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Its All Coming Back to Me

By: babes66



It had been so long since I had seen you. 

I had convinced myself I had moved on; gotten past the addiction that was you. 

At first, I had lain awake, night after night, a hot ache between my legs, longing for you to be there, to feel your touch, to feel you possess me; but over time, the feelings faded to memories and I took a new lover, someone less exciting, but also less demanding. I convinced myself I was fine, I didn’t need your particular brand of fun. How wrong I was.



She opened the door and felt her heart stop. There he stood in the sunlight, bathing over him as if he owned it, as if it’s only purpose was to show the world his beauty.

Her hand flew to her throat; her brain tried to make desperate sense of his being here; her stomach flipped and her crotch ached. Just like that. All this time, and all he had to do was stand there and she wanted him. She hated him, but God how she wanted him.

She had forgotten how desperate a hunger he fueled in her, how the flick of his eyes down the length of her body could make her nipples hard.

“You look good Cara”, he said with a half smile, that same lazy smile that used to warm her heart, the same smile that always made her feel like she was the only woman on the planet.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, instantly flustered. She suddenly wished she was better dressed, had on more make-up, or perhaps body armor, she wasn’t sure which.

“Aren’t you glad to see me?” he asked, knowing damn well the effect he was having on her. God, she hated him, she hated herself for letting him do this to her, their whole relationship he had the power to turn her into jelly, the sexual chemistry between them had been so strong it had blocked out everything else. For months she had wandered in a daze of lust, ignoring her family, work, everything but when she would get her next fix of him. When he left, her world had stopped turning, she had lain on her bed, waiting to die, but eventually she realized her heart kept beating even though she didn’t want it to, and days came and went, and eventually she decided to give herself a kick and get on with her life. She had thought she had succeeded, she had found someone else, someone less addictive and less challenging, someone manageable, who fitted into her life without causing so much as a ripple. She convinced herself she was happy.

Only now here he was, smiling at her, and her first thoughts were of his fingers slipping between her thighs, of his tongue circling her nipple, slowly, ever decreasing circles until he hit the tip, and sucked it into his mouth……..she was in trouble.

She fought her body, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart and find her voice.

“I asked what you were doing here.” She tried to sound dismissive, she didn’t want him to know what he was doing to her, didn’t want him to know the power he still held to control her every breath.

“I’ve missed you too,” he said with sarcastic edge to his voice.

Then he regained his grin and said “ I left a couple of music books here when I went, and now I really need them, you didn’t burn them or anything did you?” he managed to look almost sheepish, disarming her anger instantly.

She wanted to say yes, she had burned them, she wanted to tell him to go to hell, yet she heard her mouth invite him into her home and say she would get them for him.

As he walked past her in the open doorway, his arm brushed her breast, lightly and in passing, but it was enough to make her knees weak. As she closed the door, then led him through to the living room, she tried to control her traitorous libido, she told herself she could do this, she could be calm and civilized until he left, and then she could have a damn good cry if need be; as long as she didn’t make a total fool of herself just now.

“You’ve redecorated.” He said scanning her living room. When they had been together it had been warm African tones, now it was silver grey, with chrome finishing and light fittings, and reflective panels on the walls.

“It needed a change.” She said. How could she explain to him that she had tried to change everything as much as she possibly could? That everything in her home had reminded her of him, driving her crazy every moment of every day?

“It’s nice,” he said politely, looking around “I wouldn’t have thought it was your style, but actually its very nice.”

Not wanting to encourage small talk of interior design, she just thanked him politely, and went to move away to find his books.

“Have you christened it yet?” he asked, blowing all her intentions clean out of the water.

“Pardon?” she gasped, not believing what she was hearing!

“We christened every piece of furniture in the old room” he stated calmly “ I just wondered if you’ve fucked anyone on that sofa yet”

As he asked the question, his eyes darkened, and she saw the lust there, the hunger she remembered so well. His eyes swept over to her new sofa, it was a large black leather couch. 

She remembered it’s predecessor, he had bent her over the back of it to take her from behind as she came home from work, had lain her on it as he drove her crazy teasing her while they were supposedly watched a movie; had sat on it with his head thrown back as she had given him a blowjob. She had had to get rid of it, every time she looked at it she had seen him, longed for him.

“That’s none of your business” she snapped, wishing he would leave, let her get back to her calm new life, wanting to forget the way she was feeling now, wanting him as if he had never left.

“Oh, I think it is” he stated, suddenly moving towards her, bringing his hand up and round her neck to stroke the soft skin at the base of her skull. He gazed into her eyes, now wide with fear and anguish, as he said “I still want you, every minute of every day, I want you.”

How she had longed for those words during the months following his abrupt departure, how she had dreamed of him returning, telling her he couldn’t live without her. But things had changed, she was stronger now, she told herself, she didn’t have to do this again.

“You left” she said “You made your bed, now you have to lie in it”

She silently praised herself for being so strong, so independent, so tough.

His next words ripped right through it all.

“Talking of beds…..” he paused “ I like that train of thought” he said, grinning at her as if it was the most natural thing in the world to turn up here and expect her to be available.

She tried to think of a quick rejoinder, something to put him in his place and let him know he wasn’t impressing her, but before she could move he pulled her forward roughly by the neck, and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth with a force that took her breath away and made her knees weak.

Pushing her backwards onto the new couch, he lay on top of her, and when she tried to bring up her hands to fight him off, he easily grabbed them, and holding both her wrists with one of his hands, broke the kiss to gaze down at her.

“Don’t fight me Cara, I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to come to you, to feel my cock slip inside you, feel you pulling me in, pumping me dry”

“Get off me!” she gasped.

“I can’t” he stated “ I have to have you again, just once more, I have to.”

The anguish in his eyes as he groaned out the words almost undid her resolve, her stomach felt as if hot liquid was coursing through it, her breasts ached where his body pressed against them, his thigh, pressed between her legs, was burning through her clothes to her clit, which in turn was sending signals to her pussy, making it pour that hot liquid, ready for him.

This chain reaction inside her body didn’t show in her face though, she knew she was lost if he guessed how much she wanted him, she had to sound hard and tell him to go, it was her only chance of keeping her sanity.

“You can’t have me, if you don’t get off me right now I will charge you with rape” she yelled.

Strangely, this threat seemed to bring the flash back into his eyes. He gazed down at her face, then shifting slightly let his eyes wander down to her breasts, heaving with fear and excitement, but with undeniably erect nipples, straining towards him.

