Pink Lace Panties


It had just been one of those days. you know the ones I am speaking of. Nothing had gone right. I woke up late, forgot my keys and it was raining cats and dogs when I left the house. I knew on the way to work that I had forgotten something, but I had no idea what till I walked in the door of the office only to be reminded by my secretary of the year-end board meeting. Then it hit me, my presentation I had prepared was sitting on a flash drive on my bedside tale, right next to my alarm clock, so I would not fucking forget it! Yes, this was going to be the day from hell. I bull shitted my way through the meeting reiterating everything I could from memory. Low and behold no one seemed the wiser and I got through it with no serious hang ups. When we were adjured and I thought I was free to go, the boss, Kathryn walked up to me and with an evil grin on her face let me have it.

“You know Steve, it is good to know you never lost your ability to bull shit your way out of a test. It would seem that your college day’s are not all the far behind you after all. The problem with your bull shit today is that you completely forgot the outline of the new contract you were supposed to announce to the rest of the board members. Normally I would chalk this up to you being a fucking idiot like always, but now, I have to do your work for you and make sure everyone is up to speed. Seriously, when the hell are you going to grow up and learn to do your own fucking job?”

I knew before her first sentence was out that I was wanting to kill her, but by the time she finished I knew killing her would never be enough. No, I wanted something more then death for her, I wanted to break her! I wanted to make sure she knew I was not still her little toy as she had told me I was back in college. I wanted to see her face when she knew I was now the one in charge and more then that, I wanted to watch as her whole perfect life fell apart as she knelt at my feet, saying yes, anything you want! Right as I hoped she was finished with her dress down and she was about to turn to walk away, she turned bak to me, smiling the way she use to when she knew she had my complete attention.

“Don’t think you will ever be on top of me, you are now, as you have always been my slut, and don’t you ever forget it!”

My blood was boiling, my face surely red from anger and my hands shook from the anger growing deep within. I wanted to grab her by the neck slam her into the cubical next to me and humiliate her in front of the entire room. No matter how angry she made me she also never ceased to turn me on. My cock, growing ever harder in my pants throbbed with my need to use her as she had always used me. I knew she had gotten to me when I looked at her breasts under her silk shirt. Hard nipples poking through as they always did when she knew she had the upper hand. But this time was different, she had sparked something primal, even evil deep within and I knew I had to find a way to show her she was not the power holder in our equation, no matter how hard that may be to accomplish.

My anger turned to hate, and that turned to a need I was sure I had never felt before. My hands clenched into a ball, a single bead of sweat dripped down the right side my face and she spoke again, only this time to push me way too far. She grabbed my hard cock, pulled it till I almost fell to my knees and spoke as if I were already kneeling before her;

“You really should put that away. this is, after all an office an though you think highly of yourself, you are really nothing more then my bitch! Don’t you ever forget that!”

I was shaking with anger when she let go my cock and walked away chuckling to herself. Every part of me that co-existed with reality and society seemed to simply fade away and something else broke and I knew it would never again return. I watched as she walked off, her perfect ass bouncing up and down with every footstep. For the first time, since she and I had met in English 102 in college, My anger vanished. I wish I could tell you this was a good thing, but I knew it was not. It was not that it was gone, it was replaced with  sense of hatred and desire to do terrible things to one and only one person, Kathryn!

Power had never really been my thing. I was always more of a submissive and I was completely happy to stay that way till Kathryn had made me go completely cold. I sat in my office the rest of the day trying desperately to regain some kind of control over myself. I knew hate would only bring me more misery, but as the rest of the day ticked by I could only think of more and more ways to hurt her, make her beg and bring her personal opinion of herself down from being a Goddess to being something more of a human being. It was forty five minutes till the end of the day when Rose, my secretary opened my door and announced that there was a surprise meeting and I was not going to be able to get out of it. I knew, before she could finish that this was only one more way for Kathryn to make my life more uncomfortable then it had been all day. I knew I would regret forgetting my flash drive all the more by the end of his next meeting!

I set my office so I could leave at the end of the meeting and made my way to the board room, where everyone else had already taken their seats. I walked in only to realize Kathryn had taken her lunch to work out and was now wearing tight purple leggings, a lace pink top and oh yes pink panties just showing along her waist line. I felt myself harden and saw the smile once again on her face. No one else in the room paid any attention to the way she was dressed. It was nothing new on a Friday for her to workout on her lunch break and return to work making ever person, women or man want to lick, suck and beg at her feet. I was the only one in the room who had done every bit of that back in college.

I had spent the first semester after meeting her hoping to run into her so I could ask her out. It had never occurred to me just how evil and sadistic a single woman could be about everything they did. The way she dressed. The perfume she wore and oh yes the way she manipulated every emotion in the room making sure all eyes, minds and sexes were completely on her and her alone. When I had found the courage to finally ask her out, she had been waiting in silence for me to do just that. My cock was in my throat when I tried to make eye contact, but only managed to look at her perfectly rounded breasts. When she said yes, I never imagined it would be the worst mistake I would always regret throughout the next six years of my life.

Our first date was to work out together in the campus gym. I had always taken good care of myself. I ran daily and had a decent six-pack abs. I was not shy of who I was and I had never been one to be jealous of any other person, not even a woman. All that ended when she showed up at the gym, and every eye, every mind and every thought targeted her and her alone. She looked as if she had just walked out of a VOGUE magazine. Every bit of her was past perfect and everyone in the building looked at me wondering how someone like me had the opportunity to spend the afternoon with her. First we agreed to run three miles around the indoor track and throughout the entire ordeal I allowed myself to lag behind her just by a bit. Her ass, and hips bounced as if the almighty had made them to only attract attention and she had mine in completion. By the end of the work out I had a cock unlike that of the thunder God himself. It ached with need and my mind had long since run away with sexual fantasies of everything I wanted to do with her and she with me. We went back to her dorm and I sat on her bed as she removed every bit of her skin tight clothing. She walked out of her room, to the shower and returned dripping wet, knowing I wanted to be touched and she did nothing of the sort.

Days of this turned to weeks and then to months and never did she make any attempt to touch me, kiss me or allow me to do anything to her. That year ended with me more tied up in knots then I wanted to remember. We did not talk the next term, or the one after that. I never had another girl friend in college and I think that was exactly what she wanted! When she graduated a semester before me and her company was the only offer I got after my own graduation it never occurred to me that she may have set me up to continue to feel her dominating presence over my complete being. It has now been four years, and every week she found some new way to remind me that in her mind, I was still her toy and that was exactly how she wanted it. Evil, manipulative, sadistic, perfect, Godly and mean were now the words I associated with Kathryn. She had never allowed me to feel the single ounce of care from her, and I was starting to wonder if she was, even human.

Back to the last meeting of the week and the boss I knew I wanted to break and hurt as she has always hurt me. She leaned against the dry erase board, her ass pushing out an those pink panties holding my complete attention. They were the only part of her attire I could concentrate on, and they made my cock swell and my mind swim. As expected she was bringing the rest of the floor up on the bit of information I had forgotten this morning an this I could completely understand. It was when she looked at me, smiled and told everyone else I had been my normal fuck up and forgotten to put this in my morning brief. Many of the others in the room seemed to think her out of line to single me out the way she had, but no one said a thing. No one ever said a thing to counter her actions or mean remarks of my being a normal person who is prone to make the occasional mistake. When the meeting came to a close she walked up to me, smiled and placed her hand on my crotch making me even more aware of how submissive I still was to her.

“I hope you understand I could not allow the week to end without allowing everyone else to know how you fucked up this morning and as you see no one will challenge my authority over you. Not here not anywhere and it is good after all these years you know that making the mistake thinking you were on my level to ask me out was so terribly far from reality, I will never allow you to forget it!”

Again my anger flared and this time I actually acted on it grabbing her hand pulling it off my cock and pushing her away from me. I stood up, met her eye to eye and spoke making sure she knew she would soon retreat making me feel the way she always did.

“You think you have the right to make me feel less about myself because I made the mistake thinking you were a human being back in college, well you are sorely mistaken! If you ever touch me again, out of place in public or in the office, I will make sure you are fired for sexual harassment. Now, you evil bitch, do you understand me completely!?”

I knew instantly from the look on her face she had never expected me to stand up to her, or turn her own words against her, but the moment I said it, I felt better then I had in years. I walked out of the room, not allowing her to speak and not looking back either. Since I had already set my office in place, I took my brief case and made my way to the elevators and out of the building.

On my way home I started to fear I may have upset a woman I should not have stood up too, but I got home, changed into my running gear and grabbed the leash for my best friend and went running. It was nearly dusk by the time we got home. I had completely forgotten about the terrible day at the office. I took my shower and prepared myself to go out and find a drink and maybe a good conversation at my favorite bar, Taft Ale House.

I arrived just before the crowds did and as I found a seat at the bar, I ordered a dark stout, I found myself relaxing and forgetting everything that had gone wrong this week. A few sips and the sounds of the crowd walking in helped me more then my run had. That was till I found my senesces overwhelmed by an all to firmilure aroma. A woman sat down on the seat next to me and before I could react to the smell, I knew who she was and also knew she had gone too far. Turning, I saw Bernie, the bartender thinking he was in luck with such a fantastic woman at the bar tonight. I put down my drink, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out into the street and the cool nights air.

Her perfume made my head spin, her long red dress made my senses sting and I could only react an this time she would not use me, I would be the one in use of her or so I thought!

“Just what the fuck do you think you are doing here? You have never come here before. I know this is not your scene and I have had all of you I can take for one week!”

Before I knew it she had reared back and slapped my face was if I were nothing more then a toy she had not used in far too long. The sting brought all my needs to the surface all at the same time, and my first reaction was to kiss her. All the years of her mental abuse. All the years of her pushing at me, and all the years of me taking it without fighting back hit my face much harder then her hand had.

My lips became entangled with her own. My passion found her own and my tongue slipped past her outer barriers and into her mouth. I could feel the hairs on her arm raise as our mouths and tongues danced together for the first time. My body pushed up on her and I could feel her nipples go hard in anticipation of what I may do next. Neither of us seemed to care that those on the street could not stop watching us, but it was my hand for a change to slide down over her dress, finding the soft slit folded together hiding a vagina long awaited to my touch. She leaned into me as I slipped my fingers up and down over her helping her to relax, but also bringing her fully out to play. When my inner desires made themselves known and I started to bit her lips, she opened her eyes, and for the first time since we had met, they smiled at me. Not only with passion, but even a hit of love as well. Had I missed something? Had all of her mistaken evil been nothing more then her own disastrous form of foreplay?

