She Feeds - Part 2

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Tom arrived at the McKinley estate a little before 9 a.m. and wasted no time getting to work putting up the orange and purple lights along the sharp roof and window lines of the Gothic mansion.

It required a great deal of time spent on a tall ladder and Tom focused as intently as he could, pushing away any thoughts of the dream he'd had the night before - a dream that had featured Mina showing him his wife's cheating - in addition to shoving aside memories of the intense sex he'd had with Lucy that morning.

Tom was on the ladder when his wife pulled into the driveway to bring lunch, as they'd discussed that morning. He turned and waved as she got out of the car with a cooler and a paper bag in her hand.

"Hey honey!" he called out.

"Hello, darling."

"Let me finish hanging this strand of lights and I'll be right down. You can wait inside if you'd like to get out of the cold."

Lucy glanced at the door. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course. Go right ahead."

She walked towards the door and Tom turned his attention back to the lights. Hanging them was slow work - he was determined to do it well and minimize damage to the house - so five minutes passed before he finished, descended the ladder, and headed for the front door to meet his wife.

The foyer was empty and the cooler and bag his wife had brought were on the floor. "Lucy?" he called out.

Tom stood in silence waiting for a response or an indication of any kind as to where his wife had gotten off to. He stepped outside and jogged towards the garage to check and make sure she wasn't admiring the decorations he'd yet to put out. Finding the garage absent his wife's presence, Tom headed back inside and began a search.

He roamed the hallways listening for conversation of any kind and told himself he'd open a closed door only if he heard his wife inside as he suspected that snooping in his employer's house would be an unwise choice.

The search took him through much of the house before Tom heard a muffled voice from behind a closed door at the end of a dark hallway. Tom rushed towards the door.

"She's exquisite, isn't she?" he heard.

"Yes, she is."

It sounded like Lucy, though the thick and ornate wooden door dampened the sound enough that Tom couldn't be certain. He wrapped his fingers around the worn brass door knob and twisted it slowly. He pushed and the door creaked as it opened. Tom froze as a sense of panic gripped him.

"Are these paintings on the walls...are they of models like her?"

It was Lucy's voice. Tom was certain. It seemed entirely within his rights to step inside and greet his wife, but he felt an unexpected sense of trepidation.

"They are, yes. I have a fondness for beauty, for capturing it in this particular form as there's something about an oil painting that feels so much more vivid than a simple photograph could ever be. I suppose you could say I'm carrying on a family tradition, too, as some of the paintings you see around the room are hundreds of years old."

Tom thought he heard a soft moan, though it could have been almost anything.

Lucy's voice had taken on a dreamlike quality as she said, "They're so beautiful. It's almost...it's almost overwhelming. And some are...some are so...so erotic."

"Indeed," Mina said. "I have a fondness for the intense beauty of a woman when she has set herself free to experience true bliss."

This time Tom was certain he heard a soft moan.

"Most women never experience true erotic bliss," Mina said, her voice decidedly seductive. "Most never surrender to their desires to such a degree that bliss follows. The woman in front of you has surrendered, though, and she's been rewarded with an erotic experience unlike any other. Isn't that right?"

"It is," an unfamiliar voice said. "I...I can't even begin to describe it. It's so much more than simple pleasure. It's so much more than an orgasm. It's something so far beyond that. Something that truly defies description."

Tom pushed on the ornate wooden door and it opened silently. He leaned into what turned out to be a massive bedroom whose walls were lined with paintings that did indeed feature a series of breathtakingly beautiful women, many of whom were depicted naked and some of whom were clearly lost in ecstasy.

Standing in front of the bed was a beautiful redheaded woman with the palest skin Tom had ever seen. She wore a black corset, a semi-sheer black scarf wrapped elegantly around her neck, and a simple black thong.

Lucy and Mina stood a dozen feet from the redhead and Tom noted that they were holding hands. A tall, lean man wearing only a pair of underwear sat behind an easel as he painted a portrait that seemed nearly finished as he'd already captured the undeniable beauty of the redhead's face in exquisite detail.

