Loading...Bodies entwined… skin sliding against skin… slick with sweat… legs tangling together… hands exploring… lips tasting… moans of pleasure… a whispered voice…
“… Madison… ” The room was in near darkness, only the glow from the hearth cast shadows on the wall. Through the sheer drapes of the bed she could see two bodies, locked together in passionate embrace, their movements sensual and rhythmic.
“… Madison… ”
The voice called to her, drawing her as surely as the shadowy silhouettes. The woman’s cries of passion grew louder, the other voice rising in an almost animalistic growl. Madison crept closer to the bed trying to see through the drapes. She couldn’t tell where one body ended and another began, which limb belonged to whom. She could feel the primal heat radiating off their bodies, it washed over her making her own body burn. She reached for the sheers slowly drawing them back so she could see better.
A woman lay on the bed, her breasts bare in the fire’s glow, her head thrown back, her eyes shut. Cries of ecstasy came from her open mouth. A figure lay between her thighs, face obscured from view by a thick curtain of hair. The woman’s hands were buried in the tangled mass, her hips bucking against the hidden lips and tongue that were bringing her such pleasure. Madison felt herself drawn to the couple, she wanted to feel the woman’s breasts in her hands. As she stretched out her hand a deep growl reached her ears. She glanced down into eyes of molten gold, lips curled in a feral grin and a pink tongue slipped out to lick a full bottom lip. Madison recoiled in horror. The face she now gazed into was her own!
Madison sat up in bed gasping for breath. “… Madison… ” The whispered voice seemed to echo in the room. Madison shook her head and lay back down, pulling the quilt tight around her trembling body. It was the same dream she had had for the past three nights that she had stayed in this house! She had never before dreamed anything like it, had never even considered making love to a woman. It was very unsettling! She closed her eyes and tried to will herself back to sleep, but her body was wide awake.
There was an ache and a warmth between her legs she’d never felt before. Tentatively she reached down and touched the sensible white cotton briefs covering her mound and found them soaking wet. Her light touch set off a need to rub harder, as if only that would make this feeling go away. She closed her eyes, enjoying this forbidden delight. Images from the dream swam through her head. The woman’s breasts, nipples so hard, her body contorting, her skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, the moans… the cries… the voice…
“… Madison… ”
Madison froze. It had to be her imagination. The voice sounded so real. Not in her head now, but right there in the room with her.
“Madison… please… help me!”
There was no mistaking it this time. Someone had actually called to her. Madison sat up and looked warily around the room. Being in a strange room, she had left the light on in the closet so that it shone faintly under the door as a sort of guide. But it wasn’t bright enough to show her if there was actually someone here. Moving cautiously she reached out and snapped on the lamp. The bedroom was empty.
This was ridiculous! She shouldn’t even be here, it went way beyond her job description as Executive Assistant. But she had a difficult time saying no to her boss. Erika Baptist was so imposing, so confident, everything that Madison longed to be herself. When Erika wanted something she did whatever it took to have it. Madison had become uncomfortably aware that one thing Erika wanted was her. Erika always made comments that just bordered on sexual innuendo, she watched Madison in an almost predatory manner. Madison may be naïve, but she wasn’t blind. There had been plenty of men who had tried to entice her to bed, one or two who had succeeded, but never a woman. This was the best job she had ever had though, and she didn’t want to leave it. So she pretended not to notice, and she tried never to be alone with Erika for too long. Yet here she was, sleeping alone in a house owned by Erika. Having strange dreams and hearing things!
This house was big and drafty and dark, which was probably why Erika wanted to host the company Halloween party here. She had told Madison that the family had owned the house for generations, but no one had lived in it for several years. Cleaners had been hired and had worked on the house for the last week. The decorators had arrived today and the caterers would arrive around noon tomorrow to set up the buffet and the bar.
Erika had put Madison in charge of the operation, which was why she was sleeping here.
Erika had taken great pleasure in telling Madison some story about a great-aunt who had reportedly made a deal with the devil and gone mad. She had been shut away in an upper room to avoid scandal to the family. Her ghost was said to roam the halls still seeking some sort of escape. Erika had winked at Madison and said in a confidential whisper, “She wasn’t crazy, she just liked pussy!” Madison had felt herself redden from the roots of her hair down. She hurried out of the room with Erika’s chuckle in her ears.
Madison opened the bedroom door and peeked out into the hall. What if there really was someone in the house? This was what happened in all the horror movies. The stupid bimbo with big fake boobs went to investigate a strange sound and got murdered by some crazed lunatic in a hockey mask! But only in the movies, just in the movies. The moaning sound of the wind gave Madison goose-bumps all over her body. She sighed and stepped out into the hall. She’d never get back to sleep if she didn’t at least go check the locks on the doors.
At the bend of the hall Madison paused. The moaning wind sound came from the stairs that led up to the third floor. That’s where the servant’s rooms used to be, nothing but storage and attic space and a few cramped bedrooms. This wing wasn’t even going to be open during the party. There was already a rope across the stairs blocking them off. Madison peered up the dark stairwell.
“… Madison… ” The voice was louder this time. Madison was sure that someone actually had to be calling her.
“This isn’t funny!” She called up the stairs.
