The Forbidden Staircase Ch 11

Chapter Eleven: Visions of Ice

Mary and Margaret were desperate to find the disappeared James Jones, Mary's father. "Look!" Mary pointed, "There are fresh drips from where he was lying! We must follow them before they dry!"

Mary hastily trailed the drops though the raucous main room with Margaret close behind, and nobody paid them any attention. From there they went down a quiet hallway and up the stairs to the door of the library. "This room again," said Mary.

"Is it bad?" asked Margaret.

"Never fear, my dear friend," said Mary. "I'll protect you. You must be brave for us to find him. Are you ready?"

"I'll fight like a tiger for my love!" Margaret said, her eyes and teeth flashing.

"That's the spirit!" said Mary, and threw open the door to the library. It was empty. Mary carefully trailed the drops, and they didn't lead to the secret door, but to another bookcase. "Could there be more than one secret door?" Mary asked.

"What are you talking about?" asked Margaret. "The drips just end. What'll we do now?"

Mary started to read the titles of the bookshelf her father's drips led to. "'Delectabili Foraminibus'," Mary said. "This must be the one." She pulled on the book, and the bookcase sprung open. It was another secret door.

"Mary, you may be a strange, strange girl, but you're a wonderful good detective," Margaret gushed.

"There's no time to lose!" said Mary, pulling the bookcase open. There was another spiral staircase leading down. Mary raced down the steps, with Margaret close after. These steps were not dusty, but well-used. At the bottom of the steps, there was a single door. This must be another basement room.

Mary opened the door to find many men slowly going about their business in a barracks-like environment. There were odd things about the scene that struck Mary immediately. The walls of the room were painted a garish shade of red. She could see that the faces of all the men in the room had a fixed expression, like they were frozen in ice; she realized that all the men in the room were hypnotized in some way. Then she noticed a machine on the other side of the room with a swirling light show on its face and playing a recording of a calm voice. Mary recognized it must be a hypnosis machine of some sort. She hadn't imagined such a thing was possible.

Right in front of Mary and Margaret, two men were dragging a naked older man across the floor. Sadly, it was not her father, but she recognized him, because he had last seen him atop her friend Imogene and fucking her silly to their obvious and great mutual pleasure. It was the governor of Illinois!

Mary raced into the room and slapped away the hands of the men who were dragging him. They didn't resist much. Mary dragged the governor away from the hypnotized men and out the door to the spiral staircase, but she wasn't strong enough to carry him up the stairs. He was too heavy. She would need help. Then she noticed that Margaret had wandered off. She looked back into the room to find that Margaret had removed her mask and all her clothing and was walking into the center of the room. She too had fallen into the grip of the hypnotic spell.

Mary, being a highly trained hypnotist herself, knew ways to resist hypnosis, so she was effectively immune to the machine, though she clearly noticed its pull to surrender. She felt herself instantly moistening between her legs at the machine's suggestions and wanting to take off her clothes like Margaret, but she resisted. Mary strode forward to grab Margaret, but the hypnotized men all reacted to resist Mary's intrusion and blocked her way forward, her path to Margaret. The more Mary pushed forward, the more men responded and blocked her.

Mary stepped backwards towards the entrance, stopped wrestling with the men, and gently slapped away their hands. Now she was standing back near the door, and the hypnotized men left her alone. She could see that Margaret had climbed onto one of the beds near the center of the room. As Mary watched, Margaret lay down on her back and spread her legs. Many of the men, still in a trance, approached the bed and started to remove their clothing. Margaret was clearly in danger of having all these men take her against her will.

Mary knew she could incapacitate all these men with her martial arts skills, but at the same time, she knew these men were all themselves victims, and she didn't want to accidentally permanently injure or kill any of the men. Such a violent solution was dangerous and had consequences. There had to be a better way.

These men were really no different than poor Margaret who was about to receive them all. One of the naked men pulled his now very stiff penis out of Margaret's gasping mouth and was rolling on a condom. The good news was that it appeared the enthralled men were programmed to protect the woman from getting with child, at least.

As the first man penetrated Margaret and she gasped, only to have another man thrust his cock into her mouth and plug her cries, Mary ran forward and wrestled the large group of men again to try to wrest her dear friend away from the mob. But it was no use. There were too many of them. Mary got another idea and fought her way towards the hypnosis machine instead. Although many of the men remained fixated on gang raping Margaret, there were still more than enough men to prevent her from reaching the machine unless she got truly violent with these poor victims. She could not, in good conscience, do that.

