Chapter Six – Jack
Chapter Six
Jack
We went through the back room, past the spatters of blood on the ground, the tumbled furniture, someone else’s tooth, and into backstage.
It was like going into a different world—it smelled like fruits and candies, and a mist of Aqua-net might’ve permanently been in the air.
Vanity mirrors were surrounded by bright lights, some of them flickering, and the edges of the mirrors held feather boas and fresh thongs.
Thea—my mind begged me, urging me to remember, to get to wherever she’d been taken to.
Rosalie led me through one more doorway and I realized we were inside her private room.
She had her own mirror and make-up, and the rest of the room held a couch, two plush chairs, and an overstuffed closet where clothes covered in sequins strained to get out.
She closed the door behind us and pulled a white satin robe off a hook and on.
And when she was done she turned to survey me.
“You are a good fighter—but a stupid man.” She lifted a casual hand and snapped her fingers. “There. Now you’re you. What’s your name?”
I blinked, feeling free for the first time since she’d started talking. “I have to go.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Where?”
“I—I don’t know. Wherever they took her. Do you know where?”
“Yes.” Her head tilted and she gave me a smug smile. “But—you and what army, as they say?” Her French accent was amused. “Do you have friends? Ones willing to die for you and your stripper?”
“Girlfriend,” I corrected, in case that’d make her more inclined to help me.
“Really,” she said, with a snide tone of disbelief.
“We’ve been seeing each other.”
She tsked. “I hate to tell you, lover-boy, but she’s been seeing a lot of people. It may come as a surprise, but your dearest darling is an attention whore.”
Rosalie had just confirmed all my deepest fears—that while Thea was precious to me, I was not special to her, and yet…. “That doesn’t make him hitting her right.”
She rocked back slightly, eyes half-lidded in concentration. “True. But your noble heart doesn’t change the odds. Still though, you must really love her, if you can remember her after my show.” She walked around me in a circle, tracing a hand over my arm, my chest, my back.
“What was that tonight? What did you do to us?”
“Just a trick. There’s a hundred hypnotists on the Strip that could do the same, easily.”
She sounded dismissive—and I knew she was lying. I knew how I’d felt, how hard I’d had to hold on to Thea’s memory. But now that I was free of her ‘tricks’ I needed to do something quickly. “Are you going to help me? Or not?”
“Yes,” she said, returning to stand in front of me. “But only because you may be of some use.”
I had no idea what I could possibly do to help some stripper hypno-queen, but it didn’t matter. “Good. Tell me who took her and where, so I can tell the police.”
“Oh?” she said, then burst out laughing.
“You are a charming fool! The men she’s with—they either own the cops—or the few good ones are waiting for a big enough bust to make rocking the boat worthwhile.
I regret to tell you that none of them are going to go out of their way to help your precious Ruby. ”
“Thea.”
“Thea,” she corrected, with a smirk.
I waited, eyes scanning the room. Was the bouncer out there getting back-up? Making calls to someone who had guns? “Then—how can you help me?” Whatever it was, we needed to start doing it fast. “Tell me where—"
“You really do love her?” she interrupted. Her hands fell to her robe’s sash, and she started circling me again, like a shark.
“I do.” I wish I’d told Thea as much before all this—that I’d managed to be a stronger man, and risk rejection to gain the truth.
One of her eyebrows delicately arched. “And you’re willing to do anything to save her? Anything I tell you to do?”
“As long as it saves her, I am.” My intentions solidified. I’d rescued Thea once, I would rescue her again.
“And you mean that?” she purred. “No matter what needs to be done?”
I nodded, at first slow, and then more strongly. I knew I was sealing a pact of some sort, but at the end of it was Thea.
At that, Rosalie untied her robe’s sash, and I heard the soft whoosh of fabric as her robe fell to the ground, leaving her naked again. I blinked. “What’re you—"
“Shh,” she hushed me. “Be quiet, and behave,” she commanded, compelling me anew. “If you want to save her as badly as you say you do, you’re going to have to do it my way.”
