A Long awaited Storm

Reality:

Many months have passed since I first started roaming the world, looking for beautiful women and trouble. Though, most times it would seem those two go hand in hand. As normally though, I am back in my star-bucks and watching the ever present barista’s make brews of every flavor possible. I knew who I wanted to see this day, though she had, as of yet, not presented herself. Many times she ha come in, waved at  me and smiled so sweetly. I could only wonder what lay beneath the surface of a mother with such lovely lines and curves. Blond hair, soft twists of curl, but not such as a French poodle. A bit of brown mixed into the blond. I had no idea how old she was, it would seem on Earth, asking such things of a woman would get you in hot water, and though I do like it hot, I was not sure I wanted it in this instance. I was sure she worked on the college campus, though again, not sure what she actually did. I knew she was married an had a son. I could hear the angles telling me to leave this one alone, but I am a demon, and I must play.

I only knew what I had observed with this one. She seemed, more or less, like a woman who should have been happy with her life, though there always seemed to be something missing when she smiled at me. She knew only what my echo allowed her to know. I was a young bi-gender who came to campus to write erotic stories. Had spoken with her only once. Given her a business card and told her of my writings. She took it lightly, though showed much more interest under the surface. Since then, she had come and gone while I sat drinking my coffee. Smiling at me, even waving, though this could just be a human way of being polite, I had to wonder about a darker possibility. Could she be lonely, could she need someone to respire the ember between her thy’s could she simply want to fall into a drenching rain with no worries about the consequences of her actions? maybe. As it were, she had not come in today and I could only dream in the darkest of places, the twists and turns of dark sexual desires. I wanted to feel her body on mine, wanted to feel the rush of energy as she got closer to the drenching storm. I knew what I wanted, I knew what all woman wanted, though I did not care about the human problems in-between. would she submit to the needs between her legs? Would she submit to the space within her lacking passion and desire? One could only dream, one could only dream.

Something Else:

The day had been a long one, the sky over head was a pure blue, with the ever present clouds. the world had changed since the collapse, and I was in no mood to deal with any kind of nonsense today.  She had come for the council meeting, and she had come with sex on her mind. I could not argue with her need. She was, after all, a beautiful woman. Young forties maybe, and a mother, but still ripe for the picking for any willing to take control of her. I was going to be such a one, this day. I had kept my thoughts to myself all the years I had known her. I had never once told her, or even hinted about the sexual desires I had for her in the dark shadows of the morning. I had lost the woman I loved, years ago, when the world government had collapsed. Now, she and I were on the same side, the same side as many others. Trying to rebuild a world we could pass on to our children. I knew she was already taken, but their lives kept them so busy, he never even saw her any more. I would watch her from across the room and wonder what color panties she was wearing. Wonder if they were lace or satin. Wonder if she would mind me tearing them from her body in a fit of dark passionate desire? I had sat and wondered such things for far too long. I knew what I wanted. I saw what she allowed the world to see and I knew she was not going to get it form home, ever again. He had his son, he had his life and she was only the woman who had given it to him. Stupid man, to waste such desire and willingness of a woman. I had to find a way to get her totally alone. I had to find my way in, so she also knew of my desires for her.

Jade was how I saw her, though her name was something much less interesting. I saw her on her knees, on her back and on her side, dripping with need, my cock plunging deep in her sex, every time she would pull a breath in to scream! Jade, was going to be mine this afternoon, and I was going to leave a mark she would never forget. I wanted to toss her against a wall, somewhere away from preying eyes, remover her clothing, some she would be able to wear again, some she would not. I wanted to thrust my  hand down her panties, find the slice of life between her legs and in-tangle  my fingers deep within her. I wanted to hear her moan, wanted to push her.

“Thomas, where are you headed for lunch? Would you like company, I am without a companion today.”

I had not heard her come up behind me. The one woman I gave my total attention to daily, and she had snuck up behind me, now asking me to lunch. I could hardly believe my luck, but then maybe the universe knew she wanted something more then editable food. I could only hope she needed to be fed, both sets of lips I mean. As it were, I hd no planes for lunch hour, so this would work out quite well.

“Honestly I would love to spend lunch with you. Did you have anything in mind, or shall we just walk the grounds?”

Her voice told me she was a darker woman, then I had ever guessed at.

“Oh now, I think you and I can find something to do with our time. I assume you are not taken in any way?”

The hint in her question led me to think I may be the one getting more then I bargained for this lunch hour. She came over, took me by the arm and made for the gardens across the complex. It was the only thing out here, minus the transport pad, and there would be no ships coming or leaving this time of the afternoon. As we walked across the launch pad, I felt her hand slide over my ass, and I could not stop the immediate response of my cock hardening below my pants. I knew this was heading to dark areas, when she stopped, just the opposite side of a large tree and pushed me against the tree. Her eyes had gone mad with need, and the moment I had dreamed of, for too many years had come. I was ready, or thought I was, for anything she wanted. I could only imagine how much she had planed this out, since I had never taken any notice of her desires for me. The game would continue till one or both of us got everything we were looking for. Her voice, again told me of deep longings she had kept locked away.

“So, you think you are the only one who can keep a secret, do you? I have seen you watching me for three years. Watched you shy away from every chance to take and use me in any way you could ever want. But then, you do nothing. You only watch, only sit in your seat and dream, well today you will find out just how much I have needed your cock, your male grip and your will to bind me to the ground and use me!”

“I think you may be the one who is going to be in control, you are pinning me to the tree, at this moment.”

“You think this is some kind of game, do you? Do you think I have laid in bed at night wanted to be fucked and used like a younger woman only to have you mock me? Damn you, do you not see a woman in need of your attention?”

I must say, this was a side of her I never thought could exist. She always spoke of her loving husband and her son, but now, she was standing in front of me, holding me to a tree saying I should have taken and used her years ago! Something broke in me, at that moment. All the concerns with what the world may think. What her husband may do, should he find out, and everyone else who would notice the difference between us no longer mattered. I was going to get what I wanted, what she needed and what we both desired, and I was going to start now! I pushed myself off the tree, pushing her away from me, as I did so. The look in her eyes told me I was not going to be disappointed. We walked to the far side of the gardens, always touching each other. I could not help but to notice how her ass bounced from one side to the other as she walked. The slight creese in her pants from her panty line, or the hardness of myself. I could hardly wait by the time we got past the high hedge. I had thought to act first, but not fast enough.

“Now you give me everything I need!”

She grabbed me, tossed me to the ground and very quickly removed her top. Not minding that she tore the buttons off. Her purple lace bra gave me ample sight of her breasts. I knew what I wanted. And knew how to defend myself, in times when it mattered. I kicked her legs out form under her, knocking her to the ground and I rolled over to gain the upper hand. She looked at me in surprise, though I wasted little time enjoying her almost bare breasts. I reached for her lace bra and pulled forward with great and fierce need. It tore free of her body, right as the first, I hopped of many, moans escaped her lips. Her face was perfect, beautiful and soft. I had fallen to those eyes long ago, but now, something darker was taking over, and my will had changed. Without giving it a second thought, I pulled back and slapped her face with and open hand. Knocking her head to one side. The sound, harsh but amazing brought new growth to my swollen cock. Again I slapped her, and again. Every time her eyes going wide with desire and the flash of pain. I started to feel moisture under my ass, and I knew she was preparing her cunt for a using she would never forget. I stood up, standing with legs on both side of her and looked down at my waiting prey. I was feeling odd, evil and odd all the same. I wanted to hurt her, not just enjoy her body. I wanted to make her feel pain in ways I had never dreamed of. Kicking off my shoes, as if I were home in my own room, I quickly removed my socks as well. Now, standing above her, I made ready to remove my paints and boxers. The day was warm, and I had known what I wanted when I left home. After my pants were off, I found myself already nude, realizing I had forgone with the boxers this morning, while thinking of Jade.

I could only smile, looking down at her. Face red and partially swollen from my attack. I knew she was now mine to play with. She was not fighting me, nor was she complaining in any way. I lifted my right foot, and placed it on her face, forcing it to one side, smashing her cheeks in the dirt below her head. I loved standing above her, knowing she was now under my complete control. But there was simply not enough sound, no worries, this could be fixed. I knelt down over her cunt, already dripping with need and heat. Took a firm hold of her breasts, now partially covered in dirt and twigs. I was just about ready to hurt her when she made the mistake of opening hr mouth.

