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Mystery

By: tryst



Bob loved a mystery. He'd been teethed on Sherlock Holmes and Nero Wolfe and Miss Marple. He'd weaned on Sam Spade and Phillip Marlowe. He'd played all the childhood games, mastering "Clue" while in grade school.. He'd become a Junior Detective. He'd secretly sleuthed around the neighborhood as a kid, solving imaginary crimes. Yes, Bob - even at twenty-two - still loved a good mystery more than anything else in the world. Well, except Lisa, of course. So, when this very new and very real mystery revolved around his beloved new bride, it became utterly irresistible.

She'd become, well, not exactly moody, but prone to long moments of distraction involving a seriousness not normally part of her playful persona. Lisa was consistently bright and buoyant, almost giddy. She often joked that she should have been born blonde, not brunette. Not that she was in any way dumb. She'd made the dean's list all the way through her degree in hotel management. But for her to spend a half hour staring vacantly into space nearly every afternoon before she left for work, her lovely triangular features slack and nearly frowning, as if she were re-living some dark memory - or struggling to remember one - was totally out of character.

It worried Bob slightly, especially since she protested that he was utterly imagining the whole thing. Denial was also at odds with her normal nearly confrontational approach to life. He supposed it could all be attributed to having been promoted to evening manager of the upscale French restaurant where she worked. It could have been, but the shamus buried deep in his bones thought not. A hunch, he thought, with no little glee. So, more than he was worried about Lisa's welfare, he was puzzled. He nearly rubbed his hands in anticipation as five o'clock neared and she busied herself getting ready for work. 

He'd practiced following people since junior high school, and he was confident he could tail his lovely wife without discovery. Still, he laid back a little further than he should, perhaps, and was separated from his quarry by a misjudged stoplight. As it turned out, no harm, no foul. Her car was parked in the mall lot, near the side entrance of Frere Cher, where it always was. Bob leisurely took up his position on a bench in the mall proper, shielded from his wife's workplace by the plethora of indoor greenery flanking his seat, but with a clear view through the lush fronds.

After thirty uneventful minutes, he ambled to his second vantage point, another bench, this time on the mezzanine walkway. Much further removed from the entry to Frere Cher, but adequate. Sitting idly in one place for too long would attract attention, something anyone on stakeout had to avoid. From this height, he had an unobstructed view of the trendy shops flanking the restaurant's arched entry. Lisa's office door remained firmly closed, and Bob's attention drifted as boredom set in. The after-work rush of hurried shoppers was thinning, leaving a higher percentage of aimless teenagers hanging around. He began playing people-watching games, ascribing histories to people based on their appearance and actions.

The kids were easy. The boy with the unkempt dark hair and clownishly baggy pants had problems at home and was delaying his return as long as possible. The red headed girl was obviously trying her best to fit in with the flock of girls she was cruising with, and having a miserable time.

At first he thought the spectacular blonde, her curled silvery mane depending nearly to her waist and bouncing with every stride, was another teen, despite her tailored black vinyl dress and towering stiletto heels. As she approached the throng of kids, several leered at her familiarly, and there was an exchange of words, apparently banter. But she seemed interested only in a light for her cigarette, bending from the waist to accept it in what must have been a magnificent display of cleavage. Bob was too far away to appreciate it. All he saw as she turned was a red slash of lips and large, dark eyes. With total disregard of the frequent no smoking signs, she tapped her sinuous way down a side aisle and vanished from sight.

With a start, Bob realized it was time to move back to position A. For the next half hour, with Lisa's door still solidly closed, he daydreamed about being a private detective, and having the mysterious, sexy platinum blonde as his first client.

When the door of the manager's office suddenly opened, Bob's attention instantly snapped back to reality. It wasn't Lisa stepping through it though, sheaf of papers in hand. It was Todd Williams, the disheveled, paunched middle-aged man she'd replaced two weeks before. What's he doing there, Bob's mind demanded. Lisa said he'd been promoted to the main downtown location.

With sudden suspicion, Bob grabbed his cell phone and punched in the restaurant's number. It was disorienting, watching Williams grab the phone off the wall and speak into it, hearing the slightly exasperated voice so clearly in his ear.

"Lisa," he croaked. "Lisa Evans -"

"She's out sick. Has been all week, maybe next week, too. Tests or something. Anybody else help you?"

Bob couldn't remember what he said before clicking the phone off. He sat there, staring stupidly at it, for too long. Then, with an alacrity totally undetective-like, he bolted for the parking lot.

Lisa's car, of course, wasn't there.

He'd driven aimlessly for an unknown period of time, blindly, without method, looking for the five year old Toyota his wife drove. He'd dialed their home phone repeatedly, hanging up on the sound of his own melodious voice on the answering machine. Finally, he'd made the voyage back to their newly bought and remodeled craftsman bungalow a mere five miles from the mall. He paced. He fidgeted. He tried to consider the puzzle logically. He failed miserably, degenerated into uncontrolled, fearful fantasy.

He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, where Lisa found him at two that morning. She smiled lovingly down at his nearly childlike appearance, curled into himself, innocent, vulnerable, and peaceful as the angel he was. Her intent was to awaken him with a gentle kiss.

He awoke with a shout that was nearly a scream, and pushed violently against whatever dream monster was trying to suffocate him. Bolt upright, eyes huge with fright, he saw Lisa sprawled akimbo on the carpet, staring at him in astonishment.

"My God, honey! I'm so sorry," he exclaimed, hurrying to help her onto the sofa. "Jesus, are you okay?"

"Fine. Just a little stunned." She ran a gentle hand over his flushed face. "How about you? What was that all about?"

"Nothing. Bad dream I guess." It was then that he remembered what had happened before the dream, inspired it, in all likelihood. He studied her critically. "You're sure you're alright? You feel okay?"

"Fine. Tired is all. You must be coming down with that bug I had. What say we snuggle up in a real bed, husband?" She grinned impishly, ran her hand down his chest. "See what comes up?"

But nothing came up that night for Bob.

The following day had been normal. So normal that to Bob it had been tinged with an eerie quality. Except for two episodes of "daydreams," Lisa had been merely Lisa.

He'd had every opportunity to talk to her. All day to ask the simple questions that'd have resolved the issue once and for all. He hadn't been able to find the words. He'd asked suitably leading questions about her previous night's work, and received appropriate, detailed, absolutely non-evasive answers that had to be patent lies. But they were delivered with such a complete sincerity and normalcy that he was unable to accuse her, to demand her true whereabouts, to confront her with her deception. And, given her free-spiritedness and the number of discussions they'd had about the immense value of trust, how could he confess to having followed her?

Besides, there had to be an answer to the riddle that explained everything. A logical reason, something valiant to justify Lisa's untruths. He'd ferret it out before she had a chance to reveal it. He'd unravel the Gordian knot in secrecy, then act perfectly surprised when she gifted him with truth. He'd follow her again, and by God, this time he wouldn't lose sight of her.

And he didn't, either. A religious two cars behind her, he'd made it through two close lights, and rolled to a surreptitious stop a row away from her in the vast mall parking lot. It'd taken little effort to maintain sight of her forest green business suit and still stay out of her line of vision thanks to the five o'clock throng around them. But she'd turned right into the main courcourse of the building, not made the left which would take her to Frere Cher. He'd come close to missing her as she turned, like any casual shopper, into a boutique featuring very racy, almost goth-style fashions he'd barely noticed before.

By the time he established a clear and safe vantage point, she was out of sight behind a tall clothes rack. He watched studiously for twenty minutes. Uneasiness grew in him. He didn't see her again. He cast about for another surveillance point, and settled upon the spot on the mezzanine he'd used the evening before.

The boutique wasn't as busy as its neighbors. It's customers seemed to be almost universally teenagers moving on the fringe of society. Young women with spiked orange and blue hair, sporting tattoos and piercings. Young men in leather who looked unclean. Why had Lisa gone in? That certainly wasn't her style. And why hadn't she reappeared? No reasonable answers presented themselves.

The only event of moment was when the blonde made her entrance. Or exit, actually. She emerged from the hair salon next door to the boutique. Bob got a much better look at her this time. She was stunning, in a rawly sexual way. Tonight she wore red - leather, lipstick, and nails. The dress was even tighter than the evening before, emphasizing a minuscule waist and impressive bosom, a taught round derriere leaping provocatively with each scarlet-heeled stride. Again, she marched straight to the flock of teens gathered around the central fountain. Again, she displayed herself while one lit her cigarette. Again, she swayed away down the side-aisle toward the parking lot.

After ten more minutes, Bob made his move. Heart hammering lest he be discovered, he hazarded the interior of the boutique, fending off bizarrely attired and made-up salesgirls. If his wife was still in the store, she was in the back. Doing what? He loitered as long as he dared. The mall was nearly deserted. He decided it'd be smarter to wait in his car, catch her as she came outside.

He broke his hurried stride as he saw her parking space was vacant. There was no way she could have gotten past him! None!.

He spent another hopeless night at home. This time, he stayed awake. Headlights flashed across the wall at precisely two-eleven in the morning. Lisa was right on time, and surprised to find him waiting up. She was, again, normal. Perfectly normal. They'd had a busy night, and that idiot Ramone had ordered twice the amount of swordfish they needed for the next nights entree, and only half the mushrooms required for Henri's specialty. They'd nearly come to blows over it.

Bob feigned sleep when the lights went out, but for him there was none.

She fussed over him the entire morning, tried to get him to see their doctor. He was snippish. By afternoon, she'd withdrawn from his bad temper. They parted without their ritual kiss for the first time since their wedding.

Bob felt feverish and exhausted. He cursed traffic all the way to the mall. He pushed rudely through the usual crowd inside. Again she turned into the boutique. Again she vanished. This time, he waited in the car, glassy, heavy-lidded eyes focused on his wife's vehicle. He may have dozed briefly. Certainly what happened had a dreamlike quality. A faint flare of light inside the Toyota sharpened his vision, but did little for his fatigue clouded wits. The interior light. She was in her car, starting the engine. He fumbled for his own keys. No. It wasn't her. This woman had cascades of platinum hair, had a cigarette dangling between her lips as she rocketed from her parking space, gave a crude, scarlet-nailed finger to the car she cut off and nearly sideswiped.

He shook his head. Not Lisa. Must have been watching the wrong car. No. It was the right car, just not the right driver. The Toyota was long out of sight before Bob decided he should have followed her.

Logic is an awesome tool. By the time she arrived home, he had a working solution puzzled out. She was doing bookkeeping or consulting for the boutique, illicitly drawing sick-pay from the Chere Frere. Saving money for something important. A vacation, most probably. To Bermuda, where they hadn't been able to go on their honeymoon. The blonde must work at the salon next door. Lisa had loaned her the car for some reason.

She thought he still looked terrible. His good humor reassured her, despite the brittleness of his tone. She was pretty sure he must be catching whatever it was she'd had. But it was good to be made love to again, even though he did do it like a rabbit, leaving her unsatisfied. She felt slightly ashamed of herself as she drifted off to sleep. How could she think that about the only man she'd ever known?

He slept the entire next day. Lisa tiptoed around the house, spent far more time lost in her warm, pleasant daydreams. She could never remember them clearly, but they left her with the impression of sensuality, of heat. She berated herself mildly for harboring school-girlish fantasies as she went about her daily day. At one point, she came back to reality feeling slightly breathless and damp between the thighs. She giggled quietly. Actually, they were kind of fun. They made her feel different, more alive. Life could be so drab, sometimes. Her existence was blessed, she knew - great job, great husband, gorgeous little home. She was totally happy. But . . .

Bob had put on his clothes, but stayed beneath the blankets when Lisa came in to gently kiss his supposedly sleeping cheek before she left. He leapt from bed the instant the front door closed behind her. He was speeding after her before she rounded the corner, headed for the freeway.

This time, he was close - dangerously so - as she entered the boutique. Victory! She walked straight to a rear door and vanished into the back area of the shop. Nodding with sage satisfaction, Bob positioned himself to witness confirming event number two. Twenty-odd minutes later, that, too came to pass. The tawdry blonde vixen, back in black, but this time a skin-clinging catsuit, stalked her high-heeled way toward the front of the salon, obviously exchanging banter with a couple of beauticians. She paused at the station nearest the mall entrance to fluff her vast mane and refresh her gleaming lips. Then it was directly to the teens for a light. And, as per normal, the sensual strut off the main concourse.

This time, it was right past Bob, less than ten feet away. The gaze she laid upon him was sweltering. Her shockingly green eyes, framed by layers of mascara, hooded by grey and silver shadow, pierced him. Her brilliant scarlet lips parted slightly, shaped a vague promise of a smile, as she exhaled a plume of smoke in his direction. Her face was angular, almost harsh.

He felt himself tremble with a strange blend of animalistic desire and primitive fear. That was one incredibly dangerous woman. He knew it his guts. Being with her would do things to a man, change him in unfathomable ways. Once you'd been with her - fucked her - your life would never quite be the same.

She vanished again in Lisa's car. It must be a nightly arrangement. Bob was certain that if he was here at his wife's quitting time, the succubus would reappear, and plain old Lisa would adjust the seat and climb behind the wheel of the car made fragrant by the blonde's cigarettes and perfume.

Plain old Lisa? He shook himself. His beloved was anything but plain. Her face wasn't as foxish and sharp, her eyes not so uncannily green, but sans whorish makeup, the silver-haired apparition was no more beautiful, her breasts no larger, her ass no tighter.

Ass? He grinned as he turned in their drive. Since when did he call his wife rear her ass. Since seeing that bitchin' blonde was when. He laughed for the first time in days.

He could faintly detect an alien, richer perfume and the vague scent of stale tobacco on his wife as she joined him in bed. As they rolled together and coupled, he could almost taste the searing red of the blonde's lips, feel the scrape of her talons down his back while they fucked. Yes indeed. Fucked.

Lisa sighed in deep satisfaction as she drifted into sleep, Bob spooned tightly against her, his penis still half erect and pressing against the sensitive rosebud of her anus. That had been wonderful. Better than anything, ever. Except for . . .

Her brow creased slightly in sleepy concentration. Except for what? Ah, she mused, smiling as she slid into sleep. Except for the daydreams.