“… Madison… please… help me… ”
“I’m going back to bed. Play your little game if you want, just let me sleep!” Madison turned back to the bedroom crossing her arms over her chest. A blast of cold air gusted down from the upper floor and whipped her hair around her face.
“Madison!” The force of the voice in her mind and in her ears sent Madison reeling against the stair railing.
“What do you want from me?!” Madison yelled up the stairwell.
“Release me… ”
Madison began to climb the stairs. Maybe there really was someone there. Maybe one of the cleaners had gotten locked in an upstairs room. She began to rationalize to herself, finding any explanation. She took the stairs slowly listening and watching for signs of anyone hovering around the top. On the landing she looked left and right, unsure which way to go.
“Where are you?” She called. There was a faint whoosh of air, like a long slow breath being drawn. Madison turned to the left following the sound up another short flight of stairs to what looked to be little more than an access hall. There were two doors facing each other at the end. The breathing sound seemed louder there. Madison placed her hand on the knob of one door and turned. It was locked. She turned and grasped the other knob. The breathing sound stopped.
The knob turned easily in her hand, the door silently swinging open on darkness. Madison felt along the inside wall for a light switch, finally brushing one with her fingertips. The single bare bulb that hung from the ceiling tried valiantly to brighten the room, but seemed to only accentuate the darkness. Madison peered into the room. No one was there. The room was full of dusty boxes and covered shapes that must be furniture.
Shaking her head at her own foolishness she started to back out of the room. The swish of fabric sliding and falling to the floor made her pause. Standing against a wall in one corner was a tall mirror that the dust cover had slipped from. Madison felt herself drawn to it, her bare feet making no sound on the dusty floor. She stopped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection silently. The voice she had heard suddenly seemed unimportant, as if it truly had only been a dream. She turned and looked at herself in profile, smoothing the fabric of her nightshirt snug over her breasts. They were nice, not too big not too small. They were high and firm with dark pink nipples that just begged to be sucked and bitten. He hands moved down over her flat stomach and the curve of her hips, bunching up her nightshirt to show her thighs. She imagined the hands of a lover pushing her shirt up higher, uncovering her body with tantalizing slowness.
Madison dropped her nightshirt on the dusty floor. Her hands slipped up over her stomach to cup her breasts then back down to hook into her plain white cotton panties pushing them down over her hips. She didn’t think about how strange her behavior was, only how good it felt. Her hands went up to her head and deftly unbound the think braid she kept her hair confined in. The dark brown tresses swirled around her shoulders as she shook her head. She stood before the mirror, for once unselfconscious in her nakedness. Madison paused for a moment, looking into the reflection, there was something not quite right about it. Something about her eyes. Leaning forward she looked closer, laying her hands on the cool glass.
The warmth of Madison’s breath caused a cloud to form on the mirror obscuring the reflection of her face. She brushed her hand across the smooth surface to clear it, peering close. The eyes that looked back at her were no longer her own. They seemed to glow a molten gold. The face looking back at her with a knowing smile was similar to her own, but it was not her. The features were stronger, an intriguing cross between masculine and feminine, handsomely beautiful. The hands that in the reflection pressed against hers had slightly longer fingers, and the glass now seemed non existent, she could feel the warmth of skin on skin. Fascinated Madison looked down the length of the reflected image. The woman in the mirror was dressed in the fashion of a young gentleman of the early 1900’s, a waistcoat and long tailed jacket with a tall hat perched on her head.
“… Madison… ” The lips moved with the sound of the voice in her ears and mind. “… Free me… ”
“Who are you?” Madison whispered.
“… They wouldn’t let me out… ” The woman said in a quiet, deep voice. “… They kept me here… locked me away like a dirty secret… oh let me out Madison… you can set me free… ”
“How?” Madison asked. There was a thumping and bumping sound behind her and Madison looked over her shoulder, not taking her hands from the ones in the mirror. A trunk was vibrating slightly, moving toward her as if being pulled by an invisible force. The latch popped loose and the lid swung slowly open.
“… Look inside… ” Madison moved reluctantly away from the mirror toward the trunk and bent to see inside not thinking about the view she was presenting to the figure in the mirror. She heard the woman in the mirror draw in a deep breath. “… mmmm… It has been so long since I have seen anything so lovely… ”
Madison looked over her shoulder at the mirror and grinned, but she didn’t stand up. Somewhere in the back of her mind a small voice demanded to know what she was doing, this was not how she behaved. Madison stifled it, not caring. She spread her legs slightly and turned back to the trunk. Inside were what seemed to be clothing, she pulled out the items one by one and laid them across the lid of the trunk. There was a pair of trousers, a white shirt, waistcoat, top coat, men’s undergarments, and finally a tall hat. Madison looked back at the woman in the mirror who nodded encouragingly for her to continue. The last item in the trunk was a large leather bound ledger. Madison opened it enough to see that it was full of handwritten pages.
