(2) Through my Masters Eyes

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The following day, I reported for duty, the same as I had  always done. Master Neace was nowhere to be found, I could only imagine he was in his work room. I knew I had the basic chores to attend to, but as with every day, the silver star in the front foyer had to be done first. I was just finishing up when the door to the outer work room open and my master emerged. I was shocked to find the dark haired woman, from yesterday was again, with him. She looked like her body was close to exhaustion. Her hair was perfectly in place, and her clothing looked more like a spider created silk covering, then the attire of a proper English woman. My master walked gracefully out to stand before me, the woman, though also graceful, also looked as if she had taken quite a night. I could tell her face had been slapped, hair pulled and her body used. His smile gave me goose-bumps, and his words drove fear into me, in ways I will never admit.

“Ah. young mister Etchen, what would you say to a bit of pleasure this morning, my treat? I do think you and this young lady could have quite a go at it, if you are willing to try. I give you my word, she can take anything, if you know what I mean! And she has already been warmed up for you. I know the extra bedroom on the East wing is open, and I would only ask you to help her get cleaned up, before I have a driver collect her later this day. Till then I tell you, man to man, anything and everything you may have ever dreamed about with a woman, do enjoy yourself. If she screams a bit, pay it no mind, if not, well maybe you should dig a bit deeper for ideas!”

His words would have fueled most men with pure delight, but for me, I was truly concerned about the consequences of using this woman without first gaining permission from my other master in the house. Though, she had been quite beautiful, yesterday. All done up, long flowing dark hair and those long tanned legs, I would love to see if the woman could scream as well as I did yesterday for my djinn. I looked at Master Neace and spoke plainly.

“Sir? Will you be in the house today, in the event I need a bit of council? I am honored you would like me to play with your lovely toy. I thank you deeply for the opportunity.”

Sam, I will only be here a short while longer this morning, then I’m off to the city to collect more and younger toy’s, as you put it. My work will be requiring a larger sacrifice tonight. The full moon, may help in my planes, but I must follow with the original protocol, just to be on the safe side. So I will be gone from noon, till dusk this evening. If you have questions then, ask young Melissa here. I assure you, this is not her first man to be treated with her presence, I think you two will be more then happy with each other. So, off with you both, up stairs, and I would love to hear a scream or two, before I need to leave in just over an hour. Good day to you Mr Etchen, good day!”

I thought his talk was over, that was till he leaned down and whispered in my ear;

“Think of her as a release to any and all the wrongs in your life. Just push yourself, I am sure you will do fine.”

He gave me a stiff nod and a wink as he straightened himself again. Without a further ado, he turned re-entered his workroom, and left the lady Melissa in my care. I had more then one thing I wanted to do with this woman, but I had other ideas of what she would be doing to me. I felt the need to consider my new part this day, so I knelt down, lifted the remains of her  dress and put my right hand on her inner thy and moved upwards. Master Neace was correct, she had been warmed up for me, she still had a nice bit of moisture between her legs and as I touched her sex, a soft whimper escaped her lips. I removed my hand, licked my fingers and wiggled them into her waiting peach. She tried to bend forward as my fingers, first two, then three and four, slid deeper and deeper into her waiting body. When I had all but my hand within her and she was already coming, I laughed at my good fortune and pulled myself free. I used her dress to wipe clean my hand and retook my position next to my new toy. Something had truly changed in me from yesterday’s run in with the djiin. I had something dark and evil trying to claw its way to the surface, and I knew the djiin was responsible for it. I led the way, up the stair and across to the East wing. Once outside the bedroom door, I turned her in the morning sun, and truly looked her round.


I was nineteen, I had bedded a few women in my life, though most of them were nothing more then tavern winches, but now, to have the opportunity to fuck, use and torture this beautiful young woman, oh how my mind did twist! I opened the door, led the way in and went and opened the large window across the room. The breeze this morning was lovely, and just a nip cold. As I turned back to Melissa I found, she had only stepped inside, and was waiting for further instruction at the end of the bed. The bed started another story in my mind altogether. Laid out across the top covers were some of the tools, I had seen in the outer chamber of my masters work room yesterday. I smiled to myself as I realized he had planned all this out, and wanted to give me the best chance to give him his wish; a scream or two before he departed the house. My first desire, was an innocent one, truth be told, I was not sure if I would ever find myself in the presence of such a beauty again, and the remaining innocent side of me wanted something natural, to start with.

I took her hand, led her to the foot of the bed and motioned for her to sit. She did as I asked and looked me right in the eye, almost seeming to want the very thing I did, at least now. I leaned in, caught her green eyes, and kissed her. Her tongue came forward, her perfect red lips parting to allow my tongue to play with her  own. In the time we kissed my hands came to rest of her hips, her hands on my face. I had always wanted the fairy tale, yes I know I am a man, but don’t men dream too? Before too long, she was pulling me down on top of her, and I was  desiring more and more of her hips and ass. Falling to her back, I shoved the extra toy’s off the bed so we could continue to start all this off with a bit of innocence. As our mouths danced I took hold of what little dress she had to begin with. Tore it from her shoulders and pulled it free of her body. I was very surprised to find scratch marks and whip marks all up and down her front and back. Touching one or two of them gave way to the first of her soft moans. A single red stripe was all the way across her left breast. They were almost as large as the gjiin’s yesterday. I took a handful of those breasts, and squeezed, gently at first, then harder, and tighter over time. I have her moaning, and her sex was more then dripping now, from her first use this day. My breath was coming up shorter then I would have liked, but when I realized we had danced in the rhythm of passion for far too long, I retook a stance next to the foot of the bed.

I held out my hand, for her to take, and when she did, I motioned for her to kneel before me. Once on the floor, she removed my tunic, and trousers. My cock, long since hard and stiff, sprung forward to meet her lips half way. Her lips parted and another kind of dance begun. I almost gave way in that first instant. I felt darkness and power rising from deep within me. I knew where this would lead, and I know some would lead to Master Neace’s desire. I rose my right hand, as far over my head as I could, bringing it down with full force on her already bruised left cheek. The slap brought out the very darkness in me, the djiin had so openly helped to create. I slapped Melissa over and over till her face was red from my use. Once the left side was used, I turned my left hand to her right cheek. Moan after moan fell from her lips, still sucking my cock! I started to feel she was not putting her whole being into my needful cock, so I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her head to my torso as I slammed my cock further and further down her throat. Her first gag, was a sound I knew I would come to love in the women in my future. I continued to fuck her face, never concerning myself with the discomfort I may be causing her. This, again was not like the wenches in the taverns around town. If you hurt them you could be put in the stocks and beaten for it. Melissa had been given to me, and her pain was the creation of my joy.

