Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2014 07:01:50 -0800 (PST)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Four) for bisexual / adult-friends

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The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Four)




Rex crept quietly into his own home a few doors down the road from Madame
Hilda's.

He immediately became concerned as he found the front door still
unlocked...so late at night!

He pushed in and was met in the hall by a tall dark Silas...standing in the
light of the bulb at the top of the stairs. To Rex, who normally found him
sexy...he looked menacing!

"Rex, finally...you're home!" Silas breathed in his cat-like tones.

"Yes...what's wrong? Is Collin ok? I know...that you know where I was...and
you were to look after Collin. I know it all. How is he?" Rex said lurching
in and slamming the front door.

"Collin is...sort of unwell. We went out, late and he...went to this club
with me...and tried to get a trick!" Silas said placing a bony hand on
Rex's large shoulder.

"What? I don't believe it!" Rex stammered.

"I know you thought he gave it all up...was on the path to being a good
nephew...it's all an act...he's a slut and tried to get paid for giving a
blow job. He really got beat up. I tried to help...I barely got him
home. He's in rough shape!" Silas said in a wily way, his eyes glinting
like fire.

"No....no! He's not a slut! You must call the police. He's a good
nephew...really!" Rex said in near desperation.

"Hey, Rex....he was soliciting. He's in trouble if you call the cops. Sure,
he got the hell knocked out of him in a back alley...but he is to blame. I
warned him. He told me to fuck off....he's a bad egg!" Silas surmised
gravely and sauntered out into the dark night.

Rex shut the front door as Silas vanished and zoomed up the stairs to see
Collin. He knew Collin was not a slut, not a prostitute...he was his
responsibility as his nephew and he knew he failed him....completely!

Uncle Rex burst into Collin's small bedroom expecting the worst based on
what that odd Silas had just said...and his eyes found more than he
bargained for.

Collin lay in the light of a bedside lamp covered by a thin bed sheet; his
face all bruised and a lump on his forehead like a ripe plum caught his
uncle's eyes immediately.

"Oh, No! NO!!!" Rex moaned as he moved forward and pulled the sheet down.

His nephew's thin 23 year-old form lay naked and covered with deep red
scratches from ankles to neck...as if someone or something had raked him
with claws. Some were bleeding, others were crusting over. Collin's body
rolled over and a painful moan came forth from his dry lips.

Rex pulled the sheet up and cradled his nephew's whole body in his arms.
"Oh, Collin...my sweet Collin! How did I let this happen? HOW?"

Collin began to wake, his near black eye lids fluttered and just opened a
fraction.  "Uncle Rex? Is that you? I feel awful...so damn
awful. What...what happened to me?"

"Shhh. Relax. You've been beaten up and ...raped? I am not sure. Silas was
not very helpful, he said a great deal of stuff about you and what
happened...but I really don't trust him...you were right, Collin. Something
is wrong with Hilda and Silas...something dreadful and scary!"  Uncle Rex
whispered as he rocked Collin gently.

Collin jumped at the name...Silas.

"He....he did this. I know it...I think. I can't recall much. We were here
and Rolf came by. Silas was very sexual and strong...kissing
me...darkness...very dark! Pain...ouch...he...hurt me!  I can't prove
it...but he did this to me!"  Collin sobbed freely as his uncle held him.

Uncle Rex carried on.  "He said you went to a club at some point and
you...tried to pick up a trick for money in an alley and this got
nasty...Silas called you a bad egg...a slut!"

"NO! Uncle Rex, I love you...and never would hurt you...ever! I am no
prostitute! And we did not go clubbing...no way. Ouch....I feel sick. My
head throbs!" Collin screeched as he felt the huge lump on his forehead
with a shaky hand and tears rolled down his bruised cheeks.

Rex looked into Collin's teary eyes and spoke.  "I know. And you are right
about all this recent stuff with Madame Hilda. I feel...almost like I have
been possessed. She got me drunk last night...and...and..."

Collin's uncle was now at a loss for words. How could he confess to sweet
Collin that Hilda had sexually dominated him...for hours!