“… It was all they would let me have… ” The voice seemed to be fading. Madison went to the mirror and was surprised to see her own reflection superimposed over the image of the strange woman. “… Read it… ”
The image faded completely leaving Madison staring only at the reflection of her own naked body. Suddenly feeling self-conscious she snatched up her night shirt and jerked it over her head. She looked around the room wondering now if she had actually seen and heard what she thought she had or if she had dreamed it all. Maybe it was just an effect of being in this house. That and Erika’s story about her ancestress. Madison started to put the clothes back into the trunk feeling foolish.
“… please help me Madison… ”
Madison jumped, the voice was real. It had all been real. She took the book with her back to the bedroom and sat on the bed for a while merely staring at it. Should she read the book? It belonged to Erika’s family she had no right to pry. On the other hand, she had in a way been invited to read the journal by what appeared to be the author. The clock on the night table read 2:30 am. She would be busy today overseeing the final preparations for that night’s party, but there was no way she would be sleeping any longer tonight. She picked up the book and opened to the first page.
Hours later, when the sun had risen and the decorators had arrived, Madison finally closed the book. Her emotions were in a jumble of confusion. She had just read the account of a woman locked away by her own family because of their fear and prejudice. Monique Baptist had lived a dual life. By day she was the picture of feminine decorum. The pampered daughter of a wealthy family she had been indulged and given freedom unheard of in her day. Yet it was not enough. At night she had dressed as a man and gone to the pubs and taverns, and in so doing had come to realize her attraction to other women. She began to visit certain houses of ill repute becoming adept at hiding her secret while still enjoying the pleasure of loving the beautiful women working there. All secrets eventually come out and when Monique’s did her family had covered it up and locked her away in an attic apartment of the mansion to avoid scandal. All she had were her journal and what pursuits were deemed of good standard for a lady, needlepoint and sewing. She had used her journal to reminisce about her times of freedom, going into great detail about her encounters. The last entries were about her desperate plan to escape, how she had enlisted the aid of one of the maids who had been rumored to be privy to the dark arts. Folded into the last written page was an incantation that was supposed to make it possible for Monique to walk out of her prison unseen and be free. There were no entries beyond that point. No indication if she had been able to escape or if she had lived out her remaining days a prisoner.
Madison went through the motions of overseeing party preparations. She made emergency phone calls, fielded crises from the caterers, and made sure that everything was finished on time. All the while however she was wondering what had happened to Monique, felt her body burning from the explicit descriptions of making love to woman after woman. She was still unsure what she would be able to do to help the phantom in the mirror. If only there were some way to find out what had happened to Monique.
Everything was finally in place. The band was set up and tuning their instruments, the food was sending delicious smells through the rooms. Two hours before the party was supposed to start Erika’s costume was delivered. Madison had it carried it up to the master suit which had been made ready for Erika’s use. The delivery person laid all of the accessories out on the bed and hung the dress from a hook on the closet door. Madison had to admit that it was beautiful. She looked back at it from the bedroom door suddenly struck by a coincidence. The full skirted ball gown was from the same era as the clothes she had found in the attic. Lost in thought Madison didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind her. When hands closed on her waist and a firm body pressed against her back she jumped and nearly screamed.
“Wanna help me get dressed?” Erika whispered in Madison’s ear. Madison squirmed out of Erika’s grasp and backed away in the only direction available, into the bedroom. Erika followed her and shut the door, flipping the lock. Madison watched her warily. Erika walked over and ran her hands over the satin and lace of the gown. “Do you like my dress?”
“It’s very nice.” Madison said quietly. “Where did you rent it from?”
“I didn’t rent it. It is an authentic period ball gown.” Erika looked at Madison over her shoulder. “It belonged to my great aunt. The crazy one.”
Madison moved near the bed picking up a pair of fine silk stockings and running them through her hands.
“I thought you said she wasn’t crazy, she just liked pussy.” Erika gaped at Madison and then burst into deep laughter. Madison heard that same shocked little voice in the back of her mind telling her that good girls didn’t say words like that. Part of her was getting rather sick of hearing it so often.
“That’s one word I never expected to hear from your lips.” Erika said, looking at Madison speculatively. “I wonder what other surprises are lurking beneath that prim and proper exterior.”
“Whatever happened to this relative of yours?” Madison asked trying to sound nonchalant. “What did you say her name was?”
“Her name was Monique.” Erika said settling herself into a large chair and watching Madison closely. “The family locked her away for several years, because they didn’t want the scandal to come out. Some say she died up there and was buried secretly. Others claim that a servant helped her escape and she lived out her life under a different name. Myself, I prefer the one about the deal with the devil.”
“What kind of deal?”
“The story goes that she summoned a demon who gave her a way to escape and also get revenge on her family for what they had done. But, in making the deal she lost some vital part of her and went quite insane.” Erika’s voice was low and distant. Madison looked over at her and saw a blank glazed expression on Erika’s face. “However it came about no one is sure. The facts are that right about that time several tragedies befell the family, accidents, illness, suicide. One by one they died over the space of a year. The estate was inherited by my great-grandmother, and through her it has come to me. No one has lived here since then though, too many ghosts.”
“And no one ever saw Monique again?” Madison’s voice seemed to draw Erika out of her thoughts.
“So the story goes!” She said brightly. Erika stood and started to remove her clothes. “Now, unless you intend to help me dress you should go.”
