The Coin (Part 5)


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All
that had been inflicted would be repaid to each one of the men, including
Reggie. She had survived and now she must deal with her world.  She had no job, no money, and no future.  She was starting with nothing but she walked
with her head high. Having the coin filled her with confidence.

As Vanna rode the city bus home, she worried
all the way.  “What will George say?  Will he even listen to me?  Can we still be friends?  Can I tell him what happened? Will he snap
and go off the deep end?  Will he want to
kill me or Reggie?  Should I avoid George
and just run away?  Maybe I dreamed all
of this.  Maybe none of this happened at
all.”

While she worried and reasoned,
inadvertently she reached into her pocket and touched the coin for
reassurance.  It was still there but this
time it did not feel cold and metallic. The coin was warm and vibrating.
Passengers on the bus stirred from their normal isolated lethargy.  As if on command they turned in unison and
smiled at her.  Their smiles turned to
concern.  “You poor dear,” one woman
said, “Did someone hurt you?”  Others
joined in with their concerns.  Then one
of the men said quietly, “Tell us who hurt you and we will take care of them.”

Vanna squeezed the coin.  The passengers turned back around, the
incident forgotten for the moment.  Vanna
was shocked by their response. There was more to this coin than she had thought
possible. Her mind raced as she wrote down ways she could test the coin’s power
and capabilities.  She would have to be
very careful not to let others know the coin even existed.

Preoccupied with thoughts of the coin, Vanna
stepped from the bus and walked towards her apartment. Oblivious to the world
she crossed the intersection.  Drivers
from both directions stopped, waiting patiently as if she were royalty.  Then traffic resumed as if nothing had
happened.

George had slipped messages under her door,
taped messages to her door and left messages on her phone.  They were overwhelming. She didn’t want to
read them or respond. Vanna just needed rest and time to think.  The answering machine clicked on and George’s
voice said, “I miss you. I’m worried about you and you know I love you.  Where have you been?”

There was nothing she wanted to say to him
right now.  Any kind of conversation
could go on and on. She would have to face him sometime, but not now, not
today, and maybe not even tomorrow.  She
cared about George.  Anything she said
would hurt him deeply and that would break her heart.  How could he understand if she didn’t
understand everything either?

She locked her door, unplugged
her phone, swallowed several sleeping pills, took a long hot shower and scrubbed
until her skin was raw, then fell into bed.
She would ignore George and the world for awhile.  Tomorrow would be a new day.

Vanna’s dreams were not pleasant.  Shapes and voices were everywhere, telling
her what to do, making her apologize for not cooperating, for not being eager
to try new things.  She awoke, drenched
with perspiration.  She lay there wide
awake staring at the ceiling.  But even
there she saw shadows and thought they might be moving.

Afraid of her dreams she decided to look at
the coin again. When she touched it on the bus it had been so soothing. Perhaps
it would comfort her a little.

She had placed the coin on her dresser in a
small box with her earrings,  earrings without
matches she had found while working, on the street, and even at church.  Without a matching earring it would be
ridiculous to wear any of them.  Yet she
couldn’t throw them away. They were just to remind her that someday when she
had money she would find their mates.

The coin was difficult to find because the
box was crowded with earrings.  Confused
by this turn of events she flicked on the light switch.  There were more earrings than she remembered.
“Impossible,” she murmured. She stared blankly for a moment before the truth
hit her.  All the earrings were matched
and organized!

Another thought.  “Was the coin still there?” To her relief the
coin was there, almost covered by the extra earrings.  Vanna gingerly removed it from the box and
held it in the light. Vibrating gently the coin warmed her hand, her arm, and
slowly warmed her.  It was almost singing
to her.  “Strange,” she whispered.  Remembering she was tired, Vanna lay back on
the bed, calm and content for the moment.
She placed the coin under her pillow and fell into a deep, restful
sleep.

(To
be continued)

 

The
Coin  (Part 6)

The Coin (Part 4)


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Instead of gaining freedom Vanna merely
advanced to the next stage of their pleasure. One of the men placed an iron
collar around her neck.  A long chain was attached before she was released from
the stocks.

She was prodded towards a smaller room. Twice
she slowed but electricity jolted her to a faster pace. The room was even
darker than the dungeon. At first she could see nothing, but as her eyes adjusted
to the darkness she noticed floodlights.
They were suspended from the ceiling and focused on a bed in the middle
of the room.

Vanna heard a familiar voice. Reggie was
back. He said nothing to her but he was carrying the coin again.  Slowly he carressed the coin and the pain
inflicted by torture began to disappear. Warmth raced through her limbs and her
body once again responded to his thoughts.

Reggie made a slight wave and floodlights
splashed across the bed. A cameraman sat on a platform behind two cameras
waiting for a signal. “Action, please,” Reggie said loudly and nodded to the
waiting men. They took her, one by one, exploring and dominating her.

There was a thirty minute break and then they
were at her two at a time. For the finish all three were there, using her and
enjoying all she had to offer.