"Uncle Rex, she hurt you. Silas...the fucker...hurt me. We both have been
victims of their strange demonic world. I can't be sure...but I know Silas
is just as evil as Hilda....maybe worse!" Collin said weakly rising up, his
eyes could not focus...his spectacles were gone.

"Sweetie, your new glasses are broken at the foot of the steps...each lens
is crushed. They have been stepped on I think." Uncle Rex added as he bent
forward and kissed Collin's swollen bump.

"Ouch!" Collin flinched but truly loved the extra attention from his much
loved uncle.

"I'll sort out new spectacles for you with the same frame. Just give me
your prescription and I'll do it today...ok?" Uncle Rex said rubbing his
nephew's arm with soothing strokes.

"Sure. And Uncle Rex...I love you! I'd never....ever hurt you or do
anything to shame you...EVER!" Collin asserted in a croaky voice as his
head nestled closer to his uncle's firm chest muscles. Even through his
suit coat and shirt...Uncle Rex felt delightful and Collin was in
heaven. Bruised and beaten...but in heaven!

"Look, Collin...maybe I should report this to the police...it might really
be for the best!"  Uncle Rex proposed gently.

"No. It's my fault for ever letting Silas in here. I recall Rolf wanting to
stay and said he didn't need to. Rolf knew Silas was up to no good. Leave
it be. We know not to trust Hilda and her little evil helper
Silas...ever!!!" Collin asserted as he closed his eyes and felt the warmth
of Uncle Rex radiating into his being.

"I want Rolf to drop in tonight after he closes the shop. And we both are
taking today off from work...we need some time together...and time to just
recover from this fucking wild experience!" Uncle Rex stated in a no
nonsense tone that Collin knew and loved.


Strong Rex lifted Collin's limp body off the bed and the sheet fell away
exposing his nude abused flesh. Collin did not care and felt safe as his
uncle moved down the hall and into the bathroom. Gently he placed Collin
and the closed seat of the toilet and began to run a warm, sudsy bath in
the large tub.

"You need a nice long soak and gentle washing...I'll stay and do it. You
just relax...I'm here!" Uncle Rex crooned in a mellow way that made Collin
nearly forget his aches and pains.

Rex pried off his suit coat and stripped off his rumpled dress shirt; the
silk tie was clumsily tucked in the shirt pocket and looked slightly out of
place to Collin who sat eagerly watching his uncle through rather blurred
vision.

Collin could just about see his uncle's sculptured chest covered with rusty
ringlets of hair as he was lifted into the warm soothing waters of the
bath. His uncle's strong hands rubbed his sore body from head to toes in
the serenity of the sudsy foam...he felt the capable hands wash his limp
cock, move along his tender ass...gently without the slightest sexual
intent...just love and respect.

Rex cleansed his nephew and monitored a long soak as he sat in his now
sodden suit trousers on the edge of the bath...never taking his eyes off
his charge for fear of him passing out again and drowning in the depths of
the tub. Rex felt very much responsible for the entire tragedy and had no
intention...ever for letting anything come in the way of his duties as a
good, loving uncle!

Uncle Rex made this solemn oath to himself as he sat there with a serene
Collin...but he felt a queer sensation deep inside his soul. A tugging,
pulling...gnawing. Very much a subtle far away feeling...but disturbing to
Rex...VERY!






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At 7AM Silas used his keys and let himself into Mistress Hilda's. He knew
she wanted him early today...a full report on his evening with Collin was
expected and he prayed for some scraps of juicy information about his dear
Hilda's night with sexy Rex.

Silas crept forward and closed the front door. The house was dark since no
curtains had been pulled open yet. He guessed his mistress was still in
bed...he wondered if she was still in deep reverie after her night with
Rex. He smiled slyly to himself...Rex was a fine mature stud and worth all
the effort...oh, yes!

