0 comments/ 15683 views/ 0 favorites The Woman in Black By: Bigpuss It was to be a night like any other for Augusta Sheppard. When darkness had safely fallen, she stepped out of her front door and checked her watch, as she always did. It was ten o' clock. Time to hit the road. The tall, slender woman climbed carefully into the driver's seat of her beloved car. The long, black gown she wore was slightly restricting; she was in danger of catching one of her pointed heels in the filmy fabric. Never mind, thought Augusta; she hoped soon to be rid of the constraints of her clothing. Augusta started up the car engine. Its throaty purr did not sound too loud in the stealthy silence of night-time. Smoothly, she glided off, her headlights sweeping the darkness, illuminating the trees. Within a few minutes, Augusta had left her home behind and was now driving along a narrow, country road that wound on and on for miles. She did not expect to meet many other vehicles on this journey; it was a road not well-used by travellers, except for a few, inconsiderate locals. No-one ever seemed to reduce their speed when they met her; they went whooshing past her big, cumbersome car without so much as a wave of recognition. Augusta considered this to be very dangerous, especially on corners. Surely they could see her headlights and perhaps slow down a little? Well, let them be rude, Augusta told herself, as, right on cue, a red sports car swept past at high speed, nearly forcing her onto the embankment. Idiots! She didn't need them; these local fools, who thought they owned the roads. Tonight, as with most nights, Augusta was on the lookout for a stranger. Someone new to the area, someone young and male. They never seemed to ignore her once they discovered what she wanted from them. She continued on her way, humming quietly to herself. Overhead, tall trees bent their heads together; almost joining, and forming a leafy tunnel that went on for miles. It could have been ever so slightly eerie for Augusta, driving along there on her own, but she felt no fear, only excitement and anticipation. There was something in the air tonight. She was certain to get what she craved for so hungrily. Augusta did not have to wait long. A few miles further on, shortly after the lights of a farmhouse flashed by, Augusta saw that she was coming to a dark layby; a break in the roadside trees. And she gasped as her headlights picked out a tall figure standing in the layby; it was a young man, who immediately stepped forward as she approached. He shielded his eyes against the glare of the car lights, and gave a small, hesitant wave, his thumb aloft. A hitchhiker! At this time of night, in the middle of nowhere! Augusta couldn't believe her luck and did not for one second question the wisdom of picking up a male hiker when she was alone and vulnerable. As far as Augusta was concerned, the young man was the vulnerable one tonight. She slowed her car just beyond the layby and tooted her horn. The man sprinted a few yards to catch up with her. Augusta wound down the window; he leaned his head in and grinned sheepishly at her. "Where are you headed?" Augusta asked him. "I just need to get to the next village. The buses don't seem to run at this time of night." "Mmm, I see," Augusta thought the shy young man to be rather handsome, with his short, brown hair and pale-blue eyes. This was The One, she was sure of it. "Well, get in," she told him. "I'm going that way." The hiker hesitated. "You don't mind?" He was shivering a little and seemed inadequately attired to be out on a chilly, autumn night; he wore jeans, and a t-shirt with a casual shirt on top. He was quite tall, with a slim physique, and there was some sort of adornment on a thong around his neck. Augusta smiled wickedly. "I don't mind at all. It's my pleasure, in fact." "Good. Thanks." The man opened the door and climbed in beside her. Augusta waited until he was settled, then she moved the car off once more. At first, neither of them spoke. Then, out of politeness, Augusta's passenger tried to make friendly conversation. He told her, in a deep, Irish accent, which Augusta found very appealing, that his name was Richard and he was an agricultural student on placement in the area. Tonight he was due to meet a friend in the pub, and he was running a little late. "Oh," Augusta tried to hide her disappointment. "A female friend?" Richard chuckled. "I wish! No, it's my pal, Chris; he's doing the same course as me, but he managed to get digs in the village where the pub is - lucky bastard! I'm out in the sticks!" Augusta said no more, but secretly, she was relieved to hear that there were two young males new to the area. This definately had potential. Richard continued to chat as the journey wore on. Studying Augusta's elegant appearance, he asked her if she was on her way to a party. "Something like that," she smiled. She felt she could listen to this boy's lovely voice for ever, and the intensity of his gaze, when he looked at her, sent shivers down her spine. But she remained aloof, preferring not to give away too much about herself. Richard was asking her about the car. "It's a beauty - you don't see many of them around. What is it, a Daimler? A real classic!" "If you say so," Augusta stared ahead at the road. She was aware of the young man watching her intently. What was he thinking? Was he suspicious of her; did he think her strange, as all the rest did? Was he attracted to her, as they ultimately were? "So, what's your name?" Richard asked. Augusta popped a cigarette into her mouth, and her passenger obligingly leant forward and lit it for her. "That would be telling," Augusta said, between puffs. "Ah, bit of a mystery lady, are you?" Richard was grinning; he really had a lovely smile. "Well, with that beautiful hair of yours, do you mind if I call you Scarlet?" Augusta tried not to smile. Her glossy, auburn locks never failed to gain admiration from potential suitors. The hair reached quite a long way down her back when loose, but, for now, at least, she had it coiled up in an elegant chignon. Her fingernails, tapping against the steering wheel, were long and painted a dark red. Her body, concealed beneath her gown and a calf-length black coat, was slim and delicate. She knew only too well what an effect such beauty could have on a man. Richard was still looking at her. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes. "Hey, Scalet," he said, eventually. "I'm sure Chris would like to meet you. Why don't you let me buy you a drink, to thank you for the ride?" The one we've just had, or the one that's still to come? Augusta took a deep breath as this thought came into her mind. "I'd like that," She reached out and touched the boy's thigh. It felt firm and muscular; just the way she liked a man to feel. She was aware that Richard had tensed when her fingers made contact with his body. Normally, Augusta would have stopped the car and made a rapid move towards seduction at this point; perhaps caressing his crotch, where an obvious bulge was forming, and then undoing his zipper and going down on him. But she restrained herself. She had to meet Chris first. Augusta hoped he would be as good-looking a young man as this one. She wasn't sure exactly how things might progress from here. However, she was certain of one thing - two lovers would most definately be better than one. * * * The small pub was fairly crowded, as usual. Chris drained his glass and ordered another pint. From his position near the bar, he could see the door and was keeping a close eye on everybody who came in. Where the hell was Richard? He was late; had he missed the bus? There was little enough to do around here at the best of times; Chris didn't particularly want to spend the evening on his own in this God-forsaken place! Taking his eyes off the door for a moment, Chris gazed critically around the pub. It was packed to the gunnels with old folk, and not a decent female in sight. Chris was beginning to wonder if there was anyone in this village under seventy. What was he to do if he got horny? At this rate, it'd just be him and an appointment with his right hand. Chris gave a bitter little laugh and raised the glass to his lips once more. Then, suddenly, Richard appeared. Chris spluttered and nearly choked when he saw what accompanied his friend; only the most gorgeous, statuesque, thirty-something redhead he'd ever seen! What was that bastard Richard doing with a woman like THAT on his arm? The guy certainly had a smug expression on his face, so he must have pulled this beauty somehow. "You took your time!" Chris slapped his friend on the shoulder; a friendly gesture, despite the stain of jealousy that crept over their meeting. "Who's your...companion?" "Chris, I'd like you to meet - Scarlet." Richard beckoned Augusta forward; she smiled serenely. "That's not her real name, but she's a woman of mystery!" "It's a pleasure!" Chris looked at Augusta, taking her in from head to foot. Strange get-up she had on; all that black, like she'd been to a funeral. But that red hair, those slanted green eyes, the amazing body - they were truly to die for. Or at least to masturbate over. Straight away, Richard offered to buy his lift-provider a drink. She requested a gin and tonic, adding that she never usually went into bars because she had trouble getting the barman to notice her. "That surprises me," murmured Chris. "How could a fox like you go unnoticed by any man?" "So you're an Irishman too?" the woman purred in Chris's ear, while Richard was fetching drinks for them all. Chris nodded. "Like that, do you?" "I find it...appealing." "Anything else you like about me?" Chris couldn't resist flirting with this babe. Christ, he hadn't been laid in weeks! The fact that this was a more mature lady, and a posh one at that, rather excited him. Augusta licked her full, red lips. "Everything," she whispered, and reached out to touch his thigh. Chris found himself with an instant hard-on. It almost scared him that his cock got so stiff, so quickly; an immediate response to this woman's touch. He gulped. "Is there something the matter?" the redhead asked, in her deep, husky voice, stroking Chris gently. At that moment, Richard returned with a tray of drinks. "This'll keep us going!" he said cheerfully, seeming unaware of the sparks flying between his blond male friend and the stranger who'd picked him up. Neither of his companions said much for a time; they just stared at each other over their drinks. Richard kept the conversation going single-handedly for as long as he could. Eventually he ran out of things to say. "I'm going for a piss - er, to the gents'," he said, noticing Augusta's feline eyes lingering over his body as he stood up from the table. "Aye, me too!" Chris jumped up and followed his friend to the toilets. Once in there, Richard turned on Chris, hissing: "What d'you think you're doing? Don't leave the lady out there on her own!" "Shit, Richie! I just had to tell you what she's been doing to me underneath the table!" Chris was red in the face, and his cock, when he took it out to pee, was as stiff as a board. "Jesus, what HAS she