George and the Debt Pt. 09

Pager Update : The Fith-Fath's been created, but must be filled. Fenella has invited Anton and his Men to have sex with her. Debs is doing a shift at the Red Brothel. : Update Ends

The Red Brothel wasn't entirely new to Debs. She knew about it. Everyone in Damcaster knew about it and had opinions depending on their outlook on life. But she'd never been inside and she was sure George could never have afforded their prices. Every penny he had spare had gone on gambling and not in getting between a young whore's legs.

Debs' attitude has always been one of feeling a bit sorry for the girls who worked there. That they should have better employment to go to. But now she realised that it was worse. That some of the girls might be indebted to Anton, as she was, and not really have a choice in the matter. Modern slavery they called it on the news, as if there could be any confusion between what was happening now, in a Northern town, and slaves in ancient Rome. It was slavery, plain and simple, forget the 'modern' bit, she thought, just call it slavery.

Anton took her around the back of the building. It was only about 10 am and the place didn't open its doors for another half an hour, and didn't offer any girls for another half hour after that. Debs joined four other girls wandering in who, when they saw Anton, stopped their conversations and tried to look professional. One girl pulled her hoodie lower to hide the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and another hastily shoved a joint into a nearby rubbish bin. Evidently Anton had strict rules about drugs on the premises.

Inside Debs was presented to an elderly woman who was talking to Delroy. Debs knew - from pillow talk - that Delroy was, nominally, Anton's brothel manager but that the man didn't actually do any management. He was merely the figurehead for the business. A big black man to keep everyone, girls and punters, in line. The most useful and practical thing he did around the place was to road-test new girls. A task he threw himself into with great energy, to the dismay of some of the applicants who thought they would only have to massage the client and give the occasional hand-job. Delroy demonstrated to them the rather more extensive range of services they would have to offer. And it was a practical exam, not theory.

The real manager was a woman called Pamela and Anton handed Debs over to her.

Then he turned to Delroy. "Make yourself available this afternoon," he instructed. "I've got a treat for you."

"Soun' gud," replied his road-tester of whores, who - as usual - was dressed in his finest clothes and heavy gold jewellery. His top gear.

"Yeh, her mother," Anton said, pointing at Debs. "Should be unusual. She's a looker, for her age, but if I'm any judge she's got no idea what she's let herself in for. Count it as a reward to my senior management team for their good work this month."

Debs was confident that Anton's bunch of thugs shouldn't be graced with the phrase 'senior management', but at least it looked as if Anton had taken the bait for this part of the plan. When Delroy glanced in her direction she gave a brief smile. She tried to give the impression she wasn't entirely happy with the idea of this man fucking her mother, hoping this would make it even more enticing.

Then she was drawn away from the men by Pamela. She took Debs to the lounge and showed her around. It was a large room, comfortably furnished with several television screens on the walls and a pool table in the corner. Two of the screens showed sports channels but the others displayed flesh. One had a display of the faces of the girls who would be working that shift. Under each photograph was the girls working name and the faces were sometimes replaced by body length shots of them in various states of undress. Debs looked for her own photograph, rather expecting that she would be part of today's team, but it wasn't there. Whatever work Anton had planned for her was something different.

The final monitor screen showed a grand title...

Free cunt of the month.

It seemed that, in the manner of a 'happy hour' in a pub or bar, Anton ran a special offer once a month.

Pamela explained, "We sometimes give the punters a treat on a day when we know bookings will be low. Mid week tends to be slack. You're the treat this month. We have a light outside the building, and a banner on the website, that regulars know means someone's available for free use. Pulls them in. They have to book a girl of course, to qualify, but while they're waiting, or after, they get you."

"Oh," said Debs. There didn't seem much else to say.

"You'll do four hours, eleven 'til three," said Pamela. "Those are the 'happy hours'. Then you can go home. You'll need to. Now follow me."

Debs glanced back at the television screen high in the wall. It was now showing a variety of photos of herself. They looked like screen grabs from the videos that Anton had taken. And they were all selected so that her face could not be clearly seen. At least there's some anonymity, she thought, then she noticed the padded hole in the wall under the screen, and the straps above the hole. Ah, she thought. That's where I'm going.

Pamela led her out of the room and through a door in the corridor. This opened into a small booth. There was a bench and a corresponding padded hole in the wall. Debs realised she must be the other side of the lounge wall.

"Take all your clothes off, lay on the bench, and stick your legs through the hole. There's lubrication on the shelf. I suggest you use plenty and refresh it often. You're on the Pill I assume?"

Debs assured her she was, and did as she was told. The hole in the wall was surrounded by a rubber ring to stop anything chafing. It allowed room at the top for a punter to stick their arm through if they wanted to maul a breast. The bench was comfortable and above the hole there was a monochrome CCTV monitor that showed the other side of the wall. I suppose that's so I can see if someone's going to use me, she thought. Pamela left, closing the door behind her, and a few moments later Debs felt her legs being lifted. A muffled voice came through the hole.

"Shuffle towards me, lass," it said. "Your cunt needs to be a little closer to the punters."

Then her legs were strapped to the wall in a broad V shape. Debs was now trapped in place. Anyone approaching the hole would see an anonymous cunt for their use, a woman unable to say no, a hole for free use.

