Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 02:50:07 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Five) for bisexual / adult-friends

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







Rolf strode into the kitchen and left Rex in his slightly catatonic state
staring into space and sipping his cocktail intermittently.

Since it was near tea time, Rolf tossed together a few items he found in
Rex's well stocked kitchen and put aside a nice sandwich for when Collin
should awake and feel hungry.

Rolf brought in two trays of various goodies he had assembled in a mere 30
minutes: a frozen quiche now baked with a few roasted potatoes and a small
salad to finish.

Rex sat with his tray upon his knee and picked at his food. His eyes looked
so far away to Rolf who absentmindedly scratched his trimmed beard and
shook his grey haired head back and forth in dismay.

"Rex, please eat you meal. You need to focus on healing. Not on
that....that wicked bitch down the street!" Rolf said in best "I know best"
tone.

"Sweet Rolf, you are so good to us. Collin adores you and you are so kind
to keep him on at your shop BUT you don't need to babysit me tonight...go
home...rest. I'll be in bed in no time!" Rex said in a way that sounded
nearly scripted. It disturbed Rolf to hear Rex talk like a programmed
robot.

"No way, Rex! I am here for the night!" Rolf said finishing off his meal.

Rolf grabbed the trays, Rex's looked more played with than eaten. He took
them off to the kitchen to wash up. Rex watched through unseeing eyes and
would not recall doing what took place next...his mind was not his own.

Rex quietly stood up and fished the sleeping tablets that Doctor Martin had
left for Collin off the sideboard in the rear of the room. The doctor only
left a few BUT something made Rex forget Collin completely...that something
laid in her large candlelit bedroom...calling out to him and stroking her
swollen clit in fevered motions. Rex knew and obeyed. His trance-like state
almost fully complete; the dark magic was working and the spell she had
cast was alive!

Hilda grew hotter and warmer inside her yawning cunt and cried out, "Rex,
come to me....come to me!"

Rex took the four capsules out of the small paper envelope and broke each
open, pouring the powder into a small crystal tumbler. He poured gin, tonic
and a dash of fresh lime juice into the glass...a quick stir round with his
finger. Done!

Rex spun round on his brown socked toes and greeted Rolf, who just
reappeared, with the cooling drink.

"For you, since you won't go home...have an after dinner drink with
me. Let's relax. Just us, while poor Collin rests. Come, have a sip!" Rex
coaxed in a tone that sounded slightly more alert to Rolf.

Rolf, so trusting and loving, took the offered glass and drank. The smooth
cocktail entered his system and the powerful sedatives began to work.

Rolf sipped the drink and thought it had a very pleasant and relaxing
effect on him almost at once.

"Hey, Rolf...shall we go upstairs and get cosy on my bed. Collin's resting
and we might as well relax in comfort. I'm out of action since I am so sore
from last night BUT you can enjoy...my mouth...mmmmm!" Rex said as he moved
forward and put his arms round the shorter stocky Nordic bear, their moist
lips met in a passionate kiss that told Rolf all he wanted to know.

Rolf polished off the drink and placed the glass on the coffee table, he
felt slightly woozy as he bent down but Rex steadied him and gently guided
him step by step up the stairs to the bedroom above.


Rolf slipped off the top step and Rex caught him with his strong arms.

"You...you drugged me?" Rolf questioned in a hazy way that told Rex the
sleeping pills were really kicking in.

"Shhh. Let's get you in bed. OK?" Rex soothed and pushed him gently into
the large bedroom and shut the door behind them. Rolf passed quickly into a
dark murky world of troubled sleep.

Collin stirred.  He became aware of movements in his uncle's room
nearby. The loud sound of the bed creaking as if a large weight had fallen
onto it made the floor shake suddenly. Wearily, Collin stood on his cold
bare feet, pulled his bathrobe round his thin naked, bruised body and moved
to his computer near the bed.

Collin switched on and booted up the spy camera software that still was
active. His dear uncle still had no idea he spied on him daily and stroked
off to his wonderfully mature sexy naked body as he romped in his
bedroom...either alone or with company.

The screen came to life via the small hidden camera in Uncle Rex's
bookshelves opposite his large bed, the gloomy room lit only by the small
bedside lamp showed his uncle busily stripping Rolf of his last few
articles of clothing. Collin felt good to know his uncle and his
wonderfully caring boss were going to spend a night together.

The good feeling died as Collin soon realized that Rolf was completely limp
all over. His naked stocky body was being tossed around by his uncle as if
he were a life-size ragdoll. To Collin's horror, he knew that Rolf had been
drugged. This was not right. His Uncle Rex was still not the man he knew
and loved. His uncle was possessed by Hilda and her crony Silas...he knew
it!

