3 comments/ 11769 views/ 5 favorites Dolphina's Ascent By: gobula This story is meant to make you think, to be "speculative with enterprise" in no way does it condone the avarice depredations it brings light to; but proposes the true cause for such sorrows. In a way it is a trumped of sedition against the moral cause of decay. As a deep personal note I see nothing distasteful about sex with a corpse. It is not something that happens in this story, I just thought I would throw that thought out there in case there were some undead fellows about. -Go Bula! * Cruel, a demon's fantasy; a Gwrach-y-rhibyn, alike to the phantom, similar to the Russian Rusk-la or the Irish Banshee, Dolphina appeared young as her original host-victim that she supplanted in Doppelganger fashion, but in fact Dolphina is more ancient than the olive trees in the grove of Gethsemane. Like her, not every thing is as it seams; not every victim a victim, nor culprit the culprit. No methodical happenstance, less human will- but a sincere act of malevolence, cruel demonic pleasure from making the killer kill, the rapist rape, etc... and driving madness sure to ensue. What if the attacker himself or herself were not merely the victim but actual pawns in a truly diabolical game of chess? Between Heaven and Hell, we the puppets of madness and grief, woe and disbelief, cry out to the Great benevolent Puppeteer for grace. "Forgive!" is our song, "But why?" his reply. Mere puppets are we, that hang in between. Ambivalence displayed, she kicked back her skirt, a flirtatious grin and smile. Bright eyes cloaked cruel ill-temperament and jest her malefic nature. Puckered lips and a kiss to the camera flash acquiesce: Marilyn Monroe pose without the boobs, hips or butt. Premature, diabolical and nasty the twinkle of her eye the ebbing coals of HATES or GHANNA. She blew a kiss to the adoring crowd, waved stopped turned and posed irresistibly cute for two dozen more flashes waved again and stooped into the Limousine. Her too short skirt riding up on her loose fitting Hello Kitty panties; making an ideal photo opportunity for the perverse who mistook her for young pure innocence. In her seat she pressed her shirt smooth against her flat chest and straitened her skirt. "You did wonderful today sweetie!" her nervous wreck of a father said. Ignoring him she rubbed at something on her shirt. Smoothly the car pulled away. Her father poured a drink. "It was a good movie." he spoke of her most recent film. A family Christmas touchy, warm feeling film about Father Christmas. "You did good in it darling." She wasn't to be amused: "It was a crappy film. A piece of shit would look good in it." He was afraid of that and looked out the window, nervously busied himself with its controls. "Don't talk to me." she cut him short before his next placid reply. "OK UM..." he tapped the arm rest. "Don't speak at all." she commanded, fuming. Drumming his fingers, he took a sip of his drink. He took a sullen interest in the passing surroundings, the fleeting crowds, the city lights. He shook his head at the crowds that had come out to see his daughter, the young starlet of The Gold Medallion. She had grown more and more popular with her feel good movies and little song and Puppet Show on Saturday mornings, but what a contrast she was in real life! A miserable wretched little monster! "What are you thinking?" Her sudden question and interest in him gave him much unrest: "Oh uh nothing dear." he checked his watch, how long was the ride? How the fans adored her! Fan letters, BLOGS, e-mails, YOUTUBE, Television, Radio and Magazine; they all confirmed her as Hollywood's little darling. A select few however, very select, and very few, knew her for what she was; ambivalent, cruel ill-tempered, malefic, a-moral: filled with a vile evil dark seed and greed, malice and decadency. Fewer still saw through her veil of deception to the warm caring being, innocent and frightened which lived deep inside her inner core. It was this fragile flower, that tender rose beneath the winter frost which her absolute nature and deep inner core creature that she was longed to kill, to be rid of, destroy, defame, disgrace. Her thoughts spun on to Harold, the man who thought he was her father. He was doing something as usual to annoy her: "What are you doing?" "Who me?" Harold gulped pushing the lock down on the door. He had been locking it and unlocking it idly. "Yes you! is there anyone else back here with me?" She stood up on the seat and poked his shoulder, stooping her head at the roof, looking down at him. "Careful darling, you should stay in your seat." "And you should shut the hell up!" she gave him another poke for good measure, grinning down at him. "I have an idea." She saw Harold as a weak vain sycophant, incapable of action unless pushed. Oh and she would have to push him, and push him, she would. Her father hated these moments. Sweat stained his collar, he found it difficult to breath; "KEHEM!" he tried to clear his throat. "Let's play." She gave him no opportunity to resist. Pulling up her skirt with one hand, she slid in between his legs and retrieved his flaccid, thick cock with her other tiny hand. Its warm fleshiness lumped over the sides of her hand. Tickling his furry balls with one finger she rubbed it against her panties and her ass until life sparked into it, regardless of his will for it not to, it began to twitch, a mind of it's own. "Oh no don't." he mumbled in pale resistance, trying not to anger her. In reply she gripped his member tighter and turned to face it, spitting down into her hands and spreading the saliva over the length of his dick. As it grew longer and thicker, she spit more into her hands, stroking it softly, tenderly and then forceful with both hands: (SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!) He groaned, no longer able to deny the pleasure or refute her advances. his large hands gripped her little shoulders turning her around. She pulled her panties down and he poked his dick between her legs, just under her soft little pussy. Her moist mound slid over his slick lumpy phallic slide, back and forth. She moaned, locking her ankles together, making it a tight squeeze for him to push his cock through her legs. "Oh yeah Daddy! Give it to me! Oh you feel so good Daddy! OH!" (SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!) "Oh my darling! Oh my angel!" he dribbled over her shoulder, leaning over her little form and pulling her tightly, thrusting his cock in between her legs, rubbing her hot sex pot with each stroke. (SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!) Dolphina felt the familiar warmth before eruption. she cupped her hands in front of it, capturing two of the four long hot sprays and rubbed his cock with it's own juice. Continuing to ride on it, back and forth squeezing tighter and tighter. (SQUISH! SQUASH! SQUISH! SQUASH!) "Oh stop it baby! Stop it! OH I can't take any more!" All of her father's protests fell on deaf ears, she was having too much fun. When she felt him ready to go again, she hopped off and turned around, slinking to her knees before him and pulling on his dick with both hands feverishly: (SQUISH! SQUASH! SQUISH! SQUASH!) until he erupted into her face, neck and shirt, shoulders and hair. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he bemoaned his loss of character and wit yet again to his daughter. She stood, smiling down at him: "Can I have a pony?" "What?" where did that come from? The last pony she had, she purposefully sold to ALPO disgusted later to find out that it had NOT become dog food. "I want a pony." "No you don't you didn't like the last one and it is cruel what you do to animals." (It is cruel what you do to humans!" -he thought.) "Fine." a placid expression came over her. The car rolled to a stop and she began to cry. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Don't touch me!" she screamed. "What are you? Oh NO!" he'd seen this act before, but was powerless to stop it. She ran out of the door, he reached after her. Standing there, in the drive way, his wife. "OH FUCKSAKE!" he climbed out of the car, pulling his pants up. Words like: pervert, molester, child abuse were thrown around, mixed with key phrases like "that little monster" and "evil wicked she-devil bitch" the argument ensued into the house where the phone was picked up and hung up several times. No, Olga could not call the police. It would be the ruin of the family's fortune. If word got out to the press that Dolphina had been molested by her father, the movies would be over- or worse that the press found out how much of a tirade little brat she was, it could be just as bad. No, this would have to handled within the family. But what could Harold (the father) do? The law was not going to protect him from her, certainly they would take her side. Everything in society was set up to protect the little ones. And that is a good thing, save when there comes along an evil seed, born to manipulate and bleed the system. She had a gift of guile and a repose of sweet innocence but she was a nocturnal bloodsucking little whore! How he loathed the sight of her! Why did Olga send him alone with his daughter in the first place, she knew what that little beast was capable of? Evil so cruel a need so vile the law and society was not prepared for her. There was nothing authorities could do no one would listen to Harold. It was only a matter of time before charges would be set against him. In a court against that great actress, that little whore of Babylon what chance did he really have? Harold reasoned that Olga no longer loved him, that she wanted him out of the way. Perhaps she had found another? It wouldn't be the first time for that either. What a crappy world he found himself suddenly in at the age of forty five. Who would have thought it when it all began? No prison would not do. There he would be gang raped for being accused of molestation, beaten and dehumanized. No! No! NO! This all would have to end, and it would be on his terms. The family wore black and turned out in three different limousines. Randal, the only son flew in from England for the day only and some photo opportunities with his Mother Olga and his elder sister Sophia, little Dolphina was by herself in most of the pictures save a few with family and here at arm's length. A flurry of press filled the grave yard and took indiscreet photos, flashes lit up the gray morning and brought down the rain. Lightning accompanied the gun salute from the marines, Harold had been a major. The family secret was kept. It would not have been good for business to let it out. Olga was tormented by the need to get her daughter help and the need to pay huge mortgage bills and support a life style that her and her other children found most agreeable. In the end, to Dolphina's relief, she chose her human greed and needs before her daughter's and no one was told why Harold committed suicide. Only the police even knew how he had done it. "He was a depressed man." Olga told the news and media, "But he was very proud of our little Dolphina, and the joy she brings to the world though these good movies and programs." "Harold! Alas you are dead my father... burn in hell, I wish you well." Dolphina rimed, skipping into the house, and trudging up the stairs. He was gone, but now she would have to turn her cruel intentions on another. That night, Dolphina lay in a tub filled with bubbles. She fondly remembered playing with Harold many times there and began to touch herself with the sweet memory. By no means were there human emotions or feelings passing through her hellish veins, what pulsed in the hot waters of an evening bath was not even mortal. She relished the pain and suffering she had caused the man. How she broke his will, how she broke the man. The anguish the family was all in now, erotic. She traced her small body with her soapy hands. "Such soft little nipples Dolphina!" she told herself playfully, "Would you like to squeeze them?" she asked herself. "OK!" she rubbed the soapy water over her small chest and plucked at her nipples, giggling with delight. Sophia had entered the bathroom to retrieve a brush, but lingered. Dolphina noticed her from the corner of her eye. The older sister, out of basic human courtesy should have coughed, or knocked at the door, but she hadn't. When she saw that she had been spotted she should have left, but there she stood. Sophia was blush red, but she remained. "How interesting!" Dolphina thought. "Why don't you close the door sis?" she poured water out of her hands, over her breasts and looked up towards her, impressing her large innocent eyes into a purely concocted gaze. "I came for this..." she held up the brush, blinking down into the tub, already hovering over her little sister. The water reflected off of her smooth skin, she watched the lights mingle on her shoulder.. Her soft shoulder. Shiny skin. Dolphina took hold of Sophia's hand and brought it to her cheek. The warm water and suds trailed off her forearm and cascade down her flat chest, parting at the hard nipple and rippling the water below. She shifted under the suds and hot water, placing her body square with her sister's who squat at the edge of the tile tub, on the steps where her mother and father used to burned candles, for romance. "Don't." Sophia breathed. But it was too late. Dolphina knew it. She had her under the thumb. Had her sister only closed the door and left it would have been over, but she did not. Had she apologized and grabbed what she needed from the bathroom and then left it still might have been over, but she did not, no. She came in, entered at the becoming glance and now, no longer a hapless victim, she became part of Dolphina's crime. Powerless to stop Dolphina, Sophia watched in horror as her hand was guided down the lathery, silky, smooth, form; into