The Enlightenment of Hanna Ch. 04

Hanna felt herself sway slightly, the two women giggling to each other as they made their way out of the club. There, they found a black Mercedes waiting for them at the entrance door. A white gentleman approaching his late forties or early fifties stood by the rear door and was quick to open it when he saw the two women exit the club.

"I've had a few too many to drink tonight. So I called Damian, and he sent Bruce here to pick his ladies up." Scottie explained as she passed right by the older gentleman as he held the door open. Hanna nodded her head at the older man and thanked him as she slid into the back seat next to her tipsy friend.

"What about your car?" Hanna asked.

"I'll have Bruce drive me down to pick it up in the morning. That or he'll bring along another of Damian's houseboys to help drive it back," Scottie said almost dismissively of the seventy thousand dollar car.

As the driver slipped into the front seat and started the car. Scottie said, "Bruce, this is Hanna. You should be seeing a lot of her shortly. She's going to be your new Queen."

Hanna flashed Scottie, a look that said behave before extending her hand over the front seat. Bruce looked at it curiously and then almost timidly accepted her gracious offering. "Ms. Hanna," he said, barely daring to meet the beautiful blonde's eyes.

"Seems she's a benevolent queen, Bruce. You should look forward to serving her needs," the redhead said with a drunken giggle.

Hanna sat back, chastizing Scottie with her eyes. In return, the redhead pooched out her bottom lip in a faux pout before being unable to hold it and erupting into another fit of drunken giggles.

Settling back into the seat. Hanna felt her nipples harden as Scottie's hand wandered up the inside of her left knee. Her touch was every bit as light as Hanna had imagined it would be. The redhead nestled her body up against Hanna's and allowed her lips to caress the young blonde's neck gently. Tender little kisses that were so light they left Hanna wondering if she'd even imagined them.

Hanna felt her breathing become rapid and shallow as Scottie's lips made their way up the side of her neck and to her ear. She felt the redheads teeth sink into the soft flesh of her lobe and tug at it gently.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Hanna. I've wanted you desperately since that first day in the park," Scottie confessed in a hoarse whisper.

Lost in the thrill of her night of firsts. Hanna's head turned, her mouth searching for Scottie's lips. Her mind didn't go to her timorous husband waiting at home or to Damian and his magically enchanting black cock. She only thought of how bad she wanted to taste Scottie's lips.

It wasn't meant to be, though. Each time Hanna's lips sought for Scottie's tempting fruit, the redhead would pull her mouth away at the last second. Hanna groaned in frustration, her right hand lunging behind Scottie's neck to seize her target at last. But Scottie's hand found her chest, pushing her away.

Hanna's eyes pleaded with her friend as her chest heaved in frustration. Scottie brought their foreheads together while keeping her hand against the base of the blonde's neck.

"We can't yet, baby," Scottie groaned, her own frustration showing through.

"But...I don't understand, Scottie. Why?"

Scottie's lips once again found the soft curve of Hanna's neck, raising goosebumps everywhere they touched. The young blonde could feel her pussy clench lightly with each kiss and nibble from the sultry redhead's lips.

"Until you commit to Damian and agree to be his forever, I can't have you. Once you become his Queen, then I will be yours to serve you too. You can have me any time you want me. It will be the same with Haley and Meghan. All three of us will be there to serve your needs in whatever fashion you want. Whether it's because you want to fuck us or have us suck your pussy. We'll all three be at your beck and call both day and night. But first, you have to commit to Damian. Once you've taken his mark, then the three of us will serve your needs forever."

"His mark?" Hanna moaned in question as she arched her neck in desperate need of more contact from Scottie's lips.

Scottie leaned back in the seat and pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing a pink thong. She pulled it down, showing a complete lack of shame at exposing her body to her friend. Hanna took in the erotic sight before her. Scottie was waxed bare, her labia plainly swollen to the naked eye. The hood of her clitoris stood watch like a sentient gargoyle overlooking the redhead's glistening slit. Her tiny little pearl was just peeking out beneath it like a watchful eye.

Sitting about an inch above her smooth opening, was a tattoo. It was a barcode of the type you'd find on any item in a store. The kind of thing businesses used to keep track of their inventory. Below the bars were they typical twelve numbers found in UPC code.