been doing?" Richard's eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of his friend's huge erection. "She wants me. I think she's up for it!" With some difficulty, Chris let loose a long, yellow stream into the urinal. Richard did the same, scowling; now was his turn to be jealous. "If you must know, she touched ME up in the car on the way here!" he said, not to be outdone. "Couldn't keep her hands off my dick." "What d'you think we should do?" Richard shrugged. "Find out if she IS up for it, I suppose. Take her somewhere quiet and try it on. Who knows - I might soon have her sucking on this!" He wiggled his hips and his cock bounced from side to side. Chris stuffed his own hardened dick back into his trousers and grinned. "You wish!" * * * About an hour passed and several more pints of Guinness were downed before Chris and Richard felt brave enough to ask their female companion what her plans for the evening were. She stretched out her long legs under the table, and the point of each high-heeled shoe pushed itself against the crotches of the two Irishmen. "Well," Augusta said, smiling. "Anything - as long as it involves you two gentlemen!" Chris and Richard looked at one another. "Weren't you headed somewhere?" Richard asked, out of politeness. "No. I've done what I set out to do, thanks." Augusta took a drink; her lipstick left no mark on the glass. "I don't suppose you need another ride?" Richard nodded. "I think we might. Don't you, Chris?" Chris was unable to answer. Augusta's toe was stroking his swollen cock through his pants and he was just about to burst. All he could do was groan urgently; his hands fell beneath the table to grab the exploring foot and pull it against his excited prick. "Where shall we go for this 'ride'?" Richard murmured, fixing his gaze on Augusta's sultry face. "I know just the place," she replied. Chris shuddered as the stroking of her foot increased its pace. "Christ!" he moaned. "I don't believe it - she's jerking me off right in the middle of the bloody pub and no-one's even noticed!" He was so aroused now that he didn't ponder for long on the strange fact that, gorgeous and unusual-looking though she was, not one other person seemed to have acknowledged Augusta's presence. No one smiled at her or even stared; they just pushed past her as though she wasn't there. There was, however, no danger of Chris ignoring her; not with her foot working his cock into a frenzy like that. When he was finally unable to take any more of this tantalizing exploration, Chris leapt up. The bulge in his pants was extremely obvious. "We need that lift now," he said roughly. The woman in black stared at him. Her red lips parted. "I can see that you're ready," she said. "It's definately time." * * * Augusta drove back along the same route she had taken earlier, at a slightly higher speed than before. Beside her sat Chris, immensely excited, his hand stroking her thigh. In the back seat, Richard sat quietly, seeming deep in thought. Augusta caught sight of his serious face in her rear-view mirror, and smiled. "Is something bothering you, my darling?" she asked. Richard shook himself from his reverie. "No. I - I was just wondering where you're taking us, that's all." "This is such a cool car!" Chris looked like a little boy on Christmas Day. "I can't believe we bumped into a posh piece of skirt like you!" Augusta took hold of the hem of her gown and pulled it upwards, exposing the top of a taut, white thigh. Chris began to breathe heavily, placing his hand onto her cool, bare flesh. "I want to fuck you, Scarlet!" he said, with determination. Augusta did not respond. She took the car off the main road and along a rough, muddy track, which wound deep into the woods. The vehicle bumped its way along, and the passengers held on for dear life until Augusta finally brought the car to a halt. They were in a clearing, lit faintly by the glow of the moon. Not far away stood what was left of an old stone cottage; some crumbling walls, the suggestion of a doorway and windows. There was no roof; that had long since disappeared. "Classy place!" said Chris, catching Richard's eye and making a face, as they exited the car. "It'll do. Follow me." Augusta led the way through the gaping doorway and into the skeletal remains of the cottage. Inside the derelict walls there was nothing left of what had once been a dwelling-place. The only inhabitants now were small, wild creatures, who scuttled away into dark corners as the humans approached. The moon provided adequate illumination, but there was a definate chill in the air. Richard shivered. "Bit cold, isn't it, pet?" "Why don't you light the fire?" Augusta gestured to the remains of a fireplace in one wall. The chimney had fallen in, but the grate was still in place. Richard set to work, gathering up small twigs and branches, dead leaves, moss; anything that would burn and sustain a flame. "Make yourself at home." Augusta swept her arm in a circle, indicating to Chris that he should sit down. "Er, OK," he said, doubtfully. There didn't really seem anywhere to sit, but he was so horny, he'd just have to make do and hope that Augusta joined him. A large, soft mound of fallen leaves near the fire appeared to be the most likely place. Chris sat himself down, sinking into the leaves, which crackled and shifted beneath him. He beckoned to Augusta. "Why don't you come and lie here with me?" "In good time," she said. "I must warm myself first." Richard had managed to get a small fire going. Tiny flames leapt up and the dry branches and leaves caught, flaring up cheerfully and sending out a pleasing, smoky aroma. "That's a belter, isn't it?" Richard said, watching it, his face glowing orange in the light it produced. Augusta stared at him, taking him in. Tall, athletic, dark and handsome. He was quite a find. "Come here," she said. "I want you." She opened her arms to him. Richard was compelled to go to her. He seemed mesmerised by the pale beauty of Augusta's face; illuminated, as his was, in the vivid glow of the fire. Before he could touch her, she freed her hair from its chignon; shook loose the long, rust-coloured tresses, which tumbled down her back, reaching almost to her buttocks. Richard put out his hand and gently stroked her cheek. She lifted her chin, an imperious look on her face. "If I find out you're just teasing us..." began Richard. "Is that what you think of me, that I'm a tease?" Augusta snapped. Her eyes were suddenly aflame, like the small bonfire in the grate. Then, as the men watched, Augusta shrugged off her coat. She reached around her back, plucked at the fastenings on her gown. With a silky sigh the garment slid from her narrow shoulders and down to the ground, pooling at her feet like a dark shadow. Underneath the dress, she was naked. Chris bit his lip. "Oh, fuck!" he muttered. Augusta thrust her breasts forward, proudly. Her nipples were hard as bullets in the coolness of the night air. Her skin glowed with an radiance that came from within. Between her long legs, a small, neat patch of dark hair hid her most intimate places. Richard couldn't help himself - he had to have her now. Striding forward, he grabbed Augusta by the shoulders and pulled her towards him for a kiss. His mouth opened on hers, and his tongue moved between her gasping lips, exploring every nook and cranny of her moue. Augusta sighed and responded, pressing her body against the tall Irishman, yearning to feel his hardness, acheing to release him from the confines of his clothing. From his position on the pile of leaves, Chris watched, spellbound, as his friend caressed the naked woman's firm breasts. Richard then bent his head to take Augusta's hard nipples in his mouth, sucking first one, then the other, teasing the swollen nubs with his tongue. Augusta's head fell back. This was what she had been craving more than anything; this was the ultimate pleasure for her. Richard moved his mouth over her body, kissing her silky collar bone, throat and shoulders. She urged him on breathlessly, parting her legs, wanting him to touch her acheing pussy. When he finally did, she cried out; the sensation of his long fingers probing her swollen lips and clit was exquisite. "Make love to me!" she gasped. "Quickly!" Richard began to unzip himself as Augusta looked round for somewhere to lie. She sank down onto another pile of leaves and spread her slender legs wide, touching her moist pussy, using her fingers to part the furled petals of her labia. The Woman in Black She was no ordinary woman. She was a Legend who fed on the souls of those men who knew of her...who loved her...who desired her...and also feared her. She had superhuman strength and used it to her sexual advantage. No man was safe when she was near because all were lured by her extreme sexuality...a power like no other...an irresistible force that reached out and seized the helpless victim. She was breathtakingly beautiful and only came out at night. She was The Woman in Black. Tonight she was hungry and looking for fresh meat. She was searching through the little black book in her mind. Faces, many faces swam before her eyes...some were men she had already found and feasted on...some were new, more challenging men who would be harder to catch and tame. She was in the mood for something different...she was up for a challenge and at last her target became visible. Excitement cursed through her body making her so hot she was ready to explode. He would be alone tonight and she knew he needed her...he just didn't know it yet... Danny was tired. It had been a long day and his wife was away again. Before she left he had tried to reach out to her but she was too busy as usual. How could a woman who had experienced such mind-blowing orgasms by his touch, not want more and more and more? He just couldn't understand it...it just seemed so wrong. He wondered if there was any woman on earth who could ever share his need of passionate sex...white, hot passion and the need to learn as much as there is to know about sex and all things sexual. For Dan was a man who craved sexual intimacy and needed to have, not just his body stimulated, but also his mind. His mind was an amazing place with an imagination that had no end. Yet once again, here he was in bed late at night with just his mind and his hands...alone with nobody to share in the beauty that was him. The night was cool for this time in summer but the chill that ran up Dan's spine had nothing whatsoever to do with the weather. He could feel that his mind had made some sort of connection with another when he had wondered if there was any woman on earth who could match him. His hand stilled on his cock and he listened to the clock strike twelve. He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the cool breeze that wafted through the open window of his bedroom. He even imagined that it felt like the caress of a woman's soft hand on his face. Suddenly his room seemed to fill up with a powerful electric current. His eyes automatically flew open. There, before his window stood the shadowed figure of a woman. She had long dark hair and appeared to be wearing a long black dress. He