Rejuvination

[chris2c4u]

OOC: A closed thread for Sandmartin and myself. Comments welcome in PM's to us.

A warning though, similar to that on the erotic horror story site here on Lit. There will be scenes in this thread similar to those in horror books and films. It is not for the squeamish!

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The papers had spread over the desk of their own accord, a haphazard, diverse collection that all pointed towards an amazing conclusion.

Theodore Southey laid down the thin Parker fountain pen and it rolled a little until it reached the curled edge of a vellum manuscript. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes; the carriage clock's bell gave a sharp reminder of the time. 2am. The desk lamp glowed beside him casting a pool of yellow light onto the papers and shadows across the rest of his library as silence again fell around his thoughts.

He stood up a little gingerly, testing his back. Placing his hands on his hips he gently loosened the tight muscles. 58. Not getting any younger; even though he had kept himself reasonably fit, the wear and tear, the inevitable genetic clock was ticking even for him.

Replacing his glasses he sat again at the old mahogany desk and
reached for the seventeenth century pamphlet that had started all this off. The woodcut on the front was crude; the victim, a naked woman,having her throat cut and two male figures in Jacobean dress catching the flowing blood in beakers.

THE TREW ACCOUNT OF THE EVILS OF SATAN ABROAD LATELY IN ESSEX AND THE SLAUGHTER OF MARY GADLY.

He turned its pages idly as he almost knew the account by rote now. The murder, put down to Satan's invading of the minds of two men, of the young woman and the draining of her body of blood, which they collected. They were caught and executed but the pamphlet's account held the name of another, shadowy figure, Cornelius Almann. This memory made him glance across at the book, off near the edge of the desk, it's black binding seeming to soak up the light.

It was Almann's magnum Opus, the book the murderers said that they got their inspiration from. Late 15th century; it had cost Theo
dearly when he found a copy in a New York auction house. Handwritten - presumably no one dare risk printing it - the manuscript was full of "secrets." Many were recipes from things as diverse as cosmetics to restoring spoilt wine, it also included one for the rejuvination of the aged.

He had seen it work, Almann said. The old could reclaim their youth - with the suitable drinking of a virgin's blood that had then gone through the alchemical transformation into an elixir. The account of the murder showed that they had followed Almann's methods and the pamphlet was emphatic that both men, on coming to the scaffold, had looked much younger than when they were apprehended.

The works of alchemy too, scattered round the libraries of Europe had been consulted, photocopies of these texts poked out from between the piles of books. Here and there, scattered words in Latin, German, French, told in whispers that this secret had been tried and tried again and sometimes - it had worked.

His hand shook a little as he put down the pamphlet. He felt his back beginning to tense; another sleepless night of pain lay ahead. But that could be eased - forever - if all these books were right. He looked at the ancient image of a pentagram, looked at the Latin, deliberately obscure, hiding its message for the initiates.

Tomorrow, he decided, was the day he would speak with Helen. He would share his work with her, see if she would back him. She, too, craved for youth; he remembered the time they had been together in Zurich, how they had laughed melancholy laughter at the thought of the sex they might have had. Oh, what they had was fine - but they both missed the fires of youth. She would do anything to have that back again, she said as they lay together.

Anything? He would see.

 

[sandmartin]

Helen looked hard at herself in the mirror and sighed. Life was cruel she thought, thinning hair that required full colour dying now rather than a tint to hide the grey, and her eyes had lost their sparkle to become watery and less vibrant in colour. But it was more than that, where she was once proud to show off her figure, she now hid her body in shame; her breasts use to be firm and her buttocks tight, now all was drooping and men were no longer interested.

Her nightly ritual now comprised of applying copious amounts of oils and creams which the manufacture claimed would smooth out the wrinkles and restore the vibrancy of youth to her skin. All of it was rubbish of course, but that didn’t slacken the hope. In morning she would take the vitamins and do the exercise workout, all in an attempt to delay the aging process. What was even more cruel she thought, was that she still felt young and full of vitality inside, despite the signs of swelling around her arthritic joints.

Her thoughts turned, not for the first time that day, to the conversation with Theo earlier. He had been bubbling with enthusiasm as he told her he really believed he had stumbled upon the secret of eternal life. Well not so much stumbled upon it, he had been searching for years, devoted half his life to the quest.

Theo was six years her junior and whilst she had always been flattered that he had remained so loyal to her, she could no longer face him naked anymore. So she slept covered in a nightgown and occasionally made love with the lights out. They had met many years ago, when her youth had turned heads and all considered her a prize catch. Theo had waited patiently in the wings, lovers had come and gone, and there had been many over the years, but when the lovers ceased to blaze a trail to her door and invitations for a date dried out, she married Theo in the knowledge that he alone was not seeking to steal away her small fortune.

He had taken other lover’s, she knew, just as she suspected that he knew she had not remained entirely faithful. It was an open secret between them, open in so much as it was never discussed, simply accepted. And now he was suggesting something that would bond them together for eternity, a secret so profound that it would dramatically change them both. Not only would it turn back time and restore their youth, it would mean relocating – after all you can’t go to bed one evening looking… well looking like this, she said to herself in the mirror, and wake up tomorrow a new person – too many awkward questions, if what he said was indeed true.

Helen had her doubts, although she still shared in his excitement. In fact she hoped beyond all hope that what he claimed was indeed true. What concerned her most was the killing. She had few qualms about the sacrifice and mutilation of another human being if it actually would restore her youth, but if it failed then it would mean everything had been for nothing and that everything would almost certainly result in spending the rest of her life in prison – was she prepared to take that gamble?

The more she thought about it the more certain she became. After all life was all about taking gambles and if this gamble paid off the reward would be immeasurable. She’d told Theo she would sleep on it and let him know in the morning. At that moment she was tempted to wake him and give him her decision, but that would be unfair seeing how he had been up most of the night before confirming his translation of the parchments.

 

[chris2c4u]

They sat together at the breakfast table, tea and boiled eggs providing an ample excuse to avoid talking about The Subject.

Theo's post lay unopened in front of him as he finally made eye contact with Helen and they knew that it couldn't be avoided any longer. With a slight, nervous smile he pushed over to her the newspaper cutting from the 1920's.

Baton Rouge. It had been put down to some voodoo practice; a young man and then a young woman, dead. All the newspapers of the time could decently print was that their bodies had been drained of blood and "terrible mutilations" inflicted upon them.

Helen remembered Theo's small collection of documents on this particular case, especially the history that had been written in the 1950's; half titillating pulp fiction but intriguing for one special reason. The name of Cornelius Almann had come up. The name Theo had become certain held the key to success. Whose book brooded darkly in the library right now. She shivered and stood up, looking out into the garden. What if he were wrong? What if all of this were some ridiculous mumbo jumbo?

Letting her think it over, Theo looked through the post to find one textured envelope with his name and address hand written in a clear calligraphy hand. The postmark was smudged; he turned it over and slid the silver letter opener along the length of the envelope.

At the window Helen watched a thrush root through the fallen leaves for morsels until she heard the sound of a breaking teacup. Turning round she saw her husband had pushed his chair back from the table, on which was a single page, hand written note. Under the table, the remains of his cup gentle rocked in the puddle of tea it had once held. He was staring at the table, his face white, drained.

Quickly she came to his side. "Theo? What is it?" He didn't reply but it was obvious. While he was in shock it seemed, he was in no danger and she picked up the letter, holding it at some distance to be able to read it without going in search of her reading glasses.

Dear Mr Southey,
It has come to my attention that you have developed an interest in certain esoteric subjects close to my heart. For instance, I am aware of your trip to Geneva to the university library in search of the secret of the virgin. I also know that here you were a little disappointed, due to the Christian nature of the alchemical works you consulted. Not what you sought at all?

I know, also, that you have done well in piecing together the puzzle despite such setbacks. However, now you are near to deciding whether to carry out your first "experiment" I feel I would like to help you. Indeed, without my help your best efforts are still likely to end in failure.

Would you do me the honour of visiting my shop, in Water Lane, this evening, if possible? You will find it easily I am sure; I deal in rare books and manuscripts and have something you might find useful.
Yours,
Cornelius Almann.

 

[sandmartin]

“So much for secrecy!” Helen said with more mockery in her tone than intended. She glanced at the name on the letter. “How does Mr Almann know about your research Theo?”

Theo looked both angry and shocked by the letter and its implication. He shook his head, waving his arms in despair.
“Look darling, it’s not the end of the world – it’s not as though any crime has been committed.” Helen reasoned. “We simply call by on Mr Almann this evening as he suggests and listen to what he has to say. In the mean time why don’t you exercise that wonderful mind of yours around the problem of creating a new identity for us both?”
“You’re agreed then – to go ahead with it all I mean?” His dejected demeanour quickly evaporated to be replaced with excitement.
“In principle yes,” Helen smiled. “I see no harm in making preparations. If and when the time comes we shall need to disappear Theo, and that will take time to organise. While you do that, I shall search for some suitable properties. One that we can relocate to after everything has taken place and we need to disappear. The other a place that is nice and quiet – remote I think is a better word. If I am to luxuriate in the company of naked men who’s only desire is to pamper and serve my every whim, then it should be as far away from the every day trappings of our home here.”
“Oh so we are back to that are we?”
“Yes we are back to that. You will undoubtedly savour the sweet offerings of one or two fresh young ladies yourself.”
“Easier said than done as you well know – besides, we should keep it secret. We can’t have the place full of people when we intend to…” He stumbled over the words, still finding it awkward to state the fact. “Make a sacrifice.”
“How eloquently put.” Helen smiled. “When the time comes, if it comes, we shall simply dismiss them all.”
“Why can’t we wait until after the ritual? Men will be tripping over themselves as eagerly as I hope the girls will be for me.”
“Because if it all goes horribly wrong and nothing happens, there is no miraculous transformation and we are caught, I should like to rot in prison at least with the memory to console me. And… well if it’s a success then I shall consider it a bonus to remember how young virile men tried to make an old woman happy.”

It was Theo’s turn to smile. “I suppose you’re right. Though I doubt I shall be so lucky. Young men might still be willing to submit themselves to your whims, but young women are less likely to be interested in a fifty-eight year old man who has less to physically offer than a man of their own age.”
“Oh come now Theo! How can someone as intelligent as yourself not see the answer to such a minor little problem. If the ladies won’t come to you, or the men to me for that matter, then we shall have to bring them to us!”
“You mean kidnap them?”
“Why not – after all, poisoning a few more is nothing compared to the savage murder we intend for our young virgins, either way they will lock us up. If your theory is correct, then they will be looking for a couple much older than us and no DNA test it the world will be able to trace us from what you’ve said.”

He reflected for a moment, a thin smile spreading across his face was all it took to convey to her that he saw the sense of what she said. In fact Theo was also dreaming to himself about a sensual young body, any body, stretched out before him, willingly or not.
“Let’s go to bed Helen?”
“Certainly not!”
“But you’d take some young stud to your bed?” He protested.
“That’s just fucking darling, it has nothing to do with love.”

Theo knew the standard answer off to pat by now. Helen did not want to taint their love for each other by displaying her aging body and shaming herself in front of him with it. It was for that reason that they only made love at night in the dark.
“Besides, we have work to do, now you to yours and me to mine.”

Helen spent the day scouring websites of numerous Estate Agents across the country, drafting together a shortlist of potential properties for their immediate use. She made several enquiries by phone to establish certain facts. Some of the properties were already sold and things were starting to look bleak, either they were not quite right or required restoration that would take months.

Drawing yet another blank, one of the Agents that she spoke to offered her a solution. He had a client who was looking to sell a large old farm house in a hurry, it came with several acres of land and might be persuaded to reduce the asking price if she were able to make a cash offer.

Helen rang a solicitor local to the area where the house was situated and hired him under an assumed name. As a cash buyer there would be no need for an exchange of documents that would prove she wasn’t who she said she was. She asked him to organise an immediate survey of the property on her behalf and asked for his firms address so she could forward an interim payment to cover his expenses. After that Helen started her search all over again, only this time she looked outside of the country.

