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Serene

By: pinktight27



March of 1843. London, England. At that time, seldom did the majority of the population know about the underground network of Dominant slaveholders, but every once in a while, a young girls or boys would be taken from their homes in the night, never to be heard from again. The aristocracy did not approve of this, but considering that it was many of their own, they tolerated it. 

Serene woke up in a dark carriage, many nights after her and her sister's kidnappings. She reaches out for her sister's hand, but realizes she's alone. Her outfit is quite a set of rags by now, her long black hair slides messily across her petite young body. It had been a hard few months, filled with nothing but crying and rough hands, handling the sisters as they travelled, like pieces of meat. Serene looks up staring through the bars of the carriage out into the moon filled sky thinking about her mother and father back in China, her home for the last 18 years. She curls up, tightly pressing her small perky breasts against her knees as tears slide down her soft cheeks.

Suddenly the carriage stops and the doors fly open. Hands grab Serene roughly as they drag her into the preparation room. There she is scrubbed, covered with lotion, powdered and dressed by three rough male slaves. All wear collars, which she thinks is strange, but asks no questions. Serene had learned that speaking before being spoken to would lead to punishment. The doctor comes to check her for diseases. He pokes and prods her and opens her legs to verify her virginity. Serene tries to close her legs, but his rough hands force her slender legs open. She hangs her head down as her legs suddenly slide open exposing the tight little soft bald mound, tight from lack of use. She starts to silently cry, embarrassed. "This man is touching my nether place. Even I have never touched it," she thinks to herself. She wipes the tears from her eyes.

Serene looks up at the doctor tears still fresh in her eyes. "Where... where am I?"

"You're in London at a slave auction. You are to be sold. You are going to serve your new master or mistress however they see fit." He says coldly. He opens her soft lips, exposing her tight hole. He prods his index finger inside of her, making Serene squirm with discomfort as he hits her membrane. "Hmmm she's verified. And one of the tightest I've touched. She'll be in pain, but her owner will be pleased. She'll fetch a good price." He says coldly to the head slave.

Serene drops her head again knowing she may never see her family again. "My... my sisters?" she ask with tears. "Did... did you buy them as well... or are they... " Her throat chokes at the thought. Fresh tears slide down her slim young Asian face over her smooth pale lips and down her dainty chin.

He sighs. "You're sisters were sold last week. And you'd be wise to forget them." He says coldly as he starts to walk away.

As the doctor goes, Serene starts after him but the head slave suddenly grabs her roughly and pulls her back into the room, into submission. The three slaves oil her down before putting on her "clothes." Thin mesh chain cover her ripe peaks. A leather, chastity type of underwear is put on Serene's bald pussy. Finally, they put on lace up boots. The head slave walks her down a dark hallway. She sees herself in the mirrors lining the wall. Serene looks into a mirror, seeing her soft smooth body hidden under the thin mesh, her perky nipples hard from the cold air, her eyes side down her slim figure examining the leather wrapped around her tight little bottom. She can barely recognize herself.

"Where... where am I going?" Serene asks, afraid of what the answer might be. She slides her hands down her soft skin feeling the cold goose bumps as her feet secretly enjoy the leather wrapped around them.

"The auction room." The head slave pulls her harshly away from her refection. "You would be wise to show off your... charms while you're in there. And if you give us any trouble, we'll send you to a pleasure house. Understand?"

Serene nods and follows him in silence as they step out into the dim, bustling underground market. Her bare breasts almost seem to glisten under the chain mesh in the lamplight and suddenly she realizes how exposed she is and becomes flushed. The head slave guides her up onto a wooden stage next to several other exotic young women from Asia who have also been brought before here to be bought. Serene looks around, taking in the room as she wonders about her fate.

The stage is a round one, surrounded by high members of English society. One hundred and fifty men and women with money and power, dressed extravagantly. Mingling around the room are numerous slaves, collared, silent and teased by the guests. Katarina was in the middle of the room, talking to a few dommes as the new meat enters. Her breasts were pushed high in her extravagant royal blue dress, but she still covered herself, as did all the dommes. As the fresh meat enters, Mistress Madeline leans her head closer to hers. "Look at that one." And points to Serene. "She looks like your type, Katarina." "She does doesn't she?" Katarina smiles, brushes Madeline aside and walks closer to the stage.

Serene lowers my head as Katarina approaches. Serene's long black hair smelling of roses dangles past her eyes and ends just above her perky breasts. Katarina smirks as she takes in Serene. As she gets closer, Serene give a quick scared glance up at Katarina as her eyes wide and open. Serene's full red lips glossy from the attention of the men before. She slides her hands down her thighs squeezing them as she looks at Katarina for a split second and then back to the ground, remembering her place. This was not like the prostitutes she saw growing up as a child. No, Serene knew that this was a different kind of auction, an extremely different kind.

Katarina shakes her head as she walks away from Serene, chuckling to herself. The auction starts. Katarina had to wait patiently for 2 hours before Serene was brought forward. The head slaves of different households push her to the center of the round stage. The auctioneer states that due to Serene's beauty and virginity, the bidding will start at 8,700 pounds. Paddles start to be raised, including one by Mistress Madeline. Katarina is diligent in her pursuit. She must have Serene. The bidding gets up to 13,000 pounds. Katarina finally raises her paddle "23,000 pounds." The most a slave has been bought for, ever. The auctioneer is shocked. "23,000 going once, twice. Sold to Mistress Katarina for 23,000. I hope she's as good as she looks." The three male slaves from before grab Serene from the stage. They take her back through the hallway. Blindfold her, bind her hands and throw her into a carriage.

The carriage starts to move. Serene is driven around for over an hour until the carriage finally stops. Blindfolded and bound, Serene is thrown out of the carriage and taken into a building. Having no idea where she is, Serene is lead down halls, around corners, up and down stairs, until she hears a door unlock. As soon as she's lead into the room, Serene is forced to her knees, legs spread. "Stay" a rough male voice tells her. The door clicks behind him.

Minutes pass, but they seem like hours. The silence is deafening. All Serene can hear is her own breath. Here hands are tied behind her back, her tits exposed and pushed out.

The door clicks open. Serene hears the rustling of a skirt. The door clicks shut. She hears a key lock the door. "Hello Slave." 

Katarina walks slowly towards her new slave. She undoes Serene's blindfold, staring into her eyes. Katarina puts two fingers into her mouth and opens it. "Hel-hello." Serene says, timidly, staring into the eyes of such a fierce, beautiful woman. 

"Only speak when spoken to, Slave." She inserts fingers deeper down Serene's throat, causing her to gag. "Mmmmm good little girl."

As Katarina slides her fingers deeper down her throat again, Serene, not knowing what to do, closes her mouth around Katarina's fingers, holding them there as her wet tongue slides down her Mistress' fingers.

"Yes. Look into my eyes Pet." Katarina slightly open her mouth with a sigh. She takes her fingers out of Serene's mouth. "What is your name?"

"Serene."

"Serene... That's lovely." Katarina softly touches Serene's face. "But you will no longer be known as that. That was the old you, the old way. That is no longer who you are. You are mine now. I'm Mistress Katarina."

Serene looks hesitantly into her new Mistress' eyes. "Hello."

Katarina smiles but smacks her new pet's ass hard. "Hello what?"

Serene gulps. "Hello Mistress Katarina."

Katarina nods. "Mistress is just fine." She crosses to the other side of the room and opens the door. "James, would you come in here?" She backs away from the door as a 6'3 Persian man walks in. His jet black hair hangs down to his broad shoulders. Serene stares at his body, sculpted like a god. He is wearing nothing but a collar and his 9 inch manhood is very erect. 

Serene gasps as a thought crosses her mind, "This is the head slave from earlier." She blushes as she looks at his erect cock, the first she's ever seen. "It's so large." She thinks. "as big around as my wrist." She looks away as she tries to turn as to herself and her face reddens.

Katarina laughs. "Oh my sweet little virgin. Don't worry, you'll get used to being naked in front of people. I promise." She turns to James. "Undress me, Pet." James silently starts to undress Katarina. As layer after layer comes off, Serene become more uncomfortable. "James, know that it is a privilege to undress me and you should be thankful I did not do it myself." James nods "Yes Mistress. I am truly grateful." 

As he finishes taking off Katarina's final outer layers, she turns to Serene. Katarina stood in front of her in only her corset, bloomers and laced up boots. Katarina's breasts were large, but not so much that seemed unnatural. Her creamy skin seemed whiter in comparison with the black corset she wore. Her breasts were pushed high and her pale pink nipples barely in place within the corset. "Have you ever seen another woman before Pet?"

Serene remains silent. Katarina swiftly crosses to her and takes her chin in her hand. "You may answer me Pet." Serene sheds one tear. "Only my sisters, Mistress. Back in China." 

"You miss them don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

Katarina kneels down in front of Serene. "Forget about them Pet. It will be much easier." She kisses Serene lightly on the lips. Serene pulls back a little. "It's ok Pet. You're mine now. This isn't unnatural." Katarina kisses her once more on the lips. "Tonight, I'll start your training. James."

James quickly strides over to Serene grabs her. He holds her in a locked position, legs spread, hands still tied behind her back and chest pressed out. She cries out in surprise as she feels James' hard cock pushing against her back, but Katarina puts a finger to her Pet's lips. "Shhh. It's all right." Katarina kisses her Pet again. "I'm just going to see how sensitive you are." Katarina lightly touches Serene's right nipple as it immediately comes to attention. "Well well well." Katarina smiles as she circles the nipple with her index finger. "Very sensitive, don't you think James?"

"Yes Mistress. You always pick out the best." He says as Serene can feel his cock twitch behind her. 

Katarina smiles as she toys with Serene's left nipple and kisses her neck. "How does that feel, my Pet?"

Serene flushed by the surprising pleasure it brings her. "I'm not sure I know what you mean, Mistress."

"Well, there's one way to check." Katarina slides a hand down to Serene's virginal cunt. She uses her fingers to part her Pet's lips and stroke her wet slit with her middle finger. "Oh my. Yes you are liking this."

Serene squirms as her Mistress touches her for the first time. "Mistress... Mistress, please. Please stop."