had heard of her before...had wondered if she existed...and now he knew...here before him in his bedroom in the middle of the night, stood The Woman in Black. His cock jumped in his hand as he remembered stories he had heard of her super-natural powers and physical strength. This woman took whatever she wanted from a man and made him powerless to resist her. She automatically knew what her victims secretly desired and she turned their fantasies into a reality. Dan's whole body was tense with a mixture of fear and sexual excitement. His hand was still holding his now raging hard-on but he could not make a move to let go as he was stiff all over. She came closer and he saw the creamy flesh of her tits swelling over the top of her low cut dress. The material seemed to be velvet and it was exposing so much of her breasts that he could see the tops of her nipples as she moved. He was mesmerized and gripped with the impulse to reach out and touch her. But he dared not...for he had heard the stories of those who had tried and been 'tamed' by her. Dan watched as her eyes turned into soft glowing lights which seemed to illuminate areas she was looking at. She focused on his naked body and then her eyes came to rest on his cock. She arched one perfect eyebrow and smiled knowingly. He thought about moving his hand then but found that she read his mind. His hand was as if glued into place and he could not move it. Now he had to be careful what he thought about or she would know...and he was not sure how much he could trust her. She reached out her hand and touched the top of his head. She closed her eyes and Dan could feel the electric current run through her hand to create a hot sensation on his head. He felt as if every sexual thought he had ever had in his life, was being shared with her...every fetish he had...every desire....every fantasy. When she took her hand away he knew that she now had all the information she needed and wanted. In a strange way he now felt more connected to her as if they had been lovers for a long time but he still did not know anything about her. He had a feeling he would know much more by the time she was finished with him. She now had all the knowledge of what turned him on and what he wanted to see and experience for she found that conversation wasted too much time when a man did not know or trust her. Thought transportation was a quicker means to get the basics needed during a first time experience. She now knew he wanted to see the rest of her tits so she pulled down the top of her dress to expose them for his viewing. His reaction was one of appreciation and was not lost on her. She loved having her tits looked at and now she showed him what else she loved. She reached up to touch her nipples, softly at first but then more roughly, squeezing them between her strong fingers and pulling them while twisting them hard. He wondered what her hands would feel like on his aching cock which was still screaming out for some attention. She read his mind and he realized that his hand was now moving up and down on his cock. But it didn't feel like his own hand, it felt somewhat softer but moved in exactly the way he liked it. He realized that she was masturbating him with her mind. This seemed more powerful and incredible than if she had reached out physically to him. She removed the lower part of her dress to expose a velvet corset which was laced up with leather cord and held up a pair of fishnet stockings. He knew even before he looked down that her shoes would be made with matching velvet and he was not disappointed. They were black velvet with the highest heel he had ever seen on a shoe. His eyes travelled up her legs to where the stockings ended and the creamy white skin of her upper thighs appeared, then he stopped short. The breath he had been holding came out in a quick loud rush as he noticed she was not wearing any underwear. There was not a hair in sight, only the two swollen lips of her pussy were visible. He longed for a taste of the juice he knew was forming inside her. She reached down and ran her finger between her soft lips, bringing it out wet and glistening with her juices. She held her finger out to him and he smelt her scent, his body reacting with a hunger like that of a wild animal. His tongue came out and he licked the tip of her finger. She slid her finger deep inside his mouth and he hungrily sucked on it. His cock was dry and needed some moisture so she took back her finger and opened her beautiful mouth. She allowed a long rope of drool to fall from her mouth onto her hand and then she replaced his hand on his cock with her own slippery wet one. Dan was now in heaven looking at the beauty in black with her large tits exposed and her drool being worked all over his cock by her strong capable hand. He looked at her mouth and sighed as he imagined what it would feel like around his cock. She smiled as she read his mind and the next thing he knew, he was out of his bed and pinned against the wall. It was as if there were invisible ropes holding him tight, like he was actually part of the wall itself with his arms outstretched like a T. All that stuck out was his rock hard cock, still wet from her saliva. She got down on her knees and looked up at him, her sensual mouth forming a smile that matched her eyes in an expression of wonder. Her mouth was now perfectly in line with his erect, throbbing cock and he could feel her warm breath against him, making him shiver with desire. She licked her lips thoroughly and then slid him slowly into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. This was like heaven for Dan, like waking up from a dream to find that the reality was even better. That look, that expression of deep sexual hunger on her face...this was better than he could ever have imagined. She closed her eyes and sucked him in and out of her mouth, running the tip of her tongue around the rim of his engorged head. He wanted to touch her but his hands would not move. She read his mind and stopped sucking for a few seconds to stare intently into his eyes. Her eyes held promises of more to cum...and he felt her wanting him to be patient and just enjoy what she was doing. Then she closed her eyes and began to suck him again. Slowly, with maddening precision, she took him all the way into her mouth and then surprised him by allowing him to slide down her throat. She held him there for a few seconds, squeezing her throat muscles around the head of his cock. Then she eased him out again to tease the rim of his mushroom, only to take him all the way back down her throat. Again she squeezed him and repeated the sequence over and over in the same slow rhythm till he thought he would lose all control. She seemed to know the exact moment when he was ready to cum and then she stopped all movement. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes and locking onto them till she felt him relax again. Then she took his hands and placed them at the back of her head. She took his cock all the way to the back of her throat as deep as he could go and then began moving her head back and forth rapidly so that he was fucking her mouth. Her look was pleading as she stared into his eyes, urging him to use her mouth like a pussy. He grabbed at her hair, trapping it in his fists as he fucked her mouth, slamming his cock home like never before and meeting with no resistance from her at all. Of course, she was a fantasy woman with super powers...naturally she would have no gagging reflex. He wanted to pull out of her mouth to see his entire cock coated in her saliva, so he did. He pulled all the way out of her mouth and gazed with wonder at his slippery wet cock. One long rope of her saliva was hanging off the end of his cock and still attached to her mouth. He pulled back further and she used the tip of her tongue to wind the saliva around her tongue, like someone winding a long strand of pasta around a fork. He was amazed at her skillful tongue and could only stare at her in silence. Then he slowly pulled her head towards his cock again and fucked her face with all the force he could muster. He just couldn't get enough! When he again neared bursting point she halted him mid thrust, waiting till he calmed down. He couldn't believe how she knew when to stop, almost a second before he knew it himself. It was truly mind-blowing. He didn't have to think at all with this woman. She needed no prior warning and all he had to do was enjoy the incredible ride. He started to feel like she really would be able to make every one of his fantasies cum true. She had already done that by having him forcefully fuck her face.... His mind flew to one of his other much thought about fantasies, which made his mouth water and his cock jerk back to bursting point. She read his thought at the same time, as already she was up and bending over the edge of his bed. The bed seemed to lift automatically so that her ass was at the correct height for him to fuck from behind. She was bent over the corner of the bed so that she could twist around to the side and hang her tits over the edge as well. His whole body tensed with anticipation of what she was allowing him to do to her. He had been awake on many nights, thinking about doing this and knowing that the woman sleeping beside him would flat-out refuse to participate. Yet here he was with this thrilling woman inviting him to fuck her ass and mouth at his leisure. It really didn't get much better than this! His cock was still soaked in her saliva so he spat on his hand and rubbed gently over her puckered up back hole. It was tight and looked impossibly hard to penetrate. He gently eased into her pussy instead, enjoying the way his head was spinning with sensations. She was wet and tight and hot around his sensitive cock. He could let go and cum now and it would all be over, but there was no way that he would let that happen. He gently fucked her pussy, delighting in the sexy squishing sounds they made together. He watched her tits bounce as he fucked her and wanted at once to touch them. He bent forward and reached around to pull her nipples. They were so large and hard that he didn't want to let them go. But he knew that he needed to let them go now. He pulled out of her slowly and walked around to her head. Once again her face was at the perfect height so that her mouth was in line with his cock. He held his cock with one hand and offered it to her mouth. She licked at it and then swallowed it all the way to his balls. She sucked at him, coating him again in her saliva. He closed his eyes and enjoyed being in her mouth. Then he gave a few thrusts inside her mouth and pulled out again. He walked back around behind her and fucked her pussy again for a few seconds. Then he couldn't wait anymore. He pulled out of her pussy and began to nudge at her asshole. She pushed back against him till the head of his cock eased through her tight rim of muscle. As his head popped through, he felt the rim contract around him. He had to stop for a second as he felt like a surge of cum was threatening to end his dream too suddenly. Once he regained composure he began to push slowly