0 comments/ 13238 views/ 1 favorites The Becoming By: Hyjinxed78 Author's Note The characters portrayed in my tale are from White Wolf's World of Darkness. Their books and materials can be found at your local bookstore. Another note, the names of characters in this story are fellow World of Darkness role players and their characters are solely created for the game. I have taken the liberty of making a story with their characters because I often role play with them using a character which is named in the story. * * * * * The nights in New York had become a tad bit warmer. The fingers of winter held a delayed reaction upon the cycle of Spring. Unseasonably warm for March, the air sent a soft sentimental breeze that played through Kissa's hair. Kissa leaned up against a graffiti littered wall. Her brown hair curled in unscrupulously rowdy curls that never seemed to obey her whim. Her clothing consisted of a long sleeved thin sweater and a denim skirt. The white sneakers sloshed in a puddle of stagnant water that was left there by the garbage truck, that leaked the waste out from cracks in the garbage hold. Kissa frowned smelling the substance and looked at her watch. Her sun kissed arm lifted closer to the flourescent street lamp that vacated the alleyway behind the Wong's Chinese Emporium. "11:30 PM. Where the hell is he?" Kissa inquired mainly to herself. It was if she had known Twilight would be fashionably late. It was his calling to never be around at the time he said he would be. She lowered her arm and sucked in a breath of air between clenched teeth. She wasn't angry, just a bit tired. Kissa had worked all day and most of the night and the last place she wanted to be was standing in a secluded alley behind a Chinese restaurant after closing time. Kissa looked over her shoulder noticing the purple van. She didn't bring the sports car figuring she would have to give Twilight a ride. Twilight was always in his war-form. The spectacular crinos Ajaba was a sight to behold. The serrated fangs Twilight had in his maw would glisten with saliva and glint in the light. The muscular form of his body and musty scent of his spotted coat was enough to make her legs give way to her own lust filled fantasy. Kissa smiled, knowing that Twilight was what she was, a were-hyena. It was as if destiny had been met finding one another like so. Lost in her reverie, Kissa had failed to keep her eyes opened and her ears keen. She stared at her van with a smile that could almost melt butter. She had failed to hear the faint scritch scratch of clawed talons on the pavement. She turned around to look back at the wall of the Chinese restaurant. Kissa's brown eyes widen at the sight that was right in front of her. Her head had bumped into Twilight's muzzle. She jumped back and gave a startled sound as she grabbed her stomach. She recovered but not in enough time before Twilight opened his jaws, the ivory serrated fangs gleamed and an outburst of hooted and wailed laughter spewed from them. His tail moved back and forth in merriment. Kissa then smiled and gave a feigned sign of annoyance, that did not last for long however. "Sorry, I'm late, I was hanging out with she-wolf. She's so enamored by my presence. You know, Cacia, just wants my hot ass." With that Twilight snorted laughter and his nostrils flared. He began to shake his firm furred buttocks that was speckled with spots on the brownish rust colored fur. Kissa's eyes traveled to check out his assets, when Twilight's tail smacked her in the face. He always had a habit of smacking her with that appendage . Twilight lowered his tail, the tuft of black fur tickling Kissa's nose briefly before departing. "No problem. I've got the van. Let's go." Kissa spoke tersely. She didn't like Cacia, and it was not because of the fact that she had gotten Twilight's attention. It was the fact that she was female. Kissa had had bad experiences with people of the same sex. She merely gave a fixed smile as her teeth ground together. Kissa turned her back and began walking toward her purple van "Wait, Kissa, I want to give you a present." Twilight laughed again, his maw snapped shut and his blue eyes looked sincere. Kissa paused a few feet from the van and headed back toward Twilight. Kissa stood face to face with him. Her human smile adjacent to his animalistic one. "Yeah, what?" Kissa was eager to see what he had gotten her and she really did like his gifts. Twilight had a knack for finding and giving her the things she truly loved and would like. "Turn around and face the wall. I don't want you to see what I have for you just yet." With that, Kissa turned around, her back towards Twilight. There was a faint rustling sound as if he were digging in a garbage can. Kissa thought that was really odd. She merely shrugged and thought that Twilight was playing one of his pranks again and decided to be prepared. Kissa's back stiffened hearing the rending sound of cloth being torn and laughter coming from Twilight. "What are you doing, Twilight, hurry up ok. I'm hungry." Kissa tried her best to get him to hurry up with the surprise. She really wanted to get out of the alley way, it had begun to stink and it made her nose twitch involuntarily. Twilight had taken a few steps closer to her. In fact, so close she could feel his hot fetid breath on the