"Pierre has already painted her twice," Mina explained as he turned towards Lucy. "I intend for him to capture her beauty several times on her journey towards the purest form of erotic bliss."

Mina leaned closer to Lucy and kissed her neck, eliciting a soft moan of the sort Tom had heard several times while listening.

"She's nearly there, though," she said. "And when she reaches that place of bliss, I will require another model."

Her lips danced over Lucy's neck and Tom watched his wife's legs trembled. Mina's fingers moved up Lucy's arm and brushed her hair aside, exposing more of the vulnerable flesh of her neck.

"Would you like to experience bliss in the manner of the women you see in my paintings, Lucy?" Mina said before baring her teeth for just a moment. Her lips curled back over them and she kissed Lucy's neck once more, eliciting yet another moan.

"I...I don't know," Lucy replied.

"I think you do know."

"I've finished, ma'am," the man behind the easel said.

Mina took Lucy's hand and they walked towards the painting.

"Exquisite, as always, Pierre," Mina noted.

Lucy stared for a few seconds longer. "It's breathtaking. She's...she's perfect."

Mina's fingers danced over the back of Lucy's neck, once more making her legs tremble.

"I agree," Mina said, "though this is nowhere near her perfect state. He has captured her beauty, but she is not in a state of bliss. Not yet. Would you like to see her in that state, Lucy? Would you like a preview of how you could feel should you agree to model for me after she's served her purpose?"

There was something ominous in Mina's tone and word choice, and yet Lucy seemed unfazed by it.

"Yes," Lucy answered.

Mina nodded at Pierre, who stood and approached the redhead. Her facial expression shifted to one of intense, vulnerable desire a moment before his lips found hers. Her hands moved to his back and she held him close as they kissed deeply. He picked her up and crawled into the bed before laying the redhead on her back. She reached for his cock but Pierre grabbed her wrist and pinned her hand above her head.

"Please," the redhead said softly. "Please...I want you."

Pierre smiled, crawled towards the dark, ornate nightstand next to the bed. He pulled the drawer open and removed two long strips of black silk.

"What are those for?" Lucy asked.

"Restraint," Mina replied before kissing Lucy's neck. "It makes it more exciting for her to cede control to him, to let him take her as he desires, to let him do with her body as he pleases."

Pierre tied the redhead's wrists to the posts of the bed, leaving her arms spread wide. He produced two more strips of black silk and tied her ankles in the same manner, leaving her spread and vulnerable in the bed. He removed her scarf and her panties, leaving her dressed in only the black corset.

"Tom, you may join us," Mina said.

Tom froze in the doorway.

"I felt you coming down the hallway, Tom," Mina added while her attention remained fixed on the bed. "I've allowed you to watch from afar, but now I'd like you to come closer. Join me."

Lucy seemed as though she hadn't heard Mina, as she hadn't bothered to look towards the door, instead remaining focused on the bed and the redhead who was now writhing as Pierre laid next to her and rubbed her clit while kissing her neck, chest, and soft lips.

Tom approached with the intention of standing next to his wife. Mina held out her free hand, though, and he moved to her side opposite his wife. His fingers entwined with hers and a sense of warmth and happiness engulfed him.

"You saw her yesterday, Tom. In my basement. Her husband was present. He was quite vocal in his objections to his wife's desires to surrender to me, to Pierre. Do you remember?" Mina's voice echoed in his head as if he was the only one in the room to hear her.

Previously hidden memories flooded Tom's brain. He saw the redhead on a bed with shiny black sheets. He saw her writhing in that bed. He heard her begging for Pierre to take her. He heard her husband's protestations and agony as he was whipped while in bondage.

"Yes, I remember," he said. "Where's...where's the man who was being punished?"

Mina's lips brushed against Tom's neck and she moaned. He worried that his wife would be enraged, but Lucy was entirely focused on the foreplay unfolding in the bed.

"He was no longer useful to me or his beautiful wife," Mina said. "So he's no longer with us."

Pierre moved between the redhead's legs and Mina led Tom and Lucy towards the bed until they were close enough that they could out and loosens the tied silk strips that kept her legs parted.

"Take me. I'm yours!" the redhead cried out. "Do as you please with me!"

