A desperate husband tries to rekindle his marriage with his abusive, cheating wife. They have a vacation in Paris, but their car breaks down. They seek help at a mansion; however, there is something off about the residents.
Quick warning, since it’s not among the tag selection,
Other tags: Cuckquean and Asslicking (on a girl)
Lots of story in the beginning, but I promise, you will find erotic scenes. If you do not like these concepts or any of the ones above, then please do not read. If you like them or don’t mind, then please enjoy!
"Congratulations Mr. Clark! You've just won a trip for two at the Beau Cygne!"
The crowd cheered wildly as Mark Clark won his prize on a game show, the Spin of Fortune. He never expected such a turn of events. One moment, he was reluctant to even attend, the next, he was the one who was on top. He came out winning the grand prize: a trip for two at the Beau Cygne, a beautiful hotel in Paris. He could not wait to use that for his vacation. He would take his wife Cindy and they would spend some quality time together.
'Geez, I wonder what Cindy's thinking right now.' Mark looked for his wife, but she was not in the crowd. It was quite peculiar. He just did a mental shrug and said to himself, 'She must be in the bathroom or something.'
As Mark and the audience celebrated his victory on camera, Cindy was off with a show manager in a back room that read 'EMPLOYEES ONLY'. She moaned,
"Oh yeah! Give it to me!"
Cindy clung to the manager as he fucked her without a condom. He forced his cock up her wet pussy as much as he could. She checked the time and exclaimed,
"Oh my God! It's probably already over!"
"Hey beautiful, there's no need to rush. Don't you like this?"
"I do, it's just that I don't want my husband to get suspicious."
"Don't worry about it, I'm almost there. Also, you were pretty good. I'll give you a spot on T.V."
"Really?! Thank you!"
'Hehe, I knew if I gave him a little pussy, he'd give me a spot.' Cindy snickered in her head.
The manager continued to pump away at Cindy. His cock slid in, hitting her G-spot, then out. He repeated this pattern until he reached his peak. His cock could not last any longer.
"Oh baby, here it comes!"
"Shoot your fucking cum up my wet cunt you motherfucker!"
This sent the manager over the edge and he spurted his load inside Cindy's wet pussy. Cindy tensed her pussy, squeezing his cock. The manager pulled out and some of his cum leaked onto the floor. Cindy pushed and it all gushed out. She tried to empty her pussy as best as she could.
Once Cindy and the manager got dressed, she quickly left to go see who won the game show. She was rejoiced to find that it was her husband. Mark spotted her and quickly ran towards her to lift her. Mark could not wait to spend some time with Cindy, but Cindy could not wait for other things...
Mark and Cindy were driving home, both excited for the trip. Mark smiled as he drove and said to his wife,
"Honey, I can't wait until we get there. We'll..."
As his sentence faded out, he let his hands do the rest. He reached for Cindy's skirt and tried to rub his finger on her pussy. Cindy tried to avoid his hand and said,
"Hey you, keep your eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel."
"Oooh aaalright." he said as he smiled at her reaction.
He took it as Cindy's cute way of resisting. Playing hard to get. However, Cindy refused because of the cum inside her pussy. She had let that manager cum inside her without a condom. She did not want Mark sticking a finger inside and then putting it in his mouth. He would know that she was cheating again. That was how he caught her the last couple of times.
As they got home, Mark hugged Cindy from behind and started to kiss her neck. Cindy giggled as he affectionately kissed her. He pressed his erect cock against her ass. She knew immediately what he wanted. She turned her head to kiss him and said,
"Mmm, someone wants to come out and play."
"Mmm, don't you know it."
"I need to shower. I wanna clean up first before I reward my wonderful husband."
Mark kissed his wife and smiled at her responding,
As Mark undressed and waited for her on their bed, Cindy was doing what she could to get rid of the cum inside her pussy. She could not afford to let Mark find out she cheated again.
'Wash out all the cum. Make sure he doesn't end up tasting it like last time. I'll be damned if he thinks of a divorce again.'
After Cindy finished cleaning herself, she stuck a finger in her pussy and then put it in her mouth to check.
As Cindy left the bathroom, she saw Mark patiently waiting on the bed wearing nothing but his underwear. She could clearly see his erection. She was loving the sight of her sexy husband. She walked over to him seductively, swaying her hips back and forth. He was enjoying every minute of watching his sexy wife. She climbed onto the bed and sat on his groin. She notified him,
"Honey, my jaw hurts, I don't know why. Can I not give you head right now? I'll make up for it later."
"Oh, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. It just feels like I strained it for some reason. But can I just give it a break?"
"Of course, I'd never force you."
"Thanks honey, I love you."
"I love you too."
The two closed their eyes and kissed each other. Cindy was happy she could get out of that. She did not want to suck Mark off because she did strain her jaw, or at least, that was what it felt like to her. She strained it sucking off that manager in the back room. She was also just feeling lazy.
"Well, if you can't suck me off, then I guess we can just skip to the part where I eat you out."
That made Cindy wet. Most of her secret lovers would only fuck her or have her give them head. If they did eat her out, then they were not that great. Not as good as Mark. One of many reasons why she still stayed with him was the fact that he was so good in bed. That and he really knew how to treat a lady. He would always buy her expensive things like jewelry or electronics. What could she say? She had a husband who was good at spoiling her.
She also was still very attracted to him. Mark was tanned with short black hair, average height and build, blue eyes, and very well-toned. His muscles turned her on. He was not bulky, he was just ripped. There was a time when he gained a bit of happy weight, but she quickly fixed that with 'drop the weight or I drop you.' To complete him, his cock was very thick and was ten inches long. She loved big dicks.
The one quality that pasted everything together was Mark being so naïve. No other man was easier to deceive than Mark. He was also too forgiving. She knew that her marriage with him was very stable because he was a hopeless romantic. Divorce was not even a last resort for him before they married. She was caught cheating three times. She had done that for such a long time because of his trusting nature. Once she was caught, he was forgiving after a few days. There was no other man that she knew that was that selfless. She was not willing to lose a man like that.
To Cindy, Mark was a dream come true. To be married to a man who was always spoiling her, easy to cheat on, extremely faithful even after being caught cheating, super hot with a big cock, and beyond selfless.
"Mmm, honey. Yeah, lick my wet cunt. My pussy loves it when you lick it."
Mark stuck his pointer and middle finger into Cindy's pussy while he continued to lick her clitoris. Cindy played with her breasts while Mark gently massaged her clitoris with his tongue. He curved his fingers and felt around for her G-spot. He found it and fingered around the area just how Cindy loved it.
That was enough to finish Cindy. She cried out as she climaxed,
"Oh God! Yes! Fuck! Yes!"
Cindy's whole body spasmed with pleasure as she had her intense orgasm. She squirted her cum in Marks face. Once she recovered, she got up and kissed him. Mark was extremely turned on.
"I love it when you kiss me after I eat you. It's so hot."
"Yeah, well, I'm clean, so it's fine."
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you."
Cindy blushed. She loved when Mark kissed her ass like that. She honestly believed that she was below average. She was very insecure.
She was a blonde with a fit body, but it was equipped with B cups. She was never truly satisfied with her breast size. She wanted implants, but Mark was not exactly Bill Gates. She figured that she would let him make some more money for a year so she could ask for them for her birthday. Her ass was decent, but she did not mind a bit of enhancement for it too. Her face was very nice and she was satisfied with that. Everything else was average and she hated that, but Mark did not seem to mind. He had always called her perfect and she loved him for that, but it was just not enough for her.
"How much do you love me?" Cindy asked.
"No words would be enough to express how much I love you."
"Don't give me that! Here, I'll make it easy. What if I started getting warts on my face?"
"I'd still be with you."
"My boobs and ass went flat."
"I'd still worship them."
"I gain weight...three hundred more pounds."
"You better drop that or I drop you." Mark joked, obviously referring back to the time he had gained weight.
"That is not funny." Cindy pouted.
Mark chuckled. Cindy did not like what he just joked, so she decided to say something that would make him uncomfortable.
"What if I fucked someone else?"
"Please don't joke like that."
"It's your fault for bringing up a joke in the first place."
Mark had suddenly lost his arousal. He was very uncomfortable. He had caught Cindy cheating on three different occasions. The most recent one being four months ago. The first time, he forgave her and she was sincere, along with the second time. The third time, she seemed to be taking his forgiveness for granted a bit. That was when he was contemplating a divorce and suicide for the first time. He did not want tension like that again. After he had told her that he was considering a divorce, she became overly apologetic and would not stop trying to sway his decision. It was a hard time for him, especially because they had been married for five years. Cindy began to speak,
"Hey, look honey, I'm sorry alright."
"Just, don't joke like that again. I...I kinda lost my boner."
"Well, I guess I'll have to get you back up then."
Cindy smiled and reached for Mark's cock. He was completely limp—he was not kidding. She began to play with him and he did not seem to be getting hard. Mark's mind was elsewhere. He could not get his mind off of the pain she had caused him those three times. It was hard for him to get aroused. Cindy was getting impatient.
"Come on babe, get hard! I need this cock!"
"I...don't feel like it. Sorry honey." Mark sighed.
"What? Just because of a joke?! I was only joking and I already said sorry. What more do you want?!" Cindy responded angrily.
This made Mark angry. She had a complete lack of consideration for his feelings, more so than usual. He decided that the best way to not lose his temper was to just get up and leave. He did just that and Cindy raised her voice at him.
"I don't believe you! Fine! Just go then!"
Cindy faced away from him and laid herself on the bed. Mark could not look her in the eyes, so he never turned to look back. He was feeling extremely depressed so he decided to have some scotch that he got from his boss. A gift for being a good subordinate and friend. The label read 'Black Dog'. He never tried it before, but what better time than now he supposed. Scotch was his favorite drink after all. Mark had already run out of all the alcohol he bought in the past four months. It seemed like he drank more and more by each passing day.
He put some ice in his glass and poured some in. He took a swig and then took a few seconds to judge the taste.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
He took a bigger gulp. Before he knew it, he had a second serving, then a third...He decided to stop drinking after he finished almost half the bottle. By that time, he was already drunk. He was feeling much better now. He was thinking of things to say to Cindy. He figured to put the bottle away first. As he did so, he stared at it. He started thinking about one of his favorite Led Zeppelin songs. He began to drunkenly sing aloud,
"Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove!"
He then attempted to imitate the guitar riff with his voice and continued on. Meanwhile, Cindy was lying on their bed, getting irritated. She could hear Mark drunk and singing 'Ah yeah, ah yeah.' She hated Black Sabbath, AC/DC, and especially Led Zeppelin. She did not even like Queen. To her, those bands were composed of 'untalented morons' that only idiots and children would like. Mark was finishing up, but wept as he sang the last verse,
"All I ask for when I pray, steady rollin' woman gonna come my way!"
He imitated the guitar riff again and continued to pour more tears.
"Need a woman gonna hold my hand, won't tell me no lies, make me a happy man!"
Mark wept without even realizing the exact source of his unhappiness. He had always sung this song before and during the days when he dated Cindy. He always believed that this song was referring to her, but for some reason, he was not happy. While Mark was singing and weeping, Cindy decided she could not take it anymore. She marched outside their bedroom and walked up to Mark. She slapped him across the face.
"Shut up! It's annoying! And also, you ain't happy?! Huh?!"
Mark was about to yell back, but Cindy turned away from him and went back to their bedroom. He was hoping that the trip to Paris would help strengthen their bond. Would it work?...No! It will! It has to!
Chapter I: Crushed Hopes
Once the day had come for the trip, Mark and Cindy were extremely anxious. Mark had high hopes for rekindling the fire with his wife. A factor that increased Mark's hopes was him blue balling. He had been denied sex since that night he got drunk. Cindy, however, had been contacting a couple of secret lovers to fulfill her sexual needs. She was excited for the trip to Paris, not for rekindling, but for sex with a man from Europe. It was always something she wanted to try.
The couple had left home, boarded the plane, and was on their way to Paris. They sat there excited for what was to come. Mark took Cindy's hand and smiled at her. She smiled back, pretending that she was looking forward to spending time with him. Unfortunately, Mark took her smile as a sincere one.
Once they got off the plane, they headed for the Hotel. The place was beautiful and the staff was courteous. As they got to their room, they were amazed by the view that it offered and the décor. The place had nothing but white cloth and shiny gold color on whatever was made of metal. Even the phone was gold. This of course was not real gold, but the two enjoyed the scenery nonetheless. Cindy jumped on the bed and enjoyed the soft touch of its comforter and pillows. Mark joined her by lying next to her. He put his arm over her and smiled as he said,
"I love you."
"I love you too honey."
Mark was excited. He wanted to order room service and have a romantic dinner with his wife. It would be just the two of them. He kissed his wife and she gave a gentle peck back. It was actually almost time for dinner and he asked her,
"Are you hungry?"
"Yeah! I'm famished. I looked up restaurants and found out that there's a nice one close by. It's actually walking distance."
"Oh...I was hoping to dine here. Just the two of us."
Cindy did not like that. There would be no way for her to meet anyone if she stayed in the hotel with Mark. She responded,
"Oh come on honey, don't be antisocial."
"Oh no, I'm not trying to be antisocial, it's just—"
"Good, then we're going to the restaurant."
Mark did not want to mess things up now. He knew Cindy would be angry if he tried to sway her decision. So, he just went with it. He thought to himself,
'Well, it would be nice to explore around...yeah, why not, what's the harm in going to a restaurant instead?'
The two changed into dressier clothes and left their hotel suite. They walked according to the directions Cindy's phone was giving them. Mark grabbed Cindy's hand and held it firmly. She looked back to confirm what she was feeling on her hand and then quickly returned her eyes to her phone.
Cindy was more concerned about the restaurant than spending time with Mark. He could see it, but he took it as her being excited to try the place. Cindy stopped looking at the phone and looked forward. It said that her destination was right in front of her. She smiled as she exclaimed,
"I found you!"
The couple walked in and were greeted by the hostess,
"Bonsoir! Do you have a reservation?"
"Clark, table for two."
'She made reservations?' Mark thought. 'She must have planned this one. I guess she never intended to eat in the hotel.'
The hostess checked and confirmed. She showed them to their table. Mark did not appreciate Cindy's one sided decision. However, he supposed it was the same thing as a man making reservations and surprising his woman. This was just the reverse. Sadly, Mark could not have been further from the truth.
