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Chapter 21 - Easter

 

 

 

Mohandas was woken early on Thursday morning by Kat angrily dragging him from his bed onto the floor. 

When Wednesday had turned into Thursday and Kat hadn't arrived Mohandas had been bereft.  After waiting until midnight he went to bed.  He was certain he wouldn't see her now until the evening, because she never arrived any earlier than dusk during the week.  Yet here she was standing over him shouting at him, asking if he knew that a young woman at work, Bianca, was a witch. Her spit was hitting his face.  She was truly furious in a way he'd never seen before and even more awesome in the morning than at night.  He wondered what she might be about to do to him.

Mohandas barely knew Bianca. She was a strange girl who was a skilled coder even though she was in management somewhere.  Several days after she started in the business she'd come to see him to point out a serious coding error he'd made. She helped him fix it and told no one about his error, for which he was grateful.  So he had not immediately reported her as a possible security breach but was investigating on his own.  She's very good looking and tongues had started to wag when she'd come to his workstation and stayed with him for nearly two hours. When she was immersed in the details of his project she was thoughtlessly and sometimes, immodestly unaware of her feminine charms. They had the occasional laugh and she had touched him several times and pushed him aside him to use his keyboard. Several people had casually walked past to check it out.  But of course there was nothing romantic about it.  She was just coaching him through the solution and making some suggestions about the project and how to avoid making the same mistake again, in a similar function that he would need later. 

The odd thing was that she seemed to know an awful lot about his project. He was suspicious.  She'd only been in the business for a few days.  But when she understood his code as if she had written it herself, the moment that he put it up on the big screen, pointing out several improvements and redundancies, he realised that she was some kind of code prodigy, who seemed to be processing his code on the spot, in her head.   Yet coding was not listed as one of her skills in the personnel database.  The company policy was to endorse and praise fellow employees, particularly new ones, for special skills but the App simply failed to accept his endorsement.  When he updated the database, using his developer privileges, the entry disappeared immediately. He tried changing another employee's entry without a problem, then he tried Bianca's but again it failed to update.  So he checked the administrator listing and privileges on the system and she was not even listed.  Maybe under another name?  But there were no ghosts either.  He started to think there must be a serious security issue if a new employee without any authorisation could see all his work and delete entries from a secure database. He brought forward the regular 'White Hat' security check, in which a professional hacker was employed to attempt to break in. There was no apparent breach.  There was definitely something weird going on and he had still been investigating the day of the Christmas party.

When Kat started saying that Bianca was a witch, that's what he thought she was referring to, not actual witchcraft. So he said: "Yes, there's something very weird about her."

Kat went ballistic. "You mean you knew this and didn't tell me?  You told me you love me.  You two are in cahoots to harm me aren't you?  She pointed you out to me. You're her bait aren't you?  She's always asking how I'm going with you. When did she seduce you? Obviously some time before Christmas.  Morag warned me about other witches.  That tart tricked me into thinking she was an ordinary girl, there for the taking.  All this time she's been milking me of my secrets."  

Mohandas had no idea what she was talking about. Now she had one of her stiletto heeled shoes in her hand and was standing over him threatening to hit him in the face with the heel.  All he could say was: "No, Kat. No, Kat. No."

"Very well, I can get to the bottom of this.  Take this pill."

***

She'd never given him a pill like this before but she was so terrifying that he did as he was told. When he woke up she was gone.  He had no idea where and he was very alarmed.

The pill was her most powerful truth drug, which combined with her use of his hypnotic trigger made it impossible for him to lie to her.  Margery delved around in his mind confirming that he hardly knew Bianca.  She was extremely clever, using an innocent bystander as bait.  It was getting light and using her hover-bike was a risk.  Margery would have to risk flying home as she didn't want to leave her hover-bike in the parking station here and any other means of transport might reveal her movements even more. 

She could still smell that witch on herself and on her clothing. Reverse-seduction was an amazing trick that she should try to learn. She showered and changed and went to work. There were several people at work who she had previously enchanted.  It was always useful in a meeting to have one or two who, at a gesture from her, would immediately agree with her.  She did the rounds, putting them under and asking about both Bianca and Mohandas.  Office gossip had it that Bianca was keen on him.  She'd been seen flirting outrageously with him for hours on end; having several intimate chats with him at his workstation and someone was sure that they had seen a couple like them going into a sex hotel.  Mohandas had already told her the truth so she knew that some of this was nonsense.

Two of them enquired if she was jealous, because she'd been seen leaving the Christmas party with Mohandas and there were similar rumours circulating about her going to the Plaza Grand with him.  Bianca had even told one of them that the rumours about her were untrue because he was romantically involved with Margery. 

The gossip mill was going strong.  Margery was very publicly going out with Philip.  Someone had suggested that they were all involved in partner swapping. And that was too juicy to let go.  The latest goss was that a waiter at the lunch place had seen Margery and Bianca carrying on together yesterday.  He'd tried to prove it by playing back the security video but it showed nothing but the two of them having lunch, seated on opposite sides of the table.  The guy was a bit trippy after polishing off some vintage wine they'd left undrunk, so he must have been away with the fairies, engaged in a wild erotic fantasy.  Those who had rushed over to the restaurant to watch the video agreed that they both looked rather fetching and several made inappropriate comments about what they would like to do with one or the other.  But the promised 'hot scene' was nowhere to be found. 