I did what I was told and swallowed.
She paced forward and eyed me again, as if measuring me, and then pulled me toward her wide velvet couch.
She sat down first, spreading her legs wide.
I looked away and she laughed. “A prude? No. That won’t do,” she said with a laugh, then gestured.
Come here,” she commanded. “Turn around, and sit down,” she said, while patting the space between her thighs.
I did as I was told instantly, without thinking. She wrapped herself around me, encircling me with her dark legs as I felt her breasts press against my back. “You smell nice,” she whispered to herself, breathing me in.
How was this helping Thea, who even now was off with some monster? I tried to strain, to free myself to ask, but there was no breaking free.
Rosalie played her hands up and down my chest, feeling the muscles my shirt barely hid, then tugged it up out of my belt to touch skin. She made an appreciative sound. “So strong. You’ll make such a good plaything, I can tell. I might even keep you for myself, for a time.”
My shirt rose higher, until I could feel her skin against mine and after that she gasped.
“Look at you!” She climbed higher so that she could see my chest. “A magic man!” Her hands inspected my tattoos, pushing me forward, pulling me back, until she’d seen and touched them all. “I’m magic too, you know. If you’re lucky, I will show you.”
Thea!
She breathed me in again, lips grazing against my neck, one hand in my hair.
She arched her hips forward, grinding herself against me.
“Yes. This is right,” she said, but I had no such surety.
What the fuck was going on? Why couldn’t I get free?
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on what I knew was true. Thea. Thea. Thea.
“You never did tell me your name,” Rosalie said. “Speak it,” she commanded.
“Jack,” I answered.
She laughed to herself. “How fitting.” And her hands reached around me to undo my belt buckle as she kissed my back. When the buckle was undone, she went for the button-fly of my jeans, opening them one by one, reaching inside blindly to find my cock.
“Get hard, Jack,” she whispered in my ear as her hand wrapped me.
My blood sank. I didn’t want to—this was a waste of time! I needed to go, to rescue Thea—but I couldn’t move an inch off of her couch. All I could do was look down and see her hand against me, the contrast between our skin colors striking.
“I want you harder than you’ve ever been,” she whispered, and my body betrayed me. “Oh—that’s nice,” she said as my girth became more solid. “Someday—oh how I will use that cock.”
Her breath on my neck was warm, and she continued to kiss me, my ear, my jaw, my collarbone, as her grinding behind me began anew. I could feel the folds of her pussy rubbing against me, the rhythmic way she pulsed against my back, using me to pleasure herself.
Thea!
And then her hand started slowly stroking.
I didn’t want to respond—I needed to go! Where was Thea and what was happening to her?—but there was no way not to—it was like my cock was a separate entity, a traitor to the rest of me, a monster wanting to be fed. My breath caught and quickened, and at that she purred.
“See? Your body knows what it wants. Just as mine does.” She reached between us with her free hand and separated herself from me for a moment, then started stroking my back in arcane patterns, streaking it with wetness gleaned from her pussy.
“When this is over Jack, you might have saved Thea, but you will be mine. I will snap and you will come. I’ll say fuck and you’ll ask who. ”
Her hand’s rhythm sped up around my shaft. “How many times did you push this cock in and out of her? You’re mad at me now—but I’m giving you a lifetime of pussy, Jack. All the pussy in the world.”
Her hips bobbed against my back as her mouth bit at my ear. Where was Thea, and what was happening to me? Rosalie’s expert hand knew just how long to make each stroke, how fast to go, how much pressure to apply. The need to come rose up inside, unbidden.
“Not yet,” she said, stopping her hand and pinching my tip.
Her hips stroked hard against me, the muscles of her legs pulling her close and then pushing her back again.
I could feel broad swathes of her wetness as her pussy anointed me.
“Oh, magic man,” she purred, sliding on and off.
“Soon all your magic will be mine.” Her voice was breathy, soft, and the way she rocked into me more firmly, pressing harder, longer, making her grinding contact more rough.
