Satan's Bride by Amanda Pierce (Satan, Demons, Angels, Rape, Exhibitionism, Seduction, Torture, Sexual slavery, Hetero sex, Lesbian sex, Bestiality, Incest, Pregnancy)


INTRODUCTION

The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you
sexually for temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is
also fantasy, illusions created in the mind for our own private
amusement. The world of fantasy and the real world are, and should be,
two separate worlds altogether. In fantasy, we can create people,
places and events which simply do not belong to, and are not
appropriate for, the real world. In the real world, we should all
strive for the basic human values which reality dictates: love, truth,
dignity, responsibility, compassion, fairness and respect. These are
the qualities by which we should strive to live. Enjoy fantasy by all
means, but never confuse it with reality.


CHAPTER ONE

The flames from the burning torches along the walls flickered across
the writhing woman's naked body. She lay across an altar, spread
eagled, her wrists and ankles securely held by straps. The demons, an
incubus and succubus snickered playfully as they observed her terror.
They had raped her continually for the past several hours, the incubus
using his engorged phallus and the succubus a variety of dildos, each
larger than the last, in preparing the auburn haired beauty for her
fate.

Having entered her darkened bedroom earlier, each had whispered erotic
enticements into her ear as she slept. At first resistant to the voices
in her dreams, which had quickly taken on sensual overtones, the young
woman was soon perspiring, her body seeking the pleasures which the
voices promised if only she would say the word which would allow those
dreams to become reality, the word the demons repeated again and again
in her ear; the word without which the demons could not physically
touch her, but which once uttered, could never be retracted; the word
which would provide the invitation to ravish her; the word which would
seal her fate. She moaned and whined in her sleep as her body
restlessly sought relief as the seduction continued.

Laura Travers had been easy prey. Divorced at twenty-eight, the woman's
beautifully sculpted body and face had made her an unwitting target of
the demons as they sought to provide their master with what he desired.
Laura had had three relationships since her divorce, all of which had
turned out badly. She had attempted to lose herself in her small
business and had been celibate for the last year and a half. Her
repressed sexual desires resulted in masturbation which only left her
unfulfilled and with further feelings of inadequacy. Yet, as she strove
to bury her sensual nature, she was unconsciously attempting to bottle
up a volcano which, while it may lay dormant for some time, was bound
to erupt in self-destruction. The demons, when given their master's
task of finding a suitable mortal for his purposes, sensed her
restlessness and repressed eroticism almost immediately, recognizing
how easy it would be to seduce her.

Their erotic whispers soon had the sleeping woman moaning for
fulfillment. With each suggestion Laura's body burned hotter, with each
description of sexual pleasure which lay in store, her dreams became
more erotic and her needs consumed her with a fire storm of sensual
arousal.

"Say it, Laura! All you need do is say the word and all your dreams
will come true!"

Her body squirmed beneath the sheets, her thighs rubbing to create the
stimulation she unconsciously sought, her hips thrusting to meet the
dream organ which the voices assured would fulfill her in every way.

"Say it, Laura," entreated the incubus

Her moans were more audible now, her resistance crumbling. Her head
turned rapidly back and forth and sweat rolled form her forehead.

"Say it, Laura!" repeated the succubus.

"We can bring you so much pleasure, Laura and Darius awaits to fill
your body as it's never been filled before!"

"Ohhhhh please yes," she urgently whispered to the voices,
"Pleeeease..."

"Then say it Laura. Say it!"

The two demons looked at each other and smiled. They had won, the woman
was theirs.

"Ra-to-shav-ik," she whispered.

"Again, Laura. Say it again!"

"Ra-to-shav-ik," she repeated, this time aloud even though still
asleep.

"And a final time, Laura. You must say it a third time or your body
will never receive Darius's gift!"

"Ra-to-shav-ik," she uttered in the old language, a phrase of surrender
which translated as "I am yours'.

While the succubus bid her to remain asleep the male demon jumped onto
the bed and stood astride the young woman.

"Pull back the covers, Laura," he commanded.

Still near sexual hysteria, she complied quickly. The demon's eyes were
afire and his grin hideous as he gazed at her body, the short teddy she
wore covering little.

"Take it off!" he hissed. "Take it off and I'll fuck you!"

Her eyes still closed, she was quickly out of the negligee.

"Now spread your legs, Laura!" he ordered as his organ reached full
erection, twice the size of any man's.

No sooner had her legs begun to spread than he was on and into her. She
would have screamed with the pain, her vagina stretched to unbelievable
dimensions by the monstrous rod as it violated her as no mortal's
could, but her first utterance was a moan of orgasm as the first
contact with her clitoris sent her into a paroxysm of release.

"More, Laura?" he asked with a sneer.

"Yes! Yes! YES!" she cried as her hips thrust upward to take his rod
even deeper. Her orgasms were in multiples as her vagina was forced
wider with each penetration. The unconscious woman was writhing in both
pain and ecstasy while the demon widened and deepened her nest.

After her eighth orgasm, the helpless woman fell back onto the bed
utterly exhausted. Little did she know they would be the last orgasms
she would ever experience.

"More, Laura?" he asked again.

"...Can't..." was her exhausted reply.

"Oh you not only can, you WILL!" sneered the succubus in her ear while
slipping a dildo even larger than the phallus of the incubus into the
woman's nest. "Now wake and do as you're told!"

Laura Travers' eyes opened but she saw only the darkened apartment. The
voices, however, were strong, compelling. They had her throw on a coat
and walk first to the elevator. At one o'clock in the morning she met
no one. She quickly walked to the subway entrance and into the deserted
line where a crevice in the wall led her to a long downward series of
stairs until she entered a deep underground cavern. It was here she was
directed to the altar and strapped down by the two invisible demons.

When they materialized before her, her scream of horror was stifled by
the incubus who quickly leaped across her chest and filled her mouth
with his phallus while the succubus withdrew the dildo and inserted an
even larger one stretching her vagina and uterus to an obscene
diameter. Tears of pain cascaded down her cheeks as her lower body felt
as if it would burst.

"Have to do better than that if you expect to satisfy Darius," giggled
the succubus, exchanging the dildo for an even larger one on which she
had to use great force in order to insert it into the tortured woman.

Laura Travers' torment was to continue for another four hours as dildo
after dildo, each larger than the last continued to widen her nest to
almost inhuman proportions. Several times the incus added his massive
rod to that of the dildo, both stretching her long after she had
fainted from the pain. But each time her relief would be short lived as
the demons would slap her back to tortured consciousness only to commit
a more outrageous violation with yet a larger and longer rod than the
last.

"Almost there Sweety," giggled the succubus as she withdrew the latest
abomination and inspected her work. The poor young woman was now
stretched to the degree that a softball could have been inserted into
her without even touching her vaginal lips.

"Who... who are you? Why are you doing this to me?" she managed to
wince before her mouth was again filled.

"Why we're your worst nightmare, little Laura dear and we're here to
prepare you for Darius."

Who's Darius?"

"Oh you'll be finding that out soon enough!"

The shocked and petrified woman looked down to see the succubus holding
an antique apothecary bottle. The dark brown glass jar was nearly six
inches in diameter and fourteen inches long.

"God, No! Please, NO! Don't do thi..."

Again her plea was cut short as her mouth was filled with demon cock.

"Come now little Laura, just take this and I'll be done with you!"
laughed the succubus as she inserted the narrow end of the bottle and
began to push.

The bottle was only half way in when the woman again fainted and had to
be revived so she could experience not only the exquisite physical pain
but also the mental anguish of knowing her body was being hideously and
permanently deformed. She would never ever again be able to have sex
with a man. Her body writhed in agony as inch by inch the bottle became
a part of her. The pain was overwhelming and twice more she fainted
only to be revived. Laura felt as if her insides would burst as with a
final slight push, the bottle was enwombed within her.

"There now Dearie, aren't you a sight! Perhaps even Darius won't rip
you too badly."

The incubus whispered in her ear, "Thought mine was big? Little Laura,
you'd better brace yourself because you've never had anything like
Darius... and I guarantee you never will again!"

The succubus began slowly withdrawing the bottle. Laura felt as if her
insides were being withdrawn as well. As she fought back the tears and
the bottle finally, mercifully, lay on the floor, the succubus laughed.

"In a few moments you'll wish you had that bottle back inside of you!"

The three were frozen into immobility and silence by the guttural, yet
omnipotent voice that came to them from the shadows.

"Is she ready?"

"Yes Darius, any more and we'll probably kill her. She's already a
couple of inches larger in diameter than the last one."

"...Who... who are you?" she stuttered.

"I, my dear...?"

"Laura. Her name's Laura," piped up the succubus.

"Ah yes...  Laura," continued the voice from the shadows. "I, my dear
Laura, am Darius. I have gone by many names over the eons, Azazel,
Belial, Beelzebub, Diablo, Eblis, Mephistopheles, Lucifer... shall I go
on?"

"You're?... you're?..." she stammered.

"Yes, my little one. I am the Devil, Satan if you prefer, although I
rather fancy my current appellation. Darius sounds so masculine, so
mysterious, so powerful. Don't you think?"

"What do you want? she gasped as the shock of this nightmare become
reality struck home.

"I thought that was rather obvious," said the voice.
The woman's eyes widened in horrified amazement as the figure stepped
from the shadows into the torchlight.

"I am going to fuck you! As a matter of fact, I am going to fuck you to
death!"

She screamed as in one moment, his statement and the sight of his
demonic figure brought home to the helpless woman what her fate was to
be.

At the foot of the altar, standing almost eight feet tall, Darius
grinned to see her hysteria. He stood upon cloven hooves which along
with the muscular calves supported his otherwise human torso, the
exceptions being the overly long fingers which ended in nails of more
than three inches and the face and head, the teeth, rows of daggers and
the horns budding from the high forehead. His entire body was a deep
red, but it was what lay between his legs that captured and held the
woman in horrified fascination. What protruded could not have been
called a penis by any human standards, for it was closer to the girth
of a weight lifters forearm and the length of a baseball bat. Even
though only semi-erect at the moment, it was beyond anything the
helpless woman could ever have fantasized in her most perverted
nightmare.

"You see my dear Laura, you have been chosen to provide me with a
little temporal entertainment. Your cunt is no match for my cock but it
is always interesting to see how long a woman can last. My friends here
have had the task of preparing you and even though they have enlarged
you much further than those I have taken in the past, my cock will ripe
you asunder!"

Her shrill screams resounded off the rock walls as the master demon
grinned down at her and drew closer.

"Nice tits my little cunt," he growled as his fingers and nails ran
across her breasts and nipples.

The woman was near mindless with fear. Her screams had turned to wails
as tears of terror flooded her cheeks and dropped onto the altar below.

"Pleeeease!" she pleaded as his fingers ran sensuously up and down her
naked body.

"Yes, beg Laura! Beg for mercy. Beg for me to spare your being torn
apart by THIS!"

The erection was approaching full and stood out obscenely from him,
literally longer than her arm.

"No, no, please NO!" she shrieked, her eyes glued to the sexual weapon
about to invade her.

"Give me your soul Laura and I will be mercifully quick!"

"God, help me!" she implored as Darius took the rod in his hand and
guided it ever closer to her sexual treasure.

"A little late for that now, my sweet little hunk of meat," said the
now aroused master of the underworld.

Placing the head of the monstrous rod against her vaginal lips, he
smiled again as her eyes widened in the realization that despite being
stretched to paranormal size, her opening was still far too small for
the phallic instrument of torture she was about to receive.

"One woman lasted almost two minutes, Laura. Think you can live that
long?"

The young woman was mindless with hysterical fear. Her head shook from
side to side and she continued to struggle uselessly.

With unworldly strength he began forcing the demonic penis into her.
Her horribly deformed vaginal lips parted even further and as another
electrifying scream filled the cavern the head of the ungodly tool
entered her body.

As the pain reached absolutely unbearable proportions the small demons
were at her ear.

"He's ripping you open, Laura. You're bleeding already. How much more
can you take?" they snickered.

One slight thrust by Darius and her cervix was being crushed by the
mass and weight of his weapon

"Tell him you'll go with him. Give him your soul, Laura. Tell him
you'll be his bride."

"Nooooooo!" she managed to utter from the vocal chords now raw from
screaming.

Another thrust and her cervix was shattered, the enraged snake finding
new areas to ravage. Bones cracked, organs ruptured.

The woman began convulsing but the invasion ceased for a moment.

"I'm only a little over a foot and a half into you Laura," he said, his
voice suddenly grave. There is so much more pain to come unless you
agree to my request. Just give me your soul, one quick thrust and it's
all over."

For one final moment her eyes and mind cleared enough to utter,
"Never."

Darius was furious.

"All right then cunt, see how THIS feels!"

With a powerful thrust the massive lance broke through the intestines
and stomach and found its way into her esophagus. A final quick push
and the monstrous head was visible in her throat. With demonic
satisfaction Darius began thrusting from stomach to throat as the dying
woman convulsed mindlessly.

"Ah yes, my auburn haired fuck doll, you are proving quite
satisfactory," he growled as his body shuddered and thick ejaculate
poured from her mouth and nose. Quickly bleeding out, Laura Travers
actually died of asphyxiation as her windpipe was clogged by the
massive amounts of sperm from the demon's orgasm. Her body shook a
final time and lay still. Darius withdrew his still quivering lance.

"These female mortals don't last long, but this one was quite
satisfying," he said to the small demons who nodded in agreement.

The voice, soft and sad came from out of the darkness.

"She belongs with us now."

The master demon didn't even turn around. He was not surprised. He had
heard that voice many times before.

"Ah, yes, Christopher, my winged friend. Come to claim what's left?"

"What's left Darius is her soul and that you shall never have," said
the angel stepping into the light and looking to the woman's body which
was beginning to glow faintly.

"The good little girl's reward," Darius sneered.

"She wasn't perfect, as you well know, Darius. None of them are. But
she had a good heart. She wanted to make her life count. She loved. She
did not deliberately do evil to others."

"So you step in with her lollipop and a pat on the head."

"No, there are many you have corrupted and many many more who have
become corrupt all by themselves. Those are yours by default. But those
who have, overall, lived worthwhile lives are always given the
choice... and they always choose us, Darius. Observe now."

The faint glow around Laura's body grew stronger and materialized into
a shining essence of the young woman, restored to her former beauty, a
soft smile on her lovely face.

"She can freely choose, Darius. She is free to become your bride and
rule beside you in your world for eternity, or at least until you
become tired of her, or she can choose to enter our world where she
will help to give others in this mortal world the opportunity to make
positive choices and changes in their lives."

The essence of the young woman floated to the angel and stood ready.
Christopher extended his hand to hers and they began drifting upward.

"I could have had her. If I had really wanted I could have turned her,"
growled Darius.

"Perhaps, but in the end you will always lose, Darius." The words
floated down to Lucifer and his demons.

A wicked smile crossed his face and Darius turned, looking upward.

"Want to bet?" he challenged the rising angel who with his companion
was now an indistinct point of light quickly rising out of sight.

"I shall return soon," drifted down the words as the points of light
merged and faded.

Darius smiled as a plan began to take shape.

He turned to find the angel standing near him.

"A quick trip," he growled.

"Laura is with those who will love her and give her an eternal sense of
purpose."

"Forget that cunt. I have something else in mind."

"And that would be?"

"I am tired of your smug sense of superiority. You think you will
always win in the end. I propose a wager. If I win, I get one soul from
your place. If you win, you get one from mine."

"You know Darius, that I could never agree to put a heavenly soul in
jeopardy."

"Even if that soul was your own?"

"You want to wager for my soul?" asked the incredulous angel.

"If you're really so holier than thou, then you should be willing to
put your eternal soul on the line for the opportunity to rescue some
"poor tortured soul" from my place."

Christopher's smile was sad.

"With you knowing all along that even if I win, that condemned soul
cannot be taken directly into heaven but, at best, reincarnated as a
mortal, simply given a second chance for a worthwhile life."

"Hey, I didn't make that rule, He did. But that's my offer. Take it or
leave it."

"You know I can't refuse the opportunity to give any soul a chance at
redemption."

"Then it's a bet?" smiled the master demon.

"Just a moment, Darius. I am well aware of your propensity toward
trickery and deceit. First a few ground rules for this wager."

"OK, OK," growled the demon, "I agree to use a completely mortal form
when I am with her. No supernatural spells and no force. Shall we say
she will have to willingly commit five acts of debauchery.

"Is that all?" asked the angel.

"There is one more thing. I intend to impregnate her. I want a child, a
demon child."

"So you get a queen and demon child at which time you have won the bet
and then can claim me."

"Sounds reasonable to me," grinned Darius.

"But if you fail..."

"I won't, but if I am unsuccessful you may choose any soul you wish
from my domain for a chance at redemption... Well, do we have a deal?"

"Yes, Darius, I agree to your terms. There remains only the matter of
choosing the mortal. I assume you already have someone picked out,
someone who you would have attempted to corrupt even if we had not made
this wager?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I think you will agree she is neither saint
nor slut, but rather an ordinary mortal. Good looking to be sure, I
don't screw ugly ones."

"Her name?" asked the angel.

"Mioki Tanaka," replied Darius.

"Um, a young woman of Japanese decent, fourth generation, residing at
4771 Talmuth Avenue, Eastland Arms, Apartment 7, San Francisco,
California," stated Christopher, instantly possessing all knowledge of
the young woman being discussed even though he had never heard her name
until that instant.

"Yes, but fully westernized including a Christian Protestant
upbringing."

"But, why her, Darius?"

"Oh she's young, beautiful and naive. Her religion, as you well know,
poses no obstacle to me. Half the dwellers of my domain were self
professed followers of one religion or another. I've even got a few
ministers and priests in my place. However, she professes Christianity
and I always enjoy their downfall the most. Plus, she's a virgin and I
absolutely relish the idea of turning her into a first class slut. "

"Her parents have raised her with a strong set of values," observed
Christopher.

"Which is why she will pose a challenge to me and why she should be
acceptable to you."

"It is never acceptable to see you attempt to corrupt a mortal, but it
is the nature of this world that it is an arena of competition between
out domains. You will attempt to possess her even if I declare the
wager off, so I am forced to accept. Yes, she is acceptable, but any
trickery and the wager is off."

"No supernatural powers will be used upon her. She will not be coerced
in any way. I will come to her in mortal form. It will be as a mortal
that I attract her, seduce her, impregnate her and turn her to a life
of depravity."

"Then we shall see who triumphs, Darius," said the angel as his image
faded to a single point of light and winked out.

A sardonic smile spread across the face of Satan.

"Come here my lovelies," he commanded of his demons, "we have plans to
make."


CHAPTER TWO

"...Yes Mom... yes Mom, of course I will. I love you too. Give Dad my
love. Yes, Mom, I will let you know just as soon as I hear anything.
Love you, Bye."

Mioki Tanaka smiled gently as she replaced the receiver in its cradle.
Her Mother was, of course, concerned that Mioki had yet to find a
regular job. Since moving to San Francisco she had worked as a waitress
and part time secretary to support herself while in art school, but
even with the financial help from her parents, expenses were going to
be tight and so she had been seeking a job which would give her a
greater number of hours to help meet those expenses. So far her job
hunting had proven fruitless. She could stay on at the restaurant in
the meanwhile but she simply needed a job with better pay.

The young woman was tired after an evening shift at the restaurant and
she had class first thing in the morning, so she started drawing her
bath and disrobed. The twenty-one year old was indeed a singularly
beautiful woman. Her body was small at barely five feet, but
curvaceous, her breasts small, a common feature of woman of Asian
decent, but high and firm. Her shapely hips and legs were accentuated
by her trim ankles and small feet. Her long flowing black hair was a
compliment to the high cheekbones and sparkling, brown, almond shaped
eyes. Her face was radiant with all the classic features which gave her
the physical appearance of a true Asian beauty.

Mioki was, however, American through and through. Born and raised on a
farm in the Western U.S., her upbringing could not have been more stars
and stripes and apple pie, her parents only real concession to their
Asian heritage being to keep traditional Japanese names for their
children. Her great grandparents had been interned at the beginning of
World War II. Relocation camp life was not easy, but after the war,
they simply stayed, bought some land with their meager savings and
settled. Instead of bitterness, her great grandparents focused on
opportunity, continued to acquire land as their resources allowed and
wound up with a profitable, if modest cattle business (Her grandfather
used to kid her that they were the only Japanese cowboys in existence).
The ranch had been passed down to each succeeding generation. Her
younger brother now helped their parents work the ranch, which he stood
to eventually inherit.

Her high school career had been marked by happiness, cheerleading and
being named class Valedictorian. She had attended junior college where
a required class in fine arts had kindled her interest in painting.
After finishing with a 3.85 grade point average she had informed her
parents of her interest in becoming an artist. They were, of course,
disappointed that she would be leaving, but supported her in pursuing
her dream and so she had moved to San Francisco enrolling in the art
institute and taking the modest apartment near the campus.

Mioki was almost totally inexperienced with sex. A virgin, she had
dated a few times in high school, but her strict upbringing combined
with her own focus on academic accomplishments had resulted in
friendships but little more. Twice she had engaged in some mild petting
but the sensuality which she innocently aroused in the boys who dated
her had not yet awakened in the young girl. This continued through
college. Curiosity and the encouragement of some girl friends had led
to her trying masturbation, but while the immediate sensation was
pleasant, she had failed to orgasm and so she had put her physical
needs aside and focused on her passion to paint.

As she eased into the warm, soothing water, her eyes closed and she
soon was nearly asleep, her mind deliciously fogged by the comfort of
the water and her own fatigue.

It was in such a state that she first heard the voices, words
indistinct but painting mental images which played out in her mind.

The incubus and succubus were again at work. Invisible, their
whisperings, just below the level of consciousness, were nevertheless 
capable of inducing powerful images in the mind of the young, unaware
woman.

Mioki found herself walking down a crowded city street. As she walked
she noticed that everyone, both men and women, was suddenly attracted
to her as she walked by. In embarrassment she looked down to see if she
were improperly dressed, yet despite the fact that the outfit she wore
was strange to her, it was only slightly less modest than what she
normally wore. But as she continued, people were now stopping to look
as she passed by. Her momentary discomfort was quickly replaced,
however, as she began to study their expressions and found only
pleasure, admiration and acceptance on their faces. She realized it was
her physical appearance they found so appealing and as her initial
discomfort quickly faded, she began to actually enjoy the attention.
Suddenly she found herself in high heels which made her hips swing
sensuously as she walked and she felt their admiring glances even after
she had passed by. She looked down to see her dress had somehow
shortened. Mioki had never worn dresses above the knee yet her hemline
was now half way up her thigh. Yet the looks were now, if anything,
more adoring, more accepting than before. She felt the bodice tighten
and conform to her hips and breasts. The top of the dress which had
been at her neck was now creeping downward as her nipples were now
beginning to show clearly through the skin tight material. yet while
she knew she should feel embarrassment, she strangely felt none. These
complete strangers were obviously enjoying her physical beauty and
while realizing that her outfit was now far from modest, Mioki was
enjoying the "ohs" and "ahs" as she passed. As she walked, she found
herself reveling in the attention she was receiving and also discovered
that the shorter and more revealing her garment became, the more rapt
the attention she received. As she wished her skirt was just a bit
shorter to reveal more of her legs to her admirers, the hem did indeed
recede another two inches. She then focused her attention on her
neckline which reshaped itself to reveal almost half of her breasts.
She bit her lip momentarily as she wondered whether these admirers
would accept as beautiful, such modest sized breasts, yet the crowd now
parted and lined both sides of the sidewalk to allow her to pass so
they might cast their eyes on the amorous beauty which paraded before
them. It was then that Mioki realized that it was she who controlled
the transformation of her clothes. It was she who was choosing to alter
her clothing so she could be admired even more. As she continued, she
willed her bra away and instantly her breasts were free and bouncing
sensuously as she walked, barely covered by the even lower dipping
neckline. She smiled as they now applauded, appreciative of her
display. A single thought and her hem was now at her nest, her black
panties showing slightly as she walked. The thought ran through her
mind how naughty she was being, yet they all seemed so pleased, even
enthralled to see her reveal her body that she could not deny them. The
crowds were now filling both sides of the sidewalk fighting for a
chance to see her. Their cheers and applause resounded in her ears
along with the admiration of the men and envy of the women. They are so
appreciative, she thought, and my body is obviously so pleasing to
them, perhaps I should just show them everyth..."

The phone jarred her back to consciousness, the voices and images
quickly fading to nothingness. As she climbed from the tub and wrapped
the towel around her, she was puzzled by the dream, especially its
sensuous nature, for her dreams were normally rather mundane, those of
having her paintings displayed and admired. Why the sudden focus on her
body?

She thought little more of it however as she answered the phone. It was
Denny, a student she had met at school, asking if she would like to go
out. He seemed nice and was reasonably good looking, but Mioki simply
had no interest other than being friends, so while she did not wish to
hurt his feelings, she gave a very indefinite commitment for sometime
in the future.

As she prepared for bed, Mioki was again puzzled by the dream. Always
the epitome of modesty, she giggled at herself for such audacity, even
if it was only in a dream. Yet as she prepared for bed, she paused in
front of the full length mirror on her closet door. The innocent young
girl actually looked around, as if to assure herself that no one else
could possibly see her even in the privacy of her own bedroom, and
slowly she lifted the nightshirt to reveal her nest and breasts. She
was momentarily mesmerized by the sight of her body becoming, for the
first time, an object of desire. She studied her breasts, focusing on
their firm and rounded beauty and how her nipples, which had suddenly
stiffened, stood out from her aureoles, so inviting, so in need of
being caressed. Her free hand pinched the nipple, sending shivers
throughout her body. Her gaze next found her hips and her fingers
followed the curves and cleavage as she turned to fully appreciate the
lines and texture which were as perfect as any women could want.
Finally, she faced the mirror again and spread her legs slightly to
stare at the raven black hair between her curvaceous legs. There was a
slight gasp as her fingers fondled the pouting vaginal lips. Her eyes
closed and Mioki's finger found her Clitoris. She began stimulating
herself, driven by the dream and her awakening sexuality. Her
temperature rose as her legs spread farther. She was beginning to
breathe heavily now as her finger penetrated a short distance into her
aching nest. She fell onto the bed allowing her legs to spread
completely as she drove her finger again and again over her most
precious bud of sensuality. She was gasping for air now as her hips
thrust upward to combine with the tremors of her fingers to find the
mysterious pleasure she had heard so much about, yet never experienced.
She cried out softly as her body worked itself to a fever pitch.
Suddenly, she felt it beginning to build, that indefinable wave
starting so far down and rising to an all consuming crescendo. Yet as
she felt it building, it was as if unheard voices were telling her to
save it, to share the precious moment with someone... with HIM. She was
torn, wanting the release which she could now bring on so easily and
yet, the voices were overpowering, so she felt her hand, as if it were
no longer her own, withdraw, the crescendo slipping away and lost to
her.

As she pulled the covers around her and turned off the light, Mioki
wondered if the voices had been her conscience, shaming her for
indulging in such hedonism. Her Christian upbringing had taught her
that masturbation was evil and so, she closed her eyes, determined to
put such thoughts out of her mind.

But as she drifted into sleep, she found herself again walking down
that same city street, filled with the same adoring throngs. And this
time she gave them everything they wanted to see.


CHAPTER THREE

"Hi, I'm Cathy Winslow. You placed the ad about wanting a roommate?"

"Yes, yes please come in," replied Mioki opening the door for the
attractive blonde.

"I hope you haven't gotten someone already."

"No, as a matter of fact there have been three others who have called,
but you're the first to actually come by."

They sat in the small living area and chatted. Each had a good feeling
about the other from the beginning, but it was the blonde who seemed
smitten with the dark haired beauty. Mioki brewed some tea while they
continued to get to know each other. Cathy, nineteen, was from Oregon.
She had moved to San Francisco a year ago and taken her own apartment,
but her job at the pet store simply didn't pay enough, so she began
looking for a roommate to share expenses, the same as Mioki. Since
Mioki's apartment was actually closer to her work, she decided to move
rather than trying to keep her old apartment. Although not possessed of
the classic beauty of Mioki, Cathy was nonetheless an attractive young
woman. Her facial features were soft and pleasant if not striking, but
her figure was slim and curvaceous. Her blue eyes sparkled as she
talked and her smile and occasional laugh were easy and natural.

"I guess the only thing I am concerned about," said Mioki, "is that I
am in school and need study time and rest. Of course, if you have a
special date coming over I can always study somewhere on campus, but I
am not into big parties and..."

"Oh, you needn't worry about that," assured Cathy, "I am not into
partying myself. I don't even have a boyfriend at the moment. Really, I
am pretty much the quiet, stay at home type. "

"A girl as pretty as you with no boyfriend?" Mioki smiled.

"Oh I used to have a boyfriend but he turned out to be a big
disappointment. When I found out one night what he really wanted, that
was the end of our relationship. I know we haven't known each other for
very long, but you see, I haven't slept with a guy yet."

The blonde smiled, "I guess I'm a bit old fashioned."

"Not at all," replied Mioki, "As a matter of fact I haven't been with a
man either."

"Then we can be frustrated together," grinned Cathy, "that is if..."

"Cathy, I'd love to have you for a roommate. When can you move in?"


CHAPTER FOUR

Mioki hurried to class. She smiled to think that not only would a great
deal of financial burden be taken from her now that Cathy was moving
in, but the young blonde seemed not only the kind of girl who would
make a good roommate, but a close friend as well. They had hit it off
so well and had so much in common. So, with that problem taken care of, 
she walked into class and quietly took her seat noting that Dr.
Jenkins, her instructor was nowhere to be seen, but rather, a stranger
now stood before the class.

"My name is Darius," he began, "Professor Jenkins was taken ill rather
suddenly and now it seems will be on sick leave indefinitely."