the hot bath water and between her little sister's legs. She tried to withdraw, but couldn't or no longer wanted to. Her finger pushed into the heat and she watched the color upon her sister's face alter. She cooed. "Happy eighteenth birthday Sophia!" Kissing each other, Sophia climbed into the tub joining her sister. Both of their little bodies fit easily into the tub filled with soapy water. Their limbs entwined. Kissing and caressing. It would be moments before Sophia realized she was still wearing her clothes. They laughed and stripped her, together, hands eager to explore and share. Bath water splashed around in their youthful energy, and with no ending of want or depravity their lasciviousness took them to the floor where Sophia lay naked on her back, suds running down her thighs and Dolphina on all fours, over her, reversed. Her small hairless pot pushed down into her sister's face, and her mouth locked over the soft furry mound of gold beneath her. Sophia moaned and gasped. Dolphina moaned, giggled and gasped. They reveled in their delight too late realizing they were not alone. The door was opened and their mother turned away, shocked, her pale expression and a black dress swirled into the hall. Sophia reached up, but could not moved or cover her nakedness for her sister was on top of her: "Mom!" was all she could say. Dolphina bit her sister's mound. "Shut up!" "Owe!" Sophia pushed her little sister off of her and, grabbing a towel ran after Mother. Dolphina pouted on the floor for a while, but only a while. The gears and mechanics that made up her disturbed mind were already twisting and perverting anew. She combed her long hair, brushing out the damp snares, powdered her skin with her sister's powder and sprayed her sister's perfume on her face and neck and chest and butt. Dolphina likened it's cool touch to the dogs nose on her soft skin. She ran her small hands over her tiny frame, staring at herself in the mirror. It was unfortunate what her father had done, she had so many dark designs for their future. She pitied her sister and wondered if she would be strong enough to withstand what she had in mind for her. "Oh well!" she humdrum-ed, "Tomorrow will tell." Her dreams that night were disturbed. She dreamed that her father had crawled out from the grave and came to her, in bed. Covered in dirt and mud he climbed on top of her. Worms crawled from his eyes, which were sewn shut, his nose and his rotted lips. His heavy weight oppressed her. She pushed at him but her hands broke through his carcase and entered his jelly like body. Maggots poured out of the hole in his chest and covered her with their wriggly cool dirty bodies, biting and burrowing into her skin. She threw her blankets off and screamed. Covered in sweat and her small body wrecked with the shakes, she ran to her mother's room. "What is it darling?" "Daddy! He comes for me!" she cried, climbing into bed. Not waiting for the invitation. Olga Woodward pulled back the blankets for her daughter and held her in her arms. Guilt, concern, remorse flooded over her. But she noticed in her mixed feelings there was little compassion for her daughter. Was it because of the sex? Was it jealousy? "Hush now baby, baby don't you cry." her voice was soft and sweet even if the words of the song were melancholy, it was Dolphina's favorite song. When she was a baby, Pink Floyd's The Wall was the only thing that would make her stop crying. Fear removed, trembling remained. Malicious timid-ness, wickedness and guileful insincerity manifested, she pulled herself closer to her mother. Snuggling tight to her warmth much like a python would it's prey. Olga felt her little daughter, but could not feel for her. There was a wall between them but she would not identify it. When she finished with the song she asked, quietly, what had happened with Sophia earlier in the bathroom. "I cannot blame her mother, it is I that cannot be alone." So there it was. The fault, the blame, her husbands. That bastard was no longer here to answer for it either. If it ever got into the press, they would be ruined. No, she could not seek a psychiatrist either. This had to be handled in the house and Olga knew that she was not the match for it. She said no more, but held her daughter close and let her sleep. She honestly tried to feel something for the little brat, but couldn't. It was funny. The little girl had millions of adoring fans, but not one member of her family could tolerate her. Olga Vera Woodward was a handsome woman. She didn't look a day over twenty something but was actually thirty five. No matter how sour her children were, the fact remained that she was a very pretty, very rich widow and it wasn't long before men came calling. Actors were not intelligent enough for her design, and their careers to short lived to grab her attention. Agent's and producers were scum, and politicians fagots or scoundrels. However, among the later she met a gentleman named Gomez Lupine. He was a congressman from New Mexico, in town for a convention on some ridiculous radical concept of alternative power, which was meeting in Los Angeles. The two struck it off well and before long he was frequenting their manor at the Hills. Unlike the director and agent before him, Gomez was not to be dissuaded by the miscreant brats. To his credit, Sophia and Dolphina did not find him altogether in despairing want as the others, but they still harbored him no favorable port, that was until the night after thanksgiving. Gomez had come into town to spend the weekend with Olga. She had invited him to the premier night of part two to The Golden Medallion, an anti-Christian film which her lovely daughter Dolphina had stared in. Dolphina had ruined much of a potential following in the press with her curt reply to a Christian interview: "Morality is in the hearts of men and women already, we don't need a god to tell us that!" they were not her words, but her mother's- however the producers were livid. Ticket sales had plummeted and the prospects of the third movie which was to close the trap on the author's belief, was in jeopardy. But all that aside. Gomez appeared on the red carpet with Olga and posed for pictures. Dolphina's Ascent It was a political hot bed that he was not too happy with. But Olga placated him, with sex, and in return, he supported them. After the gala, when the crowds had gone. The actors, producers and press which had gathered at the manor, when the family was alone, in the quietness of the evening. Sophia excused herself and made for her room. Olga too retired to make ready for Gomez, to thank him properly. The congressman, however, stayed on the patio for a smoke. Dolphina, who had long before gone to bed, came down the stairs in her fun bunny T-shirt and panties. She spied Gomez on the patio and joined him there with a knock. Gomez, taken back by her politeness, welcomed her out and waved the smoke