The Black Onyx Pact (41 page)

«It's true that he is a virile man.» continues one of the neighbor ladies while the other three nod. «And he really likes you, my dear.»
«Yes, he said lovely things about you, Sibylle.» says another one. «He said that you are a wonderful person, that you are a sweet girl, that you are generous and lovely. And he was deeply honest while saying that, his voice was filled with respect toward you.»
Sibylle gulps and glances down, strangely touched by those words.
«It's him the one who is truly wonderful. I never felt something so profound and intense with anyone else. With him I never hide anything, on the contrary, he taught me to relax and enjoy my sexuality. I never seen his face but I trusted him so much that I let him take me... from behind.»
She raises her head and finds the faces of nine women, a transsexual and two drag queens staring at her listening carefully.
«I do understand your feelings, Sibylle.» says Nymphe, touching her arm. «It has been the same for me.»
Virginie raises her drawn eyebrows.
«You took it in your rear too?»
Alma hits Virginie on the arm, admonishing her from saying those vulgarities. Sibylle leans back.
«But he will never fall in love with me. Maybe it's this that prevents me from loving him. Claude, instead, already fell in love with me in the past, so he can do it again.»
«He left you once and he can do it again.» says Nora.
Sibylle sighs.
«Why do you think Drakkar cannot fall in love with you?» asks Saphir.
«One like him with one like me? Come on, Saphir, a man head of the Club D could have all the women he wants. I don't want to know how many women he met after he met me.»
«None.» affirms Saphir placing the glass on the tea table in front of her.
Sibylle looks at her, and the others look at them.
«“None”?»
«Exactly.»
«Well, that's not true. He did come to the Sapphic rendezvous of me and Nymphe, without knowing that I would have been
—
»
«He knew it.»
Sibylle stiffens in amazement.
«Oh.» she just says.
Saphir sighs.
«I shouldn't say it, I'm bound to the professional secrecy, but I cannot hold myself when I hear these kind of bullocks. I told Drakkar that you were one of the girls otherwise he didn't want to come at all. First I tried to convince him to come telling him that it was an open rendezvous not an intimate one, and there wouldn't been any sexual intercourse with the women; but he declined. So I had to tell him. It is also true that Drakkar is pretty busy and he doesn't have enough time to meet a different woman each day; but I can tell you that he refused to meet anyone else since he met you. He has never been a sex centric man, and this may sound strange from someone who conceived something like the Club D, but he did it because he believes in the freedom of expression and in sexual freedom too. He hates any kind of destructive judgment which insults the liberty of any individual. He is like a baker who eats few sweets even if he cook thousand of them. I know I can be overprotective toward him and, in fact, I never liked the many women that tried to win his love; but I like you, Sibylle, maybe just because you never expected anything from him, you just take what he wants to give to you
—
»
«And he has big things to give!» asserts Virginie.
«Just like he does with you too.» continues Saphir. «You are two perfect idiots. If you feel something toward each other why don't you just show what you got inside? A person must expose herself, even if that means to risk a deep wound right in the soul. Just those who don't fight don't get wounded.»
Many of the women take a deep breath, thinking of their lives, thinking about their sexuality. From that moment the rest of the evening pass wonderfully well, in an atmosphere of friendship and complicity.
Ambre gives advices on how to be more seductive; Virginie gives advices on how to express femininity with the right dress; Nora gives advices on how to get rid of unwanted men; Alma gives advices on how to have peace of mind; Saphir tells them the most unusual fantasies she had to realize during the years; the two drag queens make an hilarious sketch on how to stimulate men's intimate parts.
The thirteen women feel so well that they talk and joke until the dawn.
 

“Of all passions love is the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.”
 

—
Lao Tzu

~

Asterix, Obelix and Silk

The evening falls, and Asterix and Obelix are in their apartment in the south area of Paris. It's a large and luxurious apartment furnished in Bohemian style. There are antique valuable items; warm tone lamps;
collage
paintings; candles of any color, size and shape; soft colored curtains, while the couches and sofas are of stronger colors.