He peeped into the cluttered sitting room/office area...all quiet. He
pulled open the front curtains and saw all the melted candles here and
there. The faint aromatic scent still permeated the heavy air. The couch
covering was all askew...the signs of frenzied sex passion loomed
large. Silas's long thin cock bulged in his day-old trousers and undies. He
never really had a chance to get home at after 3AM...he had spent the night
wandering the streets of London and dreaming of his own chances to seduce
dear Rex...if and only if his mistress allowed it. He highly doubted that
very much. He let his grimy hand stroke his firm basket...pre-cum oozed
from his cock slit over his tight foreskin. He felt very sexual....alive!

His mind revisited his night ravishing unconscious Collin, the creep...he
really gave it to him!  He hated Collin...no way would he fuck that skunk
with his precious cock...he smiled...his fingers and nails had that
pleasure. He raised his sticky fingers to his nose...the scent of Collin's
spent ass met his nostrils...he licked them clean and giggled aloud.

Hilda stepped gingerly off the bottom step and surprised Silas from his
reverie.

Silas spun round and admired a flushed Hilda dressed only in a flimsy
dressing gown tied round her large chubby waistline. Her voluminous breasts
nearly escaped the fabric folds as she crept forward on her bare feet.

"I feel delightful! I am in sweet heaven my dear Silas, and for a medium
who is really a witch....that says lots! I dare say my pussy is filled to
overflowing with Rex's seed; dripping as it would appear from the moisture
that seems to be oozing forth from between my satiated cunny lips!"  Hilda
giggled as she sat before Silas on the untidy couch with a highly pleased
grin on her round face.

The surge sexual energy that Silas experienced as he imagined Hilda's pussy
filled with dear sexy Rex's cum made him weak at the knees.

"Oh, Mistress! You are so lucky!" Silas simpered as he fell before her feet
on the carpet.

"I know and luck had nothing to do with it. Planning Sweet Silas, planning
and carefully crafted magical interventions are to be thanked and praised!
The darkness of my ways has its benefits and Rex...he's all mine now!"
Hilda laughed and spread wide her legs so that Silas viewed her gapping
snatch in all its juicy glory.

Silas was wonder struck. He had never seen a pussy so up close and never
had dreamed of seeing his Mistress's female cavity for a close
inspection...ever! The dark swirls of pubic hair resting atop a pair of
deep reddish outer lips that parted ever so slightly with a view to inner
folds of moisture drenched flesh was a sight almost too beautiful and
awesome to behold.

Silas trembled as he looked and imagined Rex there...his manhood thrusting
in and out, over and over! The thought made Silas hard as a rock inside his
tight trousers as he knelt before Hilda who watched in glee as her womanly
crack worked its hypnotic spell on yet another male victim.

"Silas, follow me to my inner sanctum in the basement. A place for dark
magic. You are now part of my inner circle and I need you for the rituals
to come. Rex will never be able to resist coming to me....often!"  Hilda
stood, her robe concealing her cunt from the steady gaze of Silas. As she
moved off from the couch, Silas noted that she clutched a long dark sheer
sock in her fingertips...one that seemed to materialize from beneath one of
the couch cushions; just like magic!

"Yes, Mistress. I do all you ask with joy and total fulfilment!" Silas said
as if in a trance and he moved upward and joined Madame Hilda as they moved
to the once forbidden place in the basement.

Slowly Silas followed Hilda down, down...step by step into the gloomy space
beneath the house. Candles were lit and the dark room below became a
temple...a temple to Rex.

Silas stood in awe as the candlelight illuminated countless candid photos
of Rex lining one wall and in the centre stood a solid wooden table; old
and altar like holding various vessels made of antique silver and covered
with ancient symbols etched deep and with care.

"You are in my sacred place, Silas. And from this moment on nothing we do
or say here is ever to be repeated or shared with another living soul...and
if you betray my confidence...your end will be swift and merciless!" Hilda
incanted darkly as if signing an oath in blood.

Silas agreed with a solemn head shake and moved forward to examine the
photos of Rex more closely. Rex caught completely unaware and in his
natural state of being a gorgeous fit fifty-year old stud appeared in every
snapshot and looked so erotically tempting to Silas, yet he held his tongue
in fear of upsetting the all-powerful Madame Hilda.

