Chapter 7

On the second day following that fateful morning and afternoon, shortly past six in the evening, Neal Court and his boss, Rodney Alvaro arrived at Marlowe Manor.

Sharon and Lena were in the library when they were ushered in by Wafto, drinking brandy and relaxing before the ever-present fire in the Inglenook. The young blonde wife, wearing a powder-blue pants outfit Neal had given her the previous Christmas, her long blonde tresses piled high on her lovely head, stood with hammering heart by the leather couch as the man she loved appeared in the library doorway. She stared across at him, at his tall smiling handsomeness -- and she felt nothing.

Oh, she was happy to see him, of course. He was her husband, he was Neal, and there was a warmth in her stomach at the sight of him that put a smile on her soft red lips and sent her running across the room and into his arms. But the all-consuming ardor was gone, and in its place there was an emptiness, a void; the total commitment to him and to the life she had known prior to coming to Marlowe Manor no longer existed inside her warm young body. She had changed she was a different woman entirely.

It was really amazing, she thought with a kind of detached wonder as she hugged and kissed this man who only a few days before had embodied every bit of meaning in her life. She felt absolutely no guilt, no remorse, no shame. It had all been purged out of her, along with her moralistic viewpoints and attitudes, by the thundering rampaging cocks of Mark Marlowe and Wafto, the stunted little dwarf, the loss of virginity of her mouth and her anus, the introduction to pleasures of the carnal flesh that she had never dreamed existed.

These past two days had been a kaleidoscope of sexual frenzy and fulfillment, a seemingly unending carousel ride of throbbing, ejaculating penii thrust into her pussy and her throat and her rectum, filling her to overflowing with delicious white-hot male seed, sending her spinning to countless orgasms. The hatred and fear she had felt for Lena and Mark and Wafto in the beginning had soon become something else, something akin to worship as they introduced her to newer and stranger eroticisms and delights that put her on a never-ending rocketship ride to the far corners of the universe.

She had, in these past few days, become totally emancipated and she knew that and accepted it as an irrefutable fact. She was a new woman, and she was completely at ease in the makeup of that new woman; she had become a hedonist, a lover of pleasure, of the hardened male member, of sex in any form. She had come to firmly believe that there was nothing wrong in the seeking of satisfaction, of physical gratification, merely because it was frowned upon by most of society; most of society hadn't tried the wondrous deviations from the norm which she had engaged in, and found so enrapturing; they condemned blindly, foolishly, as she had once condemned. They did not know, had no idea -- only she knew, she and her newfound friends and confidants here at Marlowe Manor...

Neal, she thought as she kissed him hard on the mouth, what would you think if you found out what had happened to me, how I've changed? Would you still love me? Would you understand? Would you join me in my new life? Oh I hope so, because I do love you, in spite of my emancipation, and because I want you with me always. I want you... but the only way I can have you is for you to adapt as I have adapted, because dear Neal, I can never go back to what I was before. Never. And you must find out, eventualIy... you must know the truth. I pray that you make the right decision, my darling... the decision that was made FOR me by Lena and Mark and Wafto and -- yes, and your boss Rodney Alvaro, for Lena told me all about his part in their plans...

But Sharon did not allow her thoughts to show on her face as she stepped back, beaming radiantly up at her husband, and said, "Oh I'm so glad you're here, darling! How was your return flight?"

"Smooth as silk," he answered, one strong arm encircling her waist.

"And Athens?"

"A beautiful old city," answered Neal. "I enjoyed our stay there. But I'm afraid business meetings kept us from doing much sight-seeing," he grinned fondly at her. "Well, I must say you're looking very refreshed and happy. Marlowe Manor seems to have agreed with you immensely. Are you enjoying yourself, honey?"

"Oh very much," she replied demurely.

"Didn't I tell you you would? What have you been doing with yourself these past three days, anyway?"

"Just relaxing, mostly."

"Been exploring the moors ?"

"No, I wanted to wait until you came darling."

He laughed softly. "We'll go out first thing in the morning. I'm fascinated by the bleakness of them."

Just then, Mark Marlowe entered the library, dressed in one of his many velvet lounging jackets. He clapped Rodney Alvaro, who was embracing Lena, soundly on the back, greeted him, then walked over to where Neal and Sharon stood. He extended his hand.

"Neal," he said, "so good of you to come."

"Hello, Mark. Nice to see you again."

"I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed your wife these past few days," said the Lord of Marlowe Manor, with no hint of guile. Even so, Sharon felt a faint tinge of red creep into her cheeks, and she looked away quickly. "I'm very glad you both accepted my invitation."

"It was good of you to offer," Neal said.

Rodney Alvaro, his arm encircling the shoulders of his smiling, dark- haired wife, joined them. "How about a drink, Mark? I'm bloody bushed, driving all that way from London. Hired car was acting up, too. We should have taken yours, Neal, as you suggested."

