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"Hell hath no fury...
by Souvie
-----
Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you're not
of legal age to be reading it, then please don't. The story is
copyright by me, Souvie, so please no reposting unless you've
gotten permission from me first. Archiving, as long as you make
no money from it, is allowed. In the spirit of the Blow Job
Principle, I welcome any and all comments. Email me at
souvie@netdot.com
This is my Halloween contribution, and in my last minute
tradition, I didn't have the time to fully proof it. Thanks to
Jack for helping me sort through the initial premise, and to Dr.
Spin for smoothing out the rough edges.
*****
Cassandra Wagner was sound asleep, her head resting on top of
the rickety desk in the largest of the excavation site tents.
The desk was littered with pieces of ancient pottery, crude
jewelry and the find of the day - a small hermetically sealed
casket with dirt-encrusted writing on the lid.
"Missus Wagner?" Alexi, her assistant from the University
stuck his head inside the tent.
"Hunh?" She raised her head up slowly, and blinked, eyes
gritty with sleep.
"You told me to wake you when it was two o'clock."
"Oh, yeah, right." She dug her watch out of her pocket and saw
that it was indeed almost two in the morning. "Thanks." She
smiled sleepily over her shoulder, and Alexi ducked back out of
the tent.
Cassandra unearthed her cell phone from underneath a pile of
papers and punched in her home number. It was almost seven in
the evening back in New York, and Ben should be home from the
office by now.
After the fourteenth ring she hung up and punched in his office
number. She tapped her foot impatiently against the table leg
as she waited to see if he answered.
He did, on the fourth ring. "Ben!" she said, her face lighting
up immediately.
"Cassie." Her husband's voice was muffled just the tiniest bit
by static.
"Ben, it's so good to hear your voice, but I thought you'd be
home by now." She tried not to let any censure creep into her
voice.
"I know, honey, but we ran into a couple of glitches with this
new baby food account, and Gary and I stayed late to do some
work on it. He went home about thirty minutes ago and I was
just packing my briefcase to leave now."
Cassie propped an elbow up on the corner of her desk. "I miss
you," she said.
"I miss you, too."
"I wish you could be here. This island is just gorgeous, Ben.
The Aegean Sea sparkles like you wouldn't believe." She
laughed. "I've taken a ton of pictures, but I'm sure they won't
do it justice."
"So are you still coming home next Thursday, or will the
University need you longer?"
"I'm not sure," she hedged. "We uncovered a hidden chamber
today. The walls are covered in writing, though it's in an
unusual dialect that will take a while to decipher. There seems
to be an altar of some sorts at one end, too, that had a small,
sealed casket on it."
"A temple for some god or goddess?" Ben guessed.
"We don't know. There's a city here on Amorgos where a temple
to Apollo used to stand, but this doesn't look like the same
thing. Why bury it underground?"
Ben laughed. "That's your job, not mine. You're the one that
unravels the mysteries of the ancients. I just deal with cranky
ad people all day long."
Cassie started to smile when she heard a girlish giggle filter
through the phone's earpiece. "What was that?"
"Oh, that's just Gina. She stayed late to help me and Gary."
"Oh." Gina was Ben's secretary, and Cassie had suspected
something was going on between her husband and the voluptuous
brown-haired woman for some time now, but could never prove it.
All the doubts and fears that she'd managed to dismiss came
crashing over her again.
"Cassie, I know the sound of that 'oh.' There's nothing
between us, I swear to you."
"I'm sorry, Ben. It's just that I've been away so much here
lately, and you're always working these late nights."
"I love you," Ben said.
"I love you, too." Cassie kissed the mouthpiece.
"You go back to bed, and let me know as soon as you find out
when you're coming home, okay? I want to take you to the
company Halloween party next Friday, but if you can't be back by
then I'll understand."
"Thanks, Ben, for being so wonderful." Cassie smiled. "Sweet
dreams, love."
"Sweet dreams."
