"The Price of Immortality" (closed)

[Homerun2611]

Rick’s heart was almost beating out of his chest as he reached the gate. As always it is closed, the barrier protecting Elmhurst and its inhabitants, or is it the other way, protecting the world form what is inside, despite the insane combination of torture and pleasure that Rick had only begun to understand took place within its gated walls.

He gripped the wheel tighter as he stopped and saw the same guard from yesterday, he gave his name almost apologetically. Perhaps Emelia knew, but the guard likely had no idea how yesterday’s denial effected him. Rick had ridden a cruel roller coaster of despair and hope and now he is back to despair, but worse than ever.

Rick had found himself consumed as the day went on, quite literally terrified about how he might feel if he were rejected again. When Rick had received his diagnosis, he had known he was going to die, and painfully, disgustingly, at that. Losing control of his faculties, he had shuddered and found himself waking up in cold sweats. He had considered doing something dramatic, not for effect but to eliminate this constant, gnawing fear of when would it go from bad to worse.

And then… he had been told about Emelia, not as a cure, but as someone who could hold the pain at bay, at least a bit, and if only for a while, but it was something, everything, it was… HOPE! And so he waited, and the words, “The Mistress is waiting for you…” Showered a sense of relief like he’d never known.

Escorted inside, if he were a dog his tail would have been wagging, his tongue likely draped from his mouth in unbridled excitement. She looked amazing, the dress clinging to every delicious curve, but he would not make the same mistake again. If his approach had initiated that night of banishment, he was determined not to offend the Queen again.
”i”m sorry… “ He began, even though he wasn’t quite sure what he was apologizing for, but whatever it was, he would make sure he didn’t do it again.

"Rick, my poor dear ... you look awful," she said with a sincere expression. She walked forward to meet him, examining his face with her eyes and hands both. "How do you feel, my son?"

“Son,” The word resonated, he wanted to be her son, one of the chosen, one of the welcome. He was honest, “Terrible… but, better now that I’m here.“. He bit his lup, should he ask, but he couldn’t stop himself, “Why… why was I turned away last night?” He let her take him by the arm. He truly felt dreadful, but he did feel better.

"Come with me, you poor thing," Emelia said, taking him by the crook of his elbow. "Let's get you to your room ... get you showered ... maybe into a relaxing steam or in the warm jets of the Jacuzzi."

God it felt so good with her arm in his, comforted, welcomed. He stopped and turned her toward him, “My room? Is it my room? … I mean that sound great… but… I was wondering… will I be getting any more treatment?” It honestly wasn’t the sex, no matter how mind altering and earth shattering that was… it was the feeling after… that day… he wanted to feel like that.. desperately wanted to feel like that… was that possible?

 

[PennySaver]

Rick had inquired about his denial of entry, and now he asked about his future treatments. Emelia addressed both of them as she walked him up the grand staircase, saying, "I'm sorry for that, Rick ... your being turned away at the gate. That was a failure of communication on my part."

It wasn't, of course, but Rick couldn't know that. Emelia had needed him to be desperate for more treatments, so much so that when she asked him to compensate her in the way that only he could, he wouldn't hesitate to do so willingly.

"We're going to get you back on your treatment today, Rick," she reassured him. "But first, let's get you into that bath."

They arrived in his room to find three of Emelia's beautiful daughters already there to welcome Rick. They wore dresses you might see female spa workers in, only these plunged to reveal far more cleavage and had hemlines that were far above mid-thigh.

Without delay, they stripped Rick down to his birthday suit and helped him into his bath. Then, each of them stripped to their own birthday suits and climbed in with him. They were three very different women: White, Black, and Asian; tall, short, and in-between; full figured, petite, and again in-between.

The three of them worked together to bath Rick in the hot, soapy, scented water. It was very sensual, with most of the touching having little to do with cleaning his skin. Once he was thoroughly cleaned and looking much happier, they helped him out of the bathtub, dried him off, and laid him face down on a massage table.

They worked his entire body with strong hands until he was on the verge of unconsciousness. Then, turning him over, they began the same on his front side. This included, of course, gently massaging and kneading his cock and balls. As Rick showed signs of growing pleasure, one of the women lowered her head to kiss Rick on the lips.

It was soft at first, then more intimate. As he neared orgasm, the kiss became even more erotic before she moved her mouth to his neck ... and as he orgasmed, she bit into him...

