11 comments/ 156931 views/ 25 favorites Silken Web By: sirajahmed10 Smitha aged around 40 years, a landlady holding assets worth millions and mother of 19 year old Suresh was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep as she felt her nightgown being ripped away from her body and before she could come out of her sleep, she felt the heavy weight of a man empower her and pin her to the king size bed. Being imprisoned in his hold she felt his rough hands slide down her back and on reaching her panties they ripped the thin garment away from her body. On being stripped, Smitha felt the man's hand viciously reach over her chest and en-circling her arms they gripped her shoulders powerfully, bruising her tender skin. As Smitha was being manhandled she started to take deep breaths and when she felt his hot cock poking between her buttocks she bit her lips tightly waiting for him to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and assault her. It took just a few seconds for the man to penetrate her from behind and when his cock got lodged in her almost dry cunt, he started to thrash wildly, all the while fiercely gripping her shoulders and embedding his finger nails in the soft flesh of her back. His thrusts gained momentum and on the final surge, the man pushed Smitha's head on the soft pillow and as Smitha struggled to inhale, he rammed his cock deep into her cunt and spewed his cum inside her. Having spent his cum in her he was up in a moment and went out of the room. That man was none other than Smitha's husband Veer Pratap. Who, since the day of their marriage 21 years ago had made love to his wife in the same fashion. Smitha had borne this assault from the past 21 years and today she was mildly surprised to see her husband use her body as he had stopped doing it from the past one year. What had brought this change she did not know? As Veer Pratap felt the room, Smitha resigned herself on the bed thinking it was her fate and she could no longer amend it. As she felt, tired sleep took over her and she was in her dreamland. The next morning Smitha was late in getting up and by the time she had her bath and came down, she saw her son Suresh, his uncle Ram Pratap (younger brother of Veer Pratap) his gorgeous wife Pushpa and her own husband Veer Pratap were at the table having their breakfast. Smitha had totally forgotten that guests in the form of Ram Pratap and his wife Pushpa had come to their place the previous evening. Seeing them seated on the dining table, Smitha hurried over and smiling at them excused for being late. The guests smiled back at her and when Smitha sat down at the table; her eyes were drawn towards her husband Veer Pratap who was engaged in a conversation with his younger brother's dazzling wife Pushpa. Smitha saw her husband was discreetly eyeing his brother's wife and as he felt her stare upon him he changed its course. After finishing the breakfast both Veer Pratap and Ram Pratap got up and as planned earlier left on a hunting expedition. Smitha, her son Suresh and Pushpa were left behind in the big mansion. As Smitha got up and walked towards the sink, Suresh followed her and as he got closer to his mother he was shocked to see the reddish bruises on her back. He knew they were fingernail marks and he stood wondering how they were on his mother's body. As Suresh stood pondering over the dark bruises on his mother's back, Pushpa his aunt who had silently followed them saw him staring at his mother's back and on seeing the dark bruises on her back instantly knew who was responsible for it. Pushpa seeing Suresh engrossed in staring at his mother's back came forward and to divert his attention said 'Suresh will you please get me a glass of water' This made Suresh to turn and go and as soon as he was out of her sight, Pushpa went near Smitha and taking hold of her sari covered her bruised back. Smitha was mildly surprised by this action and as she turned to face her she saw her son return with the water. When Suresh returned back with the glass of water he saw his mother had turned and was facing him. After collecting some money from his mother as he left, Smitha looked at Pushpa with quizzical eyes. To this Pushpa asked 'did you not look yourself up before coming down' 'No. why?' she asked little perplexed. 'You better take a look at your back' said Pushpa following Smitha to her room. On entering her bedroom Smitha went near the mirror and pushing the sari from her shoulders when she saw the reflection of her back, she was shocked to see the dark bruises. 'Suresh was staring at those marks, so I had to cover you up' said Pushpa moving closer to Smitha. Hearing those words, Smitha's eyes got filled up as she felt Pushpa had reasoned the cause. Seeing her gloomy face, Pushpa moved closer and placing her hands on her shoulder said 'let me apply some ointment.' Those words brought much relief to Smitha. Pushpa fetched a tube of ointment from the bathroom and motioned Smitha to lie on the bed. As Smitha obliged Pushpa kneeled on the carpet in front of her and pushing aside Smitha's sari from her back she looked at the bruises and asked 'is he a brute?' 'Yes, he is' replied Smitha as tears welled up in her eyes. 'When did this happen' asked Pushpa? 'Yesterday night' replied Smitha. 'Did you not object' asked Pushpa. 'I could not' replied Smitha. 'Why' asked Pushpa? 'It happens every time' she replied. 'Every time he does it do you bear it' she asked? 'Yes, every time he makes love to me, I suffer' saying this Smitha started to sob. 'Relax' saying this Pushpa went on to apply the cream tenderly on her bruised skin. The warm fingers of Pushpa on her back had a soothing effect and she relaxed on the bed. Pushpa went on anointing her back in small circles and on seeing Smitha cool down a bit, the circles gradually became larger. Pushpa covering all the exposed parts of her back slid her fingers inside her blouse and holding it gently asked 'shall I open it' 'Yes' said Smitha as Pushpa's caressing had a soothing effect on her. Pushpa then eased out the few hooks of Smitha's blouse and pushing aside the flaps of her blouse and looking at the deep bruises on her back said 'it is inhuman' Hearing those words Smitha stiffened her body. 'Relax dear, relax' saying this Pushpa continued applying the ointment on her bruises and started to caress her exposed back and as Smitha calmed down, Pushpa's fingers wandered all over her back and on feeling her warm flesh she said softly 'it's so smooth and soft.' Smitha did not reply back but lay still on the bed. Pushpa on anointing let her eyes roam over Smitha's back and after having a look at the rich curves of her back and waist, she re-hooked her blouse and said 'I pity you.' Smitha got up from the bed and looking at her asked 'what shall I tell my son, when he asks me?' 'You leave that to me. I will take care of him' replied Pushpa. Saying thanks she got up and left the room. It was evening when Suresh came home. Pushpa who was waiting for him escorted him to the living room and sat down on the sofa. When both of them had settled, Smitha came carrying two glasses of juice and after handing them she left. As Smitha turned to leave, Suresh's eyes were again focused on her back and after looking at her bruises; he turned and facing his aunt asked 'what happened to Mom's back?' 'I think she was mauled by a cat' Pushpa replied. 'At her back' asked Suresh surprised? 'I think the cat jumped at her when she was sleeping' replied Pushpa. 'It has bruised her back badly' said Suresh. 'Yes, her beautiful back is badly bruised' replied his Aunt. Hearing the word 'beautiful' Suresh looked at his Aunt. 'Does she not have a beautiful back' said Pushpa with a smile? 'I think ...' replied Suresh half heartedly. 'What do you think' asked Pushpa moving closer to him? 'I think her back is beautiful' replied Suresh. 'You like it' she asked him smilingly? Suresh did not know how to answer her and he stammered 'yeeess.' 'You like it so much that you want to apply ointment on her bruises' she asked in a mischievous way? 'I don't mind' replied Suresh softly. 'You are a naughty boy' saying this Pushpa got up from the sofa. Her body movements were so peculiar that it made Suresh to stare at her body. Pushpa saw him staring at her and this made her lift her arms and yawn showing off her gorgeous figure before going out of the room. Her actions left Suresh in a trance. When his aunt departed, his thoughts got diverted to his mother. He visualized her in his minds frame and when he saw her picture, his eyes roamed over her body and this made warmth run over his body. On impulse he got up and threading his way he reached the sitting room where his mother was standing by the window. As he moved closer his eyes were drawn like a magnet to her back. Suresh stared at her shapely back. His eyes roamed over her shoulders blades, over her broad back and further down as he saw her curved muscular waistline, he felt a hot wave run over his body. Suresh turned suddenly and left the room thinking it was wrong to stare at his mother's body. Just as he left the room, Pushpa who was spying on him smiled on having caught him eyeing his mother's back. She stepped into the room and moving closer to Smitha said 'your son seems to be eager to help you.' 'Help me' asked Smitha a little puzzled. 'Yes, he wants to apply cream on your bruises' she replied. 'He knows about them' Smitha asked Pushpa? 'Yes, I told him a cat mauled you' replied Pushpa. 'Did he believe it' she asked? 'Yes, and I think he has now stopped wondering which cat it was?' she said. 'Don't tell him' requested Smitha. 'No never, but please allow him to apply ointment if he so wishes' replied Pushpa. 'Yes, I will' replied Smitha gaining confidence. 'Go to him now and remember tomorrow will be my turn' she said smiling at her. 'Thanks' said Smitha as she crossed over to the room where Suresh was watching the T.V. Suresh sat upright as his mother came and sat by his side. When she settled down he said 'I am sorry to hear about your back.' 'Oh, it is nothing, forget it,' she replied. 'But your back is badly bruised' he said. 'Now it's better and your aunt applied ointment in the morning' she said. 'Can I see it' he asked gently. 'Why sure' saying this, his mother turned her back to him. Suresh moved closer and taking a closer look at her bruises said 'I think the wounds need more care.' 'Do you mind applying the cream for me' asked his mother? Hearing the words an excited Suresh went and fetched the ointment and as he came back his mother saying 'please apply it on my back' stretched herself on the sofa. Suresh was thrilled see her lying on the sofa. Squeezing some cream he moved closer and gently applied it over the wounds and spread it evenly. Suresh could not cover all the wounds as most of them were concealed by her blouse. He was in a dilemma as to how to proceed. Sensing this, his mother said 'slide your fingers in.' Suresh was delighted to hear it and bending over he slid his fingers inside her blouse to cover her bruises. As his fingers sneaked inside her blouse Suresh was excited on feeling the warm flesh of his mother's back. He continued applying the ointment for some time and on feeling the warmth flesh of her body he was delighted. Suresh stopped when he felt he had taken more time than was necessary and as his mother straightened up he smiled at her and said 'call me whenever you need to apply the ointment again.' 