Chapter Fifteen
Once back in the library I had barely had time to dress and tidy away William's clothing, when I heard the sound of voices approaching from the hallway. George opened the doors and led a small party of men into the room. They were dressed alike in dark jackets, trousers and shirts. All of them seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties and they all looked fit, well-muscled and active. Judging by the disciplined way in which they held themselves, I assumed that they were all ex-forces.
George saw me standing by the doors to the library and gave me a quick, complicit glance. He halted in the middle of the library; stopping in front of the empty case, in order to hide from the security guards the fact that the prize of Sir Arthur's collection was missing.
"Is the g..., ah, is Miss Thea ready to see the security team now?" He asked, his face clearly expressing the difficulty he felt about referring to Thea as anything other than "goddess".
"I don't know, George." I answered. "I'll go and check."
I opened the door to the gym and slid through it, closing it after me. Inside, Nadia and Thea had suspended William's, by now unconscious, body from one of the whipping frames and were standing next to him, speaking together in low voices. In their heels, the two women were exactly the same height and were so close to each other that their hard nipples almost touched, while their hands rested on each other's waists.
When she heard the door, Thea looked up sharply.
"Yes Jake. What is it?" She demanded, turning abruptly towards me so that the stunning sight of her perfect body hit me like a searchlight.
I fell to my knees in worship. "Please goddess," I said, "George has brought the security team. They're waiting in the library. Shall I tell George to send them in?"
Thea looked at her acolyte. "Hmm, what do you think my darling? Can we subdue all six at once? I'm not sure. I think we'd better have them in one at a time, starting with Chris. Jake, when I tell you, bring Chris in and come in with him." She turned and walked back to the throne at the far end of the room. "Nadia, you stand at the foot of the steps, and bring a bull-whip with you – it's so much more intimidating than a crop."
Thea seated herself regally on her throne. The girdle of Aphrodite framed and enhanced her glorious sex and in her right hand she held the phallus of dominance. She radiated the power of irresistible lust. At the foot of the throne stood Nadia, her legs apart in a powerful, dominant stance, her left hand on her hip and her right bearing a sinister leather bull-whip, whose two metre lash trailed on the floor beside her arrogantly booted feet.
"Send Chris in!." Thea ordered; and I hurried to do her bidding.
"Miss Lucas will see you now Chris," I said as soon as I reached the library. One of the men came forward, he was slightly older than the others, but he looked nervous as he walked towards the door. His hand was in his pocket and he seemed to be holding something there. I watched him closely as I followed him through the door, shutting it immediately behind me.
I heard him gasp as his glance took in first the figure of William, hanging limply from his bonds, and then the glorious vision of the goddess, glowing golden on her throne, with her booted acolyte beside her.
"Come to me Chris," Thea said – her voice low, thrilling and filled with seductive promise.
Chris seemed to hesitate, half turning as if to leave the room. Then, apparently by an effort of will, he walked rapidly towards the throne, while I kept pace just behind him. As he approached Thea I sensed his discomfort increase. He shifted his gait, obviously to accommodate his swelling prick that was rising unbidden as the goddess's pheromones washed over him.
He halted about three feet from the throne's steps and gulped convulsively at the lustful sight of Thea in her glory. Behind him, I knelt down, awed once more at the brilliance of her power.
"Well Chris," Thea said, "aren't you going to kneel and worship your goddess like Jake?"
He raised his eyes to her then. "No,"he said, "I worship only one God and saviour!" His voice was almost inaudible and seemed to be cracking as his inevitable desire warred with all his instinct and belief.
Thea threw back her head and laughed a low, silvery chuckle. "How very sweet," she said, "I had no idea that you were so old-fashioned Chris. I suppose you also believe that men are superior to women as well? How very foolish of you. If only you could see yourself, you are trembling with lust, you can't help yourself. You prick is as hard as iron and you want to fuck me more than anything you've ever wanted in your life!"
"No!" he said, his voice almost a scream. The sweat poured from him and he shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of the vision before him.
"But yes," Thea continued, "you know it's true. Your desire for me is overwhelming you. All you have to do is to accept it. Admit that I am your living goddess and I will grant you access to my body. Think of it: my tight, slippery cunt sliding over your throbbing prick; my soft pillowy lips sucking the spurting spunk from your spasming tool. You can have it all right now. Paradise on earth – so much better than the vague promise of paradise in the life to come. All you need to do is get down on your knees and worship me."
"No, No!" He cried suddenly. Convulsively his hand left his pocket and I stood to intercept him. But all he held was a small glass jar. "I curse you she-bitch!" He shouted, as he did so throwing the liquid in the jar at Thea. "With this holy water I consign you to hell from where you came!"
