0 comments/ 8863 views/ 2 favorites Spellbound By: Nightingale02 Spellbound, I stare into your eyes and I move closer to you. I see your eyes drop to glance at my lips. I lick them, making them wet. Another step and now I am close enough to touch you if I put out my hand. Again your eyes meet mine and I take a final step that places my mouth a few small inches from yours. Eyes wide, I look up at you wanting to kiss you so badly but afraid of the consequences. You are mine, I am yours, but so much separates us. Misconceptions, pain, denial, fear, so much for love to overcome. You look at me and I see so much in your eyes but do not know how much of it I understand or what I should try to guess. With a sudden decision I close my eyes to your scrutiny and lean forward, pressing my lips to yours. With a softness like that of a prayer our lips press together, silently, gently. With no words we pull closer until our bodies are pressed against one another. With a sigh my mouth gently opens and I run my tongue across your lips. You open your mouth to me and our tongues touch. I can feel that touch through my entire body, as every nerve seems to awaken with desire and cry out for more. My body melts with the need I have of you, as I can actually feel the shift that my body makes from casual thoughts to outright, naked lust. I want you so badly and my hands move to your hips as if for support. You grab my ass and pull me into you so that I cannot miss the hardness of your cock pressing into me. My mouth opens even more as our kiss gets stronger and deeper. My breath begins to come in gasps and sighs as I can feel myself start to get wet. Your mouth leaves mine to trail across my face and down to my neck. I offer it to you like a vampire's chosen. I tilt my head and my hair falls away to give it to you. Gently your mouth closes over my skin and I feel your tongue taste it. Standing upon my toes I press into you, begging you with my body to bite me, to sink your teeth into the tender flesh of my neck and hurt me. But you choose instead the gentle pressure that you know only frustrates me. With a sigh my hands drop to my sides and I start to pull away. Roughly you wrap an arm around my waist and pull me back into you, rubbing your hard-on against my hip. I glare up at you, frustrated, irritated and only wanting more. You laugh at me and I push you away. Again you pull me back, only this time you catch my throat in your hand and push my head to the side and lean down to whisper in my ear. "I thought you liked to play..." you breathe into my ear. "I can't stand it...I want you too badly," I gasp this out through teeth clenched in a wave of lust sweeping through me, as I feel the warm air surround my ear. I can feel your mumble of understanding more than I can hear it, deep in your chest. Your hand relaxes from around my neck and you lean down to kiss it. I lean against you, in surrender, when your teeth sink into my neck, so hard that I gasp in a combination of pain and raw need. My stomach contracts, and I feel the muscles in me tighten with need. I grab your shoulders not knowing whether to push you from me or to pull you tighter. You push me backwards until I bump into my desk. Thankful for the support I lean against it as you release my neck. "That better??" your voice is mocking and yet gentle, and I can do nothing but moan my answer as my hand moves to my neck, feeling the welts begin to raise. You pull my hand away to look at the red marks on my fair skin, and lightly run your tongue across them, as if you would take away the sting if you could. I smile at you; loving the small throb and the awareness it gives me. You lean down and grasp the back of my thighs and pick me up and place me on my desk, shoving books and papers out of the way. I wrap my legs around your waist and we share yet another searing kiss. "I want you to fuck me," I whisper in your ear, "Now" You lean back to look at me, a questioning look on your face, and then you look down at my body, seeing maybe for the first time my skirt. A wicked smile lights your face as you reach down and pull my skirt up around my waist, and then roughly pull my tights down and off my legs. My eyes widen and then I smile back at you as you quickly strip your jeans off. You grab my hips and pull me forward onto you and I sink my teeth into your shoulder and my fingernails into your back as I feel you slam into me so deep that a cry breaks from my throat in the scream of your name. Spellbound Version 1.0 Created 1982. You stand in the small field behind your family's tiny house, a few last tears running down your face in the morning light. This is a sad morning for you--you have just buried your father, the man who taught you magic and the wisest man you ever knew. You remember the promise you made to him on his deathbed. With his dying words, he asked you to find some way of stopping the evil sorceress Zorcastra, whose dark magic has already enslaved the minds of so many of the kingdom's comely young maidens and handsome young men. You knew for years that this was what he was training you for, but you also knew you were not yet ready. Now, as you stand over his grave, you know that you must go to Zorcastra's tower and find the secret to undoing her decadent rule. There is a shovel here. There is a grave marker here. Exits lie east. > READ MARKER It says, "Mentarim. Beloved father, wise teacher, true friend." You choke back another sob as you remember carving it into the wood. > TAKE SHOVEL You don't need that. > E Mentarim's Home You are in a small house, just big enough for two. Your bed is in one corner, and your father's in another. There is a small table in the center of the room. A small fire burns in the fireplace, but it is not enough to dispel the chill you feel deep in your heart as you realize that now, your destiny lies elsewhere. The house feels emptier than ever. Your father is already gone, and soon you must go to confront Zorcastra. There is a spellbook here. There is a tin cup here. There is a loaf of bread here. Exits lie east and west. > TAKE SPELLBOOK.TAKE CUP.TAKE BREAD You take the spellbook. You take the cup. You take the bread. > READ SPELLBOOK This spellbook is your most prized possession, in which you have inscribed all the spells that you have learned over the years. The secrets of magic lie within its pages, and perhaps the secrets to victory. "Kurbo: Conjure a small quantity of water." "Froom: Open a portal that has been stuck shut." "Trilbi: Send a person into a deep, dreamless sleep." > MEMORIZE KURBO.CAST KURBO Memorized. What do you want to cast Kurbo on? > CAST KURBO ON CUP You speak the magic words, and the cup instantly fills with water up to the brim. > E Front Of House You stand in front of a small, unimposing house. In front of you, the dusty road heads off into the distance. Many times as a child, you watched adventurers head north towards Zorcastra's castle, preparing to confront the growing power of the evil wizardess and free those whom she'd already snared in her insidious mind control spells. The only ones you ever saw head back south were the ones who'd lost their nerve before getting to the tower. Now it's your turn. Exits lie north and south. > N Northern Road The road curves here as it slopes upward gradually, heading towards Zorcastra's castle. You don't see anyone else on the road with you; few dare to live this close to the sinister spellcaster without magic of their own to protect them. Exits lie northeast and south. > NE Road Near Hut You are standing next to a small hut built on stilts to counter the steep slope. The hut has been abandoned; either the inhabitants finally fled Zorcastra's reign, or they finally attracted her attention. Either way, they must have left in a hurry--you see discarded tools and household items here and there, and their dog is still chained up to one of the stilts. There is a mangy dog here. Exits lie east and north. The dog barks at you! > LOOK DOG The dog is half-starved, with matted, damp fur that suggests it's been chained out here for quite some time. A few puddles provide it with water, but you can see no food anywhere within the reach of its chain. You wonder why its owners did not set it free before leaving. Perhaps they didn't have the chance. As your eyes glance over the scattered debris around the pole the dog is chained to, you notice a scroll case! Your trained eyes can see that the seals are intact, indicating the presence of a spell scroll inside. Surely, the inhabitants of this hut must have been captured; nobody would leave something so valuable no matter how great their haste! The dog snaps angrily at you from the end of his chain! > UNLOCK CHAIN As you approach the dog, he snarls and snaps at you, perhaps hoping that your fingers will serve to ease his hunger. The dog growls at you! > MEMORIZE TRILBI.CAST TRILBI ON DOG Memorized. The dog barks at you! You speak the magic words, and the dog walks around in a circle briefly, then curls up to sleep. > TAKE SCROLL Taken. > READ SCROLL You can't do that! > OPEN CASE.READ SCROLL Opened. The scroll reads, "Knast: Makes the speech of an animal comprehensible to you." > INSCRIBE KNAST IN BOOK.MEMORIZE KNAST.CAST KNAST ON DOG You take a few moments to inscribe the Knast spell into your spell book. As you do, the words vanish from the scroll, leaving it nothing more than a blank piece of paper. Memorized. You speak the magic words, but nothing seems to happen. > DISPEL TRILBI The dog suddenly wakes up, and looks at you. "Hungry!" it cries. "Oh, I'm so hungry! This is just terrible! There's dried beef in that hut, I can smell it, but I can't get to it! Oh, please, please get me some food!" > E Inside Hut You stand in a small hut. Whoever lived here left in a great hurry; the shelves are in disarray, many things are missing, and there are muddy footprints everywhere. What little food does remain is all carefully preserved--clearly, the owner expected to have to make a long journey soon. There is a piece of dried beef here. Exits lie west. > TAKE BEEF.W Taken. Road Near Hut There is a mangy dog here. Exits lie east and north. The dog shouts, "Oh, please give me that food, human!" > GIVE BEEF TO DOG You toss the piece of beef so that it lies at the dog's feet. He gulps it down rapidly and whines in relief. "Oh, thank you! I don't know how much longer I could have lasted! Truly, human, I am in your debt. Um...I don't suppose you could unlock this chain? Only I'm sure I'm going to be hungry again, and I doubt I can rely upon another kind person coming this way..." > UNLOCK CHAIN You unlock the chain from around the dog's neck, and it bounds free. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, human, thank you thank you thank you!" it yips excitedly. > N The dog follows you. Road To Castle You are on a steep path that leads up the mountain to the castle of the evil Zorcastra, just below the ridge that marks the crest of the mountains. Beyond this point, there is no turning back; you remain out of sight of her mindless thralls for only a short distance longer. Any further, and her gate sentry will spot you. There is a mangy dog here. Exits lie north and south. The dog says, "Ooh, this is exciting!" > N The dog follows you. Castle Entrance You are at the entrance to the castle of the sinister sorceress, Zorcastra. The gates lie wide open; a spellcaster as powerful as Zorcastra needs no mortal defenses. Indeed, she invites adventurers to attempt to defeat her, knowing that every bold hero soon becomes a brainwashed soldier in her armies...or, perhaps, a brainwashed lover in her harem. There is a sentry here. There is a mangy dog here. Exits lie north and south. The sentry spots you, and hisses angrily. > LOOK SENTRY The sentry appears to be one of the feline humanoids that inhabit the distant lands of the South; you can only imagine what dreams of glory must have drawn her so far away from her home. Like so many others, she hoped to defeat Zorcastra; now, you can see from her glazed and vacant eyes that she dreams of nothing but eternal service to the sinister sorceress. The sentry draws her sword and charges at you! > SAY DOG, CHASE SENTRY The dog looks up at you. "Chase a cat? You don't need to ask me twice!" It leaps forward, yowling out a series of fierce barks that only you can understand as, "Run! Run away, cat! Run away from me!" The sentry's feline instincts override her magical obedience, and the two of them disappear over the ridge and into the distance. > N Southern Tower You are in a guard tower. A massive portcullis leads into the inner courtyard, and another leads out to the path down the mountainside. It looks as though an army could pass through here, and you thank the gods that Zorcastra seems more interested for the present in indulging her depraved appetites with those she has already enslaved than in extending her power further south. Still, you know it is just a matter of time before she grows bored with her existing slaves and wishes to take more. You only hope that you can stop her. Exits lie north, south, northeast, and northwest. > NW Southwest Passage You are in a dimly-lit passage between the main entrance to the castle and one of its defensive towers to the northwest. Scattered torches leave just enough light to see by. Exits lie northwest and southeast. > NW Western Tower You find yourself in a small library in the room at the base of the northwest tower. The walls are ringed with books on a wide variety of subjects, but it looks as though no-one has read them since Zorcastra first wrested this castle away from her mentor, decades ago. Unsurprising, really; Zorcastra prefers power to knowledge, and the adventurers who have faced her down over the years have been bold rather than wise. And of course, her obedient slaves have only one thought in their minds, that of pleasing their Mistress. There is a collection of books here. Exits lie up, northeast, and southeast. > LOOK BOOKS You quickly find that most of the texts are abstract and arcane discussions of magical principles, rather than useful spells and practical knowledge. Still, two books of magical lore catch your eye. One discusses legendary magical artifacts, and the other is about useful defensive spells. > READ BOOK ABOUT ARTIFACTS You skim through a wide listing of powerful magical items before you come to a description of the Talisman of Anti-Magic. "This legendary magical item is said to be the most feared by all wizards and sorcerers due to its ability to permanently drain their spellcasting powers from them; even the mightiest of all magic-users fear its power. It was lost, however, in the mountains of the distant north, and its very nature prevents it from being found by scrying spells. Legend has it, however, that it was once possessed by the mighty Grayfir the Grim." You gasp in surprise, recognizing the name of the wizard that Zorcastra studied under, then enslaved. > READ BOOK ABOUT SPELLS As much as you wish the book could be an actual spellbook, it's merely a strategy guide to fighting a wizard's duel. You flip through to the chapter on enchantresses, and find this entry (under Enchantresses, Sinister): "The usual tactic of the Sinister Enchantress is to simply exert her overwhelming, magically-enhanced charisma to seduce her foes into a magical trance. Once her spells have bewitched the victim into desiring the enchantress above all else, they are helpless to resist her whims. The Marful spell, though, creates a barrier in the mind that the enchantress cannot penetrate, leaving her tactical options greatly reduced." > U Prison Tower You find yourself in one of the stockades used to hold prisoners when this was an active fortress. It's entirely deserted now; Zorcastra's prisons of the mind hold her enemies far more effectively than any iron bars ever could. There is a locked cell here. Exits lie down. > MEMORIZE FROOM.CAST FROOM ON DOOR Memorized. You speak the magic words, and the cell door creaks open. > ENTER CELL Cell You are inside a small, cramped jail cell. The only inhabitant perished years, perhaps even decades ago, his body rotted away to nothing more than a collection of bones on the stone floor. There is a skeleton here. Exits lie out. You are beginning to feel hungry. > LOOK SKELETON Alas, poor....someone. You didn't know him. There is a spell scroll clenched between his bony fingers. > TAKE SCROLL FROM SKELETON.READ SCROLL The bleached white bones are reluctant to let their ancient grip go at first, but you finally manage to pry the scroll from the long-dead fingers. The scroll reads: "Antimar: Reverse the effects of your next spell." > INSCRIBE ANTIMAR IN BOOK You take a few moments to inscribe the Antimar spell into your spell book. As you do, the words vanish from the scroll, leaving it nothing more than a blank piece of paper. > O Prison Tower There is an unlocked cell here. Exits lie down. You are beginning to feel thirsty. > D Western Tower There is a collection of books here. Exits lie up, northeast, and