Drake smiled at her, he didn’t usually play with his food, but there was something about humiliating a slayer before he finally drank her. “Hm…I think I might have some more fun with you.”
Chandra looked up at him shaking with fear and humiliation. “Please, just kill me now.”
Her eyes widened as she watched him move over her and closed her eyes as she expected to feel his hard shaft tear into her body.
She held herself completely still, feeling him move over her. Her eyes widened when she felt his fingers spread open her lower lips and his tongue touch her. “NOOOOOOOO…God, no don’t eat me.” She screamed clawing at the ground beneath her as she tried to pull away from his roaming tongue.
Drake wrapped his arms around her legs, holding her firmly as he brushed his tongue lightly over her clit. “Mmmmm… tasty.” he dug his fang into her and drank up a bit of her blood then licked at the wound with his tongue.
Chandra was trying to pull away from him, when she felt his fang pierce her skin, she whimpered. “No, just kill me, don’t humiliate me like this.” She clawed repeatedly at the ground but all her hands did was just sinking deeper.
Drake was enjoying himself, the little slayer was begging him to kill her and all he wanted to do was make her scream in pleasure again. His cock was rock hard in his cape and he knew he would screw her eventually but for now, he was having more fun making her body betray her.
He wrapped his tongue around her clit and heard her whimper in pleasure as she pressed up against him. He loved her clit with his tongue while he once again slid two fingers into her sopping well.
“No please, not that again.” Chandra begged weakly as she felt his fingers slide into her. She had always loved being finger fucked and this vampire was driving her body to heights she had never been to before. She whimpered as he slowly pushed her once again towards orgasm.
She begged him over and over to just kill her and get it over with as she was pushed further and further into pleasureville against her will.
When she felt his tongue slide into her, she couldn’t stop the cry of pleasure that escaped her lips as she humped her body tightly against him. “Oh god, please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Drake thought about moving onto the next phase when she gave in, but he loved the taste of her on his tongue so he figured he would let her cum again. He drove his tongue far inside her and started slicing it forcefully in and out as his fingers went to her clit.
He pulled and twisted at her clit while she shrieked in pleasure. “Fuck, yes, oh god, make me cum.” She screamed pulling at her nipples as she humped hard against him. “Yessssssssss, I’m cummmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggg…” She cried suddenly as she coated his tongue with her juices.
Drake drank her up greedily then knew he couldn’t wait any longer to have her. He pulled his tongue from her spasming body and moved up over her.
Chandra was once again trying to catch her breath when she felt his weight press her deeper into the ground. “No more, please.” She begged lifting her eyes to his.
Drake smiled at her, “ah, but little slayer, the fun has just begun.” He held her tightly beneath him while one hand opened his cape, exposing his 13 inch cock while his other hand reached beneath her, pulling her legs further apart as he settled between them.
When she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy, she screamed. “NNNNNNOOOOOOOO…” She screamed as her eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t believed that he actually would fuck her. “No don’t fuck me, please.”
“Oh…So tight,” Drake groaned as he let his hard cock slither into her body.
Chandra continued to struggle beneath him as she whimpered in surprise, fear and humiliation, but he ignored her for the moment.
He was more interested in the way her body was tightening around him. When he had pushed as much of his cock into her as he could, he slowly pulled back out. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was buried inside her, and then slowly thrust back into her.
“Stop…No…” She cried as his cock drove into her body. He was longer and thicker then any cock she had ever had. It felt like he was stretching her body further then it was meant to be stretched.
She whimpered in pain and fear, as he slowly thrust into her. When she felt her upper body lifted in one of his powerful hands, she struggled harder against him. “Let me go…” She screamed even as her breasts were pressed roughly against his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around her. His cock was still moving slowly in and out of her body.
Drake held her tightly against him, as he thrust slowly into her. “Such a nice pussy,” He growled against her ear. He took one hand from behind her and pulled her back just a bit so he could grab her breast, squeezing it hard while she cried in his arms.
Chandra sobbed silently against his chest as he pulled her up and down over him. His hand moved to her nipple and squeezed it gently making her cry in pleasure.
“So nice, maybe I won’t kill you. Maybe I will make you my sex slave.” He started thrusting harder into her pussy while his hand pulled at her nipple.
