The Empty Mirror
Chapter 42: Outrage
Hilda, a lady of the radiant maturity of her forty-six springs, revealed herself to me over the weeks as an intoxicating nectar. Her presence evokes an echo of her daughter Esme, as if she had extracted the attributes and charm of her mother without inheriting the appearance that the father may have bestowed. She is a creature of sublime beauty, a temptress among mortals. Despite the inexorable passage of time, I can confidently assert that in her youth, Hilda overflowed with a freshness that would eclipse even the radiance of her offspring. Her body and face still retain a magnetism that arouses impure thoughts in the most chaste hearts. Esme, on her part, could only aspire to match the magnificence of her mother in her youthful prime.
Allow me to evoke Constance in this comparison, though I humbly acknowledge my inability to judge the beauty of others. However, I cannot help but recognize that Hilda and Constance seemed to belong to a sphere of comparable voluptuousness. As for myself, I know that I might be considered more beautiful than Esme by some, but I could never rival the exuberance of attributes that characterizes her mother and Constance. My beauty, if anything, resides solely in the features of my face.
Hilda possessed a generous bust, her legs extended like elegant columns covered with footwear that suggested, but did not reveal, the boldness of her splendor. Her thighs, wrapped in the silk of her skirts, emanated the maturity and serenity typical of a woman in her prime, while her buttocks exhibited a firmness and solidity that would prompt any observer to consider her a gift of embodied sensuality. Her presence, intoxicating and provocative, unleashed the most impious thoughts in those who dared to behold her.
However, beyond her physicality, Hilda proved to be an attentive and kind-hearted woman in her demeanor. Though her demands could be taxing, and I often found myself assigned to minor and tedious tasks, her behavior was far from the depravities that Esme and Dougal reserved for me. It was, in a way, thanks to Hilda's presence that the latter did not completely succumb to their vices, limiting themselves to subjecting me to fulfill their darkest fetishes.
Despite her exploitation of my person, the compassion and pity I felt for Hilda were genuine. She seemed to seek redemption for her past actions and longed for the best for her daughter and son-in-law. However, in this world of perversions, those who seek improvement are always surrounded by degenerates and their appetites.
In the immediate vicinity of the cabin.
"Hilda, I beg you to accompany me in the search for water; I perceive an unusual turbidity in the ditch, an opacity that hints at impurity" - murmured Dougal with a soft tone, yet laden with implications.
"Of course, my son. Allow me to summon Esme or Giselle to assist us in this task" - responded Hilda, casting her gaze towards the forest.
"No need, Hilda. They're busy in the woods, enjoying their shared pastimes" - he quickly intervened, flashing a smile of impish complicity.
"I see. I'm pleased to know that Esme finds joy in their company. Have you spoken to her about your affairs?" - Hilda inquired with a mix of curiosity and shrewdness.
"Indeed, thanks to your intervention, Lady Hilda. We had an intimate conversation, and I must admit, I needed the time alone to express my thoughts and emotions. We discovered an unexpected affinity in our perception and desire towards our new guest" - Dougal replied, accompanying his words with a feigned laugh, but laden with sinister intentions.
"Oh, sublime, your benevolence towards Giselle is of unparalleled magnificence. Although her injured ankle renders her somewhat incapacitated at the moment, her presence still serves a purpose in our midst. Furthermore, your satisfaction at the rekindling of the relationship between my daughter and you is a balm to my soul" - Hilda expressed delicately.
"All my achievements, Hilda, rest upon your guidance. As for Giselle, her perception of being a burden for not being able to participate in the schemes of hunting has led her to mushroom picking. Esme, in her vulnerability, accompanies her in this task" - Dougal declared as he strode determinedly towards the stagnant spring.
"Dougal, your protection envelops me with such intensity that I consider you as a son. Henceforth, I shall address you as my son" - Hilda proclaimed solemnly as they advanced with measured steps through the dense woodland.
"I am grateful for your words, Hilda. Now, I also regard you as a mother” - Dougal responded as he ventured further into the thicket. Then, without hesitation, with one hand he gently traced the small of his mother-in-law's back, while with the other he took hold of her shoulder and positioned himself in front of her.
"Hilda, I can no longer suppress it. Hilda, my lady, I love you. I cannot keep you out of my thoughts” - he confessed with a faltering voice.
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"Dougal, what blasphemies do you utter, oh, my son? Have you succumbed to madness or is this merely a contrivance of your vile wit?" - exclaimed Hilda, with a gesture of horror and disdain.
"For God's sake, mother-in-law, nothing could be further from my intention than to utter a jest. Your presence unhinges me, plunges me into an abyss of uncontrollable desire. Oh, I am irretrievably enamoured of your voluptuousness!" - Dougal stammered, with a trembling quiver in his voice.
"But, my son, you are my daughter's betrothed, how dare you utter such words? Have you lost your reason completely? My ears reject your unheard-of confessions, and my soul recoils at your audacity - Hilda retorted, stepping back, with a gesture of terror and disapproval.
"Mad words, imbued with boundless depravity? Now, Esme grants me her trust, her love, and together we shall claim Giselle! We shall not let her slip away, and Esme must not be privy to our machinations. She must not learn of anything we plot in our dark complicity. It will require my cunning for her to understand our truth, but I will compel her to abandon us and deliver us, offering that little one as a sacrifice if it ensures that we are left alone, you and I” - Dougal exclaimed, with frenzy, as he drew closer to Hilda, his hands tracing the contours of her waist.