It was late in the afternoon when Theo joined her and looked over the details of the properties she had downloaded from the internet. She also told him she might have found a large farmhouse with a number of rooms, a large cellar and some outbuildings. He was impressed with her progress and remarked as much before telling her that he had had some success in his research, it wasn’t easy obtaining a new identity, but that didn’t mean it was impossible.

They talked over an early dinner and then made plans for their meeting, discussing the sort of things they should look out for. What to say and what not to say etc. They left shortly before six-thirty, a mixture of intrigue and apprehension hanging over them.

 

[chris2c4u]

Theo didn't really hear his wife's comments.

“How does Mr Almann know about your research Theo?”

He still couldn't speak and she misunderstood his silence. If this was the Cornelius Almann, who had written the book in his library, then he knew about the work because he had succeeded at it - otherwise he would have been dead five hundred years ago.

As he slowly recovered some composure he realised that Helen was agreeing to try the scheme. He could have hugged her - in fact in his exhilaration he was beginning to be quite aroused by the whole notion. When she started outlining her schemes for taking young men and women for their pleasure as well as the project, he blurted out about going to bed. The look she gave him was enough to whither his fragile erection.

He was hapy enough to retreat to the library where he busied himself with the idea of new identities. Given they didn't need to work and they they weren't planning lavish lifestyles - at least not immediately - that part of the work was easily dealt with.

What bothered him more was Almann's claim about the almost certain failure of the work. What had he missed? Surely it was all here?

He waited impatiently for the hours to crawl by until they took the car into town. They were going the opposite way to the commuters so the trip wasn't long. Water street was a little more elusive. Eventually they had to stop and take to foot with the street map.

When they found it, it was more a lane, a relic somehow overlooked by the developers. Even the old cobble surface was starting to poke through the veneer of tarmac, a concession to the modern day, now wearing thin.

"Here," Theo croaked as he saw the front of the bookshop. The place was in darkness. He looked around and saw Almann's Books on the faded board hanging still in the windless air. Going to the door he peered inside and then knocked on the glass. Deep inside, shadows moved.

Theo stepped back as the door was opened by a tall man in a dark suit. "Come in," he said, "I've been expecting you."

Hesitantly they entered and followed the man through to a back room. Books still littered it but surprisingly elegant tables and chairs indicated this was part of the living space. "As you see, some of us still do live over the shop."

He turned to reveal a tanned, middle aged man, hair jet black, deep blue eyes. His frame filled out the suit well and Theo supressed a smile at his wife's eyes drinking him in. He reached out and shook Theo's hand with a firm grip, then took Helen's in his own and kissed it. He indicated they should sit.

Theo cleared his throat. "May I ask - the one question that has been on my mind all day?"

Their host smiled and nodded.

"You are Cornelius Almann - born?"

Lifting his eyes as if calculating he returned to gaze at Theo. With a steady gaze he replied, "1423."

They heard Helen give a startled gasp but Theo had business on his mind.

"Why wouldn't my researches have worked?"

Cornelius smiled. "You lack two essentials. First, the Hermetic Incantation. I mention it perhaps a little too obliquely in my work," he said with a smile and a shrug.

"And second?"

Reaching into his pocket, Almann pulled out a rather ordinary looking small, dull pebble. He leaned forward. "The philosopher's stone."

Theo swallowed and gazed on the object that had been sought after by so many for so long. Almann pocketed it again.

He sat back, milking the silence until in a low voice he said, "I can give you both the things you require. I can help you with the sacrifice - also, with the provision of suitable virgins. All I require are your signatures." He reached down and picked up a slim briefcase, placing documents before them.

Theo picked up his copy and as he reached the end, he looked nervously across at his wife. Suddenly, this had all become very real, very dangerous.

Almann looked at them. "The bargain seems to me to be in your favour," he said. "Since you will never die, why worry about what happens to your soul in the end?"

 

[sandmartin]

"You are Cornelius Almann - born?"
"1423."

Helen sat back stunned. He was joking me, they both were – he didn’t look a day over forty. Helen tried to compose herself, if what he said was true then… Oh my God! She could throw out all the concoctions, abandon the training regime and flush the vitamins down the toilet. Men would be tramping to her door and life would become a ball again.

She should have known of course, she should have picked up on what had startled Theo at breakfast that morning. In truth, Theo read so many books and she couldn’t remember any of the authors never mind the one that had written to extend them an invitation to visit with him. Suddenly doubt crept into Helen’s mind. How could he have retained his identity all this time and never raised any suspicion?

Theo and Almann were discussing Hermetic Incantation’s and Philosopher’s Stones. None of which meant a thing to her and immediately she regretted not paying more attention in the past when Theo had talked of his work. In her own defence, she found it difficult to show real interest in something she thought of as wild and flights of fancy. Now of course, so long as what she was hearing was true, the reality was but a hands grasp away. Helen snapped to attention as Almann spoke…
"I can give you both the things you require. I can help you with the sacrifice - also, with the provision of suitable virgins. All I require are your signatures."

Helen read the document he presented. It ambled on as these things are apt to do, far too many words than necessary, but Helen studied the paper just the same, looking for the trap that would trip them up.
"The bargain seems to me to be in your favour," he said. "Since you will never die, why worry about what happens to your soul in the end?"
“That’s just the problem Mr Almann, it seems to good to be true – what aren’t you telling us Mr Almann – if that’s your real name?”
“I assure you it is.”
“Then how is it that nobody has ever questioned it in all this time?”
“Did I say that they hadn’t?” He looked at her from beneath his eyebrows. “If anybody should really care to show an interest in my family line they will discover that every first born male has been named Cornelius, it’s a sort of family tradition you might think. Now, would you care to sign the papers?”
“Why?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why would you ask for something that you can never have – it seems a strange request to me?” Helen’s tone was more than suspicious.
“You are driven by the desire for eternal life, can I ask you if you believe in eternal life Mrs Southey?”
“Why yes – I suppose I do?” Helen shifted uncomfortably.
“What about God and life after death?”
“No, I can’t say that I do. Once you die that’s it – nothing.”
“But what about your soul?”
“What soul?”
“You don’t even believe you have a soul, so why are you quibbling over it? I can see we are wasting each other’s time.” Almann collected up his papers.
“No!” Theo butted in, setting his hand down on the document as Almann withdrew it. “My wife is a naturally cautious person, she is sceptical of many things and people…”
“One question Mr Almann.” Helen interrupted. “You said you could help with the preparations, more specifically by providing suitable virgins – how?”

Almann looked at her steadily, his eyes calculating, as if trying to weigh her up. Theo turned to look at his wife in puzzlement and then back at Mr Almann.
“Right now Mr Southey, you are wondering about the relevance of your wife’s question – correct?” Almann’s eyes never left Helen’s. “Shall I tell him or will you?”
“I should prefer to hear your explanation.”
“You can’t simply run around the country snatching people willy-nilly until you are lucky enough to find a virgin. How many people do you have to snatch before you find a virgin, and you need two?” He cocked his head toward her, “How am I doing?”
“Go on…”
“I can read people’s auras and a virgin’s aura is completely different to everyone else’s – I get the virgin first time.”
“You can prove this?”
“Naturally.” His eyes still fixed her.
“Lend me a pen?” She drew the document he had taken back toward herself.
“I’m afraid there is no pen. I must ask you to sign it with your own blood…”
“What?” Theo protested. “Why – was this all about?”
“Shut up Theo, just do as he asks if you would like to live forever.”

Almann placed a silver plate and a small white towel on the table. Across the plate lay a silver knife and a feather quill.
“Be careful, the knife is very sharp. If I might suggest – set the blade into the palm of your hand, a quick tug is all that is required. Allow the blood to spill onto the plate and use the quill to sign your name.”

Helen picked-up the knife gingerly. She glanced first at Almann and then at Theo. A small pull as she gripped the blade and surprisingly there was almost no pain as the blood flowed freely. Helen let it run onto the plate and pool. Almann passed her the quill and the small white towel.

Wrapping the towel around her left hand to staunch the flow of blood, she studied the document again briefly before dipping the quill in the pool and signing her name in her own blood. Almann cleaned the knife and the silver plate before passing them to Theo.

When they left the book shop the air was damp and there was a light drizzle falling. Theo turned his collar up as Helen raised her umbrella.
“What was that all about?” Theo asked, “I’m still not sure I see the importance of the question relating to virgins.”
“I half-expected him to say he farmed them, which on the face of it would seem a logical solution. Raise your own virgins to supply your own sacrificial victims.”
“But… I just know there’s a but here.”
“But you would need the support and consent of a mother, and what mother is going to allow you to do that? Further more, if what he says is true he’s been through the ritual himself at least half-a-dozen times, how many strange deaths can he have related to him before someone starts asking questions and digging deeper.” Helen skirted around a puddle and Theo waited for her to catch-up. “So long as his virgins are taken at random and he’s not caught, there’s nothing to connect him to the deaths. The moment he makes a link, the risks of getting found out are multiplied. I wouldn’t have believed he was genuine unless he wanted us to supply the virgins as part of the deal.”
“So his answer convinced you he wasn’t conning us?”
Helen nodded, and then turned to him. “Why didn’t you tell me that a five-hundred and eighty-one year old man had invited us over to his shop for a chat?”
“I thought you realised who he was.”
“No darling, I really haven’t paid the close attention I should have.” Helen looped her arm through his. “So what happens now Theo. I deliberately went to powder my nose so you two could talk.”
“You mean so you could snoop.” Theo chuckled.
“I didn’t do much snooping, I looked at one or two pictures on the way to the bathroom and back. I assume they were all of him.”

 

[chris2c4u]

"So what happens next Theo?"

He felt her close and the linking of arms and he smiled a cold smile. Their's wasn't a relationship that was held together by deep love. They had married for some companionship, both taking younger lovers. Now even that companionship was slowly eroding. Now, suddenly, she was interested in him and his ideas - the thing that had brought them together as they both desperately strove to find something - anything - that could avert the real horror that stalked them ever day - old age. Death.

He didn't want to answer her as they reached the car. Sitting inside he looked across at her and swallowed. "We wait for Almann to call us. He is going to find us a suitable - c..candidate. He said then we have to take her."

"Her?" Helen said.

Theo nodded. "I am to be the first to try. In case anything goes wrong."

She would believe it of course. It was true - in part. He also wanted to go first to ensure that there was no treachery. Companionship would soon end once she had her youth, unless he went first, he knew that.

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Theo spent the next few days mostly in his library, trying to study. With Almann's hints he now saw what he had missed. He saw that this was it as he drew diagrams, read the texts. He also knew something else. He knew how Almann had been so secure over all those years. The philosopher's stone. It's powers were not limited to rejuvination; many had claimed it could turn lead into gold. Surely, Cornelius Almann had that secret too and if he could get a little more of the philosopher's stone, then they - or rather, he - could be rich through all time.

The phone rang as they were eating dinner, a few nights later.

"Mr Southey, I have what you need."

The words were stark. Theo shakily put down his wineglass and attended to the voice.

"She is 18. At the university. A committed Christian." There was a laugh, part scorn, derision, disbelief. "Hence, no sex before marriage. You will receive through the mail a package of information on her plus some other documents. You may chose how you obtain her. When you do, call me and we will prepare the rest of the ceremony."

Oh God, he thought, then laughed as he put the handset back. No point calling on a deity. He looked at Helen and explained what had transpired.

 

[sandmartin]

The package arrived two days later. Theo studied the contents carefully before handing Helen the six photographs and the single sheet of paper that accompanied them. Helen looked over the photographs with mild interest. What was her name – she scanned the page again until she found it – Claire, was remarkable in so much as she was totally unremarkable as far as Helen could see. She was not particularly pretty, although not unduly plain either. From her choice of clothing it was difficult to determine how slim and pretty she really was.