“Agh…No…Please…Oh God…No…I don’t want to enjoy this. Please don’t make me cum again.” Chandra cried as she felt him fucking her faster.
Her pussy was enjoying his hard thrusts. The hand holding her waist tightly against him, moved down between her spread legs until he was running his nail lightly over her clit. “Oh…Ugh…No…God…No…” She cried as her orgasm started rising.
Drake held her tightly against him as he fucked her hard and fast. His cock slicing into her pussy, making her whimper in pleasure against her will. “Oh yes little slayer.” He growled as he pummeled her pussy with his hard cock.
His hands were busy playing with her tit and clit. He was driving her body into overdrive. “I am going to make you cum on my hard cock.” He growled.
Chandra whimpered in pleasure as he slammed into her, forcing her hard down onto his thrusting shaft. “No…Please…” She begged weakly even as her body pushed against his, pulling him deeper inside her.
“So good…” Drake growled as he felt her pussy tighten around him. “I want you to cum slayer, cum all over my cock, feel your body betraying you.” He growled lowering her back to the ground and pounding her pussy hard and fast with his strokes.
Chandra lowered her head back against the grass, whimpering in desire as he pulled her hard against him. “Oh god…I’m gonna cum…” She screamed squeezing her eyes shut tight as her pussy convulsed around his pounding cock.
“Yesssssssssssss…” Drake cried lowering his upper body down over hers. He slammed harder and faster into her making her shriek as he pushed her once again towards release.
“Come on little slayer, you know what I want.” he growled as he rode her hard.
Chandra couldn’t fight it anymore. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms wrapped up around his neck. “Fuck me, make me cum again. Make me cum with your hard cock baby.”
Drake closed his eyes as he heard her finally give in 100%. He slammed hard into her and howled as he felt her take him completely into her sopping depths. “Take me baby, take it all.”
He lowered his face towards her neck and dug his fangs into her tender skin even as he began to shoot his seed deep into her body.
Chandra screamed in pleasure and pain. Drake coming inside her sent her into another orgasm even as she felt his fangs dig deep into her neck. She felt him slamming hard into her body even as he drank her life’s blood.
The last thought that crossed her mind as she slipped into Eternal sleep was that Drake may have been a vampire, but he was also one hell of a great fuck.
The End
Wedding Revenge
Jack Stoat’s black hair, blazing blue eyes, and athletic build had enabled him to captivate any women he desired but in Jacks mind these numerous conquest were fading violets next to the rose that had been able to resist his charms. Now the one woman who had resisted his sexuality was engaged to his worst enemy.
Jack planned revenge against Kimberley Duff or Princess Kimberley as he would once have called her. By extracting revenge on her, he would also enjoy vengeance against Bill Rutherford. Kimberley’s’ and Bills’ wedding day would be his day of revenge. She would dread the day she had chosen Bill over him.
Jack had always considered himself above average and was able to command respect in all situations. His physical attributes were impressive. At 6’ 2" and 210 pounds he intimidated most competitors and he considered all men his competition. His competitors had feared him on the football and baseball fields in both high school and college. Jack had dominated all competitors except one and he would have won those athletic games against Bill Rutherford except for the incompetence of other players. After all Jack, at least in Jacks’ mind, had never cracked under pressure. His hatred for this Bill was beyond his ability to control. He would get even for every loss he had suffered, every sleepless night caused by this man. Jacks darkest thoughts forced him to conceive numerous plans that would ruin his enemy’s life.
Influenced in a large part by his parent’s money, the graduation recommendation committee had allowed Jack to receive a diploma from Harvard University College of business. Of course he believed he had actually earned the degree. Jack accepted a position with the prestigious Huntington and Huntington Pharmacy Supply Corporation. His father was on the board and his mother was the acting CEO, of course these facts had not influenced anyone’s decision to hire him. Jack was allowed to performed minor task, which had no real impact to the company, for an excellent salary.
This salary allowed Jack to buy luxury cars, live in the finest condo and have a personal trainer to keep his body in high school shape. Most of all it allowed him to buy a cabin next to a lake in upstate New York.
Life took another sadistic twist for Jack when Huntington and Huntington made the mistake of hiring Bill against Jacks wishes. Worst of all Bill had just been promoted and was now his boss. Why was life so cruel? Why should his enemy have an office while he suffered in a cubicle? Why had his enemy become his boss? These thoughts crossed his mind as he watched Bill approach his cubicle.