Mioki's eyes were drawn to those of the new teacher. His eyes were
mysterious and almost glowed with an intensity she found compelling.

"Let's forget titles here, my name is Darius. I will be your instructor
for the remainder of the semester."

She found his deep resonant voice powerful while his swarthy complexion
and Van Dyke beard gave him a ruggedly handsome appearance. His body
was obviously lean and muscular under the casual clothes he wore.

Their eyes met for but a moment. Her mouth dropped open and she
actually gasped slightly as he seemed to look far beyond her eyes. His
gaze, in that moment, probed her soul and she felt a chill run down her
back. He was frightening, but undeniably irresistible.

"Now," he said, glancing away and releasing her from his compelling
scrutiny, "the class is figure drawing. I understand professor Jenkins
had indicated you would be doing some nudes."

"Yes," piped up a student sitting close to Mioki, "he said we would do
some nudes toward the end of the semester."

The new instructor smiled.

"Why wait?" If you want to draw the human body, you should SEE the
human body. Art is life and life, art. You must live what you paint.
Artists are not observers, they must participate in life, live it to
the fullest. Only then can they bring true life to the canvas!"

Mioki was spellbound. This man's voice was so powerful, his eyes so
compelling, his thoughts those of someone who had experienced life to
the fullest, his soul so full of passion.

How little did she know.

"So, tomorrow we begin. I will arrange for a model and you will begin
to explore the wonder and beauty of the human body. Dismissed!"

Since the class had ended early, Mioki sat on a bench in the commons
and began nibbling on a package of cheese and crackers while waiting
for her next class.

"Not the most nutritious of meals," came the voice she had already
begun to find so potent, so magnetic.

She looked up to find him standing over her, smiling.

"No, I guess not," she smiled back, "but even though I just got a
roommate to share expenses, I still have to watch my pennies."

"Are you looking for part time work?" he asked.

"Well, not exactly. I have a part time job at a restaurant, but it
doesn't pay very well."

"Perhaps I could arrange something," he offered.

"Oh I wouldn't want to impose..."

"It would be my pleasure to help you, Mioki."

"How did you know..."

"I make it my business to know the students I am about to teach. You
are Mioki Tanaka, a very gifted and promising, if somewhat
inexperienced, painter. I have already examined the paintings you
submitted for admission to school. I am impressed with your use of
texture and form although I find the subjects of your works to be
rather mundane."

She stared up at him in awe and amazement.

"You are also a remarkably beautiful young woman."

Mioki blushed as if still in high school.

"Mioki, I am a painter myself. I work at home and I am in need of a
model."

"You... you want me...?"

"What I pay will not make you rich, but I assure you, I will compensate
you better than a restaurant. Shall we say fifty dollars an hour?"

"I..." she stammered, "...I don't know, I've never modeled before."

"I will teach you. I will also be able to get you other modeling jobs
as well, if you wish."

She wanted so very badly to say yes, yet one question remained.

"What... what kind of..."

"You will pose in any state of dress or undress YOU choose. Your face
and body are both quite alluring but I will ask you to do nothing with
which you are uncomfortable."

Her emotions were screaming at her to accept the offer of this handsome
and sexually attractive man. Yet there was something... something which
also said go slowly, you know nothing about him.

"Could I... think it over?" she asked tentatively.

"Of course," he answered, "but I will need an answer tomorrow. I am
anxious to begin some new works. If you decide not to accept my offer,
I shall have to make arrangements for another model, and finding one as
lovely as you will not be easy."

She blushed again.

"Thank you. I'll definitely let you know tomorrow..."

"Darius, please call me Darius."

"Yes, I'll let you know tomorrow, Darius."

She liked the name. It was so masculine, yet a bit unusual, almost
mysterious, so much like the man himself.

"Until tomorrow then," he said, his eyes catching hers momentarily and
then he turned and was gone.

Mioki watched, spellbound, as he walked away. Long after he had
disappeared from view, she kept looking, her heart fluttering, willing
him to reappear. Her other classes that day were a blur as Mioki could
think of little else than the man who had so suddenly brought mystery
and passion into her life.

Mioki could not wait to tell Cathy, who had spent the day moving in,
about her new instructor and his offer to pose for him. Cathy too was
fascinated by the offer, but a bit more wary. Their discussion lasted
until the late hours until, finally, Cathy made a suggestion which they
both found agreeable.

The next morning found Mioki waiting, well before class time, for her
instructor.

"Darius, may I have a word with you?" she asked as he approached.

"Of course, Mioki. Have you decided whether to accept my offer?"

"Well, sort of. I told you I have a roommate and she's not sure whether
I should go to your home alone and..."

"And she wishes to chaperone?"

"Why... yes," stammered the young woman, now feeling rather foolish. "I
hope you don't mind. It's just that..."

"Not at all. Avery sensible suggestion. Your friend is welcome."

"Thank you. Then I accept. When do we start?"

"We can begin immediately. Are you and your friend available this
evening?"

"Why, yes. Tonight is my night off from the restaurant and Cathy said
she was just going to finish unpacking."

"Excellent, shall we say eight o'clock?" he intoned handing her a card
with his address.

"Yes, eight o'clock it is," she smiled, her heart pounding.


CHAPTER FIVE

"Come in," smiled Darius extending his hand to the young blonde as the
two women entered the old Victorian mansion. "You must be Cathy."

His touch was electrifying and Mioki almost giggled to see her friend's
reaction. Cathy was as instantly infatuated with the painter as Mioki
had been during her first encounter with Darius.

They sat in a drawing room where he offered them wine. They talked
cordially for a few minutes, both women hanging on his every word as he
described his life as a painter.

"...and as I said in class, Mioki, you must LIVE what you paint. The
artist must FEEL, have a true PASSION for life, else the image on the
canvas is a lie."

Mioki felt her heart in her throat. Never had anyone aroused such
feelings in her. She felt as if she were awakening from a stupor to, at
last, understand life and the hunger for that life the artist must
experience. She also realized that her awakening passions were not just
for life itself, but also for the man who stirred those feelings within
her.

"Shall we adjourn to the studio?" he asked.

They followed upstairs to a modest sized room where an easel stood
facing a stool and sofa.

"Tonight I simply wish to do some sketching. Mioki would you sit on the
stool please."

She sat rather self consciously while Cathy sat on the sofa off to one
side. Mioki was amazed at the speed with which he worked. His hands
seemed to fly across the sketch pad. In a matter of moments he had her
turn slightly and again the charcoal seemed to have a life of its own.
After several more sketches were complete, he moved the sofa into
position and asked Mioki to recline. She was a bit hesitant but with
Cathy's urging, she lay facing him with her head propped on her arm.
Not wanting to soil the sofa, she slipped out of her shoes.

"Lovely," he commented, "you have a natural talent for modeling."

Mioki blushed and Cathy giggled to see her new friend's embarrassment.
But Mioki was slowly beginning to relax and coming to realize she
enjoyed being the center of this handsome man's attention. She tried
new poses and once when her skirt rose exposing her thigh, she
pretended not to notice and wondered if he really thought her
beautiful. The pages were turning now every few seconds. Mioki's
amazement grew by the moment. How could he possibly be completing even
rough sketches so quickly? At last he closed the pad and smiled.

"Enough for the first time. Would you like to see?"

"Yes very much," answered Mioki and Cathy also came forward to view his
work. Mioki's breath shortened as she gazed at the amazing likenesses
before her. Indeed there was a minimum of strokes, but somehow, he had
captured her essence as even a photograph could not.

When Cathy remarked about how breathtakingly real the images seemed to
be, Darius replied, "They are Mioki, for I sketch and paint who and
what you are, not just what you look like."

"They're wonderful," she breathed.

"Take one, as a gift," he offered.

"Oh, I couldn't..."

"I insist. And while we're at it..." He pulled the last page from the
pad. It, like the others, was a wonderful rendering of an attractive
young woman, but the face this time was Cathy's.

Cathy squealed as he handed her the sketch.

"Just to reassure you both I am a legitimate artist. Cathy, you are
welcome to return whenever you like, but I think you can see Mioki is
safe with me. His eyes melted any resistance there might have been in
the blonde's mind.

"Yes, I... I can see that," she responded.

"Here is your fee," he said handing Mioki an envelope. 'May I expect
you tomorrow evening?"

"Yes, Yes of course," Mioki managed to say, unaware that the admiration
she held for this man was quickly turning to adoration, but unaware
also of the power, mortal though it was, that Darius was beginning to
exert upon her.


CHAPTER SIX

Mioki could think of nothing else the next day except the man who had
become the focal point of her world. When Cathy had suggested that she
again accompany Mioki to the painter's home, Mioki had dismissed the
idea. She had assured the disappointed Blonde that she felt at ease and
no longer needed a companion for safety. Perhaps closer to the truth
was the fact that Mioki now wanted to be alone with the handsome artist
who she still found a bit frightening, but also so experienced and
worldly. His talent, she thought, was matched only by his sexual
magnetism. She might be playing with fire, but it was a chance she was
not only willing to take, but which she relished. She wanted, no
craved, to be near him, to hear his voice, to have him ignite the
passions in her which she was now convinced she needed to experience if
she were to become a true artist. So when a young woman walked into
their art class that day and, at Darius's request, disrobed, Mioki felt
none of the initial discomfort which the other students experienced.
She accepted the woman's nudity and began to draw, not for herself, but
for the man whose approval now seemed all important to her. Perhaps her
only reaction was a touch of envy at the attention the woman received -
- her dreams had continued and the images of her own nudity and the
attention it won her with the throngs played in the back of her
conscious mind. At the moment, however, there was only one man whose
attention she desired.

***************************************

"Welcome, Mioki. What, no chaperone?" he smiled as she entered his
house for the second time.

"No, I... I realized how foolish I was being. I can't live a sheltered
life forever."

"Exactly!" he commented as they again talked and drank wine.

"Actually, I have been considering what you said in class, about
needing to experience the world, not just imitate it."

"And...?"

"Well, I don't know that I'm ready to take off for Tahiti, but I do see
your point. We must first experience the passions which we attempt to
portray on canvas."

"When I paint, my dear Mioki, I do so to capture your soul, not just
your image."

He smiled inwardly at the double entendre.

"Shall we?" he asked, motioning toward the studio.

"Yes, of course," she answered, following.

"Ooooh" she remarked as they entered the studio now bathed only in the
light of a half dozen candles.

"Candlelight is my favorite illumination," he remarked, "the interplay
of shadow and flickering light creates an aura of mystery. It also
enables me to concentrate on the elements of the composition I wish to
emphasize. Please recline on the couch. Tonight I want to focus on your
body."

Feeling a bit of discomfort, Mioki nevertheless assumed a prone
position again slipping off her shoes.

"You are lovely Mioki. The canvas may never do justice to your body,
but we shall try. Would you reveal more of you leg please?"

"The young woman hesitated but for a moment. The request had caught her
a bit by surprise, but the semi darkness gave her courage, so she
gently pulled her skirt up her thigh.

"A bit more. Such legs should be seen to be appreciated."

Mioki bit her lip. Her skirt was already a bit above where she had
allowed it to rise on the previous evening. Yet to deny this man, was
becoming unthinkable. He had so much to offer, so much to teach her.
The image of the model in today's class flashed through her mind and
she chided herself inwardly for such prudishness. The skirt was pulled
even higher. Unlike last night, Darius had yet to apply charcoal to
pad. Obviously he was dissatisfied.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

"I can't paint a body so completely hidden from me," he stated. "Would
you consider posing nude?"

"Oh, I couldn't," she responded, sitting up and straightening her
skirt. "You said I didn't have to."

"Of course, if that is how you feel. It is simply that the folds of
your skirt and blouse are obscuring what I wish to sketch. Would you
consider removing just the blouse and skirt?"

He chuckled. "I assume you have on something underneath."

She reddened, thankful he could not see her obvious naivete in the
candlelight.

"Yes, of course," she finally sputtered.

"Then you would be revealing nothing that others haven't seen at the
beach or around a swimming pool."

"You mean you want me to pose in a swimsuit?"

"My dear Mioki, did you happen to bring a swimsuit with you?"

"No, of course not."

"Then your bra and panties will suffice."

Mioki's mouth dropped open. If this were any other man making such an
outrageous request, if her dreams of late had not afforded her such
pleasure from revealing herself to others, she would have simply walked
out the door never to return. Yet, this was the very man she wanted to
admire her, just as those countless throngs in her dreams. Here was the
opportunity to experience just a bit, a safe bit, of the worldliness
she realized her well meaning upbringing had denied her. After all, she
thought, he was right. A bra and panties really revealed little if
anything more than a two piece Bikini.

"I..." She still hesitated.

"Reveal to me only what you wish," his mesmerizing voice came to her.

She felt her hand reach for the buttons on her blouse.

"If anyone I know saw me doing this..."

"No one is here but the two of us."

Her blouse was fully unbuttoned now. She slipped it off uneasily.

"Now the skirt."

"I'm really not sure I should be doing this," she said quietly even as
her hands slid the skirt down and off.

Mioki lay back, covered only by the black lacy bra and sheer black
panties, her hands and arms covering breasts and nest.

"Better Mioki, much better. Now lie on the one arm while the other
drapes down your thigh."

Mioki almost closed her eyes as she followed his direction. She knew
the pose was quite artistic but also provocative. She began to feel her
temperature rising, not all accountable to her embarrassment at lying
in only bra and panties before a man she had known for only two days.

But her eyes found his and she saw reflected in the shimmering light
the same expression as those in her dream had shown -- an unadulterated
appreciation for the beauty of her young, sensuous body.

"Please, the straps," he asked.

She slid them off her shoulders, trying to contain the rising
excitement within her.

"As far as I go," she smiled.

"Just a bit of cleavage, no more than you would show in a low cut
gown."

Mioki, after her last statement, was amazed to see her hands pulling
the bra down to reveal the tops of her her breasts.

"Have you never worn a really low cut dress?" he chided.

Mioki's breathing was becoming labored. Her heart was beginning to
pound. Her instincts to stop and flee were overcome, however by her
desire to please and attract this man.

"There," she intoned dropping the bra another inch or two.

"How beautiful are your aureoles, Mioki?"

"I..." she started to protest, yet as the words caught in her throat,
she allowed the bra to uncover the tops of the dark rings.

"And that is really as far as I go," she said trying to inject some
levity.

"I understand. You are afraid I will be disappointed. Perhaps your
breasts are not as perfect as the rest of your body and you are afraid
I will disapprove. Your nipples, Mioki, how can I paint your breasts
without nipples?"

Her hands went behind her quickly, the catch was undone and the bra
discarded entirely.

She intended her look to be defiant, but her resolve melted instantly
as she saw his eyes widen with appreciation for her physical beauty.

"They're lovely, Mioki. It seems a shame you would ever cover them."

She blushed again but as she again reclined, the young model thrust out
her chest to maximize her modest breast size.

Darius dashed off several sketches with the same rapidity as the night
before.

"And now Mioki..."

She knew what he wanted, knew she wanted him to see her, to appreciate
her body completely, yet as her fingers clasped the skimpy elastic
undergarment, they paused, the last vestige of her modesty forcing a
momentary halt.

"Surely what lies between your legs is as alluring as the rest of your
body, Mioki."

"It's... it's just that..."

"Do you really think you are showing me what I have never seen
before... hundreds of times?"

She had no doubt of the accuracy of his statement. Mioki, even while
she recognized the power he was welding over her, could not control the
jealousy of knowing that other women had occupied this couch. They had
had no compunction in baring their bodies to him. Why should she? It
was obvious that she was special to him. The way his eyes were afire
when he looked at her. His encouragement to experience life -- she just
knew he wanted her for his own. How could she compete with the others
though, many of which were probably more beautiful and certainly more
experienced, if she withheld what he asked?

Her trembling hands lowered the silk garment and Mioki Tanaka lay
completely naked before the admiring eyes of Darius.

A few more quick sketches. Darius had her change poses with each one.
Mioki's body was beginning to ache, but the ache was not one of
physical strain but rather one born of intense need. She was no longer
his model, but a woman whose carnal needs were beginning to awaken. She
was aware that her legs were no longer held tightly together and that
her poses had left the realm of the artistic and entered that of the
centerfold.

She wanted this man as she had never wanted anything in her life. How
far she was willing to go she honestly could not fathom.

Darius, on the other hand, was moving with dead center certainty.
Although remaining in a mortal form, to comply with the conditions of 
the wager, he still possessed the knowledge and savvy of his eons of
experience with humans. He knew what drove this young woman and he knew
exactly how to exploit it. He enjoyed her anguish and was in no hurry,
his quarry wasn't going anywhere. He had cast his line, she had bitten
and the time was approaching when he would set the hook.

"You are indeed, magnificently beautiful, Mioki but I sense a conflict
within you."

"I... I..."

"Tell me Mioki, what is the source of your conflict?"

"I... shouldn't be posing like this, nude, showing you my body in such
provocative ways."

"And yet?' he asked.

"...And yet... I find it exciting, even exhilarating to have you look
at me. What I am doing for you, I would never do for any other man."

"You like showing me your naked body?"

"Yes! I know I shouldn't, but I do. Everything I have ever been taught
says stop and yet I don't want to stop."

Verbalizing it only increased Mioki's need. She felt a warm wetness
between her legs. Her breathing was growing more rapid. Darius knew he
could have her any time he wished, but the game of conquest was just
beginning.

"What is it you want, Mioki?"

"I... want to experience everything, Darius, just as you said I
should."

Her body was writhing in agony. She wanted him so badly and still he
had yet to even touch her.

"And you think it so simple, so easy? he asked. "You want so much, to
experience an entirely new world. You wish me to take you where few
have dared to imagine."

"Yes!" she pleaded, "Take me Darius, I'll go anywhere with you, do
anything, you want."

"Don't be so quick to agree, my dear Mioki. You must prove you are
worthy and the road will be difficult. You will have to put behind you
all your preconceptions of right and wrong. You will have to surrender
yourself, your body, your mind and your soul."

Mioki could take no more. Her very being ached to have this man possess
her. She would, at that moment, have paid any price to have him sweep
her in his arms and ravish her.

"Anything, I'll do anything!" she breathed.

"Then let the first lesson begin."

He motioned for her to lie back on the couch. When she complied, he
walked to the side of the couch and motioned for her to spread her
legs. Mioki felt only a trace of remorse as she allowed her beautiful
legs to part and reveal to him her womanhood.

"Ah, you are wet, Mioki."

She blushed, but also felt her hips rise a bit to give him an even
clearer view. He dashed off a few more sketches of the young woman in
such a compromising position and then addressed her once more.

"You have shown me your mystery, Mioki. Are you prepared to do more?"

"I... don't understand."

"The lips between your legs cry out for pleasure. Is that not true?"

"...Yes..." she admitted.

"Then pleasure them, Mioki. Use those talented fingers of yours and
paint a portrait of pleasure between your legs."

"...You... you want me to...?"

"Yes, my dear. Tonight I shall not touch you, a test in itself. That
pleasure awaits you later. But I shall enjoy watching your fingers
enter your body and bring you to orgasm."

"I... I couldn't" she said, disappointed to hear she would not be taken
to his bed after all.

"Really?" he said in a somewhat surprised tone. "So you have failed
your very first test. I really was expecting better of you Mioki. You
had such potential, but... since your talk of wanting to truly
experience life is nothing more than words..."

"No please," she begged. "It's just that I have no experience with this
either. I've... touched myself a few times, but nothing happened. I
don't even know how."

She was crying at the thought of losing him. "I don't ever want to
disappoint you Darius. Teach me. Please?" she begged.

Darius smiled inwardly. He did so enjoy making them beg. She was a toy
in his hands and he intended to play with her.

"With one hand, caress your breast. that's it, pinch your nipple
slightly. Now let the fingers of your other hand explore that lovely
black hair surrounding your womanhood."

Her breathing was becoming labored once again.

"Now place your finger inside slightly and find a small mound."

Mioki's eyes shot open as her finger found the clitoris. The sensation
was akin to a small jolt of electricity passing through her lower body.

She moaned helplessly as her fingers began an instinctual stimulation
of her pleasure mound. Her hips began thrusting to meet the eager
advances of her fingers.

"I want you Darius! Please take me," she begged.

"All in good time my sweet Mioki. That's it, thrust on them. Take them
into you as you would if it were me!"

"Ohhhhhhh," she cried as her mind began forming images of Darius lying
atop her, filling her body with a massive penis. Her fingers increased
their rhythm and intensity.

She was shamelessly groaning with the intense pleasure as Darius looked
on in amusement. Suddenly her nipples turned hard as stone.

"Oh, Darius!" she cried.

"Yes my dear?"

"Something, I can feel it. Something's beginning to... Ahhhhhhh!"

The orgasm overwhelmed her, sweeping through the young woman with an
all consuming intensity. She lost control momentarily as her body first
shuddered throughout and then convulsed in total abandon.

As the perspiring woman fell back in exhaustion, Darius moved even
closer to her side showing her the sketch of her masturbation,
capturing the moment of orgasm on her face perfectly.

"You're beautiful and very alluring when you orgasm Mioki. Perhaps
you'd like to experience it again," he said motioning for her to resume
her private orgy.

It was as if something long confined had suddenly been unleased. Her
fingers were at work instantly and the second orgasm came much swifter
and stronger than the first. Then came the third, the fourth, and the
fifth as she now seemed a woman possessed of the need for orgasm.
Finally after her ninth peak of ecstasy, she fell back onto the
pillows, utterly exhausted.

"See what my world has to offer?" he asked.

"Ummmmmmm" was all she could muster. The contented smile and slight
shiver told him she was his.

"Darius?"

"Yes, Mioki."

"Please," she pleaded, "I need you...  I need you inside me."

"Mioki, I have told you, you must earn my favors."

"But...  but haven't I done what you asked?"

"Yes and in return you have received worldly pleasure you never knew
existed -- nine times over unless I am mistaken."

"But what must I do to prove myself to you?"

"My dear, what you have done for me in private this evening is only the
start of your enlightenment. But there is a price for everything,
Mioki. How much are you willing to pay? How much of your precious
modesty and humility are you willing to give up?"

"I don't understan..."

"You will, tomorrow. For now your lesson is over. Whether I require
your services tomorrow night will depend upon you. Do what I ask and
the lessons continue. Fail me and you will wind up back in Wyoming
spending the rest of your life regretting your decision, wondering what
could have been yours. But... the choice is yours."

"I won't fail you, Darius," she breathed.

"We shall see, my dear Mioki. We shall see."

When Mioki returned to the apartment, she was met by Cathy who insisted
she tell her how the evening's modeling had gone. Mioki related only
that she had again posed for Darius, this time by candlelight.

"Sounds romantic," Cathy opined.

"Yes," mused Mioki, "very."

"Say, he didn't...?" began the blonde roommate.

"No," answered Mioki honestly, "he never touched me."

"Sounds like a real gentleman. And handsome. If you ever get tired of
modeling for him, you be sure to tell him you know of someone else
who'll be glad to take the job," grinned Cathy.

"Nope," smiled Mioki, "I found him first."

That night Darius's demons were again at work. In her dreams, Mioki was
becoming accustomed to baring her body to strangers.


CHAPTER SEVEN

The next morning found Mioki anxiously waiting at her easel, not
because of her desire to paint -- art had suddenly become secondary in
her mind -- but rather because her heart ached to once again see the
man who now meant so much -- everything -- to her.

She smiled as he walked in, hoping to catch his eye, but he quickly
took account that all students were present without even glancing at
her.

"A small problem has arisen, our model, is out sick today..."

He turned and looked directly at Mioki whose heart fluttered.

"So Mioki, would you please take her place?"

The young woman was flabbergasted.

"But... but she's been posing nude."

"Yes, I know. Is there a problem with that?" he said, his eyes boring
into her.

She knew immediately that he was again testing her. Last night she had
bared her body to him, in private. Today he was asking her to bare her
body in a public studio.

"Well, Mioki?" he said with just a bit of impatience.

She knew she could refuse, but Darius had made it quite plain last
night the consequences of disappointing him.

The other students were also taken aback and nervous glances were being
exchanged.

"After all, you have done nude modeling before...  correct?"

She looked around to the other students who were now all staring at her 
waiting for a response.

"...Yes," she said quietly.

"And you did tell me you would like to model for this class, did you
not?"

This, of course, was a lie, but she knew it was all a part of his test.

"...Yes... I'd love to," she replied, walking to the modeling bench.

"Would you care to disrobe in the other room?" he asked.

"No that won't be necessary," she replied, giving him the answer she
knew he wanted to hear.

As each item of clothing was discarded, Mioki's embarrassment grew 
proportionately, but she knew she dared not show that to Darius or the
class, so as her panties fell to the floor, completing her nudity, she
reclined on the bench in what she hoped was an artistic rather than
provocative pose.

"A lovely subject, wouldn't you all agree?" asked Darius.

The male students responded with enthusiastic nods and smiles, while
the coeds gave their begrudging approval as, they too, had been smitten
by the new instructor and though none of them had the courage to do
what Mioki just had, they nevertheless were jealous of the obvious
approval and compliment he had just given her.

The session seemed an eternity for the young woman. Mioki observed that
while most of the students were regarding her body much as they had
been that of the paid model -- as an artistic subject -- there were two
or three of the male students whose eyes betrayed them. They were not
seeing a reclining nude, Mioki realized, but a naked woman. She burned
with embarrassment as she made brief eye contact. She immediately knew
that was a mistake as two of them smiled. She had undressed herself.
They were now doing other things to her in their minds and so her
torment continued until, mercifully, Darius declared the period over
and the students packed their materials and left. On the way out, one
of the young men who had admired her so inappropriately during class
paused, as she was getting dressed.

"Why didn't you tell us you liked to take your clothes off in front of
people?"

Mioki simply turned away, trying to ignore him.

"Hey, Miori, or whatever the hell your name is, you got a hell of a
body for a slant eye. Are you as good under the sheets as you are
modeling?"

Mioki was so shocked by the crude behavior she simply stood
dumbfounded, too embarrassed to respond.

"Anytime you want to take off your clothes and give me a little private
show, let me know," he said leering as he walked to the door and was
gone.

Darius had pretended to be occupied with a portfolio at his desk, but,
in reality had heard every comment. Now that they were alone, he walked
to his "student" and smiled.

"You do attract men, don't you Mioki."

"His kind I can do without."

"Oh, so you are too good for his kind."

"I only meant..."

"Yes, I am aware of what you meant. You think you are better than he
is. You strip yourself bare, masturbate yourself to orgasm nine times
while I watch you spread your beautiful legs, even beg me to take you
to bed and deflower your virginity, yet simply because his approach is
a bit more crude and his language more direct, you suddenly exert a
holier than thou attitude."

Sensing his obvious displeasure with her, Mioki tried to explain.

"It's just that because he is so crude, I could never bring myself to
do for him what I did for you last night."

"Oh really?" he responded with a raised eyebrow. "Then perhaps we need
to explore how badly you wish to see me tonight."

"But I did what you asked. I undressed in front of the entire class."

"True, but perhaps that wasn't enough of a challenge."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever hear of the "Three Nutted Squirrel?" he asked with a slight
smile.

"No, what is..."

"The Three Nutted Squirrel is a...  shall we say, night spot with a
stage upon which women bare their bodies for the amusement of others."

"A strip club," she said almost inaudibly, realization dawning upon
her.

"Where you will dance this evening my dear with one slight twist."

She looked to him in resignation.

"You will not only strip yourself naked, you will masturbate yourself
to orgasm before hordes of "his" kind."

"Darius, I can't..."

"After which you will come to my home where I shall take you to my
bed," he said, sweeping her into his arms and kissing her first softly
and then passionately. Mioki nearly fainted as his first touch was so
romantic, so masculine, so... erotic. His tongue found her lips which
willingly parted to accept his penetration of mouth and throat. As his
arm went around her waist and tightened, bringing her hard against him,
she felt an unbelievable hardness press against her. Although he had
taken mortal form, Darius was possessed nonetheless of a phallus half
again as large and long as the most endowed human. Mioki gasped, her
fright, however, overwhelmed by the promise of untold erotic delights
He smiled as he noted her reaction to his partial erection.

"My dear Mioki, I am prepared to give you pleasure beyond your wildest
imagination. I shall enter your luscious body in ways of which you're
never even dreamed. I will give you carnal ecstasy no other man ever
can. There is no pleasure I cannot provide you. But if I am to provide
all this for you, you must show me your devotion."

"I love you Darius," she breathed, finding his eyes.

"Ah yes, love. Wonderful my dear. But the world and its pleasures go
far beyond the reaches of mere love."

"It's enough for me," she urged.

"But not for me," he responded stiffly. "I hold out to you the world,
the universe, and you are wiling to withhold from me?"

"But... but I can't. I just can't do what you ask."

"Then go home to Wyoming, little girl," he sneered. "Go home to mommy
and daddy. Drink your milk, do your chores and by all means go to
church on Sunday. See what it gets you. You'll die an old withered
woman pining for a second chance. Well there are no second chances,
Mioki. Do what I ask and worlds will bow down to you. Refuse and you
will never see me again."

"Darius, I love you as I have never loved before, probably will never
love again. Yet, what you ask is too much. I suffered embarrassment for
you in class today. I will willingly do so again. But what you ask goes
beyond embarrassment. You are asking me to degrade myself, to go
against all I've ever learn..."

"You haven't even begun to learn. I can teach not only what lies beyond
you, the universe and all creation, I can show you what lies buried
within you, within your dreams, within your very soul!"

He saw her hesitation.

"Here is the address." he said, quickly writing upon and handing to her
a small slip of paper. "Be there at nine."

"...I... can't... I... won't"

"You'll be there," he said confidently as he strode from the classroom.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Despite spending the day telling herself that Darius's request was
simply too outrageous, too demeaning, that she could not even seriously
consider it, Mioki found herself, disbelievingly, slipping her most
provocative lingerie into a small bag and hailing a taxi as the clock
approached eight-thirty.

