Sara's Seduction Pt. 02

Kalid felt her begin to fight to remove his hands from around her throat. He pushed forward with his hips and pushed her flat on the bed. His weight would be impossible to overcome. He loved taking a woman's life by strangulation. He could feel her struggling beneath him; he could even feel her pussy tighten up on his embedded prick, bringing him just that much more pleasure. He slowly stroked his softening cock inside her trembling sheath.

Pamela wouldn't give up—she tried to pull one of his fingers back and break it. She felt it snap when she finally got it pulled back far enough but his hands tightened even more around her neck. She could hear a rushing in her ears and feel her strength ebbing away. She tried to get another finger and break it but felt her strength give out. The sound in her ears subsided as she felt his warm breath down her neck.

"Just let it happen, Pamela, I will be sending your daughters to join you in Hell real soon."

She tried to grip his fingers one more time as the darkness started to come. "Dear God, help my daughters," she thought and the blackness enveloped her.

Kalid kept the pressure on her neck for a minute longer and pulled his cock from her body. Getting up he looked at his little finger on his right hand sticking out at an odd angle. He calmly pulled his finger straight. Wiggling his fingers, he couldn't even feel any discomfort. Next he went to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. He returned to the room and sat on the side of the bed. Slapping the woman on the ass, he said, "Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." Reaching for his socks he thought he saw her finger move. "Nonsense," he thought. She's already meeting her new master Lucifer. He had gotten dressed and surveyed the room again to see if he had forgot anything. This time he definitely saw her finger move and her arm even twitched.

"Well, look who's still with us. Here, let me help you cross over." He picked her limp body up and carried her to the jacuzzi. He slid her body carefully into the tub so he didn't splash water on his clothes. She rolled onto her back and started gasping for air. He placed his hand on her head and pushed it under. When she tried to draw air her body jerked. She drew water deep into her lungs and only struggled a few more seconds before sinking to the bottom.

Pamela found herself looking down on her body, lying at the body of the jacuzzi. "Get up," she tried to yell. But no yelling would undo the death that had been forced on her. Closing her eyes, she started crying for her daughters. When she next opened her eyes she found herself in a brightly lit hall way. It was about forty feet long with a doorway on both ends. One doorway had a bright light illuminating from within. The other was total darkness. She instinctively turned toward the bright light and was almost to the door way when she heard a noise behind her. Before she could turn around she felt hands grabbing her shoulders and turning her toward the dark doorway. Screaming, she saw two black beasts, short, with rippling muscles and jaws with sharp teeth. They each grabbed a hand and started pulling her toward the darkness. She fought with all her strength and was able to stop her movement toward the dark doorway. She kicked at one of the creatures and managed to free her right arm from the beast.

She started pulling the one beast toward the brightly lite doorway again. She had only made it a few steps before she was yanked backwards toward the darkness. She looked and saw that one of the hideous creatures had locked his arms around the one still grasping her left arm. Together they quickly pulled her toward the doorway that she instinctively knew had to be Hell. Fighting as hard as she could she couldn't stop her movement toward the darkness and was now almost there. She could now hear the screams and cries coming from within. As the two beasts pulled her into the doorway she could feel her arm that was already pulled into the darkness begin burning. Screaming, she tried one last time to pull herself free but her body was slowly pulled deeper into the pits of Hell.

"Pamela, give me your hand."

She was now hearing voices in her head. She knew she had lost and would spend eternity in Hell.

"Pamela, give me your hand!"

Turning her head just as she was being pulled into darkness she saw her husband. With out thinking she reached back toward the light and felt her body pulled back into the hallway. She was still being pulled by the two creatures but her husband pulled her toward him with ease.

Her husband said some unintelligible words to the creatures and they released her arm. She immediately wrapped both arms around his neck and held on for dear life. He once again said something to the hellish beasts and growling and snapping they headed back into the dark doorway.

Pamela was now crying and trying to kiss her husband at the same time. "I want to go with you," she said.

"Pamela, it's not that easy. You have been sent to Hell. This is only a temporary reprieve."

