Coercions

Holding Vicky by the hand again, he turned towards Agnes with a provocative expression. Agnes visibly trembled in her solitude in the middle of the room, yet as if under the spell of some unknown, mystical coercions she stepped out of her black high heel. She locked gazes with Gabor and Vicky began to feel something baffling; a potent, peculiar power emanated from her vague, spontaneous submission. Vicky's heart began to hammer to the slow realizations; perceivably Agnes has gained power by her freely offered obedience, far more than if she chose to hide behind some moralistic pride, or dignity for protection.

Also her body was shivering, but a yielding, hardly noticeable smile set in the corner of her lips as she drew in the vital vigour from Gabor's excited glittering eyes. She unbuttoned her blouse, pulled its hem out of the skirt, and she glanced backwards only for a second as she threw the light garment onto the armchair. She unfastened the white, soft, sheer bra at the front and pushed the straps off her smooth shoulders unceremoniously. Her hardened nipples like clean-cut, little circles peaked on shapely breasts. They were swinging slightly as she reached for the hooks and the zip at the back of the skirt. Then she wiggled her rounded bottom out of it. The dove-grey skirt followed the blouse and the bra in the armchair. Agnes hooked her thumbs in the lacy edging of her panties, similar to the bra, also see-through, and with a brisk bending forward she stepped out from the fine garment which would have deserved perhaps more attention. She stood nude now, hips invitingly curving from her slender waist, long thighs, with the exception of a velvety strip of brown curls, locked in a supple V-form by puffy Venus-mounds.

She stood for about a second, looking steadily into his dark eyes, then crossed arms under her breasts. Vicky only noticed at this moment Gabor, with bated breath, stared at the now naked girl, just like she did. On the grip of his hand she could feel that the heat of the makeshift strip-show moved him far more than the cool composure his facial expression tried to pretend. At the same time on the cloudy horizons of her thrilled mind a new discovery began to break through gradually; his unique excitement did not arise only by looking at Agnes' slender figure for he had surely seen her nude many times before, but his arousal could only emerge from her docile obedience. It took some time for Vicky to absorb the realisation; gaining power from obedience...

Gabor's throaty, soft command broke the ardent rhythm of the subtle music: "Kneel down..."

The nude figure like red poppy in a sudden summer shower melted to her knees and took up a position which, for no logical reason, accelerated the pulsation in Vicky's already throbbing veins. Agnes opened her shapely thighs wide, put her hands behind her back and bowed her head.

"You are gorgeous," his voice a husky, dark whisper.

"Remember," he spoke to Vicky, not taking his glimmering gaze off Agnes, "I showed you the Tarnsman picture in the Boris Vallejo album. The girl on it looks just like that..." and Vicky recognized the familiar, restrained craving in his restrained expression. "You'll know slowly what she means to me... look how beautiful she is."

He turned again to the kneeling girl: "Tell me, Aggie, if I ask you here and now to kiss my shoes, would you do it?"

The alluring body slightly trembled, naked breasts quivered vulnerably and her soft voice came after only a few silent seconds: "... Yes..." she replied.

Gabor's grip became stronger on Vicky's hand: "Tell me, how wet you are now...?"

The nude girl looked up at him for the first time, eyes blazing in the flickering candlelight: "Gabor, don't torture me, please! You know more than anyone how wet I am..."

As if a fine string of emotion burst in him, Gabor fell on his knees in front of Agnes, cuddled her up and all his controlled passion erupted into a fervent kiss. Vicky witnessed as the naked body loosened and melted into him helplessly, while from under closed lids a few pearls of teardrop escaped shamelessly.

Unfamiliar craving, jealousy and a jumble of other inexplicable instinctive impulses numbed Vicky. Her heart thudded heavily, and an urge to run away engulfed her. But mesmerized, she eyed them with widening pupils as if her feet were nailed to the carpet.

Gabor's embrace slowly loosened, his voice a fuzzy sizzle as he spoke: "No, not torture, in no way I want to hurt you, but to show all that you mean to me..."

He stood up. Agnes, like protective armour took up the previous position, hands behind her back, eyes cast down at the carpet. He stepped to Vicky. It was easy to see she was trembling.

"Aggie thought I tormented her." and he embraced Vicky's body helpless from engulfing emotions, "when you would want to run away from here... my sweet darling... and would cry the misery of your little heart out at home, alone."