I had never had such clear desire to hurt another soul, not till this very moment. I moved both my hands again, this time down around her neckline. I gripped so tight her gags became gasp’s for air. When I could hold out no longer, I brought my first full load in her mouth and throat. Again she gagged, but this time I let her have air, and a moment to reclaim somewhat of her posture. I staggered backwards as she took in two full breaths of air. A small multi leathers whip lay on the floor, next to my feet. 10

I helped her to her feet, turned her round and bent her forward over the foot of the bed. Now, her ass, full and round filled my field of vision. The bottom round giving way to her soft pink lipped pussy. My cock, though still trying to regain myself grew, harder and longer then before. I saw an interesting bit of silver laying on the floor. I realized it was one of the bits I had seen yesterday, and at the time, had no idea what it could be used for. Now, without have to think twice, I knew exactly where it would fit nicely; her anus. I leaned down, picked it up and slid it through the moisture still dripping between her legs. Once completely covered in her wet, I posted it on the outer edge of her anus. She bent  little further forward when she realized what I was about to do. My frustration flared when it did not go in on the first try. Her first real whimper came out, on my second try, though still not successful. Again anger by the lack of action, I licked a single finger and shoved it directly into her ass. Her head cam back, the moans became louder and I knew without a doubt, it was time. The silver balloon shipped device moved easily into place after I removed my finger. A single cry escaped he parted lips. It was good, but only a start!

I stood back, picked up the whip, and rose my hand fully above my head. I brought it down with a terrible force, an was truly pleased when her cry echoed across the house. Again in the same way I whip her ass. Again she cried out and Again I positioned myself behind her. this time I took an upward stroke, and gave a simple command to my toy.

“Spread your legs dear, that’s a good girl, now scream for me!”

I brought the whip up across her clit and over her ass. The scream was everything I could have hopped for. Over and over I hit her in the same way. She screamed freely now I no longer cared to hold back. I did not notice the door opening and Master Neace coming to stand beside me. I brought the whip down over the top of her ass, and realized who was now watching me. A bit of a jump, on my part and I bowed my head in his general direction. He nodded towards me and smiled. It was a genuine smile, like a master to an apprentice. He stood for a moment longer, slapped Melissa’s ass, and left the room. Closing the door tightly behind him. My use of her continued as I enjoyed the knowledge of his approval of me.


By this time, my body was fully ready to enjoy her again, an my cock reached out, as if it had a mind of it’s own. I positioned myself behind her, and took my first of many such dips into her sex. This did not produce and cries or screams, but it did produce a great deal of enjoyment between us both. I leaned in, filled my hands with breasts, and took full use of a beautiful woman. The second time I came, was the moment, I heard the red Porsche start up in the garage below me, and squeal across the cobblestone drive.

The moment he was truly gone, a singe voice entered my head, and I knew what I would do with the remaining six hours and Melissa. I found a collar, strapped it to her neck and led her out the door, down the stair and to the outer workroom door. Yanking back on the collar, I put my face to her own, and spoke harshly but honestly.

“If so much as a single mention of my use of this room ever leave your lips, it will be the day of you terrible untimely death. Is that completely understood. I forced my right fingers back in her ass, as I pulled harder and harder on the collar. Tears fell from her eyes, and I knew we had an understanding. I shoved her to the wall, opened the outer door, and half drug her into the room. Across the store room to the outer door. The moment I started to open the door, I realized what life was like, through my masters eyes. The door swung easily open and we both walked into a myst filled room and my waiting djiin!


(1) In the Grasp of a Djiin


Djinn 01Magick had always been such a temptation to me. Master Neace a close friend to my mother had his personal reason’s for not wanting me to use the craft, but still it seemed to call to me. In the five years I have been in service of this house, and master Neace, I had never once gone against his wishes. This afternoon could have all been avoided, if I had only kept to my Thursday routine. It had been so simple. I cleaned the upstairs and lower south wing every Thursday. Never, not once had I ever been given instructions to clean the North end. I knew little of what truly happened back there, but the tales one hears kept me out all this time. The many tool’s used in Jon’s search for power were numerous in numbers, and frightening in sight. I honestly had no idea what he would do when he found out what I had done.

I had started to wonder about the North wing last month when I heard a strange sound coming through the vents. It was not music, it could not have been a child, there were no children here. The first time I had heard it, I thought I was dreaming, but yesterday I heard it again. Only this time it came through when I was directly over the room the master reserved for working, as he called it. A tiny squeak of a sound, but something closer to a living thing. I hoped it would just go away, as it had done before. To my dismay it continued to make sounds, even after Master Neace emerged from his work. He dressed in his black suit left by way of the garage and took the Red Porsche.

It was not every day he drove that car. Only when he had made some kind of breakthrough did that car come out, and get dirty. Or so is the way he put it, the one time I had the courage to ask. Today was like many days before it, only that the sounds continued to seep through the upper ventilation system long after he had gone. I tried, seriously I did, to ignore it, but when it went from a single squeak to a soft voice calling from the beyond, I simply had to find out what it was. I descended the front stairs, coming to rest in the grand entryway. This was the heart of the house. Solid black walnut floors, the room was a perfect circle with the stair wrapping around and up starting on the right side of the front doors. There was a massive star planted in the middle of the floor, its arms extending to the very edge of the outline of the black circle. The star was formed with only the highest quality of sterling silver. I polished it every single day. Once in the morning when I came in, and again before I left the house. I had been told, on my first day here, it was the single most important thing I would do each and every day. The polish for it was something my master made himself. It looked like fresh blood, and made the star shine with a luster a god would envy. Only once before today, had I run out of that polish, but as soon as I requested more, he went into his workroom, and returned with a full container. That had been the first day I started wondering about the craft he used, and how I would go about becoming an apprentice and not just a house slave. Please don’t misunderstand me, I am honored to be enslaved to master Neace and this estate, but to learn the art, well it would be more then just a dream. 01

Twice a year, on the winter and summer solstice a group of very eager young men, and women would come to the house when the sun was at its height. Those who cam would all have a feast together. the cooks would come to the house three days before the event. Not one would leave till the kitchen and dining room was completely reassembled properly. The first few years I was in this house, I was told, very strictly, to remain out of sight, and to never come down stairs, no matter what sounds I may hear. Till this past summer solstice I thought I would never see any  part of it, but this year that changed. Those who were to attend were not a mixture of men and women this year, they were all women. Very young women indeed. Never in my life had I seen so many perfectly beautiful women in the same place. They wore the normal cloaked coverings, thought they were not black, they were pristine white, with a silver trim. I had been instructed, by my master to help them in the house, give them proper instructions to the dinning room and to find the washroom, if they needed. Other then that I was told to stand by the wall, during the feast service, and say nothin. After they had eaten their meals, they were led one by one into the main workrooms and out of my sight. I had hopped master Neace would allow me to proceed with them, but he had made no such mention.

The next morning when I arrived with the grounds servants, my master had taken me to the side. He wanted to know I had his complete trust in my ability to remain discrete, as with this house, the work he did here and the overall reputation of the estate. That had been almost six moons ago. He had made small mentions that my patience and desires would be rewarded in time, but that time never came. It was the lack of any reward which complicated  my decision this morning.

