7:00 pm. The clock radio alarm goes off with a tirelessly, intrusive buzzing that pulls Eli out of his deep slumber. Instinctually, he balls his fist and slams it down on the screaming piece of equipment, silencing it for the moment. “You really shouldn’t hit the alarm so hard. You’re libel to break it, and then have to replace it.” Vera says.
Lifting his pillow, Eli opens one eye and is just able to make out his wife, setting a cup of coffee beside the battered alarm clock. She then, switches it from snooze to off, before turning on the bed-side lamp. Giving in to the inevitable, Eli sits up, tossing his pillow to the floor. After a deep stretch, and a feline-like yawn, he swings his legs to the floor, just as his wife nudges his slippers into place under his feet. Next, she spoons five teaspoons of sugar into his coffee and stirs it vigorously, before she hands him the cup. Taking it, Eli begins sipping it, as he watches his wife walk around the bed and pick up the pillow that he carelessly tossed aside. Placing it on the bed, Vera makes the return trip and walks into the master bathroom. Moments later, the tell-tale sound of the shower turning on, can be heard. After a minute, Vera emerges to see her husband standing naked next to his empty cup of coffee. “Your shower’s ready, honey. I’ll go downstairs and get your dinner.”
Without offering a reply, Eli passes his wife and enters the bathroom, as she exits. A half hour later, he exits the bathroom, and walks to the bed, where his work khakis, shirt, socks and underwear are laid out, perfectly ironed and waiting for him. Swiftly dressing, Eli grabs his shoes from up under the bed, pausing momentarily to finger the mustard stains on his shoe laces. Later downstairs, upon entering the kitchen, Vera places his plate down, between an expertly arranged place setting. Sitting down, Eli rubs his hands together, and licks his lips at the T-bone steak, baked potato and side salad.
“I wanted a New York Strip, Vera.” Eli says nonchalantly.
“There weren’t any at the store. I even asked the butcher. None had been delivered honey.” She explains while pouring his soda over ice.
“Get me a beer.” “You shouldn’t drink before going to the plant, honey. It’s dangerous.” “You don’t have a soda with steak. Get me a beer. It complements the beef.” Eli explains. “Yes, honey.”
Removing the soda, she goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a Budweisier, and sets it next to his plate. Cutting into the steak, Eli glances at his wife, and says, “My shoelaces are still dirty.” Facing him, Vera replies, “Oh, honey! I’m sorry. I… I forgot about them.” Looking at the time, she continues, “There is no way that I could get them clean, before you have to go.” Swallowing, Eli says, “What will everyone think? I mean, you’re supposed to be my wife. You’re supposed to take care of me. I take care of you. I don’t think that clean shoe laces is too much to ask for.” Eyes darting from side to side, she says, “You’re right honey. You do take care of me.” Walking to a nearby drawer, she opens it and begins riffling through it. After nearly a minute of frantic searching, she snatches out a pair of khaki colored shoelaces. With a quick sprint, she gets to the table and drops down to the floor, while Eli continues to eat his meal. By the time he has finished, Vera stands and her husband pushes away from the table and looks down at his shoes, with brand new laces. “That’s better. That’s worthy of us both.” Standing, he says, “What are you going to do tonight?” “I’m almost finished with that blanket that you wanted me to knit for your mother’s birthday. It’ll take me all night. But it’ll be beautiful. She’ll love it.” She says proudly. “Good. Make sure the house is clean when I get home.” “It will be, honey. Your lunch is by the door with the keys. I put the beer in a thermos, like you said.” She relays to him.
“Alright.” “Are you going to the track after work?” Vera asks. “Yeah. I blew half of the paycheck this afternoon on a goddamn glue factory. But I gotta lucky feeling about tomorrow. I’m gonna bring in a couple thousand. I just know it. Then I can get that new flat screen in time for the Super Bowl.” He boasts while hitching up his pants. Smiling, Vera says, “That’s great. I know you’re looking forward to that. Um, I wanted to start a new knitting project, when I finished your mother’s blanket. Can I get some new yarn tomorrow?” “New yarn? I saw the late notice on the light bill. Did you pay that?” “Yes, honey. I took care of that. And I can get discount yarn at the thrift shop.” Vera explains. “Ok. Get your yarn. As long as you keep up with the bills. When I get that new TV, I wanna make the basement my new rec room, so you’re gonna have to put all that yarn and sewing shit somewhere else. I’m gonna be late, if we keep gabbin’. I’m leaving. See ya tomorrow afternoon.” Eli concludes. After a slight pause, Vera steps to her husband and kisses him on the cheek. Wearing a pleased smile, he pats Vera on her bottom, grabs his keys and lunch, and leaves out of the front door.
12:30 am. A black Crown Victoria is parked in the very back of the water treatment plant’s expansive parking lot. The windows are heavily fogged and the entire vehicle is subtly rocking from side to side. Inside, in the back seat, Eli lies atop of a dark-haired woman, whose feet are locked behind his thighs and her nails are digging into the exposed flesh of his buttocks. Gripping the back of her thighs, he powerfully thrusts into her, causing her head to collide into the handle of the rear driver’s side door. With each passing moment, his grunts becoming raspier and more labored, until he penetrates her deeply, one final time, forcing her knees to fall towards her head, while his ass clenches from the intense release.