Katarina suddenly smacks Serene's clit. Serene's knees buckle as she cries out in pain while James holds her tighter, not allowing her to move. With Serene's clit tight between two of her fingers, Katarina whispers "You are NEVER to say no to me. I can be a very loving and kind Mistress or a cruel one. Do you understand? "

One tear slides down Serene's face. "Yes Mistress. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"That's better." Katarina kisses her tear stained cheek. She lightly circles her Pet's clit. "I will be forgiving your first night." 

Serene moans softly as Katarina circles her clit, feeling a heat burn between her legs, filling her up to her core. The heat increases as Katarina circles faster and harder around Serene's clit. Serene's moaning becomes louder as she vocalizes her pleasure. Suddenly, a wave of pleasure overcomes her as she cums for the first time. Katarina slips her hand away from Pet's dripping cunt. "Good Pet. How did that feel?"

"Like heaven was breaking over me, Mistress."

"Would you like to thank your Mistress?"

"Thank you Mistress."

Katarina laughs "Thank me with a kiss." James lets go of Serene a little bit, just enough so that she can willingly kiss Katarina for the first time. Katarina parts Serene's lips with her tongue, allowing her to enter Serene's mouth. "James please lead my new Pet to the bed."

James takes Serene to the bed and lays her down. "Spread her legs for me." He does so, his cock twitching. 

"Soon, James. Soon." Katarina smiles. 

"Soon what Mistress?" Serene asks naively.

"You'll find out. Now let me see this virginal pussy." She opens Serene's legs wider. She licks her lips as she uses her fingers to open Serene's pussy lips. She stares into the tight hole, getting wet thinking about how she will soon use it to her liking. She circles Serene's tender clit once more. Serene cries out and Katarina removes it. "Still very sensitive I see." She licks her tight hole then slowly enters a finger. Serene squirms from discomfort as the finger enters her. Katarina hits the membrane of Serene's hymen. "Very tight. Get her up and place her in the Chair."

The Chair was a device that Katarina had specifically designed for her by a doctor friend of hers. It had a vibrating knob at the end of it, to give her female Pets pleasure while she was pleasured by other slaves.

James straps Serene in the chair. Her clit was placed right over the knob. James is about to turn on the dial when Katarina says "No not yet James." James nods as he comes back to his Mistress. "You may pleasure yourself, but do not cum without asking. Do you understand Pet?" Serene nods.

Katarina faces her body toward Serene in the chair. "Would you like to see what you have in store for you Pet?" Serene nods as her wet cunt presses against the knob. Katarina motions for James to come to her. He does silently and positions himself between her legs. She nods as he takes off her bloomers. He waits again before another nod where he kisses up her creamy thighs, to her pussy. He looks up at her once more as he gives her a lick. He gently and tenderly licks and suckles Katarina's little rosy nub. Her breathing becomes faster and heavier as his tongue makes her pussy drip with juice. He leans back from her beautiful pussy and positions his cock towards her tight hole. Flushed Katarina nods for the last time as he suddenly enters her. She screams with pleasure as his cock hits the back of her wall, hitting her G-spot over and over. Serene starts to grind against the knob. She doesn't understand what has come over her, but that she must feel that heavenly feeling again.

James grunts and moans on top of Katarina, their bodies pulsating with pleasure as he fills her. His cock twitches as he starts to climax. Serene rubs harder, pleasuring herself as she starts to climax herself and as Katarina is about to cum, Serene let's out a loud cry as her body tremors with an orgasm. Katarina quickly pushes James off of her as she strides over to Serene. She smacks her face hard. "WHAT DID I SAY?!"

Serene looks fearfully into her Mistress' eyes. "I.. I..."

"You were NOT to cum unless given permission." Fire was behind Katarina's eyes. "James, take her to the bed."

James forcefully un-straps Serene and yanks her toward the bed. "You know what to do." Says Katarina as she slowly approaches the end of the bed. James positions himself between her legs. James quickly puts the head of his cock into her tight hole, just before the membrane. "I'm sorry it had to be this way. I wanted to deflower you tenderly, but I guess I'm going to have to do it the hard way." Katarina nods to James. He quickly pushes himself into Serene's virginal hole as he breaks the barrier. Serene screams as her womanhood is taken. She starts to cry, sobbing. "Please. Please Mistress. Make it stop. I'm sorry!" She screams as James pounds his hard cock into her, stretching her hole wide, her virgin blood covering his cock. Katarina looks into her eyes, "You will find pleasure soon, Whore." Serene cries out again as James hits her G-spot, but this time with some pleasure. "There. James fuck this bitch harder than you've ever fucked anyone." "Yes Mistress." James increases his speed and intensity as he pounds Serene's pussy. Blood mixes with Serene's wetness. She starts to cry out again as James moans. "Mistress. Mistress. Please. Please may I cum?"

Katarina doesn't answer her right away, so Serene asks over and over until she can no longer take it and screams "PLEASE MISTRESS PLEASE!"

Katarina looks to James and nods. "Yes you may."

James and Serene cum at the same time. He fills her up with his cum as her body contorts with pleasure. He immediately exits her and stands at the end of the bed. Serene sits up as Katarina crosses to her. She places a hand on Serene's sore hole and puts three fingers in it. Serene winces as she's penetrated again, but eases into her Mistress' fingers. 

"Did you enjoy that Pet?" She asks as she pumps her fingers in and out of her Pet's pussy. 

"Not a first, Mistress." 

"Was it extremely painful?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Do you ever want to be in that amount of pain again?"

"No Mistress."

"Good. Then don't' disobey me again, or I will do the same thing to your little asshole." Katarina reaches around and circle the tight muscle as Serene gasps.

"Now watch your Mistress being pleasured. James." She lies back on the bed as he once again positions himself between her legs. "Kneel. Do not touch yourself Pet." 

Serene kneels as she did when she first got into the room. She watches her Mistress get pounded by James who moans and gasps more than he did with Serene. Katarina pushes him over and straddles him. She begins to ride him, grinding her body against his massive cock. She presses herself against his torso, her nipples hitting his chest. He looks to her breasts as she nods and he begins to pinch and tease her nipples and breasts as she bucks on top of him. He pulls her in closer as he begins to climax with her. He rolls on top of her, pounding her hard as they both start to cum. His cock throbbing and twitching inside of her as he fills her with his cum. He waits a moment before looking to her for permission. She tilts her lips towards him as she give him an intimate kiss. He kisses her neck as Katarina looks to her Pet. "That's enough James. Come here Pet."

Serene crosses back to the end of the bed. Katarina spreads her legs. "Kiss me."

"What Mistress?"

"Kiss my cunt, Pet. That's how you truly say thank you and please your Mistress."

Serene looks to James and he nods, letting her know it's ok. Serene positions herself between her Mistress' legs and looks at her cum filled pussy. She lightly kisses her clit. "Again." Katarina commands. Serene kisses her clit again. "Now lick." Serene stares at her Mistress, but does as she says. She lightly licks her clit with little laps. "More." She licks more, with some confidence as her Mistress moans. She gains some speed as she licks harder and harder. Katarina's breath becomes louder as she moans with pleasure. Suddenly, Katarina has an orgasm, smaller than the one James gave her, but an orgasm none the less. 


Serene, And Her Sister's Secret



As the curtains opened, and the sunshine streamed in through the windows, Sir Richard Deveres started to stir, wakening slowly from his deep sleep. He lay quietly, smiling softly, thinking to himself

“Of course, it is Sunday, Serene is here for her weekly treatment.”

Serene was Reggie’s (as his friends knew him) submissive, who lived at the great hall with him. She was not normally permitted to enter the Master bedroom, but the Sunday morning thing had now become a ritual with her, a ritual that Reggie enjoyed immensely though.

She slept in her room, especially designed for Reggie’s needs and requirements. With a king size bed, restraints as standard fittings, black silk sheets and pillows, and a mirrored ceiling. All this offset with dark red and gold regency striped wallpaper, and various BDSM attachments on the walls, and of course, the bar, suspended from the ceiling, Reggie’s favourite toy.

He lay there, waiting for the touch he knew was coming, and, sure enough, the cool sheet slowly slid off him, and the cool morning air caressed his naked body. He felt her soft hands parting his thighs, the urging of her soft fingertips, and the bed moving as she climbed on. Her finger lifting his cock, and she caressed it, rubbing the lose skin slowly up and down, making Him hard, as she liked to say. His hands clenched, gripping the silk sheet he lay upon, his body tensing, in preparation for the coming eruption. He opened his eyes, looking at her; she was staring at his cock, desperate to engulf it.

He whispered to her.

“Permission is granted.”

She looked to him, smiled, then started to lick at the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it, as it progressively grew, and became rigid.

Glancing at Him, His hard swollen cock, now trapped in her hand, she asked.

“Sir?”

He nodded, and slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed, as she slipped from it, and squatted, naked, before him. He reached down to her, taking hold of both of her nipples, pinching and tugging them. He twisted them hard, as she cried out, making them swell even more, and they were almost purple when he freed them. He nodded again, and placing his hands on the bed, leaned back slightly.

Serene moved a little closer, and grasped his manhood, her mouth open as she lowered her head to him. Her tongue flicked out, and she licked the length of him, right down to the base, and back up again, around the head, paying particular attention to his most sensitive spots, as he started to moan softly. His hips started moving, as she then opened her mouth, swallowing his shaft deep into her mouth, feeling the hot pulsing head at the back of her throat. She sucked him, hard, her tongue licking and playing on his meat, and started to hum, knowing how it drove him wild. Her free hand, caressing His balls, gently squeezing, and stretching her finger out, she caressed the tight button of His ass. Reggie tried looking out of the window, at the beautiful trees and lawns, anything to prolong the pleasure, but deep inside he knew, it was pointless; he just had to give in. Reggie’s body started jerking, his legs shook, and Serene knew He was getting close, and released his throbbing cock from her mouth, instead, taking one of his balls between her lips, and sucking it into her mouth, he moaned loudly, as she gently sucked on him, hearing Him growl roughly,

“Now slut.” 

He was going to cum for her; she pulled her mouth free, and started to pump his cock hard, her hand moving faster and faster. She watched, as his eyes closed, and then thrust her tits forward, this was what she wanted, his cum, all over her tits, to rub it in, smooth the skin around her hard nipples.

She could not contain herself, crying out, 

“Cum Sir, Please cum for you bitch, feed her, please Sir, please.”

