Chapter 7

Allen drove fast, cutting in and out of the traffic, cursing and fuming all the way to the suburbs of Santa Monica.

He had to force a smile when he was greeted by Sybil and Bob.

"Rather than shake your hand, I'm going to put this in it," Sybil said at the door. She held out a tall glass and gave it to Allen.

Surprised, he took it and tasted the refreshing liquid.

"Whoever you are, you know the way to a man's heart."

"I am Sybil and this is my husband, Bob. And the key to your stomach is standing right behind you."

Sybil peered over Allen's shoulder and looked at Gwen.

"There she is. She told me the recipe over the phone."

Allen hugged Gwen.

"Good girl."

'Hell, come in, everyone. Don't stand out there like salesmen do."

Laughing, Allen stepped inside, followed by Gwen.

"Very handsome," Sybil said to Gwen as the men disappeared into the living room. "Quite a hunk of man."

Gwen blushed. "Thanks."

"He looks happy too. I thought you mentioned something about post-war slump."

"I must have been wrong," Gwen lied. "He seems fine."

"Good. I've missed you deeply," Sybil said, squeezing Gwen's buttocks and hugging her.

For a moment, Gwen blushed, embarrassed that the woman was embracing her. The redness in her cheeks flowed away as a warm, comforting feeling caressed her mind.

"Thank you, Sybil. I've missed you." She stood on her toe tips and kissed Sybil's warm mouth, feeling her tongue lick out and touch the sensual woman's lips. Again, the embarrassment ebbed back.

"Let's join the men before they shut us out of their conversation completely. We'll play later."

"Yes," Gwen said, a tingling feeling stirring her loins. "Later."

"... and we patrolled the Chu Lai area, dropped in by helicopters to LZ's..."

"No. No. No." Sybil flailed her arms in the air. "Not you two men talking about war. Can't have that. Let's talk about something we women can enjoy-sex, the theater, books, the movies."

Allen laughed and let his eyes roam over Sybil's voluptuous body.

"You know, I confess that I expected you to be a couple of old American patriots who had sheltered my poor wife by feeding her cakes and cookies and taking her to the zoo every weekend. At least from the looks of you two, she had a good time."

"We think so," Bob said, smiling at Gwen. "We think so."

"I'm glad. Come here, dear." Allen pulled her down at his side and squeezed her waist. "She was worth coming back for, believe me."

Gwen squirmed uncomfortably, trying to smile and look pleased. But Allen's arm around her waist pulled possessively at her.

"Yes," he said, looking at her, a frightening glint in his gelid eyes, "she was worth every ounce of sweat."

"Well," Sybil said, looking quizzically from Bob to Gwen. "Let's have a few more drinks, dinner and then a friend of ours is coming over. Did Gwen tell you about him?"

Allen released his grip on Gwen and she settled back against the couch, trying to keep the smile on her face.

"Yes, a hypnotist, or something."

"And a very well known one. Loyd Largo. Very good. Very good."

"I'm game," Allen said shaking his empty glass at Sybil. She smiled at him, letting her tongue wet her lips and her eyes narrow as she carefully touched his hand with hers when taking the glass from him.

"I think we're all game," she said, slightly, suggestively, swishing her well-shaped rear as she sauntered to the bar for a refill.

"Delicious," Allen sighed, pushing his plate into the center of the table and sipping the last remnants of the wine in the tall, slender glass.

"Gwen, care for some more wine?"

"No thanks. I'm spinning now."

She held her head for a moment and then stood, following the others who were collecting in the living room.

Allen sank into a soft, leather chair and closed his eyes.

"This is living."

"Part of it, anyway," Sybil said pouring him a brandy and touching his hand again as she gave it to him. He opened his eyes and met hers, staring at him, her tongue rimming the top of her lip.

"You have a very attractive home and wife," Allen said to Bob.

"So do you."

"Thanks."

Gwen sat stiffly watching the others. She felt estranged, alone, excluded from the group. It was as if Allen were now the center of attention, stealing it from her.

