Sybil Writes On Leaves

The Lioness and the Black Widow 4

The Duchess ordered the twins to tie up Chris. Antigone dragged Theresa’s body out of the kitchen. The man in the attic, tied to the cross, sobbed and uttered anguished and unintelligible phrases. The sound of his voice alone expressed his hopeless condition. The blood that covered The Duchess’ naked body was cracked and dried. She said, “Clarence, follow me upstairs. I need a bath.”

I drew her water. I held her hand as she stepped into the tub. I marveled at he way her feet reddened the water and wondered if The Duchess corrupted everything she touched. When the tub was full, she submerged herself; disappearing beneath the pink and white bubbles. The stillness of the water was unsettling, knowing a predator lurked unseen beneath the surface.

Her upper-body emerged from the water like the head of a demonic red serpent. I reached down between her feet and pulled the plug. She laid back in the tub as the water drained, her body coated with pink suds. I replaced the plug, refilled the tub with fresh water, then I rubbed shampoo into her long red hair. With a large soapy sponge, I lathered her neck and back. She stood up in the tub, her body glistening. I worked the soap into her slippery pale flesh; watching the sponge glide over her breasts and stomach, leaving a trail of white foam in its wake.

The heat from the tub, my exhaustion and my extreme state of arousal combined to make me light-headed and disoriented. I feared that I would feint right in front of her. She braced herself with a hand on my shoulder and raised her leg, lifting her foot out of the water. I took her foot in one hand and slowly spread lathers of soap from her toes to her thighs. She turned, I repeated the process with the other leg. I squeezed the sponge between her thighs, back and forth across her pussy, then up and down the crack of her ass. She sat down and submerged herself again.

When she came back up, she sat soaking in the tub, staring at the wall in front of her. She said, “Go get me the scalpel out of the medicine cabinet.” I went to the medicine cabinet, found the scalpel and returned to the tub. She reached her hand out toward me. I laid the scalpel in her palm. She gripped the scalpel in her fist and pressed the blade to the flesh of her left breast. She pulled the blade to right, drawing a red line across her breast. After setting the scalpel on the edge of the tub, she dipped the tip of her finger in the blood that flowed from her wound. Then she reached up to the wall and scrawled the letter D.

When she was done writing, one word stood out in red on the white wall, ‘DECEPTION’. Antigone and the twins burst into the bathroom. Antigone punched me in the jaw, knocking me to the floor. The three women then kicked me in the head, back, legs and arms as I laid curled up in a ball. They then dragged me to the tub and lifted my upper-body up over the edge. The Duchess grabbed onto the back of my head and forced my head under the water. She held me there, my face pressed against her thighs.

Despite the fear and pain, a part of me felt relief and a libidinous thrill. However, that part of me also anticipated being brought up for air, before being submerged again. That didn’t happen. My thrill and enjoyment quickly disappeared, panic entered in its place. I fought and squirmed and struggled. It was all in vain, the women held firm. The last thing I saw was The Duchess’ pink thighs through the water, then everything went black.

I woke up on the floor with someone’s lips pressed against mine, their breath in my lungs. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was the blinding white light on the ceiling. A silhouette entered my vision. It was The Duchess’ sitting on top of me. She threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she rose to her feet and stood over me; steam rose from her red, wet body. Her soaking red hair clung to her skin. She yelled out to Antigone, “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU I COULD DO THAT SHIT! I AM THE BOSS QUEEN BITCH!” She looked down at me, “Lavinia is right. That was a fucking rush! I actually got almost as much of a high resuscitating you, as I did drowning your ass out!” Antigone said, “Kill his ass, bring him back, then kill his ass again!” The twins began laughing uproariously and giving each other high-fives.

The Duchess shook her head, “No, once is enough. I just want to be able to say that I put my mark on Lavinia’s boy.” She then motioned toward the door with her head. Antigone and the twins left, closing the door behind them. The Duchess sat down, straddling my hips. I felt the heat of her naked pussy through my pants. She tore my shirt open, then smiled and tilted her head as she gazed on the letters etched into my chest. She laughed and said, “DAMIJANA? The Gothic Girl carved her name in your chest? You have a fetish for sticking your dick in hornet’s nests don‘t you Clarence? You’re involved with Lavinia and her sister? I better get what I need out of you while I can, because you are probably not going to be around too much longer. How fucking stupid do you have to be?”

I remained silent. The Duchess continued, “I’ll tell you what Clarence. I’ll help you and you’re gonna help me. I’ll help you by teaching you the one thing you need to know to help you navigate the shark infested waters you’ve been drowning in. ‘There is a wall, a white wall. And on it is written DECEPTION’. Never assume you know what’s going on. If you think you know what’s going on, either someone else is playing you, or you’re playing yourself.

“Now, you’re going to go get dressed. Get dressed nice. We have a lot of men’s clothing here, along with jewelry. You know…things that lost their owners, or the owners got lost. Then we’re going out. There is a lady who I want you to meet.”

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