It was time. Bob sensed it. Waiting until Lisa revealed her secret wasn't going to be enough. He needed to prove himself. His sensitivity. His intelligence. His deductive ability. He would follow her for the last time. He'd wait a decent interval - ten minutes sounded about right - and march in after her. She might a little upset at first, but he'd joke her through that. Come in with flowers or something. And, unless his timing was off, she'd have to introduce him to that unbelievable blonde slut when she came for the car keys.

Again, it went down exactly as he'd foreseen - until he walked into the shop, box of red roses in hand. "I'm here to see my wife," he informed the undernourished girl with the unnatural black hair behind the counter. Nodding at the rear door, "She works here."

"Back there?" the girl repeated.

"That's right. She came in a few minutes ago."

"Ah. Okay. You need to talk to the boss."

Before the girl could lift the phone, a throaty, resonant female voice came from behind him. "And you must be Bob," it said. "Liz has told me so much about you."

The voice belonged, he saw as he turned, to an apparition of carnality that put the blonde to shame. This was a red-haired version of lust incarnate. Lips that compelled him to envision his cock sliding between them, smeared with their wet red paint. Green eyes which proclaimed that precisely that might happen. Green eyes the same haunting hue as others he'd seen recently. And her body! High hard tits. Couldn't conceive of them as mere breasts. A waist he could encircle with his hands around while he fucked either her cunt or ass.

Through the haze of raw lust consuming him, her next words were heard, but not fully registered. "We've been hoping you'd drop by. Come on back. Liz is almost ready."

He followed without thought, captivated by the rhythmic, swaying bounce of her ass cheeks, so barely covered by the flesh-tight neon green skirt. She can't be real, he thought foggily. She's like something right out of a dream. A very, very wet dream.

She led the way through the retail area, through a merchandise storeroom, and through another door which, had Bob been even moderately aware, he'd have realized put them in the rear of the salon next door. He slowed his pace in a stumbling fashion, was supported by the woman's grip firm and searingly hot on his elbow.

"Liz," she called mockingly, "look who came to play with us."

Bob's wife paused with the black fishnet stocking rolled halfway up her sleek leg. As she turned to face them, Bob's sight dimly registered the fact that this wasn't quite his wife. This woman wore a tight body shaper that thrust her breasts - tits - up and reduced her waist to near nothingness. While she had Lisa's hair, her eyes were that lovely, haunting emerald, and heavily made up. The carefully outlined and filled red lips bore the blonde slut's inviting smile. The hands that lifted a cigarette from the ashtray on the dressing table bore hooked scarlet talons. A tidy stack of money - twenties and fifties - was arranged beside the welter of cosmetics and the long platinum wig on its stand.


Mystery



"Hiya, lover," she said with a voice as throaty as any phone sex operator. She wet her sculpted lips, made it seem her cigarette was a surrogate for a cock. "So glad you could join us."

Speech was a struggle. He felt as if he was drowning, drowning in warmth and wetness, engulfed by faint moans and dreamy hisses of pleasure. "Lisa . . . How . .? Who . .?"

"Don't fret your pretty little head about that, Bobbie," the voice of lust in his ear hissed. "Liz has to go to work now. Just relax. Just feel good. Feel good all over. I'll take really good care of you."

Really, he was more than happy to fall into the dream.

The blonde strutted from the salon fifteen minutes later, this time having to stop at the front mirror and repair her smeared lipstick. Tonight, her tits bounced freely under a semi-transparent red silk blouse, tucked into a micro skirt so short the tops of her mesh hose was displayed with every stilettoed stride. Her cunt was so wet it oozed fragrance down her thighs. Her ass was lubed and ready. It was going to be a good night. She had four dates lined up and, since she could work longer hours now, she could probably turn a couple more tricks, too. Her long nipples grew even harder with her boss's sibilant reassurance that the dream didn't need to end anymore.

Forty-five minutes later, another blonde traipsed from the bowels of the salon. This one carried a box of roses, was a little taller, a little more lithe, but nonetheless a mobile sex machine. Her green eyes were slightly more dreamy, but captivatingly beautiful nonetheless. Her wet red lips, as they wrapped around the cigarette the punk kid by the fountain lit for her, spoke untold volumes of carnality.

Her ass-pussy tingled and her big clitty, still bearing Liz's lipstick, dribbled at the thought of what the night would bring. She licked her lips, tasting the boss's nectar, nearly inspiring a mini- orgasm as she headed for her car. The cigarette soothed her as she sped off into the night, into the dream.



Mystery Caller



I'll admit it: the first six months after my divorce I was like a blind dog on Viagra , ready, willing, and able to jump on anything female. You see, I'd been married for almost 10 years to a good-looking but very uptight and very frigid woman; at 37, I was finally free and clear and happy. I was determined to have a good time, and I did.

My childhood friend Stoney was also recently divorced. Together we hit every singles bar in Queens, Brooklyn, Staten Island, and most in Manhattan. We'd arrive together but almost every night, we'd leave separately. In the heart of winter, Stoney decided to have a Valentine's Day Party at his house and invite only the best-looking women we could find. The night of the party, I put on my sharp black Armani suit, loaded up with flowers, grabbed a bottle of champagne, and drove across Brooklyn to Stoney's house. 

The party was in full swing and I quickly focused my attention on this tall outrageously curvy brunette. She was half-Italian and half-Puerto Rican and one-hundred percent stone cold fox. Unfortunately, I think she was looking for a doctor or lawyer and not a simple NYPD detective like me. I took a break from the hunt to chat with some colleagues from the force. Stoney's mom, who was catering the party, offered some incredibly tasty pasta pesto. While I ate and talked, I plotted my next move. No luck. The brunette left with a couple of her friends just as I was getting ready for my next assault. I drank some more, ate some more, gabbed some more, and left about 2 in the morning.

A couple of nights later I was watching the Knicks in my underwear and a bathrobe when the phone rang. 

"Hi Lenny," the female voice on the other end said in low, sultry tones.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"Don't worry Lenny," the woman said in a breathy voice. "It doesn't matter."

"Okay," I laughed. I could almost recognize the voice, but just couldn't attach it to a name. 

"You looked really good at the party, Lenny," she continued.

"Oh yeah," I answered. "You too."

She laughed.

"No," she continued. "I mean really good. Good enough to eat. You know what I mean?"

Now things were getting interesting. Her voice was getting more excited, and the sound of it started to send a tingle up my spine.

"You like eating Italian?" I asked her.

"Sure," she said with a laugh. "I love eating Italian. What are you wearing Lenny?"

I told her I was naked under by bathrobe, and I heard her take a deep breath.

"Hmmmm," she continued. "I bet you look good under that bathrobe."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

There was a pause.

"Hey baby," I whispered. "Tell me what you're wearing."

"I got a black lacy bra and some really sexy black panties on," she answered. 

"Nice," I answered. "Very nice. I bet you look hot."

She mumbled something.

"If I were there with you," I continued. "You wouldn't have those panties on for long."

"Oh yeah," she answered with a sigh.

"Yeah," I said. "Have you got nice big juicy tits?"

"Oh yeah," my phone caller answered with a little moan. "Really big. 36D. Nice and big and firm. Hmmmm. I'm holding them in my hands right now."

"Oh baby," I said as I started to slowly stroke my cock. "I'd love to suck on those titties of yours. Run my tongue around your nipples. Squeeze them with my hands while I nibble on those puffy nipples."

I heard her moan.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

"Oh yeah baby," she answered with a little moan. "Oh yeah."

"Hmmmm," I said as I began to really work my cock into a full erection. "Yeah. I'd manga on those tits and then run my tongue down across your belly . . .down to the top of those panties . . .and sloooowly pull them down. You like that?"

My caller moaned in reply.

"Then I'd run my mouth across your cunt and lick those fat lips of yours and take my nice long tongue and run it along your pussy crack . . ."

"Ohhhhhhh baby," she moaned. "Yessssssss."

"And then," I continued, nursing my dick. "I'd find that clitty of yours and suck on it . . .nibble on it . . .stroke it with my tongue."

I could tell my mysterious caller was playing with herself. Her moans had become low and rhythmic. 

"That's it baby. Play with your pussy for me."

Meanwhile, I was slapping my meat to the tune of her moans.

"Oh, baby," I said. "I got this big ol' cock here in my hands and its getting harder and harder. Hmmmm. What am I gonna do with it?"

My caller moaned louder. She was getting close to orgasm. 

"Hmmmmm." I said. "I'm gonna have to slip this nice fat 8 inch cock all the way up you. One fat inch at a time. Whaddya think?."

Now my caller was gasping, moaning, expressing her mounting pleasure with deep grunts from the back of her throat.

"Yeah," I said. "All the way in and all the way out. In and out. Hmmmm. Till I'm riding you like a swing. And then . . ."

Before I could continue, the woman on the phone reached climax, moaning and gasping convulsively. I too was ready to cum. I could feel the jism boiling up in my balls. The sounds of her orgasm were bringing me closer and closer.

"Ohh, yeah, baby," I grunted. "I'm getting ready to cum. Ready to cum."

The woman's moans doubled in intensity and then reached a crescendo. I heard the phone drop and she began to let loose with a series of loud moans. I started cumming, squeezing my cock as I heard her almost shouting in joy on the other end of the line. As I shot my load and waves of pleasure rolled over my crotch, I heard her orgasm start to subside. Groaning in pleasure, I dropped the phone to wrestle every ounce of pleasure out of my cock. As cum sprayed over my couch and carpet, I slumped back in total release, feeling stunned and drained. I sat on the couch for a couple of seconds, regaining my senses and then picked up the phone. My caller had hung up. There was only a dial tone.

It was weird. My body felt great. My cock was slowly pulsing with post-climax vibes. But the dead phone made me feel kinda used, and kinda lonely. Why hadn't she stayed on the line? Why couldn't we get together and do the nasty in real life?

"Bitch," I muttered, putting the phone back in its cradle. 

I cleaned up, turned the sound back up on the Knicks, and watched the rest of the game in a kind of daze.

The next morning I called up Stoney and we laughed about the phonesex surprise. We must have spent a half hour trying to figure out who my mystery caller was. Stoney was convinced it had to be Maureen, an ex-girlfriend of his who always had the hots for me. I didn't think so, but I still couldn't place the voice.

A couple of nights later I was at home when the phone rang again.

"Hi Lenny."

It was my mystery caller. Again we brought each other to climax, this time taking things slower and me explaining in close detail how I'd tit fuck her. This went on for weeks. Every couple of nights the phone would ring and, bingo, we'd be talking and moaning each other into climax. At first I was a little frustrated, preferring to fuck her live rather than via Ma Bell. But after a week or so I started really getting into it, daydreaming fantasies at work and then playing them out at night. The phone seemed to free both of us up and we talked some wild shit. 

Three or four weeks after the first call, the phone rang.

"Hi Lenny"

"Hi baby," I answered. "I been thinking about you all day."

"Oh yeah, me too honey," she answered. "But listen, before we get going . . .are you going to be at Jack's party on Friday?"

Jack was another cop I used to partner with. He was having a party that Friday to celebrate his victory in the Department's boxing tournament. I was planning on going.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm gonna be there."

"Great," she said. "Bring your cell phone."

"Whoa," I said in surprise. "At the party?"

"No," she said. "Maybe we'll do something special"

"Tell me more," I answered.

"Later," she said. "Now, I'm wearing that thong you talked about the other night . . .and I've been thinking about that long, hard cock of yours all day."

With that, we were off to the races. After we hung up, I sat back and thought about Jack's party and what might happen. I had no idea but I sure wasn't going to miss anything.

Friday came around, and I drove over to Jack's. The party was going great guns - - lots of broads, good booze, and Jack, fucked up on tequila, giving us an instant replay of his championship match. I searched the faces but couldn't find any flickers of recognition. Stoney was there and so was the good-looking babe from his party. I started to chat her up but struck out again. Stoney's mom was catering this party too, and as I headed for the bar she stopped to offer me something from a plate of nachos. 

A little while later, I was trying to hit on this chubby Polish gal from the force when my cell phone rang. Excusing myself, I retreated to a corner and activated the phone.

"Hey baby." 

It was her. I scanned the room, looking for anyone using a cell phone. I could see Joey B, an old neighborhood friend, shouting excitedly into a phone across the room. No way.

"What's up lover?" I asked. "You here at the party?"

"Uh huh," she answered. "I'm waiting for you."

"What?" I asked. "Waiting. Where?"

There was a pause. I heard my phonelover take a deep breath.

"Jack's bedroom."

I smiled. "Where's that? I never been in Jack's bed."

"Not until tonight," she said with a laugh. "Go up the stairs, take a right. It's the door at the end of the hall. Don't turn on any lights."

"See you in one minute," I said as I heard her phone click off.

I made my way through the crowd, angling for the staircase. Once there, I walked up slowly, trying not to draw any attention. It was dark upstairs but I got to the top and took a right and then practically sprinted down the hall. 

At the door, I knocked lightly. Nobody answered. I opened the door slowly and peered in. It was too dark to see anything. I took a step or two into Jack's bedroom.

"Hey," I whispered. "I'm here honey."

Still no reply. I walked slowly toward the center of the room. I heard the door being closed slowly behind me.

"Shit," I whispered. "Where the hell are you?"

I felt someone close by.

"Right here, big boy," she whispered in my ear as I felt her arms snake around my neck.

We crushed our lips together and she crammed her tongue into my mouth. Almost whimpering with excitement, I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Soon, we were like a couple of carnivores, trying desperately and furiously to devour each others' mouths, our tongues lashing back and forth, each of us jockeying for position to get deeper and deeper penetration. She pressed me against the wall with her body and I circled my arms around her waist, pulling her hard and tight against me. I scooped up her firm, abundant ass in my hands and pulled her crotch against my hardening dick. She moaned as I rubbed her pussy mound against my cock. I could feel her big tits pressed against my lower chest. Quickly, I reached my hands down between her thighs and pulled her legs up over my hips.

"OH God, Lenny," she moaned. "Oh baby"

My body felt on fire. I stumbled forward looking for the bed as she clamped her thighs around my waist.

"Uh, uh . .. baby . .come on," she gasped.

