How
fortunate for Fergus to discover that crystal wand, the very device which
transported him to this very place. He never knew such things existed, but with
his true love dead actually pushed to suicide he had to get some answers,
and the wand was his salvation.
He recalled a particular afternoon when he and
the man called Larry Morrow crossed paths. Morrow was accompanied by a
spectacularly beautiful woman, one of his latest conquests, Fergus surmised.
Anyway, when he and this woman met, it was as if looking into the distant past.
Astrid was no ordinary woman; she had incomprehensible powers which would spell
the end of Lawrence Morrow.
But Astrid only knew me as 'Evan Tanguy', my future
self. I wonder if she knew who I actually was...Evelyn's true love...Evelyn was
her sister. That's what she hastily told me while Larry was busy with a business
phone call...
Fergus further recalled Astrid quickly giving him something: a
crystal wand that had the power to transport the bearer to another era. She told
him, "Point this to the sun. Then you shall find what you seek."
That was all
she told him before Larry returned, grasping Astrid as if she was a prize he
would never let go. That was the last time Fergus saw Astrid. It was also the
last day of Lawrence Morrow's life.
"Fergus?" The sound of Griselda's voice
jolted him to reality. She approached the table where he sat, extended her hand
and introduced herself. Gallantly, he kissed her hand and graciously said, "Ah,
Lady Fairfax, I am Fergus. Please, sit. Shall I order refreshment?"
Griselda,
surveying with satisfaction this lanky, red-haired gentleman, sat, replying,
"Oh, Fergus, do call me Griselda. And yes, I could use a nice ale."
Fergus
smiled then summoned Alice Inskeep to take his order. He wondered what Griselda
had on her mind and asked just that.
"It is a good thing," she said, "that you
chose an isolated spot in this place. Therefore, I can tell you why I came to
see you. There is trouble afoot, and my husband and his hired minions are, as
usual, in the thick of it."
******
"Morrow was very attentive to me those first few days, even gentlemanly. But,
on that first night, he showed that cruel, vindictive side."
The dragon Samira,
still recounting her adventure in the distant future, began her tale of
perverted passion and revenge. Medra and Morib winced as Samira recalled those
sessions with Larry. Always, he had to get the upper hand, force 'Astrid' to
perform sexual acts that would give a seasoned prostitute pause.
"He admitted he
tried to do these things with his wife. But he said that since he now had a more
pliable 'mate', he could exercise every fetish, every disgusting perversion in
his arsenal."
Medra couldn't quite fathom how such evil brutality could run so
deep in one's bloodline. To be sure, this Lawrence Morrow is a direct descendent
of both Theodoric and Edgard. Well, by way of marriage to Theodoric's cousin,
Lady Pavia, those awful traits passed their way down the generations. But why
not just stamp out Theodoric and Edgard in their own time? Surely the bloodline
would stop instantly With neither man left alive, there would be no marriage,
no children, and no subsequent generations resulting in the 21st Century
Morrows.
Samira had her reasons for defeating her enemies this way, and she
revealed such when she continued her tale.
"As I said, Morrow's first wife,
Evelyn, was my sister. Now, I know you wonder why my sibling ended up in the
distant future. You see, it was long ago...Long before I met you and Mirinda,
that Evelyn decided to visit the future out of curiosity."
Samira went on to
recount how Evelyn the dragon transformed herself into human form, took the
magic crystal wand, and transported herself to the late 1980's, where she met
Evan Tanguy. Now, it was firmly established that Tanguy was, from time
immemorial, Lawrence Morrow's sworn rival. Whatever Tanguy accomplished, or
attempted to accomplish, was usurped by a greedy, grasping Larry. Evan's
business ventures, even the woman he loved, were taken from him.
Why? What were
the deep reasons for all this hatred of a man who never made a single enemy in
his life? Evan, a mild-mannered, kindhearted soul, was one of those gentlemen
people like Larry Morrow despised. But it had to go much deeper than that.
