Succumbing to Menudia Ch. 05

"Well, well, well. Although I've certainly been having a marvelous time, and I know the rest of you would wholeheartedly agree, there remains one pesky little thorn in my side -- one irritatingly coarse celery string that I just can't seem to dislodge from my teeth.

"I am speaking, of course, of the one remaining member of your group who, despite all our efforts of persuasion, still resists. Now, in my younger years, I might have admired his stubbornness, his will power. But I suppose I must be losing my patience for this sort of thing.

"You'd think he would have slipped up, or wavered at some point, but no matter. If the usual means have failed to bring him over, I'm afraid we'll have to resort to more ... drastic measures. Emily, Jen, Julie, Rachel, Vanessa!"

The five contentedly controlled females floated into the courtyard, from various adjoining rooms, and formed a line in front of Menudia.

"I will send the girls he has the biggest crushes on, to make it even more excruciating for him. I believe you are the ones?"

The quintet of offhandedly sexy undergrads smiled dutifully and replied, "Yes, Menudia."

"Perfect! Please bring him to me -- here, inside the castle, directly in front of my throne. Oh -- and completely untaken. You see, I want us to take him ... together."

*****

By this point, he simply didn't know where else to hide.

For the last hour or so, Mason had found himself hunkered down inside a large, empty, burnt-out tree stump. Not exactly the Waldorf Astoria, but it seemed to be the only place within walking distance where he sensed that they couldn't truly spot him.

When he'd tried to make his way toward the general store? Menudians. When he'd tried to head back toward the barn? Menudians.

Ah, well. He'd had a good run though. Evening was coming on again. He was hungry, he was sore, he could hardly keep his eyes open. Perhaps, against all logic, he held out hope that those clusters of taken souls might scurry away in the night, giving him the chance to finally break out of the village for good?

Yet just as that thin sliver of belief struck him, he noticed five familiar figures gliding down from the tree tops and making a direct beeline toward what he had erroneously assumed was an effective hiding place.

Although he could see that they were all wearing new outfits by now -- outfits that differed from the ones they'd worn to the picnic -- these outfits were still generally in character with the girls' usual, pre-Menudian wardrobe, and were also outfits that, to both his chagrin and delight, each of them looked distractingly hot in.

Jen was still dressed in the soft, white, oversized "Menudian Girl" t-shirt and jean shorts she'd just worn during Haley's massage, her dark brown hair freed from its ponytail and floating against her cheeks and ears. Although she was certainly the shortest of the girls, her choice of t-shirt size had presumably been a deliberate, stylistic one (given the variety of size options that were surely available in Menudia's castle), Jen seemingly enjoying the sensation of the cozy cotton sleeves fluttering against her elbows as a contrast to the denim shorts sturdily hugging her hips and crotch.

Emily, likewise having just returned from Haley's massage, was still sporting her preppie-tastic blue short-sleeve polo shirt and matching denim mini-skirt combo, the gold clip parting her blonde hair on the right side adding a deceptively innocent, girl-next-door flavor to her appearance.

Similarly, Julie was wearing the outfit she'd debuted during Curt's recent massage: untucked button-up dress shirt sporting vertical white and navy blue stripes, matched with blue jeans, her light brown hair trailing down her back in a swaying ponytail, a few stray locks tickling her glasses.

Rachel had apparently taken the opportunity after her expert ensnaring of Ellis to change into a light green square neck mini sundress -- not too dissimilar from the dress Julie had been wearing when she'd been taken -- paired with a cropped white short-sleeve knit sweater, her reddish-brown hair pinned back behind her ears in a bun.

And Vanessa was still rocking that white crop top/short black leather skirt combo that Curt had clearly enjoyed emptying himself into, her usually straight black hair exhibiting faint traces of the electric shock it had undergone.

They had come to take Mason. And this time, they weren't messing around.

Emily and Jen jointly swooped inside the stump, clutched him by one arm each, and lifted him into the air. He jerked, he kicked, he wrestled ... all to no avail.

"There you are, Mason," Jen stated with a tone reminiscent of a cat owner having finally spotted her fluffy feline.

"Wait, I'm ... I'm ... you've got the wrong Mason!"

"Nice try, darling," Vanessa replied. "You're coming with us."