"You sure this is the address?" asked the cabby. "that's not a part of
town a nice young girl like you wants to be in, and the Three Nut
Squirrel has a pretty shady reputation."

She assured him the address was correct and to quell any further
questions, she told him she was simply meeting someone.

She noticed the cabby had not been exaggerating as the taxi made its
way across town. The buildings were shabby, the streets not well lit,
and drunks and dopeheads loitered on every corner. She kept asking
herself why she was here. Three days ago the idea of stripping in a
night club would have been unthinkable, yet not only was she on her way
to strip herself naked in front of strangers, Darius also wanted her to
perform the most private and intimate of acts before them as well. What
Mioki was not aware of, were the mind games the demons had been playing
with her over the last two nights, how they had insidiously played with
her libido. Although she was aware of the intensity of her feelings for
Darius, she had no idea that, despite his mortal form, he had used her
naivete to generate first awe, then love and finally a compulsion to
please him at any cost. So as the cab pulled up in front of the seedy
club with its gaudy neon, half of which was burned out, she numbly paid
the fare and walked toward the door.A hand lettered sign in the window
read "Amateur Night 9:00-12:00 $50 First Prize"

"I'm here to dance tonight," she said to the bartender.

"Well," he said, eying her from head to toe, "we don't get many as
pretty as you. The dressing room is off to the left there. Let's see,
you'll go on third, right after Ginger, the girl in the space costume."

"You mean without the space costume, don't you," she said ruefully.

"Yeah," he laughed, I guess I do. By the way..."

"Kim," she lied. "My name's Kim." Darius had said nothing about having
to use her real name.

"Well, Kim, you do know that to earn the fifty bucks, you'll have to
more than just strip. You'll have to give them a little something
extra."

She couldn't look him in the eye.

"Yes, I know," she replied, almost inaudibly.

As she entered the so-called dressing room, seventeen sets of eyes were
cast her way. The other women ranged in age from a scrawny teenager who
Mioki swore couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen to three
women who would never see forty again. Most were in their twenties, a
few even fairly attractive. The room was bare except for several
folding chairs and a large mirror on one wall.

Mioki sat down beside beside a red haired woman who was pulling on
black leather pants and jacket over a thong and bra. Mioki estimated
her age in the mid thirties.

"Hi," she said, smiling, "I'm Sheila."

"Kim," responded Mioki.

"This your first time?" asked the redhead.

"Does it show that much?" Mioki asked.

"Well, you just don't seem to belong here, that's all. Need the money?"

"Yes," lied Mioki, thinking it the simplest answer. "Is that why you
are here?"

They heard the loud, thumping music begin, signaling the first act had
begun.

"No," said Sheila, casting her eyes over Mioki as the younger woman 
donned her black nylon thong, bra, teddy top and spike heels, "I know I
have no chance at winning. As a matter of fact if I had to lay down
money, my bet would be on you."

Mioki blushed.

"No, I sort of get a kick out of it to tell the truth. You get my age,
you begin to wonder if men still find you attractive. So I get up there
on the stage and see if I can still turn them on. Of course if my
Husband ever found out..."

"You're married and your husband doesn't know you do this?" asked the
astounded Mioki.

"Yeah, for the last several years he has seemed to lose interest. I
tried everything I knew but he just wanted to watch sports on TV and go
shoot pool with the guys. I began to question whether I was still
attractive. Then one night I passed this place, saw the sign in the
window and let myself get talked into dancing. I liked it. My husband
may not pay me much attention, but those guys did. I could see their
eyes light up with every piece of clothing I took off and you should
have heard the hoots and whistles when I dropped my panties. I got a
real rush out of it. So now I come back about once a month and get some
cheap thrills of my own."

The music ended and Mioki noticed the woman in the space costume walk
out the door, obviously awaiting her introduction.

"But don't you feel badly about doing this behind your husband's back?"

"Why should I? He's doing what he wants and I'm doing what I want.
Besides, it's not like I'm going to some hotel room with somebody. They
get a good look and I make sure they get to see what they want, but
that's it. After my act, I get dressed and go home. The looks and
whistles are all I want, all I need."

The music started again and Mioki knew she would be next.

"I'm so new to this. I really don't know whether I can go through with
it."

"You'll do fine honey. Just go out and dance. If you've never used the
pole before, don't. You'll just look awkward. Each song is about two
and a half minutes, so enjoy yourself. Take 'em off one at a time but
don' take too long. Truth is, if you want that fifty bucks, you're
gonna have to show them everything. Did you bring a vibrator? "

Mioki shook her head.

"That's a shame. Some of the girl's give 'em a little extra with a
dildo. Look, there's a sort of couch out there. You might want to..."
the redhead pointed to Mioki's crotch.

"Thanks," she said quietly, "but I think I know what I have to do."

"Sure, Honey, you'll be great. Just remember to smile and good luck!"
said Sheila as the music ended.

Mioki turned to walk the few steps from the door to the stage.

"And now," she heard over the sound system, "here's a new girl who we
know you're gonna like... a lot! Give a nice hand to... Kim!"

There was applause and some cheers from the expectant crowd. The music
began, loud and rhythmic.

Mioki had reached the point of decision. Did she turn and walk away as
every inner voice was now screaming for her to do, or did she walk out
there and utterly degrade herself for the love of the mysterious man
who offered and demanded so much. Mioki bit her lip, her decision made.

She walked hesitantly into the spotlight

There was additional whistling and clapping as Mioki began swaying to
the music. She dared one quick look toward the audience who,
thankfully, because of the bright lights in her eyes, she could barely
make out. But what she did see with remarkable clarity were the eyes
catching reflections and glinting back to her from the darkness -- all
riveted on her -- on her body. She burned with shame, ready to run from
the stage as the hoots and catcalls began, but she continued, Darius's
promise driving her on.

She remembered Sheila's advice and forced a smile which was rewarded by
yet more yells and whistles. She discarded the teddy top to the
encouragement of her audience while, from her subconscious, came the
images of her dreams. She looked out once more and the darkened room
began to dissolve into a city street. She began to relax and her
movements became more rhythmic and sensual as in her dreams, something
which her audience noticed and for which, they provided yet more
encouragement. She could almost see the approving and appreciative
passers by on either side of the street as her hands came behind her
and she let the bra drop to the floor. More hoots from her admirers,
some of which were now taking very suggestive overtones. She suddenly
realized Darius had been right all along. It mattered not whether her
admirers came from high rise apartments or the gutters of the streets,
they all wanted the same thing. They wanted to look at her body. They
found her beautiful and alluring and she found the need to please them
irresistible. Her hands went to the tops of her thong. Gone was her
nervousness or embarrassment. Mioki was beginning to actually enjoy
herself as she pulled the thong down until the top of her nest hair was
exposed. Her smiles were broad and unforced now, her movements taking
on a decidedly erotic nature. To the howls of appreciative onlookers,
Mioki slowly pulled the thong downward, allowing it to fall around her
ankles. She turned her back to the audience and bent completely over to
remove the thong and toss it aside. She decided to keep the heels on
since they made her appear taller and also because they pitched her
forward a bit accentuating her breasts and hips.

Seeing the couch, Mioki made her way to it, turned it so the end was
facing the audience and lay down with her feet toward them. She spread
her legs and began humping to the delight of her enthusiastic
spectators. Her thoughts were a confused and yet mesmerizing
combination of dream images, images of Darius's eyes last night as he
watched her masturbate and the exhibitionist cravings of a libido
suddenly uncaged. Her fingers found their way to her nest. She and her
audience were pleased to find it soaking wet. She plunged the finger
across her small pleasure mound and immediately began thrusting upon it
while her other hand cradled and pinched her nipple, which the howling
men noticed, hardened instantly. Driven by her subconscious, the young
woman was groaning as her pace increased. Sweat was beginning to bead
on her forehead. Her thrusts were more powerful and frequent. As the
music ended, a hush fell over the club as Mioki drove herself to a
sexual frenzy. She was beginning to whimper for release as her body
gyrated faster with each new stimulation.

"Look! Look!" she screamed, "I'm Commmmmmmming." As her entire body
convulsed out of control, she fainted.

There was a moment of stunned silence. These drunks and half-drunks had
seen women finger themselves and even use dildos on themselves. Many of
the women had even faked orgasms. This they knew was no fake.

As Mioki began to regain consciousness, she did so to the most
thunderous applause, cheers, whistles and hoots ever heard in the Three
Nutted Squirrel. Regaining some semblance of awareness and self
control, she once again suddenly burned with a shame and self
vilification she was sure she could never outlive.

"Hey," said the bartender, jumping onto the stage. "We've got several
more girls for you this evening and I'll still offer fifty for
whichever one of those you think is best. But I think we've got a
special winner right here. Now what do you say? How about showing some
real appreciation for this little honey."

He held up the original fifty dollar bill he had set aside for the
evening's winner.

Several tens and twenties were passed up to the stage amid raucous
cheering. The bartender gathered them together and wrapped them into a
tight roll. Mioki was stunned by this turn of events but smiled as she
held out her hand for the prize.

"Since you're new, I guess you don't know about how you get to keep the
money," smiled the bartender. "You see, to claim the prize you have to
walk from one side of the stage to the other without dropping any of
it."

The audience howled.

"I don't..." she began.

"Oh, you can't carry it in your hand, little lady," he said pointing to
her nest. "You have to carry it THERE!"

Mioki's mouth flew open. She was about to refuse and simply leave,
having completed her task, when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw
him, standing near one edge of the stage. Darius had obviously been
here for her entire performance and when she saw him shake his head in
the affirmative, she knew collecting her winnings was part of what was
expected of her.

To renewed hoots and suggestive remarks, Mioki stood before them and
spread her legs once again. She inserted the roll of bills until she
felt it butt against her hymen. She knew, wished with all her heart,
she would not be a virgin much longer, but she wanted it to be Darius
who would take her, spread her, rip through her virginity. The money,
of course, mattered not at all to her, but she knew she must try, for
Darius had willed it. She pushed it as snugly as possible within her
and clamping her vaginal muscles as tightly as possible began slowly
walking across the stage accompanied by remarks and jeers now long
passed suggestive and well into that of lewd and licentious. She felt
the roll begin to slowly slip, but another step or two...

To renewed applause, she reached the curtain where she withdrew the
money. Mioki quickly looked up to see Darius leaving the club. As she
turned to exit the stage there was again appreciative applause and
cheering. Mioki could simply not resist. A final time, driven by forces
within her she could neither identify nor control, the naked woman bent
over completely exposing her nest and anus to her admirers.

It was with mixed feelings of shame, self condemnation and wild
exhilaration that the young woman dressed and caught a cab for her
appointment with the man she both loved and feared.


CHAPTER NINE

"Ah, my darling, you were splendid!" he said, sweeping her into his
strong arms and kissing her passionately. Mioki's heart was pounding
instantly, not only from the sensuous meeting of their lips, but also
because it was the first time he had used such an endearment of romance
and affection.

He closed the front door and they walked into the downstairs parlor
where a fire crackled in the fireplace.

"Sherry?" he asked.

She nodded as she bathed in the warmth of the fire.

"Darius, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Tonight, at the club. When you told me today what you wanted me to do,
I was appalled. I told myself all day that I simply could not do what
you had asked. Yet I went. Still, until the moment I walked out on
stage, I was dreading it, mortified to think of baring my body to those
crude, leering jackals, yet once the music began and I started to
dance, I began to enjoy it. I actually stripped much faster than I than
intended so I could show them my body that much sooner. Then it was as
if I no longer had control. I lay on that couch and did something I
never dreamed... well to be honest I guess I did dream of doing it,
sort of, but I certainly never thought I could actually do it. I know I
should be ashamed, but the truth is I loved it. When I finished and
collected the money, if it had not been for the promise of seeing you,
I would have gladly given them another performance."

"And why should you feel ashamed?" he asked

"Because it's licentious..."

"Oh, so we're back to your quaint moral standards again?"

"But by any standard you'd care to use..."

"Did you enjoy yourself Mioki?"

She was silent.

"I said, did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes," came the almost inaudible reply.

"Then it matters not what others think. Let them live there lives of
frustration and longing. Live yours by tasting all the fruits of the
tree. Otherwise, you too will wonder what might have been, what
pleasures you left undiscovered. I will teach you Mioki, but only if
you are prepared to put aside the constraints, the conventions which
hold you back, which prevent you from knowing complete pleasure. If and
when you are ever ready, I shall take you where pleasure and happiness
will be yours forever."

Suddenly, it was as if everything he had been saying to her had come
into sharp focus. Overwhelmed by his masculine sensuality and the
forcefulness of his arguments, the naive young woman was in total
surrender.

"Yes, Darius," she said putting aside the wine glass and slowly,
sensuously taking off her clothes until she stood nude before him in
the firelight, "I am ready."

He swept her into his arms and carried her to the upstairs bedroom
where she undressed him. As she removed the final undergarment, a pair
of low cut briefs, she gasped at the size of his fully erect penis.

"I had no idea..." she stammered.

He smiled.

"You see what I mean by making pleasurable discoveries? Go ahead, touch
it. hold it."

Mioki's hands could not reach around it, but her breathing was becoming
labored as she, on the one hand, wondered how it could possibly fit
within her, and on the other, was already imagining what pleasure it
would afford her.

"Our first lesson is with that beautiful mouth of yours," he said,
sitting on the edge of the bed and having her kneel between his legs.
For the next hour Darius instructed his willing student in the skills
of fellatio, by which time Mioki was as expert as any whore in
providing oral delights to a man. She had even learned to relax her
throat to the degree that she could now take his over endowed phallus
into her throat without choking.

Next came anal sex and even though his student was at first reluctant,
knowing her small dark target was never meant for something so large,
Darius was patient and loving with his protege and soon, through his
masterful manipulation of voice and physical touch, had her on all
fours begging to be penetrated.

"Ughhhhhh," she cried as her anal canal was slowly stretched to
accommodate his monstrous rod.

"Yes, there is pain. But pain, my sweet Mioki is but another aspect of
pleasure. Feel how they compliment each other!"

He reached around and his finger found and began stimulating her small
pleasure mound.

"Let you mind and body revel in both. Feel first the pain and then the
pleasure."

"...Ughhhh... Oh, yes!" she cried.

His penetration increased as did his stimulation.

"Now blend the two together, Mioki. Feel them as one totally new
experience, neither pure pain nor pure pleasure, but something entirely
different from both, something you have never experienced before."

"...Yes, my darling Darius, I can feel it!"

"More?" he asked.

"Yes!" she cried, "deeper!"

Another three inches invaded her rectum as the stimulation of her
clitoris increased as well. She moaned, but actually thrust herself
backward to take even more of the lance within her. Darius knew he had
brought the helpless girl to a state of hysterical sexual
insensibility. Even in his mortal form, to penetrate her farther would
kill her, yet she pleaded to have it all. So he simply used his vast
knowledge of clitoral stimulation and changed the rhythm and intensity
so she experienced repeated intense multiple orgasms, the last of which
left her in a dead faint. He slowly withdrew and watched, appreciating
his handiwork as the lovely figure regained consciousness.

"Oh God, Darius, I loved it! Did... did I take it all?" she asked.

"Yes," he lied. "Obviously your mind and body were created for carnal
pleasure."

"You mean I'm a slut," she giggled, "I should be offended, but..."

"But you are coming to accept who you are and what you are without any
moral baggage to weigh you down."

"Yes," she smiled, "your own private little whore."

"Correction," he said returning the smile, "isn't it a bit of an
oxymoron to be a virgin whore?"

"I'm not a virgin in my mouth or rear anymore," she said coyly.

"Yes, but there is the matter of that treasure which lies between your
legs," he replied as he kissed her deeply on the lips and then began a
slow decent, momentarily pausing to kiss her breasts and nipples.
Within moments the young woman was again like clay in the hands of an
accomplished craftsman. His hands and tongue relit the fires of only
moments ago and Mioki was soon gasping for breath and writhing as his
tongue found its way into her pubic hair. His hands each held an erect
nipple as his tongue found her labial lips. There was a sharp intake of
air from Mioki, whose body was burning with desire, as Darius's tongue
penetrated her nest and found her clitoris. She was orgasming within
seconds, her moans of intense pleasure filling the bedroom.

"I never imagined..." she gasped as she tried to regain her breath.

"I can take you beyond your imagination... if you want." he said.

"Yes, take me Darius. Take me!" she cried as he kissed her deeply and
positioned the head of his quivering rod against her labial lips.

"Want it?" he asked the near mindless woman.

"Like I've never wanted anything in my life!" she begged.

"Then I shall give you a unique opportunity," he smiled, pushing the
head of his phallus snugly against her hymen. "I shall let you take
your own virginity. Just remember, there is no going back. Once you
thrust your hips to take me within you, you are committed, committed to
losing your virginity and to me!"

"Yessssssss!" she screamed, as, without hesitation, Mioki thrust upward
with all her might ripping her hymen to shreds and pulling him deep
within, her climax almost simultaneous with the loss of her virginity.
Overwhelmingly powerful, the orgasm shook her body from head to toe.
She convulsed, regaining control only long enough to pull him deeper
within her triggering yet another thunderous peak of lustful pleasure.
Darius began thrusting which only added to the rapidity and intensity
as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. She fainted twice, reviving long
enough to feel his massive stokes fill her, then screaming with
pleasure as she reached ecstasy again and again.

"MORE! MORE!" she would scream, and again her lover would impale her
and again her body would respond with paroxysms of unbearable lustful
release.

Her third faint followed a multiple orgasm during which the young woman
hyperventilated and fell back on the bed, her body totally exhausted.

Darius withdrew and again was pleasured to look upon the woman he had
now deflowered.

She whined as her eyes fluttered open and she found her lover lying
next to her.

"Again, Darius, Please fuck me again," she begged.

He smiled to hear her language was slipping as well as her virtue. Yes,
he thought, she was indeed a slut -- an insatiable slut.

"I have so much more to teach you," he smiled, "but first you had
better phone your roommate and tell her you won't be home tonight."


CHAPTER TEN

The next morning they both slept late. Mioki's carnal education had
lasted until close to sunrise. After calling Cathy and receiving the
usual trepidation and warnings, Mioki had retuned to bed and her lover.
Darius, even though in human form, possessed the intimate and even
secret knowledge from the beginnings of time of how to pleasure a
woman, secrets which would make the Kama Sutra look like Dr. Seuss. He
had introduced his pupil to an astounding array of positions,
techniques and methods of stimulation which had kept the young woman in
some state of orgasm, either intense arousal or actual climax,
throughout the night.

"Hmmmmm," she smiled from bed as he brought a breakfast tray into the
bedroom, "Darius, how many times did I come last night?"

"Eighteen, not counting multiples," he smiled back.

"I know I should somehow feel ashamed, but I don't. I've never felt
anything as wonderful in my life."

"So you felt adequately rewarded for your...  indiscretions?"

"I... I had no idea you could enter my body in so many ways, reach and
touch places I didn't even know were there and do the things you did
that made me go absolutely out of my mind."

She grinned, slyly.

"Give me another night like last night and I'll strip anywhere you
want."

"If you found it that enjoyable, perhaps I will exact a higher price
next time."

"Name it," she said laughing. "Last night Cathy said I should be
careful or I might get burned. She didn't know I was already on fire."

"Well," he said as he set the tray across her lap and climbed back into
bed, "perhaps next time we can fan those flames into an inferno." Pun
very much intended, he thought with a sardonic smile as he buttered the
toast.

It was now time to put the next phase of his plan into operation.

"Here,' he said, handing her a hotel key. Be at the Carlton Arms, room
417 at three o'clock this afternoon."

"More of my... education?" she asked coyly.

"Absolutely," he smiled, "I promise you an unforgettable afternoon."

"Then I may even get there early," she laughed.

Deliciously decadent thoughts of an afternoon with Darius were already
running through her mind as she bit into the strip of bacon.

**************************************

At five minutes after three, Mioki was pacing the hotel room floor, her
desire for Darius and the earthly delights he would provide, already
causing an anticipatory wetness between her legs. Finally, there was a
knock. Mioki almost ran to the door, smiling as she swung it open.

"Well, it's about time Dari..."

She came up short at the sight of the stranger. He was well dressed,
tall and muscular although at least twenty-five years her senior.

"Hello," he said, his eyes gleaming, "Darius sent me."

"But where is Darius?" asked Mioki hesitantly, peering into the hall.

"Oh, he won't be coming," responded the stranger with a smile as he
entered the room, locked the door and set down the small bag he carried
containing the handcuffs, chains and whips.

***************************************

"That was really quite naughty of you, Darius," she said, taking
another sip of wine.

"Really? And would you have had it any other way?" he asked, standing
in front of the fireplace where he had swept her into his arms the
night before.

"Well, I would much rather it had been you handcuffing me to that bed,
gagging me and then whipping me until I consented to give you my mouth,
my ass and my pussy."

"You mean you didn't enjoy it?"

"Oh I didn't say that. Of course he wasn't nearly as big or as vigorous
as you."

"I think you will find, my dear, that few men are."

"But having two vibrators in me at the same time was very...
interesting," she smiled. "What about the five hundred dollars he
left?"

"Yours to keep. I think you earned it."

"Then I truly have become a whore," she opined a bit ruefully.

"Yes, but the most beautiful one I know," he smiled as she changed the
subject.
"And I do want you to know that these were quite painful," she said,
pulling off her blouse and bra to reveal her breast nipples, pierced
with small rings.

"And is there more?" he asked, expectantly.

She smiled, knowing he already knew the answer. It was obvious now that
the man had done exactly as Darius had instructed him.

"Oh, you mean this?" she asked shedding shoes, skirt and panties to
revel an identical ring piercing her labial lips.

"Beautiful, my dear Mioki! In fact quite exquisite!" he said, picking
up the drawing pad and dashing off a few sketches as his model
willingly positioned herself so her new, permanent adornments would be
visible.

As he dropped the pad onto the table, Mioki smiled.

"Do I please you?"

"Yes, you are becoming an apt and, shall I say, eager pupil."

"Why shouldn't I be?" she replied, closing the distance between them,
her hand resting on his crotch, "after all, the rewards are more than
worth the effort."

"Then we shall see that you are amply rewarded," he laughed, picking
her up in his arms. "You know I still have quite a few tricks up my
sleeve."

"In that case your pupil is more than anxious to begin the lesson," she
responded, giggling as she opened her mouth to his probing tongue.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Shouldn't we be getting up?" she asked, "We have class in an hour and
a half."

"Not just yet," he answered, "Actually I called and canceled class
today, just so we could spend some more time together. Would you like
some breakfast?"

"Only if I can have dessert first," she responded, rolling over on top
of him and burying him inside her.

"For you my delicious little slut," -- he noticed the term didn't even
bother her -- "I will gladly provide not only dessert, but the
appetizer and main course as well."

She started vigorously pistoning up and down on his phallus which
filled her completely within a single stroke. Within seconds the woman
was in the throes of an orgasm. Regaining her breath, she asked,
"Darius, does my body disappoint you?"

"Why would you ask such a silly thing?" he asked.

"Because while I have had more orgasms than I can count, I don't think
you have have come at all."

He smiled, knowingly.

"Mioki, my beautiful and vivacious pet, when the time is right I shall
fill your little womb full of sperm, but in the meantime I offer you
THIS!"

Three thrusts using a technique lost in obscurity and the woman
screamed in the ecstasy of climax.

Again regaining her breath, Mioki looked down at her lover
mischievously.

"And what do you have in mind for today's lesson?"

He pointed to a small card on the nightstand.

"Go to the address on that card at eight o'clock this evening. I think
you will find this evening's lesson quite different."

"Oh, you make it sound mysterious."

"Let's just say you won't be able to contain yourself," he chuckled as
he once again filled her with his erection and she grunted with erotic
pain and pleasure, "but in the meantime, the day is young..."

Her orgasmic screams filled the mansion until well into the afternoon.


CHAPTER TWELVE

Much later that night, Mioki rested easily in the arms of her lover as
they lay in bed.

"And what did you learn tonight?" he asked.

She was a bit reluctant to discuss her evening's adventure, but she
realized her embarrassment was foolish, especially with Darius, and so
began.

"My lesson was obviously humiliation. When I got to the address, it was
an old deserted house. I went in and found a message and a blindfold
lying on the table. The note just said "Put on the blindfold and wait."
In a few minutes someone came in I was led to a car. We drove for
several minutes. Then they took me into a basement or some kind of
underground room I think. They tore my clothes off. My wrists were
strapped to, I think they were chains hanging from the ceiling and my
ankles were tied to some kind of straps on the floor. Then they made me
drink water until I just couldn't drink any more. That's when they told
me I had to pee for them. I couldn't at first, so they made me drink
more water and after a while I..."

"Let's see for ourselves, shall we?" he interrupted, picking up the VCR
remote from the bedstead and pressing the play button.

She watched, astounded, at first, to see her naked body appear on
screen. Her arms and legs were spread widely and the water funneled
down her throat. Three men and two women were standing around her. The
tape had obviously been delivered to Darius before her return.

"I... I can't hold it..." she moaned as there were first a first drops
which trickled down her leg, followed by a steady stream and finally
her bladder emptying itself uncontrollably.

Mioki watched her counterpart on the videotape turn from embarrassment
and shame to willing and eager participant. By the third time she
emptied her bladder, Mioki was reveling in her debauchery. Perhaps that
was why she accepted the enema without resistance. One full bag and
part of another and her stomach again took on the profile of pregnancy.
She burned with desperate exigency, this debasement even more extreme
than before. But, as before, there reached a point at which she could
no longer contain what was being pumped into her small body and her
bowels voided themselves uncontrollably.
Yet, again, by the third time, she was beginning to enjoy the
experience, her inhibitions completely shed, and Mioki actually
orgasmed as she voided herself the third time.

As the tape drew to a close, Mioki rolled over on all fours, placing
her head on the bed, offering Darius either entrance.

"Am I learning my lessons?" she asked.

"Yes, and far quicker than I expected," her said, burying his cock in
her anus.

"I am looking forward to my next lesson," she said, grimacing a bit
with the pain, but relaxing as his fingers reached around to begin
their magic on her nest.

"So am I, my dear. So am I."


CHAPTER THIRTEEN

And so the lessons continued. The following night Mioki experienced
triple penetration for the first time at the hands of three muscular
young men. Although no match for the length and breadth of Darius, each
was still well endowed and gave the young woman a reaming she would not
soon forget. And again, after the men had filled her body with
simultaneous ejaculations for the fourth time and Mioki had experienced
multiple orgasm after multiple orgasm, she begged the exhausted men for
more.

The next evening presented her greatest challenge. Although virtually
all her inhibitions had since been discarded, she was still reluctant
when confronted with the prospect of pleasing a large German Shepherd.
In fact, until the moment of actual entry Mioki was still expressing
doubt as to whether this was a lesson she really wanted to learn.

"I'm... I"m not sure I can do this," she said as she was stripped and
tied across a large footstool face down, her anus and vagina exposed.

The excited dog was led to her rear where he mounted her almost
immediately.

"No... I..." she started to object, but was interrupted by the dog's
penis finding her vagina.

"Tonight, Little one, you become his bitch," sneered her hooded
instructor.

As the dog began humping her frantically, Mioki, helpless to resist
anyway, gave herself to the dog. She climaxed repeatedly as the dog
knotted with her and continued to hump his bitch. Finally they orgasmed
simultaneously, but it was several minutes before the dog could
withdraw and in those minutes, Mioki climaxed four more times. The
second canine, a black Labrador took her anus and although Mioki had to
squirm and hump backward onto his cock, she managed to orgasm twice
before the dog himself climaxed in the tight confines of her rear.

"I could have screwed as many as you wanted," said Mioki as she and
Darius later watched the tape of her becoming a canine concubine. "I
don't understand it. Just a few days ago, this was all unthinkable, yet
I not only submit to it, I enjoy it. What have you done to me Darius?
What have you turned me into?"

"I have only allowed you to unleash what was already within you Mioki.
I have given you the chance to experience what few others have or ever
will have. What have you become? Call yourself a slut, a bitch, a whore
if you will, but you are fast becoming a woman who knows what she wants
and isn't afraid to take it. Tomorrow night you will learn how to take
what you want, perhaps the most valuable lesson of all."

"Perhaps I could start right now," she laughed, grabbing the remote,
switching off the TV and pulling a willing Darius on top of her.

"Fuck me Darius. Fuck your little whore's brains out!"


CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The following night Mioki learned seduction. She was sent to the home
of a beautiful woman with a taste for young women. Fifteen years her
senior, wealthy and with a suavity, magnetism and sensuality which was
overwhelming, Claudia had vast experience at the art of seducing even
those, at first, unwilling and so Mioki posed little challenge. Even
though she had become quite sexually experienced, the young woman of
Asian decent's naivete played right into Claudia's hands and before the
evening was half over Mioki found herself lying in bed, naked, with her
tongue in her seductress's nest as her own orgasmed repeatedly into the
mouth of her lover. The evening was an orgasmic delight for the young
woman, but she knew she was also there to learn and learn she did. She
observed how the older woman had broached the subject of sex so
innocently, had aroused her desires without her even being aware and
charmed and flattered her into an initial kiss, embrace, fondling,
stripping and finally the ultimate, secret, unspoken desire of all
women, though few would admit it -- to be made love to by another
woman. As their bodies entwined and writhed in orgasmic excess, Mioki
was also absorbing how to both give and take -- how to seduce as well
as be seduced. As the evening wore to a close, Mioki realized her
lesson tonight had not just been seduction, but rather the power that
seduction could bring over others. So, when Claudia asked if she would
like to stay the night, Mioki declined for two reasons. First, although
Claudia was exquisite and Mioki decided she liked the female body, the
taste of female orgasm and looked forward to other encounters with
women, she could simply not resist the allure of the man who she knew
was waiting to share his bed and body with her; but Mioki also declined
the invitation so she might see the barely noticeable look of
disappointment on Claudia's face and with it the realization that she,
Mioki, now held the more powerful hand. It was a feeling she liked and
intended to nurture. But what power the young woman might now posses
was no match for the man who awaited her, knowing that, until now,
Mioki had committed acts, which,however depraved, were those of a
willing victim. From this moment on, Mioki would be the initiator, she
would be making victims of others and that, he knew, was the kind of
sin, Christopher and his kind, would find unforgivable. Mioki was at
the point of no return. Would she resist, or find the smell of power
over others too alluring. He was determined to see that she did not
retreat from the path he had chosen for her.