I was amazed as her hands stayed still on my hips and she allowed me to touch caress and explore her every curve and body. When I had held, grabbed and pushed in on her ass cheeks I felt a tighter pull deep within and I knew standing on the open sidewalk would no longer do. A dark ally just between the bar and the home next to it, gave us he perfect cover from any onlookers the may have preying eyes. I pulled her into the shadows, pulled up on the bottom of her dress and found, to my complete amazement she had the same pink panties as she had this afternoon. As if a solid pink would not have been enough the reality of the lace brought me all the way down to my knees and I could no longer simply touch her and my face fell forward. Her smell, the softness of the silk fabric and the lips of her vagina below all took hold and I could only smell, kiss and begin to suck at her though those amazing pink lace panties. As she leaned back on the separating fence, she helped me by moving the panties out of the way giving me full access to the slit, and lips beyond.

My tongue and lips kissed her. Softly at first then more aggressively. The way she tasted, the overall need within us both gave way and she pushed her cunt in my face, just as I pushed my tongue into her body. The first of many good sounds to escape her lips gave me hope as I sucked licked and nibbled at her more and more. Her hands came to rest on the back of my head as I pushed ever deeper into her body and sex. When my tongue was no longer able to produce the sounds I wanted her to make, I pushed first one then two fingers into her and continued to suck and lick at her swollen clit! Her moans turned to soft cries as I dug deeper and deeper into her needful body. Her fingers clenched through my hair and her clawing only pushed my need deeper.

Her first orgasm splashed over my face, but nothing could keep me from wanting more and more of her. I stood up, pushed up her dress further moving her bra out of the way and making contact with her breasts, and hardened nipples. More soft cries slipped from between her lips and she pushed her ass into my already swollen cock. Looking behind me, making sure we we’re completely in the shadows I pulled myself free, pulled up her dress, helping myself to remover her pink lace panties altogether and pushed my cock up on the small of her back.

All my worries  and past anger now completely gone I felt her push even harder into me, putting her hands behind her back, grabbing my shaft and placing it at the outermost wet of her sex ready for the push! I no longer hesitated, I held her breasts firm, pulled her body into my cock and pushed past the lips and clit I had just been sucking. The heat, the wet and the power of her first moan took hold of me and we fell into one another as my cock slid easily in and out of her body. Deeper I pushed and deeper she cried as our bodies simply became one. Thrusting, moaning, pinching, holding, fucking was the reality we both now shared! When I would push forward, she would push backward and our bodies would collide and start over again. Seconds passed to minutes. minutes passed to nothingness as two bodies fucked into one.

It was of no concern to either of us when her cries turned to outright screams in the darkness and we were once again reminded that we had not done this in the privacy of her or my home. I though we would go like this forever, that was till a very bright light blinded us both and my cock fell from her cunt and both my and her own orgasm dripped down her legs to the concrete below. The light, sadly did not go away and we both found ourselves being escorted out of the small alley and into a group of onlookers and a set of not so impressed police officers. Their faces made it completely clear they were not happy that we had taken it on ourselves to fuck openly so near a very public place. To my shock and pleasant amazement one of the officers seemed to know Kathryn and only shook his head. He walked up to her leaned over and whispered in her ear. I never heard what he said, but without so much as a bit of red on her face, she let her red dress fall, re-covering her bare ass, and well used vagina. Her panties she handed to me. She walked over to the valet spoke and they promptly returned with her car. I joined her and together we simply left the scene of a possibly uncomfortable situation and for the first time ever, I was glad she held power over others, though I thought to myself it was no longer me.


Bound by Shame

To read the original: A Whore Of A Night


She stood in front of her flats’ door not completely understanding what had happened these past hours…

bruisesIt had been a long night, Amanda’s body hurt in more ways than one. Her wrists and ankles were bruised from the leather restraints. There were rope marks all over her
front and back from being tied and suspended from the rafters. The silk dress her mother had just purchased for her was ruined beyond repair, and more than that her bra and panties were gone altogether. Never before had she thought sex could bring on so many different emotions; pain, fear, excitement and so on. The sex with her random friends had never been anything like this night! She opened the door to her small apartment. She knew her flatmate would want to hear all about her first night out, but all she wanted was ta hot shower, a clean body and to fall into bed.

As she expected, Amy, her flatmate was stretched outcouchon the couch, but not as Amanda had expected. She wore nothing more than black lace bra and a thong. Her legs were neatly tucked behind her ass, and the smile she wore as Amanda entered the room only brought up more dark memories of this past night. Amanda took a deep breath, causing her swollen breasts to ache and her nipples to scream out in pain! She walked into the room, and as expected Amy jumped to her feet rushing her friend and smiled, in a most wicked way.

“Sit down, sit down! Where in the world did you go? You smell like dung, mud, and cows. What in the world happened to your new dress? Your mother is going to throw a fit. You are never going to be able to buy a new one, what happened! You have to tell me everything. Did you get hurt? Did you like it? Will you be going out again? What is that thing around your neck?”

It was the last question that caught Amanda’s ears. She had completely forgotten the parting gift on top of the money for her use this night. Reaching up she felt the soft leather collar and knew this would not be the only night she found herself a bit of property of one or many more men. Her thoughts, momentarily considered the kindness after the storm of her host. It was in that thought, in that memory, she found the strength to move forward with her nights tale.

Amy was very shy, for the most part. She attended Sunday services with her family in London. She was an English Lit student at Cambridge where they had both met, but she did not ever go out with men. One would think she was gay, but she never went out with women either. Amanda had to think hard about the destructive nature of the last twelve hours. How would they affect how Amy saw her? Would Amy let this slip to her family, and thus get back to Amanda’s as well? There were simply too many possibilities for the following story, but as she had learned this night some times you have to let go, trust in the darkness, and try something new. If Amy went crazy, well the would be her shit to deal with!

“Alright! I will go through it all, but you have to promise not to interrupt me. If you can do that, then everything else is open for whatever you desire. Deal?”


Amy was quick to replace more questions and words for helping Amanda to remove
what was left of a once beautiful silk dress. Once lovely breasts now covered in bruises, with the nipples red and looked like they had even bled this night! Amy, not the brightest women in the world, had completely missed the obvious signs of abuse and pain, now had her fingers sliding over the ample breasts, and around the red nipples. Amanda winched from the pain, but slowly became aroused by the simple touch. As Amy continued, a simple pinch turned to sucking and biting. Amanda cried out in pain bringing Amy to an abrupt halt! Amy fell to the floor looking at her friend in shock and maybe for the first time really seeing the marks, bruises, and torment Amanda had suffered during her night out. It was clear from the look on Amy’s face she now felt terrible for not being more aware in the first place. She bent her head as if trying to wordlessly apologize for her lack of compassion. Amanda ignored it and decided to move forward.

Early in the evening, at Workshop Coffee on St. John Street was where Amanda and Amy had been talking over the internet and Amy had dared her friend to go out and see what being a street worker was like. Amanda had been doing a research project on sex workers in the UK for a class in school, but had found next to nothing interesting online about the topic; mostly it was all about massage parlors and nothing like the old days where women would walk the streets and fall prey to whatever they found. The other side of what kept coming up when Amanda searched the net was the darker world of BDS&M. Never having been aware of such things, Amanda kept finding herself growing more and more aroused with what she would see and read. When she had first mentioned the idea of walking the streets like in the old days to her friends, they all thought her to be completely mad, but Amy had thought the whole thing to be a joke, and pushed harder in consequence. When Amanda had decided to go forward with the idea, she had secretly been hoping to find someone into the darker world of Sadomasochism then just sex, but she was not going to tell her friends or Amy.

It had been odd. I still wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing, but when I found myself walking down Charterhouse Street next to Smithfield market. It was late eveningVictorian Englishman and there were many business professionals still out and about. I noticed the other women on the street, though only a few of them wore the part of a sex worker. I, on the other hand, had a new violet silk summer dress on. My mother had just purchased it for me, due to the weather turning warm. A Lace purple bra to match and purple Nike running shoes. I wanted to see who would approach me, before I gave in completely. An older man, I could not guess his profession started looking at me.
His attire was something out of a Sherlock Holmes novel; A long black wool overcoat, black top hat and polished patent leather shoes. He held a walking cane in his left hand and he overall look on his face told of darkness most had never feared.

Just as his attention was completely on me and me alone, I looked round only to find the street now completely empty. It was as if his inner need had scared off all those who had just been around us. There was something familiar about him, something that brought up a small bit of fear in the pit of my stomach, but I did not have time to ponder on that idea before he was on me! He moved so fast that my eyes could not see him move. I knew I had wanted to find the streets of old, but I was a grown woman, and I no longer believed in fairy tales. There was no such thing a vampires, but I could no explain what had just happened before my eyes.

As Amanda spoke, her body started to react to the memories from only hours before.  The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. The fear from before was growing gain, and she knew this night had unlocked something primal, evil, and wanting deep within. Amy found her hands between her legs and the pain building had her edging closer and closer to Amanda. It would seem again that Amy had completely lost sight of the pain her friend had already been through, and once again was ready to get her own bit of the action, regardless of the consequences to Amanda.

I knew this man could turn out to be close to what I had come out looking for, but he seemed to want something more than just my body. He seemed to float up to me, walking not or saying a single word. A few people passed us, but even to me nothing was amiss. I was crossing the circle at W Smithfield into the car park when his body slammed me over the boot of a parked car. Laid out, wind knocked from my lungs, his hands went up under my dress. I felt something cold, metal and hard push against my lace panties, but before I knew what was happening, the end of his cane was pushing past the panties and deep within my body. The pain was more then I thought I was going to be able to bear. One of his hands started to slap and play with the top of my vagina, the power he was using to probe into me was so intense I wanted to scream. In and out his cane used me, one piece after another brought my body to full attention and then it was done. He ripped out the cane, yanked me to my feet and though I had lost all ability to stand on my own, he held my face to his own.  The smile gave me chills and he brought the cane, still
dripping from my sex, to my lips. I knew what he wanted, but I started to refuse. A single slap to my face made think better of my decision and I opened my mouth. As he put the end in, I started to suck it, his voice told me of my newly found fate.