Collin watched as his fully clothed uncle pulled the duvet up and over a
passed-out Rolf who now was completely nude. Uncle Rex tiptoed around the
bed and switched the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness and making
the "night vision" mode of the camera switch on. Collin was glad he had
upgraded the system to "night vision" capable...it made spying so much more
fun. But tonight the fun was gone and Collin watched his uncle's tall form
slip out of the bedroom quietly.

Collin knew his uncle would check on him, he quickly switched off the
computer and moved to his door. His uncle silently pushed the door wide and
looked shocked to see Collin out of bed.

"You're up? You get back in bed. You are still too weak to be up and
about!" His uncle said in a flat tone. Collin noted that Uncle Rex's
normally twinkling green eyes seemed more like fire...smoulder embers to
exact.

"I...I heard you up and around and thought I would sit with you for a
while...I felt lonely." Collin pleaded. His eyesight was slightly blurry
with objects far away without his spectacles but his uncle grew close to
him, too close.

"Back to bed, now! I have....company. Rolf is here. He's waiting for me in
my bedroom. I need some man to man time. Just rest. I'll give you plenty of
company in the morning. Now back in bed!" His uncle said firmly and roughly
shoved his thin body backwards to the bed. The shove surprised Collin and
he toppled over, landing on his unmade bed with a thud.

Collin wanted to speak but the door shut and his uncle's feet padded away
down the hall.

This man was NOT his Uncle Rex. His uncle would never shove him nor speak
to him like this. He was obviously under some dark magical
enchantment. Wild and crazy it may sound, but Collin was sure of it.

Ever so quietly Collin crept out of his room, he could make out sounds from
the downstairs...his uncle was out of ear shot. He moved to his uncle's
bedroom...he had to wake Rolf up!

Collin moved into the darkness of his uncle's bedroom and shut the door
like a whisper.

Rolf's heavy breathing convinced Collin he was truly sound asleep.

Collin snuck over to the bed and shook Rolf's shoulder,
again...again. Collin observed nothing but steady breathing, the occasional
snore and a bit of incoherent mumbling.

Collin was sure that whatever Uncle Rex had given Rolf must have been
potent. Then the mental light bulb flashed and Collin vaguely recalled
Doctor Martin telling him that he gave his uncle a few strong sedatives for
his use if he needed them during the next few days.

Those are what his uncle had used to knock Rolf out...he was shocked but
knew it was NOT his uncle's own actions but those of wicked puppet
master...Hilda the Bitch!

Collin heard his uncle down at the foot of the stairs fumbling with his
shoes, his old kick-about loafers sat there all the time for quick
access. Next the front door opened and shut...all was quiet. His uncle had
gone out...and Collin knew where he was going!

Collin moved unsteadily but with complete conviction. He rummaged around
and found his darkest clothing...all black head to toe. He had to find out
what his precious beloved uncle was involved in. He had to save him. He was
still so unwell from the night before BUT his uncle's safety came first!








Madame Hilda sat regally upon the living room settee, her nude chubby form
swathed only in a chiffon robe in dark shades of purple and rose. Her
tresses of once pure ebony hair now mingled with mature silver streaks was
pulled back with a black bow. Her face was made-up gently with bright red
lips to greet her man, Rex, since she knew he was coming. She knew
instinctively he would show up sooner or later, he had to, for it was his
fate. A fate ordained by a dark magical spell only just recently cast with
the help of one stray silken sock and his man-seed milked from her 60
year-old cunt.

The living room office area was lit again by only a few candles. The strong
scent wafted like heavy perfume up to the ceiling where it hovered like a
thick cloud. The environment must always be conducive to seduction if Rex
was to stay under her dark sexual spell, Hilda mused thoughtfully.

A series of playful giggles erupted from the self-satisfied MILF as she
looked back over the day. Silas had been shocked to assist her in such a
dark ritual, so sexual and so primal!

Now she waited, her pussy play had made her wet, hungry and that hunger
called to Rex! And Rex was powerless to resist. He was in power and she
loved it!

The sound of the front door slowing opening did not alarm Hilda, oh no,
she'd left it unlocked for her lover, dear Rex.

The figure of tall, casually dressed Rex strode tentatively into the
candlelit space. Madame Hilda noticed the dazed yet strangely determined
look her gave her. His reddish grey hair neatly combed and his eyes
burning...with fire. The fire of passion, she hoped desperately, since he
stood like a rock, silent and strong.

"Rex, my love. Is all well?" Hilda crooned as she sat upright and eager.

Her voice seemed to almost activate Rex who may very well have been in some
sort of trance.