Madison watched Erika unbutton her blouse and slip it from her shoulders. Erika raised an eyebrow in surprise, but kept undressing. Her slacks soon joined her blouse on the floor and she stood in her bra and underwear facing Madison. When Erika reached behind her to unfasten her bra Madison’s bravado left her and she scurried for the door. The sound of Erika’s laughter echoed in her ears. Someday she’d like to wipe that smirk off Erika’s face. She wouldn’t run away like a frightened rabbit, she’d stand her ground and she’d… what? What would she do? Madison sighed, she didn’t know what she’d do, maybe that was the problem. Every time Erika made these thinly veiled advances Madison panicked.
Madison went back to her room and looked at her costume for the evening with little interest. A spinster schoolmarm, long dark skirt, high necked blouse, thick rimmed glasses, so unimaginative, so bland and boring. In fact it wasn’t really that much of a stretch from how she dressed on an every day basis. For once she would like to dress up in something that was completely opposite to how she really was. Her mind went back to Erika’s costume. It was so beautiful, so daring and sexy with its low décolletage and cinched waist. Erika was going to be the belle of the ball. All of the men would be panting after her, and several of the women, and she could have any of them she wanted. No one would even notice a frumpy, mousey woman hiding in a corner, certainly not Erika.
The journal lay on the bed, just a book an ordinary book. Yet reading it had brought about some sort of change in her. Thoughts now flowed through her mind that she never would have considered yesterday. The edge of a loose piece of paper could just be seen sticking out, the incantation. Did she believe that it could summon up a demon who would give her some sort of power to have what she wanted? If so what had gone wrong for Monique? Why was she trapped in that mirror? Madison slid the incantation out of the book and read it over. It was simple enough, the words were written in English, translated from whatever tongue they had originally been in. All she needed was a single candle. Perhaps Monique could tell her what she had done wrong.
There was a small, scented candle in the bathroom. It was a pretty pale blue and smelled of powder, a strange combination to be using to cast a spell, but it would have to do. Madison grabbed it and a book of matches and hurried back up to the attic room, locking the door behind her just in case. She stood in front of the mirror, placing her hands on the glass, seeing her own reflection and the room behind her. She waited, but nothing happened.
“Monique?” She whispered beginning to feel foolish.
The mirrored surface seemed to ripple like still water touched by the wind. Deep in the reflection a figure was walking toward her. Dapperly dressed, looking every bit the distinguished young gentleman, Monique stepped close and laid her hands on Madison’s.
“… I knew you would come back… ” Madison felt the warmth and tingle where their hands met on opposite sides of the glass. It spread up her arms and through her body.
“What happened, Monique?” Madison said quietly, “Why are you still here? Why didn’t the spell work?”
“… I was… interrupted… ” Monique said, looking away. “… the memories are vague… ”
“How can I help you?” Madison pulled the candle and incantation from her pocket. “Will this work for you?”
“… Yes… ” Monique said eagerly. “… but you must wear my clothes… ”
“Why?”
“… It will give me a touchstone to move toward… once I am free of this prison I can rest… ” Monique seemed almost impatient now. “… hurry… do it now… ”
Madison moved without thinking, removing her clothes and pulling on all of the garments from the trunk. Looking deeper she even found shoes and men’s stockings. When she had finished dressing she tucked her hair up under the tall hat and went back to the mirror. The transformation was incredible. A young man stood smiling back at her.
“… Now… light the candle… say the words… quickly there isn’t much time!”
“Why not?”
“… The spell only lasts until midnight… ”
Madison glanced at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock. The party must surely be in full swing downstairs. She did indeed need to hurry. Placing the candle on the floor in front of the mirror she lit it and stood back a step opening the folded paper. Her voice fell quietly and unsure in the quiet of the room as she read the incantation. When she finished she glanced at Monique.
“… Again…!” Madison began to read again, this time her voice rang with more confidence, dropping to a lower tone.
“… Again…!” Monique demanded. The third and final time that Madison read the words the glass of the mirror began to glow around the frame. The surface of the glass rippled and with a sound like a long deep sigh being released Monique stepped from the mirror. Madison could still see the mirror through Monique’s vaporous body. For a few seconds the two women regarded each other then there was another whooshing sound and Monique rushed forward becoming a swirling mist surrounding Madison. Madison gasped, inhaling the others essence. Her lungs burned as if she had breathed in thick smoke. She began to cough and choke trying to expel the foul taste from her mouth.
“That won’t work.” Monique’s amused voice said in Madison’s mind. “Why do they always try to cough me out?”
Madison looked at her reflection in the mirror and drew back, horrified. The face was hers, but the expression was not, the eyes were not. As she watched the golden eyes flared and glowed briefly.
“Hello, sweetness.”
“Get out!” Madison whispered out loud. She could feel the presence in her mind, poking around, looking into the dark corners, opening things that were never meant to be brought into the light.
“I’m sorry, I did tell you that the spell lasts until midnight, did I not?” There was a mental chuckle. “I am afraid you are stuck with me until then.”
“You didn’t say anything about being in my head!!”
“Would you have performed the incantation if I had?”
Madison sank to the floor in shock. This could not be happening?