Cindy looked at the menu and Mark did the same. Once he had found something he liked, he closed the menu and looked towards his wife. He smiled at her, admiring her beauty. Cindy noticed him looking at her and smiled back at him. She gave him a casual smile, but it soon turned to a smile of lust the moment their waiter came. A man with a short black ponytail greeted them,
"Bonsoir! Monsieur, Madame, my name is Alexandre. I'll be your waiter tonight. How may I serve you?"
Cindy ordered wine and Mark ordered some water. Wine was not his thing. However, Alexandre began to jokingly call him a lightweight and compliment Cindy on her tolerance. Most men would take offense, but Mark did not. He just took it as the waiter joking around. What Mark did not approve of was Cindy's flirtatious behavior towards Alexandre. He let it slide just this once, not wanting to make a scene.
Although Mark had put up with that, Cindy continued to flirt with Alexandre while they ordered their food. What made matters worse was when he started to flirt back. Alexandre took their orders and left. Mark studied Cindy's body language and speech patterns while he said,
"Alexandre is a cool guy."
"Yeah, he sure is." Cindy said with a smile.
Cindy was not even looking at him while saying that. She was staring at Alexandre's butt.
Cindy jumped at Mark's sudden increase of volume in his voice and yelled,
"I love you honey."
"Love you." Cindy said in a half-assed tone.
Mark was feeling very uncomfortable. It was clear that Cindy was not here for him. She was here for Alexandre. He began to lose his cool and asked Cindy in a distrustful tone,
"Do you mean it?"
Cindy turned to him and got angry. She replied,
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like!"
"What? Do you wanna hear me say no?!"
"I want you to be honest!"
"It doesn't fucking matter! You're gonna get mad either way!"
"I see the way you look at him!"
"Here's an idea, why don't I fuck him and you can go fuck yourself!"
Mark slammed his palms on the table. The sound of the plates and utensils shaking were given off. He almost yelled in the restaurant.
People in their proximity looked towards them. Cindy turned away from him and said,
"Oh yeah, real mature..."
That made Mark even angrier. Could she not understand that they still had trust issues? Mark wanted to leave, but he did not want to abandon his wife. So he decided to excuse himself to the bathroom. He could not be around her right now. Cindy mumbled,
Alexandre returned to the table with dinner. He noticed Mark was not at the table and asked,
"Mademoiselle, where is your husband?"
"Oh who cares, say Alexandre, what are you doing later tonight?"
Cindy reached out and caressed his hand. Alexandre knew where this was going. He boldly responded,
"Please, call me Alex. And as for what I'm doing tonight, it's a very beautiful American girl named Cindy."
Cindy's face lit up. She knew she would be getting laid tonight. She never really understood why a woman should be forced to have only one sexual partner in marriage. It was a joke to her. She gave him her number and he smiled. They noticed Mark coming back, having calmed down from earlier. Alexandre left the table and Cindy said to him briskly,
Once Mark sat down, Cindy greeted him with,
"Took you long enough."
Mark wanted her to stop, but he felt that he was in no position to demand that when he himself had let his emotions get the best of him. He apologized,
"Hey Cindy, I'm sorry, I let things get to me. I have no one to blame but myself."
"...uh...yeah, well you should be."
Mark and Cindy ate together, but he was not enjoying himself. He was starting to get depressed again. He just wanted to drink his scotch. After the uncomfortable dinner atmosphere, Mark gave Alexandre a big tip and said,
"Thank you Alexandre."
"No Monsieur, thank you." Alexandre said, knowing that he was getting an even bigger tip than Mark knew.
The couple walked back and Cindy was quiet. She thought about Alexandre while Mark thought about her. He gently took her hand and she looked at their hands touch, but she quickly looked away, clearly not caring. Once they made it back to their suite, Mark threw himself on their bed. Cindy's phone went off and she checked to see who had texted her. It was a new number, but the text read,
-cindy? this is alex
-hey sexy, when are you free?
-any time after 10, let me know when you are
-okay, just got to sneak out, maybe in an hour or so
-I'll be waiting :)
"Who's that?" Mark asked curiously.
"My secret lover." Cindy joked.
"God Mark! Take a fucking chill pill!"
Mark could not stop being bothered by Cindy's cruel jokes. She had cheated four months ago and two times prior. She could be a bit more considerate of his feelings. He wanted to have his wife all to himself and did not want to share her with any other man. What was so wrong about that?
Mark believed that when you take your vows, you vow to be faithful to your spouse—unless you were a swinger, but that needed to be approved by your spouse and he did not approve. He knew Cindy would never approve of him sleeping with other women. It was completely unfair. Why was he not allowed to get some pussy from someone else if she was getting dick from someone else? However, Mark did not need that. He knew that all he needed was Cindy. He saw no other woman the way he saw Cindy. He loved her and no one else.
Mark remained quiet after Cindy's chill pill remark. She then said angrily to him,
"You know what, if you're gonna be a baby about it, then you can fucking sleep on the couch!"
Mark sat up and said,
"No! We're both sleeping on the bed!"
"The bed is only for mature adults you baby!"
"Cindy, I'm not sleeping on the couch!"
Mark was quiet. Cindy yelled at him louder now.
"I'm leaving! I can't stand when you're like this! When I get back, you better be sleeping on the couch!"
"Now wait just a min—"
Cindy had left Mark in the room to God knows where. The trip did not turn out the way he wanted it to be. Depression was kicking in and there was no booze to help him now. Mark was tired, so he decided against buying some and chose to sleep instead. It was a cheaper alternative.
Chapter II: Is This Love?
Mark was sleeping peacefully on the bed when he felt Cindy shaking him. She called to him,
"Mark, honey, wake up."
"Mmm...what?" Mark moaned groggily.
He turned over to see Cindy in sexy white lingerie. She gave him an embarrassed expression due to her appearance and said,
"I'm sorry honey. I do love you. You up for some fun?"
Mark felt his cock become erect in a split second. He said "yes!" quickly and removed his pants to show Cindy his hardness. She giggled and went through his bag. Mark was confused by this. What was she up to? She pulled out his ipod and went to her luggage. She pulled out portable speakers for the ipod and hooked it up. She placed the ipod and its speakers on the shelf next to the bed and pressed play. 'Is This Love' by Whitesnake began to play. The environment felt so surreal.
Cindy climbed on top of the bed slowly to keep Mark in suspense. She crawled towards him while she smiled seductively. She exposed her breasts to him and rubbed them for his entertainment. She rubbed her nipples with each respective pointer finger and asked,
"Are they okay?"
"You're breasts are beautiful!"
Cindy blushed and stopped. She crawled closer and began to rub his thighs. Once the second verse began, Cindy grabbed Mark's testicles and stroked his cock. He inhaled and exhaled nervously, enjoying the stimulation. The stroking and ball play felt wonderful, especially because Mark had been blue balling. The song expressed his feelings as Cindy played with his genitals. The song went on: "...cuz I don't think I can take anymore."
Cindy stopped stroking Mark and opened her mouth. When the chorus began with 'Is this love', his cock went in her mouth. She bobbed her head to the beat of the song. He could feel the warm wet feeling of her mouth. He wanted to squirt his cum inside the moment it was in. Never, had Cindy pleasure him while they listened to his music. He was not even allowed to play any form of rock while she was in the car. This was a dream come true. The song made Cindy's blowjob touch him on an emotional level strangely. She stared into his eyes as she blew him. This was not something she usually did. He was loving it. When he really thought about it, Cindy did look a bit like the woman in the music video. Her body type at least.
The song continued with the end of the chorus, going '...a hold on me.' As the chorus ended and the guitars harmonized together, Cindy pulled his cock out of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and smiled at him while licking the tip. She wiggled it around, giving Mark unbelievable pleasure. He did his best not to cum and somehow succeeded. As the guitars stopped and the next verse started, Cindy stopped licking and climbed on top of him. She rubbed his cock against the outside, giving her pleasure as well. Her clitoris and the bottom of his head rubbed against each other. They moaned together from their mutual stimulation. Mark could feel just how wet she was. Her secretions were getting on his cock.
Cindy raised her body and let his cock press at her entrance. The song's verse was ending with '...so I can hold you in my arms.' As the chorus began again with 'Is this love', Mark felt his cock slip into his wife. Cindy was grinding her pussy on him. She looked into his eyes as she fucked his cock passionately. She humped to the beat of the song. He grabbed her breasts and played with them. Once the solo started, everything appeared to be in slow motion. The guitar solo mixed with Cindy's moaning sounded angelic to Mark. Cindy moaned to him,
"Oh Mark! Make love to me!"
Mark began to force his cock in deeper, causing Cindy to moan louder. He did not care if the neighbors complained. This was the hottest sex he had ever had with Cindy. She reached down to stroke her clitoris. She screamed,
"Oh Mark! I'm cumming!"
"Me too baby!" Mark cried.
"Please honey! Cum inside me!"
Mark began to squirt his cum inside Cindy. He felt her pussy contracting as he did this, which only served to make his ejaculation more pleasurable. He could feel his cock shooting load after load, filling her. He came so much that his cum was leaking out of Cindy even though his cock was still inside. She moaned sensually,
"Oh baby...yes...Mark...aw yes."
Mark felt satisfied and he could see that Cindy was too. The chorus at the end was repeating and fading out. He enjoyed the feeling of Cindy's insides as he heard 'Is this love or am I dreaming. Is this the love, that I've been searching for...' Cindy called for his attention,
"Oh! Getting a bit rough aren't we? Hehe."
"Aw, Cindy, it's starting to hurt. Please sto—"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Mark woke up on the bed to find Cindy yelling at him. Her hair was a mess and she smelled of sweat. She demanded from him,
"Get the fuck off the bed!"
Mark now remembered his current situation. He refused, but she continued to slap his face. He told her to stop, but she still continued to slap. He insisted on staying on the bed. Cindy lifted her leg and kicked Mark on his side, hitting his rib and causing him to fall off. Cindy lied down and said,
"Don't you dare climb back on here you fucking baby!"
Mark remained silent and bitterly walked to the couch. He lied on it and angrily thought,
'Is this love? No, I was fucking dreaming.'
Chapter III: Further Downhill
Mark woke up with a stiff neck. He knew it was from sleeping on the couch. He was not happy with how his little vacation was going with Cindy. The moment they get to the hotel, he planned to order room service, but what does Cindy say? She wants to dine at a fancy restaurant. He takes her there and what does she do? Flirt with the waiter. When he attempts to be reasonable and apologetic, how does she react? She accuses and blames him, which led to him sleeping on the couch while she slept like a baby on the bed. He turned to find her sleeping on the bed alone.
Mark felt that coming to this place was a mistake. He loved Cindy so much, but she had been mistreating him lately...more than usual. He hopped in the shower, making sure not to wake Cindy up. He turned it on and the moment the hot water hit his body, he felt better.
'I think this is the best thing I've experienced since I got here.'
Which really was not much to say. Mark hated to admit that, but it was true. The rekindling of their marriage was something he truly looked forward to, but if Cindy was only interested in the waiter, then what could he do?
'I got it! We could go sightseeing!'
Mark quickly finished his shower and got out. He dried himself off and changed into a fresh set of clothes. He opened the door to find Cindy still sleeping. He always found her sleeping face to be the most adorable thing in the world. Cindy was cute to him no matter what way he looked at her. Mark made a couple of phone calls and he soon had a rental car available for them.
Cindy began to open her eyes; she saw Mark greet her with a smile. She wondered what he was smiling about.
"Good morning honey, I got us a car, we're gonna go sightseeing today!"
"Yup, I wanted to take my beautiful wife around the place and spend some time with her."
"Why didn't you tell me this?!"
"It's a surprise! Just get ready and we'll go."
'Oh great! There goes my plans with Alex today!...at least I was lucky enough to fuck him last night. I better text him.'
"Mark, honey, I'll go get ready."
"Okay babe, breakfast is downstairs."
Cindy went to the bathroom and quickly texted Alexandre,
-my idiot husband made a surprise sightsee
-last night was incredible though, we'll continue it later today ;)
-not a problem
-let me know when you get back
-I will ;)
Cindy put down her phone and took off her clothes. She showered quickly and was out the door with Mark in less than twenty minutes.
They got into the car and Mark was thrilled. Cindy gave him back the same enthusiasm, but it was all just a farce. First place Mark took Cindy to was the most stereotypical place: The Eiffel Tower. Mark had high hopes since Paris was a city of romance. However, during the drive, Mark could not help but notice Cindy checking her phone periodically.
He parked and took Cindy with him when they finally made it. Even during their walk to the Eiffel Tower, Cindy still occasionally looked at her phone and texted. It made Mark uneasy. When the tower was right in front of them, Mark asked her,
"Alright, you ready to go all the way to the top?"
"What?! Cindy, I didn't just drive here just to see the tower up close and leave."
"I don't feel like it."
This made Mark upset. Cindy did not have the decency to even look at him while denying him. Her eyes were glued to her phone. Cindy sent her text and said to Mark,
"Okay, we're done, let's go now."
"But...we just got here!"
"And now we're leaving. Let's go!"
"Come on Cindy, for me?"
"God! It's always gotta be about you! If I don't want it, then you can't fucking force me!"
Mark could see that there was just no getting through to her. Her sour attitude seemed to have come back again from last night. He did not understand why she was so irritated with him. He decided to leave. She was right; he could not force her. He drove to another location, the Notre Dame Cathedral. Unfortunately, Mark was met with the same cold behavior and attitude. Cindy was genuinely uninterested. It really hurt Mark to see that. He took time in the morning to get a car for him to drive her around just to not be paid attention to. It was the same no matter where he went. From Centre Pompidou to the Louvre Museum. It did not matter. Cindy was too concerned with her phone.
The two finished their visits to the tourist attractions. However, Mark was not happy with Cindy's behavior. Once he started the car, he asked her without any attitude,
"Do you not wanna be here?"
Cindy finished texting and replied angrily,
"What are saying?! What? I'm a stupid bitch who doesn't deserve you?!"
"No, it's just—"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Mark decided not to talk anymore. It was just a waste of time at this point. He put the car in reverse and left. It seemed that his get away with his wife kept getting worse and worse.