"Yes, oh, YES! I feel strange. I did things tonight, said things as if I
were being told what to do and say. I feel odd.  BUT alive!" Rex said as he
moved fully into the cluttered space and stood before Hilda with his hands
placed firmly on either hip; a stance of power and ease.

Hilda liked his look. The faded jeans, the t-shirt, the old loafers all
made her Rex look manlier and so completely potent. He was her man! His 50
years added to this mystique and made his character so appealing to Hilda
she nearly reached over and grabbed his crotch.


Rex was totally helpless. The spell Hilda had created numbed his mind,
dulled his will. His actions all were guided by Hilda's strong and
dangerous passions.

"Rex, go pour yourself some of that fine old wine from the bottle over
there. I've added a few special herbs from my vast collection. I know
you'll love it!" Madame Hilda intoned like an order and Rex spun round and
obeyed.

Moving on his nimble loafer clad feet, he found the bottle set on the table
and poured a very tall goblet for himself. The strong ruby coloured liquid
looked slightly evil in the candlelit room, almost like blood.

Rex moved forward and knelt like a lapdog by Hilda's large bare feet as he
sipped his wine.

"There, there. Soon you shall be even more suggestible if that's even
possible!" Hilda laughed in her deep throaty way as she lovingly stroked
her lover's wavy hair with her painted sharp nailed fingertips.









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Collin slipped silently out of the house and moved quickly down the street
toward Hilda's.  His black soft rubber shoes barely making a sound. His
balance was still off-kilter but he stayed on course and looked up at the
dimly lit front windows of Hilda's dishevelled looking terraced building.

The curtains were shut in the front downstairs windows but through the
cracks along the edges he could make out flickering candlelight.

The thought of his uncle in there again tonight...made him want to
wretch. She was a witch or worse, Collin knew it! She had found a way to
take possession of his beloved Uncle Rex and now...she was going to be
stopped. But how, how could he stop here he mused in a feeling of
helplessness and dismay.

Rolf was drugged. He was barely able to stand up. His uncle was in peril,
and to think that his dear uncle could try to deceive him again after
swearing he would not ever do that again and to drug his dear friend Rolf
as if it did not matter at all. Hilda had gotten inside his uncle's head
and really made him more like a puppet or robot than a human man!

Tears welled up in Collin's eyes. His eyesight was not very good, things
looked all blurry as he gazed up the quiet road...he really missed his
broken glasses...oh, this was a disaster...totally!

He screwed up all his courage and marched up the short set of steps to the
large, paint peeling front door. Brave nephew Collin knocked with all his
might, nearly tumbling back down the steps.

The loud knocking did not surprise Hilda. She felt, sensed...willed Collin
to come looking for his precious Uncle Rex. Her evil smile stretched her
chubby face like a jack-o-lantern's grimace.

Rex gulped the last of the enhanced wine that Hilda used to make sure her
"subjects" were without a shred of self-control. His empty crystal goblet
glinted in the candlelight as he placed it on the coffee table before him.

His eyes shut as he relished the way his sweet Hilda's fingers stroked his
head and played gently with his hair. The noise at the door did not even
disturb him.

"Sweet Rex, that awful sound, the irritating incessant banging is your dear
nephew Collin. He's come to disrupt our night. He hates me and Silas. You
know that. He's a bad influence on you, my love! I know I could give the
command and you'd strangle him right there on my doorstep BUT however
appealing that may be to me...you'd hate me in the morning when you vaguely
recalled your passionate actions. So, go...let the young pest in. Let's see
if we can help him understand our situation a bit better. But dear Rex be
very firm...angry and firm!"  Madame Hilda instructed all the while running
her fingers madly through his now tangled hair.

Rex rose up on his feet in his now trance-like state to move toward the
front hall but Hilda grabbed him and pulled him down to her, face to face.
Her mouth covered his, her tongue lashed angrily inside his open
mouth...tasting, probing. Making sure her Rex obeyed her every command.

The tainted wine and evil magical mischief all weaved by crafty Hilda was
now in full effect...her passionate kiss fired Rex into action and as the
witch-like medium released him from her embrace...he moved like a soldier
to the sound of the steady rapping at the front door.

Collin heard footsteps, not delicate feminine steps but purposeful and very
manly. If only he could have known the extent of the magical powers his
uncle had been subjected to...if so, he would have ran!

The door flung open...his beloved Uncle Rex stood before him.  His uncle's
reddish grey hair all tousled, his t-shirt pulled out from his jeans and
his eyes...his eyes blazed red with anger. His uncle's eyes did not even
look like the lovely green ones he was so fond of...he had the eyes of a
devil!

Collin staggered backward, nearly falling down the steps. His shock at the
sight of his uncle made his heart race and stomach sick. This man was no
longer his uncle...he was a stranger!

