Guilt-Free Fantasies

Last year, Cindy had purchased one of the new Camaros, cherry red. It was something she had wanted since she first saw one as a little girl. She looked good in it, and she knew it. Every time she got in the Camaro she snickered a little to herself, but not because it made her happy, which it did. But rather it always reminded her of an incident that happened about a week after she got it. She was heading to her car having just left the grocery store and as she was crossing the parking lot she saw a woman in a Prius scrape the side of it as she was reversing out of her parking spot. The lady obviously knew she damaged the car, but she continued to back out and just left. Cindy was chasing after her but she could not catch her. The woman was still within shouting distance when Cindy yelled out "You fucking cunt blaster!" Staring momentarily at the Prius as it left, Cindy buckled over laughing at herself. "Cunt blaster?" she chuckled inside, "what the hell?" She decided that she was apparently vulnerable to episodic Turrets, which to this day, she still taps into when necessary.

On her way to Porters to meet Eloise and Robbie, Cindy's could hear that she got a text, though her phone was buried somewhere in her purse. Normally she would have at least glanced at who it was from, but she had stowed it away and unfortunately her purse had a broken latch. It wasn't easy to reach over and dig around. When she thought about it, it really pissed her off because she had only had it a month. When she arrived at Porter's, she retrieved her phone too check her messages.

"Can't make it tonight. Sorry" read the text from Eloise.

Cindy's disappointment wasn't well hidden by her anger. She began to reply when another text came up from Robbie:

"Did you get my text? I can't make it either"

"Either?" thought Cindy. "Are these two bitches ditching me so they can be alone?"

"We're not ditching you, something came up", came a text from both of them.

"What the fuck," Cindy said aloud. "What the fuck?" Cindy couldn't figure out how they seemed to know what she was thinking, and it wasn't the first time. Angry and a little confused, Cindy didn't respond and just decided instead to go home.

On the drive home, a few more texts chimed, and with increasing frequency. By the time she pulled into her driveway the phone was ringing; it was Eloise. Cindy wasn't as angry as before, but really wasn't in the mood to talk to either of the girls. She opened the garage, pulled in, gathered her things, turned off the engine and made for the door. On her way up the stairs she glanced at a long list of text messages:

"Where are you?"

"Call me immediately"

"We've changed our minds. Let's go to Porters."

"PLEASE DON'T GO HOME!"

Cindy froze. Was Jake up to something that her girlfriends were hiding from her? And what would that be and why would her girlfriends try to deceive her. Cindy's insecurities poured in and she thought that maybe Jake was having an affair and that her friends knew about it. The idea was beginning to make Cindy steam. When she reached for the door, she opened it with ferocity and incrimination. But she never could have anticipated or even dreamed what she saw as she entered the kitchen and peered into the great room.

Chap 4

Jake, Cody, Frank and several other men were sitting at the large, opulent table Jake had fetched from the attic. She didn't realize how big it was going to be; it surely took several men to bring it down. It looked to be made of a thick solid walnut and long enough to sit over a dozen people. She pulled herself out of view so as not to be seen. She was reactive and scared. She could count eight men present and sitting at the table. The room was full of mist, scented with a sweet musky odor emanating from the incense burning from a solitary burner in the corner. The chandelier above was not on, yet there was just enough light from the many candles that were around the room.

The men were all dressed in black and each had a simple, mardigras style mask that only covered the upper portion of their faces; certainly not meant to disguise their identities, but enough to present an illusion of anonymity; an illusion that excited her.

"Are we ready?" asked one of the unfamiliar men who was seated at the head of the table. He, unlike the others, was dressed in a dark grey suit, and on him, it exuded power. He rose from his seat, raised his arms and said "Totus orior oriri ortus."

With that, all of the men at the table stood, and lowered their heads. Collectively they chanted what seemed to be a well-practiced ritualized speech.

"colligitur hie hodie fratres nostros honoremus praeteritum. Jamie sponte oblatum est, et ipsa viro. Latine loquendi planeque dicendi finem facimus, hac nocte illa, et suam viam arousal."

