Double-Crossed (29 page)

Marianne could feel Peter's erection again through his trousers, and she felt her own arousal starting to seep out of her a little. She must have been so wet. The intensity of the stimulation surprised her. Still, there was no way she was going to miss what happened next.

Soon the chanting gave way to the four people standing around the table. One of the smaller of the robed figures—Marianne guessed a woman—moved to a large thing in the corner covered by a black sheet. She wheeled it over to the foot of the tables. The robed creatures whipped the sheet off and revealed a hideous sort of contraption, all machinery, cogs, and wheels except for two enormous shiny metal dildos at the ends of robotic-looking arms. Marianne felt her pussy tighten. The scene's eroticism twisted its way into her, taking her over.

The robed woman climbed onto the machine from behind and started to simulate sex with it. She thrust against it appearing to be in total ecstasy. The other robed people watched her. By now, Marianne knew her sex for sure because as she danced erotically with the machine, her robe fell open at certain times to reveal large, well-shaped breasts.

Soon she finished her dance, joining the others. They appeared to be in pairs of man and woman, and each stood between an arm of the machine and one of the people spread on the table. Then the music hit another crescendo, and the robed people moved into position beside the machine. Each of them tilted the heavy hood from their faces to reveal, as Marianne has suspected, two couples. When each of the men reached out, grabbed the women by their hair, and pulled their faces on to each of the large metal dildos, the women sucked and sucked voluptuously, and their saliva dripping down the cold-looking steel shafts.

Once the women had finished lubing up the shafts—it looked to Marianne as though their lubrication would never be enough—each couple played with the cogs on the arms and bent the massive objects toward the couple on the table. Marianne knew what they were going to do with the woman, but she couldn't tell about the man.

At this moment, Peter leaned down and kissed her, and Marianne felt the hardness between his legs. She tried not to actually moan, but she gave a sort of sigh into his mouth. Feeling self-conscious, she looked behind her and saw that all the voyeurs were nestling into couples, and soon, in their little corner of the room would be a full-blown orgy. Marianne wasn't surprised. She'd never seen anything this sexy in her life.

Soon each robed couple had the dildos in place. They gave one last chant, their faces tilted toward the ceiling, and then they leaned on the back of the dildos and pressed them into the people on the table. The large machines pumped the dildos into the couple. The woman's went into her vagina, and as Marianne saw, the man's went into his ass.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck yeah,” screamed the fucked man as the robed man started to massage the monster in and out of him. The woman moved to his face and opened her robe so that her beautiful breasts were at his face. She leaned over him so that he could suck on her tits as she rubbed them into him, forcing his cock to swell and swell until fit to burst.

The woman didn't scream anything out; she just started moaning as the other woman pumped the huge, nasty-looking machine in and out of her. The man walked over to her face, and pulling back his robe, revealed an enormous erection that he fed to her mouth as the machine fucked her.

Marianne felt faint with desire. The room filled with the noise of the dildos slickly running in and out of their holes and moans of longing from the man and woman. Soon the man's legs stiffened, and his pelvis started to rise. His penis looked like it had been carved out of wood. Stripping back her attire to reveal her naked body, the robed woman climbed onto the table and straddled his face so that everyone could plainly see her vagina, as it pressed hard down into his mouth. Then his dick started to twitch, and with a huge moan, he shot white hot cum up into the air so that it landed on his belly and on the back of the woman.

Just after this, the woman feeding the dildo into the woman laid out on the table, leaned in and licked hard on the clitoris of her victim. The bound woman moaned around the cock in her mouth, and her legs went stiff as well as she started to buck hard against the machine. It kept fucking her and fucking her while she writhed in humiliated ecstasy, Marianne and Peter witness to her dark pleasures.

Peter took Marianne's hand at this point and led her out of the room.

“Seen enough?” he asked.

“Absolutely not!” Marianne grinned back at him.

Peter looked at her with his head slightly cocked to one side. “This is all pretty full-on. No problems? Are you having any trouble with it at all?”