"Collin? What's going on? I'm busy. Just leave me alone!" Uncle Rex
bellowed.

Collin burst into tears. He felt so alone. So...vulnerable.

With one swift movement, Uncle Rex pulled Collin into the front hall by
grabbing hold of his arm and yanking him forward. The world spun and Collin
landed with a thud on his face on Hilda's front hall floor. The large front
door slammed shut.

The naked, chubby feet and legs of Hilda loomed over Collin. His eyes were
so filled with tears he could barely see plus his lack of glasses did not
help. He moved his head sideways and could see Hilda wrapped in some
elaborate robe...obviously nude underneath.  "Oh, Rex, don't hurt him! Poor
thing! Poor nephew Collin, a sad case of a lonely young man if ever I've
seen one...yes, indeed!" Madame Hilda said in mock concern.

Collin attempted to rise; his uncle's loafer clad foot pushed hard against
the small of his back and kept him down on the floor. He felt miserable and
dog-like.

His uncle's strange mechanical voice boomed above him, he could only see
one of his uncle's feet...the other still rested on his back.  "You really
have gone too far, Collin! Following me here, after I put you to bed and
ordered you to rest. Madame Hilda and I are just...relaxing. You do realise
all these accusations against her helper Silas have greatly upset her!"

"Rex, no need to go over it again. I am sure Collin knows how serious the
charge of rape is and how I never would have employed dear Silas if I
thought he'd be capable of such a heinous crime. Poor Collin, I fear he's
unsure of the events of last night...it's probably all a drunken haze!"
Hilda pronounced in rather all-knowing tone that made Collin feel ill.

"Uncle Rex, she's lying to you. Silas did attack me, I know it! You must
come home with me now...Hilda's some sort of sorceress! I'm sure of it!"
Collin blurted out as he faced the floor, feeling pain now where his
uncle's foot bore down upon him.

"Shut up! You really are a sick young man! Why the hell did you come here
tonight? Apologize to Madame Hilda...now!" His uncle threatened pressing
down upon his back with more force.

"No. He's sick, Rex. Leave him be. A sick mind with sick words spewing out
of his foul mouth!" Hilda countered as she bent over Collin almost
whispering in his ear.

The pain surged in Collin's back as his uncle slammed him yet again against
the floor.

"Oooooowwwww....that hurts!"  Collin simpered pitifully.

"Stop, Rex. He's been through enough. Let him up off the floor. I'll speak
with him for a few minutes alone and calm him down. You tiptoe upstairs,
make yourself at home. You can find my bedroom...have a lay down. Rest
yourself, I'll pop up as soon as Collin feels well enough to go back
home. Go on!" Hilda practically ordered Rex and strangely he lifted his
loafer off Collin and spun round and vanished up the staircase.

The lack of pressure on his back felt instantly wonderful and Collin eased
himself gently upward. His feet felt wobbly and he held the newel post for
support as he blinked his eyes, trying to focus without his glasses on the
blurry form of Madam Hilda who now stood like a spectre next to him.

The sounds of Uncle Rex moving about upstairs suddenly ceased, he obviously
had found the bed.

Madame Hilda pulled Collin along by her thick chubby fingers, he felt like
a child being yanked into the messy living room- office area of the dark
house. Collin immediately noticed all the warmth in the thick perfumed air
that was created by so many lit candles. The scent was making him very
lightheaded if not sick to his stomach.  He was so tired of being pushed
and pulled and abused...he had to fight back!

"Lay off! Stop pulling me!" Collin sneered at Madame Hilda who looked at
him like an insect about to be swatted.

Madame Hilda sat in her large comfy chair, her robe billowing as she
plopped downward onto the cushion while Collin stood, dressed all in black
staring back at her defiantly.

Hilda stared with her dark eyes never leaving her unwanted guest.  "You
keep your voice down! Your uncle will hear you and come down and then,
well, who knows? He might really hurt you. You see, the Rex you knew is a
bit altered. He's never going to recall most of what happened tonight in
the morning. Oh, he may feel like he possibly had a bit of a scrap with you
but he'll never recall how angry and violent he was toward you. He'll beg
your forgiveness and promise you never to see me again BUT with my
growing...warmth...down here..."

Hilda boldly opened her meaty legs, lifted the flimsy robe to show her
furry trimmed pussy all splayed; its pinkish large lips all engorged and
pouty.

"My vaginal heat, my inner womanly needs will beckon to your uncle and
then...he'll be back for more...me! Collin, your uncle is all mine! You are
the big loser my dear!" Hilda cackled and pulled her robe closed again in a
mock gesture of modesty.

Collin stumbled back and fell upon the settee; he was suddenly very weak,
oddly dizzy.