The two young men are dressed in a black suit, but while waiting they removed the tie and the jacket already. They are not wearing any mask, and are both sitting on a couch drinking cognac.
Someone rings the door bell and they jump up, then Asterix starts to panic.
«There she is! That's Silk! It's her, Vincent, it's her! D
—
do we have the doghouse? Yes. Ok, good, yes, we got it, ok. Now, do we have the rubber bone? Yes, we got that one too. Ok, ok. The bowls! Where are the bowls? Do we have the bowls? Did you put the bowls away? Where did you put the bo
—
»
Obelix's slap takes Asterix by surprise; the boy moves the hand on his sore cheek, looking at his friend with astonishment.
«Try to relax, Jean!» Obelix reproaches him. «It will be fine, it will be a wonderful experience and all will go smoothly if you won't ruin it with your fucking fears!»
He snorts like a bull and goes to open the door. Even if he doesn't show it, he is pretty nervous himself. The truth is that he likes Silk too, but he never said a thing to respect his friend's feelings.
When Obelix opens the door he sees two men of the Club dressed in black and before them, naked and on four legs, there is Silk, panting like a doggy.
Obelix sucks in his lower lip, trying to hold the laughter, and the two men look at each other, irritated by the boy's lack of respect toward the girl. Obelix invites them to enter but they politely decline. Silk, instead, enters and starts to crawl around sniffing the furniture. The two men look at Obelix with an admonishing gaze.
«For this role-playing
madame
Silk's name is Brioche.»
«Yes, we know that, thanks. We know everything we need.»
«Are you sure you do know what to do? Because we didn't like your expression when you saw
madame
Silk. We want that our members meet only respectful people, who don't laugh at them.»
Obelix smiles gently.
«Listen, I appreciate your caring, but me and Asterix have rendezvous with Silk since years, we know every mole of her body and we share many playful situations with her; so, I can assure you that there is not even a remote possibility that I laugh at her. I'm just nervous, and when I'm nervous I stupidly laugh in that way. I wasn't laughing at her, I prefer to cut my tongue than laugh at her. We couldn't laugh at her fantasy because that fantasy will be
our
fantasy today.»
The two men seem reassured by those words.
«Good. Your secret word is
—
»
«Bangkok, like always.»
«That's right. Well, have a good evening then, sir.»
They leave and Obelix closes the door leaning against it with his back and looking at Silk crawling happily around the room. She is beautiful. Her naked body moves sensually; her hair are tied in two side ponytails that look like two doggy ears; a fine lace collar with a metal ring wraps her neck. The man bites his lower lip desiring hug her tight and make love with her for all the evening!
Silk turns to look at him and barks twice with her sweet voice.
«Hey, baby, welcome to your new house.» says softly Obelix, entering straight in his owner role.
She crawls to him with her tongue out, rubs her head against his leg and he squats down to stroke her.
«Hi Brioche. Aww, you are so cute and affectionate. Are you an affectionate doggy, hmmm? Yes, yes you are! Oh yes, yes you are.»
She barks two times again, must be her way to confirm what is said. He smiles, stroking her bare back, her silky back, so smooth and pale. He gives her the back of his hand and she licks it looking in his eyes. Obelix feels the erection beginning to pulse, but he tries to control himself, he wants the game to last as long as she wants.
Asterix enters the room, and when Silk sees him she runs to him barking. Asterix sits on the floor.
«Hi Brioche! Aww, you look so pretty!»
She jumps on him like a really excited dog and he falls back on the ground, laughing loudly while she lies on him licking incessantly his face.
Jules César
—
the beautiful black cat of the two young men
—
is sitting on a desk and is watching attentively what is going on. Elegantly still, with his eyes of the color of the stormy sky, he stares at his owners whom play with that strange naked human. The cat seems almost to frown, but then he lies beginning to lick his dark fur, feeling positive energies in the air. There is nothing to worry about. It's just another craziness of his owners. Strange creatures those humans.
