Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2014 16:28:43 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Six) for bisexual / adult-friends

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





Collin awoke with a start. He still gripped his uncle's thin brown sock in
his hand as if the hours of night had just passed away in a blink. A blink
that seemed to be an eternity; Collin had experienced wild dreams and
bizarre thoughts all night long. Hilda obviously had left more than a deep
impression upon his heart and soul...he knew she was evil to the very core
of her being.

Collin moved to his computer and switched it on, quickly booting up the spy
camera software and knowing he had to see if Rolf still lay alone next-door
or not.

To his utter amazement, his uncle's room was empty! Collin glanced down at
his bedside clock...8:30 AM! The bed was made, too!

Collin pulled off his now rumpled clothes and quickly changed into
something more in line with going to work at Rolf's gay adult shop. He had
missed a day at work and now it was Friday and he really should make an
effort to get there...even though he still felt awful. His body still ached
from Silas's brutal attack. He laid the precious sock on his bureau top and
opened up his bedroom door with relish. His heart began to race...his mind
full of questions.

Collin next raced down the stairs, unsteadily but quickly.

He heard voices in the kitchen, Uncle Rex's and Rolf's...chatting
gently. He practically burst into the kitchen and stopped dead in his
tracks. Rolf and his uncle sat at the kitchen table, both dressed...his
uncle in a dark grey suit, white crisp shirt and burgundy patterned tie,
ready for the office...as if this was a normal morning!

Each held mugs of steaming coffee and looked shocked at the explosive
entrance from a very bewildered looking Collin.

"Hey, you should be back in that bed!" Uncle Rex said with a fond smile.

"Me...I'm fine! I just thought that after last night...well...oh, I don't
know. I'm confused!" Collin burbled holding the back of the free chair at
the table.


"Sit down. Please, join us!" Rolf said looking as if he had just passed a
very pleasant evening with Uncle Rex by his side.

Collin pulled free the chair and plopped down, gazing at the pair in
wonder.

"You look dreadful. You are not going to work today...even if it's Friday!"
Uncle Rex said in a serious tone. Rolf nodding along in full agreement as
if nothing strange at all had happened last night...this really scared
Collin deeply.

Collin blinked as if still asleep and trying to wake up.

"What time did you get back in last night, Uncle Rex?" Collin managed to
say in a hurried tone.

"What? Collin, I put you to bed last night and then...do I have to spell it
out?" Uncle Rex said as if totally innocent.

Rolf nodded yet again and added. "I had a bit too much to drink and sort of
passed out but your uncle absolutely did spend the night with me...and
how!" Rolf winked a Collin like a naughty school boy.

"I just got up, with Rolf and we got washed and dressed...we both do have
jobs you know!" Uncle Rex added as he poured Collin a nice hot mug of
freshly brewed coffee from the machine on the counter top.

Collin looked at both men, his eyes having trouble focusing since his
spectacles still needed replacing. The slightly blurred faces looked a bit
unknown to him now this morning...could Hilda have infected Rolf as well
with her dark magical ways? Collin's mind mused darkly as he sipped the
coffee slowly.

As this surreal scene in the kitchen unfolded, a sleek figure entered the
front door as silently as a ghost. Silas moved on nimble feet through the
purposefully unlocked front door and up the stairs and into Collin's small
bedroom. A quick glance around found what he was looking for...the brown
sock of Uncle Rex. Silas laughed to himself...Collin was far too dumb, he
didn't even carefully hide his only proof that his beloved Uncle Rex was at
his mistress's house last night. Now, thanks to this sneaky little visit by
Silas...he'd have no proof at all!  Silas vanished the way he came in...the
moist sock tucked away in his trouser pocket.

Meanwhile Collin began to feel compelled to speak his mind, he felt
obligated to get to the bottom of this weird scene once and for all.

"Uncle Rex, I know you went out. I heard you go and...I encountered you and
Madame "Bitch" together. Don't you remember...shoving me around, pushing me
to the floor and..."  Collin was cut off by Uncle Rex who stood up like a
shot and glared down at his nephew with great concern and possibly...anger.

"ENOUGH! Collin I seriously think you need to seek help. I was here last
night with Rolf. Rolf said as much and you...you sit there and say we are
lying and worse, you say I was with Hilda. Poor Hilda...she always gets
your shit! You hate her. I know. But lay off!" Uncle Rex stood trembling
and his soft green eyes burned with an intensity that bothered Collin very
much.

Rolf did his best to ease the situation but to no avail...Uncle Rex was
disturbed by Collin's distrust and Collin was not buying any of this
magical smoke-screen...one he was sure Hilda created.

Rolf managed to calm Uncle Rex down by promising to delay the opening of
the shop today and help Collin seek some sort of emotional help. Uncle Rex
stormed out of the house and barely said goodbye...his frustration and
sense of betrayal obvious in his sour expression.

Rolf sat facing a now sobbing Collin.

"Collin, I know things are a bit strange with Hilda. I really do get
it. But you just called us liars and that makes your uncle so depressed. He
was feeling so good about your life here and now all this crazy
stuff...what gives?" The Nordic bear queried gently as he sipped down the
last of his now cold coffee.  "Last night, you knew all too well what Hilda
was capable of and now...it's all kind of blurry...you really are not sure
anymore who is who...and who the real evil bitch is? I need you to see
something upstairs and maybe, just maybe, you'll start to remember the real
events!" Collin said as his thin, tired body moved toward the stairs.

Rolf's stocky senior bulk followed Collin upstairs to his small bedroom.

Rolf watched as Collin looked on his bureau and then madly to the floor and
then knelt gaping under the bed.

"It's gone! Damn...that fucking cow! She took it...or Silas did!" Collin
screamed as he stood on shaking legs.

"Whoa....calm down!  What the hell did you misplace?" Rolf said gently
guiding Collin down to sit upon bed.

"The sock. Uncle Rex's sock from last night...Oh, Rolf! The whole thing is
so wild BUT TRUE! I had proof that my uncle was at Hilda's last night but
it's gone. And I really am not surprised. She's so fucking clever!" Collin
sulked as he lay back and hopelessly gazed upward at the ceiling.

Rolf listened as Collin slowly spelled out the events of last night...and
the all important sock.

Collin watched Rolf's eyes and they were filled with doubt.

"You think I'm nuts! It's obvious. And that is all part of her fucking evil
plan!" Collin said rubbing tears out of his swollen eyes.

"Look, I think you are very upset. Whatever happened between you and Silas
and whoever attacked you the other night has upset you so much that..."
Collin groaned loudly and thus Rolf was cut off from any further analysis.

Collin said flatly, "Now it's whoever attacked me. Last night you knew it
was Silas and were on my side. Today...it's all a bit blurry. She's done
it! She's got to you!"

Collin stood and switched his computer screen on...the sight of Uncle Rex's
bedroom came into view and Rolf looked confused and then slightly
embarrassed as he began to realize it was a spy camera set up secretly in
the other bedroom.

"Collin, do you really spy on your uncle and all his...his guests?" Rolf
said stroking his chin as if in shock and shaking his head as if in
disbelief; his grey wavy hair tossing to and fro slightly.

"Rolf, I never would admit this to anyone but...you need to see evidence of
what's really at work here! Sure, I am a horny bugger who is smitten by his
sexy uncle...and watches all he gets up to. But now I am so ready for you
to share it with me...because it will show I am right!" Collin said as he
began to search his hard drive for all the recorded images from the last
few hours.