The straps holding her legs were well padded, the hole was padded, the bench was well padded, but it was still an uncomfortable position. She reached around to familiarise herself with the booth. There were two bottles of lube on one shelf and two bottles of water on the other. Both within easy reach. There were straps on the walls either side, like those on a bus or a train for standing passengers. And the bench had steel grab rails built in on both sides. Evidently it could sometimes be a rough ride. Debs grabbed a bottle of lube and squeezed some onto her hand, then she applied a generous dose to the inside of her vagina and around her labial lips.

On the CCTV she could see the receptionist opening the door and three men wandered in. After studying the screen of available girls they went to the desk to make their booking. Although there was no sound with the picture she could see they all exhibited a look of tension, a mild panic as if they were worried that if they delayed too much then one of the other men might take their preferred girl. Bookings sorted they sprawled on the chairs and two more men came in. Then one noticed Debs and walked over to the hole. He was looking upwards at an acute angle and she could tell he was reading the information. Perhaps he was checking that what he was about to do was really free, and there was nothing in the small print that would cost him extra.

Then, suddenly, he unbuckled his trousers and dropped them. They pooled around his knees because he'd spread his legs wide to get a solid position and to lower his cock to the right level for penetration. Then he fiddled with his pants. The angle was too acute to actually see what he was doing on the CCTV so Debs looked down her own body, lifting her head from the bench and looking out of the hole. He had pulled his underwear to the side, and was wanking his cock.

Foreplay was a brief rub over her clit, a finger between her labial lips, two fingers into her cunt to rub a few times, then he pushed inside. Debs was grateful she'd had the foresight to follow the manager's instructions, lots of lube, as he pounded away at her for five minutes before cumming. His grunts could be heard through the wall and, in that position, his face filled the CCTV screen. His appearance was distorted because he was so close to the lens, his face round and bulging, frog-like, which made his grimaces as he thrust away look even stranger than usual. Debbie had seen that expression on lots of clients over the last few weeks, usually on those who liked missionary and enjoyed staring into their whore's face. But always in reality, never like this with a wall between them. As he came he shouted, "Oh yeah!"

He remained deep inside her, hanging onto her thighs, until he'd stopped spurting then pulled away, a slap to her pudenda the only thank you to the woman on the other side of the wall. She quickly added more lube as he wandered away. He paused to talk to another guy, then pointed in Debs' direction. The second guy lumbered over and stuck his cock in Debs without any foreplay at all.

Once two men had been seen fucking her the rest of the men had a go. And now new punters arriving inevitably saw someone else hammering away at the woman in the hole. Several pointed at her while they were chatting with the receptionist, getting evidently the answer they wanted. She was a free gift. And everyone loves a free gift.

Debs found the experience deeply troubling. There was nothing about the fucking to make her really excited so, unlike even the most inept of her overnight clients, none of these men managed to make her orgasm with their thrusts. Most of them were in and out too quickly for her body to respond. And the copious lubrication meant she wasn't getting enough stimulation. Even the ones who were pounding away for ten minutes or so failed to make anything happen. Some punters laughed at their friends and pointed at the floor between her legs. She realised that she must be leaking cum and lubricant in fairly equal quantities from her cunt. None of the men offered to clean her up.

She decided that she would frig herself when the next man arrived. Perhaps that way she could cum. But, to her surprise and delight, the next man who came knelt between her legs and licked and sucked at her clit until she came. She grabbed the handrails on the bench as her back arched and her thighs trembled their way through her climax. The man joked with his mates and immediately another man was sucking at her. Her clit was feeling very sensitive because of the pounding and she quickly came a second time, shouting out loudly. Then a third pair of lips was applied as soon as she stopped writhing and Debs worked out this was some sort of competition. It was a 'how quickly can you make the dumb whore cum?' competition and soon she was screaming away under a relentless barrage of oral sex.

Nine, ten, eleven orgasms in a row followed with only a couple of minutes between them. She writhed around to their laughter, kicking at the restraints. Then, to her relief, they got bored of the game and drifted away to the pool table. They were replaced by a bunch of guys who looked like they'd just arrived from the building site. There were eight of them, clearly out on a works trip, four black guys, four white, and all well endowed. Debs had always thought that people said brutal things on social media that they wouldn't say to people's faces for that specific reason. They couldn't see the person. This was similar. Men who might have been quite reasonable clients overnight simply roughly penetrated her, and pounded away until they came with no consideration for her feelings in the matter.

Debs, for the first time, felt just like a piece of meat. None of her overnight punters had made her feel as degraded as this. Her mother had been right, Anton did have an evil thing set up for her. And there was always the possibility things would get worse. What would happen if the supply of men, those who wanted an overnight with the new MILF on Anton's books, dried up? What if he stopped getting a thousand a night from selling her? Would he put Chrissy in her place at home and relegate her to this sort of duty? A free cunt, or worse?

She lay back, sighed, and - as her body was shaken by the onslaught of cocks - waited for her shift to end.

Debs had endured about three of the four hours of her shift at the moment Fenella heard the door bell ring. Time to get witching, she thought, grimly.

Anton entered the house before Fenella could get to the door, as if he owned the place. Perhaps he thinks he does, thought Fenella. The house suddenly seemed very small with five large men standing in the hall.

"Welcome Anton... welcome Anton's merry men," Fenella purred. "We have drinks for you and a treat."

The treat was Chrissy dressed in nothing but a choker she'd found in her mother's supply of 'things my customers have brought me and want me to wear'. This was a drawer full of some strange things that her mother had been given over the last few weeks by clients. Things they had brought along saying 'please wear this'. There were the usual spiked collars and silk stockings, and some stranger things like butt-plug tails of various animals, but the simple velvet choker with the single word Slut written on it in sparkly letters appealed to Chrissy the most.