Sir Richard growled in ecstasy, as long streams of hot sticky cum shot form his dick, coating her tits, her neck, some on her face also. She was smiling broadly, one hand milking his cock, forcing every drop out, as the other rubbed his cum into her body. H started to slacken, and Serene again leant forward, taking him into her mouth, licking and sucking him clean. Reggie fell back upon the bed, in total ecstasy, as his bitch, his submissive, pleasured him as only she could. He stared at the ceiling, looking at the carved cornice of cherubs around the room, and then raising his head, looked at the cherub sucking his dick. Smiling softly, tapped her on the head, whispering,

“Enough Serene, we have a big day ahead of us.”

She released his soft cock, smiling gently, for she knew it was time to shower now, and she would be able to CUM in private, without His permission, as she sucked his cock again in her mind, with her fingers pounding her pussy.

“Yes Sir “ she replied, “Shall I leave you now.”

“Meet me at the front door in one hour, wearing your uniform, we are taking the Rolls for a spin today.”

Serene retired to her room, looking around, as she always did when she entered, this was their place, their heaven, God how she loved her Master. She turned on the shower, and stepped inside, the warm jets of water, stinging her already excited body. Increasing the feeling that was running through her, as her hand slowly slid over her stomach, and between her legs. Searching for her wet cunt, 

“God Sunday mornings always leave me like this,” she thought to herself, as she rubbed her throbbing clit. Feeling her passion building, she slid her finger inside, working it in and out, faster and faster, falling to her knees, her hand against the shower wall, she came.

Screaming out his name, over and over,

“Reggie, God Reggie, fuck me you bastard fuck me now”

Her juices flooding from her, mixing with the water that constantly bombarded her body. 

Slowly she relaxed, kneeling there, the warmth surrounding her, body and soul.

Drying herself off, she laid out her uniform, knowing that soon she would be with him, her mind already excited at the prospect. 

“A drive in the country, in her all time 

Favourite car, to be followed by who knows what?” She thought, grinning to herself. 

She stood by her bed, looking at the clothing she had laid out ready. The short navy blue skirt, white satin very brief bra, the crisp white man’s shirt with a tie and a keyhole opening, and her long tan seamed nylons. Not forgetting her four-inch heels, which of course sat on the floor of the car while driving. Checking that her hair was up, and tied tightly Serene crossed the room, standing in front of her dressing table, and cupped her breasts, the nipples already erect. She smiled, and reached for her dark red lipstick, and put a perfect circle around each nipple, knowing that He required this, whenever they went out together. She stood silently, admiring her handiwork, as her hand subconsciously went to her clit, stroking softly, as she thought about Him. 

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she said softly, then, suddenly realising she had better get a move on, returned to the bed, sitting to put on the stockings and garter belt.

Checking that the seams were perfectly aligned, before putting on her bra, and adjusting her breasts to their best advantage.

She had to be perfect for him, no excuses were allowed, only perfection.

She slipped into the shirt, and fastened the tie, before finally stepping into her short skirt. She went back to the mirror, lifting her skirt, and looking at her pussy. 

“Perfectly smooth,” she said, as her hand slid across her mound.

Putting on her heels, she walked out of the room, on her way to Lord Sir Reginald’s garage.

Unlocking the door, she saw it as the light streamed in, His pride and joy, a 1926 Rolls Royce open-tourer, one of only three in the country. It was a beautiful shade of grey, and shone as brightly as the day it had been made. She opened the door, and climbed in, taking her place behind the big steering wheel, and started the engine. It purred, almost imperceptible at times.

”It was no wonder they called it the best car in the world” she thought.

She drove the car out of the garage, and neatly parked it outside the doors of the great hall, and then took her place. Standing in front of the car, eyes lowered, awaiting Him.

He must have been watching for her, the doors opening straight away, as she heard him come out, his antique ebony cane, rapping on the tiled floor. With her eyes still lowered, she saw hid highly polished shoes as he stopped in front her.

“Perfect Serene, as always” she heard him say, knowing that this was his way of saying she could look upon his face.

She curtseyed, and said

“Thank you Sir.”

He smiled at her, and then, using his cane, lifted the front of her skirt, looking at her pussy as it was revealed; making sure she was naked there, then he smiled, saying to her,

“ And now we leave my dear.”

She opened his door, and held it while he entered the vehicle, then again took her place behind the wheel.

“Where to My Lord.”

“Just head for the country for now Serene.”

Serene slowly moved away, delighting in the feel of this magnificent vehicle, and head through the village, as she stopped at the traffic lights, she saw her sister walking towards her, and waved enthusiastically. As her sister approached the car, Serene asked Sir Reginald if she might speak to the lady,

“It is my sister Sir, my younger sister Crystal.”

“Of course you may Serene, indeed, she shares for family trait for feminine beauty.”

“Why thank you Sir,” Serene replied, blushing softly.

“You must of course introduce me,” Reggie said. 

He watched as Crystal approached, she was gorgeous, about 5-8, and lightly tanned, she possessed the most beautiful clear blue eyes he had ever seen. She was dressed all in white, a tank top, short skirt, and shoes with a small heel. He wondered if her panties were white also. Serene introduced Crystal to him, and touching his antique cane to his head, he said, 

“I am so delighted to meet you Crystal, Serene has mentioned you to me often.”

“And I you Sir, I have heard so much about you from my sister,” Crystal replied, flashing him a devastating smile.

“Nothing bad I would hope Crystal?”

“Oh no Sir, quite the contrary in fact,” Crystal replied, the twinkle in her eye speaking volumes to Reggie.

“And where would such a beautiful young lady be off to this fine morning?” he enquired.

“To be honest Sir, I was at a loose end, and decided to take a stroll in the sunshine, just to pass the time Sir.”

Reggie’s face lit up, “A loose end eh, well dear Crystal, your sister and I are taking a drive through the countryside, and then returning to my estate, for a picnic, in the Cherry Tree wood. I would be delighted if you would care to join us, as it really is a beautiful day, is it not?”

Crystal smiled, first at Serene, and then at Reggie, “why Sir, that sounds lovely, I will be delighted to join you.” 

Reggie watched as Serene stepped form the car, and opened the door to the rear compartment, for Crystal to climb in. He watched her every movement, realising in seconds, that from the way her ample breasts swayed and wobbled gently, they were completely unfettered by any underwear. This was indeed turning out to be a fine day he thought.

They moved off again, heading out into the country, as Reggie turned to talk to Crystal.

“Tell me dear Crystal, have you ever been in a Rolls Royce before?”

“No Sir,” she replied.

“What do you think of it then my dear?

“It is beautiful Sir, and the leather seats are so comfortable, I would guess that it is very old though.”

“Manufactured in 1926 my dear, and in my family since the day it was made, over 80 years old now. She is my pride and joy Crystal, my pride and joy.”

“I can understand that Sir” Crystal said softly, “and I bet she, as you refer to her, could tell us some tales Sir.”

Reggie laughed loudly, placing his hand on Crystals, knee, “No doubt my dear, absolutely no doubt at all about that.”

Crystal flashed that smile again, and Reggie could feel his face reddening, for he wanted her, he wanted her badly, but there just a lingering doubt in his mind.

He lifted his hand away, and took hold of Crystals hand, kissing the back of it, saying, 

“I salute you my dear, for your appreciation of my old girl”

Crystal squeezed his fingers gently, replying, “The pleasure is all mine Sir, all mine,” and placed her hand in her lap, still holding Reggie’s fingers.

Would you like me to remove the rear windshield Crystal, so that we can feel the wind in our hair?”

Yes please Sir.” Reggie quickly took the windshield down, and placed it on the passenger seat in the front of the car. Retaking his seat next to Crystal, he moved a little closer. The breeze was fairly strong, as they drove along, and it was only a minute or two before he noticed how hard Crystal’s nipples had become. Almost trying to push their way through her tank top. He could not stop looking at them. Crystal coughed quietly, and nudged his elbow, whispering to him, 

“It is the cool breeze Sir, I can’t help it, and I do hope they are not offending you.”

“Offending, Good Lord no Crystal, they are beautiful, as beautiful as you are my dear. But I do understand, would you prefer that I replace the windshield?”

Crystal blushed, lowering her eyes and whispering, “No Sir, it is actually very pleasant, if that is alright with you Sir?”

“All right Crystal, no, it is not alright, and it is bloody marvellous.” 

He said as he reached across, to trace his fingertip around each of her nipples. She gasped, and then smiled at him, a tender knowing look crossing her face.

Serene kept glancing at them in the rear view mirror, chuckling inwardly. Little did he know that she had told Crystal all about Reggie, everything, and that Crystal was absolutely desperate for him to fuck her. 

“Well, “ she thought “this is your chance girl, go get him.”

She watched as He leaned closer, but did not hear him whisper to Crystal.

“Would you mind awfully, if I took a little peek at them?”

Crystal raised her hands, and pulled the two edges of her tank top together, between her breasts, freeing them both.

“Oh my” exclaimed Reggie” Oh my,” as he softly fondled them, letting his thumbs flick her by now rock hard peaks, back and forth, Crystal sighed, a soft moan of pleasure, as he moved a little closer. She could feel his hot breath on her, and her pussy was leaking fluid all over the leather seat. Hw kissed her left nipple, then the right one, and looked at her smiling, deep into her eyes. She smiled weakly back, sensuality overtaking her mind, and he kissed them again, licking each one slowly, then flicking at them, she arched her back to him, offering her tits to his mouth, he covered her nipple sucking hard, as she cried out

“God yes,” and slipped her hand between her thighs, reaching for her by now throbbing clit. Reggie started to squirm a little, his hard on now making him very uncomfortable, Crystal realised immediately what his problem was, and gently pushed his head away. She smiled at him, placing her hand on his trousers, and lightly holding his hard cock,

“Maybe I can help you Sir,” she whispered hoarsely.

He leant back in the seat, as Crystal expertly opened his pants, smiling as his magnificent cock jumped free. Grasping it in both hands, she lowered her head, and gently probed the small slit in the end of it with her tongue, as Reggie moaned in pleasure. Raising her head, she smiled, and lifted both of his heavy balls free from his pants, then started to lick at them, teasing them, before softly sucking on each one. Poor Reggie, his hips were thrusting at her, he was so hot for her, and when she covered the head of his cock with her mouth, and then slid down it. Taking him deep into her throat, he cried out.