"The digits don't really match a typical UPC code. Damian says the number is based on the old Hebrew gematria number system. It basically translates to "Damian's Pussy."

Hanna looked at the mark, marveling at how Scottie could feel so committed to this man to have allowed this to happen. Particularly knowing that there was no commitment from him.

Hanna couldn't help but reach out, wanting to run her fingers across the tattoo's surface. She looked up at Scottie as if asking permission and saw the redhead nod in approval. Hanna allowed her fingertips to lightly dance across the smooth surface of her girlfriend's mons. She looked up at Scottie and found her eyes glazed over with arousal as she stared back at her.

"You have no idea how bad I want to feel your tongue buried between the lips of my pussy right now," Scottie groaned in a sultry voice. The redhead made no attempt to hide her ardor. Her voice undoubtedly loud enough to carry up to the front.

Seeming to sense Hanna's discomfort as the blonde moved her hand away. Scottie lowered her skirt and smiled.

"Don't worry about Bruce. He knows his place and is well aware of my sexual predilections," Scottie said with a nod to the man driving.

Hanna's eyes cut to the driver. She could him staring out at the road, his expression impassive, but there was a definite tension to the set of his jaw.

"Shhh!" Hanna motioned quietly with her index finger to her mouth.

Scottie laughed, her inebriated state doing nothing for her sense of tact. "Seriously, Hanna. Bruce wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be. Tell her, Bruce. Tell her why your here."

Hanna could tell the difference between a request and a command. Even if she hadn't been able to, the pained and embarrassed expression that found its way to the driver's face would have told her the tale.

"I gave up my career to be here near Ms. Scottie. She means the world to me," Bruce said, his eyes briefly making contact with Hanna's. The young blonde beauty turned to find Scottie staring proudly forward. Hanna could tell the driver's words made her very happy.

"I don't really get it," Hanna admitted.

Still gazing at the back of the driver's head with a smile of contentment on her face, Scottie said, "Bruce is my husband, Hanna. He didn't take the potential loss of me seriously when Damian first threatened him. So he's spent every moment since then trying to make it up to me."

Hanna was stunned. This had been one of the biggest concert promoters in the world. A man with plenty of money and capable of making a lot more. Why in the world would he give that up, even for a woman as beautiful as Scottie?

And then it occurred to her, he hadn't. It had been taken from him because he had dared to cross Damian. No, the guy didn't exactly strike Hanna as the magnanimous type. But surely even he didn't have what it took to take a man's business and the love of his life before turning him into a willing manservant?

Though apparently, somehow, he did.

Hanna hoped it was just the alcohol bringing it out in her friend. Still, Scottie's callousness towards the man's situation bothered her. Hadn't she once had feelings for the man, loved him even?

"There's so much you still don't understand and that I wish I could tell you," Scottie said as she stroked Hanna's cheek. "Though I refer to him as my ex, Bruce and I are legally still married. Isn't that right, Honey?" Scottie said, directing her head upfront.

"That's correct, Ms. Scottie," Bruce said, holding up his left hand to show the gold band he still wore on his finger. Scottie pulled a gold chain out from the bodice of her top. On it was her wedding and engagement bands.

"I only wear them these days when Damian fucks me. He likes being reminded that he took me from my husband. Bruce likes being reminded of it too, don't you, Bruce?"

Hanna's eyes met those of the man Scottie was still apparently very much married to in the rearview mirror. The humiliation in them was plain to see, but there was something else there as well. Something Hanna couldn't quite make out.

"Yes, Ms. Scottie. My bride deserves only the best, and Mr. Damian's cock is indeed the best."

Scottie's smile actually had a glint of affection to it as she reached up and rubbed the back of Bruce's neck, saying, "He's just the best little cuck husband around."

Her word choice caught Hanna's attention, "Cuck?"

That brought Scottie's eyes back to the sexy blonde. "Yeah, short for cuckold. You know, they're birds that lay their eggs in the nest of another bird. Then once the eggs hatch, the cuckold hatchling is much bigger and demands to be fed more. The mother bird works so hard, feeding him that her own hatchlings often starve to death. In modern vernacular, a cuckold is a man whose wife fucks other men. Or, in my case, a single man."