He looked on the road to calm himself. He got annoyed from the voice of the GPS, so he turned it off. He was not very happy right now. He continued to drive without knowing where he was going. He just needed to get his mind off of how upset he was. Soon, he found himself driving by the countryside. He was glad that they were driving in an area so quaint. Lots of fields and no cars to be seen but his own on the road. He noticed a black mansion standing all on its own to his right, but other than that, it was peaceful. Mark knew that if he kept it like this, his mood would be better in no time...but life can be so cruel sometimes. The car broke down with smoke fuming out of its hood. Mark complained,
"Oh no! Now what?! You gotta be fucking kidding me!"
Cindy groaned in irritation. She asked Mark,
"What's the problem?!"
"I don't know!"
Mark was not too much of a grease monkey or an engineer for that matter. So he decided to call for help. He checked in his pocket for his phone, but it was not there.
'Damn! I must have left it on the bed!'
"Hey babe, can I borrow your phone? I forgot mine at the hotel."
Cindy groaned in irritation again. She was about to give Mark a hard time, but then she saw that her phone just died. The sexting last night and all of today took its toll on her phone's battery. She was pissed.
"Oh, you gotta be fucking joking! My phone's dead!"
Mark hit the car's steering wheel out of frustration, causing it to honk its horn. He put his hands to his face, unsure of what to do now. He thought of his options,
'The hotel number is the only number we know. It's the only contact that knew us. What are emergency numbers in France?...what does it matter?...we have no working phone to begin with. There's no repair shop within a hundred miles. No houses either...the mansion!'
"Cindy, honey, I saw a mansion back there not too long ago. We can ask them for a ride."
"This is just great! God! I just wanted to visit a masseur today and relax! Why did you have to fuck that up?!"
Truth was, she was going to use that as an excuse to have sex with Alexandre again.
"You know what Cindy, fffffuu—" Mark restrained himself again. He continued in a calm sad tone, on the verge of crying, "I planned this for you. All of this was for you. I didn't do this purely for sightseeing. The most important thing was to spend time with you. The reason why is because you are the most important thing in my life."
Mark was good at restraining himself and turning the conversation around. It was much like avoiding a war. Asserting yourself without being too aggressive to start a fight. Cindy was good at twisting Marks words and turning it into making her out to be the victim and him be the asshole. However, Mark had won this time. She could not find a counter for that moment.
"...let's just get to that mansion and head back to the hotel." Cindy said bitterly.
"Alright, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can get you that massage."
As the couple walked in the direction towards the mansion, thirty minutes had passed and they still saw no building. Cindy's mood spiraled down exponentially.
"Are you sure there was a mansion?"
"Yeah, it was a big black one."
"You better not be making this up."
"I'm not, I promise."
"And why exactly are we out here anyways?! What does this have to do with anything you planned for today?"
Mark was unsure of how to handle that question. If he told her that he was angry or even upset with her, then she would throw a tantrum. However, he did blame himself. He thought in his head,
'If I had just controlled my emotions, then this wouldn't have happened.'
"Hellooooo! Mark, answer me!" Cindy interrupted his train of thought.
"Oh, sorry, I...it's my fault. I got sidetracked and ended up going the wrong way."
"What?! Are you fucking serious?! You better know how to get us back! You better not be lost!"
"Everything will be fine, in the—"
"In the end, it'll all work out." Cindy said, mockingly imitating Mark's catch phrase.
Mark could not take talking to Cindy at the moment, so he stopped talking. Cindy, however, continued to beat on Mark verbally,
"God! If we just didn't go out, then we wouldn't be in this mess!"
Mark laughed in his head as he thought,
'You're the one who said to go out last night and not be antisocial while staying in the room.'
"It's all your fault!"
"There it is!"
Mark pointed to the black mansion. Cindy looked and could not believe it. There was a big black mansion in the middle of nowhere. She toned down her beating on Mark.
"Let's just go already, the situation's already bad enough as it is."
Chapter IV: The Mansion and the Mistress
After a few more minutes of walking, the couple had finally made it to the mansion. Mark saw that they needed to enter a big garden arch with doors in order to reach the front door of the building. The garden arch had a pointy gothic style to it. Mark did not want to trespass, so he looked for any door bells or intercom buttons. He found none, so he decided to enter the front yard garden. Luckily for him and Cindy, the doors of the arch were not pad locked. He opened them and entered the garden with Cindy.
The garden had quiet the elegant design. It was clear that the plants had been maintained. The hedges were well kept and there were plenty of black roses with a hint of dark red. Mark even thought that the black gothic designed benches were well placed. However, the stone statues appeared to be on the fragile side. They were gargoyles with cracks on them, which showed age. Mark supposed that they served to be the garden gnomes. There was even a fountain with a statue of Cupid in the middle with water coming out of his penis, going into the fountain. It seemed a tad bit more recent than the gargoyles. Overall, Mark was liking the scenery.
'Man, the owner really took care of the front yard garden, but the statues could use a bit of replacement.' Mark thought to himself.
Mark admired the place, but Cindy was getting the creeps from it. Who kept creepy gargoyles and black roses of death in their garden? Once Mark was done looking around, it was then that he noticed it had gotten darker and thought to himself,
'Alright, it's probably around 7ish since its already getting dark and its summer...Wait, the car broke down about six! So, we've been walking for a whole hour?! No wonder why Cindy kept getting mad at me...Well, it'll all be over soon. I'll ask the owner of the mansion for assistance kindly and it should be smooth sailing from here.'
Mark and Cindy approached the door. He could see the face of a fierce dragon in the middle of the door. It had a big ring in its mouth. Cindy found it to be quite scary. She thought to herself,
'My God! Who would want this as a door knocker?!'
Mark smiled as he thought,
'Man, I gotta get me one of these.'
He grabbed the ring of the door knocker and began to knock.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The two waited for a few seconds and soon the door began to open. It was a beautiful woman who was dressed as a French maid. Her skin was a bit on the pale side, but appeared very smooth—at least in Mark's opinion. She had brown eyes to match her lovely long brunette hair and her breasts were without a doubt C's. Her stockings and high heels were quite seductive as well. She greeted them in French,
"Bonsoir, puis-je vous aider?"
"Uh...hi...do you speak English?"
The maid said with a thick French accent,
"I apologize. Good evening Monsieur, may I help you?"
"Oh...Hi, my name is Mark and this is my wife Cindy. Our car broke down and we were wondering if we could get a ride or use a phone to get back to our hotel."
The maid looked hesitant. She apologized,
"I am sorry Monsieur, Madame, but—"
A voice from behind the maid said, "Let them in Renee." It had a thick French accent as well.
"As you wish Mistress. Please, come in."
The maid opened the door to let Mark and Cindy in. The couple could see that the mansion's interior design was that of a medieval castle, mixed with a gothic design from a heavy metal music video. Everything was black and white, with the exception of some red from candles, furniture cushion, and banners that reached from the ceiling to just above the ground. There was an indoor balcony in front of Mark and Cindy. It had two identical curved stairs going from the balcony's sides down to where they were. Behind each curved set of stairs, there were hallways that led to other places of the mansion. Mark joked to himself,
'Geez, talk about the Addams Family, haha.'
As Mark looked up, he saw who the voice belonged to. The Mistress that the maid referred to was very beautiful as well. Like the maid, her skin was on the pale side, but flawless. Her long straight hair was raven black. Her eyes were green and her figure was spectacular. She had a flat stomach and clearly a D cup. Her makeup was gothic, which went well with the contrast of her skin. She reminded Mark of Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark. Except, hotter and with a less funky hairdo. Not that he was trying to check her out. Cindy did not like her right off the bat, nor the maid. There was something quite off about them to her. The woman spoke,
"Welcome. My name is Edith, Edith De Sauveterre and this is my loyal servant Renee."
Renee bowed and said politely,
"A pleasure to meet you."
Mark gave Edith a friendly smile and responded,
"Mark Clark. This is my wife Cindy. Our car broke down and we were wondering if you could help us get back to our hotel. It's the Beau Cygne."
"I am sorry Monsieur. We have no telephone and we have no car. We do not even have any electricity. All we have here are horses."
"Oh, I see."
"But, you are welcomed to spend the night here. I would hate to turn down people who are in need of help."
Mark tried to think of what to do now,
'Well, we could stay and then leave and walk back until we reach the nearest phone. We could hitch hike, but there were no cars driving in the area but mine...I don't think she's lying. The only source of light here are flames from either candles or touches. I doubt Cindy would want to walk during this time while it's dark outside. It would be too much to ask to borrow the horses. I guess there's no other way.'
Mark gave his initial refusal,
"Miss De Sauveterre, I wouldn't want to intrude."
"Oh nonsense! It has been ages since we had guests. Please stay. Are you hungry? I can have dinner prepared."
Mark did not want to be rude. He decided to accept, but Cindy started to whisper to him,
"Mark! Let's just go! I don't like this place! I don't like that maid! And I especially don't like Dracula's wife up there!"
"Cindy! Don't be rude!" Mark whispered back.
"I would advise leaving later during the daytime tomorrow. You may never know who or what may lurk in the dark." Renee informed them.
"Oh, then it appears we have no other choice then. If it's not too much to ask, may we spend the night here Miss De Sauveterre?"
"Of course Monsieur, and please, call me Edith."
"Oh, okay, merci...Edith. You can call me Mark."
The two traded platonic smiles. Cindy did not approve however.
"Very well Mark, Renee will show you to your room. In the morning, we shall ride back into town. The horses are likely sleeping at the moment."
"You will?! Merci Edith! Merci! Merci! Oh! Also, we ate not too long ago. Please don't trouble yourself for us anymore than you already have."
"As you wish Mark. If you or your wife change your mind, please do not hesitate to let us know."
Edith turned and left the balcony heading to her chamber, which was to Mark and Cindy's left. Mark could not help but notice that Edith had quite the ass as well. It was nice and round, but not too big. It was very tight. It was actually a lot nicer than Cindy's, but being the faithful husband he was, he did not want to think much of it.
"Maaaaark." Cindy grunted his name, obviously unhappy with his decision to stay.
"Right this way Monsieur, Madame."
Renee picked up a fancy black candelabrum with three lit red candles and led Mark and Cindy up. She took them to the right side of the balcony. Mark turned his head left to see what was on the side Edith left to. It was a hallway that was identical to the one Renee was leading them to.
Once Mark, Cindy, and Renee reached their destination, Renee pulled out a key and unlocked the door. She took a step inside and lit the candles within the room to reveal a queen sized bed with a glossy black bedframe, red bed sheets with a black comforter on top, and white pillows. To the right of the bed was a black gothic styled dresser with a silver tray on top of it. Upon the tray was a silver bell. However, the shininess of the tray and bell appeared to have a hint of black due to the colors of the room. To the left of the bed was a big mirror with a black gothic styled frame. Renee bowed again and said to Mark, while completely ignoring Cindy in the process,
"The bathroom is just down the hall and there is a bathhouse downstairs. Just head to the East wing, it is the opposite side of the dining room. If you need me, simply ring the bell there next to your bed. There are some fresh clothes in the wardrobe. Please enjoy your stay Monsieur."
"Please, call me Mark, merci."
"As you wish, Mark."
Renee left the room and closed the door quietly. Once Mark turned around, he was immediately met with Cindy's hand.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I told you I didn't wanna stay here! This place gives me the fucking creeps and so do those French whores!"
"Hey! Don't call them that! They have been nothing but hospitable to us and besides, would you rather walk at night and get robbed for all we know?!"
"Ow! Stop that!"
"Fucking grow a pair!"
The two continued to argue. Mark could tell that Cindy was a bit jealous of Edith and Renee's bodies. He knew Cindy was insecure about her breast size. That was why she always liked to show off her butt. It was her best asset. However, Edith beat her in both departments and he figured that that was the reason why she disliked her more than the maid. Mark was losing his temper and could not withstand it anymore. He raised his voice at Cindy, which only served to make Cindy yell back. The two argued with each other and neither were sure of when it would end. The only thing they could agree on was that they were both angry at each other.
Outside the room, Renee stood there, listening to their argument. She heard one of them get hit by something. Something blunt. It was not a slap. Whatever it was, it stopped the argument. She then heard Cindy say,
"This is all your fault! Don't blame me!"
The noise ceased to continue and Renee walked away. She headed to Edith to report back to her.
Chapter V: The Bathhouse
Renee entered Edith's study room, which was located at the left hallway. Edith was sitting at her desk. It was placed in front of a ten foot tall window that was five feet wide. The window had a gothic design with a pointed arch on top. It faced the door that Renee entered. The interior, like the rest of the mansion, was nothing but black and white with some red cushion on her furniture and red candles. Edith was staring at an open faded golden locket in her hand. She knew Renee was in the room, so she closed it and put it down on her desk. She placed it next to a human skull with a red candle burning on top of it. Before Renee could notify Edith of her entry, Edith asked,
"What do you make of those two Renee?"
"The woman dislikes like us."
"Was that not obvious?"
"The man seems to be very appreciative of your kindness Mistress. That putain had the audacity to call us putains! However, the man defended us and called us hospitable."
"What would you like me to do Mistress?"
"Just keep an eye on them for now Renee."
"As you wish Mistress."
Renee bowed and was about to leave, but Edith stopped her,
"You did well, here is your reward."
Edith got up from her chair and walked towards the front of her desk. She removed her underwear and pulled up her dress. She then sat on her desk and spread her legs, exposing her shaved pussy. Renee was excited.
"Oh thank you Mistress!" Renee said cheerfully.
Renee walked up to Edith and kneeled before her. She used her fingers to spread Edith's lips and began to laps at her pussy. Edith cocked her head back and moaned to the ceiling,
Renee licked from Edith's vaginal opening up to the hole of her urethra. She gave it a couple of small licks, then moved to her clitoris. She licked upwards and then moved around her clitoral hood in a circular fashion. Edith grabbed Renee's head and stroked her hair in approval. She closed her eyes and continued to pet Renee as she went to work on her pussy. Edith was extremely horny today and wanted more than just masturbation.
"Oh Renee, it feels so good!"
Renee stuck two fingers in Edith's pussy and moved them in and out. Edith was extremely wet, making it all the more easier for Renee. Renee curved her fingers and massaged Edith's G-spot as she licked her clitoris. Edith was close to cumming. She let go of Renee and busted out her D's. She massaged them and then rubbed her nipples in a circular fashion. She stopped caressing and switched to pinching her nipples. Edith opened her mouth and shut her eyes. She moaned loudly,
"Renee! I'm cumming!"
Renee stopped licking and pulled out her fingers. Edith began to squirt into her mouth. She obediently opened wide and made sure that none of it spilled on the floor. She swallowed Edith's cum without hesitation. It tasted delicious to her as always.