"Look at your wife, Tom," Mina's voice echoed in his head.

He turned and saw the awed expression on his Lucy’s face. He watched her hand move to her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs, though she stopped short of masturbating. She moaned, though, as did the redhead.

"Please...indulge in me," she cried out in the bed.

Mina turned to Lucy, though no words left her lips. Tom's wife slipped a hand into her leggings, though, and a moan escaped her lips as her fingers found her clit.

"Oh my God," Lucy said softly.

Tom looked towards the bed. Pierre had penetrated the redhead. His arms were straight as his torso hovered above hers. He filled her slowly and her legs and arms pulled against the silk bondage, though it seemed to Tom that her struggle was because she wished to touch him, to pull him deeper inside her, to silently express her desire for him by holding him close.

"Please...take me!" the redhead cried out.

Pierre began to thrust in and out of her, his cock moving slowly as he lowered his body on top of hers. The sounds of their kisses filled the bedroom and Tom turned to see his wife masturbating furiously as she watched another woman have sex.

"Does your husband make you feel that way?" Mina asked as Lucy pleasured herself.

"No."

Mina kissed Lucy's neck. "Does Ben make you feel that way?"

"No."

Mina smiled. "I can make you feel that way, Lucy. Give yourself to me and I can make you feel things that no one - man or woman - has ever made you feel. I can make you feel that way over, and over, and over again. I can take you to heights of pleasure you've never known before. You need only give yourself to me like she has."

Lucy watched the cock move in and out of the redhead as her fingers worked her pussy. Tom alternated between watching his wife, Mina, and the couple in the bed. He longed to masturbate, but for some reason his hand wouldn't move between his legs, remaining instead at his side as his wife and the redhead pursued their pleasure.

"Please!" the redhead cried out. "Please, feed on me!"

Pierre arched his back and tilted his head towards the ceiling as he fucked her harder. He let loose an animalistic grunt and then his head snapped forward and rushed towards her neck.

The redhead unleashed a sound unlike any Tom had ever heard. Her toes curled. Her hands pulled against the bondage that kept her in place. Pierre's cock went still inside her and Tom watched his balls and shaft pulse as he injected his seed into her.

The redhead's guttural orgasmic sounds quieted and her body went still. Her toes uncurled and she relaxed. Pierre's head remained buried in the crook of her neck and it sounded to Tom like he was sucking on her flesh as she lay quiet and still beneath him.

The tableau proved so fascinating that Tom couldn't bring himself to look away until Lucy climaxed. He looked over to see her eyes closed, her head tilted backwards, her face contorted in ecstasy, and Mina kissing and licking her neck.

"Only I can make you feel this way," she whispered.

Lucy's hand emerged from her leggings and Mina led them both from the bedroom. The redhead moaned softly behind them, her pleasure seemingly continuing despite her orgasm long since having ended.

They left the room and Mina led them down the hallways and to the front door where the lunch Lucy had brought remained on the floor.

Mina released their hands and smiled at both of them. "Do you remember what you saw in that bedroom?"

Tom opened his mouth to confirm that he remembered every detail. No words followed, though, as his mind was completely blank when he tried to recall what had happened mere minutes earlier. In fact, he couldn't remember being in a bedroom.

"No," he said.

"No," Lucy agreed. "I...should I remember?"

Mina reached up and caressed her cheek. "Do you remember what you felt, dear Lucy?"

Tom watched his wife's eyelids flutter before her lips curled into a smile.

"I felt things I've never felt before," she answered softly. "You made me feel those things."

"Yes, I did," Mina replied before stepping closer, leaning in, and kissing Lucy on the mouth.

Tom's eyes went wide as he watched another woman's tongue enter his wife's mouth, as Lucy moaned, as Mina reached over and took Tom's hand in hers. He felt a sense of joy spread through him and a warm kind of eroticism followed.

"Kiss your husband," Mina whispered. "Show him your desire."

Lucy turned to Tom, smiled, and kissed him with ferocious energy, so much so that it caught him off guard. He recovered quickly, though, matching her desire as Mina stepped back, depriving them of her touch.

