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That’s something I intend to rectify right away.

I put myself between Madam Jasphet and her golden
needle and The Rose Knight. “Pardon me, but I think it’s high time
we added a little more spice to this party,” I say as I reach over
to rip open the front of Madam Jasphet’s flowing gold Egyptian
gown, exposing her perky little breasts. I rip off Trenton’s tunic
and already-half-off breeches to match. I push the two of them
together, nudging a hand to go here, a finger to go there, a mouth
on this body part, a tongue on that one, until the two of them
become a many-limbed sensual monster. The rest I know they can
figure out on their own.

Satisfied that those two are well on their way to
total connubial bliss, I turn my attentions to my two boys, who are
both rip-raring to plunge their cocks into something—anything at
all.

I decide to take one in the cunt and one up the
ass.

I gently guide Pembroke, my heart’s desire, down
onto the floor. I straddle him, leaning forward so my breasts
dangle over his chest, my erect nipples just missing his chin. I
guide his hands down south until he discovers my clit. He rubs
ground zero rhythmically back and forth between two fingers as I
lower myself down onto his cock.

I ride Pembroke for a moment or two, relishing the
passionate, lovey-dovey expression plastered all over his face
while I give him the high-intensity fuck of his life. Even better,
I watch Lord Verdigris as he stares at our two coupling bodies with
a mixture of envy and arousal. As he drools and his chest heaves
harder and harder, it’s clear he wants to get in on the action.

I beckon for him to come closer, never once stopping
my hot ride on Pembroke’s fabulous Regency cock. As if reading my
mind, Lord Verdigris settles in behind me and begins fingering my
forbidden passage as I ride Pembroke like a bull in heat. My pussy
is wet and slick with juices that are more than adequate to get my
back door lubed up good and plenty—and before I know it, he’s got
one finger in there, then two, then three—then his whole cock.

At last, my wildest dreams have been fulfilled. I’m
getting fucked by two gorgeous, powerful men at the same time. So
what if one of them is a time-traveling kidnapping bastard? I can
still have my fun with him, can’t I?

But all this fun has a purpose. Even as my body is
wracked with growing ecstasy, even as the rising tide of an
incredible orgasm approaches, I still keep my eye on the ball.

I pick up the pace, riding Pembroke even faster as
he squeezes my nipples and breasts hard with both hands. Lord
Verdigris follows my lead, ramming into me from behind so hard he’s
hitting the reverse side of my G-spot. I can see my orgasm
approaching on the horizon now, and focus every atom of my
consciousness on it—because not only do I want that orgasm to hit
my body fast and loose, I want to psychically synchronize it with
the orgasms of the other four people who are all fucking each other
on my orders.

Fucking each other on my orders.
Boy howdy,
does that make me feel powerful.

And I need all the power I can get right now. I
concentrate hard on bringing my orgasm closer, closer, closer. As
if reading my thoughts, Pembroke’s fingers press harder, harder,
harder on my clit, while Lord Verdigris pushes his cock even harder
and deeper into my back door, until it’s practically exploding out
my other side. And Trenton has picked up his pace with Madam
Jasphet, thrusting into her with abandon.

Our collective sexual energy fills the air with
electricity. I can almost feel the sparks burning my skin. I close
my eyes and ride Pembroke harder, and catch a glimpse of the
familiar mahogany door slowly appearing in my mind’s eye.

The time portal.
It
is
here. I was
right!

As we all move closer and closer to orgasm, the
vision of the mahogany door gets stronger and stronger, nearer and
nearer. Finally, just before we all fall over the edge, the door
slowly begins to open. . .

My orgasm rocks my body at the exact moment Pembroke
and Lord Verdigris both explode into me. Our bodies all spasm in
perfect unison, vibrations rolling up and down the length of our
entire bodies in a single interplanetary explosion of bliss. It’s
very nearly an out-of-body experience—but the tiny part of me that
is still on this earth can hear the cries of rapture that confirm
Madam Jasphet and The Rose Knight have reached this new plane of
ultimate pleasure along with us.

I send my psychic vibrations further out into the
spiritual netherworld, willing the time portal to completely open,
willing all our collective consciousness to leave this time and
place and jump far, far forward—namely, 2009 New Jersey.