“You know, I can be used much better if you allow me to sit up?”

Not knowing what had come over me, I , again, reached back and slapped her face, much harder this time then before. I leaned over here face, with my own so she could not look away.

“You will do exactly what I tell you to. You will be everything I tell you to be and you will not open your filthy mouth to speak again, unless I give you permission to do so. Is that completely clear! Stupid whore. You are my property now, I will use you in every and any way I desire. If you do not get full enjoyment out of my choices for you, then I will just beat you when we finish!”

Her eyes went wide with awareness, hearing my tone, now knowing I was loosing control of my person to my dark desires. I retook hold of her breasts and pulled, twisting them and pinching her nipples as I did so. A scream escaped her lips this time, the moans coming and going as I continued. I needed more, needed her to feel everything ounce of desire I had ever had for her. I slapped her face again, and dove my face between her open legs. She was already dripping from the physical shock to her body and now my tongue found its way across her clit, down over her lips and into there waiting cunt. One moan, two and then three. I sucked and licked her slit till my face was covered in her excitement. She was now the object of my every need, I would fill her and use her till I was satisfied she would be mine! I had not noticed her hands coming round my hips to grab hold of my bulging cock. When she had it in her hand, I was not the only one playing a sadistic game this day. Her finger nails dug into my foreskin and I could only gasp in the delight and pain she brought forth. I wanted to fuck her and fuck her now! She refused to let go my cock and slid her body under mine. Opening her mouth to take every inch of me into her open lips. I leaned backwards enjoying the heat and wet of her open mouth. Her tongue slipping over my head and allowing the first drops of pleasure to escape me. She ground her teeth, gently over my shaft, sucking and licking me while she did so. Every part of me was on fire now. Every part of me finding greater and greater need from the woman below me. Nothing could stop the event she and I were now thrust into. Nothing could, and nothing would.

When I could no longer keep myself from exploding in her mouth, not wanting any to spill out, I ripped my cock from her lips, stood above her once again and rolled her face and tits into the dirt. I pressed myself against her ass, so beautifully braced for my entrance. I pushed ever so gently on her open cunt, warning her of my coming. an then, all at once, rearing back I slammed myself into her, pushing forcefully till I hit the bak wall of her sex. She screamed and clawed at the dirt on the ground as I fucked her open whole. I came the first time, as she did the same. We moved as one, but I was still on top, she rolled to her left, forcing me off an climbed atop me like mounting some animal. She rocked her hips, back and forth side to side till I could only cry out in pain and sweet agony. I no longer had any control, she pinned my arms above my head, clawed at my chest and took her turn slapping my face. Though she did not stop there. Leaning forward she took my own nipples in her teeth, and not so gently as I would have liked, bit down an pulled. Again I could only cry out, though this time only in pain. Her laughter filled my mind and ears as she let go my nipples. I knew I was bleeding, though she did not seem to care. I thought she had taken her fill of me, when she started to climb off my used cock. I was not prepared for her next move. She grabbed hold of my cock under her cunt and positioned it below her ass. I had only dreamed of fucking her in the ass, but now, she as going to be the one fucking the ass I had long drooled over. I felt myself slip past the tight outer opening and into the inner area where I could slid back and forth. More and more of my cock entered her ass, till at long last I was completely a part of her, and she I. A storm was brewing below my cock, and her will was waning from the use of her every sense. I needed one last thing, before the storm broke. I ripped myself from her ass, and stood next to her, painting though smiling the same.

“It would seem, we both had needs to fill this day. It would also seem, you are not any kind of innocent I might have thought before now. So can you take the pain as well?”

I slapped her face, one last time, knocking her to the dirt! I put my foot between her legs and slid and kicked her into the tree. Her elbows holding her off the ground in the perfect position to finish my need. I held up her ass, till it was open for my use. I slammed myself down into her raw cavity, and wrapped my finger around her neck at the same moment. No longer able to breath, she gasped for air as I fucked her raw and screaming. I no longer cared who heard us. I no longer cared if I hurt her, or myself. The flood was coming and Then it broke. Not only my orgasm within her, but the clouds above us opened and flooded the ground in sweet cold summer rain. Within moments we were both drenched from a mixture of come and rain. the clouds went dark, and our moods seemed to match. Lightening arched across the sky as I fucked her ever harder. Her screams turned cold as I used her past any level of comfort. My mind fell to the same place as I knew We had gone too far. I too screamed as I tried to free my cock from her body, now knowing it too had been used far too much. Raw and possibly torn from the fierce fuck I fell to the muddy ground next to her. Both bodies spent and no longer having the energy to move or keep from being covered in mud and cold rain, we both fell to black silence.

Voices across the yard alerted us both that we may have stayed missing for far too long. the sky above us had cleared and the sun, again shown down on two bruised and fucked bodies. I heard the voice of the first speaker, and the orders being given to search the grounds. I knew we could not get dressed fast enough, so I pulled on my pants and shirt, helped Jade with what remained of her blouse and skirt only now covered completely in mud. We sat below the tree not able to move. Not able to flee, ready to deal with whatever came next.

To our surprise, Anna’bell Cross, another woman we both knew, seemed to have taken a good position behind us, some time before to watch us thrash each other. She walked around the hedge, and smiled as we both laid eyes on her. She had two sets of dry clothing in her hands, and a smile crossing her face. She had tried to gain my attention some months before, but I never knew she would stalk me. She walked up to us both and smiled.

“It would seem you both are in need of dry clothing, and a good story to explain why you are late for the second half of our day. As it is, I can supply you with both, but I want something in return, from both of you!”

Jade and I both nodded, though this was not the simple answer Anna’bell wanted. She knelt down next to me, took hold of my cock already in pain, and pulled. I ground and almost screamed, though she covered my lips, looking in the direction of the approaching guards. I knew only one word would give her what she wanted, so I spoke it.

“Anything!”

“Thats a good man, now you, I think your cunt and breasts will be quite enjoyable to use this time tomorrow, do you not think?”

Jade looked as if she had been struck in the face, though she too had little choice. It would seem Anna’bell was wanting to play the next round and she was holding all the cards, so to speak. Jade also accepted the terms as we were both passed dry clothing. As we became  clothed adults, once again, we stood together, and made for the meeting hall. Two guards saw us and ran to our side.

“Are you three alright, we have been searching for you since you did not show up for second session.”

Anna’bell was the one to answer, and I was one to allow her too continue.

“It would seem they got caught on the far side of the gardens in the rain storm. The small stone arch was the only place they were able to find cover as the rains came down. On their way back we all tripped over the other. and now, as you can see, we are making our way back to the gathering. There is much left to do this day, don’t you think officer? perhaps tomorrow will bring more storms.”

Everything she said, every motion she made was exactly what they need to allow us to proceed on. When we reached the council center once again, we both, Jade and I gave a warm embrace to Anna and we all proceeded indoors. The day came to a close, and as everyone had expected the gathering was extended for another day. Out on the launch pad, we all met and took looks in the others direction. I knew what was coming tomorrow, Jade knew she was already in pain from today, but Anna was the surprise neither of us had expected. I boarded my transport and lost sight of the two woman as they boarded their own ships home. I looked to the sky and wondered if it would storm again tomorrow, and if so, who would we add to the mix when it did?

Reality:

I came too just as Amanda touched my arm. I must have fallen asleep in the arm chair in Star bucks. I could hardly remember the reality I was a part of. All I could remember was my afternoon with Jade and Anna’bell. But reality was quickly setting in and I knew I had my own life to life. Would tomorrow bring another restful dream of a woman I could only have while asleep? We left the coffee shop and campus, though I had the feeling that my dream was something more then just simple REM. All the way home I wanted to sleep again, but a loving wife and twist of reality kept me alert.