I still feel bad about having to hide my indiscretion from Jon, but if he ever found out the I had entered his workroom and found out just what kind of magic he used, I truly believe I may be put to death. As it is, I could tell you the I found myself in his prep room, the many shelves and tables covered with every kind of device I would never know what to do with, and simply left. I could tell you that, it would be much more then I would ever admit to my master, but truth be told it was not where I stopped. The room  its self made me feel more uncomfortable then any location in the whole of my life. The first table was covered with silver devices, of one shape or another. Some were ling and thin, while others were thick and bulgy. Seated in a small pot, on the back of that table was another container of the blood red polish I used out front on the floor. There were many long sharp spikes on the table, one which looked more used then the others. The very tip of that spike looked as if it had polish left on it, but when I looked closer, I realized this was not polish, but fresh blood. the idea of simply turning around and forgetting what I had seen came and went from my mind. If I was ever to have the courage to move forward in my own life, I must learn to stomach such things. I stood up, maybe a bit taller and moved to the next table. this time, it was clear what I saw, but I could not imagine wha kind of craft all the items would be used for.lamp02

Leather whips, poles and paddles lay spread across his table. The black leather was polished to a high shine. I could not imagine master Neace doing the polishing, but then who else cam and went from this part of the house? The last table, on the far side of the room, held the most basic of items. Bright red silk rope, in many lengths and diameters were coiled over the silky black table cloth. On the ends of the ropes were notes with a strange writing on them. I knew this had to be some kind of craft seal, but I could not understand what or why. I approached the door, on the far side of the room, and stopped to read the words above the frame.

In the search for light, darkness is found in the deeper parts of one’s soul

Embrace it fully & continue

I had no idea what these words had to do with his craft, but right as I was thinking to myself, I heard the sound again. this time it came from the far side of the door, I was now opposite of. I feared, opening the door would set off some kind of detection spell. I also feared my tampering with this room and the beyond would be the end of me, but I could not go back now. If I were to die from my choices this day, then I would do so in the knowing I had the courage to follow though on my desires. I reached for the door before I realized there was a camera in this room. It was o a far wall, a small dark dome over it, but I knew instantly I would be found out. All my courage vanished the moment I realized my ignorance. Of course he would have this room under surveillance, which meant the next would have to be the same, and on the same circuit most likely. My only thought, at that point was simple, to hell with it. If I was dismissed for my behavior, then I would be dismissed. I opened the door to the work room and walked inside.

The interior room had been floored with black walnut, just like the entry hall, but this room was floored with the highest quality red carpet I had ever seen. It spanned from one wall to the next. But the room was not as I had expected it to be. There was a single table, off to one side. No shelves to hold books of spells. No runes on the walls or the floors. Nothing that I would have expected from one who claimed to practice spell craft. This room was an enigma, it contained only a single furnishing; a grand four-post bed, made of the same black walnut spread throughout the rest of the house. Covered in red and black silk satin sheets, this is what was hiding the source of the sounds I had been hearing. I knew there had to be something more to all the, knew I was missing something. That was till I walked around the other side of the bed and  found a small black haired woman on her knees kneeling face first on the floor.

As I moved closer, I fully expected her to move, or at least say something, but neither of those thing happened. I got within a single step of her, I knelt down to look her over it was a voice that met me;

“I have to believe you have stumbled into this room by some terrible accident, since you are not the master; Jon Neace. I also assume you have no idea what I am or, how should I say, you re going to die?”

It was not the words that slammed me to the floor, but the voice itself. It was dark cruel and evil. Not the voice I would have thought would come from a young beautiful women. As I tried to climb back to my feet, I felt eyes, horrible ancient eyes looking tearing through me. the young woman’s head had not moved, yet I felt the sting of evil gazing my way. Once again, standing on my feet I decided to leave the room, it was now that the woman looked up from the floor, caught my gaze, and smiled. I had never been in the presence of a fully nude woman before. She had obviously been left there under orders not to move, but when she did, her body followed the rhythmic motion of a snake. As she climbed to her feet, he bare breasts fell free, hanging from her chest. Her nipples hard, red and calling to be touched. The breasts gave way to a spectacular west, almost half the size of the globes over top of it. Passing her waist, I found my  eyes feasting on hips, equally as full and soft as the breast’s though they gave way again, to the soft shaved skin of her sex, the creation of life and lust. Her body moved back and forth, shifting from one foot to another. Shifting again at the knees, and down to her feet. Without even realizing I had been moving, I bumped into the wall on the same side as the door. I felt behind me, trying to find the knob, ever looking at the woman, as she too was moving forward. Her eyes, I found to be the hardest thing to break contact with. The body, breasts, hips and sex, I thought I could run from, but those eyes, those terrible orange eyes, now they looked like the match to the voice, and I was sure I was going to die. At the last moment, I looked into her eyes and realized this was not some mortal woman. A smile crossed her face and as it did the eye color went from orange to red, but filled with  silver smoke in-between. My childhood dreams of becoming a wizard flashed with my bedtime stories and I knew what I was looking at. I knew I had to flee, had to get away from it, but she had other ideas.

In the blink of an eye, my eye to be exact, I went from the entry wall, to across the room, laying on the bed an my wrists and ankles were being hoisted up towards the post’s nearest to them. I felt my body stretch, the breath in my lungs fail to be enough, and all four points now bound by black leather cuffs. Those cuffs were being hooked to silver chains attached to the posts, just below the mattress. I could feel her hands touching me, my hands, arms then my body. I could also feel beads of sweat starting to bead on my face. The look of fear must have been terribly funny to the creature, who now was standing over me. Her legs parted, crossing my mid section, bringing my cock to life, hardening with every heartbeat. the last cuff, now scored to the bed, and her lips found my own and my lust overpowered my fear. I gave in completely, but did my best to remember all I was doing. If this creature allowed me to live, it would be through my own cunning. If not, that also would be my own doing. The moment my arms and legs were secure, I felt the tips of her fingers change to hard long sharp claws. Her body, still slipping back and forth brought my eyes back to he own. Without a second thought, I knew this had ben a mistake.

I tried to break her gaze, I tried and failed. Her hands continued to move over me. Down across my chest, holding slightly at my nipples. Not quite the spectacle she possessed, but not pathetic either. Her finger and thumb pulled over my nipples, forcing more and more skin together. When the pull became the pinch, and I could not longer send the pain, I cried out, and she doubled her efforts. 09

“Scream you silly boy, scream and know with every cry, every tear and ever moan you only become more and more I pet. Your master does not know you are here, and if you want to continue living, he never will. You will come see me every time he leaves this house, and for that I will allow you to live. If you fail to come, then I will kill not only you, but your master, his staff and anyone beyond these walls that I can find. You, I will save for the end. When the blood is spilt, and cries gone silent, then I will take my time in killing you. Do you think you can understand what I will do to your world, long before I kill you? What a silly little man you are, now do try to last for a while won’t you?”

