Page 36 of The Flesh Remembers
“Make her submit to you, Ellie. Take her as I will take you.”
Eleanor nodded softly, her hands still entwined in Marian’s hair. She cupped Marian’s face, bending close to her and kissing her lovingly. It was a gentle kiss full of promise, but it did not linger. Marian moaned softly as if begging for another without words.
Eleanor then quickly grabbed a handful of her brown hair and yanked her head back hard. On the other hand, she slapped Marian across the face again, leaving a red splotch across her left cheek.
“Again!” James whispered to her.
Eleanor slapped Marian again across the other cheek this time. Then, with a force she scarcely knew she possessed; she yanked Marian towards her and crushed her mouth onto Marian’s. The two women kissed passionately as James watched them with a satisfied smile on his lips.
‘Fuck her, Eleanor!” James cried out to her with a vulgarity that she had never heard from him.
“Bend over the dias,” Eleanor told her, indicating that she should drape herself over James’s prone form.
Eleanor picked up a long, smooth metal rod used to conduct electricity and slapped it against her palm. It would do, she thought.
“Lift your skirts, now,” Eleanor commanded Marian, pushing Marian’s head and torso down further until her face was only inches away from James’s erection.
Marian did as Eleanor told her to and lifted her heavy skirts, exposing her legs and smooth backside. Marian wore no bloomers beneath her skirt, and Eleanor wondered if Marian had deliberately removed them, hoping for this very thing to happen.
“Spread your legs!” she said, slapping Marian’s backside with the metal rod, causing her to cry out.
Eleanor took the metal rod and began to rub it up and down Marian’s wet slit. She found Marian’s swollen clitoris and began to rub her there in slow circles. Marian cried out in pleasure, pushing back against the rod as Eleanor continued her assault.
‘Do it, Ellie, fuck her!” James cried out, stronger now than he had sounded before. Perhaps it was working after all.
Eleanor moaned wantonly as she felt the pendant at her throat pulsating, the heat of it almost searing her skin. But instead of fearing the pain of it, Eleanor welcomed it, falling deeper and deeper into this void of pleasure where only James and her pleasure mattered. Even Marian was only a tool used for their desires at that moment.
Eleanor pushed the metal rod in bit by bit, listening to Marian cry out in both pleasure and pain as the thick rod filled her. Once she was completely filled, Eleanor pulled it back out and thrust it back into her more forcefully than before, relishing the moans and cries that came from Marian’s parted lips.
As Eleanor continued to thrust the rod in and out of her wet hole, James grabbed his hard member and guided it to Marian’s mouth. As Marian moaned, James pushed the tip of it into her mouth, where she eagerly began to take it as deeply as she could.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence and the wet sounds of sex filling the room. Then, Marian began to cry out loud, arching her back and thrusting back against the rod.
“I think she’s coming, darling!” James moaned, his head on Marian’s head as she continued to suck him.
Marian gave one last loud cry, her entire body shaking as the orgasm flooded her with the intensity of a broken dam.
Eleanor removed the rod and slipped the end into her mouth, not knowing why, so she could taste Marian’s sweet juices.
Then, without warning, James grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him.
“I’m coming, Elie! I feel stronger, I do!”
Eleanor bent down to James, their lips only a hair’s breadth away.
“I love you, Ellie,” he said to her in such a heartbreakingly normal, ordinary voice. He was still in there, her James. For a fleeting moment, she could see it in his eyes.
“I love you, too,” Eleanor whispered, tears clouding her eyes though she would not let them fall. Eleanor bent her head and kissed James, his lips cold, still tasting of the earth, but she did not care. She held onto him tightly as he came, his body seizing, his muscles clenching, his cry filling her in such a way that she wondered for a moment if she had felt that orgasm too.
After it was over and they all had dressed and regained some of their composure, Marian and Eleanor noticed how tired James now looked.
“Oh, James, you should rest, darling.” Eleanor straightened herself, forcing calm into her trembling hands.
“Yes,” Marian agreed. “Come and lie down.” The two women guided him away from the machine, his weakened body leaning heavily on them as they crossed to the cot in the corner.
“Yes, rest.” He muttered, his eyes fluttering shut before they eased him down. They pulled a blanket over his pale form, though Eleanor doubted he could feel the cold anymore. His breaths were shallow, his chest rising and falling like the ghost of a storm.
Eleanor turned to Marian, her gaze catching on the blood still trickling from the bite mark on her neck. The sight sent a pang through her. “We need to talk about what happened,” she said softly.
