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Spirited

By: LUVNTHOTS



For Laura Lyn

"Oops, that was it," Lola muttered as she past the dirt road she should have turned left on. She backed up, made the turn, and headed south 2.7 miles according to her directions. The sun was blistering and it hadn't rained in weeks. Dust fogged the inside of the old '87 Grand Am she'd driven since she was in high school, making it hard to breathe. She pressed on down the gravel country roads. Naturally the air-conditioning picked this day to be temperamental.

"It can't be too much farther," she hoped, then she saw it, the driveway with the twin oak trees that had grown close together and had been twisted into a knot by a tornado. "There couldn't be two of those," she mused as she turned into the driveway and stopped. In her trunk lay a generic discount store "for sale" sign, already stapled onto a stake, and a hammer to force it into the ground. Too bad she didn't think to bring a sling blade.

Groaning with effort, she eventually managed to root the sign at the edge of the tire-track driveway. Lola wiped perspiration from her brow as she looked farther up the drive, wondering if there was even a building on the property. She hoped so. She had planned to spend the night rather than drive another six hours home. She hopped back into the car and crept up the path stopping twice to break down the little trees that had grown in between the track marks. "How long since anyone has been here?" she wondered out loud. Then it came into view.

It was a dump. The property her late aunt Patrice had bequeathed her was nothing more than an old deserted mansion badly in need of repair, or demolition. Whatever. As soon as she returned, she planned to contact her realtor about selling the old place. She'd sell cheap to the first person who showed the slightest interest, just to get it off of her hands.

Someone had been kind enough to clear the grounds around the house. She felt as if she were expected. Rose bushes cloaked in blood red blooms climbed trellises barely hanging onto the sides of the house. It appeared that someone had been taking care of them, yet no car had been down the driveway in at least a couple of years. "Odd," she thought. Close to the front steps stood a metal pole, one of those historical markers but the info plate was missing. "What's up with that?" Lola was suddenly curious. It was sweltering in the car, she was stiff from the long ride, she decided to get out and take a look.

Lola stood on the top step testing the strength of the porch by tapping her foot on several of the boards. "Good enough," she determined, and lightly walked across to the magnificently ornate wooden front doors. She giggled to her self thinking just possibly that Lurch might be on the other side waiting to open the door for her.

Expecting the old lock to be rusty and difficult to open, she was a bit surprised that the key slid into the lock and turned virtually on its own. Twisting the knob was just as easy. Lola nudged the door open. It creaked and screamed like any respectable haunted house door ought to. "Honey. I'm home!" she announced to no one and laughed to herself. No one answered, to her relief. Leaving the door open, just to be safe, Lola entered.

The rooms were huge. The ceilings, at least twelve feet, the tallest she'd ever seen. All of the furniture covered with sheets, obviously undisturbed for quite some time. Hardwood floors were spot covered with elaborate area rugs and runners. It smelled dank and musty. "How to get some air in this mausoleum?" she choked. She started opening windows. New Orleans style, they cranked out from the bottom. Not too difficult, all but one rolled out smoothly. "Ah, fresh air. Mm, roses," she whispered with her eyes closed, inhaling deeply. The whole parlor seemed to be rushed with the exhilarating scent of the roses outside. Light shone in, casting rays on the walls and the magnificent paintings of a woman. "No, women," she corrected.

The kitchen lay on the back side of the house. It was spacious and semi-modern but nothing special. It didn't matter anyway, there was no electricity. The dinning room stretched nearly the entire width of the house. The table and what was likely a buffet, underneath the sheets, was almost as long.

The staircase, a wooden spiral in the center of the house, opened to the ceiling of the second floor and seemed surprisingly sturdy as she climbed. Rooms formed a circle around the upper story. It was very dark. She moved to the window in the first room at the top of the stairs and pulled back the floor-to-ceiling drapes. They were heavy and didn't move easily but finally some light peeked through. Lola peered out of the window, nothing but trees and underbrush. She imagined at one time there might have been a lovely lawn with scattered gardens, a stone path and maybe even a little pond with goldfish. That reminded her of the roses in the front. The question of how they managed to live and bloom without any care returned to her mind. It also reminded her that daylight was soon fading and she should be gathering her supplies from her car while she could still see. She glanced into the other four rooms. They all appeared much the same. There was a locked door next to the last bedroom she predicted was the access to the attic. There was probably a basement too but Lola was not that curious.

From her car she collected a small duffel bag, a couple of hurricane lamps and a bottle of oil, her sleeping bag, cooler with ice, and a bag of groceries she picked up at the little store in the nearby town. This should take care of her for the night. She unloaded it all in the floor just inside the doorway and carried the cooler and groceries to the kitchen.

"First things first," Lola advised herself, "It's getting dark." She set up the two oil burning lamps, filled and lit them. "Ta da," she cheered. The little flames inside the lamps flickered at first like they might blow out but then steadied themselves. She stationed one at each end of the giant marble mantle over the fireplace to cast a golden glow over the room. Lola loves the way the flames illuminate her skin. It gives her creamy, ivory skin a sexy amber glow, at least that's what an old boyfriend used to tell her. The demented pyromaniac loved the way flames looked on anything.

She made her way around the room lifting the furniture covers. Lola knew nothing of furniture styles but this stuff was ancient and gaudy. Most of it was stained dark wood, matching the floor, and upholstered in red and gold velvet, worn bare in some places. There were three sofas and half a dozen chairs in this room. Lola knew her aunt Patrice had been a spinster. She must have done a lot of entertaining. She couldn't imagine living alone in this house. "Aunt Patrice must have been quite a smoker," she surmised. There was an ashtray or two on every flat surface in the room. She spotted a couple of candles on the tea table, lit them, and carried them to the kitchen to fixed herself a snack.

Supper would be a cheese and cold-cuts sandwich, a bag of chips, and a Dr. Pepper. She carried them back to the parlor and sat down in an enormous oversized chair and kicked her shoes off and rested her feet on the ottoman. She set her sandwich down on the smoking table next to her. She closed her eyes for a moment. It had been a long day. When she opened them again they fell on the painting over the mantel. "Was that Aunt Patrice? Who were all these others?" Too tired to care, Lola ate.

She didn't mean to fall asleep but there was nothing else to do. She'd scooted down in the cavernous chair thinking this would be a great place to throw a party with soft music, dancing, and a little wine and... and suddenly she was eased into another time, in this same room, the crystal lamps were lit, vases were filled with roses, their aroma heavy in the air. Couples were dancing. There was music, someone playing a piano in another room, she recognized the tune, "Days of Wine and Roses." Men were at tables playing cards, talking, laughing. Lola realized she was slumping in her chair crumpling her dress and decided to get up, straighten herself out, and find something to drink.

There was a cool gust of air and then a voice behind her. "Champagne? I'm celebrating." He was gorgeous. She couldn't answer but did take the glass he offered. "Dance with me, Madam. It would be my honor."

"Madam? Did he mean me?" she turned to see if he might be speaking to someone else. There was no one close. "Of course," she agreed.

"Hasn't this been just the most fabulous summer?" He rambled on and on as if they were old friends. From the conversation she gathered that he was the proprietor of a winery close by. He grew all of the grapes that he used himself. Apparently it's been a prosperous year and he's expecting a bountiful harvest. All the wine at this party tonight was evidently provided by him. He spoke more of making wine but Lola was lost. Her knowledge of wine began and ended with drinking and that was about the extent of her interest. Lola was content to smile and nod as long as he kept dancing.

They seemed to dance without touching the floor. The music never stopped. It was the same song playing over and over again that never ended. Other conversations melded into the music. He was still talking. They were still dancing. Dancing. Dancing. Dancing up the spiral staircase. Gliding as if they were riding on a pillow of air.

It seemed to take forever to reach the upper level. Then they were there. He stopped talking. His dark eyes were gazing into hers, asking, wanting. His mouth took hers. Scorched hers. He tasted of champagne and she was at once intoxicated. He was turning the knob on the locked door.

It opened. The attic room was pristine. Four gabled windows on each side of the room hung with sheer lacy white fabric panels moving slightly with the breeze. Sconces on the walls were already lit, shimmering gently in the draft against ox blood walls. There was a chaise lounge in one corner with a little telephone table next to it. A vanity and stool sat angled in a corner so as to give the user a view of the entire room from its oval etched-glass mirror. On each side of the mirror were tiny matching lamps. In the center, precisely positioned, lay a beautifully polished sterling silver brush, comb, and hand mirror set. A gold toned tray held various cosmetics and perfumes, everything perfectly in place. In the center of the chamber stood a magnificent antiquated canopy bed fit for a king and queen. Sheer white curtains were tied back at the posts. The fluffy white comforter was turned back revealing satiny white sheets. Black-red roses filled the vase on the night stand and their aroma, mixed with candle scents, filled the room. A single rose lay on the pillow.

He raised her to his mouth, intentionally removing her from her shoes. His hands were caressing all of her. She didn't notice that he had inched her zipper down until her gown slipped off of her shoulders. She shivered as it dropped to the floor leaving her in only a scant chemise. She really should object. Lola pushed him back, catching her breath for an instant, then losing it again as she noticed he had already removed his own shirt and was beginning to unbutton his pants.

He was watching her watch him. She was dazed. "What on earth was she doing in this room with a complete stranger?" She could hardly finish the thought with his eyes locked on hers. He pulled her close again and lifted her chemise over her head. One hook and her bra fell off her perfect little breasts. She was exquisite. The candle light glistened softly on her skin turning it a rich shade of vanilla. He could smell her soft cologne now, burying his face into her neck.

His hand found her breast and stroked it gently. His thumb toyed with her already pert nipple. Lola leaned in closer to him to convey her unvoiced permission. He scooped her up in one smooth motion. Laid her head on the pillow opposite the rose and positioned himself next to her.

He traced her face with his index finger, circling her eyes, outlining her full ruby lips. He reached the slope of her nose and coasted down. Lola closed her eyes and began to relax a little, she could handle this treatment all night long. He traveled down her neck with his fingertips and made a line to her navel. His hand moved back up to gently massage her breast. She held her breath, afraid that if she moved he might stop,

Lola began to squirm. He grinned. His hand swept its way down to her moist center. She jumped at first, then parted her legs slightly to allow him unrestricted access. She had just dropped her head back on the pillow when he brushed a finger across her clit sending lightning flashes all up her spine. Her back arched. Her body trembled. He seized her mouth at that moment, fast and hard, trapping her gasp in her throat. He continued the sweet torture while she was propped on her elbows with her head hanging back and crying out something senseless like, "Stop. Stop. No, don't stop!"

He did stop. Now she objected. His eyes met hers, and his were laughing. Then his tongue touched her breast and ever so slowly drifted in spirals to the point of its desire, and hers. She cried out in anticipation, her body writhed beneath him, and then he was there. His hot mouth was covering her fancy, his tongue tantalizing her with its quick flicking motions. All thought and sense left her. Her body took on a mind of it's own. Pulsating began in her middle then radiating out, reaching her scalp and her toes. The room suddenly went black. She thought she felt herself scream out but didn't think any sound came out.

He was on top of her now, crushing the oxygen from her lungs. Breathing was not important right now. She was sure she was going to die of sheer pleasure soon now anyway. He entered her with a swift jolt sending fire to her middle and to her breasts. He immersed himself in her glories, again and again, keeping rhythm with the palpitations of her heart. Just as she thought she could stand no more, he shuddered and let loose the fire he held inside himself. She screamed as she convulsed, loud and hard. He collapsed on top of her. Shock waves reverberated inside both of them for what could have been hours.

A stormy hot wind raged through the room and then it was still. Lola fell into the blissful world of blessed unconsciousness.

When she finally awoke, she could not move but to open her eyes. The sun was bright in this room full of windows. At first she didn't remember where she was, then she couldn't remember coming to this room. She sat up and looked around her noticing that this must have been an enchanted hideaway in the past. Now all of the fabric had become dingy and yellow from age and sun exposure. The mirror on the vanity was cracked, a silver hair-care set lay there tarnished, and the lampshades were webby.

She rose from the bed and stepped on her blouse. She hadn't even realized she was naked. She gathered her clothes and dressed quickly, as if someone might be watching. She made her way down the narrow attic steps ducking here and there to avoid spider webs that seemed to have taken over.

In the kitchen she discovered the candles she left burning had melted all over the counter top. "No problem." she thought, scraping them off and throwing them away. She picked and apple and a bottle of Coke out of the cooler and sat down at the little round table in front of a window to eat.

Lola collected her belongings, packed them up, and loaded them into the car. She went back inside the house to make sure all of the windows and doors were shut and locked, then set out on her way.

She arrived home after dark. Electricity and hot water were a welcome sight. That night she dreamed about living in the old mansion. It really was a quaint old home. On another day, in another time she might have actually entertained the idea of moving there. She called a realtor that morning and got it listed right away, then she wouldn't have to think about it again.

A couple of mornings later as Lola was reading the Sunday morning edition of the local newspaper, Her eye was caught by bold lettering half way down the page near the back of the paper. It read, "ONCE HISTORIC BROTHEL FOR SALE."

"What about that." she pondered. She read on, "For four decades this magnificent old mansion served as the counties classiest "entertainment" spot. People came from three states to visit Madam Patrice's...

Spirited Away



Our eyes meet as we wait in our separate checkout lines. Two people waiting patiently, but bored, separated by two rows of tabloids and Altoids. I noticed you in the frozen food aisle. Your high heels, shapely calves, and your round buttocks first caught my eye. Then you turned more toward me and I saw your perfectly round breasts. The cool air preserving the vegetables and TV dinners had caught the attention of your sensitive nipples, and they in turn had captured mine. 

You pretended not to notice me staring at you; after all, men do it all the time. But you noticed me too. In the cereal aisle I noticed you looking at me as I turned. You saw my tight ass in my favorite jeans, and the tattoo surrounding my tanned bicep. You liked what you saw, but you turned away when I noticed.

Now, with nothing to do but wait, our eyes meet. Your warm brown eyes connect with my blues and suddenly we are alone together in another world. We are surrounded by white light as the sights and sounds of the market fade from our awareness.

You walk slowly toward me, tossing your blonde hair casually, trying to pretend you are not nervous. Your hungry eyes never leave mine as you approach. When you are close enough, I reach for you and pull you to me. My hands hold your face gently as I kiss you - tentatively at first, then more insistently as the heat of our passion grows.

Your tongue slips between my lips and I hear a sound come from my throat, a low moan, guttural and involuntary, almost a growl. My tongue finds yours and they dance, as my hands start to explore your softly yielding curves - the swell of your hips, the small of your back, the firm rise of your breast. I feel your nipple swell to attention under the warmth of the palm of my hand. 

I break from your panting lips and kiss down the side of your face to your neck. I feel a shudder go through your body as I lick behind your ear and your head falls back as you gasp. Your hands are exploring my body now as well, feeling my chest, pulling at my shirt, gripping my ass and pulling me to you, grinding my hard cock against your pubic mound through our clothes.

Then suddenly, you pull away from me. You are breathing heavily, each breath thrusting your breasts toward me, inviting me to caress them, so I reach for you again. You kiss me deeply and passionately as my quivering hands slowly unbutton your blouse. As I am removing your shirt from your fevered body, your hands find the front clasp of your bra and you release your beautiful breasts from their confinement.

You moan softly as I kiss my way down your neck toward your sensitive nipples, and you gasp as I gently take each hard nub into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. I can hear you giggle as I eagerly suck on your breasts. You hands wander down toward my crotch and suddenly, you push me away from your bosom and you drop to your knees.

My legs are already shaking as you rub my stiff cock through the fabric of my jeans. You look into my eyes with a wicked smile as you slowly unzip my fly and release my swollen member from its cotton prison. You make a sound in the back of your throat, not quite a growl, not quite a moan when you see my cock spring free. Your finger traces its length gingerly as if you do not quite believe what you are seeing.

Then your hand grips my shaft and your lips taste the tip. A shudder runs through me as your warm, wet mouth engulfs my manhood. I moan with pleasure as your tongue dances around my cock. You're toying with me - we both know it. You are completely in control of my pleasure and you enjoy just teasing me. My throbbing penis pleads with you for its sweet release and you insist on drawing out my pleasure, my agonizing crescendo.

I hear myself talking to you, begging for you to take me deep in your mouth, groaning with the pleasures of your attention, and gasping as you tongue works it's magic on my body. Then, without a word, you relent and suck my cock deep into your throat, your lips just touching the base of my shaft before you pull back. Your hand now caresses my aching balls as your lips work up and down my shaft.

Now your sucking becomes more urgent. Your hand begins pumping my cock, urging me toward the finish line. Your tongue pulls at the sensitive underside of my cock, and the sensation pushes me over the edge. My balls contract and my body convulses with pleasure as I spurt my warm, sweet and salty cum into your eager mouth. Through the haze of my ecstasy, I hear you slurp as you pull every last drop from me, and moan in disappointment when my balls finally stop spasming.

I can no longer support my own weight and my knees buckle; I am once again face-to-face with you. There is a wild look in your eyes and your face is shiny with the juices of my passion. You look very pleased with yourself as I try to gather my scattered wits about me. You laugh at my distress, but now it is my turn to pleasure you.

I kick off my pants and encourage you to lie back. Your short skirt rises as you lay back to reveal that you are naked underneath, you naughty girl! Your shaven pussy is already moist and I catch a whiff of your musk as I approach. I kiss the inside of your knee and you moan as I slowly lick small circles up your inner thigh. I kneel now between your legs and pull your skirt out of the way. You squirm in anticipation.

I slide my hands beneath your perfect ass, and grip your buttocks tightly. Without any further warning, I dive into your glorious cunt, face-first. I lift your ass and lick your from the bottom of your pussy right up to your clit. Your gasp of surprise becomes a long low moan as my tongue lingers around your sensitive nub, exploring every fold and wrinkle of your hood. I slide down and lick your swollen lips, tasting your slippery juices and replacing them with my own saliva.

My tongue darts into your slit and you lift you hips to me, urging me further. But I resist, this time, and return to teasing your clit with slow circles just on the tip of my tongue. You moan louder and your body strains to reach me, but I will not allow it yet. I stiffen my tongue and slide down from your clit and inside you, and your whole body shudders.

I move my tongue's attention back to your swollen clit and I slowly insert my index finger into your dripping pussy. Gradually I increase the tempo as I rub your g-spot with the tip of my finger and continue licking and sucking your clit. You grab my head with both hands and grind your pussy into my face as you cum, moaning and gasping in your pleasure.

But I'm not finished. As your body starts to relax, I slide in a second finger and start vigorously finger-fucking your tight hole. Caught by surprise, you scream in ecstasy as another orgasm blasts through you.

This time as you relax, I slowly withdraw my fingers and gently and playfully lick your juices from your swollen pussy lips. You moan and purr with pleasure as I clean you up.