.............​

When he awoke the next morning, he was in his bed alone and still naked. Emelia was sitting at a nearby table sipping coffee just as she had been the first morning Rick had awoken at Elmhurst. She smiled to him, gesturing him to sit across from her in a chair that also offered him a plush, white robe.

"You should eat," she said, gesturing again, this time to a lavish breakfast spread that included just about anything anyone would want for their morning meal. "Coffee, too."

Once he was comfortable, she asked, "How was your evening? Enjoyable?"

She listened with great interest, also asking, "Did the girls please you sufficiently?"

Again, she listened, inquiring, "How are you feeling, Rick? Better? Stronger?"

When he finished, Emelia simply studied him for a long moment. Then, ready to move their relationship ahead in a big way. She sipped at her coffee, then began, "Your firm is handling the Initial Public Offering of a company called Articorp. Their venture into next level Artificial Intelligence and genome optimization is revolutionary ... and it's going to make certain people who are in the know very wealthy."

Emelia gave Rick a moment to wonder how she knew all this. It wasn't really hard, of course. Some of what she'd said was public knowledge, available to anyone who read the newspapers or scoured the internet; while the rest of it she'd learned from other people in the business by doing essentially the same thing she was about to do to Rick.

"I want to be one of those certain people," Emelia said, her tone calm and matter-of-fact, "and I want you to make that happen."

She could have said or else but didn't. Rick would either realize what this was all about now ... or later. Emelia would deal with that when the time came.

 

[Homerun2611]

She likely heard Rick’s sigh of relief, "I'm sorry for that, Rick ... you’re being turned away at the gate. That was a failure of communication on my part." He stopped and clutched her arm. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear that, I was… well, I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have this … opportunity.”

Of course he had no idea to the extent he was playing right into Emelia’s hands.

Suddenly, everything seemed back to normal, or whatever term you would use to describe the life of luxury and erotica at Elmhurst. There in his room were three beautiful women in robes. He recognized Monique, and the other two women, although he didn’t know them by name. Yet it wasn’t long until they were all naked together, and Rick was back happy and ready to enjoy paradise!

Suddenly there were six hands everywhere, as he squirmed and moaned. One then another would lean in and kiss him sensually, or lower themselves as he fondled and sucked on a delicious variety of black, Asian and Caucasian breasts, in all sizes and of equally delightful appeal. As Rick got harder and harder more and more time, and more hands became devoted ot his shaft, tip and balls. “Oh Ladies, that is very nice… “ As he curled two fingers on each hand to finger Monique and Asa, that Asian woman. He looked apologetically at Inga, but he was simply out of hands, but he would have gladly allowed her to saddle up on his tongue.

How ironic that it had taken a terminal illness to afford him, by far, the greatest sexual experiences of his life. He had not yet cum when they transferred to the massage table where first his backside was indulged, only to turn him over and revive his erection and bring him to closure. It was Inga this time who lowered to what he thought was a kiss, and just as his ejaculate erupted into the air, he once again felt the intense, but momentary pain of the bite, only to again set into the state of euphoria and slumber.

This time when he awoke, he did not remember any post orgasmic cuddling, if there had been such, he was alone, but feeling quite good, just as he had before, his neck numb, and Emelia sitting there beside him. As before, Rick awoke incredibly erect, achingly erect, an interesting side effect of his treatment. He got up, modestly no longer even slightly an issue, and put on the robe. He was famished, feeling great, “Yes, I am hungry, and coffee sounds delicioius.” He served himself a heaping plate and a full mug of black, dark roast coffee and sat down.

He could only smile and even slightly blush at her question, “Very enjoyable, and your women, or were they all your daughters, were outstanding. Seriously, I couldn’t be happier.” He did reach up and feel the healing scabs of his prior and most recent treatment, but countered that by the strength and vigor he felt everywhere else.

She changed the subject matter, and he sensed a certain increase in intensity, “Yes, a few people will become very rich.” But then she dropped a hammer, "I want to be one of those certain people," Emelia said, her tone calm and matter-of-fact, "and I want you to make that happen."

Rick had just taken a sip of the steaming, black brew and nearly spit it out. “But.. Emelia .. I don’t know how that is possible?” Rick stopped and thought. “The lists of the IPO investors has already been done, large institutions and such, you understand?“ Rick was saying the truth, being part of the IPO proper was impossible .. but….