***********************************

"Did you and Claudia have an enjoyable evening?" he asked as they lay
together and he stroked her naked breasts.

"Emmmm, I simply never realized one woman could give another woman so
much pleasure. Not more or less than she gets from a man, but
different. Not only is the body just as alluring, but the emotions of
two women sharing their bodies are so intense at a level, in a plane,
so alien to men."

"Perhaps I will have to have to move out to make room for Claudia," he
joked.

"Not on your life," she replied, pulling him to her. "She's the most
powerfully alluring woman I have ever met and immensely satisfying in
bed, yet even that huge strap-on dildo she reamed me with, is no match
for what you have right here!" she laughed as her hand grasped his
penis.

"But it's really about power, isn't it?" she asked, suddenly serious.

"Ah, looks like the student has been paying attention in school after
all," he joked, leading her on. "And just what did we learn about
seduction and power?"

"I can't believe how I was such putty in her hands. She made me want
her so badly, I would have done anything to get between her legs."

"So then, seduction is not just for temporal enjoyment?"

"Oh" she laughed," I'm all for the temporal enjoyment. Now that I've
tasted the forbidden fruit, I think I'll just keep the apple. But I
also find it amazing how lust and desire can be turned into..." she
searched for the right word.

"Weapons?" he offered.

"Yes, I suppose so. They certainly allow you to control and even
conquer others simply by making yourself irresistible to them and then
using their own weakness as leverage."

"And do you like the feeling that brings?" he asked, knowing that
Claudia had called to report on the progress of his pupil and had also
related how Mioki had turned the situation to her advantage before
leaving.

"Well, yes. It's a bit of a rush. I still find it amazing, however,
that I could actually achieve real power over someone. I got a brief
taste of it tonight just before I left Claudia's. She wanted me to
stay, but instead, I knew at that point, that she wanted me more than I
wanted her and used it to exert my own power over her, even if it was
just a tiny bit and for only a moment."

"Would you like to learn to use that power whenever you wish for
whatever purpose you wish?"

"Well... sure, who wouldn't?"

"Then I think it about time we gave you your first real challenge."

"These lessons I have been learning were not challenging enough?" she
asked.

"Mere child's play compared to what comes next. Let us give you a
challenge worthy of your new found knowledge. You said you found
seduction exciting. Why not a test of your own seductive abilities?"

"I guess so," she said just a bit uncertainly, "as long as no one gets
hurt."

"My dear Mioki, if you are so concerned about such trivial matters, you
will never be able to master control of others."

"But..."

"Those who you gain control over, are weak and unworthy of further
consideration. They do not deserve consideration except as you so
magnanimously may decide to bestow on them. Power will get you what you
want Mioki. Weakness, or again those pangs of conscience will do
nothing but distract you toward failure. It has always been the
powerful who have preyed on the weak. It is the nature of things.
Accept it! And accept and embrace your new found role of being one of
the powerful."

The combination of sensual power as his fingers caressed her nipples
and twisted logic proved irresistible for the love struck woman. Slowly
she nodded in agreement.

"Now for the challenge," he announced.

She looked to him in expectation.

"Do you find your roommate Cathy attractive?" he asked.

"Yes, she's very pretty."

"And does she find you attractive as well?"

"Yes," answered Mioki, her curiosity peaked, "She says I'm beautiful."

"Then you should have no trouble in..."

"You want me to seduce her?" she interrupted with an astonished
exclamation.

"Yes, why not? If you are to acquire the allure and finesse which will
be necessary to control your destiny, you will need practice. This
little blonde, I believe you told me she was still a virgin, will
afford you an excellent first opportunity to put your knowledge and
that lovely body to good use."

"You want me to take her to bed?"

"I want you to seduce her in every meaning of the word. I want you to
take her virginity, I want you to captivate her, to steal her heart, to
make her your virtual slave."

"But to what end?" Mioki asked.

"Just because you can, to prove you have learned your lessons from
Claudia, to begin taking the power you want and deserve."

He stroked her vaginal lips and Mioki experienced spontaneous orgasm.
She shivered in delight as he kissed her deeply.

"We'll find a use for your little roommate once you have her within
your control. But first things first. Seduce her. Dominate her. Enslave
her."

His tongue ran down her body and she thrusted as it found her nest and
mound of ecstasy.

"If it's what you want," she said, her body quickly out of her control.

"Not just what I want. Do it because you want the POWER!"

"Yes... the power! I'll make her do whatever I want! Yes... YES!" she
cried as the first of many orgasms she would experience that night
swept over her.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"Mioki, are you all right? I've been so worried about you," cried Cathy
hugging her friend and roommate at the door.

"I'm fine Cathy and I want to apologize for staying away so long."

"The last few days have been interminable. Even though you called, I
was still so worried. Darius is quite handsome and obviously talented,
but when you suddenly agreed to stay with him for almost a week..."

"He is a passionate man," remarked Mioki, "in bed and with his art."

Cathy reddened and Mioki could see the first sign that Cathy resented
Darius having Mioki all to himself for the last several nights.

"However, as enjoyable as it was, I found myself drawn back here... to
you."

"To me?" asked the blonde, her heart quickening.

"Why not?" asked Mioki. "After all, even though I have only known you
for a short time, you have shown a caring concern for me, you've been
thoughtful and considerate and besides...  you're very attractive."

"Why don't I fix us some dinner," said Cathy reddening and trying to
change the subject. She found the compliment exciting in a strange sort
of way, yet she was unsure, both of herself and how she should react.

"Great, you rustle us up some cheese and wine and I'll handle dessert,"
responded the dark haired woman, noting the smile and enthusiastic
consent of her roommate.

Mioki lit a couple of candles and dimmed the other lights as they sat
across from each other at the small table.

"Oooooh, expecting company?" chided Cathy laughingly, noting the
romantic atmosphere as she poured the wine.

"Yours is all the company I want," smiled Mioki, again noticing her
roommate reddening and avoiding her eyes.

They made small talk for the next few minutes, Mioki refilling Cathy's
glass. She knew the blonde was not a drinker and that the wine would
soon begin to take effect.

As they laughed and shared some personal stories from childhood, Cathy
began to feel a delicious lightness. She found herself opening up to
her beautiful roommate with anecdotes, some quite embarrassing which
she would never have dreamed of telling anyone else. She realized it
was the wine, but the feeling was pleasant as well as Mioki's company
so she accepted yet another refill.

"Dessert?' asked Mioki.

"Oh, grapes. I love grapes," smiled Cathy as Mioki brought the plate to
the table.

"Here let me," offered Mioki, plucking a single grape and reaching
across the table to sensuously rub it across Cathy's lips before
allowing it to enter her mouth.

"You're a lovely women, Cathy."

Again the roommate's heart pounded, but this time she summoned up the
courage to meet Mioki's eyes.

"I think you're the most beautiful woman I have ever known," she
responded.

Mioki held out another grape. Cathy leaned forward to take it in her
anxiously awaiting lips, but Mioki pulled it back at the last second.

"Ah, ah, ah," she smiled flirtatiously, "you'll have to earn it."

Cathy followed as she was led to the front room couch where they sat
near each other. Her head slightly abuzz from the wine, not sure
exactly what was happening, but enjoying the moment, Cathy again leaned
forward as Mioki teased her with another grape.

"And just how do I earn it?" giggled the blonde.

"You have to come get it," said Mioki, her eyes now transitioning from
playful to seductive as she placed the grape in her own pouting lips.

Cathy, who had also been smiling, hesitated.

"What's the matter?" asked Mioki.

"It's... it's just that I've... I've never..."

"Come on Cathy, don't be afraid. I won't bite. You might even like it."

"The almond eyed beauty replaced the grape between her lips.

Cautiously, her breathing beginning to become shallower and her heart
pounding, Cathy slowly bent forward.

She felt the delicate softness of Mioki's lips and instantly her heart
was racing. The kiss was at first a mere brushing of lips but instead
of backing away, she found herself wanting more, allowing Mioki to
press their lips firmly together. She accepted the grape from her
roommate whose tongue followed. Cathy was, at first, aghast at the
thought of what they were doing, but Mioki's tongue felt so wonderful,
so passionate, she opened her mouth to give her temptress access. They
were both now breathing hard as Mioki embraced the blonde, drawing them
together.

"Mioki, I..." started Cathy, as they momentarily gasped for air.

"Don't fight me. I'll give you what we both know you want, Cathy, but
you've got to give yourself to me."

"I'm... I'm just not sure..."

"Not sure?" asked her seductress as a hand suddenly rested upon her
breast. Even through the sweater the moment was electric.

"Ooooooh..."

"Not sure, Cathy?" as she began kissing the neck of the lovely blonde
as her hands roamed under the sweater, unsnapping the bra.

"Oh, no I couldn..."

But Cathy was quickly nearing the point at which stopping would be
impossible. Her mind refused to clear, thoughts were overwhelmed with
emotion. Her nest was wet and her body was screaming to surrender to
what she now realized she had wanted since the day she had first met
Mioki.

"We... we shouldn..."

"Admit it," cooed Mioki, slipping Cathy's shoes off and stroking her
legs sensuously and unbuttoning the skirt, "It's what we both have
wanted from the start."

"But..."

"No buts, just let me see you!"

"I'm not sure of this at all..." stammered Cathy hesitantly, yet her
arms came upward to discard sweater and bra.

"Your breasts are lovely, Cathy," said her seductress and they kissed
again, even more passionately.

"...No..." whined the previously demure woman as Mioki slid the skirt
down and off leaving her in panties only, nearly petrified, yet excited
beyond measure.

Mioki was amazed that it was so easy. She had, of course, been putty in
the hands of Claudia, but after all Claudia was so much older, so much
more experienced. Yet her plan was proceeding perfectly. It was all as
Claudia had said it would be. The naivete and inexperience of her
roommate was exposing her vulnerabilities which Mioki could then
exploit. The girl was reacting exactly as Claudia had said she would --
frightened, yet burning with desire.

"Here, help me," breathed the seductress, beginning to disrobe.

Cathy found herself reaching to unbutton the blouse, unhook the bra and
help her roommate out of the tight fitting jeans. She gasped slightly
at the nipple rings, but as Mioki's lips again explored her body, Cathy
felt dreamlike, her body responding to the kisses and caresses of the
dark haired temptress as her temperature rose and her nest sought
fulfillment.

"Take them off," urged Mioki. "Let me see you."

"I... I..."

"Take them off, I said!" the words were not cold, but they were
commanding and Cathy's hands unthinkingly slid down the bright blue
briefs. She squirmed under the approving eye of Mioki.

"And now mine!" commanded the smaller, yet far more powerful of the two
women.

The blonde was spellbound, gazing at the coal black nest hair, pouting
lips and the small golden ring. Cathy could no longer resist.

Mioki reversed position and the two women were now in the classic
sixty-nine position with Mioki on top.

"Want me?" urged Mioki.

"Oh Mioki, I've never wanted anything so badly in my life!"

"Then here, come get it," said Mioki placing a grape between her labial
lips.

The moment was electric as Cathy felt Mioki's lips kiss her vagina. The
tongue was in her instantly and as it began playing over her clitoris,
reason and modesty deserted her.

"Yes, Yes, YES!" she cried opening her mouth as her tongue reached to
part the pierced, dripping lips, only inches away, which promised such
pleasure. She tried to cry out as the first orgasm hit her but her face
was buried too deeply in her lover's nest.


CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The two naked bodies lay entwined on the couch some two hours later.
Cathy, like a small child, lay suckling Mioki's nipple as her
seductress ran her hand slowly through the blonde's hair.

"I love being with you, Mioki," whispered Cathy

"Of course and you're a beautiful and desirable woman yourself."

"No, I mean I LOVE you. I want to be with you... forever."

"Isn't it a bit soon..." started Mioki, letting the other woman
interrupt just as she knew she would.

"It isn't too soon to know I've never felt this way about anyone
before."

"And you want us to live happily ever after?" smiled Mioki.

"And what's wrong with that. This isn't twenty years ago. Women do live
with women now. There's even a state or two where we could..."

"My dear Cathy," interrupted Mioki smiling, not even realizing she was
using the same epithet as that which Darius often used with her, "are
you proposing marriage?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but I know I love you Mioki, and I want to
spend my life with you."

"Do you Cathy? Do you really?"

"Yes, of course, you know I do" gushed the blonde.

"I can be quite demanding, Cathy. I have very unusual tastes in
lovemaking. I would expect a lot from you."

"Haven't I given myself to you already this evening?"

"Yes and your body was very satisfying to taste, but I have other
needs, Cathy, needs which will place great demands upon you."

"I'll do whatever you want me to,"' pleaded the woman as she played
into the hands of the other.

"Will you Cathy? Will you really?"

"I'll do anything!" begged the blonde.

"Very well," said Mioki getting up, "we shall see."

The young dark haired woman disappeared into the bedroom but was back
within a minute or two. Cathy actually gasped aloud when she saw Mioki
wearing the strap-on dildo. The harness was black leather which matched
the color of the huge rubber phallus which protruded almost fourteen
inches.

The command was soft spoken but unmistakable in its intent.

"Spread your legs Cathy."

Her eyes grew even larger as Mioki neared and the magnitude of what she
was being asked to do hit home with Cathy.

"Mioki, I don't think I can..."

"Refusing already? "

"But... I'm a virgin."

"So you want to spend your life with me but give your virginity to
someone else?"

"No, it's just that..."

Mioki gently laid on top of her sexual conquest.

"Make up you mind Cathy," she breathed as she began nibbling at Cathy's
ear and positioned the dildo against the blonde's vaginal lips, "you
can keep your precious virginity and I will move out tomorrow, or you
can give me what I want and I will give you a night you will never
forget. Now which will it be?"

Mioki kissed her passionately, her hands squeezing Cathy's breasts and
nipples bringing the girl to arousal once again.

"I could take you right now Cathy," she said rubbing the phallus up and
down against the roommate's nest, "but I want this to be your choice."

Cathy was beside herself again with desire, her body shivering with
anticipation, reason deserting her once again as Mioki's tongue drove
deeply into her mouth and throat.

"Tell me you want it Cathy!"

The blonde was moaning now, near the breaking point.

Mioki thought to herself, say it and before the night is over I'll take
your virginity from your pussy, your ass and your mouth. And what's
more, you'll belong to me, just as Darius said you would.

"Say it Cathy!"

In total surrender, the desperate and frenzied woman screamed.

"Yes, Mioki, take me! Take me!"

As the dildo entered her and met the resistance of her hymen, the eyes
of the two women met.

"I'm yours, Mioki, FUCK ME!" cried Cathy as her virginity was split
asunder.


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

A week later, Darius and Mioki lay together in his bed, their naked
bodies resting after an especially vigorous round of copulating.

"How did you know?" asked Mioki.

"Know...?"

"Know that Cathy could be seduced and enslaved so easily. She follows
me around now like a puppy, just waiting to do favors for me."

"Cathy is no different from most women. Few could resist you Mioki. You
are a captivating and irresistible woman."

"Very flattering, but how did you know her surrender would be so
complete."

"That first night when she accompanied you, I sensed something, a deep
seated need to be accepted... and then dominated."

"Have you lost respect for me, Darius?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"When I began to realize how easily Cathy could be seduced, how quickly
she could be made into a door mat if I wanted, I found myself losing
respect for her. Oh, she 's still a sweet girl, but, I guess it's just
that, she's more like a little girl than a real woman. She wants to be
controlled, told what to do. Am I like her, Darius?"

"Not at all," he lied. "I haven't attempted to dominate you, wouldn't
want to. Seduce you? Yes, absolutely. Few women are as beautiful or as
enthusiastic in their lovemaking as you, Mioki and you are quickly
learning to reap the benefits of a life where provincial mores, morals
and the confines of conscience can be discarded. You are beginning to
LIVE, Mioki, and I love you for it."

Convincing herself that his answer was satisfactory, she snuggled
against his chest.

"What about Cathy? Enslaving her was a bit of fun, but having her
constantly begging and whining for my affection is getting old. She
thinks right now I'm at an art gallery exhibit. I had to order her to
stay home or she would be at my heels right now."

"Well, let's see, we have here a young, inexperienced, woman who
desires to be enslaved and didn't you tell me she works in a pet
store?"

"Yes, she loves animals."

"Then I have the perfect solution," he smiled. "There is someone
visiting our city who might be very pleased to make her acquaintance.
Bring her to the mansion where you received your first training at
eight tonight."

"You aren't going to hurt her?"

"There goes that sentimentalism again. As if you should care. She's a
conquest, Mioki. A now worrisome conquest of whom you need to be rid;
but, no, she will not be injured in any real way. As a matter of fact,"
he said with a gleam in his eye, "if all works out well this evening,
both you and Cathy will find exactly what you need and want."


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"But why would Darius invite us to dinner?" asked Cathy suspiciously as
they stepped up to the large front door and Mioki ran the doorbell.

"He's a good loser Cathy," lied Mioki. "When I told him you and I were
going to be life mates, he graciously invited the two of us to dinner
to wish us well."

The blonde looked down at the skin tight blouse and mini skirt she
wore. She had to admit the spike heels did make her feel more alluring,
even if they were uncomfortable.

"But why wouldn't you let me wear a bra or panties?"

"First Cathy, you don't question what I tell you to do."

The blonde looked down in shame, afraid she had offended her
lover/mistress.

"And if you must know, it makes me hot to see those perky nipples
showing through your blouse just like they're doing right now."

Cathy blushed, but smiled that Mioki was pleased.

"Plus, I like the idea of having you so available to me. With that mini
skirt and no panties, I can put my finger into you any time I want."

"I'm wet for you right now, Mioki. Let's just go home and you can have
it all night."

"Later. Right now Darius has some friends he wants us to meet."

The door opened and the two women entered. The door had no more than
closed behind them when a pair of strong arms grabbed Cathy from behind
pinning her helplessly as a second man quickly gagged and bound her.
She was then carried into a chamber where her body was draped, face
down, across a cushioned rail, obviously designed for the purpose which
it was about to serve. The blonde was frantically struggling to no
avail and her screams were muted by the soft, yet effective gag in her
mouth. The two men stripped her naked then stepped back as Darius and a
tall, swarthy man entered the room. He was dressed in the long robed
attire of the Middle East.

"Mioki," said Darius, " I would like to introduce Al Fah Karim. He is
the son of the Sheik of... well let's just say a very wealthy country."

"Charmed," he said kissing her hand gallantly, but his eyes were
lustful. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Mioki, his eyes
having played up and down her body more than once, he turned to Darius.

"You have something for me?"

"As you can see," replied Darius, motioning to Mioki's roommate who lay
motionless, realizing her struggles were to no avail.

"Ah, a blonde...  a natural blonde," he said inspecting Cathy's nest
hair.

"The way I think you said you... preferred."

Darius motioned for Mioki who stood beside him.

"Well, I shall try out the...  merchandise and if it suits me we shall
negotiate upon your return," said the handsome stranger.

"Of course.We will have a delicious dinner while you also shall be
feasting," smiled Darius. "Shall we say a couple of hours."

"Make it three."

"As you wish," replied Darius taking Mioki's hand and heading for the
door as Al Fah Karim withdrew the leather whip from his robe.


CHAPTER NINETEEN

It was almost eleven-thirty when Darius and Mioki reentered the house
to see the dog riding the young woman mercilessly, her whimpers those
of a woman, her spirit broken. Draped across a low stool, her arms and
legs had earlier been chained. That was no longer necessary, however,
as much like a horse broken to saddle, the young woman was now
accepting her fate without resisting. She grunted as the Labrador
thrusted especially vigorously, but made no attempt to scream, her gag
no longer in place.

"Her fifth mount of the night," smiled the Sheik's son. "She is young
and inexperienced, but she was easily broken, I hardly had to use the
whip at all, and she is proving to be easy to train."

Darius and Mioki noticed the lash marks on her back and buttocks.

The Arab turned to the blonde.

"Take his knot!"

Almost without hesitation, she reached back to grab her cheeks to pull
herself open even further. The dog responded with a massive thrust and
his knot disappeared into her.

"Fuck him! Make him come in you!" the foreigner commanded.

Cathy began thrusting backward to match the forward thrusts of the Lab.
The intensity of both increased until, as the three watched, the dog
thrusted and held while his semen spurted inside his bitch who emitted
a gasping whine as she too, climaxed.

"As you can see, she cannot yet control her orgasms, but that will come
with further training."

"Then you are pleased with the merchandise?" asked Darius.

"I find her acceptable. She is not as beautiful as your lovely
companion," he said again fixing his gaze on Mioki, who squirmed a bit
uncomfortably, despite trying not to give the man that satisfaction,
"but she will make an adequate addition to our collection. She was
easily broken to the dogs. We may keep her exclusively for animal
entertainment. What is your price?"

"She isn't mine. She belongs to Mioki." smiled Darius.

The stranger was momentarily taken aback. In his society women were
often bought and sold, but by men, not by other women. However, he
smiled as he looked to his feminine adversary.

"What is your price?"

At dinner, Darius had told her that bargaining was an entrenched and
endeared part of the man's culture. He advised her that blondes were
much in demand and she could expect to get four hundred thousand,
perhaps a half million for her roommate. Determined to prove to Darius
her power of negotiation as well as seduction, Mioki looked the Arab
straight in the eye.

"One million," she said.

He laughed. "She needs training."

"She is blonde, pretty and tight," smiled back Mioki. "The price is one
million."

"Only because of your rare beauty, I will offer six hundred thousand,
not a penny more."

"Eight hundred thousand," responded Mioki.

"Seven," he countered. Mioki glanced briefly at Cathy and tried to
ignore the tears in the blondes eyes.

"Seven hundred and fifty," she counter offered.

He looked at her and smiled.

What you are asking for is a great deal of money," he said looking to
Darius, "perhaps you would be willing to, as you Americans call it,
sweeten the deal?"

"What do you have in mind?" asked Darius.

"Your companion -- me-- there!" he said, pointing to the bedroom.

"As I said before, this is her merchandise and her deal to make,"
replied Darius as he and Al Fah Karim turned to Mioki.

She didn't at all like the look in this stranger's eyes, but Mioki
wanted very badly to show Darius how strong she could be and to what
lengths she was willing to go to win.

"Seven hundred fifty thousand?" she asked for confirmation.

"Done!" he said taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.

****************************************

When they reemerged some time later, the Middle Easterner was smiling
broadly.

"I will give you two million for this one," he offered.

"Sorry, not for sale!" replied Darius.

"Three! She is the most enthusiastic and inventive lover I have ever
encountered."

"I know. That is precisely why she is not for sale."

Mioki took Darius's arm and smiled at the stranger.

"Satisfied?" she asked, smiling coyly.

"Immeasurably, my lovely little vixen. Your money shall be on deposit
first thing in the morning."

"Be sure the account is in her name," directed Darius.

"As you wish," replied the Sheik's son.

The dog had finally been able to dismount the object of their
negotiation. As Darius and Mioki again prepared to leave, Cathy's eyes
caught those of Mioki. She knew she could say nothing, would be whipped
if she did, but the unspoken supplication was not lost on her black
haired mistress. Tears filled Cathy's eyes as she realized that the
lifetime of joy and happiness she was expecting had, in one evening,
been cruelly denied her. Her world was crumbling and the one person she
had loved, had trusted, had just sold that love and trust for money.
Her eyes seemed to ask why, but Mioki could give no answer. She could
only look away as she and Darius again departed.

"What will happen to her?" Asked Mioki as they strode down the long
front walk.

"In less than an hour she will be on a private jet heading for the
Middle East."

"Will she be all right?"

"She will find complete happiness as a sex slave to the Sheik and his
son, even if she doesn't realize that now," lied Darius. "She will be
pampered and live a life of luxury where she will find great
satisfaction in serving her owners. What more could she want?" he asked
smiling.

I hope you're right, she thought to herself as his arm went around her
waist, I do so hope you're right.


CHAPTER TWENTY

As the luxury car pulled into the driveway, bringing them home from a
nightcap at a small but posh restaurant, Darius looked over at his
companion.

"You've been rather pensive tonight."

"I just can't get get that image out of my head -- Cathy with those
tears rolling down her cheeks."

"Mioki, you sold her. You didn't have to. You could have kept her for
yourself or simply turned her loose, but you didn't. You negotiated
well with Al Fah Karim, getting a far better price than I ever thought
you could. You are rich, Mioki, rich! Now move on. There are other
conquests to be made..."

"Other bodies to be sold?" she asked.

"If that is what it takes! The world demands you be strong, Mioki. If
you can't be strong, the world will devour you... and I have nothing
left to teach you."

The implied threat was more than enough to startle her into awareness
that she still might lose Darius. Fail to amuse him, fail to show him
strength and he would, no doubt, walk out on her just as they had done
to Cathy earlier this evening.

"I'm sorry," she said. "You're right. I have to be strong. I can't let
anything or anyone get in the way of what I want."

"Now that sounds like the Mioki I know. Here," he said, handing her a
gift wrapped package.

"May I open it?"

"Of course."

She tore quickly into the package. It was a black sheer bra and thong
set, designed to hide virtually nothing with matching spike high heels
the straps of which wound almost to the knee.

"Naughty, naughty," smiled Mioki.

"Why don't you try it on?"

"I will do that as soon as we are inside."

************************************

Darius lay in bed, wearing only the low cut briefs which Mioki liked so
much. Mioki emerged from the other room wearing the outfit. His
erection was full almost instantly as she posed for him. The material
was extremely sheer, her breasts and pubic hair clearly visible, the
thong string hiding nothing of her rear and the heels pitching her
forward just enough to accentuate her already gorgeous body. He held
out his arms and she joined him on the bed.

"I love you Darius, as I never ever thought I could love anyone. Please
don't ever doubt that. I know I disappoint you sometimes by showing
concern..."

"Small transgressions which will disappear as you learn to take from
life what you want. You are beautiful and intelligent and I enjoy your
company."
He looked deeply into her eyes.

"Could you be happy with me, Mioki... forever."

"I don't..."

He smiled as he produced a small box. Her eyes flew open and she
audibly gasped as she saw the contents.

"Oh Darius...!"

"Marry me Mioki. Be my bride and my lover!"

"Yes! Yes!," she cried without hesitation. The proposal had come as a
complete surprise, but one Mioki had secretly been hoping for since she
had fallen in love with the handsome, magnetic man.

He slipped the magnificent diamond on her finger and then produced a
second smaller box whose contents puzzled the young woman for a moment.
A second, much smaller, but otherwise identical ring lay among the
velvet.

"This makes it absolutely official," he grinned.

Suddenly understanding, Mioki slipped the thong down and off. He fitted
the small ring to her labial ring. She stood and they both smiled to
see the small diamond dangle from the slightly larger ring.

"Darius, this is the happiest day of my life!" she exclaimed as they
embraced. Other items of clothing were soon discarded and as she sat
astride him pumping his massive rod inside her, she was climaxing
within seconds.

"Yes come to me my little bride to be! Come to me!" he commanded as the
orgasms swept over her in multiples.


CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Mioki was delighted that Darius had agreed to their being married in
her Wyoming home town. They were winging their way there now to spend
the weekend with her parents and brother, she already having called
them to break the news. They had both agreed to a small, private
wedding, only her family and a couple of her closest friends to be in
attendance. Darius had informed her he had no family but had endeared
her by asking if her brother Tachi would stand as his best man.

Mioki looked out of the airliner at the Wyoming sunset, the billowing
clouds and array of colours adding brilliance to the distant mountains.

"I've never been happier," she whispered in his ear.

"Nor I," he replied honestly as he considered how well his plan was
unfolding.

"There are so many things we haven't even discussed," she said a bit
pensively.

"Oh?"

"Well, children for one," she said, apprehensive that Darius might feel
that children would not fit into their lifestyle.

"Well, the weekend is going to be sort of busy, so I suggest we get
started tonight."

She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, oblivious to
the stares of the other passengers.

**********************************

It had been a full day, the plane trip, Darius meeting and charming her
family and friends, last minute plans for the wedding which was to take
place on Sunday. They now occupied a guest bedroom at the Tanaka home.
Each had been provided a separate bedroom by her parents, but Mioki had
sneaked into Darius's room after the others had retired for the night.
Mioki lay beneath him, her delicate body dwarfed by his massive frame.

"You weren't just teasing me about having a baby were you?" she asked.

"Not at all," he responded, "however, I also think it time we proceeded
with your education."

"What would you like me to do?" she asked.

"Since you want something very special," he commented, referring to
their conceiving a baby together, "perhaps I should ask for something
special as well."

"Anything," she said smiling, "do you want me to seduce the minister
who will be performing the ceremony?"

"A tempting suggestion, but one that offers you little challenge. No, I
think we need to set a most difficult test indeed. Other than myself,
who would you say you care most about?"

"My mother and father and brother without a doubt."

"You love them deeply and they love you?"

"Of course."

"Do you think it possible that you could love them even more?" he said
with a sardonic smile.

"I don't know what...?"

Mioki paled.

"My God Darius, you can't mean..."

"Today is Thursday. That gives you two days before the wedding to
provide a little something special for Mama, Papa and brother."

"Darius, I can't..."

"Can't or won't?"

"What you are asking is unthinkable. I have done many things to prove
my love to you, some of them despicable, but this..."