But then you are on the prowl again. You are not satisfied with just my tongue. You sit you and force me onto my back. My cock is at full attention again, and you impale yourself on its full length. Your pussy is hot, and wet from your previous orgasms, and grips my shaft tightly. I lift my ass to penetrate you even further, and I can feel your cervix against the head of my dick.

Your eyes are closed as I look up at you, and your head is tilted back as you take all of me inside of you. You start to rock, not letting any of my cock out of you, instead rubbing me against the deepest parts of you. Your smooth pussy lips grind against my balls and you moan as yet another climax approaches. I reach up and tease your hard nipples as I watch wave after wave of orgasm shakes your body.

Your nails scratch my chest as you ride me. Finally, I can hold out no longer, and my balls explode, filling you with my juices. I nearly pass out from the intense pleasure. You finally collapse onto my chest in a sweaty heap. Your blonde hair falls across my face, and I close my eyes.

The white light fades; the sights and sounds of the supermarket again surround us. You felt it too; I can see it in your eyes. How much time has passed? Did anyone notice? We shuffle through our lines. I watch as you leave the store, casting a last, wicked glance over your shoulder and I smile.

Who are you?

Will you be waiting for me outside?

Will I ever see you again?



Spirited Away



It's good to be an adventurer.

My fur-lined hide boots fell on the muddy cobblestone street with a muffled clomping as my plate armor chafed ever so slightly against my joints. My trusty longbow hung on my back where it's always been, my arrows clacking together in a quiver hung by my hip. The frosty air wisped past my exposed head, nipping at me ears, but I smiled against it; I was in my own element, here in Iceburg. Growing up, I've smiled in the face of weather colder than this. Around me, cackling children played in snow-caked cottages while peasants stayed warm and comfortable under their homemade parkas, shuffling off to do one thing or another.

I smiled whenever I could. It's a nice sort of smile. It, along with my shining cascades of light brown hair and striking cobalt eyes, had caught the eyes of more than a few passing women that day alone. None of them had said anything to me, but that was hardly unusual.

Then, just as I prepared to leave town and continue my meandering journey east, one of them did.

The minute I saw her, I knew she was something special. While the rest of us were content to wear no fewer than two layers of thick, furry hide, she wore a set of delightfully skimpy cloth underclothes beneath a see-through dress that sparkled like newfallen snow in the sun. Her footwear looked like a cross between a sandal and a boot, adorned with a quartet of icy jewels, and a strange, deep blue flower accented her striking blonde hair. A strangely large, chipped jewel hung on a necklace around her neck.

Just looking at her made me cold. Then it made me hot. Yet, striding through the streets at a brisk pace, she seemed completely unaware of the effect her outfit had on half of the bystanders.

Just as I prepared to dismiss her, she spotted me, then dashed for me and slid to a stop.

"Are you Jens Ophthanørth?" she asked, in a voice light with exhaustion.

"That's not actually my surname," I corrected, embarrassed. "I just mentioned it at a party once and it stuck. No one realized that I was just kidding."

The woman tilted her head, not knowing what to think.

"Are you looking for the Jens who helped the knight of Snefolk reclaim the Sword of the Crystalmancers two years ago?"

"Yes, him!" the woman exclaimed.

"Then I'm your man," I affirmed.

On that line, the woman cracked a smile I couldn't decipher.

"What can I do for you?" I prompted.

"I'll explain it along the way," she promised, "but if you can go anywhere northeast, I need you to come with me now."

"Really?" I reacted. "Well, I can go that way. But I'd make better time if I could stop to have lunch first, though."

"Please, do so with all haste," she implored.

"There's a diner right there," I indicated. "I won't be long."

"I shall wait here."

"You don't want to come in?"

"I require no food," she excused.

I gave her a strange stare.

"Please hurry," she added.

Nodding, I jogged into the diner.

Just a few minutes later, I hurried out, my belly full and my muscles ready.

For a few seconds, I didn't see her. Looking around, I found her sitting against the wall of the diner, moving her hands carefully in front of her and chanting something with her eyes closed. When I stepped near her, my hair stood on end.

"I'm ready to go," I reported.

She shot to her feet.

"Excellent. Follow me."

Businesslike, I walked behind the strangely clad woman as she led me out of town, into the savage northeastern tundra.

"Let me tell you how this all began..." she offered.

"Finally," I thought.

* * *

Manya worked in her small shelter of ice perfectly hidden in a snowdrift. While the wind howled and the monsters prowled outside, she very carefully wove cosmic elements together and applied them, one by one, to the special herb that sat in a bowl on her table. All was going well.

Then Manya felt something strange in the air. At first, she dismissed it, then she felt a ringing in her ears. All at once, she put it together- it was a brewing teleportation spell.

With frantic haste, she put away her herb and started the lengthy incantation for a magic dispersion, but, even as she did, she knew it was fruitless. A third of the way through her attempt, her world flashed through a quick medley of colors, and she stumbled.

Manya looked around. She stood in an icy pit, its walls made of stone or perhaps even iron. Aside from a single dead tree in the middle, she was in an empty bowl. Above, there was nothing but cloudless, starry night sky.

Manya knew where she was. Confirming her fear, she saw the wraithlike forms of spirits glide overhead and descend upon her. She spooled up her meager repertoire of combat spells.

Landing in a ring around her, the spirits burrowed into the ground.

Manya stopped. She had never seen this before.

A moment later, a dozen pale, featureless human bodies rose from the ground, shuddered, then wandered toward her.

Before Manya could decide what to do, one of the bodies lunged after her, snagging her wrist and pulling her toward the rim of the pit. As it did, her other arm flung out, only to be seized by another one of her antagonists and pulled with equal force, yanking her taught.

Just as it occurred to her to kick, unbreakable hands clamped around her ankles and pulled her legs apart, her feet sliding on the icy dirt as her spreading legs lifted up her skirt.

Despite her predicament, she could not help but be embarrassed.

All at once, the four human bodies holding her halted, then turned to stone with a crackling noise, the warmth of the hands dissipating in an instant. The rest of the bodies vanished.

Trapped in a macabre stone frame, Manya struggled uselessly for a few moments, then fell limp.

The spirits reappeared. Swirling together in front of her, they coalesced into one spinning, glowing column, then stopped. Where they had vanished stood a man, remarkably tall and with broad shoulders, but with thin limbs and a narrow face. His hair was black and long, tied back in a braid that ended at the small of his back. A subtle, sinister grin permeated his calm face.

Reaching forward, the man effortlessly pulled down her underwear, leaving her helplessly spread womanhood visible through her dress, caressed by the cool air.

For one moment, Manya pulled once more against the stone hands that held her limbs apart, offering her sex to him. Then she felt the warmth of his flesh press against her. Letting out a gasp, she stared into the eyes of the mysterious human form. They gazed calmly back at her over that same predatory smile.

"What?" she gasped. "What are you- oooh... mmmph..."

She felt his fingers apply a smooth pressure on her femininity, and a web of pleasure radiated from his push, causing her to moan softly. Artfully, the man continued to massage her until, inevitably, he felt her moisture on his hand. Pulling it out, he showed it to her, smiling evilly, then licking it suggestively.

"...more..." Manya airily whispered, briefly forgetting herself.

Just as she said this, she felt a smooth, oblong object pushed into her, driving all coherent thought from her mind as pleasure washed through her brain.

Then she felt the object move.

"Wh... what?"

In stunned silence, she felt the thing move on its own up into her body, seeming to melt as it did, deforming into a smooth trickle as it slithered into her deepest recesses.

"Yessssss," the spirit man hissed, seeing her reaction. "The Träldom Jewel. It is in you."

"What's it... what did you do?" she whimpered, panting.

"It will control you," uttered the man, his grin deepening. "You must obey its urges, or it will dominate you."

"I don't understand..."

The man chuckled.

"You will," he sinisterly promised. "Now, I return you to your domain. But first, a reward for your submission."

"Submission? No... I didn't... ohhhhhhhh..."

Before she could make her case, her back arched and she groand rapturously as a forceful orgasm rolled through her body, moistening her dress. Her mind descended into a fog.

When she lifted from the mental obscurity, her limbs were free again, and most of her clothes were on, but her pussy was bare. Looking around, she saw the familiar sight of her den.

"Remember," the voice echoed in her ears, "obey the urges."

Manya sat still, baffled, trying to grasp what she had just experienced, before shaking her head and standing up to continue her research. It occurred to her to cover her vagina, but, for some reason, she did not want to.

Studiously, Manya returned to her spellcrafting, but she could not focus. She was uncomfortably hot. At first, she suspected a malfunction in the spell she had been using to stay warm. Eventually, however, she realized that the heat was coming in rippling waves from within. Without thinking, she brought her hand down to the source.

Half of an hour later, she sat back against the wall of her den, a hot, throbbing, soaked mess, her hand buried in her womanhood. She let out a frustrated moan; after all that, she had had no orgasm. She began to wonder if something was wrong with her.

Reluctantly, she hobbled back up to her feet, then lurched to her desk, where she found her little-used tome of curses. Pulling it out, she flipped frantically to the index.

"What had he called it?" she thought to herself, struggling to maintain coherent thought while her pussy cried out for satiation.

"Yes, that's it," she said aloud, "The Träldom jewel."

With shaking hands, she found that name, then paged to it, quickly scanning through the variety of curses it could impart. Only one of them seemed to match her symptoms.

"Oh dear," she moaned, reading it.

* * *

"The curse caused my arousal," Manya narrated. "That was no surprise. But what I wasn't expecting was the condition. I could not masturbate, but I could still have sex, even though I was sterile. Every time I slept with a man, it dispelled the effect, and I could think straight again. But the arousal did not go away for long. It was usually a week before I needed another man."

"So where do I come in?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"I can't keep leaving my hovel for more sex," she explained. "I've gotten almost nothing done since those spirits put that jewel in me. We are to raid their lair and eradicate them. If that alone does not depower the jewel, there will be materials there that can."

"Sounds good," I approved. "How far are they?"

"A few days' march," Manya explained.

"And you've slept around recently?" I asked.

"Um... yes."

"You'll be good to go, then?" I deduced. "Excellent."

With that, we dropped the subject. For the rest of the day, we made sporadic conversation about our respective trades. I told Manya of my adventures all across the land, and the many strange people I had met. She, in turn, told me about magic and its mechanics, about the history of magic and the confusing forms it takes depending on the nature of the being using it. Then, she told me about spirits, her voice quivering at first. She told me of all the chaos they had caused and the power they had amassed. When I asked her if anyone else fully knew of their threat or was fighting them, she merely shrugged her shoulders.

On the first night, I slept beneath an old, travel-worn blanket. I considered offering this to Manya, but she merely strengthened her warmth spell and slept in her thin, airy garb.

The next morning, she seemed tired, and she walked as though her feet were sore. She spoke sparsely, but only seemed to want me to talk more than ever. I obliged her.

Then, that night, something strange happened. I drifted halfway between wakefulness and sleep, comfortable as always, sleeping under the stars as I had a thousand times before. Not far from me, I heard Manya shuffling, but thought nothing of it. Then, I heard her sit up.

Looking lazily over, I saw her kneel and place her hand low directly in front of her. She then pumped her arm quickly. Realizing what she was doing, I rolled over to give her some privacy and thought nothing more of it.

A few minutes later, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I looked up, only to see relax upon seeing Manya. Just as I lay my head back down, I felt her other hand on me, a circle of heat against my skin.

"Manya?" I uttered. "What is it?"

Hot breath huffed onto my skin. Once she had me on my back, Manya clambered like a spider down my body.

"Manya?" I repeated, "What are you doing?"

She pulled at my codpiece.

"Manya, wake up!" I urged. "You're sleepwalking!"

"Ohhhh," I heard her breathe. "Too hot... please..."

Crab-walking backwards, I hurried away from her grasp and stood up.

"Manya, can you hear me?" I appealed. "Snap out of it!"

"Jens, please," Manya groaned, her legs trembling. "I can't control it anymore."

"I'll have sex with you if you want," I offered, "but you need to control yourself while we do."

As her answer, Manya lunged at me. Bracing myself, I brought up my arms to stop her, only to see a bright, magical flash, followed by the sensation of a paralyzing shock rippling through me. I stiffened up, then collapsed.

My body would not respond. Helpless, I listened as Manya clawed at my codpiece, then pulled it away, before grabbing my manhood with both hands and pulling at it. Despite her excessive forcefulness, it rose for her. The very next moment, she brought her soaked caldera down on me, sending a rolling wave of forced pleasure coursing through my nonresponsive body. With the vigor of a woman on fire, she bucked up and down furiously, causing me to convulse slightly every time she came down on me. Her juice got everywhere.

Finally, after a length of time that could not have been more than a few minutes but felt like half of an hour, she pitched back and screamed as an orgasm finally escaped her, gushing more of her liquids onto my still-defenseless body.

For a few precious seconds, she stopped, panting and gripping her forehead, before starting up again, piling onto me over and over, making more noise than was safe until, at last, she loudly came again, then slumped over me. Her body seethed with lasting heat and dripped with sweat. Her breath was irregular and almost painfully hot, condensing into a dense cloud of fog every time she exhaled.

After a few breaths, Manya rolled off of me. As she did, I felt control of my nervous system returning to me, followed by the immediate sensation of my penis clenching as the muscles just above my testicles tightened. My face contorted and I curled up slightly, clenching the snowy grass in my fists as, belatedly, my masculinity emptied itself into the air, squirting for at least a second, lathering my already-soaked tunic and leggings. A soon as I finished, I collapsed again.

A few seconds passed.

"Ugh," I heard Manya groan. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Exhausted, I did not respond, trusting my appearance to speak for itself.

"Oh gods!" Manya exclaimed, seeing me. "Are you hurt?"

Letting out a long grunt of exertion as I sat up, I grabbed my discarded codpiece and strapped it back onto my armor.

"Just how long have you gone without getting laid?" I grumbled, palming my eyes.

Manya looked guilty.

"Well... I thought I could handle it..." she lamely excused.

"Yeah, but how long has it been?" I pursued.

Manya bowed her head.

"Ten days," she whispered, quiet as a mouse.

"Ten days?" I repeated. "Look, if you can't control yourself after seven, you shouldn't come out here without a release and- I cannot stress this enough- I would have helped you with that when you were still lucid."

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I really wanted to be stronger than the curse."

"I understand that," I sympathized, "but curses can't be beaten like that. Playing by their rules is nothing to be ashamed of- especially not while you're working to dispel them."

"Okay," Manya demurely accepted.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes."

"Alright then," I concluded. "Let's get some more sleep."

With that, I wiped the juices from my clothes as well as I could, recovered my blanket and tried to sleep again, feeling Manya's eyes on me for minutes until she, too, reclined in the snow. Silence reigned again.

The next morning, guilt lingered on Manya's complexion while I stood up, but she made no mention of last night's incident.

"Shall we go?" I offered.

"Yes," Manya accepted. "It should be within a day's march."

"Good."

We marched with little conversation. This far northeast, the skies looked wrong, and the terrain was desolate, featuring even fewer trees than before. The trees that did grow in these lands looked twisted and sickly. The wind picked up and whisked thin clouds of dusty snow across the steppes as the terrain grew more and more jagged.

At some seemingly random point, Manya stopped and announced, "We're here."

Looking around, I started, seeing us to be standing it exactly the same basin that Manya had described.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Put your hands together behind you."

Complying, I heard a flash of magic, then felt my wrists bound together by some cold, solid substance.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

Grabbing my wrists, she planted her foot on the back of my knees, causing them to buckle and forcing me to kneel. The very next moment, my ankles were locked together by the same device.

"What is this?" I demanded. "We're here to fight the spirits!"

With a snap of Manya's finger, something round and slightly plush filled my mouth, reducing my speech to grunts and moans.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "but we're not here to fight. You can't fight spirits. When I was first here, they told me that I could cure the curse by offering them a sacrifice."

My eyes narrowed. Looking up, I saw the wispy white forms of spirits gliding in from beyond.

Manya opened her arms and shouted, "I have done as you commanded! Your tribute is here!"

I struggled uselessly, trying to look dignified as the spirits all drifted to the ground about twenty paces in front of us and morphed into nude human forms. For a few seconds, they whispered to one another incomprehensibly.

Three wispy rings formed in the air around Manya, then slowly contracted. She put up no resistance until they tightened around her wrists, ankles and mouth, then solidified. She fell to her knees.

"MMMMH!" she furiously protested, "MPHHRRRRPH!"

"Ha," I thought.

The spirits lumbered toward us, the men trending toward her and the women toward me. The leading male spirit held his erect penis and pressed it tauntingly to Manya's cheek.

"Foolish girl," he mumbled, his voice echoing and reverberating. "You thought we would just let you leave?"

Some of the female spirits stroked themselves as they stared down at me.

"To the Chamber of Playthings!" announced one of them.

There was a white flash, and, suddenly, Manya and I knelt in a small crystal cave, mysterious structures rising to the ceiling around us. My bonds had teleported with me, I noticed, but my clothes had not.

On the other side of the cavern, the male spirits gathered around Manya and, I moan heard moans drift from their midst. In front of me, the female spirits grabbed my limbs, effortlessly separating my bonds into bracelets and anklets, before laying me down. As soon as the cold rings contacted the smooth, clear crystal floor, they fused with it. Immobilized, I could only look up as the first of the female spirits climbed on top of me.

With a little yelp of pleasure, she slid herself onto my erection and started pumping up and down, sending sensational waves rushing through my already clouded mind.

Feeling my gag lift away, I looked up hopefully, only to see another female spirit lowering her warm pussy onto my mouth, smothering me in her moist musk.




Spirited Away



By this time, I had figured out where this was going. The sooner she was sated, I figured, the sooner this would end. Workmanlike, I forced my tongue as deep into her soft but firm lips as it would go, then pulled quickly out, flicking my tongue as I did.

All the while, the first spirit continued to pillage me, and I felt another dripping vagina press onto my exposed abdominal muscles, sliding back and forth along their contours.

The rest was a blur of heat, juice and forceful pleasure. By the time I fully came back to my senses, I was standing upright, my cuffs fused to the wall. Manya was bolted to the ground, spreadeagled, bare naked, semen dripping from her vagina into a pool between her legs. Her glistening breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths.

"You were a find, Manya," one of the spirits whispered. "And you too, adventurer. The two of you will make a fine pair of playthings. Rest. We shall return tomorrow."

Manya shuddered and let out a defeated moan. I went limp. This was it. This was what I was wanted for. There were no monsters to fight or artifacts to steal. I was wanted as sex toy. This is my life now.



Spirited Back



At last, the spirits came back.

As my ethereal captors walked up to me, they took the solid forms of human females, ready to use me for mortal pleasure once again. They stood in a semicircle around me, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of me, nude and bound by shackles that fused directly to the wall of the crystal cavern where they kept me. My arms were kept away from the rest of my body and my legs were spread, displaying my undefended masculinity to their desirous gazes.