Bound By Blood

Somewhere between being fucked and being whipped, Amelia passed out from sheer exhaustion. Her mind had gone numb and her body was little more than a flesh toy for Michael to amuse himself with. The other girls had gone to bed, some hours before, but Michael had been determined to not only use Amelia, but break any part of her who may try to rebel in the future. When he finally decided he had made his point, he pushed her to the floor, and left her dorm. Amelia knew this was not a situation she was going to be able to simply walk away from. When she woke the following morning, she went to take a shower and found herself crying as the water washed over her. To her overall amazement, she was not completely covered by bruises. The places she had been whipped and beaten were already completely healed, an though there was pain, there was no visible record of any of last nights events. Going to pick up a razor, she noticed all the tips of her fingers, were sore, very sore. Looking closer she noticed her finger’s had all been pricked over and over. This was not something she could remember. Her hands had been on the floor, in a futile attempt to hold her body up. There was no way she could have had her fingers pricked for blood, in that position. Not unless Michael was much more of a witch then she could ever imagine. She tried not to think too much about it. She needed to get clean and ready for a day of classes. By the time she climbed out of the shower, it was well past seven thirty and her eight o clock class was quickly approaching. She returned to her room, and tried not to wake Meghan. At this point she knew the girl did not care about her, at all, but she did not want to wake her, all the same.

It looked as if it were going to be a warm day, and in that thinking she decided on a silk sun dress. She knew if she ran across Michael she would have to play his little whore, but she was not going to be uncomfortable all day, because she did not want to have to deal with him. A pair of beach sandals and out the door, after grabbing her bag. It occurred to her, she had not gotten any homework done this past weekend. Not with the ceremony and being taken as a slut. She had never not done her work, and this was not going to be the first time. She thought back to her last class on Thursday and remembered the assignment. She also went over all the lecture notes she could remember in her head. By the time she arrived in the classroom, she had gone completely over last weeks lessons. To her relief, no one else had come to class yet an she pulled out her book and computer and did the simple assignment assigned to her. They were talking about woman rights in the United States. This topic seemed almost stupid after the night she had just gone through. She knew very few, if any knew of her real status at this school, well except for Michael, and his family now.

Her first class started, on time and when it had finished, she was the last to leave the room. The professor, always more then happy with her work came over to speak with her.

“Amelia, you seem rather distant today. Is everything alright dear?”

She knew she could not trust this woman, though she wanted too. She had to continue to make the world believe she was the same person as last week. Taking a deep breath, she answered as calmly as she could muster.

“Yes professor, it was a long weekend and family issues always seem to be present, even when you are this far from home.”

“Well you make sure to talk to someone if you are having problems. We don’t want you leaving the school, I think certain young men would be very upset, if you tried to do such a thing.”

Amelia, looked at her professor in the eyes, and started to cry. The woman looked back at her and smiled a vicious smile, making sure Amelia realized she knew everything that had happened this weekend. The tears kept falling, and this only gave the professor more enjoyment.

“Now dear, did you really think young Michael was the only one here who was ready to see your family fall to our graces this year. No dear, we have been waiting for you for many years. And now look, you are becoming a perfect little sex slave, just as your dear aunt will be soon! I think Michael would like to see you for breakfast. I would go and not upset him, if I were you.”

Amelia could hardly breath as she left the classroom. She had worried about Michael’s family this morning, but it never occurred to her that they all could work for the school. She left the building and though she had planned to go study, it would not seem she had been summoned to breakfast. She did not want to deal with him this early, but she also did not know what would happen should she disobey. Her professors last words hung in her mind as she walked to the student center. “just as your dear aunt will be soon.” How could this family think they were going to enslave her whole family and not be challenged? Would her family back home allow this to happen? Could they do anything about it from that distance? Her mother had always told her, she would be under coven protection, no matter where she went. All she had to do was call for help and help would come. It was a simple spell, though it would require blood and she feared if she used blood, it would alert Michael to her doings. As she continued to think, her right hand felt for the bracelet of pins, that should have been around her left arm, but it was missing. A feeling of fear mixed with pain fell over her. She had been taught to never allow others to take her power, but she had never been taught how to defend against an entire family either.

She entered the student union and felt as if every set of eyes were looking her way. Could they all know what was going on? Could everyone on this campus be on his side? A chill of fear ran down her spine. She stumbled and almost fell in front of Star-Bucks. A single hand caught her before she hit the floor. It was the only hand she wanted off of her this day, Michael’s. He drew her up with little to no problem. She was so small, after all. He pulled her to her feet and smiled when she realized he was in complete control of her and the situation.

“I see you got my aunt’s message. I did want to make sure you were all right after your long night. Meghan said you came and went this morning with little to no sound. That is kind of you to think of their needs, seeing how they wore themselves out beating you last night. I must say, I did not think you would come to class today, I had hoped I had made it clear you are not to do anything without my permission. You are, after all, my property now. Have you nothing to say slave? I would think you would want to avoid being punished again, after last night and all.”

She looked him in the eyes and made no sign to give in to his words or actions. There had to be others in the school who had nothing to do with his little plan. He could not hold the entire school under his spell, and she was determined to find out. She answered him and in kind tore her arm away from his grip, much to his displeasure.

“I am not now, nor will I ever be your slave. I am not a slave to any man or woman, so if you think that is going to be a daily event, you are completely wrong! Keep your hands off of me and stay the fuck away, do you hear me? I am not frightened of you or your stupid family. I will not be herded like some animal.  If you want me in your presence, you will have to earn it, like everyone else.”

She finished to find every eye in the place looking at her as if she were completely mad! Michael was looking at her as if he was going to beat her, right then and there. He did, in her sight, reach for a pin on her bracelet he now wore. Taking the pin, he grabbed her finger, and pricked it very deeply. Blood pooled and ran over her hand. The pain from the prick was almost unbearable. Amelia gasped as the blood began to flow. She could feel the power from her blood giving her courage, though this was not the reason Michael had pricked her. He took her hand and allowed her blood to drip on to him. He then closed his eyes and spoke a single word.

“Slave!”

Having no choice in her own body, and how it responded to him, she fell to her knees. As she hit the floor, pain surged around her an caused her vision to blur. Pain took her and reminded her of last night. Although she was now, clearly in the student union, she could see two sets of events happening around her at the same time. One was the students now watching Michael making his slave obey, and the other was of her being whipped and fucked almost to death last night. Her cunt ebbed in pain and her nipples fallowed from the whipping. Tears filled her eyes, and all but the sight of her new master cleared before her. He was smiling down on her. Head tilted to one side, in curiosity. The other students had gone back to their own lives, but the occasional student looked at Amelia and laughed. He was not finished making a spectacle of her yet. He stepped back, and rose his right hand. He brought it down open fingers and slapped her face in plain sight of all present. Again her tears fell from her eyes. She no longer tried to show being strong. She now knew he could and would do anything he desired to her, even in plain view of the world. She felt her blood pinning her to the floor. She realized in a single instant that her own blood had been used, not his, to bind her as his slave. Fear for herself and her aunt filled her entire being.

How could this be possible? How had another witch, a male been taught to use her blood to bind her? How and who had given him the knowledge to do this? His laugh brought her out of her own thoughts, and his laugh also brought wave after wave of sexual pain between her legs. She forced herself to look up at him. Look into those eyes who had taken such enjoyment is beating and fucking her last night. She hated everything about him. Even more so because she had no idea how to fight him. Her finger still bled and she would take this one chance, no matter the consequences to call for help through her blood. She wanted to strike out at him, but only could think of one way. It was forbidden to strike another witch, but she no longer cared about rules taught as a child. She pooled as much blood in her hand, as she could, reached out to his leg, closed her eyes and in one second did many things. Called her family for help, sent a warning to her aunt, and slammed every bit of pain and suffering he had caused her back his way. This she sent to his cock, making sure to focus on her pain, not his pleasure. She had never cast a pain spell before. She had never thought to only harm one with the power trapped in her blood. The reaction to this spell was instantaneous.

Michael fell to the floor screaming in pain and torment. Every time he tried to break free of her spell, he was forced to the floor again and again. Amelia, was able for the first time to rise to her feet an look down on him, for a change. Others in the building looked at her eyes wide in awe. It was clear no one had ever struck back at him, till now. Amelia took back her bracelet from him and removed a single pin. One she had been warned to never use unless in dire need. It was from Italy, from the home of her ancestors. It had been blessed with the blood of her families past. All the power, all the abilities, all the knowledge. It could only prick one place on her body, and from there all the women in the world would hear her call. Would feel her pain and answer that call. Michael was still twisting in agony on the floor. She saw the look on his face in the second he took to redirect to her. He was burning in pain, but even Amelia knew it would not last forever. He would break this spell, and she had to finish what she had started.