"I'm his twin brother, he went that-a-way! Put me down! Put me down! Get the fuck off me!!"

"Orders from Menudia," Rachel added gleefully.

He squirmed and twisted with every inch of his wiry Mediterranean frame, but it was proving to be futile. Menudia had somehow provided the girls with an almost supernatural level of strength.

"Keep trying to resist," Julie taunted. "It's cute."

After affectionately rubbing the front of his beige sweater, she wrapped her arms around his left leg, Rachel taking his right leg shortly afterward. Together, the four of them, with a serene Vanessa trailing closely behind, ascended into the atmosphere, having successfully snagged their prey.

Although they hadn't bothered to mention where they were taking him, somehow he knew. He needed to steel himself, defend himself, anticipate and counter every move the demon would make.

But with the forest and the hillsides speeding beneath him, and the sensation of Emily, Jen, Julie, and Rachel's unabashedly available bodies clutching his limbs, he could barely concentrate. His only chance was to dig deep within his own reservoir of determination. He was going to give it everything he had.

As the girls gracefully swooped down between the stone watchtowers, across the courtyard, and under the brass ornament that glittered above the large pair of doors, they brought Mason into the grand hall.

Even if he hadn't deliberately chosen to close his eyes, they would have closed shut on instinct anyway, as he felt the brightest ball of luminosity he'd ever known smacking him in the face. Then, without fanfare, that ball of luminosity began to speak.

"Ah, Mason, we meet at last -- as I knew we would."

His voice was a haggard croak. "You know everything, of course ... you can probably name all 50 states in alphabetical order ..."

"And here's that famous wit of yours. Lightens one's load, does it not? Perhaps you and I already share a common sensibility. Although you might find my sense of humor to be a bit more on the ... sadistic side."

"You know what's really funny? You thinking you can ever ... turn me into one of them ..."

"So confident, aren't we? Girls, do you hear the confidence? Tell me, where does this wellspring of confidence come from? Surely not from your prior relations with women?"

"It comes ... from a book I read ... called How to Resist Menudia ... in Ten Easy Steps."

"Ten? You need ten? I'm honored. I thought someone like you could do it in five."

"Only if you press me ..."

"Tell me, Mason, just so I understand. Why is it so critical, so absolutely paramount, that you resist me?"

"Is this for your thesis? Am I explaining myself to the ... Ph.D. candidate?"

"No, not a thesis, per se, but your insinuation about research isn't quite so far off, as you'll see. You know what I think? I think you need to explain yourself ... to yourself. Why deny yourself the very thing you want?"

"You mean I want to ... play the sniveling victim in a ... clichéd scene from a bad action movie?"

"You know what I think? I think you want to become a Menudian more than you're willing to let on. Isn't that right, girls?"

"Yes, Menudia."

"Do you not find my new minions ... attractive?"

"Aside from the fact that they've been brainwashed and ... are being manipulated against their will? Nothing says 'sexy' like ... destroying someone's autonomy ..."

"Autonomy? Pfft. What is autonomy? You've let your fear override your deeper instincts, I'm afraid. Something we'll take care of soon enough."

"Yes, so 'sexy' ... forcing people to do ... what they don't want to do ..."

"Hmm, when you put it that way. Look, I'd love to sit here and chat all day, but I suspect we'll continue to go around in circles, and frankly, I have better uses for my time. You think you're so clever, averting your eyes, but I have some surprising news for you. There's more than one way to become a Menudian."

"Like what, passing the ... bar exam?"

"Something like that. Jen?"

With the other four girls firmly holding Mason into place, the short brunette playfully unbuckled his black leather belt, unzipped the fly of his khaki slacks, slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers, and methodically tugged his trousers and underwear down around his thighs, exposing his confused, semi-erect penis to the warm castle air.

For a man of Mason's body type, it was pretty nicely sized. Not quite on the level of Curt's penis, perhaps, but ... yeah, they could definitely work with this.

Then, almost pretending as if it were an accident, Jen let the back of her left hand brush ever-so-slightly against the skin of his shaft.

Mason clearly hadn't bargained on having to resist this.

"Hey ... wait ... please ..."

"You know what I think?" Menudia surmised with her air of amusement. "I think 'the queen doth protest too much,' as your little floating friend here might put it."