Seeing them, I breathed a sigh of relief. Their days-long absence had made me worry that they had finally grown bored of me, and I had come to look forward to their visits. Even though they raped and ravaged me, contorting me into nigh-impossible positions and leaving me a broken, soaked mess, I preferred that to monotonous imprisonment. When they were not taking advantage of me, all there was for me to do was sit and wait, my mind slowly going numb.

With a nod to her partners, the lead spirit woman walked up to me and kissed me, hands wandering all over my helpless flesh. I returned her kiss, reveling in the genuine pleasure of her gentle, womanly contact.

Even as I did, I looked over her shoulder and watched as more spirits entered the room. Taking male forms, they left me alone and instead made for Manya, my female counterpart and fellow sex slave. Her hands were currently bound together over her head, the handcuff fused to a low part of the ceiling. She almost dangled like a chandelier, taking care to keep her back straight, lest she hang by her stressed shoulders.

Her uselessly isolated hands transitioned into thin, dainty arms, then to a delicate face. Through her blonde locks, which had darkened slightly since she became a plaything for the spirits, her teal eyes stared, horrorstruck, at the male forms that stood around her. She twisted around as if trying to escape, only to make her invitingly ample bust shake appealingly.

Idly, I wondered if she still feared her exploiters, or she was putting on a show for their amusement.

One of the male spirits pushed his hand between her tightly pressed-together legs and started to stroke her. With a muted little moan, her voracious body wrested control of itself away from her as her nipples hardened, her vagina moistened and she licked her lips involuntarily.

My attention left her once again as the spirit women wrapped their arms around me, then pulled me off the wall, my shackles effortlessly separating under their magic. Carrying me to the center of the cavern, they laid me down on the floor and fused my anklets to the ground. One woman began pressing my right wrist shackle to the floor, only to be stopped by a companion. Instead, she grabbed my collar- which she seldom used- and stuck it to the floor, trapping my head.

I salivated, knowing what always came next. To my surprise, however, the spirit women waffled around me, conversing quietly with one another in incomprehensibly vague terms. A few uncertain moments later, two of them squatted on either side of me, facing one another. I felt my left hand jammed into something soft and warm.

"Stroke," one of them ordered, her voice echoing strangely.

I did so, to the best of my ability, trying to simulate the pumping action that I knew they preferred, even as the one using my left hand refused to let me pull back.

I looked up to the one I was stroking, seeing her face a mixture of pleasure and consternation as she looked down at my hand. The next moment, another spirit woman squatted over my face. She didn't have to tell me what to do.

Just as I began to lick, trying to shut out the oddly unpleasant taste and keep breathing, I felt feminine hands close around my testicles. I flinched, involuntarily clenching my left hand. A slap on my left nipple from the woman I fingered was all the warning I knew I would get, and I hastily continued stroking as the hands down lower gently batted around my hanging balls, then moved onto my penis, fingers curling around its base, then farther and farther up, before pumping a few times. By this time, the inside of my masculinity was so lubricated with precum that it made a kind of smacking sound as she played with it.

I felt knees on my sides as the woman down below straddled me. I focused on keeping my erection hard and my hands gentle as she lowered herself onto me, seeming to charge my cock with electricity as a spasm ripped through my body, making my left hand jerk upward and my tongue stop.

I felt a slap rip across my cheek from the woman who was using my mouth, and I hastily continued pleasuring her, even as the different rhythms of my hand, my tongue and my penis collided in my brain. Then, the pleasure from my loins, rushing up to me in waves with every thrust, demolished my feeble attempts at keeping my thoughts coherent, running through my brain like a wolf through sheep, scattering ideas everywhere.

When I felt my right hand picked up and rammed into another orifice, I gave up. Earlier, I could have handled it, but I was being used by too many women at once now. Forming my fingers into phallic points, I let my arms go slack. For the woman on my mouth, I transitioned from licking to sucking. My hips would have gone slack, had they been able to, but my masculine controllability kept them pumping to the woman's content.

The orgy didn't last much longer. My mind grew numb as it always did when I was used for too long. I think the woman on my mouth reached orgasm just a few seconds later and left me alone, only to be replaced by another one. The one with my left hand came not long later, but kept pumping in and out until she came again, just seconds before the one on my right. Both disengaged.

By the time I came to again, I wasn't even certain that the second woman to use my mouth got her release, though I had the distinct sense that my foot had been humped. My cock, bafflingly, was not completely limp. Whether or not I had had on orgasm of my own was beyond me.

The spirits were absent, and all was completely silent. Something felt strange. Testing my restraints, I felt my wrist rise from the ground.

At this, I sat bolt upright. With a growing smile, I realized that I was completely unbound; those fools had forgotten to bind me.

Dazed, I hobbled to my feet, my body slick with vaginal fluid and my head light. Once on my feet, I stood dumbly for a few moments, reveling in how wonderful it felt to be free at last.

Once I had my senses back, I found Manya on the other side of the cavern. As usual, her owners had moved her before forcing themselves on her. Now, her collar was fused to the ground, her head facing down and her arms flung out in opposite directions, her hands limp. Her ankles were bound to the floor, too, but so closely to her body that she had to bend her legs, forcing ass up invitingly.

For a moment, I stood over her, seeing that she was still unaware of my presence. Then, I raised my hand and spanked her across the left cheek.

"Ugh!" she sputtered, bucking.

"Manya," I addressed, kneeling down by her head, "it's me, Jens. Remember me?"

"Jens?" she gasped. "You're free?"

"Yeah," I confirmed. "They forgot to bind me. I'm going to try to get you out of there."

"You are?" she breathed. "You're not... you're not still mad that I got us into this mess?"

"That's why I spanked you. But I'm not leaving you behind."

"Oh, thank you..." she groaned.

"Any ideas?" I solicited.

"Um..." she stalled.

My hands wandered to her hindquarters, and I idly inserted a few fingers into her.

"No..." she finally divulged. "I have a spell that can break bonds, but it won't work while I can't move."

"Okay," I accepted, pulling out and standing up. "I'll be back."

With that, I brushed the juices from the soles of my feet, then made for the exit of the cavern. I had never been through here before; Manya and I were teleported in here when we were captured, and we had not left the cavern since.

The first hall was largely what I expected; a wide upward-trending spiral with a sharp corner halfway through, then more looping ice tunnels up to the surface.

On the surface, the wind howled and my body grew stiff and imprecise as the sensation left my farthest extremities. Instantly, I ducked back underground, fearing that I would freeze.

Doubt suddenly washed over me as I realized that our biggest foe would be the elements, not the spirits.

Taking a deep breath, as though preparing to dive underwater, I turned around and leapt back up into the frigid air. Once there, I shivered, fearing that the juices slathered over me would freeze solid as I looked around.

All around, the terrain was desolate- alien, almost. There was a shade of purple in the sky and not a tree in sight, save for a dead one in a basin behind me, and everything looked to be made of solid ice.

Suddenly, I recognized the basin; it was the place where Manya and I had been captured. What was more, a noticeable dark spot flapped irresolutely in the wind.

Immediately, I recognized it. Letting out a yelp of joy, I hurried out of the tunnel into the frigid air and sprinted across the dry, icy ground, my joints growing stiffer and stiffer as I stumbled to a stop in front of my clothes. Hastily, I put them on, then collapsed, curling up and sheltering my head from the wind as the numbness slowly left my limbs.

Once functional, I stood up, smiling at the familiar feeling of fur lining caressing my skin as I scooped up Manya's skimpy outfit in my thickly gloved hand and pocketed it. I then gathered my gear together and put it all in its proper place.

"Hang in there, Manya," I bade, as I turned and jogged away. "Help is coming."

For what must have been hours, I ran, my heavy furs feeling like home wrapped around my overused body. At last, I was heated not by whatever magic the spirits used in their caves, but by my own devices.

When, at last, I tired and stopped to make a little hovel in the snow, I said aloud, "Manya, I don't know if you can hear me with some kind of magic or not, but I'm alright. And I'll do what I can to get you out. I promise you."

Manya didn't answer. She didn't need to. Now that I had escaped spirit turf, there was no one to stop me from reaching civilization.

A few days later, I did just that. As soon as I set foot on cobblestone, I collapsed to my knees and gave thanks to no one god in particular that I had made it back. For a few minutes, I sat there, drinking in the wonderfully familiar sights and sounds, then, with a determined huff, stood up.

Getting an idea, I made for the town brothel. There, I stood outside and watched the streets, the moaning and grunting within providing a nice atmosphere as I waited.

Within a few minutes, a trio of men came to the door, looking promising. One was possessed of broad shoulders but an otherwise average build, his mild face accented by a short, even black beard that matched the thick fur vest he wore. Next to him, a thin red-haired boy with sharp features and big blue eyes walked, his bouncing, long-legged stride making it difficult to gauge his height. The third man, most impressive of all, carried his long, thick arms in a casual sway as he walked, his thick neck and billowing brown hair framing a broad, self-assured smile.

"Hey, you lads," I cheerfully addressed, "are you adventurers?"

They looked at me for a long moment, then the brawny brown-haired man answered, "Yeah."

"Do you like sex?" I continued.

"You bet."

"With women?" I modified.

To my relief, they continued to answer in the affirmative.

"Well," I began, "I need some companions for an adventure. I don't have enough money to pay anyone, and there won't be much for loot, but there's a damsel in distress who'd probably be very grateful to anyone who would help rescue her."

"When can we start?" eagerly asked the bearded one.

"When you're ready," I defined. "I'd like to get something to eat, but, other than that, I'm good to go."

A few minutes later, our four-man team set out for the northeast once again, ready to brave the spirits.

During our small talk on the way there, everything I learned about my new companions only made me more and more glad to have them. They clearly worked well together, joking heartily with one another and relating old stories with ease. I came to fancy staying with these men if I could. I considered broaching the subject to them, but I kept getting swept up in their recounting of their own adventures.

Before I knew it, we stood at the edge of the basin, overlooking the windswept bleakness.

For the first time, I began to second-guess my choice not to track down a magic user for this quest.

"Okay..." I ad-libbed. "Here's the plan. We'll have two of us make for the little raised spot on the far side of that tree. One of us will stay up at the hole in the top, the other will go down inside and spring the girl and get back. If anything goes wrong, one of us will just wave his arms and the other two will go up and help him."

"Sounds good," the brown-haired man approved. "Who's going?"

"I'd like to be up there when we get her," I defined. "She trusts me, so there won't be any explaining to do that way."

I pointed to the bearded one.

"You," I appointed, "you've got a club, right? We can use that to break her shackles. Would you be willing to come up?"

"You betcha," he approved.

"Alright," I concluded. "Let's go."

On the way across the basin, I watched the sky fearfully, my fingers wandering to my bow, only for us to arrive unmolested.

"Alright, give me your club and stay here," I instructed my companion.

He obeyed without suspicion.

"I'll be quick," I promised.

With that, I made my way down the spiral path.

In the cavern, I saw Manya, or rather, half of her. Her feet were planted about a foot away from the opposite wall, and her entire upper body was embedded in it. Her smooth legs were straight and her back angled downward from her hips slightly, presenting her ass agreeably.

I wondered how she breathed. Then, with a sudden horror, it occurred to me that she might not be breathing at all.

Images danced through my mind of irate spirits suffocating her to death. Fighting them back, I stepped up to her and tested her vitality with a sharp, shallow spank.

Her ass jiggled as it always did, but she didn't buck.

"Oh, dear," I dreaded.

Just as I prepared to give up, I saw a glisten on her womanhood. Filled with hope, I positioned my right hand underneath her open vagina and pushed it up inside of her. She was encouragingly hot.

For a few seconds, I stroked in that way spirit women seemed to enjoy most, then pulled out. Sure enough, Manya secreted her fluids, preparing for intercourse. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay," I told the bearded companion, back at the top of the spiral, "it's good news, bad news time. The good news is, the girl is alive. The bad news is, she's stuck in the wall."

"What do we do now?" asked my companion.

"We wait until the spirits come to play with her again," I resolved. "They do that once every few days. And they change her position every time they use her. Hopefully, next time it will be one we can get her out of."

"So we just wait?" he summarized.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "Let's get out of here."

Outside the basin, the night was a long one. One of us always stood guard, scanning the sky and the horizon, watching for the spirits. During my shift, I saw their faint, translucent white shapes glide across the sky, their paths eerily smooth and their speeds unnaturally consistent. Upon seeing them, I said nothing to alert my companions; the spirits flew obliviously over us.

I watched them funnel into the cave where Manya helplessly waited to be pillaged again.

"Hold on, Manya," I mumbled, watching. "Just one more night."

The next morning, there was an air of restlessness among us as my companions hobbled to their feet. Silently, the bearded one and I exchanged a nod, and we started for the spirits' cavern.

"Do you suppose she'll be retrievable this time?" he asked, as we walked. "I mean, once you escaped, they might have gotten a bit more cautious."

"One would think," I granted, "but spirits don't seem to think that way. Besides, if they ever did take any security measures, they'd be magical in nature. And last time I was down there, I didn't see anything new. I think we just got unlucky yesterday."

With that, I solicited his club again, and, leaving him at the top, began down the icy spiral, into the cavern.

There, I found Manya, this time on all fours. Her head lolled from her pale, naked shoulders, her hair falling like vines down past her head. Her shoulders, which bookended her beautifully hanging breasts, sat atop her smooth arms, then transitioned into her long, dexterous fingers, which splayed out from her palms. Her wrist cuffs were fused to the floor by their sides, and, at that, along only a few inches of their perimeter, forming a bond that would be easy to break with by club. Past her shoulders, her spine sagged down, then up again, showing the fine lobes of her posterior flatteringly.

I wondered if she was doing that on purpose.

Her milky upper legs were vertical, placing most of her rear weight on her knees. Attached to these, her limp lower legs ran through shackles around her ankles, which were embedded firmly into the ground. Freeing her from those would be tricky.

"Manya?" I softly cooed. "Manya, it's me."

Manya's head shot up, and she looked down the length of her body back at me. Her face was a caricature of shocked hopefulness.

"Jens!" she gasped. "You're here!"

"I am," I confirmed, smiling proudly. "Now hold still. I'm going to try and get your hands free.

With that, I knelt down beside her and lowered the club to her wrist. There, I held it a few inches away, then tapped lightly. Nothing happened. Winding up just a bit farther, I tapped harder. Nothing happened. Doubling the distance, I struck again, taking care to stop the club as soon as it contacted the restraint. A chip came off. With one more strike, I broke the ring in two.

"Oh, yes..." she breathed, lifting out her hand and stretching her elbow. She looked to me and whispered, "thank you, Jens."

"You're welcome," I accepted. "But don't thank me yet."

Carefully, I walked around her and brought the club up to the next shackle, bringing it as far back as I had last time and slashing it into the crystal construct, chipping off a respectable chunk. With just another tap, the shackle cracked.

Raising herself to a kneeling position, she stretched her arms above her head, her body trembling appealingly as her muscles finally loosened up.

Sitting back, I watched the show, then, when she fell back onto her hands, I got to work on her anklets. They each came off with just one strike each.

"Come on, let's go, quickly," she urged, standing. "With my limbs free, I can teleport us away."

"No, wait," I arrested, "We've got some tagalongs. We need to go back with them."

I paused awkwardly.

"Also... I might have offered for you to have sex with them in exchange for their assistance."

"Did you have money to pay them?" she asked.

"No," I truthfully answered.

"It's fine then," she, accepted. "Let's go."

"Wait," I stopped again, "I have your clothes."

I drew her entire skimpy outfit from my pocket, and she stared at it as though it were alien to her. Slowly taking it, she stretched it out in front of her, then slipped it on, worming her way suggestively into it. I could not help but crack a smirk as she squeezed her breasts into the restrictive top.

"Now let's go," she pushed.

We took off.

"I got her!" I reported, as the two of us dashed up the spiral. "I got the girl! Run!"

This time, the run across the basin seemed even longer than before. Looking at Manya, I watched her face as the same mix of emotions played out that I remembered from my escape.




Spirited Back



We seemed to run for hours. The other mens' stamina did not disappoint. Manya displayed incredible endurance for a woman who had spent so long trussed up like an ornament, and I had only moderate difficulty keeping up.

Eventually, we came to a rest at a little grotto, far from spirit lands. Beside the pond, a boulder lay over a semicircle of raised dirt, creating a little cave seven feet high, at least that deep and twice as wide. In there, we all collapsed and panted for a few minutes.

"So..." brought up the bearded one, looking at Manya, "Did Jens here tell you how we were supposed to be paid?"

Manya cracked a naughty smile.

"He did," she confirmed. "It's a good thing I still have the Träldom jewel."

"You what?" I sputtered.

"Didn't I tell you?" recalled Manya. "That jewel that made me horny. They never took it out."

"Wow..." I marveled.

"So, then," she transitioned, facing her saviors, "how do you want me?"

The men smiled and drew out a plethora of restraints from the recesses of their outfits.

"Kneel," ordered one of them.

Manya knelt, the short skirt of her dress fluttering as she lowered.

Standing up, the redheaded boy blindfolded her. Next, a few straps closed around her wrists. Her smile broadened into a dumb grin as male hands gently pushed apart her legs, then secured them with a wooden spreader bar. Next went her hands, each wrist tied to the crook of the other elbow, then a rope around her forearms. The big man stretched the other end of this rope all the way down to the spreader bar, pulling her spine into an arch.

Now the arousal in the men was obvious. They swarmed about her with a certain franticness, their eyes always locked on one of her sexual characteristics as they moved about, their hot breath condensing as it danced against her heated skin.

Next, as though controlled by one mind, the men picked up Manya and carried her out of the cave, where one of them tied the rope connecting her arms and spreader bar to a tree branch, adjusted the length, then gently stopped supporting her.

Hanging at waist height, she swayed for a few seconds. Then the dam burst.

First, the big man crouched under her and placed his hands over her delectably hanging breasts. Once he had coaxed her nipples to rigidity, he brought up his mouth and sucked on her, keeping his hands busy with her other breast.

Next, the thin red-haired boy pulled up between her legs, pumping his ready erection in his hand. Positioning himself, he stopped for a moment, then slid into her.

Manya's back arched as she received him, and her mouth shot open. The moment it did, the black-haired man grabbed her head from behind and guided her mouth onto his wet, waiting shaft.

For a few minutes, she writhed between them, moaning mutedly as they fondled and fucked every part of her at once. The squirming creature that hung from the tree seemed to melt under their combined force.

At last, one man finished showering her with an impressive streak of seed, then the next. Manya's compulsive pumping grew more and more drawn-out and exhausted, peppered with what may or may not have been orgasmic squeals. Soon, the last man finished. Pulling out of her, he left her there for a few moments, a swinging image of restrained beauty. Soaked in juices, she struggled to gather herself. As we dressed, we listened to her sputters and grunts.

For a few minutes, us men stood and watched with vacant smiles, appreciating the display.