After taking a few moments to recover, Eli withdraws and falls back against the door, as the woman pulls herself into a sitting position. Lightly rubbing her right hand over her still exposed labia, she reaches toward the driver’s side head rest and grabs gelatinous wad that is stuck to it. After a brief stretch, the bright pink mound comes unglued and the woman stuffs it into her mouth, where she starts chewing it vigorously. “I need to get the taste of you outta my mouth. Why’d you fuck my pussy so hard?” The woman asks. “You know I only have an hour for lunch. And I don’t need to be gentle with you. You like it rough.” Eli answers. “Where’s Denny?” “Oh, daddy’s home sick. He got stung by a bee and swole up. He took some Benadryl and he’s been sleeping all day. How else you think I could get the car and come over here?” She finishes while fishing her panties off of the floor. Opening up his lunch bag, Eli asks, “When did you get your license?” “A couple of days ago. So you don’t have to come to my house all the time. We can meet up out here. This was fun. What did your wife make you for lunch?” “The same thing; Chicken salad on rye.” Pulling out a sandwich bag, he tosses it at her. “Here, you can have the cookies.” Eli says.
1:35 am. Inside the employee locker room, Eli opens his locker and deposits the remainder of his lunch inside. With only moments before the restart of the night shift, most of his co-workers are finishing up their card games to the anti-melodic sound of toilets flushing in the men’s john. “Hey Eli? Ya seen Denny?” Randy asks, while exiting the toilet. “N—ah. Haven’t seen’im. He must be sick or something. You know he never misses a shift, or a trip to the track. I’m feeling lucky tonight.” “You’re lucky most every night. Sneakin’ outta here to see a sweet thing. Com’on, tell me who it is?” Randy asks. “No can do.” Eli boasts while hitching up his pants. Walking up close to Eli, Randy nearly whispers. “Hey, I got a bead on something good tonight. You in?” “Something better than the track?” Eli replies, mimicking the whisper. “You’ll have more fun, and lose far less money. You game?” “Hell yeah, Randy. Let’s do it.”
4:30 am. Turning off his car, Eli glances to his right, just in time to see Randy emerging from his own car. Peering through his windshield, he sees that they are in a dilapidated parking lot that should be vacant at any time of day, especially this time of night. There are several power poles, with no working lights attached to them; and instead of yellow lines outlining each parking space, a multitude of weeds has taken over the job. Getting out of his car, Eli mechanically sets the alarm, but feels slightly more at ease, since he and Randy are not the only ones risking their vehicles in this abandoned lot. “So where are we going? Is it a strip joint?” Eli asks Randy, who appears to be nearly giddy. “No, this is better than any skanky strip tease.” He answers. “Well, what the fuck is it?” Eli probes. “It’s hard to explain. Ya just gotta see it.”
After checking his watch, he motions for Eli to follow him, as he begins to quickly work his way past other parked cars. When they reach the street, Eli realizes that there are in a loose group with about 10 other men. “Hey, Randy? Are we all going to the same place?” Eli questions, slightly uneasily. “Yeah, man. Hey you got c-note?” “A c-note? What for?” “That’s the price of admission. Don’t bitch man, you dropped a K at the track yesterday. Just have it ready.” “Alright, alright.” Eli says, surrendering to his own curiosity.
For the next five minutes, he and Randy walk in silence, with only his heartbeat and the sounds of rock skittering across the ground as the group of men make their way down the street. Soon, as if following a collective compass, the group makes a hard left and begins to descend down a darkened passageway that Eli can only assume is a stairwell. Once at the bottom, they approach a heavy door with an even heavier man standing in front of it. Having to look up nearly seven inches to meet his eyes, Eli hitches up his pants and throws his shoulders back, as he retrieves the hundred dollars from his wallet. Once every man has his cash in hand, the heavy door opens with a slight creek and each man enters, making sure to hand the money off to the lummox by the door.
Closely following Randy, Eli attempts to relax, despite the fact that his heart is pounding rapidly in his chest. With no knowledge of what is to come, the sudden change from pitch blackness to candle light is slightly unsettling. He falls in line beside his escort, as all of the men line up against a large set of cast iron bars. They are identical to prison bars, except there seems to be no entrance or exit. Settling into a spot beside Randy, Eli folds his arms, and plasters an expression of disinterest on his face, while he surveys the layout. On the other side of the bars, there are at least four candelabras, holding four candles each, all fully lit. The air is heavily scented with an aroma that reminds him of chocolate and sex. With the familiar sensations of arousal settling in his lower abdomen, Eli cannot help but notice that the men surrounding him have not made a sound since they all entered. Glancing at some of the faces, he can see the look of desire and expectation that he can only imagine now resides on his face as well. The far walls are draped with soft lavender fabric that seems to begin at the center of the ceiling, and weaves in arcs across the ceiling until they reach the four corners of the room. From the center of the wall, a king-sized bed covered in white satin and purple throw pillows, juts out towards them. On a shelf above the bed, Eli notices not only different bottles of lubricant, but there are at least six different vibrating sexual aids, varying in size and shape. Hearing a heavy thud, Eli whispers, “What the hell is going on?” “Shut the fuck up.” Randy quickly snaps. “It’s starting.”
A moment later soft music begins to play seemingly coming from all around them. Hearing a man behind him suck in his breath, Eli’s eyes are lured to the far right corner of the room, as someone emerges from the shadows. They are covered from head to toe in a hooded satin robe that drags on the floor. Stepping to the rhythm of the music, the hooded figure slowly begins to sway their hips, while untying the front of the robe. When the sash is dropped to the floor, the robe teasingly falls open revealing a sand-colored abdomen and very low cut white panties. In one swift motion, she pulls back the hood, but her eyes are covered in a mask, as if she were attending a masquerade ball. Then she slips the loose garment off of her shoulders, allowing it to cascade to the floor. Hearing mild groans from all around him, Eli has to shift his stance, as his eyes fall on her large round breasts. There are large hoop piercings through each of her nipples, which are round and inviting. The white panties cling to a pair of wide hips that are connected to a pair of creamy thighs that are pressed firmly together. There is no space between her legs and the soft mound of her pubis seems to barely be contained by the thin material.