During that time there were voices and
laughter and shadowy shapes that appeared and disappeared.  But Vanna was beyond all reasoning and beyond
any experiences she had ever had.  She
could not push away nor did she want to.
While Reggie held the coin she had no choice but to submit and enjoy.
Wave after wave of passion swept over her as she made love again and again. Within
each moment she found pleasure.

She awoke to find herself alone, exhausted,
and filled with sadness.  In the back of
her mind were dim memories of a world that had changed overnight.  She began sobbing uncontrollably. Her plans
to use him had failed miserably.  She had
been used instead.

Stumbling around she found her way back to
his office without encountering anyone.
Her clothes were scattered about just as she had left them.  Hastily she slipped them on. She wanted to
slip away, take a shower, drink some tea, and think.  She was disoriented and confused.

Worse yet, she had little knowledge about
last night.  She only had vague
recollections about the music, the liquid, Reggie, and the three men.  She was terribly disgraced.  There was nothing she could do to change
anything. What words could she say when there was nothing left but pain? How
could she stay when there was nothing left to gain?  For her, life’s meaning was slowly slipping
down the drain.

She took one last look around the room. A
small gleam from Reggie’s desk caught her eye.
She moved towards it.  A coin! He
had left a coin on his desk.  She quickly
put it into her pocket and headed out the door.

A woman stopped her before she got very far.
Sternly she said, “It’s time you left.
There’s nothing here for you.
Life will go on after you’re gone.”

“What about my job?” Vanna wailed.  “Where is he?”

For the first time Vanna realized how
desperate she sounded.  She dug into her
pockets searching for a tissue.  Her
fingers touched the coin.

The woman’s demeanor was immediately
different and her tone of voice softened.
“I’m sorry, Miss. He’s gone.  Last
night several people packed up everything and left.  When I came in this morning everything was
gone except for you.  You must have had
one fine time last night.”

Vanna was stunned by what she heard.  Everything had happened so quickly.  She could remember little of last night, except
for shapes and voices.  But as her
fingers played with the coin her memory began to clear.  This coin had kept her under a spell.  It had power to make her do things she didn’t
want to do.

With growing excitement it finally dawned on
her. She had the coin! He could not control her if she had the coin. At first
that was all that mattered to her.  She
was free!

The Coin (Part 3)


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After work she was greeted by lightning and
thunder.  The heavens opened and rain
poured down.  Vanna dashed to her car but
she was immediately soaked.  As soon as
she arrived home she peeled off her
clothes and showered.  While she
sipped her tea she thought, “I never would have guessed it.  Storms are so unpredictable.”

The
following morning her work day was lighter.
There had been no parties so she began dusting and vacuuming.  She went in and out of his study several
times wanting to see his reaction.  He
was holding a coin again, rubbing it, talking to it, and then looking at her. His
gaze became more intense. Oddly her temperature rose as he watched.  It disturbed her at first to discover she was
aroused and moist.  She stayed out of
sight for awhile, afraid not for what he might do but afraid of what she might
do.

When she returned Reggie was still holding
the coin.  His gloves were off and he was
rubbing the coin slowly.  He looked up
and she was immediately mesmerized.
Reggie turned on some music.  It
was primitive and unexciting at first but Vanna found herself listening
closely.  It drew her in, her feet
sliding gracefully in time with the beat.

Reggie began rubbing the coin more
vigorously.  The pace quickened yet she
danced on, not able to quit or falter.  Her eyes closed and she was in a dream, her
dream, the one she had the previous night.
Now she danced solely for him, twisting, writhing, spinning.

He sat there smiling, waiting, and knowing.  There was more to this dance and he continued
holding the coin, his very thoughts becoming her moves. He rubbed the coin once
more and wet his lips in anticipation. She looked at him blankly then smiled
and nodded. She began dancing slowly, suggestively, moving closer and closer to
him. With each spin she took off clothing until she stood bare and
glistening.

He rose and beckoned. She followed
obediently and was led into a nearby room.
He gave her a vial of liquid which she drank slowly.  Circles of color bounced about the room and
her skin tingled with electricity.  Her
dream was getting stranger by the minute. Now she was having an out of body
experience. Vanna could feel herself floating as Reggie led her down a long
flight of stairs.  How could she protest
when she wasn’t even in her body?

They stopped before a massive door.  He pulled it open and they entered a large
room lighted only by candles.  “A
dungeon,” she thought. “Why are we here?
Aren’t dungeons for torture?”

She was led to a wooden structure. She was
told to put her hands and her head on the beam. Her life was not her own and
she still had no thought of resisting.  A
wooden bar swung down, locking her neck and wrists in place.

Three men stepped out of the shadows.  “What do you think, gentlemen?” he said
loudly.  “What are you willing to pay for
this fine lady?”  Reggie stood before her
holding a paddle.  He circled behind
her  and swatted her buttocks with a
resounding whack.  Vanna howled with
pain.

