by Kot, Eleyne
Hekate’s Passage
A story of sex and rock’n’roll, part 2, volume 1
Eleyne Kot, Yasmin Lazaro
Cover page by Sergio Hugo Castro
Copyright by Eleyne Kot and Yasmin Lazaro, 2013. All rights reserved.
Disclaimer:
This is a continuation of our sexual fantasy that began in ‘Hekate’s Passage, a story of sex and rock’n’roll, part 1’. It means this book features the same male protagonists who may resemble members of a certain well known heavy metal band. However, just like in the previous disclaimer, we can assure you that all of the events and actions described on the below pages happened only in our dirty and vivid imagination. We’d much love it to be otherwise, alas, we don’t have the means to make our lustful fantasies come true. Girls can dream, can’t they? So don’t treat what we wrote here too realistically, it’s our erotic fantasy about the guys who inspire us to a great extent and some things are supposed to be larger than life. After all that’s what a fantasy is about.
This novel is our tribute for the inspiring musicians that have been and are rocking the world as well as our imagination filling it with all these lusty images and fantasies. You’re a never ending source of inspiration, we love you, guys. We would also like to thank Max of Cherish Desires for his work on editing this novel – we really appreciate this help, Max.
Chapter 8
Yasmin’s Story:
My mind is blank while we unwind, and we are still lying on the floor. Somebody unties the blindfold and removes it frommy eyes after all the moaning and groaning has ceased. All that remains is heavy breathing and I can hearsome words whispered now and again. I blink, open my eyes wide, and look around for Colin. He turns out to be at my side with his eyes closed. I look at the rest of the group and gasp, surprised by seeing Steven as well as his band mate, Don Mikes; they’re resting a few metres from me, exchanging impish looks with each other and winking at me. I understand that they’ve done me this night. Oh Goddess, I don´t know what to say or do, so I just keep on scanning the room; Eleyne, still wearing her collar, is sitting on Tony's lap, cuddling against his chest while Jim gets up from the sofa and walks around, searching for something. Babette, Drew, Ted - everybody else -are on the sofa in a scene lit by the pale morning sun: exhausted, untidy, clearly about to collapse at any moment.
I think that Colin and I fell asleep for a while; I have no clue how long. But it really feels like too little after that sinful night. When I wake up, I still need to sleep more - an additional four hours at least. But Jim is shaking my shoulder and not letting me just roll to the other side and close my eyes.
“Come on, Yasmin,” he urges me, “these people are about to die. They need to eat something. Eleyne and Babette are sleeping so deeply that I can’t wake them up. We’re the only ones who are fresh enough to do anything.”
“Jim, I’m about to collapse any moment, too,” I laugh weakly, “but I think we can make coffee and let´s see if there are any cookies, toasts, or something.”
“Anything,” he urges me again and gets me up by pulling my hand.
I take Colin's hand and he gets up as well, and the three of us go to the kitchen. I pass by Tony and Eleyne's side and see her cuddling in his arms, sleepy and rosy cheeked, and I smile. She is so happy with him. Then I look around again.
“Hey,” I stop. “I have to find my clothes.”
As an answer, Jim takes his shirt from the sofa and gives it to me. They put on their pants, and then they take a look at the mirror and wince: they look as if they were very drunk, I think, but still, I look the same.
The men help me make coffee and tea, open cookie packages and make a mess of everything that is not easy to do in the kitchen. After just a few minutes we have a couple of coffee pots and tea pots heating up, and the good aroma fills the kitchen. I go to the living room and find out that everybody is still snoring. A failure, I think.
“Boys, they’re all sound asleep in the living room,” I comment with disappointment when I come back to the kitchen, “we can go and rest, too.”I see that they have already started emptying one coffee pot. Half of the cookies from one plate are gone as well. And it looks like food and drink have injected some energy, at least into one of them, as Jim shakes his head.
“We can sleep later,” he says.
“Why? Guys, I really need to sleep a bit more,” I protest.
“We have slept at least 4 hours, Yasmin, and we can sleep more in the afternoon,” Colin adds, finishing his coffee and pouring some more into the mug.
“I’m so tired,” I sigh, “I have to wash my clothes, they’re not really fresh. Oh, and hide the gadgets.”
“Oh, my God!” Colin reacts, “Steven and Don shouldn't see them.”
They get up, abandon their mugs of coffee on the table, and go to fetch the laptops. After a couple of minutes they're back, happy and satisfied, with the gadgets on their hands, talking about the zombie game. I guess they want to start the game again. And they don’t even look so tired anymore.
“Come on, Yasmin,” Jim encourages me with a smile. “Play with us.”
“I don´t know,” I try to avoid playing the game. I don’t really know how to play it, although Eleyne’s description made it seem very simple. But I get that they won´t hide the laptops, they just want to play even though their enthusiastic attitude toward the gadgets makes them risk our little secret. They begin to sip some tea and try to restart the equipment.
“She doesn’t like it,” Colin shrugs and sips his tea. “That's all.”
I try to convince them playing the game now is not the best idea.
“But, guys, what if the others come here? You’d really better go up and hide them in the rooms.”