I knew my life was short at hand, but I knew no way to break free of her grasp. She pinched my nipples till I could no longer feel them at all. When she finished there, she moved to my face. Her open hands became whips to my flesh, as my cries became the reason she smiled. Before she stopped slapping my face, I felt my hardened cock, sliding into heat, pleasure, moist, profound! But, before I could enjoy, even a second of it, the bliss turned to pain, and the moisture and wet turned to the dry grit of sand. I was in agony. My body shook from the pain, shook till  I thought I could take no more. Even though it was pain I felt, no longer joy, I seemed to have no control over the process she had started. My shaking turned to cries and screams, but before she was finished, I came. Again and again I came but always to her will. Her need over took my own. Her smiles filled in my frown. When she again sat still on a lifeless nothing of my cock, her smile truly brought fear to a part of me, I never knew I had.

Something had changed in me. Changed me all the way though, and the young boy who had happened into that room, had now been replaced by a man cast of pain and torture. I felt every slap, from here on out. I felt the grinding and heard her laughter, but no matter what she did, I simply wanted more. I was no longer just her toy, I wanted to serve her, obey her, I even wanted to live, but only for her. My fears, now replaced a temptation I would never have had the courage to ask for. Now I was free, but still I was owned by the master of the house. Still I had to find a way past him. The moment that thought filled my mind, she climbed off me, removed my binding and stood over me. Her voice had changed again, but still the hate and power were unmistakable.  Something closer to an angel, not a demon, but still causing me to fear her. I tried to sit up, I knew the master would be home soon, and I did not want to be found here, with her.  Again, she spoke and again, I had only to listen.  The moment her voice broke the silence, her figure changed before my eyes. She changed to a he, something of myst and smoke. The true power of the djiin, the ability to make your onlooker see what you desired them to see. He rose out of the smoke something out of a Turkish nightmare. Glowing orange eyes, head covered in a white turban. A red scarf, around his neck, changing to smoke and nothing before it could end. Purple pants, rimmed the other side in red. Solid gold arm bracelets, just hiding his biceps. He was floating off the floor, is being causing me to see only what he allowed me to see, though the voice stayed the ever evil tone.

“You came through my temptation. I may come to like you yet. But remember young slave, I am not to be toyed with. I am of the beginning and the end. My kind will one day rule, when all of you are dead and turned to dust. Do not upset me, do not tempt me and you may yet again come to serve me. Now leave me!”

In another blink of an eye, he changed back to the slender beautiful woman who had seduced and used me. The eyes stayed the same, the hips, now covered in black lace panties. Her breasts now also cradled in black lace as well.

Nothing short of mind numbing fear, I removed myself from the bed, ran to the door and when I looked back, she was, again, on her knees laying face forward on the floor. The room was silent as I left it. The outer room, still as it had been when I came through. I had just reached the outer door, and closed it with the red Porsche came growling into the drive. The master was not alone as he entered the house, and though I had done nothing productive since his departure, none of the other servants were going to make trouble where there wasn’t any. Master Neace walked in the house, a lonely young dark haired woman on his arm, and smiled as he found me waiting for him. She had a short silk patterned black dress, low V-cut in the front, and just barely covering her ass and sex

Nothing was spoken as he walked in, but he did look at me in a way that he had not before. I felt the weight of what I had done, bearing down on me, but knew there was no way he could know, and I only had to remain silent. Master Neace and the woman both moved to the outer door of the work room, one quick look at me and they were gone. I left the house, found the sun appealing and fell to the ground. I was shaking from head to toe, but this time of fear, not pleasure. What was I thinking, why did I enter that room? How was I ever going to survive, in the grasp of a Djiin?

(13) Ripples of Grey

Chapter 12, the guardian

The night had consumed me, my soul left spinning in shades of grey. My body lifeless, frozen and cold they had used me far past my ability to argue. My hips, now suspended from a strip of leather, felt another sting as a whip struck my ass again and again. I knew my ass was red, maybe even bloody, the sting was unmistakable. Over and over I would serge forward as one toy or another was used to beat me. Small iron clamps hung, threatening to tear my nipples from my body. I could hear laughing from somewhere behind me on the deck as I cried out. Not a single person had given me any form of enjoyment this night. Everything had been done to me, not with or for me. I took in another breath, waiting for the next sting, only to feel my hair being pulled back, my face being slapped and let go of again. My wrists were lashed to the railing, forcing me to stay bent forward, and leaving me to look out to a bleak horizon. I felt the first hand in hours, to touch my skin. It started at my ass, slid over my burning cheek. Up and across my back, slipping down to hold and gently squeeze my right breast. It moved to my hair, but did not yank, as all the others had. As my head came back, I saw his shaft, hard, pulsing and dripping, before I saw his face. Anubis wore a mixture of pain and sorrow,  as he looked down on me. I had thought the other members of the ship had been locked below deck, but now I realized I was not the only member of this expedition being tormented. A cruel icy voice made me close my eyes, wishing I could do the same with my ears. It rang of someone from my past, yet I could not remember who. This was no loving voice, nor was it someone I ever wanted near or on me. A strange clicking sound accompanied the voice, like two bits of metal being struck on each other. I knew the coming words would only bring me more pain and suffering, but the sound gave me chills, and those chills led to my piercing scream!

“You silly stupid child. Did you think your mother would have the power to conceal you from her? Did you ever truly think you were going to get away? The very moment you left the United Kingdom’s waters, we knew exactly where you were. I do hope you enjoy our use of you. Your body truly is an exquisite toy, and we have so deliciously enjoyed playing with you. I see you know the strapping young slave beside you, You should know, I was the one to break his will. I broke his will,  his desires and his body the same way I will break you! Do tell me how this feels, won’t you?”

I could not tell its shape or size, I only knew the metal been pushed into my sex was ice cold, and much larger then anything in my past. I gulped for air, as it was withdrawn and reinserted over and over. More laughter filled my ears, another of the same was inserted into my anus and the pain brought my pain truly to life. I shook, screamed and pulled, doing everything I could to break my bonds. The ropes on my hands held true, but the strap around my hips broke  free. I had not been allowed to move of lower my hips since the beginning of the day. My knees fell forward allowing my back to stretch and lower. It only lasted a moment, they grabbed my hips, forcing me back in my standing position. Another strap, thins time much thicker was used to prop me back the way I had been. I gasped as the burn on my ass turned to cuts and dripping blood. The items still in my holes never moved as the tasseled whip changed to a single braided on. My mind called on ever ounce of will I had ever had. My will turned to power and that power to force. My hands broke free, I stumbled backward to be caught as I fell.