Fenella and Chrissy had arranged some bottles of whisky and rum on the table, and the kettle was boiled and ready to go. Orders were given and the men sat around the living room. As Chrissy served the drinks some of the men stroked her thighs or buttocks. Delroy stuck his fingers between her legs. With a cough Fenella brought their attention back to her.

"I'm an old woman," she said as she released the ties on the back of her elegant black dress and allowed it to slip to the floor. "I can take you all... but only one at a time... no gangbang!"

Under the dress she was naked. Her body was slender and her posture was like a catwalk supermodel. Although there were some wrinkles, most of her body was still in wonderful condition. Her small breasts had not entirely emptied but lay close to her chest, the large nipples erect with excitement. Her little belly was rounded but not sagging. Her thighs were slender, but not yet thin. Her back was a single elegant incurve, and they could see her spine but without it looking too bony. Her buttocks were small but had remained very firm. Even the area around her neck which, in the older woman, often becomes rather scrawny and bird-like was still beautiful. Each man looked at her and thought the same thing. She looks fantastic now, what a looker she must have been forty years ago!

Chrissy brought a chopping board from the kitchen and presented it to Anton. On the board were five bamboo skewers and a heavy cleaver.

"Anton," purred Fenella. "Would you please do the honours."

Anton picked up the cleaver, arranged the skewers next to each other and, with a single blow, chopped the ends off. He performed the cut at an angle and now the men had five skewers of differing lengths. Fenella lifted the skewers off the board and showed them, one at a time, whilst making 'Ooo' shapes with her mouth. It was agreed that the men would go in order, longest straw to shortest. Fenella handed the skewers to Chrissy and she arranged them in her fist so that the broad tab at the end showed for pulling, but so that the length of the shaft was concealed. Then she presented the bundle to each man in turn, making sure each man got a good look at her tits and cunt to keep them excited.

Anton, Craig, Geoff, Delroy and Aleksandar all selected, and then compared, their skewers. Geoff was to go first and Anton had drawn the shortest straw, he would be last. He didn't look particularly unhappy with this result, this was after all a reward to his men as much as a pleasure for himself. Aleksandar, on the other hand, looked very suspiciously at Fenella.

"What's the matter, man," laughed Craig. "You're second. Good position. She will have been opened up for you. And she'll have Geoff's cum in her if I'm any judge. Nothing better than sloppy seconds if you want to last a good long time."

"She witch," said the enforcer in his thick East European accent. "In my town we would have her hung before she could cast evil eye on us."

Chrissy couldn't help glance at Fenella. Was this all about to go very wrong, the teen thought? Could this man detect that Fenella had supernatural powers? Or had he just been looking at her Morticia Addams dress and made the assumption? She tensed up in preparation to flee if everything got violent.

But the other men just laughed.

"You're not in Serbia now, Aleksandar," said Anton. "We don't believe in that rubbish here. Or are you trying to change the order, so you go first and do the old Witchfinder General in her?"

He made a pumping action with his fist to suggest that a cock might be used to detect a witch. Matthew Hopkins, the real Witchfinder General had, during his reign around 1650, 'detected' and killed over 200 women. And, it was claimed, he used torture and sexual violence to obtain confessions.

"No no," replied Aleksandar, looking embarrassed. "No jump queue. Just saying my old granny would have said she was a witch."

Chrissy noted that the man was now blaming his elderly grandmother for his lucky guess. And that he had now acclimatised to the British culture enough to know that jumping the queue is one of those things you just don't do.

"Are you ready, Geoff?" said Fenella, who had stood calm throughout the conversation. Then she took him upstairs to hoots of encouragement from his colleagues.

The bedroom door closed and, soon after, there was a lot of grunts, moans and shrieks along with the sound of bouncing bedsprings. Fenella seemed to be praising Geoff for the size of his dick and his energy, the words 'big boy' and 'oh god' featured loud in the mix. Aleksandar waved at Chrissy to come over and give him a blow job to get him hard. It looked to Chrissy that he had got over his fear of Fenella and he wanted to be ready so as to not waste a moment in the room. She walked over, noting the scar on his right cheek from some fight in the distant past. It made him look very cruel.

Outside the bedroom room the sounds were all grunts and cries of passion but inside the bedroom all was peace and quiet. Disturbed only by an ancient chant.

Geoff was standing motionless by the bed and Fenella was sitting on the corner of the bed doing a very languid hand job. Her hand was moving over the length of his cock in a smooth action and his member quivered with tension. She'd been doing it for fifteen minutes now. Across Geoff's face intense emotions raced and his closed eyes flickered as if he was dreaming of plundering this old woman. His body was sweating as if he were actually fornicating. Fenella lifted her free hand as she detected it was nearly time for him to cum and cupped the fingers, putting it under the head of his penis.

Geoff might have liked to shout out as he came but the spell of holding kept him quiet. He probably shouted in his waking dream. The men downstairs certainly thought they heard him shout. His cock twitched as the sperm flowed and Fenella did not give up on her stroking as spurt after spurt jetted from the cock into her hand. Most men manage a few spurts, some manage half a dozen, but it is a rare individual who spurts twenty-five times until their testicles are empty, as Geoff did with the force of Fenella's magic.