away from her. "It doesn't bother me." she said innocently enough. "Very well." he took a seat. "It reminds me of my father." He raised a brow but said nothing. He puffed on the cigar. She stretched and yawned, making sure her T-shirt came up over her panties, rewarded with a quick glance from him, she came near: "I am tired Gomez." she said, "It was a long day wasn't it?" she said with sudden bright eyes. "It was." uncomfortable with the little girl's proximity. She moved like a snake, wrapping its coils about the prey. One hand on his leg, the other to his arm, she squeezed between his knees, feinting a hug, but pressed her little body against his member and feeling a shift in his shorts, pushed herself tighter, then kissed his neck softly, whispering: "Goodnight Gomez." When she walked away, she pulled her T-shit up in the pretense of keeping her hands warm, exposing the backside of her panties. She saw him watch her in the reflection on the sliding glass door. It was enough for her to anticipate more from him. Maybe that night. She decided: "Definitely tonight!" and snuck up the stairs into her mother's room. She knew Gomez liked to shower before bed and so, easily slipped into the bathroom, creeping by her mother who was long combing her hair by the bedside mirror in a petite nice one piece black nightie. "Slut." she thought, quietly closing the door to the master bathroom she removed her clothes and tucked them in a drawer than climbing into the shower. She could wait for hours, but didn't have to. Gomez's heavy footsteps soon followed and the deep mumbling of his voice talking with her mother. The light came on and the door to the bathroom closed. A large thick hairy hand entered the shower and turned it on. Cold water blasted out of the shiny shower head, warming rapidly. Carefully, Dolphina adjusted it to a comfortable steam. Stepping under the spray she soaked her skin and hair in its hot blast. A moment later and Gomez's bulky, hairy, naked body stepped into the shower. She crouched down so that he did not see her at first. His attention being on the temperature and the hot water. Dolphina watched him lather up and cover his dark sun burned Mexican skin with thick foamy soap, from head, to neck, to belly to shoulders and then to his eyes. When she was sure he could not see, she made her move. Reaching up into the hot soapy water that fell from him she took his dangling penis in her hand. "Hey what the?" Gomez tried to clear the soap from his eyes, The stinging was too much. He put his head back into the water. Dolphina squirted conditioner on her hands and stroked his dick to life. She squeezed and pulled on it with one hand while the other weighed his heavy balls and caressed his anus. "Oh hey... Ha ha, ha hum ooh!" his deep voice grumbled like a mountain. She used more of the conditioner on her thighs then stepping on to the soap stand, squeezed her legs around his large fatty and stiff cock. She interlocked her feet to give it a firm tightness. Gomez finally opened his eyes. He knew something was amiss and had suspected it to be one of her daughters in the shower with him. He had been watching Sophia, with her "Princess" Shorts and "Juicy" sweat pants, but he had not suspected Dolphina, she always seemed so cold and to loath him. He gasped. "Dolphina!" "Hush!" she reached up to him, over her back, putting a finger to his lips. Squeezing her legs she slid back and forth on his dick. "We don't want mommy to hear." Embarrassed, aroused, and terribly torn, Gomez could take no action, his first loyalty however, as with most men, was to his erection. She grinned up at him, over his belly and pushed off the tile wall, sliding back until her wet bottom squished against him. He felt her soft little mound riding over his lumpy manhood and took her. His hands locked on to her sides and he pulled her back and forth rubbing her hot little pot back and forth over his large dick. She moaned and gasped. When he picked her up and stepped back into the shower, lifting her completely off the tiles with his two hands and his erection, she giggled. "Oh little girl you feel so good!" he grunted. (SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUIRT! SQUISH!) the sound of his dick poking through her little legs and little body. She was limp in his arms, her body trembled, the rough sensation of his dick rubbing her sex overwhelmed her. "Oh yes!" she gasped too, "I love it! Oh you feel so good we should play all the time!" Her voice and words were too much. Gomez's heart raced. What kind of sin was this, and what could possibly be next? "Ugh!" he came with sudden rapacity and squirted his hot cum all over the tile walls, some fell in globs and stuck to her toes and calves, but most hit the wall and the soap ledge. Finished, and spent, he lowered her into the water. Without a word she darted out and dried off with his towel, dressed and snuck away, confident that Gomez would have nothing more to offer her mother that night. "Ha! serves you right! Adulterous bitch!" she thought, climbing into bed. "See daddy I did good, now she wont screw that fat Mexican, right?" Her apparition appeared next to her in bed, "Right you are little girl, you make daddy so proud, so proud." "I know." Dolphina hugged her bear, tomorrow was another day, another battle. Gomez was supposed to return to New Mexico in the morning, but Olga convinced him to stay one more day. In truth she had been alone, and lonely and in want for a serious fuck. Last night had been sadly disappointing and for it Gomez had no excuse. The morning found the family together at the table, with Gomez and a full well catered breakfast served by the ever apologetic Sophia. Randal, home from boarding school drank orange juice and showed of his smartness to his mother. Gomez was fond of the boy but it was clear he thought only disdain for the old fat Mexican who so quickly wooed his recently widowed mother. Dolphina wore her pajamas to the table, served at the back lawn. "And how did you sleep?" Olga asked. "I dreamed I road on a large beast, over a rough road." she said sliding on to her chair with her doll. "Not at the table." Olga warned about the doll. "But miss daisy told me she was hungry too." "Well when miss daisy grows a belly and an opening mouth we can feed it but until then, no." Dolphina said nothing, but dropped her doll onto the grass next to her chair. Her eyes glared at her mother, than released her and sparkled at Gomez. "Are you flying home today Gomez?" "Oh uh... actually..." Olga reached for and took her lover's hand, "NO Gomez has more business to attend to in town today so he will stay one more night." "Who represents the people in New Mexico when you are not there to do it?" Dolphina asked innocently enough. "Oh they get by." "See that's why we don't need a government at all." Randal said pointing, "If the people can do without, than why do? All government people are pension