The chimes rang and Sybil excused herself. She returned with Largo, leading him by the hand.

"Loyd, we'd like you to meet some very good friends. You know Gwen, of course."

Gwen nodded and stared at the man's haunting, dark eyes. She felt a coldness in them and quickly turned away to pick up her drink.

"... and her husband, just back from Vietnam, Allen Farrow."

Largo pumped the man's hand and sat, taking the dank Sybil offered.

"I must apologize for just dropping in and leaving, but I only have a few moments. So, can we begin."

"Sure. Sure, Largo." Bob scooted his chair closer. "Say, why don't you show Allen the stiff board trick. Look, Allen, all you have to do is let Largo hypnotize you and then tell you to be as stiff as a board. We put you across the chairs and sit on you, take a picture and have a wild photo for your album. What do you say."

"It's quite painless, Mister Farrow, I can assure you." Largo's deep voice rang through the room as Sybil turned the lights down and struck a match to the candle on the coffee table.

"Come on, Allen. You're not chicken are you?"

"Not in the least," Allen said, slipping his tie knot loose and rubbing his hands together.

"Now, simply relax, Mister Farrow. Let your body go limp. Relax and watch the crystal spinning above the flame..."

Gwen sat back and rubbed her arms as though she were cold as she listened to Largo's voice lulling Allen into the quiet world of the unconscious. She felt her own mind being lifted away and remembered the first night, the steps she made toward Sybil and Bob's bedroom, the way she had held her breasts and cupped them.

The sound of whips cracking snapped through her mind as she recalled through the haze of Largo's musical voice the time Sybil had worn only the great wide black belt, the leather boots and snapped the whip over her head, making her grovel at her feet, licking Bob's semen off the toes of the boots, and then eating Sybil's ass until she had an orgasm.

Her mind was confused as the words love and hate filled her memory and made her warm one moment, cold the next. She was swaying to the intonations of Largo's voice, unaware of her surroundings.

"Mrs. Farrow. Mrs. Farrow."

Largo stood above her, his dark, angular face peering into hers.

''Yes?"

She blinked and looked around. Bob and Sybil had Allen in the corner and were talking to him, saying things she couldn't hear.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes," She rubbed her temples. "I just got a little dizzy listening. I'm sorry."

"Is everything you do and see here beautiful?" he asked, tilting her chin up.

"Yes... yes... I think so, I think so."

"Good. Remember that everything about Bob and Sybil is beautiful, Mrs. Farrow. Never forget that."

"I won't. I won't."

He left, stepping lightly across the room on his springy legs toward Sybil.

"I'm not sure about Mrs. Farrow," he said, concerned about the woman's faltering answer.

"What do you mean, Largo. Everything seems all right."

"Just an uneasy feeling. If she starts to show any peculiar signs of rebellion, drop your relationship immediately. There are too many of us involved in this to let one woman turn it all sour."

"All right. I'll keep an eye on her. By the way, you did a beautiful job on Allen."

"I always do on braggarts. They're the easiest."

"Thanks, Largo. I'll send you the check next week."

"Fine."

Gwen watched as the tall man wheeled and left as silent as the wind comes and goes on a warm day.

"Gwen, come here."

"Yes, Sybil?"

The woman embraced her, planting kisses on her cheek and neck and lips. Gwen started to pull away, but the warm, soothing feeling came to her and she pressed herself into Sybil's demanding arms.

"I just wanted you to know you were safe with us, dear," Sybil said, smoothing Gwen's hair. "And that Allen loves us too, as you do. He wants to join us in the bedroom, all four of us. Together. As we talked about before. Sharing each other's body, loving deeply."

Sybil kissed her again, her tongue snaking into Gwen's mouth as she pushed the limp young woman down onto the rug.

"But I want you for myself, before the men start. Relax, baby. Sybil will take care of you and Allen. Sybil will love you."