“God Crystal, I want to fuck you so bad.”

She lifted her head, and smiled at him, before rising from her seat, and straddling his legs. She lifted her short skirt, and he could see that she was naked underneath, and clean-shaven too!

“Fuck Yes Crystal, ride my cock love, ride it now.” He cried out, as he took hold of his cock, wet from her mouth, and held it ready for her to lower onto.

Serene, seeing what was happening, had driven onto the old airfield, abandoned now, and parked behind a disused hanger.

She turned in her seat to watch, as she started fingering herself.

“Go on Crys,” she said, “fuck him, fuck my Lord good, make him cum baby, and make him fill your cunt.” 

Serene was so wet by now, and looked around the car for something, anything with which she could fuck herself. The rubber torch, clipped to the car, she quickly freed, and held it to her dripping cunt, sliding along her lips, twisting the torch to wet it. Then, watching her sister fucking her Master, she slid it deep inside herself, moaning out load, and started to fuck her cunt furiously.

Crystal never heard a word of it, she was too busy, as she lowered her glistening lips over the head of his cock, and stopped. Using her inner muscles to grip him, before sliding down onto him, taking him all the way in. Reggie was moaning in pleasure, as she lifted again, right to the top, fucking him slowly, in gentle measured strokes. He grabbed at her tits, biting on the left nipple, as his cock buried deep in her again, and she screamed out,

“That’s it, hurt me you fucker, HURT ME!”

She quickened her pace, riding him hard, bouncing on the leather seat as they fucked. 

He thrusting, she riding him.

It didn’t take long, they cried out in unison as both of them came together. Exultation to mutual orgasms, his seed spurted up in to her cunt, and she flooded her wine over him. 

Then, silence, they just sat there, joined in carnal delight, both panting, unable to speak.

Serene too came, crying out, almost screaming as the ripples of orgasm wracked her body, and she too lay back, panting, eyes closed.

Crystal smiled softly at Reggie.

“Did you say something about a picnic Sir, I seem to have developed an appetite suddenly.”

Reggie smiled at her as she settled back into the plush leather seat.

“Oh my, that looked heavenly sis,” said Serene, from the front seat.

“Oh it was, wonderful even” replied Crystal, and it was then that Serene noticed that Reggie was looking at her. Not just looking, he was glaring, and obviously annoyed. 

She lowered her eyes immediately, saying, “Is there something wrong Sir?”

“Wrong, something wrong slut. Well, let’s see. Did I say you could watch?”

“No Sir.”

“Did I say you could put something in my cunt?”

“No Sir.”

And raising his voice, “and did I give you permission to cum you bitch?”

“No Sir, I am sorry Sir, it wont happen again Sir, I promise, Please Sir, please forgive this dirty slut.”

“Forgiveness, you ask to be forgiven? Have you forgotten slut, there is a pre-requisite for any forgiving that I may do, isn’t there?”

“ Yes Sir” Serene whispered.

“And what is it Serene, what comes now?”

“Again she whispered, “this slut must be punished Sir, and be shown the error of her ways Sir.”

“Correct, and the punishment shall be to clean my cock, and taste your sisters cum there. Step out of the car. Reggie joined her outside the car, as Crystal watched them. 

Serene knelt down on the hard concrete, tenderly reached out with her tongue, softly licking at the tip of his cock, tasting his seed, and her sisters cum, it tasted wonderful, and she enveloped him completely. Sucking him, licking the soft skin, lapping up their combined juices. It didn’t take long before she felt him growing in her mouth. She could hear him moaning softly, and looked up, her eyes smiling at him.

“Oh my Serene,” he said “ you are so good my love, very good, but we have a picnic to attend to, we can see to other things later.”

He smiled at her,




Serene



"Good Pet." She says as she strokes Serene's head in approval. "James please take her to her room and then come back her to please me more."

James nods as he leads the confused Serene to her new lodgings. It was a small room at the end of the hall of another corridor, well decorated, with a tiny bed. Before James closed the door for the night, Serene turned to him. "Is Mistress angry with me?" 

"Not at all. If she were, you'd be made an example of to the other slaves."

"Other slaves?"

"Yes. I suggest you get some sleep." He quietly closes the door. Serene lays on the bed, naked. She gets under the covers as she thinks about her new Mistress. She begins to stroke her still wet and aching clit as she quietly falls asleep.



Serenity



"Mmm yeah, baby, you like that don'tcha?"

"Oh yes, harder, please!" I wasn't at all surprised to hear the lust and desire thick in my voice. I'd put it there, after all. I'd been trained too well and had too much practice to let my disgust leak out into my voice.

John Stone – the seventh John Stone this week – was actually Lord Doland Carston. The Gaelin kingdom had its share of gross men, but Lord Carston was a prize pig. He was fat, hairy, sweaty, and obnoxious. His hot, short breaths smelled like moth balls that had been soaked in diarrhea for a week. His grunts were shallow as he thrust his tiny prick into me, and there was a frog in his throat that he apparently hadn't noticed. I could hear it with every grunt, groan, and moan, and it made me want to clear my own throat or scrape his out with a rusty spoon. It was driving me nuts. My abs had been flexed the entire time he mounted me, just to keep his fat, heavy gut from crushing me. The stained velvet jerkin he wore hung open, trying to hug me, to pull me into that mass of jiggling, swaying fat. I suddenly had to keep myself from laughing out loud; I realized that his tits were bigger than mine.

But despite all this crazy shit pissing me off, I kept writhing and moaning beneath him like I really was enjoying it. And he bought it. They always bought it. That's why I was Madre's most profitable whore.

Lord Car-- I mean Mr. Stone's breaths grew shorter as his weak little thrusts grew faster. I urged him on. "Come on, mmm yes, cum inside me! Fuck me like the whore I am!" I moaned beneath him, nearly suffocating under all that... gross. The plead to cum inside me always set them off. I don't know what it was about being able to fill a whore's womb with their seed that men enjoyed so much, but whatever got them off faster, I was all for it.

I could feel him tightening his body above me, and I exploded into a fake orgasm just before he spewed into me. I bucked underneath him, clenching around him as he released, until he finally fell exhausted beside me. Thank the Gods he didn't collapse on top of me. I think I might have vomited if he did.

He tried to wrap me in his big, flabby arms, but I slipped off the bed with smooth alacrity. I could feel his slimy eyes caressing my ass, so I slipped on a pair of panties and wrapped a thick robe around my slender body. I looked back at him and fought to hide a shudder. I smiled instead.

"You better get back to your Lady wife, don't you think?" My voice, when not shouting in false ecstasy, was smooth and slow, a little raspy. His body was coated in a sheet of sweat, making him look like a beached whale.

A look of shock at my knowing he was married made his face even uglier, but then realized he was still wearing his wedding ring. "Fuck my wife," he spat as he sat up, his stomach bulging all the more.

I could wear a fake smile like a comfortable glove, but I was quickly growing tired of this slob. "Maybe you should start taking your own advice before she comes looking to remove unfaithful portions of your anatomy." I sat down at the small table across the room from the bed and started going through my appointment book. I looked back over my shoulder, all warmth and welcome now gone from my gaze. "Maybe you should start now."

He must have heard the dismissal in my voice, because he rose from the bed. His fat jiggled as he stood, and I had to turn away. He was grumbling something under his breath as he dressed, but I didn't want to hear it. As far as I was concerned, this John Stone was already out the door. A few seconds later, I heard the muted clink of gold coins as they landed on the bed. "Flaming bloody whore," he cursed as he left. He undoubtedly would have liked to punctuate his anger with a backhand across my pretty, slutty face, but Madre would hear about it. And then Lord Carston would be in a lot of trouble. When the door slammed shut, I slumped down in the chair, sighing heavily.

Why the hell do I put myself through this? I know enough dirty little secrets to turn this joke of a kingdom on its head in a matter of days, and my bank account is more than big enough to buy myself a safe exile for the rest of my days. So why do I keep putting myself through this? Just as the questions formed in my mind, a sharp knock on my door drove it out. 

Who the hells could that be? My next appointment wasn't for another hour. Without thought, my hand reached under the desk and slipped the small stiletto from its hidden sheath. With my palm facing behind me, I hid the sharp blade against my wrist as I stood. It was probably just Madre checking to see whether any of her daughters needed anything. But you could never be too careful. The glint of gold on the bed caught my eye. I reached over, snagged the coins, and stuffed them into the enchanted pocket inside my panties before straightening again.

"Who's there?"

"I have need of your services," came the reply from the hall. It was a man's deep, cultured voice. I was perplexed by this; Madre never let anyone past the front desk without an appointment. And even if by some unheard of change of Madre's policy he was able to make an immediate appointment, I had not been told.

"Sorry, I don't do walk-ins." I was a bit surprised at the rigidity of my spine as I stood staring at the plain door. There was only one thing you came to a Red Moon house for, and it wasn't tea and crumpets. But something in the inflection of his voice said he wasn't after sex. I can't say how I knew, though. All I knew was that something was not right.

"May I come in please? I have important matters to discuss with you." 

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am just a man who walks beneath the lonesome light of the moon."

My skin felt like it was trying to crawl away. That was Madre's password. Not so much the words, but the very precise inflection of those words. She only taught this exact cadence to the few people she trusted with her life. I was one of those people. And apparently this man was another. I found myself reaching out to the doorknob and turning it slowly. When the door swung inward, the breath was torn from my lungs as the most amazing set of eyes fell on mine, eyes of the bluest summer sky. I wanted to float in his gaze, to feel it on me, to wrap it around me like a warm comforter. But the sound of his rich voice brought me out of the trance. I felt embarassed and ashamed for having been so beguiled by a stranger. I had to search my mind quickly for what he'd said.

"Yes, come in." I hoped the pause wasn't too long. As I stepped aside to let him in, I just had time to notice how handsome he was before his scent filled my nose. It wasn't a smell that I could put a name to, except maybe strong, confident, soft. It was intoxicating.

"Thank you. You have a nice place." He stood a few feet inside the door, looking around at my sparse apartments with a soft smile. It made him even more handsome. 