Marianne thought about her honesty and the stand she had adopted in all her interactions with Peter.

“It is full-on, but I'm really enjoying it. If there is a worry in me, it's only how much I am enjoying it. I can't understand why I've never seen it in myself before.”

Peter smiled warmly at her.

“My beautiful, naughty girl. There are conflicting ideas about it, but this I can unconditionally promise you: it is safe. And, while I'm next to you, no harm will come to you. We can play in this world, be safe, and take our time to understand ourselves through it. Would you like to do that with me?”

Marianne felt an overwhelming surge of love flood through her.

“Yes, Peter,” was the most she could muster, but she felt that the entire universe should swell in a chorus behind her for emphasis.

“Then, no more of those shows for tonight. I think you've seen enough. But there is more of the night that I want you to experience.”

Again, he took her hand. Feeling the weight of it on her palm and in her heart, she followed him into the next room.

This room looked like a large sitting room, furnished after a more modern style with a great deal of money behind it. Marianne, who knew a little about interiors, recognized Eames chairs in the corner and a fully restored Philadelphia Chippendale toward the back. There were several objets d'art around the place. The room reminded Marianne of a salon of Parisian fame, but with a modern, extremely sophisticated touch.

The varied forms of dress filled the room with the now familiar collection of people. Marianne had gotten very used to seeing people in BDSM garb and by now relished the approving stares her own outfit received. Marianne and Peter were treated differently in this room. As soon as they entered, people came up, said “hi” to Peter, and then allowed themselves to be introduced to Marianne.

Here, a collection of activities played out in front of them, and they all centered on one woman who sat in the center of a large, luxurious leather lounge suite. She was very tall and very round, but not jolly at all. She was commanding and sophisticated. She had an air of royalty about her.

The men at her feet kissed and licked her shoes, shoes spiked very thin at the toe with tall, pointed heels. Shoes obviously made for her because Marianne had never seen anything like them. They were shoes at the bottom, but filled in at the ankle to become boots, and from there they rode all the way up her thighs. Her thighs were large, round, and white, and the leather of the boots accommodated her perfectly.

On her body, the woman wore a perfectly sculpted leather hot pants suit that molded into her curves. Long hair ran straight down her body like orange rain. Above her breasts, which bulged out of the top of her suit, she wore a glittering jeweled choker. People were talking with her, handing her food, filling her glass with wine, and generally paying as much attention to her as they possibly could.

Marianne tried not to stare openly at her as Peter talked with a man who called himself Mr. Alex, but she found it hard as this was without any doubt the most beautiful woman Marianne had seen in her life. Round, full, voluptuous, elegant…the ultimate female archetype. She looked like the very act of creation itself.

As if reading her mind, Peter leaned in and whispered, “It's Magenta. She's the woman who runs this place, and the most successful, sought-after Madame I've ever encountered. She has houses like this all over the world. She started in Paris, and these days she mostly attends these parties as she has no need to work anymore.” Peter paused for effect while whispering his explanations to her. “She has a remarkable talent for teasing the deepest part of a person's fetish from them, then matching them with their perfect sexual partner. People pay thousands and thousands of dollars for her services.”

“Peter, darling!” Noticing Peter in the room for the first time, Magenta cried out to him, standing as she did and knocking over one of the men at her feet.

Like a goddess descending from the clouds in all her haughty splendor, she walked toward Peter, staring him in the eye as she did. Her mere act of crossing the room had everyone stop in their conversation and turn to look at her.

She walked over to Peter, and towering above him, leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. Her lips still pressed to his face, her eyes traveled in the direction of Marianne. She pulled her head away slightly, moved her lips to Peter's ears, and asked her question in a heavily accented whisper that all could easily hear.

“Who is this that you have brought?”

Peter slightly pulled his head away and turned it toward Marianne.

“Magenta, allow me to introduce to you Marianne Ferguson.”

