Chapter Fifty

Saturday was the strangest, most sweet-sad day Karl could imagine.

With that first, most gut-wrenching bout of mutual weeping out of the way, he and Doreen did well maintaining their composure. Each was determined to enjoy this last day together, and not waste it on melodrama they could just as easily indulge later alone. Doreen in particular remained lighthearted as she removed makeup and nail polish and all other trace of ‘Karla’ from her always delightfully obliging young lover.

In the shower afterward she had him take her standing up from behind, her cheek and breasts squashed against the steamy pebbled glass of the door. She even helped him fit it into the tighter passage, and encouraged him to batter her as hard as she’d ever done him.

Later they just lay naked on the beach together, occasionally swimming and cavorting and coupling either in the water or on shore, but mostly just quietly being together in beauty. All their issues were resolved, their plans and schedule set. All that was left was to fight off the occasional lump in the throat and enjoy each others’ company while they could.

After they’d finished crying the night before, they’d had to face the practicalities. From the infinite comfort of that almost maternal embrace, Karl suddenly faced a vast and threatening universe with almost no resources except those he’d spent the past year developing.

“So I get on the plane at ten o’clock Sunday morning and fly back alone. What do I do then? I’m homeless and penniless.”

“From the airport you can look up a men’s shelter. From there you can contact employment services. Infrastructure spending means there are manual labor jobs available. Work your body into kick-ass shape, move into a studio apartment, and apply to take the GED.

“Once you have your equivalency, seek financial aid to attend community college. Flaunt that muscular young body around campus, find a nice girl and start working your way up in the world. Maybe when you’ve acquired the skills you can write a book about your remarkable adolescence and strike it rich.”

“Changing all the names, of course.”

“That would be appreciated.”

“Okay.”

Karl wiped his nose on the flouncy, ruffled sleeve of his top, not caring if he soiled it. Play time was over, and the front was soaked with spit anyway.

“You’re right. You’re not telling me anything I couldn’t have figured out for myself with a few minutes’ thought. If I can take killing everyone I cared about and then being tortured for a year, I can handle anything – anything except being your slave. But maybe I should start collecting complementary fruit baskets or something on my way to the plane just in case.”

“Don’t be silly, darling!” Doreen wiped her own face on his other sleeve. “I’m not going to kick you out of my life with just the clothes on your back. I’ll give you enough cash to get by for a few weeks. Call it an eighteenth and nineteenth birthday present combined. How does five thousand dollars sound?”

“It sounds about ten times as much as I need. I could move to Colorado and go into dealing grass with that. I’d be a millionaire in a year.”

“Well, you were about ten times as enjoyable a patient as I expected. I’ve never loved anyone like you baby. So take that money with my blessing and be responsible with it, okay? Open a bank account and start adding to it. Don’t start drinking heavily or anything. You didn’t go through hell just to throw it all away.”

“I promise you I won’t. I will make you proud of me, mistress. Even if you know nothing about it, I’ll always have you looking over my shoulder. Thank you, and thank you again for everything else. I owe you my life, and I’ll never forget it. And please don’t insult us both by saying you were just doing your job. You were divine intervention personified.”

“Well, you were a delight to possess every day darling, and a huge tally for the good guys on my own private scoreboard. I’d say we enriched each other’s stay on the planet considerably. And we still have a night and a day and another night to continue doing so. Why don’t we get you unshackled and have some loving fun together?”

“Okay…just…”

“What, Karla darling?”

“Can I keep the chastity cage? I might want to wear it now and then if I’m like, really missing my mistress.”

“Why certainly, my slave. Maybe soon you’ll meet another girl you’ll love and trust enough to make your key-holder. Maybe she’ll have a feeldoe of her own, and I bet she’ll let Karla out to play once in a while.”

“One can only hope.”

Doreen giggled and began releasing him.

“Just don’t just try to wear that thing onto the plane.”

“You don’t think some of those TSA agents would ask me for a date do you?”

“Darling, you can do so much better!”

They laughed and bantered some more, then were silent but for the jingling of chains. At last Karl had to ask.

“What will you do after I leave?”

“What do you think? I will stay here crying my eyes out on the beach for a week, drinking myself into a stupor and beginning the lifelong process of getting over you. Then I will return to the clinic, make my report, write up all my findings and resume doing my day job while I wait to hear of another case requiring my skills.”

“That makes depressing sense.”

“I’m as sorry as you that it has to end, little slut. It’s been fantastic.”

“Yes it has. But it’s not over yet. The monster wants out of his cage.”

“Does he know how to say please?”

“He does. And if that’s not good enough, he knows how to beg.”

So now the chastity cage was stowed in Karl’s luggage, a keepsake of an unforgettable year and even more unforgettable female. They were watching the sun set over the ocean and feeling the months that had somehow turned into days shrink to hours and even minutes.

A small fire crackled behind them. When it fell to coals there were shish-kabobs to go over it. Lying on a blanket spread over the sand, cuddled naked together as they’d spent so many nights back home, moved by the impossible beauty of the woefully swift tropical sunset, they let the tears flow freely again at last. Never was love so cruel, taking payment in anguish for so much ecstasy spent. Though the mere sight of each other was an evisceration, neither could look away, eternally beholden souls communing in anticipation of illimitable loss.