"The software records if the computer is switched on and I never switched
it off last night...so I should be able to find all the missing hours from
when I saw you alone and passed out in that bed of Uncle Rex's until I
awoke this morning and saw it empty. The missing hours are the key for you
to see exactly what went on...regardless of what you think may have
happened. She's so evil...and capable of so much!" Collin mused as he
located the files he needed.

Rolf, still unbelieving and sure that Collin was going crazy, knelt next to
the frantic 23 year-old who perched at his little desk and started to play
back the all important footage.


The early images of the night flickered by and showed Rolf huddled up on
Uncle Rex's big bed and passed out alone for at least three hours. Collin
pressed "pause" and looked over to Rolf who sat gawking at the little
screen, mouth wide and eyes even wider.

"See, you were alone for hours last night...and my possessed uncle says he
was here with you all the time. Now are you beginning to believe me?"
Collin asked with slight exasperation in his voice.

"I feel very strange...I see the proof but my brain wants to believe...a
vision, a fantasy...an..."  Collin sliced in with a sharp tone.

"Illusion! A fucking illusion created by magic...dark magic. She nearly had
me last night as well but I resisted and now I am being punished!" Collin
said with complete honesty.

Collin fast forwarded the images and at about 5 AM the door to Uncle Rex's
bedroom opened in the far corner of the screen...a shadow cast into the
gloomy bedroom and Uncle Rex moved into view. The night vision camera mode
eerily showed a dressed Rex slowly strip off and join Rolf under the
covers, his nude body entwining itself with the passed out Nordic bear.

But...another shadow menacingly moved across the bed and the large form of
Hilda swirled into the frame. Hilda dressed in a dark flowing robe of some
sort and her dark hair all loose around her head...a wild looking creature
indeed!  Rolf gasped and grabbed Collin's hand as it rested on the edge of
the desk.

"NO, I really am afraid. Collin, she was in the room with us...oh, what
have got ourselves involved with?" Rolf said as he gripped Collin's small
hand ever tighter.

Collin shook his head and agreed. "She is a witch...and she's evil. She has
really got my Uncle Rex wrapped around her finger and if I had not shown
you this, you too would be under her spell little by little!"

The flickering night vision camera showed Hilda moving about the edges of
the large bed, the sound of strange guttural chanting echoed out of the
computer's small speakers and filled both Collin and Rolf with chilling
dread. Hilda moaned loudly and then Uncle Rex's body jolted to life and
began to kiss, nuzzle and passionately fondle the sleeping form of Rolf.
Rolf slowly began to stir; his eyes struggling to open from his sound
sleep. Rolf turned and faced Rex who continued lovemaking and then...Rolf
became aware of another in the room and raised his head upward off the
pillows.  Seeing Hilda looming over him, he began to struggle; trying to
free himself from Rex's hungry embrace. In a flash the screen showed Hilda
swooping down and grasping a very groggy, totally surprised Rolf; holding
his large head in both her chubby hands, bending forward...and sensuously
kissing his open mouth. And then Rex moved in and began to join the kissing
frenzy...the bed covers were pushed aside and all manner of hand work began
on Rolf's now engorged cock. Fully splayed open now and his furry chest and
groin gloriously exposed...both Hilda's and Rex's hands moved in unison to
stroke his straining cock and make it pulse...and ooze copious juices.

"STOP...I have seen more than enough. I'll be sick if I watch another
minute of that...that horror!" Rolf said turning away from the screen and
gagging.

Collin switched the screen off and moved over and hugged the round,
shuddering form of this dear older man who was his only ally.

Collin walked with a trembling Rolf down the stairs and sat with him on the
couch in the now sunny living room, both silent and both very much aware of
the huge threat Madame Hilda really was!

"I better call Paul Davis and arrange some cover at the shop...and then we
have a hell of a lot to think about before your uncle gets home tonight...a
hell of a lot!" Rolf said rummaging around in his trouser pocket for his
mobile phone.







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Silas sat facing a very pleased looking Madame Hilda at her large but
cluttered kitchen table, both sipping strong black tea and gazing with keen
eyes upon one item amongst the detritus of Hilda's mad life that lay upon
her kitchen table...a single brown sock!

"Thank you, sweet Silas. Securing that sock is all part of keeping Rex in
my total control. You see I knew that Collin had scarpered off with it last
night as soon as I accidently tossed it away from the bed during my
passionate lovemaking with my dear Rex...his other sock was accounted for
and I knew as I dressed him for his early morning return to his house that
one sock was gone and Collin had it. Stupid fool he is, not hiding it
properly...making it all so easy for your retrieval today. Lucky they all
were in the kitchen and of course my leaving the door unlocked as well as I
left...well, all good planning really!"  Hilda crooned with her dark eyes
taking in the sock that lay upon the table.

Silas looked up at his mistress with his beady eyes full of
questioning. "What happens now? What about this Rolf guy...is he possessed,
too?"

Madame Hilda regally brushed her tousled silvery dark hair back and away
from her face, she still was gowned in her black robe that she wore for
various ceremonial duties and looked a force to be reckoned with and how.

"Rolf, what a pushover!!!  Yes, I began to work on him early this
morning...together with Rex. He'll want more I am sure...provided Collin
does not break the magic. And Rolf will never believe Collin's ravings and
now he does not even have his uncle's sock to prove his bizarre
theories. So Rolf will fall into place and I can dispose of him when the
time is right. I might subtly suggest to him during a lovemaking session
with Rex that he needs to walk in front of a bus...by then he'll think I am
Queen Hilda and he'll just do as I say!"  Hilda roared with deep laughter
as she sipped away the last of her tea from her mug.

"The old gay bear was easily swayed by having Rex all over him...all I had
to do was make sure I straddled his fat cock and milked his seed into my
inner cavity. That plus a few ancient words chanted over and over soon made
Rolf just plain putty in my hands. Oh, he'll need watching until his
usefulness draws to an end. You see sweet Silas, Rex needs to have a male
ally whom he thinks likes me without any reservation and trusts me. Rolf
may be just corruptible enough to be played and that kind of leverage is
priceless! Plus two strong willed men against weak Collin...he'll topple
like a house of cards. We will seem to be on the fringes of this domestic
disasters that shall soon take place just a few doors down from here...Rex
and Rolf will virtually destroy Collin and then Rex is mine and Rolf is
history!" Hilda proudly stood up and flounced toward the stairs. Her round
form spinning round quickly.  "Time to pretty myself up...by the way take
this. Keep it safe my dear Silas!"

Hilda tossed the other thin brown sock over to Silas...one she has stashed
in her robe's pocket for safe keeping when Rex was dressed earlier before
the Rolf incident.

Silas caught it and smiled. He placed the moist brown sock down on the
table next to its mate. Silas's cock roared to life as the faint aroma of
sexy Rex reached out and tickled his nose.


Silas mused as he gazed down at the thin socks; he knew his mistress was
subtle...her ways of dealing with unwanted "pests" were severe and
completely untraceable back to her. She was a master manipulator of the
mind and spirit...Silas just adored her, and feared her with equal
measure. That was a job requirement for any assistant she employed...former
assistants seemed to be unavailable for comment!

Hilda by now had entered her bedroom upstairs and stripped off her robe and
stood nude in the morning light. Her fingers crept down over her chubby
tummy and moved through her pubic nest and down...and in! She could feel
the moist sensations of several ejaculatory glories within...Rolf's and
several of dear Rex's...mingling within. Her night and early morning had
been wild and wonderful. She knew that if she continued touching herself,
Rex would begin to crave her. Rolf might, too...but only faintly. He needed
more time with her to fully control him...plus she would need to secure
some personal item as well from the Nordic bear; one to burn in a little
ceremony down in her secret basement chamber.