"Butcher," whispered Vicky shakily, "...pitiless, cruel executioner!... you see through me like a sheet of glass..."

Gabor tenderly kissed her neck and enjoyed blatantly as the girl's troubled, tensed body began to soften by the intense impulses, nestling to him in enervated surrender. Then he breathed in her ear: "I would love to show you also what you mean to me..."

Vicky closed her eyes. Every cell of hers melted to his body. She had no power left to refuse, to protest; moreover some sort of perverted pleasure started to fidget in her over the fact that she was defeated in her every resolve.

Gabor stepped away from her. The physical contact ended, leaving a void in her and it hurt. She gave up. Her own body betrayed and worked against her. She had to accept that she could be blackmailed, because she loved him, because her body broke away from her mind in the second he touched her, because his touch became a vital necessity, like the rain, or the sunshine. She didn't want and didn't dare to come to know how it would be when he would not be there for her. Realizing suddenly, she would kiss his foot if asked... perhaps even gladly, for he asked her and not someone else...

"I want you to undress now," she heard Gabor, "please..."

Vicky's throat tightened. Gabor stepped to the empty armchair and sat down. In one hand he held the glass while the other rested on the armrest and looked up at her with tense expectation. Agnes, like a well-practiced and cherished roll, with sinuous, catlike moves crawled to Gabor on all four, then huddled herself up by hooking one arm around his left foot and bending her head over his thigh. With wide, empathic eyes she looked up at Vicky.

Panic churned in the pit of Vicky's stomach. She had no courage to look into Gabor's eyes. Though she had just witnessed it, she had no idea how to obtain willpower from it, like Agnes did. Two pairs of gleaming eyes were fixed on her and as they sat so intimately they seemed to be one well-established pair, emanating strong unity; Vicky felt excluded from this relationship. Dejection sized her struggling heart. What could she give to Gabor that Agnes couldn't...? What was she doing here in the first place? What right she had to expect anything from Gabor?

"Vicky, my Victoria," Gabor whispered, his voice warm and caressing, "please come here."

Vicky's feet were moving of their own accord by some incomprehensible, hypnotic coercion. She stepped in front of him.

"Sit here" and he had her on his right thigh. He put down the glass and, combing long fingers into honey-blond tresses, pulled her head over his chest for comfort. A few moments passed like this and then he touched her cheek gently, lifting her chin to face him: "You feel you don't belong here"

Vicky closed her eyes and quietly, plaintively snorted. Again Gabor was reading her cloudy, unsettled thoughts, aware of the slightest tremor of her body and soul like he was reading an enormous placard printed with huge letters on some public display.

He tenderly kissed her slightly parted lips. Vicky hated herself deep down, because with heated intensity she offered her lips involuntarily, because her skin immediately responded to the stimulus, because her senses were instantly saturated with yearnings to the point of bursting.

Gabor only breathed the gentle words: "I love you, Vicky. Don't run away, please. I know exactly how much I'll miss you and your body is talking to me. She's telling me what would wait for you in your solitude. Do you feel it too?" With one arm he hugged her. But his other hand with feather-like touch of two fingers he slowly crossed the girl's throat, then downwards, over her chest towards the décolletage. For a few tantalizing seconds he paused in between her breasts and then a strong palm covered one of the shivering-longing globes. Her movement was again spontaneous; she pushed her shoulder impulsively forward to feel as her oversensitive, aching orb pulsating in his palm, filling it, melting into it.

"You are mine in this moment," Gabor whispered, "you belong to me. I want you and could not let you go. Aggie accepted and approved of you. You are the one who denies herself. You are uncomfortable with your own instincts and emotions. But your body is a traitor, even if you find it embarrassing. You'll feel humiliated as long as you don't want to accept your own impulses, passions, desires"

Gabor's middle finger circled over Vicky's nipple, then gradually, tenderly crawled up and rested over her throat. He was able to play on her body any time like a master musician on his instrument. He knew how sensitive Vicky's throat was. She shivered desirously from the arousing provocative touch. His middle finger slipped further, over her shoulder and then stopped under the strap of her bra.

