I took Emma’s hand. “Let’s go,” I said.
I followed the hallway for perhaps twenty feet until it turned abruptly to the left and ended at another door. Using the S-key, I unlocked this one, too.
It opened into a spacious chamber. Circular and tall, it was decorated with paintings, tapestries and wall hangings in reds and golds. Several chairs and divans were scattered about the chamber, providing ample space to sit or lie. The walls were lined with bookshelves containing rare tomes.
But the most startling thing of all was the woman in glass.
At first I wasn’t sure if I was seeing correctly. But after taking a few steps closer to the center of the room, I could make her out clearly.
A beautiful red-haired woman half-lay on a divan, dressed in naught but a lacy set of red lingerie, in a pose of extreme eroticism. She was as still as a mannequin, but as lifelike as the woman next to me, and encased in a gigantic glass case at the center of the room. I felt that if I could but reach out and touch her, she’d move.
“Oh, my god…” Emmanuelle breathed. “Is she?”
“Real…?” I asked. “Not anymore. She’s stuffed.”
Emmanuelle took a step back, horrified. Then another and another. I turned to her and that was when I saw the other women.
They were standing in one archway of the circular chamber. All three were very much alike: tall, slender, with flowing red ringlets for hair and deep-set blue eyes the color of dangerous, stormy seas. They were obviously sisters.
Emmanuelle jumped when she saw them, hands clutched to her mouth to stifle a scream.
The three were still, but with wide eyes fixed upon me. They trembled with what I could tell was intense fear.
“No,” I said. “Don’t be afraid of us. We won’t hurt you, ladies. I promise.”
“Who,” the girl in the middle started then licked her red lips. “Who are you?”
“My name is Evan Anderson.”
“You’re… you’re a man…” the first one said. “But where do you come from?”
“Well,” I said. “I live in New York. But I split my time between London, Paris and about a dozen other locales.”
“London!” the third girl exclaimed. “I’ve always wondered about London. Our mother was from there.”
“Your mother?” I asked, but I had the feeling that I knew.
The girl in the middle, the eldest I believed, pointed to the glass box. I took another look at her, and then back to the three girls. They all shared features with the stuffed woman, but also others that I recognized.
“You’re the Commodore’s daughters,” I said.
Together, they nodded. “I’m Victoria,” the eldest said, “and these are Catherine and Elizabeth. We are the daughters and lovers of the Commodore.”
I smiled. Victoria was easily the most beautiful, but the others were each enough to take a man’s breath. All of them seemed to be in their late twenties, with Victoria perhaps thirty, though they acted much younger.
“What is this place?” Emmanuelle asked.
“It’s the Chamber of Scion,” Victoria told her. “Where the Commodore keeps his progeny.”
Victoria stepped up to me and, tentatively, put her hands on my chest.
“You’ve never seen a man other than your father, have you?”
She shook her head demurely and looked down. “Just him. And a few women. Just those that father sends to take care of us. I never knew that a man could be so beautiful. I… I wasn’t sure any more existed…”
The other two nodded and stared at me with such hunger that my cock was suddenly hard.
“Evan,” Emmanuelle said, “we should go, now.”
“No, don’t!” one of the girls said. Catherine, I thought she was. “Please don’t go! Not yet! Just stay and talk or fuck!”
“Yes, stay!” the other two said, plaintively, their pretty slender faces pleading.
“Evan! We have to go, now!” Emma said, desperately. “If he finds out that we have been here, you have no idea of the trouble that we will be in! Hurry –!”
“Emma! Sit down and stay!” I said harshly, cutting her off.
“We won’t tell,” Victoria said. “I promise. Just stay a little longer, please.”
“She’s your woman?” Elizabeth asked, nodding towards Emmanuelle. “I don’t like her very much. Why don’t you just snuff her and take me, instead? I would make a much better slave to you. I know I would. And when you were done with me you could always snuff me and put me in the box with mother.”
“With mother…” Catherine echoed, a smile on her fair face.
“Lizzy, Katey,” Victoria said, exasperated. “Stop simpering and trying to seduce this man, now.” She stepped up to me. “After all, can’t you see that he wants a real woman?” And she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, deeply thrusting her tongue down my throat. I sucked for several seconds on her mouth.
Then, throwing Victoria back on a divan, I tore at her red dress — pulling it down over shoulders and breasts. I quickly removed her panties and struggled with my own pants. My cock slapped on her groin.
I paused on the verge of penetrating her.
“You’ve never seen a man other than your father, have you, little one?”
She bit her lip and shook her head.
“So, no real man has ever been inside you!” I said and thrust my cock into her red-haired snatch. She cried out and I pushed in deeper. I started moving in and out, getting faster and faster until I was fucking her all out. My hands went to the long, red ringlets and I pulled her head back to gain access to her neck. I kissed and sucked on her beautiful alabaster throat while she moaned at my cock’s advance into her. Moving down, I sucked on her pale breasts and red nipples. She was moaning and thrashing when I finally came. She shuttered on my cock as she received my sperm.
Standing, I pulled Vicky to her feet: breasts bouncing, long alabaster form swaying. She was quite an erotic sight.
“Emma, stay right there,” I said as she tried to rise. “I want you to play with yourself — no, in fact, I want Victoria to pleasure you.”
“As you wish, sir,” Vicky said. She moved over and knelt before Emma. Green eyes caught blue and I could see that Emma was entranced. She breathed heavily as the younger woman’s mouth moved to her cunt.
“You two,” I demanded of the others, “kneel and blow me.”
I sat where I could see the glass box and received my offerings from the two red-haired girls.
I studied the stuffed mother as her two daughters sucked my cock. My eyes traced every detail of the taxidermy. She was a masterpiece. Perfectly preserved in a moment of extreme eroticism: head partially thrown back, mouth open, hand gripping one breast, the other with fingers in her pussy.
On each wrist, I recognized a nearly-concealed gash.
Reaching down, I ran a hand through each girl’s hair and fucked my cock between their faces until they moaned. Off to the side, I could hear Emmanuelle moaning, getting off from Vicky’s mouth.
One by one, I mounted each girl on my cock and they rode me until they orgasmed. When we were finished, I had them kneel again, a face on either side of my cock, and came between them, spraying their pale features.
“Mmm!” Katey said. “That was wonderful, master!”
“Are you going to stay with us, master?” Lizzy asked. “I have a comfortable bed you can sleep in where I promise I will keep your cock wet at all times.”