The Matriarch

“To the hotel, Sir?” she mimicked in the same polite voice she had been accustomed to hearing through the car’s intercom.
“Yes.” Responded her husband. She knew that her husband had often been in the habit of switching the intercom button down and not releasing it. She had shown her husband this trick, when they had conversations in the back that they wanted to keep private. Her husband had commented previously how he could hear everything going on in the Driver’s compartment. She had motioned discretely for her driver to read from the driver’s notepad where she had left her driver a note. The note had simply read, “Play along.”
“Tell me, please. You’ve seen him while ma’am and her husband have been sleeping. Is it true? Is he as well hung as the other drivers say he is?” she spoke. She thought to herself how much fun this was going to be.
“He is indeed.” Her driver spoke. The two of them giggled.
“Does he know that Ma’am thinks the two of you can switch places and he’d never know?” she asked.
“Ma’am has not tried that particular idea yet, but I think he’d know instantly. After all, I wouldn’t be able to kiss him like she does. Besides, my hair is auburn and Ma’am’s hair is blonde, you know that.” Her driver stated.
“But why would Ma’am ask, who colours my hair? Do you think she has something in mind?” She asked.
“Oh, my! If she is planning something, then having me colour my hair would give her an opportunity to be hidden somewhere.” Her driver stated.
“I think ma’am is using the bedchamber, and blindfolding him so that she can get him used to trusting her completely. But if she’s not careful he might find the hidden passage, and catch her trying to slip out.” She said.
“I wonder why Ma’am needs all this stuff. She knows their entire luggage was packed yesterday and taken back to the Hall. She particularly wanted the map of the north tower.” Her driver said.
“But isn’t the north tower where the men’s sanctuary is?” she said. The north tower was indeed the men’s sanctuary, but the entire north tower was crisscrossed with hidden passages. The two of them knew everyone of the passages by heart.
“Yes it is. It’s curious because, the only women who have ever entered the north tower have been the gentlemen’s mistresses.” Her driver stated.
“I wonder if perhaps her husband already has a mistress. After all any man hung like he is could have any number of women he wanted.” She stated with a wink.
“I know, I wouldn’t mind having him to myself for a night.” Her driver stated and winked back.
“Well, we’re almost at the hotel. Will you open the door for Ma’am’s husband? I have to stop at the post and pick up a package. I will return to pick you up.” She spoke.
“Ok, I shall not be long. Picking up Ma’am’s things should only take me a moment.” Her driver spoke as she glided the car to a halt slightly ahead of the hotel’s door so that her husband would not be able to get a clear look at who was behind the driver’s wheel. Her driver opened her door and then opened the passenger compartment door. Her driver stood perfectly in a position that completely blocked anyone’s view of the driver’s seat. She had no doubt her husband would be thinking of every word they had spoken. She quickly ripped the note she had written earlier on the driver’s notepad, and stuffed it into her pocket. She pulled the brim of her hat down slightly to shield a little more of her face. She clicked the intercom switch off, but found that the system did not shut off. She knew instantly that the passenger compartment switch had been left on. Her husband had heard every part of her driver’s and her conversation, and she pondered how she could use the present situation again to have some more fun. She drove off slowly and rounded the corner. She dialled the hotel front desk using the car’s phone and asked if her driver had arrived. The desk clerk replied that her driver had just entered the atrium and a moment later, she heard her driver’s voice.
“Yes, ma’am.” Her driver spoke. She knew several things would be happening right now. Her husband would be within listening to her driver. And the hotel operator would be listening as well.
“Please inform my husband that our gentleman has requested that he have tea with him this afternoon.” She spoke in a most clear voice. She only ever knew her great grandfather to have a glass of sherry in the smoking room while afternoon tea was being served. She also knew that the operator would not know this to be a signal, because they had not used this signal in several years. Her driver would of course pass this message and her husband would be returning with them. She knew that her great grandfather would have no doubt already informed her husband that he only ever took his glass of sherry and never, ever had afternoon tea. Her great grandfather would have informed him that any mention of tea instead of his normal sherry, meant that something was afoot and the men would need to gather and compare notes. This would give her husband an opportunity to seek out some of her great grandfather’s knowledge. She also knew that they would not speak of the signal, lest the women ever found out about its existence and tried to use it against them in some way. This would allow her and her driver to be inside the hidden corridor next to the Library and listen.
