Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

"Oooohhh, fill me, fill me my darling!" she cried unintelligibly around the plundering tongue still thrust into her throat, while the seething walls of her quaking pussy sucked at the jerking cock ravenously, until it offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, sticky sperm sucked from it.

Leduc fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his thick hot sperm mixed with her own delectable juices back-washing his deflated, limp prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too exhaustedly gave one last spasm, quaking to a final limpness, her legs falling and protruding lifelessly on either side of his body.

He breathed deeply, then slowly pulled himself from the semiconscious girl's form, his flaccid cock sliding from her ravaged cunt. She whimpered as he pulled free. He walked around the table to her and smiled down upon the lovely, spent face. Lifting her arm, he held the hand with the ring before her face.

"Can you see the beautiful amethyst, ma chere? It is your engagement ring. It sparkles… can you see?"

"I… yes, I can see…"

"Concentrate on it, my pet. Watch the stunning sparkle as I move it in the light. It fascinates you, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes… it fascinates me…"

There were certain aspects of Dhattura that more than pleased him, Doctor Leduc mused after she had been contentedly sent upon her way and he smoked a silent, restful pipe of turkish mixture. The drug was seldom, if ever, used in the west these days, but its long colorful history for centuries was well known as a popular intoxicant in Europe. He had made a great study of aphrodisiacs… a particular necessity in his more intimate ventures. It was its aftermath, the amnesiac effects that pleased him. Of course, it sometimes produced suicidal effects too, but hypnotism controlled that nicely. In all, it made a perfect blend… like his tobacco. He smiled. Lovely creature… and she was completely… how is it they say in America… "hooked"?

Paul could not believe it when she walked in, threw her arms around him and kissed him. He was still in his robe having just showered and shaved, preparing to go out looking for her; when there she stood like a vision, showering him with love that he felt he had no right to accept after the abominable manner in which he had treated her on her wedding night.

Her arms were around his neck and her lush lips flush against his own as she clung to him… and he could only guess, but he would almost bet one of her tiny feet was raised knee-high behind her.

"Darling, I've been to Doctor Leduc," she was saying, her eyes sparkling, her lips two wet treasured jewels in themselves. He sampled them once more. She pulled free and said, "He is also a marriage counselor in Paris. Isn't that wonderful? I feel grand."

She swung away from him, throwing herself onto the bed and kicking her feet into the air, almost baring her delectable thighs all the way to her nylon panties and making him gulp heavily. "W-What happened?" he stammered.

She sprung from the bed throwing her arms around his neck in a little dance and smiling. "Nothing, except I love you, I love you, my darling!" she spewed at him.

He kissed her again, feeling his member throbbing between his legs and began to weigh his chances of hauling her down to the bed for a taste of conjugal bliss. God, how he wanted to fuck her when she was like this! He tried… but she swung free of him and held up her finger as if to say, naughty, naughty.

"Let me change and we'll go up on deck," she exhilarated. "I want for us to enjoy this day so that we remember it forever… don't you, darling?"

"Y-Yes… of course, I do," he managed.

He didn't intend to press his good fortune. He could wait until the night, until she was ready once more and then he would make up for all of this agony and shame he had brought her. By God, he'd be the perfect lover. He would treat her like a baby. Her every whim would be his command. What an ugly brute of a fool he had been… and the way she was taking it, as if it had never happened. This Leduc must be a genius. He would certainly have to have a chat with him. It seemed that he owed the disgingue docteur a great deal more than he could ever pay him.

And the day passed splendidly, as hand in hand they explored the massive liner, mingled with the passengers, enjoyed the brilliant warm sun from their deck chairs, until mid-afternoon when Janet left him to have her hair attended and Paul wandered to the lounge enjoying a particular warmth inside he had not known for some time.

He had no more than climbed onto a stool at the bar, ordered a tall scotch and soda, when the unctuous voice of Doctor Leduc spoke to him.

"Ah oui, M'sieu' Arden, I was going to look you up after dinner and suggest we have a word together," the tall, suave Frenchman said with a smile, climbing onto the adjacent stool and ordering a cognac.

Paul returned his smile. "Strangely enough, I intended to drop around and see you, Doctor. I-I wanted to thank you for attending Mrs. Arden," he said, sensing his face reddening. "I… I fear she was in quite a state… and understandably so…"

Leduc raised his hand slightly, as if to say self-chastisement was unnecessary, then offered a little mundane wink of the eye. "Man's lust is one of the curses the deity saw fit to plague us with, so we must live with it, M'sieu'… and our women take us for better or for worse which, unfortunately, places them in a more sufferable position."

"I'm afraid I… I lost my head entirely, Doctor," Paul said, feeling his guilt and the need to acknowledge it to this qualified listener. He lifted his glass and drank heavily. "I… I don't know what the devil got into me… unless… yes, I suppose that was just what it was… the devil got into me."

Leduc smiled understandingly, almost sympathetically. He said, "I venture he spends a great deal of time playing about in most of us, M'sieu'. However, I wouldn't let this trouble me too much if I were you. I… I don't believe that any approach, regardless of how gentle, would have been receptive to Madame Arden at that point."

His comment jarred Paul. He turned to study the slender, handsome face closer. The physician's discerning dark eyes were focused upon the glass in his hand and he seemed to be avoiding the act of looking at him. He said, "I don't follow you, Doctor. Be a little more explicit."

Leduc shrugged in the characteristic French gesture. He set down his glass and touched his finger-tips together, still not looking at Paul.

"I doubt that I can be very explicit, M'sieu'… that is, I have only made a preliminary examination, you understand. More extensive consultations, mind probing, et cetera, et cetera, would have to be done…"

Paul caught at his arm. "What are you saying, Doctor? Is something physically wrong with Janet?" He tried to draw the French physician's direct gaze so that he could see into his eyes, but they continued to avoid him. "Look at me, man! What's wrong with her?"

Leduc eyed him levelly. "I am not sure, M'sieu', without further examination. I hesitate to diagnose at this stage… however, I assure you there's nothing physical troubling the Madame."

Paul stared at him. "You're saying that… that she has a… a mental problem?" he heard himself question.

"M'sieu'… please, understand that I can say nothing more definite at this time," said Doctor Leduc, compassion in his voice. "Further examination… many of them, perhaps, must be made to form a final conclusion. This morning, in the short time she was with me, I detected… definite signs of emotional instability that are… well, to say the least, M'sieu'… alarming."

"Emotional instability…!" Paul repeated, his brain suddenly in a whirl. A twinge of anger welled up inside him. The man was a fool. Janet… emotionally unstable?