I couldn't find the damned bed, so I sank to my knees on the floor and lowered her onto her back, our mouths still mashed together. I was neatly positioned between her legs so I reached down to pull her skirt up over her hips. Frantically, grunting in animal hunger, I reached up under her skirt to pull down her panties. 

"Oh yes, baby," she groaned as she unlatched her lips from mine and leaned her head back. "That's it . . .oooohhhh."

I managed to pull her panties halfway down her thighs and then quickly unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and pulled my cock out.

"Let me . .let me," she whispered excitedly as she grasped my cock in both her hands. "You're so big. Oh . . .baby . . .ahhhhh."

She began pulling on my dick while I groaned in ecstasy. Before I knew it, she was maneuvering my cock between her legs and then right to the edge of her pussy. I licked her neck and almost swallowed a charm she wore on her necklace. I could feel her cunt, hot and wet, beckoning the tip of my cock.

"Let's do it," I whispered hoarsely. "Come on, let's fuck."

I jerked my hips forward, but she parried my cock, letting it run across her bush.

"Yeah, yeah, ok," she said. "Let me just hold it for a minute."

With one hand still on my cock, her other hand slid under my balls and started to squeeze and massage them. I groaned in agony.

"Oh lover," she whispered. "I love your cock. I love it . . hmmmm."

It was too much. I reached down, yanked her hand off my dick, and took matters into my own hand. I started feeding my cock into her hot pussy. She groaned with every inch I slowly plugged in. Her cunt was tight and the feeling of my dick parting her cuntwalls was incredible.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh, yesssss. All the way . . .uhhhhh . .all the way baby . . .oh."

Once I was in up to my pubes, I stopped for a moment, relishing the feel of her cunt wrapped tight around my cock, relishing how perfect the fit was. She began twisting her hips and kicking her heels against my ass. I reached down and pushed her blouse up over her bra. I ran my hands over her bra-encased tits, squeezing them roughly, pinching the nipples. Her tits were big, really big, and soft.

"Ohhhhhhh," she gasped, putting her hands over mine. "That's it . . .oh yes . ohhhhh."

I could feel an orgasm starting to run its way down her cunt, vibrating along my cock. That was all the inspiration I needed. Slowly, I withdrew my cock until just the tip was lodged in her cunt. Then steadily, I plunged my dick back into her. As I entered her again, she let out a surprised squeak. She clamped one hand over her mouth, and I could hear her muffled moaning. I began to pump slowly and steadily, running my cock in and out of her, my whole body awash in the pleasure generated by the friction between my cock and her cunt.

"Mmmmm, mmmf, mmmf," my lover moaned in rhythm to my fucking. "Ohhhhh . .ohhhh . . .yeah."

We settled into a steady rocking, my dick pounding in and out of her, as she grunted in rhythm. I felt her hands on my ass cheeks, pushing me in deeper on the down stroke, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand on the out stroke. My cock was getting harder and harder. It was incredibly stiff, like I had an axe handle attached to my groin. Slowly I could feel the jizm churning in my balls. I was getting close to climax. I leaned down and stuffed my tongue into her mouth, and my lover, sensing my climax, wrapped her arms around my neck, crushing our mouths together, even as she began humping her hips up faster and faster to meet my speeding cock. I began to fuck furiously now, my hips torquing and twisting to ram my cock into her pussy as far and fast as I could. Panting, I lowered my head to her tits to concentrate on the searing pleasure running through my dick. As I banged away, she began pulling on my hair. I was lost in the pure pleasure of rabbit-fucking and felt nothing except my cock bloating and fattening with pleasure. 

As I felt the cum starting to course through my dick, I raised myself back up on my elbows and started a series of long, hard deep stabs into her pussy. 

"Ohhhh. . yeah," she whimpered, her own orgasm adding a tremor to her voice, "That's it baby . . .oh yeah . .cum baby . . .cum baby."

With her chant in my ear, my cock begain jerking load after load of jiz into her. My dick was exploding in pleasure. It was an orgasm that seemed to go on and on, minutes or maybe hours, as I emptied myself into her. I groaned and grunted with each spasm of pleasure, my face buried in the carpet next to her hair.

"Oh . . Lenny," she squealed. "Oh baby . . uhhhhhhh . ..yeahhhh."

She tightened her legs around my ass and pulled her hips tight against my crotch. With a last jerk, I finished fucking her and my hips sank down onto hers. We lay there together in stunned, exhausted silence, our chests heaving against each other. I took a deep breath and felt my whole body fall into deep, almost drugged relaxation. My lover barely moved at all except for her heaving tits moving in tune to her deep breathing.

"Oh honey," I finally whispered, dragging myself up out of the stupor I had fallen into. "Oh . . .that was some fucking good fucking."

She gasped a little laugh.

"And how," she said as she ran her hands over my shoulders and down along my back. "That was worth the wait."

I sighed and rolled off of her onto the carpet. The cold air embraced my wet cock, but I didn't care. I couldn't have moved a muscle if somebody had a gun to my head.

"Hmmmmm," my lover grumbled, pulling her knees up. "You wait here sweetie. I'll be right back."

I mumbled something in reply and saw her shadowy form slip through the bathroom door in the corner of the room. The bathroom light came on after she closed the door, and I remember thinking that I would finally catch a glimpse of my phonesex goddess when she came back out. I felt really drowsy and dopey. I recall dimly feeling her pull my boxers and my pants back up over my hips, and then the sound of my zipper as she redid my fly. 

The next thing I knew bright light flooded my eyes and I could hear Jack drunkenly shout, "Get off my fuckin' floor you fuckin' wasted asshole."

I groaned, put my arm across my eyes and rolled over. Jack kicked me.

"Get your fuckin' ass off my freakin' bedroom floor," he grumbled with a laugh. "Invite you fuckin' Italian assholes over for a party and you wanna camp out on my fuckin' floor. Ya fuckin' Sicilian guinea, dago, fuckin' wop."

I groaned again and told him to fuck off. Then, I heard him stumble into bed. I opened my eyes to Jack's bedroom, shook my head, and groped my way to my feet. 

Where had she gone? Shit, I thought to myself. Where the hell is that bitch? I stumbled out of the bedroom, down the hall, and walked down the stairs holding on to the staircase railing. I was groggy and sleepy. Downstairs, the party was over, bottles and glasses and ashtrays littered Jack's living room. 

Shit, I muttered to myself and headed out the front door.

I drove home with the sun rising in my face. Who the hell was this woman? I kept asking myself. Groggily, I recalled her body - - its thick but firm abundance, those massive tits, the wide hips and shapely legs. Jesus, I didn't even know what color her hair was. She could have been anyone. For a moment, I remembered the charm I'd almost swallowed as I kissed her neck. Was it shaped like a heart? or some kind of oval? I couldn't be sure. I pulled into my driveway, headed inside, and barely managed to make it to my couch. Maybe the phone would ring, I thought to myself as I drifted into a heavy sleep.

I slept in late the next day. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. Scrambling across my bed, I picked up the receiver expecting to hear my mystery woman. It was my friend, Stoney.

"Yo Lenny," Stoney practically shouted. "What's up with you, ya dick!"

"Wha?" I answered groggily. "What you talking about? Waking me up like this."

Stoney laughed.

"Where the fuck'd you go last night?" Stoney asked. "Rog and me was looking for you. We jetted early from Jack's. We went to BabyDoll."

BabyDoll was a local strip club. Slowly, I explained to Stoney how I'd fucked the brains out of my phonelover in a pitch black room. He almost died laughing. We spent a good fifteen minutes trying to figure out who it was, yet again. Stoney was convinced it had to be Luz, a thick, dark-skinned female cop whose ass and tits we often admired. I knew it wasn't Luz. Before I hung up, Stoney invited me over for dinner at his house that night. I agreed because his mom made kickass pasta.




Mystery Caller



I showered and shaved, took a jog, bought the paper, had some coffee and juice, and then headed down to the gym for a workout and a nice, hot sauna. By three that afternoon, I was feeling relaxed. I checked my phone machine: no messages. Shit. She could at least call me up to compliment me.

By five, I was in my car and on the way to Stoney's. Mrs. Santucci greeted me at the door. She was about 55, a sweet old motherly kind of broad. I headed to the rec room downstairs where Stoney and I watched some t.v. and drank some beer. I was famished, so after about an hour I headed upstairs. Mrs. S. was finishing up the spaghetti sauce in the kitchen.

"Hey, Mrs. S." I said. "I'm starving. Whaddya got to snack on."

Mrs. S. turned away from the stove with a big smile. I smiled too. Then I looked down and noticed her necklace. It had a heart charm on it! 

"I've got lots of good stuff, Lenny," Mrs. Santucci answered. "Here, try some of this cheese and bread."

She handed me a plate of cheese and bread while I ran my eyes over her body. She was no skinny mini; she was solidly built. Nice big tits. Small waist and big hips. I noticed her hair was about the right length. And then, I really concentrated on her voice.

"How you doing," I asked her.

"Just fine Lenny," she answered with a toothy smile. "How about you?"

Shit! My jaw almost dropped. It had to be her. The charm was right. The body was right. The voice was right. Stoney's mom! What the fuck! I was stunned but then as I regained myself I started to think about it. Stoney's mom was at both his and Jack's party; she catered both. Plus, she probably knew from Stoney what nights I was home and what nights I was out. Jesus. I was having phonesex with a 55 year-old woman. Worse, I had fucked a 55 year-old broad to oblivion and back. And, it had been good. No, it had been great.

Stoney's mom was washing some dishes at the sink. Her back was to me. Jesus, what the hell was her first name? She was always Mrs. S., or Stoney's mom, or Mrs. Santucci. Her first name? Then I remembered: Lisa. Lisa Santucci. I looked at Mrs. Lisa Santucci from behind. She did have a nice ass, full and swelling. And, her body was full of soft, plush curves. She had thick salt and pepper hair. And I remembered those big brown eyes of hers and that wide, full mouth. Thank God Stoney's dad was dead, bless his soul. I watched Mrs. S. shift from foot to foot. Her ass rolled luxuriously behind her. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. Shit, I thought, I'm getting a hard-on thinking about my best friend's mom while Stoney's in the freaking basement. My cock had a life of its own - - I could feel it crawling down the leg of my pants as I thought about the wild sex Mrs. S. and I had had at Jack's party. The old broad could really fuck.

I had an idea.

I turned around and went down to talk to Stoney. He desperately wanted a DVD player, but he didn't have enough cash. When I got to the basement, I told him I'd lined up a DVD player for him. He had to go down to Fat Jack's and pick it up. Fat Jack was a pawnbroker who ran a shop off Flatbush, a 20 minute drive. I'd forgotten that I told Fat Jack to expect tonight around six. If he hurried, he could make it in time. Stoney was all smiles and gratitude. He grabbed his car keys, told me to tell his mom to hold dinner, and left through the basement door. I flipped open my cellular and dialed Fat Jack.

"Jackie," I said when I hear Fat Jack's voice. "This is Lenny."

"Yo Lenni, how you doin'?" Jack asked.

I explained that Stoney was on his way, to give him a DVD player. I'll pay you back tomorrow Jack, I told him, and I'll through in another fifty if you can keep Stoney there for a half-hour.

"How am I gonna do that, Lenny?" Jack asked.

"I don't care how you do it you fat ol' Sardinian," I answered. "Just do it."

He agreed, and we hung up. Meanwhile, I headed back upstairs.

Mrs. S. was still washing dishes, her back to the kitchen door. Silently, I crept up behind her until I was a foot or two away. Then, I walked up behind her and put one hand on the sink edge on either side of her, trapping her. I leaned in, over her shoulder, my crotch tight against her full ass.

"Lenny!" She almost shouted as I moved my body into place. "What are you doing?"

She tried to back up, but I held her in place. I squeezed her between my forearms and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You slut," I whispered into her right ear. "You fuck me like that and then you leave me? Where's the gratitude?"

I could feel Mrs. S's body freeze at my words.

"L-L-L-Lenny," she stuttered. "I really .. .I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go!"

She squirmed but I held her steady, pressing her hips against the sink counter with my crotch.

"No more time for games, bitch," I muttered into her ear. "You know what you've been doing. And I do too. And, you know you loved it. You cock-loving old slut."

Mrs. S. flushed. She started breathing hard. But, she had stopped struggling. As I pressed my hard cock against her soft ass, I could hear her breathing quicken. 

"Lenny," she gasped. "Where's Stoney? My god. He's gonna kill you if he sees this."

"He's gone," I whispered in Mrs. S's ear. "He'll be gone for at least an hour."

I could sense her relief. Her body relaxed slightly, and I shifted my arms off the sink edge, up to her breasts. One hand on each breast, I started to squeeze and massage, pushing her breasts up and out, then mashing them together. Meanwhile, I started to slowly rotate my hips against her ass.

"Admit it," I said. "Admit we fucked on the phone. Admit we fucked at Jack's. You're the one.

Mrs. S. gasped. She started to melt into my arms, her body slowly rolling in rhythm to my thrusts.

"No," she said, then sighed low and loud. "No, it wasn't me. I'm just an old lady."

I snorted. "Some old lady. Admit it, you love cock. You love my nice fat cock."

"No, no," Mrs. S. moaned, throwing her head back onto my shoulder, thrusting her breasts into my hand. Her whole body was rising and falling as I dry humped her ass.

"Oh, yes," I said with a growl. "You're just an old lady who loves cock. It's alright baby. I've got plenty of it here for you."

Mrs. S. moaned.

"Oh, Lenny, oh," she groaned. "Yes, baby, yes, yes, it was me. I love your cock."

She turned her head, and our mouths met in a furious, tongue-whipping kiss. Electricity flowed between our bodies, each tensed with sexual desire.

"Why?" I asked her, pulling away from her lips and running my hands up under her blouse to pinch her nipples.

"Ohhhhhh, Lenny," she sobbed. "I was so tired of it. I'd been watching you ever since Lou died. You and Stoney. So full of life. So handsome. So full of energy."

She groaned as I undid her bra and wrapped my hands around her huge tits, weighing one in each hand. I grasped her nipples between my fingers and rolled them gently, then more firmly.

"Ohhhhhh, yes, oh baby," she cried out. "But, I had to worry about Stoney. What would he say? I'm his mother. It was all I could do. C-c-c-call you like that."

"Hmmm," I answered, running my tongue into her ear. "Uh huh. Now we don't need the phone. Do we baby? Huh?"