Fenella left Geoff to stand in post-orgasmic bliss, still dreaming, and made a stirring motion with her wanking hand over her cupped hand, now full of cum. A blue light descended from her finger and touched the glutinous liquid, drawing it up into a cone, then a small sphere that hovered over her palm. Fenella started to chant and the sphere rotated faster and faster. Then it glowed very brightly - and disappeared.

In the Damcaster Stone Circle the thing that was named Lethe opened her eyes. They glowed bright blue for a moment. A little smile flickered over the fith-fath's face.

Downstairs the men were chatting in a relaxed manner as they watched Chrissy suck Aleksandar's cock. Anton had taken a bottle of single malt whisky from the tray on the table and was savouring its subtle flavours. It was a brand he didn't recognise, Fairy Ring Whisky, and claimed to be from the Isle of Mull. Then Geoff staggered down the stairs, dropped into an armchair, and demanded a drink. Anton poured him a cheap blended whisky. He wasn't going to give him the good stuff.

The whisky was, of course, a gift to Anton from Fenella. Delivered to the house by pixie two hours earlier and charmed so that he would be the only one to drink it. Fenella wasn't taking any chances that he might break out from the events of the afternoon.

"Good?" said someone, to Geoff.

"Bloody fucking great," replied Geoff. "Get in there Aleksandar... she's a real bitch on heat."

The dour man climbed the stairs, the bedroom door closed and, shortly after, massive grunts and wavering screams seemed to signify that Fenella was getting her fill of the enforcer. Chrissy moved on to suck Craig who looked a little intimidated by the noisy performance coming from upstairs.

Which, of course, was literally an illusion. In the room Aleksandar had fallen victim to the witch, just as he feared. Her spell, running through his mind, was giving him the experience of rolling on the bed, doing all the cruel things he enjoyed when he got his hands on a woman. And meanwhile, after a suitable delay to give him plenty of time to demonstrate his prowess to the men downstairs, Fenella was stroking the cum from his cock into her hand. A short while later the fith-fath's eyes glowed again as she received the second component of the charm. This time she stretched languidly and rolled over on the grass, her thighs opening and closing, revealing and then concealing her beautiful cunt lips.

When Aleksandar returned to the lounge, a wide grin on his face, Craig went upstairs with the look of a man going to his own execution. However, soon after, from the sounds coming out of the room, he had overcome his doubts and was having a great time. Another component was transferred to the fith-fath. Lethe was now more energetic, rubbing her little breasts up against one of the stones. And an observer, if there has been anyone capable of seeing the charm, would have noticed she had started to move her chest as if she was breathing.

Craig gave the guys a thumbs up when he returned to his chair. Chrissy was struggling to suck Delroy's huge cock which had grown to impressive dimensions under her lips and tongue. Delroy stood up, pushing her aside.

"Now she'll understand what a really big cock feels like," said someone.

"Yeah Delroy... give it to her... make her beg for your cum," said someone else.

The sounds from the room a few minutes later were the loudest so far. Animal roars and feminine screams punctuated by her demanding more thrusts, harder thrusts, and for her to receive his seed. The guys downstairs cheered on their brothel manager. Aleksandar had overcome his concerns about Fenella and was entertaining himself by fucking Chrissy over the arm of the sofa. He was trying to stick some cum in the girl but was having trouble getting a climax. He satisfied himself with brutal thrusting and imagining what it would be like to strangle the young girl to death at the same time as he was fucking her. His favourite treat.

Inside the room Fenella was struggling. Not with getting Delroy to comply, he'd succumbed to the spell quickly and she had been able to start her hand job. But his cock was very hard to get her hand around and his balls were enormous. And now he was cumming into her cupped hand but there was so much semen that it threatened to overflow onto the floor. She moved her wanking hand over her cupped hand, briefly, and added a force barrier to restrain the copious amounts of sperm. Then returned to emptying his balls. Downstairs the men noted that Delroy was being his usual relentless self. Comments were made about his phenomenal endurance.

In the Damcaster Stone Circle the fith-fath was becoming even more lively. It skipped and danced around the green sward filled with the life potential of millions of sperm. It paused to receive Delroy's contribution. There was now only one donor remaining.

When Delroy came down he was holding his balls and grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. "Yay man," he grinned. "That's one sexy grandma! Ma balls is empty!"

Anton stood up. His men gazed at their boss with the loyalty bred from years of being rewarded for doing his will. None of them made a ribald comment. Then they watched him go upstairs. Only when the bedroom door closed did they speculate on the adventure he would have in the room.

It was at this point that Debs arrived home. Her crotch hurt and she felt like a wrung out dishcloth but she'd survived the shift. She'd lost count of the number of men who'd used her. Some did it before they went to their appointment with their 'masseuse' and some came to take advantage after. A few did both and she was convinced there were some men who visited the brothel just to fuck the freebie. A little like using the toilet in a cafe when you have no intention of buying a meal. They came in, sat in the chairs for a few minutes, ran over to her and fucked until they came, and then made their excuses and left without booking a girl.

Chrissy was still being fucked by Aleksandar and Debs was alarmed at the expression of hatred on his face while he pounded away. Anton was missing, presumably upstairs, and sounds of sex were emanating from the master bedroom. All the other men sat around looking very satisfied.