The pin was already red from the blood of her family, but soon it would fill her entire being. Holding the pin in her right hand, she lifted it to the sun, shining above her and spoke clearly, and brought it down over her heart.

“Present, past, future, forever. Hear me!”

She did not simply prick her chest, she pushed the pin all the way to its end. The pain was beyond anything she had ever suffered. Even her usage of last night could not compared now. The very tip found her heart, and when it entered, the response to her call came with the force of a bomb! It knocked her of her feet, slammed her to the floor and opened her mind to every presence in her family; past, present and future. Thousands of minds linked with hers and thousands of will’s bleed into her soul. She felt her mother as she ran from a meeting back home. She felt her sister, even though she had not yet completed the blood binding. She felt her aunts and family across the ocean and time. All came to her and all gave her strength. Power flowed from behind her as well, turning she was why. Lisa stood behind her, hands held high ready to kill Michael where he lay screaming. Lisa looked to her niece and assured her that never again would she fall to his will or hand. Her following words brought the deepest relief to Amelia’s heart.

“Your call is heard, our answer will be swift. If you have ever wondered about to full power of your family, you are about to witness it. Are you alright?”

Amelia could still feel the pin pushed into her chest. She knew the call had been sent across the world and they would come in defense of her. Her fear was in the binding she now faced to Michael.  Lisa took a moment to address her unasked question.

“His use of your blood is against the highest law to all who practice the craft. Though you have never been made aware of it, till now, our family is not the last who still live the old lifestyle. Many hundreds of years ago, his great grandmother broke another law, when she decided to teach craft to the men of her bloodline. Since then, their family had been at war with our own. May you ever forgive us for bringing you into the middle of this and not telling you the truth. We had hoped, you would have been strong enough to handle Michael on your own. It would appear, we greatly under estimated him and his desire to control you. Can you ever forgive me?”

Amelia sat and listened to her aunt tell her they had known about the threat to herself, and not told her. She knew since she was the latest blood holder, she was supposed to be the most powerful in her family. The tip of the pyramid, so to speak. She tried not to be angry with them, when she realized Michael had known about her all the time. He had been preparing to attack her, and hurt her. Everything her family had done, vanished in that instant. He had been chasing her, herding her to his desires knowing he would be the one to hurt her. Again, something seemed to break free within her. Again she wanted to break rules herself and punish him, like no other. A great force of power walked through the door and she found herself face to face with Michael’s uncle, along with many other men, she did not recognize. She could only guess these were his family come to aid him. Their faces were not forgiving, more we’re there actions. It would seem the Tabbis family had taken themselves out of the rule book, so to speak. They looked for one person to focus, on, and though Amelia thought it would be her, she saw the truth of who they blamed, in their stare. Lisa was the target they wanted, and though she knew much less then her aunt, she got up and stood between them and Lisa. Even Lisa was shocked by this action and stepped forward to stand next to her niece. Amelia felt a strange tingle in her mind right before she heard Lisa’s voice flood everything else out.

“Just stand your ground, the rest are coming, it will not be long, then we will not stand alone. Do not attack them, just stand your ground. Understand?”

She replied with a nod and put her attention back to the men before them. A single voice broke through all the other noise in the room. A voice and words directed completely at Amelia.

“You stupid fucking whore! I will kill you for that. Do you think your little aunt is enough to stand against the men of our family. You will both find yourself on your knees soon enough. I am going to be happy to repay you for that last, you bitch!”

Amelia tried to step closer to Lisa before she realized she was already on top of her. Lisa stood her ground and smiled at the men, now standing before her. A smile telling them more trouble then they would ever be able to handle was on its way. Lisa had never been in enough danger to use the red pin. She had personally feared the pain that would come with that spell. She looked at the youth next to her and smiled again with respect for her courage. Amelia was not paying much attention to Lisa, she could only focus on the four men before her. Them and Michael, not getting to his feet. He stumbled over to his family, looking as if he had been beaten to death. the one thing Amelia’s spell had not done to him, was hold back the bruising the physical pain would now show. His entire body was black and blue, he shook from the beating he had given her last night and she could only imagine how much pain was between his legs. She knew he would not be fucking or hurting her this night, that was for sure. Or so she thought. His uncle placed his hand on his nephew and mumbled below his breath. A flash filled the room, then when gone, it showed a completely healed Michael.

Michaels hands were now glowing, and the smile he had worn earlier was now back. He looked at Amelia as if he wanted to bend her over and fuck and beat her at the very moment. A young man next to him, lifted his hands, spoke a single word an the room erupted in lightening.  The first strike, of many to come down fully on Lisa. Amelia brought up her own mental shielding just before the strike hit home. It landed her on the floor, and when she looked up, shaken by the blast, the other three men were in the process of doing the very same. Lightening arched in every direction, many hitting their marks and forcing Lisa to the floor, next to Amelia. She knew she had been told to only block, not to attack, but the hatred in her was growing out of control. Another flash of light, though this time bright red, not white of lightening arched from Michaels outstretched hands. This blast hit both women in the same moment. It brought burning and pain past any shields either woman could hold up. Amelia was screaming when she realized he was using her dried blood to produce the energy to attack them both. Energy her body could not fight off. Her first scream filled the room. Her second the school grounds. She was sure if she screamed again, it would ring true in the ears of all life on Earth. Amelia looked over to Lisa, and saw her aunt smile, and nod. Lisa looked at their attackers and laughed.

“Here they come boy’, here they come!”

Lisa was much older then Amelia, but she had never seen any member of her family actually build a gate portal. She knew it was within their power, but it also cost the architect a massive amount of personal energy. Energy that would be hard to replace in a battle. Both women felt the air around them start to crackle with energy. It came from all directions, not only one spot. This was enough to confuse even Lisa, but Amelia looked to her aunt and smile. She had the most up to date knowledge of the family, she just did not have the experience to use it. She knew about the entrance that was coming. She knew how it would look from this end, thought the men in front of them had no idea what was coming. The energy continued to build, and the room started to shake. The few students left, who had not already fled the building moved to the walls for some kind of safety. I looked from Lisa to the men standing in front of us, arms still upheld. They seemed to think it as some trick, that was until a single perfect white sphere erupted out of nowhere to hover in the middle of the room. Ten feet from any wall, and about six feet off the floor. It only hovered an instant. Enough time to allow someone on this side to know it was coming. It quickly grew in size and when it was fully formed it was a glowing sphere of white, yellow and blue. It shown bright as if a beacon to any who may need help. I knew without knowing I had to walk over and touch it, to finish the transition from one place to this one.

A single step towards the sphere alerted the Tabbis family and they, in turn sent another wave at me, and only me. I ran for the sphere, and just as the first bold of lightening hit me, I reached the sphere. It settled to the floor, and women poured out of it from all directions. Filling the entirety of the room. Mother, grandmother, sisters aunts great aunt and more from families I knew little to nothing of. More and more poured out till the last three came through, hands still held high holding the gate in place. Once on this side, they dropped their hands, turned away from the sphere an it imploded on its self. A single bright flash was all it took, and the unaware Tabbis men were now faces with more then a hundred angry and ready to fight of coven Etcher. More then one bolt had hit me in my path to the gate. I was on the floor an I knew I was not going to be moving any time soon. Mother walked over to me, looked at the men to her right and spoke plainly, but forcefully.

“I would like to know which of you felt it prudent to attack my daughter, while her back was turned to you? I would also like to know which of you scum is Michael, so I might remove your head from shoulders.”

None of the men moved or spoke, but Michael. He seemed to be deluded to think they were still in control of the situation. Mother seemed to realize who he was and made is clear she would never again allow anyone to harm me. Placing her hands on me, followed by several other coven members I felt life, warmth and strength flow into my being. As they held to me, I found the strength to rise and stand face to face with Michael himself. My will had returned and my anger doubled. They had meant to kill me, not wound me. After everything he had done the night before, he now wanted me dead. A single pin, he removed from his shirt, and I saw it still had bits of my dried blood covering it. I knew the power stored within that blood and before I could act, a word a gesture and my body was pinned to the floor. My lungs screaming in torment, and my sex feeling as if it were being torn apart. Looking from Michael to my family, I was too embarrassed to deal with the shame of what I had allowed him to do to me. I was still bound by blood. But worse then that, I was bound by my on blood. It did not seem to matter, the rules I had been brought up with. The Tabbis family would do anything they wanted to hurt others. My grandmother Grace walked over to Michael, slapped his face, knocking him to the floor. No magick, just pure force of will. She then reached down took the pin he held and in an instant of raw heat destroyed it. Her eyes opened to the men before her, she wore no smile, no frown, no expression at all. I had only seen her upset once in my life, and that memory would haunt me till I died, but this was far worse. Lisa and a woman I did not personally know, helped me to my feet. Once standing I walked to the one person who had brought all this about today. I wanted him to know he would never again have any power over me.