“Oh yes—ohhhh,” she moaned, rocking back into the couch, letting go of me entirely.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, with three hard strokes down.
I could feel her shuddering behind me, her legs quivering in the nest they’d made around me. And the next sound she made was an indulgent one. “See?” she said, leaning forward, bringing her hand back around to touch my cock.
The hand she stroked me with was wet now, from herself. The extra lubrication made her hand feel like a pussy and—Thea—oh Thea—
Rosalie covered me with her body once again, her chin digging against my neck. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
And as she said it, I was. All I could do was pant and nod.
“Do you want to come inside my hand?” she asked, licking the shell of my ear. My hips thrust in helpless answer, and she laughed. “You would do anything to save her, wouldn’t you.”
It wasn’t even a question. It didn’t need to be. “Anything,” I managed to growl through gritted teeth.
“So willful! So strong!” She seemed pleased, her breath hot against my neck.
“Good. Because after this…there will be no turning back.” She started stroking me in earnest, then reached around to push two fingers into my mouth.
They tasted like her, and she used them like a fish-hook to twist my head down and away from her, exposing my neck to her mouth.
“Give me your cum, Jack. I want to feel the heat of it, I want to watch you spurt, when you can no longer stop yourself.”
I began to have an inkling of the devil’s pact I’d signed. Nothing here was right or sane. Rosalie was up in my head somehow, and I couldn’t get her out. It scared me, but I also couldn’t help but obey.
“That’s right,” she said, licking a line up my neck. “You’re so strong, Jack. But no man is stronger than I am,” she whispered. “Come for me.”
My body listened. My hips thrust forward into her hand and then I came like a volcano, cum geysering as she kept stroking it out of me. I thrashed against her, unable to groan but still needing to express the awesome horror of what she’d done.
I watched her bring one hand full of my cum up to her mouth and saw her lick her palm roughly out of the corner of my eye, my head still twisted by her fingers and heard her say, “Fluids seal a pact.”
Then teeth grew, fangs like a snake’s, which made sense because that was clearly what she was, some sort of slithering demon, and she plunged them into my neck.
I wanted to scream but couldn’t, trapped by her earlier command, but I could spasm in surprise, the end of my orgasm changing into something terrified.
Her fangs ground into me, tearing muscle, hitting bone, as they ripped into my flesh, and I felt the heat of my own blood running down my chest.
I was dying here—without Thea.
Rosalie reared up, her mouth bloody—with my blood!—fangs still out, looking triumphant.
“Bite, my foolish child,” she said, and I bit down on her fingers in my mouth just like she’d told me too.
My teeth pierced her skin and her blood, sweet and tangy, poured out of them, filling my mouth—I let it slosh out of my lips in horror.
“Swallow,” she commanded, and I did—I had too—and felt a thick mouthful slide back and down, landing in my stomach like a lead weight. My stomach burbled against it—I was instantly sure it was poisoning me.
“Good,” she said, her eyes glittering. “Very good, Jack.” She pulled her hand out of my mouth and somehow it was whole.
Released from her spell, I raised a frightened hand and felt streaks of my clotting blood against my cotton shirt, but found my neck itself intact.
She leaned back on the couch behind me, reaching out to stroke my hair.
“It’s a rare gift that I’ve given you, Jack. You should feel very special.”
I didn’t—maybe her ability to coerce me to do things was fading. Suddenly my vision started to go dark. “What’s happening to me?” I asked. I started to panic, even more so than I had been.
She kept stroking my hair. “Don’t worry, it’s normal. You’ll be out for three days while you change. I’ll protect you, of course. I might even see fit to use you some between now and then. Too bad you won’t remember.”
I tried to say something else, but my throat closed. Acid rose in my stomach and my limbs were going numb. The world shrank in on itself, and I could almost feel my mind slow.
I already knew I’d made an epically bad decision, and as everything went black I only had time for one last thought.
Thea—what have I done?