"Boys?" she finally addressed. "I've paid you back. Can I go now?"

"Yeah," I confirmed, starting towards her.

"No," the redheaded boy arrested, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Not yet."

Manya went limp, and we stared for a little longer. Then, finally, the big man walked up and placed his hand under her stomach, supporting her as he unhooked her and placed her on the ground. He then stood over her and slowly undid her bonds, one by one.

"Thank you," she said, standing up. "Did you have fun?"

All three men answered in desynchronized affirmative.

"Well... I kind of did too."

"Where should I teleport you to?" she asked.

"Snøbyen!" I elected.

The other men nodded.

"Alright," she accepted, "stand still."

There was a flash, and, suddenly, we all stood in the main street of the right town. Snow fell in soft flakes, and the air felt more moist.

"And that's that..." I concluded, trying not to be amazed by the abruptness of our arrival.

"Why didn't she just do that to escape?" questioned one of the men.

"She couldn't, without her hands free," I explained.

With that, the men nodded, then offered laconic goodbyes as they left.

I looked up to the sky.

"Well," I took stock, "that sure was an adventure. Kind of fun, actually."

I started walking.

"In fact, I'd do it again."



Spirits Broken



Clare stopped and stretched. Reaching for her tea mug, Clare realised that it was dark. It seemed like only ten minutes since she had said good night to everyone else but as she drank some tea she pulled a face because it was cold. She glanced at the clock on her computer; it was 7:15.

Then it struck her that she was going to be late for her phone call from her master. Master was ringing her at 7:30 and she knew that it took 15 minutes to get home from the car park.

Clare dropped her mug and grabbed her bag, quickly saved her work, and ran through the building. She was glad of the practicality of her works insistence on sensible shoes as she raced through the building and down the stairs. She knew there was no point in waiting for the lift it took too long. ‘What a time to think about shoes, silly cow’ she thought to herself as she swiped herself through the security door. 

Running breathlessly to her car, she fumbled in her bag for the key and pressed the button for the central locking. Throwing the bag on the passenger seat she started the car glad that only a few weeks ago she had traded in her unreliable old Fiesta which probably wouldn’t have started for her new company car. 

Clare prayed that the traffic would be light and the lights wouldn’t delay her on her way home, it had taken her too long to get to the car. Above all else she hoped that the police would not be around. Reaching the main road, Clare raced along the familiar route to her house. Getting caught speeding would mean the end of her job but Clare had only one thought on her mind and that was to get home before the call came. 

It was 7:25, only five minutes to go and still only just over half way home. Clare threw all caution to the wind and floored the accelerator.

“Bloody lights, come on change, CHANGE!!” she screamed as she approached a red light. Without a further thought, Clare burst through the lights with only a quick glance to left and right hoping and praying that nothing was coming. Her luck held, the traffic that usually would have made this journey hell was already gone.

She turned into her road and drove straight into the drive of her house barely stopping before she hit the garage door. As she threw open the door of the car Clare could hear the phone ringing, she emptied the contents of her bag on the car seat to find her house key. Grabbing it, Clare dashed for the door and fumbled, for what seemed ages, trying to get the key in the lock. She was shaking so hard, because of her panic. 

Eventually the key slid in and the door was open. Clare grabbed the phone and knelt, breathing heavily, trying to regain her composure. She listened, ready to greet her Master, only to hear the dialling tone.

Clare wept in disappointment. She was exhausted, the panic and the race across town had stretched her emotions to the limit. Missing the call had taken her over the top. She knew now that she must wait for the next call right where she was. 

“If I miss that one too… no, no, I mustn’t think of that” she thought out loud to herself.

Clare knew her master wouldn’t ring straight away, Master never did, she ruefully thought. So she had five minutes at least to sort herself out before returning to her vigil by the phone. 

She walked out to her car and gathered up her belongings from the car and the driveway and then locked it, knowing that she wasn’t going to need it until Monday.

Closing the door behind her, Clare dropped her bag on the floor and removed her shoes. Then she knelt, just watching the phone waiting for it to ring. This time, Clare knew she must answer the very instant it rang. For her master would only allow it to ring once before hanging up.

As the time passed, Clare began to think back on her relationship with her master. She found it very difficult to remember a time when her master wasn’t a part of her life, although it had only been for a year. 

Clare thought back to the first time they had met. It was at an office party the Christmas before last, when she had drunk one or two too many and had been offered a lift home there was a hug at the door as a thank you and then an offer of a coffee. 

Clare never knew what was the trigger that suggested to her master that she was a submissive. At work, there was no one able to strike a harder bargain or more determined to succeed. Clare’s’ rise through the business had been meteoric and infamous. That party, as far as she knew, was the only place her master had seen her. Clare didn’t think it was at the gym or at the pub that she and her girlfriends frequented. 

Then Clare thought back to her time before that party, when her life revolved around Bob, her husband. Since he had started working abroad her life had been an endless joy. Bob was OK. Bob was steady, but Bob was also boring. He only talked about his work and never asked how her day had been or what she had done. It was almost as if she didn’t exist except to feed him and keep house for him. In the end it was this lack of a life that had driven Clare to look for a job.

Then this stranger walked into her life whilst Bob was abroad and, ‘Just, just… took over total control of me, my life and, and…my body’.

Clare started to cry as the depth of love she felt for her master swept over her. 

“Bastard, even when you aren’t here you make me cry.” she said with a smile while brushing her tears away.

While she knelt Clare thought about the time they had spent together. As always, her thoughts returned to that first time it had been at home after the party and hadn’t lasted long at all. The feelings she had were so intense but, Clare realised, she’d had no control over them. They were imposed by this stranger who had walked into her life.

It had all started harmlessly as they had talked, and there was a simple and innocent request to move over to the sofa. Then the hands explored her face in soft caresses before moving down her blouse to her breasts. Gently, they undid the buttons before fully encompassing them and sensually squeezing them. Clare had felt helpless under these erotic ministrations and allowed a quiet moan to escape her lips. She knew that this shouldn’t be happening, but the drink and the effect of the hands prevented her from resisting. 

Then it stopped, as suddenly as it had started, leaving Clare with a feeling of emptiness, frustration and lust for this stranger. Clare mused long and hard over that first night her mind wandering over that brief time and then her mind suddenly came back to the present when the phone suddenly rang. 

She snatched it up and breathlessly recited her formal greeting. “Master, your woman is here for your pleasure and service”. Clare listened, there was nothing at first and then a couple of clicks and a voice said “Is that Mrs Carlton?”

Clare was taken aback and a bit embarrassed that she had given her greeting to a stranger, she hoped that he hadn’t heard it. “Yes” she replied.

“Hello Mrs Carlton, my name is Carl Roberts, from Paron Windows and we are looking for a show home in your area…”. Clare was stunned, ‘who is this idiot’ she thought to herself as he rambled on about windows and doors.

“No, we don’t want anything, thanks” she replied. As usual, he persisted going on about guttering and fascias. Clare blurted out in frustration “Listen carefully, we don’t want anything!!!. Is that too difficult to understand?” and slammed down the phone.

The thought that her master had phoned during that bloody call crossed Clares’ mind but she knew if that was the case that the call would come almost immediately. Anxiously she waited, just in case.

Clare woke up with a start, her left leg was killing her, she had cramp in her calf and it was agony. She got up to stretch her leg muscles and glanced at her watch, it was 11pm. Her master had never made her wait this long, this was so rare she began to worry that it was over, she’d been told not to miss the call and that it was probably the most important one of their relationship. She wondered if it was over because she had missed the call, her master was very intolerant of failure. Clares’ frequent whippings had proven testimony to her inability to achieve the high standards expected of her and each failure seemed to hurt her more than the whippings had. With a sly smile to herself, she admitted that occasionally she had failed just to gain the closeness of contact that she desired.

The phone rang, Clare grabbed it, repeated her greeting and waited. This time there were no clicks but just silence. This was it. This was the call she was waiting for. After what seemed ages her master spoke to her.

“You missed the call” the soft tones purred.

“I’m s.s..sorry Master, I was working late at the office a..a..and forgot the time”. Clare stammered.

“Tonight was going to be a special night, and now, because of your failure, you have missed it. Now listen carefully, you will follow these instructions to the letter, any variation and you will receive severe punishment for failing again.”

It was all Clare could do to respond and confirm that she understood what she had been told. The punishments she had received before had pushed her to her limits and way beyond. Having been told that any punishments would be more severe shook Clare to the core. Surely she couldn’t take any more.

“CLARE!!!!” the voice shouted. 

“Yes, Master?” , Clare responded, realising that she had taken the handset from her ear.

“You will leave your house in 15 minutes. You will wear the red lingerie that you will find on your bed and the coat that is next to it. You will drive to the services on the M40, where you will wait in your car. Make sure you have your mobile switched on.”

Before Clare could answer the call ended. She replaced the handset and looked at her watch. It was 11:10pm but Clare had no idea how much time she had to get to the services. Normally it took about 35 minutes. Clare mused over that. “Midnight….how precise a timing that would be.

Clare climbed the stairs to her bedroom and looked at the clothes that were on the bed. She didn’t recognise the clothes and, rather shaken, realised that someone had been in her house while she was at work. “How did Master get a key?”.

Stripping her work clothes off slowly, Clare briefly stood in front of the mirror naked admiring her shapely body. At 5ft 8, her size 10 body was perfectly proportioned and tanned all over. The tan emphasised her long blond hair and jade green eyes and her love of heels and shorter skirts highlighted her legs. The gym had definitely been a good idea and one she knew her master approved of. Clare pulled on the lacy red knickers and bra, followed by the red, lace topped hold ups. Clare’s master had never been fond of stockings and suspenders, ‘too much to get in the way’ was always the response when Clare mentioned the subject.

Clare picked up the coat that had been neatly folded on the bed. Holding it up she realised that it wouldn’t cover the top of the hold ups. Putting it on Clare looked in the mirror again and tried, without success, to pull the coat down further to cover the tops of the hold ups. The shoes were high heels and black. Clare slid her feet into them and realised that the heels were even higher than the 5” ones in her wardrobe.

“Time to go” Clare said to herself, noting the time. She walked down the stairs carefully and with great difficulty in the heels. Then, taking her house and car keys and phone, walked out to the car and slid into the seat trying to keep herself covered as much as possible. She knew not to take anything else, somehow her master always knew if she had taken more than she was ordered to with her.

Clare reversed the car out of the drive and then drove towards the motorway. Clare smiled to herself as she pulled into the car park. It was 11:58pm, two minutes to spare.

Pulling into a space near to the main entrance Clare waited, conscious of her lack of clothes and the brightness of the lights. A couple of lorry drivers walked by and briefly glanced at the car. One of them looked directly at Clare and as he walked by looked again, nudging his mate and seemingly made some lewd remark. Clare held her breath hoping that they would walk off. She watched them in her mirrors as they walked off towards the lorry park and then let go the breath in relief.

The car clock clicked over to 12:00, immediately Clares mobile bleeped making her jump. She read the message, ‘Open the door and meet your escorts’. 

Clare opened the door and the two lorry drivers stood there. One took her by the arm and roughly pulled her from the car. Stumbling as she was pulled out, Clare felt hands all over her body. Before she realised it, her ankles were shackled and her hands were pulled behind her back and handcuffed before a collar was placed tightly around her neck and the handcuffs attached to the collar pulling them higher up her back. Clares’ mouth was forced open and stuffed full of a coarse material. She was then half carried, half dragged to a waiting lorry where she was placed on the back of its flat bed.

Clare stared up at the night sky aware that, apart from her underwear and the height of the lorry, she was visible and almost naked to anyone driving past, as the coat buttons had been undone before she was put into the lorry. Fortunately the sides of the lorry protected Clare from the wind and it was still quite hot, despite the lateness of the hour. 

The lorry stopped with a jerk, waking the sleeping woman in the back. Clare tried to move to see where they were but her bonds were too tight. All she knew was that it was daylight. After what seemed ages, the back panel of the lorry dropped down and Clare tried to look but her head was immediately covered. The only sense left to Clare was her ears. Listening intently she heard the cry of birds. Was that seagulls she could hear? That meant she could be on almost any coast, anywhere. It was still quite warm though, so she guessed it was the south of England.

Clare was gently lifted from the back of the lorry and then carried down a slope. At the bottom she was placed on her feet and steadied. She stood, unsure of what to expect next. The anticipation that her master was there watching her, made her totally unsure of what to expect next and sent Clares senses souring. Her breathing became shorter and her chest tight as she waited, her ears straining for any sign of what was to come. Then she felt an upward pull on her wrists, stretching her onto the tips of her toes until she was totally unable to move. 

All of a sudden she felt the hot sting of a cane across her buttocks, followed by another. Each stroke seemed to tear into her cheeks and get harder until the pain was unbearable. Searing into her ripe flesh like a burning iron. Stroke after stroke, all expertly placed each one just slightly overlapping the last so that the sting of the preceding one was re-enforced by the following one.

How many Clare received she couldn’t count, her ability to think straight had been shattered by that first unexpected stroke. It seemed to go on forever, tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably into her gag. The severity of the caning was overwhelming but, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. 

Slowly regaining control of herself, Clare tried to listen to her surroundings. She was convinced now, that it was a port and that she was onboard a boat. This was confirmed when, moments later, she felt movement as the engines started and the deck started to vibrate under her.

Trying to ease the pain in her arms, Clare felt an unbearable pain on her already sore bum. A voice told her to remain still and she realised that salt water was being applied to her. Clare tried to scream in agony, but the gag prevented her from being heard more than a few feet away. As soon as they stopped wiping her bum with the water, Clare was lowered to the deck of the ship. Still shackled and blindfolded Clare was moved along the deck of the boat. Listening, she could hear the wolf whistles and shouts from men around the port as they sailed close to shore leaving, she assumed, the port. She was glad at this time that her face, at least, was covered even if most of the rest of her body was open to show. The embarrassment that she would have felt if she could see the men looking at her would have been too much for her to bear.

After a while the boat started to rock a little and Clare was finding it difficult to stand. She remained in place for some minutes, not daring to move, until she was turned around and gently led below decks to a cabin.

Once in the cabin all the restraints were removed along with the collar. The blindfold was then lifted off and Clare squinted at the brightness around her as she looked at her luxurious surroundings. The man removed her gag and then handed her a letter, leaving her to read it without saying a word.

Clare opened the letter and read it. Bemused by the content of the letter, she sat down on the soft bed and re-read it trying to take in the words and their meaning.

It read:

Woman,

You will remain in this cabin until the boat docks. 

All your food will be supplied to you. 

You will find suitable clothing in the wardrobe.

The clothes you have on will be placed on your next food tray

You will not talk to the steward

Any breach will be punished

Master

“Woman?” thought Clare, her master had always referred to her by her name saying what a lovely name it was. Standing up, Clare opened the wardrobe and looked at the clothes. There was only one outfit which was made of the finest silk…and it was see through!! Clare hunted through all the cupboards for the rest of the clothes but found nothing else. 

Not daring to disobey she removed her lingerie and put on the clothes. Clare looked at herself in the mirror, she was now wearing ankle length silk trousers and a silk top that just slipped over her head.

“Bloody hell!! It shows everything” she exclaimed to herself, embarrassed at what she could see and would be revealing.

Almost immediately the door opened and the steward walked into the room. Efficiently, he placed her meal on the table and when satisfied that everything was right he turned to leave. He picked up the tray and Clare suddenly remembered the letter and hurriedly placed her clothes on it, squirming as she did so under the gaze of this man desperately trying to hide what her clothes didn’t. Without a word but with a smug smile on his face, he left the cabin and Clare to her meal.

The smells coming from the table were delicious and reminded Clare that she hadn’t eaten since lunch time the day before. The rawness of her bum after her caning quickly prevented her from sitting on the dining chair and she decided to eat sitting on the much softer bed.

After her meal Clare decided to take a shower, she removed her clothes laying them on the bed and stepped into the bathroom. As she showered she had the time to consider all that had happened to her. The race home, the long hours waiting for the call, the drive to the services, the journey in the lorry and then the caning on the boat deck. “God knows who saw that” she said to herself, ”and what about the car”. Her thoughts started to race again worrying about the car, until she realised there was nothing she could do about it.

Clare towelled herself down and then, returning to the main room, noticed that the table had been cleared while she had showered. She re-dressed and then wondered what to do. There were no books, radio or telly in the room, so Clare decided to try and sleep.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep Clare heard the door open. Sitting up on the bed she hoped that some explanation was to come from this person about what was happening.

Clare looked at him, he was about 25, quite tall, heavily built and very dark skinned. An Arab perhaps, she thought to herself. He said nothing, but moved to the head of the bed, and pressed a button which released restraints from the sides of the bed. 




Spirits Broken



Taking Clares’ ankle he forced it into the restraint at the bottom of the bed on the opposite side. He then twisted her other ankle until she was forced to turn over or have it broken, so strong was his grip, and he secured it in place at the bottom of the bed. Moving to the top, he forced her wrists into the restraints that lay there. 

Thinking he had finished, Clare was shocked when he started turning a handle in the bed side that gradually tightened the restraints until she was stretched to the limit and unable to move. 

Pulling her head back by her hair he forced open her unwilling mouth and slowly inserted a metal bung that totally filled her mouth, making it impossible for her to speak, and which reached deeply to the back of her throat. Clare knew she had to relax her throat to take it or she would be sick. The man then left, he had made no sound and not uttered a word in the time he had been there.

By now Clare realised that she was in deep trouble, what had started out as a bit of fun on that night a year ago was no longer fun. Her submission to her master was all a bit of fun, but this….this …..this was beyond fun and deadly serious.

She thought about all that had happened again and about how the start of this had excited her so much. Firstly the anticipation, followed by the shock of the situation with the two lorry drivers and then the gut wrenching feelings during that drive. Even during that there had been excitement about what was to come. “Now, well now, I’m not so sure”. The caning had disturbed Clare because she had no idea who had done it or who had seen it. She brooded about that for some time.

About half an hour passed and then the door opened. Clare tried to turn her head to see who had come into the room but couldn’t. Whoever it was, stood directly behind her and was absolutely silent. All she could do was anticipate what would happen next so she clenched her arse cheeks expecting another caning.

It seemed like ages, but was probably only one or two minutes, before a voice spoke.

“Hello, Clare.” It was her Master!! . Clares’ emotions ran wild with excitement and the thrill of expectation knowing that this person above all others knew her limits and that she had been pushed way beyond anything they had done together. Master would release her now so that they could cuddle and kiss. So they could share the friendship and partnership that had built up over the last year.

Instead of the release from her bonds that she had expected, Clare felt her silk trousers slowly being pulled down.

“You missed your phone call, Clare, I’m very disappointed in you. All you had to do was be home for one phone call and you would be living like a queen right now.”

“Instead, you are here, at my mercy and unable to even beg for forgiveness.”