“You may think you and your silly family men to have held this school in the past, but I promise you, after this day, things will be very different. Do not presume to ever touch me again, or I will kill you! Do be so kind as to enjoy the memories from last night. Here!”

I reached out to touch him, blocked by his uncle and brothers. I did not need my family at this point. Since the gate had been opened, all the real time abilities from the blood some days ago, had waken within my mind. Too bad it had not happened last night. I wanted to strike his family. Wanted to strike the man who was supposed to protect all the students of this school, not only his own blood. But when I reached for him, another person entered the building. the door opened and a single woman walked in. Michael even seemed upset by her appearance, though he did not act on it. The woman walked to me, from behind the men, and stood toe to toe, making sure my family and the Tabbis men would see and hear her clearly.

“It would seem my son and brother have made quite the mess today. It would also seem, that coven Etcher is on coven Tabbis ground without proper invitation. Would any one, from either side like to tell me how they think this is going to get worked out without bloodshed? Please”

The men said nothing. My family said nothing, and besides now knowing this woman to be Michael’s mother, I did not understand how she had such authority over the current situation. It was my own mother who stepped forward and addressed her.

A Ripple through Time

Reality:

Alyse had been standing behind the counter for more then five minutes. I, of course had received my coffee a while ago, but simply could not move back to my seat and continue with my daily temptation. I wanted to write about her, but I wanted more then just that. Everything form her smile, and the simple way her apron fell across her perfect hips made my mouth water. Say nothing about the smell of freshly roasted coffee in the air. For the most part, I had never liked blond hair, something terrible from my childhood, but the perfect golden locks of hair she showed to the world, daily made my fingers clench into fists. I could only imagine how her hair would feel in my hands, or should I state so openly, how her hair would feel as I pulled her head backwards while holding those golden strands? As a writer, or as an exotic, I could always tell those women in my life who would call to me, in more ways then one, but as a person, sometimes those calls made it very hard to live in the real world. Alyse would turn, going about her daily duties as a barista for Starbucks, and every time she turned her back to me, all I could focus on where her hips, rolling into a perfectly shaped ass. The depth and desire in all of her simply made me weak, but I will march on, thinking of her and now returning to my seat. Today would be the day I wrote about her and what she does to me. I had always wondered, if she had any idea, or if I were the one clueless in this equation. Was there something to her smile each day, or just the mind of an erotic writer dreaming?

Please, don’t get me wrong, I have plenty of dreams, which I am sure would upset some pointless balance in the universe I live in, but when it came to looking the way I could only imagine the perfect woman looking, Alyse had so much more then all the right curves. Like right now, she stands behind her counter looking softly calming, to all those who think she only works as a barista, but for those who can see a bit deeper, there is a woman calling out to the universe for her true purpose. Could this woman exist in some parallel dimension as something so much more then a mother, wife and coffee girl? The possibilities are endless and so are the options for those possibilities. A stripper on some distant world, teasing all who dare to look on her outer beauty? Or a dream dancer. A woman who dances in and out of the dreams of those just past death, but not ready to let go their deeper desires? Then there is my personal favorite, a skin therapist, on some lonely space station on the outer fringes of the universe. The kind of woman who makes sure every one can see her, but knows only a select few will ever chance a real conversation with her. And, in that conversation she will heal their deepest wounds, and darkest desires. Skin therapy, not something the humans of Earth would know what to do with, but out in a universe where the life, love and understandings of truth, in the flesh and forever splash ripples through space time every day.

Something Else:

Atlantis Winter, may as well be the most beautiful women in all the universe, but today I could only wish she would have a singular use for me and me alone. Not many could hold her in only conversation, but my curse was to only get her words, not her real talents. Atlantis Winter was the most sought after Skin Therapist, in the Mid-real star port, and this portion of space. Visitors from all over the galaxy, and sometimes the universe came through her. They all had their own reasons for being here, but this woman seemed to always be where someone with deeper lusts could trip over her. Leaning against an outer window, her silk covered breasts outlined by the black of space, and the twinkle of the stars beyond. That same silk covered just enough of her perfectly molded ass, hips and sex to keep the system guards from harassing her, and just little enough to tease every single being who may walk her way. As far as walking was concerned. I had tripped over her some time ago, but never had the courage to say anything more then my normal daily bull so she would speak to me. Her voice rang true as the golden hair hanging from her head. Soft rounded cheeks, wet lips and a smile to kill even the honest man, or woman. I could only dream of ever having her in my arms, but then again, dreaming was something I did well and got paid for. I am a dream weaver, by trade, and simply a dreamer by life. Where Atlantis worked in reality, I only worked while my client slept. It was my own sleep that did me in, ever single night. I would not dream of anything but her. I had tried, long ago to think of something else as I fell to the dark every night, but to no end. today was going to be the beginning of my end.

Atlantis was dressed as one who maybe belonged in an ancient tale of genies and golden lamps. Where the women of Earth dressed in only multi layered silk, covering only the very basics and allowing the rest to flow free for all to see. Today she had dark pink silk wrapped around her, Elfin silver plate covering her lower sex and even a twinkle of gemstone on her toes. Today, more then any other day since I came to Mid-Real star port. She was standing in the same position she always did, but something had hit me hard last night. Well, something more then the normal dreams of dark fantasy with Atlantis. No, this was completely different and I knew I had to act on my desires, for a change. I walked around the outer breach when I saw her today. The silver covering her sex was just loose enough to see soft pink folds behind what it now covered. Her eyes caught mine and I could only hope I would not choke this time. Too many times in the past I had decided to ask for her services, and too many times I had failed to complete my goal. This time was going to be different. This time I was not going to rely on word, but actions to convey my intentions.

I walked around the corner, knowing she would be standing there waiting for the morning shuttle from the outer rings. I knew how her silk would look, knew her bare breasts below the silk would call to me and I knew most of all, I want to touch and taste her today. I had not come all the way around before her voice filled my senses. Cool. Dark. Evil. Beautiful.

“Good morning temptation. Do you think you will follow through for a change? You know I could always use a good toy in the morning. You, have wanted me far too long to not get used, for a change. Come, touch me, smell me, allow me to use you. Come on, don’t stay shy forever.”

My heart stopped with each word falling from her lips. My feet stopped as well, annoying me all the more. I could not move, but with each word she spoke, she knew. Knew my dark desires, knew my innermost secrets and knew what I wanted. Now, I was being invited to be with her, though a toy, would I like being her toy? Would I take the chance not to like it? Was I the fool the station saw me for? My legs started moving again, and I stumbled around the rest of the corner, coming face to face to my dark desire. Her hips came into contact with my own. Her breasts, covered, as always, just barely, ran into my chest and her lips, nose and eyes only fraction of eternity from my own. Oh, to hell with it, if I were only dreaming, the guards could pinch me for the night, I had to know.

I reached out with my right hand, cupped it over her silk covered breast, her nipple hardening below my touch. My fingers sliding round the sides to take a better hold of them. Her hand came up out of her lower regions and went right for my cock. I had worn scarily anything today, I would be working in the hottest part of the station today, and dream waving never minded the heat. I could not breath, my cock went hard all in an instant and my body lurched forward, wanting more contact from her. Her lips, were just next to my nose, with her being jut a little taller then I. I could smell the scent of her breath, hot heavy and wet, I already had her breast in hand. She had my cock, what else could go on? I leaned forward allowing my lips to reach her own. and she met me halfway. They found me, found my need and found my desire. Four lips twisted and suctioned to one another. Her tongue came forth and I could feel it sliding over my lips, daring to enter my mouth. I had to be in a dream state, this would never happen otherwise. I forced myself to open my eyes, and to my displeasure I found myself still laying in my room, quite alone. No Atlantis, no breasts, no kiss! Though my cock was still rock hard from the need built up in my mind. I had to act, had to do something about her today.