“I’ve never raped a woman in my life Cara, and I don’t intend to start now, by the time I slide my cock inside you, you will be begging me to fuck you, begging me as if your life depended on it” The calm assurance in his voice, the arrogant assumption that she would surrender herself to him even after all this time, should have made her angrier, yet it was so unbelievably sexy that she couldn’t repress a moan of desire. His knowledge of her body and his total control of her responses had always turned her on. She didn’t want to be strong, or in charge, what she wanted was this, to be desired, to be made to feel whatever he wanted her to feel, to come when he decided she should. Oh Lord, how could she have ever thought she could resist him? He owned her body; it was his to command, just as it had always been. 

She desperately fought to get free before it was too late, but her feeble struggles only made him laugh as he knelt up, straddling her. Still holding her wrists with one hand, the fingers of the other traced the line of her neck as he spoke softly into her ear.

“I’ll tell you what, if you still want me to go in ten minutes, I’ll leave without an argument and never come back, but for the next ten minutes, I get to persuade you, that seems fair to me” his voice was low, and she could feel his hot breath on the skin next to her ear. 

As he finished talking, he did two things at once, the first was to dip his head forward, slowly nibbling the tender flesh between her ear and her neck, and the other was to draw his free hand slowly up over her ribs towards her breast, searing her skin through the fine fabric of her vest top. Her breathe caught in her throat as her whole being focused on the feelings in her throat and body. Her brain registered the heat as he trailed his tongue over the skin of her neck, down to where it joined her collarbone, and then the pain as he bit there. Her body though was focused on that slow moving hand, her nipple strained towards it, as if by becoming even harder she could speed its arrival there. When it reached the underside of her breast and stroked through the fabric with his thumb, her hips bucked of their own volition, her body taking over, screaming its need to him.

Instead of caressing the nipple it kept moving though, almost making her scream with frustration. It moved up to the thin straps of her top, and grasping one tightly, he tore it loose. Then he moved to the other, and repeated the gesture. Now her small vest was free, and he roughly hauled it down to her waist, stopping to look at her trembling body beneath him.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you” he groaned in a voice heavy with need of its own. His mouth lowered, and there he was, tongue lapping at her nipple, before clamping it between his warm lips, sucking it into the wetness of his mouth, then biting it gently with his teeth.

The groan that escaped her was beyond human, beyond our civilized veneer. It cut through to the animal inside, to the primitive needs and desires hidden away where we don’t have to face them and admit they are ours. In response, he bit harder, then sucked her nipple until it was stretched beyond what should have been possible. She felt herself being pulled inside him, and felt a pulling within her that matched it perfectly, deep within her stomach, muscles contracted and stretched, ready for what they recognized as now being inevitable.

His mouth left her right breast, trailing over to the other to repeat the process, she arched her back, needing to be closer than was possible, wanting this to never end.

As his hungry mouth moved lower, trailing molten lava down over her skin, she recognized in some small part of her brain that she should be fighting, but oh, she had forgotten how good it felt to be his, how right it felt to surrender. She heard herself cry out and wasn’t sure if it was anguish or desire that caused the cry in her voice.

The shorts she was wearing were elasticated at the waist, and, still without releasing her trapped wrist, he managed to pull them down towards her knees, followed by her pale pink lacey thong. The touch of his hand in the sensitive skin of her inner thigh almost started an orgasm there and then, and her breathe seemed trapped forever in her chest as he stroked upwards.

“I can smell you Cara, I’d forgotten you good your lust smells.” His fingers trailed along the lips of her sex, feeling the moisture soaking her.

“God, your so wet” he stated, bringing his hand up to his mouth, letting her see her own juices covering him, before reaching out his tongue to taste them.” You taste as sweet as ever” he said, bringing his fingers to her own open lips, rubbing them across her soft bottom lip where she could taste herself. “See how sweet you taste?” he asked as her tongue came out and licked her lip, tasting her need for him.

“Oh please” she cried, and her voice sounded distant above the drumming in her ears of her own frantic heartbeat.

He stopped and looked down at her, his eyes so dark with lust the normally pale gray looked as dark as thunderclouds.

“Please what?” he asked “Please stop? Or please fuck me?”

“Fuck me!” she cried, all pride gone now, replaced only with deep overwhelming need.

“Fuck you what?” he said with quiet menace “Beg me, if you want to feel me inside you then beg me”

“Fuck me please” she cried, her voice breaking with need “Please, oh please, I need to feel you inside me, fuck me now!”

She felt her wrists released as his hand moved down to undo his trousers, freeing himself to enter her. She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her shaven mound, an army ready to invade, as she begged him to take her, she was his, she had always been his.

When he pushed into her, her muscles remembered his girth and shaped, they fitted around him as if he had never been away, as he pushed all the way inside, then that final thrust tiling his pelvis to reach the very depths of her, she felt her body disappear, vaporised by the strength of the orgasm tearing through it. All his weight was behind each long hard thrust, her orgasm rolled over her, lifting and tossing her like a leaf on the wind. When he withdrew she felt bereft of all she wanted, she would have died at that moment to have him back within her.

“I don’t want to come yet” he moaned as he sat back on her couch “I’ve been dreaming of this too long to have it end so fast, I want to feel you take me in your mouth. Clean you’re come off me with your tongue.”

He sat back, pulling her upwards, pulling her head forward towards his cock, slick and wet from her.

She had always loved his cock; it looked so beautiful, engorged with his need for her. The feeling of power as she licked round the head, of hearing him groan as she run her tongue up and down the shaft; of feeling his hips buck to meet her as she sucked him into her mouth, closing her lips around him, running her tongue up and down as she worked him in and out of her mouth, she had forgotten how good this could be. She had never done this with any other lover, before or after him, it was only his cock that held this strange fascination for her. She wanted to swallow it whole, felt it slide into her throat as she closed her lips tight around the base of the shaft. His fingers as they slid down over her ass and between her lips to caress her clit were the final excitement she need to bring on her second orgasm. As she swallowed him down, then released him to lick the eye before pulling him back in to begin again, she felt him squeeze the small nub between his thumb and middle finger, and she screamed with him inside her throat as the orgasm took over. The vibration within her throat as she cried out in ecstasy was his final undoing as well, she felt his cock expand as hot come rushed upwards into her throat, she swallowed it down sucking it out of him, spurt after spurt until she thought she would drown, but not caring, never wanting this to end.