into her. She pushed back against him, urging him on. Once he was in all the way, he pulled slowly out again and repeated that a few times. He loved the way it felt when his whole cock came all the way out and his head popped in again. He loved the way it looked when he saw her hole slowly beginning to widen as she relaxed to accommodate him. Holding back was getting too hard and he decided to just begin some hard ass-pounding! He fucked her long and hard till he was breathing quite heavily. Then he pulled out of her and walked around to her head. Her beautiful sexy mouth opened immediately to accept his thick cock, straight from having just fucked her ass. He let her suck him clean for a bit and then grabbed her hair to pull her hard against him. He plowed into her mouth over and over again, consumed with a feeling of total disbelief at what was happening. After he fucked her mouth, he went back around to her ass and pounded it some more. He knew he was not going to last much longer at this rate. She was just too fucking hot! Finally he pulled out of her ass and she knew it was time...he needed release. She was on her knees in front of him in a flash, looking up at him with eyes that seemed to beg... He couldn't resist reaching for her to take his cock in her mouth one more time. He drove his cock into her willing mouth, all the way down her throat once more. The feeling that this was his last chance to experience something so fucking awesome spurred him on. Finally they both knew he was about to cum. He pulled out of her mouth and used his hand to guide the direction of cum. Long white ribbons of cum spurted from his cock and landed on her face and tits with some landing on her hair as well. Her mouth was open to receive as much of his offering as possible, so he aimed the last ribbon into her hot cum cave and emptied the last drops of his load straight onto her tongue. The look of pure lust in her eyes as she licked his cum from around the edges of her lips, inspired him to lean forward and kiss her. This was the first time she had allowed such a thing to happen and to go unpunished...but she could break her own rules just this once... The Woman in Black The Woman in Black Mrs Jennet Humfrye torments a new female visitor ***** I. A New Visitor Arrives Nobody had set foot inside Eel Marsh House for twenty years when Ms Claire Heoghan spontaneously decided to visit. A young teacher of English Literature at a school in her village, Claire was currently on holiday and she boarded the train with excited literary endeavour, happy that she would soon have a legendary story to tell her students. It was the end of the summer of 1967 and, with no more than a suitcase and a rucksack, she arrived and rented herself a room at an inn in the village of Crythin Gifford, where the legend of the Woman in Black had its origin. That legend had been told in her home village when she had been a little girl, and she had always been curious to find out whether it was true. Once she arrived, she saw that there was no more direct access to the island where the legendary house was. The inn-keeper told her that the army had eliminated the road with detonators after the war to hinder all passage through land when the tide was low. It was whispered that this had been done at the request of the village council. On the shore near the seabed where the road had been, the Royal Army had placed barbed wire and a "Keep out" sign. The official reason for banning all visitors was that there was an endemic bird species on the island that needed to be isolated and remain unfettered by human contact. Despite these deceitful statements Claire suspected that the real reason was that the legend about the Woman in Black was probably true. On the day after her arrival, Claire was confronted with the impossibility of reaching Eel Marsh House. She wandered the muddy beaches for several hours until she discovered an old wooden rowboat hidden in the tall grass beside the beach and then waited until nightfall to row across. Once it was dark and the tide was high enough, Claire finally managed to drag the heavy boat into the water. She was wearing an A-line skirt and a short-sleeved blouse, which guaranteed little protection against scrapes and bruises, but which also gave her better manoeuvrability. As she didn't have any oars, she used a very long piece of driftwood to make her way ahead across the waters. She'd brought nothing with her except for some matches in the breast pocket of her blouse which, under unfortunate circumstances, she could easily spoil during this journey across the water. The wind blew favourably and the tide was helpful, and finally, after about half an hour she reached the shore of the island where the legendary mansion was. The island seemed completely deserted. Nobody, not even the army seemed to have the will to guard it. In the sky, dense cloud formations covered the moon and it was pitch dark all around. Very much endowed with as much courage as imprudence, the beautiful, brave young woman set foot on land and began to walk towards the entrance of the old house. There wasn't a lock nor was there a key needed to enter. The door screeched as she opened it and, once inside, she used her pocket matches to look ahead. After an initial inspection she lit two of the candles on the wall nearby. The entire house was very old and somewhat deteriorated, and even a bit dusty, but there wasn't a single spider's web anywhere and the house didn't show any signs of having been touched. Century-old paintings still covered the wall along the staircase and everywhere there were things to be seen which hadn't been moved for several decades. With a candle in her hand, the brave young woman slowly crept up the stairs, the boards cracking under her feet, her curiosity superseding her fear. Once she was upstairs, she heard the sound of a music box which began to resound all through the empty house. She felt relieved that someone else were there too, and she called out several times but got no answer. With a knot in her throat, Claire made her way down the gangway and walked in the direction from where the music was coming. Suddenly the music stopped, and she found herself in the middle of nowhere, not knowing where to go. She then caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors in the gangway and let out a loud shriek, for in the reflection there was something standing behind her: a woman dressed in black. Claire did not see the woman behind her when she turned away from the mirror but she frantically ran in any direction, finally hiding in a bedroom beside the gangway. Now she was terrified. She lifted the covers of the bed and climbed inside, shivering and quivering, not paying any mind to the rancid smell of the covers. Her candle was out and on the floor, and the room all around her was shrouded in complete darkness. Now she knew it was real. The legend of Jennet Humfrye was not a legend; it was true. Fearing for her life, she then began to hear different sounds, all of which seemed to come from all around the house. Somewhere in the house an out-of-tuned piano began to play what sounded like one of Chopin's waltzes, and then the music box played some old ballad. The wooden floor in the room began to crack all around the bed, until suddenly, all became silent. And then, there she was: In front of the bed suddenly stood the spectre, the terrifying Woman in Black. Claire screamed at the top of her lungs, then fainted and fell into a deep sleep. II. The Spectre Speaks Claire woke up the next morning with sunrays in her eyes, and with gratitude acknowledged that she was still alive and breathing. She remembered the terrifying vision that had put her to sleep and immediately set out to leave the island for good. The adventure was over. It was indeed early and a very warm summer's day, but even in the daylight the house was very spooky. As Claire walked down the dark corridor she felt a cold wind blowing through it and was very relieved when she finally made it out of the house through the main entrance. Once outside, she took a deep breath of fresh air and began to stroll around the bleak island, looking for the rowboat she had put to use the day before and intending to row back at any cost as soon as the tide came in. She walked all around the shore but she couldn't find the boat; the tide had taken it. How was she to leave the island now? Walking back across the muddy seabed was also not an option; she would certainly sink, get stuck and then drown when the tide rose anew. Cursing herself for her imprudent visit, she continued to stroll around the island trying to come up with a new plan for her flight back to the village. She soon came upon a big puddle full of crystal-clear rainwater and she drank from it using her hands. She also found an apple tree and ate one of its few fruits. As she ate she was oblivious all the while to the fact that the dark female figure was glaring at her from far behind, standing among the trees in the distance. Once she had finished eating, Claire walked until she came across a small graveyard and she shivered slightly as she saw Jennet Humfrye's tomb. As she continued to make her way through the forest she spotted something quite unexpected: a surly little girl who stood among the trees a few metres ahead. She was dressed in white and holding something in her enclosed hand. Startled by the sight, Claire stopped and remained speechless. -Use this when she comes to you again. -The girl said seriously, and she gave Claire what she was holding. It was a small stone, and a very common one. Claire looked back up to request an explanation but the girl had vanished. What did this all mean? Was she supposed to throw the stone at Jennet Humfrye now the next time she was frightened by her? It didn't make sense. She put the stone in her breast pocket with her matches and wandered around the island a little longer, and then finally went back inside the house, in search for anything she could use to float back to the opposite shore. Once inside, she was immediately frightened by the sight of the Woman in Black, who was standing at the bottom of the staircase. She was a tall, well-proportioned slender woman dressed completely in black. Her face was still visible behind her black veil, and she was as pale as milk. Claire gasped violently at the terrifying sight, but this time she didn't scream. She extracted the stone from her breast pocket and showed it to the Woman in Black, not knowing what outcome to expect from this. The spectre didn't move, but to Claire's surprise, it began to speak. The Woman in Black then articulated her sentences very slowly, her terrifying voice sounding something like a loud whisper. -In the presence of the stone... I am obligated to speak... -said the woman. -Are you Jennet Humfrye? -Claire asked timidly. - Yes... -Answered the woman, sounding the way a snake would sound if it could speak. -I sense a lot of evil and hatred in your heart... -Said Claire, not having thought of anything better to say. -Your senses are correct... -Answered the woman again. -Why can I see you if you are