“I think you are the one we heard about. Yes you will do nicely forsucking tonights entertainment. Your small, soft, and ready for a new lesson. You thought a street worker only got fucked, well you will learn there is much darker play in the night then just your sex. When you have cleaned yourself of my cane we will continue. First you will be humiliated for any who wish to watch. Then your body and mind will be bound and you will truly know what you were always meant to be.”

I could not help the fact that I was on the sidewalk, being felt up and sexually tormented and simply wanted more. My breasts had been pulled free of my bra and dress, they hung for all who walked by to see. My panties were down around my ankles and my need was dripping down my legs. My first orgasm took place while he had me bent over a car, with its lights still on.
He had removed a soft purple leather collar from his back and secured it around my neck. Now he was pulling something more from his case; two matching purple leather cuffs for each of my wrists. Once secure he locked my hands away behind my back, making it impossible to do anything about his touch, probing, slapping, and use of me for all the world to see. usedAll this happened in the street like I was nothing more then a toy to be played with. I tried, so hard not to scream, though he seemed intent on me doing just that. As my body started to convulse, and I tried to move, he pushed me forward and dug his fingers in deeper. A few people passed while he used me, a few more still stopped to watch his show. It was the moment he pinched my nipples. I could not hold out any longer. I cried out, shook violently and came until he backed away. My knees gave way below me, and still on the street he pulled out his cock. He pressed it to my lips and when they parted he slammed himself all the way in. As my onlookers watched and smiled, he pulled back and grabbed a handful of hair and yanked until the pain filled my mind. I had thought he would never come, but when he did, he gave me no room to spit and I was forced to swallow his entire load. Gagging from the awful taste and consistency I pulled back only to receive another hard slap to my face. I had never been hit, not even as a child growing up with two older brothers. The pain mixed with my shame having just been fingered and fucked on the open streets made me feel more like an animal then a person. He backed up a step or two, put his dripping cock away, and pulled me to my feet.

I must have looked the part I was now becoming because he smiled at me, and took me by the hands still bound behind my back. I was led across the street, down the road, and to a fancy condo. As soon as we were inside the door to his suite I found myself in the middle of six to eight men. All with their pants down, all stroking their cocks. There were also two more women, though from the sight of them I knew this was not only about sex. They were both bound by ropes twisted and knotted all around their bodies. They were also suspended from the ceiling. On man, completely covered in black was using a long leather flogger taking turns hitting them. bound & floggedOn their bare ass, their hips, their backs, and on their breasts. They only moaned as if there was nothing more amazing in the entire world. I felt my heart fall as soon as I realized I had just been booked for the night. I was still dripping from my first orgasm, and now a beautifully curved nude woman came out of the shadowed corner wearing yet another collar to look me in the eyes. She smiled taking the time to feel my breasts, my still dripping vagina, and kiss me fully on the lips. After her lips parted from my own she whispered in my ear;

“You will perform for all these men as you have performed for the master already, and by night’s end, if you do as you are told, you will be ten thousand pounds Sterling richer.”

I felt her hand move over my ass, and knew I had found what I had been seeking. To show my willingness to obey, I once again knelt down on my knees, looked up into her eyes and readied myself for anything and everything all those in the room may expect of me. As she moved away, she also seemed to float across the room rather then walk. She went to the one still flogging the other two women and was given a long bit of red rope. Before she could return to me, a man, his cock already dripping in his own need came to stand by my side. He looked down on me, pulled his hand back and brought it down on my still stinging face. Over and over he slapped me. I shook from the physical abuse but when my ears rang past imagination, his cock was pressed to my lips and in obedience I parted them and again found my mouth filled with cock! After the first was placed within my lips more and more men came over to rub their cocks on my face. On shot of cum turned to many till I was not only covered, but gagging on it. The woman made her way back to me as the men took their fill. My dress, already covered in cum and urine was removed completely as she started to bound my body in red silk rope. Through the cocks, the twists and knots I lost myself to the madness taking hold of me. As if everything else had not been enough, the woman started twisting and pinching my nipples. The excitement ran through not only my mind and sex, but through my very soul. It was when she attached some kind of clamps to my red nipple when my screams must have been heard halfway across London.

The man who had brought me in had done no more to me but watch. When the knots were set, and my body was completely anchored in rope was when the depth of the nights experience began. The women hung by their knots had been taken down and were now becoming the entertainment of the men in the room. The master, as the woman had called him, was coming towards me with a large silver hook with a ball on the hook end. As I was half drug, two womenhalf carried to the man in black, the ball and hook were plunged within my ass! I could not scream, then pain mixed with a sense I had never imagined. I could only imagine the hook was attached to something already hanging from the rafters above, and bit by bit my body was suspended off the floor. I felt weightless though my sexual mind was swimming in a trance I never wanted to end!
Amy had long removed her bra and pushed her panties off to one side. Her soft pink slit now spread out wide was turning red, as she rubbed it harder and deeper then before. Her hands were still on Amanda’s breasts, and though she had been used enough for one night, she was no longer worried about sleep. As a slave, she was used only to please the men, women and the master in the room. As a roommate she knew Amy would give just as much as she took. A deep sigh of enjoyment brought her back to the reality she had created just hours before. About to start again, Amy leaned in, caught Amanda’s open lips and kissed her. Amy, obviously taken by the story thus far, climbed onto Amanda’s lap, pulling up her dress, exposing black and blue bruises below. Her kiss turned to passion, and passion turned to deep seeded need to express herself through touch, feeling, and sucking. Amanda was not complaining but she felt the need to continue her story just as Amy switched from her lips on her face to her lips between her legs. Amy was pulling her ass off the couch, getting better access to Amanda’s cunt. They both found the momentum they needed to go on. Amanda took a deep breath, felt Amy slid her tongue deep within, and continued her story.

Completely frone of twoee from the burden of gravity, her body was feeling the strain of the bondage. Bruises were making their way into her skin, the anal hook seemed to dig deeper and deeper into her ass. The first of many strikes made contact with her bare skin. A simple wine slipped past her lips and the flogger took her again and again. The clamps already holding fast to her nipples had weights added till they hung, burned and caused me to gasp with every tiny move of my body. Though I had not been lifted as far off the floor as the other women, I soon found out why. I could feel hands on me. I would remember this for the whole of my life. The first body part pushed past my swollen vaginal lips and I could only gasp in ecstasy. It was not a cock, nor was it a tongue, but a small hand turning to a fist! It could not have belonged to any of the men, it was far too small. As this thought passed through my mind, I should have known I could have been completely wrong. The fist took hold of my senses and began to pump my sex, in then deeper and deeper. In and out it probed until I was once again shaking and I could only expose my orgasm that took me all the way to madness!

Even before the hand was removed, the flogging and fingering of my ass began again. Fingers were replaced by cocks. The flogger replaced by a long cane and the bruises could only pile atop the first, second and third! I shook so violently I thought the very rope that bound me would break and I would fall to the floor. They never broke, but my mind and body broke soon enough. The men were shouting, the woman laughing and the master ever looking on with pure enjoyment in his eyes. My shaking turned to convulsions, the orgasms turned to pain and throughout all this, my body was never given a single break.

After what seemed like an eternity, I was brought down from the suspension, only to be bound standing all my extremities spread part. spreadThe sucking and flogging returned as my body was once again exposed in ways I had never know. My mouth had long gone dry and I longed for water. The single thought brought a cup of strong tea to my lips. As the liquid flowed over my tongue and down my throat I found my body falling helplessly to the floor. As I tried to rise, I found a single foot holding me down. The voice of the master then echoed through my soul and the room.

“I am so proud that a single slave could hold her own to the pain, and humiliation we have wrought her this night! Her body has been used. Her mind almost broken and her education expanded. Have any of you anything to say before we all take her to her final step?”

As no voice returned his question I could only lay there in fear as to what this final step may incur. Though much of me had long gone completely numb, I knew when I was being lifted off the floor, but when I felt no hands doing the lifting I was caught in fear. How was this happening? What power could do this without physical means? What would this night show me that I had not already found? I saw bits of mist floating around my body, but still felt nothing physical. I was not only lifted, I was turned head over heels. Left and right allowing every part of my body to be exposed to any who wanted one last shot at me! The men and women took their streps back allowing me to fully realize this was something completely different then the rest of the night. It was as if my mind were being monitored and the moment I realized something much more power had taken control of me the darkness filled in and began to break me! Every pore, every entry to my body, my nipples, my naval, my very mind all set the shook as the power around me bound me, hit me, used me, and showed me something terrifying no one is this world had ever known! In a single instant I was being pinched, bitten, fucked, fingered, used, slapped, whipped, flogged, and broken.

Those around me cheered as I fell to the ultimate power! I jerked and spasmed. I cried out, screamed and shook with the intensity of the universe. I did not orgasm once, but many times in the split of a moment! My mind tingled as the power took its full use of me. The master stood just below me smiling as if taking responsibility of what was happening to me. Every part of me cried out, begging for peace that never came. Darkness took me long before my complete torment came to an end! In my dreams I still screamed! The universe flowed through me aFloating
s if I were the conduit for pain, pleasure, and suffering. Nothing was wasted in my use. Nothing was lost as it came and went over and over. Even in the darkness of my mind I could still see and feel energy making me whole. I was drowning in completion, my body and physical being slipping away. When the universe had taken its complete fill, I woke standing on the front porch to my building. No one around me, dress hanging off me like some old rag.
I still shook with the knowledge of what had become all too possible this night. Had it been the darkness of the master that had taken me, or the other member of that room? I walked up the steps trying to truly understand what had happened. I knew it had been real, because my body and mind hurt. My holders had left no proof of their existence, though I could not have imagined any of it! The door now loomed in front of me and I knew Amy would be waiting up. Who was I now? What had been done to create this new me? Could I move forward knowing what I now knew? So many questions, so much sweet torment and pain. How could I move forward in such an innocent world, knowing it would be the only thing I ever wanted again…


Sex, it is one of the most exquisite forms of personal touch we as people can share, use and taste. When you want it, there is nothing else that can take its place. The touching of skin on skin, the taste of salt, only the human body can produce and the inner need that will grow, more and more till your body, or the body you now share explodes.clothed It happens from within, there is no rhyme no reason, there is only need! As an erotic author, I often have a powerful need, or desire, that too often, my words, or phrases cannot fully fill. I wake from a night’s sleep, much like the one I did only minutes ago. The need is clawing its way to my surface and I know if I don’t write, the rest of the day is going to pull me into a depth of shadow, and trouble breathing. One need is as powerful as the next, but often those needs can cause a certain kind of response my body or person cannot fill. Whatever dream state I had been in, no matter the topic, my inner personal drive for something more sensual, maybe even primal tears me awake and though I sit down, mostly with intentions to move my needs into your life and help to fill some expanse between us, I know the possibility is, this will only cause more annoyance. (An inner laughter echo’s through my ear with this realization)

How many stories does it take for me to tease you to a point where you can no longer read? No longer take my deep seeded teasing? That if you don’t get some kind of personal gratification you know you may simply curl into a tiny ball, fitting and screaming? Where this is my objective, being as I am, I also have to find a way to bridge the gap between deep seeded lust, and words. I want you to yearn for touch. I want you to squirm in your seat, or maybe where you now lay. Maybe your fingers will enter your lips, and the perfect taste of human skin, mixed with salt will open you further to a primal need only touch can fulfill. Will you suck deeper? Will you move those fingers from one set of lips to another? Are you male or are you female? How far can I push you this day? Please, allow me to tempt you on. I want to know you are as uncomfortable as I now sitting her writing these words, as you are sitting, lying there reading them, as if I am in your room whispering this in your very ear! These words passing through my lips into your openly awaiting mind. Shall I tempt you on? Oh yes, where do my words come from and how deep within you will they get before your own desires and need take control? Is there a target in my mind?