"What are you -- you think I'm going to succumb if you -- what kind of a sick, twisted creature are you?"

"Oh, I just like to have my fun, that's all. Looks like you're having fun too -- or at least one part of you is."

It wasn't merely Jen's hand. Mason could somehow feel Menudia sucking on his mind, invisibly siphoning his thoughts and melding them with her own, mentally grappling with his attempted resistance, as if his brain were being split in half. He knew it was going to take every solitary ounce of resolve and discipline he possessed inside him if he'd hoped to make it out of there untaken, but even in the face of all these threats, his stubborn intransigence remained.

"You know, there is a genuinely legitimate way for humans to resist me." She paused, as if waiting for him to ask, "What's that?" But realizing that he was probably a bit distracted, she simply resumed her wicked speech. "The one true way that human beings can resist me is if, deep down inside, without any reservations, they harbor no curiosity or interest whatsoever in becoming a Menudian. But ... that wouldn't be you now, would it?"

Mason wasn't sure if that would have been true of anybody, but he refused to admit as much. "The only curiosity I have ... is where you get all your fucked up ideas from ..."

"Oh, that's simple, I got them out of a book called How to Tease a Defiant Virgin in the Most Drawn-Out Manner Possible Using Five of His Most Beautiful Companions. It's a real best-seller."

Then, just as he reached full arousal, Jen coyly let her hand drift away.

"There, she stopped. Happy now?"

"Seriously, what ... what is it you want?"

"The question is, Mason, what is it you want?" she inquired as his stiffness slowly receded.

"Oh, maybe for you to stop ... ruining young people's lives ... erasing their personalities, turning them into your ... little dutiful instruments, etc. etc. ..."

"Now why does that strike me as a ... less than honest answer?"

She nodded to Jen again, who let her fingers dangle alongside Mason's exposed tool a second time. Against all logic, he tried to wrestle free, but the other girls' grip was far too strong to overcome, even for a moment. He thought of dead bugs, raw sewage, moldy cheese -- the least sexy images that he could conjure up, but that soft, silky hand quickly had the desired effect.

"What you'll soon understand, when you're ready of course, is that I hardly 'erase' anything at all. I simply 'release' people, shall we say, from that needless prison of angst, guilt, shame, shyness ..."

Like before, just as the blood inside his cock reached its peak, Jen drew her fingers away.

"Against their will!"

"Pshaw! I let them discover their true will, their inner will, their biological will. But here's where all the fun comes in: I still let my new acquisitions keep their memories. Or most of their memories, at any rate. The ones that pertain to desire, arousal ... I think it's so much more satisfying to watch the lucky ones I take suddenly capitalize on all that repressed mutual attraction. Don't you agree?"

The back of Jen's hand was, at this point, dancing slowly against Mason's tip and then retreating, so that he could never grow fully soft nor fully erect.

"Of course, wiping the memory and personality is one way to go about things. Actually, I have a cousin, Sarcusia -- you've probably never met her -- whose methods tend to move more along those lines. She assigns everyone new names, new identities ... personally, it's never been my style. Keep the nice parts, jettison the other parts -- that's how I like to go about things."

His words came out almost absent-mindedly by this point, between garbled breaths. "Someone'll stop you ... you won't be able to get away with this forever ..."

"That may be, but if someone does manage to stop me one day, that person won't be you, now, will it?"

Menudia gave Jen a new, more commanding sort of look. The lovely brunette in the white oversized t-shirt and jean shorts then swooped down to the floor, where a bottle of lotion had been conveniently located, liberally doused her hands with the material, and returned to Mason's right side.

Menudia nodded to Jen, and Jen, after nodding back knowingly and flashing her Irish-flavored grin, lightly cupped her smooth, delicate fingers around Mason's shaft.

The moment Jen's hand began pleasing him in his most vulnerable spot, Mason knew.

Menudia would win.

Nothing could have prepared him for the stimulation now coming from the wrist of his alluring high school crush. Why Jen, of all the girls? Why did it have to be Jen?

Yes, Menudia would win. And the worst part of all ... was that Mason wanted her to win.

"You know, I usually prefer the less aggressive method but ... the more aggressive method has its charms as well."

He could feel the pleasure preparing to make its way upward and outward.