When he finally withdrew and lay back on her new sofa, gasping and soaked with sweat, she lay back, marveling at how easily it had all come back to her. Her need of him, her lust, her uninhibited pleasure in his body and her own, the chemistry that ignited between them.

She knew that however many times he left, she would always be there when he came back, as long as he wanted her she would be his.

It's All Coming Back To Me



My eyes open as the hazy blur soon gives away to the image of my surroundings. I am on a four post bed and the walls are a sandy brown. There appears to be no door just a panel upon one of the walls.

I find myself wearing no clothes and my cock rock hard. I ease off the bed and make my way to the balcony.

The sight outside is nothing like I have ever seen before, the entire building I am in appears perched on the cliff face, down below there is the ocean crashing against the bottom of the cliff.

Toward the horizon I see two spears of rock protruding out from the ocean and ending close together but not attached. The sun gives a warm glow over all that I see, it is truly breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ah you're awake," A voice comes from behind me.

I turn around and I am faced with a beautiful nude woman, light brown skin and adorned in only a mask, a Venetian mask of sorts which covered her eyes.

"Morning," I say to her.

She gingerly steps toward me, looks down at my hard cock and back up to me and says "Allow me."

She gets down on her knees and begins to tenderly suck on my cock as I stand against the railing of the balcony as the sun continues to bask down on this glorious scene. She sucks in an amazing manner as if she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

Her mouth gets off my cock and she stands up and turns around and bends over to position her gorgeous ass toward my cock. My cock slides inside her and she moves up and down its length, her moans of lust continue and a little louder they get after each thrust of my cock inside her pussy.

The pussy of this woman is amazing as I stand here with her fucking me. I place my hands on the railing behind to steady myself whilst she fucks away rhythmically and moaning lustfully with each pass.

The time comes and my seed spurts deep inside her and she loves this as her orgasm comes in time with mine. She then gets up and turns to me.

"Our leader Clara while be with you shortly."

"Thank you, by the way, what is your name?"

"It's Maria; maybe I'll see you later."

She turns around walks off toward the panel on the wall and the door slides open she steps through it and disappears. The door slides shut and I search the room for anything to make sense of what is going on here.

I sit on the edge of the bed and try to find memories which will tell me what is going on here. I sit for a few hours and watch, through the opening leading to the balcony, the sun marching toward the other end of the planet.

The sun has almost dipped and then the door opens, in walks another women but this one was dressed, barely. A simple white garment tied at the sides and behind. The outfit stopping just below her vagina and barely covering her ass. Her long black hair comes down just past her shoulders and a pair of striking blue eyes.

"Clara I presume." 

"That would be correct Silvio, I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

"Yes, um what is going on?"

"Well for one you are not on earth."

"I am not on earth, I see, the natural features outside indicated as such."

"You are on a distant planet called Clarac in the Shino system."

"I see, why am I here."

"You don't remember well, I can show you why you are here."

"I would like that."

"Come on," Clara says whilst holding out her hand. I grasp her hand and we walk out into the hall. The glass of the hallway comes as a stark difference from the brown walls in the room. "So are you the only one who is dressed," I blurt out.

"Oh, no reason really it is the most anyone can where around here, I had a feeling you were a soldier," Clara replied as she casually untied the dress tossed it to the ground continued walking now naked.

"Soldier," I think to myself.

We continued through the compound as Clara informed me of what exactly this place and it seems to be a lustful resort of sorts but one that is reserved for the highest bidder, at least that was the cover Clara mentioned. The place really doubled as a staging post for soldiers all of which were female, drawing on a tactic almost 200 years old. Females could distract and bring down greedy, horny men.

We reach a door and Clara interacts with a panel alongside the door and then she ushers me inside. There are two leather chairs and a projector above them which she switches on and images start to display on the screen as I sit down. It was security footage which refreshed my memory.

I arrived here injured and my ship was malfunctioning and needed repairs. I crashed landed on the roof and fell out when the door opened. I had a hard hit on the concrete and that's probably what caused my memory loss. 

However the reason why still eludes me. The nano gel had fixed me up and left no scars. I look towards Clara and thanked her.

"No problem Silvio, now care for something to eat.?"

"Certainly Clara."

We make our way to the mess hall and sit down to enjoy a meal, whilst many beautiful and naked women moved about the mess hall adorned in masks. Clara had obviously noticed my curious expression about the masks these women were wearing.

"Yes it is part of what we do; I don't wear one because I am the face of this place here on Humanity's most glamorous colonised planet. Our island is located in a body of water called the Sea of Simulation it was named after such a sea in a film made back on earth 150 years ago."

"I see, I wasn't aware of this planet as all my instruments were shot and I needed somewhere to land. I feel as though I should know it but my mind is still drawing up a blank."

"Well, Silvio that is because we have to let your mind bring that to you slowly. What you saw was just there to jog your memory. A shot was included while we were patching you up to help you remember, It should be back to you by morning."

"I certainly hope so," I reply to Clara.

I return to my quarters decide to hit the hay.

(The next day).

My eyes open and suddenly I remember everything.

"Clara." I say in a clear voice.

She steps in from the balcony, naked as she was yesterday.

"Remember?"

"Yes, my name is Commander Silvio Stone, of the Earth Extra Solar Navy. I was doing the routine inspection of Andromeda galaxy and suddenly I was attacked and the shields were hit. A video message popped up on the main bridge console. A shadowy figure said I was to die and that he was going to kill me."

"And then Commander, what happened?"

"I fired at the engines of his ship and disabled it. All the while he was on the link to me. I then initiated FTL drive and then got the hell out of there. I wound up here and then found a bomb attached to my hull which attached itself unnoticed after the first strike. It exploded and I then hurtled planetside. I managed to slow down and crashed onto the roof of this place. Needless to say the crash knocked me out."

"This was certainly better than last time."

"The last time?"

"Yes, the man who founded this place Miles Warrick, he was spelunking in nearby caves and slipped and was knocked unconscious. We went to look for him and found him. We brought him back here and told him what went wrong. We then administered the same shot which we gave to you. After telling him everything he snapped and then hid in his quarters for two days."

"Was it a side effect or adverse reaction?"

"It was certainly, the information was too much in his state and as such he snapped and one night he disappeared and wasn't seen since. So learned from that mistake."

"Well thank you Clara."

Clara walks over to the bed and sits next to me. She leans in close and we share a kiss. A single kiss turns to snogging and fondling. Our hands feel every inch of our naked bodies. I then lay back and Clara leads her hands to my cock and begins to stroke.

