Future of Porn

Last November I wrote of the true events that befell my girlfriend and I the summer before we left for college, when I experienced my first real exhibitionist/voyeur scenario whilst babysitting.

Susy and I had one further encounter with young Heather a few weeks later and I’ll commit as many details to ‘paper’ here from memory as possible. It was a truly once in a lifetime fated encounter I look back on with wonder and delight.

Heather’s parents had taken a vacation along with their youngest daughter. With our family connections, they trusted Susy and I with house-sitting their expensive property for the final week of their fortnight holiday; this due to Heather being away also – a field trip with her old high school study group.

The house was quite grand, an L-shaped construction in a wealthy neigbourhood, with a spacious back yard which had an ornate little swimming pool tucked in one corner – positioned to get maximum sunlight and sheltered nicely by an arbour of strategically-placed trees; along with high fences they provided a great deal of privacy from neighbouring homes.

Susy and I enjoyed our stay, benefiting from terrific late-summer weather. We spent most days out by the pool and I was angling towards getting some al-fresco action. On our penultimate day I fingered her to orgasm through her bikini bottoms, while she blew me then wanked me off as we lay by the poolside.

My plans for our last day alone went well – a shopping trip followed by a couple of hours in a beer garden. Susy had enough alcohol in her to loosen up inhibitions; I could always tell as she would start to flick at her long blonde hair, twisting the end curls in her fingers and stroking her neck lightly as she spoke - an absent-minded erotic caress.

She also pushed those buoyant, full breasts of hers over the table at me, in full knowledge that the cleavage she was showing beneath her strappy little vest top was entrancing me and drawing plenty of admiring looks from the other drinkers. I was confident those 36cs would see the light of day in their entirety when I got her back to the pool.

So it was a bit of a dampener when voices from the backyard intruded on our giggling return to the house. I’d been warming Susy up nicely by reminding her of our sexy little adventure the day before and the stage was set for some full-on carnal pleasure.

So three screeching teens splashing in the pool was not what I really wanted hear.

Heather was back, early by a couple of days. She was in the pool with another two girls. One, Mandy, was an attractive, tanned little buxom blonde with a pearly-white smile whom I recognised from pictures of Heather’s eighteenth birthday party. She bounced around towards Susy and I as we approached, her big titties barely contained by the twin triangles of her small stripy bikini top. She was waist deep in the water at the shallower end, so I couldn’t tell if the bottom part of her costume was as skimpy. But she caught my gaze drifting nonetheless and shot me a devilish look. She was no shrinking violet, this one; a genuine little cock-teaser.

“Hi, Andy,” she said like she knew me, though in truth I might have only spoken to her once before in passing.

Heather was beside her wearing a white bikini which put me in mind of Ursula Andress in ‘Dr.No’. It was that 60s-style, but suited her curvy figure perfectly; like Betty page had auditioned for the part. Her long silken brunette mane was wet from the horseplay and she smiled up at me with those sparkling green eyes from a glistening wet face. The memories of our previous encounter shot a bolt of lightning through my groin.

Heather greeted us, explaining one of the teachers had taken ill and cut short the trip. They didn’t mind too much because the weather was so nice and Mandy had come to stay overnight.

The third girl was Heather’s next-door neighbour, a slim little brunette wearing a one-piece costume, deep blue with white trim. Sophie appeared the shyest of the three, slightly embarrassed at her appearance – I noted the dark material of her swimsuit moulded around her small boobs and her nipples poked out highly visibly. She was cute, kind of pixie-ish, had big doe eyes and a quaint shy smile framed by a bouncing brown bob which curled into the corners of her mouth.

When she said hi it was in a soft voice and she very deliberately moved into deeper waters to cover her perky nipples.

Heather added, “We’ve been having some cocktails. You won’t tell, will you? Course you won’t. . .You going to come join us? Get some sun?”

She said it all quite quickly which made me wonder about how many cocktails they’d had. But Susy was just as tipsy, and announced we’d be back in a few moments so Heather better get pouring.

We went back in to change. I was a bit put out that my plans for some open-air romping were scuppered but at least the bonus would be to lay around the poolside in the sun in the company of four young hotties.

I fought to keep my erection under control as Susy and I changed in the master bedroom. I dragged on my swim shorts, tucking the aforesaid weapon of crass destruction down tight against the built-in elastic. Watching my slim blonde girl with her fantastic statuesque tits, tight butt and neat bald, waxed pussy get naked as she climbed into her yellow two-piece set off a buzz in my groin and head which took some force of will to resist.

