by Diane Taylor
Duncan scooted closer to Carmen. “Bast? The cat goddess? Yasmeen uses her symbol as a brand on her property.” He held up the ruined wreck of Carmen’s hand.
Sean nodded in agreement. “Prince Ahmed’s sister is a deviant and thinks of herself as all powerful. Anything she wants, she merely has to speak and one of her slaves, or the Prince himself goes running to find it.” He grimaced, “Or acquire it by any means possible.”
“Indeed. Let me explain what happened so you will understand what’s going on. I’m not going to be the all mighty and powerful goddess right now.” Isis waved her hand, erasing all the blood from the sheets and conjuring up several chairs. Sitting down, she wriggled until she was comfortable. “Many years ago, the man you know as Prince Ahmed became interested in the ancient Egyptian Pantheon. We believe his aim was to indulge in some of his sick and twisted fantasies and use us to justify his actions. Amongst his gleanings of ancient texts, he found a spell which had been designed to capture and contain one of us.” She made a disgusted sound. “It had been in place just in case one of the mischief makers got into trouble and wouldn’t back down.”
“Let me guess. You guys forgot it was on the books until Ahmed enacted it?” Carmen arched an eyebrow in query.
Isis held up a finger.“Bingo. We didn’t know what happened until Bast suddenly didn’t show up at her usual spots anymore. Sometimes she takes a sabbatical and goes wandering, but she alway comes back. This is why we have been so late in getting to her rescue. You see, the spell has been modified. Not only does the spell contain the person in question, it also removes their ability to resist commands. The woman you know as Mistress Yasmeen is, in fact, Bast. Ahmed had the spell shifted so it took physical form.”
Duncan blinked. “A collar perhaps? Something with a cat head on it?”
“Is there any way for her to communicate with people to let them call for help?” Sean leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, an intent look on his face.
Isis grinned. “How do you think we finally figured out what was going on? The little fiasco with the hieroglyphs in your dressing room were designed to attract our attention. She actually sent your manager in there. One of the items carried a message on it. When he spoke the words he was commanded to, it showed up on the walls.”
“Thanks for the information. I’ve been trying to find someone to translate the mess.” Carmen sighed in relief, then leaned back in her chair. “The next is, how do we break this spell and get everyone back on an even keel without messing up too many lives?”
The goddess gave an eloquent shrug. “To break the spell itself is easy enough. Simply remove the physical manifestation. It will disappear. As to the rest, once it’s broken, everything else will be gone as well.”
“Meaning?” Sean tilted his head slightly.
“Meaning everyone who has been under her influence will be returned to normal. They will be released from their current sexual thrall to resume their normal lives once again. Of course, this will lead to some extremely embarrassing situations.”
Carmen cut her off. “And a lot of traumatic ones if the person was taken unwillingly, Isis.”
She laid a hand on Sean’s shoulder, who stood and turned, showing his back to the goddess. While it was healing at a phenomenal rate, it still looked bloody and messy. “Take a good hard look at Sean’s back. If Ahmed is willing to do this to a full grown man, or have it ordered done for his amusement, think about what it would be like for an innocent man or woman... or a sexually shy person? Imagine someone’s little girl or boy waking up in the middle of some sick and painful BDSM scenario? Isis, he buys humans and doesn’t give a damn if they’re willing or not. I can only imagine what he did to Bast the first time he realized she was under his control.”
For a moment, Isis looked extremely stunned, then a rage began a slow build in her eyes as the impact of Carmen's words hit home.
Sean turned to look the woman in the eyes, “If you want to save your family, Isis, you have to save the ones who will suffer most if you just leave them the way they are. Sometimes it’s not just about one person, someone you care for, it’s about everyone who is involved with the whole mess.” He shrugged and winced, “It’s a package deal. I’ve got a way to break the spell, but I’m not going to do it unless I have your word you’ll be helping everyone involved, not just those here and now.”