Upstairs Anton was covering Fenella. When he'd entered the bedroom he saw a rumpled bed and a woman who was sweaty, bruised and covered with cum. Fenella lay with her legs akimbo on the bed looking exhausted. Most of this was an illusion and she was concerned that, as a user of hypnosis, he might be able to see through it. But he'd taken the image and behaved appropriately. He had no magic she could detect and simply got onto the bed and settled between her thighs. This was, she believed, a better approach with him. It would have been disastrous if she'd tried the spell of holding on him and it hadn't worked. Even worse, if he had realised she was trying to hex him.

Fenella had a regular lover in Scotland, a gamekeeper from one of the royal estates, but she had to admit Anton was good. She writhed under him and gasped and groaned, knowing the glamour she had put over the room before he arrived would amplify and enhance any sounds for the people downstairs.

She was fucking Anton because he was the linchpin of the charm. She needed to extract every drop of his cum and the best way to do that was to take it into herself and then cast the spell when he ejaculated. Then the fith-fath would be complete. She clawed at Anton's back and tried to infuse him with extra vigour so that when he came it would be possible to extract as much seed as possible. But he was very clever at avoiding his orgasm and paused several times.

"Cum, my lover," she purred, though outside the room it was a shrieking demand. "Plant your seed in me. Do it! Do it! Do it now!"

Anton felt himself go over the edge and his orgasm filled his mind, he felt his cock spurting and his testicles heaving and bouncing. It went on and on, the best cumming he'd had in years. A scream came from him as his seed was sucked away and, ironically, in that instant he sounded just like Georgina on her sixth, seventh and eighth time the Patterson's machine had made her ejaculate.

When he staggered down the stairs, followed by Fenella, it was to the applause of his men. He took their approbation and looked closely at Debs as if to say 'why did I not discover your wonderful mother sooner?'

"Anton," said Fenella, putting her long black dress on. "That was lovely. Can I offer a reward to you and your men for so magnificently entertaining me this afternoon?"

"A reward?" croaked Anton, still not fully recovered.

"Yes," replied Fenella. "I have a young relative who lives near here. She is a very precocious child and has talked several times about wanting her first to be where she gets to 'know' many men, if you know what I mean."

Anton did know. It was occasionally his delight to hear that the daughter of one of his Casino staff had a crush on him, and a fantasy about loosing their virginity to a powerful older man. Some of them combined their crush with a desire for group sex. And he always did his best to make the fantasy come true. Usually he knew the girl, had seen her with her mother or father, so he knew the offer was real. But here he was being presented with a girl he had no knowledge of. He was, naturally, suspicious.

"Do you have a photo?" he asked.

"Yes, here," said Fenella, handing him a blank piece of card she'd hexed earlier.

"My my," said Anton, as he studied the image of Lethe that he could see on the blank card. "She is beautiful... and young. What's her age?" He wanted nothing of a situation that might be used to blackmail him at a future date.

"How old do you think she is?"

Anton grunted, and decided she was of a legal age. Certainly that's what he would tell the police.

"Let's look," asked Geoff. "She did say many men, sir."

The blank card was passed around and all of them agreed that she needed help with her fantasy. Finally it was returned to Anton who handed it back to Fenella.

"We can help her," he said.

"She's into Game of Thrones," said Fenella. "So she wants you to do it in the Damcaster Stone Circle. She can be there tonight, if you want."

Anton looked at his men who all nodded vigorously and turned to Fenella, "Then I will collect you lot in the limo and then come here. We'll park in the Old Woods car park, at eight pm, and walk to the circle. We'll give your little slut a welcome into womanhood she'll never forget. But you make damn sure she's there. I don't like being disappointed!"

Debs saw them out but returned, a moment later, looking alarmed.

"I overheard them on the way out," she almost sobbed. "Anton has asked Geoff to look up Lethe on social media. He's suspicious about her. There's no such thing these days as a young girl with no social media presence. He'll know she's fake."

"Give me your phone," demanded Fenella. "Quickly!"

Debs immediately handed it over, like a child that was being punished for too much screen time. Fenella held the phone flat on her hand and placed her other hand over the screen. The phone whined in protest, the sort of sound that should normally only come from a living creature. After two minutes of intense concentration Fenella gave Debs the phone back. It was very hot.

"There," said her mother. "Lethe has a full history now, including photographs. I even included a few cat videos on her pages for authenticity. If anybody looks her up now they'll find everything they expect."

"Oh, thank God," said Debs.

"God had little to do with it. She's far too busy," replied Fenella, dryly. "I'm afraid I used up all your little bits and byte thingies on your phone. But it was a difficult spell and needed that special ingredient."

Debs thought that having to buy some more data was a small price to pay for preserving the plan. She went for a bath to scrub the day's events off her.

Dinner was again a subdued affair. Everybody around the table was contemplating the effect of tonight's trap. If it worked, and if it didn't work. There were still things that could go wrong, like the men not being fascinated by the fith-fath and guessing that they had been tricked. The words 'it's a trap!' echoed through Debs' mind from a movie long long ago in a cinema far far away. Then murder and mayhem would follow. She doubted if any of the men would show mercy if they believed they had been taken for fools.

Fenella sat going over the incantations in her head for the tenth time. Had she done them right? Would Coventina's power infuse the circle and perform the final part of the punishment? At least nobody would die. Even against such evil as Anton it was not right to kill. He just needed to be sent away. But she would be the first to admit that she didn't entirely understand what Coventina intended.

Georgina sat wondering what her life would be like once she was no longer required to be an escort. Would Debs take her back as bed mate? Would Monty still want to meet from time to time? And would anyone offer her a job? Perhaps she should try to have the changes reversed, if that was even possible.

