her wares, hoping to be the winning bidder at an auction where the strength and beauty and bravado that were Billy Tripplehorn were ultimately at stake.
After all, it was my doing that he was now at risk. My selfish yearnings had brought us to the Devil's doorstep, much like secret lovers of Redemption brought their babies in baskets to the orphanage under cover of the night, without a thought for the ones they sacrificed.
Such serious concerns vanished when I peeked into the parlor, however: Billy sat enthroned in a massive walnut chair with insets of red upholstery, holding court while his new admirers gazed up at him from the floor cushions around his knee. This, of course, afforded him an unimpeded view down each of their gowns while baring the legs they bent to one side, so their ankles crossed near their hips. They had loosened his cream-colored shirt nearly to his navel, and he sat with his knees apart-probably so his prodigious cock had somewhere to go inside his loose brown pants.
Ah yes, that cock! It was prodding the buttons of his fly until I swore I saw it quivering, even from the far side of the room. It was only a matter of moments before one of the demoiselles before him set it free to suck on it. Jeremy and Justin stood discreetly in the background, their eyes alight and their hands down each other's sarongs, whispering as they gazed at the scene unfolding before the fireplace.
Cerise stood only two paces in front of me, unaware of my presence: her body was so taut with the suspense and sexuality of this situation, the toe of her high-heeled shoe tapped out an agitated tattoo on the parquet floor. I suspected her fingers had found her clit, and she was hoping to move in for any leftovers the Sisters might allow her when they'd finished with Billy.
And then there was Billy…oh God, the sheer sensuality of that brazen young man with the bronzed skin and the eyes of obsidian, lounging against the chair's ornately carved back like a prince surveying his harem. He radiated a cocksureness that was an aphrodisiac in itself, a signal to every woman in the room-and to the twin house boys, who lusted after him, as well-that his carnality and physical perfection and appetite for pleasure would take us all far into a night unlike any we'd known before. The Sisters sat with faces upturned like flowers basking in his light, and young Tripplehorn knew he had them in his thrall.
Or at least he believed he did-that was the stickler. When Pandora rose gracefully from the floor, standing directly in front of his spread legs, he had no idea that her seductive ballet could be a dance of death. No, he sat captivated by that most voluptuous of the trio, his eyelids fluttering to half-mast in appreciation of the temptress with the raven hair and ruby lips. She let her scarlet shawl fall down over her shoulders in a delicious ripple of shimmering silk, before slowly drawing it off her body to hold it before him…rather like an erotic toreador teasing a bull to mate with her.
'Ah, my Knight of Swords,' she crooned, making the shawl undulate before him like a cape of fire drawn from the crackling logs on the hearth. 'When I sensed you were coming here, I could barely contain my excitement! You herald a change in our musty world here-a change that brings new vitality and adventure…not to mention a sword like no other man has ever waved at us! Welcome, Billy Tripplehorn. You're the new lifeblood I've been awaiting for so, so long.'
He sat transfixed, gazing into the ever-changing kaleidoscope of reds and oranges and sparkling gold reflected from the fire's light. And as Pandora shrugged slightly to entice him with the bulge of her lush breasts, nearly overflowing the scallop-edged bodice of her black lace gown, Billy's hand reached toward her as though by magic; as though this mystic's potent spell already controlled him.
Pandora's chuckle tickled the edges of the room, her energy reverberating through the floorboards until every one of us felt her power. 'I am your Queen of Cups, Billy,' she continued, arching forward until her breasts did indeed overflow their lace constraints. 'I am the ruler over romance and relationships, you see, and I foretell a time of great imagination…great satisfaction for all who believe in me.
Do you believe, Billy?'
'God yes,' he murmured, his chiseled lips remaining parted with the intriguing vision. 'Let me touch you. Let me…taste you.'