The new information was overwhelming to Hanna. It all seemed so strange and aberrant to her sheltered mind. Curious, though, she had to know more.

Pointing between the husband and wife, Hanna said, "But you two don't still..."

Scottie looked mortified by the idea. Turning to Bruce, she asked, "Bruce, tell your future queen why I would never bother having sex with you again."

Not making eye contact this time, but answering without hesitation, as if the information had been drilled in his head. "Because my tiny cock and inferior lovemaking skills could never bring you pleasure after experiencing a genetically superior man like Mr. Damian. I'm just fortunate that you still allow me to clean you after you've been with him."

Hanna looked back at Scottie. An evident look of confusion on her face.

"Whenever I'm fortunate enough to have Damian service my pussy, Bruce here will use his tongue afterward to clean up the cum Damian leaves behind. Whether it's on me or in me, my dear husband just loves to make sure his tongue gets every bit of it up." Scottie said with pride.

Hanna was at a loss. She couldn't possibly see what pleasure this man would get from such a thing.

"Is...is he gay?" Hanna asked in almost a whisper.

"Oh, no, not at all. Bruce just loves to make me happy, and it makes me happy to have him do it. It shows how much he still loves me and he owes me that after not making me a priority when Damian challenged him," Scottie said with just the slightest hint of bitterness in her voice.

"So, he doesn't get off on doing it?" Hanna asked, still trying to grasp this particular bit of kink.

Scottie got an offended look. "He'd better not. He's not allowed to do that unless I give him permission to. That's what the cage is there to prevent. I had his little cock and balls encased in a chastity device that only I have the key to open. It prevents him from being disloyal to me."

Then looking upfront at Bruce, Scottie asked, "How long has it been since the last time I let you climax my little cuck?"

"Two months, three weeks, and five days, Ms. Scottie," Bruce said right away.

Looking directly at Hanna as if to judge her reaction, Scottie asked, "And how many loads have I taken from Damian in that time that you've willingly cleaned up?"

"Thirty-six, Ms. Scottie. Twenty-six times in your beautiful pussy and seven times on your face or body. There were three times where he finished in your mouth, but you were grateful enough to share it with me anyway." Bruce summarized succinctly with no shame in his voice.

That was it, the missing thing that Hanna couldn't quite define earlier when she saw the humiliation on his face. The act of being belittled and mistreated, it aroused the man. He wasn't doing this because he was being forced to. No, he was doing it because it fulfilled some twisted need inside him.

Seeming to read her thoughts, Hanna felt Scottie's arm encircle her shoulders as the redhead's lips settled against her neck again. They teased her ear lobe before the redhead whispered, "Can't you just imagine Curtis being your cuckold? Licking and sucking up Damian's seed after he's coated your insides and made you come a dozen times?"

Hanna tried to imagine such a thing but couldn't. For one, the thought of belittling her husband did nothing for her. And secondly, Curtis could barely handle contact with her bodily fluids long enough to have sex with her. The thought of him going down on her seemed ludicrous, much less to perform and act that would be seen as homosexual throughout most of the Christian community.

Then a naughty thought occurred to Hanna. One that appealed to her sexually and in her momentary desire to give Scottie a taste of what she was doing to her husband.

"No, not really. Besides, I like the idea of having your tongue to clean me up much better."

To the blonde's surprise, though, Scottie was anything but put off by the idea. "Fuck, that sounds hot. I can't wait to bury my tongue between your legs and suck Damian's delicious cum out of my Queen's cunt."

Her hot breath cascading down against Hanna's neck and the thought of just that happening sent a shiver down the sexy young blonde's spine. A fresh gush of vaginal secretions leaked from her hungry hole and coated the silk panties she'd worn. Instead of causing discomfort for Scottie. Hanna had only succeeded in sexually frustrating herself even further.

The Mercedes pulled up in front of her house as Hanna was still contemplating her own sexual frustration. She waited for Bruce to step out and open her door. Scottie stepped out of the car and informed her husband that his wait would only be a moment. She then walked Hanna to her front door as if her ersatz date for the evening. Hanna couldn't help but think to herself that she kind of had been.

Hanna felt something placed in her hands and looked down to see an unopened box of menthol cigarettes and her friends lighter. She looked up at Scottie to protest, but the redhead spoke before she could.