So
Samira, upon learning her sister's fate, decided to wipe out the Fairfax lineage
at the end, not the beginning. She also wanted to reunite a special woman
with a long lost love, and a special man with the son he could only admire and
love from afar. All this would come at a price: Samira's dignity and
self-respect. As much as the sexy dragon enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh,
nothing prepared her for the cruel, dark designs of Lawrence Morrow.
°°°°°°
"Come closer, Astrid...There, stand in the light where I can admire you...Ah,
you are so lovely and fetching in that outfit..."
Larry lay on the bed, wearing
nothing more than a leather G-string. He watched as Astrid stripped off her
tight black leather dress, revealing the briefest black satin bra, matching
thong, stockings, and high platform shoes. It was another night of degrading
passion that Astrid had to endure in the name of love and revenge. She knew it
was all for a good cause, and she indulged Larry in these bizarre bedroom games.
Ordinarily Astrid loved to play fetish games, light bondage, and other
delightful perversions. Nothing that harms, injures, or degrades, but this time,
with Larry, the thrill of sexual pursuit left Astrid cold. He made her perform
bizarre acts against her will, made her wear fetish clothing that constricted
rather than enhanced her erotic enjoyment.
She never forgot that first time,
after dinner when she verbally put down Jamie. Although she was assured Larry
wouldn't get back at her for that faux pas giving his daughter a much deserved
dressing down Astrid soon learned that no one ever maltreated Larry's
children. Well, as far as Paul was concerned, Larry didn't care. But
Jamie...
That night, after the children left for the night, leaving Larry and Astrid
alone in that big house, things took a very cruel twist. He led her to his
bedroom then proceeded to take what he felt was his right.
Larry, not waiting
for Astrid to make the first move, immediately slapped the woman repeatedly,
calling her all sorts of filthy names. He slammed her to the floor, ignoring her
protests.
"What are you doing?," she cried. "Stop! No!"
The words fell on deaf
ears as Larry proceeded to strip Astrid of her clothes. He then roughly dragged
her by the hair, pulling her to her feet. A stunned Astrid still protested, but
Larry paid no attention as he threw her on the bed. Taking a rope from the
nightstand, he tied Astrid spread-eagle on the bed, parting her legs for easy
access.
Completely naked, Astrid was so tightly bound she couldn't move much,
not so much as a wiggle. She wondered whatever offense she committed earned this
sort of treatment. In the back of her mind, Astrid knew that this man was not at
all like the courteous gentleman at dinner, not the man who wined and dined her
the previous days since their initial meeting. Why was he doing this to her?
Larry, now stripped of his clothing, wearing nothing but a black leather thong,
took a whip and began to mercilessly flog a helpless Astrid. She cried and
whimpered in pain with every beat of the lash. Her flawless ivory skin was now
marked with ugly red welts; the pain was excruciating. All the while, she noticed
how Larry seemed to enjoy every bit of the pain he inflicted upon her. He even
smiled as he continued to beat her.
Now, noticing the huge bulge of his
erection, Astrid finally realized she was dealing with a full blown sadist, a
man whose sole sexual outlet was to inflict pain, to derive pleasure from
another's suffering.
She wondered if he subjected his wife, Evelyn, to this same
abuse. The more she thought of Evelyn, suffering at the hands of tyrannical,
overtly sadistic husband, the more she hated Lawrence Morrow. Astrid couldn't
wait for the day when she finally confronted Larry with the truth, and have her
long sought after revenge.
Abruptly, Larry stopped flogging Astrid, flinging
himself on top of her bleeding, bruised body. She felt the hardness of his
member as he roughly lifted her body to fit his. Painfully, brutally, he rammed
himself up her dry unprepared vagina, ripping the delicate tissues within. He
didn't care if Astrid protested, cried out in pain, or tried to fight him off;
he continued to batter her, barbarically thrusting through her now bleeding
feminine depths. She felt the blood trickling from her vagina, endured the
searing pain throughout her body.