back of her neck. There was the sound of fabric rending again, the staccato ripping of three more pieces. She stiffened and rolled her shoulders. "Trust me there will be enough for you to eat, in act you should get very full tonight." Twilight smiled. Rows of teeth shown from the black and pink fleshy lips of his maw. Saliva dripped from a lolling tongue on to Kissa's flesh. It rolled down the back of her neck and into the neckline of her shirt. It began to run down her back until it was soaked up by the fabric of her shirt. With a quick fluid movement, Twilight had taken Kissa's arms in his steely vice like grip, the claws cut into her flesh and nicked the skin which caused blood to well up in the wound. Twilight, flicked his tongue over the wound, lapping up the blood and quelling Kissa's pain into a slight sting. He then laughed. "Ahh, Kissa, you taste so sweet. It's as if your whole body tastes like the cream of your pussy." Kissa winced at the pain of her arms behind held behind her back and the wound that was inflicted on her wrist. The soft erotic feeling of Twilight's tongue lapping at her flesh as he tasted her blood was enough to block out the discomfort as the tingling feeling began, weakening her legs and starting a roaring blast of life in the pit of her loins. Kissa just smiled, her eyes closed, but an undercurrent of anticipation mingled with fear. "Come on Twilight my arms hurt. Let's go." Kissa was now bought to recognize the pain in her limbs. She shifted and Twilight then jerked her arms a bit harder. "Just wait a minute Kissa, you're always so impatient." Twilight snorted and then she felt the rough sack cloth used for holding meat as it was tied tightly around her wrist. The rough burlap scouring against the wound made by Twilight's claws. She winced at the friction and inhaled a sharp breath releasing it with a sharp sss, sound. "Oh, Look! Kissa's all tied up and she can't get loose!" Twilight taunted her. She could get loose if she wanted but she did not want to shift into Crinos and lose her clothing. She just rolled her eyes and waited for Twilight to finish. Kissa knew Twilight knew she hated to shift unless she had to, he had used that weakness against her. She stood there and in an instant, Twilight had put another piece of cloth around her head covering her eyes. Kissa felt the gyrations as Twilight tied the cloth at the back of her head. Her world had gone dark now and the only thing she had to help her guess about her surroundings were her ears. That left a pit of fear in Kissa's gut and she tried to turn around, but Twilight's hands gripped her shoulders and kept her in place. "Don't move, Kissa. Be very still. My surprise is not finished and you have yet to get your gift." There was a rumbling laughter that Kissa heard escape from Twilight. She opened her mouth to speak. "Twilight, I can't see you. What abou..." Kissa's words were cut off by another piece of cloth going over her mouth muffling her speech. The cloth smelled like blood and chicken feathers. Twilight could be felt tying the cloth around her lips. Quickly, Kissa was jolted into reality. Her eyes teared up behind the cloth and her voice was giving muffled pleas and inquiries. Her mind was whirling and she began to fear as if she had done something wrong. That was when she was pushed against the wall face first. Her cheek grazed against the cool wall of brick as she felt Twilight's furred body mass pinning her against it. His clawed hands grasped Kissa at her slender waist. Kissa could feel his hot breath on her again, as his claws snagged into the clothing she was wearing as Twilight's hand eagerly felt up and down her vital young body. "Don't worry Kissa, I won't hurt you. I promise any pain you have will be chased away with Pleasure. I just want to fuck you. Right here in this alley and you being so helpless can't resist me." His words and intentions were soon made clear, as his claws tore at her skirt. Kissa gave a sharp yelp of protest, but the whole ordeal was greatly erotic to her. Already, her underwear was soaked and her clit ached with anticipation. Twilight's furred body was pressed against her bare legs. Twilight never wore clothes, so his maleness was always bared. Kissa felt the huge throbbing cock against the sheerness of her panties. The huge 14 inch penis bounced on her ass cheeks as Twilight slapped Kissa with the purplish red member. The huge set of balls were the size of two well rotund apples, nestled in between furred thighs. Twilight growled and panted as he took his hand slashing down across the front of Kissa's waist, letting clawed fingers rip the thin fabric encasing her pussy. Her panties fell to the ground on top of the torn skirt she had worn. Kissa tried to arch her back to push Twilight's mass off of her. She gave a garbled laugh, it was as if she were loving every minute of it. She faked a struggle, knowing Twlight's affinity for a scrap like fuck. "Don't struggle, love." Twilight breathed into her ear, sending curls in the backdraft of his words. "You know it only makes me hornier and you wounded." With that, Twilight lifted Kissa's waist upward to meet his thighs, protruding rock hard cock glistening with pre-cum that had jetted out from the tiny slit on the delicate but perfectly shaped purple monstrosity. He quickly jerked