0 comments/ 11054 views/ 1 favorites Dixie Saga Ch. 1 By: X-Bard Chapter 1: Trick Or Treat Senator Cal Trent’s Home October 31, 9:12 p.m. It was October 31, Halloween. And like most couples on Halloween Dixie and Bob was going to a Halloween party. It was going to be a small affair at the local Senator’s home. Of course, a small affair for him meant somewhere in the neighborhood of fifty couples. Dixie had known Senator Cal in high school and had helped to get him elected to his first government job. To the Senator's credit he never forgot that. He invited Dixie, and of course her husband, to every social event that he threw. To Dixie’s credit she only attended those events where the chance of a faux pa was minimal. Dixie had opted for the Middle Ages look with a full-length gown that flared at the waist before dropping all the way to her ankles. The low cut neckline showed just enough cleavage to be a bit risqué. Bob, Dixie’s husband, had opted for something a little more modern. He wore boots with spurs, black slacks, a tan shirt and a black mask that fit snuggly around his eyes. Around his waist he wore two toy six-shooters. Fastened to the belt of the gun holsters were the obligatory 'silver' bullets. In the 40's a most opulent hotel had been built. At the time the area had promised to become the commerce capital of the area. Along with its ornate facade, multiple rooms, extensive grounds it boasted the most extravagance hedge maze of its time. Unfortunately, the booming commerce bypassed the area and the hotel fell on hard times. In the 60's the governor of the state bought the hotel and had it restored to its former glory. For awhile it became the governor's mansion. But the 70's brought a new conscience to politicians and the governor's mansion was considered to be much to gaudy for any sensible politician. So the Trent family had purchased the mansion for next to nothing. The Trent's had a single son who inherited the mansion. The mansion was his office away from work, his campaign headquarters and home. Once again the hotel had made it into politics, this time in the form of Senator Cal Trent's home. Dixie and Bob arrived at the party just after 8 o'clock. The evening had turned out to be warm and hospitable. As they arrived a full moon was just peeking up over the hills. It promised to be quite lovely. By ten things had progressed much as Dixie had expected. She had said hi to some of the most influential people of the area. Senator Cal had made the unofficial announcement that he would be running for a higher office this year. Bob had had too much to drink. Around a table sat half of the partygoers listening to Bob tell the tale of rescuing some child from certain drowning back when he was younger. It had been before they had met, and Dixie half suspected that it had been the child that had saved Bob. But over the years the tale had became more elaborate, being finely polished over the years of retelling. "I’m going out for a breath of air," Dixie whispered to Bob, half-heartedly hoping that he would at least glance at her low cut bodice. Instead he only nodded, making sure that he didn't miss a beat of his story. Dixie found a side door that opened out into the warm night air. Instantly she felt better. As she walked down the hill away from the house lights a slight breeze sprang up and somehow found its way under her hoop skirt where it tickled her thighs for a moment before fading away. But even that passing caress brought her nipples painfully erect as though looking for someone to give them attention. She walked on, away from the house lights. The shadows in front of her gave her pause until she realized where she was. She stood at the entrance of the maze. On a whim she walked into it. Mentally she compared the maze to the way her life seemed to be going; happiness seeming only a turn away. But when the turn was completed something completely unexpected awaited. A trickle of sweat traced a line down one breast and suddenly the frustration was too much. She grabbed the hoop skirt and pulled. For convenience, the hoop was held on by Velcro and snaps, which gave way to Dixie’s sudden onslaught. She threw the cumbersome wire mesh and fabric as far away from her as she could. She stood in the full moonlight breathing heavily wearing only the bodice, panties and stockings. She wondered why her emotions were pulling her in so many directions tonight. A light mist started, accompanied by a warm breeze. It reminded her of a thousand tiny hands caressing her thighs, her breasts; where they weren’t covered by her blouse, her face. Quite suddenly Dixie didn't care about anything anymore. She removed what was left of her clothing. When she stood naked in the warm mist and moonlight she felt somehow empowered. The light rain was like a lover's kiss flowing over her entire body. She cupped her breast in her hands, feeling the weight of them. She squeezed her erect nipples and let out a gasp. Her legs were suddenly too weak to hold her up and she fell to wide spread knees. One hand remained at her suddenly super sensitive nipple while the other moved lower, over her stomach. Dixie luxuriated in the feel of skin on skin. Her hand came to rest at the junction between her thighs. A sound from behind her caught her attention and she turned. At the entrance to this particular part of the maze stood a man in a black mask and toy pistols. Suddenly Dixie felt embarrassment overwhelm her. "I'm sorry, Bob. I'll get dressed." Dixie got up and started looking around for her clothes. Bob came up behind her and put his arms around her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. "Who said I wanted you dressed?" He whispered in her ear. Dixie turned in his arms, a look of confusion on her face. But before she could say anything Bob pressed his mouth to hers. His tongue thrusting forwards, invading her mouth. The heat that Dixie had felt earlier suddenly exploded within her. She pressed herself into Bob's arms, unable to get close enough. Bob put his hands on her shoulders and gently pressed her downwards. She went to her knees again. Her hands fought with the gunbelt. In her rush to remove the belt she was only ensuring that it wasn't coming off. Strong (a moments pause) hands closed over hers and gently undid the belt. With an almost animal lust Dixie yanked Bob's pants down around his knees. She looked at his manhood for a moment before taking it into her mouth. 