnishings themselves were fit for royalty ... and when I looked at the bed I felt like I might get lost in it. My bags were already there and unpacked.
I turned to Dawn and asked, "Are all the rooms like this?"
"Ah ... no, madame," she sounded embarrassed. "What are they like?"
"Well, madame, this is actually the smallest room outside of the servants' rooms," she replied in a low voice.
"My God ... I don't think that I would want a room any bigger than this one ... I think that I would feel overwhelmed in it. By the way, please call me Susan ... I can't really resonate with the 'madame' bit," I said lightly.
"Okay, Susan. I know what you mean about a bigger room ... the servants' quarters are about the size of a medium-size London flat ... that's each ... and that's plenty for me," she said gayly.
I turned and looked around the room some more ... I was tired and felt like lying down for a minute. I went over to the bed and tentatively sat on it ... it was then that I noticed the picture on the wall.
I watched Dawn quietly sneak out of Susan's room and start down the hall. Mark and I waved her over to us.
"Well?" we both asked at the same time.
"Man ... she is great! From what you have told me of what you were like when you first got here she sounds like a double for you!" Dawn enthusiastically reported.
"Beautiful! I thought that she would be when I interviewed her. She didn't know it was me ... I wore a disguise," I said in a soft, low voice.
Dawn's laughter spilled out from her lovely mouth, "You must have been great. I can see it all now ... and are you patriotic and loyal to your country ... do you believe in Mom and apple pie?"
"Come on now ... I wasn't that bad!" I tried to sound injured by her remark.
"Oh, I know that ... but I bet you had a hard time keeping a straight face." She was still giggling.
"Well ... at times I must confess that you're right. But remember, I went through what she's going to go through ... and I kept remembering that it was no picnic for me ... so I couldn't really laugh all that much," I said seriously.
"Yeah ... I guess that's true," she said less jokingly.
"Has she found the picture yet?" Mark asked.
"Sure," Dawn replied ... her spirits immediately bouncing back, "how do you think I got out of the room without her noticing. I wanted to come and tell you all that she is perfect ... so I zapped her into wanting to see the picture and she saw it. No, I guess she felt tired and she went to lie down on the bed ... so what was the first thing she sees ... right on ... the picture."
"You better be going back in pretty soon, though," I told her, "she should be just about at the right spot for you to join in."
"Okedokey," she said impishly ... then went back to Susan's room.
"I think it's going to work, darling," I said to Mark.
"I think you just might be right ... let's hope so.
I got up to take a closer look at it because it seemed so lifelike. When I took a closer inspection I discovered that the picture was of two young girls ... they were about twelve or thirteen. They were completely naked and looked like the two most nubile nymphettes that I had ever seen.
They were in the position of making love and I felt my cunt begin to get sticky again.
Then I saw the small button right underneath it ... I decided to push it just to see what would happen. I thought it probably was a bell for Dawn ... but I was wrong ... I couldn't believe my eyes. The girls began to actually move ... not stiffly, but like two real girls. Between Heinz and the picture, I was very turned on.
I could feel the juices slowly start to ooze down my thighs ... my panties no longer being able to contain the sticky fluid. I felt them adhere themselves to the shape of my cunt... I felt the desire build up in me and knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
I thought about moving away from the picture but then realized that I couldn't ... nor did I really want to. I felt myself slowly slip more and more into a dreamlike state. I hooked my fingers into the top band of my bikinis and languorously wiggled out of them ... then when they were off my hips I just let them fall around my feet.
I began to caress my hips and pelvis ... down between my thighs ... and all around my mound. I teased and played about my clitoris ... building the fire inside of me ... stoking it with more and more kindling wood. Then I dipped my finger into my dripping cunt ... it was warm and wet and exciting.
I watched the two girls play with each other's tits ... pinching them up between their fingers and running the tip of their tongues lightly over the hard buttons. I watched them caress then-soft, young bodies together ... flesh to flesh ... mound to mound ... lips to lips. I watched the flush of desire spread over them ... I looked at their smooth, hairless cunts and felt as if I could almost taste them in my mouth.
I shoved my finger harder and harder into my burning pussy ... the juice soaking my hand ... soaking my thighs ... soaking the rugs. My clitoris was jumping and dancing about, madly trying to get some attention ... so with my free hand I began to wiggle it back and forth. I felt the sparks of electricity shoot through me ... shorting my body into spasms of delight.