Cassie waited for him to hang up the phone first. It was one
of her silly little rituals. In the last friction of a second
before the call was terminated, she heard Gina's voice once more
over the line. "Now fuck me."
Cassie stared open mouthed at the cell phone in her hand and
then threw it across the tent with uncontrollable rage.
---
"Shit, Gina! Why the fuck didd you say that?" Ben slammed the
phone down and looked at the shapely woman kneeling at his feet.
His pants were around his ankles, Gina caressing his hard cock
with her lips.
"Because," she said, getting slowly to her feet, her hands
never leaving his cock, "I want you to fuck me. Now, Benjamin."
She pushed him back to where he was lying half-on and half-off
his desk, and then she climbed on top of him. Wearing nothing
but a black garter belt and matching stockings, she knew the
picture she presented for him.
"But she could have heard you," he protested, his words ending
on a sigh as she slid him inside her.
"She didn't."
"How do you know?" he persisted.
Gina leaned down and bit one of his nipples, hard enough to
make him wince. "Are you going to talk, or are we going to
fuck?"
The sharp thrust of his hips against hers was her answer. Gina
smiled, secure in her conquest.
---
Cassie was pissed beyond belief. She paced the confines of the
tent and fought the urge to call Ben back and confront him for
the liar she now knew he was. That wouldn't accomplish anything
when she was 2300 miles away. She needed to walk, to work off
steam. She knew that going back to sleep was out of the
question. She gathered up her translation book and the small
casket. Lighting a lantern, she headed for the underground
chamber.
Picking her way carefully down the narrow, stone steps, she
paused to light a torch at the entrance to the small room. They
hadn't had a chance to string any lights down there yet, so she
carried the torch with her, placing it into a groove in the wall.
She opened her notebook to the page she'd started earlier, and
started at one section of the wall that was fairly easy to read.
Tears blurred her vision and she muttered under her breath. She
couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. She wondered how long
the affair had been going on, and if Gina was the first, or just
the last in a long line of lovers her husband had gone through.
She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and stepped
backward, digging in her pocket for tissue. "Damn!" She almost
tripped over something and looked down to see the small casket.
She picked it up and placed it on the altar where it'd been
found earlier. She wiped at her tears again, but a couple
escaped and splashed onto the worn stone of the casket lid.
"Goddamnit!" She cursed again. She couldn't wipe the tears
away, because she didn't want to take the chance of damaging the
writing. She threw her head back and yelled, rage, fear and
hurt vying for dominance in her voice. "I hate you, Ben! You
hear me! I hope you get what you deserve, you lying, cheating
sack of shit!"
A gust of wind blew from nowhere, causing the flame from the
torch to dance and sputter, fighting for life. Cassie shielded
her eyes from the swirling dust, blinking away tears and dirt.
The wind faded away as quickly as it'd come, and Cassie checked
to make sure the stuff she'd brought with her was okay. Her
gaze fell on the casket. The wind had dislodged some of the
dirt that had crusted over the lettering. She could make out
the start of the words now. It wasn't in the same dialect that
was on the walls - this was a more standard ancient Greek
alphabet, though an obscure one. Her lips formed the words.
"Summons of Erinyes." The letters right after that were still
dirt-caked and she couldn't make them out with any certainty.
She continued on to the next line.
"To call forth the avenging soul, air must blow."
The third line still had traces of dust clinging to the
characters. Cassie blew softly and watched the dust sift away.
"Uranus's jealous daughter, thirsts for quenching water." Her
fallen tears had soaked into the letters here, causing them to
turn a darker brown than the rest of the casket lid.
The words of the fourth line were almost eroded completely
away. She turned and grabbed the torch from the wall and brought
it over to the casket, holding it close and squinting to make
out the letters. "For anger that never will tire, requires the
light of fire," she said out loud in a subdued voice.
There were words below this but time had eroded them until they
were virtually indistinguishable. Cassie started to lean
closer, when suddenly the torch guttered as if the casket was
absorbing the flame.
She stumbled over the words as she read, "Goddesses... three,
incant... your... plea."
