12 comments/ 265462 views/ 90 favorites Possession By: Margin Walker I watched her house that night with anticipation. Her parents were gone for the weekend, I knew that since they had told me themselves, and asked me to keep an eye on the house, make sure the daughter didn't throw any wild parties. She didn't throw a wild party, it was pretty tame, just a bunch of her girlfriends over, a lot of drinking and carrying on, that's it. It didn't even last long. Her friends all left early at about two in the morning, they didn't even stay the night. After they were gone, I approached the living room window from the rear of the house, and saw her in the living room. Two empty liquor bottles were sitting on the coffee table, several playing cards scattered about, glasses with unfinished drinks, even a bong. She was on the couch, watching television, a drink in her hand. She was slouching deeply, her eyes half closed, conscious enough just to lift the drink to her mouth. Her skirt had ridden up high on her thighs, her long, tanned legs were sticking out, one stretched out on the sofa, her other foot propped up on the coffee table. Her blouse was tight, so I could see the bra underneath. Her hair, long and blonde was tossed roughly about her face. She was beautiful. I was getting hard just watching her. I rubbed my cock through my jeans, and licked my lips. Yes, I would most definitely watch their daughter. I had known that she would have some sort of party. Being a good friend of the family, and a friend that she thought was pretty cool, she had come to me earlier in the day, asking if I'd buy some liquor for a party she was going to have. She was in college now, living at home still, until she graduated, but still not old enough to buy alcohol. I asked for details, found out it wasn't a party, as much as a few girlfriends hanging out, no boys allowed, girls gossiping and drinking. It sounded like fun to me. She just wanted two pints, one of rum for her, and one of tequila for the other girls, she couldn't drink tequila, so always drank rum with really fruity drinks. I agreed, giving the typical adult warnings, and said I would be keeping an eye out, making sure nothing bad happened. She said that was fine, she would have even invited me, if it wasn't girls only. I picked up the alcohol for her, and opened both bottles, and poured a bit of liquor out of both. I ground up a few queludes, and poured the powder into the rum. I capped them both, and shook the rum bottle vigorously, watching the powder dissolve. I gave them to her, saying I took a nip from both as payment, she thought it was funny, and said goodbye. I reached my hand into my pocket, and pulled out the house key they had given me many years ago, the emergency key. They had needed it a few times, she had needed it as well, locked out after returning from school. I watched her, watched her grow tired, still sipping from her drink, then she quickly drank back everything in the glass, set it down on the table, and sank into the couch. Her eyes closed, and she pulled her arms tightly to her chest. I watched for several minutes, saw her breathing become slower and deeper, her head fell to the side. She was asleep. I walked to the back door, and carefully inserted the key. I turned it slowly, and heard the bolt slide into the door. The door opened towards me, making a very slight squeaking noise. Quietly, I moved into the house, closed the door after me, and locked it again. I dropped the key back into my pocket and stood still, listening to the house. I could hear the television, sounded like some music channel, I could hear some horrible rap music, playing rather loudly, but that's all I heard. I moved slowly out of the laundry room that I had entered and moved into the hallway. I peered into the living room from the hallway. She was as I had last seen her. She was asleep on the couch. I left her there, and quietly walked to the front door, I checked the lock and it was bolted. Then, I walked into the living room, and went to each window, closing the blinds. I thought about turning down the television, but thought that might wake her, and also might help to disguise any other noise from inside the house. I stood above her for a minute, staring at her, admiring her, devouring her with my eyes. I took possession of her with my stare, claiming her as mine. One arm had fallen off her chest and lay on the floor, the other was sitting on her stomach. One leg had fallen on the floor as well, so that she lied halfway off the couch. She was completely passed out. I knelt on the floor beside her, and leaned my head over her face. I felt her breath on my lips, it smelled sweet, more like fruit juice than liquor. I touched my lips to hers. I kissed her lightly, waiting to see if she would wake. Then, I opened my mouth, and forced hers open with my lips. I kissed her deeply, my tongue slipped in to touch her tongue. My right hand touched her hair, and moved through it, caressing. My left hand moved up to her shirt, and pulled it up out of her skirt. I laid my hand on the bare skin of her tight stomach. I stopped kissing her deeply, and returned to lighter kisses, not wanting to wake her. My left hand moved to her hips, feeling her smooth skin, I traced my fingers along her hips, brushing her panties. I unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it open. I gently lifted her up, to pull the blouse off of her, and tossed it on the ground. I unsnapped the bra from the back, removed it and laid her back on the couch. I kissed her right breast, my left hand caressing the other breast, then moving my hand down her body, enjoying the feel of her skin, her stomach, her hips. I moved to the left breast, kissing it, sucking it into my mouth. I moved down further, kissing her stomach, licking her belly button, sucking on the skin at her ribs, and then licked my tongue up her chest, sucking her nipples again. I moved up to her neck, kissing, trailing my tongue on her skin. I could feel her pulse in her throat, and her breath, as she slept. My left hand trailed down to her skirt, and to her legs. I moved it along her thighs, slowly tracing the line down her inner thighs, from knee to her panties. I moved down to her skirt, already pushed up to her waist. I kissed her thighs, lifted her legs to kiss the backs of her knees and legs. Then, I pulled her left leg to the side and kissed the inner thigh of her right leg, moving up to her crotch, my right hand massaging her right leg. I grabbed her underwear and slid it down over her bare feet, and dropped it on the floor. I moved between her legs, bringing my body up on to the couch. I could smell her, wet and musky. I licked her pussy, my tongue sliding between the lips. I separated the folds with my tongue and licked up, my tongue flipped her clitoris. I looked at her face, her eyes were closed, her breath heavy, but still sleeping. I pushed my finger into her and found she was wet. I had turned her on in her sleep. My cock was hard, painfully hard smashed between the couch side and my body. I sat up, undid my pants and slid my pants and underwear down to my thighs. I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. My cock was standing out, long and hard. I admired it, standing erect above her, passed out, her breasts large and round, the nipples erect, her hair, long and blonde, tangled around her head, her legs spread wide, the skirt pushed up to her hips, her stomach flat and smooth, her thighs, round and firm, her pussy wet and glistening, and my cock standing proud and erect above her. I laid on top of her, her left leg stretched out over the side of the couch to the floor, her right leg, bent and pushed against the side of the couch. My cock rubbed against her wet clit, my naked chest pressed against her naked breasts. I nibbled on her neck, kissing the spot where the neck joins the shoulder, my hips moved between her thighs. I reached down, grabbed my penis, and rubbed the head against her cunt. With the index finger I found her hole, and guided my penis to it. She was very tight, but wet. I held her open with the finger, and slowly pushed the tip of my cock to the hole. I used another finger to hold the lips apart, and pushed a little harder, the head of my dick barely slipping between the lips. My other hand wrapped around her left thigh, I began kissing her ear, nibbling on the lobe. I heard a low moan in her throat. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Still trying to hold her open with my fingers, I pulled my dick out a bit and pushed it in a bit further, trying to work her open wider, to take my cock. The head squirmed in. I moved my hand to grab my dick, the index finger underneath it, pushing into her, to guide my cock into her further. I began slowly pushing in and pulling out, moving into her further each time, her pussy resisting my cock, so tight. I used my fingers to spread her lips apart, dug my toes into the couch cushions, massaging my cock into her, not being forceful, slowly moving my cock into her, pushing it into her, then relaxing, pulling out a bit, pushing in again, getting in further, feeling my cock head sliding into her cunt, her wet cunt finally yielding, my cock wet with her juices sliding into her. Once my cock was half in her I moved my hand out, and grabbed her waist. I was still nibbling at her ear, hoping to turn her on more, to make her wet, so we could both enjoy this, her in her dreams, me in my dreams forever after. With one hand wrapped around her left thigh, pulling that leg up, and the other hand pushing against her waist, I began moving my cock slowly, not trying to move in further, just enjoying it, slowly fucking her with half my dick, the head almost coming out, her lips sucking on it, and then pushing it in slowly, feeling her pulling against the head and the sensitive skin underneath it, enjoying the feel of her loosening cunt sliding on my dick. I moved my hips into her, flexing into her, slowly, feeling my cock head sliding into her, then sliding back out, now gliding through her wet cunt. I stopped nibbling her ear, and arched my back, my right hand resting on the couch, my arm supporting me, to take her right breast in my mouth, sucking the nipple between my lips, brushing my teeth along the nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and flicking the nipple with my tongue. My hips were pushing my dick into her, still only halfway, her wetness lubricating my entry. With my back still arched, I began pushing into her further, wanting to be completely inside of her. I slowly pushed my cock in further, almost all the way, and pulled back out, my dick fell out. I reached down and lead it back to her pussy, and pushed it back in. I released her breast and looked up at her face, her cheeks were flushed, her mouth halfway open, the tongue slightly protruding over her lower lip. In her passed out sleep, she was enjoying this. I ran my hand down her right thigh, and pulled the leg up to rest her foot on the ground, her knee bent and thigh falling to the side, her legs spread wide, I pushed my cock into her, all the way. I looked down. I saw my pelvis joined to her, her pubic hair entangled in mine, the slightest root of my cock protruding from her pussy, her right leg held up by my left hand, my right hand pushed her left leg wider, her skirt was twisted and tangled at her waist, her chest was heaving, her large breasts wet with my saliva and her sweat. My left leg was bent resting on the couch, her right foot resting on my left thigh, my right leg straining against the floor. I watched as I pulled my dick out of her, seeing the shaft slowly emerge from her until I could feel her lips pulling at the head. Then, I pushed back into her with a long slow stroke, until our hips met again. I ground my hips against her, feeling my cock inside her. I pulled back out halfway, and slid back in, twisting slightly, still trying to loosen her up a bit. I pulled out some, seeing my dick shaft appear between her legs, and then slid it back in. Then, I moved in slow thrusts, my shaft barely moving out of her before sinking back in, moving my hips slightly, watching my pelvis grind against her crotch, arching my back. I sat up more, our bodies almost at right angles. I placed her right leg up on the back of the couch, and lifted her left leg up, and held it at my waist, her thigh pressed tightly against me, the rest of the leg dangling along my butt. My left knee sank between the cushion and couch back. I pulled all the way out of her, wanting to watch myself enter her. I grabbed my wet cock with my left hand and rubbed it against her clit, then up and down between her lips. I guided it back to her opening, and pushed it in, watching the head disappear into her, and the shaft glide in, sliding into her wet pussy. At the angle I couldn't push it all the way in, but I could see my dick firmly inside of her, the lips grasping the shaft, her clit wet, my eyes traced up from her pussy to her waist, the smooth skin at her waist barely visible around her crumpled skirt, her stomach wet now from sweat, flat and hard, heaving slightly as she breathed, then her breasts, perky and round, her nipples hard, her neck slender and long, her hair draped around her face, strands laying around her neck and shoulders, her eyes closed, head now laying to the side, her ear still wet from my kisses. I watched her body move as I slid in and out of her. Her body was pushed up, as I slid in, pushing my pelvis against her, and then her body relaxed back as I slid back out. I fucked her slowly, not wanting to wake her, wanting to watch her get fucked, watch her body yield to me. I enjoyed it, enjoyed the feel of her, the feel of her wet cunt encasing my cock, watching her, watching my cock move inside of her. I wanted to own her, own her in every way possible. I wanted this to go on forever. I pulled out of her, her cunt sucked at the tip of my cock as I slipped out, and I heard the slight, wet inhalation of air being pulled into the space my dick left. I moved out from between her legs and laid her left leg back on the couch. I gently pushed her body against the back of the couch, while maneuvering her onto her left side. I stepped out of my pants and underwear after removing my shoes. I carefully lowered myself onto the couch beside her, so we'd be facing each other. I slid my right arm under her neck and propped myself on that elbow, her left arm below me. I brought my legs up onto the couch, to be lying beside her. I nestled against her, pushing her against the back of the couch a bit more, my cock sandwiched between our stomachs. I wrapped my right arm around her back and shoulder, and I lied down on my side, staring into her face, propping myself up so as to not smash her left arm. I put her right arm around my back. She was still sound asleep, still passed out. I grabbed her upper leg and pulled it up over me, so the leg was wrapped around my waist. I reached behind her leg, and pulled my penis out from between us. I rubbed it against her wet clit, spreading her moisture on my cock, and then placed the head at her hole. I put my hand on her butt, and pushed my cock back into her. In this new position I could get even less of my cock into her, but it felt wonderful. As I moved in and out of her, I pulled the head almost out of her, rubbing the underside of the head on her opening, and then slid back in, until our pelvises met. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her on her lips. Her mouth was open, so I probed her mouth with my tongue, my left hand slid along her leg, hanging over me. I moved my hand up her leg, sliding it along her butt, over her tangled skirt, up her hips, and up her sides. I grabbed her breast, squeezing, kneading, and lowered my head to suck on it. I felt like I was going to slip off the couch, so I straightened up, holding myself against her again. I kissed her neck, brushing the hair from her neck with my right hand. I pressed my body against her, feeling her breasts pushing against me, her skin slick and wet sliding against me, her skirt rubbing against my stomach, my cock sliding nicely inside of her. I extended my left hand down between our bodies, and found my cock inside of her. I rubbed her clitoris, slowly, using the moisture from her pussy. I moved slowly, rubbing the head of my cock against her lips, not able to go in her far while playing with her clit. I kissed her ear, kissing the soft part behind the ear. I heard her make a soft groan. I looked at her face, but her eyes were still closed, her breath faster and shallower. Afraid I might wake her up by the stimulation, I pulled my left hand away from her clit, and stopped fucking her. I lied there for a couple of minutes, staring at her, still, my cock halfway in her, watching her. I began playing with it, contracting the muscles to make it twitch inside of her, then slowly pushed into her more until I was as far in her as I could get in this position, and watched her more. When her breathing slowed down, I began grinding into her. I slid down further on the couch a bit, to get my dick into her deeper, and pulled her leg up higher. I was able to push in a bit further, and then began small, short movements inside of her, feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock. I pulled her body to me tighter, holding her very tight, my left hand stroking her body, moving along her legs, her hips, stomach, breasts, face. I separated from her a bit and looked down at our joined bodies, her leg wrapped around me, the other pushed out straight, her pelvis pushed against mine, my hips grinding against her. I yanked her skirt down to hide her butt, and ran my hands along it, down the skirt to her smooth legs, and then reached up under skirt to feel the soft skin of her butt. I pulled out further and started fucking her deeply, pulling out to feel her cunt along my length, and pushing back in, quicker than before. I felt the urgency. My eyes were locked on our joined bodies, as my pace quickened, I could see the root of my cock emerge from her crotch, and see it plunge back into her. I looked at her face, her breath quicker. I heard a slight grunt each time my cock pounded into her, her body being pushed up by my hips. I grabbed her top leg, pressing it to me, my lips locked onto her neck, kissing, licking, my cock was moving faster, longer. I reached behind her and down to feel it as it slid out of