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Belize

By: antooine



It was the first Sunday in Belize, and the other guys had decided to go over to the mainland for the day, to go explore some Mayan ruins. I wasn't so interested, and decided to spend my day in the village, going through shops and generally walking around. Anna bid us farewell, closing and locking the door behind us as we left. I was barely halfway to town when I realized that I had left my wallet behind at the suite. 

I opened the door, seeing that Anna's room was open, but the doors down the long corridor to the lounge were closed. I opened them and walked into my room, yet I could not see my wallet anywhere, stymied, I walked out of my room and turned left, to look in the lounge.

I stopped dead when I look on the balcony. Anna was lying on a lounge chair, her raven-black hair hanging at her shoulders, as the chair was in a sitting rather than a lying position. Her long, shapely legs were pulled towards her chest, hanging over the arms over the chair as she spread her legs. Her natural C cup breasts were moving slightly as Anna settled. She had deposited her clothes on the deck by the foot of her chair. A black demi-bra and thong, red skirt and tank top all lay cluttered in a pile. She was lying back as much as she could, her left arm bent as she took her nipples between her thumb and fingers, while her right hand was between her spread legs, lightly fluttering over her pussy lips and teasing her clit. She smiled, and reached out for to a table that was by her left elbow. Upon it was a large flesh colour double ended dildo, a shorter yet wider silicone dildo which had balls attached to a flat base, and a bottle of lube.

I leaned against the counter watching carefully as she put a little bit of lube on her hand, and then start stroking and playing at her pussy and clit, while with the other hand she took the big double ended dildo. She slowly rubbed the head of the dildo over the lips and clit, then pushed it in slowly, pulling it all the way out with a popping sound on each stroke. Then she'd guide the head back in with both hands, pushing the dildo all the way in, pulling it all the way out. Anna started moving her arm faster and faster, no longer pulling it all the way out. She started bucking, moving her hips to meet the thrusting toy. I started getting hard, grabbing and touching my cock through my shorts. Anna was moaning, pulling at her nipples with every stroke as her right hand moved quicker, in and out. I undid my fly, pulled out my now hard cock and started stroking it, matching the pace of my jacking off to the speed of her thrusts. Suddenly, she stopped thrusting, her legs closed quickly trapping her hand as Anna's head went back and she muffled a sharp moan by biting her lip. I had closed my eyes as I too was cumming, and when I opened them, Anna was standing before me in the doorway, weight on her left foot, arms crossed over her perfect breasts.

She then asked if I had masturbated when thinking about her before, and I replied that I had. Cocking her head to one side, she asked what my favourite fantasy of her was. After I told her, she bid me to pick up her stuff and follow her into her room. After a second's hesitation, I ran to grab the clothes and toys, bundling them in my arms.

Once I got to her room, Anna locked the door, and bid me go into her bags and pick out the outfit that would best suit my fantasy. I chose a pair of heels, Red D'Orsay 4 inch stiletto heels with a really long pointed toe, a red lacy thong and push up bra set, and a black tank top with spaghetti straps. Meanwhile, I was standing there naked, my cock was starting to firm up again. Noticing this, Anna said it was time to act out my fantasy.

And so I lay down on the bed while she came up crawling on hands and knees from below me, and took my half flaccid cock into her hands. Stroking it quickly with her right hand, she looked over my cock into y eyes while her left hand ran up and down my leg, stomach, thigh and balls. With her skilled hands, it didn't take very long at all for me to get harder than I was before, and a bit bigger. 

Anna moved up, and slowly took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue was moving about; on the in stroke it would flick over the bottom of my penis while on the outstroke it flitted over the head. She was looking me deep in the eyes, and s I came close to cumming she stopped, smiled and stood up.

I rolled off the bed and indicated for her to lie down, with her ass near the end and her feet spread apart. Her stiletto heels were touching the bed, the shoes rising at a sharp angle. I came up from between her legs. Lifting one leg, kissing my way from the toe all the up the foot, inside the left leg to the knee, which I placed over my right shoulder. I then took her right foot, kissed and licked my way up from the toe of the shoe all the way up her lower leg to her thigh, which I placed on my left shoulder. I was hard, but I wanted to touch my cock so I stroked it a couple times.

I then started kissing my way up the inside of her right leg, from the knee to the thigh, all the way up to where her thong was covering her pussy. I could see, smell and feel the wetness that was already soaking through the thong

I pulled off her thong, lifting it over my head and taking it off, accidentally knocking off her left shoe. I moved back, and put it back on, then kissed my way up the leg all the way to her pussy. My hands were on the outside of her legs, stroking them from underneath and on the outside, lightly fluttering my fingers over her thighs. I put my hands under her ass, and look into her eyes as I kiss and lightly flick my tongue over her pussy lips .She was already very wet, and I start to lick and flick my tongue all over her pussy lips, slowly probing inside with just the tip, flicking the walls of her pussy.

I pulled her pussy into my face as she arches her back, pulling and twisting at her nipples with her fingers and nails, moaning as my nose flutters back and forth quickly over her clit. She arched her back and flopped, trying to angle her pussy more into my mouth her heels dig into my shoulder blades, turning me on even further as the jolt makes my tongue go farther in, flicking all over before I pull my mouth away, and move my head all over, making my tongue change angles as it flicks the inside of her lips.

Grinning, I sit back. She's very wet and it's gleaming on my face in the light from the window move up farther and place a hand either side of her torso, holding myself above her. She is still wearing her bra and tank top, and her legs are over my shoulders. Her left leg is bent, digging its heel into my back, while her right leg is extended, and I can just see the red in my peripheral vision with my left eye I grin, and lean down and kiss her on the neck and shoulder as I reach down, and with her supporting herself on her elbows, pulls off her tank top, throwing it far from the bed

We're kissing madly, out lips separated by our tongues, then we are kissing each others neck her left hand goes down to her pussy, alternating between stroking my cock and rubbing my cock against her pussy lips, and her right hand is running up and down my back, nails leaving red marks. My left hand is on her breast, playing her with nipple through her bra as my right reaches around and undoes the clasp With a smile, I lean back, untangle her arms for a second and remove her bra; throwing it the opposite way of the tank top put my head to her left breast, taking the left nipple in my mouth. My other hand is on her breast, flicking and twisting it I'm sucking on her nipple, twisting it, sucking hard then soft, licking the tip with my tongue, then I switch to the other breast, my right hand goes to her left breast while my left hand moves up and down her back.

Her head is thrown back, and she's moaning and sighing, rubbing the shaft of my cock against her pussy lips her nipples are getting big, and hard like little diamonds that press into my chest. I pay the same attention to her right breast as I did to her left, and then she pushes my head away, brings it close to hers, kisses my right neck cheek and ear, whispering that she wants me to fuck her hard. 

I move my arm so that her left leg moves s from my shoulder to around my waist while the right leg is still extended over my shoulder. She pushes my crotch back, and takes my cock, rubbing the head against her pussy lips before pulling on it, and slowly pushing my cock into her pussy

I start thrusting, all the way in and all the way out as she has one hand on my back, and one on her clit. My right hand is on her left breast while my left hand is on her shoulder, helping me to thrust harder and deeper into her, the heel digging into my back and the occasional flash of red spur me on, and I plunge harder and deeper, as If I'm trying to split her apart. She's throwing her head back, and my head is now bowed forward as I try to put as much into my thrusts as I can.

She starts bucking and thrusting against me, her breasts slapping together and going and swinging in circles, in opposite directions as we thrust together. Suddenly she screams and stops dead still just as we hit together on a thrust, throwing me off balance and right into her. Her nails dig into my back as she is reduced to moans; incoherent mumbling and saying fuck over and over again. Her pussy squeezes tight as she goes in to the first of a series of multiple orgasms, and I cum as well as I fall forward on top her, my left hand grabbing a breast while I fall between them, my head coming to rest on the pillow next to her, where I start to kiss her neck and shoulder. I move her right leg from my shoulder, admiring the damn sexy shoe, placing it around my waist.

We just rest, and she looks at me, grins, and asks.. Want to fuck again? 

Belize Adventure



Author's Note: Thanks, again, to snooper, my editor. Those of you that have read African Adventure will notice a significant passage of time between that story and this one. There is another story that comes between these two and deals in detail with events that are alluded to or briefly referenced in this story. I have elected not to publish that particular story on Literotica because it's mostly adventure. Frankly, there's far too little sex to interest most Literotica readers. The story was largely character development for Sara, growing her into the very strong and capable woman hinted at in the closing pages of African Adventure, and I still like it, but I'm not willing to throw in gratuitous sex in an effort to make it more palatable to readers. It's a nice story, but not a necessary read.

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The van was stifling hot under the afternoon sun, even beneath the netting that attempted to hide the van from aerial view. Sonia had felt the effort to be a waste, given their intentions, but Sara had insisted in a tone of voice that Sonia had come to recognize as being the final word. With sweat trickling down her forehead she tried to strike up another conversation. Sara had spent the past hour telling her about Africa, details about how she had met Robert that even the wildest gossip had failed to suggest. But when she opened her mouth, Sara held a finger in front of her lips and pointed to her ear with the other hand.

After a minute Sonia recognized the sound, the soft whisper of a helicopter. The sound grew louder as the helicopter approached and Sonia licked her lips nervously. Sara reached out to pat her encouragingly on the shoulder as Sonia pulled back the slide on the silenced pistol sitting in her lap. It slid forward with a loud metallic click and seated a round in the chamber. Just as Sara had taught her, she took the pistol in a two-handed grip and lifted the weapon in front of her, carefully keeping the muzzle pointed skyward.

Sara threw open the side door and looked out at the sky. A helicopter descended rapidly towards the spot they had marked for it and flared steeply at the last moment, settling roughly onto the ground.

"Safety off," Sara shouted to be heard above the noise.

"Safety off," Sonia confirmed.

Sara smiled thinly and jumped out of the van to walk through the billowing clouds of dust towards the helicopter. The side doors in the helicopter opened and six men jumped out. Four of them carried weapons and wore black suits that covered their faces. The other two wore bright orange jumpsuits. One of the men in black tapped an orange jumpsuit wearer on the shoulder and pointed at Sara. Together, the two of them jogged over to her. The man in the jumpsuit regarded her affectionately.

"Who's been a very good girl?" he asked.

"I have, sinjoro," Sara replied as she threw herself into his arms. She kissed him hard and then held him tightly, close enough that she could whisper in his ear, "Just like the diamond ambush."

"Where's the rest of the money?" the man in black demanded.

"In the van," Sara replied, "My partner has it ready for you. Your van is under the netting over there."