A roaring started in her ears, so loud that she thought she'd
go deaf. She dropped the torch and brought her hands to her
ears, her vision darkening near the edges, so great was her
pain. She fell to her knees as the wind began again, more
fierce this time, almost as if it had a life of its own.
Cassie's vision blurred. The roaring increased beyond what she
could endure and she fell into blessed oblivion.
---
"Hey, Ben, too bad Cassie couldn't be here tonight, right?"
"Yeah, she couldn't get away from that dig near Greece in time,
but she'll be back sometime tomorrow night."
"Tell her Vera said to give her a call."
"Sure." Ben nodded, and maneuvered his way through the
thinning-out crowd. Their annual Halloween party, held this
year at a downtown hotel, was a complete smash, as usual. He'd
done his duty as senior ad executive - he'd shown up and
mingled. Now he was starting to feel the effects of the free-
flowing liquor, and thought that it might be time to call a taxi.
He'd started for the door when a svelte woman in a brown velvet
cat suit jumped out in front of him. She ran her gloved hands
up and down the front of his shirt. The mask hid most of her
face, but he would have known that smile anywhere. "Gina, what
are you doing?" he hissed, stepping back to get out of her reach.
She tugged on the lapels of his coat. Urging him toward a door
nearby.
"Gina, what are you doing? Someone's going to see us for
Christ's sake!"
She playfully shook her head, her whiskers quivering like
butterfly antennae. She reached a hand back and opened the
door, pulling him in after her. He quietly closed the door
behind them.
The room was dark, and he assumed it was some type of storage
closet - the faint smell of cleansers hung in the air.
"Gina, we have to start being more careful. I think Cassie is
starting to suspect something." Ben tried reasoning with her
once more.
A throaty purr was her only response. Ben felt her hands on
the front of his pants, unzipping them, and reaching in. She'd
taken off her gloves, and her hands were cool against his heated
skin. She found her target, and pulled his semi-hard cock free
from his boxers and trousers.
"Gina -"
Her mouth closed around the head of his cock, her tongue
caressing the tiny opening. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, reaching down
and running his hands through her hair. He leaned back against
the door, spreading his legs a bit more open, and closing his
eyes as she started moving her head up and down in a fast but
steady rhythm.
Ben knew it wasn't going to take him long to empty his load
into Gina's skillful mouth. He was buzzing from the booze, from
the fact that anyone could have seen them slip into the closet,
and the knowledge that someone could open the door and discover
them at any moment.
Just a couple more minutes of her careful ministrations was all
it took. "Ungghhhh," Ben moaned, tightening his leg muscles and
clenching his fists as he came in the cat-woman's mouth. Her
mouth milked him for all he was worth, too.
"Oh God, oh God. Let me catch my breath." He felt cold air on
his cock, and fumbled around to get it stuffed back in his
pants, and to get zipped back up.
Gina leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth, the taste
of his cum, salty on her lips. He broke the kiss, and put his
hand on the doorknob. "I'm going out first. I'll tap on the
door when it's safe to come out." He turned the knob. "We're
not through talking, Gina."
He opened the door and squinted against the light. He stepped
out, quickly closing the door behind him. A quick scan of the
room assured him that no one had noticed. He rapped on the
door. It opened and Gina pranced out.
He took her arm and swung her around to face him. "I said," he
started, staring into a pair of lively green eyes. Gina's eyes
were brown.
He let go of her arm as if he'd been burned. He noticed some
other slight differences now, amazed he hadn't caught them
earlier. Her lower lip was fuller, her hair a dark almost black
color. It had a slight curl to it; not the wildly wavy locks
that Gina was so proud of.
He ripped her mask off. A striking-looking face, he couldn't
deny, but not Gina's. "Who are you?" he demanded.
A laugh like the sound of water lapping at the shore was his
answer. "Who did you think I was?" Her accent was hard to
place. Mediterranean or Middle Eastern, he couldn't be sure.
"I'm not playing games, lady. Who the fuck are you?"