dead? -Asked Claire. The spectre took a deep breath and then answered in the same horrible whispering voice. -I am not dead. -She said. -Another woman was buried in my stead and I was given a second chance to live... but I cannot eat... nor drink... nor sleep... -That's impossible... How do you stay alive then? -Evildoing, wrongdoing keeps me alive... Murder... Every time I am sighted a child dies in the nearby village. That is the task I have been given before I descend into the netherworld, and in exchange I am allowed to go on living. I will stay here as long as I can before my soul burns for all eternity... I am afraid... -Who has given you the privilege of living longer? -The Evil One... -But if you are not dead, how is it that you can appear and disappear the way you did yesterday in the looking glass? -It is one of the powers I have been given... -Explained the lady. -I need it to commit the murders... Suddenly, in an instant, Jennet Humfrye disappeared from the staircase and immediately reappeared in front of Claire. Claire shrieked and instinctively leapt backwards, ending up with her back against the front door. The Woman in Black stared at her from behind her veil and said nothing. Her eyes were brown and she had dark under-eye circles. Her facial expression was wicked, but terrifyingly beautiful too. Brave Claire summoned all the courage that was possible and spoke again. -Are you going to kill me? -She asked in a sincerely worried tone. -No, but you will not leave this island alive... -Answered the dark lady, without emotion. -Please, Mrs Humfrye, forgive my intrusion and let me go! -Begged Claire, her courage faltering. -...I've never been keen on forgiveness... -Answered the Woman in Black. -But leaving is up to only you... if you find a way... Now that you have seen me... I have to slay a child... perhaps one of your pupils... -No! -Shouted Claire. -Please, don't hurt any of my children, please have mercy, I beg of you! -There will be no mercy... Only if you placed yourself wholly at my service... could I reconsider... -At your service? -Asked the young woman. -What should you require from a poor school teacher? -You shall do my will... with utmost diligence... -Said the Woman in Black. Claire was frightened as she realised what that meant: Once at her mercy, she would serve the evil lady and commit crimes under her spell. She most certainly had to refuse; she would rather die than murder anybody, let alone innocent children. She was not going to sell her soul. But if she didn't do it, she would be unable to prevent her students' deaths, which she herself was also the cause of. She had seen the Woman in Black and now there were consequences for the children she loved the most. What was she to do? -You have until sundown to decide... -Warned the Woman in Black. -We shall meet again then... The Woman in Black disappeared and Claire was left alone. The young woman panicked and, for the rest of her day she looked everywhere for something she could use as a raft when the tide rose again. She looked all around the house but found nothing, not even a plank, and she felt too weak to lift any piece of furniture that would probably float. In her quest for anything she could use, Claire entered every room in the house, feeling presence all the while, sensing eyes fixed on her from behind her back. When the sun began to sink she sat on one of the steps of the staircase and wept out of sheer exasperation. She finally resolved to do it: She would place herself at Mrs Humfrye's service in the hopes of protecting her dear pupils and saving their lives. III. A Great Woman Humbled Once the sun hid in the horizon, Claire became nervous. She expected the Woman in Black to reappear before her but nothing happened. After a few minutes of lethargically biting her fingernails Claire came to her senses. The little music box was sounding again, and she knew that that was her cue. She went back up the stairs and began to walk down the aisle, terrified and not knowing what to expect. She finally arrived at the door at the end of the gangway. The music box sounded from within, and there was also a wooden sound of rocking back and forth, constant and distinct. She tried to enter but the door was locked. After several tries she gave up and just stood behind the door, hoping that all would soon come to an end. The music box then stopped playing and the door opened by itself, but the rocking sound continued. As she entered the room, Claire saw nobody inside and the room was full of strange animal figures. At the other side of the room, a rocking chair was moving. It was facing away from her, but Claire could see that someone was sitting in it. It was the Woman in Black. With a shiver moving once more down her spine, Claire took the stone out of her pocket again and walked towards the rocking chair until she was standing right in front of Mrs Humfrye, the mere sight of whose pale face frightened her. The chair stopped rocking and the evil woman spoke. -You have resolved to put yourself at my service... -Jennet Humfrye said in her odd, whispering voice. -Yes. -Answered Claire submissively. -Kneel before me... -Ordered the lady, as emotionless as before. Humiliated by the very order she was given, Claire obeyed and she kneeled before the terrifying figure. -Then I hereby proclaim you at my service... Going forward you will address me as Mistress... and I shall not address you by any name... I shall only give you my orders...and you shall obey them... -Yes, Mistress... -Replied Claire, her terrified eyes trying to avoid the evil woman's countenance. -If you fail to comply, your dear pupils will die... -Jennet Humfrye slowly said in rhyme. -Yes, Mistress... -Answered Claire again, about to break into tears. -Good... -said the lady in her ghastly voice. -Very good. The next few moments were filled with a horrible silence between the two women, as the Woman in Black kept her eyes fixed on her new servant. Claire's fear then suddenly turned into heroism: She was now determined to do anything to prevent her dear children from being assassinated by this monster. The Woman in Black then reached out her hand and told Claire to kiss it. The lady's fingernails were very long and pointy, and her skin was as pale as the moon. As Claire kissed her mistress's hand she was surprised that it was not cold. The terrifying figure was actually alive as she claimed, hot-blooded and human. -What more shall you have me do, Mistress? -Asked Claire heroically, ready to accomplish anything. -You shall begin by professing your submission... and humiliate yourself before me... -Answered the evil woman, adding nothing more. No further instruction was given. The Woman in Black bettered her posture on the rocking chair and grinned maliciously at the young woman. Not able to look into those evil eyes for too long, Claire looked down in fear. The lady in black then put her hand on Claire's head and began to push it down towards the floor, as if forcing her to bow to her. Claire was distressed by this, but she didn't resist it. As she held Claire's head, the lady slid her left foot across the floor until it was right below Claire's face. Then, she pushed the head down until Claire's lips touched the upper part of her foot. Claire understood her task and she turned that first touch into a kiss. Then she kissed her mistress's foot again to test for a reaction in case she had misunderstood her instructions. She kissed once, and as there was no reaction, she kissed several more times without stopping. In her black lacquer shoes very little skin of the evil woman's foot was available to be kissed. Claire kissed the skin from Jennet's instep over and over, and the Woman in Black finally let go of her Claire's head to lay back in the rocking chair and allow the kissing she had prescribed. The Woman in Black said nothing and only grinned maliciously as she gazed downwards at Claire. All that was heard across the spooky room was the echo of Claire's kisses on the skin and on the shiny leather of her mistress's feet. Mrs Humfrye did not remove her shoes and she made her visitor continue to uncomfortably kiss her feet for as long as she felt adequate. There was no stopping without the dark lady's instruction, so Claire's humiliation went on for quite a while. Utterly humiliated, the beautiful young woman kissed her mistress's shoes without letting up, in the hopes that all would end soon. After a good hour of being on the floor in the same kneeling position, Claire's body started to hurt and she wished to shift positions, but she was afraid of so much as asking her dark mistress for permission. Her lips were also tired from all the kissing but she had no choice; she had to continue until Mrs Humfrye spoke. The Woman in Black sat there silently, watching her new servant do her will unconditionally, and still not determined to let her stop. IV. The Woman in Black... and Purple Claire had been submissively kissing Jennet Humfrye's feet for two hours when the evil woman finally spoke. -Stop. -She finally ordered. Claire finally stopped and she sat back on the wooden floor. -Going forward... -Spoke the evil lady. -Going forward you shall do this whenever I appear... before you... -Yes, Mistress. -Agreed Claire sombrely. The Woman in Black remained seated on the rocking chair staring at Claire with her wicked brown eyes, completely silent and monitoring Claire's every move. Afraid of her mistress's eyes once again, Claire stared down at the floor, slightly trembling with nervousness. The Woman in Black was now pondering evil thoughts behind her veil and Claire was afraid. After a short pause, the Woman in Black put her hand on her knee and slowly began to lift her long, black dress until she gave Claire a look at her milky-white shins. -You shall continue... -She whispered. Mrs Humfrye took Claire's hand and put it on one of her calves. Claire touched the lady's calf with her hand but didn't understand what she was supposed to do. What did the dark lady want? Did she want her to rub her leg or to kiss it as she had kissed her feet? Both the thought and the sensation sent horrible shivers down her spine. Everything that the Woman in Black required from her now radically contradicted Claire's nature. Not only was Claire uncomfortable with any kind of contact with another woman, but kneeling before her also made her uneasy. Kneeling that close before another woman was repulsive to her; the proximity of another woman's sex instilled an unbearable sensation of disgust in her. She had a terrible phobia towards womanly touch and the worst among her recurring nightmares was kissing another woman. Claire's worst fear was also "going mad" and changing her sexual orientation. The Woman in Black The dark lady seemed to have read Claire's heart and then spoke. -Do it... -She clarified. -Give your Mistress... female touch... Distressed, Claire knelt before her mistress again and reluctantly began kissing the front of the lady's ankle and simultaneously began caressing her calf with her hand. Ashamed of what she was doing, she very slowly kissed her way up Jennet's shin until she reached her