“It is happening sweetheart, so get used to it.” Madison felt an exasperated sigh escape her lips. “It’s only for a couple of hours, at midnight I’m out of here.”
“And I’m supposed to believe you?!”
“Look, I’m here, I’m going to be here until midnight… and there’s a party to go to!!” Madison felt herself being lifted to her feet as if she had no control over her body. Her hands straightened her vest and smoothed her slacks. The reflection in the mirror smiled back at her and those eyes glowed again. “I want to enjoy myself! Now let’s go!!”
As much as Madison tried to struggle and keep herself from moving her body turned and walked from the room. The sounds of people and music could be heard three floors below. She passed individuals and small groups as she descended the main stairs. One was a waiter carrying a tray with half face masks on it. Madison’s hand reached out and took one, quickly securing it to her face.
“There we go lovey. Now no one will know it’s you.”
Madison wove her way through the milling crowds, unable to recognize anyone. The costumes were elaborate and all of the faces were covered with masks. She felt herself relaxing, letting this creature inside her head guide her. The music seemed to pulse through her veins, the voices swirled around her head. She picked up a glass from a tray of drinks and sipped it while her eyes moved around the room. Erika was immediately noticeable on the other side of the room, laughing and talking surrounded by a crowd of admirers.
“… Oh, now there’s my kind of woman… ” The voice in her head said. Madison felt her body tingle with arousal and gasped in shock.
“Stop that!” She demanded. Several people looked at her curiously. Laughter rolled inside her head.
“You don’t have to speak out loud… I can hear your thoughts just fine.”
Madison really wanted to do something violent to Monique, but that would be a bit difficult with her riding shot gun inside her head. She glanced again at Erika and had to admit that Monique had good taste. Erika was even more beautiful than Madison had imagined.
“You want her!” Monique exclaimed in a delighted voice. Madison bit hard on her own tongue hoping that Monique could feel what she felt. Monique’s inward chuckle was beginning to annoy Madison. “Oww… now that’s not nice!”
Monique moved them closer to where Erika was standing. Close enough to hear her voice and laughter. Madison sighed slightly. Maybe on some level she did want Erika, or maybe she just wanted to be Erika. She wanted her confidence, her self assurance.
“Her naked body… ” Madison had to bite back a giggle at Monique’s dry comment. “Come on… admit it. She turns you on… makes your nipples go all hard and tingly and your pussy go all wet and hot… ”
Madison looked closer at Erika and smiled speculatively. Who better to tell you what you want than the demon in your head?
“Alright then… we shall have her.” Madison shook her head. No on ‘had’ Erika Baptist. She was always in control, she did the having. “Inside everyone there is the desire to be taken, dominated, be told what where and how, even if it is only to a small degree. Just as everyone has a bit of a dominant streak. It just needs bringing out. I can do that… for both of you. Just let me do what I do best.”
Madison felt her body moving and for a moment nearly panicked, but Monique kept walking toward Erika and there was nothing to do but follow along. Her heart raced and she felt slightly dizzy. She opened her mouth to say hello to Erika when they reached her, but Monique closed it and kept walking. She turned and looked at Erika as they passed, their eyes met and held. Monique smiled at Erika, then she walked up to someone else and began to make small talk. Madison was confused. How was this going to get Erika’s attention?
“You don’t know the first thing about the pursuit do you? Just watch… ” Monique glanced over at Erika again and waited until they made eye contact. She raised her glass in salute and took a sip, never taking her eyes from Erika’s. Erika smiled and stood a bit straighter, nearly preening under the attentive look. “She thinks she’s something doesn’t she?”
Madison had to agree. Erika was very confident in her ability to catch anyone’s eye. Most of the single men, and a few of the married ones, would fall all over themselves to be with Erika. If the rumors were true it wasn’t just the men either. Erika could have anyone she wanted.
“But she can’t have you… ” Monique set down the glass and started walking slowly toward Erika. Madison was so confused, why couldn’t Erika have her? “Because you are going to have her first.”
Madison felt herself stuttering over thoughts… she didn’t… she couldn’t… Erika was her boss!
“Look, I want to have some fun and normally I wouldn’t care about anything but that, but I will warn you… whatever I do tonight, you will have to live with in the morning. So tell me now if you want me to stop… otherwise we are going to be upstairs in a bed with that woman in the next twenty minutes.”
Madison thought about her quiet, boring life. How nothing exciting ever happened to her. Well, something exciting was happening now, and with Monique’s help she was finally going to have something she had always secretly wanted. She smiled to herself, tomorrow could take care of itself. Monique walked up to Erika and took the glass from her hand, setting it on a nearby table. Without a word she took Erika’s hand and led her out to the dance floor. A slow song was playing and Monique slipped an arm around Erika’s waist, pulling her close.
Erika opened her mouth to say something but Monique placed a finger over her lips. As they danced Monique moved them away from the thick of the crowd. Madison was amazed at how smoothly she handled Erika taking her away from her throng of admirers without a single word. Erika didn’t struggle and didn’t speak, maybe she was hypnotized or something.
