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A story of a lonely cougar and her life
This story has sick ideas, so if you are sensible probably you shouldn’t read the story
from human dartboard to roadkill
Blonde Newscaster takes a Terrible Journey
While growing up, my brother was always very authoritative over me. When we were young kids and when we were washing dishes, he would pull my undies down exposing my ass. Then as I got older and started wearing a bra, he hated for me to wear one. He would skillfully pull the back until the elastic wore off so I would not wear one but our parents would always buy another pair for me.
Since I enjoy being naked especially in my bedroom. One day he barged into my room and I quickly grabbed my blanket. He knew that I was very sexually active, but it was awkward that my brother would pull my blanket sway from me and leave me standing naked before him, which was the first time he saw me naked at the age of 19. I spat in his face for that matter. He was angry about something that I did, and was having a bad day or a combination of both. I could care less what he was saying but I wanted him out of my bedroom. I guess he was pissed since someone else did his sister, but it was not one of his friends, thank heavens. He called me a slut, whore, and a bitch.
The second time he barged into my bedroom I had no time to grab my blanket. He saw me naked which I didn’t care since I am not ashamed of my body. I knew that he wanted to handle his sisters big tits as well as my snatch since he was mesmerized, he couldn’t take his eyes off of me..
Now going back to my brother, I saw his bare ass in the shower, it was hot to see. My cunt was sure wet and my tits were hot as I went in to pee. My brother is 13 months older than me. His chest is so fine and very suckable nipples. Perhaps he was turned on as he heard me pee and perhaps watched me as he showered.
After finishing his master’s studies, boy, his head sure did swell up. He got very dominate on me. Our mother knew that I was taking the pill, but he figured I was taking the pill to be a slut, whore, and a bitch. Since I was hardly home, his dominance turned into violence where he beat me up. I could take in his infatuation, but beating me up was another thing. At that time we were in our late 20’s so I left and went over to my boyfriend’s place, Lance, and as we showered, he saw bruises all over me. We didn’t have sex that night. Rather he just held me and comforted me until I had fallen asleep.
My brother even hated me more when I married a black guy, Eric, and saw me as a dirty slut whore bitch. Mind you, my brother is very prejudice especially to black people. He still thought of me as a dirty slut whore bitch and would never change.
After my divorce and prior to our mom’s death, he got very abusive and I just left but when I returned home he was filled with fiery darts. I told him to go back to his place and cool off. He could sure hold a grudge and needed his view point heard loud and clear. He continued on with his tantrum and I went upstairs to hide.
Shortly after our mom’s death, he was sleeping in the other room. I came to him and not knowing where his head was placed though I could have patted him down. This would just upset him. I hugged his mid section and told me where his head was. This time I was aroused but I held back since I was running late from work. I left the room and he got out from the sofa. He decided that he would take me to work.
Whenever I was around him, I felt like I was walking on eggshells since he never did change when I finally left home and turned him in for what he did. He is making sure that I would be responsible for what he did to me. Many times, I have wondered what he would be liked sexually since he has that quality of being domineering and authoritative. He appears to be a breasts man and love to always focus on my big breasts.
Several times, I found myself naked when I woke up since I would remember wearing a moo-moo but nothing underneath before I went to bed. But out of respect for my family, I have to be clothed when I am around the house, but not in my bedroom. Well, at any rate, I was naked which I thought nothing of it. At least he must of have fun seeing me naked and perhaps played and sucked my big boobs and took a sniff of my cunt.
One day he barged in my room and saw me fingering my cunt and he was turn on by this that he just stood there frozen with his mouth dropped open. I did see him there but I was busy getting extremely wet. I saw his mid section get bigger, he tried to hide it. Laying there naked as I licked my fingers before him and massaging my big boobs. His friend, Vern, entered the room and his mouth also dropped. My brother asked me a question but had troubles asking me since he was dumbfounded. His friend was turned on and took no change to unzip his pants. I offered to suck his cock and had he could do anything to me. Vern obliged as my brother protested for him not to since I was a slut. Vern ignored him as he was getting the best job cock sucking ever. Before long, he relented and joined in with Vern.Feeling their hands exploring my body, especially for my brother. At least this was better than him hitting me.
He ordered for me to be totally naked when I got home, but he would select the clothes I would wear for day down to my bra and panties as well as for the foods I eat. When we were out, he did not want me to wear a bra and panties. He would say, “slut, go and get the mail and I want to see you naked. Then when you return, suck my cock as I read the mail. My friends are coming by and I want you to entertain them, as he grabbed my hair.”
He said “bend over bitch, let me see that dirty fat ass of yours.” He said, “mmmm,” as he took a big dildo and rammed it in dry. Then he took another big dildo and rammed it dry to my cunt. He told me to stand up as he placed a clit clamp as well as nipple clamps on my chocolate chip nipples. Just to prepare me for his friends, he spanked my ass as he pushed both dildo in more and said, “you love that bitch, tell me that you want more and you will call me master, you got that bitch.” I nodded and he said, “bitch, I can’t hear you.” In a low tone, “Master, I want more.” He said, “I can’t hear you as he cracked the whip and whipping me in my ass and my boobs and you better give me the idea that you enjoy and want more, so tell me bitch.” In a freighted voice but with a confidence tone, I said, Master, please, I want more and I am going to enjoy every bit of it. He said, “Good, we got that straight and you know my position here.” As he continually reinserted both of the dildos and said good girl bitch and pulled them out. He directed for me to clean them off which I complied.
