Flesh & Blood (20 page)

Almost immediately the sense of awe and attachment began to recede. The sexual need did not, however, and she screamed in pleasure as he thrust himself into her.

But afterwards it was much more easy to speak to him without falling apart. ‘I really have to go back to work,’ she said.

‘You took a couple of days off, ill,’ he pointed out to her.

‘I know.’ She had called in sick in his presence, almost trembling with the desire to do his bidding, to make him happy. ‘But my boss will start making trouble for me if I don’t go back.’ Of course there was no chance of hiding her relationship with Mbweni, and it soon spilled out into the open as he smiled encouragement.

‘How interesting,’ he mused. ‘Such a woman could be of interest to me.’

‘I’m not sure how your powers would effect a lesbian.’

He chuckled. ‘I don’t envisage any difficulties, but I’m certain you and my other little pets will do well for me if needed. Invite her over. We shall give her to the dogs for a while and then speak with her.’

‘She’s very strong willed,’ Leah told him.

But he merely shrugged dismissively and said, ‘Humans are never very difficult to sway.’

Mbweni glowered at Leah from the porch, but the glower disappeared as she noted Leah’s state of undress.

‘You never cease to amaze me, MacInnes,’ she said, and reached out to finger one of the taut chains attached to her nipples, tugging it lightly, then glanced down and smiled, fingering the little spiked ball that rested against her clitoris. ‘And who have you been keeping house for, hmmm?’

‘Come in and I’ll show you,’ Leah invited.

‘Why haven’t you been at work these last two days?’ Mbweni demanded.

‘Come in and I’ll show you,’ Leah repeated.

Mbweni looked around warily, and then cautiously accepted the invitation to enter the foreboding house. ‘Very well,’ she said curtly, ‘show me whatever it is you seem so keen to show me.’

Leah closed the front door and led her boss down the stairs and along the narrow corridor to where the girls waited, and when Mbweni saw them Leah was gratified to see even this ice-maiden’s eyes widen and her mouth open in amazement.

‘My, my, my,’ she said, her voice low, her demeanor pensive. ‘What a pretty little litter of kittens.’

‘Kittens with soft tongues,’ Leah said.

Mbweni smirked. ‘And I bet you’ve experienced them all.’ One of the girls caught her hand and licked it before she could draw it back. Another did the same with her other hand, and Mbweni stared down at them, confused and bemused. ‘Friendly little girls,’ she said. ‘They’re very into their slavery, aren’t they?’

‘Oh, are they ever,’ Leah confirmed.

The third girl was licking Mbweni’s boot, gripping her ankle as her tongue slipped wetly across the black leather. She pulled herself up Mbweni’s body, and the tall black woman glowered at her, though clearly intrigued. ‘What kind of game are you all playing?’ she asked, her voice a little husky.

The girl kissed her before Mbweni could draw back, grasping her shoulders as she wormed her tongue into Mbweni’s mouth. Mbweni stiffened, and then pushed her back instinctively. But her eyes seemed to lose focus and she stared around her as if mystified, her breathing growing heavier as the girls closed in.

‘W-wait,’ she panted breathlessly. The girls were sliding their hands over her body, pulling at her clothes, undoing buttons as their lips moved against hers, and against her throat. Her blouse was pulled open, her bra deftly unclipped and eased aside, and Mbweni shuddered as one of the girl’s pressed her lips around her nipple and began to suck. ‘Oooh…’ she gasped, her eyes narrowing dreamily as her legs trembled.

And then sinuous bodies swamped her, their hands removing clothes and underwear and their tongues and lips devouring exposed flesh. Her legs were spread wide and one of the girl’s attached her mouth to her sex, and Mbweni cried out as she came, her back arching violently, her head lolling to the side.

Leah backed away, aroused but fighting it, then turned and hurried from the room, gasping for breath as she felt the heat easing somewhat.

‘Well?’ Morales looked up indolently.

‘Mbweni is with the girls,’ she told him.

‘I trust she’s enjoying herself.’ He smirked. ‘We’ll speak to her later, perhaps tomorrow.’

‘Yes, master,’ Leah said meekly.

‘In the meantime, let’s go for a walk.’

‘I love the city at night,’ Morales said, inhaling deeply.

‘Full of freaks and weirdoes,’ Leah grumbled with a frown, her eyes turning warily from side to side as she walked along next to him.

