Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love (31 page)

"Nah, just run your damned errand and get
back here! I'm not a fuckin' babysitter!" Ridgely said.

Serina laughed, a cruel sound. "That would be
the perfect dream job for you, I imagine. Let me modify my
instructions just a bit. I don't recommend you shift your age range
to include our guest; if I come back and there's so much as a pubic
hair out of place... I'll castrate you and feed you your own
miserable balls. Clear?"

"Clear," Ridgely said, sounding to Maddi as
though he believed every word of Jarvis' threat.

"Good. Make sure it stays that way," she said
and silence followed.

Maddi lay still, wondering if he could, in
fact, tempt this Ridgely to help him. Then again, the possibility
of losing his balls might make the man harder to convince. Still,
it was worth a shot. He waited longer, making sure Jarvis was
really gone, before calling out. "Hey! Hey! Is anybody here? Help!
Help me, please!" He waited, listening.

The door suddenly whisked open, a swath of
light cutting across the bed, perfectly showcasing Maddi's exposed
midsection. A moment later, Ridgely entered the room. "Close your
eyes, I'm gonna turn on the lights." He paused a moment for Maddi
to comply. "Lights on!" he ordered and then gasped. "Holy shit! Can
she pick 'em or what? She may be a crazy bitch, but she's got damn
good taste."

Maddi opened his eyes to the light. The first
thing he saw was Ridgely, roughly mid-fifties, disheveled, paunchy
and rubbing his crotch while ogling Maddi obscenely. Maddi closed
his eyes, willing himself to not appear as repulsed as he felt; the
man was disgusting.

"Don't you look pretty?" Ridgely said, coming
further into the room. "Bitch didn't say I couldn't look, did she?
Maybe touch just a little..." He came closer to the bed. "Just so I
don't leave any signs. Of course, you can't tell her, either;
she'll make it bad for us both."

"Look buddy, I don't know who you are or who
she is, I don't even know what the hell I'm doing here! But if you
help me, I'll do whatever you want. You wanna piece, I'll give you
one; you want I should blow you, I'll be down on my knees in a
heartbeat. Just help me!" He made himself look as scared and
sincere as possible. "Seriously! Please, mister!"

Ridgely looked torn between his libido and
his forced allegiance to Jarvis. "Such pretty lips..." he mumbled,
rubbing his crotch even harder.

Maddi licked his lips staring into Ridgely's
eyes, making himself look young and vulnerable. "Anything," he
whispered. "Please..."

Ridgley looked as though he'd seen paradise
as he sat on the bed next to Maddi, reaching out and running the
fingers of one hand from the base of Maddi's throat to just above
his pubic hair. Maddi closed his eyes and shivered, hoping Ridgely
would mistake his reaction for passion. He felt the man's clammy
hand brush his cock and dip below to cup his balls.

"Mmmmm... Yeah," he moaned, encouraging the
man.

Ridgely leered at him, licking his chapped
lips. Maddi shuddered again as the man returned his hand to Maddi's
cock. Maddi realized there was no way he was going to be able to
fake an erection, thus continuing the charade. He exhaled, closed
his eyes and thought of Edgar; soon, his cock was swelling, the
result of the combination of memories of Edgar and the disgusting
man's ministrations.

Ridgely seemed convinced of Maddi's interest;
however, Maddi began struggling to keep up the pretense as thinking
of Edgar brought back memories of their recent parting. He fought
not to cry as he remembered the look on Edgar's face when he turned
to walk out the door. Fortunately for Maddi, Ridgely was too
distracted with his own pleasure.

Maddi forced the image of Edgar's face from
his mind, spent another moment focusing instead on sex with him and
opened his eyes. Maddi whimpered, looking at Ridgely, whose eyes
were glazed over as he continued rubbing himself. "Yeah, man, that
feels so good," he choked the words out. "If you let me up, I'll
make you feel just as good. Not all the way up; I don't want that
crazy woman to hurt you. Just my hands, maybe. I'll make you feel
so good, I promise."

This got Ridgely's attention; the man stopped
rubbing his own crotch and released Maddi's hard cock. He was
staring at Maddi, trying to decide whether to believe him. Maddi
pressed his advantage, licking his lips provocatively and squirming
against his bonds. "I'm so hot for you now," he paused, allowing an
inner grimace, "daddy, you can do anything you want, but please let
me up so I can make you feel good."