With a graceful flick of her wrists, so agile and quick the human eye couldn't follow it, Pandora sent the shimmering length of red silk behind Billy's neck to draw herself toward him with it. What an incredible sight she made, leaning her knees against the cushion between his legs to offer him her beauty, the bounty of her feminine assets. When his lips found her nipple, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, sending her hair into a raven cascade between her arched shoulders.
The sigh that escaped Cerise brought me back to my senses. The maid had unbuttoned her short black uniform to release her own cleavage, pretending it was her breast Billy suckled-and making all the sighs and secretive noises to go with her fantasy. And while Pandora's way with men was nothing new to me, for I'd witnessed it many times over my years as the overseer of the Sisters' welfare, I now felt fear rising to override my excitement. Not only was this witchy woman stealing the lover I'd captured for myself, she was turning him into her unwitting victim-and leaving him vulnerable to her two cohorts, as well.
Indeed, as Billy's soft grunts accompanied his tasting of the black-haired beauty with the eyes of fire, Perfidia was now rising to the challenge…playing a part in a drama that spanned the centuries; another movement in this symphony the Sisters had composed when they met long ago.
'Let's get rid of these trousers,' she suggested, her angular face glowing like coals of desire as she grasped Billy's waistband.
Tripplehorn's hands tightened instinctively beneath the two breasts he was laving, allowing Pandora to step aside only enough so Perfidia could unfasten him, while he continued to pleasure those soft mounds of flesh. He inhaled deeply-indeed, the entire room seemed to breathe with him, intoxicated by the intense sensuality of the situation. His hips rose as though of their own accord, and again the clothing moved almost faster than thought, until the coarse twill bunched at his ankles and the muscled male legs above them flexed with a tension we all longed to feel with our hands.
His cock sat up like a wand-or like that sword Pandora had teasingly alluded to moments ago. Her talk of the tarot eluded Billy, no doubt, but he needed no spread of her cards to spread those magnificent legs and arch upward with an erection that defied description. Tall and proud it stood, a pillar of masculine strength and a promise of indescribable delight-and Miss Pink shifted forward, her mouth rounded in a perfect O-to capture the magic of that magician's tool.
'Not yet!' Perfidia growled, snapping her fingers as though an errant puppy had strayed from her pallet. 'Cerise! Your stockings!'
The maid snapped out of her trance, and, grinning with the delight of a chosen child, trotted toward the foursome. Her breasts bobbed in the opened placket of a uniform short enough to show the tops of her black stockings and a glimpse of the bare skin above them. As she leaned over to unhook the dark garter strap bisecting her thigh, I got a clear shot of her naked behind and that black triangle beneath it-until she realized Billy, as guest of honor, should be afforded that alluring view.
'Oui, Mistress Perfidia,' she breathed, sliding her fingers beneath the stocking top before easing it down the length of her shapely leg. 'This one's the blindfold, yes? So Master Tripplehorn must guess whose cunt is sucking the cum from him! And the other shall be his gag, so that even his screams of ecstasy will be trapped inside him until he-'
'That's quite enough of your impertinence, young lady!'
Did even the clocks stop ticking? We all held our breath as the porcelain goddess rose to her full height with a haughtiness that ruled the room. Even Billy paused to watch what might happen next, although his hands remained firmly fixed on Pandora's ribcage.
'Give me your shoe, Cerise. And assume the position for the whipping you so richly deserve.'
The maid's face fell, yet she knew better than to defy Perfidia's order…and truth be told, she grabbed her ankles with the resignation of one who secretly relished the punishment about to befall her. Both her black stockings had drifted down her legs, and as she presented her bare backside to Perfidia-and, by no mere coincidence, to Billy, as well-Cerise gritted her teeth. Most likely so she wouldn't cry out with her desire for more, faster and harder.
Smack! went the sole of the leather slipper against that pale quivering moon. And then Smack! on the opposite cheek, which produced a matching pink mark that made my backside smart just to look at it.
'Have you learned your lesson, girl, or do I need to continue?'
Cerise was quivering, more from pent-up excitement than shame. She bent down even farther, until her palms