She pulled away from her husband and said, "But I want to go with you."

Steve, her only true love, grabbed her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "And I want you here with me also. But the devil has claimed your soul. There's only one way you can come with me. You have to go back and help our daughters escape the devil's demon."

"No, I want to stay here with you!"

"That's the only way for you to come back to me. Honey, our little girls need you. You have to try to help them."

Pamela didn't have to think long before she knew she had to help her daughters.

"You don't have time to think it over, the doorway will only be open for a few seconds."

Pamela saw a door way open to her right side. "Just remember, I will always love you," she said before stepping into the open doorway.

"Honey, please come back to me, help our daughters," he got out just as the door way closed and she was gone.

***

Sara was surprised by her husband at the door when she got home.

"Hey, I'm off to work, but your sister called and she is coming for a visit." Giving her a quick peck on the cheek he hurried off to his car. "See you in the morning."

Sara hardly had time to say "bye" before he pulled out of the driveway. Shaking her head, she couldn't believe how their lives were going after the events that happened just a few months before.

After recovering in the hospital they had tried to pick up the pieces of their marriage. Physically she had recovered but emotionally she hadn't recovered at all. Finding out she wouldn't be able to have children of her own due to the damage her body had received during the attack, she had sunk into a deep depression. She hadn't been intimate with her husband since. She knew it was something she had to get over but had not made much progress so far. She felt no physical attraction toward her husband, but she could find other men attractive. And how could she expect Terry to love her when she didn't like herself.

Financially they were well off now, you could even say they were rich. Fredric's lawyer had shown up just before she got out of the hospital with papers for her to sign. The contract she signed gave her a job taking care of the house and surrounding property, for as long as she was willing. The lawyer had explained that Fredric had told him he could be gone for extended periods of time and to give Sara whatever money she deemed necessary to maintain his property.

With her new six-figure income, they were doing great. That didn't take into account the gold and cash that they had found left by the front door by Monique. She put the gold and cash in safety deposit boxes in local banks.

Terry had found a job at a local investment firm working nights, analyzing foreign markets, or was at least learning the markets. He hadn't been thrilled with his job so far, but he had the opportunity to learn the ropes from some of the best minds in the business.

Terry had tried to help Sara with her depression but had almost given up. Just this morning he asked if she would go to counseling with him. It hadn't gone over well, as he had feared, but he had tried.

He had tried everything he could think of to bring them closer together. Nothing seemed to work; Sara just seemed revolted by his touch. He was so frustrated he didn't know how much longer they could stay under the same roof. They had started sleeping in separate rooms almost immediately after Sara came home from the hospital. They had moved into the main house when Sara had nightmares in the small house they had been attacked in. Money certainty hadn't brought them the happiness they had once shared with each other.

Sara read the note Terry left pertaining to her sister Kassie. She will get into Indianapolis on Amtrak tomorrow, could someone please pick her up? "Just like her," she thought, "simply do things on the spur of the moment." However, she couldn't help but get a little excited about her coming to visit.

Kassie had always been a gifted student, and after graduating high school at fifteen she had gotten a scholarship at one of the best universities in the country. Kassie was fourteen months younger than Sara but had already been taking graduate courses at one of the Ivy league schools. She had just finished defending her PhD dissertation in theoretical physics. So at the young age of twenty-one she already had a doctorate in Physics and a master's degree in electrical engineering.

They hadn't been close when they were younger, sibling rivalry and all, but had become much closer a little over a year ago when Kassie had called out of the blue with problems she needed talk to someone about. Since that time they were best friends, or as tight as you could be living so far apart.

When Kassie was much younger, she had been very plump. She tried to diet, but her mom had always insisted she would grow into her body when it was time. She could remember going to her dad's martial arts class. She found it fascinating enough to want to take classes herself. She was only eleven at the time, but she had been embarrassed about having to get such a large robe to cover herself. Of course, the kids at school make fun of her and called her ugly names as kids often do. It didn't help that she had heterochromia. One brown eye and one a light blue, she hated her eyes even though everyone else said they were unique and beautiful at the same time.

