by Poppet
How ignorance is bliss. She has no idea how many nerve endings I'm playing with when I do that. Or that it flows directly to her brain. That it is an ancient brainwashing technique. Oh yes, I think we're going to enjoy breaking the mother, more than taming the son.
We've given her thirty minutes of therapy each night. She's getting accustomed to it now. Surrendering herself to being tied up while I slowly watch her eyes glaze in sexual euphoria.
I work hard to keep her blind, while retraining her mind to accept bondage. As my swan glides toward me in another white bikini, I smile at her. A shooting star blazes briefly beyond her in the dark of the night. Peter sits companionably in the chair adjacent to mine. I've watched his anticipation grow. I have to train him, he has allowed me to help in the punishment of his catches, now I have to let him attempt the final hurdle.
“Angel, come and kiss me.” Dutifully she sashays to me, sitting soft thighs on my legs as she tucks hair behind her ear to kiss me. Gently holding my face and staring into my eyes with adoration. Yes, she has come so far. Smirking, I trace a finger between her legs. Watching her squirm as she presses herself tightly into my body to hide it from Pete. “I want you to lie down and trust me,” I whisper into her delicate ear.
“Why?” she whispers back intimately. Wrapping arms around my neck to keep the conversation private.
I continue the caressing, knowing what it does to her, “Trust me, baby.”
She sighs, pulling back to pout. Little girl tactics don't work on me. I don't fuck little girls. Standing she takes a step over to the recliner, laying down obediently on the white padding. I move to sit next to her, removing the torch from my pocket.
“I want you to try and resist my words. Okay?” She nods, watching me with masked eyes. She's getting good at hiding her feelings and thoughts when I push her out of her comfort zones. Switching the pinpoint of light on, I shine it into her eyes from a foot above her. Swirling it in mesmerising circles, “Follow the light. Keep your eyes trained on it.”
Her blue eyes swivel as she watches the circling light. I continue doing it until I see her eyes battling to focus.
“Keep looking at the light.”
Struggling, she tries to follow it. I feel smug pride as her eyelids get heavy. The test of hypnosis, is to see if the victim is willing to do something they would not normally do. If they comply, they are already under the power of hypnosis, in which case you can drop the pretence and get on with business.
“Shall we cut your hair?”
“Okay.”
Laughing, I smile at Pete. She's way under without even knowing it. She would never cut her hair. “Rub your nipples and lick your lips.” Frowning, she obeys. “Now I want you to close your eyes. You will not remember anything that happens from now on. You will only open your eyes and wake up when I say the word, leaf.”
She says nothing, she simply closes her eyes.
Grinning, I turn to my accomplice, “No medication needed. We're good to go.”
Something in the way Pete's expression changes, gives me a small lurch of discomfort in my gut. Lifting her, I carry her back inside, to the room we've prepared for her. She is totally unconscious. It's going to take two of us just to keep her steady during the fragmenting of her mind. Dropping her ungracefully on the white covers, I untie the bows that give her minimal modesty.
“Hold her,” I order as I drop my shorts. Pete keeps her on her knees, forcing her eyes open so that he can watch the reaction of the pain to her brain.
The gasp of shock that breaks our vigil gives me unparalleled pleasure. He nods, “Pupil's contracted perfectly.”
Closing my eyes, I nail my cross. Eventually fatigue catches me and I require a rest. Holding her shoulders, her cheeks flushed pink, hair in disarray, gasping brokenly with sightless eyes, I observe my partner take my place. Whispering the new commands into her ear as she jolts predictably, I give her new suggestions. The power of suggestion is so underestimated. Place a person under your command, and simply reconfigure their mind. It is that easy. It's subliminal programming.
God gave me the power, and I sure as hell am not going to let a woman challenge the power that is mine. Eve is but a shadow of Adam. It was Adam that God breathed his Spirit into, not Eve. When he made Eve, she was simply the flesh from his body. She has no Spirit. She's not like God or Adam.
She will never be equal.
How deranged is our world to give the companion a vote. Income, money, power? Look what it's done to this world. Fornication is easy because the sluts have tablets to escape their God given responsibility. Now we have to con them into doing what God created them to do, give us sons. They had only one order from the Father, “Go forth and multiply,” and the sinners they are defy the very first command.
All they're good for is fucking. They are living incubators for God's command, to multiply. Yet we have to literally bribe them to get them to give us what they should be begging us to do to them. They aren't grateful, and they should be. They should be grateful that we're willing to spill our seed inside them, to make them good in the eyes of Father. Giving them the chance to fulfil the destiny they were created for.
She tells me she loves me. But she cannot possibly know what love is. She is not made in God's image. She's a weak counterfeit of the male. I have resurrected her with my son growing inside her. Now she finally has a spirit inside her.
Eventually I look up at Pete and wave him off, “That's enough for tonight.”
Lifting her, snatching up her discarded bikini, I carry her through to our room. Carefully I hold her, sliding myself inside her, then laying back with her reclining on top of me, her legs akimbo. She's not stupid, Satan at least has smarts. She'll know she's had sex.
Whispering softly into her ear, “Leaf.”
