While I was asleep, many things took place I have no
direct knowledge of. Tina told me what she did during that time when we talked
later. this is what happened according to Tina during the time I was
incapacitated from the stress induced collapse.
This is her story of that time, as she told it to me:
After Geof left the apartment I began to dread what was
going to happen. When I had pushed him out the door and closed it behind him, I
leaned on the door and shivered. I prayed he would come back soon, but I knew
he was going to be later than usual because Flow had let me know, that tonight
was a test. She had indicated some days earlier Geof was in danger, but
wouldn't be pressed.
Very soon after he had left the apartment Flow had come
and stood beside me while she seemed to be thinking very hard. After what
seemed like forever Flow had become animated and I had trouble understanding
what she was trying to tell me. When I finally got her to slow down and sign
more slowly, what she told me was both good and bad news all in one dose.
"Geof is well, but he needs help." was all I
got out of her before she scurried down the service stairs. I bolted the door
and returned to the bath where I cleaned up the mess Geof and I had made as I
bathed him just a short time ago. After the bath I moved to the Library and
neatly arranged the pile of books he had selected to read. I finished making
them look like they belonged where they were, and then turned my attention to
the chair and surrounding area.
First there were the stains on the leather chair to
remove and they were streaked all the way down the back. The carpet under the
chair was also wet and smelled of our mixed juices. After mopping up the wet
sticky fluids, I scrubbed the spot so there was no evidence to indicate
anything had ever happened.
When the smells and stains were only a memory in my mind,
I though better of leaving the books as they were now and set about returning
the most of them to their places. The only ones I kept out had information in
them about the items in the attics. Those two books I took with me as I
returned the clothes I'd borrowed from the attic.
As I returned the things to the drawers, I couldn't help
but remember Geof's reaction to me as I walked back and forth in front of him
in them. I wasn't going to miss the shoes which were almost to tall in the heel
to walk in, but the short robe and stockings, not to mention the earrings and
garter belt, for the stockings were almost like magic. His cock had risen
almost immediately when he beheld me in those things.
As I though of his reactions to me dressed in those
clothes, I also remembered the way my pussy was nearly visible as I stood
normally and if I bent or leaned at all the robe would rise and allow anyone in
the room to view my pussy. The same were true if I raised am arm to reach for
anything over my head. I'd so wanted to lead him up the stairs to the attic. I
could just imagine the view his eyes would be treated to as we climbed, and the
totally satisfying probing he would give me when we reached the stool in the
attic.
The stockings and garter belt were the crowning glory to
the outfit though. I smiled as I thought of the surprise he showed when I
simply leaned over the chair in the library without removing a stitch, and
presented him with my cunt for his pleasure. My fluids started to wet the
inside of my thighs as I remembered the probing I'd gotten for my trouble. Geof
had outdone himself when he'd stepped up behind me and slipped his wonderful
cock into me that way.
I sat on a sofa as I began to diddle myself, thinking of
the total fucking I gotten before he went down to the women's floor early this
morning. I was so filled with him that I'd hardly been aware he was leaving and
it had seemed to only be seconds before he was back riding my ass as I'd been
sleeping, apparently because all I remembered was his wonderful hard cocks
final thunderous attacks as he split me in two as he literally rode me into his
climax, like a rider on his mount.
The memories of the bone shattering climax he had, as I
awoke, still draped over the chair, sent me into my own release, as he lay
spent in my offered pussy. I shuddered with excitement as I thought he had
finally done as I'd been asking and come to me with his desire and run me
through at his convenience and pleasure. I could think of nothing more a woman
could give to her man, or he to her.
Total and complete access to my body. I had given my body
to him, as he kept me bound to the bed and he now re-paid me in kind, by giving
me his cock as often and long as he could. I tried to imagine the concept of
receiving 100 percent of his huge desire, and my pussy responded by reliving
the experience of waking, still hung by my hips, on the chair in the library,
as Geof cleanly cleaved my cunt in two with his cock. I was rocking gently in
my aftershocks of passion when Flow had come to me and slowly explained what was
happening.
*** *** *** *** ***
One of the women of the third floor is a spy for the
counsel. Which one was not known until early this morning when Geof had slipped
into Lana's bed and informed her that he had uncovered the spy.
But how did Geof know there was a spy in their midst, and
how did he know who to tell? I signed to Flow.
Her answer was that he seemed to be an extremely
receptive for a man. He had somehow figured out on his own the basic division
of forces in our city, and even from his position of a prisoner had determined
to do what he could to change that balance.
I thought, "I knew he had an ego. He proved that
during the breakfast when he had just taken me." and then, "but at
least it solved the problem of how to get him to accept me near him."
Flow returned, "Yes, but there were a few tight
moments when he just took you when no one was looking. I did cause quite a stir
when you just disappeared from under our noses."
I giggled as I remembered the rock he threw in our plan
by kidnapping me, then thought, "I'm glad he did though. I was so giddy
with desire by the time he was done with his hands, and when he raped me for
the first time, my god."
"Yes, you little whore." Flow returned,
"But it was luck he came and asked for help caring for his little
prisoner. Imagine.."
"Not again!" I fairly screamed at Flow in my
thoughts, "I know he could have starved me, and I know you couldn't find
me in the Gallery. I know, I know."
Flow took my hand.
"Yes." I thought at her.