Looking up, I now saw the face, the voice belonged to and my heart crashed along with the rest of me. Christian, my step father stood over me, bull whip in hand. His smile brought more tears to my eyes, he knelt down beside me, put his full weight on my breasts, and pinched with a full fist! As I struggled, Another person was being brought up from below deck. Nymph’s eyes looked at me in shock and fear when her face came into view. She must have known she would be used next. A gag was put before her lips, which parted allowing it to be inserted. She was laid out, in the same position as myself next to me on the deck. They showed no concern in bending her over, strapping her down and tearing off what little clothing she had been wearing. My temper flared again when the first man to use her, gave her no time to prepare. He took hold of her hips, pulled, from what I could tell, as hard as he could and slammed his fully erect cock into her sex. I could tell she wanted to cry out in pain, but she was either too well trained, or too stubborn to give in. He did everything he could to make her scream, but even after he had pinched and pulled on her beautiful soaked breasts, rolling the nipples in his fingers, she never once cried out. He yanked out as brutally as he had planted himself in, but this man was just  getting started. Pulling something out of his pocket, he turned and had the others give their opinions of what to do next. As it were, he held to a highly polished butt plug. It must have been copied from the size and exact shape of his fist. He wanted to gloat, for just a moment, before trying his hand again. He leaned down, pulling her hair back and showing her what he planned to use next. As her head, again lowered to the railing of the deck, the look in her eyes, told me more then I wanted to know. 005

Fear had her now, fear of the pain, and fear of something more. She knew what Christin was capable of, and knew all too well he had no master, at this time. As I lay on the deck, rain blowing in my face, I noticed no one was, at the moment, paying any attention to me. I felt within for Aspen and for the first time in many hours found her. She opened her mind to my own, and showed me what had been restraining her. The leather that had been holding my hips up had spell work woven into the bran. As long as that was touching me, she could not communicate with me, any more then she could invoke a change. But now, that was not touching me, and my energy, mixed with her own was rising to the surface.

Cry of pure agony broke my concentration. Nymphadora’s cry broke through the howling of the storm, and the men on deck, christian in included stopped and looked as if they may have killed her. The look on their faces told me a simple truth. They had permission to play with us as much as they wanted, but they were not to do permanent harm. The man now fucking the life out of Nymph was dancing close to the line, they had been told not to cross. Christian had backed away when Nymph cried out, the other men, now on the far side of the deck had, to my and Aspen’s pleasure forgotten us altogether. A single thought was all she gave me in warning, but that thought was more then enough!

In less then a single blink of an eye, my body changed from small human to full size dragon. The boat shifted and rocked from Aspen’s size and shape. She lite the sky with a mixture of purple an blue flames. The men on the opposite side of the ship were incinerated instantly. To my dismay, Christin had fled the scene and was no where to be found. I heard mothers cry from below the ship and more men running from below. Aspen was more then happy to incinerate them as well. One man had a shield around him, her flames could not touch. But, it did not stop her from trying. Mother, fully nude along with Jaxi came stumbling up on deck, only an instant before they changed as well. Aspen took to flight, knowing the weight of two dragons on deck would surely sink the ship. From the air, she laid eyes on Christian, making a flee attempt in a small speed boat. After what had been done to all of us, she was not in the mood to show pity, we made a dive in his direction, but the moment before we reached him, a bright light opened some kind of portal in front of his boat, where he and the boat vanished! Aspen roared to the sky in anger over loosing the chance to kill him, only turning back to the ship, and our fellow companions there. Aspen gave me my legs just as she touched down on the deck. I ran to Nymph, who was still lashed to the rail. A leather color with a long chain attached also held he ran place.  Her body shaking and her sex bleeding from her misuse. I wrapped my arms around her, as Aspen gave me the internal heat, only a dragon could create. Anthruatashia, came down just enough to bite the chain in half, truly freeing Nymph from her bondage.

IMG_0227It would seem, the soldiers, who were with us had been confined below decks as well, they were just making their way to the deck, fully armed, though it was no longer needed. The captain looked non to pleased that we had been attacked and hurt on his watch. See’iya stood next to him and his men, showing signs of interest to one in particular. Her body completely engulfed in red and white flame. Her eyes had gone black, which I could only imagine was not a good thing. Mother was still in dragon form, but now flying laps  around the ship. All things stated, we were all alive, but some, mostly Nymph had been truly hurt, and may take some time to heal. Anubis, was in a corner of the the deck, tears in his eyes, shamed for what they had made him do. He was going to take the longest to heal, but he was still with us. I sent a request to mother, asking her to please calm down and come back to the deck. She continued to do her laps, as if she had not heard me, but I could not blame her, not at the moment anyways. See’iya took to the sky and shot past mother and Anthruatashia, she looked as if she would pierce the heavens when her form slowed and a blast of raw power shot out from her in every direction. A great sphere engulfed the sky, the heavens and the world at large. When the blast was over, the storm was gone and the sky completely clear. She slowly returned to the ship, along with mother. the two of them landing together, and even mother looking more relaxed with the icy storm gone.

It was clear, at lest to me, the phoenix’s had equal or more magical power as the dragons. Looking at See’iya, I could tell it had taken quite a bit out of her, but she was no worse for wear, then anyone else. Over the next hour, my body returned to normal, the pain of my abuse faded and those who had more strength then others, tended to Anubis and Nymph. I could not guess what it would take to heal them both, but the ship was back under our control and headed in a stable direction again. My arms were wrapped around Nymphadora, and though I knew she would not heal this night, I refused to let her go, even when the others begged me too. I lost my mind to sleep, before they got her away from me. My dreams drifted back to the three day’s before.

(12) Breaking the Balance



The last thing I felt from reality was cold rain, strong wind and an echo through my soul. Aspen had control while we flew, there was nothing for me to do but let go and allow her and the others to take us wherever we were going. My mind drifted in and out of hers till I fell completely into darkness. I feared sleep, feared it due to the abuse from Amy, but my mind was tired, my body in pain and they all fell together.

My eyes opened to a bright morning sun, cool air and waves crashing on a nearby beach. No one was around me, I saw a bird flying above my head, but no mother, dragons or anything I could make sense of. I climbed to my feet, felt the smooth rocks, form the beach, below them and rose to stretch. This was like no place I had ever seen or been. I could not imagine why the others would leave me here alone, but I needed food, drink and maybe some idea of where I was. Turning back to the ocean, there was no ship in sight, and though I felt like this was the same sea we had been traveling on, this water looked different then the water of last night. It was cleaner, calm, and something else I could not put my finger on. I felt within for Aspen, but even she was being silent. If she had gone cold I had only my own wits to lead me forward.

The beach went on as far as the eyes could see. It was lined with tropical plants and trees. Behind them rose mountains I knew could not be on this side of the world. They were steep, high and had jagged lines. Not at all like the mountains always found in the north waters of Scotland. I could not imagine we had already crossed the north sea and were headed further out. Again, something about the trees and mountains behind me, gave me the feeling I was somewhere I simply could not be. I thought about all that had happened since the night we left the house, and reconsidered what I would say is possible.