Duncan laughed. “You’re going to get her on stage, aren’t you? Put her in an illusion where things go poof?” He fell backwards laughing. “Oh... Oh can I nibble her toes? Can I?” His hands and feet went into the air as he laughed some more. “Or maybe I can hike a leg on Ahmed’s pants.”
Carmen popped him on the back of the head. “You’re incorrigible, Duncan. But I think I have a way to get back at Ahmed. I just need to make a few phone calls. But don’t do it during tonight’s performance. I need time to set it up. How long are we staying in Vegas?”
“About five more days.”
“How about we give the audience something to remember during your final performance?” Carmen he grinned evilly. “Tongues will already be wagging about Sheik Hamadi arriving with one of his lovely wives.” She glanced meaningfully at Isis. “Why not go all out and have Prince Ahmed and Mistress Yasmeen there as well?”
All three of them looked at her and smiled.
“Oh, I like the way you think.” Isis laughed. “Yes, you have my word we will deal with everyone involved with this mess. Now, I think, it is time to take my leave. The three of you in one room look yummy enough for me to molest all on my own.” She sent a private mental message for Carmen alone. “My dear, you take these two and hold them close to your heart. They are special and, I sense, you know this too. So take a goddess’s advice, ravish them as soon as possible and love them til the end of time. I know I would if I were in your shoes.”
Heat crept up Carmen’s face as she nodded slightly at the mental advice. “Uh, Isis? Can you do something about Sean’s back? We’re going to have a hard enough time explaining the claw marks and mess in the penthouse without having The Rogue bleed all over his costumes on stage.”
“I think I can fix both the room and this handsome man’s back all in the same sweep of my hand.” Isis grinned impishly and made a couple gestures.
The rooms instantly returned to their pristine state and, judging from the stunned expression on the faces of both men, their hurts and wounds were being healed. A pleasant tingling sensation began in Carmen’s left hand, forcing her to take off the bandages and gaze with amazement as the burnt flesh slowly regained its healthy color. The only thing remaining was the imprint of the cat’s head. However, instead of the image Yasmeen used, a detailed image of the cat goddess in solid black lines.
“You are all healed as far as my powers allow me to. Now, I must leave if I am to insert myself into Sheik Hamadi’s harem. In the meantime, remember this. Isis smiled at all three of them. The tripod is the strongest feature in this life and the next. My suggestion would be to cement this aspect before you three wade into the coming fray.” Isis poofed into a shower of golden dust.
Carmen stood up and stretched. “How big did you say the bathtub was?” Shelooked at both men.
A devious smile lit Sean’s face. “Big enough for a small party to splash away and not get the floor wet.”
He stood up and the two of them held their hands out to Duncan.
Laughing, Duncan took their hands, hauling himself to his feet. “Let’s make the most of it. Afterwards, then we can actually give the bad guys their comeuppance. Right now, I just feel like molesting Carmen and making her scream.”
Laughing, they ran for the bathroom and the cavernous tub, leaving numerous clothing items in their wake.
Twenty minutes later, they were all neck deep in a huge, dark blue, Turkish bathtub filled with hot water. Feeling suddenly shy, Carmen sank down into the relaxing heat until it lapped her chin. “I hate to say this, you two, but I’ve never actually done a threesome before.
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The two men looked at each other and then back at her. “But, you’re not a virgin, right?”
Glaring at Duncan, Carmen grunted. “No, I’m not a damned virgin. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to do what I did back in San Fran. It’s just men don’t want to have sex with a woman who looks like a sewing machine went psycho on her skin.” She smiled slightly. “You two are only a few of a group of people who have looked at me without wincing and giving me the ‘Oh You Poor Woman’ look”
Duncan scooted over to her and lowered his head to kiss her bare shoulder, using his tongue to trace the claw scars on her shoulder. “Sean and I have a unique ability to see beyond the skin to the real person underneath.”
Sean floated over to her other side and nibbled onto her ear. “And what we see is very attractive. Someone we want to spend time with.” He lowered his head to nip on the side of her neck. “Worship every inch of your body.” He turned her face to his and whispered against her lips. “To spend every day and night making you moan in sexual abandon.”