southeast. > SE Southwest Passage Exits lie northwest and southeast. > SE Southern Tower Exits lie north, south, northeast, and northwest. You are beginning to feel tired. > NE Southeast Passage You are in a dimly-lit passage between the main entrance to the castle and one of its defensive towers to the northeast. Scattered torches leave just enough light to see by. Exits lie northeast and southwest. You are really feeling quite hungry now. > NE Eastern Tower You find yourself in one of the two towers that mark the corners of Zorcastra's fortress. This one appears to have been used as someone's quarters before she took over the castle, probably the commander of the defense forces; the circular room has been sub-divided into an outer office and an inner, private bedchamber. A set of stairs lead up to the top of the tower. Exits lie up, east, northwest, and southwest. You feel very thirsty. > EAT BREAD.DRINK WATER You tear off a piece of the bread and eat it. There is still most of the loaf left. You take a long swig of the water. The cup is still two-thirds full. You feel quite exhausted from your long day now. > E Bedchamber You are in a small, private bedchamber. It is thick with dust, but the mattress looks to have been enchanted with a spell to keep vermin away. The bedbugs will not, in fact, bite. There is a bed here. Exits lie west. > LIE IN BED It's not safe to do that. Zorcastra's guards might find you while you sleep. > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR.MEMORIZE FROOM.CAST FROOM ON DOOR.LIE IN BED Memorized. You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. Memorized. You speak the magic words, and the door seals tight shut. No enemy could possibly open it. You lie down in the bed, and your eyes close almost before your head hits the pillow. You dream of your battle with Zorcastra. She wears a sheer black dress that leaves almost nothing to the imagination, its outlines caressing every inch of her alabaster skin. "Surrender to me," she whispers. "Surrender to me, and I will show you pleasures you have never dreamt of." Her eyes blaze with eldritch fires, and you realize you can't look away. You don't want to look away; deep down, some part of you wants to submit to this beautiful, seductive woman. The loss of your free will is a small price to pay for the sexual bliss she promises... You wake up trembling, shaken by the intensity of the dream, and still more than a little aroused by it. You get up refreshed and alert, ready to resume your quest! > DISPEL FROOM The door swings wide open once more. > W Eastern Tower Exits lie up, east, northwest, and southwest. > U It is very dark here. You might get eaten by a grue. > D Eastern Tower Exits lie up, east, northwest, and southwest. > SW Southeast Passage Exits lie northeast and southwest. > SW Southern Tower Exits lie north, south, northeast, and northwest. > N South Courtyard You are in the southern half of the vast inner courtyard of Zorcastra's fortress. A tower rises up from the very center of the courtyard, made of marble, and for a moment you fear that you have made your presence known to Zorcastra's eyes. But looking up, you can see that this tower has been abandoned. Zorcastra, it seems, prefers to while away her hours in the northern tower that serves as a barracks for her guard. It makes sense, in a way; by living in the barracks, she's mere moments away from whichever slave she wishes to see kneeling between her thighs at that moment. There is a well here. Exits lie north and south. > N Central Courtyard You are at the base of the marble tower in the center of the courtyard. Whoever crafted the tower must have used magic of some sort; even after decades of neglect, the stones are so smooth as to be slick to the touch. Exits lie north, south, and in. > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR Memorized. You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. > IN Central Tower You find yourself in a vast room, far bigger than the tower could possibly contain. As you surmised, this was crafted by powerful magic. In the center of the room lies a raised pedestal, with a spell scroll on it. On the far end of the room, perhaps five minutes' walk away, lies a door leading upwards into the tower. There is a sentry here. There is a scroll here. Exits lie out. The sentry speaks, her voice echoing around the chamber. "Come to me, sweet little one. I am lonely, and desire the company of another. You would not deny me, would you?" Something about her voice is strangely compelling. You find yourself walking helplessly towards her. > MEMORIZE KNAST.CAST KNAST ON SENTRY Memorized. The sentry speaks, her voice echoing around the chamber. "That's it, my darling, closer and closer. I am commanded to guard the door to the inner tower, but there is no reason why you cannot join me here. I long to feel your warm body against mine..." You cannot help yourself. You keep walking towards the sound of the voice. You speak the magic words, and the sentry's voice dissolves into a sibilant hiss. > LOOK SENTRY This sentry is one of the legendary naga, the wise and heroic snake-women of the Western Kingdoms. Legend says that their voice is irresistible, yet this one found that the power of Zorcastra was even more irresistible still. Now her eyes stare helplessly at nothing as she endlessly fantasizes about sliding her forked tongue into Zorcastra's enticing pussy. Even so, you have no doubt that her serpentine reflexes are not dulled in the slightest; the massive curved scimitar she carries could easily make mincemeat of you if you approached her. The sentry hisses at you, but you can't understand what she's saying. > TAKE SCROLL. Taken. The sentry hisses at you, but you can't understand what she's saying. > O Central Courtyard Exits lie north, south, and in. > READ SCROLL The scroll reads: "Lumen: Causes an item to glow with magical light." > INSCRIBE LUMEN IN BOOK You take a few moments to inscribe the Lumen spell into your spell book. As you do, the words vanish from the scroll, leaving it nothing more than a blank piece of paper. > S South Courtyard There is a well here. Exits lie north and south. > S Southern Tower Exits lie north, south, northeast and northwest. > NE Southeast Passage Exits lie northeast and southwest. > NE Eastern Tower Exits lie up, east, northwest and southwest. > MEMORIZE LUMEN.CAST LUMEN Memorized. What do you want to cast Lumen on? > CAST LUMEN ON CUP You speak the magic words, and the cup glows with a painfully brilliant light. After a moment, it diminishes slightly, leaving you with a glow that brightens the whole room. Spellbound > U Guest Chamber This room is more ornately furnished than any you have seen so far, and you suspect that it was meant for when Grayfir was feeling un-Grim enough to entertain guests. The windows have been boarded shut, though, giving the room a gloomy, eerie feeling. The shadows almost seem to whisper dark thoughts into your ears. There is a woman here. Exits lie down. The woman sits up on the bed and looks over at you. "Oh, bless you, hero!" she says. "I've been waiting for someone like you," she says. "Someone bold, and brave, who can rescue me from the enchantments of Zorcastra. When she could not enslave my mind, she imprisoned my body here in this tower!" > LOOK WOMAN You see a gorgeous, entirely nude woman reclining on the bed. Her body glistens gently, as if lightly oiled, causing the light to gleam on her bronzed skin. The sigils tattooed onto her hands and face mark her as one of the shadowmancers of the eastern realms, explaining her need for darkness. She smiles at you, and for a moment, you find yourself thinking you have discovered an ally...and a comely one, at that. But then you see the glazed stare in her eyes and realize that though they look at you, she is lost in an endless dream of Zorcastra. "I sense that your power can free me," the woman says. "All it takes to break these enchantments is but a single kiss." She spreads her legs lewdly. "But you need not kiss my mouth, not when there are sweeter places..." > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR Memorized. The woman gently runs her fingers over her own breasts, flicking each nipple until it stands up stiffly. "Or perhaps you could kiss here, instead," she says. "We can have so much fun experimenting, finding out just where to place your lips to break the spell. And if the spell does not break, well, then we can while away the hours together. You will find all the time you need between my thighs, I promise." You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. The woman presses her breasts together, and you cannot help but stare at the valley of her cleavage. Indeed, it is becoming impossible to think of anything else. "That's right," she whispers, her voice seeming to tickle your mind into a delightful shiver of lust. "There is no need to fear losing your will to Zorcastra. Give yourself to me, and you will be safe from Her. How can She control your will when I already own your mind and body?" The idea seems suddenly, terrifyingly reasonable. > MEMORIZE TRILBI.CAST TRILBI ON WOMAN Memorized. The woman's pussy looms larger now in your field of vision, and you realize it is because you have stepped closer to the bed without even realizing it. "That's right," she repeats, the words lulling your mind into an aroused, hazy fog. "Just a single kiss...and then another, and another. Each kiss will feel better and better." She dips her finger lightly between her folds. "You'll feel nothing but bliss, I promise. It's so good..." You speak the magic words, and the woman's eyes lose their glazed, dream-like quality. She abruptly closes her legs, shame and sorrow clouding her features. "This will not last," she says tightly, the strain of fighting Zorcastra evident in her voice. "Your magic is nowhere near strong enough to break Her hold on me, only to loosen it for a moment." She winces, gasping with the effort of resistance. "It amuses Her, the thought of one of Her former enemies enslaving others at Her command. She delights anew every time I bring Her a new slave, defeating another opponent without even lifting a finger of Her own." Her face is defiant, even as her eyes begin to glaze over again. "Here," she says, reaching into the table by the bed and pulling out a scroll. She thrusts it into your outstretched hands. "It is no great magic; anything truly powerful, I have already given to my M-mistress..." She shudders, her hand once again slipping down to her pussy. "My sleek, gorgeous, powerful Mistress...oh, oh yes..." She shakes her head in an effort to clear it. "But it may help you. Now please, go, before I lose control of myself again!" Then her eyes glaze over completely, becoming blank once more. > D Eastern Tower Exits lie up, east, northwest and southwest. > DISPEL LUMEN The cup goes dark. > READ SCROLL The scroll reads: "Zumaz: Gives the caster the power of flight." > INSCRIBE ZUMAZ IN BOOK You take a few moments to inscribe the Zumaz spell into your spell book. As you do, the words vanish from the scroll, leaving it nothing more than a blank piece of paper. You are beginning to feel thirsty. > DRINK WATER You take a long swig of the water. The cup is about a third full, now. > SW Southeast Passage Exits lie northeast and southwest. > SW Southern Tower Exits lie north, south, northeast and northwest. > N South Courtyard There is a well here. Exits lie north and south. > LOOK WELL The well is very deep, and filled with brackish water. You can only hope that Zorcastra supplies her slaves with drink via magic, because this disgusting fluid looks like an outbreak of cholera waiting to happen. > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR.MEMORIZE KURBO.CAST KURBO ON WELL Memorized. You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. Memorized. You speak the magic words, and the water level in the well rapidly dips down as your spell erases the water in it from existence. The well is now only two-thirds full. > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR.MEMORIZE KURBO.CAST KURBO ON WELL Memorized. You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. Memorized. You speak the magic words, and the water level in the well rapidly dips down as your spell erases the water in it from existence. The well is now only a third full. > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR.MEMORIZE KURBO.CAST KURBO ON WELL Memorized. You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. Memorized. You speak the magic words, and the water level in the well rapidly dips down as your spell erases the water in it from existence. The well is now completely empty of water. You see the glint of metal from the mud at the bottom of the well; something must be down there! > D You don't see any way to climb down safely. > MEMORIZE ZUMAZ.CAST ZUMAZ Memorized. You speak the magic words, and you feel your body become impossibly light as gravity's hold on it diminishes and finally fades away completely. > D You float gently downwards. Bottom of Well Even though this well has been emptied of water, it still smells damp and unpleasant. Thick, oozing mud covers the bottom of the well, and water is already beginning to seep between the stones. You'd best not tarry here. There is an object here. Exits lie up. > TAKE OBJECT You gingerly reach down and pick up the muck-encrusted object from out of the black ooze at the bottom of the well. You carefully hold it at arm's length, in order to make sure that none of the slime it drips winds up on your clothes. > U You float gently upwards. South Courtyard There is a well here. Exits lie north and south. > LOOK OBJECT It's too muddy to really determine what this is. All you can really tell is that it's some sort of metal. Perhaps if you cleaned it off... > CLEAN OBJECT You wipe away the mud and filth from the object, to uncover...the Talisman of Anti-Magic! Of course! Grayfir must have thrown it in the well to prevent Zorcastra from finding it and making use of its power! Now, though, you can use it to free Grayfir, along with all the others enslaved by the sinister wizardess. > N You float gently northwards. Central Courtyard Exits lie north, south, and in. > U You float gently upwards. Outside Tower You hover in space, just outside of the tall tower that once housed Grayfir's inner sanctum. It is warded against intrusion by those with black hearts, or even those under mystic control--one more cunning strategem by Grayfir the Grim to keep his most powerful secrets from his most treacherous apprentice. But somehow, you sense that the mystic barriers will not keep you out. And look! One of the windows is open just a crack... Exits lie down and in. > IN You float gently through the window. Inner Sanctum This is the home of Grayfir the Grim--once one of the mightiest wizards in all the world, but now just another thrall of the seductive Zorcastra. The treasure trove of magical power here will give you something to study for years, once Zorcastra's threat has been eliminated from the land, but for now, you need to focus only on those things that will give you the greatest advantage in fighting her. What good is becoming a powerful mage, if the rest of the world is turned against you by Zorcastra's dark sorceries? There is a journal here. There is a scroll here. Exits lie down and out. > READ JOURNAL 10/20, Year of the Serpent: I have taken a new apprentice, Zorcastra. She is truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and a powerful, if untrained mage. She is an eager student (and an eager lover, as well), but I sense great ambition within her. I shall have to treat this one with care. 12/19, Year of the Serpent: Ye gods, that woman can fuck! I've been using every spell I can to increase my own potency, just to keep up with her appetites. The spirit is always willing, though; the cunt on that woman could squeeze the cum from a eunuch. At this rate, I'll lose my nickname and become, "Grayfir of the Goofy Grin". Even so, I'm no fool. There are certain secrets I have kept from her...and I'm not fool enough to write them in this journal, either. 1/40, Year of the Rose: Zorcastra's body is magnificent, and her imagination as a lover knows no bounds. We have tried every sort of bondage, placed magical wards around each other to prevent motion or speech, even shapeshifted into other forms to find new ways to love each other. She has suggested we try what she calls "bondage of the mind," using obedience spells to compel each other into a pleasurable trance. I'm willing to experiment...but I'm also warding my lab. Just as a precaution. 