"You see my dear, Silas...my love for Rex has been brewing for some time
and my preparations for capturing his heart and soul are extremely well
planned and timed. My need for extracting multiple doses of his man-seed
will become evident to you shortly, come...aid me in my next dark
enchantment!" Hilda ordered as she raised a silver goblet from the wooden
table.

The flimsy robe was tossed aside and Hilda leaned back, legs apart...her
pussy in full view yet again.

Madame Hilda waved the sheer dark sock around in the air.

"Rex is under a spell and now, Silas we shall cast yet another darker,
stronger spell upon him...this sock worn by him will seal his fate. His
seed within me will bind him to me...forever!" Hilda snorted with assurance
and complete power.

"Strip naked, shed they clothing and kneel before my cunt whilst holding
this sacred goblet beneath my aching, yawning snatch...and catch all of
Rex's man-juices as they flow from within!" Madame Hilda ordered and Silas
quickly stripped to obey.

Silas disrobed from his day-old clothing and tossed the whiffy items into a
dark corner; he knelt upon the stone floor in front of Mistress Hilda fully
nude and hard. Hilda gazed with approval at his manly outcropping of flesh,
she hoped her assistant in all things erotic and evil would be so sexually
charged and loaded with virility. She had seen him nude at the haunted
house but that was with her dear Rex...she was thrilled to see Silas
respond to her so perfectly!

His mistress splayed her crotch wide as she leaned against the wooden
table, his shaking hands held the goblet before her moist labia. His eyes
fixed upon her pink inner folds that quivered and glistened in the
flickering candles. Hilda watched her helpless assistant go the way of all
males who viewed her womanly cavern, each became transfixed as if under a
spell...they were and Hilda loved the power. No matter the sexual
orientation of any man whom she cornered with her yawning cunt, they all
fell under her thumb.

Mistress Hilda moved her left hand down and over her outer pussy lips,
stroking caressing. Her other hand rubbed Rex's sweat filled silky dark
sock all over her face; her eyes closed and her mouth beginning some
primitive incantations.

Silas did not know what the ancient words meant but felt electricity in the
air of the basement chamber and his cock strained and tingled as his eyes
drank in the sight of Mistress Hilda's pink clitoral knob as it began to
swell and harden as she manipulated herself with vigour.

Silas was astounded by the way the clit knob seemed to be growing larger,
rounder...the small cock-like head popped out from its hooded cover and
soon became a hypnotic focal point for his gaze. The cock-like clit of his
sweet mistress was almost like a miniature erect penis...it grew even
rounder and slightly longer with each swipe of Hilda's nimble fingers.

As Silas watched, cloudy juices began to trickle forth from between her
slightly parted cunny lips...drop by precious drop fell into the silver
goblet. The smell of passionate warm sex filled Silas's nose as he held the
goblet closer so not to miss a single droplet that issued from deep within.

His mistress moaned and called out whilst rubbing Rex's moist sock all down
her fleshy neck and all over her trembling breast mounds...down,
down...until it was being massaged by both her hands all over her burning
pussy lips. Harder, faster...the silky dark material of the sock began to
soak in the secreted juices, staunching the flow to the goblet.

Silas watched with amazement at the speed of his mistress's hands as she
pleasured herself with Rex's sock. Now the scent of Rex's manly sweat mixed
in with the aroma of warm pussy. Silas rocked and swooned as if in trance,
the whole experience was consuming to his mind, body and soul!

Madame Hilda screamed as if in pain, deep and very primitive.

"OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW...I am reaching a climax...Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!"

Madame Hilda shook and her eyes shot open.

"Quick, get me the small flask on the table. The oil must be used now!"

Silas grabbed the tiny silver flask of oil and handed it to his shaking
mistress.

Madame Hilda pushed Rex's moist sock into the silver goblet that contained
her inner juices and copious amounts of Rex's man-seed. Next she doused the
goblet with the oil in the flask and placed it in the centre of the wooden
table.  "Hold my hand, join me in the next dark magic spell casting for
Rex's soul, heart...and mind!"  Hilda croaked as she took a small black
candle and lit the contents of the silver goblet alight.