Bill Rutherford in contrast had no hatred of Jack Sloat. Bill stood 6’ 4" 230 pounds with broad shoulders and narrow hips. Unlike Jack, Bill chose not to have men fear him for his athletic abilities. Instead he wanted to be recognized for his academic achievements. Bill had participated in both football and baseball at the high school and college level. However, unlike Jack, Bill had not cracked under the pressure of championship games and had won both State Titles and college Bowl Games. Bill had won every competition between himself and Jack.
Bills wavy blonde hair, dark complexion, brown eyes, and keen sense of humor were noticed by both woman and men. He was friendly and outgoing with no idea he had any enemies He had shared his bed with very few women and was looking forward to the day he made his fiancée his wife. Bill was not aware of the plans taking form in Jacks demented mind.
“Jack, I wanted to thank you for offering your cabin as the place for Kimberly’s bachelorette party. It will be a wonderful place for the women to enjoy a weekend and as you suggested I asked Jeana not to mention who owns the cabin.” Bill stated as he walked into Jacks cubicle. “I’m sorry to hear your plans have changed and you won’t be able to attend my bachelor party. Isn’t it amazing the two parties are on the same weekend?”
“No problem, I’m glad I could help both of you. After all I am the person who introduced you to her.” Jack said holding his anger in check and indeed Jack had introduced Bill and Kimberley. He had taken her to an office party intending to show off his new trophy, Unfortunately for Jack, fate once more intervened and Jack and Kimberley met and became inseparable. “I wish I was able to attend your party but I made this commitment months ago, that’s why the cabin is available.” I hope you both enjoy your parties."
“I’m sure we will” Bill said as he headed for his office.
Jack left work early that day. Things still needed to be done before he could enact his plan to ruin Bill and Kimberly’s wedding. He had an appointment to see me, Howard Shields investigative specialist, and I’m still not sure what kind of fortune was shining on me when he made his appointment.
I have been in the investigation business for over fifteen years and I believed myself to be more honest than most of the investigators in this arena. Thru the early years of business I had shied away from divorce cases believing they were too seedy for my personal taste. Instead I preferred cases involving theft, deception, or very unique request, but economics forced me into the world of late night rendezvous between lovers and there married friends. I had become recognized for my ability to videotape the most hidden secrets in the most unusual places. Jacks’ request would prove to be more challenging, more unique and more fulfilling than I had originally thought.
The eyes of my normally reserved secretary, Jennifer, followed Jacks’ every step as he walked up to her desk and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Jack Sloat here for a 10:00 meeting with Mr. Shields”, I heard him say in a voice that reverberated against the empty office walls.
“Please have a seat, he will be with you in a moment,” Jennifer said. “Is there anything I can get you” she said in her sexist voice. If she were alone she would have added, “Including my phone number.”
“No, thank you” he replied as his eyes followed her as she walked into my office to announce his presences. “Mr. Sloat is here Mr. Shields.”
“Please send him in” I replied.
He walked into my office with the arrogance of a man use to being in charge. He was a man very much use to getting his way. “Mr. Shields I am Jack Sloat and I need your help righting a wrong that has been done to me. "
His wife most be cheating on him and he wants to force her into a divorce that favors his position was my first thought. I was wrong. “Please be seated and let’s see what I can do.” I said in my most professional voice.
I listened for an hour to his life story. I listened to all the perceived wrongs Bill had performed. How he lost the state title do to Bill cheating. How Bill won the championship bowl game by cheating. How Bill had stolen the woman meant for him through deception. How Bill had lied to get the promotion for which Jack was more qualified. How he intended on using my services to ruin their wedding and obtain the revenge he deserved.
As I listened to him, I started to wonder exactly when he had lost his sanity. How could anyone believe all the wrongs that had been committed against Mr. Jack Sloat? How could any semi sane human actually think there was any reason to destroy the couple’s happiness?
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Then he hit me with his idea for revenge and I had to admit it was ingenious. Not something I would want to do normally. But the times were tough economically and the $100,000 he offered for my services was far above my normal fees. So with hesitation and some regret I accepted his plan and his check.