Hilda withdrew her wet fingers and proceeded to lick them clean. Her smile
of triumph radiated like liquid gold.




**************************************



Back in the living room of Uncle Rex's house, Collin continued to explain
the situation to a shocked Rolf who seemed to be able to do nothing except
shake his head in utter disbelief.

"She controls by sex. Her spell work obviously makes her victims fall in
"lust" with her and her MILF pussy. She makes them want her...she told me
that all she has to do is become aroused sexually and my poor uncle begins
to crave her and soon she calls to him and he shows up; his cock rock hard
and ready to please her. It's evil and completely raunchy...and sadly, I
found myself turned on last night and nearly joined in; like you did BUT
you were drugged and I was...in love with my Uncle Rex!" Collin's thin body
fell back against the couch in a great sob of anger and frustration.

Rolf reached out and grabbed hold his bony shoulder and shook him gently.
"We will break this curse. I will not let Rex make love to me again...not
until Hilda is dealt with and nor shall I accept any drinks that might be
drugged. Also we both must avoid Hilda and Silas; they are not to be
trusted! Collin, we must stay strong and totally in control!"

Collin sighed heavily. "I can't even see properly without my
spectacles. How can we make Uncle Rex see reason and start to wean him free
of Hilda's vile magic?"

Rolf looked at the slender, tired looking 23 year-old with care.  "I shall
take you now to a local eye clinic and get the replacement lenses ordered
and then we must wait for your uncle here and not let him near Hilda until
we can break this curse...and that won't be easy since her sexual arousal
seems to control him. It's the weekend as of 5 PM and we may have to
somehow restrain him against his will until her powerful hold on him
breaks. And that may take time...and he'll fight us...and so will she!"
Collin stood up and looked down at Rolf with a glint in his eyes. "I
wonder..."  He trailed off and then bolted up the stairs and Rolf could
hear rummaging on the floor above.

Collin reappeared and held a pile of clothes in his thin arms.

"These are all the clothes Uncle Rex had on when he got home with Hilda
last night and oddly enough, the brown socks...both are gone! And I know he
had them on when he was at Hilda's and now she, thanks to Silas most
likely, has the pair. That bitch...wily as hell and pure evil!" Collin near
shouted as he flung the clothes down in a heap.

Rolf serious expression turned sour. "We are in for a rough few days...and
if we don't succeed, Rex's life or ours could be in great danger."





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Rex rarely spent a lunch hour drinking in a pub, but today Bob Crenshaw
insisted on getting him alone and working through whatever it was that was
bothering his long-time workmate.

Rex sat in a corner snug in the dark pub facing Bob and slowly sipping a
neat whisky. Bob, a burly fellow with a round cherubic face, sat staring at
the sullen Rex as he seemed almost wilted in his grey suit and slightly
undone necktie.

"What the hell is up with you, buddy? You never moon like this...you are
far too cavalier for this crap. What happened with Hilda? Did Collin freak
out? Spill your soul to me...or I'll walk out of this pub right now!" Bob
demanded as he downed the last of his scotch on the rocks.

"I wish I had answers for you, but I just don't know. I have gotten closer
to Hilda, I think. I know we spent at least one or maybe two nights
together but I seemed to be rather drunk on those nights...and I hardly
ever drink too much! And so my recall is all hazy and unfocussed.  Bob, I
thought I slept with Hilda last night but awoke in my bed with an
occasional playmate called Rolf instead...I just feel unhinged! And Collin
is convinced Hilda is no good and evil to the core...yet I lust for her...I
really do crave her, Bob!!!" Rex moaned aloud as he sucked down the whisky
and it scorched his throat like molten lava.

Bob looked a Rex, his face contorted in discomfort and anxiety. He looked
unwell, his reddish grey hair all uncombed since he constantly seemed to be
running his fingers through it in sheer frustration at his bizarre if not
surreal situation.

Bob looked grim.  "You need to get a grip, Rex! Hilda sounds...fascinating
but a tad bit dangerous. She's getting you drunk a lot. And the sex, I
guess there is some sex...sounds kind of good? Is it good? What you recall
of it anyway?"

Rex scratched his chin, his whiskers not quite shaved away this morning.
"Bob, I think it's good but I really can't say. I really was very drunk at
her house both times...or drugged. But I crave her...LOTS! My cock just
gets hard and I start to leak juice when I even hear her name. I think I am
in...Love! Can I be?"

Bob gaped at Rex. Rex looked far away and fully engrossed in Hilda
thoughts.

"You need to see her, tonight. BUT not at her house...here in the centre of
London at a hotel. Just the two of you...no alcohol! Just talk...have
sex...but figure it out!

Rex agreed, slowly nodding his handsome head.  "No Collin, no Silas...no
shit! Just us! Rex and Hilda, alone!"

Rex's uncut cock reared upward his suit trousers and he licked his lips as
if tasting her sweet pussy juices for the first time again...if he had in
the last few days, he was not really quite sure. BUT he would tonight...he
was certain of this!




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The large, heavily perfumed body of Madame Hilda lunged for the landline
phone sitting next to the couch in the cluttered living room and office
downstairs.

Silas, who had been sitting nearby at his mistress's very cluttered desk,
tried to answer but was intercepted by the crafty medium that seemed almost
to be waiting by the phone around 2 pm. Silas pretended to go back to
filing old index cards of former clients as he listened to intently to what
his mistress was saying to whomever had just phoned.

Madame Hilda had bathed and beautified herself as if expecting a date; her
black hair brushed and pulled back with a ribbon showing off her silver
grey streaks. Her large aging MILF form draped in yet another festooned
silken robe, Silas could see she was nude beneath with her voluminous
breasts barely contained within.

"Rex, what a surprise! I love it when you call me!" Hilda girlishly
extolled as her left hand crept inside the folds of her robe and moved down
between her chubby legs to her waiting nest.

The oily, seductive sound of Hilda's crooning voice and her renewed vaginal
manipulations caused Rex to go flush all over and get an instant erection
before he could barely say a word in reply. The "craving spell" was luring
him in bit by bit...his mind swam as he tried to speak.

"Hilda, I called to say...I want to see you alone tonight. Here in the
heart of London in a hotel, just us with no interruptions of any
kind. I...I need to sort this out. I am so confused. Too much has happened
that I just don't remember. I need to be sober and in charge of my
feelings. Where shall we meet? Just tell me and I'll book a room. Cost is
no issue...privacy a must. Well? Name the place!" Rex stammered as he
called on his mobile from the snug pub booth with Bob looking on watchfully
from just opposite him.

Hilda masturbated more furiously as she carefully directed this not
completely unexpected request from her new lover. She knew Rex's tough,
virile willpower would resurface from time to time and she'd have to work
extra hard at keeping him under her control.

"Well, sweet man, I think your idea is splendid. No Silas, no Collin, no
Rolf...just us! Now I know a little private bed and breakfast. A very
exclusive establishment and highly desired by those in the know about such
things. Listen, I'll phone in a reservation. You just get to the Mayfair
House Bed and Breakfast...Google it. You'll see the easy directions. I
shall be there at 7 PM sharp in the small lobby area. Keep our weekend
plans a secret, tell no one!! I shall book the room for Friday night with a
possibility of extending to Sunday AM. If all goes well....for us that
is. And I know it will!"  Hilda breathed seductively as she nearly reached
an orgasm with her busy fingers buried in her womanly depths.