“I shall pass the message, Ma’am.” Her driver responded, and her driver hung up the phone. Her driver and herself thought a lot alike, and she knew her driver would ensure that her own husband joined her husband. She stopped a short distance later and checked that the hidden microphone was still in place and that the two of them would each have an earpiece. She got back in the car and adjusted her jacket to hide the cord for the earpiece and set the second one down on the seat.
She waited another five minutes and returned to the hotel. Her driver was most dutiful and opened the rear door once again, and still managed to expertly shield the driver’s compartment from view. Once the doors of the car were all closed once again she slipped the car from the drive and began heading back to the great hall.
“Why is your husband and Ma’am’s husband returning to the hall?” she asked. She also listened for any conversation from the rear of the car with the earpiece. She motioned for her driver to retrieve the second earpiece. They both listened intensely.
Our gentleman has asked for my husband and Ma’am’s husband to join him for tea this afternoon.” Her driver replied. At that moment, they both heard, through their hidden earpieces, her driver’s husband speak clearly.
“Is the intercom switch turned on? I don’t want my wife listening in.” He stated.
“Of course it is, didn’t you just hear the two of them?” her husband stated, referring to the last statement she had made to her driver. “I told you upstairs that my wife is planning some kind of a ménage-et-toi and your wife is involved somehow.” The two women continued small talk in the front of the car while they listened, through their hidden earpieces, to their husbands in the back of the car.
“After the incident in the Pastor’s office, I don’t think your wife has any inhibitions about being with another woman or having another man watch. I heard it from the Pastor himself during dinner about how his secretary gave your wife a tongue lashing while you fucked her brains out.”
“How do you feel about your wife being with another man?” she heard her husband state.
“My wife has never mentioned it to me, but I’ve known for some time that the two of them had been quite the pair when they were younger. In fact there are still rumours about they had hidden themselves in the same room you were with her last night, and shared quite a number if trysts together.” Her driver’s husband laughed.
“If you’re up to it, how do you feel about keeping up pretences and catch them in the act? It might be a lot of fun to see what they have to say about it all. I heard just this morning that my wife might be planning on having your wife switch places with her.” She heard her husband laugh back to her driver’s husband.
“Wasn’t Ma’am going to see our Gentleman today? She stated clearly.
“I think she was, but she did not tell me what it was about. It must have been something very personal for Ma’am not have me with her.” Her driver stated. The two of them knew full well that their husbands would be listening to them.
“So, who was the post for?” Her driver asked innocently.
“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh… Listen for a moment.” She heard her husband say.
“Oh, that… Looks like Ma’am has some more film back from the developers.” She quipped.
“And? Have you taken a look at any of it yet?” Her driver asked.
“Some of it is very, very naughty. By the way, what were you and Ma’am doing in the Ferrari yesterday afternoon? You were both seen throwing your clothes out the windows.” From the silence the two women heard through their earpieces, they knew their husbands were listening intensely.
“Oh, that. Ma’am just wanted to feel the afternoon sun.” Her driver remarked.
“But with no clothes? I’ve already heard that a lorry driver saw Ma’am stand up through the sunroof and bare her chest at him.” She stated, knowing full well it never happened. They both heard the two men snicker through their earpieces.
“Did you hear that? She heard her driver’s husband state. “I don’t know about you, but if that had been my wife, I’d be asking her what she’s doing in parading around in public to lorry drivers with out any clothes.”
“If you recall, what we just heard, your wife was with her as well and in the same state of undress, and driving the Ferrari I might add.” Both the women heard her husband state.
“I am beginning to wonder if we shouldn’t confront both our wives and find out if they are planning a tryst involving the two of us.” They heard her driver’s husband state.
They had them, they had the perfect opportunity to confront both their husband’s with the very same idea. She quickly, scrolled a note on the driver’s notepad and held it for her driver to read. The note simply read, “NOW OR LATER?” Her driver gave her a “thumbs up” signal and she unlocked the partition controls and began to slowly lower the car’s partition, they both heard the intercom button being switched off and her husband’s voice asking.
“Please do not disturb us.” And the partition began rising again. She glided the car to a halt while locking out the partition’s controls again and she lowered the car’s partition to the fully retracted position. The two women remained facing forward.
“You are both busted.” The two of them spoke simultaneously. The two of them turned to face their husbands with a most mischievous grin that matched each other’s. The two men sat in the rear of the car and regarded their wives.