The man motioned and the other three men in black and the other jumpsuited man, headed towards the second van. He hefted the sub-machine gun he was holding and headed towards the first van. Sara and Robert followed behind him. They were still several yards from the van when there was a series of soft coughing sounds and the man in black fell to the ground. Sara and Robert ran for the van, diving headfirst into it even as a set of explosions made the world around them erupt in flames, noise, and dust.

A moment later they were out of the van again. Robert reached for the sub-machine gun on the corpse next to the van but Sara stopped him.

"Ne, sinjoro! Here," she tossed a pistol at him.

Working carefully, with pistols at the ready, they checked the flaming wreckage of the van and then the helicopter. There was a single shot from Sara's gun when she thought she saw one of the corpses move. When they were finished, they dashed back to the van. Sonia had it rolling before they had finished closing the door.

"Airfield?" Robert asked.

"Airfield," Sara confirmed, "But it's a red-herring. We've got a boat offshore."

"From now on," Robert said, "I'm making you plan the escapes. You're a hell of lot better at it than I am."

Sara smiled through her tears.

Six hours later Sonia held the wheel of the ship as it knifed through the surf like a white dolphin. The wind was blowing strong enough to raise whitecaps and it drove the boat at a fast pace, leaning it over at a fifteen degree angle. Normally she would have been laughing in delight. Sailing was one of her passions and she rarely got to indulge it, and certainly not in a 40 foot luxury sailboat. Right now though, she felt numb.

She had been in on the rescue plan right from the start; had actively assisted Sara every step of the way. She had known early on that she would have to shoot one of the white-supremacists they worked with to do the actual prison escape. But she was discovering that the reality of her actions was... not what she had expected.

Robert emerged from the cabin wearing boat shoes, swim trunks, and a T-shirt. He flopped down on one of the bench seats forward of the wheel and basked in the sun for several minutes.

"Thank you, Sonia," he said, "I didn't like prison at all."

She shook her head and managed a response.

"No thanks are necessary. You killed to protect me and my family. You avenged my brother. I was in your debt."

"Then your debt has been paid in full. And perhaps then some. I repeat, thank you."

He fixed her with a gaze that penetrated the haze in her mind and she nodded.

Sonia, still wearing blue jeans and shirt came back from the bow.

"Everything is secure and all the evidence is over the side. I don't think they'll find the box even if they know where to look."

She looked at Robert.

"A concrete colander, sinjoro. Holds everything in and lets the sea water corrode everything. I soaked all the clothing in bleach just for extra insurance. Nothing is perfect so if they look hard enough..." she shrugged, "I'm going to go change now."

She ducked down through the doorway into the cabin space.

Robert nodded his head in approval and then appraised Sonia. She felt him looking at her and jerked her eyes from the compass and horizon to give him a half smile.

"It hurts," he said.

"What?" she responded in a puzzled tone.

"The killing. Shooting that man, the explosives. You feel like you're in pain. I've seen that look before, sometimes in the mirror. Don't hold back the emotions. It just makes things worse, believe me. Let it go."

"I... I can't," she whispered.

"You can," he said, "It's over and it's safe to let it out. You're with family. More than that, you're with family who have been through what you've been through. We understand. And we don't think poorly of you of because of what you are feeling now. I'm proud of you, and I'm profoundly grateful. I know that Sara is proud of you too."

As he spoke he stood and went to the wheel, hands grasping it without taking control from her. Sonia felt the emotions welling up inside her but was unable to find a way to let them out. She sat down, collapsing into a chair. She barely noticed as Sara sat down next to her, pulled her close and held her in her arms.

When she awoke she was confused for a moment, then she realized she was in one of the beds in the cabin. She sat up, careful not to bang her head on the low ceiling, and got out of the bunk. Her single suitcase was laid out on the other bunk along with Sara's and a duffel bag with clothing for Robert. She stripped out of the blue jeans and shirt she had worn under the black jumpsuit the day before. The clothing stank of dried sweat and she decided she would get rid of it.

Naked, she walked over to the shower and turned it on. The boat was a luxury model, the baseline, but still a luxury model. It had plenty of fresh water for the short trip they were making and she luxuriated in the hot water, taking time to wash her short, black hair and letting the streams of water wash the stress out of her muscles.

After toweling herself dry she put on a one piece black swimsuit and a pair of shorts. Giving her hair a quick brush-out she stepped out of the cabin and on to the deck.

Sara was standing at the wheel, steering, while Robert sat on a chair next to her. She was wearing what might charitably be called a bikini. What there was of it appeared to be three scraps of red fabric held together by pieces of string. It barely covered her nipples, let alone her breasts, and the piece between her thighs... moved. Sonia saw this was because Robert's hand, reaching from behind Sara, was beneath the fabric and stroking her hairless mons. She stopped in shock, outright staring at them. Robert noticed her first.

"Good evening, sleeping beauty. We were wondering when you'd wake up. I don't trust the auto-pilot, so do you feel up to taking the wheel for a little while?" he asked her.

She nodded, after a moment, and walked back to them. She noticed that Sara's crotch was soaking wet. The red fabric was dark with moisture and her inner thighs gleamed almost down to her knees. When she looked at Sara's face, Sara smiled at her through the sweat that beaded on her brow. Her chest was flushed and heaving as she gulped in air.

"Thank you, Sonia," she gasped.

Sonia gingerly took the wheel and Sara, followed by Robert, headed towards the cabin. Halfway there, Robert grabbed Sara by the shoulder and stopped her. Pushing her to one side, he bent her forward over a bench and kicked her legs apart. Dropping his trunks he stepped forward, his member in hand, and inserted it between Sara's swollen nether lips. Sara moaned as he slid into her, thanking him again and again.

Sonia surprised herself by thinking "I thought he'd be larger," before turning her eyes to the compass and then the horizon. Try as she did, however, she could not stop her eyes from coming back to the scene in front of her. Robert pumped slowly back and forth into Sara, his cock slick with her moisture, her lips sliding the length of him. Sara braced herself against the boat with one hand while her other reached back between her legs to fondle his balls.

They continued in this fashion for several minutes before Robert suddenly slammed home, his abdomen against Sara's ass, and he cried out in pleasure as Sara crooned delightedly. Then he withdrew from her and sat down on the bench, breathing heavily. Sara knelt on the deck next to him. He smiled at her, reaching down to caress her cheek.

"I've missed you," he said.

Sara turned her head to kiss his hand and wrist, tongue darting out to taste his flesh, before responding.

"I've missed you too, sinjoro."

Robert pulled her head closer to his crotch and Sara bent her head over him, hands taking careful hold of his semi-erect penis, holding it up as she guided her mouth over it.

Sonia watched, shocked and fascinated, as Sara fellated Robert. She felt the moistness building between her thighs and the flush on her cheeks, which suddenly bloomed as Robert turned his eyes upon her.

"Think I'm a monster?" he asked.

Sonia shook her head.

"Well, I am. Of a sorts. But I'm a monster governed by rules. You are part of our family. You're safe. But it's important that you understand the relationship Sara and I have. Because we consider you family, we won't be hiding our relationship as we did before."

He reached down and took Sara's hair in his hand. Using this as a handhold he pulled Sara off of his cock. He bent over, kissed her, and then drew her head back between his legs.

"We'll have a little more privacy when we get home. But this is a small boat and I am not inclined to restrict myself after my imposed celibacy. Is this going to be a problem for you?"

Sonia shook her head slowly.

"Are you sure?" Robert persisted. "I'm not kidding about you being family. I'm willing to make some accommodations if you find this distasteful."

Sonia's mouth opened, but no words came out. She closed it and tried again. "I don't know how I find it. But you live your lives the way you are accustomed to and if I have any problems I'll bring them up."

Robert groaned and his eyes closed briefly. He glanced affectionately down at Sara before looking back at Sonia.

"That's fair enough," he said. "Please excuse me for a minute."

Robert turned his attention back to Sara, stroking her hair and murmuring softly to her. Sonia watched in fascination as Sara finished him, Robert jerking up into her mouth as Sara moaned loudly and then licked him clean. When she was done she turned her head to Sonia.

"Thank you, Sonia. That's very understanding of you."

Sonia, her heart beating rapidly, gave Sara a small smile and concentrated on piloting the boat.

That night Sonia woke with her hands between her legs. She had been dreaming about Robert and Sara. In her dream Robert had just taken her in his arms and was kissing her about the throat. She groaned slightly in frustration and began to touch herself in earnest. When the mattress moved she squeaked in shock and sat bolt upright, banging her head against the ceiling. A light clicked on and she saw Sara sitting at the foot of the bed.

"I'm sorry," Sara said, "I didn't mean to frighten you. I wanted to talk."

"Not really the best time, Sara," Sonia gasped, "You scared me half to death."

"Shocked you, perhaps?" Sara suggested. "You thought you were alone."

Sonia gulped and nodded, "I did. I'm... a little embarrassed at the moment."

Sara smiled at her, "After watching Robert fuck me from behind and then have me blow him? A little masturbation kind of pales in comparison wouldn't you say?"

Sonia colored in the dim light and then laughed. They enjoyed the moment together, sharing broad smiles.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that," Sara pursued, "Robert told me to take care of you. I was planning on making you this great breakfast and it wasn't until I saw you in bed that I realized you've been celibate for even longer than I have. You don't have to be, you know."

"You're not suggesting that Robert...?" Sonia exclaimed and then shut her mouth as she remembered how small the boat was and the way sound carried over the water.

"Actually, I wasn't," Sonia replied, "I wouldn't have a problem with that, but I don't think it would work. He does some things on his own terms. *Only* on his terms. I don't think that normal partner sex would work with you two. But he's not the only one who could help you."

"You?" Sonia squeaked.

Sara nodded, "You're family. You don't have to lie alone in the dark and masturbate. I can help you get some sexual relief that's a little more satisfying."

Sonia was stunned and took several minutes to recover before speaking. "I didn't know that you were a lesbian," she managed.

"I'm not. But, among the other things that I am, I am a sex slave. I'm used for sex. To give, and generally receive, pleasure. And my master has ordered me to take care of you, a family member. This is something I can do for you."

As Sara spoke her hand, beneath the covers, traced up the inside of Sonia's leg, past her knee to her thigh. Her nails grazed lightly over the sensitive flesh and Sonia drew in an involuntary breath of air.

"So you are suggesting that we...?" she stopped.

Sara nodded her head, "Although, to be honest, the idea of kissing your mouth or your vagina," her hand went higher, almost to the junction of Sonia's thighs, "makes me a little uncomfortable. I'll do that, if you want me to, but I'd prefer not to."

Sonia felt her heart racing. Here, on a boat far away from her home and cut off by her actions from the civilization that had sheltered her, this crazy idea seemed to have merit.

"I don't know...."

She paused.

"I don't know how to do this," she said.