On return to the heat of the garden, Susy and I slumped down in two poolside loungers across from the three girls who were sat on the opposite edge sipping at elaborate cocktails. We had one each placed by the loungers.

I thanked Heather very much and enjoyed the relaxing experience of sipping her strong margaritas. In fact, I didn’t doubt that a few of those might take the edge off everything very nicely.

Susy and I had been indulging in some meaningless smalltalk with Sophie, about how nice the neighbourhood was, where she was planning to go to university, that sort of crap, when giggling from Heather and Mandy permeated the conversation.

The two of them had their heads together, much amused by something as they shot glances over at us. I could damn well guess, I thought, what was tickling them – our previous encounter with Heather which had gone unmentioned so far. We hadn’t seen Heather since the night in question and memories of her masturbation frenzy as she watched Susy and I screw certainly made me rather uncomfortable as I lay prone on the lounger. I rested my cocktail glass on my own cock which was threatening to tent my shorts. I wore a stupid wan grin and asked Heather to share the joke with us.

This prompted further hilarity, then Heather nudged Sophie and said, “Come on, Soph, you better tell Andy and Susy what’s so funny.”

Sophie, who hadn’t been part of their merriment until then, looked puzzled, then shocked, then downright mortified and blushed a beetroot red that even in the strong sunlight which enveloped the pool still made her cheeks glow like embers.

She looked from Heather and Mandy, over to us, hand covering her mouth. She hissed at Heather, “I can’t believe you.”

“Hey, you were so keen to tell us,” Heather said. “Don’t you think they should know?”

Mandy giggled gleefully. Susy and I exchanged puzzled glances. Obviously, she’d also been thinking the amusement was somehow centred around our adventure a month ago. This new turn of events was confusing. What did Sophie have to tell?

But Sophie was paralysed with embarrassment. Heather laughed, “Oh hell, If you won’t, I will…”

“Cat got her tongue?” I smiled, puzzled.

“Yep,” said Heather with a big dazzling grin, “And she saw you getting yours as well…”

Mandy burst into peals of laughter at her friends gall. Even Sophie couldn’t stop herself giggling, too.

“Oh, shit,” said Susy. “No way…”

I caught on. I raised my gaze from the girls, looking around the treetops. There, between high braches, you could make out an upstairs window of the neighbouring home. I estimated you had a line of sight straight to part of the poolside: The area where our loungers sat. Like they had yesterday. “Goddamn, Sophie, you saw us?…”

Heather yelped, “Too right, big boy! Best show she’s ever had. That’s right, isn’t it Soph?”

Susy hooted with outraged laughter. I was a mite embarrassed. I felt myself blush like Sophie, though I also felt my dick rise to the thought this cute teen hottie had watched as Susy sucked my cock then tossed me off right under Sophie’s gaze.

“You saw everything,” I asked, throat dry.

Sophie cast her eyes down to the crystal blue pool waters.

“She sure did, and got off on it…” declared Mandy with amusement. Sophie protested breathlessly. But Mandy was now focussed on Susy and I. “You two like to have fun when you’re babysitting, don’t you?”

Heather gasped aloud and looked at Mandy with mouth open in mock shock. I guessed then that Mandy knew all about our previous encounter.

Heather gave her a playful push and Mandy shook delightfully, those big firm boobs quivering. She spread her legs slightly, too, for balance as she sat on the pool’s edge and the bottom of her bikini was revealed. Like I’d imagined, no bigger than the triangles that covered her awesome tits. And it was drawn between her legs to form a tight camel-toe which hinted at a swell of big pussy lips.

“I think you mean house-stitting, like we’re doing now,” Susy replied.

“Babysitting again, as well,” Mandy shot back. “Got one bit of a baby here, anyways,” she added, rounding on Sophie.

Sophie told her to shut up. Mandy twisted her embarrassment by saying, “That was the first real cock Sophie’s seen, Andy…”

Heather shrieked, Susy giggled. Sophie looked apologetic. She wriggled uncomfortably. Her one-piece clung to her body, showing of a tight, toned figure with those small breasts straining against confinement.

“You want to see it again, Soph?” Heather asked, shooting a wicked glance over at me.