“What, how, no bloody way…” her husband spoke. “There is no way the two of them could have known.”
“Darling, how long have you two been listening to us?” Her driver’s husband spoke to her driver.
“Since you got into the car.” Her driver sang.
“Can’t tell us apart when you’re blindfolded, can you darling?” she sang to her husband. And she took off her hat allowing her long blonde braids to fall past her shoulders.
“You don’t seem to be able to recognise me when I’m less than a few feet away from you.” She stated, taking note of her husband’s complete look of surprise.
“Since we’re both Busted, would you two care to explain?” Her driver’s husband asked.
“Perhaps.” They both sang, and she gunned the car’s engine and sped towards the great hall.
“I think it’s time you both realise, that you should listen better to what our gentleman has to say. We are of course two of his favourite great grand daughters.” Her driver spoke to the men.
“What do you want from us.” Her husband spoke to her.
“To take it lying down.” She giggled.
“And give us what we want.” Her driver giggled as well.
“After all, we are quite a pair, especially when it comes to pleasing our men.” They sang together.
“Oh?” the two men responded. “Sounds like a challenge.”
“It will be.” She responded. The two women looked at each other and laughed mischievously.
“We both have such good taste.” Her driver giggled.
“Absolutely, do you think we should give them a reward?” she asked.
“What kind of reward?” her driver’s husband asked.
“A most pleasurable one.” Her driver continued to giggle.
“One last question if I may be so bold?” her husband asked.
“Of course, darling.” She replied with the sound that she was still singing.
“Since when, do you drive?” Her husband asked.
“She’s actually a better driver than I Am.” Her driver interrupted.
“It’s another one of my hidden talents. Care to be blindfolded and learn about a few more?” she giggled.
“What did you have in mind, sweetheart?” Her husband replied.
“And does it include the two of you as well as both of us?” Her driver’s husband interrupted.
“Perhaps.” Her driver giggled. The two women winked at each other and she began raising the car’s partition. Tonight would be a night their husbands would remember for quite some time.

“Do you think they’re still listening to us?” her driver mentioned, now that all the pretences were aside.
“Of course they are. I know my husband.” She quipped. “Will you knock, on the partition glass please, darling?” the two women could of course hear both the men still. Her driver laughed loudly, but they did not hear a knock on the partition glass.
“They must have not turned the intercom back on then. How disappointing. I thought you knew him better than that.” Her driver quipped.
I do know him well. Because if he doesn’t knock on the glass and turn the intercom off, he’s going to have to walk the rest of the way to the hall.” She stated very calmly.
“How does she do that?” she heard her husband ask through the earpiece.
You had best learn to do as you have been asked and try not to keep secrets from your wife. Just as I have learned.” The two women clearly heard her driver’s husband laugh. “She knows you far better than you think she does. Now hurry up before she stops the car and makes you walk.”
She began to slow the car and she heard him gently knock on the partition.
“Thank you, Darling.” She giggled and both women burst into laughter.
“You’re welcome.” Her husband spoke. She couldn’t help it but continued to laugh as she glided the car to a halt in front of the Hall’s main doors. Her driver kept very much to decorum and opened the car’s door and their husbands alighted from the car. Her driver knew that even now, for anyone to see Ma’am, wearing a uniform of a driver would be scandalous. Her driver got back into the car and they drove sedately back to the garage.

“I have to know if it’s time.” She spoke.
“Time for what?” her driver asked.
“I need to know, that if we do this with our husbands, if we will end up where we were the day we locked the door.” She responded. Her driver had a look of complete horror in her eyes.
“We swore to each other that we would never open that door again.” Her driver spoke quietly as she glided the car into the garage. “Our cousins will know at once we opened it.”
“I know, but it is a risk I must take. I have to know, or I will not go through with it.” She spoke quietly. She could feel the invisible scar on her thigh that had faded with time. With the door sealed, the phoenix tattooed on them had faded quickly, but she remembered how the scar had come to be.
“We dare not!” her driver whispered, as though even thinking about it would have been shouted. “It must remain sealed.”
“Send word to summon our cousins this afternoon. I have to know, so I will need strength from all of us to resist it.”
“But you must let time be on our side and we’ve worked so hard for so long to resist its temptation.” Her driver spoke.
“If it is indeed time for me to fulfill the duties of my station… she started.
“But you have already proven to everyone already that you are the one.” Her driver interrupted.