In each of the six photographs Almann had supplied, Claire could be seen wearing a full length skirt. Her tops were all ultra conservative, buttoned to her neck and she didn’t appear to wear make-up. Everything about Claire, from what Helen could see, spoke of boring. The only nice feature that Helen could pick out was Claire’s mousy blonde hair which she wore swept back across her head into a long ponytail. Helen read the notes Almann had supplied and it was here that the first seeds of an idea began to form.

Claire worked part-time at the public library, in fact she spent much of her time there either working or studying. When she wasn’t at the Library she was either in her room on the college campus or attending a lecture. She appeared to have very few, if any friends and almost no social life, save church on Sunday’s and Prayer Group on a Wednesday evening. The word ‘lonely’ leapt out of the page at Helen and it didn’t take her long to agree with Almann’s conclusion that Claire was not a happy student; too much sex, drugs and loud music for Claire’s taste.

Helen put the page down and sipped her now cold tea. Claire was screaming out for a friend, all she had to do was befriend her. It sounded like nothing, and it probably was given the information she had gleaned from Almann’s brief report. The trouble was she was getting suspicious of Theo and what he was up to, he seemed much more distant of late, and far more secretive of what his was doing.

Theo needed Helen to get the girl, she knew that, he was far too squeamish to simply abduct her himself. How on earth he was going to cope with killing her, drink her blood and all those other wonderful things while she was in the throws of deaths grip Helen had no idea. Right now that was the least of her concerns, once Helen had the girl safely in their clutches what was to prevent Theo going ahead without her?

She didn’t believe all that nonsense about him having to go first to make sure it was safe. Almann was proof enough that it was safe. No… there was more to it than that, she was sure of it. Helen desperately needed Theo, without Theo she would have nothing, but take Helen out of the equation and Theo would get by if necessary. One way or other things did not bode too well for Helen from her perspective.

 

[chris2c4u]

Theo looked at Claire's picture, then to the calandar. How long do you have to live, he thought to himself. Six weeks, he answered his own question. Then, the stars would be aligned, the phase of the moon correct. Six weeks.

In that time they had to move to the farmhouse, where Helen was planning her debauchery in case everything went wrong. Things had certainly cooled between them since the plans had begun to be finalised; they were wary of each other's motives and were keeping a close watch on one another.

Luckily the move and the plans for it took up most of their time and gave them something practical to do together. At times the idea struck Theo as the ultimate in perversity and Helen asked him what he was smiling and shaking his head about. She did consent to give a small grin herself when he explained what he was thinking. He went on though that he was still concerned about how they were going to get young men and women to join them. "Kidnap them?" He mused and said, "so we add rape to our sins - or at least, I would but I thought you wanted to be pleasured? A kidnapped young man might be a tad worried and not be exactly able to perform, if you see what I mean?"

She conceeded the point reluctantly but he said he might have an answer. He showed her several websites where there were adverts for casual sex partners. Here they might find some suitable people. So, amidst all the upheaval of the move, which was definitely going ahead, the farmhouse being suitable, they began to trawl for people willing to join them.

When they advertised, saying what they wanted and that any prospective partner would be in luxury accomodation with fine food and drink they began to get replies. They decided, to begin with, they would just invite one man and one woman to join them at the same time. Having decided that they then thought that a good first meeting would be in town; a restaurant or wine bar, where they could all get to know one another.

****

The new place was ideal, Theo thought. The countryside around secluded it from the nearest village and the house had been extensively modernised, including a swimming pool and jacuzzi. Theo licked his lips at the thought of being in there naked with his choice from the website. Ann. She liked older men, she giggled on the phone; she liked experienced hands, which she went on to graphically describe how they would arouse her and he felt himself getting harder than he had been in years.

Though they had only been in their new home for a few days because of the help from the removers, which Helen had chosen for their additional unpacking service, the house already seemed lived in and their own. They were ready to play when the night of the meeting came around.

 

[sandmartin]

Theo and Helen attended a fine Italian Restaurant in town, making the effort to dress up for the evening. It was to be an evening of two halves; first they would dine with their guests and get to know them a little. If they felt comfortable with them, they would be invited back to the farmhouse to attend a more formal interview.

Helen was beginning to have doubts about the man she had invited to join Theo and herself for dinner. She liked the sound of him, but was more concerned about how he would react to seeing her in the flesh. Theo selected a table in a discreet corner and advised the waiter that they were expecting guests and that they should be shown to their table when they arrived.

It wasn’t long before Ray arrived. Helen and Theo studied him carefully as he was escorted to their table. He was a bull of a man, over six foot tall, looking more like a bouncer than a dinner guest in his dark suit. Despite his bullish appearance, a man with no neck, he looked nervous as he sat down. Helen smiled with amusement at his discomfort. It was obvious that he was not use to being nervous and that only added to his unease.

They talked quietly, Theo joining the conversation and little by little Ray relaxed his guard to participate in the conversation. Helen was concerned that her age would be a barrier to Ray, but Ray reassured her that he wanted a lady who could act with genuine authority and not play at it. He really wanted a permanent position in a house where he would be treated as a servant, openly admitted that he thought he would have been better suited to life in Victorian Britain that today.

The real test came with the arrival of Theo’s guest, Ann, and Helen had planned it that way. She wanted Ray at the table first, relaxed and comfortable, so she could judge his reaction to Ann. He passed with flying colours, paying her little more than a fleeting glance before politely acknowledging her arrival at the table. Helen was impressed, she would be inviting him back for a more thorough examination after dinner.

 

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Theo smiled as he saw Ray arrive. It was the typical bullish man that Helen was attracted to; it would be interesting to see how she trained him for the duties she would expect performing.

Slowly the large man relaxed a little and was reasonably articulate, Theo thought. That would be some help this evening.

When Ann arrived Theo was far from disappointed; he too had his typical ideal, like Helen had hers. She had the petite form he had always admired, the black cocktail dress filled out nicely but defintely on the slim side. She wasn't a classic beauty but her hair, with its shoulder length auburn curls was a highlight, setting off the greenish gold of her eyes. Theo was pleased that Ray seemed much more interested in his wife. Each to his own, he thought.

They sat, talked, drank wine and liquers into the late evening, by which time several significant touches had been exchanged between the new couples and chairs had definitely shifted closer between Ray and Helen, Theo and Ann.

Despite the discreet table, a few people had noticed the arrangements and whispered to each other as they passed. Theo, emboldened by drink was tempted to say to one particularly nosey pair, "we're swingers, you know. You should try it. Want to come along?" He decided to keep quiet but shared his joke with Ann, using it as an excuse to whisper in her ear. As he did he took in the fragrance of her perfume. When she laughed she placed her hand on his thigh and squeezed.

"Well," he said, a little more huskily than he thought he would, "shall we get moving?"

The taxi to the farmhouse was a little awkward but they managed to exchange a little more small talk before arriving. Both Ray and Ann were suitably impressed by the house.

"I believe my wife has a few things to ask Ray about, so if it's all right with you, Ann and I will leave you to it."

He managed a smile for his wife; it looked as though they were both going to have a good night. With his hand on the small of her back, Theo guided Ann towards the bedroom he had prepared for them.

 

[sandmartin]

Helen waited for Theo and Ann to leave, returning his smile as he departed. She was genuinely pleased for Theo and his new little pet, let him enjoy his night of hot passion, perhaps it would relieve some of his tension and get it out of his system.

She turned to Ray, he looked a little unsure of himself as he waited for her to speak. She took a sip of wine, savouring his uncertainty in the stillness of the room.
“Well Ray,” Helen began, setting her glass down and folding her hands in her lap before fixing him in her gaze. “I suppose it’s decision time. I have explained most of what is expected of you should I decide to offer you the position as my personal man-servant, are you still interested in the position?”
“Might I ask one question Mistress?”
“Certainly – what is it?”
“Your husband…”
“Theo! What about him?”
“Well,” He shifted uncomfortably. “Will he not mind?”
“Not at all.” Helen chuckled. “As you can see, his needs are rather more basic than mine. Even as we speak he will be ravishing that young virile body that he has chosen to take to his bed.” Helen’s eyes became sad at the thought of her own tired looking body, faded by comparison to the beauty of Ann. “But I don’t begrudge him the opportunity to rekindle the passion of youth. Theo does not mind, if he did, we would not be here.”
“Then I would be honoured to serve you.” He answered keenly.
“You understand that I shall expect a lot from you – that you will be required to obey my every command?”
“Yes Mistress.” He answered smartly, sitting up in his chair.
“To the letter?” Helen affirmed.
“I understand Mistress.”
“Good, then let us begin. You may start by removing your clothes.”

Helen relaxed back in her chair and retrieved her wine glass as Ray stood up awkwardly.
“I’m not sure I shall be entirely pleasing…”
“Tut-tut Ray.” Helen interrupted. “I did not ask for an opinion, I am more than capable of making my decisions. Now I understand you are nervous, but please refrain from pointless chatter and get on with it.”
“Yes Mistress – sorry Mistress.”

Ray removed his tight dinner jacket and hung it over the back of a chair, kicking off his shoes before removing his tie. His hands moved quickly down his shirt front, popping the buttons one by one. He placed his shirt over his jacket as Helen admired his muscular build.
“You workout Ray?” Helen enquired as he unfastened his trousers.
“Err… yes Mistress. Not as much as I use to.”

Helen watched his trousers descend down his big powerful legs, her eyes taking in the sight of his bulging underwear. He folded his trousers smartly and hung them over the back of the chair along with the rest of his clothes. He turned back to face her, pausing with uncertainty.
“And the rest Ray.” She said, not looking him in the face, her eyes fixed to the front of his underwear.

She pursed her lips, hiding her amusement as his rampant cock sprang into view. She waited for him to step out of his underwear and watched as he turned, taking in the sight of his hard buttocks before he turned back toward her.
“Your socks?”
“Pardon – Oh yes – sorry.”

She waited for him to remove his socks and when he had his back to her, she got up out of the chair.
“Stand up straight Ray, hands at your sides.”

Helen paced around him slowly, allowing her eyes to roam freely over him and ignoring the fugitive glances Ray threw in her direction. As she passed behind him, she couldn’t resist running her hands over the two firm globes of his behind, feeling him tense slightly at her touch before relaxing again.

Standing directly in front of him, unconcerned by the fact that he could clearly see her, she looked straight down at his engorged cock pointing directly at her. Her hand glided forward to cup his huge testicles as Ray sucked in air between his teeth.
“Shhh!” Helen admonished as she gently fondled him, enjoying the feeling of his legs trembling.

Her hand moved up, taking hold of his hard erection and gently rolling the skin back to reveal the acorn crown of its head. She glanced up at him and noted the sweat breaking out on his brow and smiled.
“I see you are need of a little relief yourself Ray.”
“Yes Mistress.”

She returned to her chair and took up her wine glass.
“Carry on – I shall watch.”

He hesitated for a moment before taking his cock in his big hand and slowly stated stroking it. Helen watched in amusement as his heavy balls swung and heaved in rhythm with his strokes, noting the glistening of his cock head as the first dew drop appeared, squeezed out by his pumping hand. His face took on a distant look as he continued to masturbate before her.

Helen was thoroughly enjoying the display he was putting on for her and watched keenly as his body began to stiffen, telling him to catch it and not to spill it on the floor. When he came, it gushed from him in a huge flood and Helen gave a little clap of pleasure. He stood before her looking sheepish as his glistening cock shrank down to hang between his thighs.
“Well done.” Helen said matter-of-factly. “If you follow me, I’ll show you to your room. In the morning I shall expect you to serve me tea at seven-thirty sharp. You will then clean the fireplace and light a fresh fire in here. I shall breakfast at eight, you can cook can’t you?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Wonderful. I have an egg most mornings, tomorrow I shall take it hard-boiled, runny yoke. And you need not both to dress yourself.”

Helen pointed to the door beside her own room.
“This is my room – I shall see you in the morning. Should I need you, I’ll call. Goodnight.”

