Speaking of glass, between the high-backs are panes of tempered, smoked glass from floor to ceiling giving each booth greater privacy from the others around it. These glass walls coupled with the slowly jinking aisles calmed the normal noises even fine dining restaurants often suffer from.
This deep, warmly decorated and lighted dining spot caters to the upper echelon of society in a way no other venue does. Privacy and discretion are served plentifully but seemingly as light as the freshly whipped cream atop their dramatically rich chocolate soufflés desserts.
This place, however, for all of its artistry and mystery, was just the lure. Rhonda is a woman no ordinary man dreams to dream of. Her initial physical beauty is accessorized by her wealth in perfectly sublime ways which denote a sincere avoidance of the gaudy, but nonetheless drips opulence. But in Rhonda’s mind, her wealth allows her to be the cream separated from the curds and whey of society. She's thoroughly detached, which also happens to be the driving force of her oft revisited deadly sin.
Once upon a time I had gone through some thick collections of publications belonging to a boy who use to live next door. His room happened to be the extent of the distance I was able to travel from Victoria at that time, so I took advantage of learning about the boy. The magazines he kept featured page after page of beautiful nude women, jokes of a mature ilk, and stories of almost all manner of sexual exploits from questionably anonymous individuals who submitted them for the readership.
I don’t think this adolescent was supposed to have this collection, but we partook just the same when he wasn't around. Occasionally we'd pop into his room thinking he was gone, but instead he'd be lying on his bed, on his side, looking at the photos and stroking himself into a frenzy with one of his socks playing the part of an imagined quim.
We're not proud saying we watched, but we didn't look away either.
The woman we were meeting with was easily as beautiful as the women I had seen in that boy’s secret stash. She was a bit taller than Victoria, though without the high heels on I guessed the two of them to be nearly the same height. She had very long hair; the shade of dark-and-milk chocolates, and eyes of wicked hazel. From what we could see, which was plenty for a simple dinner meeting, her skin was perfectly tanned, though we suspected she’s a natural and perfect porcelain to both sight and touch. Rhonda is pleasantly curvy and elegant in her mannerisms which are fluid and easy to watch. The scents of her body wash, deodorant, skin creams, and perfume were perfectly applied and intoxicating to anyone close enough to catch a subtle waft. Everything about this woman exuded sensuality, class, and high feminine sophistication. She wanted to be watched, and no one minded obliging her. All of this outward indulgence belied the fact that she’s also something of a genius as evidenced in her very carefully thought out responses and provoking verbal cues.
Had I not been able to see right into Rhonda’s coffer I would’ve mistaken this woman for someone who leads a balanced, healthy, and somewhat adventurous lifestyle, which was certainly not the case as her coffer was full of horrendous, guilt-ridden self-loathing! She was horribly caught up in an addiction for physical pleasures — many of which were also physical pains. Her coffer was overflowing with blackness from years of concentrated self-defiling. This woman had allowed herself to be subjected to the whims of a huge number of men and women and groups of both with few if any sexual humiliations being too taboo. Her compulsion started as experimentation, and then appreciation, and that’s where she should’ve exercised some self-discipline. Instead she began seeking the extremes of physical sensations starting with submitting herself to the prurient whims of entire fraternities on various college campuses. They had free rein over her, and more than once, after the final frat boy would finally tucker out, there she was with her face shoved into the corner of a room and her body in a wet heap soiled in every manner of disgusting and disturbing ways somewhat still-adolescent minds could conjure. She would slowly get to her feet, shower if possible, redress if possible, walk out the front door as-is and drive away in her two-million-dollar sports car. More than once the sports car suffered humiliations as well. But she could afford all of it. Monetarily.
Through the father of one of the fraternity members Rhonda learned of a group of individuals who were always seeking willing participants for their parties. Rhonda agreed eagerly, and would then willingly be subjected to the insertions of a variety of objects, of increasingly greater dimensions, or of increasing detriment, used in her most feminine place, as well as another personal place close by. She was then introduced to new humiliations and degradations through partaking of being drenched and/or filled with fluids not normally associated with physical gratification. Always they would eventually bring her to her highest moments of sensual glory, but only after she had let them inflict any perversions they could come up with. Anything except such acts which couldn’t be healed.
I won’t continue with this description of the contents of her coffer. Why would anyone allow the tortures she went through in the name of so-called pleasure? She was so beautiful ... any man would be ecstatic to make this woman happy for the rest of her life ... yet, the things she allowed others to do to her body and her emotions; the humiliations, the scars ... she even allowed another woman, a doctor, to numb her and slice her and then ...
I can't …
The perversities I suffered against my will … the parallels … and Rhonda sought these sufferings out …
I know why Victoria chose her as her personal first and arranged this dinner. But how was she going to pull it off? That was the question swimming in all of our minds.
Soon the very light dinner ended and Victoria picked up the check. The whole time we were there Vic and Rhonda never once brought up Rhonda’s addiction or the possibility of her receiving ultimate physical pleasure or anything even related to what we all believed was to be transpiring during this night. They exited the G3:5 and walked the short distance down the sidewalk to the trap the lure was set up for.
