Dangerous Desires (11 page)

Finishing her coffee, she gazed at the garden shed and pondered on the ivory symbols.

Perhaps the cloth and candles had nothing to do with the power, she mused, walking to the shed.

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Opening the door, she gathered up the symbols and set them out on the patio table. They appeared to be fairly old, she thought, examining the chipped and worn ivory. Wondering whether they were African, she couldn’t make out whether they were supposed to be human figures or animals. One seemed to have a face carved into the ivory, but it was impossible to tell whether the face was part of a human figure or some sort of beast. Leaving the symbols on the table, she went upstairs and dressed in a miniskirt and loose-fitting white blouse.

Annabelle had expected Colin Roberts to be in his fifties but, when he arrived, she was surprised to discover that he was only in his late thirties. He was tall and slim with blond hair, not at all bad looking. Dressed in trousers and a blue shirt, he offered her a warm smile as she invited him into the lounge. Was he lying? she wondered as he sat on the sofa and again explained that the book was a work of fiction.

“Why come here if the book isn’t true?” she asked, sitting in the armchair. “Why bother to see me if the ritual is fictitious?”

“Because you sounded concerned,” he replied. “I didn’t like the idea of my book frightening you so I thought I’d come and put your mind at rest.”

“Frightening me? That’s an understatement. My ex-husband’s car broke down and he lost his job. And it’s all down to the ritual.”

“Coincidence, surely?” he smiled.

“No, no. The girl next door came here after I’d performed the ritual. To test it, I stood on the black cloth and willed her to come here and take her clothes off. Within minutes, she arrived and stripped naked. Are you going to say that was coincidence?”

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“Well, I ... No, I suppose not. But there’s no way ... If it works, then all I can think is that the ivory symbols you mentioned are special in some way. The cloth and candles have no significance at all. May I see the symbols?”

“I’ll get them,” Annabelle sighed, leaving the room.

Taking the symbols from the patio table, Annabelle still reckoned that Colin knew more than he was letting on. Deciding to set the symbols out in the coffee table in front of Colin, Annabelle wondered whether she’d have power over the man. If she could get him to talk while under the influence of the force, she’d discover exactly what he knew about the ritual. Arranging the symbols on the table as Colin looked on, Annabelle sat in the armchair as he picked one up and examined it.

“I can’t work out what they’re supposed to be,” she said.

“Well,” he murmured. “It’s pretty obvious what this one is.”

“Is it?” she asked, her dark eyes frowning.

“This one is a phallic symbol. In other words, it’s a penis.”

“A penis? How do you make that out?” she asked, leaving the armchair and settling beside him. “I thought it was a face. Look, there’s the mouth.”

“A face?” he chuckled. “Yes, I see what you mean. But, if you look carefully, you can see that the mouth is in fact the slit in the top of a penis.”

“Oh, yes,” she grinned, realizing that what she’d thought to be the head of a figure was a glans.

“And this one is obviously a ...”

“That’s a face,” Annabelle cut in. “Look, there’s the mouth. You can see the lips and ...”

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“Annabelle, it’s not a mouth. They are lips but not ...”

“Oh, yes. Er ... I see what you mean.”

“Basically, they’re all sex symbols. Penises, vaginas ... This one looks interesting,” he murmured, taking one from the table. “Ah, yes. You see the carved section here? That’s the shaft of a penis and, half way up, it disappears between these two ridges which are vaginal lips. They look pretty old. Where did you get them?”

“A friend lent them to me.”

“Well, all I can say is that the black cloth and candles have nothing to do with this. If there’s something dark and sinister going on, then it has to do with these symbols. Having said that, I would have thought that any experiences you may have had would be connected with sex.

A car breaking down and a man losing his job ... You said that the girl next door came here and stripped off?”

“Yes, she did. Actually, I’ve had several sexual experiences,” Annabelle confessed. “The ritual works, Colin.”

“It’s not the ritual. It’s these symbols. Although my book is fiction, I have read a lot about this sort of thing. From what I’ve learned, I’d say that these are African. I’d also say that they’re a couple of hundred years old.”

“Do you think they’re dangerous? I mean, dabbling with them ...”