"Is simply another lesson in taking what you want. Your father is a
good looking man and your mother is still quite beautiful, and, of
course, I don't have to tell you about the looks your brother gave you
at dinner tonight."

"Stop it, please. Ask anything else of me and I will do it gladly, but
this I just will not do."

"Too bad,'" he commented. "I was looking forward to a life with you
Mioki. A life unbridled by convention, where we could experience
whatever we wished and take from the world the pleasures we desired."

"Darius, please..." she was beginning to beg, sensing what was slipping
from her grasp.

"If you cannot learn to grab and use power Mioki, you will drown in a
sea of conformity and meaningless values."

"But what you ask..."

"Is a challenge,nothing more. Three conquests to prove you can and will
turn conditions and situations to your own benefit."

"But what benefit is there to seducing my parents and brother?"

"I thought that was rather obvious," he said getting up and moving to
the chair where he began to dress. "Perhaps I should stay at a motel
tonight, I can fly back tomorrow."

"No! Please!" she wailed.

"Then decide Mioki! Do this for me and our dreams will come true,
marriage, a child, a life together. But if those are not important
enough..."

"You know I want them more than life itself," she said through tears.

"Well then?" he asked somewhat impatiently.

"...I... I'll do it." her voice was low, almost inaudible.

"I don't think I quite heard that."

"I said I'll do it. I will seduce my parents and brother to prove how
much I am willing to do for you."

"And for the power it brings."

"Yes, and for the power," she repeated.

He undressed and came back to bed, smiling. His mouth covered hers and
his shaft penetrated her womanhood. As upset as she was, Mioki's body
began responding and in mere seconds the first orgasm rolled over her.

"Us, Mioki, think of us!" he whispered in her ear as he continued to
shaft her.

"Yes," she whispered back, romantic scenes of love and sensual pleasure
playing out in her mind.

"Think what will be ours," his low intonation continued.

Images of a honeymoon in Rome and Venice began crowding out the
unpleasantries of moments ago. She orgasmed again as he continued to
fill her with cock.

"Think of the power," his whisper urged.

Flashes of Claudia and her lessons strobed across her consciousness.
The deliciousness of negotiating for the sale of Cathy titillated her,
wetting her nest further to receive the impaling she was receiving. She
would do it, there was no longer any doubt in her mind as she grunted
with the pleasure of yet another climax. She could, she would deny this
man nothing for it was a small price to pay for what she received from
him. She would do it to prove herself worthy of him. And with that, her
mind became filled with erotic visions of her parents and brother as
Darius again whispered in her ear.

"Want your baby, Mioki?"

"Yes, please come in me Darius. Give me your child!"

As Mioki approached another climax, Darius released the self control he
had exercised so well thus far. He felt her vagina tighten then open to
accept his seed as his grunt of pleasure matched her own and he filled
her womb with a seemingly unending flow of semen.

Unbeknown to Mioki Tanaka, his virile seed quickly found and penetrated
her egg and a tiny life began growing within her.


CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

The next morning Mioki's father invited the prospective bride and groom
for a horse ride to show Darius the ranch. Tachi also asked to join
them. Mioki thought with an inward smile that Darius was probably right
about her brother. She had caught him twice sneaking peeks at her when
he thought she didn't know and although he had quickly averted his eyes
when she had turned to face him, she was aware of his somewhat more
than brotherly interest. Since he was already somewhat inclined in that
direction, she determined he would be her first seduction.

Her mother had declined to go riding, indicating she needed to prepare
lunch and would have it ready when they returned. So the four entered
the stable where Tachi and his father saddled the horses. As they were
leading the horses out, Mioki suddenly started looking frantically
around.

"What is it," asked her father.

"My watch. I've lost my watch. I know I must have dropped it in the
stable because I remember checking the time just before we came in."

"We'll help you look for it," offered Darius, playing along.

"No, why don't you and Dad go ahead. Tachi, would you mind to help me
find it. We can catch up later."

"Sure Sis, no problem," said the brother leading his and her horses
back to the stalls.

"Sure we can't help?" asked her father.

"No, it's OK. You and Darius go ahead. We're bound to find it soon and
then we'll join you."

"OK," said the older Tanaka as he and Darius rode off.

Mioki and Tachi were now alone in the stable. As he came walking back
he stopped when he saw her holding up the watch.

"Oh, you found it."

"No, actually it was in my pocket the whole time."

"I don't get it,' he said, watching his sister walk over to a fresh
pile of straw.

"Not so far, but, who knows, you might get lucky," Mioki smiled
seductively.

"Mioki, what's going on?"

"Oh, nothing that we both know hasn't been going on for a long time.
You see brother, I've noticed the looks you've given me since we
arrived."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh yes you do. They're the same looks you used to give me back when we
were kids."

"Look, that was a long time ago and besides..."

"Like what you see brother?" teased Mioki, poking out her rear which,
in the tight jeans she wore, offered an enticing view for Tachi.

"Mioki!" he uttered, shocked.

"Come on," she laughed, "you know you've wanted in my pants for years."

"Look, Sis, I admit I've always admired what a beauti..."

"Don't give me that stuff. You've wanted to do a lot more than look.
Truth is, I always thought you were pretty hot yourself."

"You did?" he replied, summoning the courage to move closer.

"Yeah, I remember plenty of nights when our rooms used to be next to
each other. I'd lie there and listen to you jerk yourself off and wish
it was me instead of your hand dishing out the pleasure."

"Really?" he asked, embarrassed, yet feeling his own pants beginning to
bulge.

Mioki began unbuttoning her shirt.

"In two days I'm going to marry Darius. I intend to be faithful to him.
But I'm not married yet and I just can't bear to go through the rest of
my life wondering what it would have been like, wondering how good you
would have been," she said as she pulled off her shirt revealing her
breasts since she wore no bra. She cupped her breasts and pursed her
lips and noticed his erection was now full and bulging his pants.

"So now's our chance Tachi. We'll probably never have this opportunity
again."

Her boots and jeans were peeled and discarded tantalizingly by the
brown eyed beauty who then laid back on the straw and slowly lowered
her panties.

"Sis this is wro..."

"This is what we both want," she interrupted. "Or are you just a voyeur
who looks but doesn't have the guts to take it when the opportunity
arises?"

He was out of his clothes within seconds.

"I have to admit," he said as his hands roamed over her naked body,
"I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Then don't waste any more time, Tachi. Get it in. Ahhhhhh... yes! Now
fuck me Tachi! That's it! Yes, deeper Tachi! Deeper, harder. That's it,
fuck me! Fuck your sister! Yes, I love it Tachi. I love being fucked by
my brother's cock! Make me come, Tachi, MAKE ME COME!"


CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

That evening Mioki was delighted to hear her father suggest that he,
Darius and Tachi drive into town for drinks at the local pub so he
could introduce his soon to be son-in-law to his friends.

"Now don't wait up. We've got some serious drinking to do," laughed her
father as the three got into the family pick-up truck and drove off.

Mioki and her mother finished the dishes went into the living room to
relax and chat. Her mother although almost forty-two, was still quite
fit and attractive, simply a well aged version of her beautiful
daughter. Her face still claimed the classic Asian almond eyes of
sparkling brown with a body, slightly taller than her daughter's, her
breasts and hips slightly larger, her legs still quite shapely. After a
few minutes of typical girl chat there was a pause as Mioki looked to
her mother with a troubled expression.

"What is it honey? What's wrong?"

Mioki made sure her voice sounded hesitant.

"I...  don't know how to say this to you."

"We've never had trouble talking to each other. Besides," said the
older Tanaka smiling gently, "that's what moms are for, right?"

"I... I guess so. It's just that it's so... personal."

Her mother, hearing the seriousness in her daughter's voice, moved
closer and put her arm around Mioki, stroking her hair much as she had
done when her daughter was much younger.

"I... I'm not sure I can marry Darius."

"What? Why not?"

"Because... because... oh I just can't!"

"You can tell me anything Mioki," said the soft spoken voice.

"Mom... I... I... I think I may be lesbian!" she blurted out.

Her mother's mouth dropped open in surprise for only a moment.

"Why do you think that?"

"I have these feelings for my roommate."

"Is this the Cathy you told me had moved in and then moved out again so
quickly?"

"Yes... she told me she loved me and begged me not to marry Darius, but
when I told her I was going through with it, she packed up and left. I
know I hurt her deeply."

"But simply because you chose Darius..."

"That's not all. She told me she loved me and wanted us to have our own
private marriage ceremony."

"But what she wanted is not..."

"You don't understand! She kissed me... and I kissed her back. Her kiss
was different than Darius's. His are strong and powerful while her kiss
was soft, tender and sweet. I can't get her out of my mind. I keep
wondering if maybe it's her love I really want."

"Perhaps it's just infatuation. Something very new and different and
therefore exciting."

"But that's the point Mom. I know you and Dad wouldn't approve, but
I've been to bed with Darius. He's a wonderful lover, but then why
can't I forget Cathy? In my mind, why do I keep tasting her lips and
wanting more?"

Mioki's mother held her daughter's head in her hands, looking her
directly in the eye.

"...Perhaps because every woman has wondered the same thing at some
point in her life. Our needs are so different from those of men that we
are almost bound to wonder if a woman couldn't provide those needs
better than a man."

"You mean you...?" asked Mioki.

"It... was a long time ago. You father and I had only been married for
a year or so. We were having problems with our marriage. We had
borrowed heavily against the ranch and the payments were breaking our
backs. Your father was preoccupied with the finances and the fear of
losing the ranch. We argued. We withdrew from each other. He had an
affair with a woman who worked at the bank. I felt unloved. I could not
bring myself to be with another man, even knowing what was going on,
and so I grew desperate. When I met Danielle who worked in a clothing
store in town, I was at a low point in my life. She sensed what I
needed and was there for me in every way."

"You made love?" asked Mioki feigning astonishment.

"Yes, she was wonderful. I fell in love with her, was ready to leave
your father, but she, wisely, told me to take the time necessary to
make the right decision. She told me to decide whose bed I wished to
sleep in for the rest of my life."

"And you chose Dad."

"I almost didn't, but he and I sat down and we both talked it through.
He gave up the bank teller and I gave up Danielle."

"But that's my point. You had slept with them both. You had some basis
to decide."

"The decision was based upon a lot more than just whose body gave me
the more pleasure."

"I know, but I long to hold her again, kiss her... I can't bear the
thoughts of getting married, even to a man as wonderful as Darius,
without knowing what it could be like with a woman."

"Then call her."

"I have no idea at the moment where she is and the wedding is day after
tomorrow," Mioki sobbed.

"Perhaps you should postpone the wedding."

"With the plans already made? And what would I tell Darius?"

"Then I don't see how..."

"Mom...  show me!" said Mioki putting her arms around the older woman.

"Mioki!"

"Just this once! You know what it's like!

"Mioki, do you realize what you are...?"

"You showed me how to kiss once, remember?"

"...But honey, that was just before the prom. You asked me to show you
how to kiss a boy."

"But mom, your lips were warm and tender then, I know they're just as
tender now."

"Mioki... I couldn't..."

"But don't you see Mom, it's really no different. You showed me then
how to be a woman for a man."

"But that was simply a kiss. What you are suggesting..."

"Is to show me how to be a woman... for a woman."

"Mioki, I can't!"

"Oh, so I'm not beautiful enough to attract you."

"Of course you are! Honey you've grown into a beautiful woman."

"Then just forget our relationship and relate to me as one beautiful
woman to another."

"I don't think I could."

"Not even if I kiss you like this?" asked Mioki letting her lips brush
those of her mother.

"Mioki, I..."

The kiss this time was more lingering and their lips were soft and warm
for each other.

"Honey, don't..." but Mioki's kiss this time was urgent and more
powerful.

"Show me Nikita!" urged the daughter using her mother's first name.
"Show me what it's like to taste the lips and the body of a beautiful
woman!"

Mioki's hands brought those of her mother to her breasts. She wore no
bra under the blouse and despite herself, Nikita found her hands
caressing, kneading the soft mounds and the erect nipples of the
sensuous woman who moments ago she thought of only as her daughter.

Nikita found her pulse quickening. Despite herself, her hands slid
inside the blouse and found the flesh of her daughter's breasts.

"Ohhhhhh, your hands feel wonderful," breathed Mioki.

"We shouldn't..." was all her mother could utter before Mioki's hands
slipped inside her blouse unsnapping the bra and finding the older 
woman's breasts, nipples now erect with sensuous arousal.

"Honey, don't..." pleaded her mother as Mioki slid her own jeans down
and off leaving her only in an abbreviated thong.

"Touch me, please!" pleaded the daughter, placing her mother's hand 
between her legs.

Nikita felt the wetness through her daughter's panties. Old desires,
long repressed began to boil within her. Her body temperature soared.
Images of a woman's body from long ago burned across her consciousness.
Her heart was pounding as she discarded her own blouse and skirt to the
urgent pleadings of the lovely young woman who lay back on the sofa and
raised her arms to embrace her. They lay together, their kisses long
and deep.

"Take them off me Momma, please!" implored the younger woman thrusting
her hips upward to give her mother access. Nikita gasped to once again,
after all these years, gaze upon the glistening nest of a woman in need
as her daughter's panties came away so easily.

"Now you!" urged Mioki as the older woman allowed the daughter to pull
her briefs down and off.

"You're beautiful Momma!"

"And so are you Mioki. I never realized until this moment just how
beautiful."

"Touch me Momma, please! Ohhhhh, yes! Your fingers feel so good! Here,
let me touch you as well!"

Hands and fingers explored naked bodies, darting in and out, pinching,
caressing. both women were now at a fever pitch. Both were rapidly
losing control.

"The bedroom," gasped Mioki, grabbing her mother's hand and leading her
to a spare bedroom where the young daughter lay on her back, spread
eagled herself and eagerly accepted the body which lay inverted atop
her. As two tongues traced their way through coal black nest hair, two
sets of labial lips parted to accept the passionate kisses which would
drive both women to frenzied release again and again for the next three
hours.

**************************************

They lay in each other's arms, naked bodies still entwined.

"We had better get dressed," said Nikita softly, leaving the arms of
her daughter.

"Make love to me again Momma," implored Mioki, thrusting her nest
upward in a seductive pose.

"No Mioki, the men will be returning soon."

Mioki found herself sated sexually, yet the seduction of her mother
unsatisfying. Something was different from her past conquests, but she
was not sure what.

"Momma, if you like, we could do this aga..."

"No Mioki," The voice was soft and loving, but firm, "this will never
happen again."

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"Of course I did. You are a beautiful young woman and a wonderful
lover, but what happened this evening was for you, because you asked.
Oh, I admit I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did, but I allowed
this to happen for you Mioki, because I love you, because you had
questions which, tonight, only I could answer, needs that only I could
fulfill. Well, now the questions are answered, the needs met. But it is
you who must now decide who you want, Darius or Cathy."

"What if I want you?" asked the girl, trying one last time to asset
control over this woman who had never done anything except give
unselfishly of herself for her husband and children.

"I have a life Mioki. My life is with your father. We are happy. Make
you own life. Find marital happiness with Darius or Cathy or even
someone else, but, I, am your mother. Tonight, for a brief time, I
allowed myself to become something else for you, but now that time is
over, forever."

"Are you sorry?"

"Sorry that I loved my daughter? Sorry that I have helped her to make
one of the most important decisions in her life? Never! But my role as
lover is over. From this moment. and for the rest of our lives I shall
return to being your mother, to love you and support you and help you
in any way I can to find happiness, but I will do that as your mother."

Strangely, Mioki no longer needed or wanted control. Power, at this
moment, had relinquished its importance.

"I don't think I ever realized just how much you have loved me," said
Mioki quietly, real tears welling in her eyes.

"I have always loved you Mioki and I always will."

They embraced again but this time as mother and daughter.


CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

That night, Darius reminded Mioki that she still had one challenge to
meet. Mioki tried to beg off, but her lover was insistent. It was with
severe feelings of trepidation that Mioki finally fell into a troubled
sleep.

The next afternoon, Tachi indicated that he would be going into town
for supplies. Nikita said she also needed some things and would
accompany him, so Darius, providing Mioki the opportunity to be alone
with her father, asked if he might also come along. They willingly
agreed as it would afford them a further opportunity to get to know
him.

As the truck disappeared around the curve, Mioki went into the house
where she found her father finishing a cup of coffee at the breakfast
table.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Honey," he said looking up.

"There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Daddy, I don't know what to do. I'm afraid I've talked myself into
trouble with Darius."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know by now that Darius is very much a man of the world."

"Yes, he is widely traveled and he seems knowledgeable about a lot of
things."

"Daddy, he's also very knowledgeable about... women."

"Hmmmmm, I see," said the older Tanaka raising an eyebrow," so...?"

"So... I don't know how to say this, Daddy. It's just that he's so
worldly and experienced, I didn't want him to think he was getting a
completely inexperienced virgin for a wife."

"But why wouldn't you? That's one of the greatest gifts you could give
him!"

"But Daddy, when I found out that he has had so many women in his life,
I just had to impress him somehow. I told him I was very experienced as
well. I told him I knew all kinds of techniques and positions which
even he had never tried. Now, tomorrow we are to be married and he'll
find out I am just a virgin with no idea at all how to please a man!"

"Have you talked with your mother?"

"I just couldn't. I need to know how to please a man and I need to know
by tomorrow night."

"I'm not sure what I could tell you..."

"Don't TELL me Daddy, SHOW me!"

"Mioki, I am your father."

"Who better to initiate me with love and understanding and teach me how
to please and pleasure."

"Mioki, all you need do is give yourself to him. If he is as
experienced as you say, he will be delighted that it is your first time
and will lovingly and gently teach you."

Realizing her ploy was not working, Mioki grew desperate to succeed
even though in her heart she detested what she was doing. Only her
insatiable need for acceptance by the man she mindlessly loved drove
her on. She unbuttoned her blouse and stood before him, her breasts
partially visible since she wore no bra.

"I can take this off," she said coyly, trying to assume the role of
seductress.

"As well you should," said her father, walking to her and rebuttoning
the blouse, "tomorrow night, for your husband."

"But, but I..." she stammered.

"Are a beautiful woman," he interrupted. "Intelligent, charming and
talented. No husband could ask for more. Be yourself Mioki. It is you
with whom he has fallen in love and it is you with whom he wants to
make love, not some sexual acrobat. Give him YOU, Mioki. I assure you,
he will not be disappointed and you will not be disappointed with
yourself. Love him and allow him to love you."

His arms went around her.

"I know it can be frightening your first time. It was for your mother
and me. Neither one of us was "worldly. So maybe we didn't qualify for
the book of world records on our first night. But, we were so
surrounded by love that our awkwardness didn't matter. We were in love
and that was everything."

If only Darius believed that, she thought as she returned his hug.

"Daddy, thank you. Thank you for being there, not just today, but
always."

"Hey," he laughed, lightening the atmosphere, "just because my little
girl is getting married tomorrow doesn't mean I stop loving her."

He looked deeply into her eyes.

"No matter what Mioki, you will always be my daughter and I will also
love you."

"And I'll always love you Daddy."

"Now," he said, "how about another cup of coffee?"

*********************************

Darius was not at all pleased to return from town and find that Mioki
had failed.

"I just couldn't make him want me," she pleaded.

"A beautiful twenty one year old couldn't interest a forty five year
old in that body?" he snorted gesturing to her as she stood before him,
her head down in supplication.

"He loves me as a father."

"That isn't the point! If you can't even turn on a middle aged man,
maybe I have overestimated you Mioki. If you can't interest him,
perhaps you can't keep me interested either!"

"Darius, I'll do anything..."

"Then screw him Mioki! Make him want it and SCREW him!" commanded
Darius as he walked out the door of her bedroom.

As she fought back the tears, the young woman began to question, for
the first time, her love for this man who made such demands.

********************************

Later that afternoon, Mioki was heading toward the barn when she heard
Tachi's voice calling her.

"Mioki!"

She turned as he came running up.

"Tachi, I have something I have to tell you..."

"Me first, Sis. I want to tell you I'm sorry about what happened
yesterday. Not you, I mean you were wonderful. It's just that well, I
know that what happened shouldn't have. I don't know what came over
me..."

"Tachi, I was the one who came on to you..."

"Yeah, but it didn't take much coming on to get me rolling in the hay.
I just want you to know that I want only the best for you and Darius. I
hope you're very happy."

A tear glistened in the corner of Mioki's eye.

"We've always been close, Tachi. Oh sure, we've had our brother and
sister arguments, but we've always been there for each other.
Yesterday, I needed something only you could give and you gave it. Boy
did you give it!" she smiled, turning him bright red in embarrassment.
"I guess it was part curiosity and part wanting assurance that I was
good enough for Darius..."

Sis, you don't have to explain. What happened, just happened. I won't
lie and say I'm sorry. You were great. Darius is a very lucky man. But
he is who you want and besides, I have a girl of my own."

"Buddies again?" asked Mioki smiling.

"Buddies forever," he responded, returning the smile.

"Now tell me about this girlfriend," said Mioki throwing her arm over
his shoulder as the two walked away together.

*********************************

Mioki spent most of the afternoon wrestling with her conscience.
Disappointing Darius was simply unthinkable, yet she could not bear the
thoughts of trying to again play the role of seductress with her
father. How could she satisfy Darius's demand without jeopardizing her
relationship with her father. Slowly a plan crystallized. It wasn't
perfect. She would still carry guilt with her for the rest of her life,
but, if it worked, it provided the means to keep the man she loved so
desperately while not sacrificing her relationship with her father.
Tachi, unknowingly assisted her plan by inviting Darius to a bachelor
party in town. The two drove off shortly after supper.

"A glass of wine?" asked Mioki of her parents as they were settling
down in the living room. "No, I'll get it," she said as both father and
mother shook their heads in agreement and her father started to rise.

She picked out a good warm red vintage, opened the bottle and poured.
Also, out of sight of her parents, she opened five capsules of sleeping
medicine and mixed two in her father's glass and the other three in the
glass intended for her mother, which she then served to the
unsuspecting Tanakas. She sipped her own wine slowly and waited as they
talked about the wedding tomorrow and she told them of Darius's
European honeymoon plans. Within a few minutes her father, having
consumed another two glasses of wine was beginning to nod off, excused
himself and went to bed. Nikita wanted very badly to stay up and talk
late into the night with her daughter about Mioki's big day, but no
more than thirty minutes later found her sound asleep on the couch.
Mioki stretched her out comfortably and placed a blanket over her,
waiting a few minutes more to make sure her mother was fast asleep and
unlikely to awaken until morning. She then crept up the stairs to her
parents bedroom, turned out the hall light so the entire upstairs was
in blackness and listened at the door. She could clearly hear her
father's heavy breathing as he slept. Her heart pounding with fear that
somehow the plan would go amiss, she quietly opened the door and crept
into the darkened room. Listening carefully for any sign her father
might awaken, she slipped out of her clothes and approached the bed. A
thin sliver of moonlight streaming through the window slightly
illuminated his face as she looked down upon her sleeping parent.

She gently pulled back the covers and slipped her body next to his. His
hand, even in drugged sleep, went instinctively to her breast. She was
afraid he might noticed that the breast he held now was not as full as
usual, the hips against his a bit firmer, but her worries were
unfounded as he simply smiled and muttered, "Nikita" in his sleep.
Mioki's hand found his penis while her lips found his and ever so
gently she began a series of soft kisses and a gentle stroking which
soon brought the intended response. Even through the wine and drugs,
his erection was soon full even though he remained asleep.

Her lips mouthed the silent words, "forgive me," as she gently raised
herself atop him and eased her nest onto his throbbing manhood. He
stirred slightly, moaning with pleasure as he entered her. She thought
for a moment he might awaken, but although his hands reached out to
caresses both breasts, his eyes remained closed and he remained in a
dreamlike state, his body responding to what was now, in his
unconscious mind, a welcome advance by his loving and desirable wife.

"Nikita," he moaned softly and, in that moment, Mioki realized how much
love he held for her mother. As she gently rose and fell on his
thrusting manhood, she was transformed from daughter to loving wife.
Mioki leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Yes my dear Kishi, I am
here."

His hands squeezed her breasts more firmly and despite herself, Mioki
felt her nipples harden. He was thrusting into her now and she felt him
fill her, not just with erotic pleasure but the warmth of a love she
wished she could feel from Darius. Darius was the consummate physical
lover, but this wholeness, this completeness, she had never felt with
her betrothed. She envied her mother sleeping next to such a man each
night and awakening with his arms around her each morning.

"Nikita," he moaned again as his erection filled Mioki.

"I am here my darling husband," she answered as her mouth closed on his
and her identity was interwoven with that of her mother even more.

She felt his body near climax.

"I am yours Kishi, fill me!" she whispered urgently as she felt his
warm seed gush into her womb and she too, felt the sensuous wave of joy
sweep over her in response.

Still in the stuporous dreamlike state, his arms wrapped around her and
pulled her to him. Mioki had never felt so warm, so loved a she did
that moment. She was tempted to remain in his arms throughout the
night, but knew that could not be, so she waited for him to drift back
into a deeper sleep and was then able to silently steal away from the
bed.

She dressed and hurried downstairs to find her mother still asleep but
beginning to stir. She helped the older Tanaka to her feet and,
supporting her, assisted her up the stairs. Nikita was woozy and only
semi-conscious, not aware of what was happening. Mioki undressed her
mother and then again silently opened the bedroom door and eased her
mother onto the bed beside her still sleeping father. Tiptoeing, she
looked back from the doorway to see, in the moonlight, her father's
arms surround her mother and Nikita nuzzle comfortably against her
husband. Mioki closed the door gently and stood for a moment in the
hallway, wondering who and what she had become.

****************************************

"Well?" asked Darius after returning from his outing with Tachi and
after he and Mioki were finally alone once again in his room.

"It's done," was all she said.

"Oh, Mioki, you're acting as if you didn't enjoy it."

"What I have done is unforgivable."

You can say that again, he said to himself and smiled.

"Please Darius, don't ever ask me to do this again."

"I won't my sweet Mioki. Once is quite enough."

He took her in his arms and until shortly before dawn, she lost herself
in those arms, his body and the multiple orgasms he gave her.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Mioki was heartened the next morning at breakfast to see her father
walk up behind Nikita, put his arms around her and kiss her on the
neck. She turned, they embraced and a lingering kiss ensued.

"I had the most wonderful "dream" last night," said Kishi.

"Oh really," replied Nikita playfully, "I hope she was good!"

"She was! She was very good! The best!" he responded letting his hands
roam a bit.

"Kishi! What will our daughter think?" smiled Nikita, glancing over at
Mioki who smiled back.

"I will think my parents love each other very much," she said, "I only
hope Darius and I can find as much love and happiness as the two of you
share."

Her parents embraced again.

"Tonight, I don't think I will drink as much," said Nikita coyly to her
husband. "Tonight I want to remember the dream as well."

"Tonight we will need no dreams," he replied.

Mioki fought back tears of both happiness for her parents and guilt for
what she had allowed herself to do.

******************************************

The wedding was simple yet elegant. Performed on the lawn at the ranch
and attended by by a small number of close family friends, Mioki's
bridesmaids were two friends from high school, while Tachi, as
promised, performed as best man. Mioki wore a beautiful, full length
gown in which both her mother and grandmother had been married. The
ceremony was simple, Darius and Mioki having written their own vows.
Inwardly Darius laughed to think of the ordained minister performing
the wedding of a mortal and the Devil himself, formalizing the
corruption of the beautiful whore who stood beside him.

"Darius, I will love you for as long as the winds sweep down from the
mountains. I will honor you and commit my life to your happiness. I
shall always be with you in mind, body and spirit."

You can say that again, Darius thought as he smiled at the radiant
young woman.

"And you Mioki, I shall take onto me this day as my bride. I shall hold
you forever close to me allowing nothing to come between. Our days
together shall be unto eternity."

The "I dos" were said, the rings exchanged, the bride and groom kissed
and there was joyous applause and well wishing as the two turned to
face family and friends. The car was waiting to take them to the
airport as soon as they changed clothes. Mioki kissed and hugged her
mother, father and brother who wished her every happiness. Tears of joy
were shed. Darius shook hands all around, smiling and charming the
guests. At last, they waved good bye, entered the limo and were swept
away toward the first leg of their honeymoon.

Their flight took them to New York where they boarded an SST for Paris.
From there they would immediately fly to the French Riviera where they
would honeymoon for two weeks before beginning a tour of Europe.

As the supersonic airliner whisked them across the Atlantic, Mioki was
pensive. She loved this man with all her heart and soul. She,
obviously, was prepared to do anything to keep his favor, but she
wondered why -- why must she continue to debase herself in order to
keep his affection? For all his philosophy of freeing herself, she did
not feel free at all. In fact, with each outrageous act she committed,
Mioki felt as if a net were closing round her. Instead of shedding
convention, her conscience bothered her more, not less. Yet when she
was in the arms of this man, everything else melted away to
nothingness. She lived to have him inside her. He was, of course,
handsome, rich and charming, but she still could not fathom the immense
power he held over her. She was putty in his hands. She knew it and
reviled herself for it, yet one glance, one touch from him and she was
instantly and completely his.

"What would you like for a wedding present?' he asked looking over at
her and smiling.

She held up her finger upon which rested the wedding ring.

"This is all I could ever want."

"But I am prepared to give you so much more. Surely there is
something," he urged with that same sensuous tone of voice which
signaled his desire for something erotic. She would give him what he
wanted. She could do nothing else.She thought for a moment.

"Yes, let's see. What is the greatest number of times I have orgasmed
in a single night?" she whispered.

"I felt you reach ecstasy twenty times last night."

"Then as my wedding present I would like to reach twenty-one," she
intoned.

"That you shall have, my dear Mioki. That you shall have."

"And you Darius, what will your wedding gift be from me?"