When the first person mentioned it Margery suddenly realised that she had been stupidly incautious and the video would be disastrous.  A chill of fright had rushed through her body.  Yet there was nothing to be seen. 

For a moment she even entertained the thought that Bianca had so bewitched her that she had dreamt the whole seduction scene.  No. It had definitely happened, she'd had to shower and change her clothes.  Yet where was the external evidence?  Bianca must have somehow deleted it.

"How did she do that?" wondered Margery: "If Bianca knew to turn the cameras off during those moments, she was the one in control the whole time.  She was somehow reverse-seducing me.  I should have realised that there was something wrong that time when she knew about Phillip. The evil witch!  She's probably planning to tell him about Mohandas!  I'll have to speed up his training."

She was furious. By now she expected Bianca to be her faithful servant but Bianca had been playing with her instead. As a result, she'd been tricked into telling Bianca far too much. 

All her familiars at work had confirmed that Bianca was fond of Mohandas, even if he was unaware of her affection.   She would make Mohandas her bait to get rid of Bianca.  In the meantime he would pay for his ignorant complicity.

She left work and caught a hover-cab.  It was risky but not as obvious as her black hover-bike. She stormed into Mohandas' apartment again.  She ordered him to get out of his clothes and get down on his hands and knees on the workroom floor.  He did it without hesitation.

"Get your head down and don't look at me," she demanded.  With that she walked a couple of metres behind him and with a short run gave him a really hard kick in his balls.  He screamed with pain and curled up crying.

"Now you're going to learn firsthand what the word 'punish' actually means."

***

She showed him until her rage subsided.  Then she left him cowering in a corner. She still had to deal with Bianca but she now knew better than to confront her personally and fall into one of her traps again. She had a plan.

When Mohandas recovered, he realised that he'd been longing for her to take their relationship to the next level.  She was so angry that she was awesome.  He wanted to be her whipping-boy and to give her satisfaction.  He had a vague idea that it was that witch, Bianca, who she'd been attacking by proxy. And he found that he was starting to love her too. 

After that Kat seemed to be sorry and almost affectionate.  He worried that she might be losing interest.  But she was very enthusiastic and complementary about Mikado and never failed to take a copy of everything he'd done home to check for errors.  He even slipped in some obvious blunders hoping that she would punish him for them.  But she didn't seem to care about them, obviously realising that they were deliberate and that he would soon remove them again without her having to comment. 

The sex had become almost conventional. His penis no longer hurt. Although it was a lot bigger she was somehow disappointed in the result. She kept resetting the music to the same track suggesting that he sing along as she caressed him and then coaxed his penis to hardness.

On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow"
And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit
Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow'"
"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried
"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside"
With a shake of his poor little head, he replied
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"

He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough
Singing "Willow, titwillow, titwillow"
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow
Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow
He sobbed and he sighed and a gurgle he gave
Then he plunged himself into the billowy wave
And an echo arose from the suicide's grave
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow"

Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name
Isn't Willow, titwillow, titwillow
That 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow"
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
Shall perish as he did, and you will know why
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die
"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow"

 

Soon she just had to hum the tune to get the same reaction.    At other times she would say: "It's little dicky-bird time," before she wanted him to penetrate her, making it clear that he was still a great disappointment to her in that department:

"Can't you get any deeper than that? My god you're useless! Half the time I don't even know you're in there," and so on.

Of course he was insulted. He was no longer that small.  But those were the least of her insults that ranged from his ethnicity to his manhood; his competence as a developer and his abject fear of her. She seemed to enjoy demeaning him and he now doubted everything about himself. 

But it never diminished his now pathological arousal in her presence; his compulsive compliance with her directions; or his desire to satisfy her every whim.  He was vaguely distressed that she seldom bound him or pushed a heel into him anymore and feared that she had lost interest and the heat had gone out of their relationship. So he looked forward to the particularly painful Easter present she'd promised when the project was complete. 

The big long weekend came just over a month later.  That week Find-a-loo@Air-ones&twos had 'gone live' in a beta release and began making sales.  It was slow at first but there was exponential growth and they agreed that when Kat got on the publicity trail it should do well. It was decided that Mohandas, like Jesus, should return to work on Monday and he was downcast.  Kat promised that now she had a reason to stay she would leave Pussy with him and visit him regularly.

"But only if you've been very naughty and deserve punishment," she said with a smile, pleased that this brightened his mood.  She now possessed his entire ego and thus owned him absolutely.

