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  But when I get sexually aroused, obviously I don't think clearly. At times like that, I'm a hot, stiff dick uncontrolled by mind. I can do things that I will regret later.

  Is that a serious personal flaw, I wondered, or is that just the way that people are? It seems that the only way to really avoid hurting the one you love is to stop a potentially erotic situation before you start getting aroused by it. I really should have stopped Samantha when I felt her first light touch on my thigh. That's what I would do if some kind of unplanned erotic situation started to develop in the future…I hoped.

  The rest of our flight was uneventful. Samantha and I talked only a little more, and our conversation was not especially memorable. When we got into the airport terminal and started to go our separate ways, we shook hands and she said, "I'm happy to have met you, Jim. I did enjoy talking to you and…our game. But know this, James Miller: when you see me next, I won't be playing any games.”

  She turned and quickly walked away, leaving me to just wonder about her last words to me. What did she mean about when I see her next?

  Life can be so mysterious.

  Chapter 4

  There was a rental car waiting for me at the airport. I know nothing about the LA area and could have gotten lost trying to find Themiscyra House on my own. Fortunately, some very detailed instructions had been left for me in the glove compartment of the rental car. I found my way from the airport to Themiscyra House in a little over an hour.

  Themiscyra House itself looked like a very large, old-fashioned millionaire's mansion, and there were three or four other buildings that went along with it. It was after midnight when I rang the bell at the main entrance. After a couple of minutes, the door opened to reveal a middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform.

  "Good evening, sir," he said. "Are you expected?"

  "Yes. My name is James Miller, and I'm one of the authors here for the annual competition."

  "Yes, Mr. Miller. Please come in. My mistress told me to expect you. She'll be delighted that you have finally arrived. I will take you to her now."

  I was a little bit startled when he said my mistress. But then, I dismissed the thought. I guessed that it was the way that any butler would probably refer to his female employer.

  The butler led the way to a closed double door. He knocked very lightly, and then simply stood in silence for a couple of minutes. Finally, he went through the door alone, closing it behind himself.

  After a couple more minutes, the doors were opened from the other side.

  The doors were opened by an attractive, obviously very wealthy woman who seemed to be in her early forties. "Mr. Miller!" she said. "Welcome to Themiscyra House. I'm Victoria Stone."

  Victoria Stone! This was the woman who had contacted me about the authors' competition, and invited me to be one of the competitors. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Ms. Stone, and to be here for your annual authors' competition."

  "The other two authors arrived earlier. They've already gone to bed, so I'll introduce you to them tomorrow morning. We expected you a little earlier too. Was your flight delayed?"

  "There was a little delay when we had to fly around a big thunderstorm instead of going over it. But it was only about thirty minutes extra time."

  She moved toward the center of the room and I followed. There were two other ladies in the room, seated in comfortable looking chairs.

  "Ladies, our third author has arrived. This is James Miller, who wrote The Spartacus Club. Mr. Miller, this is Cynthia Johnson and Paula Burkett.” We exchanged greetings and all shook hands. “We three are the steering committee for the authors' competition of the L.L.L.L.A."

  I snickered involuntarily. I couldn't help a bit of laughing when I heard her saying all those "L's," one right after another.

  "I see that you find humor in our initials, Mr. Miller," said Ms. Johnson. "Some people do, I suppose. But since the name of our organization is the Ladies' Literotic League of Los Angeles, the initials are correct. Besides, we like the name and the initials of our organization."

  "Please, Ms. Johnson. I mean no criticism of your organization's name, or the initials for it. It is a little bit unusual, but that just makes it special. You have good reason to like the special name and initials of your organization. I think I'm already starting to like them too."

  Ms. Johnson smiled at me. "That was a pretty good save, Mr. Miller," she said. "I think you will be an interesting competitor in the extemporaneous oral part of our competition. It remains to be seen, of course, how well you do in the other part."

  When I had been invited to participate in this competition, I was not told specifically what would be involved. I was expecting some kind of oral contest, maybe like a sort of debate. I expected that I would have to explain and defend the actions of the characters in my book. But I had no idea what her reference to "the other part" of the competition might mean.

  "We've just been going through the final list of people we expect to attend. Most of them will be members of the L.L.L.L.A.”

  Damn! I almost laughed again, but knew that this time I'd better not!

  “However, there will be quite a few guests, too. We're very glad to meet you, Mr. Miller…is it alright if I just call you James?"

  "Yes, please, or Jim."

  "Well, James, it is pretty late, so maybe we should all just call it a day. We'll start pretty early tomorrow, and the whole day will be needed to complete the competition.”

  She pressed a button that was mounted on an end table by her chair. "My butler, Barry, will show you to the guest room that you'll be using."

  In just a minute, the man who had let me into the mansion appeared. He led the way to an opulent bedroom that I was to use. I suddenly missed Cindy.

  If she could have spent the night with me in that bedroom, we would have made good use of it. We would have enjoyed the complete entertainment system and the well stocked bar. But most of all, we would have enjoyed the queen sized, four-poster bed fitted with silk sheets. Being alone, and really feeling alone, I just went to sleep.