Kissa's legs apart, making her ass jut upward in the air. Delicate pussy lips were opened and the slick wet hole was uncovered. Her clitoris was aching and ever present. The sharp sweet scent of her arousal was great as thick clear and white cum from her own sex lathered her thighs. Kissa could feel the cool air blowing on them and felt chagrined for being aroused as such roughness, when she should experience fear. Holding, Kissa's legs around his shapely muscular waist, Twilight arched his back and thrust into Kissa's wet heat. There was a low growl and then a moan. The force of the thrust and Twilight's huge size made Kissa wince with pain. Her snug hole clung to his cock as he plowed into her. His gargantuan cock twisted as Kissa's body tried to contort to hold his girth. Twilight thrusted again, a grunt came from his maw as a red tongue lolled out from between fangs to hang at his chin. Kissa's head hit the brick wall again, her hands tied behind her back. She had no way to steady herself. Her body was against the wall and supported by Twilight as he tried to satiate himself with her body. There was the sound of flesh slapping against the stone brick as her cheek grazed it. The flesh had started to flake apart and blood oozed from the wound and began to slide down her cheek and on to the cloth that held her mouth prisoner. Her muffled cry was soon abated by the metallic taste of her own blood as it mingled into the burlap cloth and she braced herself for another hard thrust. "Yes! Hey, Kissa, you know you are so hot. I've been wanting to ream you so hard." There was a quick moan as Twilight spoke and in between his pelvic gyrations, Kissa could feel his member probing deeper inside of her body. Her head thudded against the wall. Suddenly, Twilight pulled out of her and turned her body around so that Kissa faced him. His massive clawed hands ripped at the shirt she wore and globes of firm white flesh spilled forth from her clothing, pink areola rosy and nipples the same color greeting Twilight with their perkiness. With a bestial gusto, Twilight secured Kissa against the wall once more, this time her bound hands were the ones to be abused by the dirty bricks. He bent his head and captured one of the twin nipples between his fanged incisor and rolled it around. Electric sparks of passion rolled down her spine as she felt the sharpness of his teeth. Her hips bucked against a solid furred body and that was all that was needed before Twilight plunged his granite hard spear into her dampened hole. Slick streams of her own cum ran down her thighs. Her muffled moans and cries of pain could not match the animal rumblings and curses of Twilight as his lust was being sought. Kissa's lithe body stiffened as her supple thighs fastened around Twilight's hips. The scent of his wild animal musk and her over heated sex tended to swamp their senses filling them with unbridled lust. The other smells and sights of the alley way were knocked out of their mind by the primal urge to copulate. Twilight let his tongue roll on the edge of the nipple and released it gradually from his mouth. The air had stimulated it. Soft wrinkles of tender skin formed a stiff hard peak. It tingled as Kissa's lean but curvy form shivered. The back of her head hit the brick wall as Twilight violently pummeled into her slick pussy. His body stiffened but his lower half rocked sporadically as he shot of a load of hot sperm into her. Jets of jism began to slip from her cunt and glide down her inner thighs and legs. The moment of Twilight's release came none too soon, as Kissa's own body, delighted at the way, he was using her responded. Her ragged breaths and cries were muffled by the cloth gag, but her face shone a radiant sheen of sweat and was pinkened with excitement. Kissa felt her body slump to the ground as Twilight lifted her from him and let her slowly fall down upon the pavement and the wet city side street. She looked and saw a small stream of white cream spurt out of his erect member. The faint sound of it falling to the ground was almost musical to her. Twilight towered above her as he suddenly ripped the cloth from Kissa's mouth. His claws rending the fabric sending it from her mouth like a hot knife cutting butter. "Oh! That was the best fuck I have ever.." There was a sudden gagging sound as Kissa's words were cut off. Twilight groaned as he guided his glorious shaft into her open mouth. He grabbed Kissa's head and pushed it down to the root of his member, heavy distended testicles slapped against her chin. She barely had time to breathe before his meat assailed her. "You bitch! Shut your mouth and suck me. You give the best head around. " Twilight's gravely voice was mixed with mock contempt and sincere pleasure. He always was lewd with Kissa, it was how they communicated. There was no other way to get his point across and he rather like being rough with her. He knew she could take it. Twilight entangled his clawed hands through Kissa's brown curls. He moved his hand in the perfect rhythm making her keep a steady pace. Kissa let her mouth gobble up the engorged rod. Her brown eyes closed as she tried to keep from gagging. She could take him in her mouth. She had before. The mustiness of his sex drove her mad, her clit was humming even as she was performing this most delicate