Chapter 7
"I don't like it," Dave Fairfield vehemently declared, "not for a minute." He punctuated his statement by slamming down his fist.
Cynthia shrewdly regarded him. "Can you be specific?"
They sat before a blazing fire in a room with vaulted ceilings and a decorate fan spinning overhead, pushing down the heat. It was Cynthia's home, a veritable fortress evolved into a prison.
"It's practically criminal what you've done to Sheila. Granted, she's done wrong ... but you've turned her into a zombie. She's completely brainwashed, a walking vegetable."
That brooked no sympathy. "It's her punishment for exploiting the hypnotic powers I bestowed her. She made illegitimate use of them, violating a promise I extracted from her prior to issuing her the pendant." Her lips thinned. "Her half-sister, Linda, is also a culprit. Her defiance will not go unchecked.
She will serve her penance as well.
"Should the verdict really fall in your hands. Are you judge, jury and executioner?"
Cynthia, abiding his outburst long enough, sternly faced him. "I haven't ultimately decided what I'm to do with Sheila, but I can do without your harsh criticism. May I remind you this is a serious matter that bears attention? This group pilfered valuables from innocent people. Do you condone such behavior?"
"Of course not."
"Then let's not take such a righteous stance, shall we?"
Dave collected his breath, then sighed. "But she's unresponsive, gazing off into the distance. You haven't really lifted your hex since that night we intercepted her."
"I wouldn't call it that."
"Well, it's changed her, or haven't you noticed?"
Cynthia conceded his point. "I'll admit, I haven't gone further with my final determination and left her in a type of suspended animation. Perhaps I ought to soon conclude this."
"It just doesn't seem right, Cynthia."
She took stock of the roguishly handsome, dark-haired man. His concern over her treatment of Sheila sparked renewed interest in him as a man. Sexually, they had been inactive. Dave channeled his erotic energies elsewhere.
"Let's put that whole matter aside, Dave. There's nothing gained by breeding hostilities over it. Rest assured-I will satisfactorily resolve it." She crossed her legs, letting a generous portion of thigh show. "Why don't you come over here and make nice with me?"
Her coyness threw Dave, who was prepared to do battle. "This doesn't seem the time, Cynthia."
She smiled. "That doesn't sound like the same Dave I've known ... and fucked."
Despite his rehearsed conversation and criticism of her methods, her use of the word stirred him. She prompted images of her fabulous bare body. "What I mean to say is, I thought we'd discuss your intentions."
"Right now, they are to get you out of your clothes as quickly as possible." She patted the space beside her. "I believe I can achieve that without hypnosis."
Dave gravitated to the desired spot. He had to hand it to her-Cynthia outwitted him. Her weapon: feminine charm. The invitation of that slender figure, seductively outfitted in see-through material, was more than he could competently ignore. He tried to disregard it, but she brazenly brought it back to the forefront.
"I'm sure I've visited this in the past, but you are a very attractive man." He could feel the pressure of her thigh. "I can understand Sheila's captivation with you."
She sent out powerful signals-more than he could withstand. It was also like her to dilute his anger in such a fashion. She used sex for relaxation and control; by pacifying him with pussy, she maintained the peace and, therefore, gained his cooperation.
Her palm pressed his crotch. His dick ballooned through his pants, furiously beating. The play of those slender fingers tickled his imagine and stirred the jism in his balls. He hotly stared at the luscious thigh thrown over the other, the silky garment edging upward, revealing her lack of underwear. She leaned against him, brushing him with her delicate breasts. Through the gauzy fabric, he viewed her hard nipples. Her warm breath fanned his face, her blue eyes holding their gape.
"Forget about Sheila tonight," she murmured, tackling his belt, then zipper. Her touch set him on fire. "Let's spend the time more productively."
Dave gasped as her fingers ran down his cock. Her thumb skimmed the base of his helmet, then slid up to the cum-slit. She squeezed him, leisurely stroking his shaft, until a creamy bead seeped from his tip. His Adam's apple convulsively moved as he endured her manipulation.
"Jesus," he muttered.
The flames crackled in the fireplace, lending a sensual ambiance. The idea of disrobing before the hearth, then coupling, seemed highly erotic.
He reached under her outfit and groped her pussy. Her features clouded, then flushed. The slant of her thick lips and the glimmer in her eyes told him she liked it. Juice moistened his fingers. Cynthia had definitely foregone her undies in favor of going au naturel.
He stared into those azure pupils, trying to figure out exactly what made the woman tick, and fondled the pliant flesh between her legs. Her cunt liquefied in his grip. He thumbed her fleshy dot, aware of its enlargement, then slid a digit into her hot, tight hole. Her teeth closed and air hissed through the cracks.
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes. Do it."
She turned over, clutching the pillow, and propped that sumptuous ass. She rearranged the folds of her nightgown, exhibiting her magnificent backside. That slim, luscious body belonged to him at that moment. Her knees delved into the cushions as though to brace for his urgent insertion.
Dave hitched himself to that seductively swaying ass. His cock split her puffy lips, then burrowed into her. She opened, then sucked in his rigid shaft. He pushed into her wet center, feeding her all he had. His balls tapped her rump, then rested on her quivering ass cheeks.
Jesus, he thought. That was some good pussy.
He casually pumped her, maintaining a tight rein on his appetite. Soon, he rammed her and felt her snatch take him. His balls struck her smooth crescents. They made soft, wet noises when increasing the friction.