Marlowe said, "Come along to the bar. I'll do the honors, tonight. Wafto's preparing dinner, and I dasn't disturb him while he's creating one of his special feasts."

As they all walked to the bar, Neal whispered to Sharon, "Is Wafto that poor little dwarf who let us in?"

"Yes."

"He gives me a creepy feeling. Those beady eyes of his..."

"Oh honey, he's very nice," whispered the young blonde wife. "He really is. One of the nicest people I've ever met. He's... done a lot for me since I've been here."

"In that case, I'll treat him with extra-special respect," grinned the doting husband.

Drawing Lena off to one side as the Courts stepped up to the bar to watch Mark Marlowe mix drinks, Rodney Alvaro asked in an undertone, "Well, my pet? How did things progress with the lovely Mrs. Court?"

"You mean you couldn't tell by her expression and her actions just now?" smiled the dark-haired woman wickedly.

"I thought so," Alvaro smiled back. "But I just wanted to make sure before I make my approach. How is she taking things?"

"Beautifully, of course," Lena told him. "She's totally subjugated, and wildly insatiable. Haven't you noticed how haggard Mark is looking? She reminds me of myself, when I was won over to the pleasures of the flesh so many years ago."

"You never cease to amaze me, my dear Lena."

"Remember, Rodney, save some of that fine cum of yours for your wife tonight. Don't spend it all on the sweet little bitch, Sharon."

"Have I ever denied you yet, my love?"

"No, you haven't," admitted Lena. Her smile grew calculating. "I believe I'll have some sport with young Neal tonight. Do you mind, Rodney?"

"Is it wise to expose him to the truth at this early date?"

"Why not? The sooner the better, I should think."

"Have you brought Rajah to young Sharon yet?"

"No, my pet, we were waiting for you to arrive. I know how much you enjoy Rajah's performances. We were planning things for tonight."

"Hmmm. Well, perhaps we should wait until Rajah and Sharon have become... acquainted before Neal is apprised."

"On the contrary," said Lena, "I think it would be the perfect psychological time if he were to witness his lovely young wife and Rajah together."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course! Mark will have his cameras set up in the master bedroom, and I shall bring Neal there when things are at their proper moment. We shan't have any trouble."

"How will you handle him?"

"I've instructed Wafto to put just enough of his infamous potion in Neal's after-dinner drinks to make him sleepy at first. He'll toddle off to bed, and then he'll become terribly horny; after you've gone with Sharon, I'll bring Mark in for a quick fuck, as I've promised him, and then I'll fetch Neal when Wafto brings Rajah. He'll be so excited from the potion, so shocked from the sight of his wife with Rajah, that he'll put his nice young cock inside me without any trouble at all. After that, he will be one of us, just as Sharon is now."

"Excellent, my pet, excellent..."

The Alvaros joined the Courts, then, and the conversation centered on more mundane matters. Neal seemed in very high spirits, laughing jovially, and Sharon felt her heart go out to him. If only you knew, darling, she thought, if only you knew and felt just as I did... what a truly wonderful moment this would be!

The young blonde wife looked over at Rodney Alvaro, who smiled back at her with his eyes shining. Yes, she knew all about Rodney -- he was no different from Lena and Mark and Wafto -- and she could not help but wonder how large his cock really was, how proficient he was in bed. Her pussy tingled excitedly as she recalled what Lena had told her about Rodney, about how he had made her cum ten times in one night with his magnificent penis. Would he ask her, Sharon, to fuck him tonight? She wanted to, after what Lena had told her, but what of Neal? She wouldn't forsake her husband, the man she still loved, for Rodney Alvaro -- even for one evening; no, she would remain with Neal tonight. His cock was lovely and large, too -- how well she knew it! Perhaps Neal was not as accomplished as Mark or Wafto, that ugly wonderful little dwarf!, but it would satisfy her for this evening. There would be other opportunities to fuck Rodney Alvaro... yes, many other opportunities...

They had two drinks each, and then Marlowe announced that it was time for everyone to freshen up and change for dinner. Neal and Sharon climbed the marble staircase arm in arm, and entered the room Sharon had occupied throughout her stay at Marlowe Manor; Neal's bags had been brought there by Wafto.

When they were alone, he kissed his lovely blonde wife long and passionately, whispering, "It's been a long time without you sweetheart. Miss me?"

"Oh yes," Sharon said.

"We'll make up for it tonight, after dinner," he grinned. "I'm really going to love you, honey."

She smiled and nodded, pretending to blush, but she was thinking, Yes, you'll love me, but I don't think it will be as good as it has been with Mark and Wafto, my darling, for you see they've had so much, much more practice than you have in the art of really making a woman happy...

Dinner was sumptuous affair; Wafto had outdone himself in excellence. There was a steak-and-kidney pie the likes of which Sharon had never tasted before, a superb French red wine, Yorkshire pudding of a gourmet variety. Sated with the delicious food and drink, the four guests and Mark Marlowe retired to the library, where Wafto served Grand Marnier in tall tulip glasses, Partagas cigars for the men, and strong European coffee.