And it seems we just might get there, too. Because
I’ve completely left my body now, and am floating in the misty gray
world of the time portal, my hand closing in on the polished brass
doorknob into another dimension. One by one, Pembroke, Trenton,
Madam Jasphet and Lord Verdigris all appear in the mists beside me.
I’m about to lead all of them—save my captor Lord Verdigris, of
course—through the now wide-open door when something goes
wrong.

Terribly, terribly wrong.

Before I can even get myself and my comrades across
the threshold and back into the familiar confines of my home state
and century, a strong hand grabs me by the shoulder and yanks me
back.

“Escape you will not, Lady Louisa.” Lord Verdigris’
voices echoes across the netherworld into my head. “Escape you
cannot
. For only
I
control the master portal. And
this is a secret, my lady, that ye shall never discover.”

The gray mists begin to swirl, then to spin, faster
and faster until they become an otherworldly tornado. The magical
winds pick up me and my comrades and spin us around faster and
faster, tossing our bodies around like cordwood, until I’m sick and
dizzy and can’t see or even think.

The only thing my senses can understand as I’m
tossed around like a coin in a change purse is the ear-splitting
sound of Lord Verdigris’ sinister laughter.

Chapter
15

Well, we didn’t make it back to New Jersey.

We haven’t made it anywhere, in fact. Instead of
being spat out of the time vortex onto Bellweather Castle’s dusty
stone roof like I thought we would, we’re trapped in a dark,
airless room somewhere in another dimension.

And once again, Lord Verdigris is our captor.

We can’t see him, of course. He’s trapped the four
of us here together, but has conveniently placed himself where we
can’t see him—or beat him up, like we all want to.

We can hear him, though. Loud and clear.

“Ah, my Lady Louisa, you are indeed a clever one,”
his voice booms at us over an invisible loudspeaker. “Ye used your
unmatched lady-softness to open one of my less powerful time
portals on your own, ‘tis true. But beautiful and sensual as ye
are, ye are still but a mere mortal. Ye are far too young, ignorant
and fragile to unlock the true secrets of traveling across the
centuries,” he taunts. “And now, ye will be punished. Along with
your comrades.”

And now, more of that annoying, villainous laughter.
Much louder this time, too. It echoes back and forth between my
ears until my head becomes like the soundtrack of a
Scooby-Doo
cartoon.

Jaclyn rolls her eyes. “Well, this was a fine mess
you got us into, Lady Louisa.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I thought it would be a lot easier
than it ended up being. I didn’t anticipate getting us all trapped
somewhere in another dimension.”

Jaclyn scoffs. “That’s obvious.”

I throw up my hands and shrug. “Hey, look at the
bright side. At least we all got to have some unbelievable
sex.”

Jaclyn isn’t pleased. “I could have had unbelievable
sex back in the Hall of Harlots,” she hisses. “Now I’m trapped with
you in celibate hell for all eternity. Thanks a lot.”

And Jaclyn is right. We are
all
trapped in
celibate hell for all eternity. Because somehow, when Lord
Verdigris was tossing us all around like marbles in that time
vortex, he had all of us outfitted with chastity belts.

Iron
chastity belts. Iron chastity belts
locked shut with magic locks, no less.

We are so screwed. And not literally, either.
Figuratively.

Goddamn it.

I look to Pembroke for support. I try to reach out
and touch his hand—but of course, I can’t, because I’m not only
wearing a chastity belt, I’m locked inside some kind of magical
force-field that prevents me from touching any of my cellmates.

Lord Verdigris thinks of everything.

I guess that’s why he’s an evil, immortal,
kidnapping, time-traveling bastard, and I’m not.

Shit.

Pembroke tries to grab my hand too, but the damn
force field keeps getting in the way. Every time we try to reach
for each other, we get hit with something that resembles a cross
between an electric shock and those lightning bolts that come out
of Emperor Palpatine’s fingers in
Star Wars.

So it kind of goes without saying that Pembroke and
I won’t be having sex any time in the near future.

“Pray, good friends, restrain yourselves,” Trenton
says. “Your passion for one another is poison in this cursed place.
I only wish my poor dead Beloved were still alive. For she was
strong in the magical arts, and could have reversed the spell.”

Jaclyn rolls her eyes again. “If your poor dead
Beloved was so good at magic, then why’d she end up dead?”

Trenton sighs. “Magic is not infallible, my lady.
Even the immortal have weaknesses that may be exploited.”

I’m astonished at this. “Trenton, was your
girlfriend immortal?”