Getting out of bed I could still feel her cool skin below her silk coverings. I could still smell her essence and still taste her lips. I all but stumbled out of my room, door closing on my shirt. I could not breath, could not think and could not force myself to act any faster then I already was. Stumbling more and more, I fell from one level of the station to the next, not running into anyone all the way to the outer edge, where she always was. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. Felt the extreme cold from outside which would hold me forever in place, not allowing me to move forward. I was almost to the corner, when From deep within, I not only heard her voice, but felt it. It rang through my ears, through my mind and broke free right as I stepped clear of the last barrier between she and I. Too nothing. Atlantis was not here, and form the reflection in the outer glass, neither was I.

I knew this phase all too well from my own business of dream weaving. If you come up on a point, in the real world where your reflection is nothing compared to what it should be, chances are you are still dreaming. Could I be stuck in a loop, of some kind? could I have already asked Atlantis to make love to me, to use me, to hurt me, just anything, for a change. I could not remember, I could not imagine having the courage to do or ask anything of her. I looked in the glass again, only to see what looked like a blurred reflection of nothing, swirling nothing in the outer edge of the stations. The glass was there, but the mind only saw nothing. My body lurched forward again. I could not hold back forever. Then there was her voice again, dancing through my mind, tormenting my very being.

“You know, temptation, if you refuse to allow this to happen, there really is no reason to have put yourself through so much torment on my behalf. Just let go and allow it to happen.”

“Where are you, where am I. How can this be, am I trapped between, or truly in your arms?”

“You are where you have always wanted to be. Where you belong. You are mine! And I will not let you go so easily! Stop fighting me damn you!”

Again I awoke to nothing. In my room, once again. In my bed alone. This was the third time this day I had woken and found nothing in my dream state to be shared with reality. Though, I was starting to wonder what reality truly was? Would I ever see any kind of reality again? Would I ever have the chance to take part in Atlantis? Had my dark desires found me eternal, wrapping me in a cloak of forever, holding my mind on place? Had I made the leap, only to find nothingness in the arms of the only woman I ever thought about? Had Atlantis come to be nothing more then a dream to a man, out alone in the dark universe? Had she always been a dream, or could I have been the dream? I had longed for far too long. I had to find the exit to this nightmare. I, once again rose to my feet. finding the cold floor on my naked skin. It ran shiverers up my spine, through my beating heart, into my waiting mind. Now to find the truth. Out the door, one level at a time. One stair, to another hallway. Down the back set, across the docking ring to the opposite side of her door. Locked! I had tried something different only to be locked out of her presence. I could see her though, this was better then last time. There she stood, wrapped in her silken glory. I had never seen her from the back side before. Her ass was not completely covered, and the silver plate only covered a portion of what lay below. I could see small hairs, poking out from her ample ass, teasing me holding my eyes and causing my mouth to water. There she was, within my grasp, if I could only open this damn door. My cock hardened and my mind went still. There was a hand on my chest, under my shirt. Cool to the touch, bringing tears to my eyes. I knew it was her. She was leaning over me, too close for temptation. I could not move. I saw a double world.

First, the door blocking my way to her, but second, her leaning over my body, almost dead loosing energy. Loosing breath, and loosing touch. Her face actually looked grieved to have me slipping from her grasp. I could not stop it now. I knew this was the real life I was running from. Kew I had taken a fall, and this vision would be the last time I ever saw her. she spoke to me now, though I could only make out her voice. Pleading with me to return. This was out of my control, like everything else. I would die never touching the woman I loved. My body was getting cold. My mind was getting cold, and my heart was stating to freeze.

A yellow light started to flash in warning. A door would soon open, open to the vast emptiness of space. The cold beyond would soon have me and I would be, no more. Again her voice came to me, and again I fell short of its meaning. I no longer cared for the real world, as long as she stayed with me in this one. My pain blinded me to the outer door opening. Blinded me to the reality I had trapped myself in. She was here, though she was there too. There was a horrible jolt through my body, bringing me to tears, and angering me all the same. Again I was hit with pure energy, to fall back to nothing.  I could hear her voice echo in my mind. Again the shock. Again the voice, again the nothing. I was slipping faster now. Slipping to nothing.

“One last time, just open your eyes. Please open your eyes temptation!”

Through all the pain, I opened my eyes, but the station around me was gone. Bright light from a window above me, allowed a singular star to blind me. Looking around I could see many strange things. Seats of some kind, steps leading up to a door, more light beyond. This could not be the station where I lived and dreamed each day. A man was next to Atlantis, covered in orange, a blue badge of some kind over his chest. this was no station guard I had ever seen. A single word could be heard off in the distance, and the sound of Atlantis crying. She could not be crying over me, she cared nothing for me. Knew nothing of me, and only paid attention to those who had need of her services. I fell short of that need. Terribly short indeed. Again the word, echoed in the distance. Close to nothing now. another jolt.

“CLEAR!”

It was all slipping now, the station, the dream, the strange man covered in orange. Even the woman I often dream of. She too was going past. How I wished for my original home. A planet of blue and green. A world long forgotten to so many. The many stations floating through the heavens were all that remained of the once human race. My face felt a sharp pain, as if being slapped from the other side of time. Again it came, and then.

“Would you wake up damn-it! Do you really want to die, here on the floor of a Starbucks. Wake up damn you, wake up!”

Reality:

I had known him for some time, but never thought to get to know him better. He was a brilliant writer, kind of strange, but who could claim anything else these days. He looked at me with eyes no one else ever saw. Maybe I imagined it, but I could have sworn there were feelings there. I had thought I would have time to get to know him better. I never thought I would come to work, see his smile, and then have to call EMS. He fell off his chair, fell to the floor and did not move. Smile gone, story on forever hold. They came in shouting for everyone to clear out. I stood over him, still not moving, even though I had been told to leave. All the excitement could not be good for me, I was, after all, nine months pregnant and waiting for my new daughter to grace my life. Though, I still had not picked a suitable name for her yet. All this, going through my mind as he lay on the floor. EMS did not seem to be getting anywhere with him, so I leaned down, over top of him, begging him to come bak. to wake up and not to go. I knew it was of no use, but then two words fell from his lips, never to speak again.

“Atlantis Winter.”

Nothing more, just a name. A name I had never before heard, but a name I had also been searching for. At that exact moment, I felt a major contraction, and I too fell to the floor next to him. My hand touching his, as my water broke. Energy passed between our touch. An energy I would never forget, but never be able to explain to anyone else. The men from EMS turned their attention from him to me. I wanted them to keep trying, but he was lost to us now. Lost to the cold of eternity. Over the next few hours, my life would change drastically. Not only did I deliver a new baby girl into the world, but the world, as I knew it came to an end. Our government had been telling us for weeks this day would come, that the instability of our planet would not hold for much longer. It had been shaking cities to the ground all year. This was the last warning to flee Earth, though I did not think it would happen the day my daughter arrived. The first two hours of my delivery was done in a hospital. The last three onboard a medical retreat ship heading for open space. As she was placed in my arms, I was told by a nurse I was holding the first human baby to be born to a different life then all we knew. The nurse pointed to the port window next to my bed. As I looked the way she pointed, I saw the earth breaking apart, and thousands of ships heading for open space. The doctor, standing over me now asked for a name, a name I didn’t know.

“Ma’am, we have to give her a name. Please, have you no name you can think of?”

My voice was hash from my screaming through labor, but one name floated through my mind, from somewhere deep in my soul. A name my family would hold for all eternity. Looking to the Doctor, now holding my new born daughter, I gave that name.

“Atlantis Winter Smith.”

Something Else:

“Your great grandmother, Alyse Michelle Smith, gave birth to the first child the global retreat. Atlantis Winter was born into our family forever. I hold that name, and you Atlantis, hold the very same. I hope one day when you have a daughter of your own, that you will also name her Atlantis Winter.”

“But why mama? Where did the name come from? Who gave Alyse the name in the first place?”

“No one knows dear, but I believe the universe gave us a gift that day. Your grandmother often spoke of a man she once knew. A man who wrote stories, and gave the world a gift through his writing.”