My apartment was just one large room with an oversized bed, two chairs, small desk, and a wardrobe to furnish it, all crafted of expensive black oak. The polished hardwood floor was covered with a huge Katsuin rug that cost more than a small farmstead. The molding around the one window was carved into vines, leaves and flowers; attractive enough to leave it without treatments. The walls were painted a warm rose. Not what you might expect in a whore's room.

"You flatter me," I said as I stepped around him. I tried to ignore his scent this time. "Come, sit down." I gestured to one of the two comfortable chairs facing each other on the far wall, flanking the window. He nodded his thanks and followed me across the room. Everything about this man was throwing me off. He was very courteous and polite, not doing anything without being invited. Such etiquette was very rare in a whorehouse patron. He waited for me to sit down before lowering himself nimbly into his chair. I met his eyes again, but the previous intensity was gone. I sighed in relief.

He was wearing black, wide-legged pants and a matching jacket that reached nearly to his knees. The mandarin collar was high and square. The front was fastened with plain black frog closures. He was a very handsome man, regardless of his expensive wardrobe. His face was lean and angular, almost elvish, though his ears weren't pointed. His short hair was a dark charcoal color, stylishly messy. I wanted to run my fingers through it. 

This was a man who clearly didn't have to go searching for a woman to share his bed; so what was he doing in a whorehouse? His eyes held mine for a silent moment, and I suddenly felt extremely underdressed in my bathrobe.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jaden." He leaned forward and offered his hand. His handshake was perfectly polite. I could feel a hint of the strength in his body, like a brisk wind before a vicious storm.

"A pleasure, Jaden. I'm Serenity. What brings you here?"

"Well, as I mentioned, I have need of your services." He leaned back in the chair, legs crossed casually, hands draped over the ends of the armrests. He looked as though he belonged in that chair. His eyes were serious, but still comfortable to look at. They weren't pawing at my body as most men did. He knew I was a whore - the best and most expensive in town - but he apparently didn't care. The respect he'd shown me almost made me ashamed of my profession. Almost. I nodded and he went on. 

"I am from a small kingdom called Aeryx near the-- You've heard of it?" He was looking at me questioningly, one sculpted eyebrow arched. I realized that I'd been smiling, but not because I recognized the name of his home. I had been watching his lips move. The way they formed that name invoked images of a sun-bathed meadow with a soaring castle sparkling in the distance. I lay beneath a hot, cloudless sky, long green grass tickling my naked body, looking up at those blue eyes above me. I could almost feel the pressure of his manhood against my thigh as Jaden's moist, bow-shaped lips parted slightly and drew closer....

The image vanished and I found myself lost in his eyes again. I fought to clear my mind and smiled politely. "No, I'm sorry. Please continue." His smile looked polite at first, but was there a hint of a smirk? He settled back in the chair. 

Just as his sensuous mouth opened to form the next word, a huge thud shuddered my door. Jaden was on his feet in an instant, mumbling something that sounded like "Shit, already?" As I rose, he stepped in front of me. There were now two black sticks in his hands, each less than a yard long, and I had exactly a heartbeat to wonder where they came from before the door of my apartment exploded.

"Out the window," he hissed over his shoulder. "Now!" I risked a glance around him and was seized by terror.

In the doorway stood a creature roughly the shape of a man. It must have been eight feet tall; it had to crouch through the doorway. Gangrenous flesh seemed to bubble and boil all over its thick, muscular body. The fingers of its huge hands ended in sharp claws. The head was little more than a huge, gaping maw filled with jagged yellow teeth that looked like wickedly curved daggers. The eyes of the monster were red and haunting, but intelligent.

"Go!" Jaden commanded again before stepping up to the beast. The sickening gurgle of the creatures throat coupled with the urgency in Jaden's voice left me with little choice. My panic-induced paralysis broke and I threw myself at the window. Luckily the rusted latch gave before the glass. The casements flew open and I tumbled out just as I heard a dull thudding crack that I hoped was Jaden's sticks connecting with that atrocity.

My apartment was on the second floor, but the building was set into a hill. As it happened, the ground came up almost to my window and sloped gently down toward the left as you looked - or in my case, jumped - out. Had I not known this, I never would have flung myself out of the window so carelessly.

I hit the sloping ground a little akwardly on my shoulder and scrambled quickly down the hill. Before I even had a chance to run, I felt a strong hand clamp down on my upper arm. A scream burst unbidden from my lips, but was silenced by another warm, calm hand. I looked behind me with wide eyes and saw Jaden's cold blue gaze scanning the area. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.

"This way, quietly." He pulled me along behind the Red Moon house toward the busiest part of the city. I felt a cold breeze caress my breasts and stomach and realized that my robe had blown open as we ran. I tried to close it as best I could, but my nipples had already turned into hard pebbles. My long blond hair was billowing out behind me as I cursed the gods for letting me be evicted from my apartments with such poor clothing. I held the robe closed while we fled. I'd left my apartments barefooted as well, and after a short sprint down a cobblestone alley, I had to pull Jaden to a stop.

"Why are you stopping? We must get away from here," he said harshly, turning on me with agility a cat would envy.

"I'm not going anywhere without shoes," I snapped back at him. I leaned against a grimy brick wall, rubbing a sore foot, panting heavily. Without so much as a word, he swept me up into his arms and continued down the alley. I was immediately aware of the gentle power of his arms. I could feel his muscles tight and hard beneath my back and legs, carrying me with no apparent effort. At the same time, he cradled me like a newborn baby, wrapping me in comfort and security. I felt safe in his arms and the horrific image of that... thing began to fade from my mind.

From where I was, I couldn't help staring at this strange man's face. He was beautiful, exotic. I'd never heard of - what was it called? Aeryx? Well whatever, I'd never heard of it. Were all the men in his kingdom this handsome? Or was he the exception? His eyes had taken on that fierce intensity again, but since they weren't focused on me, I didn't feel so exposed. They were scanning the city around us, but he didn't show any fear or anxiety. He seemed annoyed. I placed a hand on his chest, partly to balance myself a little better, and partly to just touch him. His heartbeat was strong but slow.

I was brought out of this study of my abductor when he set me gently on my feet. We were in the Merchant's Square in front of a small shop. Shoes of all kinds lay about. Jaden walked away quickly and spoke with the slender, wrinkled shopkeeper. They both nodded, he pressed a coin into her hand, and she handed him a pair of brown, hard-soled leather shoes.

"Here, put these on," he said when he returned to me.

"Why? Where are you taking me?" Despite his good looks and gentle courtesy, I was becoming a little annoyed. I had appointments this evening, afterall, and one of them was with a man I actually enjoyed.

"We have to leave the city," he answered before turning away.

"Wait just a minute," I said, grabbing his upper arm. Gods, he was strong. "What makes you think you can just whisk me away? I have appointments to keep and people who will wonder why I'm gone. I can't just leave with some strange man."

He listened to my little tirade stoically. I was surprised and a little impressed. Any other man would have backhanded such a mouthy little whore. He just stood calmly, those blue eyes of his locked on me. When he was sure I was finished, his voice was smooth and patient. "That thing that was after you? It's called a machyr. If it got to your door, that means anyone that may have stood in its way is dead."

"Madre!" I gasped in a sudden cry. I automatically turned to run back, but that strong hand held me where I was. "Let go of me!" Anger and sorrow flooded through me, giving me a burst of strength. He held me easily, even through my frenzied grief. 

"It's too late," he said softly. Tears burst from my eyes and he pulled me into the warmth of his chest. Those strong, gentle arms enveloped me and I couldn't stop the overflow of grief. "I'm sorry," he whispered into my hair as I cried and I knew he was sincere. 

Madre had been the only person that had cared about me. Sure, she sold my body to the highest paying men and women in Gaelin, but she treated me like her own daughter. She treated all of us with respect. She was the closest thing to a family I had. The closest thing to a family any of us had. And now she was gone. I'm not normally one to let tears show my weakness, but I let them flow for Madre.

"Why don't you sit down," he said softly and led me to a nearby bench. He offered me a kerchief but I declined. "I'm going to find you some more appropriate clothes. I'll be back shortly."

I sat there sobbing in the middle of the market as people milled about, not caring who saw me. Madre was the only thing on my mind. Suddenly the answer to my questions occurred to me. I whored out my body because I loved Madre. I did it for her. She'd given me so much when I was just a teenaged brat, and never asked for anything in return. It had been my decision to open my legs for gold because it was the only thing I was good at. But no matter how much money I made, I never felt like I'd repaid my debt to her.

Fresh sobs wracked my body. I cried into my hands for what seemed an hour before Jaden came back. He touched my shoulder lightly and spoke my name in barely more than a whisper. When I looked up, I'm sure my eyes were red and swollen. He had a bundle in one arm.

"I got you these," he said, handing me the clothes. He didn't mention my crying or my grief, and I was thankful. "I didn't know your exact measurements, obviously, so I had to guess. I erred on the side of snug." He was smiling at me. There didn't seem to be any mischief in his eyes, but it was hard to tell through my own tears. Not that I was complaining about having to wear tight leather, mind you.

"Thank you," I managed in a level voice. "How much do I owe you?"

"Don't worry about it," he replied with a broad smile. "Get your shoes on so we can go. You can change when we're outside the gates."

I thought about pulling my robe off and changing right in the middle of the market. But when I looked a little more at his gorgeous face, I decided I'd wait afterall. He'd probably already seen most of my naked body when my robe blew open during our chase, but that didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't like another show.

"Let me at least put the shoes on," I said with a smile. I bent forward on the bench to slip the shoes on. Without my hands to hold it closed, my robe fell open. My breasts hung freely, perfectly visible from his vantage point. The weather was warm and pleasant, with barely a cloud in the sky. So it wasn't because I was cold that my nipples were tightened into pebbles. With an inward chuckle, I finished lacing the soft shoes and rose, pulling the robe closed again. "Shall we?" With a grin, he led me off toward the front gates.

Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I was still worried about the creature that had broken into my room. But it felt far away and inconsequential while I was near this man. Jaden seemed to radiate confidence and security the way a campfire gives off comfortable heat. Even the grief over Madre's death felt unimportant. I know I should have been grieving for her, there should have been tears in my eyes. But I just couldn't feel sad walking alongside this graceful man as he led me through the gates.