"Of course, as long as you don't release a single molecule of you-know-what, you can never be taken, so I don't see what the issue is."

"All right ..." he croaked. "All right ... I'll join you ..."

"What was that?" Menudia's lips curled teasingly. "Could you ... speak up a little?"

"You win ...," Mason whispered between breaths, his appetite for sardonic repartee clearly fading. "Just ... get it over with ..."

"Oh? So now you want to join us, huh? What makes you think it's going to be so easy?" After another glance at Jen, the petite brown-haired beauty let Mason's stiffened penis slip out of her hands.

"No ... what the ... I said I'll join you! What more do you want?"

"Well, well, well. This change of heart is certainly a welcome development, but the thing is, I'm not sure you really mean it."

"I ... what else do you want me to say? Just ... take me and get it over with ..."

"Hmm. I don't know. I think I was enjoying it more when you were resisting, with all those snappy comebacks and such. What do you think, girls? Should I let him join us so easily?"

Emily, Jen, Julie, Rachel, and Vanessa sardonically shook their heads "No."

"Maybe I'll just let you go after all. I think you convinced me."

"You ... you sick fuck ... the day you get what's coming to you ... I'll be the first in line ..."

"See, I knew you weren't truly ready to join us yet! All right, let's continue."

Jen promptly resumed her otherworldly hand job. Mason could feel the traitorous strands of long-suppressed elements of his personality switching their allegiance. An external whisper began slipping into his brain:

"Succumb ... succumb ..."

The slightest hint of yellow began forming in his eyes.

He was almost hers.

"You're ready to give yourself over to me?"

"Yes ..."

"To act on every desire, every previously repressed impulse?"

"Yes ..." He'd never wanted anything in the world as badly as he'd wanted Jen's fingers to finally finish the job -- arguably, he'd been waiting for it ever since his junior high school days.

"On second thought, I'm still not sure you're ready." Jen's hand ceased its soft jerking.

"No, stop, just ..."

"I mean, at times I believe you, and at times I don't." Menudia shrugged her shoulders in the manner of a Yiddish comic.

Uggghhh!! He'd accepted his fate already, stopped resisting -- why did she have to leave him in this endless limbo?

There must have been some other way out. Mason discovered that he was now able to open his eyelids a touch, but unfortunately, it didn't cause the image in front of him to become any clearer. For, unlike the girls, he could still only view Menudia as one blinding orb of light -- meaning that he couldn't really view her at all.

"Ah, smart thinking, but I'm afraid that won't work," Menudia explained. "Truth be told, you're actually one of the very, very few non-Menudians to ever be brought into my presence still untaken. I hope you appreciate the honor. But unfortunately, until you become a Menudian, you'll hardly be able to see my quite unforgettable face properly."

Mason attempted to twist his head around so that he could stare into Jen's eyes, or Emily's, or the eyes of any of the other three, but they were positioned too far behind him, and were looking elsewhere regardless. There would only be one way out of this.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes." Jen's fingers resumed their stimulation. "When I believe that you really want to join me, when I'm truly convinced, maybe then I'll let Jen continue. You like what Jen is doing right now, don't you?"

Since the other four girls were clearly all the arms needed in order to keep Mason suspended in place, Vanessa began stroking the back of his beige sweater and playfully squeezing his butt cheeks through his trousers.

He didn't understand how that creature in front of him could split her voice in such a fashion, but the words that sounded from her mouth somehow flawlessly overlapped with the omnipresent whispering that was also surely emanating from her through some unseen channel: "Succumb ... succumb ..."

"Yes ..."

"You want her to continue, don't you?"

"Yes!"

Now she was starting to believe him.

"You want her to finish so that you can finally relax?"

"Yes!"

"You'll let the girls pleasure you in every way possible?"

"Yes!"

"You'll act on all your immediate instincts, without hesitation?"

"Yes!"

Menudia partly wondered if he was mostly just agreeing under duress -- his reason all but having abandoned him -- merely in an effort to make the torture cease, rather than giving proper weight to the matter, but ... she enjoyed hearing him beg and plead to be taken, no matter how deliberately she'd been coercing it all out of him.

Rachel, letting go of his leg and floating almost shoulder-to-shoulder with Mason, began gently inserting her tongue into his right ear.