Silas sat, watching transfixed as his mistress masturbated and ensnared Rex
even more in her web of sexual control and complete domination.

 Hilda placed the phone down and sat fully back on the couch, her legs
splayed...her nimble fingers twisting and swirling about her moist, open
pussy. The robe now fully parted and Silas sat engrossed, watching his
mistress pleasure herself to multiple shattering conclusions; each more
intense than the one before...her body heaved and shuttered and finally she
lay limp and smiling slyly at her wide-eyed assistant.

"Silas, with each and every orgasm I bring Rex closer and closer...like a
fish on a hook. His will is diminishing and my power over him is growing
ever stronger. I trust you; I let you watch me in these intimate
moments...you are part of me, too. Betray me or my causes and you'll
pay...greatly!" Hilda shut her legs and bundled the robe with the fabric
belt around her waist.

Silas dumbly nodded his agreement and spoke in a horse whisper.  "Rolf,
too...your power will bring Rolf to you as well."

"True, but he needs more work and I think I may not need him after all. Rex
is falling right into my hands...it's so nice!" Hilda sighed and licked her
lips fully with her wet tongue.

"But Mistress, what about being in a hotel? You'll be away from your
magical centre...and your potions. Rex may drift from your grip!" Silas
said as his large dark eyes stared in an eerie unblinking way at Hilda.

Hilda smiled, her big round face beamed with delight.  "Silly Silas. The
Mayfair House Bed and Breakfast is unique and not unknown to me. Barbara
Carlisle is one of my beloved coven sisters. Her nearly 300 year old home
is full of ancient secrets and dark magic. The general public thinks of her
establishment as a quaint old fashioned London inn, BUT in fact it is a
place of many a ritualistic gathering and host to many secret, dark
ceremonies. Countless clandestine events I personally have attended over
the years at this famed institution...Barbara is a dear, loyal friend. This
place is perfect for a weekend rendezvous with Rex. Each room is highly
potent and magical...I'll need no special potions of my own. Barbara will
provide all I need...we need!!! Rex will only see a sweet efficient
matronly innkeeper and a home full of delightfully antique furnishings and
rare oddities...so perfect a smokescreen I have never seen!"

Silas smiled back. His cock rock hard and dripping inside his trousers as
he imagined sturdy Rex being seduced even further in this seemingly
harmless inn; a place full of lustful evil intentions and where escape was
futile!

Hilda then sternly instructed Silas to spend this important weekend here in
her home and guard it; keeping all her precious secrets from nosy Collin
and meddlesome Rolf. She knew that they would try to interfere and with Rex
not coming home tonight, they will be in a certain panic and could easily
break into her home and find out far too much! Silas was told to be
vigilant and if...if they should come knocking...they were to be dealt
with.

Hilda guided Silas down to the dark basement and there next to her private
magical chamber stood a large old wooden door. It was bolted shut...Hilda
slid the rusty lock aside and she carefully shown a battery torch light
into the musty void as the door creaked open.

"This room is a cell. No window and the door is thick...the walls are
padded and tight. It's soundproof.  I leave it to you, if one or both get
too much for you...do whatever it takes and capture them. I shall deal with
any prisoners you take when I return from my weekend with Rex. Do not harm
them! I will use Collin or Rolf or both...after some reprogramming of
sorts!" Hilda slammed the door shut with a thunderous thud and a deep
guttural laugh that sent chills up and down Silas's backbone.





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"It's all arranged. Hilda selected a private inn, bed and breakfast style
here in central London and she'll make all the arrangements for a weekend
there...just us! I won't even tell you where!" Rex mused as he tucked his
mobile phone away inside his suit coat pocket.

Bob reached over and patted his long-time colleague on the arm with hardy
manly slaps.  "Well, boy...you do it. You find out if this older lady is
what you want. Don't get drunk...fuck her silly and remember every lusty
moment for goodness sake!"

Rex smoothed his mussed hair gently back into place...his day-long
nervousness seemed to be vanishing to be replaced by a heightened sexually
charged energy that seemed to be pulsing like mad all though his body in
anticipation of what was to come later on that day. Visions of naked,
chubby Hilda danced; beckoned...swirled around in his fervid imagination as
he walked back to the nearby office with Bob. His uncut cock felt like a
revving rocket in his tight trousers and he thought all those that passed
him along the busy pavement must see his eagerness plainly displayed by the
log-like protrusion that he carried before him like a prized trophy after
the big match.

The entry into his private office sent his spirits slightly down. Rex knew
he had to call Collin and tell him something. He had to. Bob excused
himself and said he'd come back later to check on him and then vanished,
leaving Rex along with his phone. Rex plopped down before his computer and
stared at the blank screen...wondering.






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The phone rang at Uncle Rex's home four times before Collin picked
up. Collin was back from the eye clinic visit and his new spectacles would
be ready on Saturday afternoon. Uncle Rex had promised to sort out his eye
needs but with all this "Hilda hootenanny" going on it was no surprise it
took Rolf to come thru. When Collin heard the familiar voice of his uncle,
his mood improved greatly. Rolf, who sat nearby in the large sunny front
room, witnessed a huge smile cover Collin's pale face.

"Oh, Uncle Rex...I knew you'd call. I am sorry for being so crazy
today. Please forgive my accusations. Come home...come early. Rolf is
here. Let's go out for dinner...ok?" Collin pleaded into the phone.

"Oh, Collin. I'd love to...but I need to go away for a day or two. I want
to clear my head...think...figure out what's what. I have no luggage, I
know...but I will be fine. I just need some space. You have Rolf spend the
weekend with you. We'll talk on Saturday or Sunday. Don't come looking for
me! I'm fine!" Rex quickly switched off his phone and used Google to find
out about his accommodations.

He felt sad about being so abrupt with Collin but his nephew was becoming
far too difficult. Hilda was his focus now...Hilda, dear Hilda! Rex's cock
reared upward like a mighty beast as he said her name over and
over...gazing at the gorgeous photos provided on the webpage of the
old-style London town house that would be the scene of his impending
romantic getaway with his new sexy playmate!

Rolf rushed to a collapsed Collin who sat in heap on the floor clutching
the phone in one limp hand.  "He's not coming home, Rolf! He's going to go
away to think or so he says...and I know it's a lie! She's going, too...I
know it!!!" Collin screamed in a raspy voice as if he were about to have a
nervous breakdown.

Rolf felt it as well. He had strange feelings, hot and cold sensations all
day...erections for no reason. He wondered privately just what had Hilda
done to him last night...and what control would she have over him in
future. But for now, he just rocked a crying Collin back and forth in his
big, burly arms.






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It was 4 pm and Bob Crenshaw peeped into Rex's office and saw the rather
dishevelled figure sitting at his large messy desk attempting to be a busy
advertising executive and not really achieving that in any way, shape or
form.

"You need a quick make-over, Rex my man! That suit looks rumpled and so do
you...your hair is still a wreck! You need a good shave and you seem kind
of sweaty...hell, are you really going to meet Hilda in the state you're
in? I think you need some help!" Bob said casually as he stepped into the
quiet office and glared down at the now annoyed looking Rex who sat before
him.

Bob spun round and shut the office door. Rex was about to insist he stay
out of his business when Bob smiled like a huge school boy holding a bag of
sweets.

"You need a visit to my old buddy over on Larkin Street, just a few streets
north of here. He's a barber, massage therapist, general male grooming
expert...jack of all trades and he's prepared me for many a night out. He
knows what the ladies like and he gets a guy looking good, feeling fine and
in ya' prime." Bob giggled like fool at his hopeless attempt at a rhyme.