“I’m just giving her what she really wants.” Monique whispered in her head. Double French doors opened out onto a stone patio overlooking the gardens. Monique opened a door and led Erika out into the shadows. It was chilly outside. The sky was clear and the stars glittered brilliantly. Monique pushed Erika up against the wall in a shadowy corner and studied her for a moment. Erika was breathing quickly, her eyes searched the mask trying to get a glimpse of who might be behind it. Monique smiled and laid her hand on the side of Erika’s neck. Madison could feel the pulse racing there, this really was effecting Erika. “You haven’t seen anything… yet.”
Monique trailed her fingertips down along the neckline of Erika’s dress. Erika inhaled deeply, pressing her breasts higher in offering. Monique dipped one finger inside the dress unerringly finding a nipple already hard from the chill and excitement. Erika moaned slightly. Madison wondered how it would feel to have that nipple between her lips. Monique pulled the neckline of the dress down, baring Erika’s breast and bent to run her tongue in slow circles around the rock hard peak. Madison felt a groan escape her own throat and closed her lips, sucking hard on Erika’s nipple. Erika gasped and her hands came up to Madison’s shoulders. Monique grasped Erika’s hands and pushed them roughly above her head, pinning her to the brick wall with Madison’s body. She began to grind hard against Erika through the layers of clothing they both wore. Erika began to writhe against her groaning louder now. Breathing warm breath on Erika’s ear Monique went still.
“Don’t say a word.” Madison heard her own voice whisper. “If you want me to finish what I’ve started be in your room in ten minutes. I won’t wait any longer than that.”
With those instructions Monique turned and walked away leaving Erika gasping for breath.
“What are you doing??!” Madison demanded of Monique. Her body was on fire, she wanted to go back out on that patio and… and… she didn’t know and what, but something!! She wanted to tear the dress from Erika’s body, wanted to explore every bare inch of her flesh, yes that is what she wanted.
“Patience… ” Monique cautioned. They hurried up the stairs to the master suite that Erika had made her own for the night. “You will get your chance.”
“What if she doesn’t come… what if she sends someone to throw us out!”
Monique chuckled and shook her head. The room was dimly lit, the bed turned down invitingly. There was a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket and two glasses on the table beside it. Kicking off her shoes and removing her topcoat Monique sat on the bed leaning against the headboard. Madison thought about the room, and it occurred to her that Erika must have planned on company for the night. She couldn’t stay here… not if Erika had planned to bring someone else up here and seduce them.
“You know… I like you… ” Monique said. “You are refreshingly naïve.”
Madison bristled, offended by this thought, even if it were true. Monique leaned over and toyed with the knob of the night table drawer. She slid the drawer slowly open and then closed it, letting Madison only catch a small glimpse of what lay inside. Madison’s mind went still and she reached out of her own will to open the drawer again. Monique laughed delightedly and reached inside.
“I love being right!” She said pulling a large phallic device from the drawer. It seemed to be two penises joined at the base, the dimensions of which would make almost any man green with envy. Monique examined it closely and hummed with anticipation. “This looks very promising… ”
“Tell me, my friend, has Erika enlisted your services to oversee clean up for this extravaganza of hers?” Madison didn’t bother to answer Monique knew everything in her mind anyway. But what did it matter is Erika had asked her to stay the night of the party as well. “It looks as if Erika has plans to sleep here as well… it will be just the two of you in the whole house… ”
The gist of what Monique was saying sank in and Madison looked at the thing in her hands in a new light. Was this whole scene meant for her? What had Erika planned to do, lure her here on some pretense and seduce her? Had Erika intended to use this fascinating toy with her?
“Fascinating?” Monique asked in mock surprise. “You have never found a dick fascinating before… ”
Now it was Madison who chuckled, she’d never seen one like this… and certainly not wielded by a woman like Erika. She had a sudden vivid vision, not of Erika, but of herself, her body poised over Erika’s, her hips thrusting in long hard strokes. A sound half groan, half growl escaped from Madison and she sat forward reaching out to the image in her mind. The door knob clicked as it turned and Erika stepped quietly into the room. Madison looked at her and felt a burning inside such as she had never imagined possible.
For once Erika seemed unsure of herself. She stood across the room looking at Madison, her hands clasped in front of her. Madison leaned back again and linked her hands behind her head. Monique chuckled for some reason Madison could not fathom or care about. Erika shifted from foot to foot like a nervous bride.
“Come here.” Madison said, Erika walked quickly over to the side of the bed and tried to smile. Madison could see how her hands were shaking, her eyes shining so brightly with desire. Erika’s gaze fell on the long double ender lying beside Madison on the bed, and she flushed a beautiful crimson color. “Take the dress off.”
“But… ” Erika started to speak but Madison held up one finger and shook her head. Erika reached behind her and unfastened the buttons of her dress letting the heavy garment drop to the floor around her feet. Madison nodded and indicated that Erika should continue. The petticoats and chemise soon joined the dress and Erika stood completely naked and exposed. Madison let her gaze wander slowly over Erika’s body, her full breasts and flat stomach, the flare of her hips. Sitting up on the edge of the bed Madison reached for Erika’s hand and pulled her closer. Erika stopped when their knees touched, but Madison had other ideas. She put her hands just below Erika’s hips and guided her forward so that Erika was soon straddling her knees. Erika reached for the tall hat that still sat on Madison’s head, but her hands were caught and held away. Madison moved Erika’s arms behind her back and held them there with one hand, while her other hand began to explore.