'Was Bob really this huge?' she asked herself. She sucked on Bob's manhood, running her tongue over the head. She felt the muscles in his buttocks tighten underneath her hands. She pushed her mouth up and down over him, first slowly and then moving faster with each passing second. Suddenly Bob was lifting her back to her feet, his lips pressed to hers. She reached up to slide the mask off but his hands intercepted hers. Gently he placed her hands behind her back and then began to kiss her. First her lips, then her neck. He gently lowered her to the ground as he worked his way lower. His lips paused for a moment giving special attention to her breasts. One hand teased and tugged a nipple as his lips encircled the other. He switched, sucking on the nipple that only moments ago had been between his fingers. Then he was moving lower. Down over her stomach. For a moment he explored her belly button with his tongue. And then he was moving still lower. Dixie’s hips thrust upward to meet his probing tongue. He licked lightly across her clit, then pushed further down the full length of her wet slit. Sucking her juices, then thrusting his tongue deeply into her repeatedly, Dixie began to match his rhythm with her hips. He moved back to her clit and teased it unmercifully. Dixie was moaning loudly. He began moving back up her body. Carefully he placed his hips over hers. With his first thrust he buried himself fully. Dixie’s legs shot upward around his waist, trying to get closer to him as she stifled a cry. Her body shuddered with orgasmic release. He began a slow tempo, which kept building faster and faster. Soon he was pounding into Dixie. Dixie’s hips were thrusting upward to meet each thrust. Her body shivering in one continuos orgasm. Dixie felt his body beginning to tighten, signaling that he was getting close. She felt his back arch for that final thrust and.... A hand was gently shaking her. Dixie opened her eyes and looked around. She was fully clothed and the grass where she lay was dry. She looked at Bob's smallish hand on her shoulder. "C'mon, honey. Enough napping. Time to go home," Bob said. As Dixie stood up she realized that she was truly fully clothed. She didn't have any panties on. Unbidden those famous words came to her mind and slipped out her mouth before she could stop them. "Who was that masked man?" To Be Continued... Dixie Saga Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Dixie's Day Off Dixie’s Home November 3, 5:05 Dixie sighed. She had managed a major coup d’état at work. As a reward her boss had given her the rest of the day off. So she had gone shopping. She had found a silk negligee that had looked fabulous in the mirror of the dressing room. It had looked wonderful, and had made her feel sexy. But in her heart she knew she would never wear it. Bob had stopped caring for that sort of thing many years ago. Then Dixie had came home and had spent the rest of the afternoon luxuriating in a hot bubble bath. She idly let a hand trail over one breast indulging in the slippery sensation of the soap on her skin. It was a very nice feeling. But the water was getting tepid, so she climbed out of the tub and dried herself. She dried her hair out, combed it, and then dried it again, combing it a final time. It was a tedious process but Dixie had never like what a blow dryer could do to her hair. She unwrapped the towel from her body and tossed it into the clothes hamper. As she reached for her robe on its hook she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Dixie turned to the mirror on the back of the bathroom door and sighed. Ever since Halloween she had been a bit jumpy. But as she stood naked before the mirror she couldn’t help but be impressed. Her figure was still in good shape. A bit of sag had appeared around her hips, but otherwise she looked good. ‘Even if I do say so myself,’ she thought. She turned to the side, so that she was profiled in the mirror, and arched her back. She cupped her breasts and then pulled her hands away. Her breasts bounced a bit before returning to their usual upward tilt. She put her hands over her head, stretching her arms out straight. Dutifully her breasts arched upward even higher. ‘Still firm,’ Dixie decided. Finally she turned her back to the mirror trying to get a good look at her butt. She put her hands on her cheeks checking their firmness. Then a light tap to check their jiggle. ‘Just like when I was sixteen,’ she thought. Dixie knew that she was exaggerating that last a bit. But what the hell, she still looked good. Dixie grabbed her robe off its hook and started out the bathroom door, tying its belt around her waist. She was caught by surprise by the piece of cloth that was suddenly in front of her eyes. As the piece of cloth (the belt from Bob’s robe?) covered her eyes a voice whispered in her ear: “It’s okay, honey. It’s me. I tried to reach you at work and they told me that you had left for the day. So I thought I would come home early.” “Oh, Bob,” Dixie said. “You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?” “I want to play,” came the response as the hands tied the cloth behind her head. Suddenly Bob began to turn her in circles. He turned her in enough circles that when she stopped she wasn’t sure which direction she was facing. Bob certainly wasn’t going to let her find out either. He put his hands on her hips, gently holding her hands at her sides. Slowly, so that she wouldn’t stumble, he pulled her forwards. After a short distance Bob stopped her. Dixie was confused. She was standing in her own house. The very place she had lived for several years now. But because she was blindfolded she wasn’t even sure what room she was in. The entire house had hardwood floors, so that was no help. Dixie felt like she was in an open space. ‘Definitely not the kitchen,’ she decided. There came a faint clicking sound that it took Dixie a moment to place. ‘Blinds? Being opened or being closed? What the hell is he doing?’ Dixie thought. She spent the next few moments trying to remember where all the blinds in the house were, and to remember if they had been open. Then it didn’t matter because a pair of lips pressed against the tender part of her neck. Hands worked at the knot of the robe, undoing it. Hands slide under the robe to her breasts. Her nipples sprang to the attention that they received from the fingers. The hands pushed the robe further apart, until Dixie felt it sliding to the floor. Then the hands, the body that had been so close to hers, was no longer there. For a moment Dixie floundered in an abysmal feeling of loneliness. With her sense of sight gone, touch began to define her world. Then a hand on the sensitive part of her back, a rapid, light touch that was just as quickly gone. Then a light pinch to one nipple, just as quickly gone; the back of a knee; a finger trailing between her breasts; a gentle touch on one cheek. At first the touches had come slowly, but now they increased in their tempo. A hand between her legs, forcing them wider apart; lips on one nipple so very briefly; a tongue between her shoulder blades. With touch the only way to define herself those hands took on a very immediate need for Dixie. She wanted those hands on her, touching her, defining her completely. Finally she couldn’t stand it anymore. “Look,” she said haltingly, her voice thick with lust. “I know you’re not Bob.” Suddenly the hands stopped. Dixie got the impression that whoever this was would be gone in a moment. “But I want you to make love to me.” “Is that what you really want?” Bob’s voice asked out of nowhere. Dixie felt some fingers lightly trailing up the inside of her thigh. A hand covered hair pubic hair, and she knew a finger waited to take the plunge. But it all depended on her answer to the question that the voice had asked. “I guess you’re right,” Dixie said in a small voice. “I want you to… to fuck me.” “Louder,” came the immediate response. “FUCK ME!” Dixie said with more confidence. The finger shot home and Dixie gasped as the finger explored inside of her. First one finger and then a second were thrusting into her as a pair of lips worked on first one nipple and then the next. The fingers were knowledgeable about where they were doing. The thumb rubbed against her clit, wet with her desire. Quickly, Dixie approached the edge, and faced a moment of concern when the fingers hesitated teasingly. Another quick stroke and Dixie was thrust over the edge. Her legs, gone weak with the bliss collapsed, and she fell to the floor in the throes of the strongest orgasm of her life. Dixie was lying on the floor surrounded by the warm feeling of afterglow when she heard a sound in the garage. Quickly she reached up and removed the blindfold that she was still wearing. The sudden onslaught of images seemed amazing after not being able see for a short time. She looked around quickly to confirm what she already knew: no one was here. She grabbed her robe off the floor and headed for the entrance to the garage. Dixie had just enough time to tie the robe before the door opened. In walked Bob, with his briefcase. “Bob!” Dixie said with a mixture of feelings. “I’m sorry I’m late, honey. I got tied up in traffic.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek as he walked passed. Staring at his back, Dixie was suddenly quite certain that he had just lied. She wasn’t sure how she knew, just that she knew. Dixie Saga Ch. 3 Chapter 3: Bob's Work Bob’s Office November 5, 8:55 a.m. Bob stepped off the elevator at exactly 8:55 a.m., just as he did every morning. His secretary smiled to herself. She could set her watch to him. He was a good-looking man, blonde with blue eyes. His body was firm, and he was obviously very dedicated to his work. ‘But,’ she thought, ‘there is something cold about him.’ "Good morning, Allison," Bob said as he neared her desk. "Cancel my morning appointments, I don’t wish to be disturbed until after 11:00." By the time he was finished speaking he was passed her desk and closing the door to his office. Bob locked the door to his office. He then walked over to the bar. It was a fairly sophisticated bar with a mirrored back. The entire thing sat on a dais. Rather than pouring himself a drink, he reached up beside the bar to a hidden lever. The dais rotated all the way around until the bar settled behind the wall. On this half of the dais was an altar. Bob lit the red candles and began to chant. "Omeca Ota Ema Eshcava." From nowhere a breeze began to blow. Bob was concentrating to hard on the chant to marvel at the breeze in an enclosed office. "Omeca Ota Ema Eschava." The smoke from the candles began to thicken into a black, oily mist. The breeze carried the mist behind Bob where it began to coalesce into a form. "OMECA OTA EMA ESCHAVA!" The form solidified and took on color. It was a woman with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Her bright red lipstick was the same color as the v-neck dress she wore. Not that the dress covered much more than what was necessary. What it did cover didn’t leave much to the imagination. "What is it this time, Bob?" She said in a sultry voice. It was a voice that carried with it every man's ideal voice for a woman. Bob reached up to the altar and removed a sword from it. The blade was 40 inches long with an 8-inch handle. It was a simple and functional sword. "The price for your services," Bob replied, holding the sword out, "according to the Leiberman Diary, is a sword crafted on a virgin forge and quenched in the blood of 6 male, 6 female, and 1 hermaphrodite virgin." The woman took the blade out of Bob’s hands and hefted it. "Was the blood that of humans?" She asked. "Although the book did not specify human blood I thought it best to be safe." "Aren’t you afraid