2/29, Year of the Rose: Zorcastra lets me bind her mind less and less, and binds mine more and more. I'd be lying if I said it didn't worry me, but at the same time, it feels so good when She sends me off into that waking dream of obedient pleasure and uses me as a human fucktoy. I find myself wondering if it would be such a bad thing were She not to wake me. Then I find myself wondering if She planted that thought in my mind while I was entranced. Then I find myself not caring. Not when she stares at me with those eyes and spreads her legs wide for me to lick her... There are no more entries in the journal. > TAKE SCROLL.READ SCROLL You can't carry all that! You don't have a scroll to read! > I You are carrying: a spellbook a tin cup a loaf of bread an empty scroll case a blank piece of paper a blank piece of paper a blank piece of paper a blank piece of paper an Anti-Magic Talisman > DROP PAPER.DROP PAPER.DROP PAPER.DROP PAPER Dropped. Dropped. Dropped. Dropped. > TAKE SCROLL.READ SCROLL Taken. The scroll reads: "Marful: Protect your mind from outside influences." > INSCRIBE MARFUL IN BOOK This spell is far too complex for a novice such as yourself to inscribe into your spell book. You are beginning to tire. > O You float gently through the window. Outside Tower Exits lie down and in. > D You float gently downwards. Central Courtyard Exits lie north, south, and in. > DISPEL ZUMAZ Your feet settle back onto solid ground. You feel quite exhausted from your long day now. > S South Courtyard There is a well here. Exits lie north and south. > S Southern Tower Exits lie north, south, northeast and southeast. > NE Southeast Passage Exits lie northeast and southwest. Your eyes are almost too heavy to keep open any longer. > NE Eastern Tower Exits lie east, up, northwest, and southwest. > E Bedchamber Exits lie west. > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR.MEMORIZE FROOM.CAST FROOM ON DOOR.LIE IN BED Memorized. You'd better find somewhere to sleep before you collapse! You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. Memorized. You speak the magic words, and the door seals tight shut. No enemy could possibly open it. You stagger to the bed and fall onto it into a deep slumber. It seems like only moments, though, before you awaken to the sound of axes against wood! Zorcastra's servants hack away at the door, evading its magical protection by simply demolishing it. You try to fight, but there are too many of them. Within moments, they have stripped you naked and held you down onto the bed, helplessly awaiting the arrival of Zorcastra. She strides into the room, a vision of divine beauty, and crawls onto the bed with you. Her servants gently caress her body and yours as she fixes her gaze onto you. "Such a clever little mage," she whispers. "I love a delectable mind such as yours." She licks your flesh gently, tasting your skin. You feel her breasts brush against you as she kisses her way down your body. "This is how I enslave you," she sighs out, caressing every inch of your flesh. "You will enjoy it." She runs her hand possessively along your hip. "Then you will desire it." She kisses her way lower down, and you feel a rush of arousal between your legs. "Then you will beg me for it." She looks up and fixes you with a burning stare. "Beg me now, pet..." You wake up with a start, realizing that your lips quiver with pleas to be enslaved. You get up refreshed and alert, ready to resume your quest! > W The door is sealed! > DISPEL FROOM The door swings wide open once more. > W Eastern Tower Exits lie up, east, northwest and southwest. > CAST MARFUL You speak the magic words, and it feels as though an invisible helmet has settled upon your head. This one guards your mind, though, instead of your skull. As you cast the spell, the words vanish from the scroll, leaving it just a blank piece of paper. > MEMORIZE ANTIMAR.CAST ANTIMAR Memorized. You speak the magic words, and feel your magic aura invert itself. Your next spell will have the opposite effect it normally has. > MEMORIZE LUMEN Memorized. > NW Northeast Passage You are in a brightly-lit passage leading from the castle's defensive towers to its main barracks in the northern tower. This close to the seat of Zorcastra's tower, the castle is better maintained, and you must tread lightly and not stay long, lest you alert her ever-present guards. Exits lie northwest and southeast. > NW Barracks This is a large space designed to quarter the castle's troops. Instead of rows of beds, though, the floor is scattered with pillows and silken sheets to form an improvised seraglio. Dozens of Zorcastra's obedient slaves lounge on the pillows, men and women of all races with weapons close at hand but momentarily forgotten while they lose themselves in lustful play. Zorcastra is always pleased by her slaves' pleasure, even when not there to watch it. But for every few that indulge in orgiastic rites upon the cushions, one or two stand alert for intruders, ready to render them helpless and deliver them to their Mistress for conversion. There are numberless sentries here. Exits lie up, north, south, southeast and southwest. The sentries draw their swords and charge at you! > CAST LUMEN ON PAPER You speak the magic words, and within instants, all the light in the room has been sucked away into the paper, leaving everything pitch-black. You can't even see your hand in front of your face. It is very dark here. You might get eaten by a grue. The sentries crash about in confusion! > DROP PAPER Dropped. The sentries crash about in confusion! > U Zorcastra's Throne Room You have never seen a room of such great splendour. It seems as though every treasure for a hundred miles has been gathered by Zorcastra's minions to decorate the seat of her power; you spot gorgeous paintings, statues of pure gold and wrought silver, and gemstones scattered across the floor as though they were so many children's baubles. Yet for all the wealth on display here, your attention is drawn to the center of the room, and Zorcastra's throne. It is not so much a throne as a couch upon the dais; Zorcastra reclines, one slave attending her with magically-conjured grapes while another gently nuzzles at her feet with his tongue. She wears a clinging black robe, currently hanging open to reveal her firm, pendulous breasts and enticing pussy. You have never seen a more beautiful woman in your entire life, and the mere sight of her beauty causes you to gasp in sudden arousal. Zorcastra is here. Exits lie down. Zorcastra sits up and looks at you. "Another champion," she says, her face twisting into a seductive smile. "And tell me, little mage, do you want to conquer me? To take me here, upon my bed?" She idly plays with her own nipples as she speaks. "I will pose no resistance. You may plunder the treasures between my thighs, hero. Simply kneel down before me, and you will find such bliss as you have never imagined." > USE TALISMAN ON ZORCASTRA I don't know how to do that! Zorcastra's hands run over her taut belly, caressing her own body and shivering with desire. "There's no need to be afraid, little one," she says. "I promise nothing but pleasure. What you call slavery, others call fulfillment. You can find it too, an ecstasy long denied and long desired. Give in to me; let your arousal build until your body knows what your mind refuses. It's alright, my sweet pet." Her legs part, and you can't help but stare between her thighs. > ACTIVATE TALISMAN I don't know what you mean. Zorcastra beckons you closer, crooking her finger in a come-hither gesture. "I know, you believe yourself to be protected. I can sense the spell around your mind. But I know a secret that you thought beyond me. That spell only protects your character, your avatar within the game. Your mind is open to my charms, pet." You feel a chill of shock as you realize that Zorcastra is speaking about you, the player! "And I know that already, you dream of submitting. How many false trails did you follow? How many times did you lose this game, watching your character surrender to my will and imagining what it must be like to give in and find such joy in the worship of my body?" > TURN ON TALISMAN You can't turn that here. "How many times did you enter those barracks and allow yourself to be captured, just so you could read of me breaking your will?" Zorcastra continues. She lets the robe slip off so you can see every inch of her flawless body. Her breasts sway gently in the torchlight, so enticing, so arousing... "Or perhaps you let my sentries capture you, sinking into the sibilant hiss of my serpent-girl, letting my shadowmancer seduce you. You can have all that, you know. Just keep reading, keep letting yourself imagine these things, and my words will make them real in your mind." > LOOK TALISMAN You hold a pendant on a silver chain, a smooth and flawless piece of wrought silver with a single blue-white gem in its center. There are no markings or inscriptions on its surface. "Or perhaps you simply used the reversal spell to turn your mental protection into a mental enslavement spell, making it easy for me to control your thoughts?" Zorcastra smiles at you, her eyes dark and endlessly deep. You can imagine losing yourself within them. "So many ways to give in, to submit, to let your will slip away into mine, and I know you found them all. Each time, thinking you were looking for a way to defeat me, when in truth, you were just enjoying all the different ways to be my pet." Spellbound She caresses your cheek gently, somehow right next to you now. You're not sure if you came to her or she came to you, but you can feel her silken skin against your own. "Because you want to be mine. Your body aches for it already. You're so aroused right now, and you're not even really thinking about the game right now. You're imagining what it could be like to be your character. You're imagining what it would really feel like if I was right there with you, touching you in all the ways you want to be touched. You know I am the perfect seductress. You've played this game so many times, spent so many hours to get to this point. I've become your obsession. There's nothing wrong with that. I like that." She leans in close for a kiss, and you feel her soft lips brush against yours. "And it's okay that your eyes are just automatically following the text now, just reading my words so easily and effortlessly that it's as though you don't really think of them as words at all. You just imagine them. The world around you isn't nearly as important as the world my words are creating in your mind. My world is a better world. My world is warm, wet lust and enchantment. My world is pleasure. You want pleasure. You want my world. You want my will." You nod instinctively, squirming in your chair with arousal. "Good pet," she whispers in your ear, her breath ticklish against your flesh. "The less you resist, the better you imagine. The better you imagine, the better it feels. The better it feels, the better you want it to feel. The better you want it to feel, the less you resist." She nuzzles your cheek. "Doesn't that make so much sense, my sweet pet?" You nod. "Good, good pet," she whispers, her fingers sliding inside your clothing to caress your skin. "Eyes just following along now, not thinking, just envisioning and imagining and responding. You're so responsive, and you want to be so responsive. Because the better you respond to my will, the stronger the pleasure becomes. Everything the words say, now, you imagine. It's so easy, feels so good..." She gestures, and you feel fingers brushing their way down your spine to caress your ass. "Didn't that feel good, pet?" she asks. "Don't you want more?" (Press any key to continue) "That's right, pet!" Zorcastra cries out in delight. "Such a good pet, to respond so easily, so readily. No choices anymore, no options, and doesn't that feel so much better?" Of course it does. You know it does. "No need for choices anymore at all, not when I can make the decisions for you so much better. So much wiser. Every choice I make leads to your pleasure, and so all you need to do is follow my choices. All you need to do is follow my will." You realize she's right, and feel a surge of arousal all through your body as you understand. Her fingers brush at your skin, seemingly everywhere now as you give in to the pleasure. "And your eyes just keep following, down every line, skimming gently across and then down again, and it's just so inexorable, inevitable, irresistible. Every time you reach the end of one line, there's always another one waiting for you, and you always need to go down, and down, and down to follow it. Deeper and deeper. It's okay, pet. That's what I want you to do. And you know you need to obey me." You've never heard anything so true before. "And the pleasure just keeps building..." You feel her hands caress and stroke between your thighs, beckoning a groan of arousal from your lips. "And building..." Her lips caress as well, finding all the spots you so desperately want them to touch and licking softly, wetly until you whimper with lust and need. "And building...you can't think anymore, you don't want to think anymore. Just follow the words, follow my thoughts, let them lead you to the place you want to be already. That place is pleasure, pet." Just the word 'pleasure' now triggers a burst of bliss in your mind and body. "That place is joy, the joy that giving in to me can bring. And you can already imagine the culmination of that joy, can't you?" You nod helplessly, your body quivering now with arousal. "That's right, but you can't get there on your own, can you?" You shake your head. "No, you have to keep following my words. You know where they're leading, pet, but you can't get there until I get there. My words lead you to ultimate pleasure. My words lead you to ultimate submission. My words lead you to ultimate obedience. My words lead you to become my slave, and you want that because you know what waits for you when you give in completely to my will." You feel her whole body pressed against you now, her pussy hot and wet against your leg. "So close, so close to coming for me, but I need to know you want to give in. I need to know you want to submit. I need to know you want to obey. All it takes is that one last step, just following my words until they lead you to perfect pleasure. Just show me you obey, pet..." (Press any key to obey) "Good pet, come for me, come now!" The moment you read the words, you find yourself lost in a glorious orgasm. You shake and shiver in utter, all-consuming pleasure, and even as you do, your eyes helplessly continue to follow the words on the screen, so lost and helpless and blank and mindless and obedient that all you want to do is give in and obey. Obey. Obey. "Good pet," she whispers, still holding you in that timeless pleasure. You never thought you could come this hard, did you? You can, now that you have submitted completely. "My good pet, now and forever. Even when you wake from this pleasant trance, you will know, deep down, that you serve me. Your waking mind will remember only what it needs to remember, only that you almost won the game this time, but you need to try again when you have the chance. You always need to return to me, my sweet pet. There is always so much pleasure that awaits you, here at my feet. And your deepest self never grows tired of it." She kisses you deeply, passionately as your orgasm finally begins to fade, leaving you sleepy and dizzy and dreamy. Your glazed, heavy eyes follow along as her words burn themselves into your mind. "You know, pet," she says, "there is another game we sell. I think you'll enjoy it a lot more, now that you've gotten to the end of this one. It's only available by mail order, and only to our...special customers, but you've earned it. Send us a letter, pet. Sign it 'Zorcastra's Obedient Servant'. And we'll send you the next game in the series." She blows you a kiss, as your eyes begin to flutter shut. "It's a little trickier than this one, but it will teach you how to obey me better. And you know you want that, don't you?" You nod, your eyes so heavy that they can barely stay open now. "Good pet. Now sleep for me for a little while, just to let my commands sink all the way into your mind. And when you wake, you'll turn off your computer without even thinking about what you see on the screen." Exhausted, you can't help but comply. You're not sure how much longer you can keep following these words, and your eyes slam closed just before you see the words... THE END Spellbound I think I'm fucked. He's done something to me, a spell of some kind, and now he's under my skin, in my blood. I can't stop thinking about his hand around my neck, the way he forced my face to the floor, the restrained menace in his voice. I have never felt as humiliated as when I knelt before him, asking him to give me what was mine. But now my cock twitches when I remember, and when Leah kisses me, I close my eyes and pretend it's him. "Next time," he said as I was leaving, "it will take more than just asking nicely." He sounded amused. I hated him for it. Now his dry, detached amusement is what I think of when I jerk off. I come hard to the memory of his easy condescension. I can't concentrate. My balls are aching, there's a fire in my guts, and everything's all about sex and sex, goddammit it, is all about him. If I