“Just one minute,” Jim is turning on two laptops and then trying to start the game.
“How do you enter the game to the same level and resume playing again?” Colin asks.
“I’ll tell you that if you take the laptops upstairs and we play later, when the guests leave the house.”
“You promised to show them to Drew,” Colin recalls.
“Only to Drew,” I eat a biscuit. It’s not bad, but not sweet.
“Only to him, ok,” Colin agrees.
They take the laptops, wrap them in some plastic bags and go upstairs.
I stay alone, looking through the window at the splendid garden where the pool water shines. It looks inviting, but I’m not willing to do anything more that takes physical effort. I search for some fruit in the fridge and find a couple of apples; that will be enough for me now. I see Colin and Jim coming back, talking and making some plans. I tremble a bit thinking what their plans may be.
“Come on, gal,” Jim invites me, “go and get ready to go shopping with us.”
“Now?” I stutter incredulously. “Where?”
“We’re going to take you to the city, shop for what you like, renew your wardrobe,” Colin smiles, “you travel in time with a very few clothes, babe.”
“And you’re a woman,” Jim adds, winking at me.
I still need to go upstairs and refresh myself and tidy up the best I can. I shudder, though, having to wear the same top. It’s beginning to get a bit smelly. It really has to be washed. After I apply some make-up that Eleyne gave me, I have to agree with the guys. I do need some more clothes here. Eleyne is fine with her luggage, but Babette and I only have what we were wearing when we got transported here. After I finish, I feel co
mpletely satisfied with my looks, even if my clothes are the same.
The men are ready when I descend to the lounge; they are gorgeous and sexy as ever, but the dark glasses conceal their tired eyes.
“You’re so sexy,” Jim murmurs.
“Very sweet,” adds Colin.
I sigh. What better comments can I get than these from my beloved Twist guys? I cannot complain, to travel in time with this result is a success. I laugh at the thought and they share the laugh when I tell them what I’m thinking.
The men call a taxi so that we can travel comfortably and be free of worries in the city. I see the guys aren’t really ready to drive themselves. While I'm sitting between them, I begin to count my money discreetly.
“I won´t need many things, so...”
“Stop it, Yasmin.” Colin stops me. “You won´t pay for anything. We´ll take care of you.”
“But...” I don´t know what to say, “I don´t need much.”
Jim glances at the banknote I have in my hands than grabs it from my hand exclaiming.
“It looks strange, let me see it,” he inspects the note then shows it to Colin who scrutinizes it as thoroughly. After a moment they exchange worried looks then fix their eyes at me.
“What, if the clerk thinks it’s a fake bill? Not a bill from the future… You’ll get into trouble,” Jim asks me seriously.
“This dollar note has the series date of 2003,” Colin adds. Then he pinpoints the main difference which makes me understand.
I hesitate a little.
“Ok, guys. You win. My money will stay in my purse.”
“What else is there?” Jim is smiling now. “You, women, have such incredible things stashed in there…”
“They can't live without their bag filled with wicked objects,” Colin jokes. We laugh as the driver is looking at us through the mirror. I get it: it’s the same one took us home last night, when we were with Drew. Now he sees another blonde guy at my side, rubbing slightly his hand on my thigh. I know these are all promises, clues for moments to come; however, the warmth already softly invades my mind and accelerates my pulse while I daydream about my two men.
When we stop for lunch, packages and bags are piled up nearby, topping a couple of chairs. There are tea and sandwiches on the table, and we relax and chat about what to do next. Colin and Jim have encouraged me to buy more than I would dare to on my own. Now we’re at a trendy cafe, planning what to do the rest of the day.
I try to stay awake but my eyes are closing. I know it’s not what any of us want, but I can’t help it. Their voices seem to be drifting far away while I fight the feeling of overwhelming drowsiness. I finally give up.
“Guys, I can´t take it anymore! I must sleep, men, sleep.”
“Alright, Yasmin, we have a little flat in the area, let´s go to there, it’s nearby. We´ll catch a taxi and take you there, you can sleep and I suppose we’ll do the same,” Colin agrees.
Eleyne’s story:
The last thing I remember from the crazy night is being cuddled in Tony's arms, him whispering tender words in my ears, and falling asleep in his embrace. When I wake up, it's already broad daylight, though I have no clue what time it is. Tony is still sleeping, so I look around trying not to wake him. I see Babette is awake, so are Ted and Steven. Drew and Don are still asleep. I don't see Yasmin or Colin or Jim in the living room. Closer observation tells me also that the laptops aren’t here either - did she take them upstairs? I wonder.
“What's the time, guys?” I ask.
“It's almost noon,” Ted replies. “Gals,” he looks at Babette and me, “we are hungry. Couldn't you?” he leaves it hanging. “By the way, where are Yasmin, Colin and Jim?”
“I have no clue, I've just woke up, too. OK, Babette, let's go to the kitchen. I need a sea of coffee. Errrr.... Where are my clothes? And my panties?” I scan the room looking for them while remembering my striptease for Tony and Jim. “Has anybody seen them?”