task. Kissa let her tongue slide over the length of his cock and around the head teasing the glans. The taste of him was a mixture of his own cum and hers. It was delightful to her. Suddenly, Twilight's body began to jerk violently and a hiss came from his mouth. Kissa let her teeth graze the skin of his spear, then bit into the flesh. Twilight cried out in pain, but then he began to cum. His hips bucked as he fucked her mouth. His pelvis slapped rudely into Kissa's face over and over again. He let go of head and vehemently hit the back of it with his knuckles roughly rapping against Kissa's skull, hard enough to leave a knot. Kissa winced but managed to swallow some of Twilight's nectar before he pulled out and aimed his pulsating cock toward her tits and spouted out another load. Sticky wet jets soaked her flesh but managed to coat her full bust, a stringy mucus like wad hung from one of her nipples. "Fuck! " Twilight screamed as he held his hose rapidly flaccid snake over Kissa's boobs. He looked down at Kissa's form and his eyes narrowed. "You bit me! You know I like it rough. I've got a surprise for you back at the motel." With that said, Twilight lifted Kissa's form, shadowing her nakedness with his fur as he cradled her against him, his massive paws covering her ass, but a taloned finger scratching along her crack parting the cheeks. His finger found her asshole and he rammed it straight inside quickly and began to fondle it. Kissa gave a cry, but soon began to like the rough play. He walked to the van and briefly let his finger stop exploring the cavern of her ass and opened the door. Twilight placed Kissa in the driver's seat. He then closed the door and walked around to the side of the van entering it. With his claws, Twilight ripped away the ropes holding Kissa, so that she could drive. Once, her hands were free, Kissa flexed them and smiled. Twilight tossed an old blanket to her and she wrapped herself up in it and started the van and drove off. Kissa's loins burned with anticipation as she looked in the rear view mirror seeing that almost wolfish grin on his face. She watched him lay down on the floor as he always did and she quickly started for the motel to begin her own play time. (To be continued) The Becoming Slipping in from behind her, pulling her backwards, an aged but delicate hand slips up, quickly, a shadow under the blouse and to the breast. She gasps sharply, as she feels a rasping breath hot on the base of her neck, and an explosion of steel pain, incisors blissfully sinking deep into soft flesh, and sucking, drinking of her deep. Consciousness slips into blackness even as the warmth spreads to her center. She struggles, but her body leans back into the embrace, her hips thrusting backwards on impulse. Fading, she nevertheless feels herself hurled to a bed. Whispers reach her ears from the darkness as many hands slip towards her, male and female, touching her, the glint of teeth bared in the darkness, closing in on her. Her essence lies in threaded pools of crimson at her neck as the creatures slither naked towards her, their movements enshrouded in a mystical cloak of shadows. A glimpse of flesh appears before her narrowed sleepy eyes, the pale whiteness of breast, a strong male posterior, and still the hands, the teeth...everywhere. The only sound that escapes is a rasping moan from her parted lips as the creatures encompass her, deliciously sharp teeth penetrating her everywhere, hands roaming her body to part clothing from skin, lips brushing her breast, her legs parted by hands cold from a life long since fled. Even as her last breaths slip from her with a shuddering finality a cold spark of dark light reaches into her core, awakening her to the darkness with sharp pangs of primordial hunger. Her eyes fly open, and she is greeted by the sinuous mass of bodies reaching to places private and sensitive, licking her, sucking at now dry wounds, seeking moisture from her wherever it is found. She reaches out, unknowing, uncaring of the disposition of the body her hands meet, and her cold hands are greeted by a soft, pale inner thigh that she pulls towards her hungrily. Gentle fingers pry at the uppermost part of her inner thighs, urging them apart. A slender leg passes over her head, and suddenly there is a knee to either ear, delivering a dark and moist view above her. Lips nibble greedily at the soft wet lips between her thighs causing her to rise up uncontrollably with a sharp gasp. Her hands stray upwards as if by a will not her own to curve around soft rounded posterior, pulling downwards, her mouth opening, neck craning forward eagerly. Even as she urges this, lips and teeth nibble at her, biting at her and covering her with soft insistent licks and kisses. Strong slender hands force her knees up and off the bed pulling the slight figure above her down at the waist, and into her willing mouth. A soft moan comes from what would seem to be everywhere as her lips meet soft flesh. The lips touching her become more aggressive, more insistent, but are joined now by someone pushing in between her legs, a pressure at her center that joins in cooperation with the tongue and lips there. Slowly she feels the pressure move inside her, rocking backwards and forwards. The mouth sucks greedily at her in time with the firm shaft