His friends arrived and said the slut is ready. He hooted and tie me down and used me for their pleasure as they blindfolded me. They were three including my brother. I had two cocks in my mouth and swallowed their cum, one on my boobs and one in my cunt. They changed where I had two cocks still on my mouth and one in my ass and one in my cunt. I had to cum each time for them as they fill my twat with their nectar. All called me their cum slut. They were so pleased but the night was not over yet. I begged for more double penetration as I continued sucking their cocks. They took turns whipping me until I wan not able to tolerate it anymore. One whipped me on my ass as one stuck a dildo in my ass. One sucked my clit while the other tug on the clamps.
When they were done, they untied me me but kept the blindfold on. They said, “you are going to suck and clean our cocks clean, bitch and get on your hands and knees. You will be guided as a dog as you clean our cocks clean. Then we want to watch you play with yourself and we are going to fuck the shit out of you, bitch as you clean our dicks clean, got that you whore.” I replied “yes, masters, as I fingered my cunt and inserted a dildo that they threw at me. Unknowingly, I heard and felt something in my cunt. They took turns with the remote. They ordered me to stop and not to cum just yet. One pulled me over to him and fucked me doggie style and they all took turns fucking me doggy style.
It was getting late and I fell asleep on them. They let me rest but they said we aren’t done with you bitch, so rest up bitch. It was early and the first one entered my room and told to go to the bathroom to clean up. He stood at the door and watch me . When I was done, he pinned me to the wall and sucked my nipples and grabbed my twat. The second one wake up and said, “Hey, let me have a piece of the slut too.” Then my brother woke up and said after we eat, but she has to cook and you and man handle her and I want to watch you guys to her and you can do whatever you want to her. But you got to introduce yourselves to her. John, Bob, and Jay.
After cooking breakfast, John, Bob and Jay took pleasure of me eating and sucking my cunt and sucking their cocks. Then they fucked me and went home.
The End.
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less fuck more violance….based on a late ’70s bf
a disgusting filth filled tale of rape abd incest completky terrible do not read
A brunette girl, who appeared sixteen years old, lay on the floor watching TV with her younger sister, a blonde girl who was six years younger. Their father had lost his job about a year ago and was only recently able to find another. He hadn’t gotten his first paycheck yet, and wouldn’t or several weeks. The brunette propped herself up on her long, thin arms. “Is there anything for dinner today, mom?”
“I’m afraid not, Susan. We don’t have much food left,” their mother called back. They were lucky to have any food at all more than once a week, if they ate that often. Susan laid herself back on the floor. She was very nearly skin and bones by now. She was five-seven and only weighed ninety pounds. She reached over and stroked her younger sister’s hair. She spoke softly.
“It’s okay, Anna. I’m sure you can go next door for something to eat.” Anna was closer to four feet tall, and by now barely weighed sixty pounds. She wasn’t holding up as well as the others, and occasionally would join the neighbors for dinner. Susan assumed that they pitied Anna more than herself because Anna was still so young. Still, Anna protested to the idea.
“They haven’t been giving the rest of you anything. I don’t wanna be the only one eating.” Susan smiled at her sister’s words. They were wasting away. Their father’s last job hadn’t paid very well, and when he was laid off, they were left with no income at all. It only took three months to use the emergency money they’d managed to save up, and two months to use most of their food. Seven months after that realization came, they were barely alive, and not many people were willing to help them out.
The two girls mother came into the room, and Susan announced that she was going to the bathroom. Anna looked at her mother, who sat on the floor next to her. “Anna,” she started off. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes? What is it?” Anna asked. Her mother looked at the floor for several seconds.
“Well, you know we don’t have much food. In fact, we have enough for only one more meal. We’re getting desperate. Your father won’t be paid for a few more weeks yet, and if we don’t get more food, then we might starve to death before that happens,” her mother swallowed hard.
“Are you… asking me to live with someone else?” Anna asked. Her mother smiled sadly.
“Well… I can think of something to get us a little more money in the mean time. If it’s okay with you, I know a woman who’d pay us some money to, well… you know…” she put her hand on Anna’s lap, “touch you.” Anna blinked rapidly. “I’ve been fighting her for months now, trying keep her off you. I’ve been trying to not let things get that desperate, but… I think we’ve lost that fight.”
“Mom, it’s okay. If we need the money, then… She can…” Her mother smiled.
“Are you sure, baby?” Anna nodded. “Well, then I’ll make the phone call.” Her mother gave another sad smile, then walked into the kitchen.
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Later that night, there was a rap at the door. Anna opened it, and greeted a woman who was five foot seven with straight black hair. The woman smiled, her grey eyes looking into Anna’s blue ones. “Hello. Is Heather home?” the woman asked. Anna had almost forgotten how curvy a healthy woman could be.
“Mom’s upstairs in her room,” Anna answered.