When she hit fifteen years old, she had shot up just like her mother had always promised. She had lost the weight quickly and then had been a bean pole. She didn't have any curves like girls her age until she hit eighteen. Then she blossomed into a very beautiful young woman. She now stood five foot seven and weighed around one hundred and twenty pounds. She had hair down to the middle of her back when the incident with Jake happened. After that she cut her hair to shoulder length just for a change. She could barely fill out a B cup bra which gave her little confidence in her appearance. She didn't play sports or workout, so she didn't have the great legs like her sister. And every time she got a little sun you could just make out the smattering of freckles on her nose. And her small ass wasn't what men wanted, she thought. What Kassie didn't realize was on the few times she smiled people were awe struck with her beauty.

Kassie had her first real boyfriend when she was nineteen. It was something that she hadn't even thought about having, when Jake out of the blue had asked her out. She had no confidence in herself and at first thought Jake was just feeling sorry for her. She had no dating experience and wasn't ready for a horn dog like Jake. She knew his reputation but was easily seduced by his blue eyes and charm. He took her virginity on only their third date. He got what he wanted and went looking for a beer. She had laid in bed and wondered what all the fuss with sex was about. He didn't spend any time getting her aroused and had only been inside her for a couple of minutes. The only good thing was it hadn't hurt, but when a man's penis wasn't any bigger than a hot dog, why would it?

Him taking her virginity wasn't what made her mad though. What she couldn't understand was why she went out with him again. After their fourth time in bed, she'd had enough. It was like he thought they were in a porn movie. He consistently demanded she did what he wanted. Saying things to her that were degrading and repeatedly wanting to come on her face. Then he tried to force anal sex on her. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her clothes. When she came out of his bathroom dressed she looked at him lying naked on his bed. He reached for his bottle of beer and said, "Get out, whore."

She spent much of that night crying, but the next day on campus was even worse. She saw Jake over with his usual group of jock friends looking at something, yelling and giving Jake high fives. She saw her chemistry partner Steve walk by when Jake called him over to show him something on his phone. Steve had only looked a second before walking away. Kassie caught up with Steve before he went in the humanities building.

"Steve, wait up," Kassie pleaded. "What's going on, people are looking at me funny."

"You don't know?" Steve looked at her in disgust. "When you make a sex tape people talk."

"What movie, I didn't make any tape," she almost screamed at him.

Looking at Kassie, he could tell she was completely in the dark as far as what Jake was showing people.

"Look, Jake's showing his buddies what you and he did last night. You're a real screamer is the way he's saying it."

"OH GOD!" she wailed. "I didn't know he was recording it. What can I do, how do I erase it?" In a panic, she thought the only way for this to go away was to kill herself. No! If anyone was going to die, it would be him. "I'm going to get his phone and destroy it."

With that she walked back toward Jake's little group. Still laughing and trying to show the video to anyone who would look. She came up from behind him and when she was close enough she slammed her hand down on the phone, grabbing it before taking off running. She could hear him cursing her as he turned, chasing after her. She hadn't thought through what to do after she had the phone but a plan quickly appeared. The fountain that was in the commons was less than fifty yards away, if she could just get there.

She made it to almost twenty feet from the fountain when he grabbed her by her hair, wrenching her head back painfully. She made one last effort and threw the phone underhand into the fountain.

When Jake saw this he became enraged. Turning her around, he grabbed her by the front of her blouse and balled up his right fist. She was too shocked to try to protect herself. She saw the hay maker coming and closed her eyes.

"It's not cool to hit a lady, dude."

When the blow didn't come Kassie opened her eyes. She saw Steve there with his arm hooked inside Jake's. She felt like fainting, but Jake still had a hold on her blouse inadvertently holding her up.

"I'm gonna kick your ass, Steve!" Jake yelled, looking at Steve with hatred.

"Then that's an ass kicking I'll just have to take," Steve replied.

Jake let go of Kassie's blouse and turned his attention on Steve. Steve wasn't a big man, but he was stoutly built. Looking in Steve's eyes Jake had second thoughts. "This guy is ready for a fight," he thought.

