Andromeda, a novel by Joe Nobel, Part 66 -- remember that blowjob and whipping scene from early in the novel, well...
Andromeda
“Okay, try again,” the other paramedic said. He pushed down on her chest. “Damn you, don’t you go! Can’t you see how you’ll be missed! ‘ang on, love!”
“I’ve got a heartbeat!” the first one said, listening on his stethoscope. “This bird’s still alive! Sod it, Jack, drive faster!”
“Hang on, Anna!” Liudmila cried hysterically. “Please hang on.”
...
Anna found herself in another familiar place, her flat in Budapest.
“You've brought me to that first morning at his apartment, haven't you?” she asked, not very surprised.
He didn't answer her. They stood in the living room. A section of rope lay on the floor next to a rubber dildo. Odin picked it up and examined it. He shook his head and placed it on the low coffee table.
“The one memory of this place I didn’t want to relive,” Anna said. She felt bile churn in her stomach. “I'm glad you didn't make me watch the part when the girls attacked me with that.”
“No point,” Odin said. He took her hand and led her down the hallway.
She heard voices from the past coming from the bathroom, mostly Liudmila screaming about the twenty lashes Anna deserved. Uri’s response was calm and measured.
She saw her past self led by Uri out from the bathroom and into the bedroom. Anna was surprised to see how she had marched with her head held high.
“Do you remember what happened in the bathroom, Anna?” Odin asked.
“You know I remember perfectly well. I gave him a blowjob, okay?” Before he could ask her to elaborate, she said, “It was my way of fighting back.”
“As was acquiescing to his whip?”
“Alright, he got to me. He saved me when those two tried to rape me. So I was willing to accept whatever he wanted of me.”
“Is that when you fell in love with him?”
“I did not fall in love with him then!” Anna said.
Odin looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll admit, I thought he was kinda okay,” she said. “But I was not in love with him.”
“That must have happened a few days later. I mean, going from kinda okay to the throes of lustful love.”
“Odin, shut up.” Anna couldn’t believe what she’d just said to the father of the gods, especially at a time she was being judged. If she wasn’t careful, he might damn her to the same fate as Uri.
Odin pretended not to hear. “Come,” he said.
She followed him into the bedroom. Her past self was already leaning over the bed on her knees, her bottom prominently displayed. Liudi and Aida stood off to the side. Uri rummaged a trunk for his whip.
“Was my bum really that fat?” Anna whispered.
Odin just rolled his eyes.
He led her around to the other side of the bed. They sat on the edge on either side of her past self.
She watched Uri throw the first crack of his whip. Then she saw her past self realize she was not alone.
“I see us, again,” Anna said to Odin.
“Yes. You do,” Odin said. He took the past Anna’s hand in his. The future Anna did likewise. She wondered if it would be okay to touch her past self, as if doing so would blow up the universe or something. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, not unless she considered time traveling with an ancient god out of the ordinary.
“Do you see them?” her past self asked.
“There are a few red spots, but no broken skin,”Liudmila answered, thinking the question was about whip marks.
Anna looked up and saw Liudmila was in tears.
“She’s ashamed of what she did to you,” Odin said.
Liudmila kept reaching over to hold Uri’s arm in an attempt to get him to stop. He pushed her away each time.
“See, he’s doing this to you to put Liudmila and Aida back in their places,” Odin commented.
“I couldn't see she was acting that way,” Anna said. “I wish I'd known that. Liudi and I could have become friends a lot sooner.”
“Who are you people?” her past self asked, interrupting their conversation.
“Just a typical master with his two slaves,” Uri answered, thinking the question was directed toward him.
“Three slaves now,” Liudmila corrected.
“Is that right, Andromeda?” Uri asked. “Three?”
“Of course,” the past Anna answered. “Three.”
“What did you just say?” Odin asked the future Anna. “Did you just declare yourself his slave?”
“What?” Anna cried. “No!” But then she realized it was true.
“In your mind, this is when you submitted to him. This is when you became his. You took twenty lashes because, if you didn’t, you’d disappoint your new master. Once you realized you were in no real danger, this life of submission began to intrigue you.”
Anna wanted to say yes, it was all true, but she couldn't speak.
“We have seen enough here,” Odin said. “There is more to show you else-when.”
Anna future reluctantly stood and took Odin by the hand. As they stepped out of this time and into the future, she heard her past self call, “More! Whip me more!” She remembered all she wanted then was the sensory stimulus to see her invisible intruders again, but realized what her words must have sounded like to Uri. Any doubt he had up to then about taking her as his slave must have evaporated at that moment.
Odin showed Anna various scenes as her life as Uri’s sex slave. As they looked on from the corner of the bedroom, her past self sometime noticed them, other time she didn’t. Anna realized something watching herself and Uri together, he was always attentive to her; always watched for signs of distress, especially when he tied her up and teased her. He never took her beyond that hidden threshold which would turn his game of dominance into abuse.
He always made sure she was satisfied in their lovemaking. Living through it the first time, she'd thought his virility had more to do with owning three women and showing them that he could outlast them all. But now she saw differently as she looked on during those tender, languid hours of aftercare. He’d tend to her sore bottom, massage ointment in it if he left a sting. He’d cuddle her and held her in his arms. She watched her past self relax with a blissful smile time after time.
“Odin, why couldn’t he tell me he was protecting me?”
“You wouldn’t have believed him,” he answered. “And his authoritarian style doesn't allow for explanations.”
“I didn’t realize how happy I was in his arms.”
“All the more reason for him not to say anything.”
“He should have talked to me.”
“Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t be spending the rest of time in the frozen mud.”
“Why is it men never talk?” Anna huffed.
“Come, let us step forward,” Odin said.
… to be continued …
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