She pouted, that lower lip on display just for him. "You don't
have to get all mad, I just wanted to have a bit of fun. You
were all okay with it when you thought I was this Gina person.
Is she your wife?"
He gritted his teeth, a muscle ticking in his lower right cheek.
She smiled saucily.
His world was becoming hazy. He'd just fucked up royally. "My
name is Meg, by the way. Meg Aera," he heard her say. "I'll be
seeing you around, Ben."
She joined the crowd in the middle of the room, and he tried to
follow. He needed to know that she'd keep quiet, but he
couldn't find her again. He couldn't ask anyone -they'd want to
know why he was interested in her.
He searched for fifteen more minutes, but it was as if she'd
vanished into thin air.
---
Ben was edgy for some reason. Cassie had been home a week now,
and so far she'd given no indication that she knew of his affair
with Gina. She'd been loving and attentive, but not overly so.
The University had been pleased with the work she'd done on the
Amorgos dig, and she was back now to teaching her archaeology
classes.
Ben had cooled things off with Gina, and had gotten little
resistance from that quarter. She informed him that she didn't
mind because she knew he'd come back to her. In Ben's
experience, no piece of ass was that great.
As for the mystery woman at the Halloween party, the first
thing Ben had done on Monday morning was run her name through
the personnel files. According to payroll and personnel, there
was no employee with that name.
By the time Tuesday rolled around, he'd managed to push Meg,
and the events of the Halloween party, to the back of his mind,
and by the following Friday, he'd forgotten about her altogether.
---
He was grocery shopping with Cassie at a nearby market when he
saw her again. She was pushing a cart, staring at him through
long smoky black lashes, and licking her lips seductively. He
pretended not to recognize her.
All through the market, when he'd turn a corner, there she'd
be. She was following him. No, she was just there by
coincidence, it had to be, he kept thinking to himself. When
Cassie touched him lightly on the arm to get his opinion on
something, he jumped.
"Honey, are you all right?" she asked.
"Yes, just fine," he replied, but his mouth had gone dry and he
was suddenly cold. He shrugged it off and concentrated on the
shopping.
---
From that moment on, it was as if Ben couldn't turn a corner
without finding Meg standing there. He went to the post office -
she was there. He went to the gym - she was there. On several
occasions he'd tried confronting her, but when he'd approach
her, she'd saunter off and somehow disappear.
He was at work, answering some email, when his voice mail light
began to flash. "I didn't even hear the phone ring," he
muttered under his breath. He picked up the receiver and
pressed the flashing button.
"Just a little something to remember me by," a voice breathed
into his phone. Correction, not just any voice - *that* voice.
He erased the message and went back to work. Less than 5
minutes later Gina stormed through the door, a paper clutched
tightly in her hand. "You bastard," she hissed through tightly
clenched teeth. She tossed the paper down on his desk and
stormed back out, slamming the door behind her.
Already dreading what he'd find, he picked up the piece of
paper, noting that it was from the fax machine. It was Meg, all
right, wearing nothing but the cat suit mask and a wanton smile.
She was posed on hands and knees, back dipped low, and legs
spread provocatively apart. A small tuft of black hair was
barely visible between her thighs, and the look she was tossing
over her shoulder could cause a man to hyperventilate.
He wadded up the paper and tossed it angrily in the
wastebasket. Chet from two doors rushed through the door. Before
the door shut, Ben saw Gina sitting at her desk, filing down her
nails with a vengeance. "Ben, man, you gotta see the fax I just
got," Chet said excitedly. "I think it was meant for someone
else, but man is this chick hot!"
To Ben's dread, the picture Chet held up was the same one he'd
just tossed in the trash. Before long his worst fears were
realized - the same picture had been sent to every fax machine
in the company.
Ben felt sick to his stomach. He gathered up his briefcase and
headed for home.
---
He stopped seeing her everywhere he went and for a while Ben
thought that she'd given up. He should have known better,
though.
He started receiving flowers and candy at work, big, elaborate
bouquets and expensive chocolates. All were signed with a
simple lipstick print.