~ Chapter 43 ~
Photographers prefer disfigurement to adornment.
It is now chic to do your worst to people.
~ Margaret Caroline Anderson
Shauna:
Maybe it's because of the changes my body's going through that I'm so tired? Last night was just weird. I fell asleep apparently, then woke up. I have blank spaces. Victor did that torch thing to me to help me relax. And that sure worked well. I became alert on top of him. I have no awareness before then. Smiling, I think back to his words as I finished what I apparently started, without any recollection of taking physical advantage of my sexy man. He'd said, “I like my woman to be like my cars. Fast and sexy. Shauna, you are both, you're perfect.” He loves me. I adore him. Turning onto my side I eye my companions lazily. They're playing a game of poker, they're even betting peppermints, which makes me want to laugh.
“How did you two meet?”
Peter flashes his model's smile at me, “In the dojo.” Smiling widely at Victor, the dimples creating deep craters inside each cheek, he says, “This guy is a master. He's taught me everything I know.”
“You thought you were such a hotshot. That day was a lesson in humility for you.”
“And now look at us.”
Victor throws his head back, laughing indulgently. Throwing down his cards he continues, “Shouldn't lunch be ready by now?”
Peter stands, taking his cue to go to the kitchen.
“I'm going to put music on,” I tell my hunk as I slip lethargically onto my feet. Strolling after Peter inside.
Rifling through the CD's, I choose something I know we'll all like because I've heard them both select it previously. It's Surrounded By Idiots, who I'd never heard of, but quite like them now that I've listened to their album.. 'Violently Opposed' filters into the harmonious space and I meander to the kitchen to see if he needs help carrying stuff back out.
“Need any help?” I ask him.
“Sure, can you get the foil out of that drawer down there.”
Pointing to the set of drawers closest to me, I check, “This one?”
Pete nods, walking quickly past me to the oven. Bending, I rifle through the drawer, claiming t
he foil. He bumps my head into the counter top as hands grip my hips and he squeezes past me, lingering a second too long as he pushes his groin hard into me as if … as if..
Feeling instantly faint and angry, I stand, jerking away as he keeps moving, “Tighter than a condom that was.”
“What?” glaring at him now, ready to whack him with the cardboard tube in my hand.
“The space to move through with both of us in here. Sorry about that.” He has the oven mitts now, and carries on as if nothing untoward just happened. Taking the dishes out of the oven, he smiles at me, shooting me a wink, saying in perfect timing with this fucking song, “It looks so good, but is so bad …”
I'm feeling weak. Is he coming on to me?
He writhes past me again, rubbing himself into me as he moves to where he left the trays. Pausing, looking down at me, “So where'd you get that tattoo from? Is it your mantra?”
“It's an unwanted present.”
“From a lover?” he asks casually as he moves on to the trays.
“Something like that.”
“You must be a very dirty angel for him to put that on you permanently.”
“No comment.”
Coming back past me, he halts, staring down at me as he leans against the counter behind him, lifting my wrist, “And this? From Victor?”
I nod, feeling a hot rush of prickles in my eyes as I recall the day I got it. That day I came so close to losing him.
He stoops to look into my face, “Hey. Everything okay?”
I nod again, retracting my wrist from his hand. You're way too close cowboy.
“Is something going on with you two?”
Rubbing my hands over my stomach, I remind him, “A baby. Just a baby.”
He keeps moving to return the mitts, “Hormones messing with you?”
“I guess so.”
He sings as he walks back past me, “The outside smells so sweet, well it swept me off my feet, but now that whole truth has been exposed-” Picking up the tray, his focus returns to me, “- strongly in favour is now violently opposed.”
Turning I walk away from his obvious innuendo, pausing to look back at him with a different lyric from the song as it comes up, “- Clearly, blind faith has cost me dearly.”
“Heavy on my conscience, how my actions helped to stop us,” he retorts, using the lyrics.
Before going outside where Victor is waiting, I turn and confront him, “What the hell is going on?”
“What are you talking about?”
His expression is convincingly confused.
“Nothing.” I turn and walk quickly back to Victor. I'm losing it. Missing recollection, misreading Victor's best friend. The last thing I need is to accuse him of something he's not guilty of. Sighing heavily I flop down back on my recliner next to Victor.
“What's the matter, angel?”
Shaking my head, I pull my sunglasses on, “Hormones.”
He laughs. Whispering in my ear to the same song, “– Something in the clouds that will only serve to hold us down, and finally we turned around.” He leans in and places comforting kisses on my throat.
Wrapping my arms around his strong neck, I take comfort in him. Pulling away slightly, I search his eyes as I whisper while Pete puts dishes down in front of us, “I trust you with my heart and soul.”
His smile fades while he stares at me with intense seriousness. Pulling my head tightly to his mouth, he kisses me in a strange way. Hard to define except to say, passionate, tender, possessive, manly. What a lame way to think of a kiss, but it's manly.
An hour later, just as I tilt my head back and close my eyes where I'm sitting in the Jacuzzi, Victor's hand rests on my shoulder.
“I'm going for a shower. I've told Pete to stay with you.”