My heart leapt. Sophie squirmed. Then Susy stepped in to defend her. She put her drink down and sat forward in her lounger, pointing over at Heather and Mandy.

“You two are full of bull,” Susy smiled. “Using poor Sophie to try and get a look at Andy’s dick…”

“We were not!” Heather exclaimed with a laugh.

“Oh, so you were going to ask politely to see it again? Up close like before?”

Heather now looked a bit uncomfortable. Her bravado seemed to wane as memories of that night were raised. Susy smiled with satisfaction.

“And what if we do ask politely?” Mandy: feisty, cheeky.

But Susy was not to be messed with. “You want to see? Well, let’s see how brave you are then?”

Me, I was sat listening to these girls debate the possibilities of me getting my dick out. It was quite surreal in a good porno-watching kind of way; plenty of promise on the horizon but not quite sure exactly what was going to happen, though I certainty sensed something in the air. God bless Heather’s margaritas. I took a good look at her sitting there in her white classic cut bikini, watching her lithe legs slide against each other as she dabbled her feet nervously in the pool. She wore the same kind of expression that I’d first seen as she lurked in the shadows the night she caught me screwing Susy – one of anticipation and burgeoning excitement laced with fascination. Like me, she was awaiting the turn of events.

Mandy rose to the challenge. “How brave d’you want me to be?” she said to Susy, meeting her gaze defiantly.

I sensed a friction between the two which was only going to work out in fun for me, I reckoned.

Susy looked at me with her sweet eyes twinkling. She tossed her long blond locks then pointed back at Mandy. “Sophie saw us having some fun. So, if you think you’re brave then you won’t be bothered about sunning topless will you?”

I sat up. So did my cock. With a gulp I watched Mandy regard the other girls.

“You game?” she said to Heather.

“I wasn’t talking to them,” Susy snapped.

Mandy glowered at her. Then raised her chin and said, “Hell, if you can, I can.” With that she pulled those triangles of material away from her tits. They fell forward, but held out big and firm. Her nipples were jutting out as the air hit them, puckered up. She had big aureole topping those glistening tanned torpedo tits. As the sun hit them it was a sight to stir the dead. I mouthed a silent , ‘Wow…’

Heather yelped with hilarity and Sophie gasped her shock.

Mandy noted my reaction with a sly grin and made sure her bikini wasn’t going to slip back up. She cupped her tits gently with each hand and swayed side to side. “Like them? I’m quite proud of them…”

Susy looked at me with a satisfied grin. I laughed. “Well, they’re certainly noticeable, Mandy.”

“Mine aren’t that big,” said Heather, then to my further arousal, mimicked Mandy by pulling her top aside and revealing those fine curvy tits of hers. I had only glimpsed one in the gloom of the night previously but her they were in their glory, high and full with turgid light-brown nipples.

Susy gave them a clap. “Not bad, not bad,” she laughed.

Sophie was sitting there dumbstruck, no longer kicking her feet in the water. She was stock-still, amazed at her friends’ audacity.

Mandy called her out. “Hey, Soph, your turn!”

There was no way, she stated, but the girls hounded her. Susy closed the deal by claiming that Sophie had been quite happy to perv over us but wouldn’t join in the fun while she had a chance? And she had seen my dick but wouldn’t show me her tits?

It was with no little excitement poorly disguised, that Sophie bit her lip and slipped each arm gingerly out of her swimming costume. Carefully, she rolled the upped part down to her waist then leaned back shyly to reveal herself. She looked directly at me, a sure sign she was getting a kick. “They’re not that big, I’m afraid,” she said quietly, looking down over her tits. They were fine by me – little handfuls that swelled out in firm mounds from her slim frame, crowned by pink nipples. I was surprised by the size of those nips; her aureole were small in diameter but her actual nipples protruded a good half inch from what I could tell given the distance between us – about ten yards across the small pool.

Susy expressed her delight at the girls’ daring, then laughed as she pointed out to them, “I have to say – I didn’t actually get my top off. Did I, Sophie, if you remember?…”

Sophie’s mouth gaped as she made to reply, then clammed up.

Mandy sneered, “She was too busy checking out Andy’s dick. Anyway, now do we get a show?”

I looked at the three sets of lovely tits facing me: Mandy’s big beauties, so full and ripe on her tanned young body, Heathers firm, spectacular juicy set, and shy Sophie’s small perky puppies with their big lush pink nipples. I supped some cocktail. Life was good. Getting better – Susy grabbed my crotch through my shorts. I jerked with surprise, my eyes still on the teen tits opposite.