I turned my attention back to the water, away from the trees behind me and knelt down to touch it. If this was the north sea, where I should be, then it would feel much like ice and nothing more. As I put a single finger into the water, I found anything but a chilly surface. The rest of my hand sank in, then my other hand and my mind could not longer make sense of my surroundings. The water was like a warm bath, not that of the north sea. This could not be real! As I leaned in closer, I saw a reflection in the water, but I did not see my face. The reflection of my arms, were also not my own. A sound from behind me made me turn back to the trees right in time for a young girl to come running through the underbrush. Her skin was darker then my own, she was in her early teens, and she wore a smile as if she knew me. Her voice, though loud and clear, was not framing words in English. As she drew closer I realized she was running to me and I still could not understand her. She came to a stop right in front of me, and in that moment, the sky blurred, there was a sharp ringing in my ear and then it went back to normal.

“Amy, are you not listening to me, we have to go. You are going to be late for your on festival, and you know father will be angry! Please, what has gotten into you?”

I blinked when I realized I was able to understand her. I also realized she called me Amy. Everything from last night came flashing through my eyes and I had to wonder who, or what was responsible for all this. I looked down at the girl, put my hand out to her and spoke, hoping she too would be able to understand me.

“I feel like I should know you, but I have not the clue how. Will you tell me your name?”

“My name! Amy what is this all about? Father is going to kill you if you play your games this day.

She continued to look up at me, but made no further movement to leave the beach. If the were some kind of dream, or memory, then I should have known who the people in it were, or so I thought. I was about to say something more, but then she replied;

“Alright silly, my name is Simile, you are Amy and we are both going to be late. Can we go now?

“And what is this festival you speak of, and why is it so important for me to be there? Can you tell me that as well?”

“This is no longer funny, but yes. This is the festival of dragons. You were chosen eight moons ago, by father and the council, to blend with Zorgonus. It will complete his desires to blend with a woman, and it will cure fathers need to marry you off. You have been excited about all of this for many days, now come on!”

With the last outburst, she dropped my hand, and walked off in the direction she had come. Without any further protest, I followed her. If this were some kind of dream, or message, I did not want to be getting lost in it. I took my first step in her direction, and the moment I did so the ground changed. The sky changed and my surroundings changed as well. From one step to the next I went from a rocky beach, to a beach covered in smooth black sand. The trees and mountains all remained the same, but the process did not stop there. I took another step, and then two and with every new step, something in my vision changed. By the time I had caught up with Simile, the ground was shaking, the sky had turned violent, and tongues of purple lightening cracked across an angry sky. I retook her and, which she had held out to me. Nothing about this child changed, but when we started moving again, more and more changes took place to the rest of the world. She did not seem to notice what was changing, but within minutes, she was leading me to a small village. Fires burned in all directions, but no form of houses could be seen. Simile, let my hand go when she saw the remainder of her village. turning back to me, I was now fully aware of my own changes.

The hand I still held out for her, had changed to a deep black, crust. Scales covers my arm, my fingers and moved into my body. I tried to look behind me, but was unable to turn. I too had become a massive black dragon. Fire flew from my snout, my tail crashed into the trees and though I had no idea or memory of this event, I stepped forward and killed Simile as I did so. Internal anger turned to rage and deep sense of loss. That rage turned inward, my mind spun in pain but before I blacked out one more event rocked through my mind. I was flying now, the island far below me. More purple lightening scratched the sky, I thought all this was my doing, but I could not imagine how. One more look to the island, that had been so beautiful before, and I turned to the sea and the rest of time. My mind shifted again, right as I was about to let go of the world. I went from flying to standing in a busy street, but no city I had ever known. I took a step or two, making sure nothing else was going to change. The street stayed the same, but the feeling within me did not. I could still feel the echo of the great black dragon within me. Aspen was not a part of me now, but sorrow and pain accompanied the hard black truth of what I had become.

As I walked through the city, it was clear, I was in the middle ages, not the twenty-first century. Fire holders lit the street, this place had the feel of Edinburgh Scotland, but many centuries before my birth. There was a deep sense of loss in the pit of my being, I felt old, lost and seriously out of place. I knew this was the memories in me, not my personal feelings, but then, the concept of I, at this moment was all relevant. As I blinked, I went from a random street, in the middle of town, to a single home on the outskirts of the city. the door was open, and There was no one else around but me. I stepped inside, an immediately felt at home.

There was a fire burning in the hearth across the room. A long couch, that also looked large enough for  small dragon, to spread out on, opposite the fire. Pictures line the walls, and one picture stood out to me, above all others. It was hand painted, rough lines, but the place was clear, an the individual standing in the foreground could not be mistaken. The location was the beach, where I had been earlier in this memory, the person, the little girl, Simile. As I looked at the picture, a deep feeling of loss, an need filled my mind. I had tears falling from my eyes, and anger rising in my depth. What had happened to me? What had caused all the fires and destruction on the island where I was from? Had I been truly responsible for the destruction of my village, and my family? Had I truly killed my younger sister, Simile? A mixture of my thoughts and memories, churned with those of Amy’s. Everything I knew about when Aspen had come forth in me, was amazing. The first change had been hard, but not so dramatic as all this. What could have possibly gone wrong, to cause the change in Amy to do so much evil? In the blink of n eye, the world changed yet again. I was in an old London, back when the streets were dark, and the only light came from a lamp fires. Something terrible was happening in the building next to me. Screams from women, cries through the black and then the world burst into flam. People were running in all directions, the flam consumed everything around me. The ground shook, the building beside me collapsed and from the flames stepped Zorgonus. Her black scales glowing like ruby embers in a black coal fire. Every inch of her being was in flam. Every step forward shook the earth and then she was face to face with me. I looked at her, she looked at me and I got the deep odd feeling I was staring into oblivion. My sight doubled, I saw myself, through the eyes of a dragon, I also saw the dragon through my own sight. I was me again, not Amy, but I was also her. I felt pain within me, I felt anger, but most of all, I felt terrible loss and sorrow. I missed my family. I missed my sister, and I missed a world that made any kind of sense. The eyes seemed to penetrate the deepest parts of my soul. I saw what she saw. I felt as she felt, and I finally knew why she had gone so dark. Her voice, the voice of Zorgonus, and the dragon voice of mother all echoed through my very being;

It was meant for the best. It was supposed to create balance. So dark the souls of man. Can creation not bring life? Can women not crete love. How have we gone so wrong? Drowning, dying, hating, loathing, needing wishing, hopeless. My pain will fill the world. My sorrow will kill desire, and my torment will torture the innocent!