She soon provides some lubrication for my cock my sucking ever so gently on the extremely hard rod standing to attention.

Clara fondles my balls while sucking my cock and this sends a tingling sensation through my entire body. I lift her up by her hair and say to her "Your turn."

I get up of the bed and she lies on her back. I pull her toward the edge of the bed and spread her legs apart. I then moistened her clit with a flick of the tongue. I place my mouth over her pussy and lick tenderly as I tip toe my fingers up from her waist to her luscious and tender breasts. While I use my other hand to keep her legs spread.

I plunge my tongue past the hood of her clitoris getting at her more sensitive bits. Her vocal responses seem get louder and as I progress. I feel her moisture increasing as my tongue continues to progress licking at just the right spot tipping her over the edge.

She goes silent and grips the bed and then roars "OOOH FUCK," as her orgasm rips through her entire body. She calms herself whilst her orgasm subsides. She tilts my head up toward her and whispers to me "Put that thing inside me."

I duly oblige and stand up and slide myself inside her as she lays on the bed, with my cock deep inside her she looks up at me intently. I bend down and put her hands around the back of my neck and then I lift her up and walk outside to the balcony.

The midday afternoon is bright and everything the light touches seems to shimmer. I stand in the middle of the balcony whilst holding Clara and thrusting inside her. As her entire body moves in my arms the sweat begins to form on our bodies from the sun and our vigorous activities.

I feel my balls about to explode and it seems Clara is on track for an orgasm. We climax simultaneously. I put her on the ground as my cock slides out of her covered in her bodily fluids. We go back inside and lay on the bed for a little while but we end up drifting off.

Clara gets up off the bed after waking and steps to a panel adjacent to the bed, interacts with it, and then a door opens to the bathroom, I follow her inside and she turns on the shower. 

She and I step under the warm jet of water and began feel each other up again. She drops to her knees and grasps my now hard again cock. She strokes it and licks the tip of it with her tongue all the while water streams down our bodies.

She sucks and fondles my cock with her tongue. Her slow and methodical movements heighten my senses as the water rains down on us. To say that were are both wet at this point will be an understatement.

I lift her head up, off my cock and I get onto the floor and lean myself against the wall. Clara slides herself onto my cock and wraps her legs and arms around me and fixes her gaze intently into my eyes.

Her wet hair clings to her as she rides up and down on my cock. Her movements are slow and deliberate as we continue to fuck well into the afternoon. Soon Clara reaches a climax and roars with primal lust as the orgasm rips through her drenched body.

I continue to fuck as I feel my release fast approaching and I feel it come and I shoot my load into her and she enjoys every moment of it.

We get up and lather each other down. The imminent danger soon dawns upon us and we cannot ignore it any longer. We finish up in the bathroom and look outside to find night has fallen.

"Clara, I now know why you run this place."

"Why, thank you Silvio."

"I will need to inspect my ship and check ammunition reserves."

"Certainly, Silvio, and not to worry about ammunition as we have a large supply. Perimeter guns upon the rock faces, roof top and a perimeter detection net."

"A lot of security for this place, what is it called?"

"Ageratos, a name from Greece, back on earth, it means ageless."

"Appropriate, it would seem."

We then head down to the landing bay at the base of the building and I walk in to find the finishing touches being put on my ship all be female mechanics in the nude.

"It would seem, I am the only man present Clara."

"That would be correct Silvio, what do you think of your ship?"

I look upon my ship and I am pleased with what I am finding. I see al damage has been repaired and some new additions have been added.

"We put in some new additions and upgrades, as per your request before you went passed out."

"I could never quite put my health before my ship, but it's kept me alive so far."

"Understandable for you Commander."

"Yes, it is, I need to check inside."

"Of course, step right in Silvio."

I walk inside and find all controls repaired, I then head down to storage and find my armour and weapons locked, loaded, and ready to go. I then hear a siren blare out. Clara, steps in and tells a rogue ship is on its way.

"Clara, ready weapons and you troops."

"Certainly."

Clara leaves to suit up; I do the same and don my armour. I ready my weapons and steady my mind. I am in for a fight.

I walk outside my ship and find Clara suited up and a rifle in hand, with about two dozen female soldiers ready for action.

"Any words before battle Commander?"

"I look upon the gathered force before me and know that we can win. This is in all likelihood the ship that attacked me, be on the lookout for explosives dropped, keep your senses sharp, and one more thing give them hell."

The soldiers leave to command their posts, Clara and I head to the roof. Four guns are now erected on the roof being operated by the soldiers. We stand on the middle of the roof and spot the tell-tale lights of a ship in the distance.

"Steady on the guns." I shout.

The ion pulse cannons align and take aim at the ship. I try radio contact and I hear nothing. I pull out my binoculars and notice weapons emerging from the ship.

"Fire!"

The canons each fire a pulse that combines with one another and shot heads for the ship. The ship manoeuvres but the pulse still grazes the hull. Pods eject and soldiers then parachute out of them, some are shot down and others land on the balconies below. Myself and Clara head down to assist the soldiers stationed within the building, whilst the four soldiers keep firing upon the ship.

Soldiers are gunned down, losses on both sides we continue. Our numbers dwindle slightly but we appear to be gaining the upper hand. I know being a fire fight of attrition will certainly not work. I leave Clara to assist the soldiers and scout for any more hostiles.

Suddenly a bullet grazes my leg and turn and fire my gun it misses and my clip is empty. I hustle in another clip and ready my aim.

"Still alive I see," shouts a voice from around the corner.

"Who wants to know?" I shout back.

"Come now Commander Stone, you think you and your horde of whores can stop me."

"Why did you attack me I am a naval commander."

"You think your title scares me."

Just then the voice became a face as the man taunting me reveals himself. I shoot him immediately and he falls. I get closer and fire off another round just to be sure. I check his pulse, he is dead.

I feel something and turn around promptly a shot hit my armour and I turn and fall to the ground. My rifle is just out of reach and I hear footsteps coming towards me. I hear the distinctive sound of a weapon being holstered. It seems my attacker is overconfident.

He gets down on one knee to and proceeds to grab my arm and turn me around. As he does so, I turn grab him and stab him in the throat. I keep the blade in and draw my pistol and shoot him once in the chest and once in the head.

I push his body to one side and withdraw the knife from his neck. I sheath my knife and holster my pistol. I pick up my rifle and head to regroup with Clara and the others.

"Silvio, are you alright?"

"I've been worse, Clara what's the situation."