“You wan to see this?” she tugged the waist of my shorts down. I was putting up a bit of resistance; didn’t know quite where she was taking it. She fished her other hand in; I felt her wrap it around my cock. Susy pulled the waist elastic out and down, keeping my dick wrapped in her fist. It was a flash for the girls, and only that. She popped the shorts back over my straining erection.

“Nice, huh?” Susy said.

“Aww,” moaned Mandy. “We couldn’t see for your hand.”

“Yeah, come on,” added Heather. “Thought we got to see it? Come on, Andy.”

Her appeal to me almost worked - I was quite happy to maybe take it out for them; the buzz was exquisite. But Susy was determined to run this show. I think the attitude between her and Mandy was dictating things.

Susy said firmly, “Sophie forgot something, like I said: I did not actually take my top off…”

“And?…” Mandy said. “So what? You haven’t even taken it off now…”

In a flash, Susy whipped her bikini top off, as if she’d been waiting for the cue. She had tremendous tits, as I’ve illustrated before - full 36cs with their own buoyant gravity. They swayed beautifully in front of her as she leaned forward, her blonde locks caressing them. “There you go,” she said. She even tweaked her nipples to erect them for effect.

“Well?” said Mandy.

“Well, Andy and I went bottomless, didn’t we Sophie?”

Now that was a bit of a lie. Yes, I had my shorts off the day before but Susy had only untied one side of her bikini bottoms to allow me access. However, Sophie was not arguing in her exposed confusion. She mumbled accord.

Susy smiled, “So I think we should all be equal if you want Andy’s dick out again…”

Heather gazed over in a way that reminded me of the high state of arousal I’d experienced her in before. She looked trippy, like her mind was on other things – namely my cock which was now really tenting my shorts and drawing her dazzling green gaze like a magnet. I watched her perfect features concentrate on my crotch.

“Like, what do you mean?” Mandy quizzed Susy with a sly squint.

“I mean, like, like this…” Susy parodied her teen-speak then brought gasps of surprise as she stood and untied each side of her bright yellow bikini. She let it drop to the tiled ground and stood there, hands out, bare naked.

From my position I got a three-quarter view of her fantastic toned ass and legs with one swaying side of a luscious breast in sight. Across the pool, the three girls looked on in varying degrees of shock at Susy’s magnificent front, from those incredible boobs down to her smooth, hairless shining pudenda, lit by the late afternoon sun to golden perfection.

Susy then put her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart in a challenging stance. “Okay, so who’s brave now? Anyone else want to go skinny?”

I was loving her lightly-sozzled bravado. Sophie, Heather and Mandy exchanged glances.

“Wow, didn’t think you shaved it all off,” Mandy said. “That’s a bit porn-star…”

I wondered if there wasn’t a hint of attraction in that observation. Maybe young Mandy was more femme-oriented than I’d considered.

Susy sat down on the edge of her lounger. I shuffled forward, too, mainly so I could also check out her pussy. Her legs were parted as her ass perched on the seat. Those tight pussy lips of hers were forced ever so slightly apart.

Susy tutted at Mandy, “Hardly think so… it’s popular to go bare.”

Heather stammered, “Yes, y-yes, it is…”

“Huh,” Mandy squinted at her. “Do you do it, too?”

Now, the last time I’d seen Heather reveal her pussy to me it was covered by neatly trimmed dark pubes which showed everything but still completely dominated her pubic area.

Heather looked across at us. “I…I do now, yes…”

“No way!” gasped Mandy. “Show me!”

Heather met my gaze square on. I knew it; she was getting as much of a buzz as I was, all over again. She sighed, then lifted her legs and ass up and squirmed out of her white bikini bottoms. With a little giggle she kicked them into the pool and sat with her thighs tight together, kicking her feet back and forth. What a sight, all but naked apart from the half-off bikini top. Lovely tits pointing at me with intent and her smooth abdomen and shapely legs bare naked beneath them.

Mandy pointed down at her crotch and shrieked, “Oh my, you do! Let me see it properly…”

With a slight pause, Heather them leaned back on her hands and parted her thighs. Where there had been a downy covering there was now just bare flesh. She’d copied Susy’s style, all-off to expose her puffy cunt. The lips were swollen as I remembered them, her inner labia visible. If there was any doubting her state, that large clitty of hers gave her arousal away by poking slightly out the top of her slit.

