; ; At first, we dated others, but for the last six weeks I had seen no ; other woman with whom I wanted to 'explore" anything. From our ; conversations when we met, I gathered that Meg was not dating others ; either.
; ; "Hey there, Jack, how's it?" asked Bill Cooper as I passed him on the ; street.
; ; "Doin' great, Bill. How's by you?"
; ; "Uh. Pretty good. Say...Jack...uhm...could you lend me a five?"
; ; "Bill, where's the last twenty-five I've loaned you? I haven't seen ; it."
; ; "Oh. Yeah...gee, that's right. Sorry about that. here it is." And by ; gum he pulled a wad from a pocket that could have choked a horse...or ; a damn' big pony, anyway. He peeled off two tens and a five and handed ; them to me, smiling in an odd sort of way. I could see that he had ; twenties and fifties in the wad as he tried to refold it to get it ; back in his pocket.
; ; "Jeezus, Bill. Where'd you get the money...and why the hell did you ; ask me for another loan?"
; ; "Uh...I ... dunno why I asked you for...habit, I guess. Uhm...the ; money...uh...Jack, that's for bein' a...a guide, I guess you'd call ; it, for a stranger."
; ; "What the...whaddya mean, 'a stranger.?'"
; ; "Well...it's kinda strange....bein guide to this...I dunno what 'it' ; is, Jack, but it's a stranger...that's someone form some place else, ; right?"
; ; "And why are you calling this 'stranger' 'it.'"
; ; "'cause I got no idea what else to call it,...uh, gotta go, gotta go, ; gotta guide, Jack, see you..." and he ran off down the street. I ; notice he ran sort of sloppily, like maybe one of his legs hurt?
; ; Anyway, with the extra, unexpected twenty-five dollars and what I had, ; I took Meg to dinner and we chuckled about Bill and his "stranger."
; ; As we were finishing our coffee, Meg suddenly grimaced and sputtered, ; "My God! Jack, this stuff tastes terrible." That was odd. Meg was a ; coffee freak. Many a time she'd brewed up some special gourmet bean or ; blended coffee for me and we'd enjoyed many a pot of straight coffee, ; too. She had always drunk it black. Cream, milk or sugar spoiled the ; taste...and she liked it strong, too.
; ; "What the he.... Meg, are you all right?"
; ; "I...I have the strangest feeling...oh, I've got to go, Jack. Rush ; call, gotta be there right away!" Without another word, leaving her ; pocketbook behind, she rushed out of the restaurant.
; ; The headwaiter, a friend of mine, came over and asked, "Had a fight, ; Jack? I've never seen Meg act like that."
; ; "No...no, no fight, Otis." His "headwaiter name" was Jacques, but I ; was upset.
; ; I lowered my voice. "Christ, Jacques, I dunno why she took off like ; that. That reminds me of the meeting I had with Bill, you know Bill ; Cooper, he must owe you a packet, too?"
; ; "Yeah...but Jack, he came in today and paid me the seventy bucks he's ; owed me for three years."
; ; "He what? That is very...odd. He told me he was 'guiding" some guy ; around. Is that...or did he say anything to you about where he got ; that wad of money I saw him carrying?"
; ; "No. he said that a stranger was paying him to work for him...that's ; all he said, 'cause he was in and out in a hurry, like he had a hot ; date...or was late for an appointment."
; ; "Same thing with me. I wonder what the hell is going on. That's the ; way Meg just acted, too, like she had an appointment she'd ; forgotten. Geez. I'm gonna take her pocketbook back to the apartment, ; I guess. I hope she shows up sometime tonight. I don't have a clue ; where to look for her."
; ; "Good luck. Look, I'm gonna hold your check. Pay me tomorrow or next ; day. Go on, now, I'll take care of it."
; ; I smiled and tore out of there, suddenly convinced - for no reason ; that I could later figure out - that I would find a thoroughly ; confused and frightened Meg at the apartment. By God! I did.
; ; Meg took a long time to even come to the door ...the chain was up and ; the slide-lock as well...until I made her certain it was me. I could ; see one bloodshot eye as she peered around the door at me.
; ; "Al-All right, Ja...Jack. C-come on on, quick."
; ; "What's happened, love?" I asked softly as I embraced her shaking ; shoulders and hugged her to me. Until that instant I had not really ; noticed that she was not dressed. The warmth of her body and the ; absolute chill of her hands as she held my face to look at me closely ; were startling enough.
; ; "Sweet...," she still hadn't said another word, "...can I get you into ; your robe or something? No wonder you're so cold."
; ; "I..I'm not cold, Jack. I'm just plain scared. I've been ridden, Jack, ; ridden like a ...like I was a mare, Jack. It's scared me. I thought I ; was a...mare."
; ; "What do you...Wait a minute! Did you have to 'guide' something, or ; someone?" I wondered why Bill Cooper came into my mind then.
; ; "Y-yes, Jack. And that's what scares me. I had to go, I had to! If the ; stranger had been under ground, I'd have had to dig down to...whatever ; it is...and let...it...use me for its guide."
; ; "Did it...I mean...were you....?"
; ; "Oh. No! I wasn't assaulted or raped or anything like that, Jack. I ; felt...like I was absolutely nothing, Jack, like I was ; so...so...worthless that I did not count for anything, and I was ; ridden; I was a horse."