“I know, but I must know if I have enough strength to be able to resist being a slave to my body. If I can do this, then I shall be able to have a daughter.”
“But our gentleman will know if you are to have a daughter. He has always known if there was a daughter waiting to be born before anyone else knew. You cannot deny that he knew we were to have daughters to watch grow up. Her driver whispered.
I sensed that yes, we were to have daughters, and I also sensed that there might be something more. So opening the door is something I have to do. And I must do it alone.” She stated.
“You know full well, that I cannot allow you to do this.” Her driver spoke trying to remain quiet, but trying to be insistent.
“You also know what happened the last time someone interfered.” She spoke extremely quietly.
“Then you leave me little choice. I shall not interfere, but I will be at your side. It is my station, and I have sworn to fulfill my duty. Her driver spoke, shattering the calm around them. The remainder of the morning passed quickly. Three cars approached at different times to the great hall and her three cousins arrived with out anyone else taking notice, except one. She was just finishing lunch when her grandmother appeared.
“A moment, my dear.” Her grandmother asked. She froze where she sat.
“Yes Gran?” she spoke, almost trembling, but hiding it well. Her grandmother slipped into the empty seat beside her.
“Please tell me why the five of you are all here, in the hall, so soon after the portrait was hung?” her grandmother asked. “You know that your scar will be clearly visible soon if at least one of you does not depart soon?”
“Yes Gran, I know.” She spoke in a calm yet firm voice.
“The door to that room must remain sealed.” Her grandmother spoke quietly, but in a commanding tone.”
“This I also know.” She spoke.
“If you sister should arrive unexpectedly, your scars will all appear and remain so, until you do open the door. You will have no choice then. This is foolish.” Her grandmother said in a commanding tone.
“Gran,” she spoke in a voice so calm that there was no mistaking that she held the family’s highest station. “Should you ever presume to speak to me in that manner again, you will leave me no choice but to change the colour of your robe.” Her words were like she had personally slapped her grandmother across the face. She had never in her life ever spoken to her grandmother in such a tone.
“Yes, ma’am.” Her grandmother spoke in a tone of complete respect. Hearing her grandmother respond shamed her. She had never in her entire life ever defied her grandmother. Not even once. “You have just shown me the same courage your sister displayed yesterday. I hope I have taught you well enough and I pray that we shall not pay the same price as the day we had to seal that door.”
“Gran, I have sworn to the entire family I shall never give you reason to doubt my loyalty to all of you. As you have taught me, you must trust me now.” She spoke in the same tone she used before.
“You are not the only five to have the scars. There are others.” Her grandmother spoke. “But we cannot help you. When you bore the scars, the curse went to the five of you. Your sister was unlucky enough to have been watching when she should not have been. It was most unfortunate. You suffered so much more than the others did. Your sister told no one except your mother, and your mother had no choice but to tell me. I sent word to your sister soon after I noticed the five of you were all here, but your sister has not yet received the message. I fear your sister will be in mortal danger, should she come to the hall.”
“Then I must place a burden on you to personally ensure that she is made aware of what is happening. Fail and the price will be greater.” She spoke calmly. It was too late now to reverse what she had started. She realised that she should have listened earlier and not commanded her cousins to be here, but her heart was telling her something so strong that she could not ignore it. She wished she knew what it was, but she did not know exactly what it was.
“I shall find your sister immediately.” Her grandmother spoke. “I hope she receives the message from the messenger I sent before your scars become visible. Swear to me you shall not proceed before I send back word your sister is safe?”
“I swear it, but the scars will appear to summon us to open the door, you taught the five of us to know that.” She spoke calmly.
”I know.” Her grandmother spoke. “You remember well my dear. I am sorry I never told you before, that your sister’s scar is in the exact same place as yours is.” The scars were all upon the same thigh, each one at different heights but each one lower from the height of her own, but her sister had one as well. This news told her something. She knew it in her heart, but did not know what it meant. She didn’t think that her grandmother knew either. But she did know it was important. Her grandmother departed without another word.
“I am worried now.” She spoke quietly to her driver. “I feel it is time for the five of us to be together again, but dare not risk it. My head is telling me one thing and my heart tells me something else. Both feelings are so strong.
“I feel it too.” Her driver spoke. “I just had a thought… I know this sounds absurd, but perhaps it’s true. I remember how much you suffered, but Gran didn’t mention if your sister suffered too, and she did mention that both of you have exactly the same scar. Could it be that your sister and you each took a half while the rest of us each took an equal part?”