'Yes, I will' said his mother with a big smile on her face. The next morning as Smitha got up she felt her back was burning. She hurriedly got up and when she saw the wounds they looked more prominent. She quickly dressed and called Pushpa who was in the adjoining room. When Pushpa came in she saw a worried Smitha looking in the mirror. Pushpa was startled to see her wounds had ripened. Instantly she ordered Smitha to lie on the bed and taking the ointment from the nearby shelf she set herself to anoint her. As Smitha lay on the bed Pushpa set aside the top of her sari from her back and leaning forward unhooked her blouse and pushed the thin material away from her body. Smitha shuddered as she felt Pushpa unhook her blouse and expose her back. She bit her lips and lay still on the bed. When Smitha's back was bared, Pushpa went on smearing the ointment on her wounds. She took great care in handling her wounds and when she finished applying the cream she got up and fetched the talcum powder. Pushpa then started sprinkling the powder over Smitha's back and when she had it all covered, she went on spreading the powder evenly over her back. This had tantalizing effect on Smitha. She bit her lips hard and hid her face in the pillow. Pushpa saw her caresses were enticing Smitha. She sprinkled more powder on her back and waist. Then taking her own time she slid her hand from her silken back down to her waist. Smitha's body trembled when she felt Pushpa's hand slide down her back and as it reached her waist she let out a moan which was blocked on the pillow. Pushpa went on caressing her waistline for a while. Then moving her hands and holding the loose ends of her blouse she said 'I will fasten only the bottom two hooks.' 'Why' asked Smitha? 'That way your wounds will be open and they will heal soon' she said. 'What about my son' she said? 'What about him' she asked? 'How can I go in front of him with my blouse open' she asked? 'You have to as you have no other option' she replied. 'But what will he think' she asked again? 'I think he will be pleased' replied Pushpa. 'Why' asked Smitha suddenly? 'Because, his eyes will be feasting on your gorgeous back' she replied caressing her back. 'Is my back so good to look at' she asked softly? 'It is the loveliest I have ever seen' she said bending and planting a kiss on her shoulder blades. Smitha shuddered as she felt her kiss. Saying 'thanks' she got up. Pushpa was reluctant to let her go. But thinking of the kiss planted on her shoulders was enough to start with; she beamed at her when she got up. Smitha had enjoyed all her attention. She felt elated and the whole day she roamed with her blouse open. Suresh was out with his friends and by the time he came back evening was setting in. Suresh on reaching home went in search of his mother and when he saw her he gave her the new cream he had fetched from the Chemist. Smitha was so pleased to see her son pay so much attention to her that she hugged him and said 'thanks.' Suresh was pleased with the outcome and looking at his mother said 'shall I apply this Mom' Smitha nodding her head turned started walking towards the living room. As she turned Suresh saw her blouse was open, baring most of her back. On seeing it he felt the heat surge over his body. He stood transfixed staring at her and when she moved out of his sight he silently followed her. Smitha on reaching the sitting room reclined on the sofa, her back exposed inviting Suresh on. Suresh moving closer took hold of his mother's sari and pushed it from her shoulders. As the sari was moved from his mother's back, his eyes were again riveted on her lush back. He saw her bare arms, her shoulder blades, her broad muscled curvy back and reaching down his eyes were glued on her curvy waistline. Looking at her exposed back he instantly felt aroused and hiding his arousal, he went on to apply the cream. First he squeezed it over her wounds and then gently smeared it over evenly. While his hands were pre-occupied in anointing her back, his eyes feasted on every contour of his mother's lush back. Smitha was getting excited by his soft caresses and deep stares. On one instance as his hand caressed her back, it slipped down her silken back and Suresh slid down loosing his balance. This made his mother to turn and look at him. As she did Suresh had a glimpse of her bra clad breast for a split second. This made his pecker to throb in his pants. Pushing his pecker inside his pants he continued applying the cream and when he finished, he slid back the sari over his mother's back. Smitha realizing he had finished said 'please fasten the hooks dear' softly. This was music to Suresh's ears. Holding the loose ends of her blouse he fastened the bottom hook and when he tired to do the next one he felt his pull was insufficient to draw the ends of his mother's blouse close together. He then sat upright on the sofa and holding the ends of her blouse as he pulled with little force, he felt as if he was gripping his mother's breasts in his hands. He enjoyed this and taking his own time he fastened the third hook. Smitha let out a soft moan as she felt her breasts being heaved as her son pulled her blouse which made the cloth to jab at her swollen breasts. She allowed him the liberty to fasten all the hooks and when he finished, smiling at him she felt the room. All these actions were keenly observed by Pushpa and as soon as Smitha left the room and Suresh could hardly take a pause, she came and sat down beside him. At first Suresh was taken back by her sudden appearance but after looking at her radiant smiling face he was glad he had her for company. Pushpa smiled at him and holding his hand which held the tube of cream said 'so, you bought her new ointment.' 'Yes, I thought this would be better' he replied. 'So thoughtful and kind of you' she said looking at his face. Seeing her look at him he blushed. 'Have her wounds healed' she asked softly? 'Yes, they are little better' he replied. 'Happy to be of some help to her' she asked him? 'Yes, it was my pleasure' he replied back. 'Pleasure to fasten her blouse' she quipped suddenly. 'Yes' replied Suresh timidly. 'Don't you think she should let her beautiful back bare for another day' she said toying with her loose hair. 'Yes, it would be good for her' he replied. 'And good for us to look at her gorgeous back isn't it' she said blowing out air on the loose curls of her hair. Suresh did not know how to reply. He kept staring at her playing with her curls and said 'I think so.' 'Yes, she has a fascinating back and I bet you must have loved seeing, feeling and touching it' she asked moving closer to him. 'Yes' he stammered getting excited by her words and by her coming closer.' 'Do you want to caress her back again' she asked placing her hand on his shoulder. Hearing the word 'caress' Suresh got charged up and when Pushpa moved her hand on his shoulder, he said 'I would love to.' 'Shall I will put a word to her' asked Pushpa as she moved her hand from his shoulder and placed it on his cheek. 'Yes, please' he replied pressing her hand to his cheek. 'You are so good' she said caressing his cheek with her hand. Hearing it Suresh smiled and holding her hand he planted a kiss on her palm. Pushpa did not pull back her hand from his lips. Pressing her palm over his lips, 'they are so warm' she said. Suresh opened his mouth as he felt her palm on his lips. Pushpa continued caressing his lips with her palm and as he opened his mouth she slid a finger in and said 'it is so hot' Suresh could not withhold anymore. He closed his lips and held her finger captive in his mouth. Pushpa blushed red on this and pushing her finger deeper in his mouth said 'suck my finger' Suresh lapped his tongue upon her finger and holding her hand he kissed her palm passionately. Pushpa was aroused when Suresh holding her palm kissed it passionately. Brining her face close and pressing her cheeks to his she asked softly 'do you like what you are doing.' 'Yes' replied Suresh as he continued sucking her finger and wetting her palm with his moist kisses? Silken Web 'You like sucking my finger and kissing my palm' she asked pressing her cheeks hard on his and holding his head. 'Yes, I love it' he said and started nibbling her other fingers. 'Bite them' cried Pushpa turning her face to his. Hearing this Suresh took hold of her hand firmly and looking straight in her eyes, he bit one of her finger. As Suresh bit her finger Pushpa moved her cheek close to his mouth and said 'bite my cheek' Suresh was delighted on hearing her words. He let go of her hand and holding her face with both hands he pulled her cheek to his lips and bit them lightly. Pushpa's body shuddered at this and pressing her cheek to his lips 'bite hard' she said. Suresh opened his mouth wide and taking in as much of her rosy cheek inside his mouth, he bit her hard. Pushpa screamed with passion and turning her face she brushed his lips with hers. As her lips brushed his, Suresh held her face tightly in his and when his lips searched for hers she avoided the contact. To tease him, Pushpa avoided the contact of his lips on hers and as she pulled her face away for him, Suresh suddenly lunged forward and putting his arm around her back he held her tightly in his arms and took captive of her. When Pushpa smiled on being cornered, be brought his lips over hers and kissed her hard. Pushpa lost all energy when Suresh's hand held her captive and his lips founds hers. She immediately put her arms around his head and holding them in her hands she kissed him back passionately. Suresh's opened his lips and sucking hers inside his mouth, he ravished them. Sucking her lips passionately he slid his tongue inside her mouth which Pushpa welcomed by lapping her hot tongue over it. Suresh continued ravishing her lips and when he felt he was about to spurt in his pants he pulled Pushpa's body close onto his chest. Pushpa felt him pulling her, a little late. By the time she could stop him, she felt her petite bosom smash against his chest and his hands encircled her back and held her captive again. As Suresh pulled Pushpa, her body was on the brink of orgasm and as she felt her breasts crush on his chest her body thrashed and a stream drained out from her cunt. As Suresh succeeded in emracing Pushpa's body to his and on feeling her soft bosom on his chest his pecker started throbbing in his pants and before he could properly grasp her in his arms and cuddle her he shot his cum in his pants. Pushpa took longer to regain her composure and when she lifted herself from him she said to herself 'like father, like son' Suresh hearing her murmuring something smiled at her and when she made faces at him, he held her again in his arms. Pushpa's body throbbed again as he held her and before he could embrace her tightly in his arms she freed herself. Looking down at the smiling face of his she said 'you are a beast' and left him. Suresh was so glad with the day's proceedings that he lay awake most of the night visualizing things that took place and this resulted in getting up late the next morning. CHAPTER II Next morning it was Pushpa who knocked at the door of Smitha and entered her bed room. As she entered Smitha who was lying idle on the bed came alive. As Pushpa stood at the door wearing a nightgown, Smitha got stimulated on seeing her showing off her charms. Smitha lying on the bed stared at her gorgeous figure which was so very well proportioned. Her lithe body, her supple chest, her sinuous waistline, her well curved thighs and her long graceful legs were a sight to behold. After seeing her she could not help from saying out 'you look gorgeous' 'Thank you' said Pushpa and bolted the door before coming near her. Smitha's body shot up with desire on seeing her bolt the door and when Pushpa enquired about her back, 'see for yourself' she replied and turned over on the bed. 