“I knew I would find the right man to help me with this.” Jack said as he stood up and handed me a spare set of keys to his cabin. “Be sure to have everything ready before next weekend. That is when the party is and I wouldn’t want you to miss any of the festivities.”
“As we agreed Mr. Sloat, I will be there and video tape the proceedings. I will furnish you the tape on the Monday after the party. I do not want to know what you do with the tape after that.” I said trying to sound like I was in control but knowing his money was leading me down a path that I would have preferred not to have taken.
“That will be fine.” He said leaving my office and patting Jennifer as he walked out the front door.
That is how I found myself on the proceeding Thursday at Jacks cabin. I was installing miniature and wireless cameras and microphones throughout the building. The SV-CCDC1 cameras would transmit images up to a mile with satellite quality performance. The VC-VC5 microphones had similar performance characteristics. I had successfully used these tools in numerous undercover operations. Exposing the exposed bodies of both men and women, but this would be the first time I used them in the manner Jack intended.
The guest list along for the party along with pictures of each of the women had been furnished by Jack. There should be 22 women here. I installed 25 cameras and 25microphones in each of the rooms. With the motion sensitivity and sound accuracy, I would be able to see and hear each person and conversation separately regardless of what room the person was in.
The cameras and microphones cold transmit audio and video up to a mile away. However, with the need to ensure nothing failed. I had chosen to install the receiving stations in the attic. I would be there all weekend to ensure the system performed flawlessly. After all Jack Sloat was not the type of man to take any failure on this job without severe repercussions.
After six hours of hard work I was finished. Just in time for Jack to arrive. He tested the system by walking into every room and every closet. He yelled and he screamed and he whispered. Then he reviewed the tapes I had taken of his performance.
“I’m very impressed Mr. Shields. If this goes as planned I may need your services in the future.” “I look forward to seeing the tape on Monday.” “It had better be good.” Jack said as he walked to the cabin door.
“The party starts at four in the afternoon. I will be here by eleven and will stay until the last woman is gone. You will have your tape as promised.” I calmly replied.
When Bill took her to Disneyland and knelt down by the magic castle to ask her hand in marriage. Kimberley thought she was in heaven and accepted his proposal. How great life was going to be she thought. Unaware of the misfortune that Jack had in mind for her, Kimberly spent the week before her party putting finishing touches on her wedding plans. She had the final fitting of the wedding dress and approved the last version of the seating chart. She agreed with minor modifications to the reception plans. She knew her wedding day would be perfect.
On Saturday I arrived at the cabin at 10:30. I was surprised by the change in the interior. Each room of the cabin was decorated for the party. Banners, flowers, balloons, all the party decorations had already be delivered and installed around the cabin. At $500 a bottle, Cristal Hos was the most expensive champaign available and Jack had furnished the cabin with 3 cases. The finest caviar and the finest wines along with numerous plates of food were also available. Jack had spared very little expense for the women’s enjoyment. Little could the women know that Jack had added a special ingredient to each of the foods and drinks. I thought to myself as I crawled into the attic. Fortunately the late fall weather was cooperating and the attic temperature was not stifling. I tested the cameras and microphones and then I settled down for the party to begin. This assignment was paying very well but was also going to be very tedious and boring. Or at least I thought it would be at that moment.
Kimberley and Jeana had been best friends since before high school and when asked, Jeana had eagerly accepted her offer to be maid of honor. Neither poor nor rich, Jeana had been surprised and had jumped at the chance when Bill offered a cabin that would be fully stocked with food and beverage. She had thought Bill was paying for the cabin. Had she known who owned the cabin, Jeana might have had second thoughts.
Jeana decided to spend the money she saved by accepting Bills offer on a very special present for Kimberley. While Kimberley wasn’t a prude, she was a little behind Jeana when it came to the ways of men. Jeana was determined that the party would help remove some of Kimberley’s’ inhibitions.
Jeana had searched for days and finally had found that special gift that Kimberley would treasure and remember for her entire life. She had been surprised at how inexpensive this stripper had offered to perform for at the party. Most of the other offers were outside of her price range. This offer was well below the others and the video tape furnished by the service showed a muscled man with moves that would thrill any woman. Had she known the stripper was Jack Sloat, she might not have hired him. Kimberley would have one last flirtation before getting married. Jeana smiled at the thought as she picked Kimberley up from her apartment and drove towards the cabin.