Edith calmed down and opened her eyes. She looked down to see Renee licking up whatever she missed off the desk. Edith caressed Renee's cum covered face and said,
"I think I need to take a bath now. Just fuel the boiler and you are dismissed."
The two smiled at each other and Renee finished cleaning up...
Soon after their fight, Mark walked downstairs from the balcony with clothes that were in the wardrobe. He took a left as Renee instructed him. He could see the dining area to his right, so he knew he was going the correct way. He felt that a bath would make him feel better. His eye was hurting. It was swollen and extremely sensitive. Cindy had thrown a dragon paper weight at his face. It was the closest thing she could grab in the room and it was a direct hit to his right eye.
Mark checked a couple of doors but found no bathtub. He checked the last door to his right and finally found a bathhouse with torches inside lighting it brightly. Warm air immediately hit him. The bathhouse gave Mark a very tranquil feeling having its white color with some marvel stone. The tub was the size of a pool and very much looked like one. It was obvious that it was meant for more than one person at a time. It was a nice change up from the gloomy gothic design of the mansion. Not that Mark was really bothered by it. He was about to enter, but saw Edith in a black robe with a towel. Edith saw how swollen Mark's right eye was and gasped,
"Oh dear! Mark! What happened?!"
"Oh, my eye? Uh...well, I tripped and my face hit the dresser."
"That looks terrible. Let me put some medicine on that."
"Oh no, I'm okay. I took care of it. Thank you though. Merci." Mark smiled at her, trying to defuse her concern.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure, merci."
"Alright, please notify me if something like this happens again."
"I will, um...were you going to bathe?"
"Yes, but please, you can go in first."
"Oh no, ladies first."
"Such a gentleman...but you are my guest and it would please me if you entered first and experienced the bathhouse."
Mark, again, did not want to be rude, so he accepted. He entered the bathhouse and looked inside to see that it was much bigger than he thought. There were three showers that were to his left and a big tub that was on his right. There were counters on the sides and hooks on the wall to hang clothes and towels. Facing the bathtub was a counter with a big mirror on top of it. In front of the mirror were a bunch of jars, bottles, and other containers. They appeared to be cosmetics. Mark liked the set up, but something bothered him. He noticed steam from the tub. He questioned in his head,
'Steam? Do they really have electricity then?'
"If you are curious of the source of hot water, it is the boiler room. We burn wood as fuel."
Mark turned and saw Edith in front of the door he had entered. She closed it and put her towel on a counter. She undid her robe and it fell to the ground. Mark saw everything: her flawless pale skin, her large breasts with pink nipples, her sexy curves around her hips, her cute, shaven little pink pussy. Mark panicked,
Mark immediately put his hands to his face to cover his eyes. He completely forgot about his swollen eye and ended up tapping the sensitive area. Mark moved his hands out of natural response from the pain he inflicted on himself accidentally. He got another look at Edith's perfect body. Edith said out of worry,
"You poor dear, let me get some medicine for that."
Mark shut his eyes in an attempt to stop seeing Edith naked, but that gave him more pain. He opened them back up quickly. He saw Edith's ass move side to side as she walked to the counter with the different cosmetics. Mark decided to face away since he did not want to hurt himself accidentally anymore. He spoke to Edith as she walked back to him,
"Why are you in here with me?!"
"I wanted to take a bathe with you and talk."
"I'm sorry, but I'm married."
"Mark, turn around, I will apply some of this medicine."
"Please put your clothes back on."
"There is nothing wrong with bathing together. It is no different from talking while eating."
"Please Edith, Cindy wouldn't appreciate this."
"...very well then." Edith sighed.
Edith put her robe back on and let Mark know it was safe to look. He turned and saw Edith clothed, holding some kind of small jar filled with cream. She smeared some on her pointer and middle fingers and put the small jar down. Edith bent over and reached for Mark's right eye. Mark gulped as he got a full view of Edith's cleavage. He was too distracted to see what Edith's hand was doing over his wounded eye. It began to glow white, but before Mark looked away from her cleavage and towards her face, the glowing had stopped. She saw that he was looking and applied the cream gently. The sensation of Edith's touch was very uncomfortable for Mark, but it was not too painful. She was doing a good job at being gentle. She announced,
"Yes, how do you feel?"
"Actually, the pain feels like it reduced significantly all of a sudden. Merci!"
Surprisingly, Edith stayed with Mark in the bathroom and they both socialized. Edith talked about France and its culture. Mark talked to her about America. The two enjoyed each other's company. Everything was platonic until they came to an awkward silence.
"...you want to bathe with me do you not?"
Mark looked into Edith's eyes and immediately felt himself enter a hypnotic state. He soon lost all control of his body and his mouth moved on its own. It answered for him,
Edith smiled and removed her robe. Mark was conscious of what was happening, but he could not control his body. He could see what was occurring.
'What?! Why did I say sure?! No!...No! No! No!'
Edith exposed her body to him and smiled. He could see her beauty once more. His body began to strip on its own. Mark yelled at himself, inside his head,
'No! What are you doing?! You're married!'
Mark exposed his body to Edith. She stared in amazement. He was very well toned and his thick cock was fully erect. It was a full ten inches. Edith blushed and the room was silent for almost a minute as she stared at his cock. She snapped out of her trance and apologized,
She sat in the bath and Mark followed. He sat next to her and faced her. Edith spoke to him with a sad expression,
"It has been very lonely...I have had no one but Renee keeping me company. It is pleasant to meet someone new to talk to."
"Oh, I see."
Mark felt bad for Edith. She was in the middle of nowhere. It must get pretty boring. Edith closed her eyes and slowly moved her lips towards Mark.
'Oh shit! No!'
She put her right hand on his face and her left reached for his cock to stroke it. Mark's body started to move on its own again. He kissed her neck and she closed her eyes.
'No! This isn't good! This isn't good!'
She moaned as his hand made it to her pussy. He rubbed her clitoris as she stroked his cock. Mark looked into her beautiful green eyes and they kissed again. Mark's body sniffed Edith's neck and he now knew how pleasant she smelled. He stuck his middle finger and pointer into her pussy and she moved closer to him, pressing her breasts on him. She clung to him and moaned as he finger fucked her. She stroked his cock faster.
'Stop it! Mark! You gotta stop! What if Cindy caught you?!'
Mark relentlessly attempted to tell himself to stop, but it was no use. His body still did as it pleased. His fingers found Edith's G-spot and stimulated it. Edith was already about to come. A man's touch was much more different than a woman's and had missed it. She dug her nails into Mark's skin as she came. She clung to him tightly and continued to stroke him. Her body shook and she finished. Mark assaulted her neck again and she moaned aloud,
Edith immediately opened her eyes and looked at Mark. Mark suddenly got back control of his body when that happened. He got out of the bath and Edith got out as well. She begged Mark,
"I don't know what I was thinking, but Cindy's gonna kill me!"
Mark got dressed and Edith grabbed her robe to quickly cover herself with one hand. She used her other hand to grab Mark by the wrist. Mark stopped and said in a stern tone,
"Edith...please let go of me."
"Please Mark, I will release you, but please listen to what I have to say!"
"Fine...what is it?" Mark sighed.
"I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me."
She let go of his wrist and he stood there. Edith could not find words to explain what happened. Mark was unsure of how to respond to her silence. After the brief pause, he opened the door and began to head out. As Mark was leaving, Edith said,
"You don't have to put up with her!"
Mark turned around and said in an angry tone,
"I know abuse when I see it. Cindy is abusing you. I know because I was a victim at one time."
Mark wanted to yell at Edith for seducing him and having the nerve to accuse Cindy. However, he remained silent because she was right. Cindy did give him this swollen eye on purpose and she had been very abusive to him verbally as of late. More than usual. Edith realized just how impolite her words were and apologized to Mark.
"I...I apologize! I should not have said that!"
Mark left the bathroom and headed for his room. He heard screaming coming from the second floor...
Chapter VI: A Monster
During the time Mark headed to the bathhouse, Cindy decided to explore the mansion. She was getting bored and she sensed no real danger in it. It creeped her out, but that did not stop her from exploring. She took one of the candles with a metal handle and explored the hallway, but when she checked each door, they were all locked. So, she decided to see what was downstairs. She assumed that everything else on the mirrored hallway was locked as well. She walked down the stairs and took a right.
She saw the dining table and could see it was meant for at least fifteen people. Although the dining room was dark with all the candles out, Cindy could still make out a pathway through the dining room to the next room. Thunder roared with some lightning lighting the room quickly. She jumped at the loud thunder.
'God! Fucking scared me!'
Once she walked through the dining room, she found herself in the kitchen. When she was in the kitchen, the thunder and lightning went off again. Cindy could see everything momentarily that she could not see in the darkness. It seemed like an ordinary kitchen. However, what she failed to see was the figure hiding in the darkness of the corner behind her. It held a dagger in its hand. Once the lightning ceased, the figure could be seen no more.
Cindy found a door to the cellar. She opened it and held the candle out to see if there was anything down there. She could only see the stairs leading to the bottom, but nothing further. The figure in the corner began to move towards Cindy. It took its steps quietly as it got closer and closer. Cindy retracted her candle when she felt a cold chill go up her spine. It felt like someone was behind her. She turned around!
Nothing...there was nothing. She took a couple of steps back due to this unexplainable fear she was starting to feel. She thought to herself,
'Someone's watching me!'
She took one more step back. Her heel went downwards. Only half of her foot was on the step. She tumbled down the stairs and fell to the ground.
She got up quickly and hoped no one heard her. She found the candle to be still lit on the ground, miraculously. She picked it up and got back on her feet. She then saw something horrific. She gasped and said in her head,
'Oh my God! Those are human skulls!'
On the table was a pile of skulls. They all seemed old, like they had aged a few hundred years. They had cobweb and dust on them. Cindy was speechless. If she did not want to leave now, this would certainly change her mind. She turned around, but heard footsteps. Cindy decided to hide under the table with the skulls on top. She blew out her candle and remained silent as she heard the footsteps descending from the stairs. She saw the person's feet. They wore those all too familiar high heels with stockings. It was Renee.
She walked closer to the table. She was obviously checking to see if anyone was down here. She walked around the cellar, but found no one. She turned back towards the stairs and began to walk up. She closed the door and Cindy started to come out. However, she bumped her head on the table and one of the skulls fell off and shattered to pieces when it hit the floor.
The door opened and Renee walked back down to see what caused the noise. She saw the shattered remains of the skull. She walked to the table and stopped right in front of it. Cindy was about to pee her pants.
'Oh shit! Oh shit!'
Suddenly, a mouse appeared from the pile of skulls and fell off the table. It quickly ran into a dark corner in search of a place to hide. Renee watched it flee and turned around. Cindy figured that Renee thought it was the mouse that shattered the skull. Once the door was closed again, Cindy waited for a couple of moments to time Renee leaving the kitchen. She got out from under the table, this time making sure not to bump her head. She climbed the stairs and opened the door. She peeked out to find no one there. She sneaked out quietly and made it through the kitchen, then the dining room, up the balcony, to the hallway.
Cindy felt relieved to know that she would make it back without being discovered. However, she saw the door to her room opened. She peeked in to find Renee inside. Cindy panicked. She did not know where to go now. She thought,
'All the other doors are locked!...The hallway on the left!'
Cindy quietly sneaked to the other side. She saw that one door was open. She peeked in to see if anyone was in there. There was no one. She sneaked in and peeked her head out of the room to see Renee leaving her room and closing the door. Cindy closed the door quickly and turned around. This room had nothing but the moonlight from the window lighting it, but Cindy could tell this room was different. It seemed like a personal study area. There were a couple of large bookshelves on the right wall. In the center of the room, there were a couple of couches and a small table. The chandelier was very elegant and there was a desk in front of the large window that let the moonlight shine into the dark room. The window had to be ten feet at the most. She explored the desk.
'Is that another skull?!'
Cindy saw a skull with an unlit red candle on top of it. However, she took it as something that was possibly plastic or ceramic. She then noticed a locket next to the skull. She picked it up and opened it. She saw an image of Edith in medieval attire on one side. On the other, she saw a man dressed in medieval clothing with a very familiar face. Cindy inspected the man's face more closely and she realized...
'He...He looks like Mark!'
At the moment of Cindy's discovery, she heard two footsteps in the room. She quickly turned around and scanned the area. She immediately spotted two ominous red eyes staring at her in the dark. It approached her slowly and she froze in place. She could not make out the face, just a black silhouette with evil red eyes.
"P-pp-pp-please don't hurt me..."
As the figure got closer, she could see its hand in the moonlight. It was holding a dagger. Cindy screamed and ran for the door. The monster was on the right side of the couches and table in the center of the room. So, she ran to the left and opened the door quickly. She heard it running towards her. She forced the door open and slammed it shut as she exited the room. She ran towards her room and looked back to see the monster slam the door open. She ran into her room and shut her door. She locked it and leaned against it to brace it. The few seconds of waiting were too long of time for suspense. The creature began to bang on her door.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Cindy put her hands on her head and continued to scream. Then it stopped. It was quiet for a few seconds again, but then she heard it turning the door knob, trying to get in. She yelled at it,
"Just leave me alone!'
"What?! What did I do?!" Mark yelled from the other side of the door.
She opened the door quickly and let him in. She hugged him and let out all of her tears. He held her in his arms and comforted her.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Cindy jumped and they both looked at the door. It was Renee and Edith.
"We heard screaming. Is everyone okay?" Edith asked.
"Yeah, I found the door locked and Cindy opened it for me. She's terrified by something."
"Oh, you poor dear. What happened?"
"Don't fucking pretend with us! You're keeping monsters in this creepy place!"
"Monsters? Whatever do you mean my dear?" Edith questioned.
"Monsters! Monsters with red eyes and knives!"
"Red eyes? And knives?" Edith said with a look of suspicion.
"Ms. Clark, are you positive it was not a nightmare?" Renee asked.
"Cindy, please, calm down—"
"No! It was real!"
"Well, we could search the mansion for this monster if it would please you." Edith offered.
"That won't be necessary Edith, thank you."
Cindy looked at Mark in disbelief. He was siding with them. He did not believe her.
"Very well. If you need us, just ring the bell." Edith reminded them. She closed the door and Cindy immediately hit Mark's face with an open hand.
"I'm telling the truth!"