  At 6:30 the following morning, a loud, persistent knocking on the door of my room abruptly awakened me. Still more asleep than awake, I groggily walked to the door and hoarsely croaked, "Yes. I'm up. What is it?”

  A man's voice from the other side of the door said "I have a breakfast for you, Mr. Miller. If you'll open the door, I'll bring it in.” The breakfast was coffee, orange juice, a Belgian waffle topped with strawberries, and cantaloupe. Not my usual sort of breakfast. I would be more likely to have just coffee, or coffee and a quick sausage biscuit.

  "My name is Barry, by the way," he said. "Please be ready to go downstairs by 7:15. I will take you and the other gentlemen to the conference room for the start of the competition. After lunch, you'll be going into the arena.”

  "Arena? Arena?" I wondered.

  At 7:15 Barry reappeared. He introduced me to the other two authors, leading the three of us downstairs.

  The conference room had a long table at one end, with a speaker's rostrum sitting in the middle of it. Ms. Johnson and Ms. Burkett were seated at the long table, on either side of the rostrum. The rest of the room was filled with women of all ages and descriptions, seated on comfortable folding chairs. There seemed to be over a hundred of them.

  Ms. Stone greeted us.

  “Good morning, gentlemen! I hope you all slept well. Our competition will start here. You will each be given thirty minutes in which to tell us about your book. You should identify and describe four or five of your characters, and you should summarize your plot in moderate detail. At 10 o'clock we'll take a short break. When we resume, the ladies will ask each of you questions about your book. I advise you to consider the questions carefully. Our members are very intelligent, and their questions are likely to probe into your story rather deeply.”

  She had each of us take a seat at the long table, and then stood at the speaker's rostrum and looked out at the audience.

  "Ladies, we
lcome to Themiscyra House, and welcome to the annual authors' competition of the Ladies' Literotic League of Los Angeles! Our authors this year has given us three exceptionally good books. In no special order, Stephen Forbes wrote Something Unexpected; James Miller wrote The Spartacus Club; and, Ben Flemming wrote Educating Eric.” There was brief, polite applause.

  “As usual, our competition this year will begin with oral presentations by each author to tell us about his book. Mr. Forbes will go first.” Ms. Stone sat down, and Stephen Forbes took her place at the rostrum.

  "Ladies, first I want to make it clear that Something Unexpected is NOT a take off on the old movie titled ‘Planet of the Apes’. There are some superficial similarities between that story and mine, but the differences are far more substantial than the similarities.”

  “In my story, thirty-two year old astronaut Glen Powers begins a long, high-speed space flight in the year 2050. He is alone on the space flight. He returns to earth and crash lands in the desert in the year 2250. Even though two hundred years have passed on the earth since his departure, Glen has only aged two years himself. Glen has quite a bit of trouble surviving in that desert for a week on his own. He has to eat quite a few bugs and spiders, and even a couple of lizards.”

  I smiled to myself. Talking about things like that wouldn't get him any points with these ladies. I saw a couple of the ladies in the audience wincing at his words.

  “Then, when he is getting weak from lack of food and water, a hunting party of beautiful young women finds him. The women wear bras and panties made of animal skins. They look like cavewomen, except that they are perfectly well groomed and carry modern weapons like M-16's. They lead Glen back to a village of about one hundred mud huts. They give him food and water, then take him to their leader, Magda."

  "Bras and panties made of animal skins?" I thought. "Damn! That sounds like it could be pretty rough on some tender female flesh!"

  "Over the next couple of days, Magda explains to Glen that in the year 2075, there was an accident at a biotechnology laboratory. A man-made microbe was accidentally released and quickly spread around the world. About a week after the accident, symptoms of infection started to appear in people on every continent. Medical authorities did their best to kill the microbe and cure the resulting disease, but they failed.”

  “Every person on the world caught the disease. Some were killed by this plague, but most survived. However, the survivors weren't able to maintain human society and it collapsed around the world. The people who were left alive had to start living like cave people."

  As Stephen Forbes continued to speak, I was starting to have trouble sitting there in well-behaved silence. Of course, there is nothing funny about people being killed by some kind of plague. But the ridiculous implausibility of his story, or maybe just the dry, tongue-in-cheek way he was telling it, made it seem very funny to me.

  Was it really supposed to be this funny? If so, then maybe it would be okay for me to just let my laughter come out. But none of the ladies at the main table or in the audience seemed to be laughing. I decided that it might be better for me to grit my teeth together and think about my money problems to suppress my urge to laugh. I didn't want to be the only one in the room who thought it was funny.

  Stephen Forbes continued.

  "The microbe changed the DNA in the survivors so that all male babies born after the plague would grow up small, weak, and sickly. The average height of men in 2250 was only four feet, and the average weight only sixty-three pounds. All the female babies born after the plague would grow up strong, healthy, and beautiful. The average woman in 2250 was five-foot-eight, and weighed 125 pounds. The bodies of the women did not continue to age after they reached the age of twenty-five, and their life expectancy was eighty years."

  "Mmph! Mmph!" I said into my hand.

  Damn! It was getting harder and harder for me not to laugh out loud. I looked down under the table and thought about my feet. I pinched myself hard enough to feel the pain. I did occasionally hear someone in the audience cough. But I still heard no laughing.