‘Some of my most interesting acquaintances,’ Morales said with a smile, and Leah pulled a face. ‘Yes, well, a thousand years of experience with humans has produced a degree of cynicism, too.’

‘Humans aren’t all crazed beasts,’ Leah argued.

‘I said nothing of crazed,’ he pointed out. ‘Humans want your body, my dear. They want to touch it, and instinctively want to fuck you, with a cock or a dildo it doesn’t much matter. And why not? It’s something that gives them immense pleasure, and only that thin mask of civility holds them back. But make no mistake, my dear, what goes on behind their eyes when you pass before them is more than just an appreciation of your lovely wardrobe.’

‘You chose this dress,’ she said resentfully. It was a slinky spandex mini-dress, barely low enough to cover her bottom and with a deep, plunging neckline which exposed much of her breasts.

‘Oh, and it’s far more revealing than what you wear to nightclubs,’ he said sarcastically.

Leah pouted. ‘That’s different,’ she sulked.

He took her hand in his. ‘Would you like some insight into your fellow man?’ he asked in a slightly patronizing tone.

‘What do you mean?’ she asked warily.

‘What goes on behind those eyes that watch you?’

They passed a group of young men, and Leah didn’t have to look to know their eyes were upon her. ‘I don’t need to know,’ she murmured.

‘You think you already know.’

‘As much as I need to.’ She felt a tingling run up her arm, and lurched briefly to one side. ‘What did you do?’ she asked in alarm.

‘Nothing harmful, nothing permanent,’ he assured her. ‘You will see through my eyes, sense what I sense.’

‘But I…’

Morales turned to look at a man they approached. He was nondescript, perhaps thirty, wearing brown trousers and a blue jacket. He did not appear to be looking at them. Then in an instant she was inside the man’s head, as if floating lightly at the surface of his mind. He was concentrating on the road, waiting for a silver sedan. Then his eyes caught sight of her. She felt his interest jump, felt his eyes focus, run up and down her body, feast on her cleavage, dance away, then flick back. There was an awareness of Morales, and a wariness of being caught staring at ‘his’ woman. The eyes flickered, flitted. ‘What a rack,’ the man thought. ‘Fucking nice body.’ Her breasts were unveiled. She was bent over naked.

They passed him and she felt his head turn, felt his eyes crawl over her hips, then onto her bottom and thighs. Again she was bent over naked, his hands cupping her breasts. Then the vision faded and he looked up the street again, waiting for the sedan.

‘I don’t…’ Leah started, but faltered.

They passed another man, and another, and another. None appeared to take much notice of her on the outside. Yet behind their eyes she felt the bolt of lust within them each time they saw her, felt their eyes moving over her body, heard their appreciative thoughts on her hair, her face, her breasts, her ass, her legs.

I’d like to get my hands on those.

Man, what a piece of ass.

Nice lookin’ bit of cunt.

There’s a bitch needs fuckin’.

Woah! What a cutey!

I wish Stephanie would wear something like that.

Jesus, what a slut!

Niiiiice
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Bits and flashes of fantasies blossomed and faded like soap bubbles in the men they passed. Most of them were obscene and graphic. She saw images of herself on her knees fellating men, on her back with her legs spread, or on all fours being fucked from behind.

‘S-stop this,’ she gasped.

The images swarmed around her as they passed more men. Morales was sifting the surface thoughts of them all, and she was growing dizzy with their explicit words and graphic images.

It didn’t matter who they passed, their age or station. Dignified men in suits, deliverymen in coveralls, lounging teenagers barely into adolescence, strung out heroin addicts, shop assistants, fathers with their families. It didn’t matter. The worst was a group of young busboys lounging for a smoke outside a hotel. Their minds and eyes and thoughts rolled over her, graphic and raw and hungry. It felt as if their minds were hands, clawing at her body and groping her everywhere.

Then it all faded into babble, and disappeared. She slumped weakly against him, shaken.

‘Your fellow man appreciates your beauty,’ he said with a smirk.

‘Bastard,’ she whispered, and jerked her hand away from him. ‘You dressed me like this!’

‘It would make very little difference if you were dressed in jeans and a T-shirt,’ he said. ‘They want you. It’s both instinctive and cultural.’

‘So men are all raving horny bastards.’

