Sharon is surprised and impressed at the strength Jim’s anger has brought out but knows in her heart that, physically, he is no match for her Mysterite. For in all his varied incarnations, Mysterite had made love with an easy power, lifting her body at will and manipulating her as if she was a doll.
The idea of two men fighting over her filled her with a perplexing mix of horror and exhilaration. Afterwards, of course, when Mysterite had finished him off, she would tend Jim’s bruises .… if she had the chance. Oh God forbid! but she would be the prize. She would resist! She must resist, but what chance against him? Well she would not,absolutely not, enjoy it. Even when Mysterite orgasmed in his unmistakably spectacular way, when she would most likely go wild like always, hating herself for her lack of control, she would not … or was she just fooling herself? Then Jim’s humiliation; tending the bruises of the mind. She would say it didn’t matter; he would know it did. What future for them? Suspicion and coldness she feared, dreading the barren years.
”Jim, this is a really bad idea.”
”Huh! We’ll see.”
Suddenly they hear footsteps. Jim opens a door, looks quickly in and with “Its OK. Everyone’s at lunch break,” drags Sharon after him. The room is full of unattended monitors. Passing through Sharon catches glimpses of the empty corridors, her fellow pupils in the rest room, others strolling with arms linked in the grounds, two of Jim’s colleagues setting out the artificial phalluses for the afternoon oral sex class, more empty corridors, a semi-naked girl chained to a bed sucking the toes of her masked master, the empty BE Suite …
Before Sharon can speak Jim is jerking her out of the door at the far side. She stumbles across a hall, cursing inwardly her impractical choice of shoes. Jim flings open a door and drags her into a familiar room. She had looked in from outside that window on the right during her nocturnal adventure two nights ago. Now the lines of monitors sit blank and unmanned but Jim makes for the first row of men seated with their backs to him. Before anyone can move, he grabs the nearest by his shoulder and, growling something unintelligible, spins him round to face Sharon. She stifles a squeal …..
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