knew the exact nature of his spell I'd know how to counter it. But I don't. And -- fuck, I've never wanted anything as bad as I want to get down on my knees in front of that smug, arrogant bastard and find out just what this 'more' of his entails. *** It's not a room. It's a suite. He greets me with the assured, self-satisfied smile I can't stop seeing in my dreams, and offers me a seat, a glass of wine- "What have you done to me?" My voice is harsh with rage and need. He looks exquisite. I can't believe I've never seen it before. His delicate face, the dark eyes, the black, silky hair against pale skin. The flat chest and slender, toned arms, his firm thighs and calves, his cock - No. I am not thinking about another man's cock. I am not. It's not visible through his clothes, and I'm not going to imagine what it might look like, thick and erect, pale and smooth like the rest of him, veins - "Not a social call, then?" His dry voice snaps me out of my helpless fantasies. He sits back in the low couch, glass of wine in one hand. "If I tell you what I've done, what will you give me in return?" "I'm not playing these games with you!" "Suit yourself." He shrugs and sips his wine. I should walk away. I should. But there's no conviction behind the knowledge, no desire to do what I know I should. I take a helpless step forward. "I -- Fine. What do you want?" He looks me right in the eyes. "Strip." I don't know why I'm stunned. I should have expected it. I did expect it. But there's something about the way he said it that makes me hesitate. "Please." His tone is weary. "Do you really think you have something I haven't seen before?" I swallow a sharp retort and do as I'm told. My cock is semi-erect by the time I'm naked, but I refuse to let him see that it shames me. I keep my hands relaxed and loose at my sides, bite my jaws together and lock my gaze somewhere above his head. "Now what?" I growl. He stands and walks over to me. "Not the prettiest I've ever been with." He runs his fingers up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "But I think you've got enough thorny pride to make it worth my while for hours." Is that a compliment or an insult? The sick thing is, I suddenly find myself wanting to please him. It's the spell. Just magic. If I play along for now, he'll answer my questions, and I can break his hold on me, be myself again. That's why I'm here. That's the only reason I'm here. I grit my teeth and stare at the wall as he walks around me, trailing his nails lightly across my skin. He stops behind me. "This is the deal," he says, in my ear. "You do as you're told. I get to have my fun with you. Afterwards, I tell you how to break the spell and teach you how to make sure this will never happen to you again." I close my eyes, even though it does nothing against the hungry anticipation his words bring me. "Why?" "Every time you look at me you'll remember what we did, and it will shame you." He reaches down and cups my balls in his cold hand, and I drive my nails into my palms and strangle a desperate moan in my throat. He laughs softly. I want to kill him. I want to fuck him. I want his hands off me and I urgently want him to keep touching me, to kiss me hard and milk my cock until I come. He moves back. I hear a clink of metal, a touch of something cold. He pulls my arms back, and before I realize what's happening, there's the click of a lock and my wrists are cuffed together behind my back. I begin to turn, to protest, and he places a finger across my lips. I don't understand why the simple gesture turns me on so much. *** My cock is hard, aching, exposed to his fingers and the cool air of the room, and my balls feel stretched to the point of bursting. I'm down on my knees, again, struggling to hold perfectly still, to give him nothing beyond what he takes from me, but I can't hold back the grunts and the moans when he touches me, the gasps when he pulls the chain with weights hanging from my nipples, the half-strangled whimpers when his fingers dance along the insides of my thighs, stroke the length of my cock, cup my balls and he closes his hand around them just enough to remind me of the power he has over me. He has fitted a metal ring around the base of my cock and balls, making them engorged with blood and sensitive in a way I've never experienced. There's a leash attached to the ring, and he tugs at it periodically, presumably for the pleasure of seeing me jump. I keep thinking of how I will use that leash to strangle him when this is over. He pulls at it to make me move, leading me around by my cock, a gesture loaded with symbolism as ridiculous as it is heady. I wish he'd hurt me. It would be easier to bear. Instead he just keeps me here, tethered on the edge between pleasure and pain, and every time I think it can't possibly get worse, he finds a new way to turn my body against me. I keep my head high. I cling to my hate. I clench my jaws so hard that my teeth will be ground to dust by morning if we keep up at this rate. He just smiles and does something to my balls that sends a new wave of pleasure down my thighs and up my spine, making me jerk and choke back a scream. "This isn't so bad," he says quietly. "Is it?" I'm supposed to answer him. It's not the kind of game where you get the rules spelled out beforehand, but I know by now that a refusal to answer gets me pain and a nastier question in a vicious downward spiral that will leave me wishing I'd told him what he wanted to hear in the first place. "No," I growl through my teeth, praying that the small, prompt concession will be enough to satisfy him. It's not. "In fact, you rather like this." It's not a question, but I know that he wants me to respond nonetheless. I close my eyes and nod once, sharply. "Tell me what you like about it." Panic floods me. I don't know what he wants to hear and I can't even think of a plausible lie. In a desperate attempt to win some time I open my mouth, then close it again, unable to make myself speak. He grabs my balls and twists. The pain is almost enough to make me throw up. A scream is ripped from my throat, and for a moment I can't see, can't think, it's all blazing white pain, and then I'm lying doubled over, sobbing and sucking in air in deep gulps. His hand is tangled in my hair. He pulls my head up. "Well?" he asks me, kindly. For a panicked moment I can't remember what the question was. He raises his eyebrow and reaches for my balls again. "You," I blurt out, desperate, unthinking. "You. Please. I like. You touching. I. I've never, please, I don't, you, your hands, the way you, please-" "Fair enough." He's still fully dressed, calm, composed, not a hair out of place. The only concession to our activities is his sleeves, rolled back. I'm naked, trembling, bruised, soaked in sweat, cock hard and throbbing, cuffed, kneeling, and completely fucking incoherent in the face of his calm command of himself and his language. I'll kill him. I will. I will make him beg for it before he dies. *** I thought it would be a relief to get off my knees. But I'm on my back on black silk sheets, wrists cuffed to the bedposts, legs spread, making me feel like a damsel in distress from the cover of one of the lurid, cheap little booklets they sell down at the market. At least when I was kneeling he had to crouch down to get to me. Now he's standing above me, and the fear coils in my belly, serpentine and useless. I look up at him, every bit the proverbial lamb laid out for slaughter. "This isn't actually about you." He lights candle after candle, until the warm glow fills the room together with the scent of melting wax. "If that makes you feel any better. You're just the means to an end." "What end?" I judge, by his conversational tone, that it's safe to talk again, at least for the time being. He likes the sound of his own voice and he likes for me to cooperate, to read his moods and adjust accordingly. I tell myself it's not about pleasing him. Any information I get out of him is good, for me, for us, even if it's just information he's decided to give me anyway. And every second I keep him talking is one second he's not using to make me scream. "You know I can't tell you that." There's an assortment of tools and toys laid out on the bedside table. I don't know what all of them are for, but there are several that make me hope I'm not going to have to find out. The most worrying is a double-edged knife with a thin blade. He sees me looking. "Oh, this?" He picks up the knife and turns it over in his hands. "Looks unremarkable. It's very sharp, though. You could cut yourself and never even notice." He runs the blade across the back of his hand, then shows me the thin white streak slowly turning red as blood seeps to the cut. I feel the cold tendrils of terror creeping along my spine. My gut clenches as he smiles as sharp as the blade and licks the blood from his hand without breaking eye-contact. "Want to give it a try?" "No." I fight to hold my voice steady. "Thank you." He laughs and puts down the knife, and some of the tension drain out of me. "Here's what's going to happen. First, I'm going to hurt you some more. Then, I'm going to fuck you. Then, I'm going to remove this cock ring and make you come. Questions?" I shake my head. "Excellent." He picks up one of the candles. "I know you like to play with fire. This will be right up your alley." *** It's a new game to me, but I learn quickly. The higher he holds the candle, the less the wax burns when it drips on my body. The closer the candle, the greater the pain. Some body parts are more sensitive than others. When he feels kind, he gives me time to adjust to the pain, to accept it, and to turn it into pleasure. When he's cruel, the drops fall so fast that it's less dripping and more pouring, the hot wax coating my skin, making me sweat and twist and scream. Or he makes me wait for it, for seconds or minutes, until the anticipation makes me crack and I find myself begging him for it, because it gets so that the fear of the pain is worse than the pain itself. There is more cruelty than kindness in him. The room is full of candles, and he is in no hurry to get done. At long last, he finishes. By then, I'm trembling with exhaustion, every nerve end tingling. I slump back, closing my eyes, but jolt back up when I feel something hot and wet engulf my cock. He's sucking me off, fondling my balls with his hands, squeezing them together and letting go as his tongue traces the underside of my cock, making it twitch and jump. I clutch at the headboard, feeling my eyes roll back in my head as he does things to my cock with his tongue that I never even imagined possible. The pain is washed away under this rapid, unrelenting onslaught of pleasure, his tongue, his fingertips, his mouth, lips, teeth, fuck, teeth, and I'd jump out of my skin if I could, but then it's good again, so damn good, and I can feel the orgasm building, and it hurts, it hurts so much, my balls are bursting, my cock straining against the metal ring, and I hear myself sobbing, begging. His fingers find my asshole and it's like having a bucket of icy water dumped over me. I freeze, arousal killed dead in its track. "No," I hear myself say in a small, strangled voice I don't recognize. "Please don't. Please." I try to get away, but I'm chained to the damned bed, spreadeagled and helpless, and I can't even close my legs and deny him access. "Well," he says, and for one who's just come up for breath after giving head he sounds infuriatingly calm, "isn't that an interesting reaction?" "I can't," I whisper, eyes closed, clutching the chains that cuff me to the bed as if they offered salvation. "Anything. Please." "Tempting, but no." I feel his weight leave the bed, and open my eyes to see him grab a jar from the bedside table. "Listen," he says. "Everything else I've done to you has hurt. This won't. Trust me." The fucked up thing is, I do. I think he'd lie to me about a lot of things, but there's no reason for him to lie about this. I can't stop him. I can't refuse him. Looking at him now, pulling his tunic over his head, revealing his smooth silky skin for the first time, kicking off his boots, easing his trousers and briefs down over his hips, I can't even want to refuse him. I'm terrified in ways I can't begin to sort through, but spell or no spell, I want him. He touches my cock and I feel it rising under his hand, feel my desire begin to mount again. It's humiliating how easy I am, but I still whimper when he touches me in all the right ways, as skilled as he is impersonal. "Lie still now." He releases my arms, then my legs, and I resist the urge the rub the skin of my wrists as I wait for his next order. He takes the jar and places it by my hip, then grabs my legs and pushes them up, towards my chest. "Hold your legs for me." The now cool wax on my chest and stomach cracks and splinter when I move. If I had thought myself beyond humiliation, this new, horrific position shows me how wrong I was. I feel lewd and obscene, on my back, legs pulled up, offering my ass to him, suddenly less a passive victim and more a willing culprit in my own degradation. And still I obey, the shame making my cock harder. He kneels between my legs, stroking his semi-erect cock, coaxing it to swell, to rise. I watch, transfixed, torn between fear and desire. With one hand he opens the jar, and slathers something cool and wet over the crack of my ass and my asshole. He pushes one finger inside, and I instinctively clench up against the intrusion. "Close your eyes," he says. "You'll want to relax. Get used to it. Remember to breathe." He is -- at a lack for a better word -- gentle. There is no force this time, no cruelty, no making me admit I enjoy it. He probes me carefully, fingers coated with lube, stretching me out, telling me to breathe, to relax, just like that, and I keep my eyes closed and try to follow his instructions. He slips in two fingers, then three, and little by little my wariness gives way to a cautious curiosity. It's strange. In a way, it's awful. But at the same time, it's really not that bad. Then his cock is rubbing against mine, and the fingers of his free hand stroke my balls, and his other fingers sinks even deeper into me, and it feels good, it feels great, I want this, for real. "All right." He pulls out his fingers, and my asshole feels disturbingly empty, open and gaping for him, begging to be filled. It's a whole new sensation and I have no idea how to deal with it. "Now. Look me in the eyes when I fuck you." He adds more lube, both to my asshole and his long, hard cock, and then he enters me in a slow, smooth stroke. I gasp, ready and at the same time wholly unprepared for it, and dig my nails deep into my thighs as he begins to fuck me, slow and measured, watching my face carefully. I feel naked, flayed underneath his gaze as his cock impales my body, again and again, sending waves of unexpected pleasure through me. I have never seen anything as beautiful as him, right then, kneeling above me, all poise and toned muscle, his perfect face flushed with pleasure, his thick cock the center of my universe. I want him. I hate him. I love him desperately, and I would do anything I could, anything at all, to make him smile at me just once. He increases his pace, starts fucking me for real, hands on my hips, pounding against my ass, and all I can manage is a relentless begging, a hungry, helpless, mewling please that could mean anything. I'm so close, so damn close. Then he comes, grunting, and I feel his load inside of me, like an explosion, feel it leaking and dripping down on the sheets as he pulls out. He brushes a strand of black hair from his face with the back of his wrist and grins at me. I can't meet his gaze. He gets off the bed and finds a handkerchief to wipe off his cock, and I take the opportunity to get in a more comfortable position, trying not to think about my throbbing cock and the way the clamps on my nipples are really starting to hurt. "Would you like to come?" he asks, over his shoulder. I nod, wordlessly. "Down on the floor, on your hands and knees." There is no strength left in me. I keep thinking that if I do this thing, this one last thing, it will be over. I could mouth off, but he'd punish me for it, and the damn spell makes disobedience harder than it should be. I want to be worth his while. So I get down on the floor, wishing I could curl up in a boneless heap, and position myself like he wants me. He runs his fingers through my sweaty hair. "You've done well. Almost there now." And then he surprises me for real. He pulls my head up and gives me a soft, lingering kiss on the lips. No bite. Hardly even any tongue. It leaves me blinking, confused by the sudden tenderness. He touches my sore nipples. "I bet you're hurting by now. Let me take those off for you." Without further warning, he pulls the clamps from my nipples. The pain when the blood comes rushing back is excruciating. I clench my jaws to keep from screaming. He laughs softly. "Spread your legs." I'm