"I just need to get home and have a bath and shave...but I can't because of
Collin and Rolf...so Hilda will have to be happy with my existing state of
being, for better or worse." Rex sighed heavily as his reddish grey hair
flip-flopped from side to side with each shake of his head.

"No, you'll leave at 5 PM and I'll cover here for you. Howard Prince will
fit you in, I am sure...you can't change the clothes BUT your whole body
will be refreshed for your date...trust me! The guy's a marvel at this kind
of treatment and you need it. I am paying...you've done plenty for me over
the years. This salon treatment is on me...and now I shall arrange
it. Don't say a word!" Bob waggled his finger at a gapping mouthed Rex who
watched in delight mixed with horror as Bob flicked his mobile phone to
life and began to make the last minute arrangements.






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Hilda Parsons arrived at 5pm at her dear crony's inn in the heart of London
on a quiet little side street amid the hubbub of the busy city which was
grinding down for the approaching weekend.

The Mayfair House establishment warmed Hilda's heart every time she
entered. The former large sitting room now also accommodated a sweet old
fashioned reception desk at which matronly Barbara sat like a queen. Her
long face, wizened and handsome in a manly sort of way with long silver
hair pulled back in a pony tail adorned with a girlish red bow...strangely
out of place on such a gaunt, almost stern figure. Her age remained a
mystery even to Hilda. The going guess among those in the coven was to be
near 80 and her lithe active body gave nothing away.

Hilda arrived with two small overnight bags in hand and shrouded in layers
of colours in a variety of silken fabrics. Her portly shape a complete
opposite of Barbara's, the older woman seemed to tower over Hilda as they
embraced fondly in the sitting room area of the inn.

"Come, my only other guests besides you tonight are out for a light repast
and some musical theatre. So I shall lock the front door and we can retire
to my room upstairs on the third floor for a nice, long catch-up session!"
Barbara said in her slightly affected speech tones sounding more like a
diction teacher than old friend.

The two women carefully moved up the richly carpeted stairway, leaving
Hilda's bags by the large front first floor bedroom door...the place
selected for her weekend getaway with her lover, Rex.

"Sit my dear and rest. I shall brew herbal tea, one bended for passion and
rapture! And then we must ascertain how effectively the "Craving Spell" is
working. I can easily gauge your progress as you well know and shall
before...he, your desired one, arrives at 7PM. Rest!" Barbara ordered like
a schoolmarm as she flowed gracefully into the corner kitchenette area of
her large bedroom and began brewing tea in a big china pot. Her movement
decisive yet artful as she worked and her elegant floor length African
print dress added to her overall dramatic style.

Hilda sat on the edge of the large quilt covered bed that stood in the
central area of the room and she breathed deeply, trying hard not to be too
nervous. Her work thus far with the craving spell seemed to be going to
plan but truly only a senior medium sorceress like Barbara would be able to
tell for sure.

Barbara soon joined Hilda and the two sipped the strong herbal blend in two
large mugs. Hilda felt warm and tingly from head to toes. Barbara sat cross
legged upon the large bed, having cast aside her ballet slipper shoes and
quizzed her junior with most gruelling precision.

"You have burned as sacrifice various personal items and his man seed
offerings mixed with your inner juices?" The older witch said in a serious
tone.

Hilda nodded and explained the sock she had stolen and how she had used it
in her basement chamber as the spell was cast. Hilda also spoke of the
photos of Rex taken secretly and her ceremonial use of his images in a
basement altar dedicated to her beloved.

Barbara seemed impressed and smiled carefully at Hilda.  "You do realise
that one does not use this powerful spell very often in a lifetime but you
have never chosen to use it before...ever...why now? And why Rex?"

Barbara gently stroked the side of Hilda's now barefoot which was clad only
in sheer black nylon. Hilda loved the delicate touch and felt electrically
charged as she spoke.

"Rex is delightful and perfect; no man has ever been all things to me as he
has been. Years I have watched him and wanted him from afar. And then I
concocted a plan, using my faithful assistant Silas, to begin to win him
over at a mock haunted house visit. That visit proved very fruitful and
spirits did materialize in so very many fascinating ways...and in that
meeting of earthly bodies and unfettered souls, I saw him gloriously nude
and made love with him...in a way far too complex to understand, but the
outcome was inevitable and I knew I must cast the craving spell to control
him for good!" Hilda nearly giggled with glee as she spoke of her triumph.

"He is submitting more and more? Nothing stands in your way? Your continued
masturbatory stimulations are having the desired "luring" effect on him?"
Barbara asked as her hands worked in unison to massage Hilda's chubby feet,
the tea mugs now sitting on the bedside table and drained of their
contents.

Hilda now lay back on the quilted surface of the bed and allowed her mentor
to work over her tired feet; it was exhilarating as she spoke.

"Yes, he's becoming less and less resistant and more smitten by me. BUT a
nephew stands in the way. A gay older friend of Rex's...Rex is bisexual."

Barbara smiled broadly at this news as Hilda carried on.

"The friend, Rolf, has been dealt with by casting a milder craving spell
that has been worked in conjunction with my main spell on Rex. Rolf, with a
bit more personal therapy from me, will become a servant of mine. He may
need to deal with pesky nephew Collin...Collin adores his Uncle Rex and is
determined to ruin me and my plans. He suspects I am a witch...and he's
been punished by dear Silas but has since risen up like a bloody phoenix
and is scheming yet again. Collin seems completely besotted with his uncle!
I have instructed Silas tonight to capture one or both of those dreadful
pests if they come snooping and lock them in my holding cell down in the
basement. Oh, Barbara I hate to do it but...I may have to eliminate them
both!" Hilda now had become red in the face, her blood pressure soaring as
she thought of how much she hated Collin...and Rolf to a lesser extent.

"Beware! Our rights as witches do not extend to the taking of life...ever!
You must use your powers and if they fail...abort your mission! You can
attempt to win over those two troublesome men using your wiles and spells
but if you harm them significantly...a little give and take is
permitted...but if you truly harm them, your craving spell will
rupture. Rex's eyes will open and he will see you for what you really
are...a meddlesome, dangerous witch! And most dangerous of all to you may
be the nephew Collin, his powerful love for his uncle could cost you
dearly. If you should let him make a sacrifice of himself to save his
uncle, well...the consequences could be very grave indeed, for YOU!"
Barbara stopped rubbing and sat glaring at Hilda with her pale blue eyes as
cold as ice.

"I know. I shall obey the rules of our coven. I can manipulate within
reason but no harm must come of Collin or Rolf. My work with Rex will have
been for not...I will fail and he will hate me forever!"  Hilda said as if
reading from a script.

"We have about an hour before Rex arrives and now I can see how prepared
you are internally for your next mission...a mission which could seal the
craving spell into a much more permanent mode. Quickly remove your
clothing...lay back, spread wide!" Barbara said as she rose up next to the
bed and guided Hilda to unsteady feet to prepare for her exam.





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At 5pm Rolf finally succeeded in getting Collin upstairs into bed and he
had fallen immediately into an exhausted slumber. Rolf gazed upon the
sleeping 23 year-old with pity and a need to save him any more mental
anguish. He knew he must confront Hilda himself again...true, it may be to
his own peril but he had to do something.

Quietly he slipped out of Rex's house and walked a few paces to the home of
Madame Hilda. He knew the aged house all too well and he moved up the outer
stone steps with care. The large door stood before him like a gateway into
hell, he slammed his fist four times against the wood surface and the
thudding sounds echoed within like a call to arms.