"I could push down these straps" he drawled and pulled his teasing finger back, but sneaked further, over the dress, down to her bare upper arm, " I know you wouldn't resist to my undressing you. Moreover, deep inside you crave for this to happen, for making me wild again by watching your enticing, naked curves. But I want more of you this time. More than ever before"

Gabor paused for the moment as if he perceived her inner battle through his very skin - the merciless fight of constraining social morals and dignity with the cravings of the flesh - only a few seconds later he continued: "This time it is not enough to allow my loving you. I want you to act upon your true longings, not to protect your mind any longer from your desires. You are beautiful, dare to follow your true lusts and put your trust in me, as you always did no matter what. Please accept that you want me, accept that I desire you, but take me for what I am without misunderstandings and the feeling of guilt"

The tender touch on her thigh caused Vicky to quiver again. Looking down she saw Agnes' palm rested on it comfortingly. Her Bambi eyes looked up at Vicky's; they were talking to her, perhaps encouraging, perhaps begging, but so much empathy sparkled in them in the lust-arousing dance of the candlelight's that Vicky pride-rooted reserves, all conscious defences melted gradually to nothingness. The squirmy reply-smile came intuitively from her agitated heart and could not resist the urge to caress the kneeling girl's face.

"Please, Vicky" Gabor pleaded quietly.

She took a deep breath, standing up slowly, her palms perspiring, yet began to see freedom, absolution and remission of oppressing tautness rather if she too could kneel next to Gabor like Agnes did. Only if her stomach wouldn't feel so tight.... still she stepped to the armchair on which Agnes' clothing laid in disarray. Her hands clumsily found the hook on the back of the turquois outfit and fumbled for a while with the zip which so faithfully moulded the reedy material to her figure. Yet she felt relief and comfort, kicking off the high, wedge-heel sandal and her naked sole sank into the thick carpet. Standing half backwards, she sensed the warm gaze of two pairs of eyes on her spine. Swiftly she pushed down the straps from her shoulders and wriggled out from the dress. Assuming, she would look more open facing them, Vicky turned, but dared to yield only halfway to the temptation. She detected encouragement in Agnes eyes, while Gabor's face was stone-like with a hint of tenseness, staring at her the same way he had watched Agnes minutes earlier. Her determined attempt to unfasten the bra on the back happened to be gauche, so she believed, though quickly in her confusion she pushed down the steadfast straps of the garment from her round shoulders. A bit of a pull and her full breasts were freely swayed out of their cap-cells. The receptive nipples hardened immediately to cherry-pit size, casting tiny, twitchy shadows over her wrinkled areolas in the glimmering candlelight.

Vicky had never been shy. Knowing only too well, she was delicately curved on those parts of her body where men liked it most. Now she needed to collect all her willpower to push her thumbs under the hem of the lacy bikini panties. Her face was burning as she edgily slipped off the tiny garment.

Finally she stood up erect. Her breasts were quivering from the tensed movement, wide, womanly hips and flat tommy was slightly protuberant and emphasised by her peachy skin in the lambent lights. With an involuntary protective movement she covered the trimmed triangle of velvety curls over her pubes. But then, as if one was overcome with shame for thoughtless misconduct, she pulled away the deceptive hand, revealing her final little secret as well. She was unaware how erotically charged her action turned out to be. Pulling slowly out her fingers from honey-blond coils of pubic hair, she only noticed Gabor's shallow breathing stopped for seconds and there was a slight smile of obvious relief in Agnes expression.

The three short steps to Gabor were hasty. She crouched down at his right and cuddled up to his knee, pressing her burning face to his thigh. She closed her eyes and gradually gave herself up to the new, yet familiar flood of thrilling emotions as always when she could touch him intimately. The warmth of his body, his muscles, inhaling his odour was a comforting, calming sensation. But the most astonishing surprise was the feeling of immense security which instantly enveloped Vicky in the second her face touched him. She expected everything, but this erotic calmness saturating her limbs. Like she was arriving home after a long, troublesome trip. Suddenly everything that seemed enigmatic this far disappeared, hidden anxieties, overrated self-consciousness lost importance; as if she was finding herself, her place in this cruel world by crouching at Gabor's feet. She began to realize Agnes' unconditional attachment to Gabor. She inevitably got closer to her in these few, soul-warming seconds.

Gabor combed tender, long fingers in the girls' locks. They looked up at him. There was an apologetic, weary smile on his face. Now he looked his age, 41 that Vicky could never really comprehend. Her inner tautness gradually diminished to the point she could even begin to sense him, and sensed immediately some concern stressing him too. She knew Gabor... at least she knew the reflex signals of his body well. She knew his sensitivity, his refined receptors; they were fine-tuned now to receive two girl slightest vibrations in order to attend them promptly. She became conscious, probably the first time this evening, Gabor was holding in hands reins spun from overheated, fragile female nerves, something he undoubtedly never did before...

