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Author’s note: this story is preceded by ‘Tapestry: Worn Edges’.

Tapestry: Unraveling

Eye of Serpent

Heather Jesby slipped from the unknown man’s bed and remembered to slip her butt-plug back in place before she left. A man in her bride’s trust had told her to wear it and she knew she must comply. Strangely, it was her only personal possession in this elegant house in the park and she was getting used to wearing it. It was a bit of pleasure that was hers. She was unhappy that her bride had given her over to the pleasure of men Heather didn’t even know. She was unhappy to understand that her value to her bride had fallen to such an extent that she hadn’t even seen Celestial Fu in over a week.

She had delivered Corelle into her bride’s hands and now she was not needed.

As she walked to her room she felt so alone that she started to cry. She slipped into a small side room that she knew was a gallery of paintings and sculpture. She sat down on the floor with her hands over her face and let the tears flow. These men were Asian and they loved having sex with her. They admired her ‘exotic’ looks and used her often and she drew no pleasure from it. She missed her husband. She hoped he was safe and far away. Yes, weeping into her hands as quietly as she could, she pretended Todd would always be safe. Far away was safe. Anyone coming here to this beautiful place was not safe.

Beautiful hell.

She heard the tiny jingle of bells. She put her knuckles in her mouth and waited in silence and fear. Anything that was unknown here was dangerous.

A thin white courtesan stepped into the open doorframe. The courtesans were a step below Heather’s current dismal position of unwanted bride. Sometimes clothed in transparent green silks and always with simple black wigs and skin painted pure white, she had seen courtesans resting or performing sex acts for men in her bride’s Honor Guard. This one was nude. The tiny gold bell-rings fastened to her ears, nipples and shaved vulva were numerous. Heather remembered that the more bells, the more sexual prowess the courtesan was considered to have.

She had never seen a courtesan with so many bell piercings. There must be two dozen. Heather looked up to the heavily made-up face. Oh, what a shame! The poor woman has one eyelid sealed shut. Strangely, the eyelid looked normal and healthy. She reflected that here was good timing and a lesson in making the most of a bad situation. If she—.

“Hello, Heather,” came the soft voice of the courtesan.

Ice formed around Heather’s heart. No! Mygodinheaven. No!!

“I’m glad I found you.” The bleached white apparition walked into the room with a jingle of tiny metal bells.

“Corelle,” the name escaped from Heather’s throat.

Puzzlement flickered in the single green eye, “I’ve missed you. I heard you crying. Who is Corelle?”

Heather squeezed her nails into her palms until it hurt. “You are.” The ice spread from her heart downward to her stomach and upward to her throat.

She smiled, “No. I am Petal Lick, remember? I’m so glad I found you. Don’t cry. We can play. I’ll make you happy. Wouldn’t you like to tie me up again? I have no duties right now. I’d love for you to tie me up.”

Heather crushed her nails deeper into her palms to stop herself from screaming in horror. Her bride’s voice sang in her head and she shivered. The instructions were still there and she echoed them out loud, “I love bondage. I love the thrill of restraining a woman’s flesh tightly. Stockings. I’d like to tie you up with stockings and masturbate on your face.” Heather was glad her heart was ice. But her pussy started to burn with sudden arousal. She imagined knotting stockings to Corelle’s nipple rings and riding her mouth. Her mind cringed and she hoped that someday she might have the chance to kill herself. Someday soon perhaps. The arousal washed over the edges of her self-despair.

An expression of delight crossed the wantonly made-up face above her, “I’d like that. Then you would have no reason to cry.” She offered her hand to Heather with a shifting of little bells.

Heather nodded, “Of course, Petal Lick, but you must let me call you Corelle, or I won’t punish you.” She reached up and took the white hand and stood. “Petal Lick is your special name and too good for me to use. I’ll call you Corelle, but it will be our secret.”

The other smiled and nodded with a soft jingle, “All right. I like to submit. Punishment sounds wonderful. Call me anything you like.”

They kissed. Heather hadn’t expected it but their mouths found each other quickly. Bands of heat seemed to lap at her sex as the kiss got hotter. Their tongues struggled. Heather felt gentle fingers part her labia and she moaned into Corelle’s mouth. Heather crushed her breasts against Corelle’s ringed nipples. Suddenly, this felt like forgiveness. Heather took Corelle’s other hand and moved it to her ass. Electricity tingled in Heather’s clit and she angled her sex to better use Corelle’s fingers. This felt so good.