I heard their car pulling into the driveway and watched through the monitor as the two women got out of the car. I glanced at the pictures that Jack had given me and recognized Kimberley and Jeana. Kimberley’s’ photo did little justice to her true appearance. She stood just under six feet with a trim and athletic physic earned though numerous marathons. Her blonde hair came down to just above her ski slope breast. I could see her blue eyes clearly through the camera. Now I knew why Jack was so frustrated about losing this woman.
Jeana and Kimberley entered the cabin and I began taping the events. As Jeana and Kimberley looked over the place they were impressed with the amount of money they thought Bill had spent. . “Jeana, you shouldn’t have said Kimberley. “When did you find the time and energy to do all of this?” She said waving to the food and decorations.
“Nothing is too good for my friend.” said Jeana. She herself was wondering how Bill had managed to arrange all of these. “This will be a memorable weekend.” Soon more women began to arrive at the cabin. The cabin was filling up and it was becoming harder to follow all the people. But I didn’t care the cameras motion sensors would follow the movements and the microphones would catch the sounds. I kept my eyes on the goddess Kimberley.
BMI had been developed by Huntington and Huntington to aid in surgeries that required to the patient to be in a twilight state. Conscious of what was going on but with no sense of pain. It was a vast improvement over what was commonly called the date rape drug and had the added benefit of removing sexual inhibitions leading to a state of heightened sexual curiosity for men and women.
As the women started feasting on the fine cuisine, their bodies began absorbing more and more of the BMI that Jack had added. Soon the women began feeling horny and started losing any sexual inhibitions they may have had. Unaware of the presence of the BMI, Jeana gathered them in the grand room and Kimberley began to open her presents. As each present was opened the women would adore just how lovely it was. Jeana waited to hand Kimberley her present until the last.
“These are my special presents” Jeana said handing Kimberly two small boxes, “and there is one more surprise for you.”
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Kimberley opened the larger box and was surprised to see a bra and panty set. As she opened the smaller box she was even more surprised to see a vibrator. All the women giggled and one of the women shouted." put them on, model them for us." Clearly the drug was starting to affect the women.
“Only if I can see yours” Kimberley laughed as she started to remove her blouse and skirt. “I’ll show you mine but first I want to see yours.”
In the attic I sat and watched the monitors as twenty two women removed there blouses and skirts. Twenty two sets of various size breast encased in various colors of bras were clearly visible. This was getting interesting I thought to myself as my cock twitched in my pants.
I watched as Kimberley removed her clothes. My cock straining against my pants as each piece of clothing feel to the floor. Standing there in her underwear, Kimberley slowly reached behind her and unlatched her bra. I gasped as I saw her uplifted breast with perky nipples for the first time. Then her panties fell to the floor to expose a shaved pussy. My cock kept swelling.
Bending down Kimberley put the new bra and panties on. Laughing as she realized there were holes in all the correct spots. “I’ll bet there edible’ she said as she looked at Jeana.
“Let’s find out” a lone man said from the doorway. Jack Sloat stood there dressed as a masked gunman. The mask completely covered his face; I would never have guessed it was my client. Slowly he walked into the room. Music began to play from the stereo speakers.
Nice to have the remote outside, I thought to myself.
As I watched Jack began to approach Kimberly. Swaying and dancing he approached Kimberley, with each step he unbuttoned more of his shirt until it fell slowly to the floor. His hands reached down and a whip snapped just in front of Kimberly. “I heard there was women the needed to be humiliated.” he said.
As I watched the monitors I could see the change in Kimberley. Standing there in her crotch-less bra and panties I could see her breathing was getting heavier and she was leaning towards Jack.
Watching from the attic, I saw Jacks trousers. His erection was clearly visible to all the women. “Take it off, take it all off cowboy” the women began to scream.
I watched as Jack swaying to the music advanced on Kimberley. Disguising his voice Jack said “See something you like Ma’am. If you do go ahead and touch it.”
My cock continued to grow in my pants as Kimberley aided by the BMI lost her inhibitions and began stroking Jack through his pants. Stroking him hard, making his cock grow even larger. The women began to moan. I watched as one after the other they began playing with their breast and pussies.