The springs creaked beneath him. He fucked her, surrendering to the impulse. His cock glided in and out of her puckering snatch. The ecstasy of it enclosing him brought a flight of dizziness. He could tell how much she wanted it by her frenzied squeeze.
"Yeah," she sighed, reveling at his enthusiastic push. "This is what it's all about."
Cynthia went wild. She fucked him back, hurling her butt at him. Those pink lips greased his dick, squeaking against his skin.
He swallowed hard as she snagged him. Into that wet, clinging pulp, he pushed. She exhaled roughly as he sliced into her. He savored the grab of that soft, adaptable pussy.
"Yeah," he groaned, burying it between her legs and letting her savor his entire bone, "here it is, baby. Right here."
She climaxed fast, apparently much hornier. Her contractions became so rough, her pussy slipped away from him. Her sticky folds disengaged his bulbous head.
Dave clasped her hip and began to rejoin her.
The pink flower of her anus, however, intrigued him. Cynthia, staring at him over her shoulder, emphatically nodded. Unable to resist such an invitation, he plunged himself between her compact ass cheeks.
"Yeah," she moaned, her eyes curving upward and her lips rounding. "I'm a nasty lady, and I need you to do it."
Smashed in her buns, he enjoyed a narrower fit. Fucking that small, sweet ass greatly appealed to him. His brown pubes, smashed against her trembling cheeks, was a delectable sight. He almost exploded after a few moments of pumping. Controlling the urge proved daunting. He could not escape her rectum's furious embrace.
"Oh, God," she whimpered, frantically gulping air. "Faster. Please."
He butt-fucked her, holding back nothing. She squealed when he fully sank into her, clutching the pillow to her tits. Her nipples thickly jutted over the top. Her ass-hole received him clamping his base. He gritted his teeth from her hungry snare.
"Yeah, fuck my ass. Fuck it hard."
He stuffed all eight inches into that tiny space, flinching. Her ass was so tight, she almost ejected him. He jammed himself deep, disallowing that from happening. Her cacophony of cries spurred him forward. He gave her all the dick she could possibly want.
"Christ, it feels so good to be inside you," he muttered, detaining himself in her rectum. "Smother me, baby. Wrap me with that dark squish."
"Ohhhh."
Her finger flew to her clit and anxiously rubbed. He could smell fresh pussy perfume the air. Delirious, she tensed against him.
"Don't stop," she commanded. "Hammer away."
He swung into that tight, efficient butt. Her strenuous clasp was more than he could handle. Her squeeze defeated him.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, disoriented by the rush.
He shot his load in her ass. Cum gushed into her bowels, flooding them. He made no provision to stem the flow, nor pull out of her quivering cheeks. She received his full measure, squirt after squirt.
Cynthia finished herself off with some heated jiggling. Her contractions left her a wreck.
Eventually, he settled over her, cuddling. His energy was gone and the lure of sleep more than he could resist.
Dave awakened an hour later, his wits fully intact. The embers presented the room an eerie glow. Cynthia's soft breathing alluded to a deeper sleep. Carefully, he detached himself from her butt hole. His jism trickled down her crack, no longer plugged by his cock. It ran down her thigh, a gooey mass. He gazed at her bare ass in the flickering light and made certain she heavily slumbered.
He climbed the stairs to Sheila's room. The voluptuous woman stretched across her bed, oblivious to the world. Clad in a lace teddy, she had never looked more appetizing.
He tapped her shoulder, but failed to disturb her. She wasn't actually asleep, lingering in that dazed frame Cynthia imposed.
"Come with me quietly," he muttered. "We can't make a sound."
He had tossed it over in his head, and decided to finally go for it. Cynthia's limousine was parked in the circular driveway, awaiting their use. Crossing his fingers, he expected to make a clean getaway.
In the beginning, he delighted in Sheila's subjugation. The irony of forcing her into mental limbo after her criminal endeavors suited him fine. His anger gradually dissolved, and he genuinely felt sorry for the fate she'd met. Cynthia's plan lacked vision. He didn't know what she was trying to accomplish. Cynthia had emerged as a dark figure, something even worse than what Sheila represented. She wanted justice, yet he did not care for the way she treated Sheila.
Sheila sat up in bed. Her tits almost spilled out of the skimpy confines of her outfit. She looked positively delicious. Had he the time, fucking her would have been fun.
He demanded eye contact, and eventually got it. Those emerald spheres focused upon him. She did not seem entirely conscious and failed to be quick. He gave her a gentle shake. "Let's go."
Sheila moved sluggishly beside him.
They descended the stairs in a hush. He didn't want to risk waking Cynthia and invoking her wrath. The woman was unpredictable, and he had no wish to test her patience.
He glanced at the door of the great room and distinguished no movement. The fire cast shadows on the walls.
He clasped Sheila's hand. "Come on."
She moved mechanically, deferring to his masterful grip.
Dave opened the front door and was about to enter the night when a shadow crossed his path. Cynthia Rush seemed to materialize from thin air.
"I hope you weren't thinking of leaving me, David. You certainly didn't request permission."
He was about to shove his way through, but Sheila pulled back. Cynthia motioned to her. Dave spun around, but it was too late. A heavy candlestick holder came crashing down on head. Groaning, he dropped to the floor.
Cynthia cackled over Dave's prone figure.