'Ah! Yes' said Pushpa climbing on the bed and on settling down near her. Then holding Smitha's sari said 'we will set this straight' she pushed her sari aside. As she set her sari aside Pushpa was thrilled to see that Smitha had worn a blouse which had hooks in the front. This inspired her and without hurrying, she looked at her wounds and touching them softly she said 'they are looking better today' Smitha nodded her head in reply and nuzzled her head deep in the pillow. Pushpa finding Smitha in a lively mood asked her softly 'do you want me to apply cream or do you want me powder your back' 'As you wish' she replied. 'Then let me apply the cream' saying this she put her hands on Smitha's shoulders and squeezed them. 'Okay' replied Smitha. Squeezing her shoulders and caressing it, Pushpa said in a hushed voice 'permit me to remove your blouse' 'Yes' Smitha replied and raised herself a little to allow her to remove the blouse. 'Its okay, relax' saying this Pushpa slid her hands to under Smitha's arms down from her shoulders. As Pushpa's hands slid under her arms, Smitha lifted her hands and hugged the pillow to her. Pushpa could maneuver her hands under Smitha's armpits freely and as she caressed the sides of her back, Smitha shifted and lay flat on the bed. Pushpa then pushed her hands further down and bringing them over her curved waist she squeezed the soft flesh. Smitha's moan was muffled by the pillow. Caressing the soft flesh of her waist Pushpa slid her hands under her belly and lifted Smitha up a little. Smitha obliged and as she lifted herself up Pushpa slid her hands under her swollen breasts and without cupping her breasts or caressing them she unhooked her blouse and holding its edges she removed it from her body. On being void of her blouse Smitha's bare back was glistening with the morning light and Pushpa let her eyes feast upon her lush back. After looking at every pore of her bare back, Pushpa went on applying the ointment on her wounds and when she covered all, she picked up the Talcum Powder. Smitha shivered as she saw Pushpa take hold of the can of Talcum powder. Pushpa went on sprinkling the powder lavishly over her body and when she felt it was enough, she started to massage Smitha's body. Her hands slid smoothly over her rich back and when they came near her arms she slid them under her armpits and caressed her coarse hair. Smitha squirmed in delight as she felt her hands under her armpits and she started to moan softly. It was then that Pushpa slid her hands from under her arm pits. First they felt her collar bones and sliding further she felt the swollen part of her bosom. Pushpa let her hands rest on her bosom and as Smitha did not object she started fondling them. Feeling the warm soft flesh of her bosom she pushed her hands down and slid them inside her bra. Smitha let out a wild cry as she felt her hands slide inside her bra. Relax said Pushpa pushing her hands further inside the bra and cupping her breasts in her hands. Smitha moaned louder and thrashed her head on the pillow. Gripping both her breasts in her hands Pushpa bent down and bringing her face over Smitha's back she started kissing the warm flesh of her skin. Smitha went wild with passion and as Pushpa's face encountered the thin strap of her bra she unclasped it with her mouth. Smitha cried out loudly as she felt the strap of bra being released. Pushpa unclasped her bra with the help of her teeth and as the bra was loosened she cupped both her breasts in her hands and squeezed them. 'What are you doing' hissed Smitha in passion. 'I want to have a look' said Pushpa as she tried to turn Smitha over. 'No don't' said Smitha half heartedly as she turned a little. 'Just a glance' saying this Pushpa turned Smitha on her back. As she turned, Smitha's hands flew to her eyes and covered them. Pushpa had a bird's view of her chest and bosom. Seeing the swollen mounds of her breasts trying to pop out from the black bra, she felt aroused. Instantly she put her hands on her bra and slowly pulled it out from her body. Smitha's swollen breasts were exposed to her eyes. Her eyes took to every pore of the skin of her breasts and on centering their attention to her erect dark brown nipples, 'they are very beautiful.' she said 'Oh! Pushpa' cried Smitha opening her eyes. 'You have the most beautiful mounds of flesh. Let me fondle them' saying this, she took both her breasts in her hands. Smitha felt Pushpa's hands caressing her breasts and as she looked up at her she saw Pushpa's face was covered with sweat. She caught hold of her sari's end and wiped the sweat from her face. Pushpa's eyes went wild with passion. She brought her face down and planted a kiss at Smitha's color bone. Smitha held Pushpa's head in both her arms. Pushpa opened her mouth and started kissing Smitha from her color bone to the swell of her breasts. Smitha jerked her body in passion. Pushpa brought her face and lodged it between the rich mounds of her breasts. Pushpa brushed her lips between her breasts. Her body was on fire. She could not sustain it any longer. Putting her hands behind Smitha's back and gripping her she lay flat upon her body. Smitha hugged Pushpa's body as she too was nearing the climax. Pushpa lips darted in search of her nipples and on finding them she sucked her erect nipple deep into her mouth. Smitha screamed and her body convulsed as orgasm over orgasm shook her. Pushpa did not let go sucking her nipple. Holding Smitha in both her arms she pulled Smitha's body over hers. This made Smitha to lie over her. She shoved her nipple in Pushpa's mouth. Pushpa went berserk sucking them. Now it was Smitha's turn. She slid down over Pushpa's body till her face was just above Pushpa's face. Pushpa had opened her mouth wide as she was sucking her nipples earlier. The open mouthed face of Pushpa was very enticing. Smitha looking at her lips said 'Your lips are promiscuous' 'Are they' she asked? 'Yes, and I am going to kiss them' she said. 'Please' hissed Pushpa wetting her lips with her tongue. 'Open your mouth wider' commanded Smitha. Pushpa opened her mouth wide. Smitha thrust her tongue inside Pushpa's mouth and started lapping her insides. Pushpa closed her lips on her tongue and as soon as she did so, Smitha rammed her lips on hers and kissed them fervently. She sucked her lips deep inside her mouth and her tongue ravaged the insides of Pushpa's mouth. Kissing her Smitha put her hand down and as it landed on the opening of her night gown, she slid her hand in and Pushpa screamed in delight. Smitha forced her hand inside and as Pushpa was not wearing any bra, her hand met with the soft mellow breast of hers. Smitha cupped her small mound in her hand. Pushpa was going wild with passion and as she felt Smitha's hand squeeze her mellow breast she creamed in her pants and cried out 'I am coming, I am coming.' Smitha hugged her to her body and when her passion subsided, Pushpa got up and kissed Smitha passionately on her lips. Smitha coming out of the trance and still holding Pushpa said 'I don't know what took over me.' 'You had it all trapped inside and it had to blow out' she replied. 'But what we did? Is it right' she asked again? 'There's no harm in it and of course you needed it very badly' replied Pushpa. 'Yes, I am a starved woman' replied Smitha. 'I can understand your feelings. That is why I have come to you' said Pushpa. 'Do you know, My husband is a rogue' she said. 'It is obvious from your wounds' replied Pushpa. 'I am worried about my son' said she. 'You don't have to. He will understand your feelings' replied Pushpa. 'I have only him to fall back on' she said. 'And he wont disappoint you, I promise' said Pushpa. 'He is so adoring and so obedient' she said thinking of him fetching the cream and applying it on her. 'Yes, and as he is a willing student, you can mould him in any manner you want' Pushpa said thinking of him on the sofa. 'I have to take more care of him' said Smitha. 'Yes and also be free with him' said Pushpa boldly. 'Meaning' asked Smitha? 'Well he is growing up. His dad is always out and he needs all the love and support which only you can give him. Be liberal, encourage him and hold him close to your heart' she said. 'Encourage him. In what way' Smitha asked? 'How shall I say? Allow him to anoint your back, show him a little of your charms and encourage him as you encouraged me' she said smiling at her. 'What you are implying is a bit difficult to enact' said Smitha. 'Did you not like what happened just now' she asked? 'Yes' she replied. 'Did you find anything wrong or did you find any difficulty in doing it' she asked? After thinking for a while she replied 'No' 'Then what's troubling you' she asked. 'With him will it not be different' she asked? 'Yes, it would be different but to the liking of you both' she said. 'Will you be there if anything goes wrong' she asked looking at her? 'I have come here with that purpose' said Pushpa. (At that moment Smitha could not read the meaning of it. It was only when all the pieces of puzzle fell in place she realized it.) 'How shall I start' asked Smitha? 'Continue from where you left yesterday. Ask him to remove your blouse before applying the cream' said Pushpa. 'Shall I wear this one' she asked lifting the blouse she had worn earlier. 'No it would be asking for too much. Wear the one which has hooks on the back' replied Pushpa. 'I will try' said Smitha putting her clothes back on her. 'By the way, where does he go every morning' she asked? 'He goes for a swim, and then goes to a Gym and then he is with his friends for a while' said Smitha. 'Where does he go for a swim' asked Pushpa casually. 'Why? He goes to the pond in our estate' replied Smitha. 'Good' saying this Pushpa got up and left Smitha alone. Smitha got up and after a change of clothes she came down but did not find Pushpa. She forgot about her and went out to take care of her duties. It was late in the evening that Pushpa came in and straight away went to her room complaining of a head ache. Ten minutes later Suresh stepped in and by the look of him, he looked exuberant and he asked 'how is your back now?' 'It's much better since you applied the new ointment' said his mother. 