that stretches deep inside. Overcome, she plunges her mouth and tongue forward, slipping into contrasting warm wetness; drinking in eagerly she acts from memory, pleasing as she knows to desire being pleased. The movement increases; a gentle whimper encourages her mouth and tongue. The shaft slides deeply, withdrawing suddenly only to plunge again as the now warm mouth nibbles greedily at her clit. She rolls her tongue in and out, the hips above her gyrating to match hers, becoming wetter, warmer. Feeling a dark forbidden passion, she drives her tongue in deep, met with an equally fervent response below. The shaft slides out, replaced by several more delicate tongues. Beside the moist crevice that her mouth is consuming a broad fleshy shaft eases in from behind, causing her unseen partner to gasp and moan. She licks up the shaft as it passes in and out, sharing time and energy on her partner and this new presence. The hips that hover above her flicking tongue are rocked upward by the shaft and thighs that pound in from behind, tongues slide in and out of her, in places dark and secret, teeth nip and draw cold rivers of blood from her. a sharp pang strikes her, and teeth, sharp and fine reach for and find the soft lips above her mouth, raking tiny lines across them causing a seeping of blood that trickles hot and red into her mouth, warm against her throat. The presence slides frantically between the thighs above her, and a guttural moan can be heard from behind and above, sighs and whispers joined by frenzied sucking at her. The whispers build to a crescendo, teeth plunging into her every limb and crevice. The tongue that licked greedily clamps down on her, flicking wildly as teeth plunge into the softest of her flesh. Gasping in pain and climax, she explodes into a rainbow of blackness and stars, her come and blood flowing from her in equal amounts. The hips above her thrust downward, the crimson life pouring into her mouth in a salty mixture of blood and passion. The shaft slides in once, then out, gushing forth a ribbon of hot wetness into her mouth and onto the flesh above her. Sated, exhausted, and moments from daylight, she lies staring at the ceiling. In the moments that flee as quickly as they arrived the thought pervades her mind – she has...become. The Becoming of Maya 01 "Maya, please help me, they won't give it to me anymore. I'm sick, I can't, and I won't last long without it. He... He's gonna kill me. Maya, I love you. I love you. You know... you know I wouldn't ask. Help me. I'm begging you. Maya! Maya! They're here! Maya! Please." The line went silent. I have listened to Clare's message over two dozen times since I received it. She sounded desperate, high on cocaine, and out of her mind. We've talked about this scenario before I left the States to study on one of the boarding school in Switzerland. My rational, loving and bubbly sister said on no accounts should I ever go back to the States. She was adamant on our agreement. She'll rather die, that I should let her die, instead of coming back. The promise was easier back then. It's easier because we were both naïve. "We will begin our descent to Los Angeles," the pilot claimed via the overhead speakers. I sat up. I am being selfish. I will not let her death be in my conscience, not if I can do something about it. Still... the idea of me doing something is laughable. Can I really do something? I pushed the doubts aside. Of course, I can. I will do whatever it takes to save Clare, because she gave her whole life for me. I should do the same. There weren't a lot of people in the airport. My heart is palpitating, it seems like it wants to come out of my chest. I'm scared. God knows I am. Seeing the restroom, I slid my way in. There weren't any women in it either. Turning on the faucet, I let the cold water run. There I am, looking at myself. Clare and I look a like, our black long hair with natural cascading soft waves, big bluish-green almond eyes, big full red lips, and fair soft skin. Our difference in height is evident, I'm 5'10 and Clare's 5'4, however, our generous breast, small tiny waist, shapely hips and long legs commanded attention. I splashed my face with water. Get a hold of yourself! When I got out, the few people who were in my flight are nowhere to be seen. Instead, a man wearing a black suit was standing not far away from the restroom carrying a poster with my name on it. "Ms. Lyons. Your sister is expecting you." He handed me an iPad, grabbed the only luggage I have and escorted me to the town car. As soon as I hit the play button, I see Clare. She looked healthy, though she can barely open her eyes. She was also extremely pale. Her full lips are chapped. She moaned my name. I hugged the iPad, and a silent tear escaped my eyes. How can I not come to you? I told myself. The drive was almost 2 hours. We arrived in the opulent Beverly Hills where we entered a winding drive way. The house, if you can call it that, was reminiscent of palatial houses of Tuscany. The colors were rich terracotta inviting guest to come in. The driver opened my door. Exiting, I see two or three people walking towards me. They were all dressed in white spa-like uniform. "Thank you, you can go now," she directed to the driver. He bowed his head in response. They ushered me into a room that looks like