”Mistress… there is a way… but it is highly illegal… I am not sure you would want to do such a thing … would you?”

 

[PennySaver]

“Yes, a few people will become very rich,” Rick confirmed before adding, “But.. Emelia .. I don’t know how that is possible?”

"Your company handles this, do they not?" she asked, her tone still calm, not sounding at all demanding.

“The list of the IPO investors has already been done," he continued. "Large institutions and such, you understand?“

Now, Emelia's expression soured a bit. There was disappointment in her face. She sipped at her coffee and looked out over the vast gardens that encircled the mansion. Movement that she herself had already expected caught Rick's attention, and when he turned for a look, he caught sight of two entirely new beauties as they left the house and made their way to poolside.

They looked Rick's direction and gave him smiles and waves. At the pool, each of them stepped out of the tall heels that so wonderfully emphasized their legs and buttocks, then shed the thong bikinis that had been struggling to hold in their womanly treasures. Each gave Rick a last smile or wink before diving into the pool, breaking the surface ... and then engaging one another sexually.

Emelia had ignored the pair, instead looking to Rick to study his reaction to the pair and their erotic play; now standing in only 3 and 1/2 feet of water, their generous bosoms and the hands caressing and groping them were very much on display for Rick's viewing pleasure. Only after Rick turned to look back at her did Emelia continue her manipulation of him.

"I have to be honest, Rick," she began with a solemn tone, "I'm a tad disappointed."

As if on cue, another pair of bikini-clad, heel-wearing women emerged from the house. They hurried to poolside and repeated all the clothing shedding steps of the first pair before also diving into the water. Soon enough, the four of them were engaged in an aqua-orgy in the pool less than twenty feet from where Rick was sitting.

Even as Rick was taking in some or all of the activity, Emelia was continuing, "I had hoped that once you understood what we had to offer you here at Elmhurst ... that you would be willing to offer us ... offer me something in return."

Emelia didn't actually say that if Rick didn't do what she asked of him, that his treatments would end. She left that for him to figure out on his own. Maybe he might not make the connection. Maybe he might.

The Rick offered, ”Mistress … there is a way … but it is highly illegal … I am not sure you would want to do such a thing … would you?”

Emelia leaned forward in her chair to reach across and take one of Rick's hands. In a very polite, empathetic voice, she told him, "Rick ... I would never want you to do something that might get you in trouble. Please ... you must search your own heart for the correct path forward."

Philip came to the mansion's back door, just as previously arranged, and made a gesture toward a cell phone he was holding. Emelia stood, saying, "Rick, I really must take this call. Please, take some time to think about this. And in the meantime..."

She gestured toward the pool, where two of the bosomy beauties were still fondling and fingering while the other two had swam over toward where Rick was sitting. Emelia finished, "Victoria and Leigh look lonely. Why don't you keep them company for a while."

Unless Rick had the immediate need for Emelia's continued attention, she would make her way back into the house while behind her, the girls made it clear that they needed some male attention.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick saw the change in expression, the energy drain in a way that was nearly as significant as the draining he felt from his treatment. He looked into her eyes, this was not a decision he was making, it was more fact, at least as he saw facts. Yet, he hated himself for saying it.

Perhaps it was fortunate that they had an interruption that broke the icy pale he was feeling, instead warmed by the extemporaneous expression of sublime, female eroticism. A smile crept back across his lips as he watched the girls cross his vision and his eyes could not help but follow them as they walked in heels, barely dressed, and as they smiled and gave him a wave, he sheepishly waved back.

How could he not watch, follow, as they stripped to nothing and quickly, yet gracefully, became intimate. He found his mouth watering, his cock hardening, only to look back at his mistress, and feel even greater guilt, as she had given all of this to him. He had no idea how long he had been watching only to turn back and see Emelia’s gaze fixed on him. “Sorry Mistress…” He said sincerely, remembering the uncomfortable state of their prior discussion.

"I have to be honest, Rick," she began with a solemn tone, "I'm a tad disappointed." His eyes cast down. “I’m Sorry.. “ He repeated nearly the same words, but with a different and heartfelt meaning. He began to hang his head, when once again the diversions that were so uniquely, spectularly, and sensuously Elmhurst once again captured his gaze. It was so hard to stay focused when there were such delightful alternatives to enjoy and participate.