The elderly Nordic bear stood like a fierce statue as the door opened and
Silas, oddly dressed in a silken, far too large black robe obviously
belonging to his portly mistress, smiled broadly at his guest.

Silas took in the sight of Rolf before him. Stocky but well built for a
senior male, wavy grey hair and a round handsome face...rugged, manly. His
clothing typical of a modern shopkeeper; tidy tan slacks, brown leather
lace-up shoes and a blue striped dress shirt open wide at the neck
revealing plentiful grey chest hairs. Silas directed his brown eyes into
Rolf's...the connection felt instantly by both parties.

The dark brown, almost playful eyes danced before Rolf as he took in the
figure before him...effeminate yet strangely spooky...alluring in an
alarming way.  The robe failed to conceal his long nude legs and bony bare
feet...Rolf stared and found himself feeling slightly aroused. He imagined
that Silas must be entirely nude beneath the fabric, he was privately
ashamed of his curiosity but he wanted to find out! Silas parted his lips,
a faint hint of lipstick glowed ruby red as they gave way to reveal his
white, nearly perfect teeth. His very dark, cat -like features and
extremely gaunt look gave the impression of a Goth with a severely
underweight frame...one could say skeletal in appearance yet Rolf was drawn
in.

"Come in, Madame Hilda waits. She's eager to see you...to talk about Rex!"
Silas crooned as Rolf moved gently forward and into the gloomy front
hall. It was still sunny outside in the late afternoon yet the curtains
were all drawn and the downstairs was lit only by a few candles placed here
and there. Rolf's stocky form moved to the base of the stairs and he turned
as eerie Silas closed the front door and latched it.

"I wonder if that's true, Silas. You and Hilda do so much lying and
deceiving. I bet Hilda is off with Rex somewhere and you are just playing
for time. You are such a loyal servant!" Rolf said as strongly as he could
but deep inside he felt a strange tightness or apprehension as if he really
had crossed a line...a line he should NOT cross.

Silas moved up to Rolf; face to face...his breath warm and sultry. Rolf
stood almost afraid to move.  "Follow me, old man!"

Silas minced on his skilled bare feet and practically danced off toward the
kitchen out back with Rolf following slowing. He wondered if Collin was
safe alone back at Rex's...could this be a trap of some sort? He knew he
should leave but he wanted to follow Silas.

Silas pointed down a flight of steps in the rear of the kitchen that seemed
to end in murky blackness.  "Madame Hilda is downstairs in her special
workroom. She wants you to see her latest triumph. Go, the first door to
your left at the base of the steps!"

Rolf moved on, his legs like lead weighs...slowly step by step into the
gloom. The air smelled damp, foul! He stumbled and stopped still midway
down for lack of sight.  "I can't see. Turn on the light!"

Rolf turned his head to look up at Silas who now stood two steps above him
and the faint light from the kitchen perfectly silhouetted the raised arm
and wooden mallet held high.

"NO! Silas...NO!" Rolf screamed as the heavy mallet fell upon his grey wavy
haired head.





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Barbara watched as Hilda pulled herself free from her black nylon tights,
her nude backside loomed large as her fleshy butt cheeks wiggled like
mounds jelly. Barbara admired the flabby form of her junior as it exuded a
mother-like quality that appealed to many of the coven members, herself
included.

Hilda was now nude; her clothing lay in heap by the bed on a small brocaded
antique chair.

"Lie down, spread wide!" Barbara summoned from her perch nearby.

"You do realise that you must act as if we are strangers when Rex arrives,
he must not even suspect we know each other. Then, if all goes well...we
can arrange a little evening fun tomorrow for you, me, Rex and a dear old
male companion of mine. All part of getting Rex just where you want him!"
Barbara added as she waited for Hilda to relax into position.

Hilda obeyed laying fully out on her back and staring up the cracked aged
ceiling above the bed, her mind wandering as she mused about what wild and
lascivious acts that ceiling just may have seen over the years.

The touch of Barbara's fingers along her beefy thighs brought her back to
the present; the way Barbara's old, nimble fingers stroked her naked flesh
made her aroused and alert!

Her coven sister gazed down on her now splayed nest, the engorged labia
wholly pink and reddish...glistening with moisture. The clitoris protruding
in over-stimulated delight just beneath the furry crown of black and grey
pubic hairs neatly trimmed, blissfully inviting.

"Nice, my sweet sister of the sacred coven...you are blooming like a
tropical flower. Your incessant stimulation has paid scrumptiously and your
female essence is strong...I can feel it, see it...it is very potent. Rex
will be lured, I know it!  Call to him, make him want you...send him a
strong, intense message...now!" Barbara ordered as her thin body lay wedged
between Hilda's chubby legs. Her keen eyes watching the gaping pussy before
her and breathlessly waiting for the next summoning of the craving spell.

Hilda felt a wave of passion for her dear Rex and her hand moved like fluid
down between her legs. Rubbing, probing...caressing her sensitive lips, and
ever growing clit...soon circular motions gave way to full up and down
strokes. Blissful spasms shook her to the core...then Barbara wailed low
and clear.

"Say his name, speak his name my sister!"

Hilda rubbed furiously and moved her hips gently from side to side...the
sensations growing and cresting.  "Rex...REX...MY REX! MY LOVE!"  Hilda
groaned loudly as she felt her juices spilling forth between her flying
fingers.

"YES, Keep going...keep going!" Barbara ordered as her hands now reached in
and pulled wide the pouty outer lips. She greedily drank in the sight of
Hilda's handy work as the inner lips now pulsed and glistened with orgasmic
fire and the bursting clit glowed like a mighty ember.

"And now...we shall ensure Rex feels your calling to his very innermost
being...the craving will become a wanting, a hunger so deep that only you
can satisfy!" Barbara whispered as she moved down, her warm breath playing
gently upon Hilda's pulsating snatch.

The sudden movement caught Hilda off guard but as soon as the expert tongue
work began... the lashing, licking, lapping away at her now throbbing
clit...her trembling mouth opened wide and her soul sang out.
"REX...REX...REX...YOU ARE MINE!!!"

Barbara adored this type of in-depth work upon a coven sister's most
private, ultra aroused feminine area. The taste was a glory and the feel of
Hilda's engorged clitoris was like a flesh sculpted miniature penis upon
the moist surface of her busy tongue.



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Rex sat tense and nervous in the front area of the shop; "Prince's Passion"
looked as garish as it sounded.

Bob had arranged the visit and it was now ten minutes past five and he was
still waiting. The attractive Asian woman had asked him to sit in the
chairs out front and read a magazine until Howard was ready for him. A
quick glimpse inside the main salon had afforded Rex a view of four chairs
each filled by a male client and all being treated to various male grooming
treatments. The clinicians were all female and mostly rather striking in
their looks. The Asian woman was in charge of the phone and reception area
and it looked as if she also took care of all payments since the till sat
by her on the large oak desk that separated her from the room at large.

Rex sat wondering where Howard, the man in charge, did his personal
treatments since all the chairs in the main salon room were occupied.
Suddenly, a door opened in the rear of the main salon and out stepped a
suited fellow of about 40 or so followed by a blonde, swarthy fellow all
dressed in white...he looked a bit like a surgeon. Rather clinical indeed
thought Rex who kept staring.

"Thank you, Howard. Next week, same time?" The gentleman customer asked as
he stepped before the oak desk to pay for his treatment with a credit card
held aloft.

"Yes, Mr. Duncan. A pleasure as always to serve you. And now,
Mr. Davenport...Rex Davenport?"  The blonde Howard Prince asked as he
inclined his cherubic face downward at gaping Rex.