Compared to the snack that Eli had enjoyed earlier in the back of his Crown Victoria, this woman was a four course meal. The power of his mounting arousal was virtually painful, compelling him to unfold his arms involuntarily and grip the cast iron bars, as though he might pull them apart. Smoothly, she licks her plush, gloss covered lips and smiles at the gathering. “Good evening, gentleman. I am happy to have you join me.” Her voice is deep. Maturity seems to swim from her lips, like a whale diving into deep water, pulling you under. “There are more of you tonight. It looks like I am growing in popularity. I am pleased that you all think so much of me. I thank you for you patronage. Some of you are new, but you will get the feel of the experience. Last session, one of you requested that I wear white panties. Which one you requested that?”
Seeing movement beside him, Eli looks beside him and sees that Randy has raised his hand. Slowly, the mostly-nude woman crosses her enclosure and stops directly in front of them. The heat generated by her short journey towards them sets Eli’s groin ablaze, with his only thought being of plunging deep inside her body. Licking her lips, she places her left hand on her hip and uses the right one to gently caress the thin material covering her pelvis. “What’s your name?” She asks. “Randy.” He is just barely able to croak out. “Randy. Is this what you want to see Randy?” She asks him. “Yes.” “I fulfilled your request from last session. So, you know what that means don’t you, Randy?” Sucking his teeth, he eagerly answers, “Oh-yeah.” Raising her voice, the woman says, “Lead him inside.” Watching Randy take a step back, Eli sees the lummox from the door, place a hand on his co-worker’s shoulder and push him through the crowd, where they both disappear into the dark. A low murmur begins to spread among them until Randy suddenly appears looking bewildered inside the woman’s enclosure. “Welcome Randy.” Patting the corner of the bed, she says, “Sit down right here.” Chewing on his lip, Randy obeys, having to adjust his genitals before taking his seat. Taking a stance in front of him, the woman begins to rub her finger over the silky white panties, watching his eyes settle on her crotch. “Touch me Randy.” Obeying her, Randy reaches out, inverts his hand and gently touches the fabric of her panties. Parting her legs, she takes hold of his wrist and pushes it between her thighs until he is cupping her labia completely. “Do you like that? Do you feel the heat?” Randy does not answer. Instead, he begins to massage the thick area, compelling the woman to grind her crotch into his hand. “The rules are… The chosen only indulge in one act. You must decide what the act will be. Decide quickly.” She demands. Quickly, Randy begins to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. In a blink, he is lying back with his erection exposed for the audience to see. “I want inside those white panties.” Randy stammers.
Stepping back, the woman hooks her fingers into the thin strap of her panties and slides them over her hips and down her thighs. After discarding them, she straddles Randy, slowly climbing up his body, and dipping her hips, as she reaches the shaft of his exposed erection. Next, she grips it strongly, gaining a groan from her guest. Raising her hips, she positions his penis for penetration; and as if on cue, all of the men swiftly move to a better vantage point, just as she sinks down over his erection. The two groan in unison. Everyone in the group stares at the pair with mouths agape. Some have pressed their bodies flush against the bars, wishing to phase through the iron in order to get closer. Others grip their erections through their pants, stroking subtly, as to not draw attention to their masturbation. When she moves her vagina up and down over his shaft, they all can see the glossiness of her secretions on his skin. With her sexual ministrations increasing in vigor, they all can hear the juicy result of their coupling.
With all of the men staring at the scene, as if they are trapped behind the bars, Eli grunts inwardly, as sweat begins to seep from between his fingers and the iron bars. Envy is oozing from his pores and rolling over him in waves, as she reaches behind her and palms each cheek of her ass, spreading it, so that she can plunge even further onto Randy’s erection. Following this adjustment, Randy involuntarily grips the seductress’ hips, with eyes wide, as she incrementally increases her pace. With her own eyes beginning to flutter behind their lids, her lips slowly part and saliva trickles from the corner of her mouth and run down her chin. “I can feel it Randy. You are near. Don’t hold back. Give it all to me.” She relays with only a hint of urgency.
Despite his desire to prolong this fantasy encounter, Randy can feel his control dissipate. When the first pelvic contraction jettisons his ejaculate into her still working vagina, she cries out in ecstasy, with her entire body becoming still and rigid, while only her hips and ass move in a jerking upward motion. Each powerful contraction of her gluts, forces Randy to release a guttural yelp, as his back arches strongly, bowing his body and raising him up off of the bed. After many excruciating seconds, he collapses onto the bed, inhaling giant gulps of air, as though he had been held underwater. Wearing a pleased and caring expression, the woman’s entire body relaxes, as she reaches up and gently caresses Randy’s bewildered face. “My experienced viewers now realize that tonight’s festivities are at an end. So now I will take requests. What would you like to see tomorrow night?” She asks casually. Immediately, she in bombarded by an avalanche of erotic requests, but suddenly an exaggerated baritone strikes her ear. “I want you chained and spread eagle for my pleasure.” Eli says much deeper than those around. Smiling, the woman says, “I have chosen the request. And tomorrow it will be fulfilled. Thank you for your patronage.” At that moment a large black curtain lowers, symbolizing the end of the performance, followed by the sound of a heavy metal door scraping the floor, compelling all of the men to exit the room in single file. Aside from the shuffling of feet, there is no sound, other than aroused silence, which covers them like a shroud and ushers them into the stillness of night. When Eli reaches his car, he gets in and stares through the windshield at nothing for a long time. With his prolonged erection, he grimaces, as he unzips his pants, creating some additional space. “I know she heard me. I’ll be front and center tomorrow.” He says aloud to no one.