Sighing inwardly at this prospect I nod, opening my eyes to look at him as he plants an affectionate kiss on my mouth. I watch him walk away into the shadows of inside the cabin as Peter slips into the water opposite me. Closing my eyes, I ignore him. Which lasts all of two minutes. His long legs stretch out, brushing against mine as he gets comfortable.
“Are you aware that your white bikini becomes transparent in water?”
My eyelids virtually rip themselves off with alarm as I connect with his smoky stare. Shithead. Lazing with his arms stretched out on either side of him on the wood decking, biceps bulging, with a very self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“Listen Peter, did I do something last night that might have given you the wrong impression or something?”
“Define wrong impression.”
“Did I come onto you?”
“Do you think you would do that? Do you secretly doubt your love and devotion for my best friend?”
“Are you evading answering my question?”
“Do you always answer a question with a question?”
Sitting up, then remembering what he just said, I sink below the water level for modesty, “Just don't get too friendly. I adore Victor.”
He lowers his eyelids, staring at me through slits, “How do you think he's going to feel when I tell him you told me not to be friendly?”
“Stop it! You're fucking with me.”
He laughs, it's deep and indulgent, “Oh Shauna. Is that your fantasy?”
I can feel my cheeks getting blistering hot. “No dickhead. Stop twisting my words around.”
He shrugs nonchalantly, “Hey, you brought it up. I'm just here because you're Victor's precious cargo. He wants to make sure you have someone around in case you slip and hurt his clone incubating inside you.”
I look insistently away, staring out at the sun dancing with afternoon flirtation on waves.
“So how did you hook the world's most eligible bachelor? What do you bring to the table?”
Staring back, anxiety twisting my insides, “World's most eligible bachelor? Would you fuck off.”
“Okay, mild exaggeration, but come on … how did you do it, Dirty Angel?”
“I didn't do anything. And don't call me that.”
“Did you deliberately get pregnant?”
Leaning forward, I can't keep the venom from my tone, “Are you accusing me or simply insinuating? No I didn't. Ask him. He knows I use contraception. Interrogate your best friend!”
•
Victor:
What am I doing? She's my angel, my resurrected angel. She's all mine. Without the brainwashing or fragmenting, she trusts me. Leaning my arms heavily against the tiles above the taps, three jet sprays needling my back, the shock of anguish wells up like an alien life form after incubation. I'm infested with emotion.
I don't know what happened with mom, but this is the first time in my life where a woman has touched me out of love. My first experience with trust. She's giving it to me like a child. She's a shadow, or she was. I should be protecting her like the child that she is. Her and my son. It's my duty to her now, to keep both of them safe.
Was Alpha wrong?
Live joyfully with the wife whom you love all the days of your vain life which He has given you under the sun--all the days of futility. For that is your portion in this life and in your work at which you toil under the sun. – Ecclesiastes 9:9
But then Alpha would say; A gracious and good woman wins honour for her husband, and violent men win riches but a woman who hates righteousness is a throne of dishonour for him. Proverbs 11:16
But Titus two verse five says; To be self-controlled, chaste, homemakers, good-natured (kindhearted), adapting and subordinating themselves to their husbands, that the word of God may not be exposed to reproach. She has been this good. I cannot fault her. I cannot.
I am in conflict. Titling my head up into the spray I try to wash this weakness away. Father's teachings do not leave me. Like a ghost haunting my soul, I hear the words I have not lived by. Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine in the innermost parts of your house; your children shall be like olive plants round about your table. (Psalm 128:3) ~ Let your fountain of human life be
blessed with the rewards of fidelity, and rejoice in the wife of your youth. (Proverbs 5:18) ~ between you and the wife of your youth, against whom you have dealt treacherously and to whom you were faithless. Yet she is your companion and the wife of your covenant; (Malachi 2:14)
I have sinned. I have fallen. I have dealt treacherously with the flesh of her. She is my wife in body, in the eyes of God, we are one. She wears my ring, we have an oath already. She showed she is fertile and has not been unfaithful to me. The covenant is set, Alpha cannot disapprove now. I am the Lord of my house and we've met all of his conditions.
“What have I done?” Fuck!
I let my disciple violate my wife.
You stand upon your sword; you commit abominations and each of you defiles your neighbour's wife Ezekiel 33:26
So it was foretold by the prophet. Father already knew I would fall. This flood of emotion is relentless. Shaking with shame in the mists of spraying water, I hide my face in horror. We achieved all we set out to achieve.
She is no longer the sinner. I am.
And did not God make you and your wife one flesh? Did not One make you and preserve your spirit alive? And why did God make you two one? Because He sought a godly offspring from your union. Therefore take heed to yourselves, and let no one deal treacherously and be faithless to the wife of his youth. Malachi 2:15.
We have become one flesh. Our child is us as one flesh.
Bitterly angry I hit the wall. Harder, faster, forcing the pain to get this torrent of shameful tears to abate.
“Victor?”
Hissing with shock, whipping around so fast I almost slip, she stands in transparent beauty before me. Snatching her wrist I pull her to me, into the warmth of the shower, rocking her, smothering her sad face with kisses.
“I love you Shauna. We've become one.”
Oh God. It's true.