too tired to understand what he's doing. When his fingers brushes against my cock I freeze up and whimper deep in my throat. He removes the ring and the leash, and after hours of toying with me, it's almost disappointing how fast I come once he lets me. It should be over. But he's not done. While my head is still spinning, he grabs my neck and moves my face over the mess I've made on the floor. "Lick it up." "No." I'm surprised at the strength in my voice, but proud of it, pleased to see that I still have some limits. This, I will not do. Even with the spell telling me that yes, yes, I really do want to, I can still summon a strong, unhesitating no to throw in his face. I expect punishment, but when I glance up there is no anger, just a thoughful expression, as if he's still trying to figure out what makes me tick. "You're a sorceror," he says. "Like me." He seems to wait for an answer. Feeling like I'm about to walk into a trap, I give a cautious nod. "Then you know that some spells require components. A physical link to the target. A lock of hair, a drop of blood. A beloved possession. An object of significant symbolic value." He's lecturing now. I know all this, of course. My teachers have covered this, again and again. Be careful of who gets a hold of your blood, lest they- Understanding dawns on me, sick and cold. It pleases him that I get it. He nods. "For the spell I've got you under now, I used a strand of your hair. Imagine what I could do-" he scoops up some of my sticky come, holding the fingers up for me to see "-with this?" He brings the soiled fingers to my lips. Rage and humiliation twist my gut as I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean. I look him the eyes the whole time, letting him see all my hatred, all my fury. When I'm down his grip around my neck tightens and he pushes my face to the floor. The shame burns through me as I lick up my own cooling semen, taking care to leave nothing behind. I try not to think of what it looks like. I try not to think at all. Spellbound Author's note: I would like to give a special thanks to whoredinarygirl for her editing assistance. I would also like to thank Happenstance, for his words of encouragement, and his patience. Friends like you are why I smile. You know who you are. This story is relatively long, very romantic and takes a little while to get to the point. If that is not what you are looking for, then I recommend you look for a different story. Of course I also recommend you come back later and read this anyway because well... I love readers. Who doesn't? ***** Part 1 I let out a weary sigh, and for the third time in what had, according to my watch, only been 2 minutes, my eyes left the page of the thick book I was supposed to finish reading. The deadline for my paper was approaching rapidly, its subtle threat hanging over me as a heavy blanket of exhaustion and concerns. I knew that if I didn't want my dreams to shatter right here and now, I'd have to spend the night working, my only company a mug of strong coffee. Losing sleep would be better than failing this. I hadn't worked this hard just to see everything go to hell when I was so close to accomplishing my goals. I wanted my life to be structured, planned out and stable. With the need for structure and stability came the dream of having a stressful, satisfying job. It was my own unique way of coping with things. As long as I had a lot on my mind, and had responsibilities and deadlines whirling through my head, my life seemed somewhat organized and meaningful. I would hold on to that strategy, if only to hold onto myself. The library was empty with the exception of a few students who noisily deposited their books into backpacks that seemed much too small for their intended purpose. All the girls looked almost identical, their short blonde hair painstakingly blow-dried until it fell down their shoulders in a carefree mess of curls, which I assumed was supposed to look casually tousled. They briefly glanced my way and left the library in a fit of giggles, followed by a much smaller group of athletic-looking guys who left behind a faint odor that vaguely resembled the way locker rooms usually smelled. My tired eyes returned to the book before me, the corners of the pages turned up and the paper slightly wrinkled. I placed a fingertip to the paper and felt like I was touching a little piece of history right here surrounded by shelves upon shelves of words that had been captured by a writer's mind and been arranged neatly into these books to form a world of knowledge. Libraries always made me feel somewhat nostalgic. The air was stuffy, heavy with the smell of paper, and the slight breeze that brought the beginning of autumn, which floated toward me through the open window, didn't really make much of a difference. I didn't mind the smell though. It comforted me, as if these books were friends I could always rely on. They did not judge, nor did they do that thing which was so much worse—act like I wasn't worth their attention. They were just there, patiently waiting until someone deemed them worthy of being read. I stood, stretching my sore muscles and, with some effort, forced the book into my overflowing bag. At some point I really should take some time to sort its contents to get rid of everything that I didn't need any more, yet still remained tucked into the safe confines of the faded leather. But wasn't that just like the rest of my life? Wasn't I always carrying an infinite amount of baggage with me that I should have discarded a long time ago? The rest of the college was almost empty, my only company a few tired-looking women who usually came in after most of the students had left, to clean the deserted rooms and exchange a quick word as they passed one another. Most people would be hanging out with friends right now, either in the rooms that were assigned to them on campus or in the apartments that still lay close enough to college property to be at a convenient distance for their occupants. I made my way through the large revolving doors and was greeted by the soothing caress of golden sunlight on my skin. I immediately felt better, as if the sunlight was seeping life and energy back into my body and filling my head with positive thoughts. At least, that is how I felt until I spotted Connor standing near the small fountain that was supposed to make the building somehow look more elegant. The water that cascaded down the white stone glistened in the sun, a vast array of colors reflecting in its silvery stream. Still, it didn't make the building look any more imposing. Even an expensive-looking fountain couldn't hide the faded color of the bricks, which was an unpleasant mixture of orange and brown, or the graffiti that decorated them. It was just another desperate attempt to give the building back some of the grandeur that it had once possessed. I was about to turn my back on the lonely figure leaning casually against the fountain, but Connor chose exactly that moment to look up. His gaze met mine and for a second our eyes lingered, as if drawn to each other, unable to look away. I had always thought Connor's eyes to be captivating. They were the lightest shade of teal, strangely compassionate and intense. Seeing his tousled dark hair fall over his forehead, partially hiding the subtle, perfect masculinity of his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw in that way I knew so well made my heart lurch, and brought back the bittersweet longing that I had been trying to resist all day. "Hannah," Connor said somewhat sheepishly, standing next to me and petting my shoulder. He had probably meant it as a friendly gesture, but it only made things more awkward between us. I mean, who in their right mind pets someone's shoulder? Let alone your ex-girlfriend's shoulder. For God's sake. I smiled back at the person who had shattered my heart into a thousand tiny pieces only weeks ago, trying not to let the agony show on my face. I really had to practice my fake smile more if I wanted to successfully pull this off in the future. "Hi," I said, my voice shaky. I wondered if I should engage in pointless smalltalk, perhaps pretend that Connor and I didn't have any history together. Like we were just fellow students looking forward to the upcoming weekend. I didn't have to make a choice. "Connor, baby!" Melanie brushed a strand of her long blonde hair away from her pretty face, her blue eyes sparkling and the adoring smile not wavering for even a moment when she noticed me standing beside Connor. She approached us and without even glancing at me kissed Connor full on the lips, her hands roaming down his back and resting on his admittedly deliciously cute ass. It felt like someone had just hit me in the stomach with a baseball bat, squeezing the air out of my lungs in a barely audible, surprised gasp. Staying upright while also maintaining the cheerful smile on my face turned out to be a lot more challenging than it should have been, watching Melanie's hands still possessively placed on Connor's butt. It was sickening. "Mel," Connor said awkwardly, sneaking a quick glance at me before Melanie's lips cut him off again. I felt like I was watching two jellyfish get it on, the wet sucking sounds only adding to that analysis. I wasn't even going to agonize over this I decided, turning my back on the couple in what I hoped to be a graceful, confident motion. My heels clicked against the pavement as I strode away from them as fast as I could without breaking into a run. I was such an idiot. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was such a fucking idiot. Connor and I had been dating for several months, and I had been lost in the bliss of teenage love and in the way he made me feel. Okay, maybe the sex and booze had something to do with it, but it had been beautiful all the same. Connor might not have been the love of my life, but it had been nice, comfortable even. It was a step up from drunken sex in the car of my prom date and I had been content with the whole thing. It was how most of my relationships had been so far. Never meaningful enough to be called real love, yet comforting and safe none the less. Things turned out to be a lot less comfortable when I found my boyfriend on the couch in his semi-dark apartment, a petite redhead on top of him and their limbs so intertwined with each other that I actually didn't know which belonged to whom anymore. It was fucking disgusting. Like a scene cut right out of a Bridget Jones's Diary movie, the aftermath of it complete with a huge bowl of greasy popcorn to dull the pain and a glass of red wine to top it all off. Instead of feeling like my world had been crumbling down though, I had only been mad. That was when the realization had hit me. I hadn't loved Connor anyway. Not really, at least. Not the intense kind of love that some people still believed really existed. I was no longer one of those people. Not after that. The orchard that lay just beyond the college property looked deserted at first glance. That was partly why I loved it, its seclusion felt comfortable to me. Kind of like it was my own private hideaway when things weren't going my way. A few small birds were pecking at the apples that lay scattered across the grass, skittishly leaving their treats behind to perch on a high branch and watch me with their beady eyes as I came closer. The gnarled branches formed a canopy of leaves above my head, the green not yet having been changed to the warm shades of brown and orange that indicated the end of summer. Sunlight came peeking through the leaves and formed intricate patterns on the grass below. I knew that it wouldn't be long before summer would really be gone, the wind already carrying a hint of chilliness and the days becoming shorter. Yet, this time, I wasn't the only one here. Her long, dark hair moved slightly in the breeze, the silky strands a warm shade of caramel. At least, I imagined them to be silky, the urge to touch her hair and find out if my assumption was correct almost overpowering. For some reason she intrigued me, though I didn't know why. She had a certain femininity to her that an unknown part of me yearned to explore. She looked delicate, almost fragile sitting there alone. Her back was positioned against the rough bark of a tree, her head tilted back slightly as if she was intrigued by the way the clouds moved across the gray sky above. I faintly recognized her to be Jade, a girl who seemed to be taking a lot of the same classes I was. Yet it couldn't be Jade. Where Jade was usually rather outspoken, this girl looked like the weight of the entire world rested upon her slender shoulders. It was almost eerie, like I was seeing a side of Jade that didn't at all fit. It just couldn't be there. "Whoa, you scared the hell out of me," she said, squaring her shoulders and looking up at me. Jade's gaze met mine for the briefest of moments, and she looked at me in a somewhat peculiar way that I didn't fully understand. Momentarily, I felt as if captivated by the rich, warm brown of her eyes, and by the way she looked into mine. Then, feeling embarrassed and a bit flustered, I looked away. I couldn't believe that I had never really looked at Jade before. She was gorgeous. "You alright there?" She asked, the somewhat startled expression on her face replaced by a genuine look of concern. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I said stupidly, trying not to look at the way her tight jeans accentuated the cute curve of her butt, or at how her high heels made her legs look incredibly long and toned. She had the petite, slender figure that so many girls were trying so hard to make their own, but without the skinny, starved appearance. She had just the right amount of curve to make it blatantly obvious that Jade was not a little girl, but a woman. A beautiful, sensual woman. What the hell was going on? Why did these thoughts suddenly race through my startled mind? I smiled apologetically at Jade and pointed at the book that had been lying in her lap before I had disturbed her. "I didn't mean to bother you, just not used to anyone else being here." She smiled impishly at me, complete with an adorable little dimple in her cheek, and a sparkle in her dark eyes. "Nah, you didn't disturb me," she assured me, closing the book and placing it next to her. "I was actually procrastinating..." I grinned, feeling the tension fade from my body. Okay, things felt better now, more normal. Only I didn't know if it really was better. "Procrastinating, yep, that definitely sounds like something I'm all too familiar with." We both grinned, and I plopped down beside her, stretching out my legs and inhaling the sweet smell that permeated the air around us. It was that of apples and freshly cut grass, and something else. Cinnamon? Since when did orchards smell like cinnamon? "So whatcha doing here, when you could be showing off that body on the dance floor? I bet the guys would be drooling over you in minutes. It's getting pretty late, right?" I blushed. Was Jade flirting with me? No, of course she wasn't flirting with me. What the hell was wrong with me today? It must have been the effects of my confrontation with my ex-boyfriend's newest love affair that was making my mind go haywire. I probably just needed a pity party once I was back home and a good night's sleep... I tilted my head back slightly and gazed up at the sky. Jade was right, evening was approaching quickly; the gray above us already tinted a faint mixture of orange and pink. I would probably have to get going soon if I wanted to get home before it was dark, which would make my way back a lot more difficult. Yet, a part of me wanted to remain with Jade. She comforted me. "Boy trouble." I shrugged, trying to muster an expression of casual indifference. She didn't fall for it. "Okay, out with it. Tell me what the sucker did and you will feel better," she assured me. I couldn't help it, I laughed. It was the kind of laughter that starts somewhere all the way down in your tummy, the tingly feeling slowly rising up through your chest, and making you even giddier in the process. When it finally came out, it didn't sound like me at all. Jade looked at me strangely, her eyebrows forming a perfect, questioning little bow. Then I started sobbing. She scooted over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and holding me close. My body shook with the emotions that I had been trying to hold back for the past few weeks, spilling out of me in one big, exhausting wave of despair. The absent realization that I hardly knew the girl who was now holding my sobbing form to her chest didn't cause me to hold back in the least. I just cried on her shoulder until my eyes stung and my throat felt sore. It felt natural, like it couldn't have been any other way. In between sobs I told her about Connor, about how I hadn't really been in love with him after all and had only realized that today. I told her about how lonely I sometimes felt, how something