"Cindy, please, maybe you dreamt it and—"
"No! It was real! These fucking bitches have skulls in their cellar and I wanna leave!"
"Babe, please, they're not bitches! They have been nothing but nice to us! And what's that about human sku—"
"Fine! Take their side! I don't give a fuck! It's because of their big racks!"
"Cindy! That has nothing to do with—"
Cindy began to insultingly mimic Edith's accent.
"Oh! Mizz-zyell Mock! Get a load of my mon-stel teetez. Come let me sow-ffocate you wit zem!"
Renee was outside on the other side of the door listening to the couple argue again.
'I really do not like this bitch.' She thought to herself.
Renee saw the door knob being turned. Cindy had had enough of this place. She turned the knob and opened the door. There was no one outside. She hurried down the stairs and heard some thunder accompanied with a flash of lightning. She did not care though. She wanted out and continued to the door. She opened the front door of the mansion only to find heavy rain outside. Mark was behind her. He was about to stop her, but quickly saw why she had stopped.
"Are you leaving?" Edith asked.
"Uh, no, even if we wanted to, it seems like we'd just catch our deaths out there."
Cindy was in a complete state of incredulousness. She was stuck here with two woman who were more attractive than her, her stupid husband, and a red eyed monster that had a knife. Mark held her hand and gently guided her back to the room. She did not resist due to her extreme feeling of hopelessness. There was no way out. Once they were back in the room, Mark guided Cindy and sat her down on the bed. He lied down on the other side next to her. He tried talking to her, but as always, she responded to him in an angry tone,
"Don't fucking talk to me..."
He gave up and turned away from her. He quickly fell sleep. Cindy lied down and stared at the ceiling, contemplating a way to escape her situation.
Chapter VII: Mark's Feelings
The hours had passed and it was already morning. Cindy looked out the window but got a disappointing answer. It was still raining heavy. She felt Mark moving on the bed as he got up.
"Oh, you're up early. How'd you sleep?"
"What the fuck do you think?"
Mark knew what that meant and refrained from talking to her. He got up to check his eye. It was a bit discolored but the swelling was completely gone, along with the pain.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"You can come in." Mark said.
The door opened and Renee came in with breakfast. There, on two silver platters, were pancakes with what looked like homemade syrup, toast with butter, and some sort of shredded meat. Renee said to Mark,
"I apologize Mark, we may not have restaurant quality, but we did our best with what we had."
"No, it looks delicious! Merci Renee!"
Renee became bashful, saying,
"Aww, it was nothing. I shall leave you to enjoy."
Mark quickly cut his pancakes and took a bite. The syrup was sweet, but not too thick. The texture of the pancake was superb. It was fluffy and warm just like how he liked it. He said to Renee before she closed the door,
"Oh my God! The pancakes and syrup are perfect!"
Renee opened the door to peek her face in and smiled at him.
"No, thank you."
Renee left with a flattered smile on her face as Mark gobbled down his food. It was one of the tastiest meals he had ever had. Once he finished, he turned to Cindy and begged,
"Babe, please come eat."
"Get the fuck out..."
"GET THE FUCK OUT!!"
"Cindy! What is the matter with you?!"
"I got an unfaithful husband who always sides with his two fake breasted whores!" Cindy got up to face Mark. She stood there in front of him and continued her accusation, "I know you check them out! You stare at them with lustful eyes! This is all your fault! You selfish bastard!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Cindy was about to slap Mark a fourth time, but he caught her by the wrist. It was his turn to yell. He had repressed his emotions and had put up with her verbal and physical oppression for long enough. He did not care if she threw another paperweight at him; he began to tear as he yelled at her,
"No! You're the unfaithful one! You're the cheater! I loved you unconditionally and have done everything I could to make you happy! It's never enough!"
Cindy did not like Mark fighting back and she definitely did not like him holding her like that. She threw her knee out and it hit his groin. He fell to his knees and covered it. The pain was excruciating. He fell to his side and Cindy stomped on him. She hit his floating rib and stomped again. She hit his ribcage this time and then ceased. She yelled at him,
"Don't ever come back!"
Mark crawled to the door and opened it. He got up and left immediately. He heard the door slam behind him. He slowly walked towards the balcony, but did not want to move down the stairs. His groin was still in pain. He stood there for a bit to let his testicles recover. Once he felt the pain decrease enough, he decided to walk it off by going to the other hallway. He saw all the doors closed except one. He walked towards it to look in as he passed it, but he saw Edith come out. She saw him and greeted him with a smile. However, it quickly left her face as she saw him limping.
"Mark! What's wrong?! Are you hurt?!"
"I'm...I'm fine." Mark answered quickly, trying to avoid alerting her.
Edith walked over to Mark and touched his side. He whined in pain. Edith ended up touching Mark's fractured rib. She immediately retracted her hand, afraid of hurting him further. Edith could already guess what happened. However, she did not want him to avoid her by trying to get the truth out of him. She instead offered some medicine. He tried to decline, but Edith grabbed him by the arm saying,
"Come to my study and lay on the couch. I will apply it."
Mark was not in any condition to fight her. The more he struggled, the more he tensed up, causing his pain to increase. He begged her,
"I will not do anything but heal you. It will not be like the bathhouse, I promise. You need medical attention."
Edith knew that Mark was afraid of her seducing him again. She could not blame him. Not after what happened in the bathhouse. It was her fault for wanting him. However, she was genuinely concerned for him. She wanted to help him, being a former victim of domestic abuse herself.
Mark resisted, but gave in shortly, not wanting to increase his pain. He let Edith guide him to her room. He saw a large window shine light on him with heavy rain hitting it. In front was a black desk with a skull and a candle on top of it. The chandelier was a beautiful glossy black and he could clearly see she had quite the collection of literature on her black bookshelves. Edith laid him down on her couch. It was very comfortable. He saw a small table next to him and another couch behind it. Edith went to her desk and pulled out that same cream. She asked him as she walked towards him,
"How is your eye?"
Mark remembered just now. His eye was not swollen anymore. It did not even hurt. It was only discolored. He had miraculously healed in a short period of time.
"Hey, I never got to thank you about my eye. It's all better now. Merci, merci Edith."
Edith smiled with content and replied,
"You are welcome, now lift your shirt. I will use the same cream."
Mark happily accepted, figuring that it would help. He lifted his shirt and Edith saw immediately where the fractured rib was. The area was red and she knew it would become a bruise like the one on his eye. She saw Mark close his eyes as she applied the cream. Taking advantage of Mark keeping his eyes closed, she quickly held out her other hand. It began to glow white. She put it over the floating rib Cindy stomped and then over his groin. Mark could feel the pain in his ribs and groin subside. Edith lifted her hand before Mark opened his eyes to ensure he did not see anything suspicious. She said to Mark,
"Okay, I have finished. You may sit up."
Mark covered his torso and sat up. He felt like a million bucks. How did Edith do it? It was as if he had never been hit in the groin or his side. His fractured rib still hurt, but the pain was significantly reduced. Edith walked to her desk and picked up what looked to be scotch. She offered Mark,
"Would you like a drink?"
"It will help with the pain."
"Actually Edith...a drink sounds perfect."
It would be around this time that Mark would drink. Every time Cindy made him angry, hit him, or both, he would drink. This was perfect. It was what he needed. The drink being scotch made it all the better. Edith sat on the couch across from him and put the scotch down along with two glasses. She poured some for Mark first and gave it to him. He picked it up and thanked her,
"Je vous en prie." Edith smiled at him.
Before Edith finished pouring some for herself, Mark had already finished his glass and put it to the table. Her face wore a surprised expression as she saw the empty glass. She commented,
"You are quite the drinker."
"I love my scotch, this stuff is good."
"Do you want some more?"
"If it's not too much to ask."
"I would be my pleasure. I shall not hold back then. I love my scotch too."
Edith poured a lot more into her glass and then poured an equal amount into Mark's. He thought in his head,
'Now that's what I'm talking about! Edith is so cool. If only she lived in America...I'd make her my new drinking buddy, haha.'
"First one to gulp it all down wins!" Edith challenged him.
Edith did a countdown,
The two gulped down the scotch in their glasses as quickly as they could. Mark made sure to do big gulps. He was down to his last gulp and was about to slam the glass. However, Edith finished and slammed hers at the same time. Mark complimented her skill,
"Wow, you're good!"
"You are not so bad yourself." Edith said with a flirtatious tone. She picked up the scotch and asked, "Round two?"
The two continued to drink until there was no more scotch. Edith shook the glass container upside down and not a drop came out. She and Mark were already drunk. They were both beyond buzzed or tipsy.
"So how are you feeling?" Edith giggled.
"Much better! I'm fucking Superman!"
Mark began to imitate an electric guitar riff of the Superman theme. Edith was amused by what he was doing and by the fact that he was drunk. Her being drunk with him added to her amusement. She asked him,
"What are you doing? What tune is that?" She giggled.
"It's called Rock baby! Playing the Superman theme on an electric!"
"Yeah, you know, Rock n' Roll."
"Rock n' Roll?"
"You don't know what Rock n' Roll is?!"
"No, what is that?"
"Oh man! Alright, let me explain..."
Mark started telling Edith about the music genre that he loved very much. The two were enjoying each other's company again and laughed drunkenly. Edith had not been this happy in a long time. The more they talked, the more they found out how much they had in common. Mark showed Edith how to head bang and play air guitar. She did not quite understand why the people Mark referred to as rockers did this, but she was still having fun doing it. She figured it was some kind of dance of these rockers.
"I really like talking to you Edith, you're just so cool. I hate talking to Cindy."
The room got quiet and Mark realized what he just said. He stopped smiling and sat on the couch. He could not believe that he just said that and neither did Edith. Mark tried to take it back. However, he felt like he was lying deep down inside. He exclaimed,
"I...I was kidding!"
"Mark...she beats you, does she not? Please tell me, I will not judge you." Edith said with empathy.
"No, how could a man get beat by his wife? Only women get beat by their husbands—"
"Mark, domestic abuse goes both ways! Wives get beat and husbands get beat!"
Edith saw that Mark was about to cry. He finally admitted to Edith, saying very fast,
"She hits me!"
"Mark, you should not have to put up with the beatings. At least defend yourself."
Mark began to cry as he said drunkenly,
"I tried! One night, the neighbors called the police because they heard her screaming. She kept yelling at me and started to hit me. I tried to stop her from hitting me, but she lied when the police got there and they arrested me! I did nothing wrong! I didn't even try to hit her!"
Mark put his hands to his face and wept. He then screamed,
"I hate my life! I hate my marriage!"
Mark finally let his true feelings out. Edith hugged him to comfort him. He continued to cry on Edith's shoulder as he poured out some more of his feelings,
"I don't know what's wrong! I buy her things she loves and she's still not happy! She says she loves me, but she looks at other men and cheats on me! What am I doing wrong?!"
"You are doing nothing wrong! She is the problem! She has an amazing man and she is too stupid to see it! When I saw you yesterday, I could see the goodness of your heart shining bright and when I saw her, I could see the blackness of her heart! She does not deserve you Mark!"
Edith let go of Mark and faced him. She saw him begin to put on a smile of appreciation. Once he did so, he said,
"Thank you Edith..."
Edith gave him a genuine smile back. However, their smiles began to fade as they looked into each other's eyes. Mark never thought about it, but he found Edith's accent to be very cute, sexy in fact. Their faces neared each other as their lips got closer, inch by inch. It appeared as if time had slowed down for the two of them. They closed their eyes as their lips were just millimeters away...
Chapter VIII: Romance & Rape
Time had stopped for Edith and Mark at that moment. It seemed like an eternity before they finally broke the kiss. They stared into each other's eyes, trying to figure out what had just happened.
Both were unsure of anything except that they enjoyed kissing each other. They immediately kissed again. This time, it was not a small peck; it was a kiss that was far more passionate. Edith sucked on Mark's lips desperately as if her life depended on it. Mark did the same. Edith broke their kiss and begged Mark frantically,
"Leave Cindy and be with me! I will take care of you!"
Mark did not answer her. Instead, he attacked her neck, giving it small kisses. Edith moaned and continued to give promises to Mark.
"I promise I will never beat you! I will give you anything you desire!"
Mark could smell perfume on Edith along with scotch. The smell of a beautiful woman mixed with the smell of his favorite drink was intoxicating for him. He attempted to remove Edith's clothes. She helped him unzip and unbutton everything. She stood up and her dress fell to the floor. Mark saw that beautiful body again. He got off the couch and put her left nipple in his mouth. Edith gently stroked his head. She tugged on his shirt, trying to remove it. He stood up and undressed himself.
Soon, they were both standing in front of one another, naked. Edith kneeled down and opened her mouth. She put his cock in and slowly moved his cock in and out. Mark felt the warmth of her mouth and did nothing but moan in ecstasy. Edith stared at Mark while she swallowed his cock. He was entranced by her beautiful green eyes. They were lovely. Edith felt the same as she stared back at his blue eyes, which she found to be a beautiful sight. She popped his cock out of her mouth and he helped her to her feet.
He lifted her and she held on to the back of his neck. He adjusted her body so the tip of his cock was pressed up right against her lips. She looked him in the eyes with a begging expression. She moaned in his face,
Mark had no idea what Edith just said, but he liked it. He found her speaking to him in French to be very sexy. If he was unsure of what she wanted, then the look on her face was what confirmed her desire. He lowered her body and she moaned softly. The head began to enter her warm wet pussy. Then, his whole shaft entered her. She screamed in pleasure and then kissed him. They kissed passionately, but did not move for a while. They enjoyed the sensation of staying connected.
Mark had not had sex in a while. Since that night he got drunk and wept at home when Cindy slapped him, all he did was masturbate. The feeling of Edith's insides was beyond superb. Edith was enjoying every single second of this as well. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man. She only had Renee to pleasure her. Her pussy contracted around his cock. It massaged it affectionately.
He moved over to the closest wall while holding Edith and slammed her back against it. They kissed again and he began to move his cock out of her. Once eight inches were out, he shoved it back in her and he repeated over and over. Edith closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Mark kissed her neck as he fucked her. She dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around him as he increased his speed. She could feel him fucking her faster. She moaned in his ear,
"Oh oui! Baises moi! Baises moi!"
The French was turning Mark on even more for some reason. It encouraged him to pump away at her much more roughly. He wanted her to feel good. Really good. She loved it. She felt him move her away from the wall. He put her on her back on the couch while still remaining inside of her. He continued to fuck her fast. Edith was ready to cum and so was Mark. She moaned,
"Oh Francis! Cum inside me!"