They all looked upward and in harmony created a reverberating humming that escalated the atmosphere to a mystic level. The man in the dark grey suit commanded in a forceful voice, "Ut nos perducat ad sacrificium".

Cindy couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had gone unnoticed and wasn't particularly paying attention to the largeness of her own presence as she had forgotten the need to be discreet. The men seemed hyper focused on their ritual anyway. She continued to peek through the door, settling down on the floor, motionless and staring.

The fog that surrounded the house now began make its way into the great room. The candles seeped through the mist, making for an eerie ambience that was rousing Cindy, though she remained frozen in fear and curiosity. The mist continued to pour in and settled among the men at the table, rising to just over the top, which was now barely visible. The response from the men came, "conculcare corpus libidine. depopulandos simul corpus libidine."

Through the mist, a young woman appeared and was escorted to the far end of the table. She was beautiful, innocent. She had bright red hair that fell to her shoulders complimenting the white dress that wrapped her stunning body. The dress came to her knee where the lace trim fell gently against her thighs. She was blindfolded and straight faced; not a single emotion escaped. With one man holding each hand, she was helped up where she stood motionless on the table, the mist engulfing her feet.

Cindy realized that the woman looked much like the character she had drawn the day before on the coffee shop's table. She tried to remain calm.

"instruo suus pro puteulanus caliga", instructed their leader.

As if rehearsed, the young woman turned around, sat down slowly, and lay back. Fully exposed on the table, she moved her arms to above her head and splayed her legs so that each extremity was extending to the corners of her hard, wooden bed.

Cindy's attention had drifted away from the shock of the moment to why and what her husband was apparently involved in. "Who is that?" she thought to herself, both curious and wishful. One of the men with dark skin and statuesque like chiseled face had made his way to one corner and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready?" A nod from her indicated her readiness and a smile came to her as she further stretched her limbs and her hands and feet circled a little as if begging to be restrained. Each man stationed at the four corners of the table made their way to a wall where what Cindy would later best described as "equipment" hung. They each fetched a leather buckle attached to thick chains, which when removed from the wall created a distinct, muffled metallic clink. In unison they carefully wrapped her wrists and ankles and secured them with the leather straps to the table, which upon closer inspection had implements attached for just such an occasion.

The men equally distributed themselves around the woman. In the distance, the sound of a gong being struck filled the room, adding to the already electrifyingly dark ambience which now seemed oddly appropriate. The men stood motionless, obviously struggling to restrain themselves from the delicious feast that lay before them. The mist that filled the room became illuminated with a bright, blue hue. The flickering light from the candles provided good visibility to an otherwise obscured presentation.

From the corner, the crisp and bright sound of a triangle struck the room, and the men responded by removing their shirts, one button at a time, finally removing them. Each had solid, trim frames and larger than typical arms, wrapped with vascular muscles and taught skin. Cindy became aware that she was becoming aroused. In her imagination, she wondered what it would be to be that girl on the table, clearly about to be ravished in the best way ever. Her crotch began to warm when she turned her attention to her husband, who was at one of the sides of the table. Though she was not aware, her mouthed opened and her draw dropped as her eyes moved up and down her husband's body. He looked amazing, different. He too possessed the almost unnatural physique that the others proudly displayed. He was bigger, younger, stronger and stunning. The growing perspiration on his chest revealed his excitement of what was before him. The blueness of the mist cooled the room and seemed to tighten his skin.

Another triangle sounded and each of the men leaned in and got close to the woman. They smothered the surface of her body with light kisses and occasional tastes of her skin. The woman was by now in sexual heaven as most of her exposed body was well treated to soft, sharply stimulating touches which landed on her neck, her inner arms, her toes and her fingers. None was synchronized so each touch swiftly moved the focus of her receptive body from point to point until her entire body was inwardly flailing with lust. Her nipples began to show through the thin material of her dress, as they became firm, almost begging for more attention which was quickly provided by two of the men. They gently touched her breasts, first focusing on the skin above the center, and occasionally slipping down barely brushing her protruding pink tips. The woman would shudder with each visit, which over time became pinches, tugs and gentle twists.