"You say this now and of course, no one will believe me. I knew you had
done some horrid thing to him. And now you say it...plain as can be and yet
no one will ever believe it. You sick bitch!" Collin wept as Hilda looked
on with an evil grin upon her red lips.

"You pathetic creature! Just go back to where you came from, to your low
class father up north!" Hilda chided.

Collin lurched upward, sitting straight as an arrow on the settee. "I don't
want to believe your power over my uncle! I know that I can bring him
back...I can weaken your hold on him! He loves me and cares for me. You
will not win!"  Collin teary dark eyes blazed with fierce defiance.

Hilda smiled, her evil round face shown demonically in the candlelit room.
"Oh, you doubt Madame Hilda...the queen of the ancient dark rights, keeper
of many secrets! Watch and learn. Try to save him, go upstairs and
watch...see how I prevail. Try as hard as you like. The only guarantee is
that your dear Uncle Rex may lose his temper with you and then...I shall
not stop his wrath! You'll pay dearly you stupid fool!"

Collin stood glaring down at the rather blurry contorted face of Hilda,
maybe not having glasses on was a good thing he mused.  "I will pay...and
so will you. We'll all pay for your dabbling in the dark ancient ways, you
have started something truly frightening and I have no idea how to save
us. But I will! I may be pummelled and pounded down, but I will save my
uncle! Watch me!"

Hilda rose and pointed her painted finger nail upward. "Be my guest...your
uncle awaits above!"  Her deep menacing laugh filled the thick perfumed air
making Collin nearly sick.

Collin moved swiftly and carefully so not to stumble on his rather weak
legs and made his way up the dark stairs to the bedroom above. Hilda
followed the black clad figure with malice in heart. She knew the
danger. If things went truly badly, Collin's pummelled body could be tossed
in the local park. A victim of a brutal mugger Hilda deviously decided as
she pointed to the correct bedroom door in the hall above.

Collin crept cautiously toward the door, it was ajar and the room was dark
inside.

The dim light of the candles downstairs caused the upstairs hallway to be
in near total darkness, the slight opening of the master bedroom door
caused Rex to stir. All he could make out was a shadow standing in the
doorway...Hilda lurked around the doorframe, just out of sight.

"Hilda, is that you? I was waiting and fell asleep. I need you. Come to
me!" Rex called gently in the darkness.

Collin froze. He was terrified to move inward and show his uncle who was
really standing there. What if that bitch Hilda was right? What if his
uncle beat him up and tossed him down the stairs in a bloody heap? He was
so uncertain now...his mind was numb.

"Did my pest of nephew leave? I hope so. I think I will have to get rid of
him. He and that Rolf...too much damn trouble!" Uncle Rex mused aloud into
the dark room assuming it was Hilda hearing all this. Hilda giggled under
her breath and Collin's blood ran cold.

His Uncle Rex sounded like a stranger. All his words were not his
own. Collin knew the curse or spell must be very powerful to make his uncle
completely helpless and in a state of some strange hypnosis.

"Come here, feel my hardness...I am so ready for you!" Uncle Rex simpered
in the darkness.

Collin screwed up his courage and moved in by the large bed. His quavering
voice wafted outward to his uncle's unprepared ears.  "No, Uncle Rex...it's
me...Collin. I love you! Come home with me....please!"

The sound of the bed quickly creaking startled a very nervous Collin as his
uncle switched on a small bedside lamp.

His uncle was propped up by numerous pillows all in wild coloured cases and
he lay upon a black satin covered duvet. His clothing was still on, all
except his loafers which he had kicked off by the dresser. His large brown
socked feet twitched about as his eyes adjusted to the sight of his nephew
Collin standing by the bed.

Collin felt slightly relieved as he noticed his uncle's eyes seemed to be
their normal shade of green once more. His uncle's face was more a mask of
confusion than anger.

Uncle Rex shook his head and his tousled hair bounced back and forth; the
act looked to Collin as if he was trying to clear his mind.

"Collin, what...what on earth are you doing up here? I thought you were
going home to rest. You are not obeying me. Why? Do you want to go back up
north to your father's house? Are you making me send you away?" His uncle
stated almost flatly as Collin stood by.

"Uncle Rex, come home. Hilda has made you forget your promises to me. Rolf
is waiting for you. You drugged him; he's in your bed. Come home!" Collin
pleaded kneeling forward on the bed and gently rubbing his uncle's warm
socked foot.

The touch of Collin's hand made Rex feel suddenly very aware of his
surroundings. He felt out of place and a bit disoriented. He looked at
Collin as if seeing him for the first time.

"Collin, where am I? What's happening? I feel so strange!" Uncle Rex said
looking more like his old self again.