"We have eliminated all the intruders."

"I caught two, were not too much trouble, one of them was a bit too chatty for my liking.

"Miles, that sounds like him, where is the body."

"Follow Me Clara."

We head to where I eliminated the two men and found there still lifeless bodies. Clara looks upon them and then turns to me.

"It's him, a sneaky fucker, the louder one is his lap dog. They were not soldiers just trigger happy fucks."

"Is it over?"

"Yes it would seem so Silvio."

"What about the ship Clara?"

"It crashed onto the rocks, it is just a few shards of metal left from the gun fire from the roof."

We counted the scars of battle and rid ourselves of remnants of the enemy. We sink with their ship into the depths of the Sea of Simulation. 

As for our fallen sisters, the following day we construct funeral pyres for them and allow them proper rights to depart from this world.

After our wounds of war were treated we once again shed our clothes and reverted to enjoying the nature as it had enjoyed us. We sat down on the top of the cliff as we sat there together.

"Clara I want you, and I think you know that by now."

"Silvio, I do, and I want you as well, we can stay here and be together."

"There is nothing I would like more."

We look forth on the sunset an enjoy each other knowing we have both found happiness.



It's All Coming Back To Me Now



Shaun lies on the mattress, seeing nothing but a warm red haze behind his closed eyelids. Somewhere off to the right of him, a woman with a lot of enthusiasm but not much vocabulary moans out, "Oh, fuck, oh FUCK, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" over and over and over again as her partner does something extremely perverted to her body. He doesn't wonder what's happening to her. He doesn't really feel much like thinking at all. There's a certain timelessness to this moment, a dreamy peace that fills both mind and body and leaves him completely content. His body is utterly sated, his thoughts totally still; he simply luxuriates in the warm feeling of the perfect body held tightly against his own and lets everything go but that.

Slowly, thoughts and memories return to him. He regains enough will to gently play with Judi's nipple, rubbing his finger against the very tip and feeling a warm surge of happiness at her sleepy sighs of pleasure. His thoughts drift back, from the mattress to the bed to the massage table to the elevator all the way up to the hotel room.

Shaun blissfully replays it all in his mind from the beginning.

*****

It wasn't the beginning, of course. It wasn't even the first day of the convention. But when Shaun returned to the hotel room with Judi, he knew it was the beginning of something, even if he wasn't sure what. He could feel something stirring inside him...a desire, not just for sex but for submission as well, that almost scared him with its intensity. It had been a long time since he'd felt nervous about it like that--he'd been Judi's "pet" (she never really liked the term "slave") for years, now, and he liked to think that submission felt natural and comfortable to him. When she'd suggested coming to a kink convention, he hadn't really thought it would be anything more than just an interesting and fun way to spend a weekend. They'd agreed on boundaries--no public nudity, at least none for him, and no public play. But now, after a couple of days at the convention, he felt like he wanted to give her something more of himself--a deeper level of obedience than ever before. Something like the things he'd seen over the last few hours.

Judi had sent him out of the room while she gave one of her other pets some much-needed private attention, and he'd spent the time wandering through the open "play spaces" set aside for attendees. He'd wandered in a daze, feeling as though he was watching more than just sex--they were the same actions that he'd seen on pornographic websites time and time again, but seeing real people perform them with passion and genuine devotion to each other gave the actions more meaning, more power. They'd seemed joyful in a way he'd never seen before, not just erotic but actually beautiful and loving. Shaun hadn't been able to bring himself to join in, even though he had Judi's permission--he didn't know how to begin asking two other people (or three, or four, or in a few fairly spectacular instances even more) if he could participate in their uninhibited BDSM play--but he'd watched from a respectful distance. And as he'd watched, he'd wondered, and as he'd wondered, he'd imagined, and by the time Judi had found him and brought him back to the hotel room, Shaun was filled with a desire to do things he'd never thought of before tonight.

Shaun didn't know how to explain it all to Judi, though. He just stared at her, imagining what it would be like to gaze into her eyes down there in the play space, to let his mind sink into a deep hypnotic trance and hear her command him to strip naked in front of all those strangers. He imagined knowing--really knowing, deep down in his heart--just how much power she had over him as he helplessly obeyed. He felt his cock stiffening inside his pants at the thought.

She looked over to the bed, where her other pets had already fallen asleep. A few hours ago, Shaun was just about ready to join them, but the sexual energy that filled him had burned away all the exhaustion he'd felt just a little bit ago. When he'd left the hotel room, all he could think about was getting back inside and collapsing onto the bed. Now, all he wanted to do was go back downstairs with Judi.

She turned back to him and smiled. "Go into the bathroom," she said quietly, "and grab the paper bag with the massage oils in it." He saw it, then, a light in her eyes that he knew matched his own. It was well after midnight, but Judi wasn't tired either. Shaun just about raced into the hotel bathroom to get the bag.

He stepped back out to find her putting a few items into a backpack. She slung it over her shoulder, then reached over to the counter and picked up a leash. "Come on," she said, clipping it onto the bracelet he wore around his wrist. "Let's go for a little walk." Shaun sighed contentedly as he felt it click into place--the collar he wore around his neck was just for show, here at the convention where people placed store in such displays. The tiny bracelet around his wrist, scarcely recognizable as a collar unless you looked closely enough to notice the tiny metal loop where a leash could be attached...that was his true collar. That was the one he wore always, even at work or with friends and family. That was the sign of his total and permanent devotion to his Mistress, and it felt right that the leash should be put on him there instead of on the more obvious collar around his neck.

They carefully closed the door behind them as they stepped out into the hallway, so as not to wake the others. Shaun took Judi's hand in his own, feeling the leash in her grip and her warm, soft flesh around it. He never got tired of the touch of her skin; it was practically an addiction for him. "Do you know why I asked you to come along with me to this convention?" Judi said as they headed towards the elevator.

"Um..." It was already getting a little bit hard to think. Shaun felt like he was already beginning to slip into a trance simply from the atmosphere. Something about the walk felt like a ritual, like a procession of two heading with measured steps down towards some great temple dedicated to submission, with Judi as a priestess leading a supplicant to worship. He felt like he'd slipped into a dream. "No, I don't," he said quietly. Even the care they were taking not to wake residents of the other rooms gave the whole thing a church-like hush.

"I asked Daniel to come along because he needed my care," she said, "and Kat came along because she had something she needed to explore." She gave the leash an affectionate tug. "And you are here for me. You're here because you don't need anything except to serve me. Whatever I need, you can be there for me, completely and without reservations. That's your gift...and I wanted to let you know how important that gift is to me. Always."