Trenton’s eyes brim with tears, and he sighs
wistfully. “Indeed she was, my lady.”

Okay, so now I’m puzzled. “If she was immortal, then
why’d she die?”

“Yes, please do explain, Sir Rose Knight,” Pembroke
adds. “I have always been curious about Lord Verdigris’ immortality
especially.”

Trenton wriggles inside his chastity belt and
struggles against his force field for a moment, obviously just as
uncomfortable as the rest of us—if not more so at the thought of
his lost Beloved. Finally, he speaks. “The gift of immortality
comes at a price,” he says. “For it does not mean complete
immortality. ‘Tis only the gift of eternal youth. We immortals may
not age, but alas, we may be murdered. With the right weapon.”

My eyes fly wide. “Wait a minute—
you
are
immortal too?”

Trenton nods. “Aye, my lady. And Lord Verdigris and
I have been immortal enemies for centuries.”

Pembroke frowns. “You’re both immortals, then. And
tell me, good sir—are you both members of the Eastern order of
das vampyr
as well? Nosferatu? Bloodsuckers who fly by
night?”

Trenton laughs. “Oh good my lord, no indeed. There
are other species of immortal besides the dark lords of the Eastern
forests. Not all of us immortals fly by night and feed upon blood.
We stay eternally young through light magic. But like the young, we
may still die by violence, alas, as my Beloved did.”

Jaclyn perks up a bit at this news. “Were you always
immortal, my lord Rose Knight? Or did you become so?”
“I became so when I joined in connubial bliss with my dearly
departed beloved.” His eyes twinkle. “And ladies, I’m afraid that
anyone who joins in connubial bliss with an immortal becomes
immortal themselves, as the light and power of magic infuses both
bodies at the point of ecstasy. So, my ladies, my oath of fealty
and chivalry bounds me to report that both of thee beautiful ladies
are now among the living immortal. Ye shall never grow old, and
never die, unless ye come upon one who knows the secret of magical
violence, as Lord Verdigris does.”

My jaw drops. So does Jaclyn’s. “Wow. I guess I
really am stuck in a chastity belt for all eternity, then. Since
I’ll never die.” And I’ll never grow old, either, which just means
I’ll be a horny thirty-year-old in a chastity belt forever.

Great.

Lord Verdigris must be reading my thoughts from some
unseen vantage point, because I hear more of that cartoonish
laughter. “Alas, Madam Jasphet and Lady Louisa are not worthy of
immortal privileges,” he booms on his unseen loudspeaker. “All the
more reason for ye to be imprisoned in the vortex forever.” He
laughs that ridiculous laugh again, but it’s not quite so sinister
this time. In fact, Lord Verdigris even sounds a little
nervous.

I motion for everyone to gather round closer. “Wait
a minute, you guys,” I whisper, hoping the spying Lord Verdigris
won’t be able to hear me. “Is it me, or do you get the feeling that
Lord Verdigris didn’t know that Jaclyn and I are immortal now?”

Everybody nods. But I’m still at a loss. “But
Trenton, if what you said about having sex with the immortal is
true, wouldn’t the entire Hall of Harlots be immortal too, since
we’ve all slept with Lord Verdigris?”

Trenton shakes his head. “Alas, no. For Lord
Verdigris is an immortal of dark magic, not light. He draws his
magic power
from
the ladies he beds, rather than bestowing
that magic upon them. The dark arts, they are selfish,” he says.
“And jealous. For ‘twas jealousy that he used to help vanquish my
Beloved.”

I pull my comrades in even closer, almost to the
point our force fields start throwing sparks. “Look, there’s got to
be some way that the three of us immortals can pool our powers to
get us out of here. But how?”

Pembroke turns to Trenton. “My lord Rose Knight, you
said that even immortals have weaknesses that may be exploited. I
have been Lord Verdigris’ bondservant for many years now, and I
have observed traits in the man over these many years that point to
his weakness. In my day, Napoleon seemed insurmountable, but we
soon learned he had a weakness for women and was easily insulted on
his short stature. Lord Verdigris has a weakness for powerful
women, this we know already, even if he knows how to use his magic
against them.” Pembroke rubs his hands together, excited. “But if
there is anything the man cannot resist, even more than a
beautiful, powerful woman, it is a wager. Like my rakish older
brother Robert, Lord Verdigris is an incorrigible gambler.
Especially when he thinks he cannot lose, which I’m afraid is most
of the time.”