"Ohhhhh," she groaned.

I took my hands off her tits and started to undo the snap on her jeans. She began to writhe her ass against my cock, then she put her hands on her tits and arched her back. I unzipped her jeans, pulled my crotch away from her, and pulled her jeans down over her hips. There she stood, her jeans around her ankles, a pair of sheer panties stretched taut against her ass cheeks. It drove me wild and as I pulled her panties down with one hand, I tugged at my own jeans with my other hand. Soon her ass was free, and so was my rock hard cock. I pressed it into her fleshy ass.

"Ohhhh, Lenny," she moaned. "Oh baby, you know I love your cock. Uhhhh . . . oh baby."

With that, she reached around to grab my cock and siezed it in her hand. It was my turn to groan. I reached down across her belly with one hand to play with her pussy. I returned my other hand to massage her tits. We were frenzied: she yanking my dick, and me fingering her hot pussy and mangling her breasts.

"Stick it in, you slut," I groaned. 

She moaned and guided my dick into her cunt.

"Oh you fucking cock-hungry whore," I groaned. "Come on. Take my dick."

Mrs. S. moaned and I pushed my cock up through her cunt lips. As I entered her, she gasped and then pushed back on the sink, impaling her sweet pussy on my dick. I dropped my hands to her hips and gave a quick, forceful thrust. My cock was buried up to my pubes in her pussy.

"Oh yes," she shouted. "That's it lover. Ahhhhhhh."

Groaning, I shook my hips and then slowly began pushing and pulling her on and off my cock. I glanced down to watch her ass cheeks wobble as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy. Soon, I began building up steam, slamming my hips against her ass on each stroke. As she moaned in pleasure, I fucked her even faster, growing more furious as I saw her ass bouncing back and forth on my dick. 

"Ahhhhh," Mrs. S. groaned. "Fuck me, Lenny. Fuck me, baby. Ohhhhhh. Yessss."

My cock was hardening fast and my balls were slapping furiously against her ass. I shifted my hands to her shoulders and pulled her hard back against my dick for maximum penetration. She gasped, then seemed to choke with pleasure. Our crotches locked tightly together, I pumped her ass violently, shaking her whole body.

"Ohhhhh," she screamed. Then she began sobbing in pleasure. "Ahhhh . . .mmmm . . oh, Lenny. . . .ohhhhh ba-ba-ba-baby."

I was drilling her ass like I a madman. I broke out into a sweat and groaned. Mrs. S. jerked one hand off the sink edge and reached down to begin squeezing my nuts. That was it. With a tremendous burst, my cock exploded, shooting gallon after gallon of cum. Mrs. S. screamed. I shouted. My climax was over but my body just kept going, my hips pounding away at her pussy. Slowly, my brain and body caught up with each other. Huffing and puffing with exertion, I looped my arms around her waist and lifted her up with a satisfied groan. I held her there, in a kind of bear hug, for a few seconds, then with a final grunt I dropped her back to the ground.

"My god, oh my god, Lenny," Mrs. S. panted. "Oh lord. Baby."

We were both trembling, with pleasure and exhaustion, trembling in the wake of our sudden, surprising fuck. My chest heaved, and as I caught my breath my cock slipped out of her cunt. I paused. Then, I spun her around to face me. Her hair hung over her face, and I parted it to plant a kiss on her lips. Her eyes were dazed, her cheeks were flushed apple red. Her tongue met mine and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her waist pulled her to me, our wet crotches mashed together.

After a long kiss, we slumped onto each others' shoulders.

"Hmmmm," I sighed. "You sure know how to fuck."

I could feel her smile. 

"The feeling is mutual, baby," she whispered hoarsely.

We pulled apart, and I kissed her again. She smiled and leaned down to step out of her jeans.

"Oh my," she said. "Guess I better clean up."

"Uh huh," I answered. "We better get back to normal before Stoney gets back."

She laughed.

"Normal," Mrs. S. laughed. "I don't think we'll ever get back to that baby."

With that, she picked up her jeans and headed upstairs. I pulled my boxers up and then my pants. My legs were still shakey from all the fucking.

Mystery solved, I said to myself. Too bad I can't share the solution with Stoney. I chuckled and grabbed a beer from the fridge. A half hour later, Stoney came back from Fat Jack's, happy as a lark with his new DVD player tucked under his arm. We all sat down to a mountain of pasta and meat sauce.



Mystery Ch. 01



~To my love, who gave me back the power to dream, and more. I love you.~

She awoke at the first light of day, opening her eyes slowly, blinking at the painful brightness. She was dimly aware of the pain throbbing in the back of her head. She reached up with her right hand to rub the bridge of her nose, but what was that...? Her arm wouldn't move more then a few inches. It was then that she became aware of the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and the belt at her waist... and the chains. She was on her back and was starting to be aware of the weight of the chains connecting her confinements to each other. A small chain on either side of the belt were attached to the cuffs around her wrists, allowing her no more then five inches to move. Two long chains ran from the middle front of the belt down across her stomach and mound as they had fallen between her legs. She felt them on her skin again near her ankles, where they led up over her shins to the cuffs around her ankles. There was another, singular chain going up from the middle front of the belt, most likely to be attached to a collar of sorts, but it wasn't attached to anything now, the end of it pooled up between her full, firm breasts. She was covered by a rough, wool blanket which tickled and scratched her skin.

She stirred a little, turning her head cautiously to the left, her eyes scanning the room. At closer examination, she noticed the room was not that well lit, the light which had blinded her at awakening came from a small slit in the curtains, conveniently (or purposefully) arranged so that the beam of sunlight shining through was aimed at her eyes, causing her to see the room in an even darker shadow in her eyes. Her head turned to the right and she squinted at the light. She raised her head slightly then as she thought she saw a figure beyond the stream of sunlight. 

"Who... who's there... where am I... Why am I here...?" her voice was shaky, her throat dry and her mind still a blur. 

She didn't understand, she couldn't remember, she needed answers. There was no reply, just an icy silence. Slowly but surely, realisation dawned on her of her confinement, that she was tied up and she had no idea by who, that she had no idea of where she was. Her mind and thinking were slowly becoming more focused, though, and the more she focused, the more she panicked. She realised then, in shock, that her clothes had been removed, all save a string and bra. She couldn't move, and was afraid to, so she couldn't see, but she found the lingerie felt somehow... alien. She wanted to scream, fear seeped into her. At the moment she opened her mouth, she heard footsteps. So there WAS someone in the room! She lay as still as she could, listening to the sound like a frightened, cornered rabbit waiting for the predator to pounce.

A dark figure appeared at the left side of the bed. She couldn't make out much, whoever it was, the figure was wearing black robes of some sort, and a hood to cover the face in shadows. She stared up, wide-eyed. Again, her lips parted, but only a muffled scream came out as the figure reached out, apparently anticipating her reaction, and forced a latex gagball into her mouth. Her body stiffened in shock, tears began to brim in her eyes. The figure merely looked her over, then turned and left the room, leaving her behind. After a few minutes of silence, she finally got the courage to raise herself up with obvious difficulties, the blanket and lose chain dropping from her torso. Being out of the stream of sunlight, she let her eyes adjust to the shadows and looked down at herself. She was wearing a black lace quartercup bra and matching string under the belt, the leather of the cuffs and belt black as night, the chains a shiny silver. To her annoyance, mostly, she found herself getting slightly aroused by what she saw, about what had been done to her, and a certain curiosity started to develop. She waited, seated on the bed, her legs over the left side of the bed. She looked about the room while she waited and thought. The room was small and there was not much in it. The bed was the central object in the room, the head end of it to the wall, a simple wooden chair stood at the right corner, opposite the bed. The door was to the left side of the bed and to the left of the door, there was a small table with another wooden chair pushed against it. To the left of the table stood a small cabinet.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she tried to clear her mind, she needed to think straight, she needed to get out, even if curiosity was now nipping at the edges of her mind. She tugged at the chains, examining the way they were attached to the leather confinements, but they were well attached, and tight enough so she could not wring herself out of the cuffs. She sighed in frustration and decided there was nothing she could do for now, she would have to wait until she got an opportunity. She was a practical woman, and knew full well that in a situation where you yourself could not change anything, it would do you no good if you let panic take control. An odd shiver went through her, unexpected. In that moment, she closed her eyes, and saw a flash, a moment in time, a woman and a man. It went too fast for her to see the details, but the man was kneeling before the woman, and she was laughing. It wasn't a laughter of pleasure, it struck her as cruel, very cruel. She opened her eyes with a gasp, her eyes darting around the room. What was that, what did it mean? She did not get much time to think about those questions. She heard footsteps outside the door and looked up.

The door opened and the dark-robed figure of before stepped through it, turned, and closed the door. Then the figure turned to face her, the face still hidden by the shadows of the hood. She looked up at the person standing before her, her eyes questioning. Then, the figure spoke, the voice distinctively male and had an almost kind quality to it. 

"Listen carefully, Kiara..." he paused, studying her face, which had gotten a bit pale hearing he knew her name, "I will remove that gag for you, if you will be quiet. No one would hear you if you did, but it makes things a lot easier, for you. If you're good, I might even tell you why you are here..." He took two steps and stood before her, towering over her. She looked up at him, waiting for him to take the gag from her mouth. "Do you promise to be quiet?" 

She nodded her agreement, trying to keep herself calm, she needed to keep her focus on reason if she were to get out of the situation. He reached for the small ring attached to the ball, and pulled it slowly from her mouth. She sighed in relief and closed her mouth, happy to have the strain from her jaws. The man walked to the chair near the table, turned it and sat down, facing her. She looked questioningly, but remained quiet, instinctively sensing that talking would only gain her more of the gag, not the answers she needed. 

"You don't need to know much at this moment, yet, you're here to learn, and until I think you are ready for the next level of information, you will learn in any way I see fit," he started saying as he studied her from under the hood, " When the time comes, all will be made clear to you, and you will understand it all." 

She frowned in response, her eyes shifting left and right. She had more questions that needed answering now, apart from the obvious 'how do I get out of here?'. Why was she brought here, what was she to learn? 

The man seemed to notice this from the look on her face, and added; "You're here to learn to obey."

With those words, he stood and turned to the cabinet. When he turned back to her, he was holding a piece of finely worked leather in his hands. He walked up to her and put the collar around her neck. There was a small silvery ring attached to the front of the two-inch broad collar. He crouched before her, his face still raised to watch her as his hand grabbed the singular chain at the belt. In that moment, his fingertips brushed at her stomach, and the touch of it shocked her. She had not realised how wound up her body was, from fear and a certain arousal and she gasped. He didn't appear to notice it, and let the chain slip through his fingers until he was holding the end of it. He straightened himself and attached the chain to the collar. "Stand," he said, his voice suddenly quite harsh, demanding. She blinked once, and was about to object, but reminded herself she needed to get out, and struggling, specially with him in the room, would not do her any good. She stood up from the bed, her body only a few inches from his. He was taller then she was, by about four inches, she guessed. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning, afraid, yet curious about what was to happen now.

"Your first lesson will be knowing you will gain only by my grace. Your nourishments, your bath, your pleasure. Only when you beg for it, and only when I think you begged enough, will you get what you are working for." 

Her eyes widened and panic once more began to take control of her, but he didn't give her enough time to let it sink in. He attached a second chain to the collar, a leash of some kind and started for the door. When he felt strain on the chain, he yanked it, hard, not turning around to see the effect it had on her. She nearly fell forward, but managed to remain on her feet and followed him to the door. He opened the door and turned left down a dim corridor. The walls were a grey stone and gave her the impression she was in an old mansion or castle of sorts. Her eyes took in the rare pictures on the walls as they passed, they were paintings, looking very old. In all of them she seemed to notice one figure, as though the paintings were a series, which featured a woman. She had long, dark red hair, a skin as white as snow, and though the outfits and other people varied, she always seemed to have this cruel smile on her face while she tortured the others in the pictures in different ways. One picture featured the woman whipping a man tied to a pole. Another featured a young woman kneeling before her, hands tied behind her back as she was licking the redhead's naked pussy.

Kiara was too occupied and intrigued to notice the man leading her had come to a stop, and she bumped into him. He looked at her, and though she still could not see his face, somehow an uneasy feeling crept up on her, as though he were scolding her. She took a step back, her eyes firmly fixed on him as he opened a door to his left. He led her through it, and what she saw inside send a shiver through her body. A rectangular table was at the center of the room, it had shackles at all four corners. To the left head of the table, there was a sort of rack, with a three foot spreader bar up on top, shackles attached to either side of the bar. On the other side of the table from where she was standing, there was a chair. The armpads had shackles to them, a belt was attached to the back and there was something sitting in the seat, though she could not quite make out what it was from across the room. At the right head of the table stood a chair, made of wood, with a high back. The room was lit by a multitude of candles, and she could not make out a window. He led her around the table, to the padded chair. As they came closer, she was that the thing in the seat was a fake cock, about ten inches long, sitting upright and proud on the chair. She looked at the man as he came to a halt in front of the chair and looked at her. She flustered. Surely, he didn't expect her to sit down on that? 

"Slide your string aside and sit on the chair," the voice came from under the hood, as though he had read her thoughts. 

"You can't mean... No, I won't, you're insane, let me go!", she cried out, her panic finally getting the better of her. A cold chuckle came from the man as he nodded. 

"I do, and you will. I told you, you are here to learn, and learn you shall, by any means I see fit." She looked frantically around the room, tugging at the leash as she started to back away, but he was stronger, much stronger. He kept a firm hold on the leash and began to pull her closer as she struggled to get free.

"No... no please..." she called out as two hands gripped her upper arms. 

His hands went down her arms, to her hands until they reached her hips. He took both sides of the string and pulled it down her legs until it rested on her ankles. He straightened and urged her roughly in the direction of the chair. He turned her then to face him. She looked very afraid, panic flashing in her eyes, her body trembling with strain to break away. He tried to push her down on the chair, but she kept her body tensed. She caught a flash of a grin from the shadows under the hood, though not a pleasant one, it was a cold, humorless grin. With his left hand on her right shoulder, his right hand descended down her chest, in between her breasts to her stomach and down until it slipped in between her thighs. Another cry came from her as she tried to press her thighs together as hard as she could, but she was no match for his strong hand. His index and middle finger found their way between her pussylips and started to caress her. His fingers slipped into her pussy, feeling her wetness that, though she resented what was being done to her, had start to become more. 