Then came the lingerie. Racy little numbers in bright, bold
colors. Sometimes it was just a garter belt and seamed
stockings. Other times it was crotchless panties and tassels.
His phone and computer started to betray him, too. He'd find
messages left for him, suggestive words detailing what she'd
like to do to him, or what she wanted him to do for her. He'd
learned to avoid emails that didn't have a return path. They
were invariably from her--more of the sex talk.
He couldn't sleep at night any more, and was a nervous wreck at
work. He had no appetite and his sex drive was a distant memory.
His appearance had really suffered; he hadn't shaved in days and
his hair was in badly need of a trim. He'd started biting his
nails. His once manicured hands looked as if he'd tried to claw
his way up Mount Everest.
Cassie had commented on his declining appearance once. He'd
snapped at her so forcibly that she'd threw her hands up in the
air and declared that if he didn't want to tell her what was
bugging him, then he could just suffer with it alone.
---
The phone calls and deliveries stopped, but the personal
appearances started again. He'd see her watching him from
across a crowded department store, or sometimes walking through
the lobby at work. Each time she'd look at him as if he were
the only man alive.
Ben took his vacation early. He stayed at home, going nowhere,
seeing no one but Cassie and their part-time maid.
The last day of his vacation, Cassie had gone off to a bridal
shower for a fellow teacher, and Ben had the house to himself.
He was lying on the sofa, halfway paying attention to some game
show when the doorbell rang. He let it ring, hoping they'd give
up and go away. After the third ring he realized that wasn't
going to happen. Maria, the maid, had the day off, so he got to
his feet, drew his robe around his waist and shuffled to answer
the door himself.
His first mistake was throwing the door open without seeing who
was there first. His second mistake was not slamming and locking
it immediately after he saw who was standing there.
"What's the matter, Ben," Meg drawled, "aren't you happy to see
me?"
"I don't know what game you're playing, but leave me the hell
alone," Ben spat out.
"Game? Oh it's no game, Ben, this is for real."
"Then what do you want?"
"Isn't that obvious? I want you, Ben."
"Sorry, you can't have me, I'm married."
She shook her head, and pushed past him into the foyer. "Tsk
tsk, Ben, you should know that doesn't matter. At least not to
you."
Meg twirled around, looking at the house around her. "Rustic,
but not too bad."
"Get out. I want you out, now!" Ben shouted.
"You want me out?" Meg turned his demand into a question. Her
hands toyed with the belt of her raincoat.
"Yes, damnit, I want you out of my house and out of my life!"
"Okay, Ben, I'll leave you alone. I'll get out of your house
and out of your life, if you just do one thing."
"What?"
"Fuck me." Her hands started untying the belt.
"You're crazy lady, you know that? Certifiable fucking-A crazy.
I'm not going to fuck you." Ben ran a shaky hand through his
hair.
"Come on, Ben, just one fuck. One moment of passion. And I
promise, you will never have to see me again." The belt was
loose now, the lapels of her coat falling open. Ben could see
she was naked underneath.
"Oh, Be-en," she teased, that slight accent in her voice making
him go hot and cold all at once. "You want it, Ben, I know you
do." She shrugged the coat off her shoulders, standing before
him in all her naked glory. "Take it and I'll be out of your
life forever."
Ben was only human. The one thought he had was to get the she-
devil out of his life so it could return to a semblance of
normalcy. With long strides he marched forward and shoved her
back against the wall, his hands gripping her upper arms and his
lips grinding against hers.
Meg gave a growl of approval, and wrapped her arms around his
shoulders, grabbing and pulling at his robe. He pulled back long
enough to toss it aside and kick off his boxers, before
plundering her mouth once more.
He was already hard, and he gripped his cock with one hand,
trying to get it into position.
Meg put a hand down there to stop him. "I'm not wet yet."
Ben looked about to argue, but her eyes flashed fire. "I'm -
not -wet - yet."
