Thor'sday Night - Paranormal Erotica (28 page)

The fresh salt breeze is replaced by a musty
warmth that tells her they have entered the cave. Yet they do not
take her as deep into the earth as she had expected. Almost at once
she feels herself laid across a cool leather skin.

‘Now what?’

‘Now we take the boat out.’

His ship is ready to sail.

‘I’ll need help.’

The sound of receding footsteps confuses her,
and she opens her eyes.

She is not surrounded by walls of solid rock,
nor is her skin being licked by warm tongues of torchlight. She is
in a crescent-shaped room with smooth cherry-wood walls and
milky-white leather furniture, lying across a horseshoe-shaped
couch beneath a dark porthole, and the man kneeling beside her in
the steady light is not a stranger.

‘You’re back,’ Jay observes.

They seem to be alone for a moment.

‘I want you to tell me something, Carmen.
Whatever your answer is, I won’t be angry, I just want to know the
truth. Are you faking this?’

She isn’t sure whether the truth will condemn
her or save her, but either way she has to give it to him. ‘No,
Jay.’

‘I didn’t think so.’

A deep, rumbling sound comes from within the
walls.

‘Well, baby,’ he straightens up, ‘you’re on his
ship.’

She hears Mike and Will returning before the
door opens and admits them along with a damp gust of wind.

She swings her legs off the couch and folds her
hands in her lap, unconsciously adopting a prim posture. She meets
Will’s eyes, for a second that breathlessly prompts her to seek
refuge in Mike’s face, but his expression only makes her look
anxiously at Jay, who turns his back on her.

‘You said this was an exorcism,’ Mike reminds
him. ‘What exactly did you mean by that?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘Are you two still trying to justify what’s
going on here in mystical terms so you can feel better about
yourselves?’ Will asks scornfully. ‘Well, face it. You’re about to
cheat on your wife, and you’re about to get off watching your
girlfriend be—’

‘Shut up,’ Jay snaps. ‘You’re the one, as the
Cuban’s say, who’s trying to cover the sun with his thumb. There’s
clearly something out of the ordinary going on here, and I need a
drink.’

‘Now that’s an excellent idea.’ Mike walks into
the dark galley. He returns a moment later with an ice-cold bottle
of Vodka, and four shot glasses he sets on the coffee table in
front of her.

‘She doesn’t get any,’ Jay states harshly.

‘Why not?’As usual Will challenges him.

‘Because she can’t dull her senses, she needs to
be fully conscious so she can come to terms with what happened to
her in that tomb centuries ago, and face it.’

Mike fills three shot glasses to the brim then
distributes them, leaving Carmen out.

The three men down the vodka in perfect
unison.

Two more efficient rounds, and they have killed
what was left of the bottle.

Mike sighs, ‘Now I’m ready.’

Her eyes cling to Jay’s boots, but they fail to
step in front of Mike’s dark blue slacks and block his progress
towards her. All her lover says is, ‘Shouldn’t somebody be on
deck?’

‘There’s no immediate traffic ahead of us,’ Mike
grabs her by the hair over the nape of her neck like a cat, ‘but
feel free to go up and keep watch.’ He lifts her off the couch, and
shoves her down onto her hands and knees in front of him.

She reaches for one of Jay’s legs to brace
herself in every sense, but he steps out of her reach as Mike lifts
her skirt out of his way, and tugs her white panties down as he
kneels behind her.

Time seems to stop as she prepares for his
thrust…

It comes as a beautiful shock experienced at the
same time as Jay’s penetrating stare, which is eclipsed by Will
sinking to his knees in front of her.

‘Here, sweetheart,’ his zipper fills her vision
like a flash of lightning, ‘I’ve got what you want.’ He pushes his
pants down, and cradling her chin in one hand quickly fills her
mouth with his half erect penis.

She has never before had two men inside her at
once. She closes her eyes, afraid of the responsibility, about how
hard she’ll have to work to really please them both. Yet she is
even more worried by how dangerously good it feels when they begin
moving their hips back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and
harder as their excitement grows and they fall into rhythm. Will
stuffs her eager mouth with his big cock while Mike slides his dick
into her tight wet pussy, and their pleasure meeting in the center
of her body immediately begins building her own orgasm. The mere
thought of what is happening to her is an intangible yet
irresistible finger on her clit, the mere concept of being done by
two men at once stoking her climax. She hopes Jay can’t tell how
much it turns her on to be plugged at both ends by two opposing
currents of male energy, but she can’t stop herself from moaning in
response as the satisfaction they take in her body surges up and
down her spine in an experience that transcends mere physical
enjoyment in its intensity.