She let out a groan, stirring as she struggled against the pleasure he was beginning to give her and her confinements. His fingers slipped out of her and traced their way to her clit, leaving a trail of moist. His fingers started to circle her clit, slowly and at a steady pace, pressing slightly as he felt it perk up under his fingertips, using the slick juices from her pussy. He placed her clit in between his index and middle finger and pinched it slightly. Her legs collapsed under her, but he quickly caught her right arm in his left hand and keeping her pussylips parted with his right hand, to slide her down on the fake cock on the chair. Inch by inch of it disappeared into her, making her let out soft moans, until she was fully impaled on it.She gasped, looking up at him, trying to get up, but failing. He reached out and untied her left hand, bringing it to the armrest and attaching the shackle, then followed the same procedure on her right arm. He took the belt at the back of the chair and strapped it around her waist. Seeming satisfied, he stood up and looked down at her. He took a small device from a pocket in his robes and turned to the table. He turned the wooden chair to face her, then sat down. 

"Are you thirsty, hungry? You must be, you've been here for almost a day now, being awake for the past five hours. You must want something to eat or drink," his voice sounded pleasant again. She shook her head, even if she was very thirsty. He fiddled with the device, and no sooner had he done that, or the cock inside her began to hum softly. She closed her eyes, her head rolling back as the unexpected vibrations sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Her nipples, already hard from her arousal, perked up even more as she shuddered.

"Now that is a lie," , the voice came back, calmly, "and I do want to make one thing clear. You are not to lie to me, I will know, and you will not get what you want through lying." 

She shifted in the chair, trying to tug herself free. He turned up the vibrator nestled in her wet pussy and watched her squirm as she lowered herself once more on the fake, vibrating cock, pleasure slowly taking over from fear and resentment. As suddenly as it had started, the vibrator stopped humming. She looked up at him, her eyes showing frustration. He smiled, leaned to the left of the chair and produced a glass and a bottle containing a clear liquid. He poured it into the glass and took a sip.

"Ah... fresh and cool," he said, still smiling, "Are you sure you don't want a sip?"

She looked at him, her eyes moving between the glass of water and him, unsure of what to answer, wanting the liquid, but also wanting the desire that was now burning, nagging at her, stilled. She nodded in response, feeling that if she wouldn't, she would not get either. 

"See, that wasn't all that difficult, was it?" , his voice sounded almost cheerful. She shook her head, her head lowered, avoiding his gaze. "Now, how bad do you want it?" She looked up suddenly, frowning. 

"Come on, Kiara, it's not all that hard, how badly do you want the water?" 

"I..." she stammered, unsure of what to do and say, wanting the cock to start humming again inside her, also wanting the water, "I really want some water, please... " 

He shook his head slowly. "Not nearly good enough." 

And with that, he turned the vibrator on again, watching her relish the feel of that long, thick cock as it pleasured her pussy, watching her chest rise and fall as her breathing became more irregular. He turned it up a bit further, watching the reaction of her body to the onslaught of pleasure rippling through her. She tried to arch her back, but was stopped by the belt holding her in place. Her head came up again, her eyes wide as she gasped and by the way her body tensed, he knew she was getting close to reaching orgasm. He turned the vibrator off and she moaned in frustration as the sensation of being tortured in such way had turned her mind from fear and wanting nothing so much as release of her pleasure. She squirmed on the chair, grinding herself against the cock, trying to feel it even deeper inside her, trying to push herself over the edge, but her orgasm was just out of reach. She looked at him again, trying to focus her attention on the glass of water. 

"P-please, I beg of you... Let me have a sip of water... I'd do anything to have just a sip..." her voice was laced with something more then just the desire for the water, she wanted to cum. 

"Are you sure now it is the water you want?" the man said back, his voice sounding amused and slightly husky. 

Her face reddened and she shook her head slowly. He stood up and walked over to her, taking the glass of water with him. Her eyes turned up to watch him. 

"Then tell me what you want, and I will grant you a sip of water." She blushed more, casting her eyes down to watch his feet. 

"I... I want to..." she whispered. 

"You want what?" his voice was strict this time, demanding an answer. 

"I want to come..." she finally said. 

His right hand reached out and, placing his fingers under her chin, he forced her to look up. With his left hand, he placed the glass at her lips and slowly began to tip the glass. She started to drink from the water offered to her. It was indeed cool and clear, and tasted as though it came from a spring. He tipped it faster then she could drink, and water started to spill across her chin, running down in small rivulets down her neck to her chest, across her almost bare breasts. Trailing down her stomach and under the belt and down between her legs. She moaned against the glass as the spilled water trickled down her pussylips. Once he gave her the last drop of water in the glass, he removed it and took a step back, seeming very pleased. Her eyes looked hopefull as his right hand took out the small box again that he had slipped back into his pocket. 

"Do you want me to give you release then? Knowing you only gain it through my grace?" She blushed again in shame, her mind battling her lust inside her. She wanted to cum, could feel her body burning, the muscles of her inner walls clamping around that fake cock inside her. She moaned. 

On the other hand, this was very humiliating. She didn't even know this man who was not looking at her nearly naked body writhing on that chair. How could she throw away her dignity so easily to the pleasures of orgasm, she could have plenty, but then again... She had never felt this aroused before either. Someone else controlling her in such a way, she found it very exciting. He noticed her doubt and turned the vibrator back on, setting it on a very low speed. She let out a low groan of animal like desire as the teasing began anew. She squirmed in the chair, rotating her hips this way and that. He turned it up. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, her head rolling back as her body tensed up more, preparing for the explosion of ecstasy she knew would come soon. Again, he turned up the speed, the strong vibrations causing shudders pulsing through her. She felt her juices run across her pussylips and grinded herself even harder against the humming cock. She rode it, much like she would when straddled on a real cock and she felt she was going to cum very soon. Just then, he turned it off, leaving her breathing hard, her body still bobbing back and forth for a moment longer as her mind registered that the humming had stopped. She groaned, her annoyance rising that he would not give her release and glared up at him. 




Mystery Ch. 01



She sat there even in all her weariness and thought of him.

They were to the world two spirits separated by nearly everything. But if you were to ask either of them they would tell you that the other completed them. Without the other either of them would be lacking in someone they had perhaps searched their whole life to find. Though neither of them would have ever expected that they would find it as they did.

She thought back to a night previous. To simple words he had shared with someone else that night. Those words, "I am submissive." They had served to bring life to a fire deep within her. it was not the implication of debauchery that served to arouse her. Instead it was that with that simple sentence he had begun to show that he was in fact developing. Perhaps there was hope for them yet. She felt that if he were able to embrace his dark inner passion then he would come to know true freedom. His body and his spirit would be able to experience pleasure the likes of which he did not know existed.

Slowly her tired mind drifted from intellectual thought. Her passion had been growing for some time. She had not told her lover of her feelings during the previous night. Nor had she really explained to him the passion that had been building inside of her. There was some part of her that feared she might remained forever unfulfilled. Eternally denied a lover aroused by the shadow as she was. That her life should be filled with moments, close, but never taking her soul to the dark depths it wished to visit. 

As her mind drifted even further she began to see them together. Her and her lover together in a simple bed. There were no elaborate knots. There were no thick bedposts. Instead it was their passion alone that held them there, bound by each other through their embrace.

He sat there, naked. Leaning back so that he rested using the palms of his hands. His legs outstretched before him, open slightly like a v. She knelt before him, careful to find a comfortable position. Neither of them wanted to deal with needless adjusting and moving on the account of hurried positioning. She leaned into him setting her hands on top of his own. Slowly she let her lips find his. As their lips brushed together she told him not to move.

Inching closer to him she lifted each of his legs over her own. She wanted to be sure that she could enjoy this for a good long while. She did not want to have to shift her position and give him reason to move in return. Instead as she continued to slide in closer to him she slid his hands closer to her. She teased him ever so slightly by lifting his hands to make moving them easier. She could tell by his reaction that he thought he was going to begin taking a more active role in the little game. Instead though she placed them firmly upon mattress once they had reached their desired position.

She was pleased now. The soft fabric and lace of her garment danced across his flesh. She moved her hands to his inner thighs as her lips lingered dangerously close to his own. She delighted in the purchase that her manicured nails found as they bit into the soft flesh of his thighs even as her teeth bit down into the flesh of his lips. She moaned tenderly as a soft gasp passed his lips. His display and the thoughts of this titillating dance they choreographed brought her nipples to full erection. He could feel them pressed against his chest and she knew that he would easily give himself to her. As much as she wanted to know him in that way she desired more for them to loose themselves to the darkness of their encounter.

She pulled her head back and breathed deep. She could almost feel the caress of the incense drift across her skin. So close now they were. She knew already that she was moist. She could feel the desire rolling off of him like it was a wave as tangible as those seen over blacktop on a scorching summers day. Using her nose her seductively nuzzled at his face. She bid him to turn his neck to her. Licking there tenderly even more thoughts danced across her inner vision.-

"We must not play to rough though. He is so tender after all."

Even with the thoughts of warning coming to her she would not be contained though. Her teeth bit gently into the flesh of his neck. The feeling of him pulling back served to create both a rising tide of passion and of annoyance within her. She knew he was trying to follow the rules while still getting away with whatever he could. In truth though, she would not have had it any other way. For this was as much a battle of wills as it was a battle of patience and of passion. Continuing to nibble and bit she made his way to his ear. She knew that her love was not fond of prolonged diatribes in situations such as these. And she knew that to expect too much in the way of feedback would only serve to disconnect him from the dark pool she wished him to be lost in. Instead into his ear she whispered only two words.-

"Beg me."

She laughed softly as he blinked. She loved these moments of confusion. She loved to actually watch his eyes and see the processing of information going on behind them. He had no idea what she wished for him to beg for. Yet that well hidden part of him churned knowing that he did not want to make a request of error. She cooed then, nuzzling close to his ear once more.-

"Beg me to allow you inside me. Find your words and tell me how badly your cock desires to be inside me."

Even as she told him this she moved back away from him. Before he had time to she roughly broke their positioning and directed him into a new position. When she was done he was on his hands and knees before her. She put her knees between his own and easily directed him to spread his legs a bit further. She could feel the mixture of emotions coming off of him. Part of his mind wanted to recoil, to refuse this. The other part of him though knew that anything could be coming next. That thrill and fear associated with surprise served to make his cock grow even larger then he thought possible.-

"You'll not have my pussy tonight." 

She told him with a cool edge to her voice.-

"You've not earned that. But if you beg well enough perhaps I will allow you to pleasure my ass." 

She knew that since she had discovered on her own what enjoyment she could take from within her tradesman's entrance that her lover had been unable to be rid of his own thoughts about pleasuring her in that way. As her hand traced the front of his thigh she issued her order again.-

"Beg me." 

"Give yourself over and convince me." "

You will get nothing and give nothing if you choose to keep to your quiet ways now or during any of what is to come." Even as her fingers continued to trace the flesh of his thigh she brought down her other hand against the pale flesh of his ass. Oh how it glowed in the soft illumination of the candlelight.

She closed her eyes. Her hips pressed against his ass. She could hear the words begin to tumble from his lips but she was not yet ready to listen. He had to prove to her how much he wanted this. The delicate fingers of her right hand found his member and fixed themselves around it firmly. Her left hand in answer were dragged down his back. Slowly and softly firm phrases passed her lips. Phrases with which she continued to tease and drive him forward with. She was sure to add an edge to her voice with which she caused him to think she doubted his sincerity. She knew that this game of wondering would drive him as crazy as her touch was. Finally his ass began to press in against her. His movements began to match her own and rise urgency. She laughed inwardly. For so long he had thought that begging was simply a matter of words. But now as he was placed there before her the very fabric of his body was beginning to beg her. Briefly she toyed with the idea of simply rising and leaving him there, but quickly she decided against it. Instead she merely asked him.-

"And what if I were to leave you right now? What then would you do?" 

He groaned loudly and pressed back against her even harder.-

"Please princess no! I think of only you. I'm not even thinking about what it would be like to get off right now. I swear it! Honestly, thoughts of making you cum are what's driving me wild!"

"Awww." 

She said to herself. His sentiments were edged with the tiniest amount of self serving bullshit and yet she knew that part of him truly was fascinated with the idea of making her cum. 

She turned him around then and made him sit with his hands on his thighs. she bade him to continue to tell her how badly he desired to pleasure her as she moved away and returned with a bottle of liquid "assistance." She kneeled down then just out of reach to her lover. She teasingly presented her ass to him and using her own juices coated one of her index fingers. Looking back over her shoulder and blew him a kiss and then as she closed her eyes she put her head back. Slowly her finger danced around her puckered opening. Even slower still she began to sink it into that opening. Even as she did so she continued him to carry on with his deviant lamentation. She lost herself to the sound of his voice filled with lust and need. She delighted in his tortured reply when she asked him how badly he wished he could be touching himself at that moment. She was so proud of him and he did not even realize it. Slowly she began to approach him. She sauntered back towards him and could feel his muscles tense as she came within reach. She looked back at him then. Slowly she withdrew her finger and as she did so she lowered her head and turned back to look at him. A loving and yet dangerous smile moved across her visage as her lips parted. 

"Puureow?" 

A phrase perhaps silly to some and yet perfect for her to use in this moment. It took him but a breath to be upon her then. His fingers digging into her ample curves. So tender he was that his member did not instantly force itself inside. Instead he seemed to delight in the skin to skin contact he found against her wetness. it was only after a breathless and extended moment that they then were lost to their passions.



Mystery Ch. 01



"All you need to do is beg me, Kiara, like you begged for the water," he said, noting her chagrin. 

"No... I won't, I can't... never..." she managed between breaths, desperately fighting to keep part of her dignity up. 

"Yes you can, if you want it bad enough," with those words, he turned the vibrator on again at a very slow pace, not nearly enough for her to work up to climax, but enough to tease her into a frenzy. 

Her hips started to move again, rolling back and forth and she looked helplessly up at him. 

" Want it turned up higher?" She nodded silently, lowering her eyes with a sense of shame. 