hogs, living off the dole!" "Someone has been in England too long." Sophia said playing with her food. "Eat Sophia." Olga said. "When can we come to New Mexico Gomez?" Dolphina's eyes were dreamy, starring across the table to Gomez. Olga had seen that look before. Her hand squeezed Gomez's knee under the table. He blushed and looked at Olga, "Well I would love to have you guys out at my ranch... I do not know if your mother would like it. It is so dry a place to be." "Oh please!" Randal rolled up the news paper and set it aside: "You dole monkeys only care about offending the status quo, not effecting it- that is the problem with government." "And what is the solution then young Randal, no government?" "Most certainly, yes, definitely, no government!" "Eat." Olga's tone was motherly, slightly humorous with a heavy stern quality. Gomez laughed. It would be easy to love this family, to make it his own. If only what had happened last night hadn't occurred, now that would be impossible. All he could think about was getting away, far away, before something worse happened. It was a week before that Dolphina had caught with her sister Sophia's camera Don the lawn care specialist shifting through the living room drawer while her mother Olga was fetching his check. "Oh Naughty, Naughty!" Dolphina had teased playfully holding up the camera phone. "Looks like this will be the last pay check you get from us, if my mother even gives it to you." The Black Male was frustrated, fearful, and concerned. He had already had felonies for breaking and entry and grand theft auto, since then he had cleaned up his act but it was a stupid moment of weakness, and now he could be looking at life? For a stupid fucking drawer! "No, no please!" Dolphina considered, "I have thought about it." She said cutely stern in her childish attire, "And decided that I will not send this photo to the police and I won't tell anyone either, so long as you continue to play a game with me." "What is the game?" he asked nervously. "Plantation." she said with a seething grin: "I get to call you Toby, Nigger or Slave... and you reply 'Yes MASSA or yes MISSUM, got it?" "Fuck you!" "Fuck me alright!" the cuteness was gone. She approached him with a hand on her tiny, slender hip and a finger on the send key to the phone, holding it up. "I don't think you understand the seriousness, no, the precariousness of your situation!" He nodded looking anxious behind her. Olga was returning to the room. Dolphina looked at him, a sparkle in her eyes, and opened her mouth to call out. "No! No MASSA!" the man pleaded, disgusted at himself for caving. Dolphina giggled, "That's a good little Nigger!" she patted his side and skipped away. That was a week ago, since then she had been looking forward to the landscaper's return. When Olga offered to go shopping, normally a delight for Dolphina, she was surprised when her daughter asked to stay home with Randal. However, Olga wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Dolphina not shopping meant a much more affordable trip AND that she could spend some quality time with Gomez. Delighted, Olga took Sophia and Gomez to the mall, there she sent the eldest daughter away and spent her time arousing the Mexican with coy words and asking him how certain things fit her, or looked, in various lingerie departments. Having shopped all day she would come home with several bags from Victoria's Secret and Frederic's of Hollywood. Randal, very much in the know of his sister's sick games, hid himself away into his room and locked the door, sighting that he had too much homework to do, and was noticeably relieved when Dolphina didn't pursue the matter. It was ten when she poured herself a large shake and sat at the kitchen bar, waiting for the familiar sound of the landscapers. The buzzing of their whackers and the rumbling of their mowers. Like clockwork, the sound stated, muffled by the highly insulated windows and doors of the newer home. Her feet dangled from the barstool, sipping, sucking and licking at the straw, watching for the Black man to start his work in the back. When he did she hopped off the stool and went over to the sliding glass door. She tapped on it. He either ignored or didn't hear her. She banged on the glass. He continued to work. "Ooh that insolent Nigger!" she flushed with rage and put her shake down. She cleared the alarm and slid the door open: "Hey Toby!" Don hung his head, he knew it was coming, "Damn that white bitch!" he muttered. "You better not be back talking me boy!" she breathed the words through her teeth while she daringly approached him on the patio. Don considered just killing her, stuffing her body in a pond somewhere, but he didn't know who was watching them, and rich folk like this had camera's. "What are you mumbling?" she stood up, under him, looking up at him and pointing her finger into his belly. "You are a lazy good for nothing Nigger!" "Yes MASSA! Yes MISSY!" he bowed his head but there was hatred in his words. She loved it. Blushing with horrific delight she pressed: "I think I shall have to punish you for your insolence Toby! Yes! Yes I will!" she ordered him to follow her into the kitchen and there instructed him to go down on all fours in the kitchen. She retrieved a wooden spoon from the drawer and, WHACK! "Oh MOTHERFUCKER!" it was about all he could take. She pinched his ear, "Remember the picture?" "You ain't got the camera phone now bitch!" he replied, having enough of the game and about to get up and throw a beating on the little bitch. "It is on a time delay send, when the call ends it will sent the photo to my mom. She will think it is happening right now... also I have hidden the phone you will never find it, but if you hurt me or don't play... it will go, KAPISH? Toby?" "Yes MISSY-MASSA!" he wanted to cry. (WHACK!) "Bad Nigger! (WHACK!) "Naughty Nigger!" (WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!) "Now... take your clothes off!" Don wasn't about to strip naked in front of a little girl. If he was in trouble for rummaging through some drawers what kind of hell was he in for this? But what choice did he really have? None! He gave in and with a heavy heart, stripped down to his boxers. His ripped muscled form stood before her a sharp contrast to the white and sparkling kitchen. "Them too! Off with that!" she pointed at his shorts with the long wooden spoon then strut around him, brandishing it like a whip and smacking him on his thighs until he complied. There he stood before her, naked in her kitchen. He covered his manhood with his hands and tried not to look at her. "Let me see Toby!" she pushed at his hands with her wooden spoon. "Let me see what you've got." He complied. Dolphina smiled: "Wow that is impressive!" she walked to him, as he stood his member hung down past her chest, she was short and stared at his belly button. "Hmm!" she reached out with her left hand and felt the roughness of