Obelix goes to take a shiny metal bowl from the kitchen, he pours some clean water in it and goes to place it in the corner they prepared for the girl. There is also a blanket, another bowl filled with biscuits (human biscuits, not dog biscuits), and some rubber bones. He puts the shiny bowl on the wooden floor and Silk runs to drink, lapping merrily. Obelix strokes her head and looks at his friend.
«She is really sweet, just how we wanted.»
Asterix gets up, nodding with a smile. Obelix takes a box with various things inside; he sits on the floor and calls her.
«Brioche? Come here, girl, quick!»
She runs to him and he praises her for her obedience, then he shows her some nipple jewelry. There are sparkling decorations, clamps, small chains, and other strange stuff. He chooses two nipple loop with a small hanging bell.
«We want to ornate your beauty, okay?»
She answers with two barks.
«Good girl. Now, sit.»
The girl sits on her thighs, moving her hands near the shoulders, panting happily. Obelix caresses her breasts, taking one in his hand and stimulating the nipple with his thumb, making her yelp of pleasure. When her pink nipple it's hard enough, he ties the loop around it and tightens gently. She looks at her breast and shakes it to hear the little bell tinkling. He smiles and caresses her face, then he does the same thing with the other breast.
«In position, baby.» he orders, getting up.
She goes on four legs again and the two young men look at each other. Asterix takes something from a silver box on the table: it's an anal plug which has the end shaped like a mouse tail, a black rubber mouse tail. Obelix crouches down caressing her back while Asterix sits behind her stroking gently her butt.
«Be good now, Brioche, okay?»
She barks twice, shaking her rear.
«Keep her still.» says Asterix.
Obelix places his big hands on her bottom, spreading her cheeks.
«Mmmm.» say both the men.
«Did you put the lubricant?» asks Obelix.
Asterix nods and position the tip of the butt plug on her tight little wrinkled hole, and begins to push slowly, very slowly.
She closes her eyes, feeling breathless and licking her lips. The butt plug has a narrow head then it becomes round and big as a prune and then again it becomes thin to prevent to slip out easily. The two men praise her for taking it all in her. She shakes her butt making the rubber tail moving fast. They giggles and touch that crazy tail, then they look at each other: that game is more sensual than they thought. Asterix grabs the leash and hooks it at her collar, beginning to walk with her at his side like a real doggy. Obelix walks behind them, mesmerized by that black tail and that delicious butt. The young man tightens his lips while looking at that beautiful girl, admiring her silky naked body, while the sound of the small bells hanging from her nipples accompany her crawling. Asterix leads her all around the house, showing her the rooms, then he heads back to the living room and she goes to drink from her shiny bowl. He frees her from the leash and goes to the couch with his friend. The men sit comfortably and start to sip their cognac again, giving each other a knowing smile. Silks finishes to lap the water and crawls to them. She goes to Obelix brushing her head against his leg, looking him in the eye.
«Aww, she wants attentions. Don't you, Brioche, uh? You want cuddles? Yes? Is our little bitch looking for cuddles? Hmmm? You looking for cuddles, Brioche?» he asks, stroking her back and buttocks.
He takes a coated peanut from the tea table and shows it to her. She barks twice and pants harder, shaking the tail.
«Sit.» orders Obelix.
She sits on her thighs staring at him with her amazing hazel eyes. Obelix takes gently her chin in his hand and pushes back her head, then he places the coated peanut on her forehead and she raises her eyes too, trying to see it.
«Stay
—
Stay, good girl.»
The two men giggle while she stays still panting with her mouth half open. Obelix sips his cognac looking at her.
«Get it.» he orders, and she moves her head making the peanut fall on the floor. She picks it up with her mouth and eats it.
«Now that's a good girl!» he lauds her.
When she finish to eat she licks the back of his hand, moving her head slowly while looking at him. Asterix drinks his cognac assuming a vexed gaze, a little envious of those attentions towards his friend.