her and back in. I began pulling out until I could feel the head, and pushed back in, allowing my hand to keep my cock pointed inside of her. I was fucking her by pulling my cock all the way out, my hand keeping the head barely touching her hole, and then pushing back up inside of her. I pressed against her, trying to maneuver my body against her to get my cock completely inside of her, long, deep strokes. My balls began to pull against me, and I gave in. I grabbed her body to me, pulling her leg higher against me, my cock slammed into her as deep as I could get, pulled back halfway, and back in again. I looked down at our sweaty bodies, saw my hips pounding against her, her leg wrapped around me, her breasts pressed against my chest. Her skirt was still covering her ass and the tops of her thighs, the one leg lay straight out on the couch, the other curled around my waist. I pulled my cock in and out, the pace quickening, the strokes shorter, pushing as deep as I could, feeling her wet cunt wrapped around my cock, pulling me into her, my body rigid, one hand holding her leg against me, the other holding her body tight to me, my cock sliding in, our hips slapping, the couch groaning beneath us. I moved faster, my cock long and hard, pushing, straining, short strokes, pushing into her, pulling against her, deeper, pushing, pounding against her, driving into her, eyes closed, muscles tight, pushing in deep, sliding, exploding. The cum shot out of my cock. I felt a burst of pleasure in my head, and I pushed even deeper inside of her, pulled out a bit, and pushed into her further, then grinding my cock into her, my semen pumping into her, pushing into her, pulling her body down onto my cock, pushing deep into her, my body tight, the semen still jumping from my dick, my body shuddered against her. I spasmed once, jerking my cock inside of her, pumping into her, pushing slower and then collapsed. Her body fell lightly back against the couch, her leg slid down my body to my hips. Her breathing was fast, her face wet with sweat. My cock was still leaking semen inside of her, and was still hard. I left it there, enjoying the feel of her pussy, filled with my cum and cock. I reached my hand around behind her to feel my cock inside of her, and I touched our juices dripping from her cunt. I pulled her against me again, and closed my eyes, basking in the feel of her body against me, my cock inside of her. Possession I awoke a short time later, slightly startled that I had fallen asleep. I looked at my watch and saw the time was 3:52. I hadn't been asleep that long. My cock had shrunk and fallen out of her. I was lying against her, sandwiching her between the couch and my body, my arms were around her, her arms limply around me, her leg still draped over me. The sweat had dried from our bodies and I was slightly cool. Her eyes were closed, she was sleeping deeply, more so than when I first came into the house. I looked down at our bodies, stuck together by dried sweat and cum. My balls began to tingle, and my cock began to grow, as I admired her body, so young and soft, her tight legs pushing out from the crumpled skirt, her flat stomach and full breasts. I kissed her lips, and ran my tongue around her mouth. I slid my hand down her body, enjoying the feel of her skin along her breast, down her side, to her hips, along the skirt, down her leg, along the back of her thigh, to the back of her knee. I kissed her deeply. I wanted her more. She was passed out so deeply I could do almost anything to her, and she probably wouldn't wake up. I entangled myself from her body, placing her leg on top of the other leg, and pulled my right arm out from under her. I stood up beside the couch, and looked down at her. My cock was erect. Yes, I would have to have her again. I wanted her doggy style, but how to do that with a passed out girl. I would have to drape her over something, something soft, to support her, as I take her from behind. I bent down to her, gently wrapped my arms around her, and lifted her into a sitting position, leaning against the left arm of the couch. The couch had three large cushions along the back and on the seat of it. I grabbed two of the cushions from the back and laid them on the seat cushions. The stacked cushions were just a bit higher than the arm rest. That would have to work. I bent down, wrapped my arms around her again, and lifted her up off the couch, limp in my arms. I carefully carried her over to the side of the couch. I draped her body over the couch arm, the front half of her body laying on the cushions, her legs hanging down to the floor, her ass and cunt pointed up at me. I adjusted her arms to lie at her sides, and turned her head to the side, trying to make her comfortable in this position. I touched my hand to her cunt, it was sticky with dried cum, no longer wet and slippery like before. Entering her now would not feel as good as I needed it. I went to the hallway bathroom, and found a jar of Vaseline in the cabinet. I grabbed the jar and carried it with me back into the living room. She was still lying across the arm of the couch, still passed out. I twisted the top off of the jar and set it on the floor next to the couch. Then, I spread her legs wider, pulled her body towards me, her skirt pushed up above her waist. I grabbed her skirt and pulled it back down to barely cover her ass. I rubbed my hands along her body, starting from her back, I slid them down, over her skirt, down the backs of her thighs, her cool, smooth skin soft under my hands. I knelt down, kissed her left calf, moved up to the back of her knee, and then moved my lips up the backs of her thighs to her butt. I kissed along her lower back, then down her right side, down the butt, tracing my tongue down her right thigh, nibbling at the inner thigh, smelling our sex between her legs, my hands rubbing the backs of her legs, massaging her thighs, her butt, kissing down to the back of her right knee. I picked some lube out of the jar, and rubbed my hand on her pussy, my fingers sliding into her cunt, working the lube into her. I wiped more of it on my cock, still hard, seeming larger than ever. I wiped my hand on the side of the couch. Then I stood back up, ran my hands down her butt and thighs, stepped closer to her, my cock pointing at her cunt, sliding against it. I ground my hips into her, my cock sliding up over her cunt, slipping between the lips, rubbing my cock against her sex. I rubbed it against her pussy, my hands rubbing her legs, reaching under her skirt to massage her ass, sliding down her legs. I grabbed her waist and held her as I slid my dick against her. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing deeply, still passed out. I placed the head of my cock against her cunt hole. I placed my left hand on her waist to hold her and used my other hand to guide my cock into her. I pushed the head down and took a small step forward. I pushed my hips forward and my cock head slid in between her lips and entered her. I worked my cock head into her, pulling back, spreading the lubricant on her cunt and over my cock, her juices now mixing with the Vaseline. I slid back in, watching my cock head slip back into her, her lips sliding along my dick. I pulled back out, my cock head still in her, and pushed back in, sliding in halfway. I wrapped my hands around her lower waist, her skirt soft under my palms. I slid my cock out some and then pushed into her slowly, sinking into her, my cock almost buried entirely inside of her, leaning forward slightly, and then pulled back out, swaying back. I pushed it in as far as I could, while still leaning back, wanting to see my cock penetrate her pussy, watching the head slide in, smoothly, and the shaft sink between the lips. I pulled her to me more, my dick going in further, her feet propped on the floor, her knees bent, thighs pressed against the side of the couch. I pulled out until I could see the head of my penis and pushed it back in, her pussy taking almost the entire length of my cock, more than before, my knees bent and digging into the couch. I ran my hands down her waist to her thighs, sliding in and out of her, my hands rested on her butt, underneath her skirt. I pulled her cheeks apart, to pull her lips wider, and watched my cock sliding into her. I took one hand and reached under her, grabbing some lubrication from her pussy, I began rubbing her clitoris. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her towards me. She was barely supported by the couch, my arm holding her up. I moved my other arm around her and began rubbing her clit again, feeling my cock sliding in and out of her, my body arched over hers, supporting her, holding her to me. She began to groan, and afraid she might be waking up, I gently relaxed my hold on her and placed her lightly back onto the cushions, letting the couch support her again. I moved my hand back around to play with her clitoris from the back again. I used my hips to push her up on to the couch further, my cock sinking deep inside of her. I moved my feet back, pressed my knees into the couch, and leaned forward, pushing even deeper into her, my pelvis mashed against her butt. I grasped the couch arm with my hands, straightened my arms to lift my body slightly, and began grinding my cock into her, using short strokes, pushing into her cunt, pulling out slightly, pushing back in deeper, standing on my toes, her body sliding further up onto the couch. I moved my hips against her, feeling her cunt walls rubbing against my cock, her body moving with my thrusts, sliding my cock inside of her. I arched my back, holding myself above her, thrusting into her, pushing my cock inside of her, my legs mashed against the backs of her thighs, her skirt rubbing against my waist. I looked at her face, the left side was turned towards me, her eyes closed, her mouth partly open, small moans emerging from her throat each time I thrust my cock inside of her. The sides of her breasts were visible, smashed between her body and the cushions, her arms lying limply by her sides, her whole body pushed forward with each thrust, then sinking back, and pushed forward again. I moved faster, my body straining, my hips twisting, turning, moving my cock inside of her, barely moving it in and out, rubbing my cock on her wet cunt walls. I looked down at her legs, her long, tan legs, stretching out from her skirt, her feet dangling on the carpet. My hips moved faster, my body straining against her, my cock sliding inside her cunt, then jabbing my dick into her, tiny thrusts, my pelvis pressed tightly to her butt, my cock head stroking her inside, the pace faster, my balls tingling, pulling up, wanting to shoot inside of her again, breathing faster, my head thrown back, just feeling me inside of her, pulling, pushing, almost cumming, almost, but no. I stopped fucking her, leaving my cock deep inside of her, and laid my body on top of her, my legs still straining to hold me up, my back arched, my stomach curved around her butt, my wet forehead touching her back. I placed my arms alongside of her, breathing deeply, hearing her breathing deeply in her sleep. I kissed her back, soft kisses on her warm skin, my cock still buried deep within her, my balls softening, the need subsiding. I felt her cunt walls twitching against my prick, slight muscle contractions. I straightened up to standing, my arms pushing me up using the couch arm. My cock slid out of her halfway, her body still positioned high up on the couch cushions. I leaned back and looked at her pussy, my cock still firmly entrenched, rigid and hard. I saw white fluid seeping from her cunt, around my shaft. I touched my fingers to her pussy, wiping away some of the liquid and brought it to my nose and smelled it. I had made her cum, in her sleep. I smiled. She seemed to like this position. I had almost cum myself. But, I didn't want to cum like this. I wanted to cum inside of her, being completely inside of her, looking at her body, possessing every inch of her. Reluctantly, I pulled my dick from her dripping pussy. I admired the view, her pussy now very wet, the lips staying open slightly, inviting my cock to enter her, her skirt pulled down covering her ass, her thighs draped along the side of the couch, and the tops of her feet lying on the floor. I bent over, wrapping my arms around her chest, just below her breasts, and gently lifted her up. Her body was limp in my arms as I carefully carried her back to the front of the couch, and then set her back down on the far end of the couch. I twisted her body so she'd be in a normal sitting position, her feet on the floor, her butt on the couch, her back slightly bent, slouching against the back of the couch, her arms hanging limply by her side. I adjusted her skirt, pulling it down to its full length still high on her thighs. I brushed the hair from her face with my fingers, so that it flowed nicely down the sides of her face to her shoulders. I stood above her, my cock still erect, jutting out above her, admiring her body, laid out for me so erotically. I stared at her, traced my eyes along her face, her beautiful face, now flushed, the make-up slightly smudged, her long, sensuous neck, to her slender shoulders, her breasts, round and firm, the nipples hard, her flat stomach, hips flaring out to her curved ass, covered by the short skirt, down to her long legs, the thighs, soft and firm. I took possession of her body, engrained it forever in my mind, her body opened to me. I knelt on the ground before her. I gently lifted and moved her right leg to the left, placing it back on the couch, and then moved her left leg to the right, spreading her legs apart. I moved between her knees, my hands resting on her thighs, my eyes watching her entirely, seeing her entire body and face, not focusing on any one part. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and butt, lifted her slightly and pulled her body towards me, until her butt was hanging slightly off of the couch. I straightened back up, overcome by her. I leaned in and kissed her, my lips caressing her lips, tilting her head slightly to kiss her deeply, my tongue moving into her mouth. One hand propped me up, the other slid down to her breast, massaging it, tweaking the nipple, then slid down her side to her waist. I moved my lips down to her breasts, hunching over her, kissing the nipples, wanting to enjoy her body, but feeling too anxious, wanting to be inside of her, fucking her, cumming inside of her. My hand slid down her waist, along the skirt, down her thigh, to her knee. My kisses dropped to her stomach, my tongue probing her belly button, both hands on her legs, pushing them wide. I sat up straight, my cock pointed at her, my hands holding her legs apart. I wanted to kiss her all over, enjoy every inch of her body, but the desire was too strong, I had to have her, and now. I placed the head of my cock against her pussy, pushing down to direct it to her hole. I flexed my hips forward slightly, my wet cock easily slipping into her wet pussy. I watched the head slide into her, her lips pulling it into her, then the shaft sliding into her, her pussy gripping it smoothly. My hands were laying on her thighs, slowing stroking her legs, sliding up and down her thighs, holding the legs wide open so I could see my engorged cock buried inside of her. I slid her skirt up higher, bunching it up around her waist, my hands rubbing her soft skin. I pulled my cock all the way out, leaving the tip of my penis lightly resting on her pussy, then I slid it back in again, watching my cock again slide into her. I pulled it out all the way again, and slid it back in, pushing in until my pelvis met hers, my back arched back to watch, my hands still sliding along her smooth legs. I ground my hips into her, seeing her hips move against mine, pushed around by the motion, my cock turning inside of her cunt, the entire shaft buried within her, our pubic hair touching. I slid back out, with the head still encased, and slid back in to the base of my cock, her cunt sliding along the shaft. I set a slow pace, watching my cock slide in and out of her, using the full length of my cock. My eyes drifted up to her body, watching it move with my thrusting, pushed around by my hips, my cock. My hands were still sliding along her thighs, down her legs, up to her waist, enjoying the feel of her cool skin. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her, slipping almost completely out of her, then pushing back in between her legs, spread wide, her skirt stretched. I leaned forward, wrapping my hands around her waist, pulling her onto my cock further. I slid back, pushing her back into the couch, then pulled her forward as I moved into her. Holding her hips firmly in my hands, I moved her cunt around my cock, moving my hips with hers, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, watching her breasts rock with the motion. I set a moderate pace, relishing the feel of my dick sliding in her wet cunt, pushing in as far as I could, her legs leaning into my thighs being pushed wide with each thrust, and closing slightly, sliding along my skin, as I pulled back out. Her body moved with my fuck, her head rolled on the back of the couch as my body moved her body with my rhythm. I stopped moving, and just moved her body. I placed my hands under waist, grabbing her ass, gripping the skin through the skirt, and pulled her towards me, then let her body relax back, then pulled her towards me again, sliding her cunt down my shaft. I pushed her back, then lifted her butt slightly, and pulled her towards me, pushing my hips to meet her, my cock completely buried in her cunt. I held her body up, and slid my cock in and out of her from this angle. I leaned back to watch my dick moving into her, then turned to watch her face, her mouth open, moans slipping from her throat, sweat on her forehead glistening. I laid her butt back on the couch and leaned back, pulling my cock almost out of her cunt. I reached down with both hands and grabbed her legs under the knees. I lifted her legs up, sliding my hands down them to her ankles as I lifted them to set her calves on my shoulders, her knees bent. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her legs to my body. I slid my cock back into her. I moved it inside of her, stroking her pussy with my cock, the couch squeaking underneath of her. I kissed her left leg, sucking on the skin at her calf, my hands sliding up and down her thighs, fucking her faster, my dick moving in and out of her smoothly, going in deeper. I moved to her right leg, kissing the calf, my hands moved under her legs, massaging the skin on her back thighs. I leaned forward a bit, looked at her face, her eyes still closed, but her breathing was fast and quick, moaning in her sleep, her body rocking with my motion, moving faster. I leaned forward more, her legs sliding up my body, her thighs almost touching her shoulders. I placed my hands on the couch, supporting my weight, looking into her face, pushing my cock further into her, deeper than before, my knees off of the ground, my hips slapping against her thighs. I bent down to kiss her, turned her head towards me, pressed my lips to her open mouth, moving faster, lifting my hips up, pushing, grinding, my cock back down into her, trying to push it further, deeper inside of her, my tongue moving in her mouth, her moans vibrating in my mouth, the couch squeaking, groaning, my breath coming faster, pushing my cock into her, pounding into her body, long strokes, my entire cock sliding in and out of her slippery cunt, her cunt walls throbbing around my cock, my muscles tight, my entire body, my entire will concentrated on my penis, moving into her, pushing inside of her, trying to grind deeper into her, my mouth clamped to her mouth, our moans trapped, my cock pulsing in her cunt, slipping further, slipping, slamming inside of her, cum spurting, lights flashing in my head, grinding into her, pushing my cum into her, her moans vibrating against my tongue, semen shooting into her, rotating my hips on top of her, her cunt muscles milking the cum from my prick, and then falling onto her, my energy gone. I laid there for several minutes, slowly gyrating my hips, letting the last of the semen drip from my cock into her cunt, kissing her face, her neck, her ears. Her cunt was vibrating against my cock. She had cum again. As my cock started to shrink inside of her, I pushed myself up again, raising my body off of her, still crouched over her, her legs propped on my shoulders. I looked at her face, kissed her closed eyes, and then sat back up with my knees on the floor. I moved her legs off to either side of me. My shrinking cock slipped out of her, a stream of cum dripped out after it. I straightened up, placed my hands on her thighs, and sat there admiring her body, for the last time. I ran my hands along her legs, up her thighs, and back down to her knees. I looked at my watch and saw the time was 4:49, time to clean up and get out. I put on my clothes, and then tried to clean her up. I tried to wipe up my semen, clean her cunt out, then even redressed her, and set her back on the couch how she had been laying. But, I knew she would know she had been fucked while she slept. Her pussy would be sore, she would probably remember the erotic dreams she had, and realize she had been fucked while she was passed out. I admired her one last time, standing over her, knowing that I owned her now, I had possessed her body, she would always be mine, even if I could never have her again. Possession This is a response to a writing challenge given in the Author’s Hangout on Literotica. The challenge: To write a piece of Erotic Horror, less than 1000 words, including “Tony, a respectable businessman by day, a sexual deviant at night; a bouquet of black roses; and the phrase “Please don’t put that in there.” I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. “Please don’t put that in there.” His voice cut through the room like a razor, and she shot him a wary glance. The look pleased him, and he smiled to himself, although he gave her no more visible attention. Nervously, she went about her business, straightening up the office, the file still tucked under her arm. The girl was his newest possession, although she didn’t know it yet. Her long, blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, the thick end hanging down to her shoulders. Tony could feel his body pulse with the thought of possessing her completely. “Sir,” she said timidly, “Where would you like it?” “Bring it here,” he said, holding out his hand. She brought him the file and placed it in his palm, her fingers brushing lightly against his as she did. Gasping, she pulled away. “What’s wrong, dear?” he asked. “You’re so cold,” her voice dripped thick with concern, her eyes fixed on his hand. Setting the file down on the desk, he reached for her, his body moving faster than anything human. She gasped and tried to pull away, but he captured her hand in his, bringing her palm close to his face. “You’ve heard the rumors, I suppose?” he smiled. “Y-yes,” stuttering, she kept a tight pull on her hand, begging with her eyes for him to release her. “Anthony Sciore, businessman by day, but something completely different by night?” Gulping, she nodded, tears beginning to form at the edges of those big, green eyes. Her glance darted from his face to the darkening windows, the sun’s last rays disappearing in the distance. She met his eyes again, her face blank with fear. “You don’t need to worry, darling,” he purred, standing up out of his big chair and bending close to her ear. In a thick whisper he explained, “They’re all true.” The girl’s body stiffened, and she began to whimper in a high-pitched voice. Tony took her in his big arms and pulled her close, moving his head down to hers for an insistent kiss. Her face twisted away from his, but he skillfully found his mouth with his. His soft lips pressed hard onto hers, pulling her open to accept his tongue. Almost instantly she went limp in his grasp, her body soft and pliant against his hard, unforgiving one. He put his mouth on hers and sucked deep, tasting her youth and innocence with his prying tongue. A moan escaped her throat and filled his mind with wicked sensations. She was going to be his. Limp, the girl was helpless to fight him. Tony knew the effect he had on women, whether they liked it or not, and smiled wickedly down at the helpless girl. “Are you ready, love?” he whispered sinisterly into her ear. She shook her head slightly, her mouth open in mewling protests. She wanted to escape, but he knew she would soon find that impossible. By now her body was his, whether she willed it or not. Her acceptance didn’t matter; she would submit, whether she wanted to or not. Tony’s large body engulfed her small one, folding on top of her, totally encasing him in her flesh. It was as if they were being welded together, her flesh to his flesh, her soul straight into whatever soul he possessed. His mouth sucked insistently at hers, dragging out long moans of passionate sensations; her body quivered against his as the pleasure he knew he could give filled her to the core. It was as if their clothes evaporated, so suddenly they were naked, her warm, pale flesh pressed tight against his dark, cold skin. Holding her tighter and tighter he squeezed his way inside, his thick maleness penetrating her hot body. Crying out in an instant of pain, the girl twitched in his arms. He held her tight, supporting her as he drove deep inside her body, her insides tightening around him almost painfully. She was hot and wet inside, soft and tight. He took her hard, dragging himself out and thrusting himself back in, sucking through her mouth as he drove himself again and again into her softness. Soon he could feel the quivers in her flesh turn frantic, her limp legs struggling against their paralysis to squeeze around him. In that moment he possessed her completely, and the cries that she shouted into his throat turned to pleasure. He drew in a deep breath as she climaxed, her body twitching frantically in his arms. He held on, pushing into her, penetrating her from the inside out. Their fused bodies shook together, and the pleasure she experienced swept into his own body, his own cold bones. Soon she went limp against him again, totally spent, and he reluctantly released her. * * * She woke up in a large bed, not her own. She felt totally drained, but completely satisfied. Opening her eyes, she blinked against the glare of the rising sun coming in through the windows. Memories of the past night were flooding her like a monsoon, and she shivered at the memory of the pleasure she had experienced with her fear. Turning her face towards the wall, she spotted a bouquet of roses so dark they seemed black. Tentatively, she reached for them. The petals were thick as flesh against her fingers, and just as warm. She pulled away, frightened. Turning her head the other way, she saw an envelope on the pillow beside her. Opening it, she read with wide eyes. My Love, You are mine forever. Thank you. Tony Possession Dark, soulless eyes watched Ariel let herself into the house, her long black hair rippling in the wind. He waited for the light to go on in her bedroom before he made the powerful call to her roommate. Waking with a start, Bethany knew she needed to go to her boyfriend's house. Trancelike, she got out of bed, still in her nightgown, got in her car and left, leaving the front door open. Minutes later he was inside, unnatural speed aiding his entrance. Once in, he gently shut the door, not wanting to raise any suspicion