"See, I knew I could get you back...I knew it! Come with me, take my hand!"
Collin said as he reached for his uncle's now shaking hand.

At this point, Madame Hilda moved into the lamp lit bedroom and stood
behind Collin who now grasped his uncle's hand firmly; holding tight for
dear life.

"Rex, my dear, you belong here. I need you. Stay...here...with me!" Madame
Hilda said as if commanding a dog to sit and beg.

Collin saw his uncle's eyes glaze over and his once shaking hand grew still
and pulled away from Collin's grip.

"No...NO!" Collin screeched as his uncle fell backward onto the pillows.

Madame Hilda moved and sat beside Rex who now lay, eyes wide
open...waiting...waiting for more commands.

Madame Hilda stretched forth her chubby hand and lovingly caressed Rex's
crotch bulge with her strong fingers, her intense massaging efforts quickly
increased the large lump and turned it into a trouser log inside his jeans.

Collin felt ill watching his uncle's eyes roll back inside his head with
pleasure. The sound of near cat-like purring emulating from his inner
depths was almost too much to take!

"Stop! Please! I beg you. This is wrong. So very wrong!" Collin said in
near exasperation, his knees weak and shaking.

Madame Hilda bent forward and kissed Rex on his forehead and crooned.
"There, there my sweet Rex. I see your manhood is all nice and hard for me
again!"

Collin watched with horror as his uncle moved upward and met Hilda in a
quick embrace that soon evolved into more heavy petting. Uncle Rex worked
his hand up inside Hilda's robe and soon began fondling her large
breasts. Collin watched as Hilda smiled and giggled with girlish pleasure
at being toyed with by her new lover.

"Oh, Hilda. I love your body!" Uncle Rex sighed heavily as he plunged face
first down into Madame Hilda's ample and now fully exposed cleavage. His
fervent nuzzling and kissing sounds echoing around the room as Hilda began
to moan with an ever increasing volume.

Collin stood transfixed. He wanted to scream and rip the cavorting pair
apart yet his eyes were glued to the sexy foreplay. He felt sickened and
still so...oddly aroused. His voyeuristic tendencies were in full bloom
even though he knew what he was seeing was SO not in his or his dear
uncle's best interests!

Madame Hilda moaned and continued massaging Rex's massive cock-log through
his tight blue jeans all the while being kissed and fondled passionately by
smitten, spellbound Uncle Rex.

Collin watched, thirstily drinking in his mature stud of an uncle as he now
began to pull free from his tight polo t-shirt, yanking it up and over his
already mussed reddish grey hair and tossing it out onto the carpet by his
nephew's feet.

Madame Hilda took her free hand and began to work it all over Rex's
muscular bare furry chest; his erect pink nipples stood at attention as her
fingers worked each with playful twists and pinches. Rex flexed his chest
muscles as she explored, prodded...poked and his golden rusty ringlets
twinkled like small stars in the lamp lit bedroom.

Collin felt his own manhood held within his trousers, straining and surging
as the sexual foray unfolded before him. He let his knees give way and he
fell toward the foot of Madame Hilda's bed, his face now inches from his
Uncle Rex's large warm socked feet...feet which writhed and wriggled in
sheer excitement.

The pair of lovers seemed oblivious to Collin kneeling by the bed; at least
Uncle Rex was...Hilda most assuredly had other motives in mind, teaching
Collin a lesson was her primary objective.

Madame Hilda guided Rex's hands and soon her flimsy robe vanished and she
lay nude, fully entwined in her new man's strong arms and resting face down
upon his manly chest. Rex vigorously rubbed Hilda's huge meaty ass cheeks
as she straddled his jean clad leg between her open thighs; grinding,
rubbing...pummelling her clit with force and purpose.

Collin's mouth dropped open as he watched intently and he could now smell
his uncle's musky man-feet as they moved like frenzied dancers before him
on the foot of the bed. The aroma increased steadily as Uncle Rex became
sweatier with the heat and growing passion unfolding.

Madame Hilda lunged at Rex's jeans, yanking open the fly and swiftly
unwrapping her man layer by layer. Collin watched the jeans and finally the
underwear both be violently pulled over Rex's brown socked feet and quickly
tossed aside to leave Uncle Rex virtually nude and totally vulnerable to
Hilda's wild sexual whimsy.

Collin, as always from his bedroom spy camera, admired his uncle's perfect
uncut tool...large, determined and fully skinned back...the purple pink
head glistening with copious precum like a flesh-stick fountain.