Is there one woman or another that causes me to have my push, to want to write, or want to tease? In the case of today, well yes, yes there is. But know you now openly, I have many muses on the net, around the world, so on and so forth. But one in particular right now is teasing me! Oh yes her body is forever spinning in the back of my mind. Showing me, tempting me on. Her body,body her lips, her always erected nipples. The pink shading out to soft shades of tan or white skin. The perfect look only a woman of a perfect age can manage. It teases me, it tempts me, my own inner torment now pushes me on. Further and further down my own rabbit whole, if you will. Who is she, will I ever truly know? Is she more than simple pictures, is there a soul connecting her curves to my mind? Have we spoken on some occasion? Have those words driven me to write this now, for you as only I can? You are now the one who has to fill in the answers, not I. Allow me to steer you back to the madness spinning below my surface. All of her body I can see. All minus he eyes. They elude me! They cause me more pain that no words or writing will ever be able to fill. Though, her hips, her tummy, the skin. It is always skin for me. It is what make me mad with need. It is the cause and now your effect. Her skin, the desire to caress. My want to pinch, hold grab or pull. Her skin is always my need. I see the soft curves. The lines only she can wear, the shadows turned to turns. Can you see them, can you touch them, want them need them? Can you, am I all alone in this, the madness is drawing me in, drawing you farther.

She sits there partially clothed, partially nude.perfect spot Always showing you your need. She is a mind, a body a thought. Allow it to consume and torture you. Is it her smile, her body, her lack of truth that draws you in? Can she torture you, can she hurt you, let your mind fall? It is the perfect spot, you know the one the tiny curve just below her sex, where her thighs pull outwards, making a spot only to arouse you further. The gap at the end of her line starting in her low back. Follow it down fallow it to its end, when your fingers play, can you see it? Is she your madness, she is mine.

What is now churning within you? Are you hot, wet dripping pinching or even pulling? Will your fingers turn to fist’s, will your need want more? How now can I help you, what can I show you, can I twist you on? In this very moment there is no expression. There is no way to deal, no way to unfold the desires within us all. She is my need, my passion my want. She is the touch, the kiss, the suck, she, like others have now become my everything. See her, taste her. Dream her, need her, want her. Open your mind, take out your soul, know there is nothing without her. She is everything and nothing but a shadow now becoming more. Maybe started out as a picture, who became words who now only exists to fuck with your mind and need.  Her expression, her body, her shape her exquisite existence will drive you on. She is true madness! Let her bend over in your mind. Allow her ass to fill your sight. Panties are all that separates your sight from her glory! Her legs, muscles, down to her feet. Grab her hips, see yourself behind her. There go your fingers into fist’s again. Look down, you sad soul, see her beauty, it is there in your sight all of her exposed for your need. Will she look back as you, as she refuses to do to me? Will your eyes meet ever so gently right as you decide to take her. Take her you fool, take her now! Don’t hold back, don’t allow fear to control your action, touch her hips, they are there waiting for you, calling to you.

She is forever mine; need.

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Nothing Held Back!

Gypsy'sOver all it had been a good week, nothing  special, but nothing bad either. In my line of life, I am always on the lookout for something to spark my sexual or erotic interest. This week had been slow, work and nothing amazing to write about.  As of this moment, I think I am simply going to head home, and hope my current state of alcohol dose not impair me to think clearly. Walking out of my favorite bar, Gypsy’s on Mainstras, in Covington KY was not expecting the night air to be so warm. Down the two steps, around the coroner to a barely lit street and I could not help but notice the sound of ecstasy in the near distance. I had intended to walk to my car, but the grunts, groans, and gasps of a woman voice only continued to draw me closer. Turning left then right, I found myself on an old street I had never seen before. I looked behind me, but only saw the blur of what looked like a tunnel in the night. The houses all around me looked new, for this part of town, but the house directly in front of me, gave the hint of modern, but filled with every form of open minded erotica known. The front door was just barely ajar, and upon walking up the front steps, I saw a sign, only a fool could miss.


This house, for this evening is open to all who

wish to swim in ecstasy.

Enter on your own choosing, but should you

find yourself over your head, for all those

present, please leave quietly.

Peaking around the door, I saw the first, but not the last couple using a wall, as a sex prop. This couple was still clothed, but the woman, in a long white dress, had a mans hand buried between her legs, dress pulled up just enough to allow him entrance and the look of intent pleasure on both their faces. She had long black hair, her hands pinned above her head on the brick hallway leading to the back of the house. There were small spots of wet growing as his hand continued to move back and forth helping her voice to release a small but erotic moan from her parted lips. oneThis couple was close to silent, but further in the house, I could hear not only grunting from more then two voices, but screams, cries and words of sexual pleasure being cried to the open air.

Without a doubt, this was the place I had been seeking all week, possibly for weeks on end. I opened the door enough to allow the rest of my body to edge around the small crack, between the outside world, and the world of sex within. I could not stop watching the couple in front of me. The woman was now ruling from her parted lips, and  her dress, everything below the hips was not soaking wet from her growing need. I almost wanted to sit on the floor, watch this event unfolding, and pull out my laptop. Something told me, they would be more then open to having me watch, but my body; hips, breasts/nipples and sex were now wanting much much more then just a good show. I wanted to be on the wall! Giving my all to another and nothing held back. I knew the rest of the house held a good possibility of helping me be on the wall, or holding another to the wall or bed. Nothing I had drank tonight had prepared me for this kind of fortune, but my panties were already wet, the couple before me were now removing their clothing, and her full perfect breast fell free of her bra, and a single nipple was found by his cupped hands and fingers. Just as her fingers clenched into fists, the first of many to come orgasms rocked her to the floor. As he mouth opened to allow his fully engorged cock inside, I noticed another woman, sitting alone in the adjacent room to my right. Sitting on the only couch in the room. She did not look real, at first glance. she had a full figure, like something truly from the past. Large round breasts, ample hips and the sculpted face of an angel.

Her eyes were barely open, looking on to the couple now behind me, in the throughs of sexual power. I saw her look up, see me standing in the doorway and her smile almost brought me to my knees. She sat in a perfect position so I could take in her every curve. The front of her massive breasts, were covered almost completely with her nipples and pink surrounding. BeautyV1I2005Her  hips flowed from a high back to her ass. It was no normal ass for the twenty first century, it was closer to the mid ninth century. Her hands, though placed carefully in her lap, now moved to the side to allow me to see her sex, and red hair just below her naval.

She tilted her head again, this time looking directly at me. She smiled softly and motioned me to come over next to her.  I moved carefully around the first two I had seen tonight, moved into the sitting room, and hopped my growing need and desires would not be too awfully apparent as I came to stand in front of her. I could not help the desire to reach out and hold a breast in my hand. As I was about to move, she moved first. She stood in front of me, then moved so her back was to the wall, every part of her now showing, and her lower legs just crossed enough to explode her hips. Her smile had not vanished and I felt a powerful need to lean in, while doing so a scream rocked the house as the woman in the hall behind me fell to the floor, shaking grunting and was forced face first into the wall as her man pulled her ass apart and continued to pound himself deep inside her still shaking body. One scream after another brought not only my nipples fully erect, but the woman standing in front of me!

Her left arm, now resting just above her breast I fell 91661df8dc8ffccce4ea562c24f39848forward and kissed her full. I could not longer breath, though I can’t say I truly cared either. Her lips, my lips, the warm breeze flowing in from the still ajar front door licking our skin as one move led to another. I had never held a woman with such full breasts, not forgetting the hips as well. I moved my lips from her own, to her neck, down over her nipples, only stopping long enough to gain a moan from her. Down further till my tongue slipped into her naval. My hands still held her hips, I could not hold them all, from the depth of her curves and the size of my hands. Her soft skin invited me in further and further till, I came hard, filling not only my lace panties, but my jeans too. As the first drips fell from her twisted red covered peach, I caught each and every one, running the very tip of my tongue up and over her clit. Pausing ever so slightly to keep her interest. I brought my hands around to her front, pulling her peach apart as I filled my mouth, tongue and nose with her completely!

The moans and screams behind us softened over time, and we could hear the deep embrace of one set of lovers, cooling down after their first explosion. No names danced in my mind, as I knew no one here. My present woman, fell to her knees, my mouth now pinned to the floor and her hips rocking back and forth, using my face to gain one more groan. My face, completely covered in her cum, I thought this would never end. As the thought left my mind, she smiled down on me, and retook a stance above me. Her voice broke my thoughts, but I was anything but sad for them to go.

“I think you and I may have to meet again in another time, another place. But for now, I long for a long hard cock to rock my inner world, so if you will excuse me, I am sure you will find more enjoyment on the upper floors.”

“Thank you for the touch and orgasm, I think I will go  find the same as you, but yes, meeting you again would be wonderful. Again, thank you!”