‘Pace yourselves, gentlemen,’ Jay says firmly,
‘we’ve only just begun.’

Will’s laugh is deliciously threatening, but he
slips obediently out of her hungry mouth, and a moment later Mike
empties her pussy of his delicious erection.

She tosses the hair out of her face, just in
time to see Jay’s boots step to one side of her. Her brain
registers the sound of a switchblade opening, but she doesn’t have
time to think before the panties caught around her knees fly away
like wings glimpsed in the corner of her eye.

‘Bring her.’

Their erections disappointingly buried in their
slacks again, Mike and Will each take hold of one of her arms, and
haul her to her feet.

Dazed by her brief taste of absolute
fulfillment, and scarcely able to imagine what awaits her, she
walks tamely up the narrow steps between them as her Master leads
the way.

Up on deck a salty breeze whips strands of hair
into her eyes that blur the lights on the shore, making it even
easier for her to perceive them as a glimmering Viking
treasure.

‘We’re out far enough,’ Mike announces, ‘I’m
shutting off the engine.’

A moment later the profound silence is broken
only by the soft lapping of the water against the hull, then by the
slap of her hands on the deck breaking her fall as Jay’s push
brings her to her knees. Her grandmother’s scarf gets pinned
beneath her again, and rather then struggle with it, it just seems
easier to lie down.

Like menacing fingers forming out of the
darkness reaching for her, six legs surround her body. Three
powerful silhouettes stand looking down at her, and suddenly her
heart feels close to overdosing on a drugging combination of
anxiety and longing.

Jay reaches down, and she lets him draw her
gracefully back up to her feet. He rips her shirt open with both
hands, sending tiny metal hooks tinkling across the deck as he
turns her around to pull it off her. ‘Nothing I’ve done to you so
far,’ he turns her roughly back to face him again, ‘can compare
with what we’re all going to do to you now, Carmen.’ Slipping his
hand beneath her long hair he grips the back of her neck, and
forces her to walk ahead of him towards one of the ship’s masts. He
lifts her arms over her head, and without being prompted, Mike ties
her wrists together with a rope that hangs just high enough to
stretch her body taut. Then they both stand directly in front of
her as Will steps up behind her.

Jay says, ‘I think he wants to shove his
nightstick up your ass, Carmen. Should I let him?’

Will lifts her skirt up just far enough.

She moans and closes her eyes.

‘Go ahead, officer, she wants you to.’

Will takes his time, careful not to hurt her, as
he inserts the tip of the weapon into her anus, and begins pushing
it into her slowly. ‘Does that feel good, sweetheart? Do you like
that?’ He pushes it up inside her a few more devastating inches,
and her cries answer him. The pleasure is shocking, a dark end in
itself that nevertheless arouses a jealous hunger in her pussy. She
doesn’t dare open her eyes because then she’ll have to take Mike
and Jay’s penetrating stares along with Will’s club, and face the
fact that not a single one of her orifices, or her feelings, is
going to be spared. Her wrists strain at the ropes as she struggles
to bear the overwhelming fulfillment of the police issued dildo
impaling her ass.

‘That’s enough,’ Jay says to Will. ‘What she
needs now is a good flogging.’

She closes her eyes again, holding herself very
still as Will seems to debate whether or not she can take anymore,
and this whisper of police brutality stirs her blood like a cold
wind on warm water, causing her to shudder in a terror of
desire.

Slowly, reluctantly, he slides his stick out of
her ass. ‘I’ll just watch this part, thanks.’

‘Why? Don’t you trust yourself?’

‘I definitely don’t trust myself,’ Mike rips her
skirt down from behind, ‘but I also don’t care anymore.’ He leaves
the leather pooled around her ankles like thick, unrefined
petroleum. ‘I like you, Carmen,’ he whisper’s in her ear, ‘but you
have to pay!’

She steps out of the skirt, and spreads her legs
slightly to brace herself on the gently swaying deck. All she is
wearing now are her boots. Cool, firm, tough, they feel like part
of her invulnerable shadow, the part of her that willingly walked
into this scene and waits breathlessly now for another sensual
challenge.