Looking again at Kassie, he yelled, "I will get even with you later, cunt."

Jerking his arm from Steve, he went to the fountain and reached in to grab his phone. He tried to walk away with his pride intact but the crowd that gathered gave him nothing but laughter.

"Thank you so much, Steve. He was really going to let me have it," Kassie said.

"No problem," Steve said, putting his arm around her shoulders and heading to the humanities building again. "But if we don't get going, we are both going to be late for class. But Kassie, just do one thing for me, OK?"

"Sure, anything, Steve," she replied.

"Next time you decide to get your freak on, do it with a decent guy, and always remember: no pictures, no movies, don't write anything down, nothing that can get out in public, OK?"

Kassie had called her sister that night and cried over the phone while telling her the whole story. Sara had talked to her like an adult and gave her sympathy and a shoulder to cry on, so to speak. After that they both became much closer. It had been tough at school for a while but as word got around that Jake had filmed them without her knowledge most everyone sided with her. Weeks later when she was walking back to her dorm, Steve called out to her, and they walked instead to the local coffee shop.

After getting their order, they sat together and just had talked about classes and teachers.

"Steve, I want to thank you again for helping me with Jake that day."

"Kassie, you are really decent and those kinds of things shouldn't happen to good people." He reached over to hold her hand.

"I'm still so embarrassed about what everyone saw," Kassie said softly, looking down at the table. "Do you think you could ever forget what you saw, and maybe we could go out for dinner sometime?"

"I'm sorry, Kassie, I don't think I can do that," he said, shaking his head. Then after a short pause he continued. "What I saw was the most beautiful woman ever, and I don't want to forget."

Now turning red with embarrassment Kassie was tongue-tied. She started to pull her hand away from his until she felt him lightly squeeze her hand. She looked up to see Steve smiling ear to ear.

"But I would be honored to take you out for dinner, anytime, anywhere."

Kassie felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders; she would survive and life would go on. Steve and Kassie went out several times that semester, but they never became intimate. She just wasn't ready after what Jake had done. Steve didn't come back to classes that next semester; he had used up all his college funds and needed to make some money. They had parted the best of friends, and she always hoped that someday she would see him again.

***

The next morning Sara was there waiting on Kassie at the train station. They gave each other a hug and for the first time in several months Sara was happy. On the way home they talked like only women can, never was there any silence. It was like they had so many things to tell each other that the ride back to the house seemed to only take minutes.

"I cannot believe you our Mom to take a vacation. How did you do it?" asked Kassie.

"Believe me, it was quite a struggle," Sara said with a smile. "I practically had to beg."

"Well, it will be good for Mom to get out and relax. And you have been working out, haven't you? You look really great. I guess that brother in law of mine has been working you to hard," Kassie said, laughing.

"Well, not exactly," replied Sara. She really didn't want to get into her problems.

"And look at this car! You and Terry must be doing really well."

"Well, the car comes with the job. Wait until you see the house, though. We have moved into the big house, and we are planing to rent out the smaller house."

"Where's the boss, I thought he lived here now?" Kassie noticed a change in Sara's voice when she next spoke.

"He's moved on and left me." After a short pause, Sara realized what she had said. "I mean he left me responsible, is what I should say."

Kassie could tell Sara wasn't saying everything about the situation. However, when Sara pulled in front of the big house, Kassie was floored by the beautiful home. "Oh my gosh, you live here?"

"Yes, but remember, we are just living here; I maintain and decorate the inside," replied Sara.

Kassie wasn't listening; she was just in awe of the magnificent old mansion. Sara got Kassie's bags out of the car and led her younger sister inside. "Come on, I will take you on a quick tour. Let's start upstairs, and we can get your stuff in your room." As they went upstairs Sara began reciting facts about the house and surrounding property. "The house is set on almost forty acres of land. Woods take up most of the area. This house is a little over eight thousand square feet. It has seven bedrooms and nine baths, a game room, wine cellar, and library along with many other, mostly unused rooms. It's a full-time job to clean let alone try to decorate and remodel."