The mistress was speaking, "I had hoped that once you understood what we had to offer you here at Elmhurst ... that you would be willing to offer us ... offer me something in return." and somehow he again pulled himself back, and met her gaze. “I would if I could, if there were any way … but …” But he had nothing to follow up, other than one brief, truly unthinkable inspiration of a quite illegal act. He was almost embarrassed to mention it, but he did! What would she think of him? Would he disappoint her even more.

"Rick ... I would never want you to do something that might get you in trouble. Please ... you must search your own heart for the correct path forward." Rick tried to look into her eyes, happy she understood, yet he would find he was fooling himself. “Thank you for understanding Mistress, I truly am so thankful, and I do want to help…” Yet the words fell empty and Emelia pointed him in the direction of Victoria and Leigh, who seemed to be enjoying each other just fine, yet signaled for Rick to join them.

Wearing only his robe, Rick worked his way over as the women smiled and moved to their hands and knees, and while Leigh offered Rick access, her hand slipped inside Victoria‘s dripping pussy that she had just been scissoring! For the next five hours Rick experienced five orgasms, a new personal best, one lovely cream pie, inside each of Victoria and Leigh, painted, Racquel’s perky c cup breasts, and lastly, enjoying Bo’s willingly offered ass.

Yet despite all the reverie, as he went back to shower before dinner, he hoped he would see Mistress Emelia. Perhaps if he knew what she might be willing to invest he could devise a plan to make her those millions, although at the moment, he had no idea how!

 

[PennySaver]

It was nearly time for dinner when an older woman from the kitchen staff knocked on Rick's bedroom door. When he opened the door, the woman was down the hall a bit, removing a food cart from the tiny elevator; it was actually just a large dumbwaiter, capable of handling a rolling cart but not suitable for the transport of human beings.

"Mistress left word for dinner to be brought up to you, sir," she told him as she rolled the cart his way. Atop it was a six-course meal; below that food was a chilled bottle of wine, a single glass, the assorted utensils, and condiments Rick would need or want. She arrived before him, asking, "Shall I set it up for you sir, or...?"

If he were to ask, he would be told that Mistress Emelia wasn't on the premises and, as such, there was no formal meal being served in the dining room. If he were to ask about the other residents, the woman would tell him she didn't know about their whereabouts; she would be telling the truth, as it was. And finally, if he were to take a walk about the mansion, Rick would find no one out and about. There were people in the house, of course, but they -- the women specifically -- were all behind locked doors, inaccessible to Rick per Emelia's orders.

 

[Homerun2611]

Have you ever been all dressed up, only to hear the party was cancelled? If so, then you know how Rick felt. Fresh off his amazing day at the pool, his cock enjoying a plethora of offered orifices by each of the four beauties, he should have been sated.

For most of his life, more than sated, spent, deplete, use your own term for a cock badly in need of long term and intensive refractory. That was the old Rick thought, not the one with terminal cancer, deep in the throes of Emelia’s unque but miraculous therapy. He dressed in one of the fine suits that had been placed in his closet, and was ready to go, the only thought on the menu was tonight intended for blonde, brunette or red head?

Yet opening the door, there was his meal being prepared, complete and delicious in most regards, except the female dessert he had grown accustomed to and greatly looked forward to! ”Yes please?” Rick eyed the older woman as she sat out his dinner, perhaps sliver haired was tonights???? No, he was already too spoiled for that, not that the woman was necessarily on the menu anyway.

After dinner he did take a stroll, and although he heard laughter and revelry somewhere, like echoes off the alps, he had no idea of their origination and despite his repeated efforts to locate such, he ended the night frustrated and wanting. He didn’t even masturbate as he assumed this was just a fluke, and tomorrow would be a new day, with another bounty of pussy to be pursued.

Yet, when he awoke, he was alone. He dressed, ready for work but hoping to be distracted, only to find a tray, this time not containing a steaming hot breakfast, but a single cup of coffee, no juice and a box of Special K and a one pint carton of milk. Hmmm?

Oh well, he ate the cereal and prepared for work, he had much to do on the IPO, not to mention the roll-up acquisition he was charged with overseeing as well. it was that roll-up that offered the significant, albeit illegal option to get Emelia what she wanted. Yet she had seemed to discourage that, however as he was about to leave he found Phillip standing by his car, apparently wanting to speak with him?