Speak No Evil - Part One

As absurd as it sounds, neither Isaac nor Emma made mention of what had transpired in the library when they met the next afternoon, as if a hurricane passed through a town, but afterwards nothing had changed. Sitting next to each other, they sometimes helped one another with study, but their interactions were bare of any real conversation. For Isaac's part, he could sense that she was still angry at him, despite how she tried to hide it. He had failed to choose a number, and so she had punished him, but the resentment from his betrayal still lingered.

As they packed their things to head home, Emma grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face her.

"I have another quest for you, Isaac, so that you may redeem yourself. If you'll accept it that is." Her teeth flashed with a wide smile and her eyes seemed to glow, revelling in the knowledge that he wouldn't refuse her. She was a lioness in the drylands, and him a wounded antelope; he was hers to have, however she pleased.

Instantly, his mind awoke from its muddled state, dispelling dreary thoughts of exams and study. His brain lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree, the all-too familiar angst consumed him once more, thoughts of seeing Emma, as she truly was, filled him with a deep-set sense of need.

His desire to watch her, to be her voyeur, while she was in her true form, was all-consuming. His body began to tremor as emotions overtook him, understanding that his next sweet release would be one of feeling as if Emma had stomped onto his heart, and acknowledging he craved for nothing else.

Without even hearing the quest, his voice shaking under the effort of not collapsing to his emotions, he croaked out a single word.

"Yes."

His girlfriend's mischievous grin grew larger. "Good. The quest today is easy, and if you do it correctly then I'll give you a big reward."

Isaac's throat had dried, beads of sweat ran down his face like beads of moisture on a bathroom mirror, his raspy voice revealing his desperation.

"What do I need to do?"

Emma stood on her tippytoes, gently pushing his body against a column as her figure drew closer to his. Her two hands delicately held the sides of his face as she pressed against him, no doubt feeling his hardening crotch while her eyes moved to level with his and her tantalising lips stopped just before his, their mouths impossibly close. Her chest was heaving heavily, with each of her deep breaths he felt her breasts push against his body. It was disturbing; how could a body that he had seen fully so many times, with so many others, still entrance him as hers did? Isaac dreaded what she was going to say, but knew that this was his pleasure just as much as hers.

Her next words went through him as lead sinks through water, each syllable a stab to his chest, every sound worse than the next.

"I want to do an audio recording of you thanking Favorite, for all his hard work. I want you to tell him how grateful you are that he is letting you watch all these videos of him, for fucking your girlfriend and letting you watch."

She was holding his face tightly in her hands now, he could feel pressure on his cheekbones whilst he struggled to comprehend the vile words. Her body still pressed against his, suffocating him against the wall as his cock hardened by the humiliation of what she was saying and the rubbing of her lithe form against his.

"I want you to compliment his big penis, to tell him that you wish you could be like him."

Every expression that emanated from her pretty mouth was a deep cut into his soul, he felt as if he was disintegrating, like glass turning back to sand under the unimaginable pressure of her desires. She was kissing his throat now, teeth forcefully nipping at his skin as he shook underneath her, his brain unable to process what she had requested of him. Never had she made him do anything like this, to interact with her conquests, to humiliate himself before one of them. It was too much, too soon. He couldn't.

"Emma, please, I -- I -- I can't", his eyes stared pleadingly into hers, but only looked into a twin set of cold pools, unmoved by his begging. He was so confused by it all, how did she transition so easily from the sweet girl who wanted to be tutored, to this beautiful, calculating creature?

How had everything changed so quickly, in just a few days?

She ceased her machinations on his throat, bringing her mouth upwards against his ear.

"Have you ever heard of the Three Wise Monkeys, Isaac?" Her voice was a soft whisper, her tone sympathetic to his plight, but resolute, nonetheless.

His silence confirmed that he hadn't.

"It's an old proverb from Japan, Isaac. I'm sure you've heard it. See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. One monkey covers his eyes, another his ears, and the last his mouth."

Incomprehension still ruled Isaac's mind, while Emma's hands slowly dipped downwards to his waist, and insistently crawled up his shirt. Her cold fingers traced the outline of his chest, each touch making him shiver.

"You need to understand, Isaac, that what we are doing is wrong. A boy shouldn't want his girlfriend to sleep with other men. And yet you do. Today's quest is thematic of the final part of the saying; speak no evil. I want you to speak evil, Isaac. I want you to tell Favorite exactly how he should fuck me, I want you to manifest that evil. I want you to enjoy it, I want you to watch Favorite and me and know that it was you're doing, your words that make us pleasure one another. We both know that this isn't just me that caused all this Isaac, it was always the both of us that wanted all of this."

His heart was pounding, pleading to be freed, hurtling itself against his ribcage like a trapped prisoner in a cage, swinging at its iron bars. Emma's hands were still on his chest, no doubt relishing the feeling of its every frantic beat.

"If you do this, Isaac," she softened, "then the next quest will theme itself upon another of the proverb's part, and then another. You do all three, and I tell you who Favorite is. If you want, I'll never look at another man again, I'll be yours to have forever. I’ll ride you, take your virginity, give my body over to you however and whenever you want. But I need you to do this, babe. I already gave you your one chance. You agreed to be my boyfriend, Isaac, to embrace this part of me. This part of us. You can't hesitate any longer Isaac, either say the words I want you to say, or walk away from it all. From us. Uncover your mouth, Isaac. Say the evil."

He could feel the blood pumping through his veins, his whole body felt tight and immobile, as if he had been fossilised. It was all too much, she wanted too much.

Emma's small hands reached into her pocket, and slowly pulled out her phone, then held it to his mouth.

"Decide, Isaac."