As the feeling of complete loss filled me I became deathly aware of the events leading to the demise of Amy’s soul. I could understand the wish to destroy. The blending was hoped to bridge the destruction and desire for control in man, with the ability of creation, and love from woman. Zorgonus, had not considered how much like man he was. He had not thought about the possibilities of trying to remove the dark from the light. Without the darkness, the light can not prevail. He had successfully blended with a woman, but the light of creation could not contain the dark of control, and the blending had gone completely wrong. Zorgonus now lived as two separate beings; one completely dark, consuming everything through Amy, and the other only the empty shell of a great dragon, forever stuck on the isle of its creation. The same isle Amy had burned to ashes, after killing her family and only sister. Madness had consumed her for the tens of thousands of years following that event. Once again my mind went numb, the world blurred and I found myself back in the subconscious of Aspen. I was still in pain from the events I had just lived through. I felt too many things all at once. I felt pain and sorrow, but I also felt betrayal. I had seen her world through her own eyes. I had felt her loss of Simile and her family. I could only think to myself an the wind blew around me. Could I say I would have become different, had I not been in her shoes? Would anyone ever be able to withstand the loss of so much?

A fuzzy feeling brought me bak to my own reality. Aspen wiggled her mind into my own. I felt her love take hold, and the heat from her soul fill me. Had I been in my own body, and not hers, I would have been trembling. I opened our eyes, so I could see the world. Dawn was coming and still we flew. Mother and the rest were all around me. Aspen filled me and spoke softly.

Are you alright love, I lost you there for a time. Where have you been?

“Where are we Aspen, How far have we flown. Did you not witness everything I just did?”

“No, my dear, your mind was gone from my own. The others and I have been very worried about you. Can you tell me where you went and what you have learned?”

I felt for the emotions to respond, more then words. I knew after the story I had just witnessed it was going to be my heart and soul that got me through this alive, not thoughts and understandings. Though I had seen and felt her past, I was no longer sure I would be able to be impartial to her current situation and points of living. I opened my heart and allowed Aspen to feel all I now felt. I tried to share the world from the point of view of Amy and I made sure to not hold back. I could not put any of it to words, but to my relief, Aspen seemed to get the point. Her energy turned from concerned about me, to concerned about the situation. Again, I opened my eyes, and saw a dim light on the horizon. I also saw the form of land, far off. It looked familiar, but as we continued to approach it, I realized where we now were. The island looked different now, but the peaks were still just as jagged. There were no trees along the beach, no green in any direction, only a completely dead look and feel. I knew the waters below were cold and icy. This was the birth place of Amy, Simile and Zorgonus. The dawn was coming, the black of night shifted to light, and everything I now knew became so clear in my mind. That was the great loss at the hand of a dragon. Amy had been chosen to create a bridge, for light and dark. Only the two had already been bridged by male and female. You can not separate that which already creates balance. You can not tear the dark from the light. In a world so vast and natural, only one thing could come from breaking the balance. Pain.

Innocence Dream


I woke in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat, tears falling from my eyes, and no reason I could think of. I had gone to bed alone, I should have waken the same. But as my conscious mind came alive, I felt hands on my skin. Under my lace panties, across my ass cheeks. I felt fingers probing into my sex, and tingles tearing across my body. I could not breath, fear held me in place, but the longer I stayed silent, the deeper those finger went. Over the hood to cover my clit, pinching here and there arousing me more and more awake. Down between my lips, stopping ever so gently at the opening to my body. The fingers became more as I allowed this to happen. Now my anus was also being robbed. Two fingers then three. My slit was dripping now, my anus pinching in anticipation.. I could just arch my head enough to take in the overwhelming amount of pleasure of it all. The first of any real disappointment when the fingers came out of my sex. I lay there waiting, hoping to see if any more would come. I wanted more, needed more and knew I may not ever wake to this again. Two thumbs stuffed in my ass, fingers wide apart pulling at my cheeks. A slip from my lips letting my seductor know I loved every touch, every second. My breath was short now, my ass completely ready and the first slap took me by complete surprise. My ass cheek burned with the impact, the pleasure and the fear. Who was doing this to me? How had they gotta in my room, and would actually try to stop it? A second slap and I cried out in pain. I felt the bulge, before I could realize what it was. Something large hard and long was being pushed into my sex, it split me open, pushed inside and I tried my hardest to take it all. As my sex split open, so did my awareness and need! It was in, my body screamed and then came the second, Another push on my ass, another push another wave of pain and enjoyment. Could this go on forever. more hans on my body, slipping under my breasts, taking hold of my now erect nipples. Hard, round now being pinched in need. The pulse in my ass, pulled in and out. The pulse in my sex only stayed as it was. I could not cry out, my breath had left me. I could not beg, my mind had all but gone numb. The pulling on my tender breasts took hold, I fell and fell. I was weightless, my body shook. My skin on fire, my fists in pain. Deeper now, deeper still. Over and over the waves of pleasure took their toll on me. I was fucked. I was slapped and I loved it all. I was close to it now, I could feel the rush, the pain, the intensity and then…


(3) From Darkness to Light


dark sideHer perfectly sculptured body took my first fall and the second, and the third. As the rhythm began to take hold she slowly started to gasp and moan! If I had thought her dripping sex was going to be the highlight of this night, I would have been wrong. My first shot filled the empty cavity in her swollen ass. It gave way to more of my rock hard cock, pulling and pushing in the depths of her body. All the way out, all the way in I fucked her! Her cries were soft, but the orgasm she was building was far more. I could barely hold onto her hips, as the sweat mixed from our two bodies. The next try was for her hair, but even that was soaked through and through. Idle hands had never been a good thing for me, so out of nothing else to do with them, both hands started taking turns slapping the opposite sides of her ass. The first ten hits only gave way to soft moans, nothing now compared to a powerful ass pounding on the inside. After ten or so slaps though, her cheeks turning red, her energy fading and her throat went dry, I managed to make her cry out, almost in a mixture of sweet pain and torment.

It was time for her second orgasm of the night, and I dare say the first did not even compare. It was on a inward plunge into her swollen ass, that the burst came. Her knuckles turned white from clasping so hard. Her body shook from the force that had been trapped inside and again her peach shot moisture in every direction, including all over my front. Two splashes in one night. The first on my face, now the second all over my sex, I was not sure I would ever be strong enough to stop fucking this one. I let her down slowly this time. No more spankings, no more choking. I left her to shake an softly cry on the cold concrete floor. As she lay there, the darkness seemed to swallow her whole. Her whimpers faded more and more till no sound escaped her lips at all. Her body lay silent and cold. I leaned down, picked her up and placed her on the pile of pallets. Her nipples we’re harder now then they had been during the rush. The room was getting cold, and her body had nothing left to warm it.

I curled down next to her, holding her closely so to share my own heat. She, in turn, hugged into me, wrapping her arms and legs around me till I was nothing more then a heat stone with an amazing woman wrapped around me. Within minutes her body felt at a more comfortable temperature and she unlocked herself from me. I feared we may truly be stuck in the store the whole night, but if there was a way out, we would find it. I helped her to her feet, bending down to pick up her leggings and discarded panties. She only smiled as I handed them to her, but again, like before she took the panties and put them in her pocket. Next her bra still lay next to the door, where we had both removed them some hours before. One article of clothing after another we found on the floor, over a box and back on our bodies. Once fully dressed I could not hold back the desire to simply hold her. I wrapped my arms round her top, pulled her closer to me, an whispered gently in her ear.

