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A Ferret's Tale
by Christopher Jorgensen
Author's Note: 'The Ferret's Tale' is from an on-going series called "Of Men." The First "Of Men" story I wrote is 'The Wolf's Tale.' It makes more sense if you've read 'The Wolf's Tale' first, but it isn't required or necessary for enjoyment. 'The Ferret's Tale' was created as a tribute to one of my favorite erotica writers, a woman who perhaps has done the most for advancing erotica as an art form, Anais Nin. Her stories have always struck a cord with me, even though I would be at a loss of words to explain why. Perhaps it has something to do with her sense of emotion or the imagery she invokes? And I've always been obsessed with her endings. Sometimes the story seems to go on forever, and then just fades. Other times she is able to put a twist in the story that makes it hauntingly memorable. I wrote 'The Ferret's Tale' after reading Nin's story, 'The Veiled Woman' in the collection "Delta of Venus."
The ferret stood, his raw penis hanging between his legs.
"Last month my story was challenged.
Bah! What do I care if any believe me? So I confessed to lies I did not
commit! 'You never become directly involved. I don't believe a word you
say,' this from wolf. Every word I spoke was the essence of truth. I may
have embellished slightly, but only to better capture the experience, and
perhaps because I feared your disbelief. The strict truth is that I went
to the house I told you about, with the intention of making love to this
woman as I'd been paid to. I found her in a bedroom like none I'd ever seen.
It was--"
"We know! Round, with mirrors on the wall, every few feet, with hanging
crimson silk trappings everywhere. We've heard this," said Simian the
rat. "You went up to her, joined her in nakedness and her bed. From
there you proceeded to make love to her, but since she was in the middle
of some sexual dream, she did not wake until the moment of orgasm. Do you
have anything new?"
"Yes!" screamed the ferret. "If you would refrain from
interrupting, I would proceed with my tale. May I continue, Simian?"
"Of course," said the rat.
My mask was tight, hot, and uncomfortable. The rat was right, this story
was sounding the same as ferret's tale from last month, and I didn't want
to sit through it again.
"It was much as you describe. I came upon her sleeping form, the
room was warm--uncomfortably warm. The woman lay atop her covers, and I
watched, enthralled as her breasts rose and fell calmly, serene. She rested
safely in the comfort of her bedroom, laying on crimson silk sheets the
color of dark blood, surrounded by drapes and full-length mirrors. I thought
back to the man who'd paid me to love this woman, and I started to question
his motives. He'd told me that she was a woman who only reached satisfaction
through being taken by strangers--that she was unable to be intimate with
anyone she had an emotional connection to--and the man had paid me well
enough so that I did not question, but since I, like all of you, am wealthy
enough that money has lost much of its importance--what is money, other
than a means to an end?--I now had blackest doubts."
I looked around, we were a menagerie of gathered creatures. Crow smoothed
out his gloved hands. I'd never noticed that he wore gloves before. Cohagen
the bear did, but I had thought he was the only one. I tried to imagine
what crow's hands looked like, but ferret continued before I could summon
an image.
"What if he'd orchestrated this involved plot only to have an ex-
lover raped? As inviting as this prospect seemed to me--the woman's nipples
were relaxed and soft looking, her buttocks round and beautiful, her sex
I was unsure of, as it was covered by the silken sheets (little else was)--as
much as the idea of having this woman appealed to my baser half, I did not
want to take her under false pretext. I did not want to be an instrument
of spite. I had to know that not only was she willing, but that she desired
the touch of a stranger. Even if she'd conceded to a boyfriend or husband's
wishes, I had to know that she was not just playing a role, but that she
wanted me. That she was a willing participant was not enough. I had to insure
that she was not the marionette of some demented man. I resolved not to
know her until I was satisfied that this arraignment was indeed her idea.
"Do you see my dilemma? She was so beautiful that I did not want
to disturb her. I was afraid that my fears would be realized and she would
scream at the very sight of me, forcing me to flee her house like a common
intruder. I would feel like a rapist, or worse yet, like a murderer."
Wolf let this slight pass, but rolled his eyes in disgust. Any other night
Emmit would have been at William the ferret's throat, but tonight he was
feeling confident in his chance at the prize.