 

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Ann giggled and slipped her hand around Theo's waist as they entered the bedroom. After a long few minutes kissing open mouthed, pressed against the inside of the bedroom door, Ann finally released him whispering she had to pee and he should "get comfortable" in bed.

Smiling, he began to strip off his tuxedo and then wondered; on the bed or in it? He sighed; the bulge of a slight beer belly, the loose skin around the upper arms, the mostly grey pubic hair...in...yes, definitely in.

As he tried to relax he reached over to the bedside cabinet and checked the viagra was there. Not likely to need it - at least at first... but she may well be eager for more before he was...well, quite ready. He shook his head. Roll on the day; he put out of his mind what would be needed on the day, but still, to be young again' young forever!

She emerged from the bathroom confirming he had no need of assitance for the first time. Naked apart from her lacy thong, she grinned and threw back the sheets.

"You get to see everything. I want to as well." She curled herself sinuously onto the bed, reaching out to slide her hand up between his legs to immediately fondle his balls.

She was attentive; expert even, as she curled into his lap, her mouth caressing his cock, his balls, urging him to turn over and lap her pussy, which he eagerly did. She knew that he wouldn't shoot straight away like some young boy but she was experienced enough with older men to know that they too could come too soon for her pleasures if not handled - or tongued! - correctly.

She kept him aroused for minutes...tens of minutes...an hour. She took her pleasure as she did so, climaxing twice, telling him how good his experienced hands felt on her, before he lost control.

It wasn't like a young man but she reveled in her abilities to arouse him enough to push her back and take her. Even though he was inside her tight womanhood, he still had to take his time, still had many thrusts against her before she felt he was about to come.

As he squirted his seed into her he gasped, almost sobbed and she held him tight as they both fell into a half sleep.

Morning came, along with what she expected, another erection. She grinned, mounted him and exposed her body to him, over him and he managed to come in ten minutes. He had proved good with his fingers though as she rode him and he had watched her climax twice again.

After a shower together they donned robes and slowly sauntered towards the kitchen. Ann covered her mouth to supress a gasp, then a giggle, as she watched Ray, naked, boiling and egg and making toast.

 

[sandmartin]

Helen stirred beneath the covers, reluctant to surface from her wild and erotic dreams. The knock at the door came again, not too loud, but insistent. She glanced at the clock, right on time.
“Come in.” She croaked, pulling the covers around herself self-consciously.

Ray entered and she immediately caught sight of his naked frame outlined against the doorway. He closed the door before bringing the small tray bearing her cup and saucer of tea across to the bed. Nice touch, she thought of the tray, her eyes drinking the sight of his nudity. Her eyes fixed on his manhood as he bent to set the tray down on the bedside cabinet.

Reaching out a warm hand from the bed, she cupped his balls. He looked momentarily surprised, but said nothing. Helen folded back the cover of the bed next to her, careful not to uncover herself. Her gaze fixing on his purposefully as she reached for his hand and pulled him to the bed.
“I have work for you – don’t disappoint me by climaxing before I do.”

He slipped into the bed beside her, his big hands quickly set to work on her breasts and buttocks, taking his time to stimulate her before delving further with his think fingers, seeking out her moist place between her thighs. Helen relished his touch, the feel of his hard strong body next to her. She had not had a younger, hard bodied male beside her in years and she imagined the day, not too soon with luck, that such memories would cease to be only memories.

As he slide up between her thighs and entered her, Helen so desperately wanted to roll him over, to mount his big strong body and ride him like the wind, but sensibilities would not allow it. Even at the height of their love making she was conscious of her body – that he must not see it.

Helen did indeed climax first; and then again as she felt his seed explode deep into her. She clung to him, basking in the feeling of having him there. After a respectable rest-bite, she dismissed him, watching his firm buttocks cross the room as he left. God how she wanted to sink her teeth into his behind, she chuckled to herself happily as she drank her tea.

After she had showered and dressed, Helen left her room and followed the smell of toasting bread to the kitchen. When she arrived she was instantly aware of several things as she paused at the door. Theo and Ann were present as Ray prepared her breakfast. Ray looked slightly red in the face and embarrassed. Ann was giggling. Helen breezed on in and looked directly at Ann.
“As our new maid appears to find it so amusing, I think she should dress down the same as our servant!”

Ann looked quickly at Theo, the smile evaporated from her face. Helen cocked an eyebrow at Theo expectantly.
“Sounds good to me.” He grinned, holding out his hand for Ann’s gown.

Ann glanced nervously at the three of them. Ray continued to attend the cooking unconcerned by the exchange. Helen waited, hand on her hip. Ann removed the robe, her face coloured briefly. For Helen’s part she immediately regretted her decision. Ann was slim and attractive, her firm breasts stood forward proudly over her flat tummy and the neat triangle of pubic hair.
“There, all things are now equal.” Helen said with more gusto than she felt. “Theo is Master of this house and I am Mistress, we shall remain dressed unless we choose otherwise. You will remain undressed unless we decide otherwise. If either of you should consider yourself as more than equal to the other, then you will be punished – is that clear?”
“Very clear Mistress.” Ray answered.
“Yes.” Ann answered awkwardly.
“Mistress.” Helen enforced.
“Sorry – yes Mistress.”
“Good. Ray, I should like breakfast before the fire in the other room.”
“As you wish Mistress.” Ray said politely.

Helen was sat next to the fire when Ray entered with her breakfast on a tray. He hovered uncertainly beside her before he suddenly blurted out…
“Thank you.”

She looked at him puzzled for a moment before the penny dropped. She dismissed it as nothing with a flourish of her hand.
“It was still kind of you Mistress and I am grateful for your intervention.”

Helen watched Ray depart and was rather proud of her selection. She had chosen well, and, more importantly, so she thought, he would serve her well.

 

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Walking over to Theo Ann looked at him. "I didn't come here for this," she said, indicating her nudity before others.

Theo grinned. "I know, but..." he paused and his smile became infectious and she giggled. "Maybe you could explore it a bit? It's beginning to excite me." He offered her his crotch which she ran a hand over. "Mmmm," she sighed, her own loins tingling. It had always aroused her, the thought of getting older men excited, knowing it was her body, her thoughts that she put into action that made them erect.

Ray, almost obliviously had been preparing the food and when it was ready they all sat down to eat. Helen managed a genuine smile over the table for her husband. He had done well to convince Ann to try it; she loved the idea of two servants and had already hatched another plot.

She asked Theo in a private moment if it would be all right. He agreed but suggested they wait until the next day, before Ann had to leave.

****

Theo slept soundly the next night; the exhibitionism had fired Ann's imagination and she had exhausted him in bed that night. When he awaoke he reached out for her to feel the bed next to him slightly warm but with no Ann. Sitting up he noticed the study door open; his heart pounded. Quickly, quietly, he arose.

Ann was looking at an alchemy book, engrossed in it when he cleared his throat, making her start. She turned guiltily and blushed. "These are - fascinating," she stammered. "You must have spent a long time collecting them." She put the book on the desk, brushed back her hair and walked over to him, sliding a hand round his waist. "You didn't mind me looking? You were sound asleep and I just thought I would have a look around."

He gave a small emotionless smile. "No, not really. I mean it's OK. Perhaps your Mistress will devise a sutable punishment."

She laughed. "I'll go and get a shower," she said, with a kiss to his cheek.

When the water was running Theo looked at his desk. There, on it, was the envelope containing Claire's files. Had he left it like that? r had it been moved?

As the two young people made breakfast Theo told Helen what had happened. She nodded.

"We go on with what we had planned for today," she said, icily calm. "Playing with Ray can be her punishment. Or so she will think. Though there has to be another one." Her eyes rested on Theo's. In a moment, he knew what she meant.

 

[sandmartin]

This was serious, Helen thought to herself, deadly serious, and Theo – the stupid idiot, how could he be foolish enough to leave the door to his study unlocked? If Ann had seen the file then there would be trouble, it was unavoidable once Claire’s pictures hit the newspapers following her disappearance.

Helen thought long and hard about the situation. Theo might be the scholar of the two of them, but it was Helen who was the devious one. She went and found Ray.
“Ann has been a very naughty little girl Ray.” Helen began, “I think she should be taught a lesson – one she won’t forget in a hurry.”
“You would like to hurt her Mistress – or just send her away?”
“Oh I think a whipping is too good for her, and I certainly don’t want her walking away – how has she been treating you?”
“Not bad,” He answered vaguely, “She’s not very nice to me – likes to tease me when she can.”
“Hmm! How would you like to take her out to the barn and teach her a few manners – just the two of you?”
“I’d like that very much.” He said cheerfully. “What shall I do to her?”
“Anything you like – whip her, amuse yourself with her if you like. Kill her for all I care.”
“Wow! She must have been bad if Mistress wants her dead!”
“Okay – so maybe you don’t have to kill her. I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble.”

Ray thought about that for a moment before nodding his head. “How shall she come to the barn?”
“Well she is having a shower at the moment. When she has finished why don’t you just pick her up and carry her?”
He grinned at the idea.
“And don’t worry if I happen to come across the two of you and act surprised, I’ll only be pretending to be annoyed.”

Helen found Theo and told him what she had suggested to Ray, adding that she thought it best that they keep out of the way. Ten minutes later there was an almighty shriek and Helen guessed that Ray had indeed picked Ann up off the floor. She sneaked a peek through the door just in time to catch sight of Ray, with Ann slung across his shoulder, her legs kicking wildly in the air as her arms pounded his back while he carried her through the house.

She waited a few minutes before heading out to the barn herself. She could hear the crack and sound of Ann’s screams long before she reached the barn. Siding up beside a grimy window Helen peered in. The loud crack of a whip had ceased and Ann lay whimpering as Ray lay over her, his hips grinding into hers. She waited until he had finished before round to the door.
“What’s going on in here?” She said, looking astonished.
“He raped me!” Ann cried.
“He raped you!” She answered with even more astonishment.
“And he beat me.” Ann wailed.
“Ray – what have you done – the police will come?”
“Yes you bastard. Call the police Helen NOW!”
Ray looked shocked for a moment.
“We can’t have the police Ray – that will never do, you’ll go to prison! You had better finish what you started.”

There was a moments pause, a deafening silence as Helen’s words sank in. Then Ann screamed as she scrambled to her fit.
“Now Ray!”

Ray moved like a cat, springing after her As Ann ran toward the back of the barn. But Ray was too quick for her. He fell on top of her, pinning her beneath him. All dignity fled her as she kicked and punched at him wildly as his big hands closed about her throat.

It was all over in a matter of minutes. Helen suggested Ray cleaned himself up and dressed. Afterwards he would need to dig a deep hole and bury her.
“This will be our little secret Ray. Nobody will ever know of it.”

She left him and went to tell Theo the news. He took it rather calmly, which surprised Helen, but then considering what was at risk, perhaps it wasn’t so surprising after all.
“Tomorrow I shall return home, I’ll take Ray with me, and I’ll go and meet with Claire, see if I can make friends. Do you want to come, or would you rather stay here?”

 

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Listening carefully, Theo let the words soak into him. She was dead. In a matter of an hour, Helen had manipulated Ray into a position where he could easily be convicted of rape - or go further and murder, knowing that the crime would be unlikely to be discovered.

He looked at her eyes: cold, calculating. He admired her.

"You knew he would do it didn't you?"

"He longs to be my pet. He's also very suggestible. A useful person to know. Unlike you my dear, I don't chose on eye candy lines alone. He's now ours."

Theo nodded. He was hers, she meant. He reminded himself to keep his gun (the gun she didn't know about, he hoped) with with him at all times, in case she tried to unleash Ray in his direction.

They stood at the back door as the watched Ray emerge from the barn. Ann's lifeless body was draped over his shoulder and he walked slowly to the pit he had dug. She fell, like a rag doll, into it and he began to replace the earth over her.

Suddenly he was aware of her words.

“Tomorrow I shall return home, I’ll take Ray with me, and I’ll go and meet with Claire, see if I can make friends. Do you want to come, or would you rather stay here?”