A doubt leapt into Heather’s mind. She broke off the kiss. “Corelle, did anyone tell you to come find me? Do you have instructions about me?” She firmed her voice, “You must obey me and tell me if you do.”

The green eye looked puzzled, “No. I knew you were here. I knew you would be scared and alone. I thought we could play.”

Heather stared. Whatever they’ve done to her. She’s still Corelle. Maybe I can help her. Maybe this is forgiveness. Heather took her hand, “Let’s go to my room. I have a thought I’d like to try. We’re going to play a game. A secret game, Corelle. You must obey me and play the game. The game will be spoiled if you tell anyone. I’m going to tell you things I want you to do.”

“I do what I’m told,” she nodded. “Decisions are too hard.”

Heather swallowed, “Th-that’s right. You will be my toy for this game and I’ll tell you secrets.”

“And tie me up?” she sounded so hopeful, like she was asking for candy.

Heather groaned with heat, “Yes. Yes, I’ll tie you up and fuck you silly. Now come with me before I jump you right here.” The two moved through the elegant halls of doom with their hands held tightly together.

It was very dark and in the still beauty around them, there was no one to watch over them. They were alone.

* * *

Jasra Kashfa’s voice was near steady, “That’s all I’ve been able to find out so far. The British Intelligence people are sure that Fuermacher dropped out of sight almost three weeks ago. I can’t find out more without explaining things I have no right to say. I spoke to Doris just before I called you and she has nothing on the NCD. She thinks the FBI resources should be tapped immediately and that you should make an official announcement of the kidnapping. I think she’s overreacting. She’s pretty shook up. There is too much chance that it would make our position weaker in the long run. Corelle’s identity may be finished even if we get her back.”

Evelyn Flaumel nodded and shifted the phone, “Agreed. Jasra, I’ve gotten a strange phone call. Someone knows what happened to Corelle and they say they are willing to help.”

“Who?”

“A woman who didn’t leave her name. It was completely out of the blue, but she had my direct dial line and she knew a lot she wasn’t saying. First call, she said she couldn’t help and just warned me to watch out and forget about Corelle. Second call three minutes later, she said she was ‘now involved’ and would help us. She said she’d be in touch.” Evelyn waited a long time for the Attorney General of the United States to say something else. “Jasra?”

The voice was husky when it came back, “Thank god. Thank god someone knows something.” Her voice was a bit broken. With a start, Evelyn realized that Jasra was weeping quietly.

Evelyn tightened up her stomach, “Jasra, pull yourself together. You have to understand this offer is probably a trap. We’ve been played for fools. Everything happening here has been planned out by the Salamander. I have to tell you we lost two PolyCorp people in Berlin.”

“Dead?”

Jasra sounded like she was getting herself together. Good. Evelyn respected her mind and needed everyone to focus on the problem. She needed help.

“One dead. The other one is in intensive care and may not make it. We think that Fuermacher isn’t even in Berlin now but we don’t have any idea where he is. We find that out and you can bet we’ll find Corelle.” Evelyn looked up as Louisa opened the library door and Dr. Rand and Della entered. Evelyn pointed at the empty chairs near the desk.

“We can’t act like vigilantes here, Evelyn. We need to protect Corelle’s identity as much as we need to find her.”

Jasra almost sounded like her old self. She was tough. Yes. It’s a bitch, but to hell with Corelle’s identity if we get a chance at getting her back. Evelyn nodded into the phone and lied, “Sure. I don’t disagree. Tell Doris we will talk to the FBI just as soon as we have something helpful to get out of it. Tell her to send me copies of any flagged items from the database.”

“I will. Please interrupt me if anything new breaks.”

“Count on it. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

Evelyn shifted in the leather seat and hung up the phone. She looked at Dr. Rand with a question in her eyebrows.

“Todd Jesby knows nothing, " Bess began, “I spent close to two hours with him. He’s unraveling like an old sweater. He already looks like he’s aged ten years. I managed to get him into a hypnotic trance and settle him down. He’s filed a report with the local police already.”

“Which, by procedure, is already in the FBI’s hands,” added Della.

Trust Della to be the slick organizer, though she shouldn’t be here. I wish Bess had kept her mouth shut as I asked. Evelyn just nodded. “By any chance, while you had this fellow hypnotized, did you block his memories of your visit?”