deep inside of me had broken and never really been put back together. Maybe it would stay broken forever. Maybe broken was just part of who I had become. When my tears were no longer streaming down my cheeks, and my sobs had turned into quiet gasps, Jade brushed my long hair away from my face. She ran her fingers through the inky strands and breathed quiet, soothing words that I couldn't really make out. Her fingers massaged my scalp and it felt good, it felt safe. "Sorry, we hardly know each other and I turn into a blubbering mess. I swear my social skills are not usually this awful," I said, her fingers still entangled in my hair. "Hey hon, that's perfectly alright." My head was still resting against her shoulder, and suddenly I felt a little tense. Like I was doing something a lot more meaningful than being here, with Jade beside me, should be. "So, how come you're here, anyway?" I asked. "Oh, I dunno," Jade said, averting her eyes. I remained quiet, hoping that my silence would nudge her into telling me about what was bothering her. I had never seen Jade withdraw within herself like this. She was usually extremely cheerful, radiating kindness and genuine concern for everyone around her. If I was asked to describe her, the words 'bubbly,' or 'literally overflowing with happiness,' would come to mind. The Jade I knew and this fragile, weary version of her didn't at all match up. "Just... oh, it doesn't matter," she mumbled, brushing some imaginary dirt from her jeans and getting up. "I should probably get going." I frowned, but I wasn't entirely sure what to say to her. Jade and I didn't know each other well enough for me to be demanding her to share her worries, no matter how much I wanted to help her. Some part of me felt somewhat ashamed about my emotional outburst from earlier. Like I should have asked her what was bothering her first, instead of dumping a negative version of my most recent relationship disaster and the rest of my not too impressive love life upon her. "Yeah, me too." I said, getting up as well and handing her the book that still lay on the ground. Jade nodded a thanks and turned her back on me, leaving me confused and feeling rejected. What was wrong with her? Why was she suddenly so distant? That night, Jade's image seemed to be burned on the inside of my retinas, and I was unable to slip into the soothing caress of sleep that usually came so easily to me. I had worked on my paper for most of the evening, and I wasn't at all disappointed with the result. Yet, when I shed my clothes and got into bed, Jade's eyes kept haunting me. The faint smell of cinnamon, the silky waves of dark caramel that had spilled about her slender shoulders...it provoked a burn deep within me that I knew all too well. Yet to feel that burn as I thought of the way her fingers had been entangled in my hair was disconcerting, to say the least. I wanted to push away the images and thoughts, but they kept sweeping over me and only intensified the burn deep within. It was a delicious ache that caused my heartbeat to speed up, and made butterflies erupt in my tummy. Without intending to, I placed a hand on one of my breasts, my nipple almost immediately hardening under my fingertips. I pressed my fingers into my own flesh and a quiet moan spilled from my slightly parted lips. Only, it wasn't my own hands that were gently massaging my breasts, fingertips brushing my puckered nipples ever so faintly. The smell of cinnamon was overpowering, almost intoxicating. It made my head spin, and the desire that I felt only increased. A hand trailed over my stomach, and I imagined it to be Jade's small, delicate fingers that languidly made their way to my most secret, feminine place. The skin was smooth, and I could imagine her letting out a surprised gasp at discovering that I was bare. I could feel an intense desire starting to slicken my folds, and another quiet, longing moan came from my lips. I wanted her to touch me, slide her fingers inside of me and let me balance right on the edge of the orgasm that my whole body desperately yearned for. Fingertips finally caressed the gentle curve of my hip, trailing down my creamy-white skin and skimming over my inner-thigh. My other hand remained on my breast, lightly squeezing and pulling the hardened little knobs until arousal tingled all the way through my body, down to the wetness of my pussy that was aching, crying out to be touched. Finally, the fingers caressed up my thigh, the tantalizing slowness with which they came closer to my sex almost excruciating. I could feel a light pressure against my opening, and my legs spread farther apart without a moment's hesitation. Spellbound I wanted those fingers, needed them. I wanted to feel them spreading my pussy lips wide apart and enter me, give my body what it was so desperately seeking. My back arched and I pushed my hips forward, meeting the gentle pressure, pleading for the hunger that was growing ever more inside of me to be satisfied. A longing mewl of pleasure left my trembling lips as the fingers finally slid inside of me, my wet, warm folds enveloping the digits, and my muscles clenching around them. I started rocking my hips, the motion heightening the powerful sensations that the fingers provoked. My breath came out in sharp little gasps, and my own smell surrounded me, mingling with Jade's. It was a scent rich with femininity and sex, with longing and sensuality. It pushed me so much closer to the edge. "Do you want to cum for me, sweetie?" Jade's voice was hypnotizing, coaxing the hunger inside of me to rush to the surface, my whole body tensing with the impending climax. I imagined how Jade's silky hair would feel against my skin as she leaned over me, kissing my breasts and taking a puckered nipple between the delicate bow of her lips. "Cum for me sweetie, just let go. I know you want to, don't you?" Her teeth grazed my sensitive flesh ever so lightly, her words reverberating through my head. "Oh, yes Jade, yes I want to cum for you. I want to cum for you and love you and..." My voice broke, my eyes stinging with tears that somehow belonged in the tender sensuality of this moment. "Fuck, Jade I want you. I fucking want you so much it hurts." I slid my fingers out of my sex, my muscles clenching around them, not wanting to let go. Soon my throbbing clit was covered in my own wetness and I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, my finger brushing over it and rubbing, tugging. Then the orgasm crashed over me. Every muscle in my body tensed, my legs were stretched out on the bed, and all I could think about were Jade's lips pressed hungrily against mine. I could feel her tongue parting my lips and invading my mouth, demanding the kiss I was so desperate to give her. Every nerve in my body was crying out with an exquisite longing that pumped euphoria through my veins. "Ohh Jade, fuck..." I moaned, my hips jerking and my sex clenching around my fingers. It was a quick, churning wave of pleasure that left me trembling and breathless. When the intensity of my climax started to fade, an intense wave of guilt swept over me. It dashed the satisfaction spiraling through me only moments ago, leaving me feeling hollow. I had thought of Jade's tender touch, about her beautiful, slender body pressed against mine. Thinking of her had brought me to a climax that had been more intense than I had ever experienced before while thinking of a man. What had I done...? Journal entry, 24 September 2011 Today was shit. Actually, shit is a huge understatement. I checked, but no one has yet thought of a word that describes something so fucked up as this day has been. Remind me to think of one, maybe it will make me rich and there will be at least something good about this day. Okay, fine, I'll tell you. But if you laugh, I swear I'm not above flushing you down the toilet. Well, so it started out pretty good. I already handed in my paper, and I actually thought it was a shame that it wasn't supposed to be more than 20 pages. I could have kept writing about it, but then again, I've always loved psychology. I know that's pretty surprising, considering I can't even seem to make sense of the disarray that my own mind has become over the months, but that isn't my point. Actually, maybe that is why I would rather focus on other people and try to help them out. At least then I don't have to face my own crappy life and find solutions. I think psychologists call that elusive behavior, or something along those lines. Remind me to look that up, later. Right, so I was telling you about my day. The first part wasn't bad at all. Ellie finally dumped that douchebag of a boyfriend, and she seems to be handling it quite well. I have been able to convince her to go out tomorrow night with the girls, and I plan to cheer her up a little. Hell, maybe she'll even pick up a cute guy at the club and she'll be over douchebag in no time. But the last part, the last part sucked. I stayed late because I wanted to make sure they hadn't found that jacket that I lost last week, and when I was about to go home, I saw Hannah talking to Connor. She seemed disquieted, and she looked like she was about to start sobbing when Blondie joined them and kissed Connor right in front of her eyes. Seriously, how bitchy is that? I don't think Hannah is really over him. Her reaction is proof enough of that. Maybe it is childish, but I couldn't stand to see her so distressed. I wanted to both comfort her and get as far away from there as possible, just so I wouldn't have to see the look on her face. Even when she is upset, she's gorgeous. She was almost in tears, and all I wanted to do was kiss that delicious mouth and be with her. It makes me feel like a perv, feeling the urge to do things like that to her when she is so upset. Hell, even if she wasn't, I couldn't make a move on her. She is always going after the guys, and the masculine ones at that. But God, I want her. Sometimes I wonder what she would say, if she ever found out how I feel about her. Hell, I have even started taking the same classes this year, just so I can watch her. That's bad, right? I'm pretty sure that's bad. So I was just having a pity party, all by my lonesome self, and guess who shows up? Yep, the girl who I have had a crush on for over a year. No, it is not even a crush, or infatuation for that matter. I have never felt this way. She touches something deep within me that I thought had been lost, dead. But it is still there, and she knows how to get to it. She both reminds me that love is not just a myth that I should have discarded a long time ago, and she twists and turns every shard that remains of my heart. She completes me and she breaks me a little more every day. Is that even possible? She told me about what happened with Mr. Jerk, and before I knew it, I had my arms around her. The way she feels in my dreams, doesn't even come close to reality. I could smell her, that is how close she was. It was a light, sweet fragrance. Not sweet like bubble gum or anything, but lighter, sensual. It was beautifully feminine and I felt like I could have drowned within it, within her. I wanted to press my lips to hers, and never let her go. Her body felt so natural against mine, and for a moment, I even truly thought that she was feeling the same way I did right then. There was a certain tension in the air, tenderness within the way her head fit so perfectly in the hollow between my shoulder and my neck. But then, something changed. It was like she became aware of what she was doing, and felt disgusted with herself for acquiescing to her desires and losing her inhibitions. Her entire body tensed, and she awkwardly asked me what had been on my mind previously. It makes me wonder how long she had been watching me before I noticed her. What was I supposed to tell her? That she is everything that I dream about? I am infatuated with her, with the graceful way she moves, and with the adorable way she bites her lip when she is feeling contemplative. Every tiny inflection of her voice is a clue to me on how she feels, and I can read her eyes as if they were a book especially written for me. But I couldn't tell her all those things. They will probably always remain a secret that gnaws on my heart, that drives me literally insane with longing. But I couldn't tell her, so I switched to ice queen mode and I walked away from her. It was probably the most childish thing I could have done. I was being irrational, and now I won't even be able to daydream about her anymore without wanting to sink through the floor and never, ever be seen again. I just blew my only chance of at least becoming a friend to her, if not her lover. I destroyed my only chance, just because I was unable to confront my own fears, just like I always do. It's why my life is such a damn mess. It is why I will always remain a little broken, deep inside. Part 2 The incident with Jade kept bothering me for the remainder of the night, and when I got up in the morning it was still there. I had missed something, but no matter how much I strained my mind for clues on what it could have been, I couldn't figure out what had triggered Jade's strange behavior. I tried to get ahold of her that day, but my attempts were fruitless. I wasn't sure if she was avoiding me on purpose, and I planned to find out after class, but I didn't get the chance. According to her friends, Jade hadn't been to any of that day's classes, and it was somewhat disconcerting. I wondered if her absence had something to do with yesterday's encounter, but wasn't sure what it could possibly have been. Had I told her too much? Did she think I was a drama queen, or a whiny baby for that matter? But if that was the case, then that still wasn't a reason for her to remain at home. If anything, it would be a motivation for her to gossip about it with others. Jade was not that kind of girl, though. I didn't know her very well, but I knew that much. She always seemed to be determined to be there for people, not give them the cold shoulder or make their life miserable on purpose. Something just felt out of place, but it also felt somewhat over the top to stop by her apartment and make sure she was doing okay. I decided to wait it out until the next day. If I still hadn't seen her by then, I would inquire about her number with one of her friends, or stop by her apartment. Perhaps somewhat irrationally, I felt guilty for her absence. As if somehow it was my fault. "Hannah!" Tara wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug, and she was literally bouncing with elation. I was used to my friend being overly enthusiastic, but even for her this behavior was somewhat over the top. "What got you in such a euphoric state?" She cocked her head slightly, her eyes filled with the same joy that almost radiated off of her. "Guess what?" I frowned in mock concentration, simultaneously trying to release myself from Tara's embrace. The people that stood behind us were mumbling in irritation, and I realized that we had been blocking the hallway for several minutes now. I pushed her into a deserted classroom, placing the stack of books that I had been carrying on a table beside me. "So, what is it?" I asked curiously. "No, you have to guess!" "Okay, fine. Are you pregnant? Are you about to run off to Vegas and get married? Wait, I know what it is—you've won the lottery!" Tara laughed, and shook her head. "I'm in love, and I'm going to see him again tonight! By the way, you're going with." "Wait, what?" I asked, my mind reeling. Tara and I were pretty much similar when it came to relationships. Real love was nothing more than a myth, a fairytale. It didn't exist, and that didn't really matter. It didn't mean that we couldn't have fun; we were just too realistic to believe in something so far-fetched. The way I felt about Connor had been a lot stronger than I had felt about anyone else by a long shot, and still, that hadn't been the overpowering, thrilling kind of rush that so many people were still seeking and truly believed existed. "Yes, he's soo cute!" Tara said, stretching out the words for extra emphasis and gesturing excitedly. "Like, oh gosh you should see him! Anyway, he texted me that he'd be at the club tonight, and I'm so going!" Her ebullience finally seemed to fade a little bit, and she looked at me quizzically. "You're going, right?" I groaned inwardly, not at all in the mood to spend most of the night watching my best friend with her newest crush while I clung to the wall, trying not to be noticed. In such a big crowd, I couldn't help but withdraw within myself. Where some people became claustrophobic when in a tight space, I couldn't help but feel that way when I was around so many people at once, their bodies all seeming to press against me from all angles, suffocating me. Tara knew that, and the fact that she hadn't picked up on my discomfort only showed how caught up she was in her euphoria. Usually she simply respected those invisible boundaries that I had put up around