'You need to apply it for two more days' said Suresh moving towards the sitting room. Smitha, when she entered the sitting room saw him sitting on the sofa. Coming over she sat down on the sofa and after a few minutes chit chat as Suresh asked her whether she was ready for the ointment she said 'not here lets go to the next room.' Suresh got up and followed his mother. On entering the room he was pleased to see the room contain one low couch which suited his needs perfectly. As he saw his mother stand near the couch, he went across to her and said 'it's great. His mother smiled before lying across the couch face down. Suresh then parted his mother sari covering her back and as his eyes saw that she was wearing a sleeveless blouse he was excited. His mother had put on a black sleeveless blouse which looked dazzling on her fair body. As the blouse was old it stuck to her as a second skin showing off the contours of her body very prominently and her bare arms were alluring to look at. Suresh kept eyeing his mother's back and as his gaze went below he was thrilled to see the impressions of her prominent buttocks protruding out of her sari. This was the first time he had seen the impressions of her buttocks and seeing them he got excited. As Suresh started to apply the cream his mother said 'why don't you remove my blouse' Suresh was thrilled to hear her words and as he detached the last hook and spread the blouse he was amazed to see only a string which held her bra. After freeing the blouse from its hooks as he tried to tug it off her body, his mother helped him in removing it out from her body. Suresh eyes were rewarded with the sexiest scene he could envisage. His eyes were rewarded with his mother's almost naked back except for a black string holding her bra. Her heavy bare arms and the hair peeping from under her armpits were electrifying to watch. Her luscious waist was most appealing. Looking further down he saw a wide gap between the mounds of her buttocks and her sari and when his eyes peeped at the opening he could only see dark patch. Seeing all this he was aroused. With an aroused state of mind Suresh first spread a thick layer of cream over her wounds and then slowly started to spread it over her back. When all the cream was evenly spread he started to caress her back. Smitha started to squirm as she felt his fingers caressing and stroking her back and as his hands reached under her sides she slowly lifted her hands up showing for a split second her rich mounds stacked behind the sleek black bra. Suresh was amazed on seeing her rich mounds. His caressing became more sensuous and his hands wandered all over her body. As his fingers got entangled with the string of her bra and when he pulled his fingers back, the knot got untied and her bra was loosened. Suresh again got a glimpse of the underside of her rich breasts. Smitha felt the knot of her bra get untied. Her heavy breasts got released and feeling that she was exposing them to him, she pressed herself on the couch squashing her breasts and hiding them from his gaze. Suresh got excited and instinctively his hands reached down and caressed the plump flesh of her waist and as he wanted to see her bare breasts he even tried to turn her up a little. Smitha got excited as she felt him trying to turn her up. Moaning softly she said 'tie the knot back.' 'Which knot' asked Suresh. 'The one holding my bra' she replied. 'Why. Asked her son caressing her back? 'Because I want to turn around' she spoke softly. 'Really,' he said as his eyes were riveted on the sides of her swollen breasts. 'If you tie the knot then I will turn around' replied his mother. Suresh immediately took hold of the string and tied the knot. Smitha turned over slowly. Suresh's eyes popped out from their sockets as his mother turned exposing her bra clad chest to him. He saw that the thin cups of her black bra could hardly cover her heavy breasts. He saw the flesh of her mounds juggling out of her bra and looking down; his eyes were riveted on her belly. The swollen belly added to her charms, and on looking upon her belly button his eyes were glued on it. Smitha seeing her son deeply engrossed in looking at her body asked 'are you happy?' 'Yes, thank you' said Suresh. 'You need not thank me. It's a gift for helping me out with my bruises' replied his mother. 'Oh! Thanks again' replied Suresh. 'You are cute' saying this as his mother got up she saw Suresh holding her blouse in his hand and wanting to convey something to her. Seeing him hesitate she asked 'do you want to put it back' 'Yes, allow me' he said. In response to it, his mother stretched her arms in front and Suresh sliding the blouse inside her arms leaned forward to hook it up. As he leaned forward to fix her hooks, his mother put her arms around his neck and hugged him once. Suresh was enchanted on being hugged and as he withdrew his hands from her after hooking her blouse, he deliberately brushed them against her breasts. As Smitha felt his hands brush her breasts she said 'so you had to feel them.' Suresh smiled at her and moving away from her said 'yes' Smitha was very much happy with the day's events. CHAPTER III Next morning a refreshed Pushpa came down to see Smitha sitting at the dining table alone and there was no sign of Suresh. Pushpa came over and sitting by her side asked 'how is your back today' Smitha smiled and replied 'it is much better today and by tomorrow it should be fine' Silken Web 'Yes, one more sitting of anointing and you will be okay' said Pushpa looking at her from the corner of her eye. 'So kind of you to help me out' said Smitha. 'It's my pleasure dear' she said patting her thigh and squeezing it. As Smitha was getting excited by her closeness, Pushpa said 'why don't we go to your room.' Hearing those words Smitha was thrilled and slowly she started treading up to her room and as they entered Pushpa bolted the door. Smitha stood rooted in the centre of the room as she heard Pushpa bolting the door and when she came behind her and put her hands on her shoulders she was aroused. Pushpa placing her hands on her shoulders started to knead them and seeing Smitha moaning softly she moved closer to her till her thighs touched hers. Smitha's body shivered as she felt Pushpa's thighs on hers. She limped back her body on hers. Pushpa's hands then traveled from her shoulder to her waist and encircling her she pulled Smitha's body to hers. Smitha melted in her arms. Pushpa on having Smitha in her hold pushed her hand down on her waist and as she caressed her soft belly she slipped her hand inside her waistband and holding her tucked sari, she pulled it out and dragged it out of her body. Smitha moaned as she felt her sari being pulled out from her body. Pushpa then put her hand back again on her waist band and this time she let it slide over her petticoat on to her sex. Smitha screamed in passion. Pushpa slid her hand down over her sex and cupped it in her hand. 'What are you doing' cried Smitha passionately? 'I want this' said Pushpa cupping her warm womanhood from above her petticoat and panties and fondling it. 'Why mine' asked Smitha? 'Because you are so lovely, so beautiful; I want to see this' saying this she started to lift her petticoat with one hand while with the other she fondled her sex. Smitha went wild with passion. She started wriggling her body as Pushpa drew her petticoat up and up and when her petticoat was well over her thighs, Pushpa snaked her hands inside it and held her warm thighs. Smitha moaned and lifting her hands she held Pushpa's head for support. Pushpa slid her hands up her warm thighs and started caressing them. Then she pushed one of her hand between them and placed it over her hot sex lodged between her under thighs. Smitha's body trembled with passion as Pushpa's hand reached her hot moist sex, and she screamed 'touch me, touch me there' Pushpa's hand reached up and was met with her wet panties. Grasping her cunt over her wet panties she said 'my, my you are dripping wet' 'Yes, feel it, invade it' cried Smitha snuggling her buttocks over Pushpa's thighs. 'Wait' saying this Pushpa straightened up and placing a hand over Smitha's back she pushed her head down on the bed. Smitha was now bent over the bed and her back was stuck out in the open. Having placed her in the desired position, Pushpa knelt down behind her and again slid her hands inside her petticoat and when they reached her wet panties she dragged them out. Smitha moaned on the bed and wriggled her buttocks. Pushpa was going wild with lust. She wanted to see her buttocks and see her sex. After pulling her panties out, she lifted Smitha's petticoat up over her back. This made her rich buttocks to be exposed to her naked eyes. Pushpa's eyes roamed over her buttocks. She fondled the warm soft flesh of her large buttocks and as she spread her mounds a little, the wrinkled rimmed hole of her ass was visible. Pushpa put her hand over it and caressing her pucker she slid her hand down till she felt Smitha's moist pubic hair. Pushpa went wild feeling her thick bush. She parted the wet hair and cupped her sex in her hand. Smitha's body was on fire. She started thrashing her body wildly and as Pushpa cupped her sex in her hand she felt the wetness creeping from her cunt on to her hands. Pushpa smeared Smitha's cunt juices back on her cunt and as her cunt lips became slippery, Pushpa placing a hand right under her sex lifted Smitha till she stood on her toes and her lower body was protruded up and when her sex lips were visible between her pubic hair, Pushpa saying 'you have such lovely lips' spread her cunt lips. Pushpa on seeing the pinkish opening of her cunt was wonder struck with its beauty and she could not stop from bringing her mouth down and kiss it from behind. Smitha howled like a wild cat as she felt Pushpa kiss her cunt. She tugged the bedspread on which she had rested her head and pulled it into her mouth to stop squealing from pleasure. Pushpa continued kissing her cunt and as Smitha again wetted her cunt, she sucked her juices till Smitha went limp completely drained out. As Pushpa straightened up she pushed Smitha on to the bed and when she lay down on it she moved besides her. It took some time for Smitha to regain her composure and when she opened her eyes she saw a smiling Pushpa beckoning her with her open arms. Smitha crawled over Pushpa and coolly placed herself in her arms and laid down full length over her body. Pushpa was glad to have her heavy body crush hers and holding Smitha in her grasp said 'now kiss me' Smitha after brushing the hair away from her face moistened her lips and bringing her face over Pushpa's kissed her lips passionately. Pushpa kissed her back and pulling Smitha's face away from her mouth she said 'not this, kiss my other lips' Smitha was shocked but as she had to obey her. She turned and crawling down she caught Pushpa's thighs and heaving herself she settled her body over Pushpa's. Then taking hold of her sari and petticoat, she started curling it up and as the cloth slid from Pushpa's body, her well proportioned legs came into view. Smitha continued folding her sari and petticoat till it reached her upper thighs. Smitha then making a soft cushion out of her sari and petticoat placed her head on it and sliding her hands between Pushpa's legs she parted them. Pushpa was excited as Smitha parted her legs. Her body started throbbing and unable to sustain herself she grasped Smitha's thighs and pulled her up. This made Smitha's buttocks to be poised just inches away from her face. Smitha after parting her legs slipped her hands between Pushpa's thighs. Her hands grasped both her warm soft inner thighs and spreading them further she suddenly brought her face on her inner thighs and started kissing them. Pushpa screamed in ecstasy when Smitha started kissing and lapping her inner thighs and she almost creamed. Smitha continued kissing her thighs and as Pushpa started to wriggle her body she dipped her face deeper into the dark horizon under her petticoat and as her lips felt her coarse pubic hair she started licking them. Pushpa wailed loudly as Smitha's face came in contact with her sex. Her body shuddered and she burst out and came. Smitha felt her body shudder. As she was unable to see anything in the darkness under her petticoat, she nuzzled her face on her dripping cunt. Pushpa curved her body and pressed her sex to her face. Smitha lifting her face from her cunt took hold of her sari along with the petticoat and lifted them up exposing her dripping wet cunt to her gaze. This was the first time Smitha had seen any other woman's sex. She took a deep breath on looking at the sight her eyes had never seen before. Looking at the pink slit of her opening, peeping from behind her silky brown pubic hair and set amidst her graceful thighs was a sight to behold for ever. Smitha after looking at her captivating cunt threw all inhibitions to the wind and placing her hands squarely on her pubic hair and parting her sex lips and looking deep inside said 'you have the most beautiful cunt.' 'Is it so' asked Pushpa? 'Have you ever seen your cunt' she threw the question back to her? 'Yes, I have seen it often' she shot back. 'But have you ever seen it from the angle I am looking at it now' Smitha asked. 'Not mine, but I saw yours' she replied. 