Chapter 7
The inquest went very smoothly. The verdict was "Death by Misadventure."
The coroner in his final speech extended his sympathy both to myself and to Anna who had come to court in black widow's clothes.
Lewis was present. He seemed preoccupied. I had the impression that all his old distrust of me had returned. That worried me, and yet I knew that, for the moment at least, he would not betray me.
"I am giving up my trusteeship of your uncle's estate," he said when the inquest was over. "I have nominated Pearson to take my place and the other trustees have raised no objections. I'm sorry Saul, but as long as these horrible doubts remain in my mind-and I'm afraid I can't get rid of them, I'm getting old, I suppose-I don't feel able to undertake the responsibilities of a trustee."
"You mean you still think I murdered Inez?"
"I don't know what to think, Saul. No ... I don't honestly think I believe that, but Anna tells me now that you have invited her to live at your house and that she has accepted. I must say that under the circumstances I think that is frightful, most improper, and I suppose that is the reason for my decision. You must go your own way. And as I disapprove so heartily of your behavior in this business, I feel it would be better for both of us if we had nothing more to do with one another. I feel uncomfortable in your presence. I just do not know what to think of you. One moment I think you are a fine, lovable young man, and the next moment I think you are the epitome of evil, cold, calculating, utterly unscrupulous. I think I am even a little afraid of you. But there it is. I've told you my reasons."
He removed his spectacles and dabbed his eyes with a white handkerchief.
"I'm sorry you feel like that about it, Mr. Lewis. You must remember that Anna was very close to me once and I feel bound to look after her now. It's not money she needs. That would be easy. It is companionship. The knowledge that she is among people who love her. I'm sorry you can't understand."
He had put on his glasses again.
"I understand, Saul, that she is even now your mistress. I find that troubling, and, in light of what has happened, most shocking!"
"If you were a younger man, and if I didn't respect you as I do, Mr. Lewis, I should call you a prude. Does it not occur to you that the sexual act can be beautiful, even utterly spiritual?"
"Perhaps it can be for people who are in love with one another. Are you in love with Anna?"
"Yes."
"You don't say it with much conviction."
"You have romantic notions about love, Mr. Lewis. You consider it to be a kind of pit one falls into. I don't. For me it is something that is chosen; something which is chosen and chosen again. It's the doing. Loving is making love, or caressing, or caring for. It's a practical act. We create it in choice and in act...."
"Come, I don't wish to discuss it, Saul," Lewis said quite coldly. "If you seriously love Anna, marry her, then perhaps one day I shall grow to see things your way. But for the moment, goodbye, and good luck."
We shook hands and I watched him move on his crutches towards his waiting car.
Marry Anna?
Of course, that was impossible now. I was no longer a free agent. In a few days, Kirstin had made me the doting slave of her body and her will. Kirstin now slept with me every night, or rather, I slept with her, for it was she who had become pre-eminent and it was I who nightly slept with my head between the damp wet weight of her thighs. It was she who insisted upon this, and I loved and worshipped her for it, deriving more pleasure from my utter abasement than I had ever drawn from that of another. I trusted Kirstin's skill and ability to bring me gradually to the supreme joys of suffering. How interesting all this was, for she knew what to do down to the last detail, by a strange twisted intuition, and I had the intelligence and the imagination to savor every subtlety of her cruel female will. I worshipped her for the subtlety almost as much as I worshipped her for the gross, hairy sex into which, nightly, I died....
I must now speak at length about this strange relation which was to lead slowly but surely to the utter domination of my will by hers, to the extinction of the being, Saul.
It was very gradual, that is to say, in the sense that she never hurried things, that she never forced upon me more pain or indignity than I could bear. The coercion was subtle, accepted, desired positively, entered into with religious fervor. I was seldom required to do anything which I had not already chosen to do in imagination, and she was patient as she insisted, insinuating, corrupting, polluting, humiliating so that hour by hour my love grew more and more monstrous and my servility more complete.
That first night she had drawn my lips away again, her strong fingers hard and clutching in my hair. "Lick it," she said. "You're like a little pig!" And I was, and that was precisely what she wanted me to be, and so she told me I was, and so I was....
"I'm taking you to bed," she said. "I want to talk all this over with you."
I followed her obediently to her own room.
"Strip!"
She sat fully dressed in her armchair and rapped out the command at me.
I hesitated and then took off all my clothes. I stood naked before her. I had a painful erection.
"Come here!"
I walked across to her.
She took the whole knot of my vitals into her large hands, caressing, squeezing slightly. "Get into bed. Under the covers." I did so.
A moment later, naked except for black silk stockings and a black garterbelt which she had put on, she joined me in the bed and switched out the light.
"Easier this way the first night," she said.
A moment later she moved me downwards so that I lay diagonally across the bed, my head between her thighs. The soft flesh radiated warmth and wetness at my face. "There's your pigsty," she whispered, caressing my neck with her fingers.
In the utter darkness I gave fiercely in to my desire. I licked deeper and deeper, mixing my saliva with her slime, and the hot viscous substance spread over my eyes and my chin like a soft cloud. It was sticky, salty, and sweet at the same time. A short while later, her powerful buttocks quivered and her odor enveloped me completely.