with the neighbors. Silent as the night, he glided through the house, and to the steamy bathroom where his mate was. Humming to herself, Ariel ran soapy hands running over her lush body. His body hardened, as he watched her silhouette turning under the water, innocent face turned up to the spray. Taking firm control of her mind, he stepped into the bath, and took the bar of soap from her. Ariel gasped, her eyes flying wide, as the stranger possessively began to soap her body, almost as if he had the right. Her mouth flew open, a scream trembling on her lips, but the strange presence in her mind took the scream from her lips, and turned it into a whimper as powerful hands gently soaped her breasts. Ariel trembled in his grasp, everything in her mind telling her that she should run, should scream, but his control was absolute. She could do nothing without his permission. His hands slid down her smooth body, past her tiny waist and then further on to the slick folds of her pussy. Embarrassed by the moisture he found there, Ariel blushed. She could barely believe she was responding this way to a stranger, but just as she knew he was keeping her from panicking she also knew that he was not forcing her reaction to his touch. There was something about him that demanded a reaction from her body. Then all thought splintered as on broad finger pushed it's way into her virgin body. Ariel's head fell back, against his broad shoulder, and she groaned throatily. "I can hear your thoughts," he whispered in her mind. Ariel jerked in surprise at the sound of his voice in her head. "You do not have to talk, because I can hear everything you think, I know everything." Ariel blushed again, remembering what she'd been thinking about before he joined her. How long had he been there, listening? He pulled his finger out of her, then slid two fingers in her, one of them bumping her hymen, her maidenhead. Shocked, her brain clearing a bit, Ariel tried to jerk from his hold. Pain shot through her body, and she sagged against his body. "Why are you doing this to me?" Ariel thought, ending her mental struggle with him, allowing his hands free reign of her body. "You are mine!" He thought savagely, his fingers moving gently in her pussy, stretching unused muscles. Looping his strong arm around her waist, he pulled her fully to him. Ariel felt him press his lips to her neck, and dazedly she arched her neck, baring the vulnerable line of her throat. He growled approvingly, his rough tongue licking where her pulse beat frantically at her throat, then sharp teeth scraped. "Stop!" Ariel cried in her mind. "What are you doing?" He ignored her, continuing to run his teeth over her pulse, Ariel's eyes fluttered, and her knees collapsed from under her, until only the strong arm supported her around her waist. As if through a daze she felt his teeth pierce her neck, his lips erotically pulling the blood from her. A whimper escaped her throat at the beauty and eroticism of the moment, her blood flowing into him, becoming part of him. After a few minutes - or was it more - she began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. She knew that he was draining her of blood, but for some reason didn't care. Then, just as she could feel her grasp on consciousness slip, he pulled back, licking her neck to stop the bleeding. Effortlessly he lifted her into his arms and carried her to her bed, where he laid her down and efficiently swaddled her limp body in the sheets and blankets there. After he was sure that she was immobile and warm he lifted her again, and carried her outside, taking swiftly to the skies. Moments, hours, or even days later Ariel woke from the warm gray fog she'd been floating in. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, taking in her surroundings to the best of her ability. She was in a bed, in a log cabin. The bed was soft, comfortable, the sheets royal blue silk. There was a single lamp turned on, and the rest of the room was in shadows, but she could smell smoke, so she knew that there was wood burning somewhere. As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she noticed he was sitting on a chair nearby, his eyes focused intently on her. Without saying a word he stood, a large silver ring in his hands. Ariel felt her breath catch in her throat as he bent over and possessively attached it around her neck. She struggled weakly, but found that she lacked the strength or energy to do much. Besides, she knew that he could easily force her compliance. "Why?" she croaked. "Night is falling. I cannot risk you escaping while I rest." he said. "I have searched an eternity for you, and I will not be thwarted now that I have found you," he added with repressed savagery. Ariel shivered as he attached what she now knew was a collar to the bed with a chain, then gently tucked her back under the blankets. One large hand cupped her face, eyes catching her face. Ariel could feel herself falling deep into his gaze, until the whole world was his eyes, nothing but his eyes. "Sleep." he commanded, and her eyes drowsily closed, body slipping into unconsciousness. *** Sometime during the next evening, Ariel woke with him sitting on the bed next to her, a glass of water in his strong hands. Parched, she sat up and reached for the glass, the sheet held to her bare breasts. After draining the glass she handed it back to him. He sat it on the bedside table, then handed her a nightgown that was lying, unnoticed, on the bed. Striving for modesty, Ariel pulled the cotton nightgown over her head, allowing only peeks of her body to be seen as it slid down. A bit more comfortable she slid out of bed, needing to use the bathroom, then stopped dead as she saw her reflection in the dresser mirror. The thin white cotton clung to her soft body, clearly outlining the curve of her breasts. Gasping, she turned to climb back in the bed, stopping at the hard hand on her elbow. "I want to see you," he demanded. Cheeks scarlet with humiliation, she tugged at his hand, trying to get loose. "Do you want me to force you?" he threatened softly. Ariel dropped her head, a lone tear sliding down her cheek, and she shook her head. He nodded approvingly, and sat back on the bed. "Finish what you were doing, then return here," he instructed. Ariel scurried to the bathroom, and hurriedly relieved herself. Once the urgency of her bodily demands were over, she slowly returned to the main room, dragging her feet to the chair he'd moved in to. Nervously she shifted her feet, waiting for . . . what, she did not know. After what was in truth a few seconds, but to Ariel felt like eternity, he pulled her into his lap. Ariel shifted uncomfortably, his hard cock burning like a brand through the soft material of her nightgown. "My name is Adrik," he said, "but you will refer to me at all times, in your mind and verbally, as Master." Ariel nodded, her mind rebelling against the idea of anyone being her master, but afraid to say anything. "You will verbally respond at all times," he said warningly. "Yes, Master." Ariel choked out. "Good girl." he said approvingly. "Now straddle me," he ordered. Ariel's eyes flew wide, and she stared, afraid. She knew her time was up, that he was going to possess her in every way. When she didn't move immediately he took control of her mind. Almost as if in a dream Ariel could feel her body shifting so that her legs were on the outside of his, her naked pussy made available when the narrow skirt of her nightgown slid up her legs. "Please." Ariel whimpered. "I'll do what you say, but let me have my body back." She could instantly feel him allow her control again, but his eyes remained watchful. "Put your hands behind your back and grasp your elbows," he ordered Ariel complied, desperate to retain control of at least one thing, her mind. One long fingered hand reached out and lazily pinched her nipple, and she gasped in surprise at the arrow of desire that shot through her body, straight to her pussy. Suspicious warmth began deep in her body, and she arched her back even further to allow him further access to her breasts. Chuckling, Adrik's fingers slid down to her pretty pussy, his fingers sliding through the gathering dew with ease. One hand remained on her breast, as he tormented the hard nub of flesh he found here. Ariel writhed on his lap, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing erotically against the soft skin of her inner thighs. Desperately she held on to her elbows, and wriggled her hips against his fingers, trying to receive the orgasm she'd never had. "Please, please help me!" Ariel finally cried. Almost as if he'd been waiting for Ariel's plea, Adrik took his hand from her breast to unzip and unsnap his pants, allowing his cock free. Ariel blushed, and jerked her eyes from the sight of it. She had no idea they got that large; there was no way he was fitting that inside of her. Ariel whimpered, but Adrik ignored her pleas, moving her small body over his manhood, positioning it at her core. Ariel braced herself, sure he was about to shove that huge thing inside of her, but he just left it here, resting threateningly at the soft entrance to her body. His hand began to move against her breast, softly teasing her