Our bodies parted and she walked out of the room, to the stair and rose from my sight. the first two had also slipped off during our drenching, so I found myself completely alone, and in further need of my evenings sexual exploration. As I stood there and thought about it, a good hard fuck would be wonderful about now. moans and cries still owed my ears from the floors above. I wondered through the rest of the first floor, not much to see. As I walked through the kitchen, I randomly picked up a bottle of Jack sitting on the counter next to the stove. The first gulp, made me realize just how sober, I had become after leaving the bar. I continued my steps through the first, not wanting to miss a single drop of need, before returning to the stair and climbing to the second floor.

Once on the second floor, I saw just how much I was truly missing. Five doors, all leading to separate sets of moans, cries and at least one to the sound of a whip on bare flesh!Still wet below my jeans, I took a peak in the first door to my left. the room was massive, with one wall painted almost entirely in a deep shade of purple. The single body of a well endowed woman stood facing out, holding her hands at her sides. A click from an old door, off to the side allowed a lovely muscular man to step into the room. His cock already dripping from a good cum, he came forward and sat directly in front of the woman. Her dark shiny hair made an outstanding contrast to the colors around her, and the deeply tanned skin of the man, now sitting at her feet. She looked down on him, smiling as she parted her legs. this single act changed the view of they two entirely. His face now completely consumed by her already dripping cunt, set the picture of what was sure to come next.

without a sound, or a single word wallasking me to leave the room, he leaned forward and put his whole attention into the woman before him, and the task she had made completely clear. Her hands moved, first over his head, hold it in place as she thrusted forward again and again. Slowly her eyes rolled back into her skull leaving him to bring about the next turn of events, should they ever come. Her hands, now held together above her head, only gave her more stability as he  pushed further into her soaked cunt, her moans now falling from her lips. His right hand held her left hip and continued to caress it till his other hand could be seen, at least by me, to be making its way around back. I could have placed a bet on where it was going, but the moment the fingers we’re out of sight, her second eruption, but physical, sexual and verbal shot from her every being!

His face never left his spot. She sprayed him, knocking his head back with the power of her hips and orgasm both. All this time her eyes had been closed, but now they opened and found me taking my own enjoyment from the act she and he were performing before me. the sight of me brought that more excitement to her poise. As she again thrusted his head backwards, I took this as a good time to make my escape. Her eyes pierced me as I left the room, but as I tried to back out, I found they were not the only ones being watched!

She had long blond hair, and though I had been hoping for a man who may give me the fuck of my life, I was not, in any way, going to complain when the look in her eyes took me, pulled me across the hallway and faced me into a wall of my own. The Jack still pouring down my throat, had taken his toll. My mind swam, my body loosing feeling but tingles on a tin roof. I felt her hands run up below my dress. First removing my panties and then openly showing my bare ass to any who happened to wonder by. Her hands, full and soft found my breasts, as I had no bra, and immediately found my nipples hard and waiting. Now with only one hand holding my position on the wall, the other hold the almost empty Jack bottleI drank down the last drops of dark joy, as this woman started her exploration of me. She leaned in, whispering softly in my  ear. May 2I found I was going to be used, not only by one, but two when she finished with me. I turned my head, ever so slightly and saw a well maintained man, standing just to the far side of the hall. Watching me, as I had just been watching another couple, and the first before them. I felt dirty, ready for anything and security wishing to be nothing more then a bit of meat, for others to use as they saw fit!

I could only imagine what he saw as she started to use me, probe me, pinch and lick my every bit. Was her ass showing as well? How did we look, standing in the opening of the hall, she behind me, and my lips parted only for the liquor almost completely gone. Did my breasts do me justice from below my raise dress? Did the sight of us both bring him to his knees, I may never truly know.

While her right hand cupped and pinched my right nipple and breasts, I could only cry out, for the pain was intense. I could not feel the rest of her body, at this time, meaning she was far enough back for me to only be used by her hands, and her words;

“I think watching you watch them made me want you more then just about anything in my life. I no know the joy and maybe pain I will bring to you this night, will never be matched! I also know my dear friend Garry, the one now watching us will bring you to cum, and tears all the same. Do you feel me, Do know of the darkness I now swim, though I am no longer alone.”

may-2I swam as she used me, as I felt I would fall forever,  strong arms caught me. My clothing now completely gone, minus a slip still hanging across my breasts. My high heels made it hard to hold my balance, while his hands pinned me to yet another wall. My breast fully cupped my hands trying desperately to hold to his belt and falling pants. Would I get that fuck now, or just enough to torment me to scream in unused pain. As we danced together, his pants did fall from his body and his cock used me till I screamed out in pain. My mind had gone limp, my body, now nothing more then mere enjoyment to any and all who wished to use me this night. He fucked my slit, fucked it till he knew I could take no more. But not more to him, was completely different then no more to me. I again, found myself on the floor, but with a face full of cum-dripping cock. This he helped into my open mouth. the salty mixed with the wet took me by surprise. I knew my body was his to command, so I took him in. Sucking, gagging and swallowing all he gave me!

I lost all sense of time, as my skull was fucked for longer and longer still. His cum now dripping on my arm breasts. I could no longer move, my head along with my back ever pinned to the wall. What would come next I could not imagine, though I did not have to wait long. I was picked up half drug down the hall, tossed on a bed of silk sheets, and my hands were bound in partially leathered cuffs.

I had once again been passed off to another user. wallThis time, me on my knees and a fully  suited male behind me. My head, face and neck pulled back for his pleasure, no longer my own. Though I could feel his hard cock from below his pants, he would not remove it and use it on or even in me. I only stood behind me, seeming to ready me for my finial use. Though I wanted the next part to come, it seemed as if it never would. The same fingers that had held my head, now pulled my lips apart as I could not cry out. I could only endure, and push forward. As the light in the room added to nothing but black, I heard yet another set of footsteps enter the room. Would this be my ending this night, or would more use and hurt me beyond my  deepest imaginations? The man behind me held for some time to come. Forcing my face into the soft bed, my ass was slapped once or twice. Hard dry fingers pushed three way into my slit and my first cries had to have been herd all the way back to the bar! bed boundThis was not the end, but only the beginning of the darkness to take me past physical enjoyment, into the realm of pressure through pain. though my sex was not used again this night, that is not me saying my body and mind were not fucked far past my expected use. Once off the bed, I had my hands and arms hoisted above my head. My breasts fell free, though I could no longer feel them completely. I held to the rope now suspending me, and knew this night had been planned out in hell! the first paddle of leather to my ass, gave me no room for fear. Again and again I felt the sting. My body 10though no longer my own surgery forward with each and every strike. My eyes held closed I heard no words. No talking and no instructions. I fell to the dark torment I was having whipped on to my very flesh. I came more then I had ever thought possible. I dripped, sprayed and convulsed till  my body was forever not my own. My mind was slipping. Could this be reality, or had I stumbled into some kind of dark world never to be read or seen again? the use continued till my sight failed me and the whole world went black. I knew nothing, felt nothing and cared less for anything. As my mind fell to true darkness, my flesh woke from some kind of sleep, I can not tell. Would I live to tell this tale, or would my life simply slip away?

Elisha, Elisha! Dear it is time for us to go home, and for you to rise!

I opened my eyes looking around to realize I was still in the bar. My body ached, my legs still soaked and my reality challenged, far past the reality of normal man. I tried to rise, but found I had indeed drank far too much to do so. I could hear them calling me a cab, but my mind could not agree that it had all been a dream. My ass still stung, and my wrists had red marks from the bindings that had held me up and down. Something had taken me from my seat this night. Something knew I would indeed wake and have to puzzle the rest out for myself. The cab arrived, and a nicely dressed man came out to hold the door for me. I climbed in, waved off the bartenders and gave my address to the driver, the rest I could not tell, for I remember close to nothing.

I can only suggest when you are far too stressed out, and your dreams and desires tend to fall to the darker side of reality, don’t give in to despair, you may just find yourself in a house part dedicated to you, your flesh and your eternal use. But above all else, no matter where a good drink takes you, Never hold Back!


Cries in the Darkness



It had been one of those days, listening to all the boring shit, through too many desperate meeting. Too many women on control trips of no use trying to impress the CEO’s from oversea’s. This company had been failing to produce any kind of profit, for far too long. The game, as some saw it, was a loosing one, and those at the top, or close therein had not caught on to the endgame, not as of yet, any way. I had known, ten years ago when I took this job, I would be working for a company, already in the pits, trying to pull its self free of disaster. I had also known all along it was a hopeless situation, but I had been in need of a job, and the pay was considerable. But today, today the one woman I had been taking orders from since the beginning had pushed me far, too far! When my parents died and my friends had told me to sell the cabin, I knew, someday I would be glad I had held on to it, that day had come. Tina, that stupid controlling bitch was going to find out what I do with my spare time, she was going to learn to ask tonight. She would learn to plead, and fuck yes, she will learn to beg! Every inch of her figure could always be seen from above her tight fitting outfits. Her nipples stood out far more often then anything coming out of her mouth, even when she could not learn to shut it in this meeting or that! After tonight I would have to move again; I would have to start over as I have done, so many times in the past, but this night, this bitch would make everything in my future worth all the fuss. The first time I had seen her, I knew it would be she to tear down the tiny world I had been building. I knew one day, Tina would be the next act of savagery, making me, once again flee the world of light, I so deeply loved.

I had just turned into the Exon, on the outer limits of the mountain pass. I knew there would be no one, or next to no one here, at this time of night. I knew the pumps would all be set to debut, or credit only, and even if she made any, or too much noisy, there would be no one here to hear her. As if the thought entering my mind had somehow alerted her to the car pulling to a stop, she just had to start up again.

“Carter, you fucking perverted slice of shit, let me out of here this minute. Do you fucking hear me, I will laugh as the police take to you like a bit of scum on their boots. LET ME GO, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!”

I knew I had a few options here. I knew I could open the trunk, slap her face and tear off her lovely silk blouse and then laugh at her reaction. This was the top choice, I wanted to do so badly, but I also knew if the trunk lid were up and a car drove in, it would be two if not three or four bodies littering the woods when I was finished. Don’t get me wrong, if there were another woman to play with before death, it may make it all worth while, but I still just did not need the damn fuss. I walked around to the pump, beat on the lid and softly spoke, as if speaking to  sleeping child.

“Tina, do you know how long I have waited to bring you out here? To tear off, not only your cloths, but your soul, your sex and your life? Do you even know what is coming for you this night? Now do be a good slut and SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!”