'It is so pretty, so warm, so moist and so very appealing' saying this Smitha dipped her face over her cunt and smacked her lips on it. Pushpa cried out her name and holding Smitha's buttocks said 'yes, yes, kiss it.' 'I am going to ravish it with my tongue' saying this Smitha smothered Pushpa's cunt with wet kisses and when her lips felt her cunt quiver, she pushed her tongue deep inside her hole. This made Pushpa to thrash her legs wildly with hot desires. Pushpa screamed and as Smitha jabbed her tongue inside her juicy cunt she held Smitha's legs and pulling her up she brought Smitha's sex above her face and plastered her lips over it. Smitha's body was on fire. She pushed her face deep on Pushpa's cunt and mixing her saliva with her juices she went on lapping Pushpa's cunt. As she kissed her cunt she started to thrash her own body over Pushpa's face. Pushpa drained out her juices again and seeing Smitha going wild with desires and thrashing her body over her face. she darted her tongue out which slid inside her gaping cunt hole. Smitha' dam busted as she felt Pushpa's tongue snake inside her cunt. Her thrusts gained momentum and she started hammering her lower body over her soft delicate mouth and when every drop of liquid was drained out of her cunt, she lay limp upon her. 'Well, well, well. You learn fast' said Pushpa on regaining her composure. 'It's because, you are my tutor' replied Smitha. 'Then I think we should move to the next chapter' said Pushpa smilingly. 'And what's it about' she asked getting excited? 'It's about Men' Pushpa replied. 'Will you be my tutor' she asked again? 'Yes, I will be your tutor but I should find some specimen for you' she said. 'Do you have anyone in your sight' she asked thinking about her son? 'I think I have one' she replied. 'Can I know his name' she asked visualizing her sons face. 'Ram' said Pushpa. Hearing the name 'Ram,' Smitha was shocked and as she looked up Pushpa laughed and said 'we will decide it later.' That ended the subject and as both of them got dressed up, Smitha looking at Pushpa said 'you forgot something.' 'What' asked Pushpa? 'You forgot to anoint my back' she said. 'That, I have left it for your son' said Pushpa going down the stairs. Smitha stood like a rock on hearing her words and when she saw an agile Pushpa fade away she came down the stairs. Later in the evening, Smitha after having a nap was refreshed. She dressed up in one of her silk sari and looking resplendent she waited for her son to come home. It was not Suresh but Pushpa who came first. On entering she immediately went to Smitha and said 'I have to go home' 'Why?' asked Smitha feeling depressed. 'My husband has come home and he needs me' replied Pushpa smilingly. 'When will you be back' she asked sadly? 'I will try to be back tomorrow' said Pushpa and as she looked at Smitha dressed up elegantly she said 'I wish I could stay back.' 'Then why don't you' replied Smitha and turned away in resentment. Pushpa seeing her feeling unhappy came forward and hugging her from behind said 'just give me a day.' 'Will you be back tomorrow' asked Smitha? 'Okay, I will be back' as she said this she put her hand on her waist and caressed it. Smitha turned and smiled at her. As Smitha turned Pushpa slid her hands on Smitha's buttocks and drawing her body closer said 'I cannot stay away from you.' 'Why? What's so inviting' asked Smitha leaning on her sensually. 'These' said Pushpa cupping her buttock's with both hands and fondling them. 'My buttocks' said Smitha playfully. 'That and your two pairs of lips' saying this Pushpa kissed Smitha hard on her lips, while her hands slid from her buttocks and cupped her sex. Smitha moaned and hugging her said 'then stay back, I need you.' Pushpa leaned forward and whispered in her ears. 'Today be with Suresh and tomorrow I will be back with Ram' saying this she disengaged from her hold and left her. Smitha was left alone to ponder. She wondered if she had heard her last word correctly. Did she utter the word 'Ram' was the question which lingered in my mind and as she sat pondering over it she heard Suresh come home. Seeing Suresh she forgot everything and as he went to change she had his coffee and snacks ready for him. When Suresh returned and sat at the dining table he looked at his radiant mother and said 'you look charming Mom.' 'Is it' she asked? 'Yes, this sari looks good on you' said her son. 'From when have you started watching me so keenly,' she asked. 'Since you got your beautiful back bruised' replied her son. 'Is my back so beautiful' she asked swinging her body seductively while turning and showing her back to him? Suresh was enchanted to see his mother swinging her body seductively. His eyes were riveted to her luscious figure and when his mother pushed the sari covering her back away, he was shocked to see just thin strings holding her blouse. Her back was almost bare and it was ravishing to look at. 'It looks ravishing' replied Suresh instinctively. Hearing him use the word 'ravishing' his mother was aroused. 'Then why don't you come and apply the cream on my back' saying this she moved to the next room and lay down on the divan. Suresh followed her carrying a hard on. This time he did not hide his arousal and on reaching the divan he stood looking at the robust figure of his mother lying on the divan. His eyes were glued on the thin cords of her blouse deeply engraved in her flesh. Smitha waited for her son to make a move and when he did not, as she turned her face, her eyes were rewarded with the sight of his tented pants. Her body convulsed on seeing her son in an aroused state. At once she turned her face back and in an aroused state she spread her legs and lay comfortably on the divan hugging a pillow. Suresh had watched his mother's actions. He was sure that she had seen his aroused state when she had turned her face and now seeing her rest spreading her legs his confidence boosted up. He took hold of the top of her sari and holding it asked 'shall I remove this' 'Why' his mother said as hot waves ran up her body. 'Your rich sari may get wrinkled' he replied as he lifted her sari from her back and waited for her permission. 'Do you care about my sari or do you have any other ideas' spoke her mother softly. 'What other ideas could I have' asked her son bringing his hand down over her waist and caressing it. 'Who knows You may be interested in having a look' shot back his mother. 'Look at what' asked Suresh as he slowly started pulling her sari out from her waist band. 'At what it is covering up' replied his mother? 'But you are wearing a petticoat underneath it' he replied. 'Yes, I am. But it is made out of a thin fabric' she replied. 'So what' asked her son as he released the tugged part of her sari from her waist band? 'It shows off my body' replied his mother. 'But still it covers up your body, isn't it' asked her son? 'Yes, to some extent' replied his mother. 'Then let me' saying this he slowly pulled her sari out and placed it on the rack beside the divan. As Suresh pulled her sari out Smitha deeply hugged the pillow to her chest. Suresh seeing her mother stiffen her body said 'relax, its okay.' 'What's okay' asked his mother? 'It's not showing much' replied her son as his eyes took to the curves of her waist, her rounded mounds and her rich thighs. 'Then what are you gaping at' asked his mother feeling his gaze upon her body. 'I am looking at the material of your petticoat. It is so soft and so light' he said as his fingers felt the soft texture. 'You are here to anoint the cream, not to look or feel the texture of my petticoat' replied his mother. 'But it is very alluring' replied her son. 'I knew it is very alluring. That is the reason why I objected on your removing the sari' she replied. 'Then let me consider it to be a reward for anointing your back' replied her son. 'But I have already rewarded you yesterday' shot back his mother. 'How' asked her son? 'You saw me with only my bra on' replied his mother. 'And now I am seeing with only your petticoat on' shot back her son. 'But I had other things in mind to reward you' replied his mother. 'What? Tell me' said her son bending down. 'I had planned to . . . . . ' she did not complete the sentence. 'What had you planned' asked her son fondling her hair. 'Do you see the blouse I am wearing' asked his mother? 'Yes, it is only held by these thin strings' he said holding the cords in his hands. 'Yes, and I am not wearing anything else underneath it' she said. It took some moments for Suresh for the words to sink in and when he got it he asked 'you wanted to go top less?' 'Yes, and reward you with its sight' she replied. 'What sight' asked her son? 'The one which you touched yesterday' said his mother. 'What did I touch' asked her son knowing very well he had grazed his hand over her breasts. 'My chest' replied his mother. 'What do you have on your chest' asked her son? 'What you so eagerly wanted to feel yesterday' said his mother. 'I wanted to feel these' said Suresh as his hands slid down over her bosom. 'And what is it you are feeling' asked his mother her body sizzling at his touch. 'Your breasts' saying this he cupped them with both his hands. 'Show me' he said squeezing her breasts in both his hands. 'You have already been rewarded enough' said his mother smilingly. 'In what way' asked her son softly? 'By seeing me in my petticoat' she spoke softly. 'But it covers a lot. I want to see these' he replied fondling her breasts. 'What do I get in return' she asked? 'Whatever you wish for' he replied. 'What can I get from you' she asked. 'Anything you want, try me' he said as he drew his hand away from her breasts and placed it on her back trying to untie the strings. 'Like' she asked? 'Like you can see whatever I possess' he replied. 'What do you have which I have not seen' she asked? 'You might have seen it before but it is much different now' he replied. 'Yes, it is very different' she replied visualizing the tent in his pants. 'You had a glimpse of it covered up. Feel free to see it' he replied. 'No, not now' she replied. 'Why' asked her son as he untied one of her strings holding her blouse. 'With me lying exposed you may get crazy ideas' she replied. 'What sort of crazy ideas' asked his son untying the last string? 'You may get the idea of seeing me . . . . .' she stopped. 'Seeing you, what?' he asked. 'Without my petticoat on' she replied. 'What's wrong in it' he asked as he tried to pull the blouse from her body. 'It's not for your eyes' she replied. 'Why' he asked again trying to pull the blouse away and turn her to face him. 'It's forbidden' she replied. 'Okay show me what is not forbidden' he asked. 'I am shy' she replied as she felt him trying to turn her. 'Close your eyes for a few moments' replied her son as he slowly turned her around. Smitha held the blouse tight to her chest and closed her eyes as her son slowly turned her around. Suresh was excited when his mother did not resist his moves and when his mother turned he held her hand and removed it from her chest. As he lifted her hand and placed it down it brushed his tent up pants which sent a shiver down his spine. Smitha too felt her hand brush his erect cock in his pants. This suddenly jolted her and she opened her eyes wide. Suresh smiled at her and bringing his hand down he touched her moist lips. Smitha's body shivered at his touch. Instinctively she opened her mouth. Suresh caressing her moist lips pushed one of his fingers inside her mouth. His mother opened her mouth wide and as his finger penetrated inside she closed her lips on it. Silken Webs Izdreth stood in the murky shadows of the battlechamber, still and silent as death. Every sense was sharply focused on finding and vanquishing his foe. He dimly heard his opponent's near-silent footfalls, the almost imperceptible clank of his chainmail tunic. Izdreth wore an identical tunic of finely crafted mithral. He stood absolutely still, not quite daring to breathe. His adversary was close, so close, but to react too soon would be as bad as not reacting at all. 