“What was the gift mom? Please tell me, I will go to sleep after you tell me..”

I thought to myself, of all the times I had been told the story of how my mother had fled Earth, and the name that followed the women of our family through the stars. Almost ninety years had passed since that day, and now, my daughter and I were about to reach the furthest station from Earth. I had yet to understand why I had brought us here, but something about it gave me hope for our future. I looked down at Atlantis and smiled. I knew she would never rest till I told her, it was her favorite part of the story. The ship shuttered as the braking thrusters started to fire. Soon we would start a new life, soon we would be home. The inter-come started to fizzle, meaning at some point the captain would announce our arrival. I took the moment to answer the last question.

“Temptation was the mans gift to the world my love. Temptation was his gift, though I never knew his name. He wrote temptation into the history books of our once loved world. Now go to sleep. When you wake, we will be home.”

“Mama will you still work when we get there?”

“Of course dear, all the lost souls of the universe are always in need of a skin therapist. I took my que from my mother, as you, most likely will take yours from me. Now sleep.”

The inter-come was still fizzling when she closed her eyes. I knew the long journey was finally at an end. The captains voice broke my thoughts announcing our arrival to our new home.

“Mid Real Star Port, begin docking procedures. Last stop outworld. Everyone off!”

A Dark Step Backwards

Amelia was ready to kill the little shit when she realized who was yelling out the window of the car. She knew this was not going to stop, she knew she was the one who had picked a fight, she had just not considered the many possible outcomes of the situation. Memories from many past’s came flooding to her mind, she knew what she had to do, knew it was not something her little opponent would ever see coming, but also that he would learn the hardest way possible, that angering a witch had consequences.

Without even realizing she had done it, one of the pins in her bracelet found its way into her hand, Only a certain amount of blood would wake this beast fully, and only waken fully would the dragon breath fire. One of her sisters would bring her through the flames, she was about to unleash on this small campus. The car was slowing down and as you can imagine a single person was getting out to stand in front of her. Michael looked as if he thought he were the fucking emperor of Rome. He stood in her path, blocking her ability to walk on, but this young man was only furthering his own social death. The woman he was now blocking knew exactly what she was doing, and the many drops of blood running down her fingers, falling to the ground at her own feet, creating a pool for her to draw from. Her face was looking down, not making eye contact with Michael, that was till he stepped forward. He stepped right into the pool of blood, sealing his fate, and the newly bound future for them together.

Her lips curled into a smile, her eyes took on the color of a wild storm ready to be unleashed onto the world. She had come to her point, and now this stupid little man would learn a much needed lesson. As the thoughts of her little plan found their way to her mind, one drop then two was absorbed by the energy it was creating. Only one thing left to do. Only one trap to be set and her lips would make the spring. She knew she would only have control of certain aspects of this idea, but the great Goddess would certainly help bring this beast to life. right at the thought crossed her mind, the sound of another car could be heard coming up behind the two students. the flash of color rippled off a piece of glass, laying on the ground. This was all the reassurance Amelia would ever need to know the Goddess and universe were with her.

Officer Karen was getting out of hr car when the fist spell started to be woven. Amelia was ready, ready to hurt someone, ready to make her point, but most of all ready to use someone else’s life for a good fuck! Mixing power and energy with an already bruised need for sex was always a way for witches to strike a flame. Would the young man survive all she ha planed for him? Would he even realize what was happening to him  till it was for too late? Most likely not. Amelia clenched her fingers together into a fist and pulled at the rest of the power ready to be absorbed. Karen was now out of her car, and though Michael did not seem to care, Amelia used his distraction as the pivotal moment to spring her first trap. Karen opened her mouth to address Michael, and Amelia opened her own for a completely different reason.

“Young man, don’t you think your happenings of this woman have caused enough problems for one day? Just what do you think you are doing to her now!”

“I have not done anything woman, and if you think you can continue to harass me then you are seriously mistaken. If you did not get the hint this morning, My uncle made it clear I have not done anything to anyone an you had better best start remembering that! My family runs this school an the area as well.”

Amelia felt the air go cold, knowing these two are about to unload on each other, and though Karen had good intentions, Amelia had only to prick one more drop and the rest would fall into place. The blood had to be used at he exact moment she would touch Michael, and in such a way the touch would bring on something dark and evil from deep within. Three people stood apart, but only for another moment. Amelia was ready, her body was ready and her mind had been set afire. She rose her chin, so she could look directly into Michaels eyes. Her smile had faded from her external, but it was still there inside. She pricked her right finger, lifted the hand, placed it on the boy’s face and focused. Reaching up she kissed him. Not something polite or simple, but something filed with hate and a storm of darkness ready to strike from within. Michael, not expecting her to kiss him, stepped back and almost fell. At this moment Karen realized Amelia had her own game in play and simply allowed the girl to move forward.

Amelia found Michael’s lips, pushed on them, slid her tongue out an across his upper lip. She bit down on his lower in the same moment, bringing his blood to the surface and this she took in completely. Sealing the pact to be forged with fire. Fires of passion, fires of deceit and fires of obliteration. she wanted to wound him, hurt him and make him scream. She knew it would take a few days, but this was going to be enjoyed, even by him. Till it was over anyways. Amelia started to walk around him, allowing the kiss to slid to his neckline. She took his hands, placed them on her breasts and he stopped any kind of fight. He was more then happy to take advantage of her wanting to be touched. Since it was what he had wanted anyway. She still wore a long flowing skirt, an her center was quickly becoming wet with need an excitement. His car was just behind him and Amelia choose that object to push more depth into the situation. As she turned herself to run into the car, allowing Michael to take control of her and this situation she caught the eyes of the officer and in one look made it clear she should leave.

Karen went back to her car took one more look at the students and proceeded to leave the scene. She had seen that look many times before from Lisa and she knew this was not some simply situation, this was her dismissal so she left. The energy of the air changed, the ideas in both minds of Amelia and Michael took on a whole new meaning and in the blink of an eye, the two became something more. Amelia was feeding the waking beast with her blood, though the bit on his lips would suffer the same end. Closing her eyes she allowed the full spell to fall into the world around her. Allowed it to take in her prey. Allowed it to seize her and make its way into their minds. Amelia was the first to speak. The first to fall backwards, just as they reached the car. She bit his lip, one last time. and the energy trapped in his blood flowed over them both.

“I want you inside of me! I want to be taken by you. You can have me, my body and my mind, just reach out and take them both. You have wanted this and I have been fighting you, so now take what you know you want to be yours. Taken me now!”

“I knew you would see things my way, if I pushed hard enough. Knew you had heard my desires through the other girls this morning. You want me to take you, then I will take you. Get in the car and lets do this right. Little slut, I will take you alright!”

Amelia got into the car, Michael retook the drivers seat and screeched the tires as he sped off towards the dorms. As he drove, his right hand found its way under her skirt, and into her sex. It was dripping and she moaned so sweaty as his fingers entered her body, for the first time. His car turned into a spot, at just the last second and Amelia clenched her fingers with the coming surge. He was out of the car, on her side and pulling her out of the car in a forceful manor. Amelia knew she would have to completely give herself to the spell, no matter the cost. She dove deeply into her thoughts and allowed herself to fall completely. His body pulled her up the steps to her own dorm, she knew her room mates would be there. Knew they were about to be allowed to watch Michael use and fuck her like some kind of cheap whore. Knew they would have their own thoughts, but in the end, Amelia would be the one winning this little game. His voice grew harsh as they reached her door. She could hear her roomies inside watching tv. He slammed her on the door, making sure to make enough noise to alert those inside. He pressed his face into hers right before the door opened.

“Your little stunt this morning caused me a good deal of grief with my family, and now I am going to teach you who you will obey. Who you will belong to the rest of the time you attend school here. I am going to fuck you, and fuck you good. They will watch, because there is no better way to spread gossip on this campus then to allow other girls like you to pose witness. I don’t care if you don’t enjoy this, but I am going to show you how to take me from now on!”

She felt the door opening behind her, knew her friends would see what she had come too. Knew she would insure a great deal this night, but also knew sex was just a tool now, and her body would have to do the rest.  The door opened fully, and her room mates stood there with faces of disbelief. Meghan looked as if she would start crying, and Michel used that to open his game.