5:30am When Randy opens his eyes, he realizes that all of the spectators are no longer present, but the performer is still planted firmly on his cock, which is still erect, much to his dismay. “I didn’t know the show went one even after everyone leaves.” Randy says excitedly. “Oh yes. The chosen are pleasured for the remainder of the night.” The mystery woman explains. “Oh I… I-uh… I can’t stay all night. Maybe a few more hours, but I need to get home.” Randy says. “But why Randy? You’re the special one for today. Aren’t you enjoying being inside me, Randy?” “Oh fuck yeah. I have had a lot of pussy, but I think yours has got to be the best.” “So why not stay? Does it have something to do with that little gold ring on your left hand?” The exhibitionist inquires. Smiling a little, Randy rubs the gold wedding band involuntarily. “Yeah, I’m married.” “Does she know that you are unfaithful?” “Yes. She hates it, but she can’t do anything about it.” Randy confesses. “Why? Why don’t you have sex with your wife?” She asks. “She can’t anymore. It hurts her too much. She had too many children and now her pelvic floor is damaged.” He explains. “You must have a number of children.” She says. “Seven. See I don’t believe in birth control. My soldiers need to swim to their targeted destination. The seventh almost killed her and now she’s in constant pain. I told her. All that is too bad, but I need to get some pussy regular. So if she can’t do it, I can find some bitches that can.” Slowly, she undulates her hips, moving her tightness over his erection, once again. Gripping her thighs, Randy begins to move contrary to her movements for deeper penetration. “You’re gonna hafta let me get this every day.” Randy croaks out between moans. “You’re just my type Randy. I’ll give you all that you can take and more.” Leaning over, she grips Randy’s shoulders strongly, and begins to pop her hips quickly and forcefully. The sound of her pelvis smacking against his slightly echoes in the semi-empty room. From behind, her vaginal juices slosh and splash all over the legs of his pants. Randy tries to keep up with her pace, but as the pleasure quickly builds, he is only able to lie beneath her and hold on tight. With her hips now a blur, she let’s go of him, but still maintains the horizontal posture of her upper body over his. Then she grabs the hoop piercings through her nipples and pulls strongly. Soon her eyes roll back into her head so that only the sclera can be seen, and her vagina clamps down around his erection with vice-like tightness, causing Randy to scream rather than moan. When he ejaculates, his back arcs up off of the bed, once again, and only seems to bow his body further and further skyward. With the extreme pleasure transforming into searing pain, Randy screams, as he begins to pummel her about the head and neck, but to no avail. The semen continues to flow, increasing 10 fold as her orgasm takes hold. With her lower body moving separately from her upper body, her hips appear to vibrate, as Randy’s face begins to be drained of color. He fastens his hands around her throat, and tries to squeeze, but his hands swiftly grow weak, as the skin of his arms shrivels, revealing prominent veins and cords of muscle. Although his robust chest and broad shoulders had once filled the blue work shirt near to bursting, it now lays saggy and unshapely against his concave chest cavity. Gasping for breath, Randy’s cheeks wither and his lips parch, as the boney shape of his skull grows more and more visible. With his body bowed into a near perfect U, his eyes roll back into their orbits and his spine breaks with a sickly audible snap. When his body collapses, you can hear hollow bones clanking against each other. A light dust rises from his lifeless body, as the mystery woman becomes still and casually rises to her feet. She has bruises all over her face and very visible hand prints around her throat. Rubbing her lower abdomen, the woman moans in ecstasy, as a flushed glow spreads from her pelvis and radiates outward through her entire body. When it reaches her neck and face, the bruises immediately fade; and the skin around her mouth and eyes tightens, revealing a youth only witnessed those few years after puberty. In one motion, she removes the mask and steps down to the floor to be greeted by the lummox, who was manning the door. “You look exquisite mistress.” He laments. “Thank you. My reservoirs are almost full. We are nearly complete.” “Will tomorrow be the last day, mistress?” The lummox asks. “Yes.” She says, as she rubs her taut, nearly glowing skin. “After tomorrow, I should have enough to last at least 50 years.”
