This is the last in the
Blue Robe
series. Although this segment stands on its own, I encourage you to read the other chapters to put everything in context. I hope you enjoy...
Eric finished lighting the last of the candles. He had left the curtains open and he could see the moon rising above the mountains on the far horizon. Eric stood naked and trembling before the oak chest. The doll, which stood on top of the chest surrounded by pictures of his father and the rest of his family, captured his gaze. When his fingers touched the wooden doll, they tingled. Excitement and anxiety filled him.
Eric had been preparing for this moment for the past seven weeks. He nervously carried the doll, cradled in the palms of his hands, to the daybed, and gently laid it on the pillows. Eric was careful that he touch on the doll's robe and no the wood. He took a deep breath to steady himself. He was prepared. Everything was in place. The sun was waning. It was time. Eric glanced back around the room then knelt beside the bed and gently began to stroke the doll's legs. The room swirled before his eyes and blackness enveloped him.
Eric shook the dizziness from his head and marveled, as he always did, at the transformation that had taken place. Before his eyes, instead of the doll lying before him on the pillow, there lay a beautiful olive skinned beauty wrapped only in a thin floral robe: an exact duplicate of the doll's robe. His eyes moved from the hem of the robe, which seductively revealed most of her thighs to her hips. Those hips now turned towards him and steeled his gaze. They tempted him, but slowly his eyes moved on to her breasts, partially exposed by the gape of the robe. He watched intently as her rhythmic breathing gradually brought the edge of the right areola into view. He tentatively reached out to touch it. A sharp slap against his hand and a sharp voice stopped him.
"Eric, what the hell have you been doing? It has been weeks and weeks. I have needed you!" her voice rose in pitch and volume with each word. "I thought I was more than just a sexy toy to you!" Tears of anger and frustration now spilled down her cheeks. She reached out to grab him and draw him near.
Eric eluded her grasp, seized her shoulders, and pushed her back onto the bed with all the force he could muster. It took all the emotional strength he had not to kiss her and fall into her spell. Instead, he matched her vocal intensity and volume and spat back at her.
"Look you can remain my cum whore doll forever locked in that wooden form or tonight you can trust me and take the chance to escape that spell which binds you! Do you want to suck my cock and return to your wooden form or listen to what I have planned?"
Eric sat in the middle of the den floor. The legs of the butcher-block table can into focus and the discomfort of sitting in a pile of wooden shavings penetrated his legs and butt. His head throbbed. Waves of nausea racked his body. His ears rang. What had happened? Through blinking eyes, the world around him gradually came into focus.
Early morning sunlight peaked through the den windows. Its brightness hurt his eyes. Eric instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes and suddenly touched something soft and warm. Startled, he recoiled. With a slow turn of his head, Eric realized that he was leaning against a woman's naked legs. Fear gripped him as the memory of the events of the night before slowly seeped into his consciousness. While everything around him looked familiar, things appeared to have changed. He felt different
The recognizable features of his father's den provided some comfort. Reassured, he tentatively began to examine the form of the naked woman. She was unconscious and bound hand and foot to a butcher-block table. He was seated awkwardly at her feet, eye level with her spread buttocks. Eric's eyes began to examine the woman, however, before he could complete his observations, pain burned through his legs and lower back. Muscle cramps racked his thighs. He rolled on his side, hobbled to his feet, and tried to shake off the cramps by shuffling around the room. The leg pains slowly faded but the nagging soreness in his lower back remained. Eric bent forward rubbed his thighs and then his calves as he attempted to touch his toes and stretch out his arching back muscles. Shock filled his brain. For the first time since he had awakened, he examined his body.
It was his body he was sure, but somehow it was different. He had a slight paunch. Grey-black hair was now in placed he had never had hair before. His knees seemed knobbier and there were small age spots on his hands. What had happened to him? Then he glanced across the room at the woman who was bound to the heavy wooden table. She looked like Essa only she was older. The hips were a little broader, the skin not quite as smooth, and the hair a littler greyer. Nevertheless, he recognized women as Essa. It had worked.
Panic now filled his soul. Eric rushed to the prostrate form, relieved to find her breathing with shallow ragged breaths. Quickly her untied her and carried her to the daybed. He propped her up with pillows and rushed to the bathroom. There he grabbed a basin from under the sink, filled it with lukewarm water, grabbed a wash cloth and some hand towels and returned to Essa's side. There he dabbed her parched lips with the damp washcloth and wiped her face. Her body was hot and sweaty. Eric continued with the sponge bath. When he was finished, Eric pulled the comforter over her body, gently kissed her forehead and cheek, and lay down beside her. Her body was now cold and goose bumps appeared on her expose skin. Eric cradled her body offering her his body heat. He closed his eyes and prayed.
The room danced before his eyes in a surreal dream. Before him, Essa was bent over the butcher block with her limbs securely bound to its legs with thick hemp ropes. Weeks of research and work had turned his father's old den into a replica of the carpenter's shop where the wood worker and Essa's evil aunt had enslaved her as a wooden doll. To break the spell and set Essa free, Eric had to re-enact the events of that night over 200 years before.
The sun had just set and now the flickering light of over 20 tea candles lit the room. On the coffee table by the day bed, the moonflowers were in full bud, ready to burst forth in flower. His investigations in mythology revealed that they could absorb evil spirits when they bloomed at night. Eric had followed all the instructions given by the florist and was assured that they would be in full bloom by midnight. Essa was silent in her restraints. She nervously bit her lower lip and watched Eric's movements as he spread cedar and oak wood shavings on the hardwood floor. Images of the original carpenter's shop flashed through her mind.