“Ah, then you must be Anna. You’re much scrawnier than I remember you being. Have you not been eating? Ah, that must be why Heather finally gave in. Well, we should let her know I’m here,” the woman said. Anna nodded and gestured for her to follow. “Heather,” the woman called when they reached the bedroom.
“Yes,” Anna noticed a twinge of resignation in her mother’s voice. “I see you made it.” She had been sitting on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands. She sighed heavily. “Did you being the money?” The woman walked across the room and handed Heather a stack of money. She stood there and watched as two hundred dollars was counted out in twenties.
Heather nodded, and the woman smiled as Anna led her down to her own room. Once there, the woman picked Anna up off the floor and set her on the bed. That’s when she noticed that Anna’s clothes were tattered and looked like they were several sizes too big. They really were pressed. She pulled Anna’s shirt over her head and saw that there wasn’t much meat on her bones. Poor thing.
She pressed her lips to Anna’s nipples. Her breasts hadn’t begun to develop yet, but the woman wasn’t too concerned. Well-fed or not, they still got hard. She kissed her way up to Anna’s neck. “By the way, my name’s Sarah,” the woman told Anna, before pressing her lips to Anna’s. She took off her own shirt and her bra. She guided Anna’s small hand to her own breasts and made Anna squeeze. “That’s right, we’re going to have fun touching each other tonight.”
She slid her own pants off, revealing she hadn’t been wearing panties. Then she slid Anna’s off of her, and began to rub her clit through the panties she had on. She pressed her lips to Anna’s nipples again, nipping at them with her teeth. She felt Anna getting wet through her panties. Sarah began kissing down Anna’s stomach, coming to a halt at her waist.
She kissed around Anna’s wait, directly above her panties. Then, slowly, she pulled the panties down Anna’s legs. Sarah pressed her lips to Anna’s pussy, pressing her tongue into the young hole. Anna gasped for air, enjoying the sensation. Sarah moved her tongue up toward Anna’s clit, pressing down on it and moving her tongue all over it. Anna began moaning.
Sarah reached up and began pinching one of Anna’s nipples, still giving her oral pleasure to the young girl. Anna began pushing Sarah’s head into her pussy, not wanting her to stop. Sarah moved her tounge faster, working between Anna’s pussy and her clit. It didn’t take long before Anna started screaming. Before long, Anna was having her first orgasm.
“Now, my young bitch, you get to do the same thing to me,” Sarah said, pulling her head from between Anna’s legs. She removed her own panties, and lay on the bed, her legs spread wide for Anna. Hesitantly, Anna pressed her lips to Sarah’s pussy, and began using her tongue to play with Sarah’s clit. Sarah moaned, “That’s right, please my cunt, little bitch. You’re gonna be my whore tonight.”
Sarah took Anna’s hand, guiding it to her pussy. After a second or two, Anna inserted one finger, then two. She moved them around inside Sarah’s cunt, and Sarah moaned louder, enjoying the feeling. “That’s right, now, put them in my ass,” Sarah moaned. Anna did as she said, and Sarah arched her back, gasping for breath. Anna continued to work on her clit, and Sarah moved her hips in rhythm with Anna’s fingers.
It was nearly ten minutes like this before Sarah had an orgasm of her own. She pulled Anna up to her, kissing her on the mouth. Sarah grabbed Anna’s young ass, massaging each cheek. “We’re just getting started, you little whore. Come on, grind your little cunt against mine,” she said. Anna did, and both girls started moaning. After a few minutes grinding, Sarah stopped Anna, saying “Alright, we’re gonna do something else now.”
Sarah positioned herself so that her waist slid between Anna’s legs, rubbing their pussies together. “Yeah, that’s right, whore, we’re gonna do this until we both orgasm again,” Sarah instructed. Anna was screaming with pleasure now, her little body shaking. Sarah was breathing hard, rubbing her nipples. Anna was using her fingers to rub her clit. A few minutes later, both girls had orgasmed, and were laying on the bed catching their breath.
They were laying on the bed facing each other, Sarah groping Anna’s ass, and Anna playing with Sarah’s breast. They were kissing when Heather walked through the door. Sarah smiled at the woman, who looked at the floor. “Your daughter’s quite good, Heather. You should be proud of her ability to please a woman.” Heather said nothing. Sarah stood up and grabbed her clothes, walking out the door. “You look after that girl. She’s sweet enough to eat,” she said in a soft voice to Heather.
Heather looked at the floor for several moments after Sarah had turned the corner. “How much money did she give you, mom?” Anna asked, still naked and sitting on the bed.
“Two-hundred dollars,” Heather said quietly. “Enough to buy something to eat for a few days.”
“That’s more than we’ve had in a while,” Anna stated factually. “Why aren’t you happy about that?”
“I don’t like the idea of having to whore out my daughter to get money,” Heather told her. “It’s late, you should get some sleep,” she added, closing the door. Heather walked into her bedroom and lay down next to her husband. He had gone to sleep before Sarah had shown up, and didn’t know what had happened. He looked healthier than the rest of them, as his job was providing him with a free lunch.