"It wasn't exactly I expected from this night," he grinned inwardly and appeared to be tentative for the first time. "I thought you'll leave me... but you both are stronger than me..." He rested relaxed, still tantalizing palms on the girls' shoulders, napes and Vicky would gladly purr with closed eyes like a kitten just fed.

"I'm confused..." he mumbled, "... totally unprepared... You're giving me most men's dream today... but I had no idea emotions could have such strong role in all that..."

"You're tensed," Agnes whispered.

"But of course I am!" he pulled the corner of his mouth, "... concentrating on you, both of you, sensing your slightest quiver... you both are living inside me... I'm sort of ceased to live... only you exist... I cannot unwind ..."

He searched the eyes of the girls: "Vicky, you're desperate to cuddle up to me, 'cause need to regain security for many things happened tonight your sweet little heart became weary of... I can feel your body is tensed to the breaking point...

"Aggie you're longing to satisfy me... 'cause this is how you feel safe and protected... for you this is the only way to prove I really need you... I can feel every little tremor in you..."

Agnes' hand stopped halfway upwards his thigh towards his groin as her eyes widened, gazing at Gabor and then nodded towards Vicky: "Hard to get used to it, sure..." she said with a meaningful smile.

"What?" she asked back.

"To be so transparent"

Gabor's mouth twitched into a sarcastic smile: "But such attention has a bit of a price. While you both are pulsating in me, I'm unable to relax..."

To prove his point he grabbed Agnes hand and pulled her palm to the sneaky bulge of his jeans. Her fingers impulsively, perhaps obediently encircled the material over the swell, feeling some erection, but it was far from full. Her eyes sparkled mischievously: "Perhaps I can" she came to a halt, looking at Vicky, "we can help here..." Vicky was smiling too, but tensed; she could not hide the pestering tautness of her body. Agnes sized her hand and guided it over the lump in the jeans.

To feel, to touch Gabor so intimately it was suddenly too much to Vicky. She knelt up erect, her pupils widened as if she got frightened from the strength of her own rapid inner impulses, body rigid from abrupt tension, unconsciously clutching his knee between her breast with one free hand, but the other one gripped his half-erect member as if it was welded to it. Her frightened, yet scorching gaze made Gabor's head swim visibly; he inhaled sharply while his pelvis jerked spontaneously.

Inevitably Agnes witnessed their intuitive bond, their reactions commanded by irrepressible coercions of urges. From their proceeding reflex-movements she sensed something that was perhaps deeper than love; a physical interdependence, combined basic instincts that trampled on and swept away empty words, ruling their very being and forcing their barred souls to merge. Agnes was signed by the heat of the prompt furnace of sweltering emotions, mingled instincts that erupted from under the conscious and was beyond any control. Being affected by such blatant sexual passion, she too acted impulsively, squeezing Gabor's thigh spontaneously.

He closed his eyes in order to clean his mind. After a few moments he stood up, in control again. He stepped away from the girls and stood in the middle of the room.

"Come here, please," he said hoarsely. The girls came a long way this far, no defiance left in them, and if Gabor's unforseen wishes made them wonder somewhere inside, they still moved together instantly. Whatever stirring, thrilling, tainted, dark-delightful directions he was about to lead them, they accepted it. They didn't want to lead anymore. They didn't want to think, consider, resist or agree, only to flow within their own wanton femininity, within their never explored, abandoned lust; to melt into the purple, vibrating passion that was forced out of their deepest instincts by the sole aura of this only man.

Gabor had them standing back to back about the length of a span. From the side he stared with growing hunger at the naked silhouettes as they vibrated in the wriggling candle lights. With slightly turned heads the girls looked back at him, waiting in carnal tension. He edged one finger on each forehead right at the hairlines and then two tender fingertips started at the same time, slowly, softly, downwards between eyebrows, reaching the ridges of noses and further down, but for a lousy moment they rested over the upper lips. Two pairs of puffy, longing lips parted slightly at once, as if commanded. Vicky felt her mouth dry suddenly and wet her lips. The pink tip of her tongue tinged one inching fingertip with the lightness of a feather. She couldn't see that in this very moment Agnes' lips tried to encircle the other fingertip fervently. She only recognized Agnes body slightly shuddered at the same time as hers for Gabor's hands advanced-teased down to lower lips, chins...