"She rolled over in her sleep and her legs fell open revealing her
pussy. It was covered with short down, like she kept it well trimmed, or
the hair was growing back from a recent shaving. I could see the lips of
her vagina, and I wanted her all the more.
"Could she begrudge me a little pleasure? No one would be hurt. In
fact, she wouldn't even have to know, I rationalized. This was how I found
myself, standing over her supine form, touching my cock. It was my intention--yeah,
I know, 'the road to hell,' and all that, but I didn't care--I just wanted
to bring myself to the point of climax, that long lingering moment, where
rumbling spasms slowly build, that precious second where control is about
to be lost. It is here, in the hold of ecstasy, that I wished to reside,
but I did not want to succumb to the desire for more. No evidence of my
trespass could be left behind.
"My hand was slow and I lived every warm stroke to the fullest. 'Take
her. Rape her!' A voice shouted inside my head. I suppressed it as best
as I could, but as I stared at her nipples, hips, legs, and ah! between,
I found myself losing the battle. To plunge deeply within her, to have an
orgasm at the instant of penetration, to wake her with vile thrusts, I wanted
nothing else. And then, to my amazement and horror I began to come. Uncontrollably.
"Once, thick hot spurts of liquid lust shot from my cock. Twice,
I spasmed. Three. Four. All were hitting the sleeping woman. Her breasts,
her hair, face, stomach. I couldn't stop. Five. Her crotch. I was not aiming,
but the semen seemed to strike her as though I were. A veritable flood flew
from me, spraying her like a fountain."
I found my eyes looking toward ferret's cock. Clear sticky liquid dripped
from it in an impossibly long strand. I stared in fascination as the semen
shivered quivered and danced with his every move.
"And gentlemen, I say to you, seldom have I had an orgasm so intense.
Not since Simian the rat told his story of sleeping with the homeless woman,
while her children looked on, and afterwards brushed his hair--the woman
he paid so that her children could eat--not since then, have I felt such
powerful waves.
"It was nearly impossible for me to continue standing. My knees were
weak, my heartbeat raced, my breath came in great gulping gasps, and I would
have been happy to die, satisfied and content.
"Predictably, the woman woke, startled and upset, but she did not
react in any manner that I could understand. 'Did Claudious send you?' she
asked. She looked very angry. I said nothing. What was there to say? Still
holding my red and rapidly deflating penis, words escaped me. 'You fool,'
she said, and spittle flew from her mouth as she did so. 'You've ruined
everything. Everything!' The mirrors began to rattle, the room seemed to
shake. It was as though a low level earthquake shook the house. At first
I thought I'd imagined it. 'You have no idea how much you've cost us. A
hundred bucks for some good gash wasn't enough for you? Now what am I supposed
to do for the performance? You couldn't even do what you were paid to do?
You're pathetic.'
"Still I was struck dumb. Eventually I regained enough sense and
composure to put away my flaccid penis. 'I'm sorry, I didn't intend for
this,' I said. The rattling continued as before. A pounding of hands on
glass. With a burst of inspiration I figured out what was going on. The
perfect voyeur set-up. Men or women were behind each mirror, paying for
a show. A show I did not provide."
This story was almost exactly the same as ferret's previous, but for some
reason, this time, I was entranced by his words. Perhaps because I found
myself believing him.
"This is where my tale differs from what I told you last month. Instead
of finding myself loving a sleeping woman, I was aroused by her vulnerability,
and couldn't help myself. I was deeply affected and it was as if I were
making love.
"Eventually the furor died down as the inhabitants of the hidden
rooms became calm. 'How much did they pay?' I asked. She did not answer.
There had to be at least twenty mirrors. Assuming a full house and even
a small amount of cash...'Quite a racket. Beats straight prostitution.'
I wondered again, as to the relationship of the man who'd recruited me.
A lover? Employee? Husband? Who was the mastermind behind the outfit?"
Ferret paused, whether for drama's sake, or to take a much needed breath
I do not know.
"Last month's experience does not count!" Drew the dragon exclaimed.
"A tale of masturbation as singular?" this from wolf.
"What else do you expect from ferret?"