“When I spoke on the phone to you, I told you that you would be severely punished. That punishment has already started, with your caning on deck. It will continue in here until we reach our destination.”

“If you struggle and resist, it will be even more severe, if you accept your punishment for your own failing, then it will be less so.”

“Do you accept your punishments willingly, Clare?”

Clare nodded her acceptance, what else could she do in this situation?

A caressing hand then played across her still sore bum, fondling it, gently rubbing it like had happened before, though Clare could sense a difference this time. Suddenly, she felt a sharp thrust into her anus as a plug was inserted firmly into her and then another one was shoved deep into her pussy. She tried to scream in pain but the plug in her mouth prevented almost all sound. Both of them were cold and instinctively Clare knew they were metal, which meant electric. 

Never before had her arse been stretched to this extent, it felt as if it was being split in two by the plug. Clare tried to scream in the hope that it would be removed but no sound could escape her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to relax her arse to ease the pain she was suffering.

Then the first charge was applied to the plugs, Clares’ body convulsed with the pain and the intensity of the pleasure that this form of stimulation gave her. Again the plugs were charged and she felt the flood of pain through her body and the glorious aftermath as the initial pain wore off. This was Clares’ favourite punishment as it so often made her climax. The pain of the butt plug stretching her arse wore off as the effect of this greater pain took over.

The next electric surge however was far more than she had taken previously and Clare again tried to scream in agony as again she was pushed way beyond anything she had taken before. The sweetness of her juices started flowing from within her as the shock dropped off and the pleasure of recovery started. Another charge, again a strong one, and Clare tried to scream and pulled against her bonds as she succumbed to a shattering orgasm in its aftermath.

Four more times she was given shocks each time more powerful than the last. Clares tears were now continuous as she was shocked again and again and her body shook in convulsions until eventually she passed out with the pain.

When Clare woke up, she was free of restraints and had no plugs or gags in her. She tried to get up off the bed but was still weak and shaking from the punishment she had been given. Eventually she managed to pull herself up to a half sitting position on the bed. She felt as if she had been beaten from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, but at least she was still alive. 

Clare rose unsteadily and moved to the bathroom where she tried to freshen herself up. She looked at the shower and shook her head. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

Returning to the main room, she looked at the table and the food that was waiting for her there. Picking up a piece of toast she sat nibbling at a corner trying to understand what had happened and why. Surely this couldn’t all be about one phone call could it? Clare tried to gather her thoughts about what was happening and why but her thoughts were so scattered by what had happened that she could scarcely concentrate on eating let alone on the events of that day so far.

The days passed and each day Clare suffered greater torment. Very early on the second day out her nipples and tits had suffered badly. 

That first time, she was attached to the bed face up and blindfolded immediately after her breakfast. It started with some affectionate and loving flickers on her nipples through the soft silk of her top by her master. Clare instinctively knew that touch, she had felt it so many times before and had enjoyed it. This time though, she knew it was just a prelude to more pain and mentally prepared herself for what was to come. Those gentle ministrations hadn’t lasted long though before the squeezing started, gently at first and then slowly getting harder until Clare definitely started to feel the pinch. At each new squeeze, Clare started to squeal in protest and squirm on the bed. 

“Be still and silent”!! Clare was told by her master “or suffer for it. This is all part of your punishment, remember you agreed to accept it.”

The squeezing became harder and longer on her nipples as Clare tried to muster all the self-control she could find. Despite her best efforts, she found it impossible to remain as ordered and she started to moan, initially with pleasure but, as it got rougher, in pain.

Clare’s blindfold was removed and she noticed the Arab who had strapped her to the bed the day before was now in the room. He moved forward and taking her tits in his large hands proceeded to twist them roughly, almost as if he was trying to twist them off. Squeezing them as he twisted, caused Clare to scream in pain and beg for it to stop but she knew that this was going to go on for a lot longer.

The skin on her nipples was so sore because of the force used on them and she knew that they had lost their top layer of flesh. Opening her eyes, as her torment stopped she looked at the two people in the room trying to gauge what would happen next, but all she could see was a tray but not what was on it.

It didn’t take long for her to find out as her master picked up a clamp and attached it to her left nipple. Clare screamed as the pain coursed through her body, at which the inside of her left thigh received a slap from a whip. Another clamp was attached to her right nipple, again Clare screamed as it bit into her already sore nipple. Another slap from the whip, this time on her right thigh. More and more clamps were attached to her tits and as each was applied her thighs were whipped until her tits were covered and her thighs stung with the constant whipping.

After a short respite one of the clamps was tightened on her left tit, increasing the pain and torment. As it had been from the start of this torture her left thigh was given another stroke from the whip. Each clamp was tightened in turn and for each tightening her thighs received another stroke until they felt red raw. 

Eventually, after what seemed like hours the clamps were released. Each time a clamp was released another whip stroke added to the pain she felt as the blood rushed to the parts of her body that had been deprived of it. Clares thoughts swung wildly between relief and fear. Relief that the clamps were off and fear at what would come next. 

The following day still sore and very painful from what had happened the previous day Clare was sure that she would be suffering further torment. As the day had passed she started to wonder if she would have a day without pain. Then as her evening meal was removed from the room the Arab came in and pinned her to the bed, again face up as she had been the previous day.

In walked a woman, whom Clare had not seen before. She moved towards the bed and lifted Clares top to reveal her inflamed tits. Opening the case that she carried she removed a small plastic container which she opened to reveal several long sharp needles, all of differing thicknesses.

Clare drew in a sharp breath as she realised how the needles were going to be used. A bottle was taken out and the liquid inside applied to Clares upper body. 

The first of the needles was scratched lightly over the surface of her upper torso before being pushed slowly into the flesh of her tits. Clare screamed as the first of the needles was pushed in above her nipple and then appeared about an inch further across. Blood appeared on her body which was wiped away. A second needle was pushed in about 2 centimetres above the first in the same way and then a third further above. This was then repeated on her other tit in the same way. Clare was screaming incessantly at the pain that this torture was inflicting on her. Clare was unable to think as her thoughts were totally scrambled by this invasion of her body. 

Finally the thickest needles was placed against her nipples and forced through them and out the other side, piercing them both. Each of these needles were then bent with pliers into a hoop to prevent their removal. At this point the woman wiped away the blood and left the room.

All that night Clare was left restrained on the bed, trying to recover, understand and think. The following morning the ‘needlewoman’ returned. She chained Clares nipples together with a single link that pulled the rings hard. Clare felt as if they were being pulled out of her nipples as they seemed to tear at the flesh. Once finished she was again left alone.

That day Clare received no food or drink. The following day she only had gruel and water as the mind and physical punishments seemed to continue. 

The needles and clamps that had been used on her tits had made them so sore that even showering would hurt her and the light material of her clothes felt like sandpaper against her skin. Clare had always hated nipple play and it had gone on day after day, hour after hour.

Each night Clare tried to sleep but her body was crying out in pain, pleading to be set free of the constant torment that it had suffered. Mentally and physically, Clare felt exhausted, unwilling or unable to prevent what was happening almost constantly crying both because of the pain and because of the frustration of not knowing why this was all happening to her. Unable to think straight any longer, she waited to see what would happen next.

A while later Clare realised that the boat had stopped moving and was silent. A meal was brought in for her, as it had been throughout most of the journey with not a word said. The ‘needlewoman’ also appeared and removed the rings from her nipples. Clare was now totally free of all implements. She sat and ate, again trying to think back over the voyage. 

The punishments she had taken had made her cry every time, but she had agreed to take what was given. The electrical stimulation had gone further than she could imagine possible; the canings and nipple torture had reduced her from a self-confident worldly woman almost to a nervous wreck. Despite all this, and all the other pain and suffering, Clare was determined not to break, not to give them the pleasure of seeing her fall but to stare them right back in the face.

The door opened, Clare cringed, expecting more punishment, while she waited to see who walked into the cabin. She looked up and it was her master.

“Follow me” was all she said. Clare immediately rose and followed her out of the cabin. She was no longer aware of her clothes as the silk delicately whispered around her body, revealing the glories within to all that wished to look. Clare knew that her whole body was covered with red stripes from the canings and blood spots from the needles but so confused and bewildered was she by all that had happened that she no longer was aware of her body. Moving up on deck, she approached the gangway and was shown the way to a waiting car. Clare climbed into the car, which moved off straight away. 

As the driver pushed his way through the teeming traffic and pedestrians Clare looked around. It certainly seemed an Arab city and she then spotted a road sign in Arabic, which confirmed it. After about a 10 minute drive the car pulled into the drive of a big house where a houseboy approached the car and opened the door for Clare. She started to move up the stairs and was greeted, she assumed, by the housekeeper who was babbling in Arabic.

Clare was shown to a door, when she opened it she saw the room was full of women. Many of them were of a similar age to her and dressed in the same fashion as she was.

“It’s a harem!” she exclaimed to the housekeeper.

“Yes” replied a familiar voice from behind her, “and you are its newest member, number 13, and you, so superstitious, how ironic.”

Clare turned in amazement; there next to her master was Bob, her husband.

“Hello 13, you know Joanne, she seduced and trained you after the Christmas party on my orders. Now you will understand the meaning of submission.”

Bob pushed Clare into the room and she heard the door slam and a bolt pushed into place. Clare collapsed on to a pile of cushions and wept, her whole body shaking as the full impact of what had happened, and why, hit her. The pain she suffered at this betrayal was far greater than anything physical that she had endured in the past week Her fate seemed as sealed as the door behind her, or was it?



Spirits of the Forest



The old legends state rules about traveling through the sacred and protected forests of Artemis the Huntress. Any man caught traveling through the forest without a female companion may fall victim to the wiles of the servants of the forest, the forest nymphs and dryads are always looking out for intruders the older and weaker looking the male is the more chance he has of getting through the forest untouched. It is said that any man foolish enough to pass through the forest during the spring solstice never returns and any female that enters the sacred forests during this time will be afflicted with raging fevered lust and kidnap young men to sake the burning desire. Most villagers listen to these legends as the word and law of the gods. Some do not however and many young brave men do venture into the sacred forests and pay the price of violating the sanctuary.

***

"Helios going into that forest so close to the solstice is just madness, you know what happened to Krios who went in there last solstice" said Alex. 

"Alex your just too chicken to try mate, I'll be certainly coming back," said Helios. 

"No man it's I would come with you but my wife doesn't want me going anywhere near the forest she wants to keep me all for herself," said Alex. 

"So why are you worried about me then? I can take care of myself you know that right," said Helios. 

"Man sometimes I think you're just tempting the gods to punish you, having the name of a god would be enough I would think," said Alex. 

"If Helios had a problem with me being named after him he would have done something by now don't you think?" said Helios. 

"Ok then I'll see you Hades because if you go into that forest I don't think I'll be seeing you again in this life," said Alex. 

"Alright bye, I will be coming back," said Helios. 

"Alright," said Alex.

As Helios approached the forest the lady of the forest Protector Artemis called her servants to her. "We have a young strong man approaching the sanctuary in gleaming armor, he is thickly muscled and his skin is bronzed which glows like the sun. He looks like a perfect image of Helios, so ladies don't get yourself burnt when you take this man I dare say you will enjoy yourselves, he looks to have a lot of strength and stamina," with a wave of her silvery arm she sent her servants to follow him. 

Once Helios entered the forest he felt as if he was being watched, as he carefully walked over braches and other garbage matter on the ground he put his hand onto his sword hilt ready to take on anything that came out at him. After awhile of walking through the forest he still had the feeling of being watched but he no longer expected anything to come out at him. He suddenly heard what sound like whistling and twigs and dry leaves crackling. He stopped walking and turned around surveying his surroundings after hearing further noises of movement he drew his gleaming sword out.

He began moving forward again more slowly this time. He caught a flash of something in between the trees and stood still getting his sword ready to strike at whatever was following him. Then something jumped out of the tree and dropped on his shoulders pulling his sword out of his hand pushing him to the ground. As he struggled with the creature on top of him more of the same creatures came out of the trees and surrounded him, one gave a short sharp whistle and the one wrestling with Helios got up. When Helios opened his eyes he was amazed at what he saw five rather short looking women with differing hair colours from brown to black but all of them were only clothed in green leaves and vines. 

The tallest one with the blackest hair and with vines running up her legs placed one of her feet on his chest and said, "What are you doing in our sacred forest? You know that no man is allowed in here and that the spring solstice is fast approaching and yet you violate our sanctuary," Helios was speechless he couldn't form any proper words as the voice of the creature was completely enchanting.

One of the other creatures stepped up to him and said to the leader while reaching down to stroke his cheek. "This one is the most handsome and strongest man I've ever had the pleasure of seeing there is no wonder as to why he is named after the Sun god." 

"Alright Helios we are going to show you now why no men who have been caught have ever returned from this place," said the leader. 

And with those words the leader spoke all of the naked ladies grabbed at him and began removing his armor, he began squirming as the forest women kissed and nibbled his ears and neck. They opened the clasps that held his shining golden breastplate to his chest and pulled it off, one of the women tore his shirt down the middle and caressed his strong muscled chest as the other ladies pulled the shirt of his broad shoulders while some of the ladies remained exploring his chest the others went further down and opened the clasps holding his leg plates together, they pulled them off and slid down his pants. 

One of the women pushed her hand into his loincloth and began caressing his hardness while the other began exploring the contours of his muscular legs. Helios began moaning in pleasure when the one with her hand on his erection pulled away his loincloth and began to trail licks and feather light touches up and down his hard shaft. The women on his chest made him writhe in pleasure and one took to tracing his abdominal muscles with her tongue and the other one side of him licking and sucking his nipple. The leader was on his face teasing and nibbling his earlobes and neck. She lifted her mouth and pushed it over his making him moan into her mouth as she thrust her tongue in. The lady on his legs got up and began working on his other nipple that wasn't already taken. His moans turned into cries of pleasure as the one teasing his erection pushed him all the way into her mouth and began to gently stimulate the head of his hardness with her tongue.

With increasing speed the woman whipped her tongue around his erection, the sensation of this on top of everything else the women that were on him were doing to his body pushed him over the edge and he yelled out in pleasure as he came in the woman's mouth. After he had recovered from these sensations the leader got up from kissing him and walked over and settled herself between his leg and played with his flaccid phallus until it was hard again. With a grunt from him she pushed him all the way inside of her and began to ride him hard as possible. The speed of this forest lady and the sensations being piled upon his chest was making him shout in sheer pleasure as the woman began to reach her climax her inner walls began to contract and squeeze him increasing the intense sensations she rode her climax expertly controlling it and coaxed Helios into orgasm as she milked him dry.

As he lay there panting recovering from this wild ride, one of the women who was so eagerly feasting on his chest got up and walked over to him and placed herself between his legs and grabbed his phallus and stimulated him back to full erection. She slowly pushed herself onto him and rode him slowly. Once she came she used her fingers to stimulate him into another orgasm. After this he was gasping for breath. Once he had regained his breath another of the women took her place, this continued until all of them had their turn. After he came against the smallest of the women and the last the leader knelt down and kissed his cheek and said to him "Come back next solstice, you done what no other man has ever done" 

Helios being completely exhausted fell asleep in the leaves and grass of the sacred forest. When he awoke the next day he found that his armor and clothes were missing. When he arrived back at his village naked the whole village stared at him not just because he was naked and covered in dirt and mud but because he had actually come back from the forest. "Helios your back?!" said a surprised Alex. 

"Yeah of course I am, I told you I would be. It was so amazing, those forest nymphs know a lot about pleasure," said Helios as he walked back to his cottage. 

Years past and during each of the spring solstice in these years Helios returned to the forest in nothing but a loincloth to be washed away on a tidal wave of passion and lust. Until war came to them and the rulers of the near by city called all able bodied men to combat.

Chapter 2

"Eidolla, I do worry about Helios he hasn't shown up yet," said Leile.

"I would not worry about him Leile, he's strong he can take care of himself. He has to go out and protect his village from those rampaging barbarians," said Eidolla.

"We all worry about him sister, he will be fine. Artemis has been talking with her brother and he can see him quite clearly. Ares speaks highly of him, it seems that Helios' skill in combat has impressed the mighty war god," said Einla.

Leile smiled and said "Thank you sister, you always know the best thing to say," 

***

Helios had been lost in this vast forest for two days now since been chased here by pursuing enemies. He rested against a thick tree for a moment, his stomach ached with discomfort he'd been without food for almost three days now. His parched throat clenched painfully as he swallowed, he leaned back and closed his eyes and heard what he thought was a torrent of water rushing into a lake or river.

He pushed off from the tree and headed towards the source of the sound, when he got closer he thought he heard what sounded like splashing. He drew his sword, hoping that whatever it was could be eaten. He brushed the tree branches away and revealed the stunning sight of Eidolla the tall radiant leader of the forest nymphs. Her raven coloured hair glimmered wetly in the sunlight streaming onto the crystal blue lake that she bathed in.

Helios stood just behind the trees entranced by the sight before him, Eidolla heard the sound of twigs breaking and turned. She saw the sunlight glittering against Helios' tarnished bronze armor. She called out to him "Helios come into the light where I can see you."

Helios pushed the tree branches back from him and stepped forward, Eidolla studied his sweat, dirt and blood stained face. And his dirty burnished armor that glinted weakly in the sunlight. She approached him and touched his face "Come and rest, you must be weary from all the running you have been doing," said Eidolla.

She pulled at the buckles holding his chest plate together, when they opened she pulled the plates away from his body and slide her hands up his shirt and caressed his muscles brushing the fine hairs on his body. Helios shuddered as she brushed his hardening nipples, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and dragged it up his chest slowly exposing the blood, dirt and sweat caked over his muscular torso.

Several pink gashes shined on his chest showing recent wounds healing into scars, Helios moaned and closed his eyes and Eidolla leaned forward and caressed the pink gashes with her tongue. Her hands drifted down and unclasped the buckles holding his leg plates together. She pulled them away from his legs and set them down with his chest plate. She took the band of his pants and slid them down his muscular legs, exposing the same amount of blood, dirt and sweat caked to his skin and more of the pink gashes. 

She pulled at his loincloth and it fell away from him exposing his long thick phallus to her eyes. "Come with me, bathe and cleanse your wounds in the crystal waters of the lake," said Eidolla holding her hand out to him.

Entranced Helios grasped her hand and she led him into the cool sparking water of the lake, once they reached the middle of the lake Eidolla reached out and kissed him gently on the lips. Her hands danced over his skin brushing the blood, dirt and sweat caked to his skin. Helios closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure as her hands trailed over him.

Eidolla took great care to trace every ridge and bulge of Helios' body carefully avoiding his stiffening phallus. She looked to her handsome god and saw his head leaned back groaning with pleasure. Her hands trailed down his taut chest brushing over recent scaring injuries to his now full phallus. She grasped him and began stroking him tenderly, he gasped as a surge of pleasure rushed through him.