“And I suffered more because I didn’t receive all of it? That’s it! That’s exactly what it is, like a candle burn. You feel the heat and you take you hand away. I didn’t feel the heat because my sister took half. But because of that, I had to suffer twice as much. You’re brilliant! That must be what it means!” she exclaimed.
“The only problem is, what does having half mean to you and your sister.” Her driver spoke.
“It gives me an edge. You’ll not b able to overpower the curse, but with only a half, I might be able to.” She spoke. She felt suddenly very relieved to know this. She knew it almost immediately. She remembered her sister telling her about the very few times that any woman in the family had been able to resist the curse. And remembered the last time her sister had spoken it.
“When we were growing inside of her.” she muttered.
“What did you just say?” her driver interrupted.
“That’s it! The curse is broken for a little while when we have our daughters growing inside of us. The curse returns after they are born. We return to being slaves to our bodies.” She spoke.
“Brilliant!” her driver shouted. “I remember you on your wedding night. You were insatiable. I would never have been able to tease my husband the way you teased your husband last night. That silly tray of sweets would never have been used for anything except maybe a treat afterwards.”
“But that also means… “ she started to say.
“You must be pregnant already.” Her driver interrupted.
“No way… if you remember, a slave to our bodies. The only way any one in the family ever became pregnant was after the rings had bound them. And it was only after a few months. You’ve been married less than two months and I’ve been married just two days.” She stated.
“I know. I watched you last night. Remember? You showed much more restraint that I ever could. And I have tried to resist it. I went to bed last night and couldn’t help myself. I nearly attacked my husband when he got into bed. And I pounced on him again this morning.” Her driver giggled.
“Wow. I woke up yesterday and was able to break away with just kissing him…” she started to say.
“And this morning you didn’t even do that.” Her driver interrupted.
“Until we are reborn. That’s what is inscribed in my ring. Do you have an inscription?” she asked.
“No, just the family crest.” Her driver spoke.
“That’s it… it must be.” She held her hands on her belly. “It can’t be true. Less than a week and pregnant already. This is a new record.” She spoke aloud. She thought very hard. Pregnant this soon after getting married was almost impossible for any woman in the family. But to be able to control her body this much. She just realised that she hadn’t even been horny today. Not like she usually was. She was always ready for more. But today, not even once since last night.
“Has you been with your husband today?” she asked.
“What do you think I was doing before lunch?” her driver spoke.
“I think I just put all the pieces together.” She said. “Don’t ask why, Tell Gran to bring my sister here, to the hall before she leaves. I will meet you in the music room.”
“The music room?” Her driver responded.
“Yes, the music room. I’ll explain later.” She commanded. The two of them left the table quickly and departed. She headed quickly towards the music room when she found her other cousins coming out of the library and they all hugged each other for they had not seen each other for several years.
“To the music room, and quickly no time to explain, I need your help to find a book.” She commanded. Her cousins immediately complied and they all headed for the music room directly. The sound of the running footfalls echoed through the walls.
“Do you all remember the music books we used when we were younger?” she asked.
“Yes.” Her cousins responded.
“Do you all remember there was one with writing in it?” she asked. “We need to find that book.” They four of them quickly set themselves to task in trying to locate the book. They found several of the others but not the one particular book.
“Do you all remember what we tried to do when we opened the door?” she asked. Her cousins flinched. They all remembered quite well. They remembered their scars and how they got them.
“But what has our scars got to do with this silly book.” One of her cousins asked.
“Do you all remember how Gran sang us a song to try and comfort us?” she asked.
“Well, yah.” Another of her cousins stated. “I’ll never forget how much you suffered. You scar glowed long after ours had begun to fade.”
“We need the words, the ones written in the book, and we need to not speak them but remember them together.” She spoke. Trust me, I know what it is we need to do. There’s not much time.”
“What are you ladies doing here?” her grandmothers voice boomed. Just as she heard her grandmother’s voice, her scar turned vividly red and began to ache. The five cousins all turned to each other and bared their thighs. Each of them knew that the Phoenix had reappeared by the fact that they were able to see it on each other’s thighs. It was time, but they had not found the book.
“I heard all of you talking before we arrived. The book you seek is in the bend under the piano.” Her grandmother spoke. Her grandmother crossed the floor, lifted the bench lid and took out the book. “What do you need this for?”