"Yes, that's me. I am here." Rex burbled as he jumped up on his tired, warm
feet and followed the rather quick stepped beautician through the main
salon area and into the private inner workroom...Mr. Howard Prince's
sanctum of male beauty.

Mr. Prince turned round and faced Rex as the door shut with swish behind
them. The face was handsome, skin truly perfect; flawless...shining,
healthy rosy cheeks glowed like ripe apples. Age was somewhere between 30
and....who knew. Rex was full of admiration and awe. The twinkling
blue-eyed blonde man reacted as if this happened every day.  "You think me
handsome and I am. I work at it. And I create beauty in all my male
clients, that's what I do. And you are lucky Bob Crenshaw is a friend and
loyal patron and that is why I squeezed you in. You have a "Hot Date", he
tells me and I am to prepare you, he picks up the tab...How lucky are you!"
Howard Prince said as he walked to the barber-style chair and with a
flourish raised his hand.

"The treatment chair...BUT strip now and sit...nude! I must see ALL before
we begin!"

Rex gulped. His body was sweaty and warm; he had nearly run to make the 5
PM appointment. The blue eyes looked sternly at him; he knew if he were to
be ready for Hilda at 7 PM, he'd better cooperate.


Howard Prince stood, one hand resting on the back of the treatment chair
and watched his newest client disrobe.

Rex slipped off his grey suit coat and draped it over the small chair in
the corner and then carefully unknotted his necktie and pushed it down
inside the outer breast pocket. Quickly he undid each button of the white
dress shirt he was wearing and pulled it off; adding it to the now growing
pile of discarded wardrobe. Having no undershirt to remove brought Rex's
gloriously sculpted mature man chest into Howard Prince's view instantly.

Mr. Prince gave out a pleased little sound as Rex carried on stripping
off. The black leather loafers were stepped out of and two long black
gold-toed socks were slid off to reveal perfectly manly feet, pink and
robust...another good sign thought the master of beauty as he watched
closely making plenty of mental notes.

Suit trousers dropped and maroon underwear, tight and form
fitting...sensuously peeled away, down long muscular legs...toned and
shapely. Rex stood nude facing the master beautician as his large uncut
tool swung mercilessly like a club before him...tumescent, ready...a
trickle of juice just cresting the closed foreskin that barely could
contain the lately ever-aroused meat within.

Rex gazed down at his aroused but not yet erect manhood...and sheepishly
looked back at Howard Prince's exploring eyes.

The reddish grey haired manly stud pleased Howard Prince greatly.  "You are
a perfect male specimen for your age...Bob said 50, I say...wonderful!
Toned, healthy skin, fine posture, thick hair...a bit too much body hair
but that I can deal with soon AND that manly equipment...divine!"  The
swarthy beauty king announced in his deep yet lilting cadence as Rex stood
shifting from one bare foot to another.

With a speedy gesture, Mr. Prince draped the treatment chair in a clean
white sheet and pointed.  "Come, sit...let's begin!"

The chair was in a sitting position and Rex walked as casually as possible
over to the chair, his large sweaty bare feet leaving imprints on the blue
stone tiled floor surface with each step. He sat on the soft sheet and sank
pleasantly into the chair, his feet finding the cool metal surface of the
foot rest below and his arms landing on the padded armrest sections on
either side. Rex reclined his head against the headrest and looked around
the treatment room. A wall of shelving filled with numerous male grooming
products for all body parts from head to toes was the most prominent
feature he could see. A counter vanity unit with large mirrors and the all
important hair washing sink with flexi hose stood almost behind him. Nearby
sat a rolling metal trolley that contained all sorts of odd equipment on
each of the four trays that stacked upon one another; the assortment looked
strangely ominous to Rex as he gazed about the well-lit small space.

A curtained doorway was in the far corner and Rex wondered to himself just
who or what may come prancing in through it at any moment; his nudity was
arousing but yet he felt slightly vulnerable as well!

He need not wonder long because just as the thought entered his head,
Howard pushed a small intercom near the vanity and spoke sharply.

"Monique and Inga...come now, we are ready!"

Footsteps, light and nimble tri-trapped above Rex's head on the floor above
and soon the sound of approaching feet echoed down a stairway behind the
curtained doorway.

Two young women appeared in white uniforms just like their boss. Each was
attractive and about 25 or so in age. One dark and one fair...each sped to
Rex's sides like nurses in a hospital. Neither seemed at all fussed by a
mature naked stud sitting in the chair...slightly aroused and a bit on edge
to say the least.

"Our client must be ready by 6:45 PM to leave for his date at 7 PM...Where
are you going? Bob only said you need to be there at 7 PM...is it far? Must
we rush even more?"  Howard said in his clipped way and gazing down at Rex
who sat looking lost for all words.

"No, not far at all. 6:45 will be fine...just fine. Thank you...for
asking." Rex added with a weak smile.

"Good...we have no time to waste. Inga...head and face, treatment number 3
with extra rinsing since his hair looks greasy and a very close facial
shave since he did a rather sorry job this morning it would
appear. Monique...hands and feet, treatment number 1 with a slight sanding
buff on his left heel and a very light coating of clear nutrient lacquer on
all his fingernails... long overdue in my opinion. I shall groom the
central body and massage with invigorating toning oils." The master
announced like a judge passing sentence and the room burst into activity
with Rex being dealt with by six busy hands!

The chair was reclined in a swift fluid movement and before Rex knew what
was happening his eyes were covered by a warm, aromatic cloth; he only felt
and heard his various treatments being carried out from this point on...he
was in very capable hands indeed!

Howard Prince set to work on Rex's chest and pubic region. An energizing
massage delighted Rex, the hands of the master kneaded and rubbed with
adroit skill. True, the women were also massaging their areas in addition
to the various prescribed treatments...BUT Mr. Prince was gifted far beyond
anything Rex had ever experienced before in any ordinary barber shop or
massage salon.

The gentle body hair trimming was done by electric shaver and also by
blade. Some of Rex's chest hairs...ones deemed off-kilter or too long were
removed. The rest were trimmed and shaped artfully around each of his
pectorals and now framed his nipples more attractively, according to Howard
Prince's explanatory comments as he worked over Rex all the while watching
the clock.

Rex's felt his pubic hairs all round his cock being raked through by manly
fingers.  "These are nicely rusty gold coloured. Men today like them shaved
away but I sense you are proud of these...today we trim only...just a touch
around the edges."

Rex privately breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried Howard might shave
them all away. The buzzing around and tickling pulls of his pubic hairs
being groomed made his uncut cock flex and bob with life. Howard's fingers
lifted his ample meat upward and out of the buzzing tools way.

"My, my...what a hefty piece of equipment we have here ladies! I think our
client has all the makings for a very successful date tonight!" Howard
Prince blurted out in a slightly catty fashion as the two female assistants
made giggling sounds as they carried on their various tasks.

Rex almost pulled the cloth aside but held his position on the chair and
just enjoyed being admired and they really did admire him...he could tell!






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It was midway through Rex's manly grooming session that only a few streets
to the south on a quiet side street inside the charmingly deceptive Mayfair
House Bed and Breakfast, Hilda lay gasping for breath...orgasm after orgasm
washed over her chubby MILF body and shook the large bed violently as if
she were possessed by demons. Her ever increasing wails creeping up the
attractive Victoriana wallpaper and soaring heavenward to the roof timbers
above.

"Rex....REX...MY LOVE....COME....COME...AAAAAHHHHHH!"