Mandy said, “God, everything looks so…exposed…”

I said, “So what about you, then, Mandy? Do you go for that shaven look?”

Following my instructions, my mouth froze, surrounding his girth. I licked the bottom. Along my tongue I felt a pulse traverse the length of him. My eyes widened with my cheeks as pulse after pulse traveled the length of his shaft, depositing load after load within my mouth.

A dozen such pulses later Gino’s fingers relaxed within my hair. He began combing my locks, almost petting my scalp in the process. “That’s a good little slut. Slide your lips off my cock now, but keep them tight, don’t lose any.”

I drew my lips along his length until his crown slipped from within my mouth. Several inches of filament stretched like a spider web before me, from my lips all the way back to the head of his glistening member. My wide-eyed gaze remained on this strand until I pulled far enough away that it broke.

“How do you like your first mouthful of sperm?”

Looking up, I shook my head in the negative.

“Stand,” Gino commanded. “Arms crossed on the back of the couch. Look at yourself in the mirror with your ass out to me.”

This I did, looking right into a pair of blue eyes framed by my smudged mascara, some of which had run down my puffed cheeks in black streams toward a mouth covered with smeared lipstick.

“Yes,” Gino hissed. “Want to know what’s in there? Open up. Let’s have a look.”

My lips parted and my eyes leapt to milky-white between them.

“Yes,” he whispered directly into my ear. My attention darted to his face as he continued, “Now you know why I saved up for you, so I could give you a nice big mouthful your first time. Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

Taste good? It was a putrid slime; like one part seawater, one part white school glue, and one part snot. I clamped my mouth closed and shook my head.

“Oh,” he said, “but sluts have to learn to like it, to want it. You keep it all in your mouth. Don’t you dare swallow it until I tell you to.”

“Swallow it?” My stomach clenched again. My eyes bulged. I mumbled my protest.

Gino laughed. “You’re all the same. This time next week, you won’t think a thing of it.” I felt my skirt tossed upon my back. A moment later, his fingers pushed aside my panties and found my sex. My mind flew to my tightening loins as he first massaged, then parted my lips. Feeling my folds moisten under his touch, I wanted to close my eyes so as not to look at myself, but this was forbidden. I was compelled to watch my expression grow taut, then relax, as he pushed his longest finger within me.

Though his digit did not fill me in the manner of his cock, I discovered size was less important than I had imagined. His finger turned swirls within my entryway, teasing me until my ass began to gyrate, mimicking his motion albeit in the opposite direction.

“That’s right, slut?” My eyes wanted to leap to his, but they could not, even as he continued. “You’re a good cocksucker. You earned a little treat. Why not enjoy yourself?”

I had only a moment to look to my mouth, my traitorous smiling mouth before he pushed his finger farther within, still turning slow circles with it. Tiny tinglings erupted in my loins, sending shivers through my tummy. My abdomen began to move too, clenching, writhing, turning.

“I told you I knew how to please this body,” he bragged. “The sooner you accept it, the happier you’ll be.”

“Never!” My brain screamed, but my body had other ideas.

His finger ceased rotating and began to pet the forward wall of my channel. Meanwhile his thumb slid up the furrow between my lips, teasing the tender flesh until I felt myself pushing back against his pressure.

“Yes,” he whispered. “You’re going to come for me again, just like you always do. This time, when you do, you get to eat your little treat.” His thumb leapt to the apex of my lips, caressing the sensitive knot of flesh there. On the inside, his finger mimicked the motion.

I emitted a chirp through still-curved and closed lips. My eyes widened as the sensation intensified. Then it hit me. Like an unstoppable wildfire, the tingling spread within me until my entire form shuddered. A second later, every muscle in my body contracted, from my forehead, to the cheeks of my ass, all the way to my curling toes.

My expression was one of agony, features taut, cheeks bulging, lips quivering, eyelids drawn wide over glazed orbs. The look lasted for several seconds, then collapsed along with the tension in my muscles. My eyelids dropped, my eyes fluttering behind them. My shaking knees bowed toward one another. With my eyes closed, I emitted an elongated moan as I savored the soul cleansing euphoria of my release.