Madison was fascinated with the softness of the skin on Erika’s stomach. She stroked over her ribs and down low on her abdomen running her thumb around Erika’s navel. Erika’s breathing got more rapid and Madison slid her hand slowly up to cup one full breast. She watched Erika’s face as she closed her fingers over the nipple and pinched hard. Erika closed her eyes and moaned. Madison rolled the nipple between her finger and thumb pulling hard and letting go. Erika gasped and her hips moved in a short bucking motion that caught Madison’s attention. Her hand trailed downward, the fingernails scratching lightly as they moved. Madison was intrigued to discover that Erika kept herself neatly trimmed making it so easy to slide her fingers along her sensitive slit. Erika widened her stance giving Madison easier access to slide one finger deep inside. Madison was so caught up in the heat and wetness of Erika’s body that she didn’t hear her moans becoming louder.
“Not yet… ” Monique whispered inside Madison’s head. She released Erika’s hands and leaned back on her elbows. Erika stared down at her in near desperation, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.
“I’ve got a surprise for you.” Monique said. She looked down at the waistband of her trousers and then smiled up at Erika. “Take them off.”
Erika reached for the button on the waistband, but Madison shook her head. With one finger she indicated that Erika should kneel. Erika locked gazes with Madison and hesitated for a moment then she stepped back and slowly sank to her knees. She leaned forward between Madison’s thighs and undid the trousers with trembling fingers. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of the trousers and underwear beneath and started to pull them slowly down. Madison lifted her hips to make it easier to get them off. Erika kept her eyes averted until she had lain the garments aside then took a deep breath and looked up. The surprise and shock on her face made Madison laugh delightedly. Erika looked up quickly her mouth opening to speak, then closing again quickly. For the first time Erika smiled, her usual self confidence showing through. Monique chuckled.
“She thinks she’s in familiar territory now… lets show her differently.”
Madison suddenly sat up and grabbed Erika by the hair, tugging her head back firmly. Erika gasped, not in pain but with surprise and pleasure. Madison leaned close and looked Erika directly in the eye. A slow smile spread across Madison’s face that made Erika shiver.
“Now the shirt.” Madison said in a low voice. She released Erika’s hair and sat up so the kneeling woman could undo the buttons on her vest and shirt. Erika pushed the clothing off of Madison’s shoulders and helped her pull her arms out of the sleeves. Madison grabbed Erika’s hands and lay them on the flat part of her chest just above the swell of her breasts. Keeping her eyes on Erika’s Madison slid their hands down making her cup and squeeze her firm breasts. She pressed and rolled Erika’s hands over her flesh showing the other woman exactly what she wanted her to do. Erika glanced down at their hands and a soft moan vibrated in her throat. Madison eased her grip letting Erika continue as she wanted, the feeling of her hands making Madison want more. She slid her hands up along Erika’s arms, over her shoulders, and up to cup the back of her head. She pulled her slowly forward until Erika’s lips were a hairsbreadth away from her skin. Erika traced the curve of Madison’s breast with the tip of her tongue swirling around the hardened nipple before pulling it between her lips sucking hard. Her fingers pinched and tweaked the opposite nipple until Madison growled with pleasure.
Madison used Erika’s hair to exert steady pressure downward moving her lower on her body allowing her to explore her skin with her lips and tongue. Erika dipped her tongue into Madison’s navel and she jumped making Erika chuckle. Tugging firmly on Erika’s hair Madison lifted her face and looked down at her smiling wickedly.
“You’re very clever with that tongue.” She said. “Let’s just see how clever… ”
Moving with slow but firm pressure Madison pushed Erika’s face further down her body. Erika followed eagerly her hands grasping Madison’s thighs pressing them farther apart. She dipped her head and ran her tongue slowly along Madison’s slit from back to front before raising her head. Madison smiled down at her and tugged her close again, letting her head fall back as Erika began to flick her tongue back and forth over her clit. Erika moved one hand sliding a single finger slowly inside Madison as her tongue worked faster.
“Oh yes… ” Madison moaned deeply. “That’s it… faster now… ”
Erika added a second finger to the first moving her hand faster… harder. Madison tugged harder on Erika’s hair as she felt an incredible tension building inside her. Her hips bucked against Erika’s face and she lost herself in the feelings rushing over her. The hat fell from her head as her shoulders came up off the bed and she released a loud growling cry.
Madison sat up pulling Erika up toward her, their lips met in a hard frantic kiss. The electric release Madison had just experienced seemed to only fuel the fire burning inside her. She wanted more she wanted to have this woman who had just given her such intense pleasure. She took Erika by the arm and pulled her up onto the bed and covering her with her own body. Their tongues danced together, tasting and teasing. Madison took Erika’s hands and pinned them to the bed above her head. She raised her head and looked down into Erika’s feverish eyes, her long dark hair fell in a tumble around their faces.
“Time to remove the mask.” Monique’s voice whispered faintly. Madison reached up and pulled the mask from her face.
“M-Madison?” Erika’s surprise made Madison smile again.