The following night we were standing naked in her room. She took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips. "You'll do strange things for me, my darling!" she said.
Later, under the covers, my head lost in ecstasy at her sweating crotch, I felt a sudden, sickening, acrid trickle at my lips. I closed them sharply and shut my eyes. A moment later, the warm stale liquid fell like a skin across my face and neck. When I felt the pressure of her thighs, I gave in and relaxed. It was a long time before, in the pungent heat, I fell into sleep.
In the morning she lay like a white stain on top of the red quilt, for the bed was wet and uncomfortable. "Down on me...." she whispered.
During the day she ran the house efficiently and in company, either servants or guests, she accorded me all the respect due to the master of the house. But as soon as we were alone, her attitude changed: she would confide in me, invite me to confide in her, and make me do innumerable menial tasks for her. In the future, I was to wash her crotch for her at all times and with the dirty water I was to wash my face. I did so enthusiastically for her crotch was my God and I considered myself lucky to have the opportunity to wash my face in the water soiled by her crotch. As for my own vitals, I was to wash them at all times in her urine. I felt this was only as it should be, for after all, my sex was her dedicated slave. I was obliged to go with her each time she visited the lavatory. On those occasions, I would have the choice either of lying on the floor with my face under her feet or of resting my chin on the edge of the pan between her thighs with my forehead pressed against her belly. Both actions, she explained, helped her to vacate more easily. But I had to remember, she went on to say, that she would not always explain things, that she did so only to show me that she was worthy of trust, in the beginning, but not for long, for there were many things she would require of me, and certainly many of them would be quite unreasonable. Many, many menial little tasks, each calculated to intensify my abasement, to prostrate my spirit before her powerful will. I was amazed at her genius for taking control. I loved her more frantically with each subsequent groveling act she required of me.
On the morning of the inquest, she gave me her soiled knickers. "Keep these," she said. "You'd better buy me two dozen pairs of nylon ones when you're in town today. You must keep my soiled panties from now on."
I put them in a safe place like a dog burying his bone.
"This Anna," she said. "I've seen her in town, I think. I want her. Be sure to bring her back for me...."
Marry Anna?
Of course, that was impossible now....
When Lewis had gone I joined Anna where she waited for me in my car. Cliff closed the door behind me.
"The old Cromarty cottage," I said.
We drove in silence into the country. I took Anna's hand. She hesitated to allow me to keep it. She frowned in Cliff's direction.
"Don't worry about Cliff," I said in a voice loud enough for him to hear and his head nodded imperceptibly.
Anna relaxed.
"Thank God that's all over," she sighed.
I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. At the same time, my hand moved under her skirt, and slipped under her panties to her sex. I stroked the beautiful, soft, hairy thing for her and she rubbed against me like a cat. I took her on my knee and played with her, and then, slipping my member out I allowed it to burst in at the side of her nylon panties into the hot little cauldron of her sex. She moaned and hid her face against my neck. I relaxed in my seat and eased my power into the voluptuous warm weight. The joggling of the car on the rough road up towards her cottage was enough to bring my sliding ecstasy to her womb.
She packed two bags and rejoined me in the car.
Ten minutes later we entered the front door of my house.
Mona showed her to her room.
I went into the library and sent for Cliff.
He entered obsequiously.
"What do I pay you, Cliff?"
"Forty bucks plus keep," he answered at once.
"We'll make it sixty," I said. He grinned. "Thanks a lot, Mr. Folsrom. If there's anything I can do at any time...."
"Thanks, Cliff. I'll remember."
He went out.
A moment later Kirstin came in. "You got to make her do things, you understand?" I nodded.
"And then one day you tell her I want her and that's that, see?"
"Yes."
She smiled at me. "You can kiss it," she said. I fell to my knees as she moved forward, raising her skirt.
Things were moving quickly.
"You can have Milly," Kirstin said one day to me. "Go and take her now in the bedroom. She's waiting for you."
I went at once.
I threw her naked onto the bed, prised open her plump little thighs, and stuck her at once. I rode her roughly to my climax and made her lick me afterwards. She was still lying naked on the bed when I left.
"Good for you," Kirstin said to me later in the day. "I liked the way you handled Milly."
Anna was not difficult to handle.
Had I not had the benefit of seeing a genius at work? Gradually, I subdued her. When we slept together, she slept with her head between my thighs. I simply reversed the procedures Kirstin used on me.
Within a week, I led her naked and quivering to Kirstin's bedroom. Kirstin rose naked from her bed and felt Anna all over.
"Put some stockings and high heels on her first, and then let's see you whip her," Kirstin said.
She sat and watched.
I made Anna stand as she had stood for my uncle and I slashed her ten times on the naked buttocks with my riding crop.
"That's enough," Kirstin said. "Now get out and leave this hot bitch to me," she commanded. "Mona's waiting for you in her own bedroom. Go to her...."
I moved out like a willing hound.
As I did so I heard the smack of one fleshy body against another.
Mona met me on her knees, her green eyes shining, her pale shoulders curving forward as her arms encircled my buttocks to take my rampant lust in her mouth....