Handmaiden ch-7
I had no idea how long I slept. The first thing I knew was the sensation that someone was removing the single blanket I was using to cover myself. When I fully realized what was being done to me, my eyes popped open and I looked all around me. At first, I thought it was Jamie Steele standing beside my bed, but then I realized that this was no child.
Instead of a child, it was definitely a stunted, garrulous-looking old creature. His head was of normal size for an adult, but it was completely misshapen. His head sat upon a huge, bulging chest. A carapace covered part of his brow and the rest of his face down to his mouth. His nose was a beak-like extension that protruded some three or four inches from his face. His arms and his legs were very short and twisted. All of his body that I could see appeared to be hairless and dangling from the lowest point of his belly was a short, thick cock! In short, he was every inch a monster. I took a solid grip on the blanket and began pulling it away from him.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing?"
"You come with me!"
The bottom of the blanket had worked its way up until it was about waist-high. Suddenly, his gnarled hand took a steely grip on my phallus and he began pulling me out of bed!
"Wha... wha.. what are you doing?"
"You come with me or I pull your cock off!"
Obviously, that was an offer that I could not refuse. So, to ease the strain on my phallus, I rolled out of bed.
"Just who in hell are you?"
"I take you to your manager. Now come. We got long way to go."
"What about my daughter? Won't you at least give me a chance to leave her a note?"
"Tonight you fuck Matron. She tell your daughter what has happened to you. Now, COME!"
So, like a donkey on a leash, I was led down to the main temple entrance and to a very big, black limousine. The rear door opened - seemingly of its own volition - and the little monster led me into the back seat where another individual was sitting.
"This Reymondo! He is your companion and manager and choreographer! Now sit!"
"What in hell do I need a choreographer for?"
"Each night you entertain. You dance. Dance like never dance before. You do Danse Macabre or Danse Reptile. Reymondo see that you get in right position."
"What sort of reward do I get for all this entertaining?"
"You get to serve your master and to be in ecstasy for a very long time. Reymondo explain."
While this weird discussion was taking place, we had been traveling steadily so I had no idea of where we were or where we were going. When the little monster paused, I looked towards the hulk named Reymondo. I guess that he could sense the question I wanted answered for he began at once.
"Our master, the great serpent has contracts with a lot of humans and payments are due or the people will default on their agreements. It is our job to see that they do not default."
"But what has all this to do with dancing?"
"The dancing is our way of taking possession of the payment. Be patient and you will soon understand what you are expected to do. Tonight, we are to call upon an old customer. His contract is overdue and near expiration. We are to collect his payment."
"Well do you mind telling me just who this ugly yokel might be?"
"Sure. I call him Chester. I can't pronounce his real name so I fastened, `Chester' on him. He may not look like much, but he is an efficient general handyman. In time, you'll get used to having him around.
Once these few remarks had been uttered, a deep silence enveloped us all.
After what seemed like a very long drive, the car came to a stop in front of a very palatial mansion. The door opened - again seemingly of its own accord and Reymondo led the way out of the car. It was then that I realized that he, too, was naked! I couldn't help it. I started giggling and then laughing.
Reymondo turned and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Sorry. I just couldn't help it. I felt just like Venus must have felt when she stood for that painting. You know? `Venus Rising?' She had one hand covering her tits and the other held her hair over her crotch. My only difference is that I am not covering my tits - I'm playing with them- and I'm not hiding my cunt - I have two fingers in me as far as they will go! Don't you agree that my position is funny?"
Reymondo did not answer me. Instead he marched straight up to the massive door and, without any hesitation whatsoever, pushed the door open.
"Shouldn't we knock or ring the bell or whatever?"
"That isn't necessary. No one can see us or hear us when we are on one of these missions unless we want them to. Come on!"
He started up a very long, curved flight of stairs that led, ultimately, to a long hallway. There were doors along the whole hall, but Reymondo appeared to know exactly where he was going for he went directly to one door, threw it open and shoved me inside.
I was standing in a very large and an extremely ornate bedroom in the center of which there was a huge bed and, in this bed, an old man was cowering with the blankets pulled up to his chin.
"NOT YET! MY CONTRACT ISN"T DUE!"
Reymondo paid him no attention whatsoever. He merely reached over, grasped my phallus and began stroking it. I was hard almost immediately and my phallus looked like a small flag pole as it pushed out from my belly. I gasped when I realized that I was no longer standing on the floor. I was floating several feet above the floor.
"Pull your knees up to your tits!"
I was so frightened that I was going to fall that I hesitated. Reymondo didn't repeat his order - he merely ordered, "DO IT!" Slowly and very hesitantly, I lifted my knees up until they were pressing against my tits. The pressure of my knees against my tits gave rise to a sudden exciting sensation deep within my belly.
Reymondo came to me and, with just the pressure of one hand, he turned me so that I was on my side and horizontal. He took hold of my protruding phallus and pulled it out from between my legs. By now, the touch of his hand had me as hard as a bar of iron so my phallus jutted forth from between my legs like a horizontal flagpole.
Reymondo left me in this position as he went to get the old man. That old man only offered verbal objections which Reymondo ignored. In minutes, Reymondo had the old man in a position similar to mine only he was facing towards my back. My usual sexual attention was directed to the old man's cock and I saw that it, too, was protruding from between his spindly legs. The old man was whimpering, but he neither released his legs nor did he try and turn over.
Reymondo reached out and took hold of my phallus. "GREAT JEHOSAPHAT!" A feeling of sexual desire shot through my belly and loins. I felt as though I were a knight in a jousting tournament with my lance already poised for the attack! Every muscle in my lower body was tense in an attempt to make my phallus even stiffer.