Mark heard her, but ignored it. He moved faster so he could cum. He squirted in Edith's pussy as it contracted around his cock. Edith felt Mark's cum filling her up. She clung to him tighter as she could feel the inside overflow. She continued to moan,
"Francis! Francis! Francis!"
Mark released his last drop and collapsed on top of Edith. Edith hugged Mark and smiled with satisfaction. She was happy. The two passed out together while still connected.
Meanwhile, Cindy had eaten the breakfast Renee made. It was actually quite delicious. However, it still did not change her opinion of her. She fell asleep around the time Mark and Edith began to drink. When she awoke, it had become dark. She looked at the window to be greeted with heavy rain. She wondered where Mark was.
"That fucking asshole! Abandoning his wife! The moment I get out of here, I'm gonna kick his ass at the hotel and fuck Alex. Hell, if I could, I'd fuck Alex right in front of him for being such a terrible husband!"
Once Cindy finished saying that, a strong cold gust of wind hit her and all the flames from the candles went out. She yelled in irritation,
"Well that's just fucking great!"
Cindy got off the bed to find some matches. Her only light source was the moonlight again. The lighting of the room reminded her of what had happened last night. She could ring the bell for Renee, but she could not trust her. Renee had to have known about the skulls in the cellar. There was something suspicious going on here.
Cindy froze in place. Something moved in the shadows. Her body began to quiver in fear. She heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed. It was then followed by slow footsteps that were heading in her direction. It was coming from the front of the door! She knew it was the monster from before. She saw those murderous red eyes again. Cindy's legs got weak and she fell on her butt. She could not run like last time. She was cornered now. She asked,
"W-w-why are you doing this?!"
No answer. It took a step.
"Please! Please don't hurt me!"
Silence. It was getting closer.
Cindy decided to make a run for it. If she tried to evade the monster and then get the door, she might just make it out. She got to her feet and made a break for the door. The monster tried to grab her, but she dodged the attempted grab. She made it to the door and grabbed the knob. She turned it only to find that it was locked. She felt the monster wrap its arm around her gut and the cold metal of the dagger against her neck. She screamed,
"No! Please! Please don't kill me!"
The monster threw her to the bed from across the room. There was no way this was an ordinary human being. Only a big muscle man could throw another body the distance she was thrown. From what Cindy felt, the monster had a normal sized body. Along with the super strength, the monster also had super speed. In less than ten second, the monster had stripped her naked. Her wrists were tied together and bound to the bed in the blink of an eye.
'What the hell's going on?!' Cindy thought.
She felt her ankles being tied with rope. Her legs began to lift and it became apparent that the rope tied to each ankle was tied to each bed post behind her head. Her legs were up in the air and her pussy was now exposed to the monster. She anticipated that it wanted to rape her. She felt it rub its finger on her clitoris. She was scared for her life as the monster held the dagger to her throat while doing this. Her pussy began to leak. She did not moan, but remained quiet out of fear.
Although she was scared out of her mind, she quickly noticed that what the monster was doing to her clitoris felt amazing. The speed that it rubbed at was the same speed a vibrator would move. There was also something about being bound and helpless that turned her on. She was the poor innocent girl with a monster that was about to have its way with her. It knew how to pleasure her.
The monster continued for a few more strokes and then it stopped. It got off the bed and Cindy wondered what it was going to do next. She felt her pussy secreting. It was leaking so much that it was starting to leak down to her asshole and crack. She could not see in the dark, but she felt it climb back on the bed. It was now kneeling in front of her. She felt a phallic object press against her pussy. She knew that it was the monster's cock. She stared into its red eyes as she was afraid for her life and excited for her pussy to be pounded. The monster pressed its cock to her pussy and it entered her. Cindy gasped. She was unsure if she wanted to scream in fear or pleasure. Either way, she did not scream; she did not want to anger the monster.
It started to fuck her fast. She was confused if she should be screaming for it to stop or moaning for it to continue. To be safe, she just panted as it ravished her. The monster sped up its rhythm. She found it unbelievable that it was fucking her at such speed. There was no way a human could screw this fast. Only sex machines with dildos could go this fast. Even the fittest man in the world could not compete. As it fucked her, she became less scared, despite its intimidating red eyes in the dark.
Cindy's rape, if that was what it still was, felt incredible. She was gushing her juice all over the bed. Never in her life had she felt such intense fear and arousal. She lost count of how many climaxes she had. It felt like one really long orgasm to her. The monster sped up again as it started to put its face closer to hers. It breathed onto her face. It felt as if those menacing red eyes were trying to stare into her very soul and steal it away. Cindy was so afraid that she felt she was going to pee herself—or perhaps it was from the monster stimulating her G-spot. She had no other choice but to let go. She came as she stared into the monster's eyes.
It seemed to stop a few moments after. It pulled out and got off the bed. It crept into the shadows and turned away. Cindy was no longer able to see her attacker. Then, the candles relit themselves and the bindings of her limbs released. She looked around the room frantically to see if her attacker was still there. She was wondering why it spared her life. Why it raped her. Why...
"...it didn't cum inside me."
Cindy sighed in disappointment, sat up, and immediately felt how wet the bed got from her cum. She left several wet spots and the room was filled with her sexual aroma. She put her clothes back on and was ready to get the hell out of here.
Outside the door was Renee. She walked away with something in her hands. It was a used strapon and the very same dagger that was at Cindy's throat only a few moments ago. Her eyes glowed a familiar ominous red. As she walked away, they soon returned to their natural brown color. She smiled, proud of what she had done.
Chapter IX: Edith's Past
Mark woke up on Edith's couch with her body on top of him. He had a minor hangover. She was sleeping peacefully with a smile. He tried to move, but she clung to him as if she was trying to keep him there. He decided to wake her up. He shook her as he spoke,
"Edith...Edith...Edith wake up."
Edith opened her eyes. She looked at him and she smiled, but soon stopped when she saw guilt written all over Mark's face. He started to move and Edith got off him. He said in a panicky voice,
"Oh shit! Oh shit! What am I gonna tell Cindy?!"
"We shouldn't have done this!"
"Mark...I am sorry..."
"Why did I do this?!"
Mark put his clothes back on and sat on the couch, rubbing his face with his palms. Edith sat next to him, but did not dare to touch him. She covered herself up with her dress. Edith felt guilty for being so selfish. She needed to explain herself to him.
"Mark...I need to explain myself." Mark did not look at her, but she continued, "You do not have to look at me, but please listen. I am the one to blame. I...I have been so lonely for so long...my husband passed away many years ago. I have not been touched by a man since he died and I selfishly had sex with you. The reason why I called you Francis is because that was my late husband's name. I am sorry..."
Mark spoke while still not facing Edith,
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Mark felt awkward, so he tried to think of something else to say. He blurted out,
"Was...was he sick or..."
"He was murdered." Edith said in a firm tone.
Mark looked at her and could see the seriousness on her face. He apologized,
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."
"No, please, let me finish. My husband and I were in love and nothing could tear our love apart. Nothing. However, one day, these men broke into our home and tried to rape me. Francis saved me and he killed them in self-defense, but he lost his own life in the process. Since then, it has been me and Renee."
Although Edith mentioned this to Mark, there was much more to the story. Her memories were as clear as a sunny day. She began to dwell upon those memories...
The year is 1418 A.D. King Charles VII had ordered for the execution of 'demons' within the kingdom of France. There were few people who spoke out against it. They called it unjust, but they soon quieted down when the first few people were executed. Edith and her husband Francis hid as they and their people were being hunted down. He was the spitting image of Mark. He had blue eyes, black hair, and a toned figure. And like Mark, he had a good heart as well.
Edith could see the goodness in his heart when they first met. Before Francis, Edith was forced into marriage with a corrupt knight named Abel. It was to save her father's land from being taken. All she had was her father and two younger brothers. Her mother died while she was still very young. Abel was ordered to force her father off his land, but changed his mind the moment he saw Edith. He had to have her. So, to protect her family, she married him. She never wanted to marry him because she could see the evil within his heart. It did not shine a bright light, but rather, gloomed a dark aura. He had raped her on their wedding night and had constantly beaten her if she upset him. Edith helplessly took it for she could do nothing to stop him or else her family would pay the price.
However, that all changed when she met Francis. She saw the goodness within him shine brightly and fell in love with him right away. They had a secret relationship behind Abel's back. When Edith's father and two brothers passed away from illness, she decided it was time to leave Abel. Francis sneaked into their home and killed him in his sleep, angry for what he put Edith through. The two lovers left together, thinking that everything was better now, but it was not. Francis was one of the 'demons' and Edith constantly tried to convince him to let her become one. She did not want to grow old while he stayed young. He finally gave in and they have lived together that way since. They endured King Charles's wrath together.
One by one, their friends had been burned alive, impaled by wooden stakes, or beheaded. Edith and Francis just wanted to live in peace. They did not need to kill people to survive. None of them did. They drank from the blood of animals. Unfortunately, there were a few nuts in their community that got the idea to drink from humans.
Edith and Francis feared for their lives every single day, but were happy that they still had each other. However, one fateful night, three bounty hunters came for their heads. They killed anyone that was suspected of being one of them, both guilty and innocent alike. They did not care about evidence. All they cared about was the money and fame that came with the purging.
While Francis was out, the three men kicked open their front door and one shot a bolt from his crossbow before Edith could react. It nailed her hand to the table. Another man shot a second bolt that nailed her other hand. The third man waved a flask and holy water started to hit Edith's face and arms. It burned her skin. She screamed as the man said,
"Burn you bitch!"
"Hey Jean, this one looks nice." said the second man.
"Hey, how about we have a little fun with her first." said the third man.
Edith wanted to fight these men, but the holy water weakened her. She then saw a woman from her town at the door. She begged the men,
"Please stop this! She has not done anything wrong!"
One of the men grabbed her and said,
"Hey Jean, Matthew, looks like we got another one!"
"Let go of me!" the woman yelled.
Jean put holy water on her, but she did not burn.
"She is not one of them Saul, but...the more the merrier."
"Sounds good to me. I am going for the one with the green eyes first." said Matthew.
"No! I should—"
A hand impaled Saul from behind. Edith saw that Francis had forced his hand through one of the attackers' check cavity. He pulled out his hand and Saul died in seconds. Matthew threw the woman and she quickly came to Edith's aid. Matthew aimed his crossbow and fired, but Francis redirected where the crossbow was aiming, causing it to shoot the wall. Francis dug his nails into his throat and quickly ripped his esophagus out. The woman pulled both bolts out and Edith quickly looked around for a weapon.
Francis turned to Jean, who waved his flask, sending holy water to Francis's face. It burned his eyes and Jean pulled out a wooden stake. He impaled Francis's heart and he fell to the ground. He turned to see Edith picking up a wooden stake from Matthew's dead body. He drew his sword and thrusted forward. However, the woman stepped forward to protect Edith and was impaled by Jean's sword. He retracted his weapon and Edith went straight for the kill as the woman fell to the floor. She stabbed the bounty hunter right in the heart and he gasped. He breathed his last breath as he said,
"My money...my fame..."
Edith let go of the stake and checked on Francis right away. She called to him,
"Francis? Francis?! FRANCIS!!" Tears ran down her cheeks as she continued to hopelessly attempt to wake him. "Francis! No! Please do not leave me! You said we would be together forever!" He still did not move. Edith put her face onto his dead body and cried. She screamed in anguish, "DAMN YOU!! FUUUUUUCK!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!"
She continued to weep and wish that she was dead with him. It was then that she got an idea. She pulled out the wooden stake from Francis's chest and held the pointed end against her own. Before she forced it in, she noticed the woman on the floor was bleeding out, but still alive. She recalled her being a sympathizer who spoke out against King Charles and his ordered purging. She dropped the stake and got back on her feet. She ran over to her and lifted her up.
"Why did you help me?"
"I am sorry, it is all my fault."
"It is okay...at least...you are...alive..."
"Please stay with me! Do not die on me too!" Edith and the woman both knew she was going to die. She asked her, "What is your name?"
Renee closed her eyes and began to lose consciousness.
"No one else is dying here."
Edith's teeth morphed into fangs as she moved her mouth to Renee's neck. She opened her mouth wide and bit down...
"Edith? Edith...I have to talk to Cindy."
Edith snapped out of her memory and looked back at Mark. She shook her head and responded,
Chapter X: Renee's Punishment
While Edith was talking to Mark, Cindy was devising a plan for escape. She remembered Edith saying that they had horses here. She was determined to leave, despite the bad weather. She figured the horses were at the back. She headed back and eventually exited the mansion through a back door. The rain was terrible, but she put up with it. She barely saw a small stable out in the backyard. She could not make out anything else in the heavy rain. She ran towards it and was soaked in seconds. As she reached the inside, she looked around and found two beautiful brown horses. She held her hand to the first one and it reacted hostilely. She retracted her hand quickly and tried the second horse. It appeared to have accepted her hand and she smiled, knowing she was going to escape this God forsakened mansion.
Mark and Edith were both fully dressed and the room was awkwardly silent. Edith was about to speak to him when she heard galloping. Was that her horse? She quickly walked over to the window and looked outside. She saw Cindy on one of her horses, leaving the mansion.
"It can't be!"
Edith did not want to tell Mark that his wife just left, so she thought of a plan to set in motion.
She was starting to form something.
"Edith, please say something!"
She got it!
"Your wife just stole one of my horses!"
"What?! Please tell me you're joking!"
"I am afraid not."
"I have to go after her!"
"I only have one other horse. I can lend you my other horse, but you must promise me that you shall bring both of them back to me. They are mine and Renee's only means of transportation."
"I understand! I promise! Now please, I have to catch up with my wife!"
"The stable is in the backyard. Let us go there."
As Mark travelled with haste downstairs, Edith held out her hand to the window. She was directing it to the sky. Her hand began to glow white and the heavy rain stopped. The clouds cleared and the sun shined its face upon the mansion. She joined Mark and he was soon riding on the other horse, chasing after Cindy. He yelled as he rode away,
"Merci Edith, I promise to bring them back!"
"Good luck Mark!"
Edith watched as Mark rode off and she could sense Renee inside the house watching him leave. She went back into her study and saw Renee standing there waiting for her. She sat at her desk and Renee began,
"Mistress, the woman is too much of a problem. Why did you let the man take our other horse?"