Madame Hilda set upon Uncle Rex's man-meat with no mercy, her mouth
engulfing it fully. Rex fell backward against the pillows and let out a
deep moan of delight as Hilda's mouth worked up and down his long, rigid
shaft and lingering with nips and licks at his sensitive knob. Her oral
skills dazzled Collin as he sat fixed to the spot watching Hilda's black
and silver haired head moving up and down. Her voluminous breasts bouncing
like two pendulous jelly filled balloons. Collin's breathing grew short,
coming in tight rasps all the while groping his own cock with his busy
fingers...not wanting to look away for one moment.

At this bizarre moment Collin's hungry eyes met Madame Hilda's, Collin felt
pulled into the vortex of lust. He was slowly being propelled to his
uncle's wiggly toes sheathed in thin moist brown fabric. His nose rammed
into the sweet spot where his uncle's slender toes met the meaty ball of
his left foot and Collin instantly melted away in the tangy aromas he
discovered there. His eager mouth began to kiss, lick and nuzzle his new
found treasure trove and all the while he still stared into Madame Hilda's
dark controlling eyes...eyes that knew his most inner thoughts and laughed
at his every weakness. Collin was falling into Hilda's web of spells and he
wanted to pull away but the intoxicating smell, the sleek feel...the
radiating warmth of his uncle's foot held him like a magnet to metal.

Collin was now drawn in; he was part of Hilda's dark magical world. He felt
his own cock oozing juices into his underwear and making the front of his
trousers dark with his own deep craven desires. He wanted his uncle so
much... BUT not like this and NOT with Madame Hilda as the erotic purveyor!
The cost was high, too high!

Madame Hilda kept her oral actions on full speed and as her head moved
fluidly up and down on Rex's meaty man-pole, her skilled fingers moved down
along his fuzzy ball-sack and found his puckered rosebud. An inviting pink
rosebud nestled in rusty gold ringlets of hair and moist with sexual
excitement; Hilda toyed with his man-hole and then probed her sharp nailed
index finger deep within.

Uncle Rex lifted upward off the bed, his eyes all hazy and unseeing...his
voice sang out like a lark.  "Ohhhhh, yessss! Use your fingers!"

Collin licked and sucked his uncle's twitching toes as he watched the
delicious finger fuck from almost touching distance. His uncle's strong
cycle trained legs parted and gave Hilda even more room to work his now
open ass. Soon she pushed two long fingers deep inside his gaping cavity
and began to work his sphincter with complete control.

The sucking and fucking action was making Uncle Rex moan with deep guttural
sounds that made Collin both aroused and afraid. This intimacy seemed
almost brutal and highly unnatural since Rex was totally under her evil
spell.


Madame Hilda's mouth stopped slurping at Uncle Rex's now saliva soaked
man-meat and she rose up, slowly withdrawing her fingers from deep within
his moist ass.

"Collin, come to me!" Madame Hilda hissed and all the while keeping her
dark eyes ever fixed on Collin's.

Her red nailed fingers beckoned him enticingly as she spoke solemnly.
"Come and enjoy your dear uncle. He'll not recall any of this tomorrow,
only a hazy dreamlike image will remain. We can have him TOGETHER! Anything
you desire...he's ours for the taking. Don't fight me. Share his body with
me...now!"

Collin gazed at his uncle who lay back upon the pillows in a trance-like
state...waiting...waiting. He was really out of it and maybe, maybe he
could have him now with Hilda and do all the things he'd always dreamed of
but never could when his uncle was awake and in control. Maybe he should?
The tempting thoughts and visions danced in his head and made his cock ache
with need. Could he work with Hilda? Could they both share him?

Collin felt his hand moving away from his uncle's warm socked foot and
stretching to meet Madame Hilda's just above his uncle's raging
hard-on. Their two hands met and merged in a locking grip; the warmth of
the medium's touch was electric. He watched as her hand pulled his down,
down; brushing past Uncle Rex's tight furry ball sack, down...between his
spread ass cheeks. In, moving close...now touching his uncle's warm moist
hole...mmmmmmm! The way Hilda pushed his fingers against his uncle's
puckered rosebud nearly made him cum in his trousers...it felt wonderful!
He always had wanted this!

"Do it. Fuck him with your yearning fingers. Enjoy your uncle. I do! And
YOU can...if you work with me and swear allegiance to me... all powerful
Madame Hilda!" Hilda rasped as she let go of his hand, letting him rest it
by his uncle's warm inviting asshole all by himself. He loved it! It was
soooooo much what his dreams were made of!

His index finger moved and began tentatively to creep forward into the
tight, juicy space. The ringlets of rusty hair tickled his finger just as
he had always imagined they would... he looked at Hilda who gazed on his
handwork with full approval and fiendish delight as an evil smile crept
upon those ruby red lips. Collin knew she thought she'd won...she felt he
was too far gone to stop BUT he did!