With eyes glowing like fire, Magenta extended a perfectly manicured hand toward Marianne. She looked directly into Marine's eyes, and it felt almost like she advanced into Marianne's soul. She'd never encountered a woman so sure of herself, so in control of her situation. She mesmerized. A feeling came over Marianne that wasn't lust or love but a kind of adoration, an almost instant sycophantism. Marianne felt strangely drawn to her and immediately worshipful.

Magenta leaned in and said to her, “Don't be fooled, darling. I'm a woman, just like you.” She smiled deeply and warmly, meeting with Marianne where the wells connect. Then she stood tall again and turned, returning to her seat.

Marianne couldn't take her eyes off Magenta. Vortex-like, commanding, the center of the small universe. Everything in the room seemed to be falling into her. The two submissive males fell at her feet again, and she went back to her deep conversation with a very elegant man who, Peter informed Marianne, was a citizen of Dubai who liked to remain anonymous, but who dealt in oil all over the world. Marianne couldn't imagine what the life of a woman like that was like.

This, then, was a completely new world opening up for Marianne. Everything revealed itself around her, and she seemed to be traveling deeper into herself and deeper into life than she'd ever done before. A surge of peace and happiness overcame her. She turned to Peter.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said in earnest. “A woman like that makes me see what's possible, and I'm amazed by the world you've brought to me. I want this, Peter. I want to be with you, and I want this!”

Peter's eyes radiated warmth and desire, dark, hot pools of need. He stared right into her. “I knew you'd understand. I have one more surprise for you. It won't top meeting Magenta, but I think you'll enjoy it.”

As he held her hand again, Marianne felt that each bridged touch took her into a more complicated level of existence than she'd ever been. Every time he held her, he led her into a deeper place and introduced herself to a part of her own interior. This little world, here on this suburban street in the city of Sydney, belonged to a parallel universe. A world like no other, timeless. She felt, for the briefest of moments, immortal, as if something outside of herself were connecting her to a woman she would be in the future. Peter guided her into the back part of the room to a group of people who were standing, drinking elegantly together. This was a stylish existence. Courageous and graceful. Then Marianne stopped in her tracks. She knew one of the people there. She could pick out her right away! It was The Blue Sub!

Peter tugged at her warmly as if he knew what she'd just realized. As they approached the group, the woman in blue turned and spotted Marianne and Peter walking toward them, and she smiled. She turned gently to the man next to her, and he nodded and motioned in Marianne's direction, and she came toward them as they approached. She glanced at Peter, and he smiled, and then she reached out and embraced Marianne.

“I am thrilled to meet you properly, Marianne. Tonight we are playing the game, but I predict that we'll become firm and fine friends. I'm so glad to see you here.” Then she turned to Peter. “Thank you for bringing her.”

Peter smiled at her, and Marianne turned around in amazement. “You know each other?”

The Blue Sub moved in and took Marianne's arm as Peter walked forward and started to talk with the man who had stood next to her.

“Our masters are friends. When you told him so beautifully of our conversations the other day, Peter knew me and hooked us up to attend Magenta's party. Not that I would have missed it for the world anyway! Isn't she divine? Have you met her?”

“Oh, yes! I think I almost fell in love!”

“Did she introduce herself to you?”

“Yes! She stood up and came over to us!”

“Then you'll probably get some time with her at some point. She's a genius. She can liberate a woman in thirty minutes. She's a potent and direct feminist, and she'll give you as much of herself as she thinks you can handle.”

“This feels like a strange, contradictory world,” said Marianne. “One minute I'm in complete submission to a man, and the next, I feel more forceful and strong than I've ever been.”

“That's because Peter prefers you more free than contained. He's like my master. They ache for the freedom of women. They know that it's the key to their own liberation. They don't fear it. What we do here is a game. Eventually you'll see that this is the place to role play all the submissive feelings that have been conditioned into you, and you won't have them control you subconsciously in life. Then Peter will have the mate he desires, and you'll have the best freedom you can hope for in this life. Magenta appeals to you because she has evolved past those conditions. No man will ever dominate her. Not in a game, nor in life. She's untouchable.”