The flames jumped and sparks leapt upward as the silken sock material fully
ignited.

Madame Hilda grabbed hold of Silas's weak, trembling hand as they watched
the flames dance and soon die in the goblet before them.

The two naked forms stood in candlelit silence.

Madame Hilda whispered after a few moments and Silas could barely hear her.

"The work is done. His seed is mingled and burned, seared with the sacred
female nectar of a witch...a witch in the sisterhood of the ancient dark
orders of long ago. Rex Davenport is mine! Let the madness begin...the
need, the lust...the unending craving begins anew.  My vaginal desires and
needs will beckon to him, call to him in sleep and in wake...he will be
obsessed with me...he will listen to me...and obey!"

Madame Hilda fell forward and nearly knocked the goblet from the table, the
acrid smoke hung like mist in the air. The tiny remnants of Rex's burnt
sock glowed faintly, pulsing like tiny hearts beating for dear life before
ebbing out.  Silas knew the dark magic had been invoked. Rex was in serious
trouble!




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Rex sat in the chair opposite his large bed; Collin lay buried under the
duvet and snoring gently. The night had been so long and bizarre for both
of them and now Rex dozed fitfully.

Having earlier called Rolf, who would come after 6pm to visit; Rex also
placed a call to his dear mate Bernie whom he met first a few months
earlier while having a physical exam. He and Doctor Martin were both older
fellows and trustworthy in all things dealing with male sexuality. Bernie
had insisted upon a home visit this afternoon to check out both Collin and
Rex...the brief story Rex had relayed over the phone had peaked both the
doctor and Bernie's deep curiosity and highly erotic sense.  The office was
to be closed today 4pm and the pair was due at Rex's around 4:30 for this
impromptu exam.

Rex stirred and shuttered. A chill passed over him from head to toes. He
looked down at himself and saw goose bumps all up and down his arms. He
still had on his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up from bathing Collin and the
soggy trousers as well. His loafers concealed the single black sheer dress
sock and bare foot combination...one which still spooked Rex.  How could a
sock just vanish over at Hilda's? It should have been with the one he did
locate on the living room floor. The whole night and the hazing events that
he began to slowly recall actually truly frightened him. He was a very
sexual guy yet what Hilda had done, or at least what he thought Hilda had
done....bothered him. She seemed to sexually dominate, if not totally
devour him last night...over and over! She almost seemed to be milking his
cum from his loins time and time again. Rex recalled that much of what
happened and still wondered how he was SO under her spell...what was she up
to he mused to himself.

The tousled red haired mature stud knew life would be different. What role
Hilda and her lackey Silas would play was not at all clear to him as he
watched poor Collin sleep. The medium lived only a few doors away...what
could Rex do? He also felt, completely involuntarily, a certain strange
attraction to this dangerous woman. This MILF who seemed so powerful and
yet ever so slightly evil...her sexual energy flowed to Rex like a river of
lust.  He tried to shake off this haunting feeling as he sat gazing at
Collin, this lust...this craving...but it lingered like an inner
mist...moving, fingering, coaxing him back...back to her bed!

Rex slumped back in the chair and closed his eyes. Visions of disembodied
sex organs floated about in his mind's eye. A vagina, large juicy labia and
topped with a nest of dark curls sailed past. A clit, large...almost
phallic emerged. Rex's cock leapt and strained inside his underwear...his
erection was back!

Rex dozed and dreamed. His cock oozed pre-cum and soaked his underwear
front completely. The visions tempted and tormented him...until the front
door bell jingled and he quickly jumped up, 4:30 had snuck up on him.

Quietly, so not to wake Collin, he tiptoed downstairs after shutting his
bedroom door fully so he could speak privately to the respected pair that
awaited him below.