"Trust me Renee, I have a plan."
"Please Mistress, it's not too late..." Renee pulled out her dagger and unsheathed it. "...I could still kill them and then—"
"No! We are not like that anymore Renee! This is not the 15th century!"
Edith looked inside the locket. She gazed upon the face of Francis. Renee was concerned for Edith. She decided to be blunt with her mistress. It was for her own good.
"Mistress, please, that is not Master Francis—"
"Shut up! You think I do not know that?!" Edith yelled defensively.
Edith's green eyes began to turn red and the canines of her teeth elongated and sharpen. Renee tensed up in fear and remained silent. Edith noticed that her emotions were getting to her. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Her eyes soon turned back to their natural green color and her teeth returned to their normal size and shape. She closed the locket, placed it on the desk, and apologized,
"I am sorry Renee..."
"Mistress, please forgive me...I did something..."
"What did you do Renee?!"
Renee pulled out the strapon and answered,
"The woman stole our horse to leave here because...because...because I had some fun with her..."
Edith walked up to Renee and slapped her.
"Did I tell you you could rape her?!"
"I...I apologize Mistress—"
Renee did not dare speak another word. She was afraid that saying anything else would only serve to further anger her mistress. Edith's eyes became red again and her teeth returned to their sharpened form. She turned away and thought about what to do about the situation. This just complicated things. It now made sense why Mark's wife had left the mansion. Edith was very angry at Renee, but she did not want to lose her temper and become violent. She had murdered so many people out of anger. When she lost Francis, she took her anger out on any human she came across. She kept the heads of bounty hunters as trophies, which she still kept to this day in her cellar. However, she later vowed to live in peace. She knew Francis would have wanted that for her.
Edith took deep breaths to calm herself again. That violent, bitter woman in the past was not who she was now. Her anger descended by every deep breath she took. Renee was her most loyal servant and best friend and she could not stay mad at her. She apologized again,
"I am sorry Renee."
"No Mistress, please, I am at fault."
Renee kneeled before Edith. She put her hands on the ground and then moved her face to Edith's left boot to kiss it. Renee looked up to Edith and begged,
"Please forgive me Mistress."
"Renee, please, it is alright. I lost my temper."
"I understand. You fear my actions may ruin your chance with Mr. Clark."
"Yes, but let us be honest..." Edith smiled at Renee. "...she had it coming."
"I think she actually liked it. Her pussy was without a doubt wet."
"Hm, what a putain." Edith brought Renee back up to her feet. "Renee, you do understand that I will require you to take care of Mark every now and then if we do end up together, do you not?"
"I will gladly Mistress, if it is your wish."
Renee felt extreme guilt for possibly ruining Edith's chance at finding happiness again. She owed this woman everything. She gave her a second chance at life while giving her super strength and super speed. Since the day Edith brought her back into this world, she vowed to be her loyal servant until the end of eternity. She saw Edith turn to the door to leave. She begged her,
"Please punish me!"
"I forgave you already Renee, it is alright."
"No, please, at least do something."
Edith thought it over and then got an idea. She knew that the time it would take for the two to reach civilization would be more than enough time for her to administer Renee's punishment. She commanded Renee,
"Put your hands on my desk and bend over."
Renee did as she was commanded. She felt Edith lift up her skirt. She hooked her fingers into Renee's underwear and pulled it down to her ankles. Renee blushed and her pussy moistened as she knew what was coming. Her pale white ass was exposed to Edith. Renee was getting turned on feeling so vulnerable, exposing her ass and pussy. Edith held her hand in the air and then let it fall to Renee's ass.
"Mmm." Renee moaned in pain and pleasure.
"Oh Mistress! Punish me!"
"Harder! Punish me!"
"Now for the other side." Edith forewarned her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Renee's ass was sore from the punishment she felt she rightfully deserved. Her white cheeks were now red and her pussy was wet from the pain she was feeling back there. She wiggled her ass once Edith stopped spanking her. She begged,
"Please Mistress, at least one more!"
"Alright then...here it comes!"
"Ah! Yes! Oh yes!"
Edith struck Renee's ass with the hardest spank she could give her. She stuck her finger in Renee's pussy and said, "Ha! Just as I expected...wet!" Edith turned away and picked up the strapon. She told Renee, "You shall put this on now Renee."
Renee lifted her feet so Edith could put it on her. However, when she looked down, she noticed right away that the strapon was inside out. Edith raised it up and it penetrated Renee's pussy. She immediately screamed,
Edith secured the strapon and made sure it would not slip off. She instructed Renee,
"I am pressed for time. Until I return, you are not to touch the strapon or your pussy."
"Mistress! How cruel! Please, allow me to cum!"
Edith was already walking away. Before she stepped outside her study, she turned and hinted to Renee,
"You and I both know you do not need to touch your pussy in order to cum."
She smiled at Renee and then morphed into a bat. Edith flew away and Renee understood what she meant. Renee desperately looked around for a phallic object. She saw the candles, but she knew better than to use them without Edith's permission. She could not wait anymore. She stuck her pointer in her mouth and sensually licked and sucked on it. The sensation of sucking on her finger only served to make her want to cum even more.
Renee pulled out her finger and reached back. She pressed it against her asshole. She rubbed it to tease herself initially as well as lube it. She then pressed in with a bit more force and the first knuckle went in. She imagined the strapon being Mark's cock and her finger being Edith's. She fantasized that Mark and Edith were together. She thought about Edith calling her to service her new master. She moaned,
"Oh Mistress, you put your finger in there again. Mmm, it feels so good with Master's cock!"
Renee forced her finger in deeper. She got it in as deep as it could go. She pulled it out and put her middle finger in her mouth. She took it out and pressed her pointer and middle finger against her asshole and both went in all the way.
"Oh Mistress! I feel so full with Master's cock and more of your fingers. I am going crazy!"
She fingered her ass faster and stuck the pointer of her other hand into her mouth. She imagined that Mark was ordering her to suck his finger.
"Oh Master! Mistress! I am almost there!"
Renee was about to cum, but she pulled out her fingers and imagined Edith commanding her to beg before she cums.
"Please! Mistress please! Please let me cum! I beg of you!"
She imagined Edith granting her request and stuck her fingers back in her ass. She fingered her ass fast and cried out as she climaxed. Her pussy hugged the strapon tightly and her sphincter squeezed her fingers. Renee felt wonderful as she was panting, recovering from her strong orgasm. It had been a while since her ass had been played with.
Once Renee finished recovering, she put her panties back on, but left the strapon inside her as instructed. She decided to rest her body by sitting down. She left Edith's study and walked to the kitchen. She sat on the counter, which caused the strapon to go deeper inside her. Renee gasped and then sighed,
"Great! Now I am horny again..."
Chapter XI: History Repeats Itself
Cindy had made it back to the hotel. She plugged in her phone to charge and immediately texted back Alexandre.
-hey sorry, the car broke down, but I ditched my husband
-come fuck me in my room, 438
-I'll reward you for your patience
-not a problem
-I'll be right over :)
Cindy giggled in excitement and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Edith flew as fast as she could, desperately searching for Mark. She saw him standing with her two horses next to a convenience store. He appeared unsure of what action to take next. Cindy had ditched the horse at the store by the looks of it. Edith lowered herself down and quickly morphed back into her humanoid form. Mark turned around and saw her,
"E-Edith! How did you get here?!"
Edith gently touched his cheeks, looked into his eyes, and said,
"Go after her, I shall take care of the horses. Please forget you saw me here."
Mark could feel himself in that hypnotic state again. His body moved towards the payphone outside of the store. He called a cab and waited for it. While this happened, Edith looked each horse in the eyes and commanded them,
The horse immediately started to head back to Edith's mansion. Edith morphed back into a bat and followed the taxi cab Mark rode inside of. Once Mark arrived at the hotel, Edith let go of her control over him. She followed him in, but she was immediately met with hostile employees trying to shoo her out of the hotel. She decided to stay outside and search around through the windows, thinking it would save her time.
As Mark made it to his room, he slid the card key into the door and opened it. There, on the bed, he watched in horror as Cindy was getting fucked by the waiter. Alexander or whatever his name was. His heart had stopped at that moment. Cindy was riding him on the bed; she looked at Mark and smiled at him as she moaned,
"Oh yes! Alexandre! You're way better than my husband!"
"Oh yeah baby! Don't you know it!"
Mark's eyes watered as he turned around and ran out the door. Cindy continued to fuck Alexandre as she said in her head,
'Ha! Serves you right for taking the side of those bitches!'
Edith continued to search until she finally saw it. Cindy was on top of another man. This alarmed her.
'Oh no! I did not expect this! Where is Mark?! I hope he does not see it!'
Edith looked down to see Mark crying and running out of the hotel. She looked back in the room to see the man leaving and Cindy lying on the bed, smiling.
Cindy sighed happily. She was glad she finally got to fuck Alexandre again. She wondered if she could fuck another French man before returning home. It would be great to have Mark see it. What he saw was not enough punishment in her opinion. Either way, she knew if she said sorry and gave Mark some time, he would come around.
Cindy sat up and saw the door fly across the room, crashing into the wall.
'What the fuck happened?!' she wondered.
She got off of the bed and saw Edith giving her the death stare. Her eyes were not green like they were in the mansion. They glowed the same red glow of the monster that raped her. She gasped,
"It was you!"
In a split second, Edith was in front of Cindy. She held her by the neck as she lifted her up with one hand. She began to squeeze Cindy's neck and she was starting to lose air. She threw Cindy across the room. Her body hit the wall and she fell to the floor like a ragdoll. Edith lifted her by the neck again and opened her free hand. A ball of fire formed on it. Edith said angrily,
"Give me one good reason why I should spare your life right now!"
"Please! Please don't kill me! Please!"
Edith tossed Cindy to the corner and shot the fireball to the window. It exploded and the glass shattered. Tiny pieces of glass flew all over the room. The wind travelled in from the outside.
"You fucking evil bitch!"
Cindy saw Edith's canines sharpen and elongate into fangs. She screamed,
Cindy covered her face as Edith formed another fireball. She held her hand up and was ready to use it to obliterate Cindy. Cindy started to pee herself. She urinated in her underwear and onto the carpet. She knew this was the end of her life as she knew it...
Mark walked and wondered why he was still trying to live. His family that he was close to all passed away or no longer talked to him. He had no close friends. The most important person in his life wanted to screw other men. What was he still doing here? Living, why? He stood on the sidewalk and watched the cars drive by. Life was just not worth living anymore. It really did not help that he was next to the restaurant that started everything. He watched as the cars zoomed through the street. He knew that the speed would be enough to kill him...
Edith flew around to find Mark again. She had to do something to cheer him up. It was her fault for sending him to the hotel. She was the cause of his current pain. She had planned to hypnotize Mark and fuck him in front of Cindy, but it backfired and now Mark was the one suffering. She saw him on the sidewalk staring forward into space. She flew into an alley where no one would see her morph. Once she was back to her humanoid form, she ran desperately to Mark. As she got closer, she slowed down, not wanting to look like she had followed him. She was almost there...
A man dressed in a waiter's uniform with a short black ponytail stepped in front of her and greeted her,
"Bon après-midi, mademoiselle! I am Alexandre."
Edith did not recognize him. She did not get a good look at him from the hotel. She ignored him and continued onto Mark. She could clearly see that his heart did not give off that same bright light Mark's did. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"Let's get to know each other a little better." He said with a charming smile.
Edith smiled at Alexandre and he knew he had her...or so he thought. Edith bent his thumb backwards, breaking it. Alexandre cried in pain,
"Ah! You crazy bitch!"
Edith lifted him by his shirt and threw him to the dumpster of the restaurant where he worked, a place she felt that he belonged. He hit the lids of the dumpster which were leaning against the wall. His body fell inside and landed on top of the trash. The lids then closed on him. She turned around and continued to walk towards Mark saying,
"Not in a million years."
Edith approached Mark, anxious of how she should handle the situation. He was just ten feet away, but then, he leaped forward and a car honked its horn.
Edith watched as Mark's body rolled on top of the car and fell to the ground. The car stopped, but then sped away a second after. Edith ran to him to check the damage.
"Mark! Please do not die!"
Mark opened his eyes. He spoke weakly,
"E-Edith? What are you doing here?"
"Oh God! Mark!"
Edith immediately held both her hands out and they started to glow white. It helped, but his wounds were still too severe. She had just bought him more time. She yelled at him,
"Why did you do that?!"
"I...I'd rather be dead..."
"It is because of her! Am I not correct?!" Edith wept.
"I have no one else in life..."
"You have me! I will take care of you!"
"Please,don't waste your time on me..."
Mark was on the verge of death. Edith knew this and decided to ask him a very vital question.
"Mark, I need you to answer me this. If you could erase all your memories of Cindy, would you do it?!"
"Haha...if only that were possible..."
"Just answer my question! Would you?!"
"Nothing...wou...nothing would...be more perfect...than to...forget her."
Mark closed his eyes and was ready to accept death. Edith screamed in pain,
"No! Not again! I...I will not let you die!"
Edith knew her healing would not be enough to save his life. There was only one other way...Her fangs showed themselves as she lifted Mark. She opened and bit his neck.
Conclusion: Six Months Later...
Mark stared outside the window of his room. He had met a lovely woman by the name of Edith. She was kind to him and very beautiful. The first time they had met was on the streets of Paris. However, he could not remember anything earlier than that. She invited him into her home, a beautiful black mansion. It was there that she confessed,
"I am a vampire...and so are you." He found it to be quite laughable until she showed him her fangs and her eyes turned crimson red. She added to the confession, "I am also a witch...a very powerful one."
Edith showed that she had the ability to create and manipulate fire, manipulate weather, do mind control, heal, and even prevent herself from getting burned from sunlight. Edith had never confessed being a witch to anyone but Renee and Francis. Not even her deceased family knew. She could only guess that her mother was a witch. Since she died when Edith was still very young, she never had the chance to prove or disprove her hypothesis. Edith explained to Mark that she had been searching for other vampires nearby, but failed to sense any. She and her servant were the only ones she knew that currently existed up to this day. She finished with,
"For your own safety, I'd like for you to stay here. It would not be bothersome for me. I have not had company for many years and there is plenty of room here. We vampires have to stick together."
Mark really had no choice. He could not recall a place of shelter he had here in Paris or France all together. The two bonded after some time. He took interest in her and her in him. It was not long before they became more than friends.
