Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Danielle had arrived at the stage where her heavy breathing indicated she would be interested in little else but a bit of released tensions at this point. She never ceased to amaze him. Her recuperating powers were unbelievable, and her nymphomaniacal qualities seemingly insatiable. He smiled as he looked into her face and watched her mouth open and close in her mounting ecstasy.

"My love, one question before we get into this session," he said, never relenting from the tantalization of her warm cunt. "Our swapping young people are coming for the weekend are they not?"

"Yes, yes… oh God, please, Master. You must do something to me. Whatever, whatever… only don't make me wait any longer. I swear… I'll go out of my mind!"

Leduc made his little characteristic chuckle. "All right," he said. "I suggest you get the double dildo… hmmmm… with the eight-inch phalluses, I think."

Her ravishing eyes sparkled excitedly. "The double dildo?"

"Exactly."

"Oh marvelous!" she exclaimed. "That means my loving master wants to indulge in his favorite… a bit of sodomy, but performed on him this time. And I will enjoy that delicious rod buried in my cunt."

Leduc kissed her on the nose. "Precisely, ma chere," he said.

She encircled both arms around his neck, grinding her naked breasts tightly against him. "Alex," she moaned, "I love you so much!"

It was not Janet's first trip to Paris. She had toured Europe with her parents when she was fifteen and again with her mother three years past when she was eighteen, and she had been overjoyed when she had married Paul to learn that the fascinating city was going to be their home for the next few years; but now, caught up in the torment of this monstrous illness that had swept over her, she wanted nothing more than to be away from there as soon as possible to be back in Boston amongst those who loved her and could comfort her.

Paul could not help her now. As much as she loved him, and wanted to throw herself at his feet to beg his forgiveness for the vile, wanton acts she had committed with Doctor Leduc, she knew she could not. He would never understand that she had had no control over herself, that she had given her body to this man because of some wicked compelling force she could not fathom.

When they had parted at Le Havre, she had vowed to herself never to see the doctor again. She had felt certain that once out of his jurisdiction the malady – whatever in God's name it was – would pass… even to the terrifying addiction he had somehow subjected her to. And last night, she had made every attempt to be gay and carefree, continually insisting to herself that Leduc's hold over her was no longer, that she had beaten it and now all would be well… Then, had come the horrible agonies, the vomiting and clutching stomach pains… and the detestable sight of Paul's naked body…

Dear God! I must be losing my mind. I can't stand the sight of my own husband's naked body, but I go wild with desire merely thinking of Leduc's heavy, thick shaft! I want it inside me… I… I even want it in my mouth… to lick and suck it… I want him to pump his hot, white sperm into me until I drown in it…!

"Come along, darling. You should be getting ready," Paul said, interrupting her lewd mental torture, as they sat across from one another at the breakfast table. "We have a long ride. Dives is some two-hundred kilometers. As it is, we won't arrive there until late in the afternoon."

"Paul… I don't want to go… I don't want to see Doctor Leduc again…"

"Honey, let's not go through that again. You're being unreasonable… just talking silly," Paul said, shifting uneasily upon his chair and trying desperately not to lose patience with her. "Doctor Leduc has helped you. You've said so yourself… just like last night… and I'm confident, given a little time, he'll have you back to…" He paused, catching himself in time.

Janet managed a mirthless smile. "You were going to say… back to normal."

He caught her hand and held it. "You know what I mean, Janet. My God, I love you, baby, and all I want is to see you well and happy again…"

"Then take me home. Take me back to Boston, Paul," she said quickly. "I know I'll get better there, right away."

Paul withdrew his hand, getting to his feet with a jerk. "Dammit, I've told you that's impossible, Janet… and you know it. I'm committed here now. I just can't… can't walk away like that."

"You can resign."

"And have my father laugh himself sick at me?" he snapped at her. "Oh no," he shook his head vigorously. "I've taken all the 'I-told-you-so' remarks I can from him and the rest of the family. No, Janet. I'm not going to resign and go crawling back there to be an office boy for Cornelius Arden. Never…"

"But you don't have to do that, darling," she put in anxiously. "My daddy has offered you any one of a dozen fine positions…"

"No, Janet! I won't run errands for Jeremiah Clinton either," Paul insisted, slamming the table heavily with his balled fist. "No, by God, we're here and here we stay. We'll make our own way and we'll suffer out our problems together… depending on each other and no one else." His handsome young face was set in a stern expression of finality. "Now, pack what we'll need for the weekend. I want to be on our way in thirty-minutes."

With that, he left her, storming off toward the bedroom to dress while she stared at her cold, half-emptied coffee cup.

All right, damn you. If that's what you want, Paul Arden, that's what you'll get. Only don't say after that I didn't do my best to have you take me out of here. God alone knows what's going to happen now… Suffer our problems together, is it? Good God, you don't know what you're saying… and I can't tell you… I can't! All right… yes, yes, I'll go to him… and I hope he fucks me until I can't walk straight! Ohhh, damn you, Paul Arden! Goddamn you!

Both Janet and Paul were surprised to learn that four other young couples were weekend guests at the Leduc's palatial summer villa. As well, was Paul a bit disappointed at the nasty, cold turn the weather had taken, for he had hoped to do some sailing and perhaps some surf casting; however, he soon found the others to be friendly, sociable, as well as attractive young people, with a minimum of financial problems – young people who had been drawn to the Leducs through the doctor's practice, giving them all something in common. So, almost from the moment of their arrival, a drink was placed in their hands and the indoor merrymaking theme of the next few days caught them up.

While soft enticing music seemed to float continuously in the background of the luxurious surroundings, and servants were constantly available to satisfy one's slightest whim, there was also dancing, poker, chess and bridge in progress, along with the one or two guests who preferred just to lounge and drink. Janet had gotten involved in a rubber of bridge and was seemingly enjoying herself more than Paul had hoped for. He was extremely pleased and more happy than ever that he had insisted they come. Perhaps this was what she needed most of all… social involvement. Really, she'd had little of it since they left New York… little of anything, for that matter, except suffering. Poor, beautiful darling. God, how he loved her.

He watched her laughing and joking, sipping at a liqueur, as he sat contentedly in a large, plush chair enjoying a scotch and soda of his own, and suddenly it occurred to him that he never remembered being engirdled by such beauty. The striking handsomeness of the men meant little to him, but the spectacular beauty of the women wherever he looked amazed him. Such pulchritude was rare in this quantity, even at gatherings of stage celebrities or movie people. Momentarily, he mused over this as he looked about him from female to female and began to experience faint prurient sensations commencing in his loins. The taunting desire embarrassed him… but what the hell could he expect, he reminded himself. How long had it been? Damn…