'He could be *anywhere*...this place is enormous! And even with my night vision, the shadows and the black stone walls make it all the more challenging,' Izdreth mused. A soft scraping sound nearly set his teeth on edge. It sounded even closer than before--it was time. Izdreth adjusted his position ever so slightly, cursing mentally as his armour rattled the tiniest bit. His opponent's senses were even more keen than his own. There! The fool's back was turned. Izdreth's smile was nothing short of predatory as he swiftly called to mind a spell of binding. No sooner had the first syllables of the incantation left his lips than the young arachin felt the cold touch of steel against his throat. He swallowed hard as his 'target' vanished into thin air. Talryn's breath tickled his ear as he spoke. "Fortunately for *you*, apprentice, this was merely an exercise." He pulled the dagger away from Izdreth's throat and sheathed it. Feeling a tad sheepish, Izdreth turned to face his teacher. "Most fortunate, yes." Suddenly the basalt floor of the battlechamber became of great interest to him. Unseen by his apprentice, Talryn allowed himself a small smile. "You *are* improving all the same. Do you know where you went wrong this time?" Izdreth pondered a moment before looking back up. "I believe so. I would say I relied more on my senses than on my intuitions." Talryn nodded. "Both are important, Izdreth. But a mage should rely first and foremost on intuition and instinct. Especially when one is fighting another mage." A slow smile crept across the Archmage's handsome face. "Now, my apprentice, let us see what else you have learned." His voice a rich purr, he continued, "I would claim my prize as we agreed, Izdreth." Izdreth smiled knowingly as he lowered himself to the floor before him. The stone was cool and smooth beneath him. Without another word, Talryn unfastened his tunic and removed his loincloth. The young arachin gazed with admiring eyes at his Master's cock, which even now anticipated the feel of his mouth. Talryn had taught him the ways of oral pleasure only a few days before, giving him a personal--and very delicious--demonstration. Smiling, Izdreth caressed Talryn's growing member with one slender finger. Long, slow strokes up to the head and down again before leaning close to to dart his pointed tongue in the glistening drop of cream there. Talryn bit back a groan. Izdreth had lost their wager, but it was obvious he intended to lose on his own terms. Very well--let him try! Izdreth flicked his wet tongue lewdly over the head then slowly licked his way back down. Up. Down. Up. Down. At his leisure he worked his way around the stiffened organ, his tongue caressing every inch, wetting Talryn thoroughly. "Take--take me inside!" Talryn groaned. Izdreth wasn't so much torturing his cock as he was *worshipping* it with slithering flicks of his tongue, the barest touch of his lips. Izdreth glanced up at him, his eyes dark with mischief. "You always tell me, Master--" He paused to circle his teacher's cock with kisses. "--that to a job well, one must not rush, no." Talryn's fingers tightened on his apprentice's shoulders. "A fine time to apply what I tell you!" he ground out between gritted teeth. Izdreth suppressed a chuckle. Taking hold of the organ before him, he planted heated kisses up and down the rigid ebony length, finishing this particular torment with a lascivious kiss before drawing him in. Talryn bit hard at his lip as Izdreth drew him slowly in. He'd taught his apprentice well, perhaps too well. He clenched his teeth against the groan welling in his throat as Izdreth pleasured him, lips and tongue working together as he went down on his Master. Faster, deeper, a little more of both as Izdreth worked him into a frenzy. Talryn groaned as he moved to meet the young arachin's mouth, all pretense of holding back gone, hands tangling in his silky raven hair. For all his efforts, Izdreth still held back. He wanted to prolong this, to please his Master well. He teased Talryn for the longest time, having learned very quickly when the Archmage was close to orgasm. He'd also learned when Talryn's patience was at an end. So when his Master's groans took on a dire, growling note, Izdreth ceased teasing and devoured him in earnest. Talryn shuddered, groaning long and loudly when his climax struck. He cried out in a strangled gasp when Izdreth thrust two long fingers deep inside him, making him come again almost before the spasms from the first climax had passed. Smiling, Izdreth milked the last drops from Talryn's cock before licking his lips contentedly. He himself was painfully aroused, but such had been the terms of the wager. He would sublimate his desires for now. Talryn's hands gently stroked his student's raven hair before helping him to stand. "You did well, Izdreth," he murmured. "I am *very* well pleased." Izdreth smiled back, a little shyly. "I am glad, yes." Talryn embraced him fiercely. "Help me tend to my attire, Apprentice, and we will see to your studies. Today we'll resume our discussions on alchemy." That had been several days ago. Izdreth sighed deeply, the book on geometric incantations long-forgotten on his desk. Talryn had wanted him to read it in his absence and, if he felt he could do so, to practise the simple beginner's spells. "I would be lucky to concentrate enough for a dusting cantrip!" Izdreth grumbled. He missed Talryn terribly. His Master had been called away on important business. "You will remain here, Izdreth," Talryn had told him. "It is an item of concern for Archmages, and I may not bring you. I will return in one week's time." Then he had given Izdreth a warm embrace and a slow lingering kiss. A promise of things to come upon his return. Izdreth sighed again. It had only been a few days, but already he was bored...lonely... Horny. The young arachin sighed deeply. He'd been trying for days to push those thoughts aside, to concentrate on his magick. He was much more disciplined than many of his kind. Even so, this was causing him great difficulty. He was simply too restless to continue his studies. Talryn had left him a lest of tasks to be completed. Izdreth had done them all but for the shopping. "Getting out for a while will do me good, yes." He closed the book, them returned it to the shelf. Then he perused the shopping list. Even powerful mages such as Talryn could not simply fabricate what they needed out of thin air. Izdreth smiled. This was no mundane list, it was a list for various magickal materials. This would keep him busy most of the day. He tucked the list into his belt pouch, then picked up his cloak. It was still settling over his shoulders as he vanished from the study. *** The morning breeze had a crisp edge to it, making Izdreth glad he'd brought his cloak. He stood in the tower courtyard a moment, admiring the flowers growing all around. A black rose drew his attention: Izdreth leaned in close to inhale the sweet scent before drawing up the hood of his cloak. A short time later, Izdreth arrived at the city marketplace. As ever, the sprawl of stores and booths and carts laden with goods never ceased to amaze him. He passed a small cart selling a selection of the finest silks he'd ever seen. Scarves and shawls and bolts of fabric floated from display hangers like giant butterflies, tempting him with their beauty. Izdreth shook his head. First things first. The apothecary he needed to visit was just down the block, then through a narrow alley. Izdreth smiled. 'I'm glad that I decided to do this,' he thought. 'My attempts at studying were of no avail.' He moved cautiously into the alley. It had a reputation for being frequented by thieves and muggers, or worse. Izdreth wasn't concerned--only a great fool would attack a mage, even an apprentice. A cry of terror pierced the air suddenly. It came from somewhere up ahead, beyond a large heap of rubble and refuse. Izdreth wasted no time in moving to investigate. A young woman struggled madly in the arms of her attacker, a burly human male. From the way he tore at her skirts, it was obvious he intended to force himself on her. "Trollop! You think ya can tease a man, act all coy, and not be expected to give it up? You'll learn, and I'll teach you!" The girl shrieked again as the man leaned in to force a brutal kiss on her. His lips never even so much as touched her. He found himself hurled savagely to the ground. When he'd recovered from the bone-jarring thud, he found himself staring up at an angry arachin. "I believe the lady told you no," Izdreth growled down at him. "And I'll give you until the count of five to be gone." He punctuated his words by conjuring a ball of white light, sizzling and sparking. It was merely a harmless glowball, made more impressive with a little illusion. But most common folk new little of magick, only that it could be deadly. The lout wasn't going to argue. He leapt to his feet and ran off as fast as his legs would take him without looking back once. A muffled sob drew Izdreth's attention to the girl. She wore the long skirt and cinched blouse of a tavern maid. She regarded him with wide, terrified grey eyes. "Fear not," Izdreth soothed her. "I will cause you no harm." The girl only stared, wide-eyed and trembling. She was quite plain, with a wide, freckled face. Still, her eyes were quite lovely, even brimming with tears. Suddenly she hurled herself into his arms, weeping. Startled, Izdreth wrapped his arms tightly about her. He held her close as she sobbed, stroking her lustrous brown hair, speaking gentle words of comfort. "Fear not, child," he murmured. "You're safe now. I will not harm you." She nodded against his chest. "I know." She stroked his night-black hair, pushing it aside. Something in her voice startled Izdreth. He tried to pull back to look at her, but she held him with surprising strength. Something cold and sharp pricked the back of his neck. Izdreth tried to pull away from the girl, but a curious langour stole through his bones. Then he was falling, falling into an endless, velvet darkness. *** "Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty." The voice pulled Izdreth from sleep as surely as if he'd been doused with ice-cold water. He blinked, gasping as he came to. "Welcome to my web, sweet Izdreth." Izdreth's eyes went wide with shock. "*You*!" Ashryn laughed throatily. "Yes. And this time, your master isn't here to save you. What a pity." "You'll pay for this! My Master will see to you, and--" Ashryn laid two slender fingers across Izdreth's full lips, shushing him. "Spare me the tiresome clichés, little one. No doubt I will pay, and most grievously so. But it will be well worth it, I am sure." His voice, low and throaty, told Izdreth more than mere words ever could. Ashryn smiled with deceptive sweetness as he stroked Izdreth's silky hair. Chains clinked as Izdreth tried to pull his head away from Ashryn's touch to no avail. His head was held firmly in place by a stiff, fur-lined leather collar. From what Izdreth could tell, his arms were held tightly behind his back by more chains fed through loops in fur-lined cuffs. As though he'd read his captive's mind, Ashryn said, "Feel free to test your bonds, love. I'm sure that you'll find that they hold you quite securely." He stepped back, anticipating a sudden frenzy of movement. When it didn't happen, he arched a delicate chestnut brow. "I see that Talryn has given you a sense of