Soon Helios broke out of the trace her beauty had put him in and he leaned forward capturing her mouth in a soft kiss while she stroked him gently. Eidolla gasped suddenly when Helios' rough fingers brushed her thighs, his calloused hands rubbed along her thighs as his rough fingers rubbed the outside of her heating passage.

She moaned and grasped hold of his firm member harder and stroked him more intently, Helios gasped as Eidolla's soft hands caressed him more solidly. He pressed his fingers deep inside her, she gasped in pleasure as his callouses scraped her sensitive walls. Shocks of pleasure spread through her as he rubbed her gently. Eidolla moaned and released his rock hard member, she grasped his waist and pulled him to her.

Helios cried out in pleasure as she grasped him and pushed him deep inside her. Now joined together intimately, the crystal water shimmering around them Eidolla began moving against him. Thrusting against him, Helios grasped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately as she thrust against him. Helios wrapped her legs around hers and began thrusting against her generating more friction. They moaned in their kiss as the pleasure started building, soon the burning ache of desire replaced the feeling of hunger for Helios as he began thrusting more energetically into her.

Eidolla moved her hands and wrapped them around his back as she thrust onto him as he thrust into her. The pink marks on his body began glowing with a golden light, as the pleasure grew so did the light. Soon there was a blinding flare and Helios' body was left unmarked by the harsh battle of war.

They rubbed their bodies together as they thrust into each other heightening the pleasure further, they began breathing heavily against each other thrusting as deep as possible. And as fast as Helios could manage in his weakened state. Soon they were panting heavily against each other groaning with the pleasure. Eidolla tightened her hold on his back and sped her pace, thrusting as fast as she could move. Helios let out a surprised cry of pleasure as he was caught off guard by the sudden increase in speed. 

Soon the pressure of the building pleasure became too intense for either of them to handle. Eidolla screamed out her pleasure clamping over Helios' driving shaft, then he screamed out his pleasure, pouring himself inside of her. After spending sometime in the lake they decided to get out and let the sun dry them on the river bank. "After we dry I'll get you some food and some clean water," said Eidolla. Helios' stomach grumbled at the thought as they swam back to the shore. 

When Helios stood from the lake water streaming off his body an arrow whizzed out from the trees and struck him in the chest he cried out in pain. Eidolla cried out and caught him as he fell against her, "Helios!" 

The dark shapes of three men appeared on the bank of the crystal lake, their menacing faces leered at Eidolla. As they were about to fire another arrow and kill him the other forest nymphs in Eidolla's group jumped from the trees and landed on them. Soon the attackers laid dead on the ground, their necks twisted around.

"What happened Eidolla?" asked Yvette.

"They shot Helios as he was coming out of the water, he's dying," said Eidolla. Helios groaned in pain as the blood leaked from his chest into the clear water.

"There should be enough energy still left in the lake," said Leile.

"I should have thought of that," said Eidolla. Placing her hands on Helios' shoulders she kissed him.

Eidolla pulled Helios limp body through the water back to the center, he groaned again as the arrow still embedded in his chest dug still deeper. "You'll be fine Helios, this ritual will help you and then you can always be with us," said Eidolla.

She began chanting in a foreign tongue, soon the waters of the lake began glowing with a blue radiance. She grasped hold of Helios' waist and pulled him to her, he gasped in pain as the arrow dug into him further. The other nymphs in the group came up to the shore and began chanting in the same tongue making the water glow brighter. 

The glowing water soon began drawing in from the edges as it began receding towards the center of the lake. The light grew more intense as it pulsed around Helios, he gasped as the light began flowing into him. The arrow began sliding out of his chest and soon fell into the water and floated away, his wound sealed itself quickly as more of the bright blue power began flowing into him. 

Finally the bright light compacted itself to around Helios and Eidolla, the volume of their chanting increased as she grasped hold of Helios' chest and held him to her tightly. He cried out as the light poured into him and shone through his eyes and mouth, his body glowed with an angelic radiance as their chanting became more intense. As soon as all the power had flowed into Helios it flared brightly then with a flash it vanished and Helios laid back against Eidolla unconscious.

They laid on him on his back on the bank of the lake allowing the sun to dry his bronzed skin. "He's no longer mortal, how do you think he's going to react?" asked Einla.

"I think he will deal with it quite fine, the report from the satyrs watching the forest boundaries said the village that Helios lived in is a smoking ruin the barbarians have already ransacked the place," said Yvette.

Helios groaned as he woke up, Eidolla said to him "You're a satyr now Helios, you get to remain here with us," 

"What about my family?" asked Helios.

"We don't know Helios, I'm sorry to tell you but your village has been destroyed. But you should know that the satyrs gave a man and a woman they found shelter, we know he's your friend Alex and his wife," said Eidolla.

"That's good to know, so what goes on now?" asked Helios.

"You get to stay here as a protector of this majestic forest, the satyrs keep watch over the sanctuary, we are just the caretakers us nymphs," said Eidolla.

"So what happens with the solstice?" asked Helios.

"It's the time of spring, the time of new life. All our ritual sites here in the forest come alive, and the purity of these sites is damaged by males walking unchallenged through this forest. Women also have a problem with these forests, they become afflicted with the mad burning lust that drives the urges of the nymphs and satyrs of the forest. It generally drives the woman insane, the strong ones however can get out of the forest but usually end up being exiled from their village for trying to sexually attack other women's husbands. When the next solstice comes around you will feel what we feel each year," said Eidolla.

"Sounds wonderful, so I died did I?" asked Helios.

"I think you may have, but you've been reborn into a new life. The power of the solstice can do that, the crystal lake is the most powerful of our ritual sites," said Leile.

"You will get used to this with time, its not often that we welcome a new man or woman into our circle," said Yvette.

"We will take care of you Helios, we care about you," said Eidolla then she kissed him gently.

Over the next many years Helios enjoyed the company of Eidolla and her nymphs and immortality and friendship with the satyrs of the forest as he found his place in his new life.



Spirits of the Sleeper



The sparsely attended college mixer had an underlying formality to it although Pastor Gabe did his best to get the boys and girls to talk to one another. That would be men and women since they were in college. "Sunny", Pastor Gabe pitched his voice to his daughter who was standing around trying to look engaged at the snack and drink table. Obediently, Sunny palmed some chocolate pretzels and sauntered over to her father.

"Sunny," beamed Pastor Gabe, "this is Charles or Charlie, excuse me. He says he is transferring in to university." Charles was bespeckled and of average height and thin. His hair was close cropped brunette and his dress was not as sloppy as most young men his age attending university.

"Hello," Charles offered his hand in greeting, hesitant if it was the right gesture.

Sunny projected and opened her hand. "Pretzel?" she said with slight embarrassment. "My Mom and I made them last night."

"Uh, sure," stammered Charles unsure of the sanitation protocol. He took one of the suspicious looking dark brown contortions into his hand.

"Charles is also a senior, Sunny. He is studying to be a veterinarian," offered Pastor Gabe. "Look, excuse me but I see someone trying to signal me. Will you excuse me?"

"Yes sir," replied Charles. Pastor Gabe departed and Charles continued, "I realize this is an awkward setting for you, isn't it?" He gave her appearance the once over. White sun dress with some abstract pattern of orange, green, brown, and peach over utility, brown flats. Comfortable with a hint of dressiness. The dress was not tight and not loose. Simple hair style and simple face with artfully applied makeup.

"Lordy knows," exclaimed Sunny. "So what brings you here? And in your senior year? It's rare for seniors to transfer." She locked onto his face to gauge his response. 

"Well, I was at a private school but my parents ran out of money, with the economy and all. Besides my grades were kind of a problem." The reaction on her face did not appear sympathetic. He looked away.

"Do you like your veterinary classes?"

"Oh, yes. I love the animals. I have tried to care for the injured ones in my neighborhood. We have two dogs and one cat at home. I like to play with them but I also like to watch native species in their habitat. I like to go birding."

"Birding? What is that?"

"Really, it is like hunting birds but with binoculars and a book. I like to see if I can find new species; new, that is, for me."

"Will you take me birding?"

"You?"

"What's wrong with me?" she asked with faux dejection. "How about tomorrow?"

"Sorry, Sunny. I thought of you as refined and not the kind of girl to stomp in the mud with mosquito spray on you. Sure. I'll take you but I don't know where to go, around here, yet.

"What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"Sorry again. Your dad said that you are studying project management. I didn't think..."

"Charles, you just tell me what you're looking for and I'll tell you where it's at, okay?"

Charlie hesitated as his brain whirled to figure out what she was referring to. "Well, for watching birds, I like a food source or a habitat. Is there a marsh nearby?"

"Just off the interstate is the green roof motel. Behind that is the river but the shore is swampy. We went there with Girl Scouts once."

"I'll meet you there before the sun comes up. That's when we can catch some waking birds."

"Sunny?" boomed her father. "Come here please."

"Okay," replied Sunny demurely but clearly annoyed. "Back to work. See you, Charlie."

6:00 AM NEXT MORNING

I turned round the back of the motel but parked aways away but near some other cars. It was early and the sun had not broken the horizon. I'm tired. I barely slept last night. Honestly, I was afraid that I'd sleep through the alarm and miss him. From my car I removed a portable chair and a lunch box with water bottles and bagels. With the car locked and bug spray in my pocket I trekked into the quiet woods a mile away. "Oh Lordy, is this the man you have for me? Give me a sign." What we do for men!

As I approached the line of saplings, the sound of the river could be heard. I followed a path and noticed an old car stopped on the dirt road. I looked inside and in the backseat I saw a 30-ish woman wearing sweats and a tee shirt. I stared at her, thinking she may be dead, but soon I noticed her chest rise and fall. A cheap pillow comforted her head.

I left the sleeper and continued into the woods. The fork to the left seemed to continue to higher ground. I set my seat a half mile in, and at the edge of the shore, where the earth became soft. I sat and waited and listened. I heard nothing. 

6:30 AM

I cautiously moved through the parking lot looking for Sunny. I did not see her or a car near the edge of the parking lot which abutted the marsh. Perhaps she had slept in, as I almost did, or perhaps she changed her mind. She would be a really kickin' girl to show up. A first, actually. My mind replayed our meeting several times and from several different points of view.

But now the picture in my head, the one that would not leave, was of Sunny standing in a forest with her back to me, naked. She had a shapely and soft rear with a gently, sloping waist and soft shoulders. Her brunette hair hung to mid shoulder and was perfectly layered. Going down, her legs were curvy and model perfect to her feet, which were covered in fall maple leaves.

"Sunny," I called. She turned and exuded a wanting-me smile. Her hair was perfect and her eyes shined above her ruby red lips, which seemed to whisper something like, "I want you." My eyes dropped down to her firm and full breasts. They rose and fell as she gently breathed. The pink-brown nipples just begged for my exploring hands. My eyes dropped, past her firm stomach, to her buzz-cut mound, which seemed to be excreting her fluids. She was thin enough that I could see through her legs and see the labia ridge extend backwards.

My dick struggled to push against my underwear for space. Yah, that scene was going to happen. In my wet dreams. I quickly reached into my pants make an adjustment before getting out of the car. I did not know what Sunny was driving but it was clear she wasn't here. I gathered my knapsack and walked down to a path that cars or trucks took. It was quiet and I was alone. I like it that way.

I continued down the path which gradually snaked into the woods and came across an old 90's Ford. It was ratty but it did not look abandoned. As I walked by, I noticed a woman with her eyes closed lying in the backseat. At first she seemed frozen but I soon noticed her tits rise and fall. She looked like she had been pretty once but was worn. Maybe it was the worn out gray sweatpants and the throw-out quality, stained tee shirt.

Further down the path I took the right fork which had a rich variety of flora. I set up my portable chair and unpacked my binoculars and the Audubon Field Guide to Southeastern Birds, my other bible. I could hear some common warblers and searched the shoreline with my field glasses.

In five minutes, the sun shared its light on the world. I became annoyed by the disturbing, obviously human caused sounds, of rustling leaves and occasional snapping branches as someone walked down the path. Any birds nearby would be either quickly flee or hide. This would be Sunny coming late and chasing all the birds and other wild things away. I quickly scanned the low skies and saw three wood thrushes rapidly depart from nearby.

Putting down the field glasses, I was surprised to recognize the intruder. It was the sleeper, carrying her makeup case and a towel. The woman seemed taller than most and had tangled brown hair. My eyes were immediately drawn to her tight, ratty, stained tee shirt. The distinct pattern of her nipples against the cotton material meant no bra. She applied some toothpaste to a brush, brushed her teeth, and spit out onto a low lying bush, rinsing methodically from a water bottle. To my astonishment, she next slid down her tacky, gray sweatpants and stepped out of them. She wore no panties, either. She turned her butt to me, squatted, and pissed all over the same short bush.

After finishing her business, she stripped off the shirt and revealed to me a perfect nude woman. She had large, if slightly sagging, breasts and an hour glass figure with extra padding for the years. She casually laid her sleeping clothes down and picked up her towel and small basket of plastic tubes. She walked to the shore with only her rubber sandals on. My eyes were forcefully bound to the view of the side to side undulating of her ass cheeks but I gained freedom as she lowered herself into the flowing water, hidden from others by the waterborne brush.

I watched her anew as if birding. She did all the normal things people must do in the morning. I stood up for a better view and watched the sleeper cleaning all of her body. I luxuriated in the private show for me. At length, my thoughts returned to me. My pulse was elevated, my forehead and armpits were sweaty, my penis was fully erect, but that happened often, and I noticed that my mouth was slightly parched. I reached down and cooled my dry mouth with a cool bottle of distilled. I looked toward the water and the sleeper began to return up the path. I noticed that she her legs were not shaved and focused upon her thick dark bush. Step by step her legs brought her up the path. She toweled off as she traveled.

"HI," she said as if blaring into my ears. "Do you like what you see?"

"Oh," I replied. I had neglected to hide. "Sorry, I couldn't help it." I turned my gaze away, completely embarrassed.

"You're not going to call the cops, are you?" she asked. "Look at me." My eyes returned to her face and she had covered her body with the long towel. "I live in my car. I just started work in that motel and I haven't been paid yet."

"Cops? No," I answered completely confused by her question. "Why?"

"No? Good. I've had a bad run of luck. Say, my name is Penny. What is your name?"

"Charlie," was all I could say staring at her face while my mind replayed her nakedness.

No longer defensive, she looked me over with ease as she resumed drying off the rest of her body. My eyes fixated on her shaking breasts. She looked at me seriously and asked, "Charlie, do you think I am pretty?" She laid the large towel upon the ground as if it were a beach towel on some sunny beach.

"Well, yes," I said as if uncontrollably vomiting out the words.

"Of course you do. I think you are a handsome man," she replied. "Charlie, are you a virgin?"

"What?" I stammered.

"Sorry, you don't have to answer," she said as she began to step toward me. "It's really none of my business. But Charlie, do you know what I know?"

"What, Penny?" I replied as she stood before me. She did not immediately answer but put her hands on my chest. I smelled her toothpaste breath.

"I know that you want to have wild animal sex with me. And the reason I know this is because," she paused to grasp my erect penis, "is because Little Charlie told me so. So Charlie, get undressed." Penny returned to the towel and sat down in the middle. "I need a man, Charlie. A strong man. A hard man." With her elbow holding her torso up to look at me, she seemed to delight with watching me hurriedly undress.

At last I was naked. Penny spread her legs wide apart and said, "Okay, superman. Time to rescue Lois Lane. Bring Little Charlie to Mama." I kneeled between her spread legs and steadied my body with one hand. The other hand guided my erect penis along the wet canal of her lips. Electric sensations radiated up, through my stomach, to my brain as the penis made physical contact. I enjoyed the slow ride up and down.

"There," she said. "There," she said again. "Stick it in. I love you darlin' but I have to get to work some time today." I pressed in the penis and it somehow slid in. I slid it in deeper still. It felt so good. I pulled back and it popped out.

"Charlie," Penny said with mild exasperation, "stick it in and leave it in. I'll do the work for you."

With my penis firmly inside of Penny, the pleasure began to radiate throughout my body. "Charlie, my tits. They're both lonely. Kiss my tits, Charlie." I angled my body to apprehend one of her breasts in my mouth. The nipples were soft. I did mock biting, which excited me. My breathing raced my tongue was dry again. The lower bladder, which collected the cum, had filled to the max and I fought to hold it in to keep the pleasure stroking through my body.

Penny stopped dead. I looked at her. "From here on, I'm on top. Get off." I pulled out of her and she rolled to the side. She bade me to lie where she had been. I laid flat on the towel and she looked at me. "You know, Charlie, you're really supposed to kiss a girl before you fuck her. It's okay afterwards, too, but..."

I leaned into her to kiss. She responded with an open mouth kiss and clasped her hands around my head. I was prisoner to her tongue. It felt good and I fondled her breasts with my free hand. My breathing slowed down. Penny stopped and stood up, over my body, with her feet on each side.

She squatted, grabbed my fully erect and slightly relaxed dick in her hands, and guided Little Charlie into her sweet spot. She gently lowered her body onto me and began to pump up and down. I followed as best I could but she gave me limited movement. I felt totally in her and struggled hard to force my penis far up her. The pleasure again swept over me like a summer fever. My breathing increased and my toes curled. My organ felt as if the pressure would burst.

Inexplicably, Penny stopped pounding away at me and, with her arms bent like a chicken, squawked, "Bawk! Bawk! Bawk! Bawk!" She stood up and circled me as if she were a hunting hawk.

She stopped and said in a mean, guttural voice, said, "That's all you get from me, virgin. Now jerk yourself off. You know how to do it well. I know who you are. You're nothing. Go away and don't come back!"

I lay there stunned. Despite my penis covered in Penny's juices and my pre-cum, I became ashamed of myself. I did not want her to see me naked. I immediately stood up, snatched my clothes, retreated further down the path, and got dressed.

Cautiously, I returned down the wooded path to retrieve my camera and stuff and heard the sleeper sobbing. She had her underwear on and was stepping into her maid's uniform when she saw me. "I'm sorry. So sorry, Charlie," she whimpered. "It happens every time. I don't know what comes over me."

"You're mean," I replied. "Sex is supposed to be beautiful."

"I know," she said. "What did I say?"

"You don't know?"

"No," she replied demurely as she finished the last of the buttons. "I never know." She answered with a blank expression.

"Let me see what I can do. If I find help will you at least go with me?"

"Shrinks have only taken my money."

"What do you have to lose?"

"Lose? I'm living in my car, haven't eaten in two days, and I've lost my mind. Lose? Okay, I'll give it a shot. Once."

Something from within ordered me to give her some money. I produced a twenty. She politely refused at first but snatched it and thanked me, offering to repay after she cashed her first check. I walked purposefully up the trail and back to my car in the motel parking lot. I called Pastor Gabe at my first opportunity.