"Indulge in your lust for each other," she said. "Here and now. Take her, Tom. Take her up against the door."

Compelled by a force her couldn't comprehend, Tom spun Lucy around and pressed her against the door. She pushed her ass towards him and he hastily lowered her leggings, freed his cock, and took her from behind.

"Fuck me, Tom," she said.

His hand moved up her back and into her hair. He grabbed a fistful and pulled tight. He looked down at her ass and watched her flesh ripple with every thrust.

"Harder," Lucy demanded. "Fuck me harder!"

Tom thought of his dream, of seeing Lucy and his former boss fucking, of how Ben had fucked her from behind with a handful of her hair in his hand, of how he'd spanked her, of how he'd made her cum while taking his pleasure from her.

Tom fucked his wife harder as the imagery of her infidelity danced through his head. He smacked her ass a few times and turned to see that Mina had gone, that she'd left them to their pursuit of pleasure.

"Cum in me!" Lucy screamed.

He leaned forward and kissed her neck where Mina had done so. Lucy moaned louder. He sucked on her skin, doing so far more aggressively than he'd intended. Lucy climaxed as he did so, her body trembling. Tom wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her up and he fucked his wife powerfully until he spilled his load inside her.

The sounds of heavy breathing filled the air after their climaxes. Tom moved to pull out but Lucy reached back to grab his ass and hold him inside her.

"Not yet," she said.

Lucy turned her head and they kissed deeply. A moment later, a cry rang out from the other end of the house. It was a woman's voice, though it sounded like she was in the midst of both agony and ecstasy.

Neither Tom nor Lucy said anything, though. Instead, they kissed again and then he pulled out. His cum spilled into her waiting underwear before she pulled them up along with her leggings. She spun around, leaned against the door, and pulled him close for a long, slow, soft kiss.

"That was exceptional," she said. "You should fuck me like that more often."

"I will," he replied.

"Let's have lunch."

Tom grabbed the cooler and she grabbed the bag. Another cry rang out.

"You know, there's a smaller house out back that's actually pretty nice. It's filled with Halloween decorations so it's kind of creepy, but it's still nice," Tom said.

"That sounds perfect."

They departed the mansion and headed across the driveway, through the garage, and out back to the former servant's quarters. They cleared away a table and pulled out the sandwiches, salad, and drinks Lucy had brought.

As Tom took the first bite of his sandwich, a thought jumped to mind, though he would have preferred it hadn't. There was nothing to be done about it, though, so the question prompted by the thought left his lips.

"Are you still sleeping with Ben?" he asked.

Lucy looked up from her sandwich. "I have been, yes."

"When was the last time?"

"The day before yesterday. I went to his place. He'd come home for lunch, or, well..."

"You were the lunch."

She blushed. "Yes, I was."

Despite the conversational topic, Tom felt oddly calm. Happy, even. "Were you planning on fucking him again?"

"I honestly don't know. I mean, we were planning on seeing each other tomorrow night, but today was...I mean, the sex between us was incredibly hot and...Mina...I don't...I don't know..."

Tom felt a sense of calm at the mention of Mina's name. He smiled and took a bite of his sandwich, which tasted exceptionally good.

"You should go," he said. "Tomorrow night. You should go. I'll work late. There's actually some indoor work that needs to be done, too, so I can work after dark. I'm sure Mina won't mind."

Lucy smiled. "Are you sure?"

Tom couldn't believe the conversation they were having, and yet the words flowed without reservation. "I'm absolutely certain. You should go. You should enjoy getting fucked."

"He does fuck me so good, Tom. It's...it feels so good. I've never been with a man like him." She looked away. "Today, though...I can't really remember but...there was something about today that made it...that made me feel so much better than good."

Tom smiled. "I know, right?"

She set her sandwich down and sipped her drink. "I feel like...I feel like I want you again, Tom. Would you be willing to fuck me tight now?"

He set his sandwich down and stood to strip. Lucy did the same. Soon enough they were fucking on the floor.

They didn't know it, but they'd already fallen partially under Mina's spell. It wouldn't be long before she'd convince them both to surrender fully to her desires.