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Chapter 10
The shock that woke him was as though he had been dropped into the car seat from a great height. When he opened his eyes, he found himself strangely energized, in spite of the lucid details of his dream. Why had he let this man have his wife, over and over? Few husbands would have been so accommodating, so weak in the face of a wife's professed sexual encounters. How could he have brought her here a second time? Suddenly he knew what had to be done.
Neither the manicured lawn nor the marble steps under his feet weakened his resolve. He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take his wife from this place once and for all. No longer would he wait for the spoils of another man like a timid peasant resigned to gathering table scraps for sustenance.
It was more anger and desperation than epiphany that drove him through the heavy front door that opened easily against his weight. Once inside, the opulence of the house's interior was lost on him as he blindly invaded room after room, ready to claim his wife at the instant he caught sight of her. Pausing at the sweeping stairs leading to the second story, he looked up into the darkness, listening for the slightest whisper, a single footstep, any clue that might lead him to his first and final stand against this devil, this puppet-master whose strings held his wife in an endless dance of submission.
Silence. The eerie emptiness of the house began to eat away at the confidence that had taken so long to muster, as though his wife's lover may even possess the power to take her from this world for a time, or make her invisible to anyone who might intrude.
He pressed forward, past the thickly carpeted stairs, then under the open balcony twenty feet over his head. The door before him was different than the others. Wider, made of solid hand-rubbed walnut, its very character carried a warning of what may lie inside. Imagining the overwhelming strength necessary to force it open, he placed his hand on the cold, black, iron latch, pressed downward, and felt the door swing silently inward.
Elyse hung from the scaffold, her body drenched with sweat, her legs and belly still convulsing as Simon suddenly robbed her of her orgasm. She felt his cock leave her, withdrawing as quickly as it had entered her, and she struggled to capture it again, thrusting her narrow hips at him in a futile effort to trap the hard, golden rod of flesh between her legs, to somehow will the plump cockhead back inside her hungry cunt.
In her mind's eye, the line of men before her advanced, each of them ready to take her, each somehow promising her a release of equal intensity. She saw them as bare-chested satyrs, erections wagging eagerly in the air, wet with a layer of glistening pre-cum from the long wait. The shifting shadows of the flickering fire obscured their faces, but displayed every muscle and sinew of their bodies, each slightly different, but perfect in every physical way a man's body could be imagined.
She moaned quietly as her vision became more real to her, now narrated by her own inner voice. 'All those men - all those perfect men - all of them for me. So many of them - big, hard, throbbing - so much sex - all for me - for me - all for me...'
Her body burned for them. Every nerve screamed for their touch. If only the bonds about her wrists would pull tighter, raise her off the floor, suspend her before them, her legs helplessly open, inviting invasion. She would let every last one of them have her to find what she needed, to be fucked brutally by the largest and most powerful of them, taking her body relentlessly, without feeling, fueled only by instinct-driven lust.
Now and then, part of a face would appear - an eye, a nose, full lips, a square jaw - but just as it began to resemble a man who was known to her, it vanished again in shadow, teasing her with its familiarity, promising her nothing but sex, the jutting cock always in full view.
Then, for an instant, she saw Steven's face, first in shadow, then in the shifting ambers and golds of the firelight. She blinked, trying to focus, at first sure that his face was a vision like all the others. But the others were gone now, chased away by returning reality, shrinking and fading into the darkness.
Steven stood just inside the heavy door, eyes adjusting to the dim light, staring in disbelief at the wooden scaffold where Elyse hung by her wrists, her naked body gleaming with sweat, writhing and moaning beside her master. Simon stood close to her, his lean, muscular torso ablaze with light against the black depths of the room. He was naked as well, his cock still brutally hard, jutting proudly upward, glistening with her juices.
Elyse cried out, suddenly limp against her restraints, shrinking back in horror, now certain that it was truly Steven's eyes that were fixed on her. Simon turned toward Steven in a flash, his eyes red burning embers, piercing Steven with lances of anger that paralyzed him. Steven froze, overwhelmed by the impossible scene upon the darkened stage. Like some bizarre Faustian nightmare played out before him, Elyse and Simon looked down at him, her Persephone shamed by his presence, his Hades enraged by it.
Until that moment, Steven had never pictured them together; his mind wouldn't allow it. In the past it had been off-limits, a place where he refused to let his imagination wander. The reality of it robbed him of every trace of confidence and resolve. Steven broke free of Simon's stare, turned away, and fled.
The walls of the hallway, the grand stairway and balcony overhead, the very substance of the mansion melted away as Steven made his escape. He ran blindly, allowing instinct to guide him through the wide doors and over the brilliantly lit portico, until he closed his hand around the handle of the car door, opened it and dropped into the seat. The engine started instantly, and before he could regain his senses, the car was speeding along the winding drive, through the open black gate, and into the night.
Steven drove recklessly through the quiet neighborhood, following landmarks that had led them to the house, his mind now more machine than mortal. It had mapped a maze, and was now un-mapping it, meticulously calculating distances and turns, mathematically guiding him home, away from his horrors. But at the same time, before his eyes, he saw them, frozen in time, looking down at him from their stage, their expressions unmistakable.
Now, in his mind, their looks were accusing, looks one gave a trespasser, an interloper into one's private domain. Elyse's words echoed in his head, an anguished wail that repeated, over and over. "Oh God, Steven - No! No, Steven, No! No! Noooo!" He had thought the meaning all too clear, but they were still her words, his Elyse, his love.
As Steven turned from the maze of cul-de-sacs onto the main highway, his cell phone came alive with its persistent, no-nonsense warble. He retrieved it and glanced at the caller's name. It was Elyse.
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