Dr. Rand smiled like a cat with a canary, “Yes. I also suggested that he not press the police and give them a chance to do their job. I was afraid that he might do something rash. I can trance him again by phone, if we need to do that. He was an easy subject.”

“Thanks. Great. That was good.” Bess was obviously impressed with herself. Evelyn shook her head.

“What’s not so good is the way this news is spreading.” Dr. Rand pointed out coolly.

Evelyn sat stiffly upright, “What the hell are you talking about? Spreading where? Who?”

“I got a call from Dara on my cell phone. And I phoned in a prescription of tranquilizers for Alice, Faith and Marcy after talking with them several times. Louisa just told me she’s gotten six phone calls from various people since yesterday. I think you have to figure we need to conference everyone that you know and tell them what’s happened.”

Evelyn’s voice grew harsh, “Sure. Conference call. We should provide a record of all of us chatting about our sex cult in a dozen different connections around the country. We can’t do that, Bess. I haven’t told anyone to talk about this. How the fuck did they find out?”

Della put a hand on Dr. Rand’s thigh as she was about to spit an answer back. “Down. Easy. Behave.” The doctor relaxed immediately with a gentle glance at Della, who turned to Evelyn. “You asked Bess to help. Don’t yell at her. She didn’t tell me about this, Evelyn. I had a nightmare last night. Everyone’s having bad dreams. Dreams about Corelle being hurt. Apparently none of the dreams are the same, so I don’t think we are actually getting information in our sleep, but it makes sense to trade our impressions. There might be something there.”

Crap. Dreams? I haven’t had any dreams. That sounds like hysteria. Evelyn licked her lips, “Sorry. I assumed that Bess had told you in spite of my instructions.”

Dr. Rand shook her head no to the accusation. Della added, “No. I told her about my dream this morning as she was leaving the office. I asked if Corelle was in trouble. She denied there was anything wrong. I knew she was lying and I forced her to take me along.” Della squeezed the doctor’s hand.

Evelyn began drumming her fingers nervously on the desk. “Crap.”

The library door flew open and Dr. Adler strode in with a pale face, “What’s happened to Corelle and why wasn’t I told about it, Evelyn?” Her words were clipped and angry.

Then the phone rang.

* * *

Tapestry heard the phone pick up on the first ring.

“Evelyn here.”

Tapestry put her cigar into the silver ashtray, “We need to talk. Is now a good time?”

“Talk.”

A smile quirked her face, “Very well. My name is Tapestry. I can tell you things. I will give you information you need. You must do the work.”

Evelyn’s voice was cool and even, “How do I know who you work for?”

“I work for no one. You are being bound into a contest of power between foes that wish to remain hidden. Listen to me or you are likely to strike into the darkness and hit the wrong target.”

“Tell me something I don’t know already. Tell me where she is.”

“I do not know that, but I think I know who has her. You work for the Serpent, yes?”

Evelyn paused. She liked the fact that this woman didn’t pretend to have all the answers. She debated what to say. Then she thought about Corelle, “I work for Ms. D’Amber. I don’t know who the Serpent is. Tell me where to find Fuermacher.” She crossed her fingers hoping for an answer.

She didn’t get the one she expected.

“The Salamander does not have her. He is hurt. I don’t know how badly hurt, but he has gone to ground. He is hiding. Finding him is possible but a waste of your time. The Serpent is in the hands of the Horror. Finding the Horror will be nearly impossible and you can expect to die trying.” Tapestry listened carefully.

There was no hesitation, “Tell me about the Horror. Does this one work for the Salamander or the other way around?”

Tapestry felt her expectations sink. This woman knew nothing about the Ancients. She was fighting blind. Apparently the Serpent chose to keep the old ways secret even from her Champion. Perhaps it was to be expected. Where to begin? She thought hard.

Evelyn realized she had said something wrong. One part of her cheered and her excitement grew. If there was caution and danger to this Tapestry person, then the information was probably good. Now she had to keep that information flowing, “Look. Stop trying to scare me off. I don’t care who the fuck thinks they have it all over us ordinary folks. I’m going to get Corelle back. If you help me, I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll kiss your scaly ass for the rest of my life. You’re one of Them. You’re like Fuermacher and Corelle. I understand that now. Tell me about the Horror. Give me something I can work with.”