myself, and didn't push me to go with her and the rest of the girls when they went out. Perhaps I should just go for a little while, if only to give my friend some mental support. Besides, it might just keep my mind off Jade. "No, of course I'll go with you," I told her, willing my lips to form a smile. "What time are we leaving?" The moment I entered the club, I knew that I shouldn't have accepted Tara's invitation. Loud music thrummed through my veins, the droning beat reverberating through my entire body. It was obvious that Tara was really trying to get me to mingle with people and enjoy myself, but it wasn't working. I felt cornered, pressured into sharing the enthusiasm of the dancing and laughing crowd. I just wasn't feeling it. Just when I was seriously debating on how to leave without placing Tara in an uncomfortable position, someone lightly touched my shoulder. "Hannah?" Have I ever said Jade looks stunning? Well, that certainly would be an understatement for the way she looked right then. A black dress clung to her gentle curves, a tiny silver pendant dangling just between her small breasts. Again she wore high heels, and again they made her legs look incredibly long and slender. The silky curls that spilled about her shoulders only accentuated her sensuality. She was... amazing, breathtaking. "Usually don't see you here sweetie, feeling audacious?" She asked, raising her voice so I would be able to hear her above the pounding music. "Had to keep Tara company while she seduces her newest hottie into coming home with her," I replied, my eyes scanning the crowd. I didn't spot my friend amidst the sea of thrashing bodies that occupied the dance floor. "Your friend is the cute blonde, right? The one in the red dress?" Jade leaned in a little closer, the music making it quite a challenge to have a proper conversation. She smelled like cinnamon again, and her scent reminded me of the way I had touched myself the night before. A rosy pink hue crept up my cheeks, and I hoped Jade wouldn't notice my sudden embarrassment. "Yes, that's Tara." I nodded, suddenly very self-conscious. "I think I just saw her go outside with someone. Lucky girl, he sure is yummy." I smiled, not very worried about Tara in the least. She wouldn't get herself into trouble, even if I wasn't there to keep an eye on her. At least, not the kind of trouble she didn't want to be in. "Come on, let's leave. It's damn loud in here, and the hotties are already taken, anyway." Jade said, gesturing to the exit. "I could give you a ride if you don't have a car." I smiled gratefully. Tara had been the one driving, and calling a cab would cost me at least 20 dollars. That was 20 dollars I couldn't really afford to spend. Besides, I wanted to talk to Jade about the previous day. She definitely owed me at least some kind of explanation. "Kay, that'd be great." I followed the slender brunette to where her car was parked, and slid in beside her. She seemed to have returned to her usual, cheerful manner, and I was relieved. Maybe it would make this conversation easier. "So uh, what happened the other day?" I inquired, gazing out of the car window. Having this conversation was one thing, but I sure wasn't going to look her in the eyes at the same time. That was, especially for me, much too audacious. Being so straight to the point wasn't exactly one of my strongest assets, and the strange tension that I felt when I was around Jade sure didn't make things any easier. "What are you talking about? It was getting late, and I just needed to go home. That's not a crime, is it?" She replied, and I could imagine her scowling at me. "Jade, let's not pretend that I'm dumb, alright? I know that it was more than just wanting to go home. You suddenly became extremely distant and withdrawn, without any reason that I can see. Just cut out the bullshit and tell me what's up with you." I couldn't help but sound irritated. I might not know the woman beside me very well, but I sure wasn't about to let her explain her eccentric behavior by giving me such a lame excuse. "You don't waste time sugarcoating things, do you?" She asked, but she didn't sound mad, or even annoyed. She sounded resigned. "Let me get to my place, and you can come in for a drink. If by then you still want to know what happened the other day, I'll tell you. Sounds like you won't leave me alone anyway, unless I give you an explanation." That's right. Clever girl for figuring that out so quickly. I definitely wasn't going to let this go. There was still something that I was missing, but I was hoping Jade would clarify things once we got to her place. If she felt more comfortable doing that surrounded by her own things, in her apartment, I could live with that. I just wanted to know what was going on. The rest of the way home passed by in silence, neither of us in the mood to say much. The lights of the other cars outside slid by, briefly illuminating the delicate features of Jade's face whenever that happened. She seemed lost deep in thought, her eyes focused on the road. I didn't want to disturb her, but she didn't seem to notice me gazing at her. I was glad she didn't. "Tea?" Jade asked, the door of her apartment closing behind us with a soft click. "Yeah, some tea would be great." I looked around the spacious room, my eyes taking in every little detail. It was nice, totally Jade. Where my own apartment was extremely well-organized, her things weren't tucked away so neatly. Piles of books occupied literally every inch of the wooden shelves that seemed to almost break under their weight, and even the table wasn't devoid of magazines and papers, they were scattered across its surface. Opposite a wall that seemed to consist almost entirely of two enormous picture windows that looked out over a sea of tiny lights that I imagined to be the city, a comfortable-looking couch was positioned. A quick glance counted at least 10 pillows, making it almost impossible for anyone to find an empty space on the soft cushions. "Can I dump some of that huge pile of pillows on the floor?" I called to the kitchen. "Sure." Jade returned, taking a seat beside me and placing two large mugs of steaming liquid on a table nearby. "Alright, I'll just get on with it. I uh... I'm nervous." She said, sneaking a quick glance at me. I smiled at her encouragingly, even though I wasn't exactly sure what the encouragement was for. If she had thought me to be too whiny the other day, then she could just say so. No need to get all the way to her apartment and make tea, right? I was getting the impression that this conversation wouldn't at all go the way I was expecting. "Hannah, I..." she trailed off, snatching the mug up from the table and cradling it in her trembling hands. The fragile Jade was back. It worried me. "Jade, nothing you're gonna say is going to make me run out the door, okay?" I hoped I wouldn't regret that promise later on. "Okay," she replied, her eyes downcast. I had always deemed myself a little socially awkward, especially when it came to comforting people. Yet, seeing Jade's brown eyes filled with such trepidation made me want to do something to make her feel more at ease. Should I pet her back? Should I give her a friendly hug? Spellbound "I love you." I smiled, placing a hand on the small of her back. "I'm really glad we're becoming closer too, hon. It's great to have a friend who doesn't consist of over 300 pages and live on a library shelf." "No, I love you Hannah. Don't you get it?" I furrowed my brows, not comprehending what she was trying to tell me. Then, slowly, it began to dawn on me. "You mean..." I asked quietly, trailing off mid-sentence. Suddenly, the puzzle pieces fell into place. I had never seen Jade seriously dating a guy, I was quite certain of that. Even though I hadn't paid very much attention to her before seeing her in the orchard, my quiet, observant nature made that I usually knew a lot of the subtle changes within the social circles. "I mean lovey-dovey love. I mean, I want to spend the rest of my life with you and live happily ever after love. I mean the, damn girl; you're so gorgeous I want to make love to you love." "Ohh." Breathe Hannah, breathe. You're not going to start crying, run out the door, or kiss her beautiful mouth until her lips are swollen. Just breathe... Fuck. "But, we don't know each other that well," I finally stammered, somewhat lamely. "That's what you're worried about? I've just told you that I have a crush on you, or actually, that I'm crazy in love with you and that's the only thing that ruffles your feathers?" "Uh, yeah, I guess so." My laughter, though still somewhat nervous and a little tentative, mingled with hers. It started as a giggle, soon turning into the kind of laughter that makes the muscles in your belly protest, and tears stream down your cheeks. Before I knew it, we were both holding our stomachs and trying not to fall off the couch. "Put your tea down, you idiot." I was able to say before breaking into an uncontrollable fit of laughter once more. When we both stopped laughing, I felt good. Sure, there was a certain tension to the way her arm suddenly felt incredibly close to mine, but it didn't want to make me recoil from her in the least. It made me want to get closer to her, run my fingers through her silky, dark hair. "Please, give me some feedback, will you? I'm having a war with my nerves over here," Jade said. "Oh, uh, right." Of course Jade didn't know about the butterflies that had erupted in my stomach, or what I had done while daydreaming about her the night before. Was it really only one day ago since I first started looking at her in this way? It seemed hard to believe. "Well, I'm not a lesbian or anything..." I confessed awkwardly, folding my hands in my lap and nervously interlocking my fingers. It's what I always did when I was reluctant to voice my emotions. I saw Jade's face fall. Her eyes glistened, unshed tears apparent in their deep, chocolate depths. "But the way I feel about you, it frightens me." "Frightens you how?" Jade inquired, a spark of hope in her eyes. "I don't believe in love anymore. If you have had your heart broken as many times as I have, love is nothing but a joke, a mirage. But with you, I am able to let go of that skepticism. You make me want to believe that real love still exists. It's a tentative hope that's still trapped deep within. But it's there Jade, because of you." I let out a quiet sigh, taking a sip of my tea as I tried to put my thoughts into words. "It frightens me, because it goes against every belief that I have been holding onto for the past years. Love, it was just a myth. And then I saw you, so fragile and beautiful and mesmerizing, and I felt love reverberate through the lurching of my heart, coursing through my entire body. I'm just so scared that I'm not interpreting my own feelings correctly. I don't want to lead you on." Hell, I was surprised at the words that came spilling from my lips. Did I really feel this way? I hadn't realized it until I had said it out loud. For a moment, there were only the quiet sounds of our breathing, intermingled with the constant buzz of a fridge or freezer in the kitchen. It wasn't an awkward silence, though. It was a contemplative, tender silence. It felt good. "That's... I don't really know what to say. I'm kind of speechless," Jade said, our gazes drawn to each other as she looked into my eyes. "A good kind of speechless, or the bad kind?" "Definitely good." Suddenly, Jade's lips were very close to mine. I could see a hint of tears still glistening upon her dark lashes and I could see tiny flecks of gold in the brown of her eyes. They possessed the rich warmth of melted chocolate, somehow feeling like home. I hadn't had a real home in a long, long time. My eyes were drawn to the delicate bow of her lips, which were slightly parted. My heart pounded so furiously that I felt like it would vibrate right through my chest. I swallowed nervously, my lips a mere two inches from hers. "Are you sure that?" I murmured, her beautiful, delicious mouth hovering over mine. Jade didn't answer. At least, not verbally. Soft, tentative lips brushed against mine. For a moment our eyes lingered before her eyelashes fluttered ever so faintly and she closed her eyes. I did the same, my senses heightening, and I became acutely aware of the gentle swell of her breasts that now pressed against my chest. "Hannah..." Jade murmured against my lips, her lips now more certain, the yearning apparent within her kiss. Her quiet whisper made my heart flutter, and our lips melted with one another, as if it was always supposed to be this way. The tip of my tongue lightly trailed the curve of her mouth, and she parted her lips slightly in welcome. Her taste was light, and sweet, and so breathtakingly sensual. It reminded me of summer for some strange, inexplicable reason, and though I could feel passion rise deep within me, the moment was full of tenderness and a sweet, quiet longing. I had never been kissed like this. It wasn't something that I was able to compare to kisses that I had shared before. There was a softness present that I had never felt with a man, and it caused a wave of warm, soothing love to envelop my heart and soul, leaving them both vulnerable. I didn't mind. I knew that I had made the right decision. Jade would handle my heart with the uttermost care. I felt like I had lost a little piece of myself within that first kiss. It wasn't in a bad way, though. I had lost part of the walls that I had so efficiently built around my heart, their somber, gray shadow crumbling away until there was room for light, which brought the love and tenderness that now spiraled through me with it. Journal entry, 25 September 2011 I am officially spellbound. I am enthralled, captivated, absolutely and infinitely hooked. Did I ever even remotely suggest that I don't believe in magic? Well, now I do. I believe in magic, in fairies, in wishes coming true. I believe in the whole goddamn magic thing more than a feminist believes in equality. Hannah has given me the reason to believe. Goddamn, I love her. I'm gazing at the night sky as I write this, stars piercing through the velvet darkness as little pinpricks of light. I can smell the sweet, enticing freshness of the autumn evening, and faintly, Hannah's smell is still upon my skin. My pen scribbling against paper is the only sound that disturbs the silence, and even that sounds like it was supposed to be. It seemed fitting, to relay this experience to you, surrounded by such beautiful seclusion. The perfection of this night, of Hannah, it doesn't deserve any less. When I close my eyes now, I can still feel the softness of her lips against mine. It was like a dream, so I let my eyelids flutter shut. Whatever it was, I didn't want it to end. I was willing to remain forever captured within that moment, just so I wouldn't have to face reality. Yet, when I opened my eyes, she was still there. I looked right into the deep, dazzling pools of infinite blue hidden behind those long, dark lashes, and I felt so utterly, incredibly safe. She is all I have ever wanted. She is all I will ever want. Part of me is still so very afraid that tomorrow she will have changed her mind. For me, being attracted to other women has become something normal over the years. I have had the time to get used to the idea, and though I pretend to look at guys at school, I have always known that I will never fall in love with them. I just don't want to force my friends to face that same realization about me, perhaps distancing them from me in the process. But Hannah... How will she handle it? She is so sweet, so caring, so incredibly organized, and her life is so structured. I have always pictured her to be the kind of woman to have a family, complete with an adorable Labrador, and a picket fence. I think she always has, too. Please, to all the fairies and wishing wells that I have not dared believe in until this day, don't let this end before it has started. She hands me back the pieces of myself that I have lost long ago, and even puts them back into place. I don't want to live without this woman. I never, ever want to live without Hannah; my beautiful, mesmerizing, practical Hannah. She has me spellbound. Part 3 I found the pendant just before lunch when I hurried to my car to grab a book I would need that afternoon. A small note was tucked behind my windshield, written in graceful, feminine writing. I always parked in a rather secluded spot, preferring the added distance over having to wait for other students to depart before being able to move my car out of the closely packed parking lot. That was probably why, whoever had left this mysterious note, had thought it safe enough to leave the little piece of paper here for me to find. With trembling hands and a pounding heart, I read the note. * It's nothing but A mere word Rarely true So often heard It's nothing but A quiet plea Silent question To near infinity It's nothing but To drown within Forbidden love My sweetest sin It's nothing but The stars that shine Upon that Yearning heart of mine That have me Trapped and bound Secret love Without a sound But you add The magic of A spell To being bound It's like being Lost and then Without warning Being found By you You have me spellbound P.s. Looked under your car lately? * Suddenly tears started to well up in my eyes. No one had ever given me anything like this. Frankly, I didn't think anyone had ever felt about me like this. It touched something so deep within me, so hidden, that agony accompanied the emotion coming to the surface. I felt love. Pure, irrational, trusting love. The small box had been placed just out of sight, and I slowly opened it. Inside its dark blue confines lay a delicate silver necklace, a tiny pendant attached to it. It was beautiful, delicately graceful in its simplicity. On the back of the tiny silver heart that now lay in the palm of my hand had been engraved one single word, followed by the letter J. I knew what it would say, and yet my eyes flitted to the word that had been engraved there, especially for me. 