His hand slid under her skirt and played with the tiny rings (there
were now two) which dangled from her labial lips.

"Twenty-two," he said with a lecherous grin, "twenty-two!"


CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

Having caught some sleep on the plane, the honeymooners were not as jet
lagged as they expected and so, upon their arrival at their luxury
beach front hotel, donned their swimsuits and spent the afternoon
soaking up sun and resting. Darius excused himself for over an hour,
saying he needed to make arrangements for Mioki's wedding gift.

"Going to eat a few dozen oysters?" she giggled as he got up to leave.

"Not exactly, but I think you will find what I have in mind just as
effective," he replied as he started back to the hotel.

Mioki relaxed in the warm sun. The weather was ideal and her skimpy
bikini afforded her the opportunity to work on her tan. As she looked
around, however, she wondered why she had bothered. Most of the women,
the majority young and beautiful, wore no top and several wore nothing
at all. Darius had complimented her many times on her beauty, but Mioki
could not help but wonder why he had picked her among the many more
statuesque beauties which paraded past on this beach, let alone
throughout the rest of the world. When he was with her and in her, her
world was complete and totally satisfying, but at moments like these,
when she had time to think, she wondered how she would ever be able to
keep his affection and fidelity. She thought back over the "tests" he
had set for her. Her heart still ached over her family. She hoped she
had caused no long term damage and even smiled to think how her father
had embraced her mother the morning after she had visited his room.
Perhaps something positive could come our of all this after all she
told herself. Her mind drifted to Cathy. Darius had assured her Cathy
would be happy once she accepted her fate as sexual slave. Mioki wanted
to believe that, but she questioned whether she believed it because it
was true or simply because she wanted to believe it to assuage her
conscience. As she drifted into a short nap the one lingering doubt she
had was whether she could continue to please Darius. She did not see
how anything could be worse than his request to seduce her own family,
yet she knew his sexual appetite was insatiable and his enjoyment of
the perverse knew absolutely no bounds.

The dinner had been wonderful and they had danced romantically to the
slow melodic strains of a small orchestra. Darius had held her closely
-- she remembered his wedding vows -- and when he kissed her, she
almost fainted as her emotions simply overwhelmed her. They had retired
to their room a little after nine. Mioki was attired in the briefest of
nightwear knowing it would not stay on her long anyway. She lay
seductively on the bed, wearing the blindfold he had insisted she wear,
awaiting Darius who had inexplicably excused himself and left the room,
promising not to keep her waiting long.

She heard the door to the room open and close.

"Not just yet," she heard him say as she reached for the blindfold.

"Please don't keep me waiting any longer," she pleaded as she thrust
her hips upward in invitation, "I'm anxious to receive my wedding
gift."

"And so you shall my dear. You may remove the blindfold!"

Mioki's first reaction was shock and embarrassment. In addition to
Darius, there stood at the foot of the bed a young, handsome man who
appeared in his early twenties. His muscles rippled but it was not his
muscles which caught Mioki's eye -- for he was naked within a massive
erection already standing straight out from his body. Despite herself,
Mioki's hands went to cover her breasts and nest since the outfit did
little to conceal any of her feminine mysteries.

"I... I don't understa..." she began.

"My dear, this is Luis. He is young, vigorous and, as you can see, very
anxious to sample your wares."

"But..."

"Luis is the first. There are twenty others, all handsome, all virile,
all possessed of, shall we say, quite adequate equipment, who are
waiting to visit you this evening. So you see, you shall indeed have
your wedding gift, you shall have your twenty one."

"But," she stammered, pulling Darius closer to the bed and whispering
in his ear, "I wanted my wedding gift to be from you."

"But it is from me my darling Mioki. I have spent most of the afternoon
arranging for your wedding night."

Darius turned to the young man whose eyes had widened with delight upon
seeing the woman whose nest he would soon be filling.

"Is she not everything I promised?"

"And more monsieur. I shall very much enjoy pleasuring your new wife
for the first time, as will the others."

Mioki was aghast to realize that Darius had not only arranged to have
this man and twenty others take their pleasure with her on her wedding
night, but he had also obviously told them he and Mioki were
honeymooners, she was a virgin and, for whatever his perverted reasons
(which would be made obvious shortly), he wanted them to deflower her.
Although her virginity was a thing of the past, it was obvious the
young man was unaware of that, as his erection was even stiffer than
before and she could see it throbbing with anticipation.

"They drew lots for who would get you first. So do spread them wide for
Luis here and give him a fuck that neither of you will soon forget, eh,
Darling?" said Darius with a sardonic gleam in his eye. "Enjoy your
wedding present dear!" he said to Mioki. "Luis, she's all yours!" he
laughed as he exited the room.

Mioki could not believe this was happening -- on her wedding night. She
had hoped that with their marriage, Darius's tests would diminish, yet
now, on what should be the happiest, most intimate night of her life, a
complete stranger was sliding off her top and thong and, perhaps most
amazing, she was not only allowing it, but thrusting vigorously to
accept his lance, grunting loudly as he buried himself in her. Mioki
knew at this moment that she was indeed Darius's whore. He now had such
complete power over her, she realized she would do anything for him,
deny him nothing to keep his affection and his body close to her. He
wanted her as his personal sexual toy, his personal slut, willing to
degrade herself in any way to gain his favor. And yet, knowing all
that, she still could not will herself to resist his outrageous
appetite for perverseness, to see her degrade herself for his
amusement. She wanted to resist, wanted to refuse, wanted to simply say
no, yet could not. The fear of losing him, the very real fear that he
could get what he wanted elsewhere from others far more beautiful and
less inhibited, drove her further into his world of debauchery and
further under his control.

Mioki would give Darius what he wanted this first night of marriage, a
whore who would fuck twenty one complete strangers and reach orgasm
with each one. She had already learned much from her husband about
earthly pleasures -- how to give and receive -- and so the Frenchman,
experienced though he was, could simply not resist the combination of
kisses, vigor and techniques, many previously known only to Darius,
which brought him to a crashing climax at the exact moment the wildly
bucking vixen beneath him also reached a convulsive screaming orgasm.

As he dressed, the young man quietly addressed the naked woman lying on
the bed awaiting her next lover.

"You are magnifique! May I see you again?'" he asked as he produced
five one hundred dollar bills and placed them on the nightstand.

Mioki was stunned once again to realize that Darius had not only
arranged for her to service these men, but had sold her services to
them. She was no longer simply his whore, she had become a prostitute,
Darius her pimp. On her wedding night, her body was not only being
pleasured, it was being sold!

"Perhaps," she answered, not knowing if Darius would continue to sell
her favors.

"I am Philippe," said the large black man who entered as Luis was
leaving. Mioki noted his member, although not quite as large as
Darius's, it was nonetheless formidable and she grunted heavily, then
gasped for breath as he filled her petite body. She no longer
understood, no longer tried to understand why Darius wanted what he
did. She only knew she must please him or lose him and so despite her
cramps from a phallus much too large for her vagina, she thrusted like
an insatiable nymphomaniac and again achieved climax simultaneously
with her ebony paramour.

After Philippe came Juan, then Michael who was followed by Vincent. The
names became a blur after a while and Mioki no longer cared what name
was attached to the penis currently stretching her vagina. She screwed
each one with a vigor these men had never experienced before, each
gladly paying his fee and marveling at this wildcat with the slanted
eyes. Most of the men were polite or at least reasonably considerate,
especially when the vixen beneath them gave them the ride of their
lives, but three of them were sadists and enjoyed the pain they could
inflict upon her more than the climax itself when it came. Twice she
screamed in agony, but no help was forthcoming. The third one bound and
gagged her while he amused himself with her body. Mioki at first
believed she would never climax with him but, strangely, after a while
the pain itself became an aphrodisiac and she achieved orgasm at the
same moment he filled her rectum with semen. Her mouth and anus, as
well as her vagina was utilized to the maximum by her host of
"clients". Finally, as the first rays of sunlight began filtering into
the room, her last paramour joined her in climax, left his fee on the
nightstand with what was now a considerable pile of cash and left.

Darius entered smiling broadly.

"Enjoy your wedding present?"

"Not as much as I would have with you,"

"But did you not get your twenty one?" he asked.

"...yes..." was her quiet, almost inaudible reply.

"Wonderful! And now there is the matter of MY wedding present," he said
as he undressed. She barely had time to raise her arms to accept him
before he was on top and into her. As exhausted as Mioki was, as sore
and even raw as her nest had become, in only seconds that was totally
forgotten as her husband introduced her to a totally new stimulation
about which no mortal had known until this moment and her body, the
travails of the evening forgotten, responded, sending her into
paroxysms of mindless ecstasy. Gone were the twenty one penis's which
had impaled her. Gone was the sadistic torture. Gone was the turpitude
of prostitution. He was in her now, she was his, and nothing else
mattered.


CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

In the next few weeks Mioki found herself engaging in one sexual
odyssey after another. While on the beach one afternoon, Darius had her
disrobe and entice no less than three men into making love to her at
once. The stares of passersby were mortifying enough, but when a small
crowd gathered to watch and even egg on the participants, she wanted to
melt into the sand, to disappear, yet she not only continued, but 
intensified her efforts to please the leering man who was her husband.

The following afternoon, Darius had informed her they would be motoring
to a small nearby villa. Mioki was in hopes they would be going to
enjoy the sites and the relaxed atmosphere of the beautiful French
countryside, but those hopes were quickly dashed when Darius indicated
that he had yet another challenge for her to meet.

"This one is more of a challenge for your now formidable skills," he
said.

She looked to him for explanation.

"A young couple, newlyweds. I will seduce her. I want you to take the
young husband to bed."

"But why Darius?"

"You need ask after this length of time? Because we can! Think of the
power, to seduce these young lovers who have just committed their lives
to each other."

"But we might..."

"What, damage their relationship? If it is so fragile, it probably
won't last long anyway. Besides, we may be opening their eyes to
pleasures of which they would otherwise never have even been aware."

Again, she longed to resist, to somehow say no, but again Mioki found
herself beside him as the car sped to its destination.

************************************

Darius had managed to meet the young couple that afternoon. Taken by
his overwhelming charm, the couple had eagerly accepted Darius's
invitation to have dinner with he and Mioki. As she now sat across the
table from them, Mioki felt an intense reticence. The young couple was
not only attractive, but deeply in love. As dinner drew to a close,
Jacques and Marie danced and the looks they exchanged on the dance
floor spoke volumes.

"Must we?" she asked as the music ended and the couple started back to
the table from across the dance floor.

"How else will you know how much power you possess. You have learned
much, my darling, but are you good enough?"

The implication of the statement was not lost on her. He was not only
asking it she was good enough to seduce the young man, but good enough
to hold him as well.

They all shared another glass of wine and as a slow, romantic song
began, Darius spoke up.

"A dance my dear?" he asked Marie.

Her eyes dipped in embarrassment, but a quick glance to her smiling
husband and she walked to the dance floor with the handsome, mysterious
stranger.

"And I would be pleased if you would share this dance with me,"
responded Jacques to which Mioki smiled, took his hand and then nuzzled
a bit more closely than was necessary as the music began. She could
tell he was already a bit flustered at her opening gambit.

"Your wife is very beautiful," said Mioki in his ear.

"Yes," he smiled, "the most beautiful woman in the world... uh, present
company excluded of course.

"Why thank you Jacques."

Mioki and Jacques looked over to Darius and the young woman, Darius
holding her every bit as closely as Mioki was now pressing her body
against the young husband.

"Your wife is also very desirable."

The husband noted Darius whispering something in Marie's ear and the
young wife laughing in response. The first pangs of discomfort began to
surface in the Frenchman.

"Yes, but she was born and raised in the country so she is a bit
inexperienced."

"Oh? But I am sure you will teach her."

"I am afraid I am no Don Juan myself," he smiled weakly.

"Perhaps you both are in need of a teacher," whispered Mioki as she
rubbed her breasts and lower body against him even more intimately,
feeling his instant erection press against her evening gown and his
breathing become heavier.

"You're a handsome and virile man Jacques. A man needs a woman, a real
woman. Your wife is lovely but she is still a girl."

She saw the slight nod of accent.

"Want to know what a real woman feels like Jacques?"

"I..." he stuttered.

"Want to hold a real woman's breasts in your hands?" she said, covering
his hand with hers and lowly moving it to her breast. Jacques was
shocked at the sudden turn of events, but also mesmerized by this Asian
beauty who was so exciting, vivacious, sensual and desirable.

"A real woman can give you what you want Jacques. Want to hold a real
woman in your arms?" toyed Mioki, moving his other hand to her rear.
The dance floor was not brightly lit, but despite the fact that the
other dancers had not seemed to take notice, the young husband looked
nervously about.

Mioki's hand slithered between them until it found and grasped his
erection. Jacques again fired off glances to make sure they were not
being noticed as his temperature rose and his phallus began throbbing
under this vixen's touch.

"Look at your wife Jacques."

He cast a glance at Marie whose eyes were glued to those of Darius.
Their bodies moved in perfect unison as the man holding her had
suddenly become the focal point of her existence.

"It seems your wife has other interests at the moment. I doubt she
would miss us for a while."

The young husband was aroused to the maximum and yet he hesitated.

"Want it in a real woman, Jacques? Take me to your room and fuck me!"
Mioki whispered urgently.

He could simply take no more. Grasping her hand, he led her off the
dance floor and as quickly as possible to the honeymoon suite where he
and Marie had made love that afternoon. Clothes were quickly shed,
Mioki lay back on the bed, spread her legs and the young husband filled
her in a single thrust. The two bodies rose and fell in the
synchronized together/apart rhythm which grew faster and more frantic
by the moment. Mioki was beginning to groan in pleasure as Jacques felt
the pressure build and knew release was imminent. So engrossed in their
own pleasure were the two illicit lovers that they did not hear the
footsteps or Marie's voice outside the door.

"Thank you Darius for seeing me to the room. I can't imagine where
Jacques could have disappeared to..."

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in absolute shock as she
opened the door and stood facing the bed where the two bodies, still
oblivious to hers and Darius's presence, continued to pound each other
in wild abandon.

"Yes, Jacques, fuck me! FUCK ME!" shouted Mioki as her thrusts grew
even more intense.

"Oh, Mioki! I'm coming!" he cried, "I'm coming in your beautiful
pussy!"

The orgasms were simultaneous and prolonged as Mioki screamed while
Jacques grunted in primal pleasure.

"You're right Mioki," panted Jacques, "you are so much more of a woman
than Marie!"

The two were starting another round of lovemaking when Darius, with a
hidden smile, coughed, "Ahem!"

Both Jacques and Mioki turned suddenly to face the unexpected.

"Marie! Oh my God!" cried Jacques climbing inelegantly off his lover's
body to try to confront his wife.

"How... could you?" sobbed Marie who turned and ran from the room.

Jacques called after her, trying to dress as hurriedly as possible.

"What have I done?" he muttered in tears.

"Screwed my wife and quite possibly yourself right out of a marriage,"
smirked Darius.

The hapless husband quickly pulled on the rest of his clothes and
hurried off down the hall after his disillusioned and enraged wife.

"Shall we call it an evening dear?" asked Darius, a broad smile on his
face.

"You were supposed to take her to our room," said Mioki, feelings of
remorse already beginning to sweep through her as she dressed.

"Was I?" he smiled. "Actually she was no challenge at all. I could have
talked her into fucking right there on the dance floor if I had wished.
So I thought this might be a more delicious way to end the evening."

"Didn't you see the hurt in her eyes?" asked Mioki.

"Of course, but she's a big girl. This should teach her to be more of a
woman to her husband."

"They may not get that chance now," responded Mioki sadly.

"Then each of them shall just have to move on to someone else."

"How can you say that?"

"Because it's the way the world is, Mioki. Life isn't, "and they lived
happily ever after". You TAKE what you can, EVERYTHING you can!"

"And the consequences be damned," she said quietly.

"Exactly. Only the strong survive. Only the strong get what they want,
what they deserve."

"And those that disagree?" she found the courage to ask.

"Get left behind to grovel in the dust, to wish, to whine and snivel
while life passes them by."

Again, his message had come across all too clearly. He took her by the
arm and led her back to their own room.

"What do you want Mioki? You can't have it both ways. Go soothe your
conscience by apologizing, whatever good that will do and return to a
life of desperately wishing and longing for the life I dare to live,
or, give yourself to me completely, mind body and soul and I will take
you to heights of pleasure we have not even begun to explore."

He kissed her passionately and, as he knew she would, Mioki again
melted in his arms.

"Don't leave me Darius," she pleaded, "I am yours! My mind, my body...
and my soul."

How right you are my little slut, he thought, as he ripped off her
clothes, drove her full with one massive thrust and brought her to the
first of many more orgasms she would experience that night.


CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

The next morning Mioki watched, saddened and remorseful, as she saw the
young wife, Marie, enter a waiting taxi and drive off as Jacques
pleaded unsuccessfully with her to stay.

In the days which followed, Darius's demands grew in audacity and
depravity, but Mioki never faltered, never failed to please him no
matter how outrageous the request. One night at dinner, Mioki sat
toying with her food.

"Deep in thought?" asked her husband.

"I was just wondering about Cathy. You said she would eventually accept
her role of sexual slave and come to love it."

He nodded.

"I couldn't really understand that until our wedding night. The man who
bound me and hurt me. I hated it at first, then gradually as the
feeling of helplessness overwhelmed me, it became exciting. For those
moments, he owned me, he could do anything to me he wished and I was
powerless to resist. I have since wondered if I, if any woman, could be
trained to accept and love the role of sexual slave."

"Why don't we find out."

"I didn't mean..." she started, but the look in his eye told her he was
already envisioning erotic possibilities.

"Let me make a phone call or two."

She knew better than to object.

*************************************

Three days later they were in Paris. After a wonderful day of
sightseeing, they had returned to the hotel for dinner. The restaurant
was not large, but elegant and its patrons the wealthy sophisticates of
the French capital. As Mioki was finishing her chocolate souffle, two
well dressed men she had never seen before, approached the booth.

"Ah, gentlemen," smiled Darius, "Mioki I want you to meet Franz and
Raphael. Gentlemen, Mioki." She smiled, but the two seemed to ignore
her.

"Is the amount satisfactory?" asked the taller of the two.

"Yes, quite. Are you ready for delivery?"

They both nodded.

"Very well," said Darius turning to his wife.

"Mioki, these men have bought you."

Mioki was disheartened that after such a glorious and enjoyable day, it
would end with another of Darius's sexual feats for her to perform.

"You have sold my services for the evening?" she asked.

"No, my darling Mioki I have sold YOU. These men have paid an
exorbitant amount of money for you and now they have come to claim what
is theirs."

"You're not serious," she whispered, the first hint of panic setting
in.

"Very serious. You wondered a few days ago if you could become a sexual
slave. I am simply affording you that opportunity."

"But... but..." she stammered.

"Mioki, you are about to learn the true meaning of discipline and
obedience. Do be a good slave and pleasure them well."

"Darius," she sobbed, "don't do this!"

"I'm afraid it's already done. You are their property now. Do what
you're told Mioki. It will go much easier for you if you do."

"Strip," growled the taller one.

Her mouth dropped open.

"Here?" she asked incredulously.

"Rule one. You do not question, you obey. Now strip!"

Mioki looked pleadingly to Darius.

"Better do what he says, darling, otherwise it will get quite
unpleasant for you when they get you to your new home."

Mioki was stunned into immobility.

There was overt hostility in the voice now, "I say a final time...
strip... everything!"

Mioki's mind was dazed. She couldn't believe this was happening. A
bride of less than three weeks and already Darius had tired of her,
sold her into slavery just as she had done to Cathy.

Her eyes were still unbelieving as her hands, in dreamlike motion,
unzipped her tight mini skirt and slid it off along with her shoes and
the black fishnet hose Darius had insisted she wear tonight. She
couldn't meet the man's eyes as she unsnapped the garter belt and it
too fell to the floor at her feet. So far no one in the restaurant had
noticed anything out of the ordinary as their booth was in a back
corner and the lacy tablecloth hung almost to the floor. The leather of
the seat felt cold and uncomfortable as she slid down the frilly black
panties she had purchased today with which to surprise Darius. The man
flicked his finger impatiently at her blouse. Slowly, button by button,
the blouse fell open.

"Here, let me help you dear," smiled Darius reaching to help pull the
blouse away. Two waiters and the couple sitting closest to them began
to stare as Mioki reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, her eyes
and the bra falling at the same time. Although only her bare breasts
were visible at the moment, Mioki now sat completely naked as more
patrons began to take notice.

"Lean over," commanded Franz.

As she complied he took a leather collar from his pocket and fastened
it around her neck. To this he attached a leash.

"Please, Darius! Tears streamed down her face.

"You will speak only when you are told to speak!" ordered Franz. "Now
stand up, put your hands to your sides and come with us!"

Mioki was petrified as she was led, naked through the crowded
restaurant. She kept her eyes cast downward to avoid meeting the stares
of the patrons and staff ogling her totally naked body. At the curb, a
large limousine awaited, its rear door already open. Raphael got in
first and slid across the seat. Franz then motioned for Mioki to sit in
the middle and he sat next to her on the other side. She didn't see the
riding crop which Raphael produced from under the seat. As she
attempted to cover here nakedness, she felt the sharp sting of the crop
across her left breast.

"You will never cover your breasts unless you are told to do so."

"He looked down at her legs pressed tightly together.

"And you will keep your legs spread at all times to expose your
genitals!"

She was a bit slower than he wanted in reacting so there was another
sudden sting, this time across her labial lips and harder than the
first.

"You will obey and you will obey quickly and without question. Do you
understand?"

She nodded in the affirmative.

Another sharp pain, this one across her mouth.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," she blurted out, her eyes wide in fright.

"We own you now. We are your masters. You will refer to us as such, and
you will refer to yourself as the lowly cunt!"

She looked into his eyes and found strength and assurance while she
knew her own showed fear and weakness.

"Yes, Master," she said weakly, her eyes dropping in acquiescence.


CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

To her credit, while Cathy's will to resist had been broken in a little
less than three hours, it took Mioki's masters almost two days. Upon
arrival at the old castle, she had been introduced to her third owner,
an attractive woman in her mid forties, Mistress Tanya, who immediately
put whip to flesh and continued for well over an hour. The three took
turns with her and were especially vicious when Mioki cried out for
Darius. They assured her she would never see him again and the sooner
she accepted her fate, the sooner the beatings would decrease in number
and severity. But Mioki was like an addict without her fix, Darius had
become not just a major part of her life, but life itself for her. She
couldn't imagine life without him, without his touch, his caress, his
throbbing lance inside her.

By the end of the second day, the beatings had taken their toll, Mioki
had stopped mentioning Darius's name but she could not bring herself to
denounce her love for him as her new masters demanded. Not, that is,
until, stripped naked and tied face down across a pummel horse, where
her thighs and buttocks were so easily accessible to the whip, her
owners had changed tactics and used a new toy for the first time. It
was a specially modified cattle prod. The voltage had been lowered
somewhat but it still produced a vicious jolt that sent searing, mind
numbing pain through the point of contact. Mioki, had screamed and
fainted as her body shook uncontrollably and her bladder and bowels
voided themselves when Tanya first touched the prod to her rectum. Upon
reviving their plaything, Tanya inserted the prod into Mioki's vagina
and gleefully pressed the button. Mioki's body convulsed in spontaneous
orgasms for over twenty minutes and at one point the three actually
thought she might die. None of them, of course, knew of the small life
growing within the slave. Only by the merest of happenstances did the
fetus survive, unhurt, the shock to its mother's body.

Mioki could simply resist no longer. The whippings had weakened her,
but she was all too painfully aware that her body simply would not
survive another such jolt and Tanya seemed only too willing to repeat
what had already come close to killing her. So, her will, at last
broken, Mioki gave herself to her masters as their sexual slave. They
began with the more mundane demands, licking feet, begging for a penis
or strap on dildo to fill her and providing oral satisfaction to her
masters. When Tanya insisted Mioki suck her labial lips and drink her
urine, Mioki hesitated, but when the prod was again produced, Mioki
begged Tanya to allow her to drink from her pussy. Later that same day,
the new initiate learned to eat the feces of her Mistress as well.

To truly initiate her, her masters invited several of their friends for
a party. Mioki was commanded to strip and dance naked atop a table
throughout the evening. The highlight, however, came when the guests
gathered round the table and bid for her services. She was finally
auctioned to a thirty-ish business executive for over two thousand
dollars whereupon he threw her across the table and reamed her in both
front and back as the others watched and applauded.

The following evening Mioki was chained and gagged and taken to a night
club in the worse section of the city where she was stripped and
chained spread eagled to ceiling and floor near the entrance in front
of the large front window. A sign was hung around her neck "Free
Sample" so passersby could either stop to watch, or come in and partake
of Mioki's delicacies. Word quickly spread and before her owners
returned to reclaim her, Mioki's body had been penetrated by over
seventy customers, most taking her in her vagina, but many sampling her
rear as well.

When they returned, as always, she was allowed to bathe but then tied
spread eagled to her bed so her masters could have easy access to her
if any of them awoke during the night and wanted a bit of carnal
pleasure before returning to bed. During the day Mioki was their
servant, cooking, cleaning, washing and servicing whoever might desire
an afternoon delight.

"What is your greatest fear, Cunt?" asked Franz as she served her three
masters dinner.

"May the lowly cunt speak honestly without fear of punishment, Master?"
she asked eyes downcast.

"Yes."

"The lowly cunt's greatest fear is that she will never see Darius
again. He is the lowly cunt's love, the lowly cunt's life."

"And what would you do to be able to see him again?"

"Anything, Master!"

"What is your greatest SEXUAL fear, cunt? The truth or I'll use the
prod!"

"Darius once took the lowly cunt to a nightclub where a young woman was
tied down and then raped by a horse. This lowly cunt still shutters
when she recalls the woman's screams and the sight of her body
afterward."

"Emmmmm" There was a sardonic gleam in his eye and the others smiled.
"All right cunt, we grow a bit weary with you now that you are broken
and offer no further challenge. Your body is still quite delectable
but, frankly, we have acquired a new girl and we are anxious to begin
her training. We can either sell you to the highest bidder or see if
Darius is interested in buying you back."

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Master, the lowly cunt would be so grateful..."

"After you fuck a horse," grinned Franz.

She gasped, the images of the woman at the night club again sending
shivers down her spine.

"Well?"

"This lowly cunt will endure the shaft of any horse you wish for the
chance to see Darius again."

"You realize he may not want damaged goods?"

"It is a chance this lowly cunt is willing to take," she said, her eyes
downcast as always, but a slight smile of hope at the corner of her
lips.


CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Mioki knew there was every possibility she would not survive. Darius
had told her the woman at the night club had bled to death. The horse
her masters had chosen was not one of the largest breeds, but its shaft
was still twice as large as even Darius's.

"Mistress, may the lowly cunt speak?"

"What is it?" asked Tanya.

"Is Darius willing to buy the lowly cunt back?"

"Perhaps, but all that matters naught if you don't take that cock,"
answered Tanya.

But the "perhaps" was all Mioki had to hear. If there remained even the
slightest chance that she could be reunited with him, she would gladly
submit to a herd of the largest stallions.

Mioki would have preferred to meet her challenge face up, but she was
told to strip completely, then roughly grabbed and thrown face down
across a specially designed rail. Her head hung over and down,
elevating her vagina and anus to the correct height and position. The
stallion had been primed to perform and his quivering penis was in full
erection. The horse was reared on his hind feet so his front legs could
be held over a padded rail which was suspended above Mioki's body.

"Beg him for it cunt!" commanded Tanya.

"Fuck the lowly cunt, horse," said Mioki rather tentatively.

"His name is Blazer and you can do better than that!"

"Fuck the lowly cunt Blazer," she said louder this time.

"Better take him or you'll never see you know who again."

"Fuck the cunt blazer! Fuck the cunt!"

"Better," smiled Tanya as she noticed the horse being edged nearer.
"Make him want you cunt!"

Mioki shuddered as she felt just the tip of the huge shaft brush her
vaginal lips. Her fear at that moment was almost as strong as her
desire to see Darius again -- almost but not quite. She fixated her
mind upon the man who had so cruelly sold her, yet whom she would bow
down to worship if given the opportunity.

Mioki reached back and found the feverish shaft. In one split moment
she guided the head of the monstrous lance to her vaginal lips. She
closed her eyes and bit her lip as the horse, which was obviously used
to human mares, knew exactly what to do.

"Fuck the cunt!" shouted Mioki, "FUCK ME, BLAZER!"

With a loud neigh the lance was trust with the pressure of almost a
thousand pounds of momentum and Mioki screamed, then, mercifully,
fainted as her vagina was split open. Her unconscious body pitched
forward against the rail with each equine thrust, her arms and legs
dangling and being thrown about like a rag doll as her body was forced
to take what it was never intended to take. Her three masters were
joined by a fourth person, a man who looked on with the same delight,
as her body was savaged again and again. At last the stallion snorted
loudly and a small ocean of semen filled her womb and ran down her
beautiful bare legs. The horse was withdrawn and taken out, the three
masters also took their leave and Darius knelt beside Mioki whose
unconscious body had slipped from the rail and now lay prostrate on the
floor.

"Mioki! Mioki!" he said both urgently and lovingly. "I'm here my
darling Mioki!"

"...Darius...?" She was beginning to regain consciousness.

"Yes, my sweet, precious Mioki."

"Darius, I..."

"I know my darling. I know what you did so we might be reunited. I had
no intention of deserting you. I only wanted you to know sexual
slavery, never to live it. Your masters did not buy you, I paid them to
train you, but they went much further than I ever intended," he lied.
"And now this!" he said disgustedly. "They have injured my sweet Mioki.
If I had ever imagined they would do such a thing..." the lie gushed
forth.

"It's... it's all right," she managed to say before the pain took her
breath away. "Do you want me Darius, like this?" she dried, afraid of
what his answer might be.