Chrissy was the only one who knew she had options outside Anton's empire. With seven A star results she could go to any university she liked. Except, of course, they didn't reflect her real ability. Perhaps she should approach Miss Forbes and have her actual course results overwrite the fake scores. Yes, she decided, that would feel much better. And as for sex. Well, she was sure that she was more experienced than any boyfriend she met. But, she thought, what matters in the long run is not that she can wow him with sex, but that they also have other things that pull them together. And that she wows him with great sex! She knew that, for a long time, her addiction to risky sex might be a problem. She'd better find a friend or two who would help.

Eight pm arrived and the doorbell rang. The chauffeur escorted Fenella and Debs to the limousine where they met Anton and the rest of his men. It was clear, from their excited conversations, that they had been unable to get the image of Lethe out of their minds. Fenella had volunteered to be the one to lead them to Lethe but Debs insisted on going along too, just in case.

Debs and Fenella were crushed up against the men inside the limousine. The men took advantage, on the short trip to the car park, to rub thighs with the woman and grope a breast or two. The vehicle felt like it was awash with testosterone as the men described to each other, in loud voices, what they intended to do with Lethe. Debs felt grateful that their plans would never happen, but was still very nervous. Her mother sat between Geoff and Delroy and looked very calm and happy.

Debs was not calm. What if Anton had seen through the deception? What if he'd picked up her and her mother, not to let them guide and introduce him to Lethe, but to take them to a secluded part of the woods and murder them? If he knew he was being tricked then he would be furious and she knew that Aleksandar was quite capable of ending two women's lives by bullet or strangulation. And Anton was cruel enough that he would leave his victims thinking they had triumphed until the last moment before dashing their hopes.

Her mind wandered to think about her final moments. Anton's face glaring down, as his enforcer slowly throttled the life from her body, might be the last thing she saw before things went dark, forever. Or perhaps she'd be made to watch her mother shot in the back of the head, with a silenced gun, knowing that she was to follow a minute later. A touch of cold metal to the back of her head, a blinding light in her mind and then... oblivion. Oh god, she thought, was there a spade in the boot of the limousine? Would they be made to dig their own shallow graves?

She tried to keep herself calm and smiled and joked with the men as the car scrunched over the gravel of the car park. Then the door was opened and it was time for her mother and Debs to walk with these men to whatever doom awaited them. Anton had insisted that the limo would be taken around to the car park on the far side of the wood, where there was an established path to the Damcaster Stone Circle. Not a man who enjoys rural walks, thought Debs. She also noted that the CCTV camera in the car park had been vandalised. Good, she thought, the less we're on camera the better.

The forest was particularly spooky that night and they didn't have the benefit of Fenella's magical light, just a couple of torches. If the men thought it unusual that Lethe liked having sex on national monuments they said nothing. Debs remembered a song from her youth, by Jake Thackeray. Something about "Isobel makes love upon national monuments, With style and enthusiasm and anyone at all..."

Then they were there. The stones looming out of the darkness. The moon had not yet risen but there were candles on each stone and, in the centre, was a mattress made of foliage and sheepskins. And on the mattress, rolling around in anticipation of pleasure, was the delightful fith-fath. Fully animated now, it would have been hard for anyone to detect she was fake, let alone the five men who were drooling at the sight of her. They each chose a path between two stones and approached the bed. Some already throwing their clothes away, getting ready for action. They each knelt by her bed and, at the same moment, reached out to touch Lethe.

As they touched the charm there was a sudden, short, blue light, and the centre of the stones was empty. No men. No Lethe. No bed. No candles. No discarded clothes. It was as if they had never been there at all. Fenella led the way back to the house along the animal tracks. They would leave the limo where it sat to be discovered.

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No client turned up at ten that night for Debs, perhaps Anton had intended to give her a night off, or perhaps he personally arranged her clients. Whatever the reason she was alone, so she offered the master bedroom to her mother, and slept on the sofa in the lounge. At breakfast Georgina staggered downstairs and joined Debs in the kitchen. She walked over to the pagers, on autopilot, and pressed the question mark on hers. The device showed no new message, just an error message saying the connection had been lost.

"Oh," she said to Debs. "Nothing. I rather expected being told to go to clinic, or to rest because I will have a client tomorrow."

"Anton's gone," said Debs.

"Gone?"

"Yep, me and mum have sent him away. At least we think we have. There'll probably be no more work, or clinic, for you. But we'll see."

"Oh," replied Georgina, sitting down with some toast. She wondered who would do her hair and nails if Anton's clinic didn't provide this service anymore?

They were joined by Fenella and, briefly, by Chrissy.

"I'm off to talk grades with Miss Forbes," declared Chrissy and stealing one of her father's slices of toast was gone.

"I must be off too," said Fenella. "I've sent an Ember Fox to the Casino to do a special job, the last bit of tidying up here. If I travel now I can be back in time to stop Morwenna from making a mess of the shop. She puts the books on the shelves by colour and size rather than by the author."

"Thanks Mum... it's much appreciated."

"Thank Coventina... she did most of it. But you're welcome, my dear. Let's just hope he's not a master magician who can work out how to get back."

Then her mother was gone, turned sideways to the sun to walk invisibly to the Stone Circle for the journey home.

Debs sat and thought hard. I must visit the Holy Well and drop a coin in for the goddess, she mused, and then it's back to the supermarket to ask for my old job back. They're struggling to recruit, it should be easy to get a job.