"Yours," Shaun said. That word said so much between them, a summation of the bonds of love, friendship and ownership that tied them together tighter than any wedding ring ever could. He didn't just love Judi, he belonged to her. He was hers.

"Mine," she whispered back as she pressed the elevator button. "And I'm keeping you."

Shaun smiled as the elevator doors opened. The elevator was empty, no real surprise at this time of night. The two of them got inside and pressed the lobby button.

"So," Judi said, "we're going to go down to the play space now, and we're going to find a massage table. I'm going to take my clothes off, and let you give me a full-body massage just like you've been wanting to. And then I'm going to let you eat my pussy, right there in front of everyone. You don't have to take your clothes off, and you don't have to do anything else."

The boundaries they'd negotiated so carefully now seemed distant and unimportant, but Shaun still didn't know how he was going to express the desires that the evening had stirred up inside him; it was almost as much of a surprise to him as it was to Judi when he said "Can I?" in a tiny voice.

But she must have known what kind of thoughts led him to say it, because she hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "Of course." She kissed him on the lips. "And I love the way you begged without even saying 'please' just now."

As always, as soon as he'd processed the thought that she was pleased with him, he felt a warm blanket of pleasure descend onto his mind that stayed with him all the way through their walk across the lobby to the other set of elevators that took them to the lower levels of the hotel. Obedience is pleasure. The first command she'd ever instilled in his mind, and the one that had sunk deepest. He had pleased his Mistress. He had obeyed. Years of hypnosis made the connection with pleasure almost instantaneous.

They descended the second set of elevators in silence, anticipation making it difficult for either of them to speak. Shaun just focused on the nearness of her, the physical pleasure of her touch, and let his mind sink deeper into the reverent trance he'd started to feel as soon as he'd left the hotel room. He wasn't hypnotized yet, he knew. She could still send him so much deeper with a word, a touch, or just a look. But he wasn't awake, either. He was lost in the moment, and he didn't want to be found.

The elevator doors opened onto a very different view from the one they'd left behind. It was as though they'd traveled into a different world as they showed their badges to the volunteer and turned the corner. Here, in the safe space established by the convention, clothing was simply one of many options. People walked around in latex, in leather, in cunning costumes that exposed breasts and nipples and buttocks and cocks and pussies or simply in nothing at all. There was no sex--that was reserved for the play spaces--but Shaun still felt the sexually-charged atmosphere even in the everyday conversations he walked past.

But they hadn't come down here for conversation. Judi led him swiftly through the open area into the play space. During the day, these rooms had been closed off into orderly little classrooms, each one filled with tidy rows of chairs where attendees could sit and listen to seminars on proper flogging technique and how to tie a perfect knot for a bondage session. But now, the area had been transformed completely. The rows of chairs had been replaced by a profusion of mattresses, couches, cushions and pillows for people to lie on, and the doors of each room had been thrown open to the next. A stereo played bumping, grinding music in the background--not loud enough to drown out the moans and sighs of the sex, but enough to give the back of Shaun's mind a rhythm to move to.

Judi led him deeper in, from one room to the next. Between the half-light and the floating sensation of his trance, Shaun felt almost as though he were swimming. Each time they stepped into another room, it felt as though he'd dived deeper down into a sea of sexual bliss, seeking some unimaginable fathoms of submission. It seemed like with every room, the couples around them became more uninhibited, moving from kissing to touching to licking to fucking as they headed deeper into the play space. The cushions and mattresses were joined by fuckswings and stirrups, the couples became triples and quadruples.

Finally, just one room away from the very back, Judi spotted the massage table, right next to a woman in stirrups being enthusiastically fucked by two other women with a large dildo. Judi stopped briefly at a cleaning station to pick up a long sheet of paper, then led him to the table. She spread the sheet out over the table, then turned to him.

He drank in the sight of her disrobing, his cock hardening completely inside his pants as he watched. She took the purple shawl off of her shoulders and let it pool down onto the ground. Then she undid the purple sash around her waist, letting her dress billow out as she set it down as well. She smiled at him, knowing exactly what the momentary pause was doing to him as she finally eased herself out of the dress.

Underneath, she wore black satin lingerie, and Shaun shivered in delight at the sight of her. He ached to help her out of it, but somehow without even speaking, they both knew that this was part of the ritual as she pulled the top off to reveal her breasts, then slowly slid the panties down to the floor. She picked them up for a moment and dangled them in front of his face to let him inhale the scent of her arousal.

"Green," he whispered, realizing almost before he said it that it was a post-hypnotic command. He couldn't hide it from her when she found something that turned him on; the word would just slip out and let her know that he didn't want her to stop. He never knew he'd be turned on by the smell of her panties, but his subconscious knew that the mixed scents of silk and pussyjuice were driving him wild and it needed to let her know.

"Good boy," she whispered, dropping the panties to the floor and climbing onto the massage table. "My good boy."

"Thank you, my Lady," Shaun whispered. He knew that some of Judi's other pets called her "Goddess," but he'd always wanted to celebrate her humanity. He liked the thought of her being a courtly Lady, granting her favors to him when he proved worthy--and he always wanted to prove worthy to her, because obedience was pleasure and pleasure was obedience...Shaun realized he was shaking with desire. "May I please touch you now, my Lady?"

She smiled indulgently as she lay face-down on the table, enjoying the pleading tones of the request even as they both knew she'd grant it. "You may, pet."

He sighed, pressing his hands to her flesh and feeling her warmth. Even as he did so, he knew hands wouldn't be enough and he began to kiss her, working his way down her back to the soft curves of her ass and planting soft, trembling kisses. His tongue slipped out, wanting to taste her body, wanting to worship her and never get enough as he kissed and licked all the way down to her toes. He felt dizzy with need as he kissed and licked the soles of her feet, feeling a devotion to her so complete that he wanted to lavish it onto every inch of her.

It was hard to tear himself away, but he knew his duty. Shaun reached into the bag and pulled out a small bottle of massage oil. He opened it up, letting the rich scent of coconut fill the air, and poured just a tiny amount onto Judi's back.

Behind them, the woman in the stirrups moaned and grunted in ecstasy, but Judi's tiny sighs of happiness somehow seemed clearer to Shaun's ears as he massaged the oil into her back. Her skin glistened now as he worked her flesh with his fingers, slowly and carefully spreading it over as much of her body as he could before dabbing a little more on and proceeding further. He massaged the oil into her ass with devoted care--he'd always thought of himself as a breast-lover, but somehow it always seemed different with Judi's body. He always seemed to find new parts of her to admire every time he looked--and touched and tasted and stroked and kissed and...