“Shhh… ” Madison pressed her lips down hard on Erika’s kissing her until her lips parted and her body melted beneath her. Madison reached down and wrapped her hand around the long double ender that still lay on the bed. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it, but she felt sure someone would show her. She sat up on her knees and held the toy up for Erika to see. Erika drew in a long breath and her eyes darkened. Without a word she sat up and took one end in her hands. Madison moved her knees apart and held on to Erika’s shoulders as she reached between her legs with the long flexible dong. There was no resistance. Madison was so wet that the head slipped inside her easily. She looked at Erika and something passed between them. Erika lay back on the bed, opened her legs wide, and reached for Madison.
As Madison slid the dong inside her Erika lifted her knees and let her eyes close. Madison felt her surrender, felt her giving herself over to whatever was to come and something fierce burst to life inside her. She thrust her hips in one hard fast motion driving into Erika with a harsh cry. Erika reached up and grabbed the headboard her cries rising louder with each thrust.
“Harder!” She screamed thrusting her hips up to meet Madison’s. “Oh God yes… please!!”
Madison hooked her arms under Erika’s knees and held on, her thrusts becoming harder and faster. She felt the tension building again, that sweet fire burning inside, the pressure getting higher. Erika screamed out suddenly her body tensing and arching up from the bed. The sounds she made pushed Madison over the edge and she felt herself explode. They collapsed together, Madison lying on Erika’s chest struggling to catch her breath.
Madison rolled to one side disentangling their limbs then pulling Erika against her and holding her close. She stroked Erika’s hair placing a soft kiss on her temple. Erika slipped her arms around Madison and snuggled under her chin.
“Madison?” Erika whispered.
“Hmm?” Madison answered sleepily.
“This turned out completely different than I had planned.” Erika murmured into the side of Madison’s neck. Madison chuckled and hugged Erika tight.
“So this was all planned for my benefit.” Madison hooked a finger under Erika’s chin and made her look up. They gazed at each other for a long moment then Madison lowered her head and pressed a soft gentle kiss on Erika’s lips. “Sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”
“But… ” Madison placed a finger over Erika’s mouth closing it to silence her.
“Shhh, no talk. I want you to sleep, you’re going to need your rest for what I have planned for you in the morning.” She kissed Erika harder her tongue flicking over the inside of her lower lip. Erika shivered in anticipation then sighed relaxing in Madison’s arms. “Now sleep.”
Madison watched Erika until her breathing assumed the gentle rhythm of sleep. Then she just watched her, amazed at what they had shared, anticipating may more times to come. Whatever this was, whatever strange combination came from her and Monique in one body, she had to keep it going.
“Monique?” The silence inside her mind stretched on for several heartbeats before it registered. Monique glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was after one o’clock in the morning. Monique must have been telling the truth after all. Madison slipped from the bed careful not to wake Erika. She slipped the shirt she had been wearing back on and let herself quietly out of the room. In the hall she paused, listening for the sounds of the party that must surely be winding down by now. The band was paid to stay until 1:30, so it was possible the party was already over. Padding on bare feet up to the attic room Madison opened the door and went straight to the mirror standing against the wall.
“Monique?” Madison waited and soon saw the shadowy form moving toward her. She smiled at the tall hat and dapper image. The golden eyes flashed at her and Monique smiled.
“Well, look at you… ” She said taking in Madison’s bare legs and half unbuttoned shirt.
“You left without saying goodbye.”
“I would have loved to stay for the denouement, I would have loved to experience that lovely newfangled toy, but as I said… midnight.”
“What do you mean? You were there… I felt… ” Madison fell silent trying to remember the last time she had felt Monique’s presence in her mind. It had been just before she removed her mask. That was it, but Madison had been too caught up in her conquest of Erika to notice.
“No sweetie… that was all you.” The image in the mirror stood with hands in pockets and smiled proudly. “I told you it was inside you… and I helped you set it free. That’s part of the deal.”
“What deal?”
“You offer me the use of your flesh for a short time… and I release you from your prison. That is how it was with the real Monique”
“I’m confused. Aren’t you the real Monique?” The figure in the mirror threw her head back and laughed.
“No! Monique summoned me and I helped her escape from this room her family had locked her in. It was not the same as with you and I, not as pleasurable, but still fulfilling in its own way.” She grinned unashamedly. “I used her name so that you would help me… a small deception on my part.”
Madison shook her head. Before tonight she would have been angry. Before tonight she would never have believed anything like this was possible!
“My time is done for another year. The spell only works on Halloween. Maybe next year you’ll come see me again?” The image in the mirror tipped her hat began to fade away. Madison turned and walked toward the door with a bemused smile on her face. Life had certainly taken an exciting twist.
“Madison…?” The voice was faint and whispery. Madison looked over her shoulder. “Keep it alive.”
Madison smiled wickedly and closed the door behind her. All the way down the stairs her mind was on Erika, warm and sleeping, waiting for her. She stole quietly into the room and eased back into the bed. Erika shifted turning into Madison’s warmth. Her eyes fluttered slightly open and she gave a sleepy smile.
“Where did you go?” She whispered. Madison kissed the tip of her nose and snuggled down for a little sleep.
“Just saying good bye to a friend.”