Mentally she is
prepared for the merciless sting of leather, but her flesh refuses
to cooperate with her emotional excitement. After the belt’s third
agonizing lick across her back she lets out a reluctant, strangled
scream as pain burns through her nerve-endings like a brush fire
even while leaving her intact. The next searing blow devastates the
tender space of her thighs, the next one lays waste to the delicate
skin between her shoulder blades, and yet another one brands her
sensitive lower back with an agony that throbs through her entire
being. Every part of her has a different way of interpreting the
pain, but they all agree that she’ll die if this goes on much
longer. ‘Please,’ she sobs, ‘no more…
please!’

‘Hey,’ Will says, ‘you heard her, she’s had
enough.’

Mike’s voice is so thick with lust it sounds
like a growl. ‘It’s my turn now!’

‘Oh, God, no,’ she sobs, ‘no!’

‘Don’t worry, sweetheart,’ she feels Will step
up behind her, ‘I’m here and I won’t let them hurt you.’ He strokes
her hair soothingly, whispering, ‘It’ all right. It’s all
right.’

She bites her lip from the intensity of her
relief. She waits for him to reach up and untie her, but instead,
one of his hands lightly caresses her flaming back, moving slowly
down to her bottom, where it lingers. She doesn’t need to see
herself to know that the bright red marks decorating her body
resemble freshly painted runes. They have made her into a living
work of Viking art.

‘Move away from her,’ Mike commands.

Compelled by an inexplicable need to be driven
beyond her limits, she whispers, ‘I can handle it, Will.’ She
immediately regrets it, but it’s too late, he has already left
her.

Mike’s tentative lashes hurt more than Jay’s
practiced strokes. They are harder to bear because the pain doesn’t
completely blow her mind, which enables her to question the
mysterious pleasure she takes in it. She can’t respect the fear she
senses in him, the fear of hurting her that robs his blows of any
real penetrating power. His uncertainty is not worthy of her
complete surrender. It humiliates her, and makes her so angry she
manages to twist her body around to face him. It is too dark for
him to see her face, but she is sure her contempt is as visible in
her body’s stance as the crescent moon shining over the black
water.

Jay steps forward. ‘Let me show you how it’s
done, Mike.’

She imagines her scream could be heard for miles
and mistaken for a wounded seagull’s wild cry. The torment is so
absolute this time that no thoughts at all survive it. She
desperately turns her back on him again, but he still reduces her
to a blind, writhing mass of flesh and tears.

‘Now,’ she finally hears him drop the belt,
‘it’s my turn.’

‘Let’s all do her at once!’ Will suggests
urgently.

‘All in good time, officer, all in good time.’
His voice drops to a whisper. ‘How’s my baby?’ He gathers her hair
up in his hands tenderly. ‘Hmm? How is she?’ He drapes it forward
over one of her shoulders, out of his way.

It is impossible for her to fish any words out
of the depth of her feeling for him. All she can do is moan, and
hope he will understand how much she worships him.

‘Don’t cry…’ His warm breath teases her ear as
his dick gives her everything she needs, lifting her up on it and
taking some of the pressure off her wrists. Her pussy feels like
the sheath made especially for his shaft as every cell in her body
threatens to burst with joy as he drives it into her. If her heart
stopped now it wouldn’t matter, because the feel of his hips
pulsing against hers as his rod slides rhythmically in and out of
her, could sustain her forever. The star-littered sky doesn’t seem
cold and empty; it feels full of a divine selfish energy because he
is inside her.

He pulls out.

Her disappointment is too intense to express. As
if robbed of her life force, all she can do is hang her head and
comfort herself with the soft caress of her hair.

Another man grips her hips as if they were made
to hold on to, and she responds by arching her back as much as
possible with her arms stretched painfully over her head. She wants
to offer him everything, her tight ass as well as the slick,
swollen lips of her pussy, and the suspense nearly kills her
waiting to see which one he’ll prefer. She is at once disappointed
and thrilled when another erection surges up into her cunt. She
clenches it hungrily around him, knowing who he is now. Will’s
thrusts nearly lift her off the deck, and the storm of his
breathing fills the shell of her ear as his hips whirlpool tightly
against her, stirring up unbelievable sensations that flood her
pelvis and send the blood crashing through her to drown all
thoughts except one – she never wants him to stop!