‘Hardly raving, but yes to the rest.’

‘But not you, of course,’ she said sarcastically.

‘I am somewhat more in control of myself. One cannot control the emotions of others unless one knows oneself.’

‘You sound like a Chinese fortune cookie.’

‘There is much wisdom in the Orientals.’

‘Anyway, it’s not right to – to control others’ emotions, to play with them.’

‘I decide what’s right or wrong.’

‘You are so arrogant. What gives you the right?’

‘I have cause to be arrogant. And power gives me the right. It places me above mere mortals.’

‘Mere mortals? Listen to yourself. Do you think you’re God?’

He stopped walking suddenly at a bus stop. There were two young women there, and Leah watched as he spoke to one, then the other. Leah could see the girls swaying slightly, could remember the strange sense of falling, of melting as her eyes met his. She couldn’t hear him, but could hear the smooth murmur of his silky voice.

He walked back to her and she saw the two young women staring after him.

‘What was that?’ she asked.

He smiled mysteriously and led her along the street a little way, then stopped and turned and looked back. ‘Samantha,’ he said softly, ‘and Christine. Samantha is the blonde.’

‘What did you do to them?’ she asked warily.

‘They go to Cal Tech,’ he said in an almost dreamy voice. ‘They’re so very young and earnest. And yet within them is desire, desire they are repressing for fear of how others may see them, fear of how each sees the other.’

The two girls looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen. One had shoulder length blonde hair and rimless glasses, and wore a short blue dress beneath a long white sweater. The brunette’s hair was in a ponytail. She wore white drawstring trousers and a multicolored T-shirt beneath a jean jacket.

The two began to whisper as they watched, then the brunette pushed the blonde back against the telephone pole bearing the bus stop sign and kissed her slowly and languorously. The blonde wrapped her arms around her friend and began to run her hands up and down her back. Their kiss became more passionate and the blonde’s hands slid down onto the other girl’s bottom, squeezing and kneading her buttocks through her trousers.

‘I don’t understand,’ Leah said anxiously.

She watched the brunette, Christine, begin to fondle her friend’s breasts through her sweater. The blonde, Samantha, pushed the jacket back over the brunette’s shoulders, then peeled her T-shirt up and off.

‘You’re doing this!’ Leah exclaimed.

‘Not precisely, no,’ he said in a soft voice filled with concentration.

‘Stop it!’

‘I’m not forcing them to do it. I’m merely raising the heat in their loins, in their bodies, in their minds. They want to do this. Each has had fantasies about the other but feared rejection. They simply don’t care at this point who is watching or what happens. Their ardor is too intense for anything else to matter.’

There were several others at the stop, but they were paying no attention at all to the two, and Leah bit her lip as the brunette almost frantically tugged up the other girl’s sweater and dropped it to the ground, then tore at her dress.

‘They’ll be arrested if someone notices,’ Leah protested. She could hear their groans and gasps of pleasure now, and traffic was slowing to a crawl in front of them. Samantha’s hand was down inside Christine’s drawstring trousers, moving animatedly, and Christine was moaning and swaying and rolling her head from side to side. Suddenly the blonde tugged the trousers down completely. The brunette stumbled forward against her, pushing her back across a newspaper-vending box. She tore her dress down and off, then ripped her panties away and flung herself on top of her.

‘Stop it,’ Leah whispered, ‘please!’

‘I’m not a god,’ he said with a smug smile.

‘Doing this doesn’t make you a god,’ she said between clenched teeth.

Both girls were now entirely nude, their hands moving feverishly over each other’s bodies, their lips crushed together as they writhed against the box. Then they slumped and sprawled across the sidewalk.

‘What do you think it makes me?’ he asked incuriously.

The blonde spread her legs and the two ground their bodies together, kissing and licking at each other’s mouths. Samantha twisted her lower body as Christine pushed herself back. Their legs scissored together as Christine leaned forward. Their hands joined and they began to grind their pussies together directly. Their cries of pleasure rose and passion and heat filled their faces.

‘Why can no one see?’

‘They can. They simply do not notice.’

‘How?’

‘A simple talent. I place a dull image in that place, an echo, a scent, a vision, and imbue it with power. Mortal eyes that look upon it see what I have placed there and nothing more.’

‘Like me in the nightclub?’

‘Yes.’