I had not meant to raise my voice in the last, but ya know, sometimes you have to break your own path, to get moving again. I also knew she could not hear anything I was saying, but as if she could not heed a simple warning, telling her of her oncoming fate, she started screaming, beating on the trunk and generally just being herself with more gusto. Six centuries I had trained myself to not hear them. All the time I had never broken with the needs to break one more, then start over. I simply turned her out, pulled out my wallet and paid for the fuel. When it had finished I stepped back, enjoying the view of my favorite toy, It glittered in the night, light ripping off every glistening angle from the lights above my head. An early 1800’s French bayonet. My father had brought it back from the war. He had told me he found it on another man, long since dead. He had never touched the steel with his bare hands, otherwise it would be he telling this story, not I. I will never know what coated that singular blade, but it had given me unending life, and a dark desire to kill, and kill brutally. It had been kept with me, every moment of my life, since that day. Ironic that my father had been recalled the next day, and killed on the road to Boston. If only he had touched the blade himself, but then all the fun I have had since then would never have happened. I noted another car pulling off the road, heading for the station, and retuned my hearing, to her pathetic cries. Yep, time to get moving! I made for the winter pass, seeing how it was mid February and still snow on the ground. I did not need to be getting caught in a drift and not getting to have any fun.

Another hour or so and I found myself pulling into a small clearing, where no one would ever think to find a cabin. I had tried to keep the place in one piece, over the years, but it is hard when I constantly move around. I walked the short distance to the ancient log home, my family had used more then two centuries ago, when the first of us had arrived from England. It felt good to be this far from everything and know no one was looking for me, well not yet! The yelling started again, in that split moment of eternal emptiness. Her screams would fill the nights air, an her blood would wash me clean. I checked the house gathered a bit of wood from the back, knowing everything on the ground would be too wet to strike flame. I set a fir in the hearth, set a pot of snow to boil and returned to the car to acquire my newest victim! Tina, had stopped her yelling, and no noise was coming from the car. I had not realized, when I got here the snow was again falling, but the trunk lid was now under two new inches of fresh snow. A mental chill washed over me as I removed the keys from my pocket to move forward. In my reality, I had not felt true cold in more then two hundred years, but the realization that I was, again going to kill this night, renewed my inner chill all the same. A single flash of memory helped to resurface every cry, every scream in the darkness, every victim I had ever paid the dark for my renewed life, need and erotic joy, that this night too would bring.

Tina did not think about what was about to happen to her, she had taken hold of the tire iron and thought to strike me with it when I opened the trunk, but I knew it was there, knew I had left it there to give her the smallest ounce of hope, and knew she was just like all the rest. The lid opened and in less then a moment, her arm, moving swiftly with tire rod in hand, and a cry, as if her life were already draining from her. I quickly removed not only her, from the car, but the rod from her hands and tossed her, without thought in the cold snow. I took a full swing and planted the sharp end of the rod, in the ground next to her head, and made sure to show her, my eyes, and the look of glee filling my face. A small smile gave way to a darker need, now screaming to be filled. I took her by her hair, pulled her to her feet and tore off every bit of clothing and tossing it into the trees above. The first of many slaps, to her pale white face rejoined her with the ground, and the snow. I wanted to hurt her, use her, fuck her and kill her. I knew this was not going to be like the others. There was something different about her, but even now I could hardly refrain from beating her into the snow. Splattering her fresh red blood so it would trail behind her as I drug her to the house. Too many desires. Too many thoughts all washed over me in a moment. It kept me from acting, from holding on, or from seeing her regain her feet, an making a break for the open woods. I had a live one, that much was for sure, and I was going to enjoy every minute till her bloody death!

I ran like I had not run in years. the underbrush whipped my face, the roots threatened to trip me and still she ran on. Her nude body, glistening in the moonlight. Her barefoot steps making almost no noise as they contacted the snow covered ground. It was clear she knew nothing about where she was, or had any idea where she would run too, but she soon found her way back in front of the cabin and stopped as if not knowing where else to go. I leaned on a tree an looked her in the eyes, I made no mention to grab her, only stood there filling my vision with her pale beauty. I had started out wanting her for sex, some time ago. That want had turned to hatred when she overstepped her boundaries more often then not. but now, in the dark, in her nude self, I remembered what it was the drew me to her so many years ago. I almost wanted to just use her for sex, and drop her on the road. The regular need to strike blood, was slipping from me now, and even she seemed to be the one wanting to start another game. Now, was the time to step towards her; first one step then two. When she made no motion to flee further, I walked up to her, put my hands between her legs, and found it wet to the touch, and nipples erecting from her need.

I had never strayed off path before tonight. I had always followed through, and always found blood. could it be, Tina was only playing along, in the hope I would not kill her? Did she have it in her to do more then just be a teasing manipulative bitch in the office? How could I have been so wrong about her? Now was the time to see. As I worked my fingers back and forth, over her moist cold pussy, I felt her pushing back into me, bending forward begging me to probe deeper. Now Tina had always been a woman to wear business style skirts in the office. Making sure every man there could see her exquisite figure. I had dreamed of what her ass would look like without the addition of the cloth, and now I could see every inch. Every muscle and feel every bit of her need. I the night air was making me cold, I pulled my fingers from her body, bent down and picked her up. Moving towards the house again, she spoke, but her tone was clear, not fearful. Passion even faded in and out of her lips.

“I must say, I thought you were going to kill me and nothing more. It has been far too long since a man has taken control of me, and made me cry out in the night. I only hope I will live up to your expectations this night. I also hope you may allow me to simply live, that we can do it again in our future.”

There was nothing in her voice telling me she did not mean every word. The warmth in her skin returned the moment I opened the door, and an already smoke filled room, full of heat blasted us both in the face. The smoke quickly flowed out the open door, and the heat remained after. I put her back on her feet, and turned to close the door. When I turned back I found her knees on the floor, bent over the old worn out leather couch, next to the fire. She was wasting no time, and making it completely clear what she wanted me to do with her. Again, I sighed and made sure, in my mind, this was the course I wanted to follow through with. Did I want only her sex and obedience, or did I also want her blood? As I looked down on her, on her knees I knew this was something new, other then what I had already chosen to do this night. Her long back, now only covered partly by her long red hair. The way her neckline opened to her bak and her back became her perfectly rounded ass. Below the two cheeks her puffy peach was still dripping with anticipation. This night could go many ways; cries in the night, tears on the floor, or blood in my dreams. So many lives passed through my memory. So many beautiful lives, and not one of them had ever offered themselves to me, the way Tina was offering herself now. It was my choice, and mine alone. I wanted something more from this one, and Wanted to see where it may go.

“Is there a reason you are offering to give yourself to me now? Do you fully understand the nature behind my bringing you here tonight? Do you know how much I have grown to hate you in the past years? Why give yourself to me now, if not to prolong the breath in your lungs?”

“I have always known you wanted to use me. I always knew there was something much darker about you, and yes, I would prefer to live, after tonight. But I too, have my wants and desires. I want a man, not many men, but a single man to take me, work me like hot steel and hammer me into something more then I started out as. I want you to do as you will, do as you like and help me to learn to obey. For too long I have drifted between men. Men who thought themselves worthy of a real woman, only to fall far short of my needs and expectations. I can see the hate in you. I can smell the need in you, and yes, I can dream of the fuck in you, for me! So here I kneel before you, waiting for you to make your finial judgement; make your choice and either do as you brought me out to do. Rape me, hurt me and kill me. Or, will you give me the chance to take to you, obey you, and worship you, if you so like? If you will grant me your slave, your slut and your own, I will live and serve you as only you see fit. Break me, or tame me, as you will.”

Certainly never before had a single woman given me a reason to do otherwise then I had set out to do. None till now. Tina was still bending over the sofa, only now her fingers teased her slit and I could see more moisture dripping to the hot floor. My cock rose in my pants. My body trembled and I knew the choice I would like to make this night. I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted or needed it to be hard and fierce. I moved towards her, brought back my right hand and brought it down on her perfect ass cheeks. Her first cry did more then thrill me soul. The second almost made me come, and the third was past what I could handle without more from her person. I grabbed her hair, forced her to kneel on the floor before me, I slapped her face, one side then both. I pulled down my pants and my cock swelled in her face. I was quite pleased when she took it, on herself without needing to be told. She opened her mouth, in with my cock, then my balls and tongue till licking my ass. this woman knew exactly how to whore for a man, and now, she would learn to whore for me!

For over an hour she sucked my cock, licked my balls and anus and I only stood there in peace, knowing I had found an animal to own, use and train for my personal needs. My first load could not be handled in her lips alone. It exploded with dark force, she tried to swallow, only to have half of my white thick seed splash over her face. It dripped down her cheeks, off her chin and on to her nipple hiding below. I loved the way she made me feel. I could breath in her total essence. I wanted more from her now. More then I was going to give, at first. But now, I wanted her to scream in pain. If she found enjoyment it was all to the good, but I needed to hear her scream. If I was not going to kill her, then she would have to scream for her life. Some part of me already knew I would not be killing her tonight, but a few more cries would do nothing more then bring me some much needed pleasure. I picked her up by the hips. forced her body back over the couch and then grabbed between her legs. Her wet covered my hand, her need still fed it further. and now I pulled up, so to see the anus I was about to torment. With her ass in the air, her slit dripping and her legs trembling in the anticipation of more to come, I walked to the wall next to the door. Picked up a long green reed and walked bak to my toy. I swung it in the air, a time or two for her to hear. I wanted her to know she was about to get beaten. Beaten and teased till she could only beg. Beg for what we would soon see, but beg all the same. Before I started I leaned down, so my lips were next to her ear. Using a gentle voice, I gave it to her simply;

“Now you can beg, scream and cry. You can shake and cum, but till stop, I do, you may learn your fate from this night on. Is that understood slave? I will have to think, as I beat you, if you are good enough to hold the label of slave. Do tell me what you think dear.”