"Of course I want you, now and forever!" he uttered, which were the
first true words he had spoken. "Shhhhhh," he said urging her not to
talk, to conserve her strength, "I've called for an ambulance. They
should be here soon."


CHAPTER THIRTY

"You are a very lucky woman," said the doctor standing beside her
hospital bed with Darius, " If the... penetration had gone any farther,
we would have lost you and the baby."

"Baby?" cried Mioki.

"I'm sorry. You didn't know? You are four to five weeks pregnant."

"Do you know...?"

"It's a girl," responded the doctor, anticipating her question.

Mioki looked to Darius who smiled broadly.

"Looks like I'm going to be a daddy," he laughed, using his demonic
power for only a moment to confirm the baby was indeed his.

Mioki's heart felt light and joyous for the first time in weeks. She
held up her arms to Darius who hugged and kissed her affectionately.

"Let's get you well and home again," he said, as he continued to shower
his smiling wife with attention.

The next few weeks were spent in recovery in a small villa which Darius
leased for the season. While he was outwardly affectionate toward his
young wife and her needs, inwardly Darius was concerned about only one
thing, the baby he would claim, along with Mioki, which in turn would
seal Christopher's fate. He had plans for this baby. He would raise the
child to wreak havoc in the mortal world. He would teach her far more
than Mioki could ever learn. She would corrupt ten times the number her
mother ever could have. It was not that Mioki had been a bad student.
Actually he had been able to corrupt her even faster than he had
anticipated. She was his now and there was nothing Christopher or
anyone from his realm could do to save her. She had not only sinned
against herself, a serious but forgivable offense, but she had also
corrupted others and used them for her own selfish means. No, he
thought, Mioki is mine. She may continue to amuse me until her time is
up, but her soul has been corrupted, she is damned. He no longer needed
to maintain the pretense with Mioki. The girl child was what was
important now.

Mioki was radiant with her pregnancy. She would not start to show for
some time, but the thoughts of bringing a new life into the world gave
her a satisfaction, a purpose she had never felt before. She was,
however, concerned about her future with Darius. The horse had ripped
her badly and even thought the surgeons had repaired the major damage,
she knew she would never be as satisfyingly tight for him as she once
had been. Even his larger than normal penis would not feel her labial
lips tighten around it as they once had, nor would her vagina offer the
constriction which had afforded him so much pleasure previously. She
was pleased to see him fawning over her as a mother, but would he
continue this affection once the baby was born? Day by day Mioki grew
stronger and her overall health was returning as well. With attention
focused on her pregnancy, the erotic episodes, even her near miss with
death, began to fade until one afternoon as she sat in a lawn chair
soaking up the sun, she affectionately reached out to grasp his hand as
her husband was walking by.

"Darius, I will be well soon and the doctor says our baby is healthy. I
know I'm not as... tight as I used to be but..."

He smiled.

"There is nothing wrong with your mouth or anus my dear. A few more
days and we will continue with your education."

Mioki closed her eyes. She had hoped that with the baby coming the
tests would be over, a thing of the past, Darius had just made it clear
how wrong she was.

"Actually a friend of mine has invited us to a party a week from
Thursday. He is seeking something special in the way of entertainment
for his guests. Actually he has a couple of rather large dogs..."

"My God Darius, NO!" cried Mioki.

"You seemed to have forgotten something important. You're a whore
Mioki, a slut. You have committed every conceivable act of debauchery.
You have sold your friend into a life of slavery, you have sold your
body as a lowly prostitute, you have seduced a young husband and
probably destroyed his marriage and you even let a horse rip your
vagina wide open..."

"Stop! Stop! Please!" she cried as the tears began running down her
cheeks. "Why are you saying these thin...?"

"I say them because they're true. You are going to have my baby, Mioki,
otherwise I would discard you like a worn out piece of furniture!"

Her mouth dropped open. Mioki could not believe what she was hearing.

"I won't do these things any longer, Darius. I can't believe you would
want the mother of your child..."

"The fact you are carrying my child has nothing to do with your being a
slut. Your ability to spread your legs and fuck like a snake is the
only interest I have ever had in you Mioki, that and the fact that I
could breed you so easily, just like the trash you are!"

Mioki's mouth was still open in shock, now unable to utter a single
sound in response.

"Yes, you will give me my child and then I will have no further use for
you Mioki. You are damaged goods now, but to tell the truth I was
growing tired of you anyway. The marriage? Just a pretense. Did you
really think I, anyone, could actually love you? You're a fuck doll
Mioki, nothing more. You have no self respect, otherwise you wouldn't
have spread your legs so easily for me and anyone else who wanted a
tight piece of pussy. You don't even have that any more! You can't even
give me, or anyone else, a good fuck anymore. You're a worthless piece
of shit Mioki!

Mioki was sobbing uncontrollably, tears running in streams down her
face.

"...But... but I loved you..."

"Which just shows how stupid your are! Stupid and easy! No one could
love a slut Mioki. How you ever remained a virgin as long as you did
I'll never understand. Anybody could talk their way into your pants in
three minutes. You want it Mioki! Admit it! You love being fucked! And
you loved every minute of all the tasks I set for you. It excited you
didn't it Mioki?"

She could not meet his eyes. her head hung in acceptance and dejection.

"I said, didn't you Mioki!" This time it was not a question as he
grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face close to his.

"...yes..." she said quietly.

"Then accept what my friends taught you, Mioki --- that you are nothing
but a worthless cunt!"

The words cut through her like daggers. The pain she felt in her heart
at this moment was far greater than any physical pain she had endured
in the past.

"Say it Mioki!"

"...I... I'm a... worthless cunt," she managed to say just before
bursting out crying.

"My friends trained you to be a sexual slave and from this moment on,
that is exactly what you will be. Your worthless pussy along with your
ass and mouth may afford me and those I choose a bit of pleasure and
entertainment. You'd better hope so. When I say so, you will fuck and
you will fuck for all you're worth because if you don't, I'll kill you
and the baby. You think you're special, that this baby is special? I
can find a thousand women who will spread their legs for me who are
much better fucks than you and they will be only too glad to accept my
seed. So fuck like the slut you are Mioki and you and the baby live.
Don't and I'll make sure they never find your worthless pregnant body."

"I'll...  I'll leave! I'll run away!" she managed to sputter.

"No you won't because you know how powerful I am. I will find you
Mioki. There is nowhere you can hide. I will track you down, I will
find you and I will kill you!"

She collapsed in tears once again.

"But let's face it Mioki, you don't WANT to leave. It only took my
friends a couple of days to reduce you to a piss drinking, shit eater.
You WANT to be a slave! You WANT to be owned like a dog. You WANT to
come running at your master's bidding. You WANT to be fucked. You WANT
your body to be abused for the amusement of your master. And you know
why Mioki? Because down deep, you know it's all you're fit for. It's
your destiny Mioki to serve me for as long as I want. Accept it cunt!"

Every last semblance of self respect destroyed, Mioki could offer no
resistance.

"Say it Mioki. Admit it to yourself and to me!"

Her eyes cast downward in subjugation, the words came in total
surrender, "...This worthless cunt is yours to command, Master."

"Remember, Mioki, I have a prod too. Don't make me use it!"

"The worthless cunt will try her best to please you, Master."

"You'd better do more than try! Now come here!"

Her eyes on the floor, she rose and stepped closer.

"I have to piss, Mioki."

The once vivacious, intelligent and promising young woman sank to her
knees, unzipped his pants and took the mammoth penis in her mouth.
Tears flowed as Mioki swallowed as fast as she could.


CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

As Darius and Mioki entered the spacious living room where the party
was in progress, conversations died and heads turned. Over forty sets
of eyes looked with erotic delight as Darius led his slave wife to the
center of the room. Around her neck was a collar similar to that her
masters had used to train her. Attached to that was a long leash,
Darius holding the other end. But what commanded the attention of
everyone present was the fact that Mioki wore nothing else. The
attractive woman stood naked before them, her eyes cast downward in
servitude.

"The special entertainment I promised!" laughed Darius. "Tell them!"

Mioki spoke, in the soft tones of an obedient servant, what she had
been told to say.

"I am my Master's worthless cunt. I enjoy being fucked by horses so my
cunt will not be tight enough to bring you pleasure, however, my mouth
and ass are yours to do with as you please."

There was raucous laughter as the party continued. Darius unsnapped the
leash and Mioki was left to provide service to anyone and everyone. The
first guest to approach was an attractive, middle aged woman, stylishly
dressed in a low cut gown slit entirely up one side to her waist, and
spike heels. Her brunette hair was cut short and there was a hardness
in her eyes, a superiority, as well as lust.

"Eat me," was all she said.

Mioki parted the dress, pulled down the silk panties and placed her
lips against the labial lips of her temporary master. Her tongue found
the small mound of pleasure and she began sucking and stimulating with
her tongue in a manner she had learned from Darius. As the other guests
watched, it was not long before the woman threw back her head, grabbed
Mioki's head and pulled it even harder to her nest and uttered a slight
whine as she orgasmed into the mouth of her helpless slave.

"Not bad, cunt. Not bad at all," she said as she walked away to be
replaced a few seconds later by a large, somewhat overweight man who
indicated he wanted Mioki's rear. The slave obeyed, dropping to all
fours. The pain was significant as he entered her without lubrication
and Mioki cried out to the amusement of all. Mercifully, he orgasmed
quickly and withdrew to be followed by another man who wanted her oral
pleasures. Then came two men, one taking her rear while she gave oral
satisfaction to the other and so on throughout the evening. As the
evening wore on, double penetration became the norm, exceeding only
Mioki sucking a woman to climax as a man orgasmed in her rectum. Well
after midnight, the last person to partake of the beautiful slave shot
his semen into her rear.

As the party goers again crowded around the naked slave, Darius smiled 
and nodded to Mioki.

"The worthless cunt hopes she has pleased you," said Mioki, her heart
breaking. My master, however, wishes the worthless cunt to entertain
you further. This slut's cunt aches to be fucked by a dog."

Mioki could not believe the words she had just spoken, the words of a
thing, a possession, an animal to be bred for their amusement. Three
large dogs were produced, Mioki went to all fours and the first mounted
her, found her opening and began humping her immediately. After several
seconds, however, it became evident that the animal was slowing his
thrusts, losing interest.

"A shame," said Darius to the crowd, "her cunt is too large to pleasure
even a dog. Give him your ass Mioki!"

"Yes, Master," she uttered as her hand reached back and repositioned
the dog's quivering penis in her rear. The dog again began humping her
wildly and within seconds his knot was striking her anal opening.

"Take it Mioki!" commanded Darius.

"Yes, Master," she replied, her hands reaching back to pull her cheeks
as far apart as possible. Since she had already been taken several
times in her rear that night, the dog was able to slip his knot into
her on the third try. His humping continued until Mioki felt the warm
stream of canine semen fill her rectum. She, however, had to remain
tied to him for another twenty minutes before he was finally able to
dismount. Darius had her perform fellatio on the last two dogs before
they entered her. They too, tied with her causing her severe pain when
they rotated and dragged her across the floor. At last the dogs were
taken out, another guest or two partook of her mouth and anus and the
party dissolved about three a.m.

Upon returning, Darius took off the leash from the still nude woman and
went to the bar for a glass of wine.

"Get the whip Mioki."

She obeyed, retrieving a small leather whip from a cabinet. He pointed
to the footstool in the middle of the room. Mioki lay across it, her
back and privates exposed.

"You did well tonight."

"Thank you, Master."

"As your reward, I shall give you only thirty lashes tonight instead of
the usual fifty."

"The worthless cunt is grateful, Master," she said, as the first lash
stung her buttocks.


CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

As the weeks turned into months, Mioki's despair deepened. The child in
her womb was healthy and Darius saw that she ate well and exercised and
he accompanied her for her periodic check-ups, but there was hardly an
evening that went by that Mioki was not commanded to perform sexual
favors for complete strangers, often in large numbers.

"You'll be showing soon," commented Darius one morning as the nude
woman -- she was never allowed to wear clothes except when they went
out, and seldom then -- served her Master coffee. "When that happens
you will have lost what little beauty you ever had, Mioki."

The insult cut through her as he had calculated it would, obliterating
her shredded self esteem

"So," he continued, "there is a matter we need taken care of right
away."

She listened, head down in servitude.

"You will find me a women Mioki. She must be young and beautiful, more
beautiful than you, which shouldn't be hard."

Again her heart felt the piercing pain of his words.

"You will seduce her and bring her to me. Here we will break her and
train her as my new sexual slave. She will replace you in my bed. I
need a woman to fuck, Mioki. One who is young and fresh and tight. You
no longer satisfy me. You will continue to amuse my friends when I
wish, but when your belly begins to bulge even they will tire of you
quickly. He noticed her eyes dart momentarily upward. "You wish to
speak?"

"What of the worthless cunt's baby, Master?" she asked.

"The baby is mine."

"Is there anything the cunt could do to persuade her Master to allow
her to stay... with her child?"

"Nothing, Mioki. You are a whore, a slut. What kind of mother do you
think a slut could possibly be? No, you do not deserve this child
Mioki, but rest assured I will take good care of her and raise her
well."

"Please, Master!" There were tears in her eyes and her voice trembled
as she prostrated herself before him.

"Quit begging Mioki. If there's anything worse than a whore, it's a
sniveling, groveling whore. You will not mention this again!"

"Yes, Master," came the beaten and demoralized reply.

"Now I want you to begin tomorrow to find me a good fuck doll."

****************************************

Mioki hated herself immeasurably at this moment. As she lay in her bed
at the villa, the naked fourteen year old entwined in her arms, she
continued to revile herself for allowing her continued enslavement to
Darius and condemning this hapless young girl to a life of depravity.
Mioki knew that the time would come when this girl would no longer
amuse him and then she, like Mioki, would be tossed aside like refuse.
She thought back to her training, how her masters had broken her
completely and without realizing why, Mioki had come to accept her role
of sexual slave, just as Cathy had done and as Tiana, the girl in her
arms, would as well. Mioki's entire existence now centered completely
around Darius, this handsome, charming and debonair man who had stolen
her heart and then crushed it utterly, this man who had completed the
destruction of her self respect begun by her masters and who had turned
her life to debasement and debauchery. Mioki realized that as much as
she might desire it, she could resist and deny neither his mastery over
her nor the life he commanded she live.

As the young blonde's breathing grew slower and deeper, indicating
sleep, Mioki reached under the pillow for the knock out drops. She
uncapped the bottle and gently rubbed the liquid across the young,
innocent lips. The girl's tongue licked at the pleasant tasting
sedative and within a few moments she had drifted into a deeper and
dreamless sleep. Mioki walked to the bedroom door and opened it to find
Darius waiting.

"She 's ready, Master," was all she said as Darius bound the sleeping
girl tightly and carried her in his arms to the room he had prepared
for her training.


CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

The young girl was naked, tied face down across a padded rail similar
to that which had been used to break Mioki. She was crying
uncontrollably, the lovely face and body filled with fright. Darius had
just given her her first taste of the whip, a few lashes which had
stung and shocked but were only a mild prelude to what would follow.
Mioki stood, her eyes transfixed on the girl's nest and anus. She was a
virgin and her bush was only now beginning to appear, a golden
triangular haze barely covering the flesh above her labial lips.

"My dear Tiana, all you need do is acknowledge me as your master and
spread your legs so I may take you virginity."

"No I could never..." she cried.

"Very well, if that is what you want. Mioki!"

Mioki looked up to find her master holding the whip out to her.

"You will break her, with the whip or the prod, I don't care. But you
will break her and you will break by tomorrow night. At that time I
will take her to my bed. She had better be ready!"

The threat to Mioki was clear.

"Yes, Master."

"And Mioki, when you have finished with her, come to me and bring the
whip. You have not yet received your lesson in obedience today."

"The worthless cunt will obey, Master."

He smiled and exited.

Mioki hesitated as Darius left them. She had sold her friend into
slavery and destroyed a marriage, but never had she actually wrought
physical harm to another human. The girl was crying, pleading with her
seductress.

Mioki's hand tightened on the whip. The girl was pretty and sweet.
Tiana's body was just beginning to blossom, her breasts beginning to
fill her bra, her legs becoming shapely. Mioki had seduced her, made
love to her only hours ago, the taste of the girl's sweet young vaginal
lips still lingering freshly in the older woman's memory. Mioki did not
wish to hurt Tiana, instead, as the girl wept and pleaded, the thought
of releasing Tiana flickered across her mind. But it was only a flicker
as Mioki knew that even if she told Darius the girl had escaped, Darius
would vent his displeasure on her and besides, even more compelling,
her training was too thorough to ever allow her to disappoint her
master. She must comply with his wishes. She must do what was done to
her. Why should this girl be any different, any better that she should
not have to suffer, learn and obey?

The first lash landed half heatedly on Tiana's back. The girl flinched
and her crying began anew.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"To bring you to accept your fate," replied Mioki.

"What fate?"

"Your fate to become a fuck doll for our Master."

Another lash, another whimper.

"No, I can't, I won't!"

The lash across the girl's back was stronger this time, the pain more
intense.

"Yes, you will! You will refer to yourself as "the Little Fuck Doll"
and you will open yourself to Darius's rod, which will fill you and
give you pleasure in a such a way that no other man will ever be
sufficient."

Again the whip snapped across the girl's back. Again she cried out in
pain.

"No, please!"

"Yes, Little Fuck Doll, yes!" contradicted Mioki as she brought the
leather down with even greater force, eliciting a scream from the
fourteen year old.

Anger was beginning to build in Mioki although she wasn't sure why.

"You should feel privileged, Darius will take you to his bed, ream you,
bring you to endless orgasms," something Mioki knew would never ever
happen for her again.

The lashes were coming faster and harder. Mioki was beginning to
perspire from the exertion.

"You will be his favorite!" and not me, she thought.

The lashes were moving down the back now, approaching the buttocks.
Tiana was writhing in pain and terror as Mioki was now whipping the
hapless girl with all her might. Blow after blow rained across the
fresh young flesh, Mioki taking satisfaction that while she might be
delivering this girl to Darius as her replacement in his bed, she would
exact a price, she would relieve her own frustration by exerting the
same kind of power over Tiana which had been exerted over her. This
girl would wind up in Darius's bed tomorrow night, but not without
paying. Mioki would not disappoint her master. She would deliver to him
a virgin, completely broken and ready to accept her deflowering, no,
BEGGING to be deflowered. She would indeed become Darius's fuck doll!

The next blow was directly across the girl's anus. Tiana howled with
agony, only to receive another vicious lash across her vaginal lips.
The girl was bucking now, mindless with pain, trying to avoid the blows
which rained harder and harder.

"'Say it! Say your name!"

"Tiana!" she cried, not realizing at first what Mioki wanted.

"Tell me your name! Say it!" shouted Mioki above the girls screams.

"God, help me!" cried the blonde.

"Say it!" shouted Mioki, doubling her efforts with the whip.

The young girl was nearly delirious, her body convulsing with the pain.

"I can't take any more! Please!"

"Say it! Tell me your name and I'll stop!" commanded Mioki.

Mioki saw the girls's head drop with exhaustion and pain, nearly
unconscious.

"Look at me!" commanded Mioki.

The head barely raised, but Tiana looked back to her
seductress/tormentor. Mioki could read defeat in the eyes. The girl was
broken. The whip paused.

Say it!" came the command, quiet but completely in control.

Tears rolled down the young face, tears of both pain and hopelessness.

"My... my name is... is... Little Fuck Doll."

"Who owns you now? Who is your Master?"

"...Darius..," said Tiana, her voice barely audible in defeat and
surrender.

"And what are you going to do tomorrow night?"

"...Please, Mioki!"

Mioki threatened with the whip.

"Oh God no, please no more. I'll do whatever you want. I... I'll spread
my legs for him, let him take my virginity."

"Oh no, Little Fuck Doll, you'll do more than let him take it. You will
beg him to deflower you. Do you understand?"

When no response was immediately forthcoming Mioki landed an especially
vicious lash vertically searing both anus and vagina.

The scream was piercing.

"I'll beg him to fuck me. I'll BEG him to fuck me!" cried the girl in
agony.

"Better, much better. Now there's just a couple of more things you have
to learn," said Mioki reaching for the prod.

***************************************

The following evening, Mioki entered quietly and stood waiting for
Darius to summon her to speak. She stood naked, still a beautiful
woman, even though Darius had convinced her that was no longer the
case, her belly now showing only the slightest hint of a bulge. He
stood looking into the fire, occasionally stirring the logs. Mioki was
now totally confident that the girl would please him. After breaking
her physically with both whip and prod, Mioki had then worked on her
psyche, destroying her self esteem, just as her own had been. This was
no longer the bubbly and confident young girl of twenty-four hours ago.
The girl waiting in the hall now was beaten, both physically and
mentally. No longer any resistance in her, Tiana was now a totally
accepting and compliant slave.

"Yes," he asked.

"She is ready, Master."

"Good, bring her in."

Tiana was led in by Mioki on a collar and leash. Firelight flickered
cross her naked body.

"Who have we here?" he asked the fourteen year old.

Her voice was weak, timid, afraid, resigned.

"I... am...  Little Fuck Doll... Master."

"Who owns you, Little Fuck Doll?"

"You, Master."

"Do you fully realize and accept what that means?"

"Yes, Master," the head bowed even further, "Mioki has explained it
all... convincingly."

"Very well," he smiled at Mioki, "you have done well."

"Thank you, Master," Mioki replied.

The young girl looked to Mioki whose eyes suddenly turned to steel.
Tiana shifted uneasily.

"Is there something else?" Darius asked.

"Yes, Maser... The Little Fuck Doll wishes to make a request of her
Master."

"And what would that be?"

"That I be allowed to spread my legs for you. That you take my
virginity and make me your sex slave."

Darius nodded to Mioki who unsnapped the leash.

"Then I suggest you lie here on the rug and show me what you have to
offer."

There was no hesitation as Tiana lay down on her back grabbing her
ankles and exposing to her Master her most intimate privates.

"Your pussy is beautiful, Tiana. Is it as tight and satisfying as it is
attractive?"

"The Little Fuck Doll is a virgin, Master, not experienced in pleasures
of the flesh, but she will do everything she can to make her body
please you."

"Then lie back and spread your legs," he quietly commanded.

She obeyed instantly.

He opened his robe and Tiana saw for the first time, the mortal but
still almost unbelievable phallus which would soon impale her. Tiana
gasped as Mioki's heart leaped, yearning to again be filled by his
massive rod.

"Beg," was all he said as the head made the slightest contact with her
labial lips.

"Please, Master. Take me, split me open. I know I am not worthy but I
want so badly to please you!"

"You've learned well, my Little Fuck Doll, so here is your reward!" he
smiled sardonically.

The scream was ear splitting as he took her in one massive thrust,
burying himself completely in the small vagina so totally unprepared
for the size and strength of what had just ripped her hymen to shreds
and now bombarded her cervix.

Mioki, standing passively by the fireplace smiled, the sadism buried
deep within now surfacing as she wanted her rival for Darius's
affection to pay the price and the higher the better. But her smile
quickly faded as the screams of the young girl became grunts which in
turn became urgent pleadings as Darius applied his body to hers as only
he could and Tiana was experiencing multiple orgasms in less than a
minute. Mioki's sadistic glee turned to bitterness as, throughout the
night, she stood silent witness to the young girl being brought to
climax again and again and again.


CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Over the next few weeks there was a significant change in the
relationship between Darius and Tiana. Not only were they sleeping
together every night (Mioki spent the nights on a rug on the floor at
the foot of their bed where she was forced to listen in silence to the
ecstasy taking place only a few feet away), but Darius also no longer
used the deprecating nickname he had given her and allowed Tiana to
drop it as well when she referred to herself. In the last few days
Tiana had begun wearing clothes around the house, obviously with
Darius's approval while Mioki was still required to wear nothing.
Tiana, had yesterday modeled a beautiful evening gown which Darius had
given her. She had enjoyed lording it over Mioki while informing her
that she and Darius were going out to dinner and a concert that
evening.

Whether Darius did not realize it or simply did not care, his absolute
power over Mioki was waning. The two things which had bound her to him,
love and lust were now being denied her and she began to realize how
she had been used and now virtually discarded. Her fear of him was
still quite real, her will having been successfully broken during her
training, so running away remained a non-option for her, but she at
last had the time alone to think clearly on her own decisions and
conclude how easily he had manipulated her for his own purposes,
whatever they might be. Her deepest sadness, however, lay in her own
actions and those she had harmed. Mioki knew she could never forgive
herself for what she had done, especially to Cathy, Marie and Tiana --
yes Tiana, the girl who had stolen away her husband and the love of her
life. Mioki knew it was she and not Tiana who had brought about her
current misery. The girl had simply been walking home from school that
day, probably looking forward to seeing her friends and perhaps even a
boyfriend, when Mioki had approached her. The dark haired seductress
had changed all that by stopping the girl as she walked through the
park, asking directions, striking up a conversation and then, just as
Darius had taught her, gradually moving the conversation to sex and
finally to sex between women, titillating the girls's curiosity and
sensual nature. With Mioki expertly exploiting her innocence and
naivete, Tiana became easy prey for the almond eyed beauty. And now it
was the fourteen year old who was becoming the expert under Darius's
tutelage. Still, despite the fact that Tiana no longer seemed the
frightened and broken girl of a few weeks ago -- quite the contrary,
she now seemed quite self assured as she had become Darius's eager
student and was proving to be a very fast learner -- the guilt Mioki
harbored was no less a burden on her conscience. Mioki watched through
the window as the young girl returned from another shopping trip, arms
burdened with packages. As Tiana entered, Mioki decided the time was
right to make amends if at all possible.

"Tiana, could I speak to you a moment?"

The young girl put down the packages impatiently, no doubt in a hurry
to try on the new outfits she had purchased. Mioki noticed she was
wearing a new diamond bracelet and necklace, obviously gifts from
Darius.

"What is it?" asked Tiana, her voice making it obvious that she
considered Mioki tedious company.

"I... just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For seducing you, bringing you here, helping to enslave you. I want to
make it up to you. I'll help you escape."

"Escape?" laughed the blonde, "are you joking? I've never been so
happy! Darius is handsome, wealthy, charming and most of all he's got
what every woman wants, an axe handle between his legs and the
knowledge of how to use it. Since the first night he took me, I haven't
come less than a couple of dozen times every night! Escape? Yeah, I bet
you'd like that. Then you could have him all for yourself again. But
face it Mioki, you're damaged goods. You can't even satisfy Darius, as
big as he is. If I weren't here, he'd find someone else because he
likes it fresh and tight, just the way I give it to him! If it weren't
for that baby inside you, you'd have been history a long time ago. Why
he considers that baby so important I'll never know because I'll give
him all the kids he wants. But I'm not dumb like you Mioki. I've got
enough sense not to fuck a stallion and ream my hole so large I could
never satisfy him again!"

It was Mioki who hung her head. The two had obviously changed places,
Tiana was now the mistress, Mioki the servant.

"You do know he's going to sell you as soon as the baby's born? Of
course, he won't get much for someone as ugly and... deformed, but at
least you'll be out of our hair and Darius and I can get on with our
lives... alone!"

Mioki's mouth opened but, stunned, she could say nothing.

The deep voice reached them from the doorway as Darius entered.

"I'm afraid she's right my dear Mioki. You don't interest me any longer
now that I have someone as fresh, energetic and eager to learn as
Tiana," he said putting his arm around the young girl. "Tiana and I
wish to be unencumbered and there is only one thing standing in our
way."

"You want a divorce?" she asked through tears.

"Not necessary. I only married you to get what I wanted. Tiana doesn't
need false reassurances or church approval. I will sell you once the
baby arrives and that will be that. You will disappear and I will be
consoled as the husband whose wife deserted him after the birth of
their baby, post partum depression no doubt."

Even though she now saw Darius as a usurer, the tears still welled.

"Actually I am being quite generous," he continued, "you may keep the
money you got from the sale of your friend as well as the "gratuities"
you have received from time to time from our party friends. that is, if
your new master allows it."

He withdrew a bankbook from his pocket. The account was indeed in her
name in the amount of $765,000.

"I, of course, keep the child," he said, matter of factly.

"I won't agree" she stated, more concerned with the future of her child
than the loss of husband or money.

"I think you will," he stated confidently. "As of this moment Tiana is
your new owner. You belong to her now. I have given you to her as a
present. I think she may be able to persuade you," he said smiling as
he exited.

"With that belly of yours poking out like it does, I don't think cunt
is a descriptive enough name for you anymore," sneered Tiana picking up
the whip. "From now on you are "the sow". Do you understand?"

"...Yes Mistress," sobbed Mioki bending over the rail.

"Are you going to agree?"

"No".

The first lash brought a whimper from the pregnant woman as the vicious
blow raised an ugly welt on Mioki's buttocks.

Two hours of continuous whipping later, a totally defeated and
demoralized Mioki wept as she surrendered and accepted Darius's and
Tiana's terms.


CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

The next few days were insufferable for Mioki. Tiana not only taunted
and whipped her unmercifully, but Mioki's sexual services were again
called upon. Mioki was ordered by her new mistress to crouch naked on
all fours, head lowered, on a small table next to the hors d'oeuvres at
a party being hosted by a wealthy couple for their friends with
"unique" tastes. With her rear elevated the men felt free to avail
themselves of her anus throughout the night while the women found
pleasure from the other side of the table, lifting their skirts for
cunnilingus, often at the same time. No man had taken her in the vagina
since Darius, months ago. She no longer orgasmed, simply performing as
her Mistress commanded. There was no longer even any erotic pleasure in
what she did. As she serviced the men and women at the party, her mind
focused on the guilt she felt for what she had done to her friend and
roommate. Tiana obviously was quite content with her new life and Marie
-- she didn't even know her last name -- would now be impossible to
find. Besides, she didn't know what she could do to make amends with
the French woman, but Cathy was another matter. Perhaps Darius had been
telling the truth, perhaps Cathy, like Tiana, was content with her life
as sexual slave. However, Mioki was determined to find her and, if
possible, free her. She had the money. She would buy her friend's
freedom and provide her passage back to America. It was the least she
could do. As her anus was filled again, this time by a strap on dildo,
a plan began to form in Mioki's mind.