"You know what to do to have what you want," he said while turning and walking back to the table. She watched him sit down, calmly leaning back in the chair as he watched her watching him, waiting. She sat there for several minutes, her frustration building as he played with the speed, turning it up a little from time to time, then lowering the speed again when he thought she was about to reach her climax. 

Finally, her voice weak with lust, she mumbled; " Please... sir... I want to... I beg of you... allow me to cum..." No sooner had she said that, or the vibrator turned up to full speed. Her eyes bulged at the sudden increased pleasure. Her body stiffened completely. She felt the inner muscles of her pussy contract hard around the shaft of the fake cock, sending shivers all through her pussy. The world seemed to dissolve around her, she was alone with her sanctuary of pleasure. Her body didn't respond to her will anymore and swayed rhythmically on the chair as her climax engulfed her, consuming her. She was dimly aware that she was crying out at the feelings she was experiencing, then all sounds, smells and view faded. 



Mystery Ch. 02



Mystery Ch.02 - The Dream

In the darkness of her mind, she stirred. The mist was clearing and she found herself walking through the dark corridor where the odd pictures of the red haired woman hung. Somehow knowing she was existing in a dream. The chains, cuffs and belt had been removed, though she still wore the collar, and a satiny black dress. The dress was of an ancient design, almost as though from the dark ages, if it had not been for the strange twists in the design of the dress. It had a tight bodice, running up from her midsection to just below her breasts, but her breasts were not covered by fabric as was usually the case, they were bare, exposed. The skirt was long and flowing, but was open at the front, all the way from her feet up to the bodice, and under the dress, she was naked. To finish it off, she wore long, black, velvet gloves. 

She would have been worried had she been wearing this outside the safety of her dream, but now, it didn't seem to bother her, being alone and in this dream. She slowed her pace as she reached the end of the corridor and arrived at a wide, stone staircase leading down. Candles were burning on metal candleholders on either side of the stairs, a thick black carpet leading down the stairs. She carefully looked both ways along the corridor... no one was there. Starting down, she kept the skirt up a little so as not to trip and fall, but this caused the opening in it to part slightly, showing her neatly trimmed pussy. She wasn't aware of this, though, not until she reached the end of the staircase and looked up, straight into a piercing pair of blue eyes.

Being surprised by this sudden encounter, Kiara took a step back, forgetting the stairs behind her and stumbled as she tried to keep her balance. Strong hands gripped her upper arms, steadying her. She found herself blushing as she studied his face and the icy realisation of the way she was dressed dawned on her. He smiled, a gentle smile, one of sympathy and understanding. When he was sure she had gained her balance again, he let go of her. The eyes of the man roamed her body and with her arms now free, she reached up to cover her bare breasts with her hands. He took her wrists and gently urged her hands away.

"Come." He finally said, his voice kind and hauntingly familiar, though she could not quite place it. "You have been chosen and invited to watch, we're pleased you're here."

The expression on her face reluctant, her eyes scanning the grand hall to find an exit or a hiding place. Finding neither. So she was forced to be dragged along to the left, to two ornate wooden doors. The man, still holding her by her right wrist, tapped on the door with his free hand and almost instantly, the doors were opened, giving them admittance to the room beyond. As soon as the door opened, her eyes fell on a large, black chair, looking more like an ornate throne then anything, and the woman sitting in it. It was the red haired woman she remembered from the pictures. The doors opened further, giving a full view of the room where several people, in pairs and groups of three or more, were engaged in sex. Feeling the blush rise from her chest to her neck, reaching her face, she averted her eyes, looking at the ground before her for a moment.

Hesitantly, her eyes came back up again, scanning the room, but constantly, her eyes were drawn back to the woman on the large chair. On each side of the chair stood a naked man, both men wearing a black collar to which a chain was attached. The other ends of the chains were fixed to metal rings at each side of the chair. A woman with short, brown hair was kneeling before the redhead, denying Kiara to see beyond the midsection. Long red hair cascaded along the bare, pale shoulders, a cruel grin set on the woman's lips. Full, firm breasts were clad in what appeared black, leather, strapless corset. Though she never had an interest in women, sexually, Kiara silently thought this woman was a stunning sight to look at.

Quite suddenly, she was brought back to attention by a hand on the small of her back, gently urging her onward, into the room. Carefully placing one foot before the other, she moved further into the room, followed by the man. He eyes wandered as they moved along, taking in the activity on either side of the room. They passed a couple on the right. A blonde, muscular man and an equally blonde woman. He was feverishly licking her clit, pulling her pussy lips wide apart, offering a perfect view of her shaved, glistening cunt to all who wished to see. While he was licking her, he had straddled her face, so she could suck him, and, from what she could see, the blonde girl was enthusiastically deep throating the man's hard member. Kiara averted her eyes, but they darted to the left, as if having a mind of their own, or perhaps because she secretly enjoyed watching, however unwilling to admit this.

A dark haired, petite girl was tied, eagle spread, to the wall, her feet spread with a thick, iron spreader bar. There were two more girls to either side of the tied up brunette. A blonde and a redhead. They were taking care of the brunette's small breasts, sucking on her nipples while fingering each other. Kneeling before the girl was a man, bald, but no older then Kiara, she judged. He was pushing a large, black dildo in and out of the shackled girl's tight pussy while lapping her clit with his tongue. The girl was shrieking in pleasure as she seemed to reach her orgasm, her body spasming and jerking against the restraints. The man relentlessly continued pumping the fake prick in and out of the girl’s sopping cunt as the girls taking care of the petite’s breasts also seemed to reach their peak, their hips bucking, pushing themselves against the other’s hand. 

Bodies entangled with each other, lay sprawled across the floor. Hips bucking, grinding, swaying, thrusting. Women riding cocks, grinding their slits into the faces of men and women. Men having women suck their cocks, fucking cunts, asses… Kiara could feel her pussy getting wetter, burning with the need to be filled, to cum.

Quite suddenly she was pulled to a halt by a strong hand on her left arm. Looking up, Kiara’s eyes met the young man’s blue eyes and he gave a single nod, as if indicating something, for her to look ahead.

Turning her head slowly, she found herself face to face with the redhead.

“What have we here…?” it came from the red haired woman, her voice laced with a velvety quality, though the commanding tone in it was unmistakable. She ushered the woman who had apparently been licking her exposed pussy, out of the way. 

“It is our guest, Mistress, on your request.” the young man spoke, his eyes averted, looking at the boots of the woman he called mistress. 

The redhead kept the man in her gaze for a moment longer before turning to Kiara. “Yes… Our little guest.” An evil looking grin appeared on her lips just before the tip of her tongue slipped out to lick her full, red lips slowly. “I have plans for you, little one”

Kiara’s eyes widened with fear and she took a step back, only to be caught by two strong hands encircling her upper arms.

The men who had earlier been standing on either side of the redhead’s throne, were now on either side of Kiara, keeping her an inch or so off the floor by her upper arms. The redhead, standing before Kiara, smirked triumphantly at her. She produced a short, thin whip, one normally would use on a horse, and began tapping the end of it against the palm of her left hand. “The rules, my little pet, are simple. My name is Dennah, but you will from hence forth call me Mistress. Is this understood? “ Dennah’s voice made it clear there was no possibility to argue, but Kiara’s fear was too great to answer. It all seemed to real, as though somewhere, she had crossed the boundaries of dream and reality, as if this were a nightmare come true for her. Her head jerked up at feeling the back end of the whip tap her chin harshly, her eyes meeting Dennah’s.

“Y-yes M-Mistress…” she finally managed to get out.

Dennah then snapped her fingers, the men on either side of Kiara nodded as one and with their free hands pulled Kiara’s skirts aside, revealing her naked, wet cunt. Averting her eyes, Kiara tried to wake herself up, to free herself of the humiliation that felt all too real. “Mmmm, a horny little bitch, aren’t we, my precious?” she could hear Dennah say, the voice reminding her of nothing so much as a snake. She didn’t reply, didn’t want to give in to the humiliation inflicted on her by a dream. A surprisingly sharp flash of pain in her right breast made her cry out and try to get away, but the grip on her upper arms tightened while Dennah viciously twisted Kiara’s right nipple, making the tiny nub of flesh harden at the sensation. “Answer the question, bitch.” Dennah hissed as she leaned her face close to Kiara’s, twisting the nipple further, making Kiara’s eyes water with the painful sting. 

“Y-yes Mistress… Aaaah…” she finally managed.

A self-satisfied smile set on her lips as Dennah let go of the nipple, giving Kiara’s exposed pussy a tiny slap with the whip. Kiara gasped, but didn’t flinch. Dennah sat back on her throne, watching Kiara before her. She made a flicking movement with the whip. The two men bent down and spread Kiara’s legs about 3 feet apart. 

“Anthony.” Dennah looked at the dark haired man. 

“Yes Mistress?” The reply came attentively. 

“Get on your knees before her… Sniff her, tell me how she smells.” 

Kiara’s eyes shifted carefully to gaze at the man whose name had been hidden up until that point. Blue eyes stared back at her as he slowly lowered himself to his knees, eyes that were seeming to be pleading her for something he was unable to voice in the presence of his mistress. Her lips parted, ready to speak, but Kiara was unable to muster a voice, for Anthony had already leaned forward, his nose ticking her nether lips as he inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of Kiara’s wet pussy.

“Smell like…” He hesitated, again the look in his eyes as he sat back on his knees. ”She smells like a bitch in heat, Mistress…” His eyes remained fixed on Kiara’s, her on his, she couldn’t help it, couldn’t drag her eyes off those haunting blue eyes. Dennah had noticed and with a wicked smile on her lips, she now stood behind Anthony, grabbing his hair and pulled his head back sharply. 

“You fancy her, slave?” She hissed down at him. 

Swallowing hard, looking up at Dennah’s fired up eyes, he finally managed to whisper. “No… Mistress, I serve but… to please you, Mistress, I would… never even dream of wanting… another woman.”

With a shove of her hand, Dennah released Anthony’s hair and turned to her chair, taking a piece of black cloth to hand. “Tie his hands behind his back.” She ordered, and sure enough, the woman who had been kneeling before Dennah at first, walked up and tied Anthony’s wrists together with leather shackles and an iron chain. Anthony didn’t resist, his eyes carefully trailed up Kiara’s body, until they met her eyes again, for but a moment, then there was darkness.

Dennah had tied the black cloth around Anthony’s head, blindfolding him. “We’re going to play a bit now, my pet.” She whispered, almost threateningly. “You will lick this bitch’s pussy until you feel she is about to cum, or until I tell you to. You will think of me constantly, and me alone. And under no means is she allowed to cum. Is that clear, pet?” 

“Very clear, Mistress.” Came the reply.

Dennah sat back on her throne and clapped her hands, once. Anthony leaned in at the sound of the command and with the tip of his tongue, began to explore Kiara’s pussy.

She gasped at the touch of his tongue snaking in between her pussy lips and almost instinctively had the urge to jump back, but she was held tight and there was no way these men would let her go, disobeying their mistress’ command. They each had a foot hooked behind hers, so she couldn’t close her legs. It was as though she were cuffed eagle spread by human shackles. She tried one more desperate attempt to get free, jerking her body as hard as she could, but to no avail. In the struggle, her body had shifted, and Anthony’s tongue had reached beyond her lips to the drenched, pink flesh beneath. She felt his tongue slide all the way back, to where her cunt lips joined, right behind her pussy hole, all the way up to her clit, where he traced the aroused nub with the tip of his tongue, stroking it, rolling it over her clit, pressing his tongue against it as he changed the pressure.

Kiara moaned, her head rolled back on her shoulders. She closed her eyes and took in what he was doing to her. She was aware of eyes watching her, but she was once again in that state of drowsiness, having the knowledge this was a dream, even though it felt incredibly real. The pleasure he gave her with his tongue was indescribable, and perhaps it was that which made her fall back into that drowsy state, but she enjoyed it, craved it, needed it. As if he could hear her thoughts, his tongue moved back, dipping into her tight cunt as Anthony tasted her juices, sucking them off his tongue before going back to lapping her clit. He leaned up further, his lips enclosed her clit and he started sucking on it feverishly while the tip of his tongue still circled her clit. Kiara’s hips bucked at the tongue fuck he was giving her, and she felt that she would soon cum. She knew he too was aware of this, but he didn’t stop as Dennah had told him. Dennah… Kiara’s eyes opened wide, staring straight at Dennah, who had pulled up her right leg and was having her female servant licking her pussy while she watched Anthony lick Kiara.

Kiara’s lips parted, she wanted to warn Anthony, but she couldn’t manage a single coherent word. Her juices were dripping down Anthony’s chin, but he tried to lap up as much of it as he could before he would concentrate on her clit again. He swallowed a mouth full of her nectar down, relishing the taste, then leaned in again, thrusting his tongue as deep as he could into her cunt, trailing the tip of his tongue along her inner walls. Kiara moaned loudly, a sound filled with lust and desire and he knew, she would soon be cuming, hard. His lips once more enclosed her clit and he began to slowly suck on it, building up his pace as his tongue pressed against Kiara’s hard little clit. Tears stung Kiara’s eyes as her orgasm overtook her without warning, leaving her thrashing violently in the grip of the two men. She cried out as pleasure surged through her body, emanating from her pussy. 

Quite suddenly, Anthony was being pulled away from her. Dennah had pulled him back by his hair, her face a vision of anger. “Let her go.” She shouted at the men holding Kiara up. They instantly complied, letting the exhausted frame of Kiara drop on her back behind them. She scrambled back a few feet, watching as Dennah gave instructions to her two male slaves to pick up and hold Anthony. He didn’t resist. His blindfold had dropped off during the hassle, and now, his piercing blue eyes were once more on Kiara. The look in them apologetic, but on his lips a small smile, which quickly faltered after the first, harsh lash of the whip Dennah was wielding. 

Kiara winced, watching in horror as Anthony’s back was assaulted by the hard lashes which had started to demand blood. Kiara got up, steadying herself as best she could as she reached out. She wanted to yell, tell Dennah to stop, but her voice failed her. She reached for Anthony’s right hand. Their fingertips touched and at that instant, everything faded into darkness.