nipple, demanding a response. "Oh!" Ariel moaned, wantonly pressing her breast into his hand, as she felt herself spiraling higher and higher, to a place where there were no inhibitions, no right or wrong, just the feel of his strong hands at her breast, and his cock at her eager, wet core. Adrik pulled her hips down, and impaled her with one thrust, savoring Ariel's shocked gasp, her small whimper as he broke through her hymen, that tiny piece of skin that symbolized her innocence. Adrik waited a moment, savoring the way her pussy gripped his cock, then slid a finger to her clitoris, rubbing firmly, pushing her to her climax. Ariel shuddered in his arms, her mouth open in a soundless cry, then passed out. When she came to, she found her head cradled on Adrik's chest, his cock still hard in her. Adrik was gently caressing her breasts, waiting for her to regain consciousness. "I . . . I'm so full of you." Ariel sighed. Never had she felt this connection with a person. He was a part of her and she of him, two pieces of one whole. Adrik groaned at the eroticism of her innocent words, his cock twitching inside her. Hesitantly Ariel wiggled her hips, gasping at the pleasure this brought her. Pushing away from him she moved a bit more, head dropping back as her body began to tighten again. Adrik looked down at the place where his cock was met her sweet little pussy, and groaned. "Fuck me, Ariel." he whispered roughly. Ariel moved her hips again, the sweet friction of him rubbing against the walls of her cunt making her cry out again. Intently, Adrik watched his glistening cock disappear again and again into her hungry pussy. "Faster!" Adrik demanded. "Fuck me hard!" Blindly, lost in their world, Ariel followed his command, sending them both over the edge, flying together. Once again she collapsed on him, his cum leaking out of her heated pussy. Catching his breath, Adrik got up from the chair and effortlessly lifted Ariel in his arms. Carrying her into the bathroom he turned on the shower, then stepped under the spray. "Time for round two." he whispered, lowering his head to hers for a steamy kiss. *** That day as they slept, exhausted, she dreamed of Adrik, of him kissing her, loving her. She felt his mouth on her breast, his tongue sliding down her flat stomach. She giggled as his tongue pushed into her belly button, then gasped as his mouth moved lower. Shocked, she woke, and realized she hadn't been dreaming. Night had fallen, and she could feel his mouth pressed to her pussy, his tongue sliding between her labia, and gently lapping at her entrance. Ariel gasped in shock, her hand coming out to stop him, but there was no one there. Bewildered she opened her eyes, and looked around. He was seated on a chair by the bed, his heated gaze on her. Ariel realized that it wasn't really him, her Master, doing this to her, but some kind of magic. She tried to sit up, only then realizing that his mind was fully in control of hers, forcing her to stay on the bed, legs spread wantonly. The invisible tongue continued to stroke over her weeping pussy, as she whimpered and writhed at the forbidden caress. Ariel turned her head to look at him fully, her eyes pleading, and then she was falling. Falling into his eyes, into his will. She could read his desires, and she knew that what he needed most was her submission. She struggled briefly to escape his gaze, then surrendered with a sigh. A phantom finger slid into the wet, clinging walls of her pussy. Another joined it, and slowly spread the walls of her cunt. Back arching, she could feel suction at her nipples, a tongue flicking over it, teeth nipping sharply. Briefly Ariel wondered how she could feel a mouth at both her pussy and her breast, but Adrik stole that thought from her, forcing her to think only of him and the pleasure he was forcing on her. She could feel her body tightening, pleasure searing her nerve ending, but just as he could control her thoughts and actions, he could also control her desires. No matter how she fought for sweet relief, it wouldn't come. "Please," Ariel finally cried out, giving into the inevitable, "please, Master! Help me, please." Adrik got up from his chair, and knelt between her legs, his hard cock pushing itself into her heated core, his cock filling her, touching every part of her, possessing her. Ariel came with a scream, white lightening shooting through her veins and exploding on her eyelids. He held himself there as her muscles spasmed around him, her orgasm seeming to go on for eternity. Finally, exhausted, she began to come down from her high, but Adrik had other ideas. He began to shove himself into her, setting a demanding rhythm, and unbelievably she could feel her body responding. She whimpered when the next orgasm hit, and then the next. Orgasm after orgasm until she finally sought ease in unconsciousness. *** Moaning softly, Ariel opened her eyes. Adrik was cleaning their cum off of her with a soft washrag. Exhausted she lay there, like a rag doll, too tired to do anything but watch as Adrik dressed and then came over to lengthen her leash. "Master?" Ariel asked hesitantly. "I have to go feed, my love." Adrik replied, his hand gently cupping Ariel's cheek. "I will be back soon. In the meantime you may wander around, but you are not to leave the cabin." With one last soft caress to Ariel's cheek, Adrik turned to leave, shutting and locking the door behind him. Forlornly Ariel lay around for a bit, before getting up to explore. His home was a small, one room cabin. The main living space held the bed, a few easy chairs and a small table. There was a small bathroom to the side of the main room, with the kitchen on the other side. Listlessly Ariel opened the refrigerator door and stared in. There was a good supply of food, enough to last a week or more. Bored, she selected an apple and shut the door. Slowly she finished the apple, then looked around for a clock. How long could it take to feed? And whom was he feeing on? A small pang of jealousy flared through her, at the thought that maybe he was taking blood from another woman, but she quashed it. He was her [i]captor[/i], not her friend or her lover. She didn't care what he did when away from her. Really, she didn't! After a bit she slowly got to her feet and returned to the bed, to curl up and doze. After she'd been sleeping a bit, she woke to a funny noise. Alarmed she sat up and looked around. It was getting on toward day; she could see the early glow of morning. Where was Adrik? He should have been back by now. Then she heard the noise again, it was a groan. Her eyes flew over to the fireplace. There, on the chair in front of it, was Adrik, but there was something wrong with the position he was in. Cautiously she rose to her feet and walked over to him. "Master?" she queried. "Master, are you ok?" Slowly, Adrik turned his face to her, eyes a hot red. She gasped and took a step back, but was stopped at his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She looked down and saw that his hand was covered in blood. "Oh, my gosh." she choked out. "What happened?" "I'm sorry, lil' one." Adrik whispered, fangs flashing as he talked. "I am in dire need of blood and I don't have the energy to cloud your mind." Ariel whimpered and began to tug at the hard hand holding her wrist. "Master . . . " she whimpered as he effortlessly reeled her in. "Master, please . . ." Adrik pulled her onto his lap. "I have to, Ariel. I've lost too much blood, and won't survive otherwise." Ariel struggled weekly, thoughts spinning through her head. Surprisingly enough the thought uppermost in her mind was that she couldn't loose him, not when she'd just found him. Desperately, her hand pushed against his shoulder, holding him away from her so that she could meet his gaze. Tiny lines of pain were etched around his mouth, and regret shone in his eyes. He truly didn't want this anymore than she did. With a sigh, Ariel gave up resistance, the hand on his head turning to a caress as she bared her neck for him. Unable to stop herself, a cry ripped out of her throat as his incisors bit deep into her neck. Desperately, she bit her lip to keep the cries and whimpers from escaping. After what seemed an eternity she felt that lick of his tongue at her neck, and his teeth pulling out of her muscles. Adrik tenderly held her to his chest. "Thank you, my love." he whispered tenderly in her ear. "I will never forget this." Ariel just rested her head on him. His voice seemed to be coming from far off. She gasped slightly as he stood, holding her in his arms. "You've lost more blood than is safe," he explained, walking over to the bed and sliding her between the sheets. "You'll need to rest for the next few days." Dizzy, Ariel closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep. Possession Kristen woke up stretching her young nubile body against the sheets enjoying the feel against her naked breasts. Looking toward the window at the daylight creeping in she smiled thinking of the girl she met at the club the previous night. She had been intoxicating in her innocence with her short blonde hair, denim mini skirt with a white blouse tucked in she honestly looked the part of a virgin schoolgirl. Kristen had watched her for