his tight stomach and the taught muscles beneath the skin. Her white hand glided over his dark black skin and she admired the contrast. Giggling: "You are so strong and powerful. You could break me with one of your hands yet here I am in complete control. Isn't' that so, my little Nigger?" "Yes MISSY it is so." "On your knees!" she instructed. He complied. She laughed, "You have a donkey dick!" she stooped to peek at it, "Look it nearly hits the tile floor!" she swatted his back side with the spoon: SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! "Make noises like a donkey!" He complied: "HEE HAAH! HEE HAAH!" She laughed, "Ain't this is fun?" (WHACK!) She instructed him to prance about her, "Like a pony!" she sneered and when he lagged, she smacked him on the bare ass with her wooden spoon. Dolphina giggled with delight. Don was tired, humiliated and sore. His knees and palms were callused from daily work and so were protected, even from the tile floor, but his ass was not use to the abuse. "Common MISSY I have..." (THWACK!) "Donkey's don't speak!" She shouted. (SMACK! THWACK! SMACK! SMACK!) "Nigger need only obey!" "HEE HAA!" he pranced. She led him with the spoon, "Keep up with it Toby or... (SMACK!)... it can get rough!" she lead him about with the spoon to his lips and when he fell behind she gave him correction. This got boring to her and soon she was riding on his naked sweaty back. She kicked him with her heels and smacked his ass to make him go faster, then struck his left shoulder to turn left and his right to turn right; failure to comply meant more bruising. Don did not think about her silk little panties, getting soaked, riding his sweaty back about the living room, kitchen and dining room. He did not think about her tiny thighs, wrapped about his back, her small white hands on his back and neck, but she did. A tingling sensation filled her little body, one that she was not altogether unfamiliar with. Contemplating this she smacked him some more with her spoon. It aroused her more. How the powerful could be so powerless. She flushed. Running a finger over his wet back she brought it to her lips and sucked the salty sweat off. "Naughty! Dirty! Nigger!" she slapped him again and again with the spoon. Eventually, she grew bored with his whining and crying and she sent him away, but the pleasure from the pain and discomfort she had imposed upon him lasted a long while. She ignored when her family came home, too wrapped up in her own world and snuck the wooden spoon to her room. At night she knelt by her bed and tucked it between her mattresses, sniffing the ladle end, savoring the scent of the Black man's dirty sweat and fear. A shadow caught her eye, it was Gomez at the door. She pretended to pray and then crossed herself and climbed into bed, hiking up her long T-shirt as she did so, exposing her soft panties to the man at the door. Gomez thought himself crazy. "This is insane!" his whole body shook with fear and pre-regret. when she had seduced him in the shower, that was not entirely his fault. He is a man, she had hidden herself in there and ambushed his genitals, what could he have done? But now, here he stood, at her door, watching her, the little angel! "She's no angel!" he countered. Still, his mind was reeling. Sweating, it took every ounce of nervous energy to close Dolphina's bedroom door. Unfortunately for Gomez, he was on the inside when he did it. "Gomez? Is that you?" Dolphina asked with feigned innocence and sweetness. She sat up in bed, her doll beside her, and stared at him. "I um... I uh..." his voice trembled. "Have you come to play with me tonight?" she smiled, pulling the bedding to the side for him. He did not know what he did, or what she did to comply with his advance, but the next thing his knew was that he was on top of her. His large belly on her back. She was on her knees away from him, again, with her legs wrapped around his large meaty dick. Squishy noises came from her spit-wet legs jerking off his slobbered cock. He gripped her shoulders and waist and slid her up and down him, forward and back. His lumpy manhood pressing against her near innocent pussy lips. She squeezed her legs tightly around his cock, interlocking the ankles. His dick road up between her nonexistent breasts and her T-shirt. The large thick head, like a stiff snake. She looked down at it, in the darkness she could barely make out the little black hole in the middle. "Oh my little darling!" Gomez huffed. "Oh my little baby!" "Uh-Oh" Dolphina remembered what the women acted like in Randal's movies that he stored on his computer, she rubbed her chest and gripped his cock under her shirt, "GIMME it big daddy!" she squealed. "Oh!" (SQUISH! SQUOOSH! SQUISH!) "Uh!" (SQUISH! SQUOOSH! SQUISH!) "Ooh!" (SQUISH! SQUOOSH! SQUISH!) "Ugh!" (SQUISH! SQUOOSH! SQUISH!) (SQEEK!) The bed squeaked, (THUD!) the headboard hit the wall. THUD! SQUEEK! SQUISH! SQUOOSH! THUD! SQUEEK! SQUISH! SQUOOSH! THUD! The headboard pounded the wall: (THUD! THUMP! THUD! THUMP! THUD! THUMP! THUD!) "Oh Shit! Oh Yes! OHHHHH!" Gomez and Dolphina both gasped in chorus, hot goo shot up between her hands and body. A fire hydrant of sticky cum which sprayed the inside of her T-shirt and her small flat chest, neck and face, because she was looking down at his cock when it happened. Dolphina's Ascent He thrust his cock forward once again and more white hot cum oozed out in singular large globs which ran down her thighs and stained her bed sheets. "Oh!" he huffed, climbing off of her. "You are the devil!" She sat up, relishing the sticky, hot, dirty sensation that covered her body and tainted her further from within. "Don't go Gomez!" she urged him. "I have to go to bed with your mother now." he said dryly. She shook her head, "No you have to stay still, and play more." "I cannot play more." he said, "I have to go play with your mother now or she'll be mad." Dolphina took hold of Gomez's cock and looked up at him with large warm eyes, "Let her be mad!" she kissed the head of his dick and pulled on it with both her hands. The head was too big to fit in her little mouth but she kissed and licked it effectively jerking it off with interlocking fingers, pulling harder and faster and massaging his fuzzy balls with her long narrow tongue. His knees felt weak. He was going to cum again! He took hold of her head with one hand and his cock with the other and forced her face before him then pumped himself the last few times, groaning and spraying his hot seed, all that remained in him, over her face neck and shoulders. "Oh you naughty little whore!" he grumbled. "You're my angel." he sighed, "You're an angel!" Dolphina was happy she had successfully seduced the loser, now her mother would go without for two nights in a row and she was certain that she had been horny, yes- they would argue tonight. Like clockwork she heard the voices raised after he left. Dolphina laid in bed and