***

He tried to compile a list of sins deserving of her wrath that he could then confess so that she would come and punish him.  But as he didn't even know where she lived it was a bit short.  He imagined ways of offending a Hindu goddess but didn't come up with anything sufficiently offensive to Kat.  He even checked out the Jewish commandments.  She might enjoy him coveting an ox but be indifferent to him failing to separate milk from meat.  The best he could come up with was transferring his loyalty to another goddess.  He wondered how it would be to worship Bianca.  Maybe like other Gods she could set some arbitrary rules that if he broke would deserve her punishment; like going somewhere with or without a hat; or eating pork on a Friday; or showing his knees; or disrespecting cows?

Kat had suggested that for their 'Easter' celebration he prepare the whole apartment, particularly his very non-Indian work room, like scenes from the Kama Sutra all draped with Indian fabrics.  There should be candles; and incense; and big cushions flowing out the workroom door to the living area; and he should be naked except for a dhoti like Ghandi. It took him nearly a week to get the necessary deliveries and to prepare the apartment, during which time he had fantasised wildly about what she might do to him and had been in a constant state of arousal. It was nearly five days since he'd seen her and he was on tenterhooks.  Now, at last, it was Good Friday. 

The last time he'd seen her was on Palm Sunday when she'd brought him an end of Lent present. It was a new deep-fat-fryer with special cooking oil so that he could cook her fish tempura on Good Friday. He'd never cooked Japanese food before but fish was what Kat wanted and so he would look it up and buy the ingredients.  When he suggested a trial run she absolutely forbade it.  This was to be for Good Friday only.  To celebrate the end of Lent they had sex until he was incapable of moving.

"Next time I see you I'll want you to give me your Easter Ego," she joked, laughing in a rather sinister way, as she buttoned her blouse and pulled up her skirt. 

He could hear her heels clicking about on his hardwood floors as she collected her helmet and flying-coat somewhere outside, in preparation for her departure, wherever it was she went on her black hover-bike.  As she'd told Bianca all that time ago, when she removes a man's ego it passes to her. She might more accurately have said 'his soul'.  For her part, Palm Sunday was a pure power trip. 

***

Her private joke caused her to laugh delightedly when she received his pent up Easter Ego in his workroom. She'd arrived unexpectedly early and embraced him with a kiss pushing his present into his mouth with her tongue. She'd created a little Easter lozenge for the occasion and pushed the bauble into his mouth as she kissed him. It was bigger than usual but now he swallowed anything she gave him this way without question.  As usual the act elicited his conditioned response despite his recent loss of ego.  This time it was just a little lingam booster and a slow release preparation to disorient him over an extended period.  But it amused her that she could just as easily have poisoned him.  That would be a pity.  Why spoil all the fun when she had other fish to fry?  She nimbly released his dhoti and bundled it away efficiently.  He was a little child who'd soiled himself.  Now he was totally naked and hers to do with as she liked. She stripped naked too.

Among the party supplies Mohandas had ordered in were thirty litres of body oil.  Kat had suggested that they should bathe in it this Easter weekend in the tub in the big bathroom.  But the half litre bottles had a nozzle and were like water soakers when squeezed.  So instead of pouring them in the bath, they chased and giggled around the apartment like kids, squirting each other with oil and hiding or going back for another bottle. They skidding about and fell over; leaving oily pools on the wooden floors, drapes and rugs in every room and even more in their hiding places.  It was hilarious. The cleaning robot would have its work cut out.  Then they had a shower in the smaller bathroom off his bedroom.  It was the only oil free area.  Kat waited until he was under the hot water then threw a bucket of icy water over him.  That initiated a huge water fight in the bathroom.  After all these exertions they retired to his large bed, panting and giggling.  This was going to be a great Easter spent together.  How he loved her!

"Now I'll show you the Easter game I promised," she told him.  "I'm going to decorate you like an Easter egg with hot candle wax.  It's going to hurt you a lot so I'm going to tie you to the bed.  Would you like that?" 

Of course he would.  It was what he had wanted for weeks when she'd not been nearly violent enough.  

"Yes mistress!" he whispered in a husky voice.

"What's the magic word?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please hurt me, Mistress."

The smell of incense and smoke from the burning wax meant that neither noticed the fire raging in the rest of the apartment.  Kat had shut the bedroom door in case neighbours should hear his screams. 

The fire started in the kitchen.  Before Kat arrived he'd been deep-frying her tempura fish.

Mohandas thought he'd flipped the power switch off during their oil fight but he was obviously so excited that he failed to do it properly. 

With all the drapes and oil to spread it, the rest of his apartment, together with all his computer equipment, was totally destroyed, even before the fire burnt through his bedroom door. 

It was evident to him that Kat had really enjoyed decorating his tied-down body.  So had he.  She'd straddled his oily leg and slid up and down as she poured the wax with little groans of pleasure before moving over him to satisfy her other fetishes.  She'd just gone for a second shower 'to clean up' when flames burst through the bedroom door, and began leaping, accelerated by spiled body oil and wax, towards the bed. 

He was desperate to warn Kat and tried to struggle free but she'd gagged him with a pair of cotton panties to silence his shouts as she'd poured the hot wax on him.

As the flames appeared at the end of the bed and spread around it like a carpet and the thick black oily smoke descended, like a nimbus from above, he passed out.

 

 

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