“From what you’ve told me, I wouldn’t play around with them. Whatever you do or don’t believe, there are powers unknown to us. Leave them alone, Annabelle.”

“Yes, yes I will.”

Clutching a symbol, Annabelle pondered on testing the power one last time. Now that she knew a little more about the symbols, she wondered whether she could use them purely of sexual 91

reasons. Used for having sex with anyone she fancied, she couldn’t see that the power would bring her or her victims any harm. Eyeing the crotch of Colin’s trousers as he gazed at the symbols set out on the coffee table, she willed him to take his penis out and roll his foreskin back. Although she’d vowed never to dabble with the unknown again, she felt that this was different. This wasn’t so much a ritual to summon an unseen power, she reflected as she again willed Colin to take his penis out. This was simply having a little fun with the symbols. After all, sex wasn’t dangerous - was it?

Grinning as Colin leaned back on the sofa and tugged his zip down, Annabelle came to a decision. She’d use the symbols for fun. She’d keep them in the lounge and use them when she fancied having sex with an unsuspecting visitor. Watching Colin hauling his erect penis out of his trousers, she licked her lips as he rolled his foreskin back over the globe of his purple glans.

He was the first of many, she mused, eyeing his sperm slit as he fully retracted his fleshy foreskin.

“The book really is fictitious?” she asked, running her fingertip over the glistening purple head of his solid cock.

“Yes,” he breathed, his penile shaft twitching.

“Are you married?”

“Yes.”

“Does your wife suck your cock?”

“Yes, she does.”

“OK, what do you know about this power that I’m using?”

“You should be able to use the power to influence people sexually.”

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“The problem is that they remember what happened afterwards,” Annabelle murmured pensively.

“Not if you instruct them to forget.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“From what I’ve read, you should be able to order people to forget what happened.”

“OK, I’ll test your theory - on you. Do you wank?”

“Only in front of my wife. She likes watching me wank.”

“I’ll have to meet your wife. She sounds like my type of woman. OK, wank for me. Wank your cock and shoot your spunk for me.”

Watching Colin running his hand up and down the solid shaft of his cock, Annabelle realized that she’d never seen a man masturbate before. Did all men wank? she wondered, watching Colin’s purple knob appear and disappear and he yanked his foreskin up and down his rock-hard shaft. Imagining the man masturbating as his wife looked on, Annabelle thought of Brian wanking himself off. Hoping that he’d find another woman to concentrate on, she again wondered whether he’d ever leave her in peace.

The fact that she’d not heard anything from Brian for a few days worried her. All the time she knew what he was doing, what he was up to, she could cope. But when things went quiet, she knew that he was planning his next insane move. Trying to forget about her ex-husband, she watched Colin’s grimacing face as he neared his climax. To her surprise, as he was about to pump out his sperm, he stopped his wanking motions. Holding the root of his solid cock with one hand, he licked his finger and ran it around the rim of his helmet.

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Frowning, Annabelle had no idea what he was doing as his gasps resounded around the room. His glans turning deep purple, his shaft twitching and swelling, he ran his salivated fingertip over the silky-smooth surface of his glans. Massaging his penile globe, his spunk suddenly jetting from his slit, let out rushes of breath as his sperm streamed down the fleshy shaft of his cock. Leaning forward, she pushed his hand aside and sucked his orgasming knob into her wet mouth. She couldn’t resist drinking from his fountainhead. The sight of his engorged knob, his gushing sperm, was too much to resist. Gobbling as his balls drained, she listened to his low moans of sexual pleasure as his white liquid flooded her pretty mouth. Repeatedly swallowing his male cream, she knew that she was hooked on cock sucking.

Sucking the last of his spunk from his throbbing knob, she finally sat upright and licked her sex-glossed lips. Savouring the salty taste of his orgasmic fluid as he zipped his trousers, she told him that he’d recall nothing. If this worked, she’d be in a position to suck spunk out of cocks as and when she wished. There’d be no explaining, no embarrassment. The same would apply to young girls, she reflected. Pussy licking and fingering, anal sucking ... The unsuspecting victims of her sexual whims would recall nothing of the abuse of their young bodies.

“Would you like some coffee?” she asked as Colin looked at her.