“Gran, since you’re here, sing us the song you wrote in the book, we need to remember the words.” She spoke. Her grandmother did so. The sound of her grandmother’s voice floated across the room. The five of them remembered. It all came flooding back to her. She remembered that song like she heard it yesterday. But she also remembered how many times her sister had sung that same tune to her when she was younger. Their scars began burning, and their Phoenixes began glowing more visibly.
“That’s it. All the pieces.” She said. “The door must be opened soon.”
“But what do they mean?” her driver asked, looking very puzzled.
“By presenting my own sister with the Maltese, she displayed courage more than I have ever seen in her. I hope I am right that it will give her sufficient strength to resist. With the two of us each having only half, and the rest of you equal shares, I will be able to break the curse.” She stated in a soft but very focused voice.
“But why the book, my dear?” her grandmother stated.
“By having us remember the words, our scars began burning. My sister’s will also begin to burn. She’ll not waste anytime seeking the one person who she confided in. We’ve summoned her to us.” she stated. Her own scar now burned deeply. She knew her sister was very close. She had to be. There was no other explanation. She noticed looks of complete understanding in all of her cousins’ eyes.
“It is time.” Her driver stated. “I know it is.” Everyone nodded silently and they left the music room. They did not stop until they reached the sealed door minutes later. Trembling they waited. Pain from her scar was becoming almost unbearable.
“Before we open the door. Remember, you’re all married and you’ve vowed to give yourself to only one man. Remember your husbands. Our resistance will give us the strength to free all of us.” She announced.
The five of them stood alone, but she knew all her family was standing with her. It was exactly at that moment that she felt her sister’s presence. The pain from her scar was growing more intense, but at the same time, she felt she had the strength to overcome it. They waited for the door to be cast open. She concentrated very hard on not losing herself into the thoughts of seeking the pleasures of her body. At that moment the door cast itself open. The five women stepped past the door’s portal. A voice boomed inside her head.
“YOU’VE COME BACK TO ME. I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WOULD.” The five of them all heard it, but remained silent. They all thought of their vows.
“YOU’VE RETURNED TO BE REMINDED THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE SLAVES TO YOUR BODIES. YOU CAN’T ESCAPE IT.” The voice boomed in her head.
“I can escape you!” she shouted in her head. In her mind she stood beside her husband sharing nothing more than a kiss.
“You may take my body, but it will not be me.” One of her cousins shouted in the silent room. She could hear all of her cousins’ thoughts. But she also sensed the desires beginning to mount inside of them. She felt her own body respond from the touch of an unseen hand.
“YOU WILL BE FIRST. YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SAY NO. YOU WILL BEG ME TO BRING YOU TO FULL AND COMPLETE LUST.” The voice boomed in her head. She had not moved a muscle, but in her mind she saw herself lying fully undressed upon a soft bed. She saw a man in her mind, kneel before her and lick her gently between her legs.
“I shall never beg anything from you.” she shouted inside her head. Her body quivered slightly as she began receiving an invisible tongue-lashing. Thinking quickly she knew she had to resist, but she was beginning to lose.
“Is that all? My husband loves doing that to me. I enjoy letting him, but only him. You can stop anytime.” She spoke within her head.
“YOU THINK THAT IS ALL I CAN DO?” The voice boomed in her head. She felt the feeling of a man’s erection nudging her entrance. Her body responded as it always had. A warm sensation flooded over her as she felt her vagina open and allow a massive erection to be pushed by a man’s unseen hips deep inside of her. She felt the stiffness of her nipples and the wetness of her sex her body began aching for release, but she fought it down. In her mind she was not going to beg to have this unseen man to make her cum by ejaculating inside of her. And even if he did fill her with sperm, she concentrated hard on not allowing an orgasm to overtake her.
“I CAN FEEL HOW WET YOU ARE. EVERY INCH OF YOU CRAVES MORE FROM ME.” The voice boomed in her head once again. She could hear her cousins’ voices in the background speaking to her but she did not understand what they were saying. Her scar burned on her thigh. She had the feeling of a massive erection deep within her begin to thrust. The lips of her vagina became swollen as each thrust withdrew leaving her completely empty then feeling the return thrust filling her.
“I will not beg you to stop. Nor will my body respond to making me feel you cum inside me. Your sperm can do nothing. My husband has already fulfilled his duty. I have a daughter which grows inside me already.” She spoke in a commanding whisper.