Heather was awake for nearly an hour thinking about everything that had happened. The family’s finances had caused her to let a pedophile have sex with her daughter. They were likely going to starve to death if her husband’s job didn’t pay soon. All she had gotten that evening was two-hundred dollars. That’d feed them for a while, but it would go farther if…
Sarah’s last words before departing played in her mind. “She’s sweet enough to eat,” Sarah had said. No, it wasn’t literal. It’s just an expression, and besides, cannibalism would be worse. No, she just had to forget about today and make the money last as long as possible. It’d only be a few weeks before her husband’s job came through.
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Three days later, Heather and her husband were sitting in the living room. His head was in his hands, and he was almost crying. He’d been laid off again. “I guess I’ll just have to try a couple towns over, see if there’s anything for me there,” he said in desperation. “Might have to send Anna to live somewhere else…”
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As the family slept, Heather walked into Anna’s room. She looked at her frail little girl. The family looked a bit healthier from the money Sarah had given them, but Anna couldn’t last through that again. She’d be devastated if she had to live with anyone else, and the remainder of Sarah’s money would last longer if there was one less person to feed.
Sarah’s words played through her head again. “She’s sweet enough to eat.” Anna woke up then, and looked confused at her mom. “What’s up, mom?” she asked softly. Thinking quickly, Heather replied.
“Oh, I was just wondering… a few days ago, did you like what happened?”
“Kind of. I mean, it felt good, what she did. Why, do we need to do it again already?”
“No, I was just wondering, sweetie.” Anna looked at her for a second before sitting up further, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a top.
“Did you wanna try it, then?” she asked. Heather stared for a second before making up her mind. She walked over to her daughter and put her hand between Anna’s legs. It turned out that Anna wasn’t wearing anything while she slept. She began to kiss her daughter’s lips. She told herself that what she was about to do was for the best.
She heard her husband walking down the hall, closely followed by Heather. She looked at Anna’s clock. Yeah, it was time for her husband to leave for the next job hunt, and Heather would be dropped off at school along the way. Heather was to take Anna to her school before too long. She’d have all day to do what needed to be done.
Heather returned to kissing her daughter, and pushed Anna onto her back. Holding Anna down with her body, Heather reached into the drawer of Anna’s night stand – her craft drawer, in which, there was a knife. She pulled that knife out of the drawer. Heather pulled her daughter into a sitting position, and used one hand to begin grabbing her ass. With the other hand, she stabbed her daughter through the chest.
Still locking lips with her mother, Anna’s body went still and limp. Heather began to cry, holding her daughter’s body close. After a few minutes, she stood up and carried Anna down the stairs and to the kitchen, where she began her work. Now holding back the tears, Heather selected one of the steak knives from her drawer, and started to slice her daughter’s meat from her bones. After nearly an hour of careful cutting, she had left no meat at all on the bones.
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As dinner time rolled around, Susan and her father sat down at the table. As was the family custom, Heather brought out their plates. “We have some meat tonight. Dear, I know how much you like breast meat, so I made sure to get you some,” Heather said, putting a plate holding a slice of the promised meat, accompanied by a scoop of mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables in front of her husband. “And for you, sweetheart, since you like Sirloin, I hope you appreciate the effort of preparing it,” she commented, setting Susan’s plate in front of her. Her meat was, as her fathers, accompanied by potatoes and vegetables.
“And what’s the occasion for this?” her husband asked, looking at the food.
“Just a little ritual, hoping that you’ll get a new job soon,” Heather said, a smile on her face.
“Hey, mom, where’s Anna?” Susan asked, looking at the empty chair normally reserved for her sister.
“Anna’s was invited to dinner elsewhere,” Heather answered before going into the kitchen for her own plate. Behind the closed door, Heather took a deep, ragged breath before gathering her dinner. She had taken care to prepare the meat from Anna’s vagina for her own meal. She looked at the plate she’d prepared herself, and tenderly placed a garnish of parsley on what once was her daughter’s pussy. Having calmed down, she took her place at the dinner table, and upon sitting down, her husband insisted on saying Grace.
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While her husband and Susan slept, Heather went out to a tree in the back yard. In her night gown and wearing a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she shivered in the wind. She wiped away tears from her face and looked at some freshly turned earth. This was Anna’s final resting place. Heather had taken care to break the bones until they were unidentifiable, and then buried them here.
Though not a proper funeral, she had been as ceremonious as she was able, and had buried many tears along with her daughter. Now, though, she pleaded with Anna to not hate her. On this cold and windy night, Heather could hear lightning in the distance, and stayed, crying, on the spot, asking repeatedly for Anna’s forgiveness and understanding. When the rain began to fall, Heather stood up, quite shakily, and began to walk toward her home. She took one last look at her daughters grave, and entered her home.
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**This story is also from a larger story of mine, there is plenty of material to pull from, and follows up on An Evening of Bliss, so look for that if you’re interested. The sexual material here is a bit choppy, not downright, engaging material so I will not be accepting comments. I post this one more for readers who interested in sexual content with decent writing and good dialogue.
Lately, Melody has been becoming more and more engrossed with a ritual called the rites
of initiation, a strong sexual ceremony she wanted to perform on me. It involved
cumming inside of her vagina, inside of her ass, inside her mouth and between her
breasts all in the same night without breaks. All of the cum had to stay where it was.