Sara nodded, "I've seen this, but it's a first for me. Let me take the lead. I'll give you pleasure and if you want me to do something just tell me. I'll do it, no questions or judgments."

Sonia considered this for a long moment before closing her eyes and nodding. She felt Sara get off the mattress and then she was sitting next to her.

"Lean forward, Sonia," she said in a gentle voice.

Sonia leaned forward and Sara scooted in behind her. Sonia felt her hands on her neck and upper back, slowly and strongly rubbing her muscles. After several relaxing minutes of this Sara moved her hands to Sonia's head, massaging the scalp and her face. Sonia felt tension she hadn't known was there flowing out of her body. She leaned back into Sara, her small breasts soft against her back.

Sara's hands left her scalp and moved back to her shoulders and arms, strong fingers pushing the tension down into her hands. Sonia spent several minutes on each hand, her thumbs kneading the flesh of the wrist and palm. She took each of Sonia's fingers in her mouth, slowly pulling them from between her lips. Sonia felt as if Sara was sucking the tension from her body through the tips of her fingers.

Then Sara's hands were roaming her flanks and Sonia felt a new tension rising in her. Sara cupped her breasts, slowly letting their weight slide from her hands and leaned forward to kiss Sonia on the side of her neck.

"I'm jealous of your breasts," she whispered to Sonia, "I know Robert likes large breasts. I wish mine were larger."

Sonia swallowed before responding, "Thank you, Sara."

Sara dropped her lips back to Sonia's neck and her hands slowly meandered down her belly. Sonia was breathing rapidly, now. Sara's mouth was hot at her neck and her skin felt hypersensitive beneath the touch of Sara's hands. The last desperate moment of apprehension vanished as Sara's fingers darted across the folds of her sex creating a moan that surged up out of her belly.

"That's good?" Sara asked.

"That's good," Sonia groaned, "Do that again."

"Jes, sinjorino," Sara responded, and did.

Sonia writhed in Sara's arms as she slowly ministered to her desires. At last, Sonia reached down with her hands, pinning Sara's hands beneath hers and cried out loudly as the orgasm swept through her. The power of it frightened her and she sobbed quietly, tears running down her cheeks, until she relaxed back against Sara who enfolded her in her arms.

At length she spoke, "Thank you, Sara."

"You're welcome, Sonia. I'm glad you enjoyed that. And thank you for helping me free Robert. I know you had your own reasons, but I still appreciate what you did."

"Sara?"

"Yes?"

"Explain this to me, please. What do you get out of this?"

Sara did not speak for several minutes and then she laughed, "It fills a hole in me."

Sonia joined her laughter.

"Really," Sara persisted, "I need to submit. I feel more alive when I'm doing it, and normal sex just doesn't excite me the way that submissive sex does. When Robert takes hold of my hair and bends my body into a position that excites him, I feel like my cunt is about to explode. And I have screaming orgasms that seem to last for hours. Besides," she added, "I don't think I was going to get to use words like 'cunt' if I stuck around and had the life my father had planned for me."

They both shared another laugh at this. Sonia reflected that she had left her old life behind and had no idea what her new life would hold, but at least she had a good friend.

"Oh," Sonia said as she felt Sara's fingers move, "Do that some more."

"Jes, sinjorino," Sara replied.

Sonia lay back and enjoyed Sara's attentions for several minutes until she dared more.

"Wait," she said. She leaned forward and reached down to the suitcase, rummaging in it for a moment before pulling out a large vibrating dildo. Red-faced but determined, she handed it to Sara. "Use this."




Belize Adventure



Sara smiled at her and bowed her head in assent. "Lie down," she told Sonia.

Sonia lay back on the bed, her legs spread and Sara knelt between them. She placed the head of the vibrator between Sonia's wet lips and slowly rubbed it up and down, rotating it to coat it in her vaginal honey. Sonia sighed contentedly, her embarrassment slipping away from her. Sara inserted the vibrator into Sonia, just the head, then out, then halfway, then out, then slowly all the way in. She stroked the vibrator in and out several times before leaning forward to kiss Sonia's breast. Leaving the vibrator inside Sonia, Sara brought her hands up to gently fondle her breasts. Sonia whimpered quietly as Sara teased the nipples with her lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers. She felt her pull one nipple and slowly roll it between a finger and thumb as her tongue circled the other nipple, now painfully hard.

Sara released the nipple with her hand and transferred her mouth to it. Sonia's hips bucked uncontrollably upwards as Sara's free hand unexpectedly turned the vibrator on. The hum of the vibrator was lost in Sonia's cries of pleasure. Sara worked the vibrator back and forth in time to the beat of Sonia's heart. Sonia's hands clenched the pillow behind her as Sara brought her to the brink and then slid the vibrator home, holding it in place with her thigh and brought her hands and mouth back to Sonia's breasts. Sonia's hips bucked, sliding up and down Sara's leg and she screamed in raw pleasure, not caring in the slightest that Robert was right outside the door.

When she emerged into the daylight several hours later Robert greeted her cordially.

"A good night?"

"Very," she responded, "Thank you. I needed that. Need that."

"You're telling me about pent up sexual needs? I spent the last eighteen months in prison," he said with a grin, "I'm glad you let Sara help you. God knows, she helped me."

Sonia sat on one of the benches and surveyed the blue waters of the Pacific.

"She was so matter of fact about it," she mused, "How does someone get to be like that?"

Robert's face transformed itself, becoming very grim and menacing.

"In her case it's because she was damaged; I know because I did the damaging. I can't even claim I didn't want to damage her because the truth is, when they sat her down in front of me I wanted nothing else. Two years of setting things up for that diamond robbery and I was ready to toss it all away just to have her."

He paused.

"So now I have her. She says she's happy, and I know that I'm happy, so all's well that ends well."

He cast a glance over at Sonia.

"What about you? What are your plans now?"

Sonia shook her head, "Don't spoil my mood, Robert. I feel happy and unburdened by care. I have no idea what I'm going to do beyond make breakfast, take my turn at the wheel, and ask you if I can borrow Sara again tonight."

Robert laughed. "You do those things. When we get home you can take all the time you want to decide what you want to do. You're not hurting for money and there's no rush to make any decisions."

Guatemala was a rude awakening. A sudden intrusion of a harsh society into the soft reality Sonia had been building. Days of sunbathing in the nude, nights of gently rocking waves and stars that filled the sky and open sexuality were replaced by a teeming mass of outsiders that curtailed the freedom she had been experiencing. There was the compensation of buying soft cotton dresses in vivid colors and sampling delicious foods, but she felt as though the world was pressing in around her. She also felt she understood Sara and Robert a little better; their lifestyle was intoxicating. It was almost like a drug that they would do anything to get more of. She wondered, on the long, crowded bus trip across the mountains into Belize, if she was becoming addicted to that drug.

Home, *her home* Robert and Sara kept assuring her, was amazing. The little fishing village was everything Sara had described and more. Though undoubtedly dirt poor, it looked well kept and very clean. There were signs of new building and Sara was pleased to point out all the work they had done. A new school and health clinic as well as a community center and a new dock; all built with funds provided by Robert and Sara. As they rode through the sand streets of the town on the way to Robert's house they were cheerfully greeted by adults and children alike. Their horseback procession was halted a dozen times so that Sonia could be introduced to the alcalde, the priest, the head of the local fishermen, a gaggle of children, the doctor and his students from the new medical center making their house calls. The house was a renovated warehouse at the edge of the water. It had been rebuilt and converted into a small villa by Robert with the addition of a courtyard and stables. A staff of men and women, some of them armed, had ushered them through the doors and whisked the horses off to unseen stables. Sonia had been led to a small and simply appointed room with a private bath. Showered and attired in one of her new Guatemalan dresses she had followed one of the maids to Robert and Sara's suite for dinner.

Robert and Sara, she soon saw, lived as simply as everyone else. Their room was Spartan with a tile floor, an enormous but simple wooden bed, a pair of wardrobes, a few wooden chairs and a small dining table on a balcony overlooking the small bay. She went outside and found Robert seated at the table, reading a small pile of papers. He stood up as she approached and waited until she sat.

"Everything you expected?" he asked.

"Not at all," she responded, "I was thinking horrible heat and thick velvet curtains and marble floors. This looks a bit like a monastery. It's very simple and elegant. I think I like this better."

She looked around.

"Where's Sara?" she asked.

Robert looked over his shoulder, "Here she comes."

Sonia looked over and saw Sara approaching them, naked and carrying a tray. When she arrived she knelt between them and began placing plates and bowls on the table. Then she slid the tray beneath the table and remained kneeling on the floor.

Robert pointed to the food in front of Sonia. "Dig in. More simple-but-elegant. Very good."

Sonia hesitated, "And Sara?" she asked.

"Mastro Robert will feed me, Sonia. Go ahead and eat," Sara said softly.

Reluctantly, Sonia picked up her fork and began to eat. The food was, as Robert had said, very simple and delicious; a grilled fish with some sort of cream sauce on the side and steamed vegetables and a bowl of beans and rice. As she ate she stared in unabashed curiosity as Robert would occasionally pick out a morsel of food with his fingers and hold it down for Sara to eat. Sara would open her mouth and take the food from his fingers and then lick them clean. She smiled wickedly at Sonia as she did so and Sonia realized that Sara treated Robert's fingers exactly the way she treated his cock. The realization that Robert and Sara were having sex in the middle of dinner caused her to laugh.

"That's a new reaction," Robert said, "Most people are glaring at me or ogling Sara. We've never had laughter before."

"The pair of you are shameless," Sonia exclaimed delightedly, "You're fucking right here in the middle of dinner and I'm clueless about the whole matter. Amazing."

Robert and Sara both laughed. "Not many people make that connection, Sonia," said Sara, "But you're right. This is a sexual behavior. Here in Mastro Robert's room there are some special rules that I apply. This is one of them."

Sonia slept alone that night, between cotton sheets so thick they were stiff and underneath the gossamer screen of mosquito netting that hung from the ceiling. The night was balmy and the French windows let in a breeze from the sea and the sounds of Robert and Sara's lovemaking. It was a fitful night.

In the morning, after another meal on Robert and Sara's patio, Robert instructed Sara to show Sonia the town. In the Guatemalan dresses and leather sandals the pair of them wandered through the village. Sonia quickly came to realize that Robert was spending a great deal of money in the village. A new school and teachers to work in it, a health clinic and doctors and nurses to staff it, an orphanage, and most of the buildings seemed to be in some stage of renovation.

"Tourism," Sara explained, "The lack of beaches will keep the numbers down, but that's just fine with us. It will help to preserve the nature of the town and keep developers out. No big hotels, just lots of little bed and breakfast type places. But even a little tourism will help the economy immensely."

"So you help the people by bringing in tourists?" Sonia asked.