Kiara opened her eyes, closing them again against the light. She was in the little room again, the room where she’d woken up before and she lay, panting, on the bed, shackled to it by her wrists and ankles.

“What is going on here…?“ She thought.



Mystery Ch. 02



He knelt there. Face in the corner. He always knew it would come to this. Still though knowing and experiencing were two different beasts all together.

Surprisingly he was not as uncomfortable as he had thought he would be. His pride grabbed a-hold of him then and he glances around without removing his forehead from the wall. He found it rather odd how she had stuffed animals built up on the corner of her bed here in this corner. He smirked slightly. That was just one of those things he loved about her. She had that true predatory streak in her you knew you had not dare awaken let alone cross. And yet instead of pulling a carcass of some defeated beast into the trees with her, eww, she made her own form of little nest.

He heard an office chair move in the other room and snapped back to attention. He knew his pride couldn't save him now. Though some part of him had considered off and on again what his chances were if he tried to take control. He did want to submit, the thought of it send tingles all over his body. But then he realized that even without an elaborate set up she was going to test his boundaries. Over the months they had been separated she had already sacrificed so much to strengthen his mind and spirit. Now that she had access to his body he wondered if he would be able to handle it all.

It grew quiet.

He thought briefly about what had brought him to the position he was now in. He thought it said a lot about her knowledge of his mind that he knelt here now unrestrained. He could rise up and saunter into the room she was in. And she would take one look at him, give him that look, and say to him as she walked away from him that this was not all a game. He didn't want the silence that he knew would follow that event. 

He had known she was in a mood. She had been trying to be tender and caring with him as she most often was. But his own insecurity and desire to remain rather care free and child-like had brought out the dry wit. He knew his behavior could be annoying. He didn't honestly mean to be annoying but he had not the experience yet to have had developed a razor-edged wit the likes of which she had. So he had pushed her until her frustration grew too great. 

"If you're not going to take our time together seriously and talk with me then fine. I can almost tolerate that. But I'll not tolerate you laying here with me acting like you're more interested in playing with crayons then at least listening to what needs to be said."

She stared at him then. That cold stare she was capable of managing where those hazel, though today they were very blue, eyes seemed to have flames licking around their edges. He knew it was useless to try and play off what he had done but he tried to anyway. And that's what did it.

"Don't insult my intelligence or your own. You know exactly what you were doing. Now if you do not mind, and frankly even if you do, take off your drawers and get into the corner."

He had of course done as she requested. At the time though the horny pup in him figured this interlude would be brief. It had gone on for some minutes when he called out and asked her if she was getting all sexy for him. He could almost hear her fizzle in the other room. Quickly he tried to add that he had not meant to imply that she was at anytime other then sexy when she cut him off.

"You really should give up on speaking at this point. If you'd like I can always help you. Which will it be? Krazy Glue or Duct tape?" He wasn't about to reply. He even managed to choke back the comment he had been about to offer her. He knew his pale attempt at cheek would not be taken well at this point. 

He through all of this was inspired by her though. As full of pout as he wished to be he knew he needed this. Perhaps if he had long ago found his own inner strength he would have rebelled against this. But long ago he had given up. It seemed more frugal to let others with more experience decide the path. To some extent he realized one could say he was doing the same now. But deep down he knew that she had let him decide to be here. It had always and would always be his choice. She had said to him more then once - 

"No. You always have a choice. At the end of the day all you will have is yourself and the choices you have made. Never let someone take away your power to decide."

God! She drove him wild! 

Just as he began to think of her as some sultry old world philosopher. The likes of which entire towns would whisper about. He heard the chair move again. This time there was real movement involved and not so much just a creak.

He heard her move off down the short hall and enter out into the living room. He had hoped she would be coming right here. He heard the ting-ting of dish-ware being put in place and water run for a moment though it was very faint. Yeah, that was just like her. Even more-so when she was perturbed would she make sure everything was done properly.

A moment of silence. Every muscle in his body tensed. He even felt a tightening in his crotch and he bit into his lower lip as he pressed his head into the corner. 

"God! I'm so sorry!" 

He thought. 

"I need her so bad right now! Let her come in, please! Let her come in!"

Silence reached his ears again. But then he heard the kitchen door slam the way it did even when you hadn't meant to slam it. Was she still mad? Wasn't she? Good choice! Game well played! The slider to the back yard opened. She told the dogs to get out before it to closed. "Schnick!" It too was locked. A moment later he heard her enter the hall. Well. Not so much enter the hall as close the hall door. Silence again. For a moment as the air conditioning kicked on he lost place of her. He shivered a bit as the cold air hit his body. Nothing "important" would be affected because of his position in the corner but still he could feel some hair some to stand on end. In his mind he was be stalked. He knew he could run or try to defend himself. But did he really want that? Wouldn't it seem a bit odd to have been positioned here for what, half an hour? Maybe longer? Then suddenly say the game was ended. A voice deep in his psyche somewhere screamed at him-

"You're a filthy little slut. You know you wouldn't mean it even if you did say it. You want your buttons pressed and your skin bitten! Filthy...filthy little piggy."

He moaned ever so slightly. At that exact moment her head slipped inside the doorway to her room.

"What was that?"

Could he possibly fit anymore of himself into the corner? He was sure as hell trying! He heard a contemplative, "Ermm-Hrrrm." Pass her lips. He felt her weight on what they affectionately called "her kitty bed." Which really was nothing but a futon mattress done up in grand style on the floor. He had felt bad at first that she did not have more. But now part of him took great strength from and had great love for the fact that she always did so much with so little. In a way this simple yet elegant set up to her room was a physical example of just what he knew she was doing with him. Taking something functional, yet unremarkable, and putting her touch on it.

Nothing then for a moment. But then.....

A finger ever-so-gently traced a line from his crack all the way up his back to his hair line. He felt her fingers enter his hair and tug back gently. Even at this the butterflies in his stomach roared to life. He kept his eyes pressed closed as she gently pulled his head back and leaned down. Her chest pressed into his back as her teeth found a high spot on his shoulder. He grimaced as they bit into that soft fleshiness not far from where his neck met his shoulders. Was she going to draw blood this time? Really? No, she stopped well short of that. But she blew across the now wet spot. His body tingled even more. 

She kissed up his neck and found his ear. Instead of licking or sucking on it instead she pulled his head to the side a bit with the hand still locked in his hair and nuzzled him. He knew how much it bothered her that for whatever reason she could not imitate the sound of a cat purring. But in his mind he could hear it. He could feel the gentle rasping against his skin. Again thoughts like this were not the kind he ever thought he would entertain. Now though there was something fundamentally erotic about such a predatory display.

She then pressed up against him. He thought it adorable how much she acted the "thruster." He pushed those thoughts from his mind, and quickly. He had learned very fast that when she was in a mood it was not in anyones best interest to think of her as cute and cuddly. Boy was she ever in a mood!

She reached around then sliding her free arm around him. Her fingers found his nipple and she began to play with it. Gently at first, but it didn't take long for her to begin pulling at it and twisting. At the same time he felt her fingers slide from his hair and drop to what little he had in the way of hips. As her head rest against his own he heard soft words enter his ear, though soft they were they demanded an answer.-

"You want it bad don't you?"

He nodded softly. "Yes Mistress." "I'm sorry Mistress.."

Her fingers dug into the flesh of his hip at the same time as her others pinched down hard on his nipple.

"I asked a single question. If I want to know more I will tell you!"

He moaned softly. It was a love-hate relationship being in trouble was.

Her hand slipped down his chest and her weight forced his shoulders against either side of the corner. Her free hand took his sac into it and she began to massage his sac with a firm grip.-

"You're such a filthy little piggy!" "I know how bad you want it."

She broke from him then and backed away. "Rut-roh." He thought.-

"Turn around. Remain on your knees. Do not rise nor look at me and lean back into the corner. Keep your hands behind you."

He did as he was told. His cheeks were flushed with excitement and he was only too glad to keep his eyes lowered.

As he leaned into the corner his mind began to race. He was so exposed now. He had not realized it but when he was facing the corner he felt an odd sense of safety. Some part of his "intelligent" mind knew she would never harm him from behind. Even in all her wickedness he knew there were certain things in her mind one simply did not do. But now, he was in a position that invited anything.

Even as he completed that thought he felt the fingers of both her hands find his hips. She had called him tiny once and in this moment he knew regardless of his true body size she would have called him that. When she had said it he thought she was truly speaking about his stature. Now though he realized she was commenting on something far deeper a part of his psyche.

She pressed against his and her tongue trailed over his chest. He had heard her speak before on blowing over areas one had licked but the damnable air conditioning was doing that work for her. He didn't even have to look to know both of his nipples were harder then he had ever thought they could get. He had never realized he could be so aroused without what he regarded the nuts and bolts of the sex act. 

She began to nip at his skin as she moved her way across and up his torso. Her hands began to move behind him to his arse, massaging as they did so. Soon her teeth found purchase in the soft flesh of his chin. Again, in some part of his mind he heard her purring. The soft vibrations of such imagined sound seemed to work their way through every fiber of his being. - 

"You've been a bad little boy you know Childe."

"It's not the first time I know. But you dare to act that way in my own home this time?"

"Tsk-Tsk!"

"For that reason alone I have decided to show you just how serious I can be."

She pulled away from him then but her hands remained on his arse. Gently but with firm direction she pulled him out of the corner. He had no idea what she was going to do now. No idea at all. As she moved him forward his hands dropped slightly. They slipped between a pair of stuffed animals in the corner and brushed against something hard. Plastic? His mind raced as his knees shuffled him forward. It was on a mission to match that brief sensation his fingers had had with a picture of an item. Knowing her the only thing his mind could think of was...

"Oh know. Was that the pump from a bottle of lubrication? Shit. Okay. Think. What the fuck is about to happen!"

She seized on his moment of hesitation and turned him to face away from her. Even as her hands moved further up, back to his hips, she moved behind him.-

"I don't want to restrain your hands."

"Actually it is my home that you will remain completely through what we are about to experience."

"But if you get per-persnickety I will not hesitate to put you in a completely hopeless and humiliating position."

"If it comes to that you'll remain that way until my roommates return home. And what do you think they would have to say about seeing you in such a "good-bitch" position, Hrm?"

Cripes! He had no doubt in his mind that she was capable of that.

As one hand dug into his hip another was placed firmly upon his back. Pulling back with one and pressing forward with the other it became clear what she wanted. He was going to be bent over.-

"You may place your hand where you find them most comfortable."

"Rest your head on my pillow. But there will be no burying your face in it."

"I will hear every sound you make loud and clear. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress." He felt her rise then and step away. He was so lost in the moment that he now realized he had not yet opened his eyes. He kept it that way. Even as he heard the tell-tale sound of a lighter igniting. By the time he heard her door close, and lock. Then her presence beside him as she stepped on to the bed to close...and lock the window he could smell the intoxicating scent of her incense fill the air. Ironically he had purchased it for her. He had done it simply because he knew how much the scent meant to her and she had only two sticks left. But now he realized that in doing so he was inadvertently assisting in his own corruption. "You always have a choice!" Her words from a time past echoed through his head. There really was something to her teachings. How could he ever have doubted this?

His mind was not allowed to drift to far though. She was behind him again and this time he felt more flesh against him then he had previously.

Her fingers found each of his cheeks and began to massage them. As they did his hips began to rock slightly Wait, shit! He was encouraging her! What was he thinking?

Before he had time to think anymore he felt her teeth bite into one of his cheeks. It stung. It pinched. But it....felt good? Rational and irrational thought began to collide together in his head as her teeth moved to their sister cheek. He heard her moan deeply as her fingers dug deep as did her teeth. He realized again that he was rocking his hips in a gently sway. -

"Mmm. You are a filthy little piggy."

"And here when I called you a dirty little bitch you wanted to argue it!"

She laughed then. That naughty little sound she made that told you she had seen right through you. It told you that you never had a chance. He inhaled sharply as her statement concluded. Her tongue had found his way to the small of his back. The top of his crack in fact. It did not stay there long though. It began to tease its way lower. Still her fingers played with his skin. Raking, digging, teasing. Pain, pleasure. Right now he was feeling all of it and some part of his mind told him to just wait. It was only going to get worse. Or was that better?

Her tongue found his rosebud then. He could feel his body flush at this. It was his first time. Though they had joked about this event many times it was quite different to be so totally exposed. It was an experience to say the least. Warm alternating with coolness from the breeze of both her breath and the air conditioning. Embarrassment and arousal at the same time. His fingers fond the sheet beneath them both and they began to curl. Already he could feel his member begin to stiffen incredulously. As if it were saying to his mind, "Screw you buddy! I don't care what you think about this but I am loving it!"

With precision timing her tongue darted inside his pucker. Ever so slightly at first. But it did not take long before he felt the cool metal ends of her jewelry brushing up against him. Even as he realized this he noticed he was begging her to do nothing less.

He had for lack of a better thought to his mind began to ride her face. He was certainly acting the part of greedy little piggy. No wonder she had called him as much. He was even using his hands and wrists now to aid in his movements. Even as he began to act hungrily she stopped. Damn her and her impeccable timing!

She rose up and pressed her hips against his. Her hips rocked against his. Her hands were raised up and onto his back and slowly they worked their way down the length of his torso.-

"Remember. I want to hear everything."

"You know what I will do if you try to keep anything from me."

He knew without a doubt that he was going to remember this experience for the rest of his life.

She leaned into him then. He politely pressed back against her. He knew she was reaching for something off to the side and he was only too happy to act as a resting post to assist her. Some simple part of his mind danced to be touched by her. Even this momentary contact thrilled him. He didn't think it possible but his member grew even harder.

She was back then. One hand dropped to his hip. The other did not follow though.

Instead within a moment or two he felt a gently knock at his back door. It was barely a knock at all but he realized now he was correct about what he thought he had felt in the corner.-

"I love you Childe."

As she said this her finger slipped gently inside of him. Honestly he was shocked. Not at the violation but at her temperance. Some part of his mind, he supposed, had been totally fixated on all those smutty stories he had read and shifted gears to. That same part of his mind had not fully explored this type of connection. What it would truly be like to be in this position. God! Even in this she was teaching him things he never knew existed. Every cell in his body was experiencing both a physical and emotional sensation at the same time!