When I came inside her she had to make sure none of it spilled back out, she had to
swallow all of my cum from the oral and had to massage my cum into her skin until it
had been absorbed when I came between her breasts. This ritual, she had read, would
guarantee the man’s sexual devotion to you for as long as you wanted him, some books
even claimed it would harbor an addiction to the girl completing it, an unbreakable link.
I’m not sure if Melody believes all of this though she’s explained it to me at some length.
The practice was found in teenage witchcraft books dealing with sex and the occult, a
subject of perverse interest to her. We haven’t yet tried the entire thing but Melody and I
visited a “spiritual” shop recently near the town mall of the county seat where she bought
candles mentioned in the book to be necessary for such a rite.
Two days later, early on a Saturday morning found me back at the spiritual shop, alone
this time, as Melody had read in one of her books that several incense were needed. I
humored her because I enjoyed the sexual aspect of this not particularly because I
believed in the supposed result. Most of the fellow students at our school involved in the
occult and sexual rituals were also avid drug users only concerned with their own
pleasure and some sick ideas about power. The only power I ever gained through sex was
trouble.
Entering the shop to the typical door bells greeting, I found a young exotically
dressed girl studying magazines behind the counter. As I had only been here during the
week after school with Melody so far, I had never met the girl. But she looked up as soon
as she saw me and her eyes sharpened before she smiled brightly at me.
“What is it you seek, good sir?” I smiled off handedly. In character till the end
although the English accent sounded fake and out of place. I was expecting something
Caribbean.
“Uh, yeah,” I stammered getting a better look at the girl. She definitely had quite a
body beneath the loose fitting purple and black floral skirt as well as a straight black top
that fit like a second set of skin identifying clearly a luscious pair of very firm medium
sized breasts and for a brief moment, fantasies of her and I screwing on a lush forest floor
swirled through me. I shook my head to clear it and pulled the piece of paper from my
pocket with my ‘shopping list.’ “Hey, I need the stuff on this list. I can read it but I’ll be
damned if I can pronounce half of these.”
The girl accepted the list with a swish of her long skirt and studied it closely. The
contours of her breasts let me know they were substantial though not as big as Melody’s.
Her skin was flawless and yet there was a freshness about her. The way she moved and
spoke, a calmness and sense of confidence and strength. “These are necessary for the
Rites of Initiation ceremony.”
“Well, yeah,” I said thinking that most of the guys she saw in here to buy that stuff
were stoners, not athletes.
The girl frowned and her dark eyes locked with mine searching deep. “Your
girlfriend is a sorceress, yes?”
I blinked and broke eye contact. Every time I looked into the girl’s eyes, an odd
shade of purple, I felt as if I were being pulled towards her somehow. “Melody? No,
she’s no sorceress, though I’ll bet half of our class thinks so with the body she has.” I
chuckled while looking at the floor.
“Do you know what you are getting into?” the girl’s eyes were locked onto me and
even though I did not look back, I could feel the heat of her gaze. It made me
uncomfortable as if all the transgressions I’d ever committed were sitting like an open
book in front of me.
“Look,” I tightened my voice determined not to be played. “It’s just some garbage
in a book she read about-”
“I wish it was garbage, Matt,” the girl said and I looked up. Had I met her before or
not? “You are worth so much more than what Melody wants you to be for her.”
“Wait a minute now, how did you know my name?” Why was it getting so hard to
think? “I’ve met some of the people from my class who’ve supposedly done this and
they’re usually high as kites.”
“The effect of this ritual as poorly initiated by the wrong people using internal
influences is useless. But what Melody has in store for you is dangerous. She is
intelligent enough and has the dark committment to make you her slave.”
She hissed the word ‘slave’ venomously like some sort of snake with a bad speech
impediment. But I forced a laugh and still did not look at her. “Look, I’m guessing you
know Melody and that she shared this nonsense with you and you guys decided to pull a
prank on the dumb jock. Well, no thanks but I’ve-”
“Melody is looking to tap into dangerous forces, ones she cannot hope to control,”
the girl’s light voice was now firm and authoritative. “Once completed and depending on
what order she decides to initiate, if properly done, your spirit will be chained forever to
hers.”
“Sounds kinky,” I interrupted looking up at the girl once more. “What are you
talking about? What order?”
“The desired result of the ceremony depends on the order of the sex acts. If all is
done properly, the desired result can be achieved. Here,” she thrust a book into my hands
along with the wrapped incense. “Take this and read. You are smart enough to see
beyond the words and understand-”
“What I understand,” I interrupted coldly. “Is that all this bullshit was designed to
sell me an extra book. Good thing, you had me going there for a second. I’ll just take the
incense and-”
“Take the book, it will cost you nothing, but it if you read and take the time to
contemplate, all will be revealed to you. Melody’s higher goal is not merely devotion but
complete dependence.”
I looked the girl over again. She had relaxed her intense stare and this made it
easier to do. Long flowing hair, a really curved body, but a dark air seemed to surround
her. She didn’t seem like any of the stoner fruitcakes I’d met so far. One of the girls who
frequented this location after school had stalked me up and down the aisles telling me
she had seen me in a vision and that our destinies were intertwined. The girl also smelled
to high heaven and detaching her from me long enough for Melody and I to leave was no
easy task.