The next instant my eyes flew as wide as my mouth. My empty mouth. I’d eaten his seed in my moment of rapture, just as he had told me to. Though the substance was gone, the flavor lingered, though it was not nearly so unpleasant as it had been only a minute before. I had but a moment to look at, and loathe, my reflection before Gino’s fist found my hair.

“On your knees, slut,” Gino demanded, yanking my head downward. I acquiesced, my knees finding the wood of the floor the same instant his next command found my ears.

“Rub my cock over your face.”

I closed my eyes and moved his member to my cheek, stroking it in the manner a cat does its owner’s leg.

“Yes,” he said. “Just like that. Breathe deep. Smell it?”

I did smell him. Before I knew it I had put his sticky, semi-hard shaft across the bottom of my nose and took a deep breath. Subtle was his scent; sour, in an almost sickly way, yet in no way revolting.

“I can see it in your eyes,” he hissed. “You like that smell. Soon you’ll be a perfect slut, salivating at the chance to suck cock. I bet you want to right now, don’t you?”

I stopped rutting my cheek upon his hardening member. My eyes wide, I looked upward, but gave no answer.

“Go ahead,” he said. “You’re a nasty slut now. You can suck it if you want to. You know how. But only if you want to.”

I could not deny there was something in his pungency I now found enticing, something seductive about the sticky feel of his seed upon my skin. Upon my tongue I detected a layer of my own saliva. Below, my warming lips clenched their approval. “Oh, God, I am nasty! He’s making me like this too.”

My eyes blinked twice. I swallowed. “Maybe he’s right, maybe you should just give up; accept it, enjoy it.” But a second later, I pushed my lips together in a purse. “Never”, I swore. “He can make me enjoy it, but he’ll have to; I won’t enjoy it on my own!”"

Gino did not move; his black eyes bore down into my blue ones as he awaited my answer.

My throat flexed in a swallow. Beneath his steady gaze, my resolve wavered. “He’ll make you suck it anyway”, I reasoned. “You may as well do it on your own and pretend you like it.”

With a nod to myself, I steered his shaft horizontal and slid my lips over the end. My tongue played again across his head, scouring a sample of his flavor, a taste I hated and loved all at the same time.

* * *

Two blowjobs per day were the norm for the next few weeks; one first thing in the morning, another when he came home. More often than not, the nasty slut that I had become got a good fucking too, just before bed.

In between these moments of fervor, my routine was still a tedium of cooking and cleaning and praying for someone or something to stop the upcoming wedding.

I did some additional reading too, from the sexual tome, paying particular attention to the references to oral sex, now that I knew it to be something other than kissing. To my surprise, many women had taken a man in their mouth, more than had not.

Far more troubling were the references to anal play. When I had first read the book, I hadn’t paid close attention to those sections either, assuming anal sex was simply being fucked from behind in the manner of dogs; something Gino had done to me the first night. With a gulp, I put two and two together and realized this was something else entirely. A moment later I felt my little butthole clench its concern.

Even given that anxiety, I had a greater worry: would I really forget who I was? I pondered this question for a handful of days before I dared inquire about it over breakfast.

“What did you mean,” I asked, “when you said I’d remember how to give a blowjob even after I’d forgotten who I am?”

Gino smiled. “Eventually, you’re going to forget all about Megan, her family. Everything. Even me. Much in the way Christine will start to remember.”

My eyes widened.

“That’s right. She’s going to become you, except she’ll remember her training, how to please her husband. My words will become part of who she is. It’s already happening, I’m sure. That’s how the magical stones work. The magic will seep out of the gems and into her. When it’s done, she will be you. The person she was will be gone. Of course, then she can take the necklace off, but she probably won’t.”

I swallowed. “How long?”

“Several months. Year at most. Some can resist it longer than others, but it will happen.

My mind wandered. “Could I really forget all about Megan?” My eyes bolted wide, realizing that I had thought of her as Megan instead of me. I turned my gaze back to my captor. “What happened to the real Christine?”

He chuckled. “Which one?”

I looked down at my form. “The one that belongs to this body?”

“Oh. She’s long dead now.”

My brows dropped to hang over my eyes as I looked up. “What?”

His head bobbing in a slow nod, he looked at me. His own eyes narrowed as his head began to shake just a shade faster. “You don’t need to know just now. Better eat up. Eggs get cold so fast.”