“Er ... I ... No, thanks,” he replied, somewhat confusedly. “I’d better be going now.”

“Thanks for coming to see me. I’ve learned quite a lot about the symbols. Of course, I still don’t know what the power is, where it comes from.”

“As I said earlier, leave the symbols alone, Annabelle. You don’t know what it is you’re playing with. It might not be dangerous, there again ... You said that your ex-husband’s car broke down because of the ritual?”

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“That’s right. I will his car to break down, and I reckon that I lost him his job. You may think that cruel of me, but ...”

“Whatever power the symbols are summoning, I reckon that it wants to help you.”

“Help me?”

“For whatever reason, you wanted your ex-husband to lose his job. The power did that for you. But it will want something in return.”

“Such as?”

“Judging by the sexual nature of the symbols and what you told me about the girl next door, it wants sex in return. It wants to enjoy sex through you, Annabelle. It wants to use your body to have sex.”

“But ... That’s not so bad, is it? I get what I want and it gets what it wants.”

“It might seem like a good arrangement, but how far will it go in its quest for sex? How far will you go?”

“If I keep it under control, only demand ...”

“There’s no controlling something like this. Look, I must be going,” he said, leaving the sofa and walking to the door. “Just remember that, whatever the power is, it has control over you.

Don’t delude yourself, Annabelle. The power you’ve tapped into will always be in control.”

“Yes, right ... Well, thanks for coming to see me.”

“I’ll keep in touch,” he said, walking through the hall.

“Yes, do that,” Annabelle murmured as she followed him to the front door. “Thanks again.”

Once he’d gone, she filled the kettle and pondered on his words.
The power you’ve
tapped into will always be in control.
But it was a fair deal, she reflected, spooning coffee into a 95

cup. She’d be rid of Brian, and the power would enjoy sex by using her young body. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy the crude sex, so there was no problem. If there
was
a problem, then she reckoned that all she’d have to do would be to get rid of the ivory symbols.

Smiling as she sat at the table with her cup of coffee, she began to think about her next move where Brian was concerned. One or two nasty shocks would give him something to think about, she mused, imagining the water tank in his attic bursting and leak flooding his house. No car, no job, his house wrecked ... Would that be enough to keep him busy? she wondered.

Deciding to wait until he went into another mental fit before doing anything, she hoped that he’d given up on her.

“Hello,” she said, grabbing the ringing phone.

“Hi,” Annabelle,” Carole replied. “I haven’t heard from you for a while. How are things?”

“Fine. In fact, things are excellent.”

“That’s good. Perhaps you-know-who has given up.”

“I doubt it. Anyway, how are you?”

“We’re all right. We’ve been having a bit of a sort out and I was wondering whether you had any use for that small armchair in the dining room?”

“Yes, it would be ideal for my bedroom.”

“OK, I’ll get Tom to drop it round. About half an hour?”

“Yes, that’s great.”

“I would come over with him but I have so much to do.”

“You’ll both have to come for a meal some time.”

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“I’d like that. OK, I’ll get Tom organized.”

“Great. And, thanks.”

Replacing the receiver, Annabelle tidied the lounge in readiness for her brother-in-law.

Tom was thirty, a fair bit younger than Carole. He enjoyed his work as the local water authority and spent his weekends gardening and having barbeques. Annabelle had always got on very well with Tom, unlike Brian who didn’t get on with anyone. Tom was good fun, liked a few drinks and a laugh, and was always interesting to talk to. Annabelle knew that she’d been jealous of Carole since Tom had come on the scene. Carole always seemed to get things right. She’d met Tom at the tennis club and they’d married after a two-year engagement. They’d bought their house just before prices had rocketed ...

“Oh, well,” Annabelle sighed, sitting at her dressing table and brushing her long black hair. Applying her makeup, she began to feel angry. Had she known what Brian was like ... But she hadn’t known, and could never have guessed. Never in a million years would she have guessed that Brian was cleverly concealing his mental instability from her. The signs had been there, she reflected. His peculiar mannerisms, his wholly inappropriate reaction to certain problems ... But she’d only noticed this a few times and had put it down to the stressful situation he was in at his job.