So, Mary retreated to the doorway and was left alone again by the men to watch her friend Margaret be gang raped. The first man shuddered atop Margaret and then withdrew. She could see the condom he was wearing, and the white fluid now bulging in its tip. Another condom-clad man replaced the first atop Margaret almost instantly. Mary stood there in despair. Then she had an idea. She just hoped she could bring it to fruition before all these men destroyed her friend Margaret's delicate reproductive organs. And Margaret, the poor dear, was not even awake to enjoy the gang rape, which Mary knew Margaret would if she could, at least until she got sore.

Mary shut the door to the room and raced back up the spiral stairs. She raced out of the library and into the maelstrom of the party. There, Mary began to assemble a contingent of the girls she had rescued from white slavers (see Mary Jones and the Secret of the Old Cock for details). Being young, strikingly beautiful, extremely lusty, and unable to get with child, these delectable girls were enormously popular at the raucous party, sometime serving as hostess to two or three of the generally powerful and important guests simultaneously. Enlisting their help at an opportune time was therefore tricky. Mary needed to catch a girl either right before or right after they engaged with one of the other partygoers. Within half an hour, she had gathered half a dozen of the loyal cohort of girls to her.

The assembled girls collected in the library, and Mary briefed them on their mission. "Now girls, at the bottom of a spiral staircase behind that bookcase, there is a room full of men."

The assembled girls giggled, and Carla asked, "Are they handsome men?"

"Yes," answered Mary.

The girls giggled again, and Sasha cried, "Then what are we waiting for!"

"What indeed," said Mary. "I guess the briefing is over. C'mon girls!" Mary plunged down the spiral staircase, and the six girls she'd assembled chased after her. At the bottom of the stairs, she threw open the door, and soon the girls were looking at the large group of men in the room.

"Who's that dark-skinned girl there who's wearing out all our boys?" Jacqueline complained. At least it appeared that Margaret had held up fairly well during her absence. A big man was heavy atop her now and really drilling her hard, a milky white dollop of cream atop her chocolate sweetness. Margaret was making her whimpering and moaning noises of orgasm. Her chocolate heels dug into his muscular ass, holding him close as he pounded her.

"That's my friend Margaret," explained Mary. "Please save her!"

"Dibs on that one!" cried Becca, running towards one of the men.

"I've got this other one!" yelled Julie.

The men, for their part, noticed the girls as soon as they left the proximity of the entry door, and approached to engage them. As the perhaps two dozen men and six girls began their half-tussle half-orgy in the center of the room, Mary began slinking around the edge of the tussle, headed towards the hypnosis device. Dodging flying clothing, she slunk forward.

As she approached the hypnosis machine, one muscular man grabbed her wrist, and then another man grabbed her, and another. Soon she had five or six men trying to stop her progress. However, this was a manageable number for Mary. She slipped their clumsy attempts to capture her, tripped some up on others, and basically foiled their attempts to stop her. Leaping over the head of a man who was standing right in front of the hypnosis machine, she smashed the delicate mechanism off the table, and it shattered to pieces when it hit the floor.

It took about a minute for the men and also the girls Mary had brought with her, including Margaret, to come to their senses. From there, the girls, especially Margaret, had the good courtesy and manners to allow the men who were in the middle of their urgent pleasure to reach a satisfactory conclusion uninterrupted. Once these fires were properly quenched, matters could appropriately move on to other courtesies such as begging one's pardon and introductions.

Mary smiled at all the embarrassed conversations around her. She heard some proposals of marriage fly around, all sadly declined, since all these women were already spoken for, and were just here to help. The man cuddling with Margaret told her, "My parents taught me to stay away from negros, but now that I've been with you, I don't think I ever want to touch a pale-skinned woman again, no offense to all you other ladies. I'm certain now I want to my wife to be a negro. I know you're spoken for, but can you help me?"

"Do you have a good honest job?" asked Margaret.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered. "I'm a butcher in the nearby town of Xylophone."

"I'm not usually a matchmaker, but since you took the care to use a condom in me and all while you were raping me, I'll make an exception," Margaret answered. "I'll help you find somebody special."

"Thank you so much, Margaret. And by the way ma'am, We're very sorry for raping you. We didn't mean it." There was murmured assent from the crowd of men.

"I know," said Margaret, smiling. "I was under control, too." And the assembled men and girls left apologies at that and moved on to happier conversation.

(To be continued)