Tapestry felt the arousal of the ages-old offer of eternal service. She already had a Champion, but having two was not out of the question. She liked the idea. This woman sounded like someone she would like to have between her legs.

She also knew what it was to be too greedy. It was obvious that the Serpent had chosen her Champion well. “My ass is a pleasant dark brown without any scales.” She grinned, “The Horror is one of our remaining number. She is easy to underestimate and completely without remorse. She has many secrets and most of all she has strength of numbers. She commands a loyal following of hundreds, perhaps thousands. She can field armies of followers willing to die at her command.”

Evelyn felt a chill run down her back. “I’m listening. Where do I find the Horror? What does she want with Corelle? Can I trade or deal with this woman?”

“No,” Tapestry shook her head and took a drag on her cigar, “You can’t. Whatever she wants, she takes. She has the Serpent and she will not give her up. If she wants Corelle dead, then she is dead already.”

“She’s not dead. She was taken away. They didn’t kill her.” Evelyn’s voice held steely conviction. The nails of her free hand dug into her palm.

Of course, she doesn’t know the past. Tapestry blew a smoke ring and lowered her voice, “Evelyn. The Serpent’s head is a weapon even without a body attached for a few months or years. It was done in the old days when there were still others of her kind. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you. If the Horror cannot enslave your mistress, she will kill her and use the head while it retains power. And there is science to reveal the secrets of a dead body. I’m not trying to scare you now.”

Evelyn felt a pain flash through her temple and down her right side. She swallowed against the pain. She felt sick. She pushed the image away of Corelle’s head on a pole. She couldn’t meet the eyes of the women in the room watching and listening to her, “Where do I find the Horror’s lair? How do I kill her?”

Tapestry sighed, “Hong Kong. Look for mansion with a green dragon with claws of gold on the gate. Take my advice, don’t worry about killing her. It will be enough if you can get to your mistress. I will be in touch.” She hung up. There. It was done. She had committed to Duel against the Horror. Once again, she was manipulating great events instead of watching them. It was as arousing as she remembered. She took a long draw on her cigar.

Evelyn. A mortal woman with only faith and courage goes into battle against the Horror. It isn’t fair but that’s life. Good luck, Evelyn. Choose your warriors well. Go kick some ass.

* * *

The Celestial Fu nodded to Dr. Ling, “Proceed.” She settled herself easily in her crimson padded chair and arranged her robes.

“I have only had time for very basic analysis, Honored Patron,” he bowed his graying head, “but the results are promising. Petal Lick’s system is unique to the data we have. You were correct in predicting that the data from the mummified example was largely flawed.”

“Do you have enough information to determine whether the organic wavelengths can be reproduced by electronic emitters?”

“No, Honored Patron. We have not even determined where Petal Lick draws the energy from nor how she transduces it to the proper waveform. But I do have a sample waveform and we should be able to reproduce it quite easily.”

Fu smiled, “Then you will begin to do so. Put your team on constructing a portable emitter device. I want to see a prototype weapon that reproduces the Eye Effect of the Serpent.” She saw her unique courtesan enter in response to the summons and gestured for her to approach. “Petal Lick, kneel and kiss my feet.”

The slender white-painted woman went to her knees with a soft metal rustle of bells. Her carmine lips brushed the white stockinged foot. She began to breathe faster with arousal.

“I have something I want you to do for me, my lovely Petal.” Fu smiled.

“My bride,” she licked the stockinged foot, “I live to hear your commands.”

“Your cooperation with Dr. Ling has gone well. But I have senses that Dr. Ling will never have. I will have the flesh-glue removed from your eyelid. I will give you a cover for your eye. You will only uncover your eye when I tell you to. I will give you a person to use your eye on. You will show me how your eye kills. I wish to see this thing that no other Ancient can do. Do you understand, Petal? Do you remember how to do this?”

“Yes, my bride,” she crooned, “I understand. You will give me a person and I will kill that person with my eye. Yes, I remember.”

Fu nodded and opened her robes to her naked glory. “Rise then, my toy and service me.”

Petal Lick enthusiastically thrust her face between the ivory thighs and began to lick and suck the smooth nude lips. She moaned with rising heat.

Fu turned her eyes to Dr. Ling, “Fetch your instruments. It should be recorded.” The doctor bowed and turned to leave. “And bring me Heather Jesby. The circle of life is over for her. It is fitting that she serve me in this.” Another man bowed and left the court. Fu ran her delicate hand over Petal’s breast and pulled a ring in her nipple. “You remember Heather, do you not, Petal?”