The girls had now climbed over each other and were beginning to suck on each other's sweet snatches. Their long, red, full tongues snaked and licked around their tiny little nubs. They were teasing each other ... building each other ... lapping at the creamy liquid that was flowing so profusely from their holes. They would dip their tongues deep into each other's vaginas, then pull out with the glistening fluid on the tip of it.
I was moaning and working furiously at my aching cunt ... I couldn't seem to get enough of myself ... fast enough to satisfy. I thought of Heinz and wished that he was here ... then immediately wished that he wasn't. I felt the warning lights go off inside of me ... the ones that said I was going over the brink ... that I was hitting the point of no return. I slammed into myself harder and harder ... trying to reach that peak as fast as I could.
I noticed that the girls were seemingly doing the same thing . . , their youthful faces had looks of agonized ecstasy ... their soft ... sweet ... passionate bodies were heaving and tossing about in the throes of pure lust. Their teeth were gleaming against the redness of their swollen cunts ... their tongues were beating rapidly across their full-fledged clitorises.
I could feel myself climbing higher and higher ... soaring through the air like a great winged bird ... up and up and up on the air currents ... over the abyss .. . and then I came! I rocked and shuddered on the back of my heels ... I felt the vibrations rip through me ... I felt the lightning flash zap up my spine!
I watched the girls as their mouths opened in a scream ... as their small bodies were shattered by the force of their orgasm! I watched them as they continued to fiercely suck and chew their clitorises, prolonging the flight of the orgasm! I watched their bodies being racked by the energy of the spasms raging through them.
This didn't stop them ... I hadn't had a really close view of one of the girls' clitoris ... when they rolled away from each other I saw that it was quite long. She took it in her hand and straddled the other girl and slipped it into her still-dripping cunt. I saw a look a pure bliss spread over the girl's face.
Since they didn't stop ... neither could I. I found myself changing my finger in my cunthole to my asshole and moving my thumb into my pussy. The finger in my ass was well-lubricated from my cunt juices that it had slipped and slid easily inside of the tight puckered hole. I began to move them rapidly back and forth ... losing myself in the motion.
All of a sudden I felt two hands cup around my breasts. I tore my eyes away from the picture long enough to glance behind me. It was Dawn ... naked and smiling. She pressed her tiny tits into my back ... she stopped and quickly shed me of my dress. Then she resumed her rubbing of my back and massaging of my breasts.
Now I could feel the bonfire turning into an inferno ... an uncontrollable inferno. I was going crazy ... I slammed faster and faster into myself ... I watched the girls in an almost obscene way ... I forced my fingers to go deeper and deeper until I was practically breaking my hand. I couldn't believe what was happening to me ... I had never felt quite the same sensations before ... they were almost frightening!
Dawn was now running her tongue along my shoulder blades ... torturing me ... driving me ... crazing me. I heard myself let out a loud scream that sounded twisted and curled around my ears to remaining ringing in them forever. Then she reached down with one of her hands and began to rub my pulsing nub of flesh. She was hard and rough with it and I could feel little stabs of pain ... but it thrilled me ... sent me flying ... excited me even more.
The girl with the long clitoris was fucking the other one with an intensity that I didn't know children could possess. She was slamming into her faster and faster ... she was making her writhe and squirm ... jerk and purl ... shudder and shake ... I could see the orgasm almost ready to break over them ... I could feel the orgasm almost ready to break over me ... I could sense the orgasm almost ready to break over Dawn.
We all were building and building ... we were wild women ... jungle women in the wild ... mad women screaming and beating ourselves. We were driving ourselves and each other ... forcing ourselves and each other ... drilling each other and ourselves ... we were going to make it all at once and it was going to shake the buildings all over the earth. It was going to demolish where we stood ... it was going to shatter us.
Faster and faster ... harder and harder ... more and more ... until we were lost ... lost in another space ... in another dimension ... in another universe. We were not able to see or feel or know from the planet earth ... we were far beyond that. Then I felt the rumble of the molten hot liquid start its eruption ... start it spraying and spewing forth from my crater!
I felt Dawn's body suddenly rock forward against mine ... I felt her fluid run into mine and down my leg ... I felt its burning path all the way down! I saw the girls vibrate violently from their orgasm! I felt the building go out from under us ... and our beings shatter into a thousand tiny little pieces!
Dawn leaned over and picked me up off the floor and led me over to the bed. She was smiling in a warm, fulfilled way.
"You're really beautiful," she said softly.
I couldn't even comprehend her statement... I was much too much fogged out.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour... I'll pick you up and take you there," she told me, then left the room.