knee, and then she went back down and started over from Jennet's foot, kissing her way back up her shin. Mrs Humfrye's leg smelled a bit like sweat and the taste of the skin was somewhat salty, but it was also smooth and hairless. Once Claire's lips had reached the dark lady's knee for the second time, the Woman in Black lifted her dress a little more and instructed Claire to continue. What did that mean? Was she now supposed to kiss the Woman in Black up her leg? It seemed like it; Mrs Humfrye had just lifted her dress practically up to her waist, although her crotch was fortunately still not in sight. Claire was experiencing a nightmare that got worse as the minutes went by. Her phobia made her shake to the thought of kissing the lady's thigh, especially the inner thigh. She wouldn't be able to carry out such an order under any circumstance; that was too sexual. She proceeded to kiss the front of her mistress's thigh instead, in the hopes that this would suffice. How she hoped that the Woman in Black didn't have any sexual intentions and that it all end soon! Jennet Humfrye said nothing and remained silent for a moment, then she slowly pushed Claire's lips towards her inner thigh and told her to carry on from there. Claire was frightened as she thought of what awaited her further up, once there was no more inner thigh left to kiss ahead of her. Concentrating on her mission to protect her young students, Claire obediently started to kiss her way up the dark lady's inner thigh, and she didn't break, although her nervousness grew as she got closer. She was scared to death of the thought that she would probably soon be seeing Mrs Humfrye's crotch, and so she kissed as slowly as she could to procrastinate. Things were getting sexual and Claire was starting to really worry about what her mistress had in store for her that night. What Claire was now doing was categorically wrong to her, and were it not that children's lives were at stake, she would have surely chosen her own death instead of this. Kissing someone like that was something which should only happen between men and women-she thought-, and only between lovers. However, -she realised- what else was she to expect from a woman as twisted as Jennet Humfrye, a woman twisted enough to kill innocent children? Everything about her as it is was against nature, all of her desires were wrongful, and only in error did she find pleasure. There was no expecting otherwise from a woman drenched in evil such as her. With these thoughts in mind Claire pondered her resentment against the Woman in Black and her looming depravity. As she reflected on this, she continued to kiss up her new mistress's inner thigh, hating it every bit of the way and wishing that time would stop or that she could turn into a bird and fly away to her room back at the inn. Soon there would be no more thigh left to kiss. What would happen then, when she were to be confronted with the proximity of Mrs Humfrye's crotch? What a nightmare this was, the nightmarish version of honest lovemaking! The rocking chair was too narrow and uncomfortable for the Woman in Black, and Mrs Humfrye's legs were too close together, so soon Claire's head was stuck between them and she couldn't move any further along Jennet's inner thigh. The Woman in Black, whose intentions seemed to in fact be quite sexual, slowly moved forward towards the edge of the chair, trying to find a position in which she could separate her legs better. As she repositioned her legs apart from each other, the Woman in Black gave Claire an involuntary flash of her crotch, but she immediately put her legs back together and seemed about to rise from the rocking chair. As things evidently could not continue like this, Mrs Humfrye indeed rose to her feet and in her whispering voice told Claire to follow her. As they began to leave the room, one of the animal figures in the room boisterously began to make noise and scared Claire. It was a creepy toy resembling a monkey with cymbals. Mistress and visitor both left the room, Claire behind her mistress, happy to have bought time for whatever was to come, but also distressed by the inevitability of what was about to happen. Meanwhile, the image of Mrs Humfrye's crotch was imprinted in her mind: Between Mrs Humfrye's legs Claire had just seen something like a sort of black triangle, but her crotch hadn't been naked, no; that had not been a black triangle formed by pubic hair, but by a black undergarment, as black as her dress. Claire followed her evil mistress into the room where she had slept the night before. It was scary that the only steps which she heard on the floor were her own. The Woman in Black was not walking; she was actually levitating across the floor. Something violently closed the door behind them when they were inside the bedroom. How many powers did this woman have? Jennet Humfrye then stood on the floor with her back to the bed and Claire stood nervously before her, terrified once more by her evil, pale face. -Kneel... -Whispered the Woman in Black. Claire obeyed immediately and got on her knees, inconsolably nervous. -And now... -She instructed again. -Continue your humiliation... Show me your obedience... or children will die... The evil woman's threat reminded Claire of her mission to save the children, but she still hesitated. Claire nervously lifted Mrs Humfrye's dress up to her waist and her black underskirt along with it. To Claire's amazement, the Woman in Black was indeed wearing a black undergarment, a pair of black briefs, and on the top of the front of her panties was a tiny, sewn-in bow-shaped ribbon of dark purple. Claire hesitated and knew not how to continue, and she froze and stared for a moment as she held up the dress, amazed at Mrs Humfrye's well-kept figure and the youthfulness of her shapes visible in the weak moonlight. Except for the little purple ribbon on her knickers, Mrs Humfrye was an utter and complete Woman in Black. She was indeed herself the Woman in Black from the legend, in every way and at every level. Soul, underwear, underskirt, dress and veil were as dark as could be. Claire's time for procrastination was come to an end. The evil mistress knew what was going to happen that night, but she remained silent. Claire kissed the evil woman's thigh, and began to work her way upwards as slowly as possible towards her crotch, once again. Mrs Humfrye monitored Claire's hesitant movements, knowing that soon she would be feeling Claire's lips where she wanted them; thinking evil thoughts as ever, behind her veil. V. Black and White Salt before Dawn Soon, Claire ran out of salty thigh to kiss and she felt fabric brushing against her cheek: Mrs Humfrye's undergarment was right there, right beside her, tight against the evil lady's crotch. Terrified and unwilling to go on, Claire looked upwards as if imploring mercy from the Woman in Black, her mistress, but found none. Behind the veil was a terrifyingly beautiful face with a wicked smile that faded and changed into a sombre glare. The woman's beautiful face was suddenly full with menacing will, and the more Claire procrastinated, the more probable it became that the Woman in Black would change her mind about their deal. Claire had better get on with her humiliation or there would be fatal consequences for her young and innocent students. -I know your worst fears... -Said the dark lady. -I know what you fear the most... and what troubles you... Claire sat on her feet to listen to her mistress. -Exactly that is what you will do now... You will do that which troubles you the most... -She continued. -Only your suffering pleases me... And you will please me... -She concluded. -But Mistress... -Said Claire. -I can't... I just can't. -She whined. -Please have mercy! -You shall do as I say... -Continued the Woman in Black. -There will be no mercy...You know very well...How my eyes have been following you... How my stare caresses your shapes when I stand behind you... You have perceived this often since you've arrived... I desire you... And you owe me your obedience... You owe me your obedience! The last phrase had not been a whisper, but a resounding scream. Intimidated, terrified, and about to break, the young woman let go of Jennet's dress and fell backwards. She looked up into the lady's terrifying eyes; Jennet Humfrye's threatening countenance made her so fearful that she got back to her kneeling position, lifted Mrs Humfrye's dress again and immediately kissed her black undergarment for the first time. Utterly against her own female nature, she kissed it on the bit right over the dark lady's vulva. Having done this she tremulously looked back up into the evil woman's face, seeking the approval she did not find. Having lost all her dignity, her courage, and somehow also her femininity, Claire was fearfully determined to defuse her mistress's imminent wrath at any cost. She plunged her face back into Mrs Humfrye's underwear and gave her crotch a longer kiss. After a short instant, she was forced to pull back, not only at the behest of her heterosexual female nature, but also as she was nauseated by a powerful smell: It was certain that Mrs Jennet Humfrye had not bathed for quite a while, and her sex, even when covered by an undergarment, did not just let off pheromones into the air. Still terrified, Claire summoned up all her courage and buried her face into her mistress's crotch once more, nervously kissing the fabric again and again, ignoring the smell with heroic difficulty. Two distinct vaginal lips met her own through the cloth and soon she kissed her way up the entire undergarment until she reached the tiny purple bow, which she also kissed. Slightly above the vagina, she could feel Jennet Humfrye's dense pubic hair pushing up the black fabric and below it she soon found her mistress's clitoris too and began to kiss over it, completely forgetful of her own sexual orientation. As she kissed the woman's sex through the undergarment, Claire felt how her womanhood was slowly being taken from her by the dark mistress. Even if she survived and managed to leave the island eventually, would she still be the same person or would she go mad? And if she didn't, what story would she tell about Eel Marsh House once she returned home? Fearful of her mistress's wrath, Claire soon began to use her tongue on the fabric in the hopes of appeasing her. The Woman in Black allowed it with a wicked smile as she remained standing, looking down on Claire. On her knees, beautiful Claire was extremely submissive, an authentic servant granting her mistress obscure favours in the moonlight. Her hands were behind Mrs Humfrye's thighs as the latter held her dress up with both hands and looked down through her veil at the young woman she had subdued. After a short while, the Woman in Black stopped looking downwards and she let her underskirt and her dress out of her hands as she stood up straight. The robes fell around her body and on top of Claire, who seemed not to notice. Claire was now under Jennet Humfrye's black dress, mouthing her panty-clad vagina in utter darkness. As she continued to get her vulva kissed through cloth, the Woman