11:30 am. The front door opens and Eli comes stumbling into the house, knocking over the coat rack as he enters. Hearing the commotion, Vera quickly meets him in the foyer, holding a beer in her hand. “Good morning, Eli. How was work?” Vera asks with a guarded smile. Snatching the beer from her, Eli guzzles it in nearly one gulp, not missing a single drop. “My cell phone is off.” Eli mumbles, while leering at her through nearly closed eyelids. “It is. I… I thought I had more time. After paying the electric bill and buying groceries, there wasn’t anything left. They said they wouldn’t turn it off until next week. I… I’m sorry, Eli.” She speedily finishes. Unbuckling his belt, Eli says, “Sorry? Were you sorry when you asked me for that fucking yarn? All of that shit you buy, you should make more money when you sell that bullshit.” Taking a step back, Vera says, “I did what I could with what you gave me, Eli. If you didn’t lose so much mon…” Her words quickly trail off, as Eli quickly yanks his belt from the belt loops, causing it to strike the wall to his right. “If I didn’t lose?? Is that whatcha say? I spend my money how the fuck I want to! It’s your job to run my house. And when something gets turned off, it’s your goddamn fault. Ya understand, bitch?!” Eli yells. Without waiting for a reply from his cowering wife, Eli lashes out with the belt and strikes Vera across the face, sending her flailing backward to the floor, with a scream. With her top lip split open and oozing blood, Vera tries to escape scooting backward across the floor on her back and elbows. Staring down at her with vacant eyes, he slowly stalks Vera while wrapping the belt tightly around his right hand. When the misused accessory is wrapped completely and pulled tight, Vera turns over and tries to scramble to her feet, but Eli strikes her squarely in the spine, causing her to fall forward onto her face, locked in a silent scream. As she begins to crawl, Eli mounts her, while grabbing a handful of her hair and yanks her head back. Taking a moment to study his target, he punches his squirming wife in those nose and mouth repeatedly. When streams of blood begin to flow from both orifices, he drops her to the floor, grabs the hem of her house dress and yanks it up above her waist. Shaking the belt off of his hand, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, freeing his erect cock. Grabbing her panties with one hand, he snatches them off of her body with one clean jerk. “You can’t pay a fucking bill; at least you can be good for this.” Eli remarks.
As Vera begins to softly weep, Eli grabs her hips and pulls her to her knees. Parting her legs with his own, he rubs some saliva on the head of his erection and begins jabbing forcefully at her vaginal lips until he forces his way through, with an audible grunt. Recklessly, he plows into his subservient wife, who winces strongly with each thrust. “Dis the only time you’re ever any good. Only time you’re tight. You had a cunt worth a damn, I wouldn’t need to fuck Denny’s ditzy ass daughter. Pussy’s only good after I hafta whoop your ass. Ye—ah, the only time this old ass pussy feels good n’ new. Ye—ah.” Pushing Vera to the floor, he continues to jab into her mostly dry vagina, until he grunts primitively, dispelling the culmination of this violation deep inside her. After a taking a few moments to recover, Eli unceremoniously withdraws and gets shakily to his feet. Stumbling a few steps back, he places a hand to his stomach, leans over to his right side and vomits on the floor, near his wife’s feet. With the rancid smell of bile and old liquor enveloping them both, Eli wipes his mouth and pulls up his pants. “Clean this shit up.” Eli commands as he leaves her on the floor alone. After several moments of silence, Vera can hear him stumbling up the stairs. Next, she can hear the creek of the bedroom door, followed by it being slammed. Lastly, she hears the recoil of the mattress, as Eli collapses onto the bed. With her weeping at an end, Vera gets effortlessly to her feet. Pushing her hair out of her face, she wipes her bleeding nose and mouth with the back of her hand, and after staring at the smear of blood left there, she licks it clean. Suddenly, the reddened, bruised skin around her nose and cheek return to their normal healthy complexion. The lacerations of her nose and lips seal up and vanish as well. Unbuttoning the front of the frumpy over-sized house dress, Vera steps out of it and drops it on the puddle of vomit on the floor. With a slight smirk on her face, she gets to her knees and begins wiping up the waste, as the hooped piercing in her nipples, glisten in the late morning sun.
7:00pm. When the alarm clock goes off at seven, the evening commences as usual, with Eli silencing the alarm with his fist, just as Vera puts his coffee down on the night stand. Slowly sitting up, he leers at his wife, who shuffles about the room with her head down, picking up his discarded pillow, as she progresses to the bathroom. When his mug is empty, Eli enters the bathroom to take his already prepared shower, shooting a glance at Vera, who stands in the rear of the room with her head lowered. Once clean, he emerges from the bathroom to a freshly cleaned and pressed uniform, with a pair of immaculate boots and a brand new pair of laces.
Walking into the kitchen, Eli finds a plate filled with three barbecue pork chops, a pile of steak fries and a heaping of macaroni and cheese. Each portion is piping hot with steam rising into the room’s atmosphere. Taking his seat, he has to choose between a soda and beer for his beverage, which brings a smile to his lips, despite his sour demeanor. Glancing around the room, he notices that his wife is nowhere to be found, while sipping his beer and stuffing a fry into his mouth.
With the meal complete, he grabs his lunch bag and strolls to the door, where his wife is standing, holding his car keys and work identification badge. Looking at the top of her head, he takes his items and sucks his teeth. “If you behave like this all the time, we wouldn’t have problems. Remember that.” Eli says coldly. “I will. Vera says softly.
After he leaves, Vera remains in the same spot until she can hear the car speed off down the street. Flipping her hair back, Vera stares at the closed front door with a smirk on her lips. Unfastening her house coat, she strides naked through the living room and into the kitchen, where she retrieves several bottles of wine from the refrigerator. Next, she walks to a dark doorway in the back of the kitchen, which leads to the basement door. Opening it, she descends a dim staircase, leading to the iron bar clad bedroom that is once again lit by a multitude of candles. Meeting her half way, the lummox smiles, as he gently takes the wine from her. “You look even more beautiful than you did last night, mistress. Is today the day?” The lummox asks humbly. “Is everything prepared?” She asks. “Yes, mistress. Come. Your bath has been drawn. You must be exquisite for this last night.”
12:55am. Eli walks to his locker and places his lunch bag inside, while glancing around the locker room for Randy, but he is nowhere in sight. “Hey! Has anybody seen Randy?” Eli asks to no one in particular. “No.” Someone calls out. “Didn’t even call in. He’s got one more night of that and that’s it.” “Pussy must be better than it looked.” Eli mumbles to himself. “I’ll find out soon. That’s for damn sure.”