Gaelin City was built at the foot of the very steep and very secure Firesteel Mountains. They protected the city on the west and south. To the north and east stood the mysterious Blackwood. I won't say much about it now, except that it can be a very dangerous place to travel in small numbers. I should have felt worried about this, but I didn't. I couldn't as long as Jaden was with me.

The forest was cut back a mile from the city walls to eliminate any cover it might provide to an attacking force. The North Road traveled due east from the main gates of Gaelin City, and for that first uncovered mile, one couldn't help but feel terribly exposed and vulnerable. But after a short time, we made it into dense cover of trees. Immediately, Jaden led me off the path. I should have been afraid and wary at leaving the path, but I couldn't. Jaden would make sure everything was alright. 



Serenity



Brian couldn't believe he was doing this. Why was he meeting her? Why did she make his loins stir? He couldn't help the tingle deep in his cock, no matter how hard he wished could. Kristina was his enigma. 

The Starbucks was quiet as he stared at the cup of coffee cooling in his mug. It was a small shop with plates of glass for the front wall, showing the dreary clouds overhead. It wasn't cold enough to snow but the rain would freeze overnight if it came. It was days like today that made Brian wonder if it was better too look out of a hole in the earth you knew you could crawl out of, or stand on a mountain you weren't sure you could climb down. 

He felt in control, though he knew control was a simple illusion created in his mind. The only real thing he could control was his actions and at times his attitude. Not even his heart could be gripped tight enough to do as he wished it would and that was why he sat here where he sat. He thought of a meme where a brain was smashing a heart into submission because it wanted something and then in the next slide it was following along behind as a battered and bruised heart trod forward happily having his way. 

The thought of submission and Kristina kneeling in front of him caused another throbbing tingle. Damn her! He thought to himself harshly, then more muted, damn me.

He watched a beat up sedan, a Chevy celebrity from the early 90s he thought, park with a woman driving. She could have been anyone but Brian knew it was her. He tried not to watch her as she came in. She wore a long sleeved sweater and tight jeans with those god awful snow shoes that wouldn't hold up in a flurry with super glue and duct tape. 

Brian stood, the only gentlemanly thing to do, and together they sat down. "Would you like something to drink?" 

"Hey, no I'm alright, thanks though," She replied looking at him with large green eyes, her face was pale with a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and her hair was long, pulled back into a pony tail. It was very dark brown and looked to be even darker because it was either wet, or gelled. Eyeliner and mascara seemed to be her only make up, making her eyes even bigger than they were. The green in them showed a spirit he loved, but Brian knew how much shit she had been through. 

He knew she would turn him down for any offer of hospitality but he also knew better than to accept that. He looked at the barista, a pretty but rather plump girl in her twenties, her glasses barely holding onto her nose, "Can I have a caramel frappe?" 

"Sure thing!" was all she said and in a few seconds they were a whirl behind the counter. 

Kristina looked down in her lap and then back up at him, "Thanks." Brian only nodded. 

"So what's up?" Brian attempted to make his voice light. He knew already that she had a heavy question to ask him, a favor she had called it but with Kristina, it was never a simple favor. 

"Oh, you know, same shit different day," she answered fidgeting in her seat as she looked around. The barista brought the drink over and as Kristina put her hand on it, he seized the opportunity to connect with her. He reached out and put his hand on hers. 

It was his heart. It was too damn much for him. His mind was losing control to it again. While stroking her fingers with his thumb Brian fought a war in himself that spanned his entire adulthood, but only took a few seconds of thought. 

He knew she was bad for him romantically, but he couldn't make himself not want her, care for her, and desire to make her smile. When she smiled it, not even the sun outshone it on the brightest days. But he had let his heart lead him down this path way twice before. Not once, TWICE, and both times he had been sickly burned by her. His heart had brought them here but his mind would control the endeavor. In that moment the two beings that controlled his actions made a truce. He could have her, but only if he remained in control. His heart begrudgingly agreed to that, daring to hope but expecting the pain. 

Hope for the best, plan for the worst right?

"What is really going on?" Brian asked, firm and with his emotions in careful rein. 

"Too much to tell Brian," her eyes flashed at him and she began looking around. She looked trapped and afraid for a moment and he worried for her, trapped in her own mind. 

He knew what it would take to free her, but he wondered if she did. "How much time do you have? Because I have all day." School was out today, a Friday, and he was glad for it. He also had no homework to grade today so his entire day was free and clear by all accounts. He had even gone to the gym already. 

"Brian," she began. Tears were walled behind her doe eyes and he felt his heart leap and his mind once again pull it back. Whatever she was about to say, he knew he was going to help her with regardless of what it was. "You remember what you told me a long time ago? When we were kids and this all started between us?"

Brian nodded and looked at the table a moment as he remembered the very first promise he made to his very first 'True Love'. He refused to go back on any promise he made unless physically impossible, but for that reason he was careful on who and what he promised. "If you ever needed me, I would help you." 

She stared at his face and when their eyes met, fear was there. She was never this blunt, not once in his life could he remember her coming out to him so quickly. Kristina was hidden and guarded. She was the source of much of her own pain, but she never let herself out of that cage. He would have to break it. Brian couldn't help but realize he was forming a plan in his mind already. 

She started again after a deep breath. Her breasts weren't large by the standard but as she inhaled, the sweater stretched on her narrow frame. She looked to have a wonderful figure under it, not too thin but very little fat. Brian remembered the stretch marks striping her hips and belly, the stretched skin from carrying a child, and the scars it put on a woman's self-confidence. He still wanted her as much, or more so, than before. She was real and when confident, very sexy. He thought of her hooped earrings swaying while she took him in her mouth.

"Brian, I need you." Her voice trembled. 

"What do you need?" he asked. He was afraid of the answer but something reassured him not to be. 

"I need, well, I need a lot of things honestly." Kristina's voice came out in a rush, the warm tears spilling over as she started again, "So many things have gone wrong and I'm trying my hardest to control them and...It's too much Brian. It's just too much." 

He listened patiently. One thing he had learned in life was patience. Good things come to those who wait, but only if they do not wait too long. He could also remember times when he let things slide past him. 

She went on, sniffing while wiping at her eyes, "So many things have gone wrong, and there's just too much to tell right now. Some of it I may never be able to tell you. Hell, I don't even know how to deal with it all myself."

Brian only nodded, concerned. His heart went out to her and the situation she was in, whatever it was, but he knew that whatever it was, she had gotten herself into it. Plain and simple, it was her fault. Pointing that out wasn't going to help her though, she knew it was her own fault. Kristina wasn't dumb in that sense, but she definitely didn't make the best life decisions. 

He wanted to touch her again, since her hand had went to her face. It was selfish in a way to want to simply touch her, but he knew that she needed it as well. Waiting until her tears subsided took a minute. 

"I'm sure I look like a mess right now," She peered at him and coughed a laugh, "Is my make up running?" 

He gave a small smile, letting it touch his eyes, "Not at all."

She wiped at her face again then looked in the weak reflection of the glass to her right. The lighting wasn't quite right but Kristina seemed satisfied enough. She gripped her frappe without drinking it, the sleeves of her sweater brought up to her palms as if she were cold. Brian knew her body wasn't likely cold, but her heart and soul were. 

Finally he broke the silence that began to stretch between them, "What can I do right now?"

Her eyes flashed at him. They were wide and open but intense. It was like staring into green fires framed by a black forest while the moon's ambient light reflected in her. Then she looked down at her hands and muttered, "I can't believe I'm doing this," and he watched a battle rage on her face for a moment before a look of utter defeat came over her. Her shoulders even slumped. "Do you remember a joke we had a few years ago?" 

Brian knew exactly which joke she was talking about. It had evolved into a fantasy of his almost as soon as they had made it together. He played dumb anyway to force her to say it. "We have made a ton of jokes over the years Kris," He said smiling at the hundreds of laughs they had shared. There really were more tears than laughs, but when it was good, it was good with them as friends. 

She shook her head again but surprised him by pressing on, "You remember the one where we talked about me living with you and you joked about making me your slave?" 

Brian's heart skipped a beat. That was the one he thought she meant. It amazed him she had said it, but it also didn't amaze him that she had come to this point. His heart immediately screamed yes, and instantly his aching loins followed suit but luckily his brain held tight rein on his impulses and waited for the catch. "Yes, I remember it, in fact I've thought about it many times." 

She seemed surprised and confused, "You have?" 

He wanted to reassure her, "Sure, come on, you know my desires and fantasies, I've shared that much with you." At one point they had made an attempt at being the closest of friends and that had quickly turned into a more sexual sexting style exchange than Brian was comfortable with. His marriage had been failing and he knew it, a man has needs, but he was no cheater. They had stopped talking for a long while after that but she had seemed to understand his loyalties. He remembered the feelings of break up that came with it and that had confused him for a while. 

"So, doesn't mean-"she started but he cut her off. 

"And look at you, you are beautiful and sexy Kris, There isn't many a man that walks past you that doesn't wonder what's under your clothes." That part was true enough but Brian remembered well enough through a few shared pictures. Hell, her still remembered how good she looked as a teenager when they first met and she mailed him a bikini picture. He remembered being sixteen and calling her on the phone practically begging for a picture in her bra, arguing that it was the same as a bikini. He laughed to himself as he thought about that, which brought a confused look from her across the small table; she had argued that if it was the same thing then why did he need a picture of her in her bra? Kris had won that argument. 

Kris didn't say anything, just shifted uncomfortably at his smile. He explained the memory to her. "Oh my god I remember that!" Her laugh was musical but the snort she produced from her nose sent them both into fits of laughter as she blushed in shame and hid her face. His heart thumped in his chest as she laughed. 

Kristina looked at him the same way he always imagined her looking at him when they had been kids. They had come so far from that but she was still there, waiting beneath all of the emotional scars and poor choices. 

"So, I'm not the only one that's thought about that too huh? Been picturing me naked have you?" She teased him. It was a good sign. He knew what she wanted but he was going to make sure she said it. 

"What if I had? What if I was?" He asked her, daring her silently as he leaned back and looked intently into her face. She was his and he knew it but it was simply in letting her struggle now. She had after all come to him, not him to her. 

She blushed, furiously and looked down but not into her lap. Kris's eyes flashed up from her down tilted face, "What do you think about?"