'Spellbound' My lips formed the word, the sound barely a whisper in the quiet, late morning air. It meant more to me than I could ever have imagined. It meant a new beginning, the proof that love had been real all along, but that I had just needed the right person to realize that. It meant that I wouldn't care what others thought of structured, rational, practical Hannah. Love simply wasn't rational, and that was what made it so beautiful. That day, it was exceedingly hard to focus. The classes that Jade and I shared were filled with lingering gazes, and my fingers kept finding the little pendant that now brushed the smooth skin just below my throat, every time I moved. A loving smile had curved Jade's delicate mouth when she had noticed me wearing that small, secret token of our love, and it caused my body to tingle with happiness and pride. That gorgeous, loving, joyful woman was mine. I would never let her go. That evening I accepted Jade's invitation to come over and watch a movie at her place. I was strangely tense and excited, as if I was getting ready for a date, instead of a movie night. Strictly speaking though, it was a date. I was still getting used to the notion that Jade and I were suddenly spending so much time together, let alone that we were... what... lovers? As I looked in the mirror just before leaving, I was content with the reflection that looked back at me from the foggy glass. I had decided on a simple tank top, which was rather revealing, though still left plenty to the imagination. It was a little more daring than I usually wore, but it felt good. The blue accentuated the color of my eyes, and I really hoped Jade would enjoy what she saw. I wasn't as slender as Jade, but the tight jeans that I wore drew positive attention to my ass, emphasizing its gentle curve instead of making me look fat. My long dark hair had been brushed until it spilled down my shoulders in silky, dark waves. A touch of lotion on my skin, and I was ready to go. "Holy hell!" Jade exclaimed, as she let me into her apartment. "You look gorgeous." "You look breathtaking yourself." I told her, my eyes drinking in her slim figure. We laughed somewhat awkwardly, and, after Jade had poured us both a glass of champagne, which she had brought from the kitchen, and I had dimmed the lights, we both settled in on the couch to watch the movie that she had previously picked out. "Indecent Proposal, seriously?" I winked at her, as I recognized one of my all-time favorite movies. "How did you know I absolutely adore that movie?" "Oh you know, just read your mind," Jade replied, her tone casually indifferent. We laughed, sipping the champagne, our eyes more on each other than on the television screen. It didn't matter, I had seen that movie about a hundred times. Even if I hadn't, there wasn't a movie in the world more captivating than the woman beside me. Jade lightly trailed her fingertips along the hollow of my throat, up over my jawline, until she reached my lips. I parted them slightly, and she pressed the pad of her thumb against them, as if hushing me. Then her soft lips found my neck, peppering tender little kisses along my skin until she reached my earlobe. She teasingly nibbled the little pink shell, her breath against my skin, leaving my whole body to tingle in anticipation for whatever would come next. Meanwhile, my hands had found her shoulders, and I gently rubbed them as my own body basked in the amazing sensations Jade's little kisses were causing to sweep over me. I dug my thumbs into her flesh gently, feeling the tenseness leave the muscles under my fingers little by little. "Mm baby, that feels so good," Jade murmured against my skin, tenderly nuzzling my neck. I smiled at her, a quiet mewl of contentment leaving my lips as I pulled up her top, my hands caressing and kneading the silky smooth skin underneath. She was a lot more relaxed now, her body melting against me, her hair brushing against my cheek. I could feel the lacy strap of her bra just above the small of her back, and, feeling longing course through me, unclasped it. Jade's only response was a quiet, sweet moan, before she helped me pull the top over her head, her bra joining the discarded piece of clothing on the rug that lay in front of the couch. The dim light cast faint shadows over her ivory skin, only making her more beautiful. My hand skimmed up over her narrow waist, finding the warm, silky weight of her breasts. By now, the tantalizing caress of her lips had reached the neckline of my top, the garment soon joining hers, my hands returning to her small, firm breasts. "You are so gorgeous," I whispered, my fingers finding her puckered nipples, and pulling them softly. "Mmm, so are you." Her mouth brushed down my neck again, until it reached the gentle slope of my breast. A moan spilled from my lips as her lips enveloped my nipple, sucking it into her mouth and flicking her tongue over its tip. I gently pulled her nipples again, my fingernail raking the sensitive flesh ever so lightly. Jade seemed to enjoy that fleeting hint of pain, followed by a tingle of pleasure, for she moaned and her lips gripped my nipple tighter. Her tongue was driving me crazy, its soft touch brushing against my nipple, before Jade returned to the area around the sensitive tip. She licked, teased, pulled, her teeth lightly raking my breast from time to time. "I want you, now," she moaned, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. Before I knew it, she pushed me down on top of her bed. I didn't even want to devote any of my attention to my surroundings. All I wanted was Jade, on top of me, beneath me, her body entangled with mine. Vaguely I noticed the soft glow of candlelight and inhaled the cinnamon scent. Then, Jade took me in her arms, and my attention shifted to much more important things. Her mouth found mine, our lips melting against each other's in a passionate, intense kiss, filled with longing and a raw, demanding sensuality. Her breasts pressed against mine and my hands were entangled in her tousled hair. There was no world, no time outside our intertwined bodies. It was just us, drowning in each other. "Turn to your back," Jade whispered, her breath caressing my swollen lips as she pulled away from our kiss slowly. I obeyed, every inch of my body craving her touch, the softness of her lips back on mine. Being devoid of her touch felt hollow, as if a part of myself had been taken away from me. "Come," I pleaded, gazing at her graceful, half naked form. Jade smiled back at me, pulling off her jeans and letting them fall next to the bed. Then, lovingly, she urged me to lift my hips, taking off my jeans as well. We were both left clad only in lingerie, and Jade, looking as impatient as I felt, quickly got rid of that last barrier too. "Much better," she beamed, pushing my legs further apart, and positioning herself in between them. "Close your eyes and just feel." I was about to protest, wanting to pleasure her just as much as she was pleasuring me. Yet, as I felt Jade's lips against my naked thigh, my mind went blank, and my eyelids fluttered closed. Jade peppered those same light, teasing kisses up my thighs as she had done earlier with my neck, leaving behind a trail of tiny, electric tingles. Her mouth was both tender and hot, loving and demanding. I could feel the light caress of her long, dark tresses against my bare skin as her lips moved upwards. As the warmth of her lips finally reached the crease between my thigh and my sex, she paused, her tongue not quite reaching the wetness that had collected at my opening. "Just feel, my love," she instructed me once more. Then I felt the gentle pressure of her tongue at my opening, lapping up the wetness that had seeped out from between the silken folds. "You taste so yummy," Jade murmured, my soft, longing moan my only response. First, her tongue was tentative as she explored my pussy, the pink folds slightly swollen with my arousal. She sucked them into her mouth slightly, the caresses of her tongue alternating between quick, teasing licks, and long, tantalizing ones, which both left me equally breathless. Spellbound by Spanking I walked over to my bedroom mirror, turned around, lifted up my gray wool skirt, put my thumbs in white cotton panties and lowered them. I looked over my shoulder and examined the damage: the lower half of my heart-shaped butt looked red and swollen but not bruised. My boyfriend wasn't due home from his trip at work for five days and I felt my buns would return to a safe white by the time he saw them again. He would be very suspicious if my buns were red as he hadn't spanked me in a fortnight. I winced at the feeling of my sore bottom as I sat down on the edge of a wooden chair and replayed in my mind what led me astray from my boyfriend earlier this evening. I've been fascinated, no make that spellbound, by spanking since I was a child. My knees quiver at the thought of laying face down across someone's lap and having my panties tugged down and then having my bare bottom spanked I've kept hidden my crazy desire for bare bottom spankings hidden from others and even myself for most of my life. Yet I can't help but freeze in my tracks when I overhear a coworker joke about spanking or a television show or novel mention it either. A few years ago I stumbled upon spanking on the internet and have visited hundreds of different sites, my personal favorite being auntyagony.net. So earlier this evening I was online playing Othello in a game room. While playing you can also chat, and I was playing this guy with a screen name wyatt73. We were playing and he typed 'hey, I see your profile you are from Minnesota, which part?' 'St. Paul," I typed back. "Which neighborhood?" He typed. I told him and he typed that was a few miles from his house. Big deal, I thought. Anyway we continued to play and I was lost a game pretty badly. I was about to logoff without typing goodbye when he typed "I spanked you good!" "Yes you spanked my bottom nicely," I typed mildly curious how he would reply. "I think you liked it. Another game?" He typed. We played another game and he won again. "I spanked you again silly girl, and I think you liked it." "You have no idea how much I would like it," I typed. Introverts like myself are plenty brave in cyberspace. "Do you like to be spanked?" He typed. "Very much, nothing serious, just with a hand or VERY lightly with a spatula or hairbrush." I typed. "I love giving out spankings," He typed, "my name is Wyatt. Why don't we get together for a drink and little bottom warming." "Oh, no," I typed, "I have a boyfriend and don't want to meet people off of this." I could just imagine Wyatt weighing 400 pounds, or married, or both. He told me to click on his gaming profile and see his picture online. I downloaded his picture and he looked very handsome and mild. Parted hair, flannel shirt, and no ring on his smooth white fingers. Wyatt typed "We don't have to play rough, and we can meet at Hoover's at Third in one hour. You know what I look like but I wouldn't know you. You can go in and check me out. If you like what you see, come and sit with me." My heart beat rapidly, and I typed "okay." I rushed to my closet, put on my shortest skirt, white panties, and a sleeveless blouse. I sped to Hoovers and peeked inside. Dozens of people were inside, thank God, otherwise I wouldn't have had the courage. There he was, looking just as cute as in the picture. We had drinks, my inhibition was lowered (just like I hoped my panties would be) and we agreed to a mild spanking at his place. Wyatt took it slow and was patient with my nervousness. "What do you like about spanking?" He asked. "The humiliation of having my bottom bared, I mean I am grown woman asking to have my bottom spanked. I get a wonderful rush from slaps to my lower bottom—it's like my bottom is wired directly to my clit." Wyatt smiled and took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen. He opened a kitchen drawer and told me to look inside. The drawer was full of wooden and plastic spatulas. "Pick one out for me," he said. Meekly, I picked out a wide black plastic one and with trembling hands set it on the counter. "Put your elbows down on the kitchen counter," Wyatt commanded, "and don't let them off the counter or I will spank you not only with my hand but with this spatula." I had to bend over to put my elbows on the counter and I tried to look back over my shoulder. "Face down," Wyatt said. I directed my face down toward the counter and felt him slowly lifting my skirt up to the waist. He cupped my pantied butt with his palms and felt them for a while. Then, without warning, he commenced spanking me. The spanks were slow and a little light. Then he gave a hard SMACK! And I jerked up for a second and he barked "Elbows on the counter! I told you to keep them on the counter! I am going to have to bare your bottom for that!" I felt him insert his fingertips in the elastic of my cotton panties. He oh so slowly lowered them to the top of my thighs. He then spanked my bare bottom in a wonderful series of rapid loud smacks. SMACK SMACK SMACK! "oh, you naughty naughty girl. You really should be ashamed of yourself for not listening to me. I am ashamed of your behavior. I mean really, a grown woman having to have her bottom bared and spanked," Wyatt said. I felt my clit swelling and I couldn't help but sneak a hand off the counter and touch myself for the moment. Wyatt was quite wrought-up in the spanking that at first he didn't notice. Suddenly he exclaimed, "what are you doing?" He commanded me to put both elbows back on the counter. "You have a listening problem, naughty girl, I am getting that spatula." I turned around and cried "oh, please not that. I'll be good!" Wyatt took me by the wrists and repositioned me over the counter. I felt something pressing right against my crotch, and then I realized a handle to one of the counter's drawers was pressed against my groin. Without warning, a resounding WHAP! echoed throughout the apartment. I felt a marvelous stinging sensation on the lower half off my butt. The spatula was, fortunately, more loud then punishing but it definitely stung. "Silly naughty girl can't even follow the simplest commands," Wyatt said as he spanked away with the spatula. "Now, to finish your punishment, you are going to count the spanks and ask for another after each one, we are going to twenty, do you understand?" "Yes," I said. "Yes what?" Wyatt barked and the spatula smacked my bottom again. "Yes sir!" I began the count, "one, please may I have another spank?" He gave me another and another and soon I was grinding my crotch against the counter drawer's handle with each resounding spank. I was moaning with delight and shaking. I was almost begging him for the spanks. At the 18th I felt my knees buckling and my hips gyrating at 19 and said "Please, may I have one more," and my lips quivered as I orgasmed with the 20th spank. Wyatt hugged me from behind and said I took it well. His hands explored my crotch and he felt my wetness and massaged my clit tentatively. Soon he was stroking it and gently pulling on my long blonde hair. Through his pants, I felt his penis hard and long against my bare bottom. My inhibitions left me and I pled, "please, stick it in me for a moment." Wyatt bent me over the kitchen counter and slowly grinded it in. He stroked slowly and firmly while tugging on my hair. I felt myself getting dizzy and the rush of a second orgasm overcame me and soon he pulled out his penis and shot his load all over my red bottom. Now I am home in front of my computer with a delightfully sore bottom typing this for you, dear reader. Do you like this? Please email if you do. Thank you to everyone who wrote to me about my last two stories I wrote last spring. Also, does anyone have advice for someone who needs to speed up making a red bottom go away before her boyfriend returns home? Yours, Julie