Sara nodded, "Not just tourism, though. We're building some small industries as well. Robert owns land inland where we're growing bamboo. In a couple of years we'll be selling bamboo to the US and Europe and we'll be using some of it here. If you process it properly you can make all sorts of things from it: furniture, building materials, bicycles, carts. And we're building up a solid core of service industry knowledge; the new school has facilities to train people to be plumbers, electricians, and mechanics. We're talking to the local farmers about setting up a model farm to experiment with agricultural techniques and teach farming to some of the students. The clinic is also a school. We have students from medical schools come in to do a semester of fieldwork or even their residency. And lots of the locals are being trained as medical technicians. We've even got scholarship funds set up so that some of the students can go to college."

Sonia laughed at Sara's gushing account and Sara colored slightly, but was unrepentant.

"My father was going to see me married off to some upwardly mobile lawyer or doctor and I was going to spend the rest of my life organizing parties, having babies, and trying to work off the weight. This is *real*, Sonia. We're building something amazing here."

"How do you do it?" Sonia asked, "How do you go from being a tool of Robert's pleasure to being this amazingly capable woman?"

Sara reached up and cupped Sonia's cheek. "They aren't different people, Sonia. It's always just me." She smiled, "Come on, I don't have to exercise the horses today, but we can still go for a ride."

On horseback Sara continued the tour ranging into the fields surrounding the town. When the sun was high they returned to the house and retreated to the shade of the downstairs patio to drink rum and reminisce about school. When the breeze died down for the tenth or eleventh time Sara lost her patience and stripped out of the dress and dove into the water beneath the patio. Sonia stepped over to the rail, aghast, and watched Sara stroking further out into the water under the admiring eyes of a dozen observers. She stopped and turned, treading water, and motioned for Sonia to join her.

Sonia growled in frustration and then peeled off the hot dress and jumped over the edge.

"You know this is crazy, don't you?" she demanded as she approached Sara.

Sara laughed like a bell. "Maybe in everyone else's world. In *my* world this is perfectly normal. Besides, admit it. You love the fact that every healthy man in sight is staring at you. You love the fact that their hearts are beating faster and their cocks are getting hard. And you especially love the fact that that fisherman is being beaten by his wife for looking at you."

"Really?" Sonia asked and turned to look at the shore. She realized her mistake a moment later as Sara placed both hands on her shoulders and forced her under the water. She came up, spitting out water, and saw Sara stroking away from her.

"No you don't!" Sonia called and gave pursuit. Being larger and stronger, she soon caught up to Sara, grabbing her ankle and dragging her back for a revenge dunking. Instead of coming back up, Sara went deeper and pulled Sonia underneath by her ankles.

The two of them returned to the surface almost in unison, laughing.

"You're right, Sara. I do like this," Sonia said, laying back to float in the warm water. The rise and fall of the water rocked her body gently and the sun warmed the skin of her chest and belly. She knew that she was completely exposed to anyone who wanted to look and yet.... "This is how you build your reality," she said to Sara, "You simply live it and let other people ignore it." She raised her head and looked around. Already a good many of the people on the shore had returned to working. She turned to face Sara.

"That's it, isn't it?" she demanded.

Sara smiled. 

"I live my life on my terms," she said, "Why shouldn't I? It's not as though I'm hurting anyone. Most people would think I was crazy, but I reject their opinions. They are welcome to their opinions of me and I don't care what they are."

"Dropping the burden of society's expectations," Sonia summarized, "A little bit dangerous, don't you think? What if everyone simply did what they wanted to do? Peer pressure is a species survival mechanism."

Sara shrugged. 

"Perhaps in the realm of law and other areas, but when it comes to sex and relationships I think it's counter-productive. I'm not arguing that my views are superior to those of society in general, but I don't think they are inferior. I like my freedom and I accept the consequences of my actions. I like to swim nude and therefore," she lay back in the water, her arms and legs outstretched, "I accept that people will be able to see me swimming nude."

A bell began ringing in the village and Sara hauled herself upright. "Lunch time," she announced, "Race you back."

Sonia pulled herself out of the water well before Sara was close to the house. She put her hands on her hips and taunted her as she swam to the porch.

"Hardly seems fair when you're a foot taller than her," Robert remarked.

Sonia started; she hadn't heard him approach and his presence was startling. He looked her up and down and she blushed, despite the fact that he had clearly seen her sunbathing nude several times on the boat.

"You're more athletic, too. Although I wager Sara could walk you into the ground. She's had more practice at that."

He stepped past Sonia and reached his hand down to pull Sara out of the water. Sonia picked up her dress, but refrained from putting it on.

"Dankon, sinjoro," Sara said and kissed him briefly, "I'll get the food. Shall we eat on the balcony?"

He shook his head. "Too hot. In the bedroom," He turned to Sonia, "Will you join us?"

Sonia hesitated, but she was enjoying herself far too much to suddenly go back to her old habits.

"Yes, thank you, I will," she replied.

Naked, with the dress slung over her shoulder, she followed Robert up to the second floor. In the bedroom he casually removed his clothing, piling it into a wicker basket, and headed towards the bathroom. Sonia watched him from the balcony, struck again by the amazing collection of scars that marked his body.

Sara came in with the tray of food and Sonia rose and went to help her. Sara shook her head.

"Thank you, Sonia, but no. This is my job and my privilege."

Sara placed the food on the table and slid the tray beneath.

"Back in a minute," she told Sonia. On the balls of her feet she ran lightly into the bathroom.

Sonia sat down in a chair and looked through the balcony doorway out over the town. Everyone seemed to be headed into the shade in a sort of Brownian movement that emptied the streets. She sipped idly at one of the rum drinks on the table, enjoying again the bite of the added spices. Robert came out of the bathroom followed by Sara and sat down at the table. Sara knelt next to him. As he had at both previous meals, Robert bowed his head for a moment before eating.

The food was excellent, if simple. A roast chicken with a dark crust of spices was the centerpiece surrounded by grilled vegetables and fruits. A large bowl of beans and rice sat next to it, flanked by another bowl of fresh fruit. A small basket held a pile of large corn tortillas. Robert disdained the use of silverware, instead using his fingers and pieces of tortilla. He alternated feeding himself with feeding Sara and Sonia casually speculated about what it would be like to be fed in that manner.

A knock at the door came, midway through the meal, and Robert gestured for Sara to answer the door. She came back a moment later.

"There is a telephone call for you from one of the investigators I hired," she reported.

Robert grunted and stood. "This may take a few minutes. Sonia, would you please feed Sara some food?"

Sonia was too surprised to do more than nod and Robert, after washing his hands on a towel provided by Sara and pulling on a pair of shorts and a shirt, walked out of the room. Sara came over and knelt next to Sonia. Sonia could see the wicked twinkle in Sara's eyes.

"You're laughing at this! I can see it. You think this is amusing because it makes me uncomfortable," she accused.

"Guilty," Sara admitted, "But I'm also wondering how you're going to deal with the situation; you could simply avoid it by not feeding me, of course."

"What would you do then," Sonia asked.

"Go hungry," Sara admitted, "This is a new situation for me. Robert has never delegated his feeding rights. Under the circumstances I think I should act as if he was still right here. Sitting at the table without his invitation would be unacceptable, as would taking food from the table. You could always put some food on the ground for me to eat, but I'm not allowed to use my hands in that situation."

"I guess you're going hungry then," Sonia said.

Sara gasped in mock surprise. "You'd let me starve?" she protested, with a grin on her face. Then she switched tack, "Mi petas vi, sinjorino, nutri mi."

Sonia's grin froze and she suddenly felt uncomfortable again, "What did you just say?"

"Please, lady, feed me," Sara replied. "Mi petegas vi," she added, "I beg you."

Sonia colored again and then shook her head as she realized that Sara was making the situation worse as a way of tweaking her. She pulled a piece of fruit out of the bowl and held it down for Sara. Sara slowly took the piece of fruit from her fingers and Sonia gasped quietly as she felt Sara's mouth hot on her fingers. Sara chewed and swallowed the piece of food and then licked Sonia's hand. Sonia pulled her hand away as if it had been burned and saw the mischievous grin on Sara's face.

"You little bitch," she laughed, "I'll bet Robert would beat you if you tweaked him like that."

Sara nodded her head, "Probably. So I don't."

"And me?" Sonia asked.

"You're my friend, Sonia, not my master."

Sonia just nodded in resignation. She could see the logic and, in truth, could not argue with it. It made sense and Sara was consistent. Sighing, she began to feed Sara in earnest.

When they were finished Sonia declined to have Sara lick her fingers clean, opting instead for a small bowl of water and a towel. She lay down in the large hammock that hung on the porch and chatted with Sara, who remained kneeling by the table, waiting for Robert.

Robert came back into the room a short while later. He came back to the table and sat down to eat. Only when he was finished, his fingers cleaned, and leaning back with a drink in his hand did he speak.

"The consensus seems to be that I am a murdering bastard with ties to the Aryan Brotherhood. So far as they can tell I escaped with the aid of accomplices in what was a carefully orchestrated escape and faction elimination. They believe that I have fled the country. So, the bad news is that it will be a very long time before I go to America or Europe. The good news is that none of the guards were killed during our escape and the authorities seem to be looking for male accomplices. So you and Sara are in the clear for the moment. It's probably best if we give it a couple of months before you head back though. If that's what you decide to do," he concluded.




Belize Adventure



"What about the local police," Sonia asked, "Belize used to be British and they have extradition to the US."

"Not for death penalty cases," Robert replied, "I should be safe. Assuming the US bothers to track me down and present enough evidence to make an extradition request I could tie things up in court for years. If it started to go against me I could just disappear again. There are still places to go."

"What if I decided to stay here?" Sonia ventured.

Robert shrugged, "Plenty of room and there's lots of work to be done. Sara showed you some of the projects, and there are others. You're family and you're welcome here whenever and for however long you desire."

Sonia hesitated and then plowed on, "How would that work? Me being family and staying here," she clarified.

Robert opened his mouth to reply and then stopped, "Oh. I think I understand. What exactly will our," he gestured to encompass himself, Sara, and Sonia, "relationship be?" He shrugged and then scratched his head. "I don't really know," he admitted, "I suppose we'll just have to work that out."

"It's a little confusing right now," Sara observed. "I'm the slave, but Sonia is neither a slave nor a master. So sometimes I'm treating her as a friend, sometimes I'm treating her as a master; mistress, I suppose."

"How about this?" Robert proposed, "I'm the head of this household and Sara is my personal servant and a member of this household. Sonia is a member of this household and she's my guest, nothing more. You treat her as your friend, not some ersatz mistress."

"I can do that," Sara agreed.