Barbara lifted her wet mouth away from Hilda's practically frothing pussy,
placed a gentle hand on the busy fingers masturbating in frenzied motions.
"Stop, rest...Rex will be sensing you ever rising vaginal lubrication and
his man-seed continues to ooze thru your inner cavity albeit mixing with
Rolf's single offering as well...Rolf also may feel a pulling at his
heartstrings! Your arousal is near fever pitch and now Rex must be truly
summoned for if he fails to heed this call tonight, your mission may start
to weaken. Tonight is crucial! He must be awestruck, smitten...wild with
passion for you!"

The elder witch rose, her African print dress swaying gently. Her careful
steps took her to a cupboard in the corner and she returned to a shattered
Hilda holding a carved wooden casket in her hand.

Hilda looked up from her daze and saw the box and wondered what it might
contain...what ancient magical property.

Barbara lifted the lid and withdrew a withered looking brown star about the
size of a coin...it looked like a dried tree stick bent into a shape like a
star. It looked very old and a unique smell...sweet and spicy filled the
room.

These ancient stars were made by a tribe in Africa years ago. It's craved
from an extraordinarily rare wood and cured with herbs and spices for years
in little shallow holes, like graves covered in animal skins...and then
empowered in ritual secret ceremonies known only to tribal wise women,
voodoo queens of legend!  I have about six left, I once had ten. The use of
these is not taken lightly. A woman who uses one may risk killing her
chosen mate. Many a tribe banished a woman for using these! Combined with
our age-old Craving Spell...these stars are like a weapon against the
individual whom you want to control. The message sent out becomes a wild
frenzy, a raving hunger...get in the way of the man who is being "craved"
with the aid of the African Seduction Star...I shudder to think what he
might to do to get to his beloved!" Barbara said holding the wooden object
aloft and over Hilda's prostrate nude body.

"Use it...Use it! Rex is strong. I will not harm him...use it!" Hilda
moaned as she reached for the star.

"Wait. The risk is great. He will be struck like thunder and he will come,
hungry...wild...insatiable! His manhood will rise and grow...blood will
pump like fire! The passion is dangerous and all consuming. Your heightened
level of arousal will make this a near lethal dose. Beware! The choice is
yours!" Barbara warned with eyes fixed like daggers on Hilda.

Hilda looked crazed as her long silver-black hair fell raggedly over her
reddened face...her words bit the air like a rabid dog.

"DO IT!"


Barbara placed the wooden casket upon the nearby bedside table and moved
over, sliding down again between Hilda's wide spread legs...her fleshy
limbs trembling with anticipation. Barbara grasped one African Seduction
Star between her finger and thumb...Hilda thrust her head back on the
pillows and opened her innards wide, wider...straining. She sensed what
needed to occur, she had no clear notion as to how the star was used but
sensed it intuitively...opening herself up for the needed "boost" to her
Craving Spell for dear Rex.

With her free hand, Barbara pried open the outer labia of Hilda's
cunt...gently now she pushed the stick-like structure down between the
inner moist, warm folds of velvety flesh...down, further in...her finger
straining to push the sharp object deep, homeward to Hilda's aged womb
entrance.

The sizzling sensation rocked Hilda like a pain, searing her insides,
nearly ripping her open.

Barbara pulled her hands free in time to see the change, the near
panic...the intense fit of passion.

Hilda flung about the bed from side to side and held her shaking hands down
around her naked, bulbous middle...the guttural cries coming from her were
more animal than human!
"ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH...OOOOOO........NOOOOOOOOO......RRRREEXXXXX!!"

Barbara stood above her thrashing coven sister and pronounced loudly.  "The
ripping, burning pain of the dissolving star will cease soon...your inner
juices are roiling and frothing. Rex's seed is being churned,
boiled...consumed by your need, your lust! His craving will now drive
him...MAD for YOU! Call him....call him NOW!!"

Hilda bolted like a spasmodic fiend and leapt upward, nearly toppling from
the bed...her naked body shuddering, twisting...craning outward to Rex! Her
screams issued forth and made Barbara's clit bristle with the coming sexual
tempest about to be unleashed.  "REX....REX.....YOU ARE MINE!"






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It was just about at this very moment when the busy group of beauty
clinicians that surrounded Rex were suddenly and violently interrupted from
their ordinary tasks and introduced to the world of the unnatural or rather
supernatural!

Rex had been enjoying the sensations of his hand being manicured, his hair
being combed and his ball sack have a few hairs gently but purposefully
being trimmed away when it struck...without warning.

His mind went blank...his eyes flashed over in bright silver then red...as
if an explosion had happened right in the very room he reclined in. His
body stiffened, jolted and his hands shot up...knocking the tray trolley of
beauty aids clattering off to one side. Howard and the shocked women backed
away from Rex who seemed to be having a fit or spasm. They gasped loudly
and held their hands upward to protect themselves from what seemed to be a
complete madman!

Rex, unseeing, launched himself up and stood nude and shaking violently
before the horrified onlookers. His strong arms flailed about and his
eyes...looked all white, they had rolled backward inside his head. His
mouth drooled and he groaned in deep rasping tones.
"HIIILDA....HILLLLLDAAAA!"

His eyes refocused and yet he could not see...only act. His body strode
forward like Frankenstein's monster and his uncut cock was now fully erect
and stood like a flagpole out before him. His unsheathed cock-knob glowed
purple and a steady stream of pre-cum oozed like a fountain onto the tile
floor.  "HILLLLDA.....HILLLLDAAAA!"

Monique screamed and dashed for the curtained doorway. Inga passed out in a
heap. Howard Prince reached out and grabbed Rex by his meaty, warm naked
shoulders.

"Mr. Davenport? Are you OK? REX...speak to me!" Howard begged.

Rex now saw his clothes; more in a trance than not...he threw himself away
from Howard and pulled at his clothes attempting to dress.

Rex tried to speak. He was so in need of Hilda. Her body, her voice...her
smell...he needed to leave. He only wanted to get to Hilda. His mind
cleared momentarily and he gasped a few strange oddities at Howard Prince
who looked near tears.  "Don't worry. I am fine. I'll pay for the broken
cart. Say sorry to the girls. Sorry for it all!"

Rex was now pulling on his long black gold-toe socks and pushing his feet
roughly into his shoes.

"You are in no fit state to go anywhere. You have had a seizure...or
fit. Sit down. Please!!"  Howard begged to Rex as Rex jammed himself into
his suit coat.

The clients in the outer main salon watched a handsome, well-groomed figure
dash away into the fading sunset and Howard Prince desperately trying to
stop him. The loud commotion from the inner-room had been so quick, so
brief.

The inner treatment room lay in shambles and two young beauticians remained
in shock, one still on the floor barely able to come to from her fainting
spell. In all Howard's long and colourful gay life-style he'd never seen a
male penis grow like that so quickly...so animal like! It was truly
freighting and yet...VERY EXCITING! He wondered if Inga and Monique would
ever want a man again after what they saw back there! Howard decided then
and there to see if he could work with sexy, ultra-volatile Rex Davenport
again...as soon as possible.

And Rex...practically running through the crowded streets of released
workers finished for the week...all jolly, all relaxed...and he in a
complete, utter frenzy. He knew the way to Mayfair House, he saw the
directions once on-line but now...he felt almost able to find dear
Hilda...by her divine scent. He was like a he-wolf on the trail of a
bitch. His cock raged and his body pulsed. Sweat gleamed over his now
freshly groomed body like a soaking rain. He craved Hilda as he craved
every breath of air he took. Hilda was his world now!





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