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Olive had been out of work for several months and her savings were perilously near the vanishing point.
Naturally she was elated when she received a favorable reply to the job application she’d sent a few weeks ago. John Carnby invited her to present her qualifications in person. He’d asked for a secretary, stipulating that each applicant must offer a preliminary statement of their capacities in a written statement in response to the advertisement. He had expressed his desire succinctly, that he’d prefer a scholarly individual who was well versed in diverse cultures.
The dark haired, slim young lady found the address in the suburbs of Oakland. It was a two story house at the end of a hilltop overshadowed by a large oak tree in front. It was separated from it’s neighbors on each side by a double row of unshared hedges and she was taken back a bit by the unkempt condition of the yard. Weeds grew unchecked and there was something dreary and dismal about the place.
If she hadn’t needed employment so futilely, she would’ve certainly changed her mind. Her elation had become less exuberant as she entered the grounds and walked up the unswept path to the front door.
When Olive found herself in the presence of her hopeful employer, her jubilation diminished even further. John Carnby was a thin fellow with a thick mane of dark, uncombed hair. She got a definite chill looking at this fifty something recluse who had an air about him that she couldn’t quite determine, but it gave her a sinking feeling in her gut. But there was something else about him–the width of his shoulders and his eagle-like facial outlines gave the impression of great former strength and vigor.
Sexy sorcerer.
He led her into his library, which consisted of volumes of old books and invited her to sit. His voice was low and resonant. After a few formal questions that related to her specific duties, which he explained would not be very heavy, he informed her that she would be satisfactory and could she start this afternoon. In addition he would require her labors at anytime, so it would be necessary that she live with him. He assured her that he would provide comfortable accommodations and that his cooking wouldn’t poison her. He said that he often worked at night and he hoped that these irregular hours wouldn’t be too disagreeable.
Olive’s ambivalence showed on her face. She should’ve been overjoyed about her new secretarial position, but she was nevertheless aware of a dim reluctance. However, she thanked him and he smiled when she told him she could move in right away and start work this very day.
He appeared to be greatly pleased. He told her that he’d been living alone ever since his brother moved out and that his labors had been retarded for lack of help.
Olive returned to her downtown lodgings, paid her rent, packed her belongings and in less than hour was back at her new place of employment, which would also serve as her residence. John assigned her a room on the second floor, which was more than luxurious compared to her previous lodging.
After settling herself, he led her to his study where he explained further her duties. Suppressing an exclamation of surprise, she couldn’t help but gape at this chamber. She imagined that this could be a den of some old sorcerer. There were tables strewn with archaic instruments and astrological charts. There were cases piled with books on demonology and the black arts. There were some weird paintings and etchings on the walls.
Mr. Carnby noticed her apprehension and was watching her with a keen, analytic expression. He began to explain.
“I have made a life-time study of sorcery and demonism. It’s a fascinating field that is singularly neglected and I am trying to correlate the magical practices and demon-worship of every known age and people. Your task will consist in typing and arranging the voluminous preliminary notes which I have made, and in helping me track down other references.”
Olive tried to be more relaxed around her new employer once she got into the
work. He showed her a passage from an old book and had her read. It was indeed
an ancient quotation about sorcery, which she found to be abhorrent gibberish.
But it was the strange look of utter absorption with which Mr. Carnby listened,
which caused her nervousness and made her start violently when she heard an
indescribable slithering noise in the hall outside.
Her eyes locked onto his. “The house is full of rats. I’ve never been able to get rid of them,” he explained.
The noise drew closer to the outer door and Olive could tell he was preoccupied with the sound, but then it moved away.
He had her read another passage from another green covered volume which also had to do with demonism, but she wasn’t sure which raised the hair on the back of her neck more: the weird passage or that noise in the hallway.
That evening they spent hours, after he served her a tasty meal that was far superior to the ones she was used to, discussing the many notes he’d accumulated on this mostly taboo subject. More than once during their discussion he sought to imply that his interest in the supernatural and the satanic was wholly intellectual and that he was without belief in such things. Yet, her intuition afforded her no clue about his actual nature.
There had been no repeat of the strange sound and it was after midnight when Mr.Carnby realized the lateness of the hour. “You must go and take your rest Olive. Forgive me about my habitual selfishness.”
Politely, she bid him goodnight and sought out her own chamber with a feeling of intense relief. When she reached the landing on the second floor, there was one light burning in the long passageway that led to her door. It was above Carnby’s room; her own door further down the hall was in utter darkness. As she groped for the doorknob, she heard a noise behind her. She turned the knob quickly and craned her neck to see what it was.
Suddenly and without warning she felt herself being shoved violently into her room and she screamed while a powerful force pushed her face down onto her bed. A strong hand held both of her wrists behind her back as a cloth gag was shoved into her mouth. She struggled to free herself as a blindfold was put in place, but she could do nothing as each piece of clothing was ripped from her until she was utterly naked.
The force then sat on her back, pinning her down as it methodically tethered her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. She then felt a hand on her bare bottom, resting there. Then she felt it leave, then smack down hard. She was so startled she yelped into the gag, but the hand kept descending onto her helpless behind, spanking her over and over, left cheek, right cheek, up and down. Her searing bottom was squirming from the relentless onslaught.
But something strange was occurring. She felt a wetness buildup between her legs that she’d never felt before. What was happening?…Some kind of sorcery?
By the time the spanking had finished there was a river running between her legs and when she was untied and flipped over and retied, Olive yearned to be satisfied. When she felt his hardness enter her sopping passageway, she exhaled passionately. By the time he released his seed deep within her, she shuddered from the most satisfying fucking she’d ever had in her life.
***
It was ten o’clock and she wondered about her employer. She rose from her bed, cleaned herself up, got dressed and went downstairs to find him sitting at the breakfast table. He was smiling.
“I hope the rats didn’t bother you too much.”
She returned the smile. “I didn’t notice them at all sir.”
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