that I will take the payment and not fulfill the contract?" The woman idly walked over to the couch and sat down, still toying with the sword. "I have every confidence that you will. Because if you fail to, I will seal the conduit between your realm and this one." "Bob," the woman said quietly. She placed the point of the blade on the plasteel table. "I just know you don’t mean to threaten me." She plunged the blade through the table like a knife through hot butter. "Do you?" "I believe that it is best that we both know where we stand." "Very well," the woman said as she stood up, "let us both understand: 400 hundred years ago when the Leiberman Diary was written, that piece of crap would have been worthy of my time. But things change." "Veschca," Bob said hesitantly, "what are you trying to pull?" "Bob," Veschca said striding over to the office door, "look around you. In times past the flow of energy was heavily constrained. In this age it flows freely. For example," she said as she opened the door. Allison walked through the door as though she had been waiting right outside of it. She stopped halfway between Veshca and Bob. Her deep blue eyes had a glazed look about them as though she was not seeing what was around her. "Take Allison, here for example," Veshca said. "She is filled with a longing that she knows is forbidden. That is what allows me into her most personnel being." Veshca turned to Allison. "Would you like to undress, dear." "Oh, yes, Bob. Anything for you." Allison began taking her clothes off. "She called you Bob." "You still don’t get it, do you?" Veshca asked. "It’s you that she want’s Bob, a married man." "I see," Bob replied thoughtfully. "Yes, I imagine you finally do. Your mind is still closed to me so you still must reside on the straight and true. A rare thing in this age." Allison had removed her last garter and stood between them naked. "Now fuck yourself," Veshca said to her. Allison’s hands immediately shot to her nice breasts. She began squeezing her nipples and handling her tits. Her breathing deepened and soon she was emitting low moans. A hand snaked down between her legs. Allison impaled herself on a finger, and then two. Her moans got louder as her hand moved faster. "Have you ever lost track of time?" Veshca asked Bob, her eyes never leaving Allison. She licked her lips before going on. "Suddenly realized that it is much later than it should be?" "No," Bob said after a moment of thought. Suddenly Allison collapsed to her knees. Her hand between her legs was a blur. Bob almost stepped forward to steady her, but before he could move he changed his mind. "No?" Veshca asked. "That’s to bad. These are the moments my kind live in. The moments when your metal is tested. Your kind hardly ever remembers them. Or if they do, it’s remembered like a dream or half thought fantasy. "But Terri is different." Veshca went on. "She has so much potential. She could make the leap between your reality and mine. And you led me right to her." "Terri?" Bob asked. "She prefers to be called Dixie." Allison rolled onto her back. Her knees were wide open. Her hips thrust into the air, pushing her hand deeper. Her other hand guided her own nipple to her mouth. "She also prefers to hide from herself," Veshca said. "But I’m not going to let that happen anymore." "Is this really necessary?" Bob asked. It disturbed him to see Allison abused in this manner. But he wasn’t quite sure why. He shelved the thought until later and walked over to where Veshca stood. "I understand what it is you want." "Do you?" Veshca asked. "Yes," Bob said as he took her hand and placed it against his hardness. "My, my," Veshca said. "You’re called the ‘big man’ around here for a lot of reasons, aren’t you?" "Allison?" Bob said meaningfully. "Very well, I will send her home. She will believe you sent her home after lunch. Satisfied?" "Yes," Bob said. Then he leaned down and kissed Veshca. "Ouch!" Bob said pulling back. "You bit me." From the corner of his eye Bob saw movement. He caught Veshca’s hand as it started its arch towards his face. In that moment he understood. He stepped to one side of Veshca and placed his leg behind her. With his other hand he pushed her backwards, sending her sprawling onto the floor. He pounced on her like a cat onto its prey. He straddled her body using the weight of his body to hold her down while he grabbed her wrists with his hands. He pinned her wrists with one hand. He pushed his face next to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. His other hand brutally roamed over her breasts. Bob reached into the V of her dress, and with a sudden downward yank exposed her bra-less tits. Making sure to that he kept a good hold on her wrists he fastened his lips around a hard nipple. He reached down between her legs and pulled her short dress up over her hips. He reached downward again only to find that Veshca wore no panties. So he inserted a finger into her, pushing it deep. He was satisfied to hear a moan escape Veshca’s lips. He pushed a second, and then a third finger into her, all the while moving his hand back and forth. The fight went out of Veshca as she neared orgasm. Soon her hips were thrusting upward to meet Bob’s hand. Her legs instinctively closed around his hand trying to keep it in place. Just as she was about to climax Bob withdrew his hand leaving her frustrated. Bob reach up to his pants and undid hook and fly. Careful not to release Veshca he pushed his pants down over his hips. With his first thrust into her Veshca moaned out loud. She could feel the energy building in her. It would be a shame. She sort of liked Bob. He picked up on what she had wanted well. He was also her first contractor in close to 300 years. The tension between them continued to build. Veshca tried to deny what was happening. But in the end, she gave in, and wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusting hips with thrusts of her own. When she felt his first spasm it was enough to send her over the edge. She shook throughout her entire being with the orgasm. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling coursing through her. She felt Bob slip away. "I understand," Bob said somewhat distantly. Veshca’s eyes snapped open and she stared at Bob. "You’re still alive," she said utterly astonished. "Yes," Bob said. "There are some magic’s your kind has a hard time understanding." "You cannot be human." "I am getting closer," Bob said as he stood up and began rearranging his clothes. When he was finished he turned back to Veshca. "I have changed my mind," he said. "The deal is off. Leave Dixie alone." "I cannot," Veshca replied even more startled. "The bargain has been made, payment accepted. I could no more leave her alone than you could stop your heart." "What payment?" "This. Here. Now. Payment is made. I must take Terri into my fold. You knew enough to summon me, so you know enough to know that the bargain cannot be unmade." Bob started towards Veshca with violence in his eyes. He wasn’t sure he could harm Veshca but he planned on trying. But as soon as he touched Veshca she evaporated into the smoke from which she came. Bob started towards his desk. He had some hard thinking and research to do. But he stopped in mid-stride. "Bitch!" He exclaimed out loud. There in the middle of the floor lay Allison’s clothes. Dixie Saga Ch. 4 Chapter 4: Video Dixie Dixie’s Office November 6, 10:07 a.m. Dixie had chosen her Power Suit to wear today. A navy blue skirt that hung just past her knees, a matching tailored jacket with a white silk blouse with a touch of frill in the form of a bow at the collar. The ensemble was completed with simple strap pumps with three-inch heels. She was proud of her office. She had worked long and hard to get promoted off the floor. It wasn’t a corner office, and it didn’t have a great view. But she was on her way up the building, as well as the corporate ladder. She had worked most of the morning on the decorating of a new motel that was going in downtown. It would be a lucrative contract if she could find a pattern that the owner would find attractive and contemporary. A task that wasn’t getting any easier with every idea that she presented. Willow stuck her head in the door. She confused Dixie even though they had both been friends for a long time. Willow was a shapely redhead who was smart as a whip. But she seemed to be perfectly content to be Dixie’s secretary, while Dixie made the climb up the corporate ladder. Willow was making the assumption that Dixie would always pull her along by asking for her specifically. “Mail call,” Willow said when Dixie waved her in. “Nothing good; just this.” Willow held out a plain brown package. Dixie took the package and looked at the front of it. “Can’t make out anything on that postmark. It looks like it got wet.” Dixie said. “So it could be from anywhere.” “I thought those postmarks were supposed to be waterproofed?” Willow asked. “Shall we open it and see what’s in it?” “Sure, you go ahead. That way if it’s a letter bomb I might survive.” “Ugh!” Willow made a face as she opened the envelope. “Honestly, Dixie, I don’t know where you get your ideas. Why would someone send you a letter bomb?” “Calm down, Willow.” Dixie said defensively. “I was just kidding.” “I know.” Willow said peering into the envelope. “But how many times do I have to say it: If you focus on the negative then the negative is sure to – OUCH!” Willow jerked her hand out of the envelope and let it fall to the floor. She cradled her finger in her other hand as blood welled on the tip of her finger. “Willow!” Dixie exclaimed, as she came around her desk to get a look at the finger. “It’s nothing,” Willow said, licking the blood away. “That is so gross, Willow. Couldn’t you have waited until you were away before you did that?” “What?” Willow looked up from her finger confused. “That’s it.” Dixie said playfully. “Enough is enough.” She took Willow by the shoulders and guided her friend to the door of her office. “Back to work. Enough dallying.” As Dixie closed the door to her office she turned to go back to her desk. She noticed the envelope still lying on the floor. Curious now, she went and picked up the envelope and peered inside. Nestled in the envelope was an innocent looking VHS tape. Dixie couldn’t imagine how Willow had cut herself on videotape. Dixie went over to the TV with built-in VCR and turned it on. In Dixie’s line of work, it was often necessary to see the interior of a building, light sources, and numerous other details. Whenever Dixie went to view a place, and to find out what the client wanted, she often brought a video camera along. It allowed her to take a second look without having to revisit the property. She inserted the tape and pressed play. Then she went back to her desk and sat down. For a moment Dixie looked about for her remote, before she remembered that it was on the bookshelf behind her. She turned, grabbed the remote, and turned back. Then she leaned back in her chair, ready to see whatever was on the tape. As with every time she started a tape, she couldn’t help wishing she had some popcorn. The screen was black for about 2 seconds before it faded into an office scene that seemed vaguely familiar to Dixie, although she couldn’t say for sure why. The action started promptly with a dark-haired woman walking into the office. The shot was from far enough that Dixie couldn’t see her face very clearly, although she could tell the woman had hair that very nearly matched her own. Seeing what the woman was wearing made Dixie grimace slightly. It was a perversion of the office power suit. A black leather skirt that only came to mid-thigh was topped by a tight white silk blouse that was open far enough down to show a healthy amount of cleavage; not that the tightness of the blouse left much to the imagination anyway. Six-inch heels finished the ensemble, adding remarkable stress to the woman’s nice legs. The woman went over behind the desk and sat down. Her head bowed as though she was studying some papers on the desk. This was the moment that Dixie half expected some cheesy title to appear on the