Collin quickly snapped out of his sexual bliss, knowing full well he was
taking advantage of his dear beloved Uncle Rex in his semi-conscious trance
state. Madame Hilda was truly evil and her ploy to win him over was going
to fail, it had to! He abruptly pulled his hand away and stood up on firm
feet.

"Now I shall warn you, if you walk away...I'll never let you in again. And
Rex will eventually tire of your needy ways and horrid accusations against
me and poor Silas. I shall suggest you be thrown out on your scrawny ass
and then...I'll marry Rex!" Madame Hilda hissed as she moved her roving
fingers through the tangles of little hairs that covered his uncle's
sculptured chest.

Uncle Rex looked up at Hilda through foggy eyes with what Collin felt was
incredibly misguided love and admiration. His uncle was cursed and Hilda
was a witch!

Collin looked hard at this uncle's sexy mature nude form, the brown socks
the last item of clothing still clinging to his warm flesh. He wanted to
give in but started to turn away and head for the door to the bedroom.

Words just would not form in his mouth. He wanted to cry, to shout, and to
hurt Madame Hilda but he knew he did not have the tools or the dark magical
knowledge. He felt so defeated.

The sound of kissing made him spin round. His uncle and Hilda were lip
locked and fully entwined upon the bed, face to face with sex organs
grinding together in torrid naked passion. The sight made poor Collin
wretch.

Collin moved out into the dark upstairs hallway, pushing the door aside and
fell back down upon his knees murky shadows just out of sight. The bedroom
door remained slightly ajar and he could hear the lovemaking carrying on.

"Yes, squeeze my balls....ahhhhhhh!" Uncle Rex crooned.

"My dear lover, we are finally alone. And now I can do much more than ball
squeezing! That pest of a nephew of yours is finally gone! He's trouble
sweet Rex and we must deal with him or I fear he shall get in my way. I
plant this seed deep in your mind...REX...remember what I say....GET RID OF
COLLIN!" The medium ordered in a way that made Collin freeze and hold his
breath.

"Anything for my lover...I'm yours!" Uncle Rex whispered back just loud
enough for Collin to hear.

Collin crumpled to the carpet outside Madame Hilda's bedroom. This was
going to be a very difficult task for him, the process of removing whatever
curse or spell Hilda had cast on his poor uncle was truly a frightening
prospect. And now....having to keep from being "gotten rid of" was almost
too much to take!

Collin heard sounds from just inside the partially closed door.

"Yes, Hilda....Yes! Lick me there, more....ahhhhhhh! My ass is wide open
for you....eat me!" Uncle Rex breathed in excited tones.

"So tender, tasty....mmmmmmm....I love to do this, too!" Madame Hilda
replied playfully.

"GGGGGGRRRRRRR.....OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Uncle Rex gurgled as Hilda did
"whatever" she did and he seemed to love it!

The sound of the bed creaking; covers rustling and then one of Uncle Rex's
brown thin socks came soaring like bird and struck the door as it was
hurled free off his foot. It fell just by the door and near enough for
Collin to quickly grasp and squirrel away into his trouser pocket.

More sounds and fevered voices floated out to the hallway.

"Eat me Rex! Lick my clit....there, harder, HARDER!" Madame Hilda ordered
in a drill sergeant-like manner.  And then...

"MMMMMMMMM...YES.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Collin had heard and seen enough!

On cat-like feet he eased down the carpeted stairs, out of the front door
and into the dark night. He gently closed the heavy door behind himself
without a sound so not to disturb his uncle's spell-bound sexual bliss
above. The night air felt heavy but he breathed freely and went quickly
back to his uncle's house. He must...MUST wake up Rolf!

Collin slipped into his uncle's house just a few doors away and flew up the
stairway to Uncle Rex's bedroom where Rolf lay in a heap...snoring
steadily.  Grabbing Rolf by the shoulder, Collin shook him four
times...five, six...nothing. Rolf was deeply asleep thanks to those pills
slipped to him by spell-bound Uncle Rex.

He gave up and switched off the bedroom lamp; slowly he made his way back
to his own small room. The laptop computer was still aglow and showed the
scene of Rolf sound asleep much to Collin's growing dismay.

The sock felt like a lump in Collin's tight trouser pocket. He pulled the
thin, moist brown sock free and held it to his face; deeply breathing in
the warming scent of his dear uncle whom he felt he was losing bit by bit
each day that Madame Hilda remained in control.

He pushed himself fully up onto his bed and shucked off his shoes, letting
them drop off the edge of the bed. He lie in the flickering light of the
laptop screen and fell into a very disturbed deep sleep all the while
clutching Uncle Rex's worn brown sock tightly in his hand and near his
beating heart.




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