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Earlier in Doctor Martin's office, wide-eyed Bernie had explained all Rex
had relayed to the good doctor and felt sure Doctor Martin would want to
pursue further investigation into a very sexy male patient whom both of
them enjoyed completely! The eagle-eyed doctor had indeed been pleased with
Bernie's unorthodox scheduling of a home visit and had no other plans for
the evening and this was a welcome surprise. Unlike Bernie who had indeed
paid an afterhours visit once to Rex for a follow-up exam of the bedroom
variety, poor Doctor Martin had to yet to enjoy such a treat.


Bernie assured the doctor that visiting Rex and his nephew would have
benefits for all concerned and may even help Rex who seemed in great
distress over the events of last night.

And now the bald headed bespectacled doctor and his grey haired companion
stood anxiously awaiting entry into what they both hoped would be a
welcoming pair of strong, mature arms and a set of moist succulent lips!

A very bedraggled but extremely sexy Rex unlocked the large front door and
welcomed both his bear-like mature guests with a big hug each and a
friendly albeit passionate warm kiss...the doctor had never kissed Rex
before and found it highly stimulating as he opened his mouth and enjoyed a
meaty dose of tongue from his more than accommodating host.

The tousled reddish-grey haired stud guided them into the large front room
and pointed to the cosy seating. Rex spoke in almost a flat tone.  "Please
sit down. Thanks for stopping by at such short notice but...I felt I needed
your help and advice about last night."

"No problem, Rex. We are both glad to help anyway we can. I brought my
medical bag and Bernie and I shall check you both over...completely! You
are in capable hands, my sexy friend!" Doctor Martin assured as he smiled a
warm but knowing smile that Rex feel instantly better.

His guests both sat on the couch while Rex nestled in the large charge, his
chair. They still looked very professional, each dressed in suit jackets
and a tie...Bernie's was a cute checked bow tie that impressed Rex very
much.

"Bernie, make Rex more comfortable! I gather that Collin, your nephew, is
still sleeping upstairs...we'll check you over first. I want to make sure
that you are undamaged by that crazy experience you had with that deranged
woman Bernie told me about!"  Doctor Martin said in a very business-like
manner.

Bernie nodded heartily, his grey hair bouncing up and down on his
attractive head; he bounced up and headed straight for Rex who sat waiting.

Doctor Martin quickly stood and pulled the curtains shut in the large front
windows and gently snapped on the brass plated reading lamp that stood
hovering over Rex's chair.

Rex's day-old clothing began to vanish bit by bit with eager Bernie's
helpful hands at work.

Bernie noted the single OTC sock on Rex's large foot and queried with a
look.

"I lost the other at Hilda's...or it was taken. I have no idea!" a bemused
Rex stammered as he pulled the sweaty silky material free from his foot.

"I'll keep this as a little token then, if you don't mind!" Bernie chided
playfully grabbing the black sock from the now naked Rex who sat back
wearily in his chair.

"Be my guest. Not much use to me as a single sock...you might as well enjoy
its powerful aroma. I do believe you will!" Rex added with a wink as Doctor
Martin stepped forward to give Rex a thorough going over.

Skilfully, the doctor and Bernie looked at Rex's body with much attention
paid to his genitalia which seemed bruised and red. Bernie pulled back the
ample foreskin to reveal a very tender, swollen cock knob inside. Next Rex
helpfully lifted his muscular legs skyward so the doctor could examine his
anus.

"It's after hours, I never use rubber gloves unless I am working...this is
one of those rare "off the clock" exams which require flesh on flesh."
Doctor Martin explained as he tenderly massaged Rex's sore rosebud with his
moist index finger.

Bernie held Rex's large bare feet aloft as the Doctor gently probed and
poked at Rex's man-cave.

"You have been very sexually used...Hell, I'd say abused! You look like raw
meat down here!"  Doctor Martin exclaimed with exasperation.

"Bernie, hand me that antiseptic cream. He needs a good dose all over his
anal area, both in and out!" Doctor Martin ordered as Rex lay back in his
chair wincing from the pain of the exam.

The doctor lathered the cream all over poor Rex's wounded rosebud and just
inside and then moved out toward the kitchen to wash his oily hands. Bernie
tossed Rex a couch throw that was lying nearby and Rex stood gingerly and
wrapped his nakedness in the warm fabric.