He looked at her then back at Ray, steadily covering up the first body. Theo swallowed. "I'll stay." Despite the ghosts that were haunting him already, he had an idea how to dispel them. How to be ready for the real thing.

"Let me know how you get on." He wiped his palms, sweaty despite the cold, on his corduroy trousers and walked towards his study.

 

[sandmartin]

The following day Ray drove helen back to the house in London. When they arrived she left Ray to bring the cases inside while she went to shower. It had been a long journey and Helen was tired, but there was too much she needed to do rather than sleep it off.

After her shower she made a quick telephone call to Mr Almann and arranged to meet with him that evening. While Ray freshened up in the shower, she fixed them both a light lunch and then showed him around the big comfortable house. Helen gave Ray some money and sent him shopping for dinner while she went to visit the library where she hoped she would find Claire.

She recognised Claire immediately from the photograph’s Almann had supplied and, picking her opportunity, approached Claire when she appeared to be at a loose end. With a warm smile she enquired about a book, which Claire duly looked up on her computer and then took her through the racks of shelves to give her the book.
“May I borrow the book?” Helen enquired sweetly.
“Of course…” She paused briefly, “You have to be a member, are you a member of the library?”
“Err no. What do I have to do to become a member – I’m afraid it’s rather a long time since I last borrowed a book from a library?”
“Well you need to complete an application form and bring some form of ID along with a utility bill with your name on it as proof of where you live.” Claire replied helpfully.
“Okay – and where do I get an application form from?”
“If you come with me, I’ll fetch you one.”

Claire fetched the application form and handed it to Helen who thanked her, telling her that she had been very helpful and sweet. Helen returned home, first contact had been made. She needed to take her time to gain the girl’s confidence.

That evening she shared dinner prepared by Ray and was pleased to find that he was an accomplished cook. She marvelled at her luck in finding a man so capable and so willing to serve her in every way. She complimented him on the meal and he seemed to bristle with pride. After they had eaten, she had Ray drive her over to Mr Almann’s bookshop and left him waiting in the car while she went for her meeting.

Mr Almann was pleasantly charming and receptive to her arrival. They spoke at length about Claire as Helen quizzed him for as much as he knew about her. They discussed what should be done with her, and, most importantly, what should be done afterwards to dispose of her. After all he had been in this position several times before and had had to ensure that suspicion was not directed at him.

Then they came to the real reason for her visit. Helen wanted to be sure that there was no conspiracy between Mr Almann and her husband Theo. Her prime concern was that they were using Helen to lure the girl in and would then leave her as their scapegoat for the authorities after the girl had been sacrificed. Mr Almann allayed her fears, even going so far as to suggest that if a partnership was being offered he would sooner enjoy her company than that of her husbands.

They talked on until late evening and Helen left feeling satisfied that her concerns of a conspiracy were unfounded. She found Ray waiting patiently in the car for her and after they had driven home, enjoyed his company in her bed, lights out, before sending him off to his own bed.

The next day she visited the library again, seeking out Claire and handing her the necessary paperwork to become a member of the library. They talked lightly about nothing of consequence, Claire fetched her the book she had requested the day before and Helen left.

For the next week Helen visited the library daily. Claire was warming to her and becoming a little more chatty, she even appeared to smile when she saw Helen arrive at the library. And then Helen moved to spring her trap, asking Claire if was possible to display an advert in the library.
“Well it’s not really allowed, personal adverts that is.” Claire answered, “What’s it for?”
“Oh nothing special, it’s just that I have so much room at my house and I thought I might take in a lodger. You know, someone nice, a bit of company of an evening…”

Claire looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, she seemed to hesitate before asking how much the rent would be.
“Do you know I hadn’t even thought of that, how silly of me, I was thinking more in terms of a little company – what’s the going rate?”
“Well this is London, and rents aren’t cheap,” Claire answered, “especially for students.”
“Oh no – I don’t think I could cope with a student, strings of boys hanging around, loud music and wild parties – you’re not a student are you?”
Claire nodded her head sadly.
“I am so sorry my dear, I didn’t realise – and you seemed such a nice girl.”
“Not all students are like that.” Claire replied. “I live on campus and would love to move out if I could afford it. Nobody appears to have any morals, people shouting about at all hours, wandering around the place barely decent – it’s awful!”
“Well why didn’t you say – why don’t you come and have a look, see what you think?”
Claire shook her head. “Thank you, but I couldn’t afford it anyhow.”
“Nonsense my dear, you seem like a very nice young lady. If you like it we can come to some arrangement, perhaps you can do a little cleaning and dusting in exchange for a room.” Helen laughed, “Though there isn’t much cleaning to do as my butler takes care of most of it.”
“Butler – you have a butler!” Claire said in awe.

And that was it, Claire was invited to visit late that very afternoon. Helen went home to make arrangements. She went shopping with Ray to buy him a suitable suit that would lend to his appearance in his new role as Helen’s personal butler. She explained every thing to Ray, except for the real reason for Claire’s arrival, and Ray agreed to play the part.

That afternoon Claire arrived as arranged. Helen showed her round the house and could tell immediately that Claire was excited about the prospect. They talked over tea and biscuits, served by her butler Ray. By the end of the afternoon Claire readily accepted the invitation to move in. It was arranged that Ray would drive over to the campus and collect Claire and her belongings the following evening.

Helen phoned Theo and updated him on progress. She visited Mr Almann again that evening and put him fully in the picture. She had been a regular visitor to Mr Almann’s home above the bookshop during the past week, where they discussed plans for her own rite of rejuvenation once Theo had gone through his.

Things were definitely going smoothly and it was time she started planning a little surprise gift to take back to Theo on her return, like the kidnapping of a nice young filly for Theo to amuse himself with. Best leave Claire at home on her own after a week or so, and then Helen would leave with her surprise for Theo.

 

[chris2c4u]

Helen and Ray had left some twenty minutes before when Theo walked outside. He stood in the unkempt grass beside the barn and looked down at the freshly turned earth. Ann's grave. With the toe of his shoe he scuffed some more soil up on the pile and shook his head with a sigh.

as he walked around the field he began to steel himself to this barbarity. There was no point being squeamish, no point in thinking he was part of civilized society any more. He looked at the healing scar on his hand where he had bled from not so long before to sign away his soul. No point believing he was human any more? Almann's smile floated up before his eyes. He shook his head to clear his vision and began to walk back to the house.

They had crossed the final bridge now and it was burning behind them. He went into his study and leafed through the book where the ceremony of rejuvination was most clearly laid out. Even though it had been seared into his brain for years he could hardly believe its horrors. It involved the one making the sacrifice in blood letting. There was so much blood. He sighed heavily and closed the book; but the rewards!

He knew that Helen doubted everything about him; she was as suspicious as she was cunning. He knew that she doubted he would be able to go through with it and ironically she feared him if he did, that she would be left to rot into old age while he disappeared.

This was why he hatched his plan. He would show her he could do it. Could kill. On doing so he would prove to her he was serious and that he wasn't going to run from her.

****

Sheena was thinking of turning in for the night. It hadn't been bad, three tricks and enough money for her next fix and more. Then the old man appeared; well, not old exactly but getting on.

She smiled. "looking for someone tonight?" she asked.

He nodded, his hands thrust deep in the pockets of a greatcoat.
"I want to do it outside. From behind. Somewhere out of the way; an alley maybe? Do you know anywhere?" His sentences were stacatto burst of words.

"It's a bit bloody cold for outdoors isn't it dear? Don't you have a car?"

"I'll pay extra."

She dropped the butt of her cigarette and ground it with the toe of her thigh high red boot. She looked at him; she was good at sizing up clients. Looked like his first time, probably had this fantasy for years. He'd cum in hardly any time as he lived it out and she could get home for the late film. She drew the fun-fur coat around her shorts and halter top. Linking arms with him she said, "come on, up here."

The alley behind the long-closed Italian restaurant had a street light leaking pale blue over the litter, the overflowing commercial rubbish bins. A few used condoms were strewn on the ground, testimony to its after-dark uses.

"Do you mind if I keep my coat on? It's frezing for outdoors."

"Take it off. P..please. You'll get more money."

With a sigh she pulled it off and rubbed her arms, taking the cash from him and putting it in her bag. She handed him a condom and unbuckled the large belt, low slung around her waist, letting the shorts fall to reveal her shaven pussy in the half-light.

They found a suitable bin for her to hold on to and she bent over it, feeling him opening his coat and standing close.

"Come on dear," she whispered looking back over her shoulder.

The first strike of the knife slid into her abdomen from the side. A Hot jet of blood gushed from her and she stood, the knife still in her. He wrestled it free and before she could scream he struck again. Higher this time the blade slid effortlessly between her ribs, collapsing her left lung.

She gurgled as she fell, trying to crawl away on her back, her forearms pulling her back from him, her thighs, splayed, her feet desperately pushing her from him. He staggered unsteadily after her, her face turned up to him, her pleading eyes seeing only shadows on her last moments on earth she tried to croak, "help me, stop, please."

He bent over her and rammed the knife up through her belly, through her diaphram, stopping her breathing.

She fell back, horribly twisted, her eyes open to the cold sky. A dark stain spread like ink around her, drops of blood like black pearls in the night dripped into the sewer nearby.

Theo Southey breathed deep, ragged breaths. the knife hung from his hand as he looked down. Before leaving he leaned down, his hand seeking out a jagged wound on her body. The blood was still hot as he took it to his mouth. He licked his fingers, emitting a low growl as he did so. From his pocket he took a small camera; the flash like a soundless explosion reflected from her eyes.

Finally he reached for the chain around her neck that held the single ornate mock gold letter S and pulled it off her, stuffing it in his pocket. Placing the knife in the plastic bag he had brought for it after the deed, he pulled his collar up and walked quickly away from the scene.

****

He hadn't realised. Blood had gone everywhere, he thought, as he stood before the mirror in the bathroom. His hair was speckled with it, his mouth was smeared. The clothes were ruined. Thank goodness when he had got to lighter streets it was so quiet.

He showered. Then washed again. He was clean on the outside, a shell on the inside. But now he could show Helen. Tomorrow he would print the digital image on the camera. He would buy a paper. That, the knife and the jewellery would be enough to show Helen what he was capable of.

 

[sandmartin]

Helen:

Helen was walking down the street, lost to her thoughts as she shopped. Claire had been with them two days now and the arrangement, whilst a tad inconvenient, was proving successful as Helen wormed her way gradually into the younger woman’s confidence. Her thoughts suddenly snapped back to reality as she felt her handbag being violently pulled.

She tensed, instinctively pulling back as she turned to face the youth snatching at her bag. She saw his fist a moment too late, felt it glancing off her cheek bone, sending her sprawling to the ground, her handbag gone.

There was a cry of alarm, onlookers gathered as Helen lay dazed on the floor. Concerned faces crowded round her, people were shouting; someone shouted ‘there they go!’ – ‘two of them!’ cried another. Someone knelt beside her; she felt dizzy as she tried to sit up. Someone suggested calling an ambulance, someone else mentioned the police and fog hanging over Helen’s mind cleared. No, she didn’t need an ambulance, she would be okay. The police, there really was no need – there was nothing in the bag worth taking anyway.

Helen was helped to her feet, she brushed her coat off feeling foolish and confused. The side of her face throbbed painfully, but above all she wanted the incident behind her and forgotten about. Where was Ray damn it, just when she needed him most. People were starting to disperse, loosing interest. One gentleman, the good Samaritan who had helped her to her feet, was insisting she should call the police and Helen was beginning to wonder how she could avoid all the fussy when Ray emerged through the crowd carrying her handbag to a small burst of applause.

The crowd thinned and Ray helped her back to the car which was parked just around the corner in a narrow little side street. He helped her into the passenger seat, there was genuine concern on his face as he looked at her and asked if she was all right. She reassured him, telling him she just wanted to go home.