played with his cum, smearing the semen over her body and touching herself with the wooden spoon until she experienced her first real, deep orgasm. It came about not only from the pleasure she gave to herself physically, but from the wickedness she had worked, the pain she had caused, in that she lay tranquil, relishing the victories, embracing the despair of others. Truly she was an evil, wicked, vile seed. Gomez was gone in the morning and Olga didn't come down for breakfast. Sophia took it upon herself, with the servants help, to serve breakfast for everyone in the yard and to bring Olga hers in her room. Her efforts were un-rewarded, Randal only had toast, Olga had locked the door and wouldn't open it and Dolphina fed most of her breakfast to her doll, apologizing to it every time food fell from it's face to the grass, where their Dobermans ate it. For a while, piece and order would return to the house. Randal, who always maintained a distance and a watchful eye on Dolphina, returned to England. Sophia entered college, and Dolphina had her games. Don was now her prime target, she decided that she would break him at there next encounter. She had been denied to play with him for three weeks strait. The first two weeks she had been out of town when he came to do the lawn care. She had to do a talk show promoting her Christmas movie, the adoring fans loved her cute antics and oh so sensible answers. The host of the show poured affection out to her, wishing more children could be like her and so on and so forth. The second week she did a ribbon cutting ceremony at a school for runaway children and she gave a quaint little speech meant to inspire them to dig out of there grubby little holes and become effective members of a society that until now had totally abandoned them. The third week her mother was home with her, the entire time. She wouldn't leave her side. But she would catch Don here and there with a stare, a glare and a smile. Dolphina was sure that he knew payback was coming, for sure it would be here soon. And it so happened, that the next week she found herself at home, alone. Her mother had gone up into Los Angels and the nanny was out on the deck, sun bathing and chatting on her cell phone. Dolphina caught Don near the front hedges. There was privacy there as the fence and trees surrounded the front as a fortress. The drive way which came up from the road rounded about to the side as well, so that a car could be heard but not seen. Though it seemed in the open, it was a secluded spot; "Hello Toby, miss me?" Don's heart sank. "YESSUM!" he replied correctly: "I BE MISSIN YOU ALL DAY!" He thought, "If I could I would keep on missing you too, bitch." "Oh so sweet. You're my sweetest slave!" she said stroking his stomach with her hand, standing before him and looking up. "I have a new game for us Toby, one you might not object to." "Oh MISSUM I do be having so much work to do." "Shut up Nigger!" she produced her wooden spoon. "Or must I?" He shook his head, "No Ma'am!" Dolphina directed him behind some bushes and there forced him to take off his clothes and lay on his back. After various threats and several whacks with the spoon she forced him to masturbate while she watched. His large black massive hands worked up and down the length of his heavy and thick, long and hard black cock. It glistened purple in the sunlight and spit that he used for lubrication. (SQUISH! SQUISH! SQUISH!) "Oh yes!" Dolphina seethed. "Ain't this grand?" she stroked his thigh with her wooden spoon. "Come on come!" she whacked him, "I don't have all day!" He moved a hand to his mouth to spit on it again but she stopped him with her spoon. "Allow me." she laid a glob of spit in his palm and then spat again on his dick, leaning over his middle, and another, and another. "Ha! I am spitting on you Nigger!" she laughed. "Well? Common! No one told you to stop Toby!" Don continued stroking himself until at last his body tensed. He had picked up his pace and now he was ready to and about to cum. "STOP!" she struck his hand with her wooden spoon. "Freeze!" She guided his hands away from himself with her wooden spoon. He complied. Laying still, naked in the soft green grass. His erection loomed like a tower. Dolphina, sitting cross-legged next to him, placed her pale hands on him and leaned towards his manhood. She blew on it. A sensation passed through Don that until then he had been unfamiliar with, grievous anticipation. She pressed her face against his dick and felt it's hot warmth, its pulsing, its lumpy smooth skin. She touched it with her tongue, tasting his saliva mixed with hers. "Call me a princess!" she said to him, looking back towards him. "Your my princess." he sighed. (WHACK!) she struck his thigh with her spoon. "Speak like you are supposed to speak Toby!" "You my princess MISSUM!" he corrected himself. She licked his long member, from the bottom, in the dark pungent sweaty and spit filled black nest, to the top of it's salty head. Her tongue twirled and played near the hole, then she went back down the length again into the stinky black curly hairs below. Don wanted to touch her. He wanted to pull her long blond hairs and spank her ass, force her to take the cock in her mouth, but he couldn't. He couldn't move. He had learned the rules now but more than that, the little bitch had been right. This game was enjoyable. He had never felt so tense, so ripe and ready to explode and yet not do it, not be in control, the sensation alone was a thrill, regardless of what was to come from this play, whether he came now or not- it was so very intense. She pulled her head back a ways from his shaft and blew on it again and again. She ran her mouth just over it, blowing hot breath on it and scrapping the sides with her teeth. The large, strong, Black man's body twitched. He struggled to contain himself. His heart was racing. "Are you ready to cum Toby?" She flicked her tongue over the head of his dick. "YESSUM! I WANTS TO FORSHOR!" "Hmm." Dolphina considered. "Then follow me inside." she did not allow him to get his close on, but led him into the house naked and then to the kitchen, where they had played before. "Stand here!" she pointed with the wooden spoon. When she saw that his erection was wanting, she stood before him and pulled up her shirt, rubbing it on her small non existent chest and stroking it with her hands until it became stiff again. She pulled the dick up to her face, through the neck of her shirt and kissed the head. "You want to cum don't you baby?" she asked the snake. She let go of it amused at the bouncing stiffness. Sliding the glass door opened she called in Jessie, her nanny. Don was confused. Did she want him to get caught naked in the house? This was crazy! "What is it Dolphina?" Jessie asked running into the house with only her bikini on. She was a lean, attractive Latino female. "Oh nothing." she slid the door shut behind them and turned