  How could these ladies be hearing this, I wondered, and not be showing any outward signs of mirth? I wondered if any of them were pinching themselves too. Or, maybe I just have a warped sense of humor and Forbes' book and talk weren't funny to the other listeners.

  "Naturally," Forbes said, "Magda and her tribe of future women were very appreciative of Glen's normal size and masculine good looks. He was six-foot-two and 200 pounds, a giant compared to the men they were used to seeing. The women knew that the man-made microbe had existed on the earth for several years, then mutated into a harmless form. The harm to human DNA had already been done. There was no way to return human DNA to its pre-plague state. However, the women hoped that by using Glen's sperm, a new generation of healthy male babies could be started…"

  "Damn!" I thought. "I would never have guessed that!”

  "At first, the women treated Glen like a very welcome guest. But that changed as soon as they had decided how best to use him. One night, three of the village women woke him up and took him from his sleeping hut to a large, communal hut. He was very surprised when they told him to take off his clothes.”

  “When he started to ask questions instead of stripping, they forcibly clamped a metal collar around his neck. They then chained the collar to a large post that was firmly embedded in the floor in the center of the hut. Once he was chained to the post, they cut the clothing off his body."

  "Mmmph! Mmmph!" I said again. My belly was starting to hurt from wanting to laugh, but not being able to. I couldn't allow myself to be the only person in the room to be laughing.

  "After that, Glen was visited by five women each day, five days a week, to get sperm from him. The women usually just had him lay down on his back for them to lower their cunts down onto his cock. After a few minutes of bouncing up and down on his cock, he would dutifully shoot a load of his sperm into the waiting cunt. Many of the women stood on their heads for a few minutes after taking his load of cum, believing that this would help ensure that they would get pregnant."

  Damn! The mental image of those women bouncing on his cock until he shot out his load, then jumping up to go stand on their heads, was too much for me.

  I laughed. I had to laugh. As I feared, many of the ladies looked at me when I laughed. I lowered my head and tried to be invisible.

  "On the sixth day of each week, Glen was visited by only one woman. She would jerk him off into a jar. She did it over and over, filling jar after jar. This sperm would be traded to other women in other mud hut villages for water and bullets, both highly prized in this future desert world. Before long, the women of Magda's village had become wealthy by selling Glen's sperm. On the seventh day of each week, Glen was allowed to simply rest."

  That was about all of Stephen Forbes' talk that I could listen to. I zoned out on most of the rest of it. His book must be as funny as hell. After all of this was over, I knew that I would have to buy a copy of Something Unexpected. I would read it somewhere I could laugh my head off.

  Probably, I thought, Cindy and I would read it together. But his talk made me a little nervous about my chances of winning this competition. If his book was as funny as it seemed to be, it must be really entertaining. If it was sexy too, I could be in real trouble.

  After he stopped speaking, Ms. Stone took his place at the rostrum. "Thank you, Mr. Forbes. I know that many of our members have read your book, and that anyone who did read it enjoyed it very much. James Miller will now talk about The Spartacus Club."

  This was it. I'm not really afraid of speaking to a group of people, but it always does make some unwelcome butterflies appear. And my last thoughts about Stephen Forbes had shaken my confidence a little. Well, here goes.

  "Madam Chairperson, members of the steering committee, ladies…I am very pleased to be here as one of your competing authors. I am very proud of The Spartacus Club, and I hope that any of you who have read it did enjoy it." />
  "The Spartacus Club is about a fictional Jim Miller who has an intense sexual experience playing submissive male to four beautiful, dominant women. If you wonder about why his name and mine are the same I used my own name when I started the story because that was easier than making one up. Later, it was easier to just keep using that name than to change to a different one.”

  I hoped that they accepted my explanation. I wanted them to believe that my story was just made up.

  "Jim goes to the club as the guest of two married couples. They all watch a kinky erotic show that features female domination and male submission. After the show, Jim goes into chamber 4 to play submissive male for Lauren and Tracy, the wives, and two other beautiful women. Chamber 4 is kept in total darkness, except for some very limited, erotic lighting over key small areas of the room."

  "Jim has no prior experience with male submission. He doesn't know how to play his role very well. He makes some mistakes, and the four ladies punish him mildly…well, some of it might not be so mild. He is moved to tears when Lauren seems to give him some affectionate appreciation. That encourages him to really submit, and to willingly behave as the women have told him to behave."

  "Then the women start taking sexual pleasure from Jim. He first makes one of the women have an orgasm by performing oral sex on her. Then, in a moderately violent scene, he is raped orally by one of the women wearing a strap-on dildo. At the end of this scene, Jim recognizes the deep affection that he is starting to feel toward Lauren."

  "In the final chapter, Lauren and Tracy take sexual pleasure from Jim, then finally give him his own earth-shattering sexual release. In the end, Jim realizes that this has been the most intensely satisfying sexual experience of his life."

  "Many people who have read my book have told me that it is enjoyable reading. They say that the deep thoughts and feelings of Jim Miller are well described, and that he is a very likeable character. They also say that the sex scenes are intense. "