Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Well, he'd always been given to understand that much more license was taken in Europe amongst married couples, and now he had the proof of it. And oddly enough, he found that he felt no less attracted to any of them… in fact, if anything, he experienced a sense of closer relationship with each and all of them… a sort of private, pleasant, cliquish feeling.

And he was not going to worry about Janet. She was in good, competent hands… friendly hands. Perhaps a week or so of rest as the Frenchman had suggested would do her worlds of good. He hoped so. God… he really did love her with all of his heart.

He lay his head back against the seat and let individual events of the evening pass through his mind, until shortly, he felt his member stirring lustfully. He hoped this mission was not going to take too long. He was damned anxious to get back.

Janet stirred restlessly in the small bed. Her eyes fluttered open and struggled with the sunless daylight seeping in through the little window of the cell-like room. The stale air was warm and thick and strange odors wafted through her nostrils, causing her brow to wrinkle slightly, as though in deep concentrated thought.

Her vision adjusted slowly and she saw that the room was barren, foreign to her, and that she wore a white, coarse gown and was covered with a single sheet and white spread. Her tongue circled her lips, tasting the slight pungency of a sticky moistness around them. She was momentarily at complete loss, she thought to herself, through the haze that still clouded her half-dimmed mind.

She lay quietly and tried to remember… and after a moment incidents began to creep from the recesses of her memory bank and form into little incomplete pictures… lewd pictures of impossibly vile, perverted acts in which she had taken part… No… no! It was possible! She had dreamed it! Yes, that was it… a horrible, revulsive dream… but it had seemed so real!

Paul! Where was Paul? She sat up quickly and her head swam with the effort; her stomach threatened to revolt and slowly she dropped back onto the pillow. Little twinges of fear began to come alive inside her. Had she been ill? Her body ached terribly; she felt so weak and nauseous… and this room… Where was she? Again, she looked toward the window and saw the heavy screening covering it on the outside… and the closed door… it had no inside knob; there was a small, square glassed opening covered with the same heavy screening in its upper center… like a cell!

Once more, she forced her brain to retrace the visions it had conjured for her moments before. The vividness of them flickered across her mind as though she were watching a slightly out of focus television screen. Carefully, she commenced a self-exploration, smoothing her hands gently under the covers and beneath her gown up to her breasts. Ohhh, my God, they're tender. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs and she spread them a little ways apart. She groaned again as her fingers touched tenderly the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. Her fingers probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, the tips becoming moist from the white, sticky liquid oozing viscously from it, wetting the split of her buttocks and the bed beneath. The tickling caused from the little rivulet made her flex her crotch muscles, and once more she winced from the burning pain in her rectum.

Lord above! Had it all actually happened? Or had Paul raped her again… perhaps when she was unconscious from what ever it was Doctor Leduc was treating her for…? Doctor Leduc? My God, in her dream, he had made her call him Master! And Madame Leduc had been there… all of them committing deplorably salacious acts on each other… and the dog, Vailante…! Dear Jesus, the dog! Had it actually happened…? She and the dog?

Wild thoughts raced through her mind one after another. Or was it possible that she had done this to herself… in the throes of fever, perhaps…? Yes… it was possible she thought. She had done it before in extreme moments of frustration… but never like this. She had never gone to such extremes even in her wildest moments of desire. Could her own hand have probed so deep into her stomach and left this hot, gurgling pool that seemed lodged there now… or had that vile dog truly mounted her?

A feeling of deep shame crept over her. She had denied her Paul the right to do things to her time and again, a right that was his… and then she had stooped to the vilest acts of lust… even with an animal. Dear God in heaven, I must be insane! That's what's the matter with me… why I'm here locked away… why the window and door are barred! I'm losing my mind… turning into an animal myself…!

A noise at the door caused her to close her eyes quickly and to pretend at sleep. She heard it open and someone enter. There seemed to be more than one but she didn't open her eyes to see, only waited.

"She still sleeps," a strange voice said.

The aroma of perfume drifted to her, then she heard the voice of Madame Leduc.

"She is lovely… like a child lying there."

"Oui, but let us remember that she is a commodity, ma chere," replied Doctor Leduc.

"Of course, cheri. I merely mentioned it in passing," the woman said. "Are you going to awaken her?"

"Oui. I want her to have her… ah… medication regularly so that we can keep her in an amorous mood… if you know what I mean," said Leduc with a little chuckle.

"And hypnosis?" questioned the Madame.

"No longer necessary, ma chere. My post-hypnotic suggestions are well planted in her mind. She feels she must have her shot daily or go into painful withdrawal… and of course, the Dhattura takes care of the rest." Then, he addressed the third party, "Are you certain, Erabas, that she hasn't awakened since we brought her?"

"I have watched closely. I am certain, Master," the strange voice answered in a deep, strong tone.

"Very well…"

Janet felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. She had to steel herself to keep from cringing. Then, the doctor's voice said, "Madame… Madame Arden… wake up… it is Doctor Leduc."

Janet feigned a moan, rolled her head lightly from side to side, then let her eyes flutter open in blank confusion.

"How do you feel, ma chere?" he questioned gently, smiling down at her.

Momentarily, Janet did not speak, but let her eyes rove over their faces and the surroundings as if she were truly awakening from a deep stupor. They paused to rest briefly on the huge brown man who stood with arms folded across his naked, muscular chest like some eunuch overseer in a harem. He smiled at her showing a mouthful of hard, white teeth. He was completely hairless and a heavy earring hung from the lobe of his left ear. She felt a shudder pass over her as her eyes came back to the doctor.

"I-I… where am I? What hap… happened to me?"

Leduc patted her hand tenderly. "You have had a trying time… a rather serious nervous collapse, and you are now in a sanitarium outside of Paris."

"Nerv… nervous col… lapse?" Janet stammered, moving her head negatively in disbelief.

"Yes… but there is nothing to worry about now. You're coming along fine," assured Leduc.

"Paul… where is my husband?"

Again, the suave Frenchman patted her hand warmly. "He has been called away, ma chere. Right after it happened. He thought it best to move you here where you would be properly looked after and I could tend you. The Embassy has sent him on a special mission, but I'm sure he'll be returning in a week or so…"

"A week or so! You mean, I have to remain here…?"

Madame Leduc moved close to the bed and smiled down at her as she tenderly smoothed her brow. "It is best, cheri… after what happened, and until you are feeling better."