«Brioche, come here.» he says after a while, placing the glass on the tea table.
When Silk crawls to him he shows her his hand which she licks passionately.
«Good girl.» says Asterix in a husky voice.
«We really did a good thing adopting this lovely bitch.» affirms Obelix smiling.
«Indeed. I just hope she will behave. Will you behave, Brioche, uh?»
She barks twice and the men giggles again. That game is funny and exciting at the same time. Obelix throws a rubber bone on the rug and she runs to get it, bringing it back to him. The man strokes her firmly, praising her obedience then he gets up and throws it again. She runs to pick it up with her teeth and bring it back to him. The two begin to play for a while, having fun like they really were human and dog. Asterix looks at her with dreamy eyes, licking his lips in seeing that beautiful naked body that smells like vanilla. Suddenly she forgets the rubber bone and goes to the glass door which leads to the balcony and begins to whine, rasping the glass.
«What's the matter, Brioche? You want to go out?» asks Obelix.
She yelps louder and the two young men look at each other, not understanding what she wants. Maybe it was the time to call
‘
Bangkok
’ and stop the game to see what she meant to say with that. Silk crawls back to them, going on the big rug and standing still with her legs open wide as if she were concentrating.
Asterix gets up at once.
«I think she needs to pee!» He spanks her butt. «No! Bad girl!, Bad girl!»
She runs to hide behind a sofa, crying.
«You are a dickhead.» says Obelix slapping Asterix's head while passing by his side.
He goes to crouch down near the sofa and begins to call Silk with a soft voice, tapping his thighs; but she looks scared and doesn't seem she wants to move from her spot.
«Great, you scared her! Are you happy now, idiot?!» growls Obelix against his friend.
«If we won't train her properly she will pee all over the house! Is that what you want?» shouts Asterix.
«She is a lovely and well trained bitch! She told us she wanted to go out and we didn't understand, so it's our fault!» replies Obelix.
«If she rasped the bathroom door we could understand her intentions!» tries to object Asterix.
«Yeah, sure, because dogs pee in the bathroom, right?»
Asterix opens his arms in disbelief while Obelix tries to get Silk closer. The girl goes hesitantly to him with her head low, as she was afraid of his hand. Obelix lets out a sound of tenderness with his throat, speaking gently, telling her she is a good girl, making her wag the tail again. She rests her head on Obelix's thighs looking at him and enjoying the gentle strokes of his hands.
Asterix come close too and she hides her face under Obelix's arm. Asterix clenches his jaw and caresses her back, her thighs, her head. She looks at him and moves to get closer to him, placing her head on his thighs. The two young men say a loud “
aww
” simultaneously then they get up ordering her to follow them. They head to the bathroom, which is a large Gothic-like room: the floor is made of shiny black marble, the walls lights seem made of stone and are shaped like dragon-like figures, the two Gothic big windows have colored mosaic glasses; the bathtub is a black antique clawfoot bathtub, the chandeliers are made of purple glass, the two sinks are places behind some columns and are carved inside a block of stone; there are also paintings and mirrors in golden Baroque frames. But the most beautiful part of the room is the shower cabin: an amazing huge glass cabin where a whole family of five can comfortably take a shower. Up in the ceiling's shower there are hundreds of little holes from where the water falls down like rain; or if one prefers there are two shower heads to the wall side. Also there are two small gargoyles on both sides which pour water from their mouths.
«Come here, Brioche.» says Asterix opening the glass door of the shower.
Silk enters and begins to sniff all around.
«Come on then, baby, pee.» spurs her Asterix.
He and Asterix stay outside the shower, leaning to the side of the glass door. She crawls in the center — right on the drain — turns her back to them, spreads better her legs, lowers her head and concentrates. In those waiting moments all three feel unusually excited. Finally some drops comes out and when the two young men gently encourage her to “do it all” she releases a stream of clear urine.