“Look, let’s say that this ritual is for real and you aren’t looking to tip the scales for
some twisted perverse reason, I admit fathoming the so called higher goals of the occult
is usually beyond my grasp-”
“It is not the goal you misunderstand but the motivation, you are pure-”
“Oh, boy not another vision thing,” I interrupted annoyed. “Look, if you think I’m
pure, you don’t know a damned thing about me. I did take a shower this morning and
yes, this is a clean shirt, but that’s about as pure as it gets for me.”
“I am Kacey,” the girl ignored my claims.
Trying to put rude responses out of my mind I said, “Matt, though you already
seemed to know that.” I reached for her hand, but Kacey came from behind the counter
and hugged me deeply, her delicious body pushing against me pleasantly. I found myself
with an instant hardon and chastised myself on the virtues of screwing one girl at a time
once and for all.
“I know that you do not know me, and perhaps when our time has concluded, you
will wish you never had, but I can help you,” the girl’s eyes had grown luminous and
now I wondered if she just had a crush on me.
“I don’t need any help,” I said flatly. “Okay, where do you know me from? Genoa
or Philly? Whatever axe you’re looking to grind I likely deserve, but I am not-”
“The same person you used to be,” Kacey interrupted finishing my thought. “When
I said you were pure, you misunderstood. One of the ultimate definitions of purity is not
a person born to it but one who has lived the dark life and turns away from its violent
impulses. I have waited for you for some time now.”
“Great, another Shelly,” I interjected again. “I’m with Melody and if you know the
way I used to be I’ll understand if you think I’d be willing to screw you too. But that’s
not going to happen.”
“And yet you desire it,” the girl’s voice was bold, not doubtful, but one look at my
jeans could have told her that. “And I do as well, but you are right. For the moment, the
time is not right and there is so much more at stake than simply our carnal desires.”
“Yeah,” I said emphatically. “Let’s go and save the world, you can come dressed as
you are, but I left my super hero outfit at the cleaners. They’re always trying it on and
flying around town, that’s why I never get it back.”
The girl interrupted by slowly removing her silken top, peeling it off was more like
it, and shaking quickly out of a black bra with red symbols on it. Both nipples were
pierced though I didn’t see any other tattoos or piercings on her. Nonetheless the effect
was immediate. My hardon struggled with the confines of my jeans and I backed up a
step with my mouth suddenly dry. The girl’s body was great, it’s true, and yet Melody
and Shelly both had great, damn near perfect bodies and I had not been this captivated.
“Do you still know what you want?” the girl’s slightly accented voice taunted me
but she did not smile and her voice dropped turning cold. “I could take you now, I know
of your weaknesses, but my purpose here is to save you from a fate worse than death.”
“Right,” I said emphatically again, my eyes still glued to her breasts. The rings in
her nipples bore unusual symbols on them that looked familiar. “Listen, here’s the money
for the incense and the book.” I dropped a couple of twenties on the counter. “You can
keep the change for the peep show.” I backed up still staring, not trusting what the girl
might do.
“Stop,” the girl’s voice was authoritative and I halted though I wasn’t certain why.
The girl’s build was not athletic just naturally gifted and I doubted she could overpower
me. Kacey came slowly from behind the counter and stopped in front of me. She flipped
open the front of the skirt and her sex became visible, the hair shaved into symbols I
remembered seeing in one of Melody’s books. The ones on her bra too had been familiar.
“So many men doubt the power I have. They think they are the strong ones, but you are
weak. You want me and for the first time in a long time, I desire you as well. Follow me
and we shall begin.”
Kacey backed away slowly her eyes locked onto mine. I matched her step for step
again asking myself why. I seemed free to think but couldn’t seem to muster control.
Kacey took my hands pulling me through a gossamer curtain into the back where as you
might expect there was the usual store room stuff. Shelves, boxes, labels and what you
might not expect, a bed in one corner illuminated by candelight. The iron posts had ropes
tied to them that were thick and coarse.
“Touch me now,” Kacey commanded and my hand immediately went beneath her
skirt. I rubbed in circles feeling her wetness as she unbuttoned my shirt. ‘This is crazy!’
my mind screamed at me but my body continued to follow her commands, she must have
put me in some sort of trance, but I could still think freely.
Just as Kacey was pulling my shirt loose and her skirt had fallen to the floor, the
door’s bells clanged. She froze and a female voice called out, “Kacey! Are you here?”
Finding myself free to act once again, I pulled myself away and dove for a rear
door. The fire alarm sounded when I yanked it open but I jumped off a back loading dock
and sprinted for my car. Once seated calmly inside the comfortable confines of my
firebird, I saw Kacey inside being grilled by an older woman. The woman was gesturing
angrily and Kacey had not attempted to redress herself. Finally after numerous angry
exchanges, both turned towards the front window of the shop. Chills ran up and down
my spine as both women fixed their eyes on me with Kacey still not having attempted to
cover herself in any way. It was kind of crazy. Someone could walk by or enter the shop
at any minute but despite the early weekend hour, the plaza was barren. It was if the
world had been suddenly brought to a stand still and it made me wonder what I had
stumbled onto here. I slipped the key into the ignition and started the car. I reached for
the gear shift and dropped into reverse, my hand brushing a silver bag. Somehow the
incense and book Kacey had ‘sold’ me were in the car though I was certain I hadn’t put
them there. I revved the motor and backed out of the parking lot looking to put as much
distance between me and the store as possible.