a doctor's clinic. Again, they gave me an iPad. "Remove your clothes, all of it and put the robe on. To keep you entertained while you wait for the doctor." The woman with overdrawn eyebrows said. I removed every garment I have including my underwear and put on the black silk robe. I pressed play. It's a live feed of Clare. There were two women towering over her, wearing the spa uniform, and removing her clothes. Her frail arms fought but she was weak, too weak to even make a child cry. They injected her with something through her right arm and she calmed down almost instantaneously. When they were done, I can see my sister's body, she was covered in red angry welts. I gasp when I saw. "Miss Maya Lyons," I didn't even hear anyone come in. Standing in front of me was the definition of male perfection. Tall with perfectly tanned skin, naturally muscular –comparable to a swimmer's body- and a face Adonis would kill for. "I'm Noah, I'll be conducting your examination today." His voice was firm yet silky. I nodded. To his left was another man I didn't saw before now. He handed Noah a tape measure. "If you could stand straight for me..." he said and I did. "108 pounds" "34 DD, 24 and 34" he said and the guy behind him wrote it on the sheet of paper he was carrying. "5'10" "Size 6 shoe size" I could have told him all that but I had a feeling he wouldn't have believe me. He commanded me to lie down on the examination table. My heart hammering, I did what I was told. He grabbed my legs and positioned it to the stirrups at the foot of the table. My breathing is faster now. He looked at me with his gray eyes but did nothing to try to calm me down. Next, without warning, he removed the knot of robe and pushed it on either sides of me. My breast exposed, and a flash of embarrassment washed over me as I feel my nipples become erect. "Highly reactive," he murmured. Cupping my breasts, "full and natural," he whispered. He tugged with my nipples using his thumb and index finger. I arch my back involuntarily. A man has never touched me before and certainly, not like this. I feel warmth cover my naked body; the cold silk to my side and his warm fingers only intensified the feeling. He then rolled my nipples using the same fingers, while tugging them. "Ahhhh," I whimpered He removed his hands and nodded to the man beside him. Taking the stool, he positioned himself below me. I pressed my knees together. "You know why you're here," he said. With a tear in my eye, I let my knees go. His face was dangerously closed to my sex. I can feel his warm breath on every inch of me. He placed one hand just below my bladder and oh my... with his fingers, traced my soaking wet slit. Parting my labia, he gently circles my engorged clit. "Please... stop!" I yelled, overwhelmed with the feelings I have brewing inside me. I tried to get up but the man who was quietly writing was now holding my shoulders. "We don't want to hurt you, like I said, I'm here only to examine you." Noah's silky voice was full of malice. I can see it in his eyes, his stern eyes filled with lust. I dropped my shoulders back. Clare, I have to save Clare. I kept repeating to myself. He continued to circle his finger on my clit. My breathing became faster, a pressure building inside me, I was dripping wet. I have never felt this way before. Suddenly, he inserted his long, thick index finger inside my hole. "Aw!" I yelled. I was dripping wet, yet the width of his fingers reduced me to writhing. "A virgin," he murmured with a smirk. He stopped and opened my hole wider, and he nodded of approval as he saw my maidenhead intact. He smiled again, a sinister, beautiful smile. He begun caressing my clit once again, but now... "What are you doing," I asked breathy from the pleasure he is giving me "It's part of the examination, try and relax" He lowered his lips to my flesh. From the bottom up, he slowly glided his wet, beefy tongue along my slit. Stopping at my hole, he gently pushed his tongue in. It was heaven as he lashed in and out me ever so slowly. Finally, he left my vagina and made his way to my clit, he flicked his tongue and I jolted with pleasure. Slowly, he lowered his mouth and sucked at my very visible knot. "Please..." I begged He sucked even more while circling his tongue over my clit. Placing his ring finger in my vagina, I gasp at the intensity of it. Electricity was running wide over my body; he slowly plunges in and slowly removes his finger. With his left hand, he pressed down on the skin right above my slit and pulled it up, exposing the highly excitable skin above my clit to the pleasures of his tongue. "Oh my... Oh my..." I moaned Suddenly, it wasn't enough. His finger and tongue wasn't enough, I needed more. He sucked my clit with renewed vigor, my back arched, and his finger slid in and out of me faster. I squeezed his finger with the walls of my vagina, hoping to intensify the excitement. Like a vacuum, the electricity that was running wide in my body concentrated on my vagina. My hips met his finger thrusts. All the glory of heaven blessed upon me as I exploded around his finger, he continues to suck my clit and again, the same intense feeling built up and I burst once again. He unceremoniously left my skin. He nodded to the guy who was holding me and they exited without saying a word. I never