"I probably won't see you for several days. Damian has business over in Europe we have to see to. Meghan and Haley won't be going with us on this trip. Since we're likely to just be gone three or four days, Damian thinks it best to leave Grace here to maintain her routine. She will be under Haley's care while I'm gone."

Patting the box and lighter in Hanna's hand, the sexy redhead added, "Just in case you get the urge. You can hide them from Curtis for now."

Hanna tucked the items in her purse and looked on at Scottie. She could see her friend had something else on her mind. After a moment, the redhead said, "When he comes to you tonight, don't just give in and feed your carnal desires. You need to ask him some of these questions you've been asking me. He's the only one that can answer them for you. His answers are likely going to come as quite a shock to you, and your mind is going to want to revolt once you hear them. Just remember that I'll be able to talk to you about them when I get back."

Hanna was wondering how she was supposed to ask questions of a dream when she remembered Scottie's assertions of Damian's special gift. Deciding not to argue with her friend, she accepted a kiss on her cheek after they'd agreed to keep in touch by text.

******

Once the Mercedes had pulled out of the driveway, Hanna unlocked the door and made her way inside. She closed it quietly so as not to wake Curtis. Hanna had just locked the deadbolt when his voice almost made her jump out of her skin.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Curtis asked indignantly.

Despite how he'd startled her. Hanna managed to hold her temper.

"No clue, honey. Why?"

Bewildered by her response, Curtis seemed to lose his train of thought. While he stared on at her, Hanna made her way into the kitchen, a late-night glass of sweet tea suddenly sounding just perfect in her mind.

"It's after midnight, Hanna. How am I supposed to answer when asked why my wife is out carousing around town with that...that woman after midnight?"

Hanna squeezed her lemon wedge and dropped it into the glass of tea. Taking a sip, she made her way back into the living room and sat opposite Curtis on the loveseat.

"Well, first off, you could tell them that it's none of their business. If that doesn't work for you, then tell the nosey hypocrites I was out having a bit of fun, which hasn't happened often in my life. Of course, neither is likely to be necessary unless the people asking you those questions happen to live in Swamp Town. Because that's where Hanna took me for our night out."

"Swamp Town? Have you lost your mind, Hanna? Are you trying to get raped?" Curtis asked his mouth agape at the thought.

Hanna laughed lightly to herself. She'd known she could push his buttons to get him to step into that particular little word trap. He'd made it easy for Hanna, hardly even making her work for it.

"I don't understand, honey. Why would I be any more likely to get raped there than anywhere else?" Hanna asked in feigned innocence.

That brought a spectacular bout of stuttering starts and stops as Curtis searched for a way to answer her question without coming off sounding like a complete bigot. After several attempts, he finally gave up. The frustration of once again being backed into a corner made him do a very foolish thing.

"I don't know what happened to the sweet and innocent girl that I courted and married, but I'd like to get her back. She was someone I could be proud to have as a wife. You...well, I don't even know who you are. Good heaven's Hanna, just a week after marrying me, that same girl is coming home after midnight smelling like an ashtray. To top it off, you left the house looking like you were going out intending to get picked up. I hesitate to even think about what you've been up to. Are our wedding vows even still intact?"

Given time to think about the timing of his question, later on, even Curtis would probably have been willing to admit that accusing his wife of slightly more than a week of whoring around showed poor judgment. And doing so while she held a nearly full glass of sweet tea in her hand was an act of idiocy.

By the time he'd registered the fact that Hanna had dumped three-quarters of a glass of sweet tea on his head, she was halfway up the staircase. It seemed to take that long for her indignation to catch up and force her to turn back to where he sat. Hanna watched the stunned look on her husband's face as he sat frozen in place on the couch, his bangs matted to his face.

"Just to be clear, my dear husband," Hanna said, the last three words carrying more than just a hint of sarcasm to them, "had I wanted to break my marital vows to you tonight that wouldn't have been a problem. There were dozens of men there who's facial expressions made plain the thought that they were more than appreciable of the way I looked. But the only man I spoke to all night was Bruce, Scottie's driver. She had one drink too many, so rather than risk driving with your wife in the car, she called for Damian's limo. For the record, other than introducing myself to him, I didn't speak, dance, touch, or kiss another man."