discipline, Izdreth. Good. Very good. In that case, I'll tell you exactly how you're held." He reached out to trace the collar at Izdreth's throat. "This collar...so very lovely." He looked up at Izdreth, blue eyes searching his. "Would you like to know what makes it so special?" Izdreth remained silent, eyes staring defiantly into Ashryn's. "I'll tell you," Ashryn said as if Izdreth had begged him for the secret. "It's enchanted, love. While it's around your neck, you can't even so much as bring to mind a colouring cantrip." Izdreth made no reply. He merely stared straight ahead, right through Ashryn. His earlier burst of temper not withstanding, he had a strong sense of discipline. All the same, his heart raced even as he tried hard to think of some way out of his predicament. Ashryn's mouth turned in a pout. He refused to be dismayed, however, and turned his attention to the rest the chains. "Now then," he continued, reaching behind Izdreth to grasp the chain. "This chain..." He trailed his fingers slowly down the cold mithral links as he spoke. "This chain leads through loops in the cuffs holding your hands behind your back.You'll notice that you've not much freedom of movement. That's because the chain is connected to a harness around your abdomen. In turn..." He ran one hand in a slow caress over Izdreth's glossy black spider body. "In turn, chains lead from the harness and are hooked into loops in the floor, pinning you down. Go on...try and move." When Izdreth made no move to comply, Ashryn's eyes flashed cold fire. "Obey me." This was not a time to fight, Izdreth realised. He experimented with his bonds, not by thrashing madly, but with carefully controlled movements. "It is as you say, yes. I am quite securely held." He might have been commenting on the weather, for all the emotion his voice held. Ashryn's eyes narrowed to mere slits. This was not to his liking. He wanted the apprentice frightened, uncertain of his fate, but Izdreth's demeanor was perfectly composed. "Good. Very good. Then you realise that there will be no possibility of escape." One slender hand caressed Izdreth's shoulder before curling around the back of his neck. "Do you know how beautiful you are, little one?" Without waiting for an answer, he took Izdreth's mouth in a slow, silken kiss. Izdreth shivered: he couldn't help it. Ashryn said nothing, but Izdreth was certain that the lips pressing into his curved in evil amusement. The kiss was like liquid fire, flowing into his mouth and through his veins until it was all he could do to resist his captor. I'll not give you that pleasure again, Ashryn. Savour the moment while you have it. Ashryn licked lightly at Izdreth's tongue before pulling back to look at him. The eyes, so beautiful and defiant, but the body--ahh, the body trembled ever so slightly against his. He smirked. "You don't feel that I can break you, do you? No need to answer; I see it in your eyes." He stroked Izdreth's hair gently. Suddenly, his hand wrapped brutally into the lush mane. Stinging pain ripped into Izdreth's scalp. Tears welled in his eyes. "Perhaps I cannot make you respond to pleasure, but I am very certain that I can give you pain. The choice is yours, Izdreth." He glared into his prisoner's eyes, gratified to see a bit of fear creeping in. Perfect. Ashryn had no intentions of hurting Izdreth, except perhaps as part of the pleasures they would share. He doubted very much if Izdreth had been shown such things, although Talryn himself enjoyed such play. However, it wouldn't do for Izdreth to know this. "Let's try this again, shall we?" he murmured. "Why are you so very certain that you will not bend to my will?" Izdreth licked his dry lips. "Because you are evil!" he spat. Ashryn threw back his head and laughed. The mocking sound echoed in the chamber, grated on Izdreth's nerves. "You really *are* convinced of your moral superiority over me, aren't you? What sort of rubbish has Talryn filled your brain with?" He pressed up close against his plaything, chuckling when Izdreth couldn't stop himself from gasping. "Your mind and soul might care about such things, love. But your body will not, does not. You are an *arachin*, dear Izdreth. And no matter how smart or how disciplined or pure of heart an arachin is, there's only one thing that's constantly on their mind--fucking." Izdreth glared viciously at the older arachin. He was right, of course. Every arachin struggled constantly against his baser impulses. But that didn't mean that one gave into them when desired. "You know that I'm right," Ashryn taunted. His hand came up to stroke Izdreth's face. He nearly groaned aloud at the texture--softer than the smoothest velvet. Like cool, rich cream. "Your skin is so soft, Apprentice. Think you that it is so everywhere?" Izdreth ignored him. Undaunted, Ashryn pressed his lips to the skin he'd just stroked so gently. "Mmm. Very soft. I would enjoy touching my lips all over your skin, just to see how soft it is." His captor's words brought an unwanted vision to Izdreth: Ashryn slowly removing the apprentice's clothing as he kissed and licked newly exposed skin an inch at a time. Izdreth closed his eyes, only to find that the visions came more sharply into focus. Shaking his head hard to clear it, he then glared at his tormentor. Ashryn smiled smugly. "You can't resist forever. But if your sense of moral superiority demands it, then by all means, please do so. It's highly entertaining." His pale, slender fingers toyed at the lacings of Izdreth's suede jerkin before deftly untying the knot. Izdreth tried to ignore the gentle tugs on his clothing as Ashryn undid the laces. Instead, he forced himself to concentrate on exploring the room with his eyes. Ashryn held him in a small but elegant chamber. There was just enough room for the two of them to stand and maneuver about: Izdreth tried not to ponder what maneuvers would be required of him here. Black velvet swathed the walls in soft shadows. Large furry rugs, invitingly soft, covered the floors. Izdreth tried not to think about sinking down into them. Rolling his eyes up as far as they could go, Izdreth saw a high, arched ceiling painted a deep crimson. His gaze traveled elsewhere, showing him brief glimpses of red walls behind the black drapes. A warm hand on his skin made him gasp. Ashryn had unfastened his jerkin and had slipped his hand inside Izdreth's tunic. The older arachin favoured Izdreth with a leering smile."You like?" he purred, slipping his other hand inside as well. Both hands moved around to stroke Izdreth's satiny back. Izdreth gnawed on his lower lip. Ashryn's hands stroked and caressed, leaving tingles in their wake. Occasionally, sharp nails would lightly graze his spine, sending liquid fire through him. He wondered what it would feel like to have Ashryn's nails raking his back, his breath hot and harsh in his ear as they coupled madly. To sink his teeth into Ashryn's creamy shoulder as he shuddered in uncontrollable ecstasy...he shuddered, and while Ashryn did not chuckle, in his mind's eye Izdreth saw the evil grin on his captor's face. "Well?" A purring demand brought Izdreth out of his reverie. "Do you?" Ashryn’s green eyes burned into his captive. "I--I respond to the touch, not you," Izdreth told him, shivering slightly as Ashryn's fingers brushed ever so close to his still-sleeping sex. *** Izdreth slept restlessly that night, his dreams filled with erotic visions, his waking times torn with fierce, unfulfilled lust. At last, he drifted off into a deep dreamless slumber born of exhaustion. The scent of strawberry wine and fresh baked bread woke him the next morning. Blinking sleepily, stomach growling, Izdreth looked up to see an air servant setting a silver tray laden with food before him. No sooner had the transparent creature departed than Izdreth fell to the food with unseemly alacrity, the hunger of lust replaced by the hunger of his stomach. Silken Webs Halfway through his meal, it occurred to Izdreth that Ashryn might have supplemented the food with aphrodisiacs. He paused in chewing, pondering the idea. For a moment, he was tempted to spit out the masticated hunk of honey-coated bread, then reconsidered. Ashryn was far too assured of his own prowess to resort to artificial means of arousing his toys. Thus assured, Izdreth continued eating. No sooner had he finished than Ashryn swept into the room. Today he wore a simple black silk robe, his brown hair loose about his shoulders, green eyes alight with anticipation. "I trust you slept well, Apprentice?" he greeted Izdreth sweetly. Memories of the night before assaulted Izdreth's mind: Ashryn's hands stroking him into a writhing frenzy, whispering lewd words of encouragement. His dreams were worse still: images of Ashryn fulfilling his promise to taste him fully, the two of them coupling madly, legs and bodies entwined. Ashryn’s binding him in silken webs before torturing him with every erotic delight imaginable. The young arachin pushed it firmly from his mind. "But of course, Ashryn," Izdreth responded with equal sweetness. He eyed the other arachin warily. What would Ashryn do next? Ashryn did nothing. Instead, he merely stood before Izdreth, just out of arm's reach. Still smiling, he undid the sash to his robe and pushed the robe away from his shoulders. It fell to his spider body then slid to the floor with a silken hiss. Izdreth shut his eyes a fraction too late. He hadn't wanted to see his tormentor naked; to do so would weaken him further. But he had sense enough to know that Ashryn had creamy, silk-smooth skin, a finely muscled torso, and a sizeable endowment. Before he had shut his eyes, Izdreth had seen Ashryn's member stir and begin to grow, a promise of delights to be shared. Eyes still closed, Izdreth mustered a small amount of amusement. "You come straight to the point, don't you?" "I do." Before Izdreth could reply further, Ashryn gripped the collar round his neck and pulled him up to stand. "Look long and hard at what I have to offer, Izdreth. And if you can truly refuse the delights I promise, then I will release you." He pressed his smooth, naked body against Izdreth's. "Tell me that I don't rouse you, apprentice," Ashryn purred. To Izdreth's horror, his unruly member grew up stiff and hard between them. "I-it's only my body! Not me!' Izdreth gasped. His cock thrust firmly against Ashryn's, then slid alongside it slowly as Ashryn pushed his hips against Izdreth's. "You...your body...what's the difference?" Ashryn flicked his tongue along Izdreth's slightly parted lips before thrusting it inside.....and at the same time, thrust his cock inside Izdreth's already slippery inner passage. Izdreth cried out in a mixture of shock, dismay and delight. Not quite able to stop himself, he wrapped his arms around the older arachin, nails clawing the satiny skin of his back. "Yesss," Ashryn hissed against the apprentice's full mouth. "This is what you want, isn't it?" Izdreth could only moan as Ashryn thrust faster. Deeper. Harder. Just as Izdreth neared his peak, Ashryn pulled out of him. "Don't say a word," he growled to his toy, who glared with undisguised hated at him. He took Izdreth by the shoulders and pushed him down to rest. "Suck me," he ordered, "and if you do well, I'll satisfy you tenfold. If not, I'll see to it that you suffer all the more." The sight of Ashryn's engorged flesh, so close he could feel the heat of lust against his parted lips, finally sent Izdreth over the edge. He sobbed, then leaned forward to do as Ashryn demanded. Ashryn groaned softly at the touch of warm lips gently exploring his flesh. He could tell that Izdreth was not terribly experienced, and this delighted him. Suddenly the apprentice swept his tongue up the full length, finishing by licking slowly at the head before slowly devouring him. The elder arachin shuddered, groaning louder. 