With a growl of frustration, Ben rained kisses down her body,
along the curves of her full breasts, down the plane of her
stomach to the top of her mound. The hair was curly and as dark
as onyx and he dove right in. She spread her legs further apart
as he held her lips open with one hand and started licking her
clit; quick, furious licks designed to make her come, and
quickly.
Meg was moaning and tossing her head from side to side, her
fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.
Using his other hand, Ben inserted two fingers into her warm
slit. Moisture clung to his fingers and he knew she was ready.
He stood up and bent his knees slightly, positioning his cock at
her entrance. Without preamble, he plunged into her.
Meg gasped and clutched him around the shoulders. Ben locked
his hands under her butt and she wrapped her legs around him,
supported with the wall at her back.
There was nothing slow or gentle about their lovemaking. He
pounded into her, over and over again, never varying the rhythm
or intensity. He wanted to possess her; show her who the one in
control. After today he'd never have to deal with her again.
Ben wasn't sure when he lost control of his own body. It just
came to him gradually - he couldn't stop. He willed himself to
stop fucking, to pull out of Meg, but his body wouldn't respond,
no matter what he told it to do. He looked into Meg's eyes to
find them filled with mirth and something akin to satisfaction.
"What have you done to me?"
"What's wrong, Ben, is she not as good as Gina?" It was
Cassie's voice.
He whipped his head around to the left, to the doorway, to see
his wife standing there. He hadn't even heard her come in.
"Cas... Cassie."
"Shut up, Ben. Don't even try to make excuses, you pathetic
excuse for a man." She put her hand on her hip. "How many
others were there, Ben? How many times did you fuck me over
while you were fucking them, huh?"
Ben was having trouble breathing. He couldn't catch his breath,
could only keep pounding away at the damnable woman wrapped
around him.
"How do you like Meg, honey? Or, as she's more commonly known,
Megaera." She smiled at the look in Ben's eyes. "Oh yes, we
know each other. I guess you should have paid more attention
when I talked to you about Greek mythology, shouldn't you?" She
smiled, a feline smile of satisfaction. "Well, let me give you
a brief little lesson. Megaera is one of the Erinyes, known in
Roman mythology as Furies. Her and her two sisters take care of
traitorous scum like you." She toyed with an amulet around her
neck. "I found more at that dig in Amorgos than you thought."
The world around the edges of Ben's eyes was getting grey and
hazy now. He was filled with a languorous kind of feeling, at
the same time his orgasm kept building and building; always on
the edge but never spilling over. It was getting harder and
harder to concentrate.
Cassie strode forward, close enough to him to touch. He was
almost gone, could feel his heart hammering away in his chest.
She ran a hand across his forehead, brushing back his straggly
bangs. "Such a pity, you being so young, but we all know that a
heart attack doesn't discriminate against gender or age. The
coroner won't be able to find any hint of foul play, and
everyone can attest to the fact that you've not been doing well
lately. I'll play the part of the grieving widow to the hilt,
but only for as long as I have to." She shook her head and
stepped back. "Your life is almost over now, Ben, while I feel
like mine is just starting. Who knows what I'll do with that
extra insurance policy I took out on you. Maybe quit my job and
take a nice long vacation. Someplace in the Mediterranean, I
think."
Meg slowly slid her legs to the floor, standing on tiptoe for
her hips to reach his thrusts. He looked at her, blinking his
eyes rapidly in an effort to diminish the haze that had surround
him. Meg smiled at him, and he watched as her face shifted and
changed. Her eyes turned to red, and could swear he saw a fire
burning brightly in them. Her head took on a general canine
shape with gleaming white, pointed teeth in a thin snout. Long,
quivering tendrils sprouted from her head, and slowly became
serpents, hissing and writhing as one.
Ben didn't have time to be horrified. His seed shot from him
in short, quick bursts. Meg, or what he'd thought was Meg,
leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to his. "See you on
the other side," he thought he heard her murmur.
Benjamin Wagner's last conscious thought as his heart beat its
last was that her lips tasted of heaven, but led to hell.
THE END
Copyright October 2000 by Souvie
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