He put a little too much oil on her feet, but somehow it just seemed right the way they shone and gleamed under the soft lights. He felt like he could rub them for hours, and on some occasions he had. But there were so many parts of his Lady that needed attention, and so while one hand rubbed the slick and shiny skin of the soles of her feet, the other hand found its way into the perfect triangle at the top of her thighs, where they met her ass. His questing fingers slid down, feeling the heat radiating from Judi's pussy. He didn't even need to touch it to know how turned on she was by all this.

She took a long, shuddering breath as she felt the nearness of his hand. Shaun didn't know how long he'd been massaging her. Time had stopped meaning anything to either of them. But she said, "I think...it's time to move to someplace a bit more comfortable," and his cock agreed for him.

"Go get some paper towels to clean off the oil," she said, and he moved quickly to comply. After a few minutes of soaking up the excess oil, she was ready to step off the table, and from there it was just the work of a moment to clean the table off completely. She gathered up her things, and the two of them headed that last little distance into the very heart of the play space.

She led him over to the corner, and looked into his eyes. "Down," she whispered, and Shaun felt his mind still even more as he sank into deeper trance. "Good boy," she said. "I want you to take your clothes off, now."

It felt like everything he'd hoped for as he complied. Even if the other people in the room were probably too involved in their own private fantasies to pay much attention to a relatively unremarkable man taking his clothes off, Shaun felt like all eyes were on him as he pulled off his socks and shoes, then slipped his shirt over his shoulders. He knew he was helpless to disobey, and that knowledge made his cock so hard that it practically sprang up as he slipped his pants down to the ground. He wore no underwear. She had commanded him not to.

"Good boy," she said again, taking his cock into her hands just long enough to watch the shiver of joy cross his face. She set another sheet of paper down for him. "Lie down." Shaun obeyed, lying on the small bed that was pressed up against the wall and once again drinking in the sight of her as she leaned over him. In the background, he absently noted that the stereo was playing a favorite song of his, 'Master and Servant' by Depeche Mode, and he and Judi shared a private grin before he sank even deeper.

She leaned even closer, letting her long hair brush over his cock for just a moment as she trailed it up his body to his face. "Green!" he gasped out at the feel of it, and her smile was magnificent to behold.

She finally leaned right over his face, her hair forming a halo around her as it brushed his sensitive skin. "Deeper and deeper," she said, locking eyes with him.

"Deeper and deeper," he responded helplessly, years of mantras making his words automatic.

"Good boy," she said. She grasped his hands and pulled them up over his head. "Your mind is bound."

"My mind is bound," he whispered reverently in response.

He felt her looping the leash around his wrists, then tying it into a loose knot. She reached down and picked up the sash from her dress, tying it loosely around the ankles. "Your body is bound."

"My body is bound." The knots didn't need to be tight. Shaun knew that her words and her spell held him tighter than any ropes ever could.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small device attached to a pair of mirrored sunglasses. She slid the glasses over his eyes, and pressed a button. Shaun's eyelids slammed shut as a wall of dazzling light bombarded him. He knew this machine so well--how many hours had he spent staring into the endless patterns of lights through closed eyes as she had whispered her programming into his mind? He didn't need to remember. No matter how often it had been, he always wanted more. "You are my deeply hypnotized, deeply brainwashed tranceslut," she cooed into his ears.

He responded in vacant tones as his trance deepened, "I am your deeply hypnotized, deeply brainwashed tranceslut." He barely had a chance to finish the words before she draped her panties over his face, still damp with her juices. Now he was completely gone. Every sense was lost in pleasure--he heard her voice, he smelled and tasted her scent, he stared into the swirling lights, he felt the bonds holding him tightly. His body sagged onto the bed as he gave in even more to the hypnotic spell.

"I'll be back in a moment," she said. He nodded, but he'd lost track of time completely by the time she returned. It could have been an instant, it could have been an hour before she returned to his side and rolled him over onto his hip. All he knew was that one moment, he was alone, then the next, she was stroking and petting his skin. He whimpered in pleasure.




It's All Coming Back To Me Now



"Just relax, pet," she said, and he felt her latex-covered fingers working their way between his ass-cheeks, already slicked up with lube. He realized she must have gone to the cleaning station to pick up some safer sex supplies, but that knowledge faded rapidly to the background as unimportant compared to the sensations she was giving him. Shaun let out a quivering moan--it had only been yesterday that he'd worked up the courage to tell her he wanted this.

"Green," he sighed out, breathing in the floral scent of her pussy as he felt her slick, lubricated finger sliding into his ass. "Green, green, green..."

"That's right," she said, "just relax, relax for me and enjoy this." He couldn't see her, couldn't see anything but the lights, but her voice and her finger became his whole world. "I'm fucking you," she said, pumping slowly in and out. "I'm fucking your body, just like I'm fucking your mind. How does that feel?"

The words came straight from his body. His mind had gone completely blank. "Yes, oh, oh Goddess yes..." He'd forgotten all about wanting to celebrate her humanity now. In this place, in this time, she was his Goddess and he worshiped her with his bliss.

He clenched around her fingers, wanting to feel the sensation completely, but she said, "Just relax, let me all the way in," and he complied effortlessly. "That's right," she whispered, "you're so open to me now, so open that even this last tiny bit of you has opened completely to let me in, your body open like your mind is open, and it feels..." She pressed in. "So..." She wiggled her fingers. "Good..."

"Please, Goddess," he whimpered, bucking and thrusting his hips at empty air, "please may I come for you please please please please..."

"Come," she commanded, and his body spasmed in an orgasm that existed only in his mind. The perfect memory of an orgasm, so complete and total that it felt just like the real thing, unfolded and unwound inside his deeply hypnotized brain over and over again as she fucked his ass with her fingers and he shook and moaned and gasped and came so hard for her.

"Good boy," she whispered, "good boy." He felt her finger slide easily out of him, and there was another long stillness as she went away to find someplace to dispose of the latex glove. He spent it shaking in bliss, so grateful that he could experience hypnotic orgasms. They were just as good as the real thing, and he was still so ready to please her...

When Judi returned, she undid the bonds and took off the glasses. "Come here," she said sweetly, lying down on a mattress on the floor. "There's a little more room to stretch out."