His words were still with me after he had departed for the day. “Why is the original Christine dead?” I wondered. “Did she kill herself? Is that why he forbade my killing myself?”

With my brow again low, my gaze wandered. “Or did he?” My words came back to me quicker than recalling the alphabet.

“”I’m not going to hurt anyone else, especially you. I won’t ask anyone else to do it either and I won’t do anything I know will cause someone else harm.”"

“Someone else!” My eyes bolted wide. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed my sharpest knife, then headed for the washroom. There I brought the edge of the blade to my left palm and drew it across the flesh near my thumb. At once I gasped, feeling the sting. I dropped the knife and looked upward.

“You can do it,” I told my smiling reflection. “You can beat him.”

I second later, I wasn’t smiling. Would killing myself really solve anything? He’d just capture some other girl, I was sure. My shoulders fell as I concluded it would just doom another to take my place.

My eyes widened. “You have to kill him,” I whispered to my reflection. “Him. Not yourself.”

My shoulders and my spirit slumped again. Of course the necklace prevented that. The damned band of gems prevented everything. I wondered how many other girls had struggled to find a way free, only to fail and lose everything, including themselves, to the magic of the stones.

My mind drifted back to when I had allowed Christine to put it about my neck. In the mirror, I saw my lips part, exposing a mouthful of clenched teeth. My attention dropped, to the knife in the sink.

A second later, the reflection showed the knife against the necklace. I moved the blade to the band, but found I could move it no farther; the prohibition against removing the necklace prevented my cutting it. My head fell to one side.

“Maybe I don’t have to remove it,” I thought. “He said the magic was in the gems. What if I just break them?”

Trying not to think, I reversed the blade and whacked the stones with the handle. The necklace bounced beneath the blow. I blinked away my disbelief, and struck again. And again.

My eyes bulged. Could it be that simple? Why hadn’t I thought of it sooner? I spun to look about me, certain I would find Gino there, ready to tell me never to do that again. My chest rose and fell with a sigh of relief. I was still alone.

I looked back to the mirror, and the necklace. Would it work, damaging it without removing it? Could I break the magic thus? My eyes shifted upward from the diamonds to something brighter; my smile.

I tried to use the knife to pry the gems from their settings, without the slightest hint of success. For the remainder of the morning, I was a whirlwind about the apartment, trying anything I could think of. With noon approaching, my glee faded. Nothing even scratched the gold, let alone the gems.

Several times I looked to the room he had forbidden me to enter. Deep inside, I felt sure there was something just beyond the simple wooden panel, but my hand could not even touch the handle. My palm shifted to the wallpaper near the door.

“Can I break through the wall?” I wondered. I knew it would be the greatest of risks, there would be no turning back. Instead of taking that risk, I chose to take care of my domestic duties while I considered my options.

I soon had cause to regret my delay. The next morning, instead of disappearing through the front door, Gino vanished into the mysterious room. I heard behind the door strange chanting and often a hissing, like the sound of air leaving a balloon; and a smell, like rotten eggs.

He mentioned nothing of it when he emerged. After dinner, he left the apartment without so much as a word.

Near midnight, I went to sleep without him.

* * *

“Who said you could go to bed!”

My eyelids snapped open, then fluttered in rapid succession, trying to somehow allow me to see and still keep out the light. “I, uh, …”

“Nevermind!” he snapped, taking a stride toward the side of the bed. “I teach you where a good wife is supposed to be when her husband comes home, and where do I find you?” With that he grabbed me by my hair and yanked my head to the edge of the mattress. His other hand reached for his belt.

With a sigh, I scooted forward and put my open mouth next to his loins.

“No,” he said. “You don’t get the honor of sucking it tonight.”

Instead of giving a blowjob, I received a beating, one during which I was not even allowed to cry; some forty lashes on my bare ass I should think, though I didn’t count. Whatever the number, it was enough that my butt cheeks were still sore the next morning.

The following evening, I was dressed and waiting when he came home. In spite of my compliance and my efforts, he was still cross with me, although this time the punishment was confined to a berating of my performance.

The next day was a Saturday, but we did not go to the theater. Again Gino disappeared into the room for the bulk of the day and then vanished into the night.

On the fourth evening, I steeled myself when I heard the door rattle, then prayed. To my pleasant surprise, my prayer was at once answered. He came through the door smiling.

“Hello, my lovely little wife,” he said, shutting and latching the door. “And how have you been tonight?”