"What about the sex?" Sonia asked, "I mean, if we're being all adult about this, I'd like to clear that up. Does that mean you won't be available to me anymore, Sara? If that's the case I'm going to have to do something about sex because I'm not going back to midnight masturbation and sleepless nights."

"I think we can still have sex as friends, Sonia. Will that be enough?" Sara responded.

Sonia pondered this carefully before replying, "I don't know. I'm still finding my way in this new world you've introduced me to. I crave the freedom and the unburdened sense of joy that I feel. But I don't know how to get it. You came back and made yourself a slave to get it. How do I get it?"

Sara came over and took her hand. "It's okay, Sonia. I had a lot of professional help when I was asking these kinds of questions, and it still took a long time to find my answers."

Sonia got out of the hammock and started pacing. She ignored the concerned looks that Robert and Sara gave her.

"That's good for you, and I appreciate the support, but it doesn't help me. I'm living in a foreign country, my brother is dead, and my life is gone. But that's not too bad because when I'm playing dominance and submission games and having lesbian sex with my best friend from school or swimming naked in front of people I don't know I feel more alive than I ever have in my life. And I've discovered new things about myself that I never knew. I like to act like a slut. If I had my preferences I'd act even sluttier. I'd like to come into your room late at night when you're screaming in passion and crawl into your bed and scream with you. I can also kill people. Only bad people so far, but maybe I could kill good people too. It's not hard. You just squeeze it gently, like a tit, and you get a little cough and a lot of mess." She continued talking in a confused train of thought, ignoring the glances that Robert and Sara shared.

"Breakdown," Robert said, "She's been walling the grief away since before her brother died. It's coming out."

Sara nodded, "I did this twice. She's lost her anchor and doesn't know what's real. We ground her or she could get bad."

Sara stood up and walked over to Sonia, putting one arm around her shoulder. "I think you're right," she declared.

Sonia stopped and looked at her in puzzlement and hope. "Right? About what?" she asked.

Sara maneuvered Sonia back towards the hammock. "It's difficult to put into words," Sara said. "But I think I can explain it if you help me. If you listen to me and help me form my thoughts. Let's lie down in the hammock and we can figure it out together. Because whatever happens you have family to support any decisions you make."

"Decisions," Sonia demanded, "You want to see decisions? Here's a decision. I want sex. Real sex. Not someone rubbing my cunt because they have to. See? I can use dirty words too. I want cock. I want it filling me. I want to be so full that I ache. And I know how to get it. Because I enjoy acting like a slut," she shouted, "It's easy."

Shaking Sara's arm off her shoulder Sonia dropped to her knees in front of Robert. "I can be just as slutty as your slave," she announced, "and *I've* got bigger tits." She ran her hands up her side to her breasts, lifting them and pressing them together. She leaned forward to show off her cleavage and then leaned back, massaging her breasts and moaning softly. One hand massaged a breast, pulling at the nipple and rolling it between finger and thumb, as her other hand went to her parted lips. It traced them and then a finger slipped between them. Sonia sucked on the finger, her eyes closed, and her faint moans filling the air.

Sara stepped forward but Robert lifted a hand and she stopped, waiting.

"You think you know how to get sex?" he demanded in a chilly voice. "You think you know about pleasing me? You think you can do anything better than Sara?"

"I can do everything better," Sonia hissed back at him, glaring into his eyes. "I don't have to be raped into submission. I don't have to be broken. I was born wanting to act like this."

The words hung in the air, an accusation and admission, as Robert and Sonia locked eyes. Finally Robert nodded and got to his feet. He walked slowly over to the bed and lay back on it.

"Prove it," he ordered.

Sonia crawled to the bed, full breasts swaying beneath her, hips undulating wantonly. Catlike she crawled upon the bed and between Robert's legs. Smiling at him she lowered her head and began to lick at his cock. Under her attentions it became hard and she slipped it into her mouth taking as much of it as she could. She held it there, tongue working, as her hands gripped the rest of his shaft and his balls. Moaning loudly she began to work her mouth up and down him as her hands massaged his testicles gently. After a few minutes of this Robert spoke.

"I hope you fuck better than you suck because you're not doing very well," he commented in a dry voice.

Sonia looked up angrily and growled in inarticulate rage. She crawled up the bed until she was straddling him, her hand guiding his spit-covered cock into her. She took his glans into her wetness, grinning lasciviously at him. He raised his eyebrows in a gesture she took to mean "So what?" and she slammed herself down on him, burying him deep inside her. Then she rode him hard, lifting herself up and dropping down, strong muscles squeezing him in time to her motions. She bent down over him, lips and tongue caressing his chest, tracing the scars on it and seeking out his nipples. She lowered herself onto him and began to grind back and forth, the motion rubbing her clitoris and sending sensations of pleasure shooting through her. She heard herself screaming, but couldn't understand what she was saying, and then she came, her entire body awash in electric delight. She collapsed upon Robert then, gasping for air. Through the haze of pheromones and exhaustion she heard him laughing.

"Please," he said, his tone dripping in sarcasm, "You don't know the first thing about sex. You're not just a slut, you're inept at it."

He rose up, dumping her on the side of the bed. She felt a hand in her hair and she was dragged from the bed, landing in a rough heap on the ground. She struggled to gain her feet, stumbling after Robert as he pulled her out onto the balcony. He thrust her forward into the hammock and she landed on Sara who wrapped her arms and legs around her torso. Sonia tried to stand up, but found that Sara was holding her in the hammock. She braced her feet against the floor and started to pull, but she felt her legs being kicked apart. A moment later Robert thrust hard into her and she groaned. His hips moved him in and out of her at a firm pace, his legs and abdomen slapping against her ass each time he drove deeply into her. Sara was whispering into her ear but Sonia couldn't understand the words. She whimpered in protest as Robert slapped her ass hard.

"Scream for the crowd, Sonia," he commanded, "They can all see you, but they want to hear you."

Sonia tried to turn her head to see but found she couldn't; Sara was holding her tightly. She yelped as Robert slapped her ass again, harder.

"I told you to scream, you rutting bitch. When I give an order you obey it," he growled. Fire lanced through her body as he pinched the back of her thigh and she screamed until the pain stopped.

"Again," he ordered, his fingers on her thigh as a reminder of the price of disobedience.

Sonia screamed, again and again as Robert pounded into her and then sobbed as he grabbed her hips and rammed home one last time, his member swelling and jerking inside her and she felt his come.

After several minutes he withdrew from her and Sara released her. Together they pulled her further into the hammock and lay on either side of her. Sara pulled her close and Sonia sobbed herself to sleep.

She awoke in the evening breeze as Robert was putting up mosquito netting around the hammock. Sara, wide awake, was still holding her. Her mind woke up next and she started.

"Oh!" she exclaimed and her eyes darted back and forth between Sara and Robert. "Did I really?" she tapered off. Sara nodded. "And..." she stopped.

"Yes, I did," Robert said, "You needed a catharsis. Simple sex would have probably been enough, but you may recall that I'm something of a monster." He shrugged, casually dismissing the entire matter, "You seem to be back in control of yourself."

Sonia nodded.

"Good," Robert continued. "Because you and Sara were right. Things were too damn complicated. So we've simplified things. You are a member of this household and you are my slave. The chain of command goes from me to Sara to you. Sara will teach you what you need to know."

Robert looked over at Sara, "Teach her the language; my mouth still feels filthy. And make sure she knows what she needs to know," then he returned his attention to Sonia.

"Slavery is, in some ways, just a term here. You're free to leave if you want. Maybe you'll choose to stay, maybe you'll choose to go. Even if you decide to leave, you're still family. But so long as you're here, you're a family slave. Understand?"

Sonia nodded and Sara whispered into her ear.

"Jes, sinjoro," Sonia repeated and then, "Thank you both," she whispered.

Robert merely grunted his satisfaction. "Go get dinner, Sara. Sonia, follow me."

Sara kissed Sonia quickly on the forehead, smiled widely at her and pushed her gently in Robert's direction. Sonia, after a moment of hesitation, followed Robert into the bathroom. He turned on the water and stepped in, motioning for Sonia to join him. Robert stood beneath the spray of water, eyes closed as he slowly turned. Ice cold drops splashed Sonia and she felt goose bumps form on her skin, her nipples hardening. Robert stepped out from under the spray and gestured for Sonia to step under the nozzle. She hesitated until he frowned and then stepped under, quickly turning and moving her hands to get her whole body wet. She started to step out but was stopped by Robert's hand. Shivering under the water she waited until he was satisfied and then stepped out. He squirted soap into a washcloth and began to lather her body.

"Spread your legs," he said, "Hands behind your head."

Sonia swallowed, nervously, and complied with his commands. The washcloth was soft and he moved it firmly across her body, carefully applying the soap to every inch of her, even her face. So she felt, rather than saw, his hand bending her over. Stepping behind her he scrubbed gently between her legs. She bit off a moan and then, reconsidering, moaned in soft satisfaction. He scrubbed down both of her legs to her feet and then had her stand up straight. Firmly he pushed her back under the water and meticulously removed the soap from her body. The water was still cold, but her body felt strangely warm.

"Genu," he ordered, "Kneel."

Sonia carefully lowered herself to her knees, taking care not to remove her hands from behind her head.

"Bona virineto," Robert chuckled, "Good girl. You can lower your hands now Sonia."

He stepped forward and began to wash her hair. Staring straight ahead, Sonia was inches away from his cock. She remembered what she had done earlier and blushed, more at the realization that she had tremendously enjoyed it than at the act. The thought intrigued her and she pursued it. She had, mostly, enjoyed performing oral sex. But she had enjoyed it much more with Robert. The difference, she decided, had nothing to do with the act, but with the context. It was something to think about.

Robert washed her hair thoroughly and then she was permitted to wash him. His body was strangely fascinating. Her fingertips surreptitiously sought out the seemingly endless supply of scars that covered much of it, including the side of his face. He chuckled and she blushed.

"Sara does that too. What is it with women and scars?" he asked.

"I suppose they are proof of ability," she said, "Proof that you have seen danger and survived. That capability speaks to something deep in the female psyche."

"Ability?" he said incredulously. "Proof of stupidity is more accurate. If I had been smarter I'd only have half the scars. All these prove is that I was too dumb to avoid getting hurt and lucky enough to survive. I got the ones on my face by standing too close to a mine I was detonating."

"I know..."

"Sinjoro," he interrupted, "'sir' in Esperanto. You will use the term."

"Yes, sinjoro," Sonia said, "I know about those scars, sinjoro. Sara told me what happened. Why did you..." the thought trailed off into an uncomfortable silence before she found the words she wanted and the courage to speak them. "Why did you do what you did?"

Robert turned the shower off and motioned for her to follow him. She was ordered to dry him and then permitted to use his towel to dry herself.