Overloaded with the dual assault, Carmen claimed those soft lips in a frenzy of lust while her hands sought out the rock hard cocks she knew were under the hot water. While her tongue explored Sean’s mouth, tasting and caressing, her hands moved slowly to stroke the shafts, causing them both to moan. Soon she fell into a chasm of pleasure where she couldn’t tell whose hands were doing what or which mouth was teasing her nipples, or nibbling on her lips. When she did fight her way back to sanity for one moment, she grinned wickedly and straddled Sean. “This time, there aren’t any conductors to sneak up on us with flashlights or trains moving at the wrong time.” Slowly she sank down on him, burying his massive cock inside her for the first time.
Arching his hips, Sean growled deep in his throat while Duncan kissed a burning path up her spine. Both of them began kissing and licking her scars, worshiping them as if they were beauty marks instead of what they truly were. Sean slowly ran his fingernails up her back, causing her to arch backwards into Duncan’s waiting arms. Shifting his hands slightly, he brought them up and over her shoulders and down to gently pinch and pull at the pebble hard nipples.
Awash in the pleasure of the moment, she didn’t notice the look the two shared over her shoulder. Slowly, Duncan moved forward in the heated water, to cover her back with his own. Had she opened her eyes, she would have seen the transformation of their faces and the sharpness of Sean’s teeth as his face contorted to accommodate the elongated canines. Both men reached down to spread the cheeks of her ass, caressing and fondling as they went, allowing Duncan to step closer. Bending forward, Duncan pinned Carmen against Sean and began to purr deeply against her skin, licking and nipping.
Carmen had no chance to wonder what they were up to when they bit down, one on each shoulder. At the same time, Duncan gently thrust forward, entering her from behind while Sean reached down to pinch her clit to enhance her pleasure. The pain and pleasure threshold burst like a dam in her mind, leaving her awash in the ecstasy of having two men inside her at the same time.
Pausing, Duncan held still, allowed Carmen time to adjust to the feel of his cock before slowly inching himself inwards until the rough curls of his pubic hairs chafed her ass cheeks. With infinite care, he began to move backwards, pulling partway out as the hot water acted as a natural lubricant to ease the way back inside. After a few moments, the two men began to slowly torment her, one thrusting in while the other pulled out.
After a few moments, Carmen growled out, “Fuck me! I’m not going to break. I need both of you inside me.” She thrust back with her body, burying both of them deep, causing them to moan. The sound sent vibrations through their fangs and into her skin, making her gasp at the sensation, raising goosebumps along her back and arms.
Quickly, they found their rhythm , slamming in and out of her. The force of their movement started the now pinkish colored water sloshing over the side to wet the tile flooring. Unable to do anything but relax and enjoy, she braced her hands against the rim of the tub. Her skin felt too tight for what it was going through, even the lightest brush of hair against her skin and the harsh pain of the canines in her flesh took on such an erotic sensation. It became hard to think about anything else except the impact of flesh against flesh and the rough calluses on their hands caressing her nipples or pinching her clit, enhancing the pleasure.
Something primal had been unleashed within the three of them as they moved in a wild frenzy of lovemaking. With each powerful thrust, Carmen felt a bond form between the three of them, a tie which linked them heart and soul. The intense pleasure, multiplied by three, sending jolts of exquisite heat down to her toes. A powerful tremor built slowly until she could no longer control her voice as she screamed their names to the ceiling. Her body felt like it had suddenly exploded into millions of stars as an orgasm ripped through every nerve in her system.
When Carmen began coming, the two men thrust deep at the same time, and it was Duncan who released her shoulder and shouted hoarsely as his body convulsed and shook with pleasure. Sean followed mere seconds afterwards. The three of them soared to heaven on a wave of heated bliss only to fall back to earth in their own bodies.
Carmen collapsed in a trembling, wet heap in between them and laughed shakily. “You know, I should be mad at the two of you.”
Sean’s face had returned to its normal proportions. “How so?”
She reached up to touch the bite marks on her neck and shoulder. “This is what you call making me break my promise to myself. I never combine business with pleasure.” She arched an eyebrow at him, then licked the blood off her fingers.