10:00 AM

"It's good to see you again so soon, Charlie," said Pastor Gabe as he welcomed me into his study. The room was a librarian's nightmare, with books, videos, folders scattered all over the room and seemingly jammed into the bookcases instead of purposely loaded. He had a Holy Bible, concordance, and the ubiquitous computer off to one side of his desk for sermon preparation. "How did your birding adventure go with Sunny this morning?"

"I never saw her. I overslept so she must have returned home," I replied. "Sir, I am embarrassed to tell you but I had an experience this morning which I have never heard about before, except in wild tales. I am hoping that you will know what to do. May I tell you this in confidence?"

"Yes, Charlie. In our order we are sworn to secrecy. If you have committed a crime, your secret is safe with me. The law respects our confidence except in cases of pedophilia; we must report that immediately."

"Oh, it's nothing like that," replied and gulped as if preparing to bungee jump down a 150 foot ravine. "On my way birding I met a woman sleeping in her car. I went past and I did not find Sunny so I set up a blind and started observing birds. After the sun came up the sleeper walked down the path not far from me. She brushed her teeth, peed in the bushes, stripped off her clothes and bathed in the river. I watched her, I admit, and I stood to see her in the river." Just reviewing the scene made my penis become hard. "Well, she caught me staring at her. After drying off, she put the towel down on the ground. She laid in the middle of the towel, spread her legs, and told me to take my clothes off. I did."

"That is certainly unusual," answered Pastor Gabe with a combination of amusement and disbelief.

"No, that's not the odd part," I answered. "I laid on top of her and was almost ready when she stopped. She told me to switch positions and got on top." Pastor Gabe squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. "When I got going again, she stopped and began to squawk like a chicken. She walked about as a chicken and then with a low, mean voice she told me things that she could not have known. I left and got dressed. Later I saw her again. She said that men tell her about the chicken dance and the mean voice but she never remembers it. What do you think it is, Pastor Gabe?"

"I have never heard of anything like it. Sounds like she needs psychological help."

"She's tried that. Demons. I thought of the legion of demons in the man in the cemetery. I think she needs an exorcism."

"Demons? That's powerful stuff. We should be careful. Let's pray on it and meet back after lunch, okay Charlie?"

4:30 PM

Pastor Gabe met Charlie and Penelope at the door of the church rectory. Charlie and Penny did not conceal their nervousness as well as Pastor Gabe. Penny, still in her maid's uniform, sat down and crossed her legs. For an instant, Charlie's mind's eye played back the scene in the woods of Penny walking from shore to blanket. Reluctantly, Charlie flushed the thought out of his mind.

Pastor Gabe began, "Charlie has told me about you briefly but I would like to hear it from you."

"The short story is, whenever I have sex, I end up squawking like a bird and ridiculing the man. They tell me man-like voices tell them things that I do not know. It's driving me nuts. No man in his right mind would want me. I'm so frustrated."

"Are you saved?"

"No. I don't know. I went to church as a little girl. I was spiritual in college and I sought all kinds of religions. I even met a man who was a witch."

"Witch or warlock? Eh, it doesn't matter. How about after that?"

"I think we dated for years but I really don't remember."

"I don't know if this is going to work but Charlie and I are going to perform an exorcism. It can't hurt you but may help you. Is that okay with you, Penny?"

"Yes. Sure. I'm so sick of this I'll try anything."

"If I am successful then would you like to replace the demon spirits with the Holy Spirit of God?"

"The Holy Spirit of God? That's kind of radical. I don't think so; God doesn't want me. I'm a mess."

"If we get the demons out, soon they will return unless you've taken steps to keep them out. No problem. We'll talk about it afterwards. Now, just sit back and close your eyes, Penelope. Relax. Lord, we ask for Your special assistance with this matter at this time. In the name of Jesus Christ and all things holy, Charles and I command any demon in Penelope to identify yourself. You are commanded to answer now." There was no sound but Penny's shallow breathing.




Spirits of the Sleeper



"Charlie, please repeat after me. Lord please forgive of all my sins. Lord, please provide me the wisdom and knowledge to remove any unclean spirits from our sister Penelope."

"Please forgive my sins, Lord. I command all unclean spirits to depart, in Jesus' name."

"You. You hypocrites!" screamed Penelope in a raspy, manly, rude voice. Pastor Gabe and Charlie were startled to see her sitting straight up with a belligerent sneer on her face. Her eyes peered like searchlights into their souls. "You call yourself a pastor and a man of God? You are a liar, covetous, and an adulterator. You fucked three of your parishioner's wives. You fraud; some example you are. You don't even know what you are doing or whom you are dealing with." She spit on the floor.

Though ruffled, Pastor Gabe demanded, "What is your name, speaker? How do you come to possess this good woman? Answer me under command of the Lord Jesus!"

"A good woman? You liar. Little boy Charlie? A liar, too. He told this woman he was not a virgin but he was. Then he fucks this woman. Fornicator! He lusts after your daughter and he'll have her, too, because she is a tramp. She's had many lovers and you know I speak the truth. Charlie flunked out of college because he spent his time with pornography and smoking dope. You're a loser, Charlie, and you will always be a loser."

Sternly, Pastor Gabe repeated, "Your name, damned spirit. What is your name and how do you have possession of this woman? Answer me in God's name." Gabe began to sweat profusely. Charlie quietly trembled before this monster. He gripped the chair's arm rests for reassurance.

"I am known as the Mission of Edmund," replied the spirit in Penelope, "and I serve the prince of this world. I was assigned by my prince until the mission ends." Penelope's forehead was awash with perspiration.

"When does the Mission of Edmund end? Answer me, by Jesus' command."

"When she dies. Then I am given a new mission. You should quit this; you two don't know what you're doing."

Charlie asked, "How many spirits are there in Penelope? Answer me, in God's holy name."

"The preacher knows. Legion."

"Charlie," Pastor Gabe insisted, "Let's stay with my line of questioning. Spirit, is there another way the mission can end?"

There was no response from the spirit commandeering Penelope.

"Jesus, please send down a legion of angels to free this woman of these spirits. Compel this demon to answer me. Spirit, what is the mission of Edmund and, other than Penelope dying, how can this mission end?"

"You assholes," replied the spirit with a worried but sneering expression, "the angels have been here since the beginning." The spirit emitted a deep "Ugh," and then continued, "Edmund is a worshipper of the prince of this world. Edmund and the whore had a nasty breakup. Through hypnosis, he erased part of her memory and left instructions to try to seduce any man or woman, and to fuck up any sex she had, and fuck up her life. As the missionary spirit, I'm responsible to see that this order is carried out." The spirit paused and looked at Charlie and Gabe again. "Do you remember when this whore told her story? Didn't you get the idea that you'd like to fuck her, too? That's what I do. That was me."

Without wavering, Pastor Gabe persisted, "Tell me how does this mission end, other than her dying? Angels, make him tell me!"

Without much hesitation, the spirit answered, "When the prince of this world tells me. The mission ends when I permanently depart this soul."

By now the shirts of Charlie and Pastor Gabe were soaking wet with sweat. "Charlie, repeat with me until they are all gone, 'In the name of Jesus, I command all unclean spirits to depart the soul of this dear woman.'" They repeated for four or five minutes. Penelope twisted and turned and blinked her eyes and contorted her face as if delivering a baby through her mouth. Maybe fifty or sixty babies.

"Are there any more unclean spirit inside of our sister Penelope?" asked Pastor Gabe. "In Jesus' holy name, answer me now!"

There was no answer. Penelope seemed to awaken. "What happened?" she asked. "I feel like I was knocked out by a prize fighter."

"We exorcised some unclean spirits," answered Pastor Gabe. "What did you see or experience, Penny?"

"I saw many blobs; they looked like wet yellow towels, but not really. Some were bright yellow, some faded yellow, some red and yellow, and some blue and yellow. They seemed to have names: Lust, Avarice, Marijuana, Meth, Disorder, Hate, Revenge, and other strange names that I don't remember. They all went by so fast."

"Apparently," Charles injected, "you had an old boyfriend named Edmund. Was he a Satanist? Well, anyway, he left a post hypnotic instruction to mess up your sex and mess up your relationships with everyone."

"Well!" she replied.

"You're free now," answered Charles. Pastor Gabe smiled.

6:30 AM NEXT MORNING

The next morning I pulled my car into the rear of the motel parking lot and parked next to Sunny's car at room 1622. Sunny told me that she feared sleeping in again so she took a motel room to assure that I woke her up in time to go birding. Despite being early it was already hot outside. A random thought made me wonder if I would ever take her to a motel like this and take her into my arms. I immediately dismissed such an impure thought and knocked on the door. Sunny answered promptly and was already dressed for birding.

"Come in," she said with a smile. If anything, the budget, family motel room was pleasantly cool. She looked very sexy in her tight khaki tee and khaki cargo shorts, tall socks, and hiking boots. She topped it off with a green, Army surplus boonie hat. "I get free breakfast with this room so after we're done, we can clean up and have breakfast here, okay? Are you hungry now?" she asked with an expression that she rather eat right now.

"Yes, so let's make this a short excursion and we'll come back," I replied.

"Well, okay. Dad told us last night about the exorcism you two performed yesterday. He refused to talk about it in detail. What was that like?" she asked expectantly.

"Scary. Very scary," I replied. "I don't want to talk about it either, except to say that your dad was a real hero. He faced down a demon. I've never seen such courage before. I would have fled. I hope to grow up like him."

"He is confident, if nothing else. He said that you were iron strong," she paused as if to make a decision and then smiled coyly. "Will you excuse me? I have to go to the bathroom." Sunny disappeared into the john. Strangely, I noticed that the bed was made. She must be a neat-freak. Soon, I heard the toilet flush and the water run, so I picked up my gear to depart.

Sunny walked out of the bathroom, naked, wearing only her socks, trying to conceal a wicked grin. Her milky white skin startled me as well as her lack of pubic hair. The folds of skin in her crotch set my mind into a frenzie. I suddenly felt dry in the mouth and automatically, my penis began to fill. Sunny did not look directly at me but acted as if she were drying herself off from a shower. Her rich breasts giggled as she walked towards me.

Standing before me she tossed the towel away and said, "Hi. Do you like what you see?"

"Ah huh," was all that I could manage as a response.

"I'll take that as a 'Yes'. Are you going to call the cops?" she asked with her eyes locked to mine. My name is Penny. What is your name?"

"Charlie," I replied. I was shocked that she knew this conversation but I played along. "How do you know...?"

"You're so handsome, Charlie," she said spinning around to give me a look at her magnificent body. "Charlie, do you think I am pretty?"

"You certainly are. You're very sexy, too."

"Charlie, you make me so hot," she replied. "Charlie, are you a virgin?"

"No," I responded quietly.

"Do you know what I know? I know that you want to have wild animal sex with me," and Sunny grasped my rising penis with one hand. She reached up to cup my face with the other hand and kissed me with an open mouth kiss. Instantly, she backed off and said, "I need a man, Charlie. A strong man." She smiled wickedly and continued, "A hard man. Get undressed Charlie." Sunny turned and bent down to pull the covers down the bed. I stopped to admire her nicely round and shapely ass. She got into the bed and laid in the middle. When we made eye contact she spread her legs apart to show it all.

"How did you know? Where were you?" I asked as I sat to remove the last of my shoes and socks.

"I never said I wasn't there. I got there before you."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"When I saw her nude and then you began to take off your clothes, I was really pissed. But then, you looked so handsome," she replied. "I began to imagine that I was where she was. I made the best of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, well, I got wet. You looked so delicious naked. I started to work things out, you know?"

"No."

"Then, when she started running around like a chicken, I laughed my ass off. Oh? Sorry." She chuckled to herself and said, "But then, you would have laughed at me, too. One hand deep in my shorts and the other trying to cover my mouth so you wouldn't hear me. That must have been some picture." She shifted her weight on the bed. "I must admit you looked so disappointed, as if someone took your blankie, baby. You were so funny. Such a good scene that I didn't want to spoil it. You are such a dork."

Sliding off the remaining underwear, I responded, "I'll show you dork." She laughed. She had propped herself up with her elbows behind her back. I got between her legs, as I had done with Penny, and moved my penis along the wet cavity. "You are all wet."

"Should be. I've been wet all morning, you dork," she said. "I planned this"

I found the deep cavity and pushed it in. I pushed it in deeper. "I guess I am a dork." I pulled back and shoved it deep again. She lowered her head to the pillow and grabbed my hair and gently pulled my head to hers. We kissed with our tongues exploring each other's mouth. She seemed to slightly weep. I disengaged my mouth and began to kiss her sweet breasts.

The sensations moved like lightning through my body. My breathing quickened and my toes curled. It felt as if my penis had enlarged to fit perfectly in her. I slowed the humping to make it last. Without reservation or thinking about what it meant, I said, "This is all I ever want. To stay inside you. You feel like home. This where I belong, I think." As I continued pumping away, the pressure continued to build to a dangerous level.

She smiled pure joy. "Stop. Get off of me. It's time to change positions." Reluctantly, I backed out and rolled off of her. She heaved a sigh of relief.

"Here," said handing me a pillow. "Put this under your butt." She sat next to me and kissed me. I fondled her magnificent breasts like silly putty. She seemed to be waiting for something. I played along. "You know, Charlie, that I have the room until noon, don't you?"

"Yes, why"?

"And they serve a buffet with the room. It's free."

"Yes?"

"Well, Charlie," she said as she rose to stand over me without breaking eye contact. "We can screw and eat and screw and eat and screw and eat all day." Then she lowered her body and, after grasping my penis, guided it into her, and sat her weight on me. I shoved up to reach as deep as possible. "Would you like that, Charlie?" She raised her body up as high as she dared to keep contact internally with Little Charlie.

"I certainly would, Sunny," I responded mimicking her dreamy voice. I put my hands on her hips to pull her down on top of my pelvis.

Sunny leaned forward and began to move her hips up and down rapidly. "Can I ask you a question, Charlie?" she teased. My penis was electrified and the pleasure streaks shot through my body.

"What is it?"

"Did you cum inside of the sleeper?"

"Ah, what?" I stopped, quite taken back.

"Keep working it, Charlie. Did you or didn't you?"

"No I didn't." My leg muscles felt tired. "Why do you ask?"

"Then you're still technically a virgin, aren't you, Charlie?" She involuntarily rolled her eyes and occasionally jerked forward as the spasms apprehended her body, too. A dreamy look overtook her face as the love pleasures commanded her body.

"I guess so, Sunny. Why do you ask?"

"Charlie, do you want me to get up and flap my wings like a chicken?"

"You better not."

"Or what," she teased.

"Or I'll spank you," I replied. The pressure had built to a degree that I could not hold any further. I thrust into her rapidly. I pulled her over me so that her breasts bobbed against my chest rapidly. "Owww. Ohhhh. Ahhhh," I cried in sweet joy of relief. I tried to continue to thrust into her but the pleasure was too much to bear. My warm load shot deep into her. I continued to move it until I collapsed in sweet exhaustion.

Sunny stopped. She kissed me passionately and hugged me. After about a minute I was able to move again and I responded kissing her. Suddenly she withdrew and stood up on the floor. She tucked her hands under her arms and flapped like wings. "Bawk. Bawk."

I grinned. "You are so cruel."

She stood and looked at me as if she kept the biggest secret, "Do you know what, Charlie? I've go it. I've got a secret."

"What secret?"

"I got..." she began to prance around the room to taunt me. "I got your cherry! I got your cherry!"

"What?"

She stopped moving long enough to explain. "You didn't cum in her so it doesn't count. I got your cherry!" Then she bent over as if in a football huddle. Her legs were apart and her breasts hung like ripe mangoes awaiting loving picking. With both index fingers on her thighs, she pointed to her bare, dripping outer labia. "I got your cherry, Charlie," she said, "and it's right in here."

"What have you done to me?" I asked. "I'll get you for this." I rose and she turned to run around to the other side of the bed, which ended with the night stand and wall. I followed in a mock run. I put my hands around her to half tickle and half tackle her. As I pulled her to me, she squealed in delight like a schoolgirl. "I got you now, Sunny."

We fell on the bed. She turned her head and we kissed passionately. We interlaced our arms and legs as one. I dripped all over her thigh but she didn't care.

"Did you mean what you said about it feeling like home?"

"I sure did," I answered.

"That's so sweet. Do you want to finish me off?"

"Okay. Show me how. I'm exhausted but you, you're a sexual dynamo. You have too much energy, right now."

Sunny untangled from me and sat her butt on an unused pillow. I immediately starred at her cleanly shaven pussy presented before me, I said, "I'm the big bad wolf and I love to eat pussy." I bit down gently on the outer labia and wagged it from side to side as if I was a bad dog. She giggled. The smell of our love juices was still strong and pungent.

When I sat up, she reached down and took my finger and maneuvered it to her clitoris. Without saying a word I slapped that little thing back and forth as if I were working to open a safe. She laid still at first but when I began to poke a finger from my free hand into her vagina river cave, she let go a deep sigh.

It didn't long and her breathing increased as if running a race. Sunny arched her back and soon contracted her stomach. She grasped my scalp as if to stuff it up her. Her head soon flailed back and forth as pleasure shot through her body like lightning on a hot summer day. "Oh God! Oh God!" she repeated as the orgasm took over her body and worked its magic electrifying all her senses. A quarter of a cup of her clear honey spurted all over my hand. Then she stopped and relaxed. She grabbed me to cuddle close. We entwined again as if sharing our body heat during a blizzard.

EPILOGUE

Pastor Gabe taught me two important lessons. First, that Christians are not perfect but are forgiven. Second, that we experience bad times so that we can appreciate the good times. He and I became best friends. My wife is also my best friend.

I never repeated anything the spirit said about him. He never repeated anything the spirit said about me and he never complained that I knocked up his daughter. He taught me to pastor a church and I took over his church after he died, eleven years later due to a car crash. That was the worst day of my life.

Sunny and I married and are blessed with two girls and one boy. We have experienced many miracles and this story was just tells of my first.



Spiritual Awakening



I had a long day at work and just wanted to get home to relax. Got home and poured me a glass of wine and ran me a bubble bath. I lit some candles and put on some relaxing music. As I took off my clothes I examined myself in the mirror, (not the most beautiful girl in the world), but I looked okay with my 34 B breast and ample behind. 

My grandmother always told me beauty comes from within.

I stepped into the tub and let the bubbles swallow me while I eased into my own little paradise. (Where I had a lover and a life). I dreamed all the things I wanted him to do to me. Dreaming we were kissing which seemed so real. Dreaming that he was massaging my breast while he took one nipple in his mouth, this felt so real. Dreaming he was licking and caressing my womanhood and oooooh this was too real. It felt so good that I felt myself getting ready to climax.

He started fingering me and sucking my clit and that sent me over the edge. Oh how I loved being in this little world of mine. He spoke softly my turn. As I took him in my mouth, I actually felt something in my mouth, and I awoke. Nobody around but that was just too real. I finished washing myself and slid on my robe to find it unusually hot in this house. That dang unit was always messing up. I called the landlord to have somebody come and fix it, which I knew it would be tomorrow since it's kinda late. 