'I stand corrected,' he thought wildly, groaning again as Izdreth stroked up and down, sucking or licking as it pleased him. He closed his eyes, purring his pleasure as two of Izdreth's fingers teased at his wet slit. Ashryn shuddered again, oh so close to orgasm. Centuries of practice enabled him to delay the inevitable, allowed him to enjoy the young apprentice’s skilled mouth to the fullest. His fingers twined through Izdreth’s silken hair, caressing and occasionally tugging at a particularly sharp stab of pleasure. "Ahhh…gods, Apprentice…your mouth is worthy of Sanguine himself." Ashryn panted harshly, occasionally gasping as Izdreth sucked and licked, fingers thrusting deep inside the slick wetness below. The older arachin allowed his head to fall back as the hot mouth enveloped him fully. Suddenly, the hands tangled in his Izdreth’s hair yanked his head upward. "Enough," Ashryn growled, eyes boring into Izdreth’s lust-drugged ones. Gods, he was beautiful like this. "I hope you are as insatiable as I have imagined." He yanked on the collar chain. "Up. I want to see if other things feel as good as your mouth...." Izdreth staggered into a standing position on his wobbling legs. He ached, oh, how he ached to be filled full of his tormentor’s flesh, to feel Ashryn pounding hard and harsh against him. He nearly screamed when Ashryn’s long fingers closed over his own hard length. "Do you want me, Izdreth?" the wizard asked, lips inches from Izdreth’s full mouth. His tongue darted out to lick across them light as a butterfly’s wings. Izdreth whimpered. "Hmmm? I’m not quite sure I heard you." The grasping fingers stroked up and down with agonizing slowness. Izdreth arched against Ashryn’s smooth hand, desperately seeking more friction, groaning wordlessly. Ashryn chuckled cruelly. The young one’s actions spoke for him very clearly, but in this case, words were more delicious. "Say it," Ashryn whispered. "Beg me for it." His fingers abandoned Izdreth’s cock to slip smoothly inside him. Both arachins groaned: Izdreth at the pleasurable invasion, Ashryn at the tight wetness wrapped so nicely around his fingers. "Imagine, Izdreth…it could be my cock inside you." His fingers withdrew, then thrust in deeply, slowly. He licked his lips. "Or…you could be inside me. Wouldn’t you enjoy that?" "Ohhh…oooh gods!" Izdreth’s cry echoed in the small chamber as Ashryn firmly grasped his firm young flesh and rubbed it against himself. "Ohhhh…" Delicious…Ashryn was slick and tight and oh so warm around him. Suddenly the arachin pulled away, laughing at Izdreth frustrated cry. "See? You can have me…later. Right now, I’ll be having you…but you have to ask me for it." He thrust himself halfway inside, both of them groaning, then stopped. Izdreth’s mind spun madly at the sensations of silken flesh and hot wetness become one. His passage throbbed hungrily around Ashryn’s member, which seemed to throb and swell in return. Ashryn thrust deeper still, burying himself to the hilt, shattering the last of Izdreth’s need to prolong the torture. "Please…Ashryn…take me…" "Look into my eyes," Ashryn breathed. When Izdreth obeyed, he pulled back, withdrawing nearly all the way, then slammed fiercely back inside. Izdreth shuddered, groaning, moving his hips to meet his captor’s. "Ahhhh..." Ashryn groaned wordlessly. The apprentice was so incredibly sweet…so slick and hot inside, not to mention the luscious, hard length thrusting up between them. He reached a slim hand down between them to stroke the sensitive flesh, smiling wickedly when Izdreth cried out in surprised pleasure. Ashryn shuddered in turn when his plaything’s muscles tightened around him. "Move with me…yess, that’s it," Ashryn hissed, his breath tickling Izdreth’s ear. He groaned at the wicked delight of Izdreth writhing and sliding against him. The young one was so beautiful: pale skin flushed and glowing with lust, strands of his long, silken hair entwined with his own or falling over his face in an ebony curtain. Izdreth's full lips were slightly parted and wet, inviting Ashryn's kisses, an invitation he found impossible to resist. He leaned in, running his tongue over the apprentice's mouth. In response the young arachin sobbed, seeking Ashryn’s mouth. They kissed, tongues thrusting furiously. Ashryn sought to pull back, to regain control of the situation, but Izdreth suddenly sucked firmly upon his tongue, holding him. The sudden helpless, erotic pleasure of it sent Ashryn spiraling over the edge, all control lost, his cries muffled by Izdreth’s merciless kisses. Izdreth pulled his head back, panting and writhing, sobbing as his own climax took hold of him with sudden, savage force. Warm semen spurted between them, covering both their torsos, mixing with the sweat slicking their still squirming bodies. A brief moment’s clarity hit him then with all the subtlety of a firestorm spell. "Gods, what have I done?" Izdreth slipped mercifully into a soft, black abyss. He stirred awake after Noctys only knew how long. The torches had burned low in their sconces, but there was still enough light to see by. Izdreth carefully tried to move his arms: He was still bound. "My master doesn’t yet trust you." Izdreth turned to see a slim, pretty girl of perhaps twenty summers. She was modestly dressed in soft blue robes, her long brown hair pulled back in a simple tail. She regarded him with bright, curious eyes. "What is your name?" he asked her softly. "Jaenn," she answered, daring to take a step closer. "Master Ashryn has told me I am not to come here. But I was curious, and I had to see." She fished around in her pocket, finally producing a small silver key. "I took it when he was otherwise occupied." She blushed. "I am surprised that he would bother with keys," Izdreth noted, smiling a little at the girl’s rosy cheeks. "Why do you serve him, knowing full well that he keeps me here against my will?" She sighed. "I know that it is wrong of him. But I cannot resist him. I—well, we love each other." A defiant light coloured her blue eyes. ‘Say what you will,’ her expression told Izdreth. Izdreth was hard-pressed to withhold a snort of laughter. 'Ashryn wouldn't know love if Mara herself told him the meaning,' he thought wryly. Still, he realised that it would be a grievous error to point this out to the young apprentice, who would no doubt become angry and defensive. Instead, he smiled. "I'm sure you do," he agreed. "And surely you must know who I am apprenticed to." When she hesitated, he continued on, not wanting to give her much time to think. "I am Izdreth, Apprentice to Talryn, Master of the Obsidian Tower." "The Archmage of Shade Perilous," the girl said, eyes wide. Her earlier defiance forgotten, she said "truly, I did not know…" Izdreth smiled again. His Master's name had easily impressed the girl. So far, so good. "Yes, that is correct! And surely, you must know of what will befall your Master when I am found to be here." All colour drained from her face. "Ohhhh...oh dear..." she seemed flustered, uncertain. For one heart-stopping moment, Izdreth feared that she would turn and flee the chamber. Finally she appeared strong, her lips in a firm line, eyes resolute. "I will do what I must to protect him." Izdreth nearly sighed. Ashryn had his hooks deep into her already. Still, he forged on. "In that case, wouldn't you say that the best way to protect him is to make sure that I am not even here? You are an intelligent young woman--you would not be his apprentice if you were not." "Tis true," she murmured, an idea beginning to light her eyes. The light went out, replaced by fear. "He would be very angry with me, if I helped you to escape. And yet if you stay, he will be doomed!" Her voice cracked with despair. "Not if we make it looked as though I escaped. He will still be angry, yes, but not as angry as he would be if it merely looked as though you let me go. Agreed?" He gave her his most winning smile, bringing forth all the charm he could muster. He hated manipulating the girl, but he could see no other option. The girl considered it. "What must I do?" "Unchain me. Then we shall make it look as though there has been a struggle, and that I overpowered you." The girl quickly unlatched all the straps and chains. As she did, Izdreth felt his strength and power returning to him. Apparently, the chains had been enchanted as well: Ashryn had taken no chances. When this was finished, Izdreth yanked down one of the velvet wall hangings, and then knocked over one of the small sculptures. The girl watched, wide-eyed. The Master would be most displeased, she thought, shivering a little. He might be so displeased that he would *not* punish her, knowing full well how she enjoyed the occasional whipping. Izdreth, unaware of what the girl was thinking, turned to her with a smile. "There. Now I must do one more thing." He wrapped one of the cuffs around his hand, and then raised it. "Forgive me for what I do." He brought the cuff down on the side of her head. The girl crumpled to the floor in a heap. Izdreth knelt by her side. He checked her over--her pulse was strong--and noted sadly the lump he'd caused. Still, it was no doubt better than the pain Ashryn would cause her, if he discovered her duplicity. "You will no doubt awake with a headache, dear girl. But know that I am grateful for your help." He tenderly kissed her cheek. Working quickly, he bound her up in the chains he'd recently been freed from. He gestured quickly, working the spell that would take him out of the tower. Distant, scuttling steps reached his ears. Ashryn was on the way. No doubt he had discovered the key missing, and was coming to retrieve his missing apprentice. He shuddered, nearly losing total focus as he recalled all too clearly his surrender. "Focus!" he growled to himself. The sound grew louder, closer. The energies harnessed, Izdreth began channeling them into the transport spell. The door opened… Izdreth completed the spell. The apprentice waved a cheerful farewell to an astonished Ashryn as he slowly faded from view. Ashryn’s howl of rage followed him home. The apprentice was gone, but that wasn’t what had infuriated Ashryn quite as much as the sight of his apprentice lying limp and crumpled upon the cold stone floor. He rushed to her side, his initial annoyance at her disobedience fading as he fretted over her, smoothing her hair from her face, checking for a pulse. She would live. And Izdreth would suffer. Oh, yes. Izdreth found himself in his room, dark and alone. His Master had not yet returned. Shuddering, he sank down into his bed of cushions and pulled the blankets over himself. Later he would bathe, and bathe again, seeking to remove a stain that would never truly fade. For now, all he could do was shiver from a chill that no amount of warmth could banish. "Izdreth? Are you unwell?" Talryn’s voice cut through the gloom, a balm to Izdreth’s wounded soul. Izdreth looked up at him wordlessly, his beautiful eyes saying all that needed to be said. "Master…" Talryn was at his side in moment. He wrapped his arms around his apprentice and held him close as he wept. After a moment, Talryn joined him, gently stroking Izdreth’s hair and face as the tears rolled down his night-dark face. "The fault is none of yours," Talryn said softly. Izdreth began to protest, but Talryn shushed him gently. "We will speak of it later, when your mind has cleared. Tomorrow, perhaps." Izdreth nodded gratefully, tears glistening on his pale, perfect face. Talryn held Izdreth close, his face an inscrutable mask. Within his mind, two words surfaced and found their way to his lips. "I repay."