I regret the weeks it has taken me to post chapters in my "Sheila" series. I gather from certain E-mails, the loss of a significant number of votes, and being dropped from favorite authors lists that I have tried the patience of some readers and lost the attention of others. Of course, maybe the reason for the drop-off in interest is simply that the story sucks. In any case, I intend to finish "Sheila" and will take the advice of one reader for my next project: complete the story in full before submitting the chapters. In the meantime, for those of you still hanging in there, here's chapter four, which I hope will intrigue you enough to come back for, as they used to say on radio, the exciting conclusion.
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He was in another dream, in an unknown place. He vaguely wondered if Sheila would show up in this dream, would show up with Pharaoh with the big man's cock once again in her mouth. Then a curtain of pain came down before him and he disappeared behind it.
He came back and now through the curtain he could make out a bed across a room. He was certain he had never slept in that bed. The room was painfully hot and a fire was burning in his head. He disappeared again.
When he returned, the curtain of pain and the burning in his head had subsided somewhat and all he wanted to do was crawl onto the bed. He tried to move, but couldn't. He tried harder and suddenly left the room.
He came back and for a while he did nothing. He felt the pain, but now it was in the background. This time, he thought, I'll try to move just a little. He leaned forward and thought he was going to disappear again. But he didn't and now he discovered that his arms were pinned behind him and he couldn't move his upper body. He tried his legs but they too were bound. He then realized he was tied to a chair.
And he realized something else. Just beyond the bed was a window with shear white curtains and through the curtains he could make out pinkish blinking lights. He somehow knew that the lights were letters, part of a name of a hotel. B-R-U-N-S-W-I-C-K, that was it. Then in anguish he heard his voice utter"goddammit!" and Tobe Lanscott knew he was not in any dream. He was in that room where the search for Sheila had begun for him, the room in the video in which Sheila had fucked Pharaoh and his men, the video that first showed him just how far Sheila had fallen. And now, realizing he was in that very room, he knew how far he had come -- fallen? - in his search for her.
The door opened and one of those men in the video came into the room -- hairy-man.. He was dressed in sweat pants and a sweat shirt that didn't match. He had the beginnings of a colorful bruise on his jaw and Tobe knew he himself had put it there and that knowledge made him smile. Hairy- man had a bottle of whiskey and he tilted Tobe's head back and poured some down his throat. It burned all the way down and burned in his stomach, but Tobe didn't care. He wanted more and said so to hairy-man. More whiskey went down, dowsing the burning. Maybe the pain was still there, but now Tobe didn't care. He was even grateful for the whiskey. Though tied to a chair and physically sore as hell, maybe the way out wasn't going to be so bad, he thought.
Hairy- man said "Compliments of the house." Then he put a hand to the bruise on his jaw.
"I owe you one, you son of a bitch. But Pharaoh said to lay off you for now on account of your old lady," hairy-man grumbled.
"When do I meet the royal couple?" Tobe managed to say.
"It's almost showtime, asshole," hairy-man said, and left the room.
The whiskey tried to make him go away again, but Tobe willed himself to stay awake. For a while
he concentrated on the blinking lights, but his eyes grew tired and heavy. He closed his eyes and let his chin down on his chest. Well, he thought dimly, if they wanted me dead, I'd be dead by now. I guess I'm not so hard to kill. I guess I'm not so hard to take down. What a joke -- I was all set to leave this goddamned town, and they brought me back. Let's get this over with, Pharaoh. Make your grand entrance and then I'll crawl away just as you want. He heard the door open and close. He thought it was hairy-man with more whiskey and he raised his head and opened his eyes.
And there she was.
How appropriate, he thought, to finally catch up with her in the room where he first glimpsed her new life. Her hair was blonder than ever and cascaded down her back. She wore a tight leather dress which barely offered cover for her ass and pussy or contain her heavy surgical tits. Her leather boots had four inch heels like ice picks. Her face, once again accented with heavy purple around her eyes and a garish shade of red on her lips, made her look harder in person than she had in the video. She looked more used as well.
For a few seconds they just stared at each other, she leaning with her back to the door and he straining against his bonds. Tobe tried to bring all the Sheilas he knew together: the Sheila he fell in love with, the Sheila who was his wife, the Sheila in the video, the Sheila in the photo. They were all there in front of him, and he looked up at all the Sheilas he had ever known as if from a hole dug with his own wretchedness. But he couldn't let her know that, couldn't let her see the hopelessness he was now feeling, couldn't let her know that, now that he had found her, all he wanted to do was get the hell away from her. He gave her a painful smile and dredged up from somewhere an attempt at glibness.