in Black gazed out the window with half-shut eyes, quiet and seemingly emotionless behind her veil. Outside, near the shore, an empty rowboat was floating with the tide; the boat Claire had used the night before had coincidentally found its way back to the island. The Woman in Black said nothing as Claire diligently licked her crotch oblivious to her own chance to escape. The Woman in Black then lifted her dress and her underskirt back up and looked down at Claire, as if pleased by the sight of that beautiful face between her legs. As Claire continued to lick and kiss Mrs Humfrye's black gusset, she noticed how the cloth had become completely soaked in her saliva. Through the black cloth of her underwear seeped the salty taste of Jennet's vulva, which was incredibly salty, as salty as seawater. After a while, the smell of Mrs Humfrye's crotch soon became less foul and more bittersweet. Claire's tongue and mouth seemed to have licked and sucked it clean. Claire's mouth worked between Jennet's legs for over two hours without a break, and not only were her knees completely in pain, but her lips were numb from the contact with the fabric and her tongue was in such pain that she was having trouble moving it. Mrs Humfrye had intentionally kept her knickers on with this in mind. As she wanted Claire to suffer, she kept her knickers on so Claire would scrape her tongue as she licked her vulva through them. She observed Claire for a while more and, once the rowboat was out of sight she told Claire to stop. Claire thankfully kissed her mistress's feet and then she was told by her mistress to rise back on her feet and stand up. Once Claire stood, the two women remained in front of each other, the young teacher's beautiful grey eyes set on the sublime, frightening dark eyes of the tall Woman in Black. Without saying a word, Jennet Humfrye uncovered her terrifically beautiful pale face and put her veil backwards over her head, revealing her middle-aged female features. Claire was amazed that a woman that evil could be so beautiful. The Woman in Black then put her hands on Claire's waist and inclined her face slowly towards hers until their mouths met in a kiss. Claire had trouble reciprocating the kiss and was quite bothered by it, especially by Jennet's stale breath, but she still kissed her back without opposing resistance. She had already kissed the dark lady's crotch; why would kissing her lips be any worse? -Foot on the edge... -Whispered Mrs Humfrye confusingly. Claire seemed to understand her meaning, and she lifted one of her feet and put it on the edge of the bed, her legs now wide apart from each other. Jennet Humfrye kissed Claire on the lips again and then began to move away from her mouth, slobbering down her neck towards her bosom. The Woman in Black briefly kissed Claire's generous, firm, youthful breasts without removing her white blouse, and soon she herself was on her knees, kissing Claire's abdomen, right above the waist band of her beige A-line skirt. Claire would have never thought her evil mistress to kneel before her. Claire began to breathe nervously and she realised she couldn't keep her eyes off Mrs Humfrye's face. The Woman in Black then ducked inside Claire's skirt and the young woman felt the warm sensation of a kiss on her vulva, through the underwear. Claire had been wearing the same pair of white cotton knickers since the day she had arrived to the island, but their saltiness and strong odour only seemed to encourage the depraved lady in black to lick and suck them more intensively. The young woman lifted her skirt and could barely believe the sight of what was happening between her thighs. Jennet Humfrye, the Woman in Black -the legend that was as true as truth itself, the murderous and evil spectre, the terrifying figure from the ghost stories from her childhood-, was at that moment licking her vagina through her panties. It was unbelievable. Apart from her half-shut eyes Jennet hardly seemed to have changed her facial expression and her long, powerful tongue oozed proudly across Claire's white gusset. The Woman in Black had such a powerful lick that Claire almost felt as if she had no knickers on. Sometimes, Jennet's licks were so strong that the young woman feared the tongue would rip through the cotton fabric. Claire saw the sickly enjoyment on Mrs Humfrye's face as she licked and sucked on her salty knickers as if wanting to wash them clean with her mouth. Soon Claire began to moan as she continued to get sucked through the cotton fabric. She was outraged at her own pleasure and felt ashamed of her enjoyment. A traditional woman, she never would have thought it possible to obtain such pleasure from another woman's mouth, let alone a woman like Mrs Jennet Humfrye. Amazed, Claire stared at the Woman in Black's sublime face working on her crotch, and then the face began to slowly drift out of sight, underneath the wide arch between Claire's legs. Soon Jennet's face was completely out of her sight and licking directly underneath her, and her black dress rustled on the floor as she shifted positions. The beautiful young woman felt how Mrs Humfrye's long tongue caressed her panties below her and made its way into the cleft of her two round glutei: The Woman in Black was now licking her anus through the panties. As she did this she also began to rub her long, pointy fingernails through the cloth over Claire's vagina and clitoris, making her moan louder than she had ever moaned. Once Claire's knickers were completely drenched, she felt two fingernails move her knickers to the side, and almost collapsed from the pleasure when she felt the Woman in Black tonguing her anus directly. The direct contact made her voice tremble as she moaned, and she had a tough time keeping her balance and staying on her feet. The pleasure of Jennet's tongue on her anus lasted for a long time, indeed almost an hour, which was much longer than Claire would have expected. Jennet's tongue caressed Claire's anus with such endeavour that it revealed to be what the depraved dark lady enjoyed doing the most. The Woman in Black soon made her face visible again as she returned to Claire's panty-clad crotch, and she licked her vulva through the underwear a few more times before attempting direct touch. Claire's cinnamon-coloured hair drooped down past her shoulders as she continued to look down at her perverted, evil mistress, who was sucking on the cloth of her knickers with a powerful vacuum, attempting to swallow any last remaining traces of saltiness on the cloth. Now Claire's knickers were bland and had the lacklustre taste of damp cloth mixed with her own vaginal fluids and Jennet's saliva, so Mrs Humfrye decided to finally pull Claire's panties to the side and put her mouth directly on Claire's delicious vaginal lips. She began to lick and suck with unexpected momentum, and Claire began to moan louder and louder, as Jennet buried her face in her brown, hairy pubic shrub. The depraved lady in black didn't only suck on Claire's female organ; she also licked and sucked on her muff, hungrily swallowing any hair that ended up stuck in her mouth. The sight was somewhat revolting to Claire's eyes, but her mistress's sucking was more pleasurable than any sexual contact she had ever experienced. As the Woman in Black continued to passionately suck her vulva and to lick her clitoris with her long, strong tongue, Claire's moans began to get louder and louder, until she eventually climaxed and let off a loud, shrill scream and the pleasure made her collapse to the side of the bed. When she opened her eyes again, the Woman in Black had disappeared. Completely exhausted from the long, unusual, sexual evening, Claire fell asleep then and there, without climbing into bed for the night. VI. A Bittersweet Dream Unbelievable thirst made Claire wake up in the morning, and she immediately got up, intending to leave the house in search of improvised food and drink. As she went down the staircase towards the main entrance she found the Woman in Black standing there, in front of the door, her pale face gazing at her through the veil. The sight of the Woman in Black made Claire's heart jump in her chest, and then she remembered what Jennet Humfrye had told her the night before; that she should kiss her feet every time she saw her, so she proceeded to walk towards her mistress. She walked slowly, knelt before her, leaned forwards and then kissed both her feet several times. The Woman in Black -Good. -Said the Woman in Black. -Don't forget... I will be watching... Having said this, the evil lady disappeared and Claire stepped outside the house in search for water. Something in the way she walked revealed a profoundly reflexive state of mind, and in her grey eyes could be seen her obscure inner pain as she mourned the death of her female dignity. At first she hoped that the ordeal she had undergone the previous night would have been a mere nightmare, but she realised that it had only been a nightmare come true. To her luck it had rained the night before and it wouldn't be difficult for her to find water. After searching for a while she was finally able to drink clean rainwater from a puddle that had formed between the roots of a tree. So great was her thirst that she almost drank the complete puddle. Afterwards she went to the apple tree from the day before and picked the last four apples that were left and ate them with great appetite. As she ate, she realised that there would be nothing left for her to eat the next day and she began to worry. One more day on the island and she would have to start eating tree bark to survive, and there was no telling how much longer she would be forced to remain at the dark lady's service and keep the children unharmed. The Woman in Black was probably right; she wouldn't manage to leave the island alive. As she had no desire to go back inside the house she remained hidden around the island for many hours and completely out of sight. At midday she sat on one of the rocks near the shore of the island, pensively overlooking the muddy seabed and the opposite shores in the distance. Sparrows chirped on a branch over her head and she dreamed of having wings like them. She couldn't help thinking over and over about the perverse Woman in Black and how she had violated her, and she felt delightfully confused by the pleasure she had experienced with her the evening before. Perhaps the best solution would be to quit her service deliberately, to get off the island again and leave her horrible mistress behind. Claire resolved to tell the dark lady her intentions of leaving the next time she saw her, even if it meant she should have to swim off the island and cause the deaths of who knows how many children. She had to think of herself now and leave while it was possible. In the end, it wasn't her fault if the Woman in Black committed such horrible murders. She wouldn't be the one committing them, so her duty now was to leave and save herself. As she thought of this, she fell asleep with her back against a rock and began to dream. In her dream, she was standing on her feet and looking at the skyline of her hometown. Then