felt so vulnerable in my life. Emotions are going wild and I was left to pick up pieces of me. I hastily removed my feet from being hoisted, tied my robe and wiped the wetness between my legs. I am embarrassed. I came for someone who I don't even know. My body has betrayed me. The woman from before entered. With her, a syringe filled with medication. She cleansed the side of my arm and stuck me with it. I winced. She withdrew the needle and put a Band-Aid on the site. "Birth control," she said and exited. As if the events haven't sealed my fate, the announcement of being given birth control took my emotions to overdrive. Here, in this majestic place, I am to rescue my sister. But in order to do that, I must become what she is, a slave. The night was uneventful; after what transpired earlier, I'm relieved that it was. I was escorted to a room bigger than the cafeteria on my boarding school. The wallpaper, four-poster bed, white Egyptian cotton with delicate bedding, antique armoire reminds me of Marie Antoinette. It was delicate, romantic and over-the-top feminine. I touched the bedding, exploring the gentleness of it. Lifestyle of the rich and famous, I thought. The adjacent bathroom was marble white, it boasts a whirl tub that could probably fit 5 people. The walk-in closet was filled with gowns and delicate lingerie. The theme of this room is evident, innocence and purity, just like I was an hour ago. I was still wearing the black robe when a woman, platinum blonde hair, red lips with black eyeliner that rims her amber eyes, came in. She was wearing silk red long lingerie, a great contrast to the room. "I'm Alicia Monte. I run this house." She said with her French accent. Taking a seat on the bed, I nodded in acknowledgment. "Do you know what we do here?" Her eyes boring into mine. You blackmail girls and sell them body and soul to the highest bidder, I thought but didn't say. Shaking my head in response, wanting to hear how the devil can convince a soul to come with him to hell. "We sell pleasure. Fulfill desires. Make dreams come to life." The twinkle in her eyes and the desire embedded on her voice tells me she believes her lies. My eyebrows shoots up, eyes wide, unprepared to hide my emotions because I don't believe any of the bullshit she's selling. She laughed. A laugh that reverberated throughout the walls of the room and walls of my psyche. It's one thing to make a person believe your lies, and quite another to believe it yourself. Irritated, "I want to see my sister," I snapped. "You have seen her." "I don't trust any of you in here." "Very well," she said calmly, clasping her fingers together. "But before that, you need to sign the contract." She handed me a leather folder, inside was the contract we've discussed over the phone two days ago. Written in legal terms, I am to assume responsibility to my late father's and my sister's debt amounting to $10 million dollars. The only way to pay this debt is to work for them. I will be their property for... "1 year?" I asked, remembering our discussion where I was supposed to stay with them for 3 years. "You are untouched, we are not unreasonable. You are quite rare nowadays, 18-years of age, intelligent with 4.0 GPA, ivy league schools already lining up for you and yet you decided to work with us. We know value when we see it." She explained. I didn't say anything but I did not decided to work with them, they made me work for them. I signed. Mainly to get it over with and begin my sentence, but most importantly, to see my sister. She handed me a long white silk lingerie, much similar to the one she's wearing, "put this on," she commanded. I slipped into it, it hugs the curves of my body, and my nipples are protruding, as it was cold in the palace. Before leaving the room, Alicia snatched my left wrist and placed a gold bangle into it. The bangle fits snugly, unmoving in its place. "It's a GPS tracker, step out of bounds, or try escaping, your sister's dead. But you already know that." She mused. I followed her outside the room. We reached the end of the hallway where two doors are at, she directed me on the door at the right side. The only light on the room is coming from low emitting blue LED lights that line the walls. There are two leather recliners separated by a table. The east and west walls are made up of ceiling-to-floor mirrors. Alicia came in and typed something on her iPad. "Where's my sister?" I demanded. I sounded braver than I feel. Perhaps a backlash of having my heart hammering in my chest. She just smiled at me and directed me to sit on one of the recliners as she sat on the other. A couple of minutes passed and the lights turned on the west side of the room. The mirror was a two-way mirror. The room beyond it was bright, the walls and interior are beige and there's only one furniture, a large, circular bed in the middle of the vast room. I looked at Alicia, my brows tied to a knot. Are they really going to let me see my sister? Minutes later, my sister came in or rather dragged in my two women. They sat her down on the bed and injected something into her veins. Her long auburn hair split into ponytails on either side of her head. She's so pretty, with her makeup minimally done. They removed her robe to reveal black sheer chemise. I walked towards the mirror, the palm of my hand