4:30am Once again, Eli finds himself standing in line with several other men, waiting for the Lummox to open the massive door. He glances around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Randy, but after just a few seconds, he gives up and continues to stare straight ahead along with everyone else. The temperature this early morning is low, and he can see his own breathe dissipating before him, but he cannot feel a bit of the cold. His stomach is topsy-turvy with butterflies and he is finding it increasingly more difficult to keep still. When the first bead of runs down the side of his brow, the heavy iron door slowly opens and he can just barely see the dim candlelight within. As each man files into the open door, Eli nervously clenches his hand around the one hundred dollar bill that he has ready. When he reaches the lummox, he takes Eli’s money and quietly whisper to him. “Once inside, step to the right and wait for me to fetch you.” Smiling despite his deep desire to look unaffected, Eli follows his given instructions, and waits while all of the other unlucky spectators take their positions in front of the iron bars. The candlelight can be seen but the bed and the surrounding area is still concealed by the black curtain that ended the performance the night before. It looked strangely like a continuation of the previous evening’s activities. Eli half expects for the curtain to lift and for Randy to still be lying in the same spot on the silken bed, with the mystery seductress still planted on his cock. As the last man files past him, a heavy metallic thud thunders behind him, forcing his heart to quicken its pace. But when the weighty, hot hand of the lummox drops onto his shoulder, Eli visibly jumps several inches off of the floor. Gripping him strongly, the lummox pushes him forward until they come to their own black curtain. When the large handed man releases him, he is deeply relieved, but still reluctant, since he cannot see anything in front of him. Just then, the same soft music from the previous night begins to play and Eli can suddenly hear the sound of 20 eager men all gasping at once. “Welcome. I am glad that you are all here to join me once again. I am most appreciative of your patronage. I can hear that you all are a little stunned. We are starting off a little differently tonight. As usual, a request was made last night, and that is why I am here as I am. The requestor is not among you, but waiting to join me. So, why not join me now?”
Suddenly, the heavy hand is back on Eli’s shoulder, strongly pushing him through the black curtain. When he emerges, he can see that the entire room is lit like before and all of the spectators are in the same place. The only difference is that the mystery woman is lying on the silken bed, completely naked except for the mask over her eyes. Her wrists are chained to the head board of the bed, and her legs are parted, with long, satin purple sashes tied from her ankles to bed posts. “What is your name?” “Eli.” “You asserted yourself last night while making your request. I heard you above all others.” “I hoped that you would.” “Is this what you wanted, Eli?” “Fuck, yes.” “Then come to me.” She beckons. “Come and fulfill your desires.
Ignoring the envious groans of the spectators, Eli moves towards the bed, while unfastening his belt. After unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, he pulls out his erection, gripping it strongly, as he climbs up onto the bed. Once between her legs, he grips each of them behind the knees and spreads them fully, while looking down at her well groomed labia. Licking his lips, he grabs his cock, lowers down and steadily enters her. With each progressive inch, the exhibitionist groans, as if partaking in the most sinful dessert. Licking her glossy-coated lips, she slowly raises her hips to meet the pelvic advances of her temporary lover. Just before his erection vanishes inside her completely, he forcefully jams it into her cervix, gaining an audible yelp and grimace from the seductress beneath him. “Is that why you wanted me this way, Eli, to hurt me?” She asks softly. “I think you are too used to be being in control. I’m gonna give ya some cock the way a bitch is supposed to take it.”
Without waiting for a response from his host, Eli begins to aggressively thrust into her, gaining a restrained grunt with each movement. She attempts to straighten her legs and twist away, but this only riles him, driving him to use even more force. With the tone of the atmosphere changing, the spectators continue to watch with their jaws agape. Even when the lummox offers each of them a glass of wine; they accept them mechanically and gulp them down, without taking a moment to glance at what they had consumed. Within a few minutes the spastic rhythm of release takes over Eli, he grunts through his ejaculation, while grinding his still throbbing erection deep inside her. Looking down at her with an expression of satisfaction and contempt, Eli can see the remnants of tears at the bottom of her mask. Sneering, he firmly grips her around the neck with both hands and begins to recklessly thrusting into her again. Grabbing his wrists, the mystery woman begins to gasp for air and violently kick her feet; when a sound resembling heavy sacks dropping all at once seems to rise up behind him. Pausing, Eli looks over his shoulder and can see that every single man, who was witnessing this performance, is lying, seemingly unconscious on the floor; awkwardly clustered at the iron bars.
Suddenly, he can hear an all too familiar voice coming from the lips of the mystery woman. “It’s just you and me now.” Looking down at her, he loosens his grip on her throat, takes a hold of the mask and snatches it off his host’s face, revealing the youthful and unmarred face of his obedient wife, Vera. “Ve-Vera?” Eli stammers in disbelief. “Welcome home, Eli.” Before Eli can move an inch, he is quickly snatched into a full nelson submission maneuver. Glancing quickly to the left and right, he cannot see who is holding him, but can only assume that it is the lummox, who man-handled him earlier. He tries to wiggle and strain to free himself, but the big man’s hold on him is unrelenting. “What the fuck is going on, you bitch?” Eli spits at her. Sitting up, Vera easily pulls the shackles free from the headboard with a piercing snap. After yanking each cuff from her wrists, she rubs each of them comfortingly, before leaning forward and untying each of her ankles. “You know, you are the sorriest sort of man. You could not even be civil when a woman is giving you exactly what you requested.” “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking too?” Eli yells enraged.