Oh well, I will just open a window tonight. As I lay tossing and turning in my sleep the heat was impossible. A breeze came from somewhere but it felt great against my sweaty skin. Therefore, I thought about my own paradise cause I knew that would relax me enough to go back to sleep. As I drifted off to paradise, there he was waiting to start where we left off. As I started to go down on him how magnificent, his member looked; not to long and not to short but just right for me. It was like he was actually in my mouth (why do these dreams feel so real?) 

I let him cum in my mouth as I happily swallowed. He parted my legs and slowly penetrated. That feels sooooo good. That feels too good almost too real and I awoke to cum running down my jaw and the feel of something going in and out of me but no one is there and that is scaring me. This feels so good though its like I cant help myself and they are going faster and faster and harder and harder. I started grinding meeting each thrust until I felt myself climaxing. I was abruptly flipped onto my stomach, entered from behind, and pounded like there was no tomorrow. Oh god this feels good. ooooooooh yeeeeees yes yes yes yes I'm cumming oooooooooh ooooooh yeeeeees as I climaxed I felt something shooting inside of me. Somebody was kissing my body allover. I still didn't see anyone but I didn't care because I felt so good. I thanked them for the lovely night.

I awoke to someone knocking on the door that morning I realized it must have been the unit man. I yelled down be there in the minute. He replied, take your time I will be around the back. I jumped in the shower, threw on a sundress, and brushed my hair. I was going down to flirt with the old man as usual, when I got down there boy was I in for a surprise. It wasn't the same old man it was the guy from my dreams. He looked up at me and said Hi gorgeous did you miss me? 

In total shock, I found myself smiling in disbelief. He smiled back and leaned in to kiss me, I stumbled, as I could no longer feel my legs. He grabbed me held me tight and said, Hi I'm Fred. Still standing in my doorway I wanted him to take me immediately. It was as if he was in my head and happy to oblige. He lifted my dress over my head and started sucking my left breast. The sensation was so overwhelming I pulled his head tighter to my bosom. He started on my right breast I thought I was going to faint from the lust. Kissing his way down my stomach and lifting my leg so he could get better access to throbbing pussy. He flicked his tongue over my clit and started tongue fucking my pussy was too much for me. It was the most intense orgasm that I had ever had. Still licking my juices he looked up at me and said, My Turn. Lets just say I didn't think I could get any hotter. 



Spiritual Discovery



Terrie was anxious to get on the road to pick up her online friend, Mark from the Houston airport. She had been waiting for months to meet up with him and head to their Ghost Hunting rendezvous in Austin. She and Mark were amateur paranormal investigators. This was their hobby and their passion. Both were married and this was strictly to be an opportunity to do some serious investigating with someone else who shared their passion. 

Mark's plane landed early and he was waiting for her outside of the baggage claim area at Terminal C. His bald head seemed to sparkle in the early morning light. Terrie pulled up to the curb and hit the button to open the trunk and got out of the car. Mark said, "Hey, I was beginning to worry."

Terrie said, "Damn fog was thick this morning. I had to go slow, "as she closed the trunk where Mark had just deposited his luggage for the weekend.

They both returned to the front seats of the car and Terrie was happy. She was always happy when she was ghost hunting or just chatting about ghost hunting with Mark online. 

Terrie lived in a small town outside of Houston and Mark lived in Oregon. This was the 2nd time they had met for their investigations into the paranormal. The first time, a year prior, Terrie had traveled to Oregon and they had investigated a restaurant near Mark's home. That had gone well and both were happy they finally had met each other in person. 

The trip to Austin took about 3 hours and the time was passed with two friends catching up in person. They both chatted almost every night online about ghost hunting and online gaming, but actual interaction with her best friend made Terrie feel very happy. Mark understood and appreciated her interests much more than her husband of 18 years, Jerry. She loved her husband very much, but Mark really understood her passions.

When they finally found their hotel in Austin, they checked in and headed to their respective rooms. They were to meet later to scope out Austin as neither had ever been there previously. Terrie didn't want to be late for their appointments with the "Sketti Wharehouse" to do their investigation, but she wanted to take a shower and a quick nap so she would be fresh for the investigation that night.

She started her bath and stripped her clothes. She was exhausted from a marathon sex session with her husband the night before and then getting up early to get Mark from the airport. She ran the bath as hot as it would go and finally settled into the tub hoping it would relieve some of the aches and pains she developed the night before when her husband twisted her into unnatural positions the night before. She smiled as she closed her eyes remembering how kinky Jerry had been. He normally was a lick and bang type of guy, but last night, he was especially aroused and paid special attention to all of her needs.

Thinking about the night before, she felt her clit tingling. Terrie put one finger on her button and electricity shot up her body. She slowly began rubbing herself and placed one finger in her cunt. The hot water and the memories from the previous night eased her tension and she began to masturbate with more intensity. Right before she was about to come, a knock came on the hotel door.

Startled, she pulled her finger out of her pussy and let out a little yelp. "Hello, can I help you," she said to the closed door.

"Terrie?" It was Mark.

"Hold on, I'll be right there," she quickly dried off and wrapped a towel around her nude body before answering the door.

Mark stood at the door and stared at Terrie's voluptuous body. The towel left very little for the imagination. Terrie clasped it in the front, causing her 38 D breasts to push out the top like they were two plump cantaloupes about to burst. He quickly gained his composure and said he would come back later.

"Nonsense, " she said. I was just taking a bath. I'll get some clothes. Come on in."

Mark blushed and then obliged. He walked in and sat in the chair beside the bed. Terrie couldn't help noticing that he had a raging hard on. Terrie had never thought of Mark in a sexual way, but he had just interrupted herself gratification session and he did have one heck of a bulge in his pants. She needed gratification and she needed it now. 

Terrie's husband had many times suggested and even begged her to have sex with other men. This was some strange fetish he had for years, but she had never acted on it. She had never had the desire to fuck someone else prior to this moment. 

Terrie decided this would be it. She was horny. Mark was hard. Jerry wanted it to happen. What other sign did she need?

She quickly realized that Mark may not want to cheat on his wife. She decided to step back and slow down a bit. If he made the first move, she'd willingly participate. Terrie decided a little teasing would be a good test.

She asked him if he wanted something to drink and he said that he was thirsty. Terrie slowly walked to the mini bar, opened it, and took out a small bottle of water. She opened it and offered it to him. In the process, she let the bottom of the towel come open slightly. Enough that she knew if he was looking, he'd get a glimpse of her freshly shaven pussy. 

He was looking and did get a good glimpse. Terrie stared intently at him as she gave him the water to see if she could get a reaction. Mark's bulge in his pants twitched and a bead of sweat appeared on his brow.

This was a promising sign and the thought of another man, not her husband, staring at her cunt, caused Terrie to instantly want him inside her. She still didn't' want to make the "first" move. She then turned as to go to the bathroom and let the towel fall completely off of her damp, nude, body. "Oops, I lost my towel," she said as she stooped to pick it up.

Mark leaned down and grabbed the towel before she could. He wadded it up and threw it across the room. "You won't be needing that," he said as he grabbed her, leaned her back, and quickly placed his mouth over hers. He deeply kissed her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and quickly found her clit with his right hand. Terrie gasped and immediately grinded her pussy down on his probing hand.

"Fuck me", she said when he pulled away from her.

"Not before I taste that bald pussy of yours," Mark moaned as he threw her back on the bed. 

He quickly removed his clothes and knelt on the floor between her legs. He had been waiting for a long time to smell and taste the sweet Terrie. This was going to be a dream come true. With his left hand, he found the outer folds of her vagina and spread them wide. He quickly thrust his tongue in her hole and tasted the sweet juices that had been building since she started fantasizing in the tub. With wild abandon, he had licked and drank every bit of love juice she had built up. 

Terrie was in ecstasy. She had been secretly fantasizing about this moment for years. Not necessarily with Mark, but with any man since her husband had put the idea in her head. Neither had been bold enough to go to a swinger's club to make it happen, but both wanted it intensely. She couldn't wait to tell Jerry.

She had been almost to orgasm when Mark arrived. Now, she was bucking wildly, thrusting her hips in the air and grinding her cunt into his face. Quickly, she was having her first orgasm of the evening. 

Immediately afterwards, she grabbed his throbbing cock and realized it was soaking wet with pre-cum. She quickly repositioned herself and began licking every drop off of his hard dick. She deep throated as much of the 8 + inches that she could and placed her hands around the rest. Sucking cock was a specialty of hers. Her husband once had said that he could get rich on her blow jobs alone.

Soon, Mark was thrusting his hips towards her face wildly. She knew he was about to come and prepared herself. He must of felt her tensing up and started to pull his cock out of her mouth. She wasn't having any of that. She grabbed him by the hips and thrust his dick deep into her mouth just as he was climaxing. Terrie felt gobs of sperm shooting into her mouth and sliding down her throat. She normally didn't swallow, but she was so horny and wanted to make him feel good. Soon, he was spent and she felt his dick softening. She finished cleaning him up with her mouth and went to the bathroom to clean up.

After Mark had left the room, Terrie was overcome with guilt. She knew her husband wanted her to do this, but she had not discussed this with him prior to this trip. They hadn't discussed the possibility of her fucking another man for months. Terrie was certain that she shouldn't mention it to him in order to keep the peace.

Mark was to meet Terrie in the lobby of the hotel at 9:00pm sharp. This would give them time to eat dinner before meeting the manager of the restaurant at 11:00pm. She met him right on schedule and they headed to the car without speaking to each other. Terrie felt embarrassed about her earlier indiscretion and didn't feel comfortable speaking to him right now. He sensed the uneasiness and didn't push it.

At dinner, there was only small talk about the evening's ghost hunting exercise. Nothing was said about the earlier encounter. 

After dinner, the two met the manager of the establishment and then proceeded to go through their methodical paranormal investigation techniques. These were mostly learned from the SciFi show "Ghost Hunters". Infrared cameras, EMF detectors, motion detectors, Geiger counters, etc. The sum of which could possibly prove the presence of the afterlife. They spent a total of 7 hours investigating and finally made it back to their respective hotel rooms at 8:00 am. They would get 4 hours sleep and meet up in Terrie's room to go over the evidence at 12:00pm.

Terrie couldn't sleep though. She hadn't stopped thinking about Mark's cock at all that evening. All through the night, her pussy oozed with anticipation and remembrance of his huge dick in her mouth and his tongue on her pussy.

After an hour of staring at the ceiling and thinking of Mark's cock, Terrie couldn't stand it. She quietly made it down the hall to his room and knocked on his door. He quickly answered, she knew he wasn't sleeping either. 

"What's wrong," he said"

"Nothing, I can't sleep," Terrie answered.

He motioned her in and she obliged. She was wearing a robe provided by the hotel and had nothing on underneath. She came prepared and hoped he would still be interested.

"I want you to fuck me," she said as she brushed past him.

Mark didn't need any further invitation. He quickly removed her robe and pulled his pants down. His cock was already hard. Terrie bent over and put his dick into her mouth. After several passes down the length to get it wet, she was ready to feel him inside her. 

"How do you want it,, he said.

Terrie crawled onto his bed and left her ass in the air. "Fuck me from behind."

Mark didn't need a second invitation. He quickly moved behind her and placed the head of his dick on the entrance to her hole. She immediately thrust backwards causing his cock to be buried deep into her wet, waiting pussy. They both gasped simultaneously with ecstasy. 

"Fuck me now," she moaned as she widened her knees causing her pussy to open even further.

He obliged, slowly at first, then quickening his pace. He thrust deep into her and she enveloped his cock like it was always meant to be there. They fucked intensely for 5 minutes. She orgasmed several times during the process and was about to come a 4th time when he finally tensed up and let his orgasm go with a hard thrust and a splash of sperm on her uterus. She slowly relaxed and went to a prone position with him laying on top of her and his cock still spasming inside her well fucked cunt.

Terrie was in heaven and she couldn't wait to tell all of the dirty details to her husband when she got home. 



Spiritual Sex



My girlfriend Jen has been trying to get me to go to a spiritual group encounter. I had been putting her off because it just didn't interest me.

"Larry says we both would enjoy it."

Larry is some guy that Jen works with. He has been working on my girlfriend to attend one of these meetings. I guess Jen finally got to me. I was thinking she might break up with me if we didn't attend one of these encounters. One Saturday evening we got in the car and drove out to this desolate location. It was way out in the boondocks and we actually drove by the road into the place.

I turned the car around and we drove down this long driveway. At the end of it was this large barn-like structure. When we got out of the car Larry came out of the building and greeted us. He gave Jen and big hug and he shook my hand.

"I am so glad you made it, you are going to enjoy this," he said.

We walked inside and Larry took us into a small room. He poured us two drinks and then he gave us both robes to put on.

"Drink up and then change into these," he told us.

Frankly I didn't want to wear a white robe, but I did it to make Jen happy. We both drank down a goblet full of I don't know what. I do know it was making my head swim although I couldn't taste any alcohol. We waited a few minutes and then Larry led us out into the main room. In the middle was this large altar. Two sets of steps led to the top. On top of the altar were these large mats.

As I looked around there were people lined up around the altar. Jen and I were certainly the youngest of the bunch. Mostly everyone here was no younger than forty. Most looked to be in their fifties and sixties. I could tell that Jen was getting into the whole thing. She actually seemed giddy. Maybe it was from that drink. Jen was on the petite side with long blonde hair to her shoulders. I saw more than one guy giving her the eye.

Larry then introduced us both and then he walked over and took Jen by the hand. They walked up one set of steps and Larry told Jen to shed her robe. I damn near ran up the those steps and stopped things right then. I knew if I did that Jen would never forgive me so I bit my tongue and held my place. Jen pulled her robe up over her head. Her tits looked magnificent, her nipples were erect.

I saw more than one guy with his mouth open. Larry then had Jen lie down on those mats. He called out a name and this heavy set man began to walk up the steps. When he got to the top of the altar he pulled his robe off. He was naked and he was showing a big beer gut. He also had this enormous cock dangling down. He must have been close to ten inches in length and it was thick as well.

My mind mustn't have been working too quickly. I was totally caught up in what was happening. So was everyone else. I looked across the room and saw this dark haired woman spying me. She looked to be in her forties and was very attractive. The best looking woman there after my Jen. This heavy man got down on his knees and spread Jen's legs apart. I could hardly believe my eyes right then. He got into position and he took hold of his cock.

I and all the others watched as he rubbed that fat mushroom all over Jen's pussy. You could plainly see that my girlfriend was getting into it. She pulled her legs back and the heavy man fitted his cock into place. He began to push into Jen's tiny pussy. Jen let out this blood curdling cry. I almost started to move when I felt Larry's hand on my shoulder.

"Don't do it Tom," he urged me to go back.

I didn't run up the steps. Ultimately Jen would have been pissed at me. I wondered if she even knew what was happening right then. This heavy man with the huge cock took hold of Jen's ankles and brought her legs up. He was pumping his rod into my girlfriend. Jen looked like she was totally out of it. Somehow he managed to push all ten inches into Jen. His cock was completely buried in my girlfriend's small pussy. 

The onlookers were getting into it as well. Some were clapping, some were chanting. I looked over to the dark haired woman. She wasn't watching the festivities, she had her eyes on me. I thought she had even used her tongue to lick her lips. My mind was so wasted I lost track of how long this went on. The man fucking Jen finally let out a cry like some wild bull. His body stiffened and he began to cum. 

You could almost see his stiff member growing and contracting. He was sending his hot cream deep into Jen's belly. My girlfriend was totally into it. Her face had this look of ecstasy on it. She was squeezing that fat prick of every drop his sticky milk. The fat man finally fell onto Jen and they held each other for some times. Jen's lover pulled out and stood up. Everyone but me cheered. He stood with his half erect prick in sight. All their love juices were dripping onto the floor.

He exited and some women came up on the altar and assisted Jen away. Larry didn't waste a second. He took my by the arm and had me walk up those steps. 

"Take your robe off, Tom."

It must have been that drink that Larry gave me. I pulled the white robe off and stood there naked. Everyone was now looking at my nude body. Larry walked down the steps and he went over to the dark haired woman. He walked her up the steps. He didn't have to say a thing to her. She pulled her robe off and threw it to one side. She was shapely, that was for sure. She had big breasts capped with large nipples. Her black bush was shaved down. Larry walked down the steps. The next thing I know this woman is on her knees in front of me.

She took my dick in her hand and brought my cock to her mouth. I just sort of lost it and I put my hand on the back of her head. I really didn't have to urge this woman. She took all my cock down her throat. It was like she had done this many times in the past. She had me deep throated. I can tell you it didn't take much to get hard. She was bobbing up and down and loving every minute of it it seemed.

After a few minutes she pulled away and got onto her back. I just stood there until she motioned for me to come over. Was it the drink? I went over and knelt between her legs. I took my cock and I pushed in the whole way. The crowd that was there went into a frenzy. I was fucking her like some crazy man. My dark haired lover was besides herself. 

"Fuck me deep!" She kept crying out to me.

I thought I was inside the whole way. Sex had never been like this with my girlfriend, that much I knew. This was something more primal, more deep. I took this woman and made her mine. I knew no one else was going to have her, only me. I just fed her my cock until I felt my balls pinch. I tried to hold back, but it was no use. I blew one hot load after another into my lover. She used her muscles to take all my love seed from me. I realized this had been the most intense lovemaking I had ever experienced. 

After we finished she pulled me down on top of her and we held each other. I soon got soft and I pulled out and stood up. Larry led me away and as I walked back to the room we first entered I looked back to see my dark haired lover. She was up and being attended to. I could see her calling to me.

"Meet outside afterwards."

When I entered the room there sat Jen. She looked like she was in a daze. She had gotten back into her street clothes. I tried to talk to her, but she held her hand up to me.

"Not now," she said.

I would have to wait until we got back to the car. Larry entered and told us both us how great is was that we were part of the group now. I wasn't part of any group, but I held my tongue. I got into my clothes and Jen and I stepped into the night. The sky was now pitch black and the stars were out. My head was still spinning. Just outside stood the dark haired woman. She walked over and placed something in my hand then walked away.

It was a long ride back to our apartment. I told Jen I didn't want to attend anymore.

"Well I don't feel the same as you," she said.

I wanted to scream at her that she was under Larry's spell. It seemed that we were falling apart right then and there. There was tension between us the next few days. Larry had told Jen about the next meeting at the barn. I didn't want to go I told her. 

"I am going again," she said to me.

There it was. Either I went along with this business or we were finished. I went back to the bedroom. I got out the scrap of paper given to me by the dark haired woman I fucked.

"I want to see you again, alone."

It was signed "Ellen" and her phone number followed.

This was it, the moment of truth. Should I see Ellen and give up on Jen? It looked like my path was set and there wasn't a thing I could do to change it. I will report back when I have made my decision.