She glanced over at her transformed husband making herself another slice of toast. Might even be able to get some work for Georgina at the same time, she thought. I know they're wanting to expand their perfume counter and I think she'd love it.

There was a part of her, a little part of her, that regretted the loss of some very good sex. But, she thought, I can always go into business as an independent if I really miss it.

The continuing lack of work, and then the local news on the television two days later, told Debs that the plan had actually worked.

"Rumours are rife," said the Reporter. "About the mysterious disappearance of local entrepreneur Anton Fagley. The forty eight year old businessman hasn't been seen for a week now. His limousine was discovered at Damcaster Old Woods car park and police speculate that he transferred there to a less recognisable vehicle. There were no signs of foul play at the scene and the search has moved on to ports in case he has fled the country, and to cities across the UK where Anton Fagley has connections. Why he departed, leaving his empire of a very successful Casino and other allegedly less legal businesses, is the puzzle? None of his management team have been found to comment on the situation and some believe that they have disappeared with him. Anton Fagley is known to own properties on the Algarve, and on the Turkish Riviera, so Interpol has been informed."

The report continued though it was evident that little real information was available. The reporter was just speculating. All the old rumours about Anton's criminal empire were being carefully repeated with the word 'allegedly' inserted frquently. But Debs picked up her ears at the next part.

"A fire at the Casino, that has destroyed all the office records, may have been set deliberately and has led to speculation that a money laundering operation was connected with the business. The local council has temporarily withdrawn the Casino's licence to operate until criminal investigations are completed. A local gambler we interviewed was upset that the Casino had been shut down but admitted he owed Mr Fagley money. He told me his IOU had been stored, with many others, in the office so he was hoping that it had gone up in flames. Every cloud has a silver lining, he told our reporter."

Anton groaned and lifted his head. He felt like he'd been hit by a train, which was ironic since the last thing he remembered thinking was that he and his men would be taking turns with the girl. 'Running a train on her' as the American phrase went. He was laid on his back, on a furred surface, and there were sparkling stars above him. At least they looked like stars at first. But, after a second or two, his eyes focused and he could see they were crystals. A ceiling of crystals scattered across dark rock. He rolled over. He was on a raised area that was covered with sheepskins and other, less recognisable, animal furs. He pushed with limp arms and managed to sit up. He was naked.

He was obviously in a cave. It had the cool atmosphere of a natural underground cavern. The walls were covered with crystals like the ceiling, and some were giving off a faint radiance. Other crystals took that light and amplified it. The cave was quite large but the further you got from the raised area the darker it got. Anton strained to see every detail. It was obvious he'd been drugged and moved to this location and, he vowed, someone would pay for this - with a lot of pain.

Then he saw the figures. There were four of them, one in each quadrant around the raised area. They were human in form, but not entirely so, and as Anton's eyes adjusted to the low levels of light in the cave he began to see them more clearly. His blood ran cold. They resembled Egyptian statues, each had a human body with an animal head.

The closest figure to him was about seven feet tall and had skin of the deepest black. He was a heavily muscled male human but his head was that of a rhinoceros complete with little ears high on the top of his head and a single horn. The way the thick lips of the animal were carved made it look like he was slightly smiling. On one wrist of this strange statue was a very modern watch. Anton recognised it. He'd presented it to Delroy last year in recognition of finding a group of asylum-seeking girls who were desperate for work. The watch had cost thousands and was Delroy's pride and joy.

Who had created this statue and stuck Delroy's watch on it? As Anton studied it the rhino suddenly moved, grabbed at his cock, and massaged it to erection. The thing was alive! His phallus was enormous, perhaps a bit small for a real rhino, but very big for a human. And it became erect almost immediately, as if the creature was filled with lust. Anton could now see the chest of the creature move as it breathed but, more worrying, he could see the giant testicles under that massive phallus twitch and jerk as he wanked. With a terrible insight Anton understood that, somehow, this thing was what Delroy would look like if he'd been transformed into a rhinoceros.

Next to Delroy-Rhino was a figure that was very hairy and looked, at first, just like the big gay guys who are referred to as 'bears'. Ironic because this figure actually had the head of a bear. Complete with snarl. A gold chain around his neck identified this creature as Aleksandar. The bear face even had the same scar as his enforcer displayed. And, just like the rhino he had a large cock the root of which was deep in bear fur. He was panting and Anton could hear a low growl, as if Aleksandar-Bear was just about controlling a desire to fuck, and inflict pain. His cock was very erect, almost vertical against his hairy six-pack and, Anton thought, he must have cum very recently. Sperm was trickling down its length and across his balls. As Anton watched another large glob of cum squeezed its way out of the tip.

The third figure looked more elegant than the others and had a pale torso in two different shades of cream. He had bull features and large ears, above which were two long curved horns. This must be Geoff, thought Anton, he was always a bit bullish. Geoff-Bull's upper torso was a healthy tanned colour and he had a patch of chest hair that matched some white fur on his buttocks and legs. He had a long tail that constantly twitched as if to ward off flies. Large gold rings adorned his nose, his nipples, and the end of his cock. He had a broad smile on his face but the way his body was moving, swaying his phallus from side to side, there was no doubting his desire for copulation was as strong as had been in real life.