“Thats right you little slut, you re going to watch me use and fuck this little whore. I am going to do so much more to her, then I ever got out of you! You stupid whore, did you really  think she would be able to stay away from me? Did you think she would win some situation I have had in the bag for years? No bitch, this game is mine. This bitch is mine just like last year your ass was mine. Who knows Meghan, you may even get another round tonight when I finish with Amelia here.”

They entered the room, with his right hand clearly thrusting and pulling from between her legs. Moans and other sounds were coming from her open mouth. The look of pure pride was all over Michaels face and as he closed the door, allowing Amelia to fall to the floor, he stood over her and watched her body hit. Meghan was trying to get to her side, but Kimberly stopped her progress. A gesture Michael saw and would reward later. As far as the room was concerned, he was now the one in charge, and not even Amelia was going to argue that point. He lead over her, pulled up her skirt, tearing it and allowing the others in the room to see how wet and needing she was between her legs. Her panties, he simply tore off an tossed in her face. The smell she inhaled almost made her sick, but she would not give in to him that easily. With one hand he held her down, with the other he thrust into her open an waiting sex. A loud moan fell from her lips, making Michael smile all the more. He wants to not only use her, but use all those in the room. He wanted to repay Meghan for her betrayal last term. He grabbed Meghan and forced her to the floor. The other girls, now, just standing back watching it all unfold in front of them. He ripped of the night cloths of Meghan so she would also have her sex exposed. She looked as if she would scream, but then her mood changed completely. She was bracing herself for him and ready to take anything that he may give to her. Kim saw the change and announced it to the room.

“Look at that little whore, she is ready to be fucked again. You liked it last year, see, she is wanting it, and now Michael will give her a good fill!”

Something about the tone of voice from Kimberly woke Amelia from the happenings around her. She still had almost an entire fist pushing in and pulling out of her vagina, but the overall feeling was of her own making, not something he was actually doing to her. She allowed the feelings of sex and power run through her soul. she knew Meghan would not be so forthcoming with her needs, but the girl seemed to want this as much as Michael. It was Kimberly who was going to get more then she thought, in the end. Amelia could feel the enjoyment of watching this from the other student. She simply closed her eyes smiled within and allowed the comings to happen.

Michael ripped his hand out of hr cunt, all at once, making her scream! Amy came up behind her an covered her mouth keeping the sound to a minimum. She too was smiling as she helped Michael to use the two women an this was also noted by Amelia. Her body now felt lost, with nothing pulsing between her legs. Michael had turned his full attention to Meghan, though the young woman did not seem to mind. Moans and squeaks escaped her lips, and Michael tore off his own clothing, in readiness to complete his needs. Meghan stole a look at Amelia as the boy’s cock found her waiting vagina. She surged backwards as if was slammed into her wet cunt. Amy, now sitting over Meghan’s face took the torn wet panties from Amelia and used them to fill Meghan’s mouth, ensuring no more noise then wanted would come out. Michael took great enjoyment in using Meghan. He slammed forward and pulled out again and again till the young girl was lost to orgasm. He seemed to know exactly what it was that was happening. Right before she came, he pulled out, laughing. This, was not what Amelia expected this young man to do. No, this told her a few things she had not taken into consideration when she started this a few hours ago. He was use to and trained to enjoy the darker torment of others. There was power there, power for any who knew of it to feel. Michael got over Amelia ready to give her a good fuck next. All the while thoughts and information ran through her head. Something was wrong here. Something was terribly wrong. He was using techniques she had been taught through her craft. He was using her own energy to backlash her own plan. There was no telling what would happen if he was allowed to complete his next transition. His cock was at her opening, it was already dripping from his romp with Meghan, He allowed it to linger there for a few moments looking down on his new prey. Something in his eyes brought her to the surface one last time. His eyes were the same as her own. Dedicated to his desires, and determined to get his way.

This was not being done out of pure desire any more, this man somehow had knowledge of the same craft Amelia used in her spell work. He was in the midst of pushing himself within her, when she tried to stop the spell mid thrust.

“No no, little whore, you will stay right there, that is till I fuck you raw! Did you really think you would get one over on me? Did you think those eyes did not give you away yesterday when you helped me hurt my ankle? You really are silly if you think you are in control here. I am in control and you are now just one more toy for me to fuck!”

Only one word escaped her lips as his ass bent backwards, ready to slam himself home.

“How!”

“You will see little witch, you will soon see you are not the only one here playing games. Let me fuck and use your cute body, and then maybe I will tell you how badly you choose an opponent. Her face flooded with blood, making her blush and realize she was the one where he wanted her to be, not the other way around. Somehow this boy had been taught the spells she had been taught. He knew what she had tried to do out next to the cop car today. He had countered her spell and she never even saw it coming. This was out of her understanding, even with blood from her entire coven to help her. He slammed forward bringing tears to her eyes as his cock pumped her cunt over an over. The three other girls in the room, seemed to take great joy in his abused fucking of Amelia. She knew this had all been planned out, but did not know by who. She was being used as a sex toy. Her vagina was being fucked and her mind could do nothing to stop it. For more then a hour, Michael fucked her body, turning her over a few times to get a better position to use her. Amy, Kimberly and even Meghan all helped him any way he wanted or desired. Her mind was becoming fuzzy and now she found some speck of truth. All her room mates must have been in on his plans. Even Meghan had allowed herself to be fucked so hard today so Michael could get Amelia right where he wanted her. He had wanted a new toy, but not just one to fuck and use. One who could fight his onslaughts, and one who had the same mind for it. Somehow she had been put into a room with women willing to help this man to use her. He was taking full use of her too. He had her hair in his hands, her ass aimed towards his chest and her face on the floor. Amy went to a box, under the tv as Michael slammed his dripping swollen cock into Amelia over and over. He first came as he was pulling outward, splashing his hot sticky come all over her ass and cunt. She felt it slid down over her opening an knew there was little to nothing she could do about it. As if this was not bad enough, a streaking pain came into contact with her already raw skin. She looked back behind her as she screamed. This time her screams were allowed to be heard. Kim was standing behind her holding a leather flogger, with small beads on each end. this was not a toy to bring enjoyment to the one using it, but severe pain to the one being used. The handle was red and black, the girl swung it, as if trained to drain the maximum amount of pain from each swing.

Again the flogger hit Amelia and again her screams should have been heard across school. But no one came to help her. No one knocked on the door. No one was stopping her from being used to the point of breaking. The sound of the flogger filled her ears. The sounds of her screams filled everything else. Michael knelt down to her face as the leather hit her ass over and over. His voice was evil dark and pleasing, but not to the ears of Amelia. His servants continued to whip her, finger her and slap her as he spoke. She felt the first of many tears to fall from her eyes. This was not how the night was supposed to go. She had done everything she had been taught, but she was the one in pain, not him.

“Now do you understand my new little whore? Now can you taste the pain I deal to you and your body? You came to my home, and thought you would take my toys from me. You thought your family was the only family left to practice such things, well feel the truth of the situation. Know you are my slave! Know you are my property, an not even your beautiful aunt Lisa can help you now. Tomorrow, when we return to classes, and you can hardly walk from the extreme fuck and abuse I will deal you this night, you may think running to her is your best option, but hear me little witch slut, you will only bring more pain in your direction an hers. This school is mine bitch! And now, you are also mine. Be a good whore, and scream for me.”

At that moment true leather whip came into contact with her exposed sore nipples. Her scream echoed through her mind, through the dorms and through her blood. Again he allowed her to be whipped. He was waiting for a moment, he wanted her to realize something. Something only one thing would show her true. The whip hit her breasts one last time, and this time it brought blood to the surface. Amelia saw her own blood drip from the cut on her skin. It fell to the floor, but before she could get a finger to it, Michael whipped it up with his whole hand. He clenched his hand to a fist and spoke out loud.

“Pain!”

Amelia felt every part of her body arch in pain at the same moment. As this happened, his cock re-entered her sex and the use of her body started all over again. Her own blood was being used now to control her. It was the bonds holding her to the floor. Her cunt was dripping with pain, but also the hot come from the man using her. Her eyes went fuzzy and again the flogger hit her body, this time she did not scream. She knew she had nothing left to attack with. This would go on as long as Michael want it too. She gave in and allowed herself to be his toy, and a toy he played with well.