"All that is beside the point, anyway, sweetheart. I'm not going to fuck you again… not tonight, anyway… I just want you to do something for me. Take this medicine up to Mrs. Cassidy. The doctor just had it sent over. You tell her the doctor said to take two teaspoons right away. Stay there until she takes it."
Ella clasped the tiny brown bottle in her hand. She felt relieved, but also strangely let down. If that was all he wanted of her… she could easily do that.
"But…" she started. Erick's fingers moved upward toward the dark haired split of her hidden pussy, his forefinger slipping in under the elastic of her nylon panties, pushing forthrightly against the tip of her hidden clitoris.
"Uuuuunhh!" she gasped, her whole body remembering the day on the beach with the young lawyer. She had not even gotten a letter from her boy friend in Vietnam yet, but she'd read an article about how the soldiers carried on with Vietnamese girls. It made her feel better about the sinful way she kept thinking of young Erick Cassidy all the time.
"You take it right now, love. Hurry up!" Erick whispered into her ear.
"You and I will have our meeting soon enough!"
His finger made one last upward motion into the thin wet lips of her minuscule vagina, and then he whisked it out, spun Ella around, and, giving a pat on her tight little buttocks, sent her off toward the house.
Sylvie lay in bed, a light crocheted shawl that she had bought on her honeymoon trip to Italy tossed over her revealing silk nightgown. She had dutifully taken the medicine that Ella had brought up. It had a bitter taste, but Sylvie was sure that it must contain something special to make her regain her strength. Already, she seemed to feel a great deal better. Resting in bed all the long day had helped her a lot, and now she didn't feel in the least bit sleepy. She tried reading one of the many books she kept at her bedside, but, though she riffled through several of them, none seemed to strike the right chord. She could feel her mind as well as her body mending now as she managed to assimilate the horrible things that she had endured with Erick into the thoughts that seemed a bit more formulated. She felt that she had probably paid off her debt to Erick… the price had been terrible, but at least it was over. He could not help but be satisfied by what he had done to her. She would prove herself to be as strong as any Cassidy by getting over it… by carrying on with her life as though it had never happened. She had made a dreadful mistake, and her own body had deceived her, making her act in ways she had never dreamed of, but now, all desire was slaked from her system… she thought. What a relief to know some kind of peace from those inner torments.
Sylvie picked up the latest copy of WEEKLY magazine, and looked at her own picture on the cover. Her fine perfect features were as exciting as any movie star's, and for once, Sylvie felt a surge of pride as she remembered that she was more than a movie star… she was the wife of Tim Cassidy, a position that held the glamour of stardom, but also held all the importance of being the spouse of a man who was serving the country.
She put the book down and closed her eyes, thinking that she must somehow have strained them. The picture had suddenly blurred out of focus. She ran her fingers through the light weight of her long, beautifully brushed blonde hair, feeling suddenly warm all over, so warm in fact that she had to remove the shawl from her shoulders, and indeed she felt like removing her nightgown. Her tongue was thick in her mouth, and suddenly she felt completely parched. Sylvie jumped up and hurried into the bathroom, where she removed her gown, slipping on a shorter one that lay neatly folded in a chest. Then she drew herself a large glass of water and drank it down, noting it did little to make her feel cooler. She stepped under the shower and turned on the cold water. The feel of the water on her deep peach toned naked body began to inflame her. Each drop was like an obscene caress that stimulated her beyond belief, making her cry out in an acute agony of desire.
"What's happening… what's happening to me!!" she wondered aloud, hurrying from the shower and going to her medicine cabinet where she withdrew a small tin of salve. She dipped her fingers into the salve and then spread it onto her tingling and engorged nipples. Then she put a little bit down between her legs, rubbing upward into the cleft of her swollen and oddly stimulated pussy folds. Instead of soothing her as she had expected the calming salve to do, it had exactly the opposite effect, and she was startled to find herself rubbing against the velvet of her inner membranes with a pressure that became more and more furious "Oh My God!" she whimpered, "My God!!!"
Everything seemed to be coming apart. She felt light as a feather, one moment, and then she felt heavy and lethargic. When she tried to focus on something, it appeared to move and shift and she was forced to close her eyes tightly. Little shivers began to traverse her half-clad body and she ripped off the shorter nightgown and finally fell to the floor of her dressing room which gave onto the bathroom. She just had to get something inside her… something that would satisfy her!
Panic stricken, the thought entered her mind that she might die if she did not have surcease from the waves of shuddering lust that spread through her, she rolled nakedly over the deep pile rug, rubbing herself against the grain of the fiber, until she reached the wall and the intercom system. She knelt and pressed the buzzer that would sound in the servants' quarters. Frank answered almost immediately.
"Frank…get up here right away… I need help!!" she cried in desperation.
"Yes M'am!" Frank turned from the intercom and passing the curious Ella, he made his way toward the back stairway. He did not know what might be wrong with Mrs. Cassidy, but he was prepared to offer any assistance that he could, and he hurried up the stairs, panting at the untoward effort.
Frank entered the spacious bedroom that Tim and Sylvie Cassidy shared and seeing no one gravitated toward the dressing room. There he was stunned to see Sylvie Cassidy's flushed and naked body rolling and twisting spread-eagled upon the rug.
In her hands she held the thick phallus shape of a gilded candle; one of several that were placed about the white and gold dressing room for decorative effect. In desperation she was trying to fit the thick instrument up into her raging vagina. She twirled her entire body upwards and a little to the side, her legs wide-spread as the pointed end of the candle appeared to be stuck just inside her widely yearning pussy.
"Uuunghh!" Sylvie's terror-filled eyes turned to Frank who stood in the doorway, with an equally alarmed expression on his face.
She seemed to be imploring him with her eyes to come and help her get the large candle inside her.
" Frank… Frank… Frank…help… you've got to help me…I've got to ram it in…I've got to ram it inside… oh dear God… oh oh oh ohhh!"
Frank stepped hesitantly into the room. Nothing in his many years of experience with the Cassidy family had prepared him for this moment, and yet he felt that he had to rise to the occasion. He tried to mink of what was the best thing to do. He had been thoroughly trained in the fine art of serving, and this was a true test of his mettle. Finally his mind made up, he moved forward and grabbed hold of the candle, removing it from Sylvie's hands and with a sudden thrusting motion twirling it in the flooded pit of his employer's golden blonde fringed cunt and pushed it steadily until it began to slide with a lewd slippery noise into her rampaging cunt.
Sylvie felt the cold hard edged object entering her, filling her and with alarm she realized that it was making her cum, cum in an entirely different way than she had ever cum before. Her heavy well-formed breasts jiggled upon her chest, sprouting tiny orgasms of their own in the breasts that spread and electrified her entire body. Frank was pushing and pulling now, kneeling beside his climaxing mistress, hoping that he had made the right decision.