This pushed Ridgely over the edge and he
leaned over Maddi, working to untie his left hand. As he did so,
Maddi got a whiff of the man's particularly strong body odor and
fought not to gag. His efforts were rewarded when he felt the cuff
fall away from his left hand and Ridgely began working on the right
one.

Maddi focused all of his attention on
Ridgely's throat, just below the man's Adam's apple; a well-aimed
blow would cause considerable pain and a feeling of choking, more
than enough to distract the disgusting man while Maddi escaped.
He'd have to go without clothing, unless there was something
convenient at hand. The bed sheet would do in a pinch, but he
didn't mind being naked in public if it meant getting away from
Ridgely and Jarvis.

Finally, Ridgely managed to get the cuff off
of Maddi's right wrist. Maddi took a moment to rub both wrists and
leverage himself into a seated position. The expectant look on
Ridgely's face reminded Maddi of a dog waiting for a treat after
performing a trick; if his plan worked, this dog would soon be
writhing on the floor, gasping for air. Maddi faked a stretch,
moving both arms above his head before bringing them down, hands
level with his shoulders. He gave Ridgely a look filled with
lascivious promise and, flattening his right hand, struck out at
his captor's throat, fingertips connecting with the spot just below
Ridgely's Adam's apple.

As expected, the man gasped, grabbed his
throat and fell of the bed. Maddi wasted no time and began
unfastening the cuffs around his ankles. Ridgely was wheezing on
the floor, clutching his throat with both hands, no longer a threat
for the moment. As the last cuff came free, Maddi quickly glanced
around the room and saw his clothes in a heap on the floor near the
door. He grabbed them and ran for the front door, dressing as he
went. He paused long enough to put his pants on, palmed the door
open and ran right into Jarvis.

His first thought was to run right over the
woman; she was about an inch shorter, he should be able to take
her. That thought disappeared in a flash, replaced by shock as he
found himself on floor; she had run over him. He moved to get up
only to find her standing there, pointing a mini at him, the look
on her face more frightening than the small gun.

She looked down at the shrinking bulge in his
pants and, in a voice colder than ice, said, "Ridgely. I should've
known that walking erection wouldn't be able to control himself. If
I was nicer, I'd offer you some mouthwash, Mr. Bristow. I can't
imagine the taste he must've left behind."

"Not necessary, thanks," Maddi said. "We
never got that far."

"Hmm. You just earned some respect. So, I'm
not going to find that disgusting pig of a man in post-coital
sleep, then?" She looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"No, you're not. You will find him on the
floor, hoping that I didn't damage his trachea when I hit him,"
Maddi answered. He was no martial artist, but he was wondering if
he could sweep her feet before she had a chance to shoot him.
Unfortunately, he never got the chance. As dispassionately as one
would discard a used tissue, she swept the mini down his body and
shot him in the left knee. He howled in pain, grabbed his knee and
tried to push away from her. He ended up on the floor at her
feet.

"Stop it or I'll blow out the other one,"
Jarvis said. Her voice held the same tone as though she was
offering him a drink. "It's a mini-bullet, but, as I'm sure you're
now aware, it still hurts like hell. You're lucky I chose your knee
and not your crotch; don't make me change my mind. Now get up!
We're going back to the bedroom."

"Get up?" Maddi hollered. "How, you crazy
bitch? You shot me!"

"Your manners need work, Mr. Bristow," Jarvis
replied and shot him in the right knee. "I suggest you fix them
quickly, before I run out of non-lethal places to shoot. Obviously,
you're not getting up now; but you can scoot your ass across the
floor. Get to it or shall I shoot you in the foot?"

The pain was overwhelming and Maddi was
losing the advantage of the adrenaline he'd built up after his plan
worked on Ridgely. He was feeling nauseated by the pain and near
tears, but he started pulling himself backward as instructed. "Good
boy," Jarvis said, her smile more frightening than her gun. "Keep
at it," she followed him, never losing her aim on his left
foot.

Halfway to the bedroom, he lost the fight
against the tears. He stopped moving and sat, crying fat, hot tears
of pain and hopelessness. Just yesterday, he'd found who he'd been
sure was the man of his dreams, his future mate, and now he'd
probably never see Edgar again. He had no idea what this insane
creature wanted from Edgar; if money, that wouldn't be a problem,
not after what Edgar told him. That didn't mean she'd ever let
Maddi live, though; her disregard for life so thoroughly confounded
Maddi that he didn't think there were any lines she wouldn't
cross.