; ; "God! That's awful. But what made you undress?"
; ; "I am? Good Lord! I am. I didn't even know it. Where's my skirt 'n' ; blouse, my things? Cmon, maybe I took 'em off in the bedroom....uh..."
; ; Yeah, I didn't like to think what that might mean, either. Meg ; wouldn't lie to me, but if she didn't remember....
; ; Well all her clothing was in the bedroom, folded neatly on a chair, ; or, as she discovered when she looked for her blouse and skirt in the ; closet, hung neatly.
; ; "I don't...remember doing this, Jack. I...I know I wasn't raped, I'm ; neither sore nor wet. I can tell, you know."
; ; "I believe you, sweetheart. I love you! I love you," I said, as I ; hugged her to me again. I had a half erection, but how could I help ; that, now that my big fright was more or less over? She knew it and ; must have taken comfort in this sign of male horniness as a return to ; normality of a sort, for she rubbed against me with her pubes and got ; me harder.
; ; "Jack! D'you feel it? There's...something in this room with us." We ; were still in the bedroom, and I was damned if I could see anything or ; anyone. Meg was right, though, I could feel something.
; ; "Meg. Lie down, I'm going to...mate with you!" I suddenly shouted. I ; pushed Meg against the bed so that her knees buckled and she fell ; across the mattress.
; ; "What the hell, Jack?" she began...then her face distorted into a ; strange smile, almost a grimace, and she moved her body in such a way ; that I was forced to rip my clothing literally from my heated body.
; ; My penis was fully erect and throbbing, brick red and the glans was ; swollen larger than I had ever seen it. I wondered how I was going to ; stick that into Meg when I just as suddenly quit worrying and saw that ; she had flipped herself into a kneeling position with her head down, ; but her chest supported above the mattress on her two front "legs." Is ; that what I saw?
; ; I moved behind her, then climbed onto the bed, my penis waving under ; my hot belly. Without thinking some animal instinct must have taken ; over, for I bent my head from my all-fours position and lapped at her ; already wet and streaming cloaca. I know I had to mount this mare, ; stallion that I was.
; ; With little effort, still not thinking for myself, I placed the glans ; against her and shoved. With grunts from each of us I slid all the way ; in...and was locked there by I knew not what.
; ; "Ja'," muttered the mare - horse talking? went through my mind - "Ja', ; this trap.Wats se'f."
; ; Somewhere in my synapses that warning, barely understood, caused me to ; try to withdraw. I could not for several long moments - maybe five ; seconds - and then I felt something encircle my scrotum close to the ; root of my penis. As it tightened, I was able to withdraw my shrinking ; penis from Meg. She remained kneeling, her head down; as far as I ; could tell her eyes were glazed as though she was...blind?
; ; "Meg? Can you hear me?"
; ; There was no answer. Of a sudden, so quickly that it startled me off ; te bed so that I stood off balance for a second, lost it and tottered ; backward onto a backless bench that sat near the bed, she turned and ; spat at me like a huge cat. She rose to stand before me, her eyes ; glaring, her face contorted with what kind of mania I could not, nor ; cared to, tell.
; ; "You presumed to engage a mare when you are not entitled!," she ; screamed, or so it seemed to me. Meg stabbed a finger at me. She ; stood there, pointing at me and I felt a movement in my crotch. I ; opened my legs wide apart and Meg bent forward and grabbed two handles ; - where they had come from I had no idea - with sufficient force to ; drag me, hurting horribly, to my feet.
; ; "You lose!" the transformed Meg said, almost laughing in my face. With ; that the loop of wire around my scrotum began to heat, very, very ; quickly, and she crossed the handles and pulled her hands away from ; each other, laughing almost hysterically, as though she was unwilling, ; but was being forced to do this thing..
; ; "Now, steer, you will not molest any more mares!" she gritted between ; her teeth. As she said that my crotch exploded in the fiercest pain I ; had yet experienced and my knees buckled...or would have, if I could ; have bent them. There was a cessation of pain as suddenly as it had ; started and I heard something fall to the floor. The rug was soft, so ; there ws only a "plop," muffled by the shag of the carpet.
; ; With that, Meg became herself - the Meg I had known and loved - once ; more.
; ; She was instantly on her knees, looking at something between us on the ; rug.
; ; "Ohmigod, jack, that's your...your...."
; ; "Meg, that's my manhood. You just took it off with that burning wire ; garrotte!"
; ; I looked at her hands. She had nothing in them, nothing at all was on ; the rug save my scrotum, and that was, unnervingly, a rough, mounded ; globe, intact save for scorched marks along one sealed lip..
; ; "I...I...I did that?" she stuttered, tears running down her cheeks.
; ; "No," a voice said, definitely not Meg's. It was a smooth, silky, ; frightening voice, a tenor, "I did."
; ; "Who...are you?"
; ; "I am master of you all."
; ; "You are? What are you then?"
; ; "Very much more powerful than you, eunuch ... slave." I felt a strong, ; powerful pressure on the back of my neck. I knew it could snap my ; neck. I bowed to the ground, on my hands and knees. I knew without ; doubt at that moment and since that we - humans - would serve ; this...thing...forever. ; ;