Duncan carefully disengaged himself before angling around so he could grin at her. “You know...” He licked at the wounds on her shoulder himself. “Some rules were made to be broken and, if you’ll recall, Isis did say we needed to do something to solidify this before tackling Bast.”
“If there’s only one lesson to learn here is never, ever, argue with a goddess when she’s willing to suggest things.” Sean arched an eyebrow and nipped her nipple.
In the other room, Carmen’s cell phone began to ring.
Chapter Nine
Carmen stood in the small security room off the main lobby, feeling like a time bomb ready to explode. She had taken the time to put on a black T shirt underneath a black leather vest, black jeans and boots. The shirt covered most of the love bites on her shoulders but she found a dark red bandanna to tie off like a loose form of a choker to covered the ones on her neck. Nothing constricting, just enough to hide the blood and the marks themselves. They both hurt, but the fury she was experiencing made everything else seem like a minor inconvenience in comparison.
On the table in front of her lay two items. A small, blood red, acrylic box and a DVD disk. Both had blood spatters on them. A cold dread began to form in the pit of her stomach as those two items, addressed to her and sent by private courier, sat like sinister red bombs on the pristine white table. She glanced at her team. “It’s been scanned?”
“X-rayed, thermo scanned, and we even brought in a bomb sniffing dog. Nothing.” Logan said.
Carmen nodded and pointed at the DVD. “Play it.”
With her people around her, Carmen turned her attention to the screen as he inserted the disk and pressed play. She knew it would be bad, but some inner voice told her to steel herself. She was wrong. It wasn’t bad, it was worse.
The screen resolved itself into what appeared to be a flow of blood running down a pile of sand. Then the view zoomed outwards to reveal the shredded back of a man. Someone who had been whipped so much the flesh hung in strips down around the waist. The granules had been salt someone had rubbed into the wounds. Whoever was holding the camera moved around the victim so he stood in front of the man.
A studded leather hand entered from off to one side and gripped the hair, yanking it upwards to reveal the identity of the victim to the harsh lights. Despite the fact he’d been savagely beaten, and his body
bore numerous marks of whips, knives, and brands, there could be no mistaking those defiant eyes. Those eyes, so like her own when she looked at herself in the mirror. “Dad.” She moaned.
“You should recognize this pig by now, bitch.” Prince Ahmed’s voice lashed out through the speakers. “This time, you play by my rules in my world. You have upset the Princess and defied her orders. For those offenses alone, you must be punished.”
A squeak of tormented wood pulled her from the horror on the screen. Looking down, Carmen saw she had dug her hands into the heavy oak chair hard enough to leave gouges in the dark finish.
Duncan and Sean stepped forward to try and comfort her, but she shook her head, “Leave me alone for this one guys. I need to see this without any comfort. Just make sure to keep me away from the tech stuff on the other side of the room.”
They nodded and she turned her attention back to the screen. The sinister voice would be something to haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.
“Do you still have my collar, pet? If you want to see him alive, and intact for the most part, you will come to see me in person. Just you, not your team or your pets. You. And just so you understand what will happen if you refuse to show up in a week’s time. The camera focused on her father’s left hand. The ring he wore was distinctive and glittered in the lights. Suddenly, a pair of bolt cutters snipped off his finger down by the knuckle. For her sake, there wasn’t any screaming, just a grunt and several snarled curses.
The camera backed off until it was once again a full view of her father. Only then did she realize he was naked. “Watch and get a taste of what will happen if you disobey me.”
What happened for the next fifteen minutes almost had her throwing up. She knew sleeping would not be an option for a very long time. Closing her eyes, she blocked out the sight of the strap on dildo, the cat of nine tails with hooks attached, and the restraints which forced him to remain on his knees with his chin on a cold iron bar. Her father never uttered another word while the abuse happened. His eyes stared at the camera with pure hatred which only changed once. Focusing on the camera, he smiled and mouthed the words, It’s a trap, don’t come after me.