They had been driving maybe ten minutes when there was suddenly a loud thump from the rear of the car, enough to make the car jolt slightly.
“What was that?” Helen asked apprehensively.
“Nothing Mistress, something we drove across.”

A few minutes later and the same thing occurred accompanied by a slight muffled sound that was difficult to determine. Ray indicated and turned off the main road as Helen voiced her concern.
“I’ll just check everything is okay Mistress.”

He stopped the car and got out. Helen watched him anxiously as he walked to the back of the car and then lost sight of him as he open the boot. Suddenly the car bounced heavily and Helen almost leapt out her skin. The boot closed and Ray tilted his head to look at the wheel, then turned and looked at the other wheel. He bent over and appeared to examine underneath the car before returning to his seat with a shrug.

Helen looked at him quizzically but said nothing as they resumed their journey homeward. When they got home Helen went upstairs to bed, she looked at the mirror and the deep bruise already showing on the side of her face. Bringing her fingers to touch it, she winced at the smarting and then became angry at the sight of her disfigurement and the youth who had assaulted her. She climbed into bed, her head aching from the blow and closed her eyes.

She woke some three hours later to the smell of cooking and dressed before going downstairs. Ray was busy in the kitchen when she arrived and looked genuinely pleased to see her, though he frown as he took in the sight of her face. He fussed about her, making a cup of tea as he finished preparing the meal that he was meticulously attending.

When lunch was eventually served, Helen thought it was rather a grand affair considering they usually ate a light lunch. She looked at the sausage and what appeared to be a strange looking onion barji. She cut and ate, surprised to discover it was meat.
“What it is Ray?”
“Something of my own concoction Mistress – testicles!”
“Testicles!?” She said with interest, unused to eating offal. She tried another piece and found she rather liked it. As she continued with her meal she suddenly discovered that the sausage looked distinctly like – a dark thought crept into her mind. “Ray, what am I eat?”
“Do you like it Mistress?”
“What kind of testicles am I eating?”
“Shall we say that the thug who attacked you won’t be bothering anyone ever again.”
“Good grief Ray. You mean I am eating the testicles and penis of the man who attacked me?”
Ray nodded his head solemnly.
“That noise in the car – you put him in the boot?”
“And his accomplice Mistress.”
“Are they alive?”
“The one is, alas his friend, the one I castrated, is no longer.”
“Can I see them – where are they?”
“In the cellar – well the one is. I have disposed of the other.”
“I see.” Helen said, then stabbed her fork into the penis and lifted it off her plate. “Show me.”

Ray led the way and as soon as he opened the door at the bottom of the steps, she could smell what she guessed to be fear. Ray flicked on the light and she saw him with a sense of satisfaction, bound with his hands behind his back, doubled over as a rope trailed from a beam in the ceiling to his tied wrists.
He turned his head to look at them. Even though he had one eye swollen and closed, she recognised him as the accomplice to the lout that had attacked her. Helen smiled sadistically back at him as she approached him. He was obviously in a great deal of pain and discomfort, not that Helen was in the least bit concerned.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy…”
“Fuck off!” He croaked.
“Would you like to know what I had for lunch?” She suddenly swung her hand beneath his taunt buttocks and grasped his testicles through his trousers without waiting for an answer. “I ate your friend’s balls and I’ve a mind to eat these puny little offerings.”
He cried out, bloodied spittle flying from his lips as he went rigid in the ropes.

She removed the fork hidden behind her back and waved it in front of his face. His eyes followed it back to her own face as she leaned forward so he could see her. She span the fork slowly, pointing the shrivelled head toward her mouth and then bit it off.
“Now are you going to be a good little boy, or would you like to share in your cowardly friend’s fate?”
“Fuck-off!” He gasped.
“The kitchen knife if you please Ray.”
“Nooo!” He yelled as Ray turned to leave. “I won’t tell anyone – just let me go – I promise.”
“I know you’ll never tell another soul,” Helen replied with meaning, “but that wasn’t my question.”
“Yes – whatever you want.”
“Let him down Ray.” Helen removed her hand and watched as Ray freed him from the ceiling restraint.

“Now undress yourself.”
“What for?”
“Because I said so and you agreed to do anything I wanted. If you don’t, then Ray will persuade you to co-operate and I shall have your precious balls anyway.”

Miserably he began to undress himself. Helen watched with amusement, noting the ugly weal’s and bruises on his body as he uncovered himself. She had to remind him to remove his underwear, which he did reluctantly.
“I can see now why it was your friend who attacked me instead of you; he obviously had bigger balls than you!”
“Bitch!” He growled.

Ray stood to one side, ready to pounce should the hoodlum try anything.
“Perhaps…” Helen answered, “but a bitch you wished you’d never picked on. Now bend over.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask questions; just do as you’re told. I actually want to stroke your ass with a stick.”
“Fuck off!”
“Ray I’m going tired of this impudent little pup. Tie him up again and I’ll cut his balls off.”
He doubled himself over, watching Ray cautiously.
“That’s better.” Helen responded. “Now spread your feet so I can see your balls – I want to watch them dance for me when I whip you.”

And whip him she did, pounding his naked buttocks as he squirmed and twisted, squealed and begged her to stop, his backside a huge mass of criss-crossing lines, some of which were bloody. When she had finished she was bathed in sweat and breathing heavily. He lay sprawled on the floor at her feet, sobbing as he clutched at his raw behind.
“Tie him up!” Helen panted. “Not as before – more comfortable. Then I’ll see you upstairs.”

Helen left and when Ray returned upstairs he had to search the house for her. He found Helen in her room, waiting for him in her bed. She ordered Ray to undress himself and watched, marvelling at his firm nakedness. When he joined her in the bed she was like a caged animal unleashed. She could not remember making love with such passionate anger, consumed with such desire.

Afterwards, she told Ray to clean their guest up and feed him. He was not to harm him anymore than was necessary and he was to ensure he was properly gagged so Claire wouldn’t be alerted by any strange noise. The cellar was of course to be locked and the key returned to Helen’s personal safekeeping.

That evening, over dinner, she told Claire that she would be going to visit her husband in a couple of days. Claire was pleased to discover that she would be allowed to remain at the house on her own, despite having only resided there a few days. It showed remarkable trust of Helen’s part Claire thought.

She noticed the bruising to Helen’s face and remarked after it. Helen dismissed it as an act of stupid clumsiness on her part and let the matter rest, turning the conversation with the suggestion that she would like to take Claire shopping when she returned and spruce up her wardrobe. Claire was a little embarrassed by the proposal and more so as Helen piled on the compliments about her good looks and how she should dress herself up. Nonetheless, quietly she looked forward to the shopping trip.

Later that night, when the house was still, Helen sneaked soundlessly downstairs into the cellar. She found him bound face down across a table, his bright red and raw buttocks turned upward. He woke as soon as she turned on the light and looked at him. His eyes filled with tears as he saw the knife in her hand. She had with her a razor and a few other essential items, but it was the knife that caught his eye and she was ure that if it hadn’t been for the gag, he would have wailed with despair.

She walked slowly toward him, enjoying his fear before she soothed him, telling him to hush as she stroked his burning buttocks gently.
“Merely a precaution,” She cooed softly to him, her hand lingering over his injured behind, following the contours as her fingers traced the parting of his cheeks. “I’m going to shave you, that’s all. But I need you to turn over, so long as you don’t make a fuss you’ll be alright.”

The change in him was startling. From the rude and violent young man she had met earlier he now appeared like a baby. She freed one hand and made him reach across so she could secure it before freeing his second hand. She did the same with his legs, crossing them over and making him turn before she released his other leg.
“Spread your legs wide,” She told him when he lay face up. “wider!”

He parted his legs wide, exposing himself fully to her. She tied him down securely and then set to work with the scissors, trimming away all his pubic hair before she began to shave him. At one point she caught him with the razor, drawing blood. She stooped down to him and kissed the tiny wound, tasting the blood. He looked at her, eyes wide with fear.
“You know I can never let you go don’t you?”
He nodded his head quickly.
“Which means I either find a use for you, or…” She let the sentence hang unfinished.

She continued shaving him, enjoying his vulnerability and the power she wielded over him. When she was done, she cleaned him off with a damp towel, then she bent over him and took him in her mouth, expertly using her tongue to bring him to orgasm. She looked down at him and smiled.
“You belong to me now.” Her hand reached between his legs, “These are mine, whether they end up on my breakfast plate or still attached to you is for you to decide.”

Helen left him and returned to her bed. The following morning she surveyed the newspaper with little interest as she ate breakfast. A story caught her eye, a murdered prostitute, discovered half-naked up an alley with a seedy reputation. The paper didn’t give much detail save to say that the murder had been particularly gruesome. Indeed Helen would have paid the story scant interest had it not been for the fact that the murder had taken place only a few miles away from their newly acquired farmhouse.

They left three days later. She had only visited Richie in the cellar a couple of times since that first night. Ray was keeping an eye on him, setting him menial tasks to perform when Claire was safely out of the house. When night came, Ray allowed Richie to dress put him in the back of the car, Helen said her goodbyes to Claire and went out to join her men in the car.

They made a short detour on their journey, stopping in a dark street to wait. Sure enough, Helen’s intended victim showed up, walking home after finishing her shift at a local supermarket. She had seen the young woman several times on her visit’s to Mr Almann’s and had hatched her plot then. Ray got out of the car, startling the young woman as she approached, but on seeing Helen inside the car by the interior light, she recovered herself and continued to approach. Ray let her pass before turning and grabbing her from behind.

The kicking young woman was tossed headlong inside the car where Richie embraced her and pinned her down. The car drove off and headed north, the terrified young woman pinned down on the back seat beneath Richie who kept her mouth covered with his hand.

 

[chris2c4u]

The car pulled into the drive in front of the farmhouse. Theo smiled and put down the wineglass, turning the string quartet CD down.

Helen came in and Theo stood, genuinely pleased to see her. They embraced and even kissed each other on the lips. Both knew a lot had changed in a few days. Despite this intuition they shared they were still wary of one another. Theo poured her a glass of wine and she sat.

"Claire?" Theo asked.

Helen smiled. "I've got the little girl eating out of my hand," she said and explained how successful she had been, filling in the details they hadn't wanted to share over the phone in case anyone traced their calls. Theo smiled at the thought of her having the run of the house, making plans, looking forward to her shopping trip.

"You've done well," said Theo, his hand shaking a little as he said he had some news for her.

In dramatic and macabre fashion, Theo pulled out the jewellery and laid it on the table. She frowned. He put the newspaper article about the murder of a prostitute with it. Her eyes flicked from that to his, a steady gaze, waiting for more.

He smiled and put the bloody knife in its bag still, on the table. He saw her eyes widen.

The photograph.

Her hand leapt to her mouth. She pushed back her chair from the table, unable to pull her gaze from the twisted, bloody body for moments before looking at him.

"You?" the word was barely audible. He nodded slowly.

"It was surprisingly easy," he said, taking a sip of wine. "Her blood tasted good, too."

He saw how she struggled to maintain control as she gulped down the rest of her glass of wine.

Eventually she gace a curt nod. "G..good. I'm glad you could do it. Similar to the rite you'll have to use with Claire?"

He shrugged. "Not really. I just wanted to see if I could kill. Snuff out some life. Like that." He clicked his fingers; she suppressed a start and nodded.

Now was the time to tell him of her own exploits, make sure he knew that she had protection who was also gaining a blood lust equally cold blooded. She knew that he could hardly contain his horror as she told of the brutal killing and cannibalism; she was pleased at the way he looked around. "Where is Ray anyway?"

"He'll be along presently," she smiled as she continued to tell of the fate of the other assailant, now her other slave. She graphically described the sight and taste of his cock and his semen.

"They have a little something for you," she grinned. Taking his hand she led him outside.

They had tapped her mouth shut and her hands were fastened behind her back. Ray smiled; Richie looked sullen; she had bitten his hand hard before they'd got the tape on her and Helen wouldn't let him beat her up.