“YOU LIE, YOU BITCH. YOU’VE COME TO ME TO BE IMPREGNATED BY ME.” The voice boomed in her head. She felt, the invisible hips moving against her. In her mind she thought of her legs wrapped around this man’s hips, imprisoning him inside of her. She fought hard to remain in control and resist the urge to let an orgasm build. She continued to feel the huge mass of an erection deep within her body.
“You don’t know how to fuck properly. Go ahead, cum. But you will find I will not join you with an orgasm. You will need to do more than this to satisfy my body.” She commanded with a whisper.
“YOU DOUBT ME? I CAN FEEL YOUR BODY RESPONDNG TO ME. YOUR BREATHING IS BECOMING SHORT WITH EVERY THRUST INSIDE OF YOU. YOU WILL BEG ME TO CUM INSIDE OF YOU.” The voice boomed once more.
“You are so senile, you must be thinking of another woman you’ve been fucking. I will not be a slave to my body, nor beg you to release your seed inside of me.” She quipped.
“YOUR BODY WILL SOON BE MINE FOREVER. YOU SHALL REMAIN AS MY SLAVE. THE OTHERS MAY GO.” The voice boomed once more. In her mind she was having intercourse with a very well endowed man. She could see every detail. Her cousins were released from his presence but they did not depart the room.
“You may not take her, you have not the power to make her your slave.” She heard her driver speak.
“BUT SHE WILL BEG ME FOR HER TO REMAIN AND FEEL MY SPERM FLOW WITHIN HER BODY. SHE IS NOT ABLE TO RESIST IT.” The voice shouted. But right now she felt completely and totally in control. Her sex felt the continued thrusts of this unseen man’s huge erection, but she felt as though it was nothing more than just being horny. “YOU WILL CUM WHILE I CUM INSIDE OF YOU.”
“I know I will not. I will cum only when I am fully satisfied. You will beg me to stop before I allow myself to become your slave.” She whispered aloud. Her cousins sensed this moment and fled the room. From the sanctuary of the door’s portal, she knew the presence within the room could not touch them.
“YOU SEE, YOUR FAMILY ABANDONS YOU. YOU SHALL REMAIN FOREVER AS MY SLAVE!” Instantly, she felt sperm flowing into her body. At precisely the same instant she imagined herself rolling on top and impaling herself. The manhood she felt ejaculating inside of her continued to ejaculate.
“You will not stop Cumming until you’ve satisfied me!” She shouted. She began exercising the muscles between her legs. A skill she had perfected using her vibrator. She remained feeling impaled but began using her body to expel every ounce of sperm. She surprised herself with not succumbing to lust as her body had always done while feeling a man ejaculate inside her. Her orgasm never happened. She concentrated on exercising her muscles. She continued to feel every inch of the unseen manhood continue to pump sperm within her. She felt every drop run down her leg. She smiled sweetly. In the past this same position allowed her to remain in control completely. But she always failed when her orgasm overtook her. She willed herself not to cum. By having herself in this position she knew no man was able to cast her off. She could keep any man’s erection within herself.
“Slave, am I? I think not. You will beg me to let you go.” She whispered. She remained perfectly still. She felt the erection begin to dwindle, but her muscles contracted around it, instantly.
“YOU WILL REMAIN MY SLAVE.” The voice boomed. Your body cannot resist it.
“I think not.” She whispered, and contracted her muscles again. “I can keep you hard and make you cum when I want you to.” She contracted her muscles one again, then at regular intervals. Speeding up then slowing down.
“I will make you cum on my command. You cannot resist me. When you cum, you will know I can never be your slave, nor will any other.” She whispered. The presence of the erection inside of her remained. She continued with her regular intervals. She looked deep into her mind. She remembered her husband trying to hold his orgasm back. She tried desperately to remember how her womb felt just prior to his ejaculation. This thought would be the time that she would command her would be master to cum for her. By commanding it only once and not begging for it, she would have resisted enough to break the curse and free everyone. It was soon, very soon.
“Had enough yet? want me to stop? You will beg me to stop or you will cum when I command you.” She whispered. The booming voice laughed in her head. Now she thought.
“You will cum for me now.” She commanded. She timed it perfect. No sooner had she said the final word, she felt sperm flow into her. She concentrated hard and did not allow her own orgasm to overtake her.
NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!” the voice boomed in her head. Then the voice and the feeling left her body. She collapsed instantaneously to the dusty floor.