"You know what I think about you Kris, because I think the same things I've thought about for years, my fantasies haven't changed." He had shared his sexual desires with her objectively as a friend and her mutual desire for what he wanted had led up to their last falling out. She had wanted to fulfill someone's desires that matched his, and then it proceeded into more 'what ifs' than he cared to admit. He had never been able to get those things out of his head though. Even now he wanted to make her take her panties off and hand them to him. 

That was how he was going to do it. That was how he was going to ensure her commitment if she asked for what he thought she was going to ask for. 

Kristina looked at him levelly for a moment and then back down before her eyes looked up at him from under her bangs. She was uncomfortable because she was self-conscious and he thought a little ashamed but he also was aware of how she squirmed in her chair. She must be hot thinking about it and that just added to his ego. Brian reminded himself not to let his ego get the better of him. 

"What if we actually did that?" She finally asked, shifting her body to the other side of the chair. She was trying to hide her squirming admirably. 

Brian stared into her face intensely, "I would like that very much, but I have questions and I need two things from you first."

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Her voice was level but tinged with apprehension. It didn't shake though and he was glad for that. 

"Why do you want it?" He asked her. 

Her entire body deflated in the chair. He was afraid he had pushed too far too fast but it was too late now. He held his countenance and waited. Either she would rise or she would fall, but the question still stood. 

She began slowly, "I am so tired Brian," She leaned on the table and he put his hand on hers to reassure her. He wanted her to know he was engaged and listening, to give her security and confidence. "I am so tired of getting it wrong, of being the wrong person and doing the wrong things, I am tired of being weak and failing. I am tired of not being happy and most of all..." She paused as she looked at him, "I want it, and you are the only person I trust that much."

Brian let that sink into himself. He felt honored and said as much into the air quietly. He wasn't sure she heard it but he didn't care if she did or didn't. He was taken aback. 

"I've spent so much of my life with no one proud of me, no one happy with me," She went on, "and I feel so much and I'm so broken.." she trailed off. 

Brian had desires of training her. He knew her heart well enough that he thought he knew what she really needed. The kind of love and discipline and stability she needed would be demanding but he thought it would be possible to give that to her. His silence as he thought allowed her to go on. 

"I just want to know what it is like to be truly wanted and pleasing and have someone proud of me, and the ways I think about that with you are, well, they are different. They aren't normal Brian and I want them. You are the only person I know and trust to give that to me." Her voice was pleading him. 

He liked it but he didn't want to hear her beg him anymore. It didn't do anything for either of them. "Okay, I don't see how I can disagree here because I stand to gain so much," he paused while looking at her, waiting and watching her. She seemed to be on the brink of a break down. He named his final condition. "If you truly want this, I will agree but you have to do one thing to prove to me you want this."

Relief washed her face but knew fear came right behind it as she went from a smile to a small scared expression. "What is it?" 

"Your panties," He said simply. Kristina's eyes got wide. "The ones you are wearing right now. Go to the bathroom and take them off. Set them on the table in front of me and I will accept you." 

She bit her lip and moaned a little while thinking about it but she persevered after a moment and bit her lip. She stood up and walked away and he stared triumphantly at her ass as it swayed. She was a narrow thing and it pleased him but her hips were wide enough. Both of his hands spread out would cover each ass cheek. 

When she came back, she clutched her hands together very tightly at her waist with her head down. A pink thong dropped conspicuously into his lap. She sat down blushing and he smiled at her. She had not followed directions exactly but it was good enough to please him for now. 

"Good girl, I am proud of you. Are you wet?" His voice was low as he picked up the underwear. It could have been a few pink strings and had more material, but the lace at the crotch was a nice decoration. 

Kris's face reddened to a rose pink and she didn't answer at first. He had to repeat the question before she did, "Yes," was all it was though. He couldn't help but see her fighting a smile with her face down. 

"So let me make this clear. Just like these panties are now mine, you are now mine. I will protect you, I will guide you, and I will discipline you. Your pain is mine, your pleasure is mine." His boldness sucked her in and together they forgot about everyone else around them as the clouds struck out with a bit of lighting, arcing up into the sky instead of down to the Earth. "I will care for you and you will pleasure me. Your body is mine and with it we will craft your heart and train your mind. Do you understand?"

She nodded, unable to say anything at first. 

"I need you to say it Kris," His voice was comforting but commanding. 

"I understand," she was still blushing. 

It wasn't enough, he wanted her to say it, more for him than for her. "You understand what?"

She let out a breath, looked him in the eye and said, "I understand I am yours."



Serenity at Last



This is the first in a series I plan to write about a young superhero and a troubling new "villain." I hope you enjoy it, it's been a while since I've written anything so I feel I'm a bit rusty.

*

SLAM! The thug hit the floor hard and didn't get up. After a few moments the dust cleared and the gang leader managed to crawl to a sitting position against a wooden crate. He turned to face his aggressor.

"W-what do you want?" he said as his gaze drifted up from the polished black, vinyl, high-heel boots to the perfectly toned calves encased in yet more vinyl, to the long, gently curved thighs above and finally coming to rest at her belt. A blue flame seemed to flicker across the belt buckle, bathing the woman in a lambent glow.

"What I want is an answer."

The man coughed, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and smiled.

"An answer to what?"

"Don't play games with me, who hired you?"

The gang leader once again glanced at her belt buckle, the symbol of Serenity - the new caped crusader in town, and then looked up at her. She was gorgeous. Flat stomach, gentle but noticeable curves in all the right places and what looked to him like a nice pair of large B or small C cup breasts, currently encased in a dark blue vinyl suit.

Serenity coughed and glared down at the man that was obviously ogling her chest. She got this a lot, it was hard to be taken seriously with a body like hers and it didn't help that the only costumes she seemed to be able to get her hands on were strictly made of vinyl, overly form-fitting and entirely too skimpy.

His grin spread and he just shook his head at the heroine.

"You got nothing on me, nothing you can do that my employer can't top."

Serenity cocked an eyebrow at that and drew herself back to finish him but paused when he opened his mouth again.

"But I'll tell you what, if you really wanna know then head down to the park around 1 or 2 am tomorrow night. You won't be disappointed."

She sneered at him and lifted him off the floor with one arm, looked into his eyes and, satisfied that he wasn't lying, tossed him into the crates he had been leaning against. He crashed through them in a heap.

"Get out of my sight before I change my mind, but if I ever catch you again you're a dead man."

The man gave a hoarse chuckle and struggled to his feet before limping towards the back exit of the warehouse.

******

Tori Jenkins pulled into the dark driveway of her modest New-England home, turned off the headlights and got out of the car. It had been a long day at work and the budding young attorney had yet to make any headway in the firm. She had gotten an internship at the firm a year ago, right out of college. They had welcomed her with open arms and she had leapt at the opportunity to make herself known. Sure she had expected a few months of grueling grunt work and menial labor but she'd gotten stuck as a secretary to one of the big dogs early on and was still stuck plugging away through all his paperwork. 

She walked up the beautifully maintained brick walkway to her porch, turned on the porch light and fumbled in her purse for the keys to the house. Tori was, to the discerning eye, a work of art. She had a short bun of perfectly kept light brown hair, a pair of very business-like glasses - spectacles really - that tend to hang just on the edge of falling off the end of her nose, and a light dusting of freckles across her face. Her eyes faded back and forth between a cool summer blue and a piercing morning-mist grey. Most days she wore a knee-length grey business skirt, black leggings, sensible two-inch heels and a white blouse. She had an old leather raincoat for the bad weather and a smart-looking borderline black jacket for the nice weather. Today was one of those rare summer days where she didn't even need the black jacket at night.

Her fingers finally wrapped around the keys in the bottom of her purse and she twirled it in her fingers looking for the right one. She found it, looked up, and paused. Had she really left the kitchen light on when she left that morning? She sighed and shrugged and stooped over the doorknob to open the lock.

Had Tori looked, she might have noticed that the shadows to the left of the door were particularly inky and perhaps a little more fluid than the average windowsill shadow. In fact, she might even have noticed the eerie silence that came not from the lack of sound but rather of someone, or something, trying very carefully not to make any sound.

The figure lying under her porch window however, was paying the utmost attention to every detail of the young woman before it. The black stockings she wore cleverly hid the perfectly tanned legs underneath and the loose-fitting blouse made a valiant effort of disguising the ample cleavage of the 24 year old attorney would-be. She wore a 34B bra but could probably have fit quite comfortably in a 34C. She was constantly trying to downplay her assets so that people would take her more seriously at work and maybe give her that one job, that one break to get her started.

The figure in fact even noticed what most people tended not to: the lack of a ring on either hand. Tori was single and, while not necessarily loving it, was content with her lot in life. She wasn't really looking for a relationship but if one had come along she wouldn't shun it. Most everyone assumed that she had the quiet air of someone who was determined to get her work done, get recognition for her work, and then go home to her loving boyfriend/fiancée/husband. Yes, the figure was very observant.

Finally the door creaked open and Tori stumbled in, she groped to her left and hit the light switch. Nothing happened.

"Damnit, I do not need this right now."

Beneath her a shadow melted quickly into her own, then flowed past into the darkness of her living room.

Tori set her briefcase down on the coffee table by the door, kicked off her heels, let her hair down and then reached into the pocket of her jacket that was folded across her arm. She dug out her cell phone and punched in a number by habit. The phone rang a few times and then the automated voice of an as yet un-configured voice mail came up. Blah blah blah "...the owner of this phone number has not set up their voicemail account yet..." blah blah. Katherine had never got around to setting up her voice mail and she was rarely close enough to her phone to actually answer it but she was one of Tori's closest friends.

The shadow that had slipped into her house with her briefly explored the room before deciding it was safe and then coalesced in a particularly dark corner. It flowed and bubbled and twisted, congealing into a vaguely human-shaped form. Slowly the shadows solidified around it until all that was left was what could only be described as "tall dark and handsome." It held its arms out to either side, glanced up and down its body and a lopsided smirk split the inky blackness with a flash of perfect white. Finally it looked up at Tori where she was standing by the living room table redialing her friend's number. An eerie greenish light flickered through its eyes and it sat down to wait.

