This has been shorterned because of a great number of analogys and refernces that would take a lot of googleing. I guess this is still a T as I was able to get the original out of the Library and I'm 16. Suppose the next is coming later on tonight. Only a few hundered words, I expect. I might 'sex up' chapter 9. Do you want that?


It was the middle of the night when I was woken by a tapping on my thin windows. It was my Venus in her furs, like when we first met. Re-met. I have almost forgotten the 'boy' she used to be.

"I can't sleep. Your little stories have kept me awake all night. You must come and stay with me in."

When I entered her living room she lit us a small fire. The nights were becoming cold as summer slowly came to its end. She laid her furs in front of that fire to warm. Smiling at me she spoke:

"I cannot put them on until they are warm enough."

This promise made me walk over to kiss her, gently on her ever soft lips. We stood there together in one and others arm as the fire crackled quietly. I could feel she was still cold as I helped her into her heavy furs and as I walked her over to the bed. Then I pulled up a chair so I could sit beside her without intruding. We sunk our hands deep into the warm fabric and held hands beneath the coat.

"You told me before but, why these furs?"

"As I said before I must have been born with it. I always had no trouble with wild animals in my youth. Catching rabbits and the like but there is some science behind it. There is some connection between electricity and heat. Both of which came excite the senses. Not only that, but the animals that wore the furs as skin before: great beasts of strength and power. With the fur of a tiger you would become a Tiger, for me at least. Rare! Precious! Dangerous! That is what your kind is to me but with furs. Oh! The effect is increased so deliciously.

"I am just a battery powered cat to you!"

"I don't have a way with words. I was born for fighting and fighting alone. I try to imitate the masters of language but it must all sound so contrite. I am sorry. It was poorly explained symbolism. Monarchs use furs for that very purpose. Showing off about how they killed a bear. You, why you could do it without servants' help. That is beside the point: that fur has become something associated with power and beauty."

"Better," she said with a subtle smile playing on her lips, "What else do you personally associate with these fine furs of mine?"

"As you well know, suffering is so attractive to me."

"Yes. Nothing seems to intensify your passion then suffering!"

"It is true, my love. Furs for me also indicate an inner strength as well as an ability to terrorise me. A tyrant would have a coat of dark furs."

"Mine are quite light. Maybe I should buy another." She is toying with me now. She must know what such casual statements do to me. Maybe there is a tyrant within her just waiting to be released form the binds of courtesy and conventions. Yet I must press on.

"I cannot imagine my ideal without those luxurious furs."

"I understand," Elizabeta again interrupted. "It gives a dominant and imposing quality to a woman."

"It's not just that. You know I am supersensual. I was very young when introduced to the tales of those martyrs. Those legends enthralled me like no other. While I was horrified by the trials they experienced I too wanted to recreate their events. I could never have been satisfied with anything else. And if those things could have been forced upon me by a woman then it would all be worth it.

"One thing I do carry on form my days a knight of God is that sex is sacred. Maybe the only remaining sacred as it is the only sin I have yet to commit. For that prize a man must first prove himself then court a woman. Like a priest her must devote himself to her to gain her favour."

Another smile "There are some animals who treat their men terribly, such as the mantis: which bite the heads of their made during sex. As you do not need a male after he has done what is necessary. I species will still continue. Or the black widow spider would eat her partners as soon as the job was done, yet the men keep coming. Do you envy them?"

I envied the Knight Ctirad whom the daring Amazon Scharka craftily ensnared in a forest near Prague, and carried to her castle Divin, where, after having amused herself a while with him, she had him broken on the wheel—"

"That. Is disgusting. How could you ever hope for such a fate? Those women would make you forget this folly. As they break you, you would wish that you never thought to find that dammed ideal of yours."

"Do you think so? I hardly do."

"Have you actually lost your senses?"

"That is more than possible considering how often you suggest it. The great women of history have either been tyrants or the powers behind the throne. Both of which have had their bidding done. Men tortured by their command.

"So now these furs excite your imagination!" Elizabeta said as she began to move around within her coat. Tempting me as she lay back on the bed before me while looking me in my eyes the whole time. I was transfixed as the material moved every lower, revealing more of her chest and arms. I could here my breaths slow and grow pained. "So? Here we are. You are breaking upon my wheel."

Overcome by my desire I cast my chair aside to lean over her and shower her body with kisses. My arms surrounded her as they slipped beneath the fur. Her skin millimetres from mine through her nightgown. Here I was. With her in her bedroom, alone. Here she could do as she wanted with me. Considering her reaction this is what she wanted. I placed my hand in hers and I could feel her pluse race. Each kiss I left on her chest resulted in a gasp for breath.

"Yes! My deepest desire is awake once more. For it has lain dormant for far too long."

"And this is?" She put her hand on my neck. That small touch was all I needed to be under here spell. I closed my eyes as I whispered it to her.

"To be the slave of a woman, a beautiful woman, whom I love, whom I worship."

"Who is always cruel, never kind," Elizabeta interrupted.

"Oh yes," I sigh, "She would whip me raw then make me watch as she gives herself to another."

"That's quite a voyeuristic desire!"

"No, not like that. She would torture me by making it known that it was happening.

"And what if she was to give you to that lover? What then? As she drives you insane with jealousy she would hand you over to him and his mercy!"

This suggestion frightened me.

"You surpass my dreams."

"I too have an imagination. Your words are like more coal for its fire," she said "But this ideal would not be too hard to find. What would happen if it was too much for you?"

"With that: I wonder if I have found my ideal in you!" With this I hold her close to me. Trying to keep her warm in her furs.

She just laughed. She laughed at my suggestion as she walked out of the room. As her furs dropped from her shoulders to the floor. As I sat in the chair I could still hear her outside in the night's crisp air.

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