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As I sat in the front room of my house listening to the random and albeit annoying noise of the other occupants of my house I let my mind wander deep in to the depraved catacombs of my mind. My name is Alistair, Alistar Monty. I can’t say that I had a rough childhood but I can’t exactly say it was pleasant either. I’m currently 21 and still living at home with my Grandmother Mother and autistic brother. That in and of itself leaves a sour taste in my mouth let alone the fact that my house is a religious hot spot for every zealot there is with in a 30 miles. I stand 6′ misc” with broad shoulders that make it hard to find dress shirts that fit just right. I have a great interest in martial arts, having read and understand the theory of many different arts. Enough of the bland vanilla things though. I am a Master and I’m relatively new to the entire practice of Master and slave. Not to say that I’m new to the idea or fetish. Both of those I have been interested in since the tender age of a bout nine. One major thing about me though. My kindergartener teacher sucked and never taught me to share. Over body, over ability, over anything a slave has to offer. I value loyalty. Just something that came by after an almost blood brother and sparing partner decided to Take the woman I loved beyond anything I had ever love. And fuck her brains out behind my back. So after months of searching and finding ‘two days’ (women that agree and disappear after two days) I came in contact with an old friend. We talked for a little while and then I asked her ‘do you want to be my slave.’ well she said ‘YES!’
my slave Loretta who I affectionately call Sprite. Is about 5’4” tall with a lithe and slim figure beautiful A cup breasts that screamed to be teased and tortured. A nicely shaped and formed ass, a pair of thin lips that God (when he wasn’t fucking with the innocent people) must have taken years to craft. All of this comes with a dominant attitude and pair of beautiful legs. Sexy right? I think so to. The only downside? She lives with a 31 year old who works her as if he owns her lock stock and soul. I could be bias and hell I’ll admit I am bias but that old fuck can go and croak in my opinion. Though I try not to express this to her. I’m fairly sure she knows my views on him. From what I hear of him he flys off the handle bars, loud, obnoxious, rude, controlling, and just an overall dick. What scares me the most though is that he sounds like me. Any who with all of that aside and your basic intro to the inner workings of me. My mind slowly drifts back to reality as my Grandmother chatters away at me about something to do with her three seater sofa. The last words I register are “so you can take it and make it a two seater?” Only now realizing the shit that I have gotten myself into as I set body to autopilot and cursing my self for doing so in a space with in 50 feet of my family. Sighing inwardly I nod and smile up at her spouting off
“of course Grandma who do you think I am?”
Knowing that its probably not a worse task than designing your own lift for suspension bondage. Out of the peripheral of my half aware state I hear some fashion of an elderly squeal that sounds more like a dying klaxon alarm than any expression of joy. Being the only capable human in the house intitled me to such fun tasks as anything from changing remote batteries to turning a three seater reclining sofa into a two seater reclining love seater. Hooray for me, not really. Between taking 5 college classes being the only one who brings in money to the house and them. I barely had time to breath, but I always made time for her. For my Sprite and my my look at the time it was about time for me to go see her and give her a lesson I’ve been waiting to give her. Sprite has always had an interest in being a slave. We tried it once; kinda, when she was younger but it didn’t quite work out. Turns out unless you strap a 16yearold to a wooden x and face fuck them into submission they don’t tend to listen to you. Well now shes older and we are trying again.
The drive is always the hardest for me. The throbbing boner, the nervous stomach that threatens to present itself all over the sidewalk, the awkward silence as I drive not even listening to the radio let alone have the radio on. Finally I get to where we decided to meet up. I had reserved a room at a motel 6. I know not exactly classy or great but its all I can afford on $10 part time with literally half my check going to my ‘house.’ I had set up a pass code with the manager so that Sprite could get a key. She should be waiting for me in the room. She always had some sort of surprise planned for me. I loved that. Our first meeting I walked in to find her lying naked facing me on top of the bed. Her eyes screaming silently “RAPE ME MY MASTER MAKE ME YOUR BITCH SLAVE!!!!!!!” and I had done just that. And quite adequately for a virgin at the time. To this day her eyes shone with the same awe and passion as they did the first time. I think that is what excited me the most about her. Parking my 1990 Carola I climb out of the front seat and stretch a little. Getting my usual looks of ‘how did he fit in there?’ Ignoring them I walked over to the managers window and gave the dry and dreary attendant the pass code. To which I was presented my key. Room 206 top corner unit. After the first time I learned to limit the number of people around us. A sly look from the attendant gave it away that the first time we were lucky that Alfred (the man she was living with) didn’t hear her screaming ‘FUCK ME MASTER!’