"Don't interrupt! I am not done with my tale!" ferret screamed
and all fell silent.
"I became enraged then and smashed a mirror behind which a young
couple were fornicating. They were not surprised or upset at the disturbance.
The man had a red haired woman pushed against a plush wall of crushed crimson
silk.
"My rage shattered another mirror and the alcove behind was empty.
Another, and there stood a naked man, his cock huge--looking almost deformed--and
painfully swollen. 'You! Come here,' I said, and was surprised when he obeyed,
stepping past fractured glass, reflecting his image thousands of times.
'This woman requires what you posses. If you do not give it to her, another
will. Take her. Love her, fuck her well. Give everyone a show! Make it last,
make it hurt, make her regret deception. Leave her in sweaty exhaustion.'"
"Did he?" asked owl. It was the first time I'd heard him speak.
"Yes. The voyeur likes to watch, but this man did not hesitate to
service her. She embraced him and fell to the crimson bed. She gasped and
wrapped her legs around him as his gargantuan member entered her. The woman
alternated between crushing her own breasts and pulling him deeper into
her.
"'You whore,' the man yelled, 'I'll give you the best fuck you've
ever had. I'll make you bleed like a virgin. It will feel like your first
time.' The man was well muscled and large like Cohagen the bear. His back
was broad and covered in hair. He slid in and out of her, and I could hear
the slap of their flesh as they came together.
She gasped and groaned and begged for it to be harder and faster. She
raked her nails down his hard back, drawing trails of blood in their wake.
He either did not notice or mind. His body dwarfed her small frame and it
seemed a miracle that she was able to receive and accept his thrusts. 'Come
inside me. I want you to come,' she screamed. I was unsure whether or not
this was part of her performance.
"The temperature in the room was growing, but I no longer minded.
"Another mirror broke then, but I had nothing to do with it. Another
man stepped forward and joined the couple on the bed. He forced his cock
into the woman's mouth, silencing any protest she might have made. I became
erect again at this point, but did nothing but watch. The man receiving
pleasure from her mouth came first. She swallowed what she could, the rest
poured forth onto her lips and chin.
"Suddenly many more mirrors broke, an explosion of shiny reflective
glass, at least a century of bad luck, and a legion of men awaited their
turn at pleasure, forming polite lines. There were more than twenty. The
muscled man was not through though, and it seemed he was incapable of orgasm.
He fucked and thrust like mad, becoming red and wet with exertion. Another
man availed himself of her mouth, coming as quickly as the first, and still
the large man pounded away.
"The young lovers from the alcove joined them on the bed. The women
kissed, touching tongues in passion and lust, sharing the taste of two men,
as their lovers took delight in their bodies. Eventually both men came,
and others took their places. These women fucked and sucked like professional
prostitutes, taking all that the men--a near endless procession--had to
give. Even I masturbated between the red head's breasts.
"All the men watched as the two women made love to each other, dipping
fingers into vaginas dripping like honey, biting nipples, tossing and turning
on sex stained sheets of sin. The smell of spunk and rut filled the warm
confines of the bedroom. Grunts and cries and short little whimpers. Screams
and gasps. Orgasms.
"The orgy went well through the evening, no rest allowed for the
women. Sometimes the women were on top or taken from behind, usually by
only one man, but occasionally by two or even three at a time. Each man
possessed each woman at least once. A set of identical twins made sure that
no bodily orifices were left untouched. The women were covered in musky
ejaculate. In their hair, between their breasts and legs, everywhere. Slowly
people left as they were sated or the heat overcame them, until it was just
I, the muscled man, and the woman who had started it all.
"'Lady, I desire you again,' he said.
She was silent as he mounted her for the second time--or was it the third?
I can't seem to remember. I will not bore you with details, but he took
even longer this time. Frustration at his impotence was clear on his face.
This he took out on the woman in violent sex, but eventually he either finished
or gave up. I know not which.
"My beauty was a mess. I crawled into the bed and we embraced. 'Thank
you,' she said to me and we slept.
"This is my story, this is how it happened, and I am sorry I did
not share it before now."
No one questioned the ferret or screamed for his disqualification. The
wolf actually looked worried.
"Whose turn now?" asked Cohagen the bear.
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