so that Jessie's back was to Don. "Grab her Toby!" Don's heart raced, but he complied, without delay. Jessie screamed, but Don didn't hear her please. All he heard was Dolphina's commands. Jessie cried that she had a husband and two daughters, that he should let her go. Dolphina ignored her but told Don to make here shut up and whacked his ass with her spoon. On the tile floor Jessie, slippery from the pool and tired from the sun could offer the strong man little resistance. As commanded he tore off her bikini and raped her. It didn't take long for him to cum the first time. Then Dolphina instructed him: "Take her ass Toby! Fuck her in the ass!" Jessie pleaded, cried, scratched and begged, but to no avail. Don was only hearing Dolphina. She smacked him with the spoon and he smacked Jessie, she whacked him on the ass and he fucked the Latino nanny harder, and harder. Dolphina laughed at her nanny's tears. At the end, Jessie curled up in a ball on the floor and Don stood over her, sweaty, relieved, heaving and anxious. Dolphina stroked his belly hairs and took a hold of his spent, dirty cock. "You better was up and go Toby." Dolphina ordered. "MISSUM what about..." "I will take care of it Toby." she stroked him affectionately, "I will take care of all your messes." When Don left the room she took a knee next to the Nanny. "SSHH!" Dolphina said smoothly, softly, petting her hair with her hand made dirty by Don's dick. "You said you wanted a Black man... Christmas came early for you Jessie..." Jessie sobbed, "I was raped!" "That's not how I saw it. And if you tell anyone that is not what I will say, but I might mention the few thousand that you took in silver and gold plates..." Jessie sobbed, it was a year ago that she had been caught by the little mistress taking some of the older non used dinnerware, it was for her family so that they could come over from Mexico. Since then, occasionally, Dolphina had demanded certain things, and she had always complied, but this, this was terrible. How could she be so trapped? How could such a little devil exist? "It's best you get your act together Jessie." Dolphina smiled cooly down at her, "You have to clean all this up before mother gets home." As always, things were cleaned up, and rotten memories were pushed away. Jessie would never be able to find another job that paid so well. She had to hope that she wasn't pregnant from the Black man, but if she was, what would could do? Little Dolphina skipped up to her room, showered dried off and went naked to bed, bringing her spoon with her. How she loved that wooden spoon! Such sweet memories! She rubbed it over her nipples and spanked herself with it, fingered her pot and acquiesced the sweet memories of her victim's misfortune, she came in her bed, again and again, shaking and shuddering. During the night Dolphina dreamed that her father came and took her away. She tried not to go with him but he picked her up and carried her silently to his grave and there next to it was another grave readily prepared, for her. It was filled with maggots. He threw her in naked and when she tried to crawl out, he slapped her hands with her wooden spoon. Dolphina awoke, naked, drenched in sweat, still feeling the maggots crawl all over her skin. She turned the light on to discover that it was dark outside and that she had been asleep in bed, naked with the spoon! She couldn't believe that she had fallen asleep! She couldn't believe how late it was. Why hadn't her mother come and gotten her for dinner? What was going on? Putting on a T-shirt and a pair of hello kitty panties she hid her spoon under the mattress and went down stairs. In the kitchen, the scene of most her crimes, she bit her finger and drew a circle of blood. She breathed on to it and flames came up from the deep. Her blood turned black and so did her eyes, the flames danced up to her knees, she stepped into the pit. The flames grew and became wild in their depraved dance and their sordid boasts of ignorance. "Shut your trumpet, proud, vain, lazy! Fond of hissing and crackling, what else can you offer you timid weak sycophants!" she growled. But her master was coming, and the end was drawing near. To teas her he took the form of Don, the lawn man. "HA! HA! HA! HA!" the creature from the deep boomed, it's red on black eyes nothing less than a swirling glimpse into the agony of abyss. "Alas you come!" she trembled before it. "From Harold's side my dear. No matter what torment I throw at the man I cannot remove that expression of relief for being removed from you by such." he touched her bowed head with his mighty black and steaming hand. "Come see his anguish in my eyes." Dolphina looked up and wept. "I have a mission for you, you may take it here." he gestured to his groin. "It will be sweet and then turn your stomach to bitterness." Dolphina reached up and took the long, flaccid genitals in her hands. The balls were heavy as led and the dick as that of a horse or donkey. Stupendously huge there was no way that it would fit into her, she knew it. But when her small white hands took hold it began to lengthen and grow. "Oh yes! OH YES!" the black demon creature of the abyss boomed: "SUCK IT LADY SUCK IT!" Dolphina could not. She brought it to her mouth, but by then the dick was so large it was like licking a wall. She reached her arms around the ever growing thing and could barely reach hand to hand. She swung her legs around it, humping it's slick hot bumpy surface with her body. Holding on as if on a horse, she felt the beast's member begin to twitch. Jumping up, she ran to the head and locked her mouth around the hole which was the size of her fist. The hot white blast knocked her to the ground, covering her in sickly sweet goo. She licked and lapped it up off of her hands, shoulders and legs as another glob rained down on her, and another. In the end she was pasted to the floor. The creatures emissions were sweet tasting, at first, but as she swallowed them, just like he said, it turned her stomach sour and she vomited. The creature laughed and Dolphina awoke, a second time, in her bed. It was morning. She was covered in sweat. Throwing the blankets off she ran to the mirror. To her dismay, it wasn't only sweat. A sticky, clumpy film was knotted throughout her hair. Her body was glazed with a crispy cream like crusty residue, and again she felt sick. Her dismay turned to sheer joy as she realized the dream was no dream, but the vision had been real. It also meant that the things the creature from the deep had told her, while she lay in his cocoon of vile semen, was real. She remembered his whisperings, they feinted in and out of her ears still. She had much to do, to serve her master, there would be more victims, more sorrow, more death to come. But first things first. She had to shower off and decided to join her sister Sophia who never locked the door while she bathed, yes, today was going to be a good day.