"You are in rough shape! She is evil...evil!" Bernie said in a hushed tone.

Rex flopped back into the chair and moaned. "It's my fault; I went
there...I let her do what she did more or less. It's complicated and dare I
say...a bit supernatural. I feel awful!"

Doctor Martin made his way upstairs to check poor Collin over and left Rex
with Bernie to just talk and make sense of all that took place over the
last 24 hours. If that was even possible, who knew?

Rex just sat as Bernie asked questions, it was like pulling teeth. Rex
seemed almost unwilling to describe what really took place at Madame
Hilda's. Bernie wondered if maybe, just maybe...Hilda had made him
forget. It was eerie and very frustrating for sympathetic Bernie who did
his best. But Rex was still in a bit of fog...or slightly distracted from
afar. Bernie had no idea what was happening inside his brain.








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Silas was gone, dismissed for the rest of the day. Hilda was alone. She
stood, naked and sizzling in her bedroom. Her chubby form radiating warm
rays like an oven...her fingers moved around her aromatic pussy. Touching,
playing...enticing herself. Her excitement was the lure, the magnet to
attract Rex and bring him to her. She had done the magic, deep dark and oh
so very potent. She let her fingers push deep inside her wet cunt, calling
out to her lover.

"Rex, come to me...Rex hear my voice. You are mine! You are mine! Your will
is weak and you must obey your lust!"

Hilda cackled loudly and fell onto the large bed with almighty thud, her
orgasmic sensations carrying her away...as she waited for her Rex to visit
her bedchamber.






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Nordic bear Rolf marched around the front room at Rex's as Rex sipped a
well-earned cocktail.

Rex now sat in his chair dressed in faded jeans, thin brown dress socks and
a tan short sleeved polo shirt which showed off his fine chest to perfect
advantage. He looked well-groomed again; a quick shower after the "medical
men" left had suited him perfectly.

Rolf only had been there a few minutes and Collin was still fast asleep
upstairs, he had barely moved while Doctor Martin had examined according to
what Rex was told. He was to stay in bed for a few days and just
recuperate. And Rex was to make sure he did...and he would!

Rolf was agitated. Rex could not assure him that all was well...no matter
how he tried.

"Listen, Rolf....Hilda will not be a problem. I'll see to it. Last night
was...a mistake. And I take full responsibility for all of it!" Rex said in
his most calming voice.

"How can you? She's too powerful. She has...something over you. Rex I
believe she's...evil! I know that sounds bizarre in the modern world but
she's....scary. I saw...what you two got up to in her living room last
night and she had you eating out of her hand. You were so...drunk, horny,
crazy....who knows? You must be careful!" Rolf said trying not to raise his
deep voice above a whisper.

"You spied on us? Through the back windows in the rear dining room?" Rex
asked as he sipped his drink.

"I had no choice. I had to know where you were. Things were getting ugly
over here with that psycho Silas and I had a premonition that she had you
trapped over there...and I crawled up on the junk out back and took and
look and...Well, I saw stuff. You really did get taken advantage of!" Rolf
said shaking his mature head back and forth.

Rex was listening intently to Rolf but felt a sudden chill come over
him. Icy fingers crept all down his back. He felt as if his name where
being whispered over and over.

"Did you hear that?" Rex interrupted sitting upright in his seat.

"What? I did not hear anything." Rolf retorted in a concerned tone.

"My name, someone is calling my name!" Rex said listening to the air around
him.

"Lay off the drink, Rex. One cocktail is plenty!" Rolf ordered in a loving
way.

"No, Rolf. It's not the drink...it's something else. I feel...strange. Like
my body is being pulled...pulled and tugged at." Rex tried feebly to
explain his weird sensations.

Rolf looked seriously worried as he gazed down at Rex who sat
motionless. Rex seemed to be waiting....waiting for orders.

"I'm spending the night here. I am not leaving you alone like this...no
way!" Rolf said in a tone that meant business.

Rex just stared off with a longing expression in his green eyes.

The night was only just beginning!






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