He tries to lunge at her forgetting that he is securely bound; but when the lummox seizes up on his arms sending hot tendrils of pain through each shoulder, Eli quickly deflates. “This… This is what you’ve been doing with my new rec room?” Eli asks weakly. “No. This is what I have been doing with my basement. I hope you do not think that your job kept this home afloat all of these years. With your incessant gambling, you never brought home more than a couple a hundred a week. But living in delusion is easy for the weak of heart.” Vera says while climbing off of the bed. Once the identified seductress is out of the way, the lummox slams Eli onto his back on the bed, and fastens a new set of shackles to each of his wrists, leaving his legs unbound. Taking his leave, Vera moves to the foot of the bed, where she stands fully naked before him. Despite his imprisonment, he stares at her with a mix of lust and disgust. Angry eyes leer at her, as his erection resurges. “I chose you well.” Vera says plainly. “Chose me? I saved you from being a lonely old bitch. You need me to take care of you.” Eli boasts arrogantly. “But you are so wrong. I could feel you coming before you ever laid eyes on me. I could feel your weakness. Your feebleness. Your desire to feel joy at the expense of others. Your need to abuse because… I don’t know… because maybe your father or mother neglected you, abused you or even better, loved you as well as you loved me. You see my kind needs that.” “What do you mean your kind? Lying cunts? Is that the kind you mean?” Eli asks. “No Eli.” She answers with a sigh. “Don’t you like how I look? My soft, smooth, taut skin. This luscious, curvaceous body. I can see you still desire it. I must admit, I would not have this if not for you. When you met me, I was aged and a little tired. My reserves were nearly spent and I was looking for a new reservoir and you were perfect. You see, Eli, I feed off of wretched souls full of negative emotions. And you are a perfect vessel for both. I have not found a reservoir as vast as you in nearly two centuries. Every time, you hit me; every time you punished me for your short comings, or spoke ill toward me, it fueled me. It fed me. And these many years, Eli, you have fed me well. Lesser meals like Randy were good for a spiritual snack, but finally… Finally Eli, you will be my main course. I have never enjoyed you completely, less I would devour you too soon, and it would not last. But all these years of suffering under your boot… All of this accumulated needless wraith will provide me with a youthful appearance, far longer than any other lover that I have ever had and for that… I thank you.” Pulling strongly at the chains, with a slight quiver in his voice, Eli says, “You’re fucking crazy.” “You want to believe that, but you are actually frightened. It’s a trade-off. I suffer a few years of pain and indignity for decades of beauty and prosperity.” “What about them?” He says, motioning towards the unconscious men by the bars. “They don’t have enough venom to be palatable. They were horny and lonely. I have just put them out of the misery. No more spectators, no need. You are the last.” She finishes.
With his eyes darting quickly around the room searching for an escape, Vera mounts the foot of the bed and starts slowly climbing up Eli’s body. Despite his fear, his erection does not diminish, and before he can twist his body to evade her, he can feel her internal warmth enshrouding him. “You were never this good in bed.” Eli groans. “You didn’t deserve it. But I was good enough for you to marry and that’s all I needed. Just relax Eli; you’re my husband, let me please you one last time.”
As Eli resumes his futile struggle to free himself, Vera delicately runs her hands over the work shirt that she has washed and pressed so many times. Almost lovingly, she gently runs her fingertip over each translucent button, just before grabbing it firmly and snatching it off. Within a minute, each button has been cast aside and the shirt falls open soundlessly, exposing Eli’s bare chest, which is rising and falling rapidly. With his eyes darting from left to right, he sucks in his breathe as Vera lays her hands lightly upon his chest. Expecting excruciating pain, Eli involuntarily flinches, but slowly calms, when no attack ensues. Taking a deep breath of her own, she begins to slowly roll her hips backward, stroking his erection and gripping him firmly with her interior, whenever their bodies meet. With the tension in his bound arms ebbing away, Vera softly begins to moan, as a very palpable heat begins radiating from her and washing over him in waves. “If you had been this good of a lay all of these years, I coulda been nicer to you.” Eli confesses between breathes. “No, you couldn’t Eli. You’ll lie to yourself. You’ll lie to me. But I can feel the truth. It’s right under the surface.”
Almost immediately, Eli can feel a tightness seizing around his chest, stealing his breathe from him. Eyes beginning to bulge, the tension returns to his entire body, defining each muscular cord. “V-vera… My heart… I …” Moving over him more vigorously, Vera answers, “Yes, Eli. Yes. Your heart. That has always been your problem. It’s the darkest part of you. And it’s the part I’m going to take.” With the organ in question becoming tachycardic, Eli pulls violently at the chain, using all of his energy to resist and scream in protest, but he is unable to find his voice. Placing both hands on either side of his face, she grips him painfully, and rocks back and forth riding him forcefully, as his convulsion sends jolt of pleasure spreading through her pelvis. Leaning over him, she stares deep into his eyes, and captures his taught and trembling lips in a kiss. The pleasure drawn from the softness of her lips supersedes the silky warmth he feels inside her and despite his fear; he returns the kiss, just as the seed of regret begins to take root. Just as wispy wishes of wanting to wrap his arms around her dance around the edges of his consciousness, the pain he had feared takes hold of him, and he begins to scream into the open mouth of his life draining spouse. With ejaculation imminent, Eli begins to blubber incoherently and instead of life producing semen flowing into her womb, his body begins to expel its own life force, through his arteries, out of his lungs and into her waiting gaping maw. The deep pelvic spasms that would normally propel ejaculate now propel a sickly green mist, both viscous and ethereal, into the body of his wife, giving Eli the most powerful and most finite orgasm of his shortened life.