quite some time, her shy timid demeanor she seemed so out of place in this club where so much adult activity ensued. Kristen herself had dressed to thrill for the evening in a tight pair of leather pants with thigh high boots and a red silk blouse unbuttoned down to just below her 38C breasts. Her fiery red hair was pulled back and she exuded confidence and unbridled sexuality in every movement. Several men and a couple of women had hit on her offering drinks with each being turned down with a laugh. Kristen had already found her quarry for the night. As the young blonde walked toward the bar Kristen made eye to eye contact with her and she smiled seductively trying to will her over with a look. The girl lowered her gaze to which Kristen smiled confidently knowing this girl was hers to have. She walked over and introduced herself saying "My name is Kristen and you seem to be a little lost here." The girl smiled sweetly and told Kristen her name was Nicole, Nikki for short. "So what brings you here Nikki?" Kristen inquired. "I was bored tonight and my boyfriend is out of town so I thought I would come down to check out the club, I think it was a mistake though I feel very out of place here." "Now pet I don' think it was a mistake. You just need a friend to enjoy the evening with" Kristen told her as she placed her hand on Nikki's "Let me buy you a drink. Is wine alright?" "Yes please Kristen I would like that." As they drank and talked Kristen saw and felt the submissiveness in this girl who she found out was only 19. She started to press further on this point. "Nikki I swear you look like a little schoolgirl in that outfit. Are you a naughty schoolgirl?" She said with a smile. Nikki Blushed at this and lowered her eyes again "Sometimes" Kristen said point blank to her then "Nikki I have wanted you since I saw you come in tonight, and I think you want me but it has to be on my terms do you understand?" Nikki looked up at Kristen's steady gaze, "I think so." Kristen smiled and handed her a card that had her phone number and address on it. "I will give you until 7:00 PM tomorrow to decide if you are interested. If you are do not call just present yourself at my front door dressed exactly as you are now only with no panties or bra and you arms folded behind your back. You are to ring my doorbell then kneel on the porch and wait, do not be late and Nikki......." The girl looked up suddenly "Yes!" "Do be sure this is what you want!" As Kristen lay there she felt her nipples harden at the thought of Nikki, knowing the girl was hers already. She toyed with them pinching each one sharply. Then she ran her hand down her flat stomach slowly, teasing herself as she yearned for release. Then further down she teased her erect clit before running her finger into herself, slowly fingering herself to a shattering orgasm. The Kristen lay back in the now dampened sheets thinking of Nikki's blonde hair and her body and how she would enjoy using her, then drifted back to sleep. Nikki slept very little after leaving the club, she was in torment not knowing quite how to respond to the brazen request Kristen had made, though it really wasn't a request at all. The look in her eyes, that confidence that Nikki could never possess told her that she was hers already and all she had to do was to give in to what she knew she had to do. Even so it kept her on the edge of excitement and also anticipation of what she knew in her heart she must give in to for the rest of the night until the next day, when she finally resigned herself to be kneeling at this virtual strangers door at the appointed time waiting to be possessed by her fully and completely. As she went through her daily activities Nikki seemed to be all thumbs and with her mind purely fixed on excitement of what was to come that evening as she gave herself over to the desires she had long held, to be under someone else's control and give herself over to the pleasure it brought. She though the time to get ready would never arrive. But mercifully at 5:30 PM she started to get ready. As she stepped into the shower her pussy was completely wet but she would not give in she was going to go to her Mistress to be in complete arousal. By 6:00 she was dressing and sat in front of her vanity to put her hair into pigtails like a little girl to complete the look. Her nipples stood out hard and erect against the thin material of the white blouse as she walked out the door for the trip to Kristen's. Throughout the day Kristen had worked to get her house and playroom just right for her new pet to arrive as there would be no time later. She had also went to a little shop she knew to buy a special item Just for Nikki so that when she submitted to her Nikki could fully understand the seriousness of what was to happen to her life. At 6:30 Kristen was dressed in a black leather miniskirt and a see through white lace blouse and the boots she wore to the club and she found herself anxious while listening to some soft music as this girl struck a chord in her like no other would be lover ever had. Kristen had possessed many slaves over the years, both male and female but this one was to be something special, and if she chose perhaps her last. At exactly 10 minutes to 7:00 she heard a car in the driveway and glanced outside to see Nikki driving up. As she got out of her car admiring Kristen's obviously elegant house and lawn she laughed softly at how the girl seemed to be trembling even now as she walked to the porch. Kristen stood and looked through the large peephole in the door to watch as Nikki unsteadily rang the bell and then knelt exactly as she was told. Kristen waited leaving her there until 7:05 before opening the door and beckoning her in. She came in unsure what to do and Kristen led her by the arm to the center of the room. "Are you certain my pet?" Asked Kristen of Nikki. Clearing her throat softly with her eyes lowered she answered in a whisper "Yes I am" "What did you say Nikki I could not hear you." Nikki replied louder this time" Yes I am ready." "What are you ready for pet?" "To give myself over to you Kristen." She replied her voice unsteady with excitement. "Completely?" Kristen asked of her raisin an eyebrow! "Yes completely" With that Kristen walked over to her and raised the hem of the tiny skirt above her waist admiring her gorgeous ass and pussy. Then she ran her hand into the trembling girls blouse to fondle her naked breasts, smaller than hers but so very nice. Then she kissed her pressing her tongue into Nikki's mouth as Nikki responded to her. "I want you to kneel right here as I instructed you to kneel at the door, this is the only position you will be in unless I tell you differently my pet" Kristen told her. Kristen went to sit in a large overstuffed leather chair and started to explain the rules to Nikki and as she went over each one by one she had Nikki to agree to each one. "Now Nikki I want you to strip and bend over the bench over there and I will show you what you can expect when you disobey." While the girl stripped and got into position Kristen went to the closet and retrieved an old wooden paddle. She explained "I got this from an old friend who was a retired teacher and she said she had used it many times in her career and it served very well. Perhaps when I am finished you will have an opinion about this Nikki. I can assure you of this you will have a definite impression of how it feels!" With that she adjusted the girl's position a little and rubbing the paddle across her lovely bottom she told her "If you want to cry out this time it is alright as this is really going to hurt!" The she brought the heavy paddle crashing down on her unprotected bottom SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK, and SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK Then she stopped with Nikki sobbing softly. She put the paddle down and gently pulled her up and embraced her in her arms. "I am sorry pet but you have to know what the price for being bad is." She led her back to her chair and taking a bottle of lotion off the table she drew the girl across her lap with her reddened ass upturned and putting lotion onto each cheek gently rubbed it in. and then between her legs down to her pussy as Nikki spread her legs to give Kristen access to that part of her. "Get up Nikki" Kristen commanded her After she stood Kristen stood also and took off her clothes and led her to the bedroom and took her into her bed and into her arms. They kissed and Nikki worked her way down Kristen's body nibbling and kissing all the way to her soaking pussy then licking her clit softly and pressing her tongue into her enjoying the taste of her Mistress' juices on her tongue. Kristen grabbed her hair at the back and pressed her face in closer as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her entire being. Then as her orgasm subsided she drew her new pet up and into her arms kissing her tasting her own juices on her lips and mouth and enjoying the feel of this young body pressed against her, knowing that she was hers tonight and the next and the next and possibly from now on. She embraced Nikki holding her close as they both drifted off to sleep in the afterglow of their pleasure.