screen. But it didn’t happen. There was a minute pause, and then the office door opened again. A redhead that was dressed about the same way as her boss stuck her head in the door. “The Veshca’s are here, boss.” She said in sultry tones. “Show them in,” the woman behind the desk said as she looked up. The redhead opened the door a bit wider and stood dutifully to the side as a shapely black woman strode through the door. She wore a white strapless latex dress that could have been painted on. In the back it dipped so low that the beginning curve of her buttocks could be seen. In the front the material plunged all the way down to just below her belly button. Dixie was sure that the only thing holding the dress on was the lacing that pulled the dress tight both in the front and back. This single-piece dress ended two-thirds of the way down the woman’s shapely thighs. Behind her was a swarthy looking man whose race was oddly hard to place. He had short, dark hair and was tanned so deeply that he could almost have been a Negroid. But his slim, hooked nose and thin lips belied this. He wore black dress shoes, black pants that were sharply creased, a black silk shirt, white vest, and a black jacket. He was obviously in great shape and moved like a dancer might. Behind him strode the last of the ‘Veshca party’: a young oriental woman with long black hair that easily reached the middle of her back. Her figure so closely matched that of the black woman that Dixie imagined it had been a chore to find them. She wore the same type of dress that the other woman had worn, except hers was black latex. “Oh, and close the blinds, won’t you?” The woman behind the desk said. Dixie expected the redhead to go over to the big windows letting light into the office. But she was surprised when the redhead flipped a switch next to the door. The blinds over the windows separating the office from the rest of the building silently slid closed. The redhead walked out of the office without a word, closing the door behind her. The man had taken the only seat in front of the desk. After backing it away from the desk a bit, he sat down. The women had taken up places about three paces behind him, and a bit to each side. The woman behind the desk smiled slightly. Dixie felt like she should recognize that smile, the face. But she couldn’t quite place it. “What can I do for you, Mr. Veshca?” She said. The camera held a tight close-up of his face as he prepared his reply. His gray eyes seemed so very out of place in that dark face. They seemed to bore into Dixie’s eyes as he spoke. “Are you prepared to serve, Dixie?” Dixie closed her eyes and pressed a palm to her head as vertigo suddenly overtook her. Of course! She mentally kicked herself for not recognizing the office. Even the redheaded receptionist should have been a dead give-away. The woman behind the desk could have easily passed for her twin. She had known she should have recognized the face! Dixie opened her eyes and looked up. Her eyes opened wide in shock and surprise. In her office sat the three people from the video! Dixie stood up and nearly fell. She looked down to find herself dressed in the same outfit that the woman in the video had been wearing. It was the six-inch heels that had nearly caused her to fall. Shakily she walked around to the front of the desk. Over the man's shoulder she saw the TV. It showed only static. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me, Dixie,” the man said. “Are you ready to serve?” “I don’t know what the hell is going on here,” Dixie said. “But it is going to stop right now!” “Ladies,” the man said as he stood up and took off his jacket. The two women approached Dixie on either side. Dixie was in such a state of shock that she allowed the women to gently lay her on the floor. As one each took two silk cords from a hidden pocket. They placed Dixie’s arms straight out from her sides and laid a cord over each wrist. Then each woman moved down and placed their strong hands on Dixie’s ankles. Still moving together, they spread her legs wide. Dixie suddenly began to struggle. But somehow the silken cords kept her hands firmly in place. The women’s grasp on her ankles was just as unrealistic and just as implacable. No matter how hard she struggled she couldn’t even budge the women as her legs were spread apart. When the short skirt began to press against Dixie’s sides the women placed the second silken cord over her ankles. The two women stood up. Dixie turned her head back until she could see the man standing above her. “Ladies, oil.” the man said. His voice was smooth and cultured. “Dixie,” the man sighed. “You seem so oblivious to what is going on around you. Yet, I know so much about you.” The man took off his vest and laid it neatly on top of his jacket. “For example I know that Dixie is a nickname. Your real name is Terri. You took the nickname from a play you starred in when you were in high school.” The man pulled off his shirt and laid it with his other clothes in the chair. Dixie couldn’t help but admire his physique. The skin of his arms and body had that same swarthy tone as his face did. His chest had a light sprinkle of hair across it. The muscles were finally cut and rippled appealing as he moved. Dixie nearly yelped with surprise as she felt cold metal at her wrists. She looked back down to find that both of the women had settled back into kneeling positions at her sides. From somewhere they produced thin, short knifes. They inserted the knives at the sleeves of her blouse. In one motion the women sliced upward through the sleeves of the blouse, splitting the arms and laying her arms bare. The Asian woman sliced down the front of the blouse. Three additional cuts removed her bra. The black woman sliced the skirt from waist to hem and folded the pieces back. Two final cuts left her completely naked. Each woman produced a small bottle of oil. The Asian woman began rubbing oil at Dixie’s temples. Then she began working the neck muscles, moving on down to her shoulders. The black woman began with a foot massage, and then began working oil into her calves. “I know,” the man was saying, “that Bob does not satisfy you any longer. That you long for something more… intense.” Dixie couldn’t help but relax. The oil on her skin seemed to radiate a sort of sexual warmth. Where each woman’s hands were rubbing her bare skin glowed with wonderful feeling. Dixie closed her eyes and sighed. ‘If only Bob could make me feel like this’, she thought. As the black woman’s hands crept up higher on her legs, the Asian woman’s hands got closer to her hard nipples. “I know, for example,” the man said, “that Willow would believe that she had gone to heaven under the ministrations of my lovely assistants. But you require a more masculine touch.” ‘What was that about Willow?’ Dixie asked herself. She had begun to focus more and more on the hands, and less on what the man was saying. But the thought was gone in a flash. In perfect unison hands rubbed across her crotch and each nipple at the same time. Dixie’s hips thrust upward of their own accord trying to pierce herself. But the hand was skillful and prevented it, while maintaining the erotic touch. Suddenly the hands were gone from her body. Dixie let out a low moan and opened her eyes. The two women had sat back, hands on their turned up legs. A silk string rested in each hand. “So I ask you again, Dixie: are you ready to serve?” Dixie rolled over onto her stomach so she could look at where the voice came from. Her eyes beheld a wonderful sample of manhood, and it was completely bare. Somewhere back in her mind she heard a voice protesting, but she quickly squashed the voice. All she cared about at this moment was the need. She desperately wanted something, anything against her body to relieve the ache. “Oh, yes!” Dixie replied, her voice heavy with lust. She started to stand up to go to him. “Stop!” He said and Dixie froze. “You may come to me. But you must crawl.” Dixie dropped back to her stomach and looked at him for a moment. Then she began to use her knees to push herself forward. Her body pushing over the carpet only served to excite her even more. When she reached she looked up at him, waiting. “Very well, you may kiss me,” he said approvingly. Once again Dixie started to stand only to have him place his hands on her shoulders and push her back down. “I never told you to get off your knees,” he said. Dixie smiled and kissed him at waist level. She began to run her tongue down t he length of him. She explored every angle and turn of him with her tongue. Then she took him into her mouth, slowly at first. Just an inch, before pulling back. Then deeper, until she was taking his entire length into her mouth. Dixie felt his hands grasping her head, so that he could control the thrusts into her mouth. As he did so, Dixie’s hand sought out her nipples, teasing and pulling at them. Her other hand shot between her legs trying to ease some of her frustration. Just as Dixie was about to find release he pulled away from her. Going to his knees he pulled Dixie’s hands away from herself and laid her back on the floor. Then he straddled her, placing his hardness between her breasts. Dixie knew what he wanted. She took her hands and held her breasts around him. As he began to thrust again she tucked her chin down so that with each thrust his head came into contact with her lips. Dixie loved the sensation, although she was she that he got more out of it than she did. She could feel the tension building in him. Then he stopped. Slowly he slid his hardness down her body until he was positioned between her legs. With his first thrust Dixie began to spasm. She wanted his thrusting to never end. Her legs wrapped around his, meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own. She could feel the tension building in him. She knew that when he came she would have the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. He drew back for the final thrust…. The door of the office opened. Willow poked her head through the door. “Lunch time,” she called out. Dixie, who was setting behind her desk, looked up. She blinked a couple of times. Then she stood up. “I like the new look,” Willow said. Dixie looked down. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, a tight white silk shirt, and six-inch heels. Dixie Saga Ch. 5 Ch. 5: Dixie's Surrende Jacob’s Bistro November 6, 12:05 p.m. It was a little Bistro just a block from where Dixie worked. She and Willow often came here for lunch. Today was no exception. However, the black mini-skirt and silk blouse attracted a lot of attention. Dixie found the attention exciting. Unfortunately this caused her nipples to press against the silk of the blouse, attracting that much more attention. Dixie and Willow were finally seated at a corner table. Dixie seated herself so that her back was to the rest of the restaurant. Willow looked at Dixie admiringly. After they ordered Willow spoke. “That certainly is a very nice outfit,” Willow said. “Ah, thanks. I guess now I am sort of glad I have it on. But…” “But what?” Willow asked. “Never mind. It’s a long story. Enough about me, let’s talk about you for awhile. Bob says there’s a great guy down in accounting that he could set you up with….” Willow sighed in frustration. “You just don’t get it, do you?” Willow asked. “What? I’m just trying to help.” “We’ve been friends all this time…” “That’s just it!” Dixie said. “We are friends. I just want to see you happy.” “If you want me to be happy then quit trying to set me up with men!” Dixie looked askance at Willow, the light finally dawning. Dixie tried to remember a man ever being in Willow’s life but couldn’t. Dixie’s jaw dropped open. All the times at Willow’s apartment when she had a ‘friend’ visiting. Dixie sputtered for a moment before being able to get the words out. “You mean you’re a…” Somehow Dixie couldn’t quite force yourself to say it. “Lesbian is the politically correct term,” Willow finished for her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Dixie asked. “Because I didn’t want to see that look on your face!” Willow shot back. “Whoa