This time Karl provided the comfort. As steadfast in denial of the true depth of the pain suppressed by her relentless positivity as Karl had been of his more demeaning needs, Doreen saw her defenses shattered at last. A day earlier than intended the pain had its way with her and she wept with stunning passion, her fists pummeling his chest and shoulders as he cradled her almost hysterical thrashing. At last she clung to him, and the crisis passed. The knife-sharp pain slid back into its scabbard, hopefully to be dulled upon its inevitable reemergence.

Doreen was quiet over dinner, letting Karl cook and serve. She reassured his mute concern with sad smiles and kisses, and at last perked up when he arrived with a single heaping platter and set to begin feeding her as she had so often fed him.

Doreen permitted this right to the last bite, and by then she was her old self again. It was their last night together after all, and she did not intend to waste a minute more of it.

Twilight had made their private beach the most beautiful place in the universe.

The surf purred rhythmically. Above the watery horizon Venus was ascendant, out-blazing every other celestial wonder. Meanwhile the nearby state park serenaded them with an eerie yet stirring racket, a primitive shivaree from the rain forest that urged them on to each other’s bodies. Yet lovely Aphrodite turned her back on all this, taking her still-dazzled young subject by the hand and drawing him indoors to that circular bed. She would show him unutterable beauty and savage passion!

They writhed and strived on satin sheets, practically wrestling to get their fill of each other. Yet for all their aggression, each had ample opportunity to lie pinned to the mattress and watch in the mirror above as the other reared and plunged, rode and pogoed; provided or required the most slavish oral service. No cleft or curve, cleavage or crevice or insatiable orifice was immune from wanton use. At last in the deepest black of night they slipped out into the surf, to wash off the sweat and reinvigorate the senses.

Almost immediately they were at each other again in the water. Eventually they drifted ashore and carried on there on the midnight sand, their bed a billion beads of black volcanic glass. Spread through the obsidian overhead, the visible thousand or three of the infinite suns were displayed in scintillant splendor.

Often the lovers paused in exhaustion, their erotic areas throbbing with overuse. Inevitably communing and cuddling led right back to groping and coupling again however. Finally they made their way back to feather-stuffed satin, leaving the traitor stars to continue turning unseen overhead.

Having ejaculated the last possible pearl long ago, Karl then found himself the sole receptacle, taking it repeatedly in every position throughout those last rapidly diminishing hours before dawn. He would have insisted on this anyway.

When might he ever again find a woman so willing or accomplished, so loving and ferocious as the cougar currently pegging him? Never he feared, clenching the sheets, curling his toes and lifting himself to accept her indescribably fulfilling possession. For as long as his mistress’ awesome stamina might hold out he was honored and exalted and rapturously delirious to be her pillow-biting bitch one last time.

The first opalescence of dawn was near before she finally faltered. From peaking and shrieking and even weeping as she jackhammered her umpteenth orgasm of the night into him, Doreen at last collapsed whimpering and shuddering on Karl’s back. He could feel the flaccidity coming over her, all her energy reserves depleted completely. In moments she was snoring, sound asleep still draped over him and embedded to the hilt.

Karl could have spent forever that way. Alas that wasn’t in the plan. He had his orders. At last he gently rolled them over and disengaged himself. Doreen groaned but slept on, even when he eased her half of the feeldoe out of her (she’d be sore enough; they both would). He fixed her pillow, brushed potentially tickling strands of hair from her face and covered her up.

Her arms groped automatically for a body. Finding none, she hugged herself and moaned. Heartsick beyond belief at this, Karl turned away.

He would sleep on the plane, no doubt just as distressed and alone. Quietly, while light stole over the world outside, he cleaned up the cottage and put everything to rights for her. He slipped into the bathroom and showered while his savior slumbered on, remembering the way she’d pointed him into her bottom, hissed in pain yet begged him to brutalize her the morning before. Leaking tears in the steam he hurried his ablutions, dried and groomed and dressed.

By the time he’d packed up his few belonging he had himself under tight control again. Still he checked and re-checked, making quadruply sure of his keepsake and key, and the envelope his mate-for-the-year had given him.

This contained his plane ticket and the start on life his parents hadn’t been able to provide him with: ten one hundred dollar bills to live on until he got a job and a check for four grand with which to start a bank account. It was (once again) unfathomably generous of her. It would be more than enough, and maybe someday he could send it back to her, along with a good chunk of the royalties from the book he intended to write.

At last Karl realized he was delaying. He went to the bed and peered down at his slumbering sweet Doreen.

Her eyes were roving behind her lids and she was moaning and murmuring softly. Obviously she was dreaming.

What does a goddess dream about? Karl had never asked her, and now he’d never know. He listened a bit further, hoping to catch his name perhaps. Nothing more enlightening than the sunrise came. At last he leaned over and kissed those restlessly twitching lips.

Nurse Drake stirred, and Karl held his breath. Then she sobbed once and slipped back into deeper sleep, into whatever dreams defined her. He let his air out slowly.

It was better this way. What more appropriate ending for her to remember than pounding herself orgasmically to sleep in him? Anything after that risked bathos.

“Goodbye, honey. Thank you again.”

Before he could weaken and do something dishonorable (fling himself on her and beg to stay was the foremost impulse), Karl grabbed his bags and slipped out of the cottage. Without a look back he started walking (fully functional again thank you very much) up the long driveway toward the rental office. He munched one of those mangoes on the way.

From there he could call a cab to the airport. After that, the sky was the limit.

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