******

Serenity stalked out of the warehouse frustrated and no closer to her mark than when she had busted in. Every night for the past week the city had been plagued by warehouse break-ins. Nothing was stolen, nothing was damaged. The locks on the doors to the warehouses were picked cleanly and perfectly leaving no fingerprints and the thugs would get in, rummage around for a bit, then try to leave. Try to leave because this was usually the time of the operation where Serenity would come in, beat the gang to a pulp and then question them. Every time it was the same answer: nothing you can do that the boss can't do worse. The first few she had tested the statement and continued to pummel the poor men until they could barely breathe let alone talk. After that she was convinced. This last break-in though... tomorrow night at 1-2 am. It sounded like a trap but it was the only lead she had gotten and she was confident that she could handle herself if she was careful.

She made her way to the emergency fire escape, climbed it with ease and crouched down at the edge of the roof. Despite her profession she wore no cape, capes only got in the way during a fight or flight scenario. She quickly looked around and, satisfied that no one was near, lifted the edge of her mask to scratch at her perfect nose. She replaced the mask and walked over to the bag that contained her belongings, heard her cell phone vibrating and frantically picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Katherine! Finally!"

Serenity chuckled at the young woman's voice coming through the phone.

"Yeah it's me, what's up?"

"Not much, not much. Just got off work... late... again. You up for kicking back and relaxing while we watch a cheesy movie tonight?"

"Haha, sure thing boss. I'll be right over, just gotta drop some stuff off at the house."

"Take your time, I'm gonna take a shower get out of these clothes."

"Alright hun, see you in ten."

Click. That was odd, usually Tori would say goodbye before hanging up. Serenity shrugged it off as eagerness to hit the shower and picked up her bag of stuff. She took off across the rooftops, stopping about 5 minutes later at her house where she rushed to peel off her costume and throw on some casual clothes. She was just leaving the house to get in her car when her neighbor popped his head over the fence.

"Hey there Kat!" She sighed.

"Hi Jim." Jim launched into a tirade of questions about her day and she prepared herself for a 15 minute delay to her plans while she tried politely get out of the conversation.

******

Tori hung up the phone and dialed again, it usually took 4-5 times before Katherine would actually pick up the phone. Just as she was about to hang up for the third time, she noticed something she hadn't noticed before: the door hadn't closed behind her.

"That's odd, I could've sworn I shut it when I came in." she puzzled as she walked over to it. She reached out to shut the door, oblivious to the fact that behind her the shadows deepened. The door shut and with a soft click, locked itself. Tori's heart started to race. 

"Ok I don't believe in ghosts or anything but I definitely did not just lock that door." She moved to unlock it but the latch wouldn't budge. A soft whisper of air caressed her shoulder and she pressed herself flat against the door, turning ever so slowly around to look. For a few seconds she couldn't see anything while her eyes adjusted to the dark, but slowly a figure came into view, lounging in an armchair with one leg propped up the other. For whatever reason, she didn't scream.

"Who are you?" she managed to say at last. She noticed that it was staring at something on the floor, its head bowed in apparent thought. When it looked up she froze. A rich, velvety and definitively male voice floated over to her.

"Who is a simple enough question, albeit one I won't answer. What is a much more interesting question which I may be persuaded to divulge."

Tori's mind raced, the shadows around this man seemed to writhe out of the corners of her eye and the only reason she could make out his figure was the fact that it was pitch black, darker even than the gloom around it. He smiled and she caught a glimpse of his too-perfect mouth. Terror reigned supreme in her body but she couldn't bring herself to move a muscle.

"What do you mean?" she croaked. "You're a person right? You're going to rob me or something?"

A soft chuckle escaped his mouth. "A person? Rob? Silly little girl, don't take me for some cheap thief. No, what I want is much more... personal." As he said the last word the shadows that had been writhing around him unfolded into what looked like wings, wings made out of thin tendrils of shadow. Tori swallowed hard and stared at his wings thinking to herself that this couldn't be real.

"Oh I assure you, I am very, very real." She didn't think she had spoken aloud but didn't think on it for more than a second. His wings rippled and pulsed and seemed to extend, they weren't solid but rather appeared to be shadows stretching across the surface of the room. Stretching towards her. The tendrils were dark, darker than the shadows they passed through, darker than the man himself. These were not a black made real by the absence of light but rather an ancient, purposeful black that existed in its own right.

At that moment the spell that seemed to have been holding her broke and she turned and ran for the door. She hadn't realized that she had unconsciously made several steps towards him. Her hand reached for the doorknob before she remembered that she couldn't unlock it. Her fist hammered the door once and as she pulled it back for another one of the tendrils wrapped itself around her wrist. She pulled with all her might but couldn't budge, there was no sense of restraint though she simply couldn't move her arm. Another tendril snaked around her other wrist and two more around her ankles. They brought her arms down, turned her around and started to walk her back towards her captor.

"My dear, that was not very nice. I had barely even said hello."

Her head sank to her chest and she sobbed. A thin tendril swept under her chin and lifted it to look at him. He stood and walked towards her. As he approached she could begin to make out the details of his face, the perfectly sculpted nose, the high cheekbones and firm jaw. There was the faintest hint of stubble on his face and then her gaze rested upon his eyes. His eyes were a brilliant, liquid gold. She felt herself being drawn into him, willingly falling headlong into those pools of gold before his voice broke her reverie.

"Now now, no sense giving up the fight so soon is there?" Tori shook her head and snapped back to reality.

"What do you--" another tendril cut her off mid-sentence as it slid across the floor, touched her stockinged foot and started to rise up her leg. She stared down at it in horror as her stocking seemed to vanish into the shadow. A few seconds later it reached her skirt. Nothing was left of her right stocking.

"What's going o--" she tried again before its twin snaked up her other leg, repeating the process. The first was at her waist now and her skirt was rapidly disappearing. She wriggled vainly in place but that only served to incite the two lengths of darkness. They sped up her body working their magic while the strange man looked on in amusement. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, they were retreating, caressing her skin as they passed... her bare skin. A shiver ran down her spine and she tore her gaze away from her naked body, eyes wide with fright.

"You're going to rape me aren't you?"

The spectre of a man grinned his peculiar lopsided grin and fixed his golden eyes on hers.

"No, rape is a vile act. What I intent to do is much more exquisite." He shifted his eyes back down her body, releasing her from their hold. Her breasts were supple and yet firm without the slightest hint of sag. Small nickel sized areolae topped them, capping her breasts with a touch of brown. Her flat stomach stretched enticingly down to her thighs and nestled between them was her surprisingly bare sex. It didn't even look as if she shaved or waxed, it simply looked as though hair had never grown there. "I don't suppose you are a virgin are you?" he asked before quickly following it with, "No, no of course not. What a shame."

Tori flushed a deep red, from her cheeks down to her neck. "Please, let me go. I'll do anything you want!"

"I know," was the only reply. His wings sprouted four more tips which leapt out from the walls and took on a third dimension. They had no real shape, at least no constant shape, but they moved with a purpose. One entwined itself around her left leg, another around her right. The other two wrapped around her arms one heading towards her chest and the other to her chin. The shadows that had been holding her in place retreated. Tori made as if to scream but at the last moment her eyes landed upon his and she stopped, her mouth hanging open. The shadow at her chin crawled slowly up her cheek and into her gaping mouth, gently rubbing against her full lips. The sensation was incredible.

The shadow in her mouth pulsed and warmth flooded into her, the feeling was indescribable. It was as if her body was being toyed with by the air itself; there was no substance behind the shadow just unbelievable pleasure. Her thoughts began to haze before she managed to snap her focus back on the man. The shadow at her chest split and grew, then flattened itself to her breasts and danced across her nipples like a perverse, light-absorbing flame. Waves of pleasure flooded down to her thighs and her knees buckled. She would have fallen over had the shadows not been supporting her. Her mind cleared once more and she felt a sense of dread fall over her as the two shadows encasing her legs finally began to move.

The serpentine blackness slid towards her sex, now dripping with unwilling anticipation. Twin heads lifted themselves from her body and drifted slowly across her lips, coaxing a small moan from Tori. One slid itself gently into her, slowly stretching her without ever causing the slightest discomfort. Her eyes, now half-lidded from the unending torture of sensations suddenly shot open wide: the last shadow had flattened and wound itself in a spiral around her puckered ass.

Tori was no virgin, she had had her fair share of lovers but she had never once allowed anyone near there. She bucked her hips forward, trying to escape the shadow and only serving to impale herself further on the one in her cunt. Her eyes rolled back in wonder as a sliver of the shadow twirled itself around her swollen lit, softly pulsating against it as the rest of the tendril slowly started to pump into her. The flame-like shadow across her nipples was playing havoc with her senses and the feelings in her mouth were starting to overwhelm her. She felt an orgasm approaching and shuddered in delight.

"No, no this can't be happening. I can't be enjoying this!"

She tried to shake her head, to clear her thoughts but the pleasure was too much. To her horror she noticed that her hips were now bucking back and forth in increasing tempo against the pulsating shaft of darkness nestled inside her.

Finally, the spiral of a shadow resting against her ass made its move, slipping into her without need for lubrication. She cried out around the one in her mouth, her orgasm crashing down around her in torrents. It slammed her body over and over again, driving her to new heights. The shadow in her ass, satisfied now that it was inside her, stretched and once again regained a third dimension before pistoning into her. It alternated thrusts with the one in her cunt, the shadow across her chest never pausing in it's ministrations.

She quaked and trembled and sweat drenched her body. She wasn't sure how long this had been going on but it seemed like hours. Her eyes finally opened again after countless orgasms and they frantically searched the room for her captor. She didn't know how much longer she could hold on to consciousness, her sanity was crumbling around the edges. At last her gaze landed on the still-grinning man, once again lounging effortlessly in her armchair despite the frenzied tempo of the shadows that were pumping her body. His eyes were closed but she stared anyway.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and she was caught in the pools of gold therein. Her vision glazed over and she moaned loudly against the shadow still lodged in her mouth. It slid nearly out of her mouth and then paused. Her neck craned forward, trying to eke out every drop of pleasure she could all the while staring headlong into his eyes of bottomless color. Her hips bucked once more in orgasm, she had no idea how many that was and then the last remnants of her sanity shattered and flew apart. Her mind unhinged, she grinned around the thick shadow lodged in her mouth, her ass and cunt flexing powerfully in another reality-shaking orgasm. She never wanted the feelings to stop, never wanted her new master to leave her. She would do anything for him.