My eyes wandered for a moment before I reined them in. “Fine,” I managed, then recovered. “Welcome home. Can I…”

“Yes, you can. I met someone special tonight. I thought you might want to meet her too.”

My brow dropped. I looked about, confirming what I was already certain was true; we were alone.

When I looked back, Gino smiled and closed the door. “Megan,” he said. “I went to see her. And Thomas. She seems very excited. The perfect happy bride.” He paused to smile through a chuckle, then strode past me. “Well, maybe she’s not quite the perfect bride any longer, by conventional standards anyway.”

With my jaw hanging limp, I turned to watch him walk to the davenport. There he pushed his trousers to his ankles before turning to sit.

I followed and knelt, preparing to do my wifely duties, but when my face neared his cock I smelled it; or rather I smelled “her”. I had smelled myself often enough, so I knew the scent at once. My mind raced backward, confirming I had bathed him before his departure. With a gasp, I realized whose aroma must cover his cock. My face melted. A shudder shook my chest. My eyes overflowed.

“I guess I fibbed,” Gino chortled. “You don’t really get to meet Megan, but you do get to taste her.”

“No,” I whimpered between sobs.

“There, there,” Gino said, petting my head like a dog. “It had to happen sometime and our little slut Megan, she tried to be good, but she just couldn’t wait. Fucked and sucked us both, she did. Go ahead, be a good little wife and do the same, at least the sucking part.”

Still weeping, I parted my lips and followed his instructions. At once, the flavor of another woman’s pussy filled my mouth.

“Now,” he continued, still stroking my scalp. “It may happen your husband does come home with the smell of another woman on him. Of course, you won’t mention a thing. You’ll just smile and clean her stink off for him.” He paused to sigh and pet my head again. “Yes, just like that.”

I wanted so much to bite him, to emasculate him, but my words bound me. Similar words bound Christine, I was certain, in my body. “Does she still remember her name,” I wondered, “or has the necklace already taken whoever she was from her?”

The damn necklace! Somehow I knew the infernal neckpieces were what really bound us to the words. Closing my eyes, I pictured myself, my pleasantly plump little form ravaged by the two beasts; not in Niagara Falls or someplace special on her wedding night, but right there in the bastard’s hardware store, between the rat traps and the plumbing fixtures.

Still sucking, I noticed my breaths through my nose increasing in intensity with my ire. I hoped Christine hadn’t enjoyed it, but I knew the power of his magic. She probably thought an aisle between the tools was better than a proper honeymoon.

“Tools!”

My eyes bolted open. I slid my mouth from Gino’s cock and waited for him to turn his narrowed eyes down to me.

“You’re not going to make me suck Thomas too?” I asked. “Are you?”

“Who told you to stop?”

“No one,” I said. “But you’re not going to make me suck Thomas in some grody hardware store, are you? I have to know.”

“Suck!”

My mouth was back on his cock before I could utter another word.

“Damn straight you’re going to suck Thomas, you sorry little slut! You’re going to learn to keep your stupid mouth shut and where it belongs.”

A second later, his hands were on my head, forcing my head downward. His crown surged past my mouth and into my throat. I gagged. I wretched. I wept. And I reveled, happier than I had been in weeks, my spirit buoyed as I pictured how I might escape.

* * *

In my foolishness, I expected Gino would take me to see Thomas the following day, but he didn’t so much as mention it, choosing instead to spend every waking hour in his secret chamber. I heard a stray word and an occasional humming. Once I saw a blue glow beneath the door and thought I smelled roses.

My hopes dropped as the hours passed, yet I dared not bring up the issue of visiting Thomas lest Gino imagine I wanted to go. Consoling myself that it was the Sabbath and the hardware store was closed, I decided I could wait another day.

The next day, however, was no different. Over dinner my curiosity finally got the better of me. “Have you changed your mind about me meeting Thomas?” I asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

He smiled. “Not at all. I was thinking to go tomorrow, or maybe the day after. I’ve been a bit busy, haven’t had a chance to contact him. But don’t worry, I shan’t forget. We’ve something more important to do tonight.”

With a sigh, my gaze and thoughts both strayed. “Relax. You’ve waited this long. You can wait two more days.” Considering my own advice, my mind raced forward. “Two days? I only have eight left! Only seven really if… ”

“You do know what tonight is?” Gino prompted, breaking my trance.