I saw her jaw move to answer, and that was my moment to begin. I whipped her ass, over and over till she could only scream out in pain. I whipped the top of her legs, till she could only falter to the floor. I want more, and more I got. Next her back took nine lashes. This brought out the evil within her. Grabbing her hair, I pulled her back this time on the floor chest up, eyes up, face turned. the floor gave way to steam, as the wet from her sex fell to the searing hot rod below. As if to expand the effect, I went to the sink, and splashed water on the floor, causing more and more steam to rise around her. I brought the reed down on her nipples first. Then her breasts and then on her cheek. Minutes turned to hours and I beat her still. Lash marks now covered her skin. Some time ago, her cries had turned to pleas and tears. She shook with brutal force, but my mind had been made for me. I could not destroy such a wonderful gift. I could not kill her and I feared, I could not keep her. Too many secret I could not allow any to learn. But as I walked to the washroom, gathered a wet hand town an returned to my heated toy, I knelt down next to her. I whipped the blood from the marks that had torn deep. I patted the tears from her face, and brought her lips around before my own.

I could not remember the last time I had kissed a victim of mine. I could not remember the taste of skin, and I could not stop staring into her deep eyes. Our lips met, and her hand came up to hold my face. I did the same in return, and knew something within me had forever changed this night. I needed her to answer a few questions, before this could turn to the lighter side of night. I needed to hear it from her own voice, in return of my own.

“Tina, will you submit to my every desire? Will you submit to my every need? Will you bow down before me, no matter the location? Will you openly and freely show the world that you belong to me, and me alone? Will you do these things and more for me? Will you call me master?”

Her answer was as sweet as the beating I had finished only minutes ago. I felt my soul move as she answered me, gave in to me and gave herself for me, forever.

“Master, I will bow to you, serve you, obey you, long for you, hold you, desire you and forever I will show this world, and beyond that I alone are your personal toy, slave, mistress, animal. How else can I serve you master?”

Her vice was true. Her words were true, an I knew this was not only a ruse to keep her life. She came down to the floor, curled into a ball and placed her head at my feet. This was not a woman pulling jest, this was a woman who had found her true place in life. She had found me, and I her, through cries in the darkness.


(2)A Morning Affair


No dreams nor nightmares could ever compare with the first night after Arthur. I don’t think I can remember single night, in my life, when I slept as soundly as I did after the opera that night. The moment I fell on the feather pillow, I fell to complete darkness.

When I did wake the next morning, I woke with a sense that my life was, at last going to work out for me. I had always felt like the black sheep in my family. I had no other siblings, but my mother had always been disappointed with and in me. I slept with far too many men, and even a few women. I never considered how my actions were going to affect the only member of my blood family in my life; my mother. She had asked me to be a good daughter. She had asked me to consider her and the world around me when I learned to do for myself, but I never had. I feared it was too late. Too late to make the right decisions. Too late to make my mother proud. And worst of all, too late to take back all my past mistakes. But, that morning I woke and felt like there was hope in my life. I wanted to get up, put my clothing on, go home and try to speak with my mother. I was wiggling out of bed when I remembered I had no clothing. I wasn’t entirely sure what part of town I was in, or how I would get home, but then I did remember Arthur telling me he would send his driver back to take me anywhere. I got up stood for a moment and heard footsteps outside my door. A soft knock at the door, made me realize that who ever it was, I was completely naked, and did not know them. Another knock, and I at least had to answer.

“Yes? Who is it?”

“Alyse, I know you don’t know my voice or my person, but my, um, well Mr. Windsor asked me to help you home today. My name is Amy, and I will help you get something to wear, before you step back into your own home and life. May I please come in? I know you are without clothing, but I am not shy, if your not.”

I really did not know what to do, but she had a point, I had no clothing, no idea how to get some and I could not walk into my mothers house nude. I think it is safe to say, she would kill me over this one! I knew she was doing what she had been asked to do, so I took a deep breath and answered.

“Please come in.”

After my evening with Arthur I was not sure what to expect, but the woman who walked through the door, did not walk or seem like a simple employee. She had long straight black hair hanging to her waist. A pair of the longest legs I have ever seen, shiny four inch heels, a short black pinstriped skirt, and black silk blouse. The only color on her was the bright red nail polish, and matching lipstick. As for the curves below the clothing, well I could only look twice before I felt like I was staring. Her ass, looked like it was suspended in mid air by some unknown piece of technology. It slopped perfectly into the small of her back, and that curved round her hips to her breasts. Though she was wearing a bra, I doubted it was much more then lace over skin. Her very erect nipples were pushing through making it hard to focus on anything else. I could not tell if she was wearing makeup or not. If so, it had been applied with the greatest  care and precision. Nothing was out of place with this woman. I felt awkward standing before her completely nude, but she simply walked over to me, put her hand on my bare breast and slid it over my nipple, bringing me to as much attention as herself. She looked me right in the eyes and proceeded to walk around the back of me, moving her hands over me as she did. It was when she reached the small of my back and the dip of my ass that I jumped. Her fingers were moving down the crack to the truth hiding below. I felt a rush of heat flowing over me, and knew where this was going.

I could not complain. She was so beautiful and I want to explore her as well. As her fingers reached just above my anus I felt her pushing me towards the wall, with some force. Once there my face on the wall and my hands creeping up above my head. Her fingers continues to follow the same path they had started till she reached a hole and pushed! After everything from last night, my ass gave with no complaint. I could only moan as her fingers moved in and out of me. I could only stand with hands on the wall, face most surely flushed and body burning in wave after wave of sweet delight. As far as I was concerned she could do just about anything she wanted to me. I stood there and gave her my full attention. When, at last she removed her fingers from me, I was covered in small beads of cool sweat. She moved her hands back to the nipples, still erect on my breasts and kissed my back between my shoulder blades. I felt her take in a breath and knew words would interrupt my morning ecstasy.

“I do believe Arthur found an exquisite woman last night, would you not agree?”

How is one supposed to make a comment on such a thing about themself? Truly put, I had no idea, but I also knew I want this woman to touch me more. She stayed leaning against me, but made no move to use me further.

“Do you have no open defense on my words of you dear?”

“Honestly, I am not sure how to respond. I had not expected you this morning and I am not sure how I feel about knowing Arthur speaking with some other woman about me. What would you say if I came in to your room, not knowing you and said that to you?”

“Well I would, at least thank the person for saying such nice things about me, but then again I am very open and do not take what others say about m to heart. Besides what could they possibly know about the real me! right?”

“I suppose you have a point there, so in that point of grace; thank you. It is nice to know others think so highly of my overall being.”

We both stood there for a few minutes, no interest in moving and then she spoke again and I knew the morning was going to move forward.

“It would seem lady Alyse, you are in need of clothing, and a ride home most likely? What would you like to wear? I have been instructed to take you to get an outfit from any venture, no holding back. then we will get something to eat and take you back to your family. Is there anything I am forgetting?”

I sighed and she took notice and put both her hands back between my legs from behind. I gasped and she moved them in and out of my soft, now wet, peach. One moan, two then a thrust with half her hand had me on the floor in tears. I could not breath, nor could I beg her to stop. She had gone from gently probing my lips to fisting my already swollen cunt! Her head found its way next to my ear, and the voice that echoed through my soul would scar me forever. It was not the sweet voice on the other side of the door from only moments ago, it was cold, dark and somewhat evil!

“Is this what you wanted you little slut? Is it all you want to have your body used, fucked and taken control of by others? Careful dear of what you wish, you may, one day find yourself at the hands of others who would use you and only use you. then your dreams will be filled with your past and loving times.”

She continues to fuck me with her fist and I continued to groan and cry. I could barely breath when another man came walking into the room. Now I was on all fours and a strange woman had me in a rather powerful sexual position. He stood over me, I could not look up to see who it was. All I could see of him were his soft leather black shoes. Again she thrusted into my sex and again I screamed! His voice, was not as dark as hers, but when he did speak, I knew others would listen.

“Amy, are you supposed to be playing with her, or helping her to get ready for her day?”

“Thomas, last time I checked the master told us to take care of her needs and wants. This is what she seemed to want, that is before I actually started to give it to her. Now it would seem she has changed her mind, such a shame!”

“Lady Alyse, would you like to continue with Amy, or would you like to get cleaned up, fed and find something to wear? It is your choice dear, I will gladly leave you to the very capable hands of Amy is you like?”

I could barely speak. I could barely look up at him. Her fist still within me and not completely stopped moving. I think my eyes got his attention more then anything else. He knelt down beside me and pulled my chin up to his eyes.

“Speak my lady, do tell us what you want. Do you want more of her pleasures, or do you want to get cleaned up?”

“I, I um please, I think I would like to be cleaned up Mr. Thomas. Thank you.”

“You heard the lady Amy, now stop playing with her, if you please!”

“Fine! but, remember you asked for it love. And you seemed to like my hands on you so very much.”

She pulled her hand out of me and not with any love. I screamed as it came free and I fell to the floor exhausted. My whole body shaking and tears falling from my eyes. And I had thought I had been used last night. I rolled over on my back and my legs fell open from the pain between them. I looked at Amy, now sitting on the floor, and Thomas handing her a towel to clean off her hands. The smile she wore brought a chill to my entire being, but it was the look from this Thomas that made me think having her stop was for the best. He seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to me even more then she had. With a quick thought, I felt as a small animal trapped by two larger ones. I edged myself back towards the wall and sat up. They were both still wearing their same expressions when I regained my standing position. When I looked up, Thomas took on a more polite pose, though it was clear his true nature, was much less then acceptable. He put out his hand and though I was still hesitant. I took it.

“Now then, since you have opted out of any more morning games, what shall we do first? Would you like a shower dear, or just food and clothing.”

“I am still confused to where we will be getting me clothing. I would have preferred to return home in the outfit I came in with last night, but your employer made that quite impossible.”

There was something about the way they both looked at each other when I said their employer. It was as if there was something else going on with these two, but I could not understand what. I was past being hungry, but I also knew if I returned home smelling of sex, my mother would surely kill me. Not that it would have been the first time, but I felt something had changed and I no longer wanted to spend my life finding new ways to upset her. I quickly decided the best course of action was to do things in the proper order, for a change.

“I think I will take a shower and then food. Whatever you two have planned for clothing will be just fine. Thank you for your concern.”