The next day after Tiana had completed her daily discipline with the
whip, Mioki slid off the rail and, head down, asked, "May the sow ask
something of her mistress?"

"What do you want?"

"The sow would like to ask about about a slave she used to know."

"What slave?"

"Her name was Cathy Winslow. We... I sold her to Al Fah Karim, a friend
of my previous master."

"Al Fah Karim," mused Tiana, "Yes, Darius has mentioned him. As a
matter of fact they talked on the phone just last night. It seems your
friend's master is in the market for new material. Why do you wish to
know about this Cathy Winslow?"

"My Mistress has told me I am to be sold as soon as the baby arrives.
Al Fah was pleased with my body when I took him to bed as part of the
deal. The sow only thought her Mistress might get a better price from
Al Fah and the sow might also serve her new master with her friend."

"What makes you think you could provide him any pleasure now? Even
Darius can't get any pleasure from that cavern of yours."

Mioki's head fell. Her voice was low.

"Perhaps surgery..."

"They had better have plenty of thread!" laughed Tiana. "That would be
like stitching up a railroad tunnel!"

A tear dropped to the floor. Mioki's heart as well as her spirit was
broken, despite the fact that she knew Tiana enjoyed degrading her.

"Who cares about your friend, but perhaps we might get at least
something for you from this Al Fah Karim. I will ask Darius," she said,
dismissing the subject.

"The sow thanks her Mistress," said Mioki watching Tiana exit the room.

******************************************

Mioki, naked as always, was serving dinner to Darius and Tiana. Darius
noted her belly, now protruding so far she walked with the shuffle of a
woman who would soon be giving birth.

"The baby?" asked Darius, placing his hand on Mioki's swollen belly,
while Tiana sneered in momentary jealousy.

"The sow's baby is healthy Master," she answered quietly, head bowed.

"You are keeping up with your doctor's appointments?"

"Yes, Master, the sow's Mistress takes her to each appointment."

"Then it shouldn't be much longer?"

"No Master. The sow should give birth within the month."

"Good, good!" smiled Darius, contemplating the tortures he would see
inflicted upon Christopher through eternity.

As Mioki spooned the peas onto his plate, he looked momentarily to
Tiana and then back to his beautiful slave.

"Tiana tells me you have inquired about your friend Cathy."

"Yes, Master, the sow only wished..."

"Well," he interrupted, "I spoke with Al Fah only a day or so ago. He
regretted to inform me that your friend Cathy is dead."

Mioki's mouth fell open and she felt as if a knife had suddenly pierced
her heart.

"It seems," he continued, "she wasn't as lucky as you Mioki, she bled
to death after one of Al Fah's stallions got a little too vigorous."

Mioki wanted nothing more than to die at that moment.

"So you won't be seeing your friend, I'm afraid, but Al Fah called
because he needs not only to replace her, but to increase the size of
his stable. He has asked me to sell him three young women. I have in
turn asked Tiana to recruit them. She will seduce them, as you did
her..."

"She couldn't seduce anyone now!" sneered Tiana motioning to Mioki's
swollen belly and the enormity of her vaginal opening.

"Well, Darling, I am sure you will handle that job nicely," said Darius
to Tiana. "He will arrive in a few days so you'd better begin
immediately. Now remember, he likes to break his own slaves, so apply
the whip only enough to hold them in line until they are sold."

"Yes, Darling," smiled Tiana, while looking to Mioki with a superior
grin

"By the way Mioki, he inquired about you. Now that you're a slave, he
is interested in purchasing you. I have told him how unsuitable you are
now, but he still insists on seeing you. Perhaps you could still fetch
a fair price with your mouth and ass."

"If that is what the sow's Master and Mistress desire," said Mioki,
through the tears.


CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

In the days which followed Tiana was away much of the time. In her
absence Darius administered Mioki's discipline although his whippings
were not nearly as severe as his bedmate's. He was putting the whip
away when Mioki dared ask.

"What will happen to our child?"

"Not OUR daughter, Mioki, MY child. I shall raise her in a life of
luxury..."

"And decadence!" Mioki dared to interrupt.

"She will have what she wants and anything else, she will learn to
take! She will not be weak like you Mioki, she will learn to use her
wits and her body to get whatever pleases her. She will learn that
others are to be used, just as I have used you Mioki. Your life, your
body means nothing to me, save the pleasure it provides and the new
life and soul it will give me. And while she is learning the world is
there for her taking, you Mioki will be fucking Al Fah's stallions!"

With that he left her again in tears.

****************************************

Tiana returned a day or so later, having seduced and enslaved three
young women. Mioki was summoned the next morning to the training room
where the three naked women, hands tied behind their backs, were on
their knees and licking Tiana's spike heels. Obviously Tiana had begun
their training and the red whelps on their backs attested to the fact
that her training had been swift and severe.

"Come here, sow," she directed Mioki, who obeyed, standing directly
beside her mistress

"I want to see how well these three can pleasure. You and you!" she
tapped the brunette and blonde on their shoulders. They looked up to
see the fourteen year old Mistress towering above them, in total
control. Tiana unbuttoned her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She
wore nothing underneath. "You," she pointed to the blonde, "will eat my
pussy, while you," Tiana nodded to the brunette, "will put your tongue
in my ass and continue kissing it until I tell you to stop!"

Both women, looked up in terror and disbelief.

"Now!" commanded Tiana cracking the whip.

Both women quickly, still on their knees, scooted into position. Mioki
saw both young women close their eyes as they faced the inevitable. Two
mouths closed on Tiana's waiting body as she stood, legs spread, to
receive their tongues.

"Deeper bitch!" she cried reaching back to crack the whip across the
back of the brunette who immediately redoubled her efforts.

"Ah, yes," moaned Tiana as the women were, at last, finding both her
vaginal and anal areas of pleasure. She looked over at Mioki. "Since I
have both holes occupied at the moment, you can have this one," she
said motioning to the young auburn haired woman, still facing the
floor. "Do you want her to suck your pussy or your ass?" asked Mioki's
mistress.

When Mioki did not immediately answer, the lash snapped across her
naked breasts.

"Answer me sow!"

"...My...  pussy..." came the cowed reply, Mioki thinking that
alternative the less degrading for the woman.

"You heard her," commanded Tiana, the whip flailing across the woman's
back. "Oh, and by the way, Darius said you should get some special
pleasure from this bitch."

Mioki gasped as the woman raised her head and their eyes met.

"Marie," breathed Mioki recognizing the soft, lovely face and the
intense hazel eyes which now bore into her with nothing but hatred.

"What are you waiting for?" cried Tiana, the whip again snapping across
Marie's back.

As Marie's mouth approached Mioki's nest, the mother-to-be silently
mouthed the words, "I'm sorry."

Another crack of the whip and Mioki felt the young wife's soft mouth
against her own labial lips.

"Better make her come, bitch!" Tiana ordered.

Mioki felt the tongue enter her vagina, search for and find her mound
of pleasure and begin the stimulation and sucking which no woman could
resist. Mioki intended to fake the orgasm and free Marie from this
humiliation as soon as possible, but the combination of having gone so
long without such pleasure, teamed with the incredibly warm, wet and
tender mouth of her unwilling slave and Mioki, despite herself, found
her hands reaching to pull Marie closer, deeper into her. In only 
moments her body was tingling with the excitement of intense sensual
arousal. Hearing Tiana reach orgasm only heightened her need and so,
pulling the young woman to her and thrusting uncontrollably, Mioki
moaned heavily and orgasmed into Marie's mouth.

"Yes, I think these three are ready," pronounced Tiana pushing the
blonde away from her nest and stepping away from the tongue of the
brunette. Sow, you are dismissed."

"Yes Mistress," responded Mioki, releasing Marie and quietly moving to
the door. She cast one hurried glance back toward the young wife before
she exited to see, once again, that same look which spoke silently to
her of betrayal, adultery and now forced oral depravity.

Mioki could not hold her gaze and so quickly dropped her eyes and
hurried from the room.

As she walked down the hall, Tiana's words drifted from the open
doorway.

"You will be sold tonight as sexual slaves to a very wealthy man who
you will pleasure whenever and however he desires."

Mioki winced to think what form those pleasures would take.


CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

"Mioki!" smiled the swarthy Arab," how nice to see you again."

"Mr. Karim," smiled Mioki in what she hoped would be a coy and
confident manner. It was difficult to maintain such composure, however,
when you are standing completely naked. Mioki had begged Tiana to be
allowed to wear something, anything, but her Mistress had been adamant.
The Sheik's son had requested a private meeting with the pregnant
slave. While Tiana disapproved, she had, at Darius's urging, allowed
the meeting to take place, simply because of the tremendous profit she
and Darius stood to make and because the Arab had insisted. But Mioki
was still a slave and slaves wore nothing unless granted permission by
their masters and Tiana was not about to go that far with "the sow".

"Your face is as lovely as I remember."

"Thank you, but as I recall it was not my face which brought you such
pleasure on our last encounter," said Mioki having noticed his gaze
fall not once but three times to her bulging womb.

"You will not be pregnant forever, my dear."

"Are you interested in such "used" merchandise, Mr. Karim?"

"You underestimate yourself. The excitement you brought me was not
simply from what lay between your legs, it was your fire, your
enthusiasm, your... knowledge of how to make a man feel like..."

"A stallion?" she asked with bitterness.

"Ah, your friend the blonde... Cathy wasn't it? I regretted losing her.
She was quite entertaining, especially with the larger animals."

"Is that what you have in mind for me?" asked Mioki as defiantly as she
could.

"Only if you fail to please me in bed."

"Then it IS your intention to buy me?"

"Why would I not? Darius has informed me he will sell you quite
cheaply."

"Hasn't he told you...?"

"Yes, I know all about your unfortunate adventure. Surgery can repair
the physical damage. What I am buying is the vixen within."

"Then why this meeting? Why not just buy me tonight?"

"Two reasons. First there is the matter of the baby. If I impregnate
you, you will be allowed to keep the baby, but I will not allow you to
raise another man's child in my household."

"That will not pose a problem for you," said Mioki sadly, "Darius will
have sole and complete custody of the child."

"Ah," he smiled, then we come to the second consideration. Believe it
or not, I did not enjoy seeing your friend die. Perhaps she would not
have died if she had not resisted so vehemently. She never accepted her
slavery, resisted even when I took her to my bed. She struck me one
night and I, in my anger, had her sent to the stables to be taught a
lesson in servility and obedience. Sadly, the horse was too much for
her."

Mioki winced inwardly.

"So you want to know if I will fight you too," said Mioki.

"Yes, you see ordinary women I enjoy breaking. There is a certain
pleasure in seeing them finally beg to be taken. But you, Mioki, are
special. It is the very spirit I must break in those women which is
what makes you such a hellcat in bed. I could break you as Darius has
done and take you whenever I wish, but I don't want that. I want the
mischievous, devil may care, wildcat who brought me pleasures which no
other woman ever has."

"And if I say no?"

"There are three women downstairs waiting to be broken for my pleasure.
I have no need of four."

Mioki suddenly realized she was in a bargaining position, albeit a weak
one. A slave she would remain after the baby was born and she had come
to know this man well enough to understand she would eventually wind up
pleasing his stallions. His sexually perverted appetite was simply too
strong. She would be able to please him for a while, but even with the
surgery, he would eventually tire of her and then her fate would
parallel that of Cathy. But, she thought, there are three women who
perhaps can escape both Darius and El Fah Karim. Her mind raced to
formulate a plan.

"I am prepared to accept my slavery and servitude to you willingly, but
there is something I ask in exchange."

"And that would be?" he asked.

"I want you to buy those three women for me."

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"I have the $750,000 you paid for Cathy plus another fifteen thousand I
have earned since. Darius would never sell them to me and he would be
outraged if he knew what I am asking. I want to set them free."

"My dear Mioki, what you ask is impossible. I have not traveled such a
great distance to go home empty handed, besides, " he continued, "the
amount you have is impressive and just might be enough to buy one of
them, but certainly not all three, in fact not even two."

"I will come willingly to your bed as soon as my baby is born. I will
give myself to you in any way you want. I know things, Al Fah, that
other women do not. I can pleasure you in ways no other woman can."

"Of that I am sure my dear, but even for such a promise I cannot do
what you ask,"

Mioki felt her ability to bargain beginning to slip.

"One, then! Buy me one of the women and agree to my plan to set her
free."

She outlined hurriedly the plan that was forming almost as she spoke.

"Hmmmmm," he said, "an interesting plan but..."

Desperately she sought to strike the bargain.

"Make a good deal for her and you can have what's left over," she
pleaded. "You can even use that to buy me! Don't you see, I will paying
you to enslave me. How much more willing can a slave be?"

"Interesting," he mused, looking again at her nude body.

She knew what was needed to convince him. She did not hesitate.

"I will give you one more incentive," she said.

"What might that be?"

"This!" she said dropping to all fours, placing her head on the floor
and thrusting her anus as high in the air as possible.

"I think we may have just struck a bargain," he smiled as his robe
lifted and his erection filled Mioki's very satisfying anus.


CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

"Six hundred thousand," bargained Tiana, holding the leash of the
otherwise naked woman.

"Brunettes are not so unusual in my country. I will give you four
hundred thousand," countered Al Fah.

Mioki stood mutely in the corner of the room. The three blindfolded,
naked women had been brought in by Darius, each with a collar around
her neck and a leash attached. The Arab's manservant stood stoically to
the side as the Sheik's son inspected his merchandise.

"Five hundred thousand," said Tiana.

"Four hundred fifty thousand. I will pay no more."

Tiana made the woman turn slowly and then bend over.

"You can see she's fresh," commented the Mistress.

"But not a virgin," said Al Fah inserting his finger in the woman's
vagina and finding no hymen.

"Four seventy five?" asked Tiana.

"Done! " said the Arab handing the leash to his manservant who led her
out to the waiting limousine. There she would be bound to await her
sister slaves.

"This one should be more to your liking, a blonde!" spoke Tiana, making
the woman turn slowly for her master-to-be.

"But not all that attractive," he commented looking at the frightened
woman's face.

"But a body built to please," smiled Tiana, cupping the woman's breasts
and pushing upward to emphasize their already ample proportions.

"It is not her breasts I will want her to spread," he replied
.

Tiana made the woman bend over exposing her most intimate privates to
the bidder.

"Ah," said El Fah, again using his finger to probe her nest," a blonde
and a virgin. I will give you a half million!"

"For a blonde virgin? Three quarters of a million should be about
right," replied the Mistress.

"Six hundred thousand."

"Seven?"

"Six hundred thousand. Take it or leave it," said the Middle Easterner.

"Sold!" said Tiana handing the leash to Al Fah who immediately handed
her over to his manservant. As the woman was led from the room, Mioki's
heart sank. She wished with all her heart she could have saved all
three women, but her resources were simply not sufficient and her
bargaining position not strong enough. She would have to settle for
saving the woman who Darius had just given to Tiana so she might
present her to Al Fah.

"We've actually saved the best for last," decreed Tiana pulling the
leash and making the young wife turn for inspection.

"She is quite beautiful in both face and body," he opined indicating to
Tiana to have the girl bend over. This time his finger probed her
vagina as his thumb found and penetrated her anus. The auburn haired
beauty whimpered and Mioki shivered in sympathy. How much of this was
an act simply to make Darius and Tiana believe she was just another
piece of meat and how much a bit of perverse enjoyment as he glanced at
Mioki and smiled, she did not know. The pregnant woman simply wanted
this to be over as soon as possible.

"She is not a virgin!" he observed.

"But as tight as one!" injected Tiana.

"Perhaps I should find out just how tight," Al Fah said smiling.

Tiana looked to Darius for instructions.

"If you wish," commented Darius matter of factly much as a used car
salesman might allow a potential customer to take a test drive.

Mioki gasped as she saw Marie laid back across a table. This was not
part of the deal and Al Fah, of course, knew it. He also knew there was
nothing Mioki could do about it. Oh, he was a man of his word. He would
keep his end of the bargain. But there was no harm in tasting the fruit
of this one before she got away.

Marie screamed as he raped her, Darius and the manservant holding her
arms while the Arab drove his large, eager phallus into her again and
again. At a flick of his finger, the other men rolled her over, still
holding her as he now filled her anus with cock and semen. She
collapsed on the floor in a faint, Al Fah, Darius and Tiana smiling.

"She will do," he said. "I will give you a half million."

"Eight hundred thousand," countered Tiana.

"Seven."

"Seven seventy five," pushed Tiana.

The Arab paused as if considering the offer. He glanced at Mioki who
twisted uncomfortably.

"My friends I will make you a final offer. I will pay seven hundred and
sixty five thousand dollars for this woman... provided you throw in
Miss Tanaka as part of the deal."

Again she squirmed slightly as all heads turned to look at Mioki.
Darius was not unaware that Al Fah might bargain for Mioki but he was
hoping it might be a separate offer.

"You want us to give her to you?" asked Darius.

"My friend, you have made a rather handsome profit here tonight.
Surely, for the sake of friendship and our continued business
relationship you would be willing to make this small concession."

"Darius," whispered Tiana, taking him aside, "she's worthless. You
couldn't get more than a few thousand out of her anyway. We have a
sweet deal here. Why put it in jeopardy?"

Darius smiled broadly. Tiana was learning fast.

"My friend, you have a deal," he said, shaking hands. Mioki will be
delivered to you as soon as the baby is born."
As Marie was led out of the house, Mioki, her own fate now sealed and
who earlier in the afternoon had signed over her entire bank account to
him, could only hope the Arab would keep his part of the bargain.

****************************************

Mioki scanned the newspaper quickly. Darius and Tiana would be back
from an evening concert soon and, as she had done fruitlessly for the
last two days, she looked for an indication the Arab had kept his word.
Her French was a bit rusty which may have accounted for her missing it
the first time. But now, there on an inside page was an account of the
rescue of a young woman who had been kidnapped. The story described how
she had been held at an abandoned warehouse in Paris when her husband
learned, via a mysterious phone call, of her whereabouts. He had then
rushed to the warehouse, fought off the kidnappers (who Mioki knew had
fought just well enough to make it look real, then fled as ordered) and
rescued his wife. There was a small picture of the two embracing and
kissing. Mioki managed a small smile. It had worked. Perhaps, just
perhaps, she had righted, in some small fashion, the wrong she had done
to that young and loving couple.

Suddenly she heard the garage door opening. Not wanting Darius or Tiana
to see the article and start asking questions, Mioki hurried through
the kitchen to hide the newspaper in the garbage can outside. She was
returning when, in her haste, she slipped and fell against the corner
of the kitchen counter. Searing pain shot through her. She looked down
to see the fluid pooling at her feet. Knowing her water had burst, she
struggled to make it back into the living room where she could lie
down, but half way down the hall, a sudden bolt of pain doubled her
over, she lost her balance and fell hard against the wall hitting her
head on a small table. As the blackness descended, her only memory was
of Darius and Tiana standing over her as she kept repeating the words,
"My baby is coming, my baby is coming!"


CHAPTER THIRTY NINE

The room was cast in semi darkness. Darius had carried the unconscious
woman to an upstairs bedroom where she now lay drenched in sweat as the
labor was going badly.

"Maybe we should call a doctor," said Tiana, empathizing with Mioki's
agony despite herself.

"No need," stated Darius, the sow won't survive the birth. it's the
baby I want and it's the baby I shall have! Leave us!"

"But..." Tiana started to object.

"I said leave us!" Darius growled in a voice she had never heard
before. Tiana, frightened, quickly retreated, closing the door behind
her.

Darius did not need to turn around as a soft glow emanated from one
corner of the room.

"Better start packing your things, Christopher. Pack light though, it
gets hot where you're going."

The angel stepped close to the bed and held the hand of the suffering
woman.

"Touching, but it will do no good. She's mine," said Darius.

Mioki's eyes met those of Christopher and for the first time in hours,
the pain was not quite so sharp. Noticing the soft aura around him and
the incredible softness and reassurance of his touch, Mioki whispered,
"Are you an angel?"

He nodded, smiling gently.

"Am I going to die?" she asked.

"Yes, Mioki, the end is quite near."

"Who is he, really?" asked Mioki, casting her eyes toward Darius.

Before her unbelieving eyes the handsome, cruel man was transformed
into his real form, that of hideous demon. Mioki felt terror to know
who, what she was married to, for whom she had committed unspeakable
acts of depravity and whose child she carried.

"Cute, Christopher, taking away my mortal form. Oh well, it doesn't
matter, the sow will soon belong to me."

"Is it true?' she asked the angel," will he take my soul?"

Sadly, Christopher shook his head in the affirmative. "The sins against
yourself can be forgiven, Mioki, but you have selfishly used others,
hurt them knowingly."

"God, I am so sorry," she said out of genuine remorse.

"Too late for that," uttered the guttural voice,"and the baby will soon
be mine as well."

"Don't let him take my baby," pleaded the woman through her pain.

"That choice is up to you Mioki," said Christopher.

"Hey, what is this?" demanded Darius. "She's mine and the baby is too
and, my dear Christopher, you know what that means!"

"One moment, Darius," said the soft male voice. Do you remember the
terms of our agreement?"

"Of course. I said I would take mortal form, seduce her, turn her to a
life of depravity and impregnate her. Have I not done all those
things?"

"Yes, you have. But what other conditions did you set?"

"That I would claim her and the baby and take them to my domain."

"And?"

"And that I would use no force, coercion or supernatural powers to
accomplish those ends."

"So you came to her as a mortal and impregnated her?" asked
Christopher.

"I just told you I did."

"Then Darius, the baby is not yours."

"What?" roared the demon.

"You came to her as a mortal. You changed form. This baby is not half
demon but completely human."

"So?"

"So since the baby is human you have no parental claim on it. It is up
to the mother to decide its fate.

"But she agreed...

"After Tiana whipped her into submission. That, Darius is coercion."

Mioki looked to the angel with hope in her eyes. "You mean...?"

"Yes Mioki, you shall decide your baby's fate."

Darius had been so blinded by his desire to claim the angel, he had
overlooked small but significant details which had cost him immediate
victory. But he wasn't done yet. He morphed once again into the
handsome man with whom Mioki had fallen in love. He went to her side.

"No more lies Mioki. Yes I am who you call the Devil and yes I deceived
you in order to corrupt you and claim your soul. But I am lonely Mioki,
I have long wanted a mate and children. You are lost already Mioki. You
shall spend eternity with me anyway. Bring the child with you and I
shall make you my queen. Together we will rule my realm. We shall have
many more children and you shall raise them in a paradise. I shall
shower you with affection Mioki and make glorious love to you each
night forever. I shall bring you pleasures far beyond those you have
experienced in this world. You shall want for nothing. Everything shall
be at you beck and call. I said you shall live as a queen, no, not a
queen, a goddess. You shall have power unequaled by anything here on
earth. Your slightest wish will become reality. Together Mioki,
together, you and I."

"And my baby, her soul shall belong to you?"

"Is that so bad? Bring her with us Mioki and you can be together. If
she stays here you will never see her again."

Mioki turned to Christopher. "Is that true?"

The angel nodded in the affirmative.

"Why aren't you trying to persuade me?" she asked Christopher.

"Because you already know what I will say. Everything Darius has said
is true. He has the power to reward as well as punish. He can and will,
no doubt, make you the goddess he has promised. The price is your
baby's soul. The soul that will never be able to make the choice you
are making now."

Darius realized the power of Christopher's argument, sought to somehow
blunt it.

"But you will be happy beyond your wildest dreams!"

Mioki looked to the demon in human form. "By condemning my baby
forever?"

Darius felt her slipping from his grasp.

"Bring the child or I will see that every day of eternity you will
suffer the most unimaginable torture! You thought the stallion was bad?
Ha! That will only be an appetizer compared to the pain and suffering I
will cause you. And not just physical. Do you think I haven't been
aware of the agony you have felt concerning the death of your friend?
How heartsick you have been over the depravities, the mortal sins you
have committed? How about the vile self deprecation you have subjected
yourself to concerning your incestuous seduction of your own mother,
father and brother? I will see that you relive those moments again and
again throughout eternity. Each day the heartache and remorse will
intensify, tearing you apart until you cannot stand it and each day it
will be worse than the day before. No relief, no forgiveness, no
absolution EVER! Leave this baby here and your life will truly be a
living hell for all eternity and that, as Christopher can tell you, is
no idle threat!"

Mioki again looked to Christopher who again sadly nodded in
affirmation. She was in serious labor now, the baby only moments away
from birth.

"You make it all sound so wonderful Darius. You promise me everything,
including my daughter. You seduce me once again just as you have done
in the past and I cannot say I am not tempted. But your threats also
reveal to me your true nature. I have been weak, I have committed sins
against myself and others. I deserve to be damned. But my daughter has
committed so sins. She deserves the chance to live, to love, to learn
and yes, to make mistakes. I can only hope she is strong where I have
been weak, that she can find her way into the light from the dark,
seductive promises which you offer."

"Darius was fuming. He was losing and in his anger he morphed again
into this true form.

"Is it your wish that the baby remain in this world?" asked Christopher
softly.

"Yes." was the quiet reply as Mioki began to deliver.

Another glow materialized and an earthly form also surrounded by light
stepped forward.

"Mioki," said Christopher, "this is Laura. She is a guardian angel who
will see your baby is safely brought into this world and who will
protect her into adulthood."

"Wait a minute..." growled the demon.

"A bit ironic isn't it Darius," said Christopher. "Recognize her? This
is the same Laura you defiled and murdered shortly before you met
Mioki."

Mioki groaned with renewed pain unrelated to the birth. As her daughter
was being born, Mioki began bleeding uncontrollably. While Laura was
able to successfully deliver the baby girl, she could do nothing for
Mioki whose fate had already been decided. Laura brought the infant to
her mother who held her for an instant, looked to Laura and quietly
asked, "Look after her."

"I will, I promise," said Laura.
Quietly, Mioki closed her eyes and was gone.

"So you think you've won!" pronounced Darius in a rage.

"No, I have lost Mioki, but managed to salvage a chance for her
daughter," replied the male angel. He looked to Laura. "She will be
raised by her grandparents. I can think of no one who could surround
her with more love."

"I'll be back to claim her someday," growled Darius.

"And I shall never leave her side for a single moment," responded
Laura. "Perhaps she will have her mother's heart and her father's
strength. If so, you will find her no easy mark, for I will be there
every minute to watch over her. When she becomes an adult, she will
have to choose her own path, but until then, I will see she has the
chance to make that choice herself."

"Bah!" snorted Darius, snapping his fingers and watching his two small
demons appear. As they watched, a small glow appeared above Mioki's
inert body and slowly materialized into her earthly form. It floated to
Darius's side.

"Well the slut is mine, anyway," he sneered in disgust as he turned to
Mioki's soul. "I almost lost you too what with your remorse and that
little trick you pulled. But you hurt too many, enjoyed it too much. So
now you're mine and I am going to take great pleasure in making you
regret denying me that child."

There was fear in Mioki's eyes as the two demons grabbed her and began
dragging her toward the shadows.

"Please take care of her!" cried Mioki to Laura.

"I will I promise."

The two demons threw her to the floor and began raping her. Mioki's
screams lingered even after she and the demons disappeared into the
darkness.

"She's where she belongs. I'll see she gets the attention she
deserves," smiled Darius. "Well Christopher I guess we end in a tie.
You get one and I get one but, unfortunately, you get to keep your
wings, at least for now."

"Not exactly a tie Darius. Since you were not able to claim both Mioki
and her baby, the wager is mine to collect."

"Oh, very well. What's one soul missing from hell, more or less. All
right, who do you want?"

"Her name is Mioki Tanaka."

"Now wait a minute..." countered Darius.

"The agreement was that if I won I could have any one soul from hell.
She is indeed a lost soul and now resides in your domain. Hers is the
soul I want."

Darius could find no loophole and knew he must acquiesce.

"Why this slut? She's committed almost every sin there is?"

"Because, as you pointed out, she showed genuine remorse and even
sacrificed herself, first to save the young French woman and then to
save her baby."

"I'll get you for this!" roared Darius and as his demonic image began
to fade, Mioki's began to materialize.

"Why am I here?" she asked.

"For another chance Mioki. No soul can move directly from hell to
heaven, but, despite your sins, you have shown a desire to make amends.
This is your chance. Your soul shall inhabit a human form. You will
have no direct memory of your former life, but the inherent values of
right and wrong shall carry over and guide, through the subconscious,
the actions of the mind and body you inhabit. This second chance is
your only one Mioki, do not waste it."

"I won't," she said earnestly.

"Now there remains only the task of finding a human who needs a soul,"
smiled Christopher looking to the baby in Laura's arms.

"You mean...?" Mioki gasped in excitement.

"This baby needs a soul. I can think of no soul more committed to
seeing this child is given every opportunity to grow into a happy and
worthwhile human being."

"I... I don't deserve this," cried Mioki.

"Yes, you do," answered Christopher. You have made many mistakes Mioki,
you have been weak, committed sins which will bear their mark on your
soul for all eternity. But you have also shown compassion and love.
Your parents will love her, Laura will protect her, it remains for you
to guide her," he said motioning to the baby.

"I will, I promise," said Mioki as her form changed into a soft glowing
light which slowly and softly entered the sleeping infant.

"Darius will be back," warned Laura.

"Of course he will," replied Christopher. "Mortals are vulnerable. They
can be very weak, selfish and hurtful. But they also have a tremendous
capacity for love and compassion. And that is why they are worth
fighting for!"