"What depravities do you plan for that innocent creature, vile degenerate? Do you intend to turn her into our slave? Are you playing with my daughter's feelings, you cursed wretch? Remove your hands from me, despicable!" - Hilda shouted, wrenching herself abruptly from her son-in-law's grasp and distancing herself from him with disdain and repulsion.
"You don't understand, madam, I have loved her since my earliest childhood, you know it well. You were my first object of passion, gazing upon you lasciviously as you passed by, and though Esme represents a secondary love, I prefer you, I had no choice back then, you were bound in marriage, and I had already met Esme. Bafranbu tore us apart, woman" - Dougal shouted, amidst the sepulchral silence of the forest.
"Your disdain means nothing to me, you are a mere insipid remnant, away from me and my daughter with your execrable pretensions. You are not worthy of my daughter's affection, vile creature” - Hilda vociferated, inflamed with anger.
"Then, you bitch, I'll do it by force if necessary! Take that, shameless whore!" - Dougal roared, with unleashed fury, as he seized his mother-in-law by the hair and hurled her to the forest floor. "I know your despicable deeds, prostitute. While your husband suffered financial crises, you gave yourself to other men, trading with your vile body”.
"I did it to financially support the household, not out of mere lasciviousness. It was an urgent necessity, for the welfare of my daughter and my husband. You understand nothing, insolent beggar" - Hilda retorted, desperate to justify her actions in the face of her son-in-law's relentless accusation.
"I watched with delight as you paraded, exhibiting the sinuous curves of your figure, and even today, you persist in that hypnotic dance. I rescued your being from the shadows of Bafranbu, caring for you and your daughter for two cycles of the moon, and you, whore, think that the simple verb 'thank you' is adequate as compensation, but no, I am not satisfied solely with your daughter's body. I will compel you to pay in full for the services I have provided for you” - Dougal expressed with a lascivious voice, whispers of lust escaping his lips as he eagerly explored Hilda's contours.
Stripping off her lower garments with an impudent gesture, she clasped Hilda's chin between her fingers, imprisoning her in a fierce kiss where their tongues intertwined in a dance of unbridled desire. In that instant, Hilda was not begging, but surrendering with unbridled fervour. It was then that Dougal stripped his member from his garment, and with untamed lasciviousness, goaded Hilda into fulfilling her darkest longings by the provision of oral. He restrained her, and in the midst of his onslaught, extracted his finish from between his mother-in-law's lips, causing her, in her distress, to be compelled to vomit the fruit of the torture inflicted in that ungodly act.
"Is it not true that you delight, whore? You don't even beg me for mercy, do you think I did not perceive your lustful glances, do you think I did not observe your loneliness during these two years? You indulge in it, you enjoy it, you crave it" - Dougal, brutalised by lust, muttered greedily. Then, with desperate eagerness, he began to strip his own mother-in-law of her clothes, while she submissively obeyed without a word. Thus began the abominable act of unbridled lasciviousness.
As Dougal revelled in carnal charms and delights, he flogged his lover's buttocks, viciously smacking her whites. Between suppressed moans, he rejoiced in his brutal onslaught. It was then that Hilda, in a fit of desperation, let out a high-pitched scream, but soon, on her son-in-law's chest, she began to moan and undulate her hips in response to his sinful advances.
With fervent and solemn request addressed to son-in-law, she implored the mistreatment to continue unabated, urging him not to stop. The spectacle unfolded at its most grotesque and morbid, where amidst the dirt and filth, Dougal explored the confines of lust, titillating Hilda with his phalanxes that defiled her decency, that eroticism that had remained unimpeachable for years.
In that instant, Hilda became aware of her insatiable cravings, of the voracity with which she wanted to plunge into the depths of passion, of the desperate need that consumed her. She revealed herself as an impudent libertine, given to delight over the abyss of lust and perdition, where her being vanished in obscene ecstasy.
Dougal indulged his baser instincts, licking with the greed of a canine. There were no limits to his actions with his mother-in-law, as he subjected her to all manner of outrages. Nature itself became an accomplice to his perversion, serving as a silent witness as he threw her against a tree and used her as a prop to continue his degradation, carrying the weight of his mother-in-law on his shoulders as he perpetrated the desecration of her dignity.
After a period of unbridled bacchanalia, the air permeated by the stench of sweat and other fluids resulting from the excesses of man and woman, Hilda found her mouth filled with the disturbing male essence. With a sneer, she expelled the repulsive nectar into the defiled earth. Then, in an act of apparent demureness, they both began to cover their naked bodies, as if the forest itself had exerted its power to subdue them, as if the malevolence of the trees had corrupted their minds into abject submission.
Dougal no longer fanned the flames of sin in his mother-in-law, while Hilda, having fallen into the lubricious temptation of prostitution, had given up her ability to refuse unbridled pleasures with her son-in-law.
Since his days as an acolyte at Bafranbu, Dougal had witnessed the depravities of the church fathers and his beloved Hilda, feeding his darkest desires by peeping behind doors or dreaming of the day when she would indulge his vilest fantasies. Like a cruel irony of fate, the forest and its curse seemed to conspire to consummate an even more extreme act of depravity: the immoral encounter between a son-in-law and his mother-in-law, indulging in the basest instincts of carnal lasciviousness.
Having consummated his act of impiety, Dougal, with unparalleled shamelessness, grabbed Hilda's body around the waist, and in a kiss that exuded depravity, the two thrust their tongues into each other's mouths in a carnal frenzy, As Dougal rapturously stimulated his member close to his distinguished mother-in-law's attributes, Hilda gave herself fervently to the burning desires, prostrating herself submissively before the maelstrom of lust that corrupted the wooded surroundings with its tentacles of pleasure and depravity.