"She's called Liz," Ray passed the girl's handbag to Helen. Liz slumped between the two men, her blonde hair covering her face as she sobbed; the metallic looking plastic tape across her mouth moving, the words she managed to choke out were distorted but she was clearly begging them not to hurt her.

Helen moved closer to Theo and whispered in his ear, "a little toy for you to play with. Unfortunately, she's not a willing guest like Ann. You'll have to rape her. Can I watch?"

Smiling he kissed her cheek in assent. He walked over to Liz and reached out a hand to her face; she flinched; he made shushing noises as if she were a frightened animal. Her breath came in gasps, her nostrils flaring as she felt him wipe her tears.

"Come my dear, it's not so bad." She began to cry again. "When you're inside...listen to me, stop crying." He paused. He looked at her tearful eyes, watching them brim over as she tried to stop her sobs.

"When you're inside you'll be released from these constraints, is that clear?"

She sniffed and nodded. He stroked her cheek. "If you do as we say then you won't be harmed," he smiled. Already, he felt in the pit of him, in the place where human compassion used to live, the lust for death begining to rise, matching the hardening of his penis. Trust me, he willed his eyes to say. Her simpering had begun to subside. He wanted her calm when he slaughtered her. Until then; despite the jeans and shapeless sweatshirt, Theo could sense she had the beauty of youth. Uncovering her body was going to be most pleasant.

Helen told her slaves to bring her inside and untie her and remove the gag. Horribly frightened she stood until told to sit at the kitchen table and was offered food and drink. She complied and took a sandwich Ray made for her, eating and drinking, eventually wiping her mascara stained face.

"Please, I want to go home."

Theo sat beside her. "That's not possible for a while. First of all, you have to come to bed with me. A few times." She couldn't stop shaking her head. He sighed. "It's not a matter of choice. You have to come to bed with me. Do I make myself clear?"

She slumped to the kitchen table, her head on her arms.

"Get the brandy," Helen told Ray. "The cheap one," she said with a laugh. They mixed it with water. Liz knew why and gratefully took it, trying to quickly get so drunk she wouldn't know what was happening.

Theo sipped wine as he saw her inebriation increase. A few times she became belligerent and Ray restrained her; eventually she slumped back in her chair.

"Fuck me then," she slurred, "you old bugger." She laughed, muttering about wanting to see if he had grey pubic hair.

Theo looked at Helen. "You can watch. Not the men."

She nodded, instructing Ray to take Richie and look him in a guest bedroom for the night then await her in her room. She anticipated another high from what she was about to witness that would mean Ray was fucked at least as hard as the previous occasion.

She didn't need guarding; Liz could hardly walk. When they reached the bedroom Theo said, "strip for me."

She giggled and tried a seductive look and pose. She slumped to her knees as she pulled off the sweatshirt. The bra was plain, well used. Theo walked around her and quickly undis the clasp. She leaned forward, not removing it, just kneeling. He pulled the straps down her arms and wrestled it off her.

"Sit up," he said, "I want to see your tits."

He began to pull off his clothes as she jerked up. She held her firm breasts in her hands. "Here," she slurred.

Theo knelt with her as she swayed. He leant close and suckled her breasts as Helen drew up a chair and made herself comfortable to watch. Liz clearly felt nothing; she was half alseep. Theo pulled at the waist of her jeans and roughly pushed them down, exposing a bright red pair of panties.

With some coaxing she slumped to her side and he was able to pull off the jeans, her foorwear and the panties, eager to take her, seeing her body exciting him. He couldn't be bothered trying to get her onto the bed but removed the rest of his clothes, spread her legs out like some laboratory rat ready for investigation, dissection and lay over her.

Helen watched as her husband raped the young woman, asking him how her pussy felt. "So tight, so good," he grunted as he thrust inside her prone form; a few waves of her arms at first the only response. Eventually her knees bent and she wrapped her legs around his, whispering the name of her presumed lover, Craig. This excited Theo uncontrollably and Helen watched his pale backside thrust repeatedly against her until she saw him drive hard and stay there long moments, knowing he had ejaculated.

Liz lay snoring under him.

 

[sandmartin]

Helen stood up, her cheeks sucked inward to contain her mirth. Accomplished lover huh! The girls snoring was almost surreal, laughable under the circumstances. Helen left before she burst out laughing. She didn’t want Theo to take it personally and thereby upset him, she just found the whole scene, girl lying on the floor snoring as she was raped completely ridiculous.

She moved through to the lounge and saw the newspaper and photographs on the table. Theo had surprised her with this and she was unsure what to make of it. What was Theo trying to tell her? That he was capable of murder – which she had to admit she didn’t think he had it in him – or was there something more sinister behind it, like a veiled threat perhaps? Either way it unnerved her; one because she had weighed him up wrong – because he was capable of murder, or secondly he was issuing her with a very serious warning. Just then Ray walked into the room.
“It seems we are all bound together Ray – partners in crime so to speak.” She nodded at the knife in the plastic bag and the photographs. “My husband has a taste for murder as well, you have murdered twice and I have kidnapped a young woman, brought her here and given her to my husband to rape while I watched. Does none of this strike you as strange Ray?”
“Strange – yes Mistress, but it beats the hell out of evicting drunks out of bars.”
Helen smiled at his quip. “So why do you stay. None of us could prevent you from leaving if you chose to, and you have as much on us as we do on you so it’s not as if I have anything over you?”

Ray paused thoughtfully before answering. He looked slightly uncomfortable as he replied. “I stay for you Mistress.”
“For me!” Helen responded with surprise. “Come Ray, I am considerably older than you. There must be a thousand younger, more attractive women out there waiting for you.”
“I like a woman to be in charge…”
“Even to the point where you kill someone on her say so?”
“A younger woman can be bossy, but somehow it isn’t the same. She is less confident in life and I would find it hard to follow a younger woman. And then a lot of women look at me, my size, and think I am stupid. You don’t make fun of me and I like you.”
“That’s very sweet of you Ray – shall we go to my room – I don’t believe I’ve thanked you properly for what you did the other day?”

Ray followed Helen upstairs where she bid him to undress. She watched him, enjoying the sight of his semi-inflated erection as he uncovered himself. She told him to lie on the bed and then approached him, reaching out her hand and playing over his manhood, watching it grow to its full girth before lowering her lips to him and taking him in her mouth. She played him slowly, drawing out his climax until he could barely contain himself any longer, then drinking his seed.
“Ray…” She said at length, “I want you to watch my back carefully. I’m not saying there is anything to fear, I’m just asking you to be vigilant.”

Helen went to her bathroom and undressed for bed. When she returned in her nightgown Ray was gone. She knew he would have left, knowing that she would expect him to leave. She went back to Theo’s room and found the girl lying on the floor, duvet thrown over her, her ankle showing from the bottom with a handcuff joining her to the foot of the bed. Tomorrow, Helen thought, she was going to wake-up with such a hangover!

Theo was dozing as she slipped into bed beside him. He stirred as she snuggled up to him.
“You have washed?”
“Whaaat!?” He answered groggily.
“You’re not putting that in me unless it’s been cleaned.” She said teasing his penis as Theo roused from his slumber.

 

[chris2c4u]

Theo's dreamless sleep was disturbed by the feeling of a body against his. Words flowed around as he imagined Liz had crawled in beside him, until the sounds crystallised into his wife's voice.

"You have washed?"
"Whaaat!?" He answered groggily.
"You're not putting that in me unless it's been cleaned."

There was a slight disappointment that it wasn't Liz; he recalled her tight pussy holding him now and felt his cock become semi-rigid in Helen's hand.

He stretched and reached for her in the near darkness she liked.

"So you enjoyed my display for you earlier?" he murmured.

"Oh yes," she said; she coughed: it almost sounded like a suppressed giggle.

He slid his hand between her legs with no other foreplay as she squeezed his cock. He felt her wetness and pushed her onto her back. He fondled her breasts, not worried about how they sagged as she kissed him hard on the mouth for the first time for months.

He slipped over her, pulling up her nightdress eagerly her hand guiding his cock to her sex.

"Wait, wait," she purred as she stroked her clit with the head of his erection. He grunted and pushed his hands up under her nightie to feel her breasts, push the clothing higher.

Slowly she guided him to her pussy's heat. He had to admit that she had worked hard at keeping her muscles trim; not Liz's firmness but she still clasped him as he slid inside.

With something of the mechanical of familiar lovers they began to move together. Their climax followed shortly after and they fell asleep in one another's arms.

The next morning he was awoken by a tugging at his feet. Looking down, Liz was peering over the edge of the bed. "I have to pee."

Slowly he dragged himself up and released her sleepily from the restraint. Taking her forearm he began to lead her towards the bathroom.

The thigh she landed caught him right across the midriff and his solar plexus. The air escaped him in a wheeze as he doubled up and fell. Quickly, silently she was gone. As he rolled in agony, unable to call out, as he heard the front door open.

He coughed. "Helen. HELEN!"

She stirred in the bed.

"Quickly! Liz..." he clutched his belly and rolled as he heard a car start.

"She's escaped...get after her..."

 

[sandmartin]

Helen was awake in an instant, shouting for Ray at the top of her voice. The only reply she heard was the sound of a vehicle heading off. She rushed to the window to see the Merc moving down the drive and as she watched something puzzled her briefly; it didn’t seem to fit properly and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Another movement caught her attention, closer to the house.

Pressing her face to the window, straining to look down, she saw her – Liz, bare legs showing beneath the large coat she pulled tightly around herself – but who was in the Merc?
“She’s outside!” Helen raced across the bedroom, grabbing her dressing gown as she passed through the door.

Trotting downstairs quickly as she tied the belt of her dressing gown around her waist she called for Ray again. Upon entering the kitchen she found it abandoned and picked-up her mobile as Theo charged down the stairs.
“Hello – Ray? Where are you?”
“Sorry Mistress – there was no milk…” Her panicked tone registered. “Is everything all right?”
“Get back here quickly – Liz has escaped, she’s outside somewhere.”
“On my way.”

The telephone went dead. Helen went to the backdoor, she considered fetching Richie to help in the search but decided against it. One escapee was enough and she didn’t want to run the risk of him taking flight as well.

She saw Theo crossing the yard, his head swinging left and right. He looked mad, and well he deserved to be. Indeed Helen was mad with anger herself – how could he be so careless, didn’t he understand that this was not a game? And then she saw her, crossing between two of the buildings. Helen opened the door and went outside – waving to Theo, pointing him to the barn Liz had slipped into.

Helen picked up a stout looking stick. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do with it, but she felt safer with it than without, recognising that she would be no match for a determined young woman. Behind her she heard the engine of the Merc roar as it approached the house. She waved frantically at Theo to go around the far side of the barn while she approached the door Liz had entered through.

Theo ran, heedless of any noise he was making. Behind her the Merc’s tyres ground to a sliding stop on the gravel outside the house. The engine died and Helen was relieved to know that Ray had arrived as she cautiously approached the door. Her eyes never left the door, almost fearing it would open and she would have to confront the frightened young woman alone.

A scrambling noise inside startled her, she braced herself, stick raised in the air menacingly as she stood no more than six foot away from the heavy set timber door. A shout inside, Theo swore, followed almost immediately by a shriek. Footsteps behind distracted her momentarily, Helen turned to see Ray crossing the yard quickly.
“She’s in there…”

The door burst open and Helen had no time to think. She swung the stick with all her meagre strength and felt the blow land. The heavy stick landed on Liz’s shoulder, glancing off to bounce across the side of Liz’s head. She fell in a crumpled heap. Helen stared down at her in revulsion – had she just killed her? Theo rushed through the door and skidded to a halt, his eyes flicked from Liz to Helen.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes – is she dead?”

Ray was at her side, he stooped to the prone form and as he reached out to check her pulse she suddenly sprang to life, catching them all off guard as she dealt Ray a vicious kick. Theo leapt back as if avoiding a snapping dog; Helen also felt herself jolt with a start, but it was Ray who was the most startling. He moved so fast that Helen scarce had time to take it in; twisting Liz over and wrenching her up to her feet, her arms pinned painfully up her back as her face contorted in agony.