I watched as Kimberley’s’ new vibrator was passed from one women to the next. Each woman tested the vibrator with her pussy. I watched as one after the other shoved it in her womanhood. I watch as each woman fucked themselves with the vibrator until they screamed with passion. Cum was clearly visible on the toy as it was passed from one to the other.
It was more then I could take. Slowly I began to stroke myself. Watching as Jack took Kimberley by the hand and led her to a chair. He pulled her panties and bra off as he handcuffed her to the top. Her bare ass and breast were clearly visible in the monitor. I un-zipped my pants and stroked harder.
The music still blaring, Jack unzipped his pants. The crowd gasped as his cock slipped free. Jack advanced on Kimberley with his twelve inch cock. I stroked myself harder as I watched his hard cock enter her ass. I stroked myself harder and harder envious that he was fucking her instead of me.
I watched as his cock entered her ass. I listened as more are more of the crowd yelled for him to fuck her hard. “Slap her, squeeze her tits.” The women were yelling. One woman lost all her inhabitation and ran up to Kimberley and began sucking on her nipples.
I was sitting in the attic stroking my hard cock and watching as the woman sucked Kimberley’s’ nipples while Jack fucked her in the ass. Kimberley was starting to moan. Jack was starting to groan. Other women were starting to turn into couples as there bras and panties came off. It was now an orgy of naked women. Kimberley began to groan as another woman slide under Kimberley and started licking and finger fucking her pussy.
The monitor was catching all the action. The camera was focused on Kimberley’s face, ass and pussy. From her expression you could tell she was enjoying all the attention. “Fuck me all you bastards.” she was screaming. “Fuck me hard, make me cum.”
As I watched the monitors, I kept stroking myself, getting closer and closer to orgasm. Watching as one after the other women started screaming with pleasure. Watching Kimberley’s pussy juices began to flow. I watched as the woman licked Kimberley’s’ pussy dry. I watched as Jack was Cuming in her ass. As Kimberley screamed for more my cock began twitching. I wished I was Jack was all I could think as my cum squirted onto the monitor
But it wasn’t over. I watched as Jack placed his limp cock in her mouth. “Suck me hard bitch.” he commanded. Kimberley eagerly followed his command. Licking and sucking him back to hardness. I watched as his hard cock pounded her mouth, she was struggling against the cuffs but could not get away from his cock. He pinched and slapped her ass, her tits. Her face in the monitor showed her enjoyment. My cock hardened as once more I enjoyed the fucking she was getting. Once more my cock spewed cum over the monitor.
I watched as Jack walked out of the room with Kimberley still handcuffed to the chair. His revenge was complete. He would have a tape to show at her wedding. I watched as Jack smiled and laughed as he got into his car and drove away.
The women slowly recovered from the influence of the BMI. One after the other they gasped as they realized they were naked in the arms of another woman. I watched as Kimberley recovered from the effects of the BMI. She was screaming for help and screaming to be released from the cuffs. I watched as the women struggled to remove the cuffs and couldn’t. I watched as the police were called and they sawed the cuffs off her hands. I saw her embarrassment and swore Jack would not get his tape, but I did owe him something. I watched as one after the other the cars left and wondered how many lives Jack had ruined and how many new relationships had been created.
Then I climbed out of the attic and went back to my office to watch all the tapes and make a new one for Jack.
“That’s perfect.” Jack said on Monday. “Make the few edits that you suggested and have the tape for me on Saturday before the wedding. I wonder how Kimberley is going to explain this to her husband.”
“I’ll deliver it to the chapel myself” I said as he left my office.
Saturday came and I drove to the chapel, laughing as I thought of the surprise that awaited Jack.
When I got to the chapel, I handed Jack the tape and took a seat in the back. I was smiling almost laughing at what was about to happen. The screen Jack was planning to use to show the video I had provided him set behind the alter facing the guest.
Bill and the best man were at the front of the chapel waiting for the wedding to begin. I watched as the minister appeared and all heads turned as Kimberley appeared at the back. She was gorgeous in her wedding gown.
Instead of music playing as Kimberley walked down the aisle. A video tape started playing and Jacks face appeared. His voice booming out of the speakers as he talked about taking BIM from Huntington and Huntington and using it for his personal pleasure. On cue police appeared behind Jack and escorted him from the chapel. He wasn’t smiling as he walked past me. If Jack would have looked more closely when he entered my office, He would have seen that I video all my clients conversations. The video stopped and the music sounded.