Mark turned once he heard the door close behind him. It was Edith. She charged at him and kissed him lovingly. She broke their kiss and smiled at him saying,
"Happy Birthday my love."
"For your gift, I got you a pet." Edith turned to the door and said, "Renee! Bring in the dog!"
Renee walked in with a leash in her hand and a paddle in the other. Then, a naked blonde woman on her hands and knees crawled in. She gasped as she saw Mark. Edith informed him,
"Darling, this is Cindy. She is your personal sex slave. I have been training her for the past six months to be an obedient dog. It was not easy, but we broke her and she follows any command you give her. Any."
Cindy thought back to the day she believed she was going to die. In the hotel suite that Edith destroyed. Edith held a fireball in her hand and she thought she was a goner for sure. However, she saw Edith's fireball dissipate and her fangs return to normal teeth. Her eyes returned back to their natural green as well. She said to her,
"Killing you would be too easy...I have something far worse for you instead."
That 'far worse' was being forced to become a sex slave for her and Renee. However, she never expected to see what she was seeing now. She watched as Edith kissed Mark. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and he gave back the same passion. Cindy growled and began to crawl to them. Renee swung the paddle.
Cindy yelped at the sudden pain on her ass. Renee yelled at her,
"Bad dog! Very, very bad dog!"
Cindy still found it beyond humiliating to be called a dog, but she had no choice. She stayed there on her hands and knees as she watched Edith unzip Mark's pants. She got to her knees and put his cock in her mouth. Cindy wanted to stop them, but did not want to be punished again. Throughout the past six months, she had been slapped and spanked, forced to lick Edith's pussy and asshole along with Renee's, forced to take things in her butt, trained to beg for an orgasm, and much more.
"Renee, tie that dog and come here and help me."
"As you wish Mistress."
Renee tied Cindy to the bed post and got on her knees next to Edith. Cindy had no choice but to watch as these two women sucked off her husband. Edith sucked Mark's cock as Renee put his testicles in her mouth. She gently massaged them with her tongue. Mark moaned,
"Oh Edith! Renee! You two make me feel so good!"
Cindy had not seen her husband for six months. When she finally sees him again, what does he do? He cheats on her and pretends that he does not know her. She could not take it. She yelled at him,
"You fucking asshole! I don't see you for half a year and you completely ignore me! I see you again and this is what you've been up to?!"
Edith was about to stand up, but Renee got up instead saying,
"Do not trouble yourself Mistress, I shall take care of this."
Cindy saw Renee coming to her. She immediately stopped talking and looked to the floor in cowardice. Renee yelled to her,
"You do not like the show?! Fine! Turn away then, face the other direction!"
"I'm okay, please Mistress Renee...I'm fine."
"I said turn around!"
Cindy immediately turned her back and pointed her ass to Renee. Renee reaching into her pocket and pulled out a small butt plug with a furry dog tail attached to it. She was amused to see Cindy shaking in fear. Cindy knew what 'turning around' meant for her. Renee pressed it into Cindy's ass and she yelped, but quieted down quickly. Cindy hated anal because it was so dirty...yet she curses herself since that day Renee and Edith forced a strapon in her ass. She actually climaxed from getting fucked in the ass. Renee and Edith never left her back door alone after.
Cindy moaned as she felt the butt plug slip in. It was not properly lubed on purpose so she could feel a little bit of pain. Renee said to her,
"Now you truly do look like a bitch. Back on your knees!"
"Yes Mistress Renee!"
Renee pulled the leash and shortened it greatly. Cindy was forced to lean to her side due to her leash's shortening. Now she could not physically turn away from the sight of Mark being pleasured in front of her. As Renee returned to Mark, Edith walked to her. Renee was sucking Mark off as Edith swung her open hand.
"You thought your training was your punishment? No, this is your true punishment. You like being with other men in front of him? Well today is the day you find out what it is like!"
Renee popped Mark's cock out of her mouth and added,
"Welcome to your new life, bitch!"
Edith walked away, flaunting her ass to Cindy, emphasizing that it was better than hers. It was degrading to Cindy that her most attractive body part was inferior to Edith's. Cindy wanted to hit Edith and beat her up along with Renee, but she could not. They were much stronger and faster than ordinary women. Cindy leaned against the bed and remained silent as she took her punishment.
Renee stood up and began to strip while Edith did the same. Soon, both women were naked in the room. Their pale bodies stuck out in contrast to the black, white, and red of the room. They both kneaded their breasts, reminding Cindy how small hers were compared to theirs. They stripped Mark and Cindy saw the body that she had missed so much. The body she truly took for granted. She was horny. Edith had purposely tied her up for a week prior to this and prevented her from masturbating. She began to touch herself.
As Renee returned to sucking Mark's cock, Edith spoke to him,
"This woman had killed her husband. She made him so miserable he jumped in front of a car."
Mark somehow felt this deep sense of anger and resentment towards the slave now, as if it had always been there and had just now awoken. He was going to do whatever he could to help punish her. His only wish was that her husband could have been the one to enjoy her punishment, instead of him.
Now Mark understood why his lover and their servant disliked her so much and he could not blame them. Mark did not like mistreatment of others, but he came to realize that there were different statuses here in this mansion. He and Edith were at the top and Renee was right below. This slave girl was obviously the lowest if she called the servant 'Mistress.' He gradually accepted that this was how it was here.
When he did something wrong, Edith forgave him. When Renee would make a mistake, she would get spanked by Edith or him. Renee gladly accepted it and actually enjoyed it. He figured it was the same for this slave since she was masturbating right now after being slapped around and being forced to take a butt plug in her ass.
Cindy rubbed her clitoris as she watched Edith kiss Mark and Renee suck his cock. She could do nothing but touch herself. The butt plug was helping her get off. Her sphincter would tighten around its base periodically. Mark moaned,
"Edith, honey, I'm gonna cum now!"
"Cum my love, shoot it down Renee's throat. You know she will gladly swallow."
Edith let Mark and Renee keep eye contact as she kissed his neck lovingly. Renee worked on Mark's cock harder and he began to squirt into her mouth. Mark moaned in pleasure as she swallowed every last drop. Edith turned his head as he finished and kissed him.
"I love you Mark."
"I love you too Edith..." Mark caught his breath and took a few seconds to calm down. He then thought about something he wanted. "Hey Edith..."
"...can you and Renee do that thing I like?"
"Mark! You are just so dirty!" Edith kissed him and smiled saying, "Of course."
Renee lied on her back on top of the bed. Edith climbed on top of her, getting into a 69 position. She put Renee's legs behind her arms, exposing her pussy and asshole. Renee started to lick at Edith's asshole. Edith did the same to Renee's. Mark could not explain it. There was just something sexy about two women being in a 69 position giving each other rimjobs. It was kinky and he loved Edith for being so. Mark got behind Edith and joined Renee. He commanded kindly,
"Rest your head Renee, I'll take over."
Renee stopped licking her mistress's ass so her master could take over. However, she would be damned if her mistress was pleasuring her while she did nothing. So she licked Edith's clitoris.
Edith moaned and continued to lick Renee's asshole.
Mark spread Edith's butt cheeks and stared in arousal at her tight little anus. It was tiny, pink, and completely adorable. He put his face to Edith's ass and forced his tongue into it. Edith cried out as both her holes were being penetrated by the tongues of her lover and her best friend. She turned to see Cindy not looking. She called her,
"Hey! Slave! Turn over here and watch! And keep touching yourself!"
"Yes Mistress Edith!"
Cindy turned as much as she could with her restricting leash on. She continued to masturbate as she was forced to watch her husband pleasure these other two women. Edith purposely moaned to Mark aloud to degrade Cindy further.
"Oh Mark! You are so amazing! Tell me that you love my body!"
"It's so delicious my love! I love it! Your body is perfect!"
"Is it better than that slave's body?"
"Yes! You have bigger boobs and a nicer butt!"
"Oh Mark! Mark!"
Cindy was humiliated by those words. What made everything worse for her was that her pussy was leaking from her masturbation. She wanted to stop, but she could not due to Edith's command. She did not want to be punished. The only thing she could do was touch herself while she was being degraded. Edith's pussy leaked into Renee's mouth and she swallowed whatever came out. Mark could feel Edith's sphincter clench around his tongue as she came.
Edith panted as she released Renee's legs. She got off of Renee and sat on the bed. Mark sat next to her and they kissed each other passionately. Once they broke their kiss, Edith looked Cindy right in the eyes and smiled evilly towards her. She commanded Renee,
"Renee, untie that dog and have her watch me and Mark make love."
"With pleasure Mistress."
Renee walked up to Cindy and untied her from the bed. She let Cindy crawl onto the bed. She was on her hands and knees and was expected to stay where she was. However, she crawled to Mark and slapped him.
"I hope you fucking die! You fucking—"
Mark slapped Cindy back with the back of his hand. His eyes turned red and the canines of his teeth shaped into fangs. He said in an angry tone,
"You strike me like that again and I'll kill you!"
Cindy, for the first time, was afraid of Mark. He had those same red eyes that Renee wore that night she raped her. He had never hit her before and she now knew why he acted as if he did not know her. Cindy could not believe that he hit back. She thought that he would yield to her. For so long, she had made him her bitch. Now she had a feeling that the tables were going to turn... permanently.
"Renee! You dare let your guard down and allow her to do this?!"
"I am sorry Mistress, I—"
"It's alright Edith, it's not like it actually hurt. Renee, to make up for this, I want you to punish her for us."
"Yes Master! I apologize."
Edith felt Mark caress her body. Her angry expression turned to a smile again. Mark showered her body with kisses. She giggled from the tickling touch of his lips. As Mark and Edith were preoccupied with each other, Renee was forcing Cindy's chin into the bed saying,
"You're gonna pay bitch! While you bow before your Master and Mistress!"
Renee held up the paddle and was about to spank Cindy again. Cindy forced her eyes shut and tensed her butt cheeks, readying herself for the hard swat. However, she did not feel anything. She opened her eyes to see that Renee was off the bed. She took one of the candles from the room and wore an evil grin as she walked back to her.
Edith got on top of Mark and aimed his cock at her pussy. She sank down and looked at Cindy as she was having her head forced down onto the bed again. She moaned and kissed Mark in front of her. Renee held Cindy's head in place to make sure she would not turn away. She tugged on the tail of Cindy's butt plug and pulled it out fast. Cindy cried out from the sudden re-stretching of her ass.
Edith rode Mark's cock and enjoyed him squeezing her breasts as she did so. She smiled at Cindy, knowing what Renee was going to do to her. Cindy was getting nervous from the look on Edith's face. She felt something press into her sore asshole. Renee had an evil grin on her face as she forced the candle into Cindy's ass. Once she felt that a good length had been inserted, she left it there for it to melt. Mark and Edith enjoyed the sight of the slave being punished. Renee was extremely horny and asked Edith,
"Mistress, may I please touch myself!"
"Of course Renee! Cum to your heart's content."
Cindy thought it was a dildo, but she soon realized what it was. Hot wax began to stimulate the area near her anus and she begged Renee,
"Ah! Mistress Renee! It burns! Please take it out! Please!"
The wax traveled down to Cindy's pussy; she continued to moan and beg. As Renee stroked herself, she stuck a finger of her other hand into Cindy's pussy. She was very wet. She informed Mark and Edith,
"This bitch is getting off to this!"
"Hmm, I have an idea Renee...Slave! You are not to cum while we are having sex! If you do, then Renee is going to punish you severely after this. Is that clear?!"
"Ye...mmm...yes...yes Mistress Edith...mmm."
The minutes flew by as Edith and Mark enjoyed their love making along with watching the slave's struggle to not cum. Renee held Cindy's head in place with one hand and used her other to stroke herself. Cindy had no way out and was struggling not to cum while being forced to watch her husband fuck this other woman. Renee was enjoying the sight of Cindy curling her toes in frustration. She knew she wanted to cum and was trying her hardest not to. Edith was ready.
"Oh Mark, I'm gonna cum!"
"I'll cum with you my love!" Mark responded.
"Mistress, may I cum with you two?!" Renee moaned.
"You can cum Renee! But not you slave!"
Renee got a sadistic idea from seeing Cindy's body quiver from her desperately trying not to climax. As Edith rode Mark faster, Renee started to rub Cindy's clitoris. Cindy yelped and begged,
"Oh! No please! Please Mistress Renee! Don't! I'll cum if you do that!"
"Well, I guess you better fight it then." Renee said with a sadistic grin.
"Oh no! No!"
"Mark! I'm cumming!!"
"Edith! Me too!"
Renee stroked herself and Cindy faster and was not too far behind. Cindy could not fight it anymore and came with Renee. Cindy moaned and climaxed as she saw Mark's cum leak out of Edith's pussy. Renee saw the candle move from the clenching of Cindy's asshole. She knew she was cumming.
When the four had finished, Edith got off Mark and commanded Cindy,
Cindy crawled to Mark and Edith and began to suck Mark's cock. She cleaned up both Mark and Edith's cum. She swallowed whatever ended up in her mouth. She then turned to Edith, who spread her legs and pussy lips with her fingers. Cindy licked at Edith's pussy and Edith pushed Mark's cum out. Cindy felt a large gush of cum spilling into her mouth. She quickly swallowed it and continued to clean Edith.
Once Cindy finished, Edith asked Renee,
"Renee, can you take this dog out? Mark and I are going to rest now."
"As you wish Mistress."
Renee put her clothes back on and pulled Cindy by her leash and the two left the room with Cindy still crawling like a dog with the candle stuck in her ass, but unlit. When the two were out, Cindy kept moving, but felt that Renee was not moving with her. She turned back and her eyes widened. She saw Renee holding an extremely large butt plug. She once again gave that evil smile of hers and said,
"Looks like you still need a lot more discipline if you struck the master like that and came without permission..."
Edith and Mark snuggled on the bed and kissed each other. Edith smiled at Mark once they broke their kiss. She was happy that she had spent the past six months getting to know him. She did not want to call him Francis as they made love. She wanted to fall in love with Mark, not stay in love with Francis. She was happy that she knew it was the face of Mark Clark she was looking at. She had successfully moved on and she knew Francis would have wanted that for her.
"I love you Mark."
Mark smiled back at Edith and responded,
"I love you too Edith."
They closed their eyes and continued to kiss again, not caring about anything else in the world at the moment. The two vampires had finally found something that they had lacked in a very long time...