Helen stepped smartly forward and slapped her hard across the face, feeling the impact sting her hand. She turned accusingly to her husband.

“You deserved that!” She stormed, turning to go. And then Theo, his own anger not spent, did something Helen had never seen him do in his life. Indeed it was the very reason that she had found his action of butchering the prostitute so hard to accept. He lashed out, ploughing his balled fist into the young woman’s belly.

She gasped, her knees buckling then lifting off the ground as she drew her legs up to her midriff as Ray held her. The coat rode upwards to expose her creamy thighs and naked buttocks.
“Now you know what it feels like.” Theo growled.
“Bring her inside.” Helen snapped, turning on her heel.

They trooped into the kitchen and Helen told Ray to tie the young woman securely as he half-carried her indoors. Helen went upstairs to dress, contemplating what they should do with the young woman. When she returned downstairs she found Ray in the kitchen.
“I’ve made you a cup of tea Mistress.” He pointed to the steaming cup on the table. “I’m afraid there’s no milk though, unless you’d like me to fetch some now?”
“No, thank you – I think there’s some powdered milk in one of the cupboards which will do for now.”
“Poached egg this morning Mistress, be ready in a few minutes.”
“Thank you Ray – again I am indebted to you.”

He turned away embarrassed, rummaging through the cupboards in search of the powdered milk. Theo arrived in time to break the awkwardness.
“Coffee sir?”
“Thanks Ray.”
“I’m afraid there’s only powdered milk.”
“Blast – I meant to get some, forgot all about it – sorry.”
“What are we going to do with the girl?”
Theo looked at his wife, her tone spoke volumes. “Well… I… err.”
“Kill her.” Helen said finally.
“Aw… Look…” He licked his lips, glancing nervously at Ray. He was thinking about last night. “Let’s keep her for a while. She’s shown her hand, we know what she’s capable of, we just have to be more careful that’s all – why not let her amuse us?”
Helen looked at him coldly. “WE! Don’t you mean YOU!” Her gaze softened, she understood desire if nothing else and also the need to pacify her husband, not alienate him. “She is not to stay in your room again – agreed?”
Theo nodded his head enthusiastically.
“When she isn’t securely locked up, someone must be with her at all times – awake! All the doors and windows out of the house are to be kept locked at all times – agreed?”
Theo again nodded his consent.
“Right. Bring Richie to the living room, when we are all gathered, fetch her down – Ray, you are to stand guard by the door.”

Helen made herself a fresh cup of tea and carried it through to the living room. She selected a chair beside the fire, back to the window where the light would shine directly into the middle of the room. Theo sat opposite her as Richie, accompanied by Ray, entered. Richie looked about nervously, unsure of himself.
“Take your clothes off.” Helen commanded.
“What? Not in front of these two!”
“Shut up Richie and get on with it.” Helen snapped.

Apprehensively Richie undressed himself. Helen did so enjoy the sight of a man disrobing himself. They waited patiently as Richie removed his clothing. Theo gazed into the empty fireplace, embarrassed by his wife’s apparent willingness to make him endure such a scene. When Richie was naked she made him fold his clothes and put them aside neatly before telling Richie to stand beside her.
“Bring her down Ray.”

So that was it, Theo thought, she wanted him to know that she had a toy of her own and intended to make full use of it as he had insisted on keeping Liz for his own amusement.

Liz entered the room and stopped with a start as soon as she saw Richie standing naked facing her. Ray pushed her forward and closed the door, where he stood motionless with his arms folded.

“I wanted to kill you for this mornings antics, but I have been persuaded otherwise.” Helen began. Liz’s bottom lip started to quiver as she folded her arms before herself, drawing the oversized coat tightly around her slim frame. “I want you to know, displease me in anyway and it will go hard on you – Richie, turn around.”

Richie turned and Liz winced as she saw the state of his badly bruised buttocks. Theo’s eyes widened as he took in the sight.
“I did that…” She pointed at Richie’s backside, “and will not hesitate to do the same to you if you so much as step out of line. You will do exactly as you’re told, when you are told, is that clear?”
Liz nodded her head slowly, her eyes still glued to Richie’s scarred behind.
“Try anything stupid like this morning and I will kill you, no beating for stepping out of line – dead!” She let the word hang in the air before continuing. “Now take that coat off.”

Liz remained glued to the spot, her eyes dancing about the room wildly as her mouth pumped up and down. No words came from her lips as her eyes filled with tears.
“Richie, pass me that poker from beside the fire.”
“No, please…” Her arms quickly unfolded as her fingers reluctantly raised to the zip.

Helen’s hand slipped up to Richie’s behind and gently cupped his buttock as he faced the young woman. She had little interest in watching her undress herself, but she was interested in watching Richie’s limp and soft looking cock begin to fill out. It looked so pink and fresh without the tangle of pubic hair that she had shaved off him.

Liz held the coat folded between her arms like a barrier, hiding herself behind it. Helen told her to give the coat to Ray, she turned and complied before facing the room once more, her face flushed as she clasped her hands before herself modestly. Richie’s cock was pointing directly at her, forcing Helen to smile to herself.
“There are three men here, all of whom need attending. You will comply with each of their demands and when you are finished, there will be plenty of chores for you to do. Now I believe my husband has some unfinished business with you.”

Helen got up and left, taking Richie and Ray with her. She left Ray on guard outside the door, hearing a brief sob, followed by a squeal as she walked down the hallway, a thin smile of satisfaction crossed her face.

 

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Theo stood as the room emptied. Liz eyed him nervously as he approached, examining her nudity. He slapped her firm behind and she squealed. Standing behind her he whispered in her esrr,"I was kind to you." He continued circling her before coming to stand in front of her.

"I let you drink until you'd hardly know what was happening. An anesthetic if you will. This is how you repay me?"

She didn't answer.

"You know she meant it, don't you? You saw Richie's backside?" She nodded quickly. "Please, don't hit me again," she said hoarsely.

He moved his hand quickly towards her; she flinched involuntarily with a gasp but he just put his fingers on the back of her neck. "It won't be hitting Liz. Do you want to live?"

She tried to hold in the sob; a tear trickled down her cheek as she nodded vigorously.

"You have made it very difficult for yourself but you have another chance."

"Anything," she begged, a pleading look on her face.

"Some things are difficult," he murmured, his thumb stroking her jaw. "A climax for you now, for example, would be hard to ask of you."

She swallowed. "Anything. Please."

He let her go. "You will masturbate. Do you require a vibrator?"

She flushed and nodded, "please." She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her top lip. Over the years, Helen and Theo had collected sex toys; initially to help as their sex lives slumped. Theo, though, had always enjoyed their use and as the years passed Helen used them more though for many years now wouldn't let him watch. Theo opened a drawer and asked her to select what she wished.

Surprised at the wide selection, she chose a small bullet vibrator.
"Lie down. Spread your legs."

She lay on the floor and parted her legs. "Wider," he insisted. He described her pussy; the trimmed hairs, the tight slit, as yet unexcited, as he stood

between her thighs. "Go on then," he nodded towards her sex where his eyes were still drawn magnetically.

She turned on the vibrator but first ran her fingers over her breasts and down her body, between her legs. Her nervousness was obvious but slowly she teased at her pussy lips and slid a finger between and up, wetting her clit with the natural lubrication there. She transfered the vibrator into her
right hand and continued to play around her mound, between her legs, on her pussy lips.

She closed her eyes, trying to picture Craig, trying to make sure she climaxed and earned some credit in this pervert's eyes.

Theo watched and let his trousers and boxers slide down his legs. She felt the fabric of his trousers agaist her calves and almost involuntarily opened her eyes to see the old bastard stroking his cock over her. She groaned and scrunched her eyes tight, concentrating on her clit and the time Craig spent an afternoon lapping her; orgasm after orgasm...her hips bucked and she panted.

Theo watched as she became more excited. He watched as the bullet slid between her lips and she thrust against it. He reached as she circled her clit. He watched as she kept it on her clit. Hard. Her hips bucking up, her moans louder, louder. He panted as he stroked faster over her, his balls loose, pendulous, swinging.

He watched her, slowing his stroking, waiting until he saw her tense, her feet pointing down her hips thrusting uncontrollably against her hand before he rapidly rubbed his cock. His hips thrust. They moaned together; she pressed the bullet hard to her flesh; his cock spurt his semen between her breasts, then onto her belly.

Both panted; she squinted through half close eyes, feeling his cum begin to cool on her body, watching him pull up his pants.

He swallowed. "Go out like that," he panted. "Tell Helen you're her toy for now. Have her use you as she likes. I have work to do."

As Ray took her arm outside the door Theo headed for his office. He dialled a number.

"Almann's books?""

"Mr Almann. May I ask you for some assistance? Theo Southey here."

"Good to hear from you, how can I help?"

"I can provide details - but the texts that call for the appearance of a devil? Could I conjure that?"

There was a silence. "Soon? Before the sacrifice?" he asked.

Theo nodded as he replied, "as soon as possible."

Almann paused again. "What is it you wish from the summoned Dark Force?"

"An Incubus. I have a recalcitrant woman I need screwing by a devil."

Almann murmured. Theo asked for more. "he must abuse her; but I want her human side to survive his copulation."

Almann laughed lightly. "You are demanding. Go on."

"She will revert to humanity when I slaughter the little cow."

Almann laughed. "Perfect. Agreed. I will have the potion with you by tomorrow. By Post. You're not up to telekinesis."

There was a silence. Almann breathed. "One condition."

"Yes?" Theo asked.

"She signs her soul away. In blood." The phone went dead.

The following day, Theo ignored his wife's demands that Ray and Richie should have their fill of Liz; they were gettng restless she said. He ignored her. He had a plan.

When the snail-mail post came he signed for the package and retreated to his study to tear it open. What he saw was like a teabag; he had to ensure she would drink the infusion that the brief instructions outlined. As must Ray, when they would become attracted to one another. An additional set of notes was included, with a detailed description of his incantation for the Inncubus. He smiled.

Theo emerged from his study, Helen was furious - until she heard of his plotting. They went to the kitchen and prepared the drink; Ray, of course, drank his portion without complaint or question. Liz's was scattered over her salad as a dressing.

That evening as they all gathered in the open space, it was like an animal playful attraction; Ray and Liz. They were barely restrained for a while; then they set to kissing at every opportunity.

As they did so, Theo removed from his pockets the ingredients Almann had told him to prepare. As he set them before him, as Liz and Ray writhed on each other's mouths, he asked Helen to remove Richie.

Still they pawed; he began his calling, his incantation. The light in the room began to change; the temperature fell. The writhing figures of Ray and Liz were surrounded by soft white smoke.

There was a grunt, a scream. Ray was pushed away, his hard cock removed from Liz's pussy at the moment of climax spurting into the air before he fell back unconscious.

Into the insistently thrusting hips of Liz slipped an even bigger, thicker cock. She screamed. It was ice cold.

Her head thrashed, side to side. In her mind she saw Craig and smiled, her fingers feeling his warm back. Everyone else...Theo, Helen, Ray, Richie...saw the leathery form of...something. Towering over them. A cock stiff, just about human...though the
rest...

She screamed..."Craig..."

Even she, in the throes of her supernatural orgasm opened her eyes wide. Her hips bucked.

The cold stream of cum that entered her froze her mind. Her soul. Her back arched, helplessly; her eyes became snake like for a moment. She subsided to the floor. A hiss, a gasp escaped her.

She panted, her half reptile like state not noticing the nick on her wrist, the dribble of blood. The half of her brain that remained human heard Theo's voice, took the nib of the quill and dipped it in the blood. Her hand reached out. She signed.

Theo sighed deeply and rolled up the paper. He watched as she slumped next to him. "Next," he whispered into her ear, "Ray and Richie are going to fuck you. Who do you want up your ass?"