Even though his screams had ceased, and his eyes were fixed and dilated, Eli’s body continues to convulse, because of Vera‘s fiercely working gluteus sucking every last sign of life from his withering body. By the time every synapse had dispersed and every ounce of hydration dissipated, all that is left of Eli is a mummified husk, with his once prominent erection having desiccated and withdrawn from Vera all on its own.
In one swift motion, Vera sits up and dismounts from her dead husband, landing on her feet with a light thud. Ignoring the corpse on the bed, she begins examining the skin of her hands and arms. She pinches the top layer of skin, watching as it snaps back completely. She presses the finger pads of her index finger and thumb together, smiling as the capillaries refill so quickly that it is nearly undetectable. Walking to a mirror, she looks closely at her naked body, front, side and rear. Her body has no blemishes, no scars and no cellulite. Every line of her body is smooth, firm enough to portray youth, yet soft enough to inspire lust. Satisfied with the results, she turns around just in time for the lummox to enter carrying a glass of wine. “All is complete, my lady?” The lummox asks her. “Yes, all is complete.” She answers. “The young wench is approaching.” The lummox relays.
Before Vera can respond, a young dark haired girl walks in, obnoxiously chewing a wad of pink bubble gum and carrying a cloth sack in her hand. “Would you please get rid of the gum.” Vera demands. Spitting it out and sticking it behind her ear, the girl apologizes. “I’m sorry ma’am. I retrieved all of the wallets as you instructed. Oh My God, look at you! You look so young! Is that what you were talking about? Is that what you can do?” “Yes, child. It is. And God had nothing to do with this. Give him the identification and you can keep all the money they carried.” “What are we gonna do with all of the bodies?” The young girl asks. “They will burn with the house. Anyone who lives here will be drenched in Eli’s evil deeds. Better to scorch the earth and allow someone else to begin fresh and new.” Vera explains. With a genuine smile, Vera walks over to the young girl. She reaches behind her ear and removes the gum that was stuck there and hands it to the lummox, just before brushing loose strand of hair behind the same ear. “In this world dear child, fresh and new is what’s important. Haven’t you come to learn that?” Vera asks her. Nodding she says, “Yes … That is why my father started molesting me. He said I was young and tight; so different than my mother before she died. And Eli would say things like that. He’d say I was stupid, but that made my young pussy willing.” “You only gain anything in this world if you are young, taut, fresh and new, with the brains and deceit to back it up. Would it not be better to be the one taking from others rather than the one being taken?” Vera asks her. Looking down at the wad of money that she has been gripping tightly, she quickly stuffs it into her shallow pocket, while reaching into her back pocket, pulling out a pack of bright pink bubble gum. At the same time, the lummox hands Vera a glass that is only a quarter filled with fragrant red wine. Next, the obedient servant hands her a large, yet ornate pearl handled knife. Quickly, she slices herself across the wrist of the hand holding the glass, and before a single drop of blood can drip, she positions her open vein over the stemware and the dark crimson liquid begins to drain into it, doubling its volume. Relinquishing the knife, Vera runs her tongue across the wound, causing it to seal up and mend, as if her skin had never been pieced. Swirling the wine glass and peering into the young girl’s astonished eyes, she extends the delicate glassware towards the young girl. “It is time to leave all exploitation behind.” Vera proposes. With little hesitation, the dark haired girl throws her pack of gum to the floor and snatches the wine glass from her new mentor, chugging its contents. Once empty, she hands it back and strongly hiccups, before her knees buckle and her body cascades to the floor like a satin sheet. Smiling down at the unconscious young girl, Vera tosses the glass over her shoulder, where it shatters against the headboard, showering shards of sparkling crystal over the dearly departed Eli. After strewning the empty wallets back over the dead men behind the bars, the lummox lifts Vera’s unconscious ward into his arms and exits through the darkened doorway. Outside, on the deserted, dilapidated street, the young girl slowly awakens, lying on the back seat of a car. She can feel the smooth, warm interior underneath her rear, and speedily realizes that her clothing has been removed. Looking down at herself, she notices that even though she is naked, she does not feel as if she has been pawed at; and there is no pain or bruising as evidence of an unconscious violation. On the contrary, she feels strong and more at ease in her own skin. She cups her breasts, that are a full cup size larger than they were before, and her feet no longer stand out like boats at the ends of her legs. Looking out of the heavily tented window, she can see Vera standing outside of the car, draped in a cloak and smoking a cigar. The house that Vera had called home is a blaze, with flames reaching high into the night sky. Opening the car door, the young girl steps out, joining Vera in her quiet contemplation. “The cops’ll be here soon.” She remarks quietly. “We have time. Time enough for you to say a final goodbye.” Vera replies. As if by magic, the lummox is standing before her, holding a mummified carcass in his arms. Staring at the sunken, drawn face, she tilts her head to the side, much like a confused puppy. “Even after all this time, I thought some feeling of remorse or regret would be here. But it’s not. I can’t even fake it. Goodbye, Denny. I am not your daughter anymore.” Receiving a nod from his mistress, the lummox turns towards the flaming house and launches the near weightless corpse at the porch, in an impressive show of strength. After that, he takes a cloak that was draped over his shoulder and wraps it around the newly developed young girl. Next, he opens the door to the rear of the car, and after flicking the cigar at the house, Vera steps inside, followed by her new companion. When the door closes, Vera says, “You must choose a new name for yourself, my child. You are nearly grown now.” After a few moments of thought, the young girl says, “Circe. My name will be Circe.” “How fitting, my child. How fitting.”