now. Hang on. You’ve got to admit this is a pretty big bomb shell that you’ve dropped in my lap.” “Yeah, right.” Willow said bitterly. “I’m not going to lie. This will take some time to … to adjust to. But look, we’re still friends. And to prove it, there’s a new restaurant opening up down on 56th. Let’s go tonight.” “I don’t need your pity!” Willow said with vehemence. “Willow! We can get past this. But if you close me out then your worst fears are proven correct. But not because of what I did. It’s what you did.” “Alright,” Willow said slowly. “I’ll pick you up at 9:00.” “Right now, though,” Dixie said looking at her watch, “I think I’m going to go on home. Do me a favor though?” “What’s that?” “In my office, there’s a tape in the VCR. Take it home. Watch it. Then tonight tell me what you think of it.” “Got it. See you tonight,” Willow said hopefully. Perhaps their friendship could get past this. * * * * Dixie moaned in her sleep. After leaving Willow at the restaurant she had gone home and taken a shower. Dressed only in her bathrobe she went out back to the garden swing to think. The ten-foot privacy fence kept out prying eyes. Eventually Dixie fell asleep. Strangely enough Dixie dreamed about how she had first met Bob. It had been a long time since she had thought about college. The six professors that she had gotten to know. It had never dawned on her that they all had been working on a special project in their spare time until they had told her about it. By that time they had been ready to test the project. Professor Julie Martin had laughingly called him BOB (short for Battery Operated Boyfriend), and the name stuck. Bob was an experiment in Artificial Intelligence. The six professors had made some major breakthroughs in both artificial limbs and AI. They were ready to test Bob in a real world situation. That was when they had recruited Dixie. She was to take him for the weekend. Come Monday she was to report on how Bob had done. The weekend had gone fairly well. Bob had been like a little child let loose on the world. But when Dixie had returned Monday all six of the professors were gone. Inquires said simply that they had quit. Dixie didn’t know what to do. So she had kept Bob out of harms way. She had assumed that eventually one of the professors would come for Bob. She had been wrong. Eventually Bob learned enough to propose marriage to Dixie, and to Dixie’s surprise she had accepted. But apparently Bob’s programming was a little to perfect. He had become a man in every way, even ignoring his wife. Dixie moaned in her sleep again, coming a bit closer to being awake. She could feel a cool breeze on her chest, where her robe had fallen open. Lips were locked around Dixie’s nipple, which had been causing her such enjoyment. ‘What a way to wake up!’ Dixie thought as she put a hand on top of Bob’s head. ‘Bob? Bob’s hair wasn’t this long!’ Dixie’s eyes snapped open. Kneeling before her was Willow. She gently suckled on one nipple while teasing the other with her nails. Dixie put her hands on Willow’s shoulders intending to push her away. Another wave of pleasure washed over Dixie. Instead of pushing Willow back, she pushed her lower. Dixie spread her legs apart to give Willow easier access. Willow kissed her way down Dixie’s stomach. She spent a few moments teasing Dixie’s thighs before thrusting her tongue into that nether region. A very skilled tongue it was. Dixie sighed and pressed her hips towards Willow, closing her eyes. It didn’t take long before Dixie was bucking hard into Willow, shivering with an intense orgasm. As the feeling subsided Dixie felt her nipples being clamped between the thumb and first finger of Willow’s hands. “Up my little slut,” Willow said. “We’re not finished yet.” Guiding Dixie by tugging on her nipples, Willow led her into the house. Once inside Willow removed the robe that Dixie wore and then pushed her down on all fours. Dixie felt so wanton. Every time Willow touched her it seemed to set off a mini-orgasm. Now with nose only inches from Willow’s crotch she couldn’t help herself. Anything Willow wanted her to do, Dixie knew she would do without hesitation. Willow took off her blouse and draped it across Dixie’s back. Like a cat Dixie arched her back, enjoying the pure sensuous feel of it. Willow wasn’t wearing a bra. Dixie’s eyes fastened on her nipples until Willow reached down to her skirt. Unfastening it, she unwrapped the skirt like a matador. Dixie’s eyes widened as she looked at Willow’s crotch. There, between her legs, was an eight-inch strap-on dildo. When Willow waved it in front of Dixie’s face Dixie never hesitated. She took the dildo into her mouth like she would a man. Moving her head back and forth she could tell that the other end of the dildo went deep into Willow. Dixie moved a bit faster, enjoying the moan that Willow let escape. Abruptly Willow took the dildo out of Dixie’s mouth and moved around behind her. She placed the dildo at the apex of Dixie’s legs and held it there for a moment, teasing Dixie. Dixie was more than ready. She shoved her hips backwards impaling herself on the dildo. Willow began moving her hips, thrusting the dildo back and forth into Dixie. Dixie gyrated her hips, lurching backwards. One hand went up to her breasts where she handled them roughly. Finally even that wasn’t enough. Dixie let herself fall to the floor so that she could use both hands on her own tits. The orgasm that rocked Dixie was unlike anything that she had ever enjoyed before. It was so intense that she nearly blacked out. She lay on the floor panting as Willow headed back to the bedroom. “Don’t go anywhere, my little slut. I’ve still got lots of plans for you!” Willow said as she left. The phone rang. More out of habit than anything else Dixie raised herself up and answered it. As she was bringing the receiver to her ear she realized that she had made a mistake. She wanted this afternoon to last forever. “That tape you wanted me to watch was blank,” Willow said through the receiver. Dixie knew the house was empty. To Be Continued...