she was startled by the sudden sensation of two hands around her waist and warm breathing beside her ear. It was Charles, her old pretender; the man whom she had always loved and whose hand in marriage she had foolishly turned down. Delighted by his enchanting presence Claire didn't move and she enjoyed the perfect moment with him. As she kept still, Charles's hands grabbed her playfully by the waist and he then embraced her from behind. It was a sensation more beautiful than she ever would have imagined. However, suddenly the dream changed radically and Charles turned into the Woman in Black; in the dream, Claire saw that his two arms were now clad in black sleeves and that his hands were womanly, thin and pale as the moon. Instead of Charles, it was the Woman in Black who was now breathing into her ear and caressing her abdomen with her milky white hands. A gentle, moist female kiss landed on Claire's cheek and then another on the side of her neck that developed into a lick, and Jennet's warm body pressed itself against hers from behind as the embrace became tighter. -Oh, Mistress, I... -Claire was unable to finish her sentence as the Woman in Black kissed her neck and made her feel like she was melting. Then Mrs Humfrye's hands went back to grabbing Claire's waist, as her female body detached itself from Claire's backside and the lady's lips stopped kissing Claire's neck. Then the hands slid down Claire's beautiful hips and then she felt a windy sensation on her bum: Jennet had just lifted the back of her skirt and was crouched right behind her. Then Claire felt the sensation of kisses on her behind, over and over and ever more passionate, until instead of kisses she felt an open, sucking mouth and a ticklish, licking tongue. In the dream she felt more flattered than she had ever felt. To have her own mistress kissing and licking her ass like that made her feel as if she were being worshipped. Before long, Mrs Humfrye's tongue was penetrating between her glutei and wetting her white knickers again with her saliva. The dream was so vivid, that it could very well have been real. In the dream, Claire was back on the island and she grabbed a branch beside her to avoid collapsing on the rock, and submissively allowed her mistress to quench her lust. The sparrows sang and the sun was bright in the sky, and she could feel a gentle and warm wind blowing on her as she got her behind kissed. Claire felt once more how Jennet's long tongue was caressing her anus, first through her cotton knickers and without them soon afterwards. As pleasurable as it all was, Claire still wished she could fly away. Something was definitely wrong on that island, even in the dream. When she woke, Claire thought of Charles and remembered how much she would have really loved to marry him. The nostalgia was tearing her apart. After rubbing her eyes, she stared a while more into the distance and thought of the Woman in Black and how ashamed she was of the dream she had just dreamed about her. Claire reflected on her own dreams and thoughts, and she soon realised to her own outrage that she wanted the Woman in Black to subdue her again. As has already been said, Claire was a strong, brave and sober woman, and her beauty, combined with her character, almost made her comparable to a goddess. Due to her character, in all of Claire's previous relationships with men she had always been the more dominant one, the one with the upper hand in the relationship. The night before, however, the Woman in Black had trespassed, injured her self-esteem, belittled her womanliness and made her go against her own sexual nature, but she had relieved her of the duty of being in charge. And in fact, that was something that she had particularly enjoyed the night before: the lack of responsibility. No longer in charge, Claire had finally been able to just obey, and ironically, finally be a woman. Kneeling helplessly before the Woman in Black, kissing her female sex at her behest, having her own sexuality outrageously ignored by her mistress; these were all impositions that made the Woman in Black so much more powerful and deserving of that which she demanded. VII. A Dark Lady Worshipped Claire climbed down from the rocks and began to walk towards the house. She remembered her resolution and decided she wouldn't tell Mrs Humfrye her intention to leave that night anymore. All she wanted was to be found and to be forced again into delicious, humiliating sex. Once inside the house she felt afraid and thought she would lose heart, but she trod inside, hoping to find her mistress nearby. Claire walked all around the house, visiting every room, finding nothing, until the Woman in Black eventually found her and trapped her in a room with her. Inside, Claire did everything she was told to do, and she treated Mrs Humfrye like she would a goddess. Throughout several hours, the dark lady made her kiss her feet, then kneel behind her and kiss and lick her perfectly round and youthful glutei. With utmost pleasure in her facial expression, the beautiful young woman kissed the beautiful ass of her strange mistress and tasted the cloth of her black knickers. She especially enjoyed it when she hid her face between Mrs Humfrye's ass-cheeks and began to lick her anus through the knickers. It was a delight that she could not describe. After this, the Woman in Black sat on the surface of the desk (they were inside the study) and put one of her feet on the edge as she pulled up her dress and her underskirt, revealing her black knickers once again. Claire licked Mrs Humfrye's vagina once again through the cloth of her black knickers, her half-shut eyes set on the little purple bow on the waistband as she sucked passionately through the fabric. After three hours of this Claire's tongue and lips were in pain. She begged the Woman in Black to let her suck her vagina directly, but the dark lady insisted on leaving her underwear on. Claire enjoyed the taste of her mistress's pussy and she licked it passionately, now completely bewitched by the dark lady's strange charm, but the pain began to worsen. After nearly six hours Claire's body was hurting, especially her knees, and her tongue was so much in pain that she could hardly move it any longer. Finally, the dark lady stuck two fingers to the side of her panties and began to pull them aside, finally showing Claire her naked crotch. Her vaginal lips were barely visible under the dense, black bush, but the sight was still beautiful. Thankful to her mistress, Claire stuck her tongue into the black, pubic thicket until she reached her mistress's female organ and she started licking it with great delight. Outside, the rain was loud and thunder could be heard often. A storm was all around, shaking the trees. Inside, Claire sucked Mrs Humfrye's vagina, enjoying its taste, swallowing pubic hair by the dozen, blissfully submissive to her evil mistress. After seven hours of unrelenting oral sex, Claire was finally told to stop. Mrs Humfrye corrected her knickers and covered her crotch again. -That's enough... -She instructed. Claire remained on her knees, somewhat disappointed, as the Woman in Black corrected her posture and put both her feet back on the ground. Claire remained on the floor wishing to continue what she had been doing, despite the pain on her tongue. -Tonight is the night I shall commit my murders, and you shall be the cause... of the death of many children... once again... -Said the dark lady. Claire was outraged and seemed to demand an explanation. Hadn't they agreed that the evil lady would leave the children alone if she placed herself at her service? After all she had done for her mistress, did actually nothing matter? She felt horribly betrayed, and she was about to break into tears. -I've told you before... -Said the Woman in Black. - Every time I am sighted there is a death in the village... And you haven't only been seeing me... You have been touching me as well...Imagine how many deaths will occur... as a result... of what you have been doing... The longer you stay here... and the more often you see me... and touch me... the more people die... Now do you see? -You've lied to me! -Shouted Claire in disappointment, as tears of indignation fell down her cheeks. -We had a deal! -Yes, we had a deal. -Argued the evil mistress. -But I have lied to you all along... And I have changed my mind... You never should have trusted me... The fault is your own... for trusting someone like me... for trusting the Deceitful... In the meantime... I have used you well to my benefit! The woman in Black began to laugh in a very macabre way. Distressed, Claire got up on her feet and ran down the gangway with tears in her eyes until she reached the front door, determined to leave at any cost. She opened the door and ran outside into the storm, the cold rain drenching her to the bone, the wind defying her advance. Once at the shore, she realised that her only choice was to swim back across the tide. As she looked at the turbulent waves she saw something in the water about twenty metres away. It looked like her rowboat, the one she had used two days before when she had arrived. It was empty and floating aimlessly among the waves. Claire jumped into the water and began to clumsily swim towards the boat, her weak arms fighting the tide, her eyes fixed on the vessel ahead of her. Behind her, on one of the rocks on the island, the silhouette of a dark female figure was visible in the flash of a lighting bolt. Her beautiful, terrific, pale face was smiling maliciously behind the veil. VIII. Beyond the Storm, a Colourful Sunrise The sunrise next morning was beautiful. The sky was empty, except for a few clouds shod in gold and bright copper. As the day developed it became more beautiful and, almost at midday, the sun shone on the muddy seabed and the air became muggy and humid. On the shore opposite to Eel Marsh House something was moving slowly on the marshy beach. A man and his dog had spotted something strange on the seabed. Only a few metres away from dry land there lay a young woman, face-up on the mud. She wasn't breathing, but her grey eyes were open as if looking into the blue sky. Shortly afterwards, the police recovered the body and found it unidentified. About thirty metres away they found an empty old rowboat on the shore. Afterwards, the innkeeper in town confirmed that the body belonged to Ms Claire Heoghan, the school teacher who had arrived several days before. The police report stated that the young woman had been ship-wrecked during the storm and drowned, but the exact circumstances could not be explained, as well as her motives. The autopsy didn't reveal anything of vital importance either. Baffling was only the young woman's swollen tongue and lips, which suggested that she had apparently eaten something poisonous or otherwise been licking something rough, like sand paper. The case was dropped and the young lady's body was prepared for burial. The police was too busy to look any further into the matter; the previous night there had been too many mysterious other deaths in that village, and each of them demanded an urgent investigation.