“They're here on the floor,” Babette points and I untangle myself from Tony's arms, looking at him. He seems to be waking up, so I caress his face while getting up from the sofa. I put on my top and skirt, just to have anything on... and mainly not to provoke the guys into more action, at least not before I take care of some natural needs, like eating and showering. Babette does the same and we make our way out of the living room.
“I need a bathroom first,” she says.
“Me too,” I agree. We both go upstairs to take care of our needs. I also check Colin's bedroom - he's not there. I knock at the door of Jim's bedroom, enter it, but there’s nobody inside. I regret a bit that our mobile phones aren’t working here properly - if they were, I could just call Yasmin and ask where they are. As things are, I don't know if they are safe or if they have just disappeared just like Melisa.
After using the bathroom I come down to the kitchen and find Babette is already there washing the coffee and tea pots.
“They are full of cold coffee. Not very good. I'll make fresh one.” She turns on the coffee machine. I pour some more water into the kettle to make tea, too. “What do you think? What will they want to eat?”
“Let's see what's in the fridge,” I open it and scan the contents. “Hmmm, eggs, bacon, toasts... Oh, hash browns!” I exclaim. Babette makes a face. “Oh, I see you would prefer to give them some continental breakfast - croissant, jam and coffee... Wouldn't you?”
“Well, yes...” she hesitates.
“There are no croissants here, just cookies and toast. Well, I see there's some jam, too. But don't you think that after such an industrious night they should get a breakfast that is male stomach friendly? And remember, we'll need a lot of energy, too. Especially if this day is going to be the same as last night.” Gods, only thinking about the night makes me wet again...
“Ok, let's do the bacon and eggs for breakfast. What exactly are hash browns?”
“Grated potatoes, you fry them. They're very good with eggs and bacon, though not very diet friendly... But I think we can indulge after this night... Can't we?”
Babette laughs. “OK, let's prepare everything. Where did we put the pans last night?”
We prepare all the food and drinks, chatting the entire time.
“How did you find Don? I thought that you were going to Steven's place?” I ask her.
“Well, he showed up just after you left. And somehow the plans got changed. We decided to come back here.”
“You didn't tell them the truth about us? They don't know that we're from the future?”
“I didn't. What do you think of Don?” she asks. “He's so gorgeous. And he likes you too,” she says, then winks.
“Well, I don't know. For sure he's a babe, but my plans didn't really include being screwed by him, nor by Steven. But it seems the things got out of control. I was too horny and desperate for Tony and Jim and I made promises I shouldn't have. Gods, these two guys just make me completely nuts,” I sigh, “and I wanted them so much.”
“Come on, don't you tell me that Steven and Don didn't satisfy you? I heard your moans when they fucked you. They are all really good in bed. I have no objections about sharing them with you, gals,” she winks.
“Can't complain about it, but a girl should set a limit somewhere,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Anyway, I think all my limits went to hell last night. I suspect that all the guys screwed me anyway when I was blindfolded, even before you arrived.”
“You mean what we saw when we arrived that night was already a kind of second part? You, sitting cuffed to the chair with a collar on your neck and Yasmin with the four guys... And, before we arrived, it was Yasmin who had been cuffed, and you had been blindfolded and fucked?” Babette is clearly curious about our games. Then she looks at me more carefully and remarks. “Eleyne, do you know that you are still wearing the collar?”
“Exactly like that,” I nod my head, raising my hands to my neck. Indeed, the collar is there. Strange how I got used to the feel of it so much that I almost haven
’t noticed it’s still there. “But before that we were just having our threesomes, almost as planned. Me with Tony and Jim, Yasmin with Colin and Drew...” then I pause and tell her. “They really surprised me when they put this collar on me. But this leather somehow feels...“ I hesitate not knowing how to describe it. I can’t exactly pinpoint my feelings about it. It was definitely really exciting to wear it when I was fucked. It really spiced things up. The feeling of being possessed...
“For sure it’s a really nice collar. It even has some sparkling rivets and stones. It almost goes with your earrings.“ Babette chuckles making me smile as well but after a moment she comes back to the threesomes subject.“Tell me, how did you feel with both of them? Though I suppose I should know. After all, I had Ted and Steve together.”
“Well, not only them,” I raise my eyebrows at her, “Drew and Don liked you, too.”
“So.... What was it like with Tony and Jim?” she leans closer to me.
“Mrrrrr.... Pure bliss... Though on the extreme side...”
“Extreme?”
“I wanted a sandwich with both of them,” I wink.
“Oh!”
“Don’t tell me Ted and Steven, or the other two guys, didn’t do it to you? If they didn’t, it was a big oversight on their part. You should go and complain. Double penetration is really heavenly ecstasy,” I purr and she chuckles while I continue.
“Mother Night, what's going on with me? I have never thought I could get as crazy about a man, well, two men actually. They could get me to do almost anything, I’d do all manner of slutty things to be their good girl. I admit though, a sandwich was my idea. But I would eagerly do whatever to please them, and would have a lot of pleasure doing it.” I start to feel a bit exasperated with myself.
Babette is laughing loudly now; I have no choice but to join her.
“Well, that is a night to remember...”
“Indeed. Tony and Jim were telling me over and over again that I wouldn't forget it. They were right.”