Gwen looked up into Sybil's fiery eyes. Her tongue licked down at Gwen's face, lapping at her eyes and nose, sliding along Gwen's lips.

"Allen wants you to make love to me, first. He said it would make you ready for him. So we can all watch and enjoy our partnership."

Sybil's voice was husky and her hands pulled Gwen's skirt up, exposing the naked flesh of her thighs.

"Love me, Gwen. Let yourself go. Feel my body against yours and float with me."

Carefully, Sybil unbuttoned the top of Gwen's dress and pushed the material aside to expose the woman's youthful breasts. Anxiously, she tugged at the bra, pulling the cup down so the breast and nipple were exposed.

"Tell me what this feels like, Gwen. Tell me how good it feels."

Her teeth flashing, Sybil bit roughly around the mound, gnawing on the nipple as Gwen gasped.

"It's good. It's so good and gentle. More, Sybil. Love me more."

Sybil sank her fingernails around the mound and squeezed, her face twisting and leering as she watched Gwen's raptured expression harden on her face.

"Does that feel good? Does it?" she grunted.

"Oh, it's good. It's so good."

Her hands shaking, Sybil pulled her blouse off and unsnapped her bra. Her jutting mounds swung free, dangling over Gwen's smaller, flatter breasts.

Inching up over her, Sybil let her breasts sway back and forth, her nipples grazing against Gwen's.

"How is that? How does that feel?" She panted, her breath coming in spurts as she looked at the woman beneath her.

Gwen's mouth opened and closed as she lolled her head and ran her hands across Sybil's back. Her lips quivered, her tongue slipped between her lips and her breath hissed through leer nose.

"My pretty little bitch," Sybil cooed, dragging her fingernail down Gwen's flushed cheek. "My pretty little bitch."

"Yes. Yes," Gwen mouthed, her lips forming an offered "O" as she bucked beneath Sybil.

"Kiss me," Sybil commanded. "Tickle my throat with your tongue. Make me gag."

Opening her mouth wide, Sybil met Gwen's lips and felt the girl's tongue dive in, thrashing at the sides of her portal and stab at her tongue. Sybil moved her head in and out, pursing her lips and sucking on the hard tongue. Saliva dripped from her mouth to Gwen's as she slid her lips back and forth over the hard organ.

Her fingers felt down between Gwen's leg, slipping beneath the band of the nylon and worming up inside her vagina. Gwen gasped and squeezed her legs around Sybil's waist as the woman pinched her clitoris painfully.

"How is that? How does it feel?"

"Oh, Sybil. Sybil. It's beautiful. Beautiful."

"Beautiful?" She clutched the slippery clit between her thumb and forefinger and pulled. Gwen whimpered tears squeezing out of the corners of her eyes.

"Y-Yes. It's... beautiful... good."

Again Sybil squeezed the clit and pulled, shoving her fingernail into the nub's side.

"Does it still feel good? Does it?"

"Ohhh. Yesss." Gwen moaned and sibilated the words from between her clenched teeth.

Sybil released her hold on the clit and drove her fingers deeply into Gwen's snatch. She plunged the two digits in to the second knuckle and twisted them as a killer does extracting a knife from a victim's ribcage. She repeated the boring assault.

"How is that, bitch? Is that good?"

"yes," Gwen cried, gasping and writhing, her face twisted as her body responded to the gruesome attack.

Sybil jacked her fingers up and down the crevice, driving them in as far as they would go. Gwen panted and clung to her neck, crying into her shoulder as the woman's arm flew in a blur between her legs.

"Oh, Sybil. Finish me. Finish me. Make me come. Make me come," Gwen begged as she felt the nagging curse of the orgasm approach.

"Tell me what it's like? Tell me about your come?"

"It's eating inside me, Sybil. It's crawling around inside me. It has to get out. It's biting at my guts, clawing me. I've got to get it out, it's eating me alive. Let it out for me? Let it out?" Gwen's head banged on the floor and her hips bucked up, driving Sybil's fingers deeply into her.