He sat there, bleeding and crying, until
Jarvis kicked one of his feet. The blow sent a searing jolt of pain
through his leg, followed closely by a wave of nausea so strong, he
leaned to one side and vomited all over the carpet.

Jarvis waited until he was done, then said,
"Well, that ought to improve the smell in here. Anything to compete
with Ridgely's stench. Now quit blubbing and get your ass moving or
I will make you wish you were already dead!"

He briefly contemplated telling her to go
fuck herself, sure now that he'd never get out of it alive anyway.
The sudden pain in his right ear as a mini-bullet grazed him,
knocked that thought out of his mind. Obviously, Jarvis was no
amateur and could cause him even worse suffering before letting him
die. He began dragging himself toward the bedroom again.

His efforts were interrupted by a gagging
croak. Ridgely was at the bedroom door, trying to speak.
"B-bastard!" he managed to get out, before lapsing into a coughing
fit. When he finally got control of himself, he moved as though to
kick Maddi. The younger man turned to face front again and covered
his head, preparing for the blow.

It never came, though. Instead, Maddi heard
the hissing discharge of the mini and a thud as Ridgely hit the
floor. He twisted around to see the man clutching his chest just
below his right collar bone. Jarvis carefully stepped around Maddi
and stood over the fallen Ridgely. "You are a fucking waste of
oxygen, Ridgely," she said. "I've known people who were slaves to
their pleasures. Hell, I make my living off of them; but you!
You're the worst. You have so little self-control, you can't even
last thirty minutes without letting your hormones take over. Now
get your ass up and get in there!" she gestured at the bedroom with
the mini.

Ridgely hauled himself up, grunting and
panting, and obeyed. Jarvis squatted just behind and to Maddi's
left. "And you. Crafty little fucker, you are," she said. "You were
smart to take advantage of him; I have to give you credit for that.
However," she grabbed a handful of Maddi's hair and yanked his head
back. He felt her soft breath against his ear as she said, "If you
try any of that shit with me, I'll cut your tongue out and eat it
for lunch." She released his hair, stood, and said, "Now get
moving! We have some work to do in the bedroom."

Jarvis waited for Maddi to drag himself up
onto the bed before coming into the room herself. He was shaking
with pain and exertion and his knees were bleeding badly. Once he
was settled, Jarvis turned her attention to Ridgely.

"I told you what would happen if you fucked
with me, asshole," she said. She turned to Maddi and added, "Why is
it no one ever listens? Is it really so fucking hard to do what
you're told? I want you to pay attention, pretty boy; I'm going to
show asswipe over there," she gestured over her shoulder with her
thumb, "what happens when I don't get my way." She looked at the
sheets then, seeing all the blood as though for the first time.
"Let's fix those knees."

She left the room and returned a moment later
with a small bag. "I picked a few things up to help convince your
rich boyfriend to pay for you. Then asshole decided to fuck up; so
I guess I'll use them on him. Lucky for you, they can also help
with your knees." She dumped the bag's contents on the bed. Maddi
blanched upon seeing razor blades, isopropyl alcohol, gauze pads,
and Prozine injectable anesthetic; she'd gone to a bodmod shop.
There was no telling what she might have in mind for him or for the
softly whimpering Ridgely.

"Those jeans have to come off, though," she
said. "Your choice: you do it or he does," she pointed the mini at
Ridgely.

"I-I'll do it," Maddi said through the pain.
"Wh-what are you going to do with this stuff?" he nodded at the
supplies.

"I was going to send your boyfriend a piece
of you, an ear or maybe your cock, to show him I'm serious. Don't
worry," she said at the horrified expression on Maddi's face, "like
I said, asshole fucked up, so I'll patch you up and send Edgar his
pitiful prick. Different dick, same message, eh? Now strip."

Maddi unbuttoned his pants and began working
them off slowly, trying not to cause himself more pain than he
already felt. He was too preoccupied to notice Ridgely moving up
behind Jarvis. He got the pants past his shattered knees and was
about to try getting them completely off when he heard the hiss of
the mini again. Ridgely cried out in pain and fell to the floor,
clutching his own shattered knee.