"I had very few options. I couldn't just send her back. Even if I had tried she wouldn't have made it. Any of the soldiers I could have sent with her would have just waited until they were out of earshot and raped her to death. I could have tried making a run for it with her, but that wouldn't have worked either; she was exhausted." He stopped at the doorway of the bathroom and turned to look her in the eye. "I also made the decision to continue with my plan. Make no mistake about nobility of purpose, I was planning on stealing those diamonds; I had worked long and hard at the plan and I made the choice to continue." He turned and walked into the bedroom with her at his heels.

"Killing her quick would have been an insult to the troops. I'm sure they expected me to share her with them when I was done with her. What was left? Rape and slavery. I made it as easy as I could, and that wasn't at all easy. She's alive because she has an enormous amount of courage and willpower. It also helps that she's smart as a whip."

He sat on the balcony, in one of the chairs at the table.

"Take the extra chair back into the room. You eat on the floor now," he explained.

Sonia carried the chair back into the room and then returned to kneel next to his chair.

"On my left," he said, "You're junior to Sara. She gets to kneel at the right. Same with walking." He examined her for a moment. "Spread your legs apart, Sonia. You don't hide anything from me and I enjoy seeing an exposed woman."

Sonia complied quickly, spreading her knees and exposing herself to his gaze. She pushed her shoulders back to lift her breasts and looked for approval in his eyes. He smiled at her.

"Better."

Sara came into the room with a tray of food which she carried to the balcony and arranged on the table. Then she knelt next to Robert and waited. Sonia studied the way that Sara knelt and tried to copy her. She felt clumsy in comparison to the smaller woman and wondered how she achieved the effect of comfortable grace. Robert held down a piece of food and she took it in her mouth before she realized what she had done. She remembered wondering how it would feel. Now she knew, and felt the flush of excitement begin to grow within her.

Robert was eating methodically, almost mechanically, and there was no conversation. So far as Sonia could tell she and Sara were fed the exact same amount. She found herself breathing more rapidly with each passing moment and trying to lick Robert's fingers clean whenever her mouth was in their vicinity. She thought she had understood the sexual nature of the feeding but now realized that she had grossly underestimated. The food barely registered and was, to her, simply an excuse to lick and suck at Robert's hand. She discovered she was smiling just as Robert put the plates down on the ground.

"Sara first, Sonia next. Clear the table when you're done and come to bed."

Sonia watched him walk into the room and then turned back to see Sara slurping food off of the plate. She waited impatiently for her turn and did not hesitate when it came. When she was finished she looked up to see Sara's eyes upon her.

"I found that humiliating the first time I had to do it," Sara said. The statement was a question, however, and Sonia answered it.

"I don't. I meant what I said, you know. I really was born wanting to act like this. I used to dream about it, in school, and then I'd go down to the chapel and pray for forgiveness. And after school, I didn't know how to go about anything. Even normal dating was tough. Then with what Ivan tried to do... I shut things out," she shrugged, "It's incredibly exciting. I'm wet just from the meal."

Sara smiled at her. "I'm glad you're happy and I think this might work. Help me gather the dishes."

Together they gathered the dishes and then Sonia followed after Sara, the tray heavy in her hands. Sara led the way through the house and down to the kitchens. Sonia could feel the staff looking at her, staring openly where before they had merely used passing glances. She felt both intensely embarrassed and stimulated. The dishes were turned over to the kitchen staff and then they both returned to the bedroom. Outside the door Sara turned to her and whispered "Follow my lead."

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside and dropped to her knees. Sonia followed suit, closing the door behind her. They crawled on hands and knees across the floor and into the enormous bed. Sonia felt Robert's hands upon her, pulling her next to him and, dreamlike, she molded herself against him. His arm wrapped around her, holding her close on one side, her head resting upon his chest. On the other side she could see Sara, cuddled in a similar fashion.

She lay there, shaking softly and listening to the beat of his heart in the brilliant moonlight for what felt like hours. Robert dropped off to sleep, snoring faintly, as did Sara. Sonia was left alone with her thoughts and a body that seemed to be thinking for itself. Twice she caught her hand playing with the hair on his stomach and stopped lest she awake him, wondering if she would be punished for that. The third time it happened his eyes snapped open and he rolled over on top of her. She felt him inside her, and was puzzled by this, not remembering him entering her. But she was pinned beneath him, her hands raised above her head and pinioned by one of his while her legs were spread as wide as she could contrive and he was deep inside her. She moaned and lifted her hips, pressing up against him as his mouth sucked at her neck. She was shaking with excitement as he pumped into her and came entirely unexpectedly, screaming in delight. He continued to work at her, driving deeply in an increasing rhythm that prolonged the orgasm and merged it with another. She screamed into his mouth, his lips crushing hers and sucking the air from her lungs until she couldn't breathe and felt as if her entire body was surrendering itself to him. And then she could breathe again in great, heaving gasps as he licked the sweat at her neck. After a several minutes she was able to breathe normally and he rolled off of her. His hand pushed her head down his abdomen to rest on his belly.




Belize Ch. 1



Dedicated to, well she knows who...  

Disclaimer - Usual B.S. - If you're not old enough to be reading this then don't, if you don't like this kind of stuff then don't read any farther. This file contains only consensual M/F sex and maybe a bit of romance thrown in here and there (hopefully). This story was originally written in PM form, thus the reason for no names. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, it does get a bit kinky, so you've been warned. If you don't like it, then let me know. If you do like it, let me know. 

This work is © 2002 Lobito, and was written specifically to be posted ONLY at Literotica.com

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As our plane touched down in Belize, her hand squeezed mine tighter, she leaned over and kissed me on my cheek and thanked me for taking her away from the colds of North America. 

I told her that as part of my job of being her friend, it's my duty to take her where she wanted to go, when she wanted to go, and for whatever reason(s) she wanted to go. Kissing her back, I pointed out the fact that we'd be staying in my own private beach bungalow for the week. 

As we de-planed, from my small private jet, I had my 64½ convertible Mustang awaiting us on the tarmac. I asked her if she'd rather drive, or sight see as we made our way to the bungalow. She chose to enjoy the scenery, even though it was really only a 10 minute drive away. 

Arriving at the bungalow, as we entered our room, I had a plate of freshly cut and locally grown Bananas, Mangos, Papayas, Pineapples and other assorted fruits. I took her chair out, and asked her to please sit, while I took care of our bags, putting everything where it belongs. When I opened the shutters protecting the windows from the harsh ocean breezes that can occur, it took her breath away. Her mouth just dropped open, and she didn't speak for moments.

She got up, and walked to the windows and stared out as the beautiful blue waves rolled in, and kissed the beach. I came up and embraced her form behind, one arm wrapped around and caressing her stomach through her white cotton dress, lifting it slowly with the other hand. Kissing her neck, as she moaned, and tried to talk about how much she was going to enjoy our time there.

I asked her to please raise her arms, so I could remove her dress, and she told me there was no reason why she couldn't do that for me. She had her bikini on underneath her dress, but not for long. She shimmied out of her bottoms, and I untied her top with one hand. With the other I had a slice of banana that I'd grabbed from the tray. Teasing her as I ran it across her lovely lips, licking it in a way that made me smile, and then taking a small bite of the fruit. As she ate, I ran it down her chin, her neck, and down into her cleavage.

As I did this I kissed the back of her neck. Asked her if she enjoyed the view. As she told me yes, she let her bikini top fall to the floor, and I ran the banana side to side over each breast, paying special attention to rub it into each nipple. I wasn't sure what exactly was making her nipples hard, just being there with me, the banana caressing her skin, or the ocean breeze. Probably all three though.

Turning her around, I looked into her beautiful big brown eyes, taking her glasses off, and setting them on the table. Kissing her again on her cheek, then on her lips deeply. Placing my arms around her, and lifting her bum with my hands pulling her into me, leaning down and nibbling the banana remnants from her nipples, and the rest of her upper body. 

I told her to wrap her legs around my hips, and let me carry her outside to the beach. She did, and we left the bungalow. I told her that this was MY private beach home, and I own miles of the beach so we were free to roam naked if we wished. I sat her down on a chaise lounge, and excusing myself, I went back inside to grab a chilled bottle of our favorite wine, some glasses and the fruit tray. As I walked back out onto the deck, I looked over to her chair, and saw her crying. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that nothing was wrong, but that she was just so happy to be in what seemed like paradise. I told her that she hadn't seen anything yet, if she thought THIS was paradise, and that got a laugh out of her, but also a puzzled look on her face.

Pouring her a glass of wine, I handed it to her, and she invited me to sit with her on the chair. How could I refuse this beautiful woman? She scooted up a bit, and asked me to sit behind her, and so I did. When I was in place, she laid back against me and asked me how it came to be that I would own a home in such a beautiful part of the world, and not live here full time. I explained all the details that I thought were boring, about real estate and such, but she seemed very interested, so she got the full boring story.

When my story was finished, I picked up a piece of mango and asked her if she like to share with me. She turn her head enough to take a bite from the other side that was sticking out of my mouth, and when the fruit was one, we kissed again. As we sat there talking, every once in a while she'd wiggle her ass against me, I thought trying to get comfortable, but it was starting to turn me on. I asked her if she'd care for a swim, and she told me she couldn't wait, but had other things in mind. I told her as much as I'd like to find out what other things she had in mind, I was sure that we'd have time later to take care of them.

We finished our glasses of wine, but took them and the bottle with us, as we left the deck, and walked hand in hand down the steps to the beach. I felt a little overdressed, compared to her nakedness, but we were both happy, and that mattered more than anything right then. Leaning over, I kissed her and asked her if she'd like to walk the beach first, before going for our swim, and she said she'd like that very much, whatever I wanted as long as we were doing it together.

Hand in hand, and with our wine and glasses in our other hands, we talked and strolled the beach, occasionally walking down into the waves, and feeling how warm the water was. Little crabs would occasionally crawl across the sand, and back into the water, which made us stop, look and laugh. I asked her if she'd like another glass of wine, and she said she'd love for the wine to never stop. Smiling, I told her that it didn't have to, because of the wine supply I had back in the bungalow. She told me it sounded like we weren't going to be sober very much then, & I told her we wouldn't have to be for the next several days.

Eventually we had a seat on the beach, drinking our wine, and watching the gulls and other birds flying overhead, feeding on the fish that they'd sometimes fly down and grab, and just generally talking, laughing and enjoying each others company. We had only been off the pane for 45 minutes now, and already we knew that we were going to have the vacation of our lifetime(s).

As we finished another glass of wine, we decided it was time to go for a swim, so we got up slowly, and I undressed. We left everything right there, since it was MY beach, and there wasn't any reason to believe that they'd disappear while we swam. She smiled, and laughed when she told me how much she LOVED looking at my ass, whether covered or not, but especially when it was NOT covered up, I could only laugh.