Tied on the bed, virtually helpless, Astrid, in
her mind, conjured visions of revenge. She so desperately wished to give Larry a
proper comeuppance. Then, in her mind, she saw them all: Lucy, Mirinda, Ulric
and Murie...all of Theodoric and Edgard's hapless victims.
It is
true...All the inherent cruelty, bloodlust, and ruthlessness so apparent in
those medieval men is present in the Morrow bloodline. Lawrence has all those
traits, and now said traits have been passed to the daughter, Jamie. O, I must
stop this man and the daughter before they inflict more damage upon the
helpless, the innocent, the disadvantaged...
Larry emitted a deep wild groan as
his rock-hard penis continued to surge through Astrid's vitals. She felt his
member swell and throb within her, the tip plowing and tearing its way into the
cervix, even the womb itself. Within seconds Larry's orgasm overtook him,
sending his body into twitching, frenzied fits of satisfaction. He never cared
if she enjoyed it; he only looked out for his own pleasure. And to think
that Evelyn had to endure such brutal perversion...
At last, he exploded, the precious seed erupted and flowed into Astrid's body. He twitched and flexed his body as Astrid tried to reciprocate, but she couldn't wouldn't. No way would she give him the satisfaction that she enjoyed this degrading, dehumanizing session. Besides, come the next encounter, she'll be prepared for him, then...Wham! He won't know what hit him...
°°°°°°
"Oh my! Samira, I had no idea the pain, the excruciating agony..."
Medra, now
in tears, embraced her draconic friend and lover, thoroughly understanding why
Samira so wanted to get her revenge. So, this man, Lawrence Morrow, manifested
every cruel trait of his forebears, and he often subjected his own wife
Samira's sister to the same depraved debauchery.
"But," said Samira, nuzzling
Medra, "I had one more trump card to play. Now knowing of Lawrence's sexual
peculiarities, I had to put my plans into motion. That is, I made sure the next
coupling would be his last. I was ready for him..."
°°°°°°
Astrid, now healed of the wounds Larry inflicted upon her, bided her time.
She made up her mind that THIS time, Lawrence Morrow will not get his way
tonight. She sat in the quiet of her hotel room, firmly requesting the desk
clerk beforehand that no one disturb her.
She took out a curious item: a mirror
but not any ordinary looking-glass. It was a magical item for communicating with others across
the debris of time and space. Astrid, now dressed for the evening, spoke into
that mirror, "Firefer!"
The mirror glowed and shimmered with a milky
iridescence, then an image of a young woman appeared.
"Medra," she said, "it is
nearly over. I'll have Lawrence where I want him tonight!"
Then, she sent
another message, this time to the stranger who would soon travel to faraway
Ninegates.
"Fergus," she said, "I thank you for tweaking timely events.
Vengeance
shall be ours at last. Your true love's death shall be avenged, and the
bloodline of Theodoric and Edgard vanquished forever. Now, here is what I want
you to do..."
She gave further instructions to Fergus, who had yet to set foot
in medieval Ninegates. He said he would do exactly what Astrid told him, and
that he had other tricks up his sleeve that would to borrow a colloquialism
"Blow their minds!"
Smiling with satisfaction, Astrid returned the magical
mirror to its black velvet bag, then she made a quick phone call.
"Lillie," she
said as soon as her party picked up on the other end, "will Larry be home
tonight? Alone? Good! Now, I want you to call him, pass along this message: Tell
him that Astrid will call on him tonight and is literally begging to be
'disciplined' again. Tell him that she has at last found the man who gives her
what she craves. Yes, that should set him up for the shock of his life. Oh, and
Lillie? I thank you for all your help. Your efforts will not go unrewarded."
Ah, thought Astrid after she ended the call, finally all shall come to an end. Dear Lawrence will be quite surprised at my 'surprise'.
TO BE CONTINUED...GO TO CHAPTER 8!
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