"I had to overload Geof." she told me.
"WHY?"
"Because the super ego was going to try and take
Sandy on this morning."
"He might have done it, she wouldn't have
suspected"
"Not in the rage he was in."
"Rage?" I asked.
"Yes, you little whore. It would have gone a long
ways if you'd have just kissed him when you sent him down." Flow scolded.
"I forgot." My thought was a whisper.
"It may have been a costly thing to forget."
Flow gently pressed into my head.
I sat there in my own juices and repented for my
oversights, then asked Flow, "What will happen now? You said he'll be all
right."
Flow replied, "With any luck, Sandy will tire of the
game quickly, and move too quickly. That will be our chance."
"And if she doesn't?" I asked.
"Don't think like that!" Flow scolded.
"Bad, Bad, joke." I replied.
"I wasn't a joke." Flow sent into my skull.
While I sat and condemned myself for having been the
instrument of Geof's bad luck, Flow was looking about the attic. Soon I got up
and started to search minutely one of the drawers of a nearby chest. I began to
get involved in the search and was mentally cataloging the contents of the
drawers as I searched them. I wasn't aware that Flow had left until she sent me
a message from the kitchen.
"Tina, you must quickly remove all evidence of your
presence in the apartment. Sandy is about to force a search for you. It will
discredit her word if she is wrong. Hurry, but be thorough. One last thing, In
Geof's room, under his pillow, is a letter from your sister. You must remove
it. I am to stay with Geof so you must act alone."
Flow was in a hurry, but she had sent very clearly. I
knew she must be serious, or she wouldn't have used so much energy sending at
least two floors.
I moved quickly, and managed to do everything flow had
told me to do, including restoring the gallery to it's condition before Geof
and I had begun to use it for our bedroom. I also removed the books from the
library Geof had thought important, and a few I thought were important.
Flow hadn't mentioned where I was to go. All she had said
was that I must not be found in the apartment. I was beside myself with panic
when I realized where to go, the attic. I began lugging all the things
upstairs, and had just taken the last load up when I heard the sounds of feet
approaching.
I quickly pulled the last of the bolts free on the main
door and slipped up the secluded stairway, leading to the attic, when a group
of Counsel Guards led by Sandy entered the apartment below me.
Nearly petrified, I stood stock still as the search moved
from room to room in the apartment below me. The search party had moved through
several rooms before I thought about my situation. As long as they were here, I
was trapped in the attic. As I was thinking, I moved slowly to the small stack
of items I'd piled on one of the tables.
"I wonder how much of this information the high
Counsel is aware of." The thought crossed my mind like a bolt of
lightning. They would surely know of the attic. Near panic had set in as I cast
about the great open chamber looking for a hiding place, but could find none.
First things first, I told myself, as I moved the
articles I'd brought with me, into scattered drawers around the place. Now for
me. But Me was hard to hide in a small drawer of a buffet or dresser. Calm
down, idiot. You'll blow it for sure if you don't stop and think clearly.
Suddenly Flow was in my head again, "Geof just told
me something, and if you can hear me, listen."
I could hear Flow, but she was very faint and far away.
There was no way she could receive my thoughts, so I listened carefully.
Flow's thoughts were slow and deliberate, "Go to the
far end of the attic from the entry. There you will find a ladder which leads
up into a hole in the ceiling. Climb the ladder and gently pull up on it. It
will float up easily on the counterweight. One last thing. Be careful not to
knock any dirt from around the hole, as you climb up, and don't let the ladder
hang down through the hole. Once you are up in the second attic, move very
carefully. The place is littered with many old articles and the light is bad.
Good luck.
The "Good Luck" was like the word
"stop" in a telegram. It simply meant "End of Message"
I moved quickly and quietly following the directions
exactly. To my amazement, everything was precisely as Flow had described it;
including the warning about the dirt, and the "Littered" condition of
the second attic. When I had the ladder pulled up, and moved it away from the
hatch, I sat on the floor to wait for my eyes to adjust to the dimness.
Just as I began to see the strange array of objects
around me, some of the search party came up to the attic and looked about the
place halfheartedly for a young woman with reddish hair. When they saw there
was no place to hide even a small child in the storage room below me, they
killed some time by looking under tables and the one or two pieces that seemed
to have enough room under them to hide in. Not once did the Guards who were to
search the attic, look up and notice a hole in the ceiling near the relatively
dark center of the room, away from the windows.
After what felt like two eternity's the Guards left the
attic, to report nothing was found, and nothing seemed out of place. Just a
large dimly lit room, full of old furniture covered with sheets and coated with
dust. Just another storage attic like so many scattered around the city.
The Guards made their report to their Captain. The
Captain made her report to Sandy, and Sandy, well Sandy was left to explain why
she had blown her cover in our group over a wild goose chase. Not an easy task,
when the Council had nothing, and even if they did, their informant and most
important witness, had just discredited her credibility. Poof, no case. Poof,
no Sandy.
There were numerous rumors about what happened to those
in the secret service of the High Counsel, when they made blunders like
Sandy's. Some people said they were taken out and hung. Others said the Counsel
had them thrown into the dungeons. Still others said they were taken beyond the
outer city walls and abandoned, left to the men of the outer world,
conveniently bound to a tree. Many others said many other things. The one thing
they all said, was those who embarrassed the High Counsel were no longer
anywhere to be found in the city.
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