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. I did not mean to trap us in the store over night, is there any way out before morning?”

As my words fell on her, she too began to hug and hold my upper body. A smile crossed her face when my hope of her enjoyment fell free. A smile an a simple answer.

“If we are trapped in the store till morning, I am sure we can find other, if not better places to play then back here in the dark. Would you like to play more, or are you ready to depart my company this night?”


I could not believe my luck! She not only wanted to play more, but she wanted to find better places to moan. As we left the back room, we found ourselves standing in a completely dark store. The front lights had all been turned out, but the lights from this display or another caught our attention. The soft green glow from the Starbucks sign was where we both headed now. It was coming to the end of the fall, but the bales of straw, from closer to Halloween were still on the floor next to other decorations. I had thought she was past worn out, but as before, now again and again she rose to another challenge of some passionate act, in my arms. Much different then a few hours before, I held to her, sliding my hands down the insides of her leggings. As my hands crossed her sex, and the now long dried beads of sweat softened her body.  I knew I would want more then just touching, but I also knew I was more then happy to start slowly this time. I leaned in, opened my mouth and kissed her skin. Her face came up to meet me, tongue licking my lips and nipping from time to time. Moments turned to minutes. Minutes to hours and this game, though closer to love then dark, moved us closer then I would have thought possible after our first round in the back.

Her hands caressed me, found my every weakness, and teased further till she got the response she wanted. Her face found my lap and my face, once again. we both came till our energy left us completely. As it turned out, the last two bails of straw ended up spread all over the floor, and every other liquid we could bring up. It was getting towards morning, when I felt her drift off to sleep in my lap.

Last night I wanted to fuck her, use her and make her scream; now I wanted to hold her, kiss and protect her from every other demon like myself. The first car, of the morning pulled into sight, and now it was time to get out while we could. I half picked her up, half woke her as we made for the back storeroom where our night together had started. Lights came on, all over the store, light turned to voices and then to people. Her eyes looked on me with a profound sense of confusion. One side wanted this night to last forever, the other knew we had to part. Would this night be a building block  to another night, or day with my long black haired beauty, or would this be a one time event, we both would look back on and wonder, how when & why?

(2) Trembles in the Dark


As the lights went out, and we once again found ourselves alone, she came to stand behind me, trembling in the dark. At first I thought her shaking was from the chills in the air. It was when her hands came up from behind me to rest on my still hardened cock. I knew then, her trembles were not from mere cold, but from an unfinished need. As her hands slid over my front, a primal need arose within me, and I had no intention to do anything about it. I thought I was in deep till she leaned in, move her hands to my breasts, and spoke in a most delicious tone;

“I want you in me. Please fuck, please..”

A small mischievous grin crossed my face, but I was not looking at her, and we would just have to see who’s need was greater this night. I had never made love, or lust in a stock room, but there was a first time for everything, and this night was about to start. Her hands, still on my breasts, and her lips so close to my ear, I knew I could taste them waiting. A sudden rush of my own covered my body and the blood, which had started to recede flowed back into a waiting shaft, for her delicious tone. In one quick movement I turned to her, spun her round and pinned her between myself and a stack of pallets. Normally I would not be so harsh to a lady, but this one didn’t seem to mind. I had a growing need to slap her face, but since she was new to me, and I her, I decided against it, at least for the moment. I took the time to glance at her face, and the mixture of scared, shocked and ready. Her soft features filled with lust gave way to shadows and burning eyes. I let her go as she rolled back on the pallet. her legs coming up, in anticipation of my removing of her yoga pants. As they came off, I was quick to notice her still puffy vagina, and the lack of panties. Looking to her, she smiled and pulled them from behind her back. Held in a bunch, they too fell to the floor, an I could no longer hold myself back. One gentle slap to her face and her gasp was worth the shock she now wore. I might also note the place of moisture from between her legs and the tightening, now hoping for more. I was becoming more and more playful and in my world that could mean almost anything. So many options, such a beautiful and obedient body to play with. I quickly removed my pants, grabbed her legs, still held up from my undressing of her. I pulled her to the edge of the pallet, coming to meet her sex and found a sweet wet opening and pushed.


Her first moan echoed off the walls in the storage space. She pressed her legs to my breasts and reached back to hold on for dear life. Every time my cock pulled free of her peach, It squished and splattered just as if being a fresh bit of fruit being cut on a cutting board! From time to time, I would pull back, slap her breasts and face. I knew this could not be the only way I used her this night, but it was a damn good start. After another slap to her face, and the screech the followed, I tore myself from her, grabbed her beautiful black hair and pulled her to her feet. This time I wanted to be on my knees. I sunk down below her, turned my face to her driving sex and pushed in, teeth, tongue and nose. The second explosion escaped her the moment my tongue first touched slipped in. Normally I am not thrilled when a woman cums all over my face, but this woman I had dreamed about. I had begged the night for the courage to take her, and now it was her turn on top and I was more then happy to have a face full. I felt every crease of her vagina, the lips, the valleys and the clit. I rested on that thought, for just a moment, then ground it between my teeth, and reached up to push four fingers from my left hand into her! I wanted to force more, and when I tried a scream echoed across the room, and out onto the floor. Her simple shaking was now a full forced orgasm and I took one more step towards ecstasy and filled the rest of her, with my whole right hand! As my wrist bones slid into her body, her orgasm turned violent and her entire being rocked backwards. Landing on the pallet, my fist still engaged in her sex, and my face still up front and personal, I knew I had never pushed any woman, of this age or build this far. As I pulled my hand free, and yet another scream found the dark, I knew I had everything I have dreamed of, these past months. When my hand was free, and she now needed something new to occupy her I had no chance to miss the beads of sweat falling from hr nipples, breasts and hips. Her sex looked like she had just climbed out of a summer lake at midnight. A bit of glitter behind her reviewed a stainless door, an I knew exactly what lay behind it. As I walked forward, I pulled her by the neck and pulled open on the handle. To my joy it was unlocked and a great blast of nitrogen fog erupted everywhere from the deep cold beyond. She tried to resist, and her feet started to stick to the floor but the sensation of cool on my hot skin gave me more to hold on too. Once in the freezer, our bodies both caused a mass of steam, as the night had gone none stop. Her knees starting to shake, her mind going numb, and my desire now completely refreshed I pulled her from the cold, bent her over more creates and again pushed myself forward.


As I found myself, again front to her back, I made a slight correction in course and probed at her ass with a wet finger. Her fingers clenched at the boxes below her, and her gasp brought another smile to my face. I leaned in, slid two finger in her tight ass and whispered in her ear;

“You think your ready to scream and moan more my dear? I can tell your body may have been new to this, but your soul was not. This last is from my heart to yours, enjoy!”

As I straightened up, I stood behind her and removed my fingers, I could tell the anticipation was killing her. My cock, fully erect again, pushed on the opening and I fell forward!