"Sheila. Baby. Long time, no see."
" You poor dumb, pitiful son of a bitch. Why did you have to come here after all this time? Couldn't you just write me off? Believe me, Tobe, I wrote you off a long time ago."
"I saw you in a video recently, Sheila. You're a star. I thought I'd come up here to get your autograph."
"Still the comical asshole. You know how close you are to getting yourself shot up? I'm all that's standing between you and a hole in the ground."
"Why don't you untie me, baby, so I can properly show my appreciation?"
"They'll come for you soon enough. Take your ass out of town. If you're smart, you'll never come back ."
"Sure. But I'd hate to leave without saying good-bye to your friend, Maggard. I haven't had the pleasure of his company."
"Right now Pharaoh wants to blow you away. I don't know why I should care about you at all -- maybe I just pity your poor ass -- but I've persuaded Pharaoh to let me handle this my own way."
" Thanks. I'll try to remember to say something nice about you in the divorce. I won't use words like 'slut' and 'whore,' " he said, hoping the smile was still in place.
"Fuck you, too, sweetheart." She pushed herself away from the door and came across the room and stood before him. She put her hands on her hips which pulled the hem of her dress back just enough to expose her shaved pussy. Tobe nodded and said,"There's something different about you, Sheila. I guess his highness likes you shaved."
"There's a whole hell of a lot that's different about me now, Tobe. How do you like the new me?"she asked sarcastically.
"You look fabulous, baby. Just like something out on the street corner, waiting to be fucked, sucked,
eaten, and thrown back into the gutter where you belong."
He saw her hand come at his face, but he did not turn away. Her hand stung one cheek, then the other, with a crack like a whip. Then her nails came down the side of his face, just missing one eye. His face burned, but he did not feel the wetness of blood. He made an effort to keep his lips stretched across his teeth in some resemblance of a smile.
"Did that make you feel better, baby?' he jeered. "That certainly brought me back to reality."
Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Sheila looked away, stepped back and folded her arms. Without looking at Tobe she said, "I'm sorry I did that. I don't hate you, Tobe. But apparently you hate me."
"Maybe I just hate what you've become."
"What I've become, or what you think I've become, doesn't mean shit to me. This is what I want. You might not understand it. But I'm with a man who really loves and understands me. He gives me things, nice things, expensive things, things you could never give me. I have a penthouse suit upstairs. And I'm enjoying a life that's fun and exciting. You're a good man and all that, Tobe, but I was dying inside with you. Living in that little two-bit house, you driving around in that beat-up truck all day. I deserved better."
"This is better?"
"I'll show you what's better."
Sheila opened the door and hairy-man came in wearing a robe.
"This is Mr. Hicks. I believe you've met. Mr. Hicks likes to fuck me, and I like being fucked by Mr. Hicks. He fucks me better than you ever could, you poor, miserable worm."
Now Tobe knew what was about to take place before him -- his own humiliation. Hicks threw his robe to the floor and from behind pulled the top of Sheila's dress down exposing her large, heavy breasts. He cupped them and played with them forcefully, his hands barely covering their firm flesh.
"Mr. Hicks likes to play with my big tits. Remember when I let you play with my tits? I bet you'd love to get your hands on them right now."
No, Tobe thought, I don't even want to touch you -- anywhere.
"Remember when I let you suck my nipples? Mr. Hicks likes to suck them, too. He gets my nipples
all wet and hard. He uses his lips and tongue and teeth. He makes me tingle all over. You never could do that for me, you miserable piece of shit."
Time seemed to stand still for Tobe Lanscott. He was trapped in some sort of warp, watching Sheila purposely degrade herself before him. He tried to remember what Delia had told him earlier about sex and power and how some women got off on one over the other. It didn't make much sense to him then,
but now a realization was setting in. What he was watching was Sheila exerting her sex over Hicks, subjecting him to her perception of power, and demonstrating her total rejection of Tobe himself.
Sheila was on her knees and brought the head of Hick's cock to each of her hardened nipples, massaging each in turn.
"I love his cock. Look how long and thick it is. He knows how to use it. He fucks me so well.
He gives me far more pleasure than you ever could."
She took Hicks' cock into her mouth and soon her lips were pulsating over it in a frenzied action. She grabbed his ass forcing his flesh down her throat. Then she stood up, his cock in her hand.