I meant that last bit, though I think it came off with a bit more attitude then I had meant for it too. They both smiled at me and Amy opened the door, motioning me to follow her. The bath room was massive, not like anything I had ever seen. There was a huge sunken, claw footed tub sitting in the middle of the room, just in front of a window looking out on a small garden. the shower was in the corner, though it looked like it had, at least three water heads in it. I opted for the shower, seeing how I needed to get on with my day. Already nude, I stepped into the stone stall and turned the water on. It got hot very quickly, and when it reached a comfortable temperature I transferred it to the top. As I had expected it shot out at me from three different locations, hitting every part of me at the same time. As I stood there allowing the hot water to wash away the pain and sex from this morning and last night, I started to feel better. The heat slowly soothed my bones and muscles. I found body wash, and shampoo in a cubby and applied them to cleaning myself properly. When I finished, Amy and Thomas were standing, almost at attention outside the bathroom door. I could have sworn they looked more like soldiers then employees. Next to no feeling in their faces, and I do not think they had said a single word to each other while I had gotten clean.

There had not been any towels for me to dry off with, so I simply walked out dripping wet and assumed nothing of it. Thomas walked over to me, placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to another room, this on filled with fresh roses and clean linen’s. A small bench in the middle of the room and windows on all sides. The light was blinding, but nice. I sat down,  not knowing what to expect. He took a towel and continued to dry every inch of me. I was not sure how to take any of this. I could have done so on my own, but he seemed determined to completely take care of my every need. Even at home I had never been taken care of in such a way, nor had my own mother. Or not that I knew of.  Once completely dry, he bade me stand up and he took another clean, much smaller and softer town and dried everything between my legs, pushing only hard enough to remove water. He then proceeded to my breasts and did the same. Nothing to arouse me further, only dry. He stood again, at attention in front of me and smiled as he looked down at the floor.

“Now, isn’t that better lady Alyse? I hope you enjoyed your shower. You do seem to be much more comfortable now you are clean and dry. Can I do anything else for you?”

“No, thank you, but tell me, do you treat all the visitors of this house like this? I feel like royalty, not some woman picked up after an opera.”

“Is this all a bit much for you dear? Mr. Arthur asked us to show you just how you could be treated if you choose. Do you not get taken care of like this in your own home?”

The tone of his voice suggested a jest, but his words were firm as was his question. I did not know anyone who got this kind of treatment every day. I would think someone would get tired of being taken care of like this. And the training you would have to put your staff through for this would be a terrible waste of money, but then I was not the one with employees who acted like this. I knew I could not imagine ever being expected to take care of anyone like this. I did not think anyone in the world deserved such treatment. I stood up, and made my way back to the door, more then ready to get food, and clothing.. I still had no idea how they were going to acquire clothing for me, but I was ready to find out.

As we both stepped through the door, Amy was standing waiting for me with a measure tape and pen pad. In the next few minutes she measured every centimeter of me and when she finished she put the pad in her blouse pocket. the both looked me up and down and when they were sure I was clean and ready we proceeded to a car, parked just out the front door. It seemed I was going to be surprised over and over by Arthur. The car, a beautiful black Maserati, leather interior and black tinted windows. Again, like with Amy’s attire, the only other color in the car was red, from the stitching on the seats. As the door was opened for me, I felt odd sitting in something so clean with no clothing on, but I saw little choice. Once in, Amy came around the other side and sat next to me in the back. Thomas took to the wheel and turned over the engine. The car made a soft deep hum and we were off.

Within a few minutes we were passing the theater from the night before and making our way downtown. The car stopped outside of Harrods, and Amy opened her door and stepped out. She went into the store alone, leaving me in the car with Thomas. I wanted to speak with him, but felt more and more uncomfortable in his presence. As it was, he started the conversation on his own.

“So, what do you think of everything this morning?”

“I am honestly overwhelmed by the treatment. I feel more like a princess then a woman in someones home. I still have problems believing you treat everyone like this.”

“Well, when you are in the service of Master Windsor, this is what is expected of you. You don’t think you could ever act like this with others?”

“Goodness no, I am fine with being polite, but I don’t think anyone should behave like slaves, and that is how you have both acted this morning. Amy is quite lovely, but very cold as well. And, what do you mean, in the service of Master Windsor? He made it clear to me last night, he does not like the term master, but you and Amy seem to call him such naturally. Do you really prefer to act as you have with me this morning?”

“My dear Alyse, sometimes how we would like to act, and what is expected of us are two very different things. Take you for example. I know you are the daughter of Annabella Stewart Filthaven. I also know you have been in the papers a few times in your life, not too shiny for your mother or your family. Do you not feel that sometimes you should act much different then you actually do?”

I did not know what to say to him. This was the very thing I had thought of last night, but now I felt as if I were being lectured by mother, and that never left a good taste in my mouth. But, he did have a point. I had been a rather disobedient daughter and it was high time I made some changes. But having a stranger point out such things was, in my opinion highly inappropriate. I sat, for another minute and chose my answer carefully.

“It had not occurred to me, that the outside world would have taken note of my expressive behavior through out my life. But now you point it out, I do find myself highly embarrassed. Though, on the same point, do all people, growing up, not make decisions they will come to regret and thus learn from those mistakes?”

“I would think that is a true point, but I would also wonder how you would have felt about this conversation yesterday before you met master Windsor, Amy or myself. The young woman I have read about in the papers, is not the very same woman I speak to now. I feel as if something has changed within you, and perhaps the last twenty four hours is to credit for such a change.”

Again, I was caught off guard by his words. I was not use to anyone being so forward with me, but, I could not find complaint with it. Most everyone in my life, including my mother said things from an angle and not straight on. I was about to answer his last comment when the door opened and Amy handed me three bags all with luxury brand names on them. She sat into the car again, and helped me find one thing or another. There was a new pair of satin lace panties, though I could not say what Arthur hd done with mine from last night. There was a matching satin lace bra to match. A professional skirt, much like the one she already wore, only mine was black with white pen stripes. And last of all a silk blouse of pure snow white. As I was getting ready, I noticed Thomas and Amy taking glances at me and smiling. After the last day or so, I was almost free of being shy. These two made it difficult to be shy in any way having to do with my own body. Trying to look behind the car, to make sure nothing was coming, Thomas spoke to me in the rear view mirror.

“Lady Alyse, if you need to get out and straighten yourself, the way is clear.”

“Thank you Arthur.”

I opened the door, stepped out of the car and made sure everything was put on in the correct order. The new bra and panties felt amazing on my cool clean skin. The silk blouse gave me a sense of togetherness and the skirt, though not something I would have picked for myself, made me feel very mature and professional. I only wished I had powder for my face. As I climbed back into the car, I noticed Amy had thought the same thing I just had. She was holding a bag full of make up and more and she set to making me look complete. Again, I felt as if I had a slave taking care of my every need, and again, I felt very uncomfortable about it. I allowed her to finish and thanked her throughly. I was sure everything looked perfect, God knows hers did. Amy touched Thomas in the shoulder and he almost jumped when she did. My first thought, this morning was that these two were a pair, but now seeing him jump at her touch, I had to think again. No matter how well they worked together, there could not be any more to it then that. When he had regained his composure he turned and looked at her, not the most friendly face I had ever seen.

“Yes, Amy would you like to say something?”

“Well, it is almost ten, and I do believe we have a reservation for lunch at ten thirty, do we not?”

“Quite correct, we must get moving, so not to be late.”

A reservation for lunch, how could anyone have guessed at the time we would have been ready, but right as we pulled to the valet parking in front of the Savoy Hotel it was just seven minutes shy of ten thirty. Thomas and Amy got out of the car, I had my door opened for me and I stepped out. A driver took the car and drove away. As I stepped onto the curb, I thought I saw my mother standing just inside the door, but I hoped I had made a mistake. Amy straightened her clothing as did Thomas. The doors were opened and we walked right into my mother and step father, Christian. There was no time to turn round, and my escorts stopped me before I could. Mother and Christian did not seem surprised, in the least that I had arrived for lunch and with guests of a much higher standing then my regular friends. What surprised me, was when she seemed to recognize Amy and Thomas both. I could only hope my mother did not know Arthur, because if she ever found out I slept with one of her long standing friends, I was sure to die.

“Amy, Thomas, how nice of you to bring my daughter to lunch this morning. Where ever did you all meet? Is Arthur with you, or is he out on business like he always is?”

“We all met last evening at the theater, and yes, Master Windsor is out of the country. He extended his invitation for lunch to you, Christian and Alyse. I do hope that is alright. He was quite pleased with her overall behavior last night, and could hardly believe the things you have told him about her in the past. Shall we take our seats?”

I was thrilled she answered for me, though I was less then happy when I was sat next to Christian. He was nothing short of a monster and had very little resemblance to a human being. I had been influenced to hate him when first we met, but chose today to try my best to be polite. Mother went on about how much she liked Arthur and of course this brought a major concern to my attention. It would see, I had slept with one of my mothers friends, and keeping this from her, was of the upmost importance. Lunch was ordered and served without a single mention of how I had ended up staying the night with Arthur. Mother actually looked at me and smiled. I felt, for the first time in my life that I may have done something right, thought I couldn’t figure out what that could be. Lunch was coming to a close and I felt a familiar hand reaching for the center of my lap. Taking a deep breath and keeping myself calm, I turned to Christian and politely asked to be excuse to use the restroom. Thomas and Christian stood excusing me and I got a nasty look as I left.

After everything last night, my happenings this morning and my own choice to try to change my life, the last thing I wanted to deal with were the daily advances from my disgusting step father. I had never had the courage to stand up to him, in any way, but this was a first, for me and him. I was almost out of the room when mother spoke up and got my attention, making me turn.

“Alyse, dear, do hurry, I would like you to say goodbye to our guests before they have to leave.”

“Yes ma’am, I will return promptly.”

Her next words were not to me, but they caught me off guard all the same. “What ever did he do to her last night, she is never polite to me, especially in public. I may change my mind and keep her around after all. I will have to thank him fully when he returns.” I lost direct hearing of her words as I turned the corner, but I did not know whether to feel glad for gracious words in my direction, or fearful for the others she spoke as well. I used the restroom and returned just as Thomas and Amy were getting to their feet. I walked over and found myself in an embrace with Amy, her hands on my ass, and Thomas standing before me being a complete gentleman, bowing in respect. I smiled as they turned to leave, and made sure to thank them.

“Thank you both for bringing me to my family this morning, and for everything else you have done for me today. I hope I can one day return the favor you have shown me.”

Neither of them spoke a word, only smiled at me and my mother and left the hotel. I was left with my family, and Christian looking at me like some animal he wanted to beat. I was not look forward to going home, though mother did seem rather cheerful with me. This alone was a first.

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.


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.