I slowly slide the key into the hole. Noting the foreshadowing for what was about to happen that existed in this simple and daily exercise. Slowly swinging open the plywood door. Watching the edge travel in its predestined arc revealing more of the land beyond its square arch with ever inch it traveled. There in the middle of the room knelt my prize. Something I spent every night fantasizing about. Though this was a first. No surprise, she always had a surprise for me, today must have been extremely hard to get away from Alfred. I felt a little anger spur inside of me at the idea that he and his family watched her like a hawk as if she were some psycho serial killer waiting to break lose of her facilities and start a rampage. That wasn’t and isn’t the Sprite I know. The tender loving, compassionate, and kind side that so few people got to see. Pushing my feelings about Alfey out of my mind to keep them form souring my sweet treat before me I strode over to sprite. Letting the lightly door close with a small breeze.
Sprite knelt in front of me, sitting on her heels. Her knees roughly two feet apart so as not to obstruct her beautiful looking shaven pussy. Her arms where folded behind her back fingers touching her elbows so as to accentuate her chest and torso. Her beautiful pink nickle sized nipple stood erect and hard showing that her mind was at work playing scenarios of what was going to happen today. Along with hard nipples always came a soaked pussy. I half glided around her as if she where a lioness I captured on safari. She was my Sprite my nimble quarry and I planned to have my utmost fun with her.
Silently I crouched down behind her whispering softly in my deep voice.
“I missed you Sprite.” kissing her ear gently
“I missed you to my Master” she did her best to suppress a shiver.
I could tell that she was aching between her legs and needed relief. That was something that I planned to give her after mass amounts of teasing and training. I stood up and walked to her front. Without being prompted she moved from her position knowing exactly what I wanted. She undid my belt and button then unzipped my pants letting them fall to the ground. A sigh of relief came from me as my hard no longer pressed against the harsh inside of the zipper. Even though my boxer briefs the zipper stabbed and raked at the head of my cock. Sprite gently tugged my undergarment down letting it fall ontop of my pants. My throbbing manhood completely exposed to her now. She gently reached up not able to stop her fascination with pleasing me. I encouraged her to act on her own as long as she wasn’t in punishment or breaking the rules. Her soft hands gently slid across my underside and balls. The lust boiling behind her eyes. I could see her want her need to have me jammed in any hole I wanted. Exactly the look I loved. Sprite gripped my shaft and began stroking my cock. She knew I had been saving up for a few days. I’m not sure but I’m almost positive she loves to make me cum. A very good trait for a slave in my book. Her fingers rubbed from base to head with a gentle grip. Her wrist giving a little flick at the end making me twitch a little each time. As her one hand worked my shaft and head the other wasted no time gathering her own juice on her finger tips. I saw this and raised an eyebrow. Sprite had been instructed not to cum until I approved. Which had proven difficult for her since Alfey loves to fuck her as much as I do. Sprite smiles mischievously as she takes her dripping fingers and applies her juices to my balls. I feel myself relax gently against the slick feeling of her hand fondling my sac. I look down at her and see her passion as she stares down the length of my cock. Sprite had never found the taste of a man pleasing. Something I planned to change. I saw her try to work up the courage to take me into her mouth. Fearful that she might mess up. I stroked her hair. Something I did as a reassurance more than a command. Sprite smiled at me and switched hands. The drying juices produced a rather kinky sticky texture to which excited my throbbing need even more. The lack of release over the past few days in addition to teasing her constantly when ever I could made me very sensitive to her expert technique. Tensing stiff I managed to prolong my inevitable eruption only a few strokes longer. Under her masterful hands there was no way I could hold myself back. Sprite hated things on her face other than water so she quickly jerked down. Earning a wince from me at the sudden force.
Sprite whimpered now having been covered in my thick jizzim, having been horny since the word go, and knowing she was in for punishment. I smirked evilly as I she looked up at me.
“open your mouth Sprite”
Hesitating for a split second she did so sticking out her tongue. Part of today’s training was really more of a psychological one. Associating pleasure/’good’ with cum. Namely a good taste with cum. With out risking to much to fast I wiped a small amount from her left nipple as it threatened to fall to the floor. The humiliation of licking my cum from the floor/sheets would have to come after she craved the taste. I gently pressed the cum to the center of her tongue. A good spot to start since mentally she knows its there however the miracle of the tongue is that its devised up into different sections each specifically assigned to a single sensation. Sweet, bitter, salty, umame (savory/earthy) and sour. With 80%of the tongue dedicated to salty. However the center of the tongue is used for virtually no specific taste.
“close your mouth Sprite” I commanded
Doing so she looked down. I could see that she was contemplating what to think of what I placed in her mouth. I smiled to myself as her gaze was shifted away from me. It was working. I frowned as her gaze shifted back up to me. I looked into her eyes and saw what I was looking for. The single light of ‘this isn’t bad’ giving her a smile to reinforce the though I saw it balloon a little.
“stand and bend over slave” she did so realizing that she was still in punishment.
My eyes traveled over her bent over form. The beautiful curves that her ass made as each cheek flowed into gorgeous thighs. There it was. She hadn’t forgotten my surprise.
To Be Continued
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The most eventful Mukuneiu to date. Don’t worry, I won’t kill this off like I did with Revenge! Expect plenty more of this series.