Her senses were returning and she screamed a
protest.  “Don’t do that! Let me go or
I’ll report you to the authorities!”

“See what I mean, gentlemen?” Reggie
purred.  “Somebody will have to tame
her.”  He hesitated and then said,
“Unless all three of you want to do the job.
Of course, that’ll be extra. Divide the cost between you.  Pay for two, get one free.” Reggie chuckled
at his own sales pitch.

The three men looked at each other and
nodded.  “Of course,” Reggie said,
“payment comes first and the lady must remain alive.  Other than that, she’s all yours.”

Vanna struggled at first as she dealt with
one humiliation after another.  Each time
she protested other devices were added that stretched, pulled, or penetrated.  In this dungeon there was no mercy. The three
men were devious in their methods. For awhile she protested and threatened as
she endured the atrocities. Then she realized it was pointless to complain or
object. Those tactics worked against her.

At
some point she began aiding her tormentors because they treated her better when
she was compliant. She progressed from one stage to another. Gradually she learned
to beg for pain, beg for new experiences, beg to be degraded. When they stopped
torturing her she rested and waited, thinking she might be released or that she
could find a way to escape.

The Coin (Part 2)


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She knew she didn’t love her boss.  She didn’t even know his real name. She already
knew the one she loved.  She loved
George, her childhood sweetheart.  It was
as simple as that. He was handsome, muscular, courteous, and charming.  He treated her like a princess. They had
grown up together, went to the same schools, and were expected some day to
marry and have children who would grow up in the same area and repeat the
cycle. Everything was so planned, so neat and tidy.

But
Vanna also knew George was only a mechanic and he would never change.  He liked being a mechanic and having dirty
fingernails.  “It’s honest work,”  he would say.
But she was not quite satisfied.  Doubts
were gathering, like storm clouds on the horizon, because George didn’t make
enough money.  How could she quit her
job?  How could he support a family on
what he made?  She could envision kids
racing around the house with patches on their clothes or wearing
hand-me-downs.  The family would live
paycheck to paycheck, never getting ahead, never having enough money to travel
the world or buy fancy things.  “Yes,”
she reasoned, “I love George, but love is not enough.  I want excitement and more life than he can
give me.”

That night when she and George made love,
she gave herself completely, knowing it might be their last time together.  George was thrilled she was so
passionate.  It was the perfect time to
show her his surprise, a wedding ring.  “Let’s go off tonight and get married,” he
whispered.  “We’ll have a great life
together.”

“Not yet, George,” she answered. “There’s no
hurry.  We’ve been together forever, it
seems.  Let’s keep something for our
dreams.”

The following day as she got ready for work
she turned on the weather channel.  “I
hope today’s weather will be unusual.  I’m
getting tired of every day being hot.”
To her surprise the weatherman was predicting isolated thunderstorms and
to be prepared just in case. She dismissed the warning when he said there was only
a 20% chance of rain.

Her work day started out the same. She
arrived at eight, went in and made coffee.  The kitchen was in total disorder. Beer cans and
glasses were everywhere.  Other rooms
were also in disarray. She sighed and began cleaning the Great Room and the
kitchen.  At least she had job security
since her boss had so many parties.

Vanna never used her boss’s name.  She had been told to always address him as
Sir”.  When the delivery service brought
a package she noticed that it was addressed to Sir Reginald William Duke
IV.  The name was regal and pompous,
leading her to imagine old money, distinguished heritage, and glorious titles.  Once she got past all the formalities she
decided she would call him Reggie.

Vanna
could picture her name being changed to sound like royalty.  And what if she was no longer a maid but she had
her own maid?  And what if she lived in a
large mansion or castle?  Her blood would
change from red to blue.  She giggled as
she imagined all this happening to Vanna, the daughter of the town drunk.  George could have been a good husband but he
could not have given her the quality of life she envisioned.  So goodbye love, hello money! It would all be
coming her way.

Later that day Reggie called her over to his
desk.  His coins were out and he held one
in the palm of his gloved hand.  “I’ve
been meaning to talk to you.  I’ve
planned an intimate get together tomorrow for a few of my friends.  You will be my special guest.” He rubbed the
coin and waited expectantly as if there was no choice.  “Of course, this will be after you get off
work.  It might go a bit long so don’t
have anybody waiting up for you.  Oh, and
don’t tell anyone.  I don’t want the
press popping in for pictures.”

Without hesitation her words tumbled out. “Of
course, Sir. I’d love to.” This was not her usual way of responding.  She liked digesting everything and sorting
things out before she said yes or no. This time she felt compelled to answer
immediately.

Later as she went about the house, she
thought about what he said. “Tomorrow, a few intimate friends, special guest,
after you get off work.”  Somehow it
seemed strange with her being a guest but expected to work anyway.  She was excited but cautious. What did it all
mean?   But like the weather forecast, Vanna dismissed
any reservations she had.

Since there was no mention of how she should
dress for this intimate get together, she put her best dress in a small
suitcase along with a few essentials.  (To
be continued)

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