The final figure was nearly eight feet tall. Unlike the others, who were utterly naked, he was wearing a long coat but this made the fact that his head was that of a horse look even more weird. He wore the coat with all the style of a 1930's Private Investigator, worn unbuttoned to reveal his massive chest, his taut muscled torso, and his enormously strong thighs. His hands were clenched into fists. Where the others had a cock that was human in shape, even if they were much larger than was usual, this figure had an animal phallus. His cock was the typical, flat mushroom-ended, cock of a stallion. It dangled between his legs to his knees, limp at the moment, displaying the usual two colours of the prepuce and the glans. From the coat Anton recognised his chauffeur, Craig, and the sight of that horse cock made him shudder. He'd attended a stud farm or two in his life and he knew that, erect, this phallus was going to enlarge considerably. Craig-Horse shook his head, gave a whinny and a snort, and Anton could see the hot breath ejected from the creature's nostrils in a faint cloud of steam.

Anton shook his head. This was insane, he thought, and I'm going along with it acting like these things are real. These creatures are just special effects. The cave's probably made of Plaster of Paris and bits of coloured glass. Someone, probably a rival, is trying to mess with my mind. What I need to do is get out of here and find my clothes, and a gun for good measure. That bitch Debbie and her mother have set me up. They are going to suffer a lot for this.

Anton turned over lazily on the plinth and then, suddenly, made his dash for freedom before anybody who was choreographing the creatures could respond. He ran into the darkness where, presumably, there was an exit. The creatures each turned to watch him go but didn't try to stop him. Animatronics, he thought, as I suspected. Just like the 'Pirates of the Caribbean' display at Disney-world. He was running hard with his fingers lightly touching the cave wall to keep himself orientated. He'd remembered a trick from his youth. Keep your hand on the left or right wall of a maze, don't lift it off, and eventually you will come to either the centre or the exit.

The light grew and then Anton found himself dashing at full speed towards the raised plinth and the four impassive figures. He'd come full circle. He skidded to a halt, turned and ran away. This time three of the figures moved. Not animatronic they ran at him, living creatures, and chased him down. Bear, bull and horse, they ran like the wind and Anton struggled to stay ahead. True, he attended the gym regularly, developing his chest and honing his six-pack as a perfect backdrop to his erect penis, but he was no sprinter. He began to pant and puff. He could see no exit and, glancing right and left, he ran straight into Delroy-Rhino. It was like hitting a brick wall.

Hands grabbed him and threw him on his back on the furs. He was back on the raised plinth again. It looked, to Anton, very much like a primitive bed and the four naked creatures suggested a terrible possibility. That they intended to have sex with him. The rhino that was the transformed Delroy stomped forward. He pressed down on Anton's torso. The creature's strength was enormous and his skin was tough and leathery, remarkably like the animal his head imitated. The others pulled at Anton's arms and legs, holding him down, spread-eagled on the furs. Delroy-Rhino moved between Anton's legs and, grasping his giant phallus, aimed it at Anton's anus. A large amount of pre-cum oozed from the tip as the thing throbbed and enlarged slightly.

"Stop Delroy," shouted Anton. "I command you! Stay back! Leave me alone! All of you! Geoff get off me! Craig release my leg! Aleksandar let me go! Oh God... Nooooo!!"

Part of Anton's mind realised that the copious pre-cum would help the first part of the penetration but that after that his bowel would be dry and deeper thrusting would be infinitely painful. But Coventina's spell was not so cruel. As he stared in horror at the phallus before him his bowel suddenly became flooded with liquid, like a vagina preparing itself for penetration. Delroy-Rhino smiled, and Anton could feel the lust that radiated from the creature's body. It infected him with a strange desire for consummation, almost as strong as his fear. As if his body was aching for this. No, he thought, I refuse to enjoy this. They can't make me enjoy this. He resolved to stay silent, whatever they did to him.

The massive phallus waved in Anton's face as if to demonstrate what he was about to recieve, then was pulled back out of sight. He could feel it touching his body, stroking past his own cock, which twitched and stiffened with the contact. He lifted his head to try to see what was happening. The massive cock touched his scrotum, then lower, and he could feel the pressure on his anus. Delroy_Rhino plunged forwards, and the head entered him, stretching him beyond pain and into ecstasy.

"Uh!!" he grunted, his resolve to endure this silently immediately broken.

Then the shaft pushed home, longer and longer, impossibly deep until Anton felt completely possessed by this creature's phallus. He was a body wrapped around a giant cock and all sensation was focussed deep within him.

Anton was, despite his criminality, a well educated man. Stories from his youth came back to haunt him. The Greek myth of Sisyphus, a trickster who tried to cheat death and was punished in the underworld by being made to roll a huge boulder up a hill. Every night it rolled back down so that he was pushing it forever.

And the story of Prometheus who was punished by Zeus for stealing fire from Olympus. Chained to a rock, every day his liver was consumed by an eagle, and every night it regrew. Anton's knowledge didn't extend to Arthurian legends so he didn't recognise the crystal cave, just like the one in which Nimue, also known as the Lady of the Lake, trapped Merlin. But he knew enough to be convinced he was here for a very long time.

Anton screamed and writhed on Delroy-Rhino's phallus as the creature grunted and thrust remorselessly. Soon the screams had an element of duality, pleasure and pain mixed together, as if his body was loving what his mind hated. Or perhaps the other way around. And the other figures watched, silent, impassive, one hand holding him down and the other massaging their cock. Keeping it erect and hard. Ready to take their turn when one of their companions ejaculated and backed away, their lust lasting for all eternity.