While this may not have been the perfect wedding day that Kimberley had planned, Bill and Kimberley are still married, Jack is still in jail and I have that special tape I pull out of my desk every now and then to relieve my sexual frustration.
The End
Call Me Jack
“Item 125 is an unadorned chest made of oak with a cast-iron lock. Its 126 centimeters long, 70 centimeters wide and 60 centimeters high.” Miriam shut off the recorder before letting out a sigh. She was cataloguing the contents of a library, part of some disputed estate. All of it was going to be sold, but first it had to be determined what exactly was being sold.
Which was where Miriam Constable came in. Well, her and Janice Guerrada who was in the office opposite of her own. Both would have to go through half of the books in the library, but they’d had a little contest on who could do the contents of the chest that was now sitting in her office. Obviously Miriam had won it.
The reason they both wanted to do that part of the job was the story behind the collection. It had a rather large occult section and the books in the chest were supposed to be too dangerous to be kept where anybody could get to them.
A silly superstition of course, but it had whetted her curiosity and Janice had thought it was a cover for racy material. Miriam didn’t think so. She had found a few risqué books already so it was obvious the collectors weren’t that shy. Which left the question of what was in those books unanswered.
‘But not for long,’ she gleefully thought as her gloved hands turned the key. And she needed both because the lock was stiff, only giving way reluctantly. With a groaning click the chest was unlocked and Miriam now carefully lifted the lid to peer inside.
She was met by the musty smell of old books with a hint of ancient timber underneath it. Miriam was disappointed to find so few books inside, ten in all. She blinked as it registered just how shallow the chest was and a small smile appeared on her face when a hunch came to her.
A careful study of the bottom revealed that it was made out of several planks. Instead of starting with the books she had already found, she gently piled the few books that were lying on the right up on the ones on the left to clear that half of the chest.
Her hand traced the seam in the middle as Miriam considered how to open it. When her hand had traversed half of the width of the chest she felt something and on instinct she pressed down and to the right. With a click half of the bottom hinged up and away to reveal a second compartment. Books were piled up in a haphazard heap, filling the hidden compartment to the brim.
Miriam’s eyes were drawn to one book in particular. It was large and thick with three metal bands supporting its covers. There was no clue to what the book was about. ‘Only one way to find out then,’ Miriam concluded impishly as she took it out.
She turned the recorder on again after taking a seat behind her desk, she couldn’t open the book before noting what the item looked like. “Item 125a is a book, with no writing or artwork on its covers. The covers are light green with three iron bands running horizontally along them.” Since there was nothing else she turned her recorder off and opened the book to the first page.
Inside she was confronted with handwriting and a surprise. She blinked as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She recognized the writing on the top as Latin, but halfway it turned into what she thought was medieval French and the bottom lines looked like the squiggly lines of Arabic. Two languages she couldn’t read. It took another moment for her to realize that she was looking at a Rosetta stone. The same message in different languages.
At least she thought it was that. But to make sure she plugged in her handscanner so she could send an image of the page to a friend of hers. He should be able to tell her if she was right. Having sent the email she returned to the top of the page, she didn’t need help to translate the Latin.
Handily, the text started with a date. ‘The sixteenth of January of the year of our Lord 1603,’ Miriam read. Things after that got a little weirder. ‘To you, who reads this, be warned. Within this volume is captured,’ Miriam reconsidered the translation of that last word. No, it should be imprisoned. ‘Within this volume is imprisoned a demon most insidious. A creature of seduction and sin, not burdened by conscience or morality. Read no further, let it rest here for eternity.’
“Well, that certainly sets the mood,” Miriam muttered to herself. As well as puzzling. She had read about grimoires of course and had even read a few of them. But those were about summoning demons or classifying them, not containing them. When she had seen the date she thought that it was a grimoire, but either it was a very unique one or it was something else. “And it looks like Janice might be right after all. They did stash their smut in the chest.” Instead of turning the page she took the time to record the information she had gleaned.