The fire crackled cozily in the huge Inglenook fireplace, and conversation -- sporadic at best with everyone lulled into a contemplative state died altogether after awhile. Neal sat on the couch with his arm around Sharon, sipping approvingly at his Grand Marnier; he did not seem to notice that the silently moving Wafto refilled his glass from a special bottle on his tray each time it became less than half full.

Time passed slowly, and Sharon felt a certain drowsiness that was almost consuming. But her mind was nonetheless filled with thoughts of the flesh, and her pussy ached with its new-found need for the hard, driving presence of a masculine member. She wished Rodney Alvaro would not keep sneaking openly coveting looks at her, for she was afraid Neal would notice -- and she kept envisioning the older man's cock, described by Lena in great detail, in her mind. Lord, but she wanted to fuck tonight! Perhaps she should take Neal upstairs right now, since she had made up her mind to remain with him tonight -- even though, in her new and hedonistic world, it was Rodney Alvaro's cock she wanted even more than her husband's...

Neal drained his sixth glass of Grand Marnier, and Sharon noticed that his eyes seemed to be growing glassy. Sweat had popped out on his forehead. Suddenly, he raised one hand to his face and said in a wavering voice, "Hoo boy, I think I've drunk a little too much! I feel a little dizzy."

"Perhaps you should go and lie down for awhile, Neal," the Lord of Marlowe Manor said with elaborate solicitousness.

"Yes... yes, that might be a good idea," Neal agreed. He got to his feet, standing a bit unsteadily. He reached down for Sharon's hand. "Honey, you want to come upstairs with me?"

"Yes, of course, darling," Sharon answered immediately. She stood, frowning a little, and then helped her slightly weaving husband out of the library and up the marble stairs. She did not notice the pleased smiles on the faces of the others behind her, the quick nod which Lena Alvaro gave Rodney; she had not been informed of the administration of Wafto's potion to Neal Court in his Grand Marnier.

In their room, Neal immediately collapsed across the bed, flinging one hand up to cover his eyes. Sharon sat down beside him, whispering his name, but he seemed oblivious to her presence now. Had he passed out on so few drinks? Sharon wondered. How was that possible? Neal had always been able to hold his liquor very well. Unless...

She shook her comatose husband several times, but he did not stir. Sharon stood, biting her lip uncertainly. Should she stay here with Neal? He looked as if he was completely unconscious and would stay that way for some time. Should she risk going back downstairs, to where her husband's boss was surely waiting for her? If she did, she knew the consequences. But suppose Neal woke up?

She hesitated a moment longer, then the aching in her cunt became so acute that it was almost a physical pain; she needed release, gratification, her newly-attuned body screamed for it. She decided there wasn't much chance of Neal waking up, not if what she suspected was true. She turned from the bed, opened the door, and slipped into the hallway.

Rodney Alvaro was waiting there, smiling a sexually enticing smile.

She walked boldly up to him. "You drugged Neal's drinks, didn't you?" she accused.

"Yes, my sweet," answered Alvaro candidly. "And do you know why?"

Sharon's pussy continued to ache horribly, and the petal-like lips of her vagina began to flower wide to allow the moist secretions of her building passion to dampen the crotch band of her brief panties and her inner thighs. "Perhaps I do," she told him coyly.

Alvaro licked his lips. His breath seemed to be catching in his throat, and his eyes were feverishly bright as they roamed over her lithe, voluptuous body clad in its clinging, simple sheath. "I understand you haven't seen the master suite as yet, my dear," he said.

"The master suite?"

"Yes. It's very impressive."

"Well... then I'd like to see it, by all means."

Alvaro grinned lewdly. "I thought you would."

He took her arm and led her down the hallway, turning at its end to follow another corridor running toward the rear of the manor house. At its end was a huge door, and Rodney keyed that open, clicking on the overhead light as he did so. They entered.

Indeed, Sharon hadn't seen this particular room before and she was immediately taken with it. It was grandly furnished with old dark wooden pieces, done in red velvet. There were red drapes covering one wall, a huge red circular bed in the exact center of the room, and tinted mirrors on the walls. The red motif in the diffused and indirect lighting had a wickedly appropriate atmosphere.

"Quite a room, isn't it?" asked Alvaro.

"Oh yes," Sharon said.

Rodney closed the door behind him, turned to face the beauteous young wife. He began to breathe rapidly, his eyes gleaming, a large bulge becoming prominent at the front of his trousers. "Do you know what we're going to do now, Sharon, my sweet?"

"No," she asked, "what are we going to do, Rodney?"

"We're going to fuck, right there in the middle of that big round red bed," panted the old man. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Would you like that, my young beauty? Would you like the cock of an old English gentleman filling that tender young cunt of yours?"