pressed against it. "What is this?!" I snapped at Alicia. She fiddled on the iPad and lights came on our side. "Maya..." Clare said with a weak voice. "Clare," I called She half-walked, half-run to the mirror. Her hand pressed against mine, separated by the glass. "Why did you come here?" She was crying now. "I had to," "You promised, you promised!" "They're going to kill you," Suddenly, a man walked into the room where Clare was. My eyes wide, and taking cue from my expression, Clare looked behind her. The man was wearing mask. He unrobed and revealed his thick manhood, erect and ready. I pounded on the mirror, but before I knew it, Alicia already turned off the lights on our side. My sister still pressed hard on the mirror when he approached. He pushed her even more to the wall, her breast and nipple smashed on the cold glass. Lifting her one of her leg, I was privy to my sisters pink pussy. He pressed her hips to the glass, opening her slit. With his thumb, he started strumming into my sisters protruding bud. She moaned. Tilting her hips towards the mirror, he anchored her legs to his while planting his knees to the mirror as leverage. Now, I am full view of my sister's hole, pressed on glass, dripping wet. Not leaving her clit, he inserted a finger to Clare's vagina. "Ah," a moan escaped her lips His finger slid in and out of her slow at first and faster and faster. "Oh fuck yes! I miss this!" She exclaimed. I can't believe she said that. She can't be enjoying this. He added another finger inside her while strumming her clit continuously. She was so close, I can see it in her face, but then he withdraws his fingers and positioned his enormous dick into her hole. Upon feeling his big head, my sister smiled. She grabbed his head and robbed it up and down her slit before finally taking his head in. In one swift move, he was buried in my sister's tight, pink hole. He grabbed her legs and wrapped it on his elbows, stretching Clare's pussy even more. She took over playing with her clit, one hand to her clit and another finger to her mouth. He started pumping in and out of her, and each time he slams his massive penis into her, Clare smiles. She's enjoying it. "Tell your sister, Maya, how much you like to fuck." He commanded her. Clare's eyes went wild. She probably forgot I was on the other side of the mirror. "Maya... oh god," as he fucked her roughly, "close...," "Tell her to watch, tell her to watch while I slam my dick to your tight pussy. Just like you begged me to." "Oh fuck...," She was incoherent, lost in lust, as he slams his dick into her repeatedly. Her nipples graces the cold glass and moves up and down as they do. "Oh fuck, your good." She screamed. He spreads her leg wider and pumps into her faster. "Tell her what she's missing, tell her how you want me to fuck your pussy." She whimpered, I can see in her eyes how afraid she is, afraid of me getting the wrong idea? He stopped fucking her. Waiting for her to answer. She fights to move, she wants his dick, but he did not move. He wanted her to say it. Slowly, almost painfully slow, he moved his big dick out of her. "Don't stop." She said between sucking her finger "Don't stop what?" He was still taking his time. I can see how his big head slowly goes in my sister, how her pussy opens up and swallows his head and how his penis passes through inch by inch. I can see how my sister loves every inch of his dick into her, her expression as his hard dick moves within her. The glass is dripping from her wet hole. "I want it hard, I want to be fucked hard." She whispered as she continues to play with her clit. He didn't change his pace. The slow movement of his hard, huge dick into her is turning me on. I found myself touching myself. Wanting to feel how she feels, wanting him to do me slow so I can feel every inch of his big, hard dick against my pussy walls. I want to feel the ridges, the veins, and the dick head to move and part my pussy. "Tell her," he commanded her as he painstakingly moves his dick inside her. "My god, Maya, you need to be fucked. You need to feel this." She screamed and right after she said it, he slams his dick into her. She encircles her clit with her finger over and over again. "I'm cumming," Clare proclaimed. He pumps into her, he took her hand away from her clit and planted it on the glass. "No, no, no," Clare said but he wouldn't hear it as he slams and slams and slams his thick member into her. "Argh..." He said buried into her. I can see thick, white liquid drip on their conjured sex. He withdrew his semi-erect cock and the fluid gushed out of Clare. Picking up her robe, he threw it on her face and wore his own robe. "Clean yourself up. You're embarrassing your sister." The man said as he exited the room. But Clare was frantic, she continued playing at her clit, using her thumb to apply more pressure on the budding knot and two fingers inside her hole. She plunges in and out of her until finally her back arched, she moaned and lay on the floor, panting. Alicia stood beside me. I'm heated both because of their treachery and the scene I just witness. "You got some nerve," I said. She shrugged and pointed at the door. "You demanded to see your sister. I even let you talk to her." Minutes later, I was back to my delicate cage my back flat on my soft bed, touching myself.