Up to that point, the girl had been gently cooing with delight. Now, she was thrashing almost violently, well secured to the table. She attempted several times to reach out to her captors, hoping to pull one or more in closer to resolve her inner needs for sensual reciprocation. She was on the edge, panting fiercely and began to moan with a delicate feminine whisper.

"Please!" she raised her voice begging to end the full body titillation and tease. But she did not succeed. The triangle again sounded as four men grabbed each ankle and wrist and gently pulled to further expose her. The headmaster walked to the center side of the table and passed his hand over the surface of the linen that covered her chest. The softness of his touch was barely noticeable as his hand moved downward, across her belly and toward her thighs, before it was abruptly removed. The woman was breathing more heavily now and her own perspiration began to show through her dress, highlighting the attention paid previously to her nipples and breasts.

The man in the grey suit moved toward the spot between her legs, and through her dress gently slid his fingers down the surface of her folds.

Her body attempted to buckle but was still met with the restraints that held her firmly to the table. She quickly and obediently lay quietly hoping the man would return his fingers to her pussy. Methodically and gently, the men circled the table, each eventually moving to the table beside her, and one by one paused and then quickly swept her moistening lips with one or more fingers, careful to make sure that her clitoris wasn't touched. The woman was now almost convulsing with each touch, releasing a squeal of pleasure and anticipation with each touch. Her body was immersed in lustful energy and she could feel warmth forming just below her neckline. Her nipples, now maximally aroused responded in the only way they knew how, surfacing dots of milk that made her feel alive and young.

From her position in the doorway, Cindy could see in the corner of the room a reddish light slowly growing brighter. The men didn't seemed to notice it while they continued to delicately ravish the woman on the table. Short breaths and shrills of ecstasy were still escaping the bound subject as the red light expanded to eventually reveal an abnormally tall figure, draped in a black satin that was neatly tucked into his well fitted leather pants. The figure's face was not covered but it was obscured by the light and the mist that now seemed to be attracted to him. He moved as if not walking, and carefully found himself near the table when her husband Jake noticed him.

"Lamia!" he shouted and all of the participants retracted from their tasks and turned to focus on the new guest.

"Get her out of here!" the man at the head of the table exclaimed. Within moments, the woman was briskly untied from her confines and quickly escorted out of the room by two of the observers.

The room grew still and darkness filled the room as the redness emanating from the visitor seemed to swallow the light around him.

Cindy was now trembling and with one hand, began to reach for her keys for the purpose of making a hasty retreat. Now paralyzed with fear, she was unable to chart a course to her car without being noticed.

"Modric."

"Well hello gentleman. Did you miss me?" said the figure.

"Modric, why are you here?"

"I heard you had a treat for me. Bring her back again so I can try a little taste. She looks sweet as candy".

Two of the men huddled together and whispered to each other until one propped his head up and called "Bring her in." The others looked at each other a little confused and then in short time, their individual concerns vanished from their faces as the woman was returned to the room.

"Place her on the table again and secure her down." Modric commanded.

Almost sheepishly, the man who escorted her back, secured her ankles and wrists to the table again. The woman was obviously frightened, tears beginning to escape the corners of her eyes, all the while she did not protest. Her fears were obvious by the trembling of her lips which Modric appreciatively recognized.

"Oh, sweetheart. You are so lovely," his voice quieted the closer he got to her. Instinctively the other men pulled back from the table and gathered in the corner of the room.

Modric reached for her hand and the woman retracted as much as she could, given her bounded state. She was now almost whimpering but trying to maintain her composure so as not to signal the fear that had overwhelmed her. He held her fingers in one hand, softly caressing them, and a smile grew on his face.

"She is beautiful my friends. I thank you for this gift."

"No!" shouted one of the men as he attempted to leap toward Modric but was instantly contained by the group.