We arrived at The LaVey just minutes later. It’s said this place is where the fantasies, the rituals, the worshipping, and the blaspheming by the elite comes to pass, but never to be known about to anyone outside the establishment. At another time I will have to make the effort to describe in intimate detail the awe-inspiring structure that is the LaVey. The structure of this building is literally more sculpture than architecture. The beauty and frightening amounts of prodigious detailing and grandeur is near impossible to overstate, and falls dramatically short once the more intimate details of the building revealed. The G3:5 interior was inspired by The LaVey in its detail to the imagination and fantasy-inspired immoderation, but in true comparison The LaVey is as close to being a physical representation of the greater Id than anything else ever created by Humankind.
For our uses though, being here meant the setting was right, but still no discussion had taken place. What was happening? How was Vic pulling this off so sublimely?
We reached the room Victoria had apparently reserved without my knowledge. Upon entering we found a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and some strawberries with a bowl of drawn dark chocolate. The bed was already turned down and ready for whatever activity it surely soon faced. Vic asked Rhonda to make herself comfortable while she went to the bathroom to freshen up. Since we had all seen Victoria in the flesh our eyes were all on Rhonda, yet, our thoughts remained with Vic to the point of us not really seeing Rhonda though looking straight at her. Vic’s been with one man and no one else. Was this meeting to be a turning point for her after his disappearance?
Rhonda’s sheer, black evening dress slipped easily down her slender body and she stood in the room wearing only a strapless bra, garter belt, silk thigh-high hosiery, and Italian leather stilettos — all black. She was ready for the business and pleasures of the evening.
Soon Victoria emerged from the bathroom wearing only white cotton panties and a simple white bra with both straps draped off her shoulders. All of us within the book
were in a state of shock and amazement as she appeared to be going through with this. Vic’s hair was let down from the ponytail she'd worn for the first portion of the evening, and she was nibbling her bottom lip and grinning a coy grin as she stepped into the dim, warm light of the bedroom from the bright glare of the bathroom lights.
I simply couldn’t believe Victoria was traveling down this path. She sat Rhonda down on the edge of the bed and leaned into her for a gentle kiss on the lips. They opened their eyes after the kiss and smiled brightly, even knowingly at one another.
That was when nothing made sense anymore.
We saw a bit of sin from Rhonda’s coffer evaporate from her lips like a subtle smoke in the air. Victoria could not be doing this ... what was happening?! What has Vic found within the writs of the book which are allowing her to release sin from a sinner?!
With another kiss a bit more sin dissipated into the air from Rhonda’s lips and tongue. Her breathing was providing the tell-tales of ecstasy settling in as the sensations of the kisses were running much deeper than just her flesh. Rhonda leaned back a bit and gripped the sheets tightly digging in her well-manicured nails as Vic gently pressed another kiss against Rhonda’s throat. Again, more wisps of sin flowed from her skin and her reactions indicated much more pleasure than a simple kiss on the throat ordinarily might achieve.
With each subsequent kiss more and more sin would seep from the spots on Rhonda’s body where Vic kissed, while Rhonda’s breathing became more erratic and her moans more and more guttural.
Soon the lights in the room were dimming yet no one was at the light switch. It didn’t take long to realize this was not electricity being manipulated; it was every fiber of our immediate surroundings; this mortal reality, which was changing. The entire room was disappearing into a darkness which felt neither evil nor unsafe. In fact it was a pleasant and comfortable darkness, not blackness, and with a warm, soft light almost like that of a flame illuminating Rhonda and Vic, but no flame was there to be seen, yet. The room felt more like being surrounded by soft and well-cushioned pillows than anything which might cause harm to Vic or Rhonda, or any of us for that matter. Then I realized at least part of what Vic had set up.
The newest of Victoria’s souls began to emerge from folds in the darkness which were previously the shadowy areas of this epic hotel room, and I realized I'd get more answers from knowing what was happening inside Rhonda than from just watching her. I moved in closer and gently reached into her mind, heart, and her soul. Yet more of the newly acquired souls were now swirling about Victoria and Rhonda, both of whom were now in a weightless state by effect of Vic's souls. They were circling about uniformly in layers, not unlike the anatomy of a uranium atom with Vic and Rhonda as the nucleus, and so quickly they created a bubble which countered gravity itself. In this suspension Victoria moved about Rhonda’s body like a snake and with great ease.
Soon there were tiny shreds of Rhonda's bra and undies floating about as the souls around us shredded those garments to Rhonda’s delight. Victoria was being careful to only let her lips touch Rhonda’s flesh, but that soon ceased as Vic’s fingertips began to gently explore. With each touch and every caress more sin was lifting from Rhonda’s flesh and evaporating into the air. While with each touch Rhonda was gaining pleasurable sensations unlike any she had ever known as the weight of her sin weighed down her soul less and less.