The courtesan nodded yes. She used her hand on her own sex and thrust her tongue deeper in the beautiful place of her bride’s sweet syrupy flower.

“Yes, of course you do. You had such concerns about her.” Fu rocked her hips into her slave’s excellent tongue-work. Fu was impressed more each day with the capacity of this young one to give her pleasure. The erotic energy seemed to flow from her mouth. The energy she was able to create and share was amazing. How did she tap the River? She would learn. She must understand it.

“Heather is the one you will kill for me.” Fu smiled and rubbed her free palm across her own erect nipples.

“Yes, my bride,” Petal crooned, “Heather is the one I will kill.” That was sad. They had only been playing the secret game for a few days. Now Heather would be dead and the secret game would end. Something began to hurt inside her. Something deep inside Petal stirred. Petal reached within and touched it. Aah, it was the thing Heather called Corelle. It hurt and was angry. There was a storm growing there.

It did not matter. Petal just did as she was told. Decisions were too hard.

* * *

Jack Kepp squeezed Tapestry’s hand. “You know I’ll back any play you make. I’ll go to Hong Kong myself, if you want. How many blokes get a chance to face the Devil? I sorta like the idea.”

She didn’t smile. “This isn’t your fight. You saw the cards, but there is something else we could do.” She reached for the phone and slowly punched a number. Jack stepped behind her and started massaging her shoulders.

She tilted her head up and blew him a kiss. He grinned. The number rang twice.

“Ja? Dieses ist Frederick.”

She recognized his voice, “The Knight of Cups goes to meet the Horror alone. Why is the Salamander hiding? Have the years stolen your resolve? Or did you not know who your real enemy was?”

“Who is this?” His voice ground harshly across the line.

Tapestry ran her hand over her nude thigh, “Who have you become, Frederick? I remember a warrior of cunning. I remember Frederick the Great. I recall a man who led his warriors by example. Perhaps you shouldn’t fight so hard to live. I think your day is done and the Horror will have you next time. Better to die than be Frederick the Hidden.”

“Don’t you think I’m a little too old to fall for such mind games? Who is this? Rat is that you, you bitch?” His voice was heavy with constrained emotion. He sounded tired.

Tapestry laughed, “Yes. I do think you are a little too old. Goodbye, Salamander. I won’t be calling you twice.” She hung up and smiled.

Jack leaned over and started nibbling her ear, “You enjoyed that. You are a nasty bitch.”

She squirmed, “Sneaky, too. I squeezed his cojones with the truth.”

* * *

He stared at the dead line. This was his line for outgoing calls. No one had this number. The Rat could steal the pants off his backside given half a chance, but no one had this number.

Tapestry. By my blood, Tapestry was interfering in a Duel. It had to be her.

The Horror? He swallowed and thought. Nearly being killed by the tricks of the Serpent had been hard to accept. Strange bits and pieces fell into place. He needed to check some things. The Serpent has always been one to run rather than fight. Tapestry’s information made a bizarre kind of sense. The Knight of Cups? Who’s Champion was that? There is no Knight of Cups now.

He pushed back the sheets and reached across to his other arm painfully. He ripped the tape away and pulled the needles out of his arm. He felt his smashed ribs move as he shifted and stars swam in his vision. Terrible pain wrapped a band around his chest.

“Gallant! Trent!” he bellowed, “I’m getting out of here! Get me a fast plane! Get me my portable athanor! You bastards better be running by the time I get to that door! We’re going to Hong Kong!”

He coughed and nearly passed out. He stood up straight and started to bleed. “Get me a damn mount! I’ve got a dragon to kill!” He gathered his wits and thought hard about all of his encounters with the agents and schemes of the Celestial Fu. The Horror was a canny old bitch.

A man dashed into the room. His sharply planed face showed surprise to see his master on his feet. “Vas?”

“Gallant, get me the Red List. I need warriors in the Hong Kong area. I need a fast plane. I want my athanor loaded on the plane. I want Dr. Hauptmann and you and Trent on the plane with me and I want it all now.”

Gallant smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. “At once, sir. And thank you, sir. I’ve always wanted to go to Hong Kong.”

The Ancient Salamander smiled back. “We’re going to throw a party for the Devil.”

END