Modric turned to the misbehaving "You need to learn to respect your elders Johan." "Do you see how polite they are? You could learn something from them. Death or sacrifice, what will it be?" he asked rhetorically.

In short time, Modric's presence grew beyond mortal as his frame lengthened and the muscles beneath his well-dressed frame expanded. He lifted his head slowly toward the ceiling now revealing his face.

At this moment, Cindy almost fell back on herself. She recognized him. She didn't know him, but she recognized him. He was a customer at her bank and would come in from time to time. He was the talk around the office because of his uncommon height, but mostly because his banking activities were restricted to depositing large amounts of cash, or visiting his strong box. The latter was more memorable because, against banking policies, he insisted that he be left completely alone in the room, cameras off. For some reason, bank management had allowed this practice exclusively for this individual. It was almost as if he had a convincing power over those that made the decision, though more than likely he had a convincing wallet. Cindy was now sorting through her keys quietly with one hand, while trying to remain still and silent, hoping to find the moment she could make her escape.

With his head to the sky, Modric gently lowered his hands towards each side of the woman's head and in a voice that permeated all senses, echoing in the bones of the audience

"Exsisto meus infinitio"

When he made contact with her, the red light that hovered over him became an oddly bright black aura so strong that it lit the room. The sound of high powered electricity reverberated in the room causing everyone to instinctively cover their ears for protection. Modric shrieked in absolute pain, his hands erupting in flames and his presence virtually shriveled, retreating backwards into the corner where one could hear a whimpering.

"What is this?" Modric demanded.

The men absently consulted each other and returned a blank responses laced with satirical confusion.

"vos mos persolvo huic" Modric chanted firmly in a monotone voice as he vaporized through the wall and into nothingness.

Cindy knew that this was her moment. She, as quietly as she could, hustled back into her Camaro, and started the engine. As she did, she knew that the engine was too loud to be missed.

"Shit," she thought, when Jake opened the garage door and peaked in.

"Hi baby, welcome home," he said, appearing only slightly disheveled given what just happened and that it happened only moments before. Cindy never pulled away, so she simply turned the engine off, exited the car, gathered her purse and responded,

"Hi Jake," but could give nothing more.

"You're back early," he offered.

"Yeah, the girls bailed on me," she retorted and continued to make her way to him as if nothing just happened. She was still terrified.

"Well, the boys are just finishing up. It turns out that Jonah got called in and a few of the others offered to help him, so we decided to end for the night." Jake lied all too easily.

She approached him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, hoping that her trembling flesh was not indicated. She reached to help open the door that Jake was propping open narrowly and entered the room as if expecting to discover something she shouldn't. However, what she witnessed as she entered the great room was only the evidence a handful of guys that probably drank a little too much scotch too quickly, and pretended to enjoy a few cigars.

"Hi Mrs. F", came a voice from the kitchen.

"Who is that?" she whispered to Jake.

"That's Gregor, you know, the trainer from the gym?" he provided.

She didn't. She didn't know a Gregor and she didn't know any trainers at the gym, and she knew Jake didn't either.

"Oh, Hello, and hello boys," she said to a handful of the remaining men. "Sorry to be rude, but I just have to get to bed. " she said and then made her way up the stairs. The others watched, stilled, until they could see and hear her bedroom door close.

Cindy slipped into her room, removed her makeup and readied herself for bed. Her head was spinning from what she just saw. The events, or dreams, or whatever they were from the last few weeks paled in comparison to the cult-like activities that just occurred in her home. She couldn't process all of what was going on. It was time to meet with Eloise.

"Bartlebee's tomorrow @ 9?" she texted.

"Yup," was the immediate response.

Cindy would have to wait until morning but she did hope Eloise had some good advice. So as not to have to talk with Jake, Cindy slipped under the covers and did her best to force herself to sleep.

Chapter X

Cindy awoke early the next morning finding Jake still asleep next to her. She still was not ready to talk to him as she could not assemble the previous evening's events. And, she had hoped at this point that Jake had not figured out that she was watching from the garage.