Suddenly the souls of the book were taken in by the sensations Rhonda was experiencing. Obviously this was expected based on prior experiences. Every touch from Vic was causing the equivalent of the greatest physical ecstasies Rhonda had ever previously known. Within her mind there were flashes of her previous sexual escapades, but not the degrading experiences, there were no signs of the defilements she had allowed upon her flesh and her emotions. From within her I could feel that those were the experiences dissolving away within the little puffs of sin leaving her body. It's why Vic was taking so much time, and being so meticulous, with how and where she touched Rhonda.
Rhonda’s heart rate and breathing were all over the place as her mind was in a state of perpetual blazing pleasure overtaking every cell in her body, literally. Her heart was crying in happiness as her coffer was slowly being relieved of its weighty burdens.
Now I knew what the object of this was. It was Victoria’s plan to siphon out the sin Rhonda had accumulated in her life. She wanted Rhonda to die with a clean soul, and more importantly, Vic wanted Rhonda to be beyond satiated when she passed. Talk about customer service! But what was going to come of Vic from this experience?
The souls Victoria had recently acquired had already been cleansed so it was a simple matter of opposites attracting. The clean souls were attracting the unclean sin, and then pulling away before it could enter them letting it dissipate in the weightless environment and simply go away. That meant there wasn’t an inch of this woman’s body to be off limits to Vic, and she was not being shy about getting there. Vic was getting closer to pulling all of the sin out of Rhonda and ending her mortal life in an inferno of pleasure which wouldn’t defile her. Just bliss. Almost love, perhaps.
At the moment of my realization Vic began to concentrate on the exterior of Rhonda’s womanhood, and then deeper. I was still feeling within Rhonda’s flesh, and the sensations she was experiencing were indescribably sensual and deep; throughout-her-soul deep. Every inch of her skin, no! More than that! Every cell, down into her DNA itself, was becoming stimulated with pleasurable energies and caresses from the other cells being touched from the outside. It was a sexual infection of the absolute best kind. Rhonda was letting out intermittent screams and primal, guttural moans while her entire body was tensing up and relaxing in parts instead of as a whole. Rhonda's heart rate accelerated yet some more.
Vic’s hands were now unabashedly massaging Rhonda’s breasts while Vic’s lips and tongue hungrily passed Rhonda’s sexual gates. Rhonda's head threw back purely out of reflex as Vic’s mouth played like she had been making love with women for years. Vic forced one of her hands to part from one of Rhonda's breasts. From there her hand meandered around and ever so gently followed Rhonda's spine to her tailbone, and then caressed her bottom before slipping her fingers in between Rhonda's cheeks to play. Eventually Vic’s other hand separated from Rhonda's other breast and gently blazed a path down the tummy, past the mons, and for a swim just below Vic’s mouth. But those fingers were just one of the deep dives Rhonda was about to experience.
With Vic's fingers inside Rhonda it was as if sin was suddenly being pushed out of Rhonda by force. Sin was not only seeping quickly from Vic's insertions but also from Rhonda's glutes, labia, mons, and trailing up to her belly button and up throughout her breasts and pouring from her nipples. Sin was pouring from Rhonda’s heart and mind. The deepest cores of Rhonda's coffer were purging the darkness as several of Vic’s souls reached into Rhonda's mind and began enhancing the physical sensations Rhonda was receiving. Though orgasms, at this point, were repetitive events, the climax gathering within her from all these forces, combined with the complete exodus of sin from Rhonda's coffer, was about to be an experience well beyond ALL of Rhonda's previous experiences.
Rhonda was physically exhausted, but she kept finding strength unconsciously when a certain obscured memory crossed her mind. It was someone she couldn't see clearly. It was a memory not of this mind but of one long since passed. A memory of a love, and it was that love which was feeding her stamina. A memory stored in her soul from a lifelong since lived has, for some reason, raised close enough to the forefront of her physical mind’s memories to give her strength to continue when she should be coming to an end.
Rhonda's cries, growls, moans, whimpers, and groans soon increased in intensity. The souls about us, those who weren't connected to Rhonda's mind, were circling about quietly at incredible speeds in a spherical fashion. Vic and Rhonda were encased and separated from the world; weightless and free in ways mortals can only dream of. A brief moment of silence seemed to unex
pectedly fill the space as Rhonda’s expression became one of much unexpected surprise and empyrean bliss. Simultaneously her body arched rigidly. She seemed to fight against massive convulsions as a completely unrestrained cry bellowed from deep within her and exploded into our estranged reality. Uncontrollable twitches and spasms followed as Vic and her souls pursued their efforts to thoroughly milk the moments as Rhonda achieved and sustained her final glory. Moments stretched into minutes as Rhonda was forced repeatedly to take great breaths just to continue her cries of pleasure beyond pleasure, and her heart started skipping beats as it pounded away at the interior of her chest.
More minutes passed and Rhonda was finally allowed reprieve by permission of her own body. Her breathing and pulse slowed as Vic's souls retreated into the sphere around us. Vic climbed Rhonda’s body and met her face to face a longing kiss as if it would save both their lives. Their bodies were pressed together and sharing one another's heat, sweat, and emotion.
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