He snuggled up to her, his knees still a little rubbery but his cock now achingly hard. He noticed 'Wild Boys' playing on the stereo, and another grin played across his face. Judi had always loved Duran Duran. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too, pet." She hugged him. "I want you to suck on my tits now."

Shaun didn't need to be told twice. He opened his mouth wide, taking as much of her breast in as he could before closing around the nipple and beginning to suck. He felt her shift position, and knew that her hand had found its way down to her pussy. "Good boy," she whispered, "mind so empty, mouth so full, can't resist, can't even speak, I'm programming you with my words and you can't fight it and it feels so good, feels so...oh, ohhh..."

She shuddered. Shaun realized just how primed she was when he felt it, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold back long. "And I, oh, I'm gonna come, and you know...you know you come when I come, you come when I come, you, oh, oh, oh!" Her words dissolved into incoherent shrieks as she bucked her hips against her own hand, and Shaun felt another orgasm burst into his own mind as he felt hers. She convulsed once, twice, then sagged back onto the mattress and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back just as tightly, and they held each other for a long moment.

Finally, she let him go. "I think I want you to pet me some more," she said. Shaun's eyes opened, but he knew he must still look glassy and unfocused as he complied. And he knew that was exactly how Judi liked him to look.

He rolled around so that he was resting between her thighs, then kissed and rubbed his way down her belly. The soft, downy hairs around her pussy tickled his chest as he kissed lower and lower, and he rubbed back and forth gently against them for a long moment just to revel in the sensation. But he couldn't stop himself for long. He had to kiss lower, lick lower, and he barely had the willpower to tease Judi even for a moment with a few nibbles on her inner thighs before he spread her pussy apart and began to lick.

The taste of her juices exploded onto his tongue as he licked, as though her arousal was so intense that her pussy juices were more concentrated than other women's. It was a strong, salty musk, and Shaun couldn't get enough. He worked his tongue all over her pussy, finding her clit and flicking over it again and again. He felt Judi's thighs quiver, felt her thrust up against his face, and he knew she was ready to come again soon.

"W-wait," she said, her voice shaky. "Not...yet. I want to feel more." She pulled him up on top of her, holding him close.

Shaun felt his cock pressing against her inner thigh, and his body couldn't help itself. He began to thrust back and forth, not penetrating her but just rubbing himself against her silky skin. He couldn't make himself go and get a rubber from the cleaning station; he couldn't even stop thrusting for a moment. The pleasure was too relentless. So he simply rubbed his cock against her thigh, his hypnotized brain making the sensation feel just as good as sex without the need for a condom. She locked eyes with him again as her grip changed, making him feel helpless in her arms.

"Oh, and now you can't look away," Judi whispered, knowing that just hearing it made it true for him. "You're caught now, caught in my eyes, helpless, can't look away, captured. Held. Bound." She timed the words to his thrusts. "I've got you. You're mine."

"May I please come again, my Lady?" he said in a tiny voice, high with arousal.

"Come." Another orgasm burst into his mind, each one better than the last, each one more powerful, each one leaving him wanting more. He felt like a vessel for her pleasure, filled almost to the brim now. He moaned sharply, she gasped hard, and Shaun knew she was just as hot as he was.

She released him, and he returned his mouth to her pussy as if drawn there by a magnet. This time, he spent even less time teasing her. He was so eager, so needy, so drawn to lick and suck and taste her juices and her flesh and now he felt it, now she couldn't stop, now she was moaning and gasping and he felt it in his own mind, the pleasure driving him to lick and the licking making her feel more pleasure and her pleasure pouring into his mind and--

She dragged him up into her arms once more as her orgasm hit, whimpering, "hold me hold me hold me" as he wrapped his arms around her and they both shook in ecstasy. After a long moment, she took a shaky breath and said, "I needed...I thought I was going to float away if I didn't have your arms around me."

He squeezed her tightly. "I'm never letting you go, my Lady."

She kissed him on the forehead, and reached for the bag. "And now," she said, "I think I want to watch you stroke yourself for me." She pulled out the massage oil, and Shaun rolled onto his back as she dribbled a little onto his cock.

"That's right," she said, as she watched him wrap his fist around his cock and begin to pump. "Such a good boy, doing just as you're told, just as you're commanded." Shaun felt his breathing begin to quicken as the pleasure built, so much quicker than before as all the hypnotic orgasms echoed inside his sleepy mind. "You're so brainwashed, and this is the proof, pet. I made you do this. I made you strip naked and stroke yourself right here, right out in the open and you did it by my will, at my command, you'd never have done this before you met me but it seemed so easy now because I control your mind. I control you. You are mine."

It all felt so perfectly, wonderfully, completely true that Shaun felt himself begging again, "Please, please Goddess please let me come for you, please please please," and this time he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop stroking or pumping or obeying because obedience was pleasure and the pleasure of obedience made the pleasure of stroking even better and she was right, he was hers, she owned him, he was her deeply obedient deeply hypnotized tranceslut and--

"Come." He felt the pleasure all over again, but this time it didn't stop. The orgasm kept right on going, skipping endlessly from one peak of pleasure to the next, and every time it seemed like it was about to stop his fist slid up the length of his shaft and brought another glorious starburst orgasm forth.

"C-can't stop coming," he whimpered out as he pumped and pumped and came and came, and it seemed like it went on forever, a never-ending world of perfect bliss inside her will and he moaned so loudly that he knew the whole room must hear it, but he didn't care. He wanted them to know that Judi was giving him this gift, that his hypnotic Goddess was giving him more pleasure than anyone could have imagined. He wanted everyone to know that he was hers.

"That's right," she whispered, again and again. "Good boy. That's right. Good boy," until finally his body couldn't take any more and his come jetted out all over his hand and chest and belly and thighs in a fountain of ecstasy. All around them, Shaun heard the sounds of other couples driven to their own climaxes. It felt almost like they'd made it happen, like his pleasure was the command that everyone was waiting for in order to come. It felt wonderful.

Judi echoed his thoughts with her words as she fingered herself one last time, whispering into his sleepy ears, "Hear all that pleasure, pet. That was from you. Just hearing you come so hard, as my good boy, made them all come, every single one of them..." And she shuddered again, sending one last orgasm through his blissed-out mind to shut down his thoughts completely. He relaxed into her arms, body totally sated and thoughts utterly still.

And then, as thought and memory slowly returned to him, he blissfully replayed it all from the beginning.

THE END