He pulled away slightly. Her grip was firm though and she was not plunging her finger into her depths. This was not so bad. What had he been worried about anyways?

It was then that it happened. Her finger slipped further inside him then he expected it would. Clearly, he had relaxed some. Was that a bad thing? Even as he thought as he did a moan escaped his lips.-

"Good Childe."

God! Her voice! That sultry mix of dark and light! It was as if someone had set off a giant tuning fork. His entire body resonated a hum. He had to experience more!

As if in true psychic form he felt her finger move a bit deeper. He didn't really know how much was inside of him but he did not care at this point. He had thought too much, he had felt too little. All he wanted right now was to fuck. And if this was how it was going to be then so be it. It was at that moment an odd thing happened. He would come to realize that her expert little movements had found his prostate. In the moment however he thought he had momentarily touched heaven. Stars swam before his eyes and he pressed back against her hand greedily.- 

"Mmmm-guh! Oh, Mistress! Mmmm!"

"Oh. Isn't it cute? And her you told me you weren't a dirty little slut."

"Are you telling me now that you are?"

At that he nodded. Her finger had stopped moving but he realized his arse had not. Here he was doing something he never-ever thought he would be doing. He was begging to have his ass fucked!




Mystery Ch. 02



"Please....Mistress...let me feel more!"

A momentary silence. 

He knew the way he phrased it she would likely not decline his request. He may not be a philosopher but he knew to some small degree how her mind worked. She sincerely wanted to give him everything he asked for. Every experience he desired she would try to fulfill so long as it was in his best interest.

"PLEASE! Fuck me Mistress!"

At that her finger slid deep within him. He was expecting this and yet he was not. Again it was a battle of emotional and physical preparedness. He felt a bit of a burn it caused him to squirm a bit. She was holding him tight though. The fingers of her free hand had found their way to the flesh of his back. As he fought her he heard her suck air into her mouth through her teeth. Her fingers quickly found purchase. Even as they did he realized he was really riding her finger now. He could feel her moving her finger around inside of him. She was actually denying him pressure upon his internal pleasure spot!

Oh, what a minx! She was doing as he asked but not giving him what he really wanted. He didn't even know how to ask for what he really wanted. It just didn't feel or sound right to say, "Play with my prostate Mistress!"

He would just have to show her. And with that he gave himself fully over to her orchestration. Everything she had set it motion was having its desired effect. From the time in the corner to the incense. Even the fact his fingers had brushed against the bottle of lubrication earlier. It all served to make him feel positively drunk.

Before he knew it he was moaning loudly. He was thirsty for her touch. He wanted it all at once. He wanted to be tasting her. He wanted to be inside her. He loved her being inside him. He wanted her to be tasting him. He was swimming in uncharted waters and he loved it. it felt marvelous to be such a dirty little slut.

Just as he thought he could drift no further out into the sea they were sailing her finger found his sweet spot.-

"Oh God! Yes! Fuuuuuuuck it! Please! I'm so dirty! I love you!"

Anything and everything it seemed begin to tumble from his lips.

She was so deep inside him. Some part of his mind wondered if her finger wasn't actually up in his nose at that very moment. In his ecstasy he barely registered that her hand had moved from his back

He didn't give a shit! That was until he realized she had taken a firm hold on the length of his tool. Oh God! More? There was more she had in store for him!

When it was all said and done he felt more humiliated then he thought he could ever have felt. Not only did his little pucker feel violated in an undeniable way. But it had only taken a few firm strokes by her expert hand to make him spend his seed.

It was all a blur in truth. He felt her hand fasten upon him, he heard himself cry out. Then everything went wonky. His vision disappeared. He couldn't tell what either of them were doing. And while he was lost in that he felt a great eruption in his loins. He was sure he in that moment had ruptured something. He was truly spent.

Even before he was allowed to slump down though and loose himself to his contented bliss he was brought back to reality by a sharp slap to his arse.-

"I don't think so Childe!"

She laughed softly and leaned back on the bed.

"I'm going to wash my hands and tidy myself up a bit."

"While I do that you're going to clean up the mess you made up my little, filthy piggy!"

"And do a good job of it too, won't you?"

She rose with deliberate positioning. Acting as if nothing had phased her one bit. As if she was an old professional at this. Seen it a million times!

If his body had not been so completely exhausted his jaw might have dropped. God! She was good! She was barely more experienced at this them himself. Sure, she had read and studied more but as far as actual experience went they were both right on par with each other. Yet it seemed like she had been born into this. It was as if she had a preternatural gift.

It was then that his skin brushed up against something clammy.-

"Blech!"

"Jesus! Did that much spunk come out of me?" He thought to himself.

He heard the water stop in the bathroom.-

"I don't hear you cleaning love. You're not being naughty are you?"

He quickly went into auto-pilot and began searching for something to complete his work with. It was as he began to clean he realized his thoughts were drifting to an earlier time. A time when for whatever reason he had felt like he would be the one in control of her. Reflecting back on what had just transpired the thoughts in his mind were more then a little amusing. It was only then that he realized what he was really thinking about.

He had begun to plot his revenge. 



Mystery Date



TSH opened her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness around her. She attempted to wipe the sleepiness and congealed eye-glitter out of the corners, but realized something was preventing her from moving her arms at all. Twisting around to review her situation, she wiped out completely, then took a breath to assess the situation. Her back ached (in both a good and bad way, considering she was in her thirties now, aches and pains were part of the game), and she could see tiny pin pricks of light coming out above her. She also saw windows, but they were tinted out. Wait? Tinted windows? TSH shot up straight- once again forgetting herself and crashing back down again, almost dislocating her shoulder in the process. "OK, seriously, enough with the body torture," she hissed to herself, then despite of things, cracked up. She'd never get enough of that.

At that moment, she noticed a rectangular metal object attached to her thin bare arm. "Oh my god! Have I been implanted?" she screeched to herself. Then she saw the note in a familiar scroll, a mini-post it also taped to her arm, that read, "Press send, spazz." Ohhh, really. I know that "spazz," she thought to herself.

But how was she expected to press anything on the phone? 

She tried to lift her upper arm to reach her other hand, but that would be impossible. Her hands were leather-belted to the grating in the van. A line of sweat dripped down into her tank top and down into the lining of her jeans. Her unzipped jeans. "What the hell happened in here?" she said. 

She reached her forehead to her upper arm to wipe off the sweat, and banged against the rectangular object. She realized it was a phone, and she realized she could just reach the "send" button with her tongue. "Gross! I know where this phone has been!" She re-evaluated her situation and sighed. She really wasn't scared. She knew he'd take care of her. And the wonderfully raw, swollen feeling that her jeans were holding close to her knew that if she was good, he might take care of her again. So, trying to touch the phone button with as little tongue possible, she pushed the button, then shifted so her ear could rest on the little box.

"TSH... you're awake."

"Where am I?" 

"Isn't it obvious?" TSB sounded muffled. He was either halfway through a six-pack or desperately trying to drive, text, jerk off, and talk to her at the same time.

"Not... exactly. Maybe you could share a little bit of how I got here?"

"Why?"

TSH growled into the phone and knocked against the grating she was strung up to. "I'm telling you this instant, TSH, if you even knick that phone or lose any of my contacts, you will not be able to sit down for an entire fortnight."

"Did you just say fortnight?" TSH snorted before she could help it. "Is that our word of the day?"

"I thought it made me sound hot. More James Bondish."

"Um, right. Sure, it totally did. Come and get me so I can swallow you whole and show you just how hot it was." 

CLICK. He'd hung up on her. "FUCK!" She hissed to herself. She looked down and around her, as her eyes adjusted to the light. She was clothed in a light tank top, no bra. Her unzipped "low-rider" jeans were indeed riding low, if she jerked around too much, they might slide down her ass completely and that would just be plain embarrassing if this van belonged to anyone but TSB. OK, so, no underwear, and her feet were bare. "Ugh, who knows WHAT I'm stepping in." 

The phone rang again, and she tongued the button, immediately piping in with "I'm sorry."

"Good. So just listen up."

"Yessir."

"I'm coming to get you. Well, maybe not me, but..."

She shrieked. "TSB! Are you fucking kidding me? I'm pretty much naked here, and my hands are tied up over my head. I can't fight back if anyone..." 

He cut her off. "As I was saying, before you interrupted me -- big shocker there -- I'm coming to get you. Whether it's me or not is NOT your concern. You're not to fight, move, attack, or breathe a word to whoever it is -- or they are -- that get in that van. If you do, I'll know it. And you will be severely punished."

Her breath caught in her throat. "But I'll see it's you, so I'll be OK..."

"Can you feel that thing on your head?" He asked her. She bumped her head back slightly against the grate, feeling her puff of hair and something slightly stretchy and soft. 

"Yeah."

"Put it on. Lift up that sweet little ass of yours so your head is next to your hands, and yank it down with your fingers. It should fit like one of those headbands you always wear. If you know what's good for you, you won't cheat, because I'll know, and then I'll be unhappy. And I know you're my good girl, right?"

"R... right."

"Did you do it?"

She struggled up and grasped the blindfold band with one hand, and maneuvered it over her eyes. "I'm a fucking idiot," she whispered to herself. By accident she banged her head back against the grate and hissed a string of obscenities. Then she slid back to her position on the floor and breathed back into the phone. "OK."

"Now, stand up again and grab the top of your shirt with one hand. Keep bunching it up until your breasts are showing."

"Um.... OK."

"Are you back on the floor of the van? Good. Now scrunch yourself on the floor until your jeans are piled down to your knees."

"TSB! No, I can't. I can't just sit here like this. I can't see anything, I don't know if you're coming, I..."

"Your hysteria really does nothing for me. I thought you trusted me."

"I..." She made some scratchy noises and then sighed. "OK, I did it. I'm... yours. All ready."

"Good. See you later." 

With another sharp click, he was gone. She considered tonguing the "recall" button, but figured he wouldn't answer even if she could manage that feat. The brisk air of the van settled on her skin. Her arms, over her head, ached, but she loved the feeling. It wasn't possible to get comfortable, and that was OK too. Then her senses caught fire. Someone (ones?) was outside the van.

The side panel of the van slid open. "Hello?" She asked blindly as the night air whisked away the sweat that had collected on her body. "TSB? Is that you?" 

Something slapped the side of her face. It was leathery and pointy and... despite the sting, her face broke out in a smile. "Vampire gloves," she thought quietly to herself. "I bought those for him last week." The gloved hands slapped her face again and she managed to bring her smile under control. 

She struggled to press herself against her captor, to try to recognize his body against her own. His scent, his fabric softener, his roughened skin, anything. She couldn't get a good reading. Then her body went completely rigid as the points on the gloves pressed into the sides of her torso and raked up and down her showing skin. They pressed deeply into the tips of her breasts, leaving what she could imagine -- but not see -- as long, scarlet welts and scratches. He grabbed her around the waist lifting her up and shoved her legs apart. One gloved hand held her under her butt. She heard the leather peel off and drop and in an instant, he shoved three of his fingers roughly inside of her. She cried out but he covered her mouth with his own and she screamed into him as he pushed back and forth into her. She struggled to wrap her legs around him and bring him closer to her, so she could grind against him, but he slammed her back to the van, twisted her over onto her stomach (keeping care not to twist her wrists in the leather sling)and battered her behind. He re-fit the other glove over his other hand and spanked her behind and thighs until he thought she might pass out entirely. Then he simply backed out of the van sliding door and slammed it closed.

Even though she knew it was TSB, her senses were completely on overload. She couldn't stop the feeling of having his fingers inside of her from taking over every synapse in her body. She felt that at that moment, even if she could break free, she wouldn't. She'd just sit there, twisted, waiting, until he graced her with the chance to open her pussy up to him again. Or if she COULD break free, she'd burst through the van's grated panel and climb onto of him, place his hand in his lap with his fingers sticking up, and slam herself down on top of them.

"It's TSB, it's TSB," she kept muttering to herself. "It has to be."

The van rolled to a stop. TSH tried to collect herself. She heard the panel door slide open again and rolled herself over so she was face up. She heard him (?) climb in. He was still wearing the vampire gloves, and roughly shoved her tank top back up to her collarbone. He gripped her jeans waist with both hands and yanked it off her body completely. He still hadn't said anything yet, but she could tell it was him. Right?

"TSB..." She whispered. Immediately, he smacked her head back against the grate. "I'm sorry," she managed to mumble out. She could feel his sinewy legs hovering around her and heard the rustling of clothes being removed, and the crinkle of a familiar package. 

"Not. One. Single. Word." He hissed into her ear (she knew it was him!) and lifted up her body so she wouldn't have to support both of them on her restrained arms. Then, without a warm-up or slow progression, he shoved himself inside of her. She cried out as he tore through her, biting softly on his shoulder. He racked her back and forth, slamming her into the van's grate. She wondered if her backside would have little hole-shaped impressions on them and thought how hot that would be. 

He growled as he slammed into her, pinching her breasts and separating the cheeks of her behind as he pounded. She thought she might pass out; her head was feeling slightly woozy both from all the knocking and the absolutely amazing feeling he was giving her.

The next thing she knew, she had passed out. Forgetting herself, she shouted "Not again, motherfucker!" and bolted upright. This time, though, her hands and arms were free. The effort of being able to sit straight up made her recognize just how sore they were. She still couldn't see though. Feeling around, she was on a soft spot- this was her bed. "Damn, how long was I out for?" she thought to herself as she removed the blindfold and tossed it to the floor. 

Next to her, TSB was sleeping with an evil grin on his face. She wanted to pounce on him, but she knew better than to wake him up after he'd finally fallen asleep. With her newly freed hands, she touched herself between her legs. The area was still throbbing, hot, and swollen. She could still feel his thickness inside of her too. 

Something jingled, and she panicked, looking around to stop it before it woke him up. (As much as she loved getting into trouble with him, it was way, way worse when he was tired.) Finally she saw the source of her jingling, the thick length of chain that had attached her to the bed. It ran in a four-foot length up to her neck, which was locked into a collar. The sound of the jingling eased her mind, and instantly put her into the mood to fall into the fluffy pillows and join TSB in sleep. She settled in, curling up into a little ball. When she next woke up, he was wrapped around her with one of his big hands tightened around her neck, serving as an extra collar as she slept.