When I was fully undressed, I looked at her and said, "race ya!, 1,2,3 GO!" And before I was even halfway there, she was already diving into the water. I have to admit I didn't try very hard to win, because let's face it, the sight before me was one I admired very much. I never let on to her that I wasn't trying to win the race, but when I finally got to the water, and she'd come up for air, she asked me she'd won for winning. My only answer was that she won ME, and that I would do anything she wanted me to do for her, on this vacation. She agreed and told me that what she wanted most right now was for us to make love right then and there in the water. Again, how could I refuse?

Taking her in my arms, looking her in her big brown eyes, pulling her close to me, I kissed her tenderly at first, then deeply. Her breasts crushing against my chest, feeling her hardened nipples, my hands grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her up, so that I could insert my cock into the place that we both wanted it to be. "I love you, and everything you do for me baby", she told me. "I love the little things you do, the biggest things you do, like this trip, and everything in between. Especially what we're doing now, making love". I leaned down and nibbled her neck as she told me all this, then lightly licked up the side of her face, and kissed her forehead.

As she rode my cock right there in the light blue and warm water, she told me that I was the best lover she'd ever had. That made me fuck into her ever harder than the last moment, and she started thrashing her body wildly as I tried to keep my balance. She told me that she'd had an orgasm, and couldn't wait for me to cum inside of her. I told here that chances were much better of my cumming when I didn't have to try to hold my balance as much, so we left the water, and went back and laid on the beach. 

I laid down on my back, and she mounted my cock once again. But this time, when she grabbed the head of my cock, and pressed down on me it felt different. She wanted me to fuck her in her ass, as she'd never done it before, and wanted me to be her first. The head of my cock pressed against her as the she lowered her body onto me, and eventually the head of my cock was inside of her. She told me to wait a moment, to get used to the feel, and to let her do the rest of the work for the time being, all I had to do was spread her ass cheeks apart for us. As I spread her as far as I could, she lowered her body a little more down onto my cock, and in a few moments, had my cock totally inside of her ass.

Slowly she rode up and down on me, it was all I could do NOT cum right then. She started to ride faster and faster and I told her if she didn't slow down, I would explode right into her asshole. That was all she needed to hear, because then she rode my cock a little faster even. I grabbed her hips and told her, I was about to cum this time, she started rubbing her clit, and told me she wanted us to cum together. I begged her to slow down, but she told me she was about to cum too. She rubbed her clit faster and faster as my cock slid in and out of her asshole. Soon she was cumming, and I wasn't far behind her. She fell onto me as she came down from her climax, as my cock exploded into her bowels. She continued riding me a bit to make sure she got every last drop out of me, and into her body. After a few moments of holding each other close and kissing, we gathered our things, and walked hand in hand back to my house.

I asked her if she was hungry yet, and she told me she'd never been hungrier in her life. "Sex takes a lot out of you, you know", she said to me. I told her to sit tight, while I made a phone call to my favorite restaurant near my home. I made sure to order everything she liked to eat, and asked that our meals be ready no later than 6:30, at which time we'd be arriving.

After hanging up the phone, I went back outside and asked her if she'd care for a shower, then we could get dressed, and leave for dinner. She suggested that we shower together, and I agreed. I wanted to get frisky, but for once, she took control, and we ended up, only watching each other, but she promised me that next time we took a shower together, that it was ON! I could only smile, when I heard her say that the way she did. We dried off, and got dressed in casual clothes, and left in enough time to be there right at 6:30.

2½ hours later, and we were getting back in the car, and headed back to my place. She asked if we could do some touristy things while we were here, and I told her that since this was Thursday night, that all the places in the city were closed, but that we'd hit them in the morning.

When we arrived back at my place the sun was barely visible on the horizon, but it made for a good photo op, so It ok out my camera, and took some silhouette shots of her. When the roll was finished, we went inside to set our things down, and put out food away, and I asked her if she'd care to sit by a fire out on the deck. She said she would, and I told her I'd meet her outside in a few moments, I just wanted to get some things.

I gathered up some pillows, covers, and a few extra items I though we could use, and took them out to the deck. She was leaning against the rail, her arms wrapped around herself, under a sweater she'd grabbed and put on. I dropped the pillows and covers as I saw her there, and smiled a big smile.

As I laid out the covers and pillows like a bed, we carried on some small talk, and she repeatedly thanked me for binging her to paradise. I reminded her that she didn't have to keep thanking me, but she continued, so I gave up. Spotting the box of goodies I brought out, she asked me what they were, but I told her she'd find out soon enough. I then went to grab a few "fire logs" and tossed them inside the deck fire pit, and lit them, "There I said, instant fire", getting a laugh out of her.

I invited her to sit next to me on the covers, or under them for that matter, and I didn't have to ask a second time. She was under the covers in no time. We held hands and talked for an hour about this or that, and how the rest of the trip could go, and in this time she'd managed to undress under the covers, without me knowing anything about it. I had changed into old sweats, and never had the thought to undress under the covers, I simple hadn't thought about what might come.

She asked me IF I was ever going to lose my clothes, and flashed me by pulling the covers down. I had NO idea what to do or say, I only grabbed a pillow, and threw it at her, allowing me time to stand. Getting up, taking off my clothes, and pulling her to me, I kissed her deeply, tasting her sweet lips. 

Laying her back, I kissed right down the middle of her body, bypassing her breasts, straight down the cleavage, past her belly button, and to her clit. Blowing lightly on her clit, teasing her as her liked to tease me, flicking her clit hood. My tongue then lowered to her moist lips, licking the length of her slit. 

Up and down I licked very slowly. My tongue traveling the length from her clit to her asshole. Pressing my tongue inside her bum hole, just as she did to mine. Her head facing straight up, hands grabbing my head, wanting me to make her cum. 

As her legs wrapped around the back of my neck, and her hands pull me into her, I stuck my tongue into her cunny hole. Fucking her like she wanted my cock to be fucking her, slowly in and out, then moving my head side to side, letting my tongue touch every part of the inside of her pussy. Her juices started running out her lips, and lubing her asshole. 

I got up on my knees, while she wasn't looking, but when I grabbed her hips again, pressing my cock into the pucker of her asshole. Slowly my cock buried into her, she felt something else touching her pussy lips. As my cock slipped farther into her asshole, she felt the dildo that I strapped onto myself, sliding in between her pussy lips.

I pushed my cock into her asshole, leaning forward and pushing the strap-on into her pussy at the same time. Slowly and surely I got to the base of both. Her ass raised in the air, and her legs ran up my chest, where her feet touched either side of my face. Grabbing onto her legs, I started to get a rhythm as she bit her bottom lip, and closed her eyes. Her hands clenching the bed sheets. 

Fucking in and out of both holes, she started moaning, feeling like nothing she'd ever experienced before in her short life. Trying to call out my name, but not able to manage saying the whole word, her lips quivering as I fucked her a bit faster now. Her breasts moving back and forth, round and round on top of her chest. 

Her hands reached up and squeezed her breasts together, pinching her nipples, making them nice and hard, then pushing them up, and leaning her head down, to kiss them, lick them and suckle them. Lightly she nibbled them, as I fucked her harder and faster. 

Kissing her ankles, and down her legs to her knees, and back up again. Softly slapping her bum as I fucked into her holes. Bringing one hand around and rubbing her clit with my thumb, occasionally running it down into her pussy lips. Her juices on my thumb now caressing her clit again along with my forefinger, flicking it back and forth. 

Bringing my hand to my mouth, tasting her, letting it get wet with my saliva, and taking if back down, lightly slapping her clit with my fingers. Moving my hand very fast back and forth, as I fucked her holes. Her juices started to leak out of her pussy faster than they ever have before. Lubing both of my cocks, allowing them to slide in and out even better. She warned me that she was about to cum, and cum hard so I took my cocks out of her, and replaced them with my mouth. I wanted to taste her, and now!

She let out a bloodcurdling scream, that would have had the police here in moments, had we been back in the city. Her fingers grabbed so hard, that her nails ripped holes in the sheets. As she laid there cumming and cumming, I made sure I got all of her juices from inside her pussy, and either swallowed them, or left just enough in my mouth for when I kissed her. When I moved up her body and kissed her, she tasted her self, and without thinking grabbed hold of my cock, and started jerking me off, I was already near cumming before, but now she grabbed and pulled me up, and took me inside of her mouth. She didn't seem to mind where my cock had just been, she just said I want to swallow all of you, as you did mine, baby. Who was I to refuse her?

Pt. 2 to come…

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Belize Starthong's Lesson



My elder tigress reached up for a vial on the highest shelf of the immense library wall. Her crimson blouse raised from her black skirt as she stretched, showing off a thin muscular back, striped darkest blue on white fur. The same markings wrapped around her muscular legs, and her tail which always swayed knowingly behind her nicely shaped rump... 

I told myself to stop. She was my elder in the academy, yet still I couldn't help myself to admiring her catlike curves. 

She must have felt my lupine eyes, because she peered over her shoulder and smiled knowingly back at me before snatching the vial off of its perch. For a cat, she was more than easy to look at. I've shared intimate time with few other lupines, but never a tigress like Elder Fur Belize Starthong, and never someone of her age. Her exact age was a mystery to all students in the academy, including me to this day. 

Outside of her presence I wondered what it would be like to have her under me; though I never spoke it, and hardly thought it out of fear she could read my mind. Which wasn't out of the realm of possibility. She had vast command of many magical arts, though we studied under her as healers. 

She was my academy senior by nearly six decades. I was her apprentice, if you could even call it that. More a student, quite inept compared to Belize's vast knowledge of the healing arts. I was learning quickly. In fact my colleagues made fun that I had become something of a pet to Elder Fur Belize. It was no secret, Belize had a reputation for quickly indoctrinating brilliant furs, while publicly discarding less talented students. 

I luckily, was her favorite. Sometimes in the company of my peers it was a curse. Still, I liked Elder Belize Starthong. I knew that I had much to gain from our relationship, as strangely professional and exciting as it was for me. I wondered if the interest was mutual; I often times expected it was. 

She moved across the room to me gracefully, and put the vial in my hand. "This will do the trick my little puppy." She said to me grinning slyly. Her paw grazed my arm, and sent a vibe of vulnerability through my body. I suddenly felt very awkward. The magical container fumbled in my paw before I recaptured it. "Are you feeling okay Deorrmic?" 

"Yes," I said, trying to sound assured to my teacher. "I, I was just wondering how I apply the contents." 

A Junar bug had bitten me nearly a week ago on my neck, during an expedition to the Halic Valley. The bite remained inflamed for nearly a week, during which time I treated it with a number of minor salves and spells - all of which had failed. In the past hours, the bite had swollen to the painful size of a walnut under the silver fur of my neck and was beginning to spread. If not treated soon, the infection could become rampant, even deadly. 