Reymondo began moving me towards the old man by pulling upon my cock. I was so exquisitely aroused that I could no longer think of my instrument as a, `Phallus'. Now, it was a cock! A big cock! And I wanted to bury it in someone's body and let it gush with jism.
My movement across the intervening distance between me and the old man was accomplished in just a matter of seconds. I felt my cock touch human-flesh and I nearly climaxed, but I didn't! I felt my cock pushing against some form of resistance and then - out of the blue - my cock burst through into -what? I couldn't turn far enough to actually see who or what I was in the act of fucking, but I knew- from the sensations I was feeling - that it was in someone else. I felt a muscle ring open and then snap closed as my cock head slid inside whatever it was guarding. I could no longer hold myself in check and I began shooting jism! I shot and I shot and I shot!
Then I was startled by a totally unexpected sensation for I felt something touch the lips of my cunt. I was about to be raped and I didn't care! That something was obviously the head of another's cock and it pushed past my cunt lips and into my cunt passage. The old man and I were joined by our sexual apparatus! We were one fucking unit!
I was no longer on the edge of climaxing. Oh, no! I was deep in a pool of climaxes - climaxes that never stopped! Likewise, the old man was trying to blow his jism as deep into me as possible, but, for some reason, his cock seemed to be blocked. I heard him grunting with his effort to come. Only he was apparently unable to complete his orgasm. My attention reverted to my own state and the realization that this man and I were fucking while suspended in air gave a new impetus to my desire. I was nearly delirious with the exquisite pleasure that was coursing through my whole body. Abruptly, I recalled what that little ogre had said about being in ecstasy for very long time. He was correct. I was suspended in a region of splendid orgasms that were seasoned by flashes of sharp pain!
How long the old man and I were held as one, I have no way of knowing nor did I want it to stop. Mentally, my mind was telling me that I was flooding his guts with jism. Physically and emotionally, I didn't give a damn! I gave myself over to the delicious sexual situation and reveled in climaxes.
The old man was continually trying to rid his body of something. Suddenly, he gave a scream of pain and I felt something the size of huge cannon ball burst through and into my cunt! My arousal reached yet a higher level and I knew nothing more.
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"I had begun to think you would never wake up."
I rolled over and found myself staring into the smiling face of Reymondo.
"Where am I?"
"You are in the room assigned to you in the Master's mansion. I brought you here early this morning and put you to bed."
"What was that last night?"
"We collected the old man's payment. Or, rather, you collected it. And, I must say, you did a very nice job of it."
Impulsively, I reached down and ran my hands over my belly. It was smooth and level. I looked up at Reymondo with a question in my eyes.
"You needn't be concerned. I relieved you of your burden last night."
"But.... but...... but... what was I..?"
"Carrying? You had the remainder of the old man's essence in your belly."
With that, he threw a newspaper in my lap.
"Notice the headline!"
The lead article concerned the death of a famous financier during the night.
"You mean.....?"
"Yes. His contract had run out."
"Are you telling me that we ..I caused this man's death?"
"Well yes and no. He did die as a result of your massive fucking, but his death was preordained. Look, Eve. Many, many people enter into contracts with our master and someone - us - is charged with collecting their payments."
"Are you telling me that we go around gathering up people's souls? God, I always thought that was just an evil story used to frighten little children!"
"No, Eve. We don't take a person's soul. In fact, I don't even know just what that is. Look, the procedure works this way. There are people who have extremely high expectations for themselves. They may feel that it is their destiny to be a famous opera singer or a world class athlete or whatever. Often, when life doesn't turn out quite as they wanted it to, these people, in desperation, will ask our master for his assistance. Being a very good businessman, he requires that they sign a gilt-edge contract. Usually, there is some form of initial down payment. That's where we come in. That payment almost always involves a surrendering of certain parts of themselves. We collect those items!"
"But, what do they get in return?"
"Oh, it varies. For some it is a sense of confidence, you know thoughts of, `I can't fail'! For others, it is what they have always felt about themselves - ego pure and simple. For yet others, it is the feeling that, when the bill comes due, they'll be able to talk their way out of paying. They are always wrong! Basically it is human greed! Initially, we collect the personality traits that are holding these individuals back and we replace them with feelings of success. Unfortunately, over time, most of these types of individuals get the idea that they no longer need the master's assistance. Then, certain elements of the master's gifts must be removed.
You and I were modified so that we can act as the master's collectors. Externally, we are exactly the same - hermaphrodites! Internally, we are different. I am a male with a vagina whereas you are a female with a phallus. I am a cunt-man; you are a dick-girl! You have a slight edge over me for you, as a human female, have additional capability in your belly. Where most females carry their babies, you will gather the collectables! In this way you are my shopping cart!
"And just when did this alteration take place?"
"Oh Eve! Surely you didn't think that your tattooing experience was just for the purpose of painting your body. It most certainly wasn't. Your ovaries were removed, your uterus was re-aligned, the opening to your cervix was widened and your vaginal passage was also re-aligned to coincide with your uterus so that now you have a very long channel running up into your belly. This will be done to your daughter, Sarah, but not until she gives birth to her daughter!"
Then he continued, "You and your daughter were selected for this collector role by the master's organization many years ago just as your uncle, his wife and those who run the temple were destined to become recruiters. And, before you ask, yes, your daughter will someday become a collector just as you are now! She may even be your relief!"
"Relief? Just what does that imply?"
"Collectors must, from time to time, be rested. The master has a secret, `storage' unit where spent collectors are sent to recuperate. I have never seen it, but no one speaks unkindly of it!"
"Reymondo, I still don't really understand how all of this was done to me without my knowledge."
"You can ask me that with the memory of copulating with another human while suspended in the air still fresh in your mind! Where are your thoughts? If the master can cause this to happen, he certainly can modify your body - even though you may not have been aware of it!"
"Oh!"
Somehow, that didn't make me feel all that much better.