Out of frustration and a but of fear I sought Elder Fur Belize's expertise. 

"I was hoping you would ask," she said in a typical instructing voice, which twisted consonants in a gentle purring accent. "As you know, not all potions are ingested. In fact, some potions use no form of content contact at all." 

I knew this to be true. I had heard of Likala potions, that upon spoken word, would disappear, but then magically perform the desired deed asked of it. 

Belize turned toward me, her golden cat eyes dilating vertically. "This potion has a most unique application Deorrmic." She purred the rr's in my name slowly as she stepped towards me. "This potion was fashioned by the faeries of the Halic Valley. It's nature is intrinsic." 

I hastened to open the vial while mumbling. "You mean it must be taken orally." 

Belize seized my arm before raising the potion to my lips. Her movements so quick I nearly lost balance. "No, my little puppy. I'm disappointed. Orally would most certainly mean death." 

Her grip on me was strong, and her claws had extended just enough to prick my skin, yet almost instantly she let go. For a moment I wondered then why she had just given me the potion without instruction, but this was Elder Belize's way. She had taught me well to respect magic, even that which seems harmless. So she expected more from me. I felt ashamed, I lowered my eyes respectfully and muttered "I'm sorry." 

"Do not fret." Belize said, while raising my chin with her paw. "This is just another lesson in your path to being an experienced healer." She smiled knowingly, non threateningly. Which surprised me, for I had felt her wrath before for mistaken judgments. It was said half the toads in the academy moat were Belize's students. 

"Apparently, I have another lesson to teach you today. One that will surely bring us closer together, and you further along my little puppy." 

Belize began calling me her little puppy the first day of my apprenticeship. At first I resented it, who was this cat to call me a child! Though, in time I understood this was her way of taking me under her wing. Her way of choosing me out of few lupines who had applied and made it into the healer's academy. 

Belize casually pointed to a dragon leather lounging sofa, that sat aside her desk. "Take a seat puppy, make yourself comfortable." She began walking to her desk as I took my seat. Then as not a second thought, she waved her paw at the door of her office and spoke a word in the Language of Catta. The door glowed for a moment, and I assumed she had cast a warding spell so there would be no intrusions. She then took seat on the end of the lounge chair by me. 

For a moment the room was uncomfortably silent. We studied each other. Then she spoke. 

"Are you afraid of me?" She asked plainly. 

I didn't know how to answer. I didn't exactly fear being with Elder Belize. "I respect your knowledge and power." I answered, feeling proud of myself for not just resorting to a yes or no answer. 

"Is that all you respect?" Belize asked. This time she turned to me. I could see the top buttons of her blouse were suddenly open, giving me view to an emerald pendant that hung between the curves of two full, darkly-striped breasts. I did my best not to stare, but it was impossible. My heart began to pound. The view was intentional. She was testing me. Say something! I thought. 

"I think you're pretty cute also." I said, but instantly regretted it. Pretty cute? Did I just say that? I braced myself for toad transformation. 

Instead she giggled. 

"That's so funny, my little puppy." She said, then placing her paw on my thigh. "I think you are cute also. This will make our lesson easier." 

I looked at her paw, then her serious eyes, then at her paw again. "Elder Be-" 

She silenced me by extending her claws into the musculature of my thigh. Pain gripped me. I bared teeth for a moment, but then understood the wordless discipline- be quiet. I obeyed, she released. 

She stared into my eyes. "There comes a time Deorrmic, when the level of trust between a healer and their patient, or student and teacher must rise to an intimate plane of understanding." 

I watched in amazement as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and drew it open, giving me ample view of a black lacy brazier. Her markings were divine, dark rippling stripes that flowed evenly over her breasts and stomach muscles. She was in perfect shape, perhaps better shape than some young kits that scantily strutted the halls of the academy. 

Belize instructed, "Relax, my little puppy. Enjoy my lesson." Then she reached out and pushed me onto my back on the lounge sofa. In an instant, she prowled above me with her curvaceous cat form. Her golden eyes looking over my wolven body hungrily. I was no little fur either, I trained with Master Kottic in the fighting den often. My body was young, thick and muscular, my fur silver all over. I was a mountain of canine power under her tiger feline form. 

I was breathing heavily now, and felt my jaw open involuntarily to pant. She took the vial from my paw, (which I almost forgot I was holding), and set it next under the lounge chair. "That's for later my little puppy. For now, we must establish our bond." 

With Belize's magical claw and a word, I saw the belt to my robes slither away like a scared snake. She opened my robes, exposing my body like the innards of a banana. I was wearing boxers, which were now cast up like a tent over my swelling sex. She lifted up on her knees over me, and hiked up her black skirt, bundling the material above her thighs. Underneath, she wore a thong, if you could call it that, more like gold chains held together by a small strap of lacy widowed spider silk. The chains dangled around her exposed feline femaleness. Belize smiled down at me. "Don't speak puppy, desire, and look into my eyes." 

I couldn't believe this was happening! My eyes met her gaze and I was charmed by their brilliance. Tension fled my whole body. I felt transfixed by her. I knew this was some sort of magic at play. A way of her relaxing me. My tongue lulled out of the side of my muzzle. 

In a catlike stretch she spread her paws over my muscular stomach, onto my chest. She lowered her hips on mine, and the thin material of my boxers and her bra were all that lay between us. Elder Belize licked her chops. I lay silent as she ground her hips down on my stiff sex. I could feel the center of heat between her legs building on the underneath of my shaft. I began to pant involuntarily. 

"MMmmmm yes. This feels good my little puppy, or should I say - big puppy." I smiled up at her. She was more than cute, Belize's motion upon me was beautifully slow and enticing. "Don't be afraid," She said taking my paws and guiding them around to her back. "Do as you wish." 

I did. My hands fumbled with the latch of her bra for a moment, before setting her breasts free. The weight of them spilled onto my chest, and upon removing the material confines, she pressed her motherly boobs down on my sizable wolven chest. Her purring drove vibrations through me like thunder from the earliest spring storms. 

Then we kissed. Our muzzles locked and our tongues danced. Our whiskers tickled each other as I hungrily explored my elder's feline mouth. Her rough tongue lapped at my hanging chops, driving me wild. There were no words or music. Just the sound of our unlike furry bodies exploring each other on the creaky leather of the lounge for a moment that would last a lifetime in my mind. 

My hands, which were on her back, massaged downwards towards her ass. When my paws finally reached their lower destination, I greedily grabbed her hind end tightly. She let out a guttural growl as I pressed her hips down onto my still covered sex. I was about to explode in the tightness of my boxers. The barrier was to much for me. For her also. 

She gripped one of my pointed ears licked it relentlessly as our bodies groped and pawed, sending each other into a passionate furry frenzy. Finally she hissed into it, "Are you ready for me puppy?" 

"Yes," I nearly yipped back! 

With that she leaned back off of me. Her claws went to work on my boxers, and in an instant they were shreds on my hips. My maleness stood at attention between her legs. She smiled down on me. "Now I told you this was a lesson in healing, my little puppy." 

She leaned down and took the vial from under the lounge. She opened the cap and poured the contents on my engorged sex. It tingled with life. My cock felt amazingly cool, almost frozen. Belize explained, "Now the contents of this potion are activated only by a feminine orgasm. So little puppy, if you wish to feel better from your bite, you must make me cum!" 

With that Belize mounted me. She pushed the flimsy gold chains of her thong aside, and worked her pussy over the length of my exposed sex. I prodded her furry catlike crease lightly, before finding the wet entrance to her heated hole. I felt her claws on my shoulders as she readied herself to accept my wolfish cock into her body. She nodded, and with one stroke my big ready puppy slid right up into her tight little kitty! 

Her eyes glowed like fire in the dim room as the heat of her insides extinguished the freezing lotion on my sex. She let out a contented roar as we connected. I growled at her. Our bodies seeped into one another, becoming one mated animal. My rhythm meeting hers as she sought to itch a scratch deep inside her pussy with my cock. Her furry tits jiggled freely as she bounced up and down working my shaft deeper into the hungry slot under her dancing tail. I grew within her, and with one heavy thrust we were locked in love. Then I drew her close to me pressing her catlike curves against me. "Ooooh puppy that feels so good! Yes!" She moaned aloud as I made this elder cat my little doggie sex toy for the moment. 

I gripped her tightly and thrust my cock deep into her relentlessly! Belize whipped her tail about and yowled with pleasure. Her slick muscles deep inside gripping and releasing me. I was fully into her, my cock buried deep under her tail, where my furry balls lapped against her swollen mounds of sex. Our mate began to ignite the intrinsic magic that worked between our tingling hot bodies. I pawed at her full beasts and she raised her nipples to my muzzle, where I lapped at the nubby tits on her furred globes hungrily. With each thrust she yipped angrily at me. The squishy sounds of our feral sex filled the room with the cinnamon scent of our sexual juices mingling. 

This sent fire through her body, and I noticed her tail begin to twitch. She was cumming with me! "Yes Puppy! Yes, make me cum you foul wolf!" 

I heard the roar just before the wave of deafening hot whet pleasure flooded the length of my cock. She leaned back and let out an alley cat's fevered moan! A glow cast about us as she came, again and again. I threw my head back and howled! "I'm cummmiing!" She yowled! Her rippling sex pushed me over. I pumped her full of wolfy seed, which her hungry pussy lapped up eagerly like milk with the motion of her body. The pendant on Belize's neck glowed brightly. I felt intense waves of power sweep from our pounding sex through my spine and outward into the room. We growled and painfully nipped at each other as we satisfied ourselves in throws of magically extended pleasure. When the last throbs of my cum pumping subsided, she crashed upon my hulking form, still tied together with love and magic. We enjoyed the inner tremors of our resonating sex. 

In time I softened and removed my sex from Elder Belize. She buried her muzzle into my shoulder as I felt our warm juices run out of her and onto me. Still we held each other, until panting subsided along with the afterglow of our mate. 

She touched my neck. There was no pain. The welt was gone. "The magic has worked purrrrfectly puppy." She confirmed in a whisper. We fell asleep entangled in each other's arms. 

The potion had done it's work, but there was no doubt - the real magic was between us. 

For months I studied under Belize in her quarters, before she left the academy on an expedition to the Colrath Mounts to help a child afflicted with Vuducic Plague. It was the last time I saw the tigress, and the only time we mated, yet... 

Upon her leaving I found a scroll left openly for my discovery in her office. It was the casting instructions to the Junar bug bite potion. In the text it simply it read, "..the Junar potion, though versatile in its many applications and ability to treat a number of venomous bites - is sweet to the taste and best taken orally ..."