With some guilty excitement coursing through her she finally turned the page. But she wasn’t confronted with lewd wood engravings or even Latin. What she was left staring at an incomprehensible script the likes of which she had never seen before. The page before her blurred and she had to blink a few times for her eyesight to sharpen again.
Startled she saw that she did recognize the language after all, it was modern English. True, the letters were a little strange but the style was actually quite engaging. A pleasure on the eye in fact. Writing her first impression off to being tired, Miriam concentrated on what this meant. ‘That this book isn’t all that old after all,’ she concluded. ‘The first page might have been written some time before the rest, but that is the remote possibility. Hmm, judging from the words I’d say it’s 19th century at best. More likely 20th century but that raises the question of who made it?’
She would have to read a few pages then, get a feel of what the book was about. Miriam snorted after reading the first few lines. ‘As introductions go its jarring, no introductions or explanations.’ It just told her about how something called a pleasure demon encountered a girl, barely into adulthood. She was kneeling next to a stream, with the sun up high shining down unimpeded by clouds or trees.
The girl was softly singing as she washed some clothes, including her own. This left Rachelle clothed only in her undergarments. ‘Lousy introduction, but the writer really knows how to describe something. I can see the girl, picture how she bends over to expose milky white thighs.’
Miriam’s breathing deepened as she read further, imagining the pleasure demon stalking Rachelle. Slinking up to her until he could mold his immaterial form to the unsuspecting girl. She could hear how he whispered hot urgings to her, molded his hands to her breasts. They could not stir her flesh, but they certainly stimulated her feelings.
‘Her nubs hardened as thick arousal began to course through her. Rachelle didn’t know where this was coming from, why it was happening now. She straightened her back as she pulled the wet article of clothing out of the stream. She stopped rubbing it so she could begin rubbing her thighs together. Her pussy was growing wet and Miriam cupped…’
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With a start Miriam removed her hand from her breast, her heart still pounding as she got her bearings back. She was a little embarrassed to note the story had aroused her. But there were more important things, like whether or not she had imagined reading her name there. A quick search only brought up Rachelle’s. ‘Alright, that’s it. It’s just too late, time to go home for the day.’ It was easy to lose track of time in the office, there were no windows because natural light wasn’t so kind to old books.
Miriam removed her gloves and quickly packed everything up. In a minute she was outside her office but she didn’t go down the hall right away. Light was still coming from Janice’s office so she knocked, waiting for acknowledgment before opening the door.
Janice was of Puerto Rican descent with a perfect figure. Not that she showed it off much, Janice always wore a pantsuit at work. Next to her, Miriam felt merely comely. Pale complexion, dirty blond hair and brown eyes set in a face that was pretty but never beautiful. The only ‘advantage’, if you could call it that, was her breasts. Miriam’s were noticeably fuller but so was the rest of her figure.
“Hey Janice, just wanted to tell you I started on the chest.”
“Anything interesting?”
Miriam gave a rueful smile. “Not really. But you were right, forbidden did stand for smut.” Miriam ignored Janice’s triumphant look. “Anyway, it’s late so I am going home. See you tomorrow.” Having alerted Janice to how late it was, something both of them didn’t always notice, Miriam went home. Humming a wordless tune all the way.
The next day didn’t start well for Miriam. She had been restless last night. The story had put her imagination into overdrive. It continued to hound her with fantasies of what happened next to Rachelle. In desperation she had played with herself, climaxing in no time. And all she could see was Rachelle’s quivering body crying out Miriam’s name.
It was the first time she had masturbated while fantasizing about a girl, but not the last. Afterwards she had drawn it out. Kept her arousal going as she envisaged herself entering the clearing. Unnoticed by a still recovering Rachelle she pounced on her, crashing their lips together in a furious duel of tongues. With the pleasure demon coaching her Miriam unerringly slipped two fingers into Rachelle’s wet cunny. Her second climax hit her as Rachelle cried out in surprise. That had finally satiated her. Enough at least for Miriam to fall asleep.
As she was about to enter her office, she noticed there was no light coming from underneath Janice’s door. Which was odd because Miriam herself was running late. And Janice had always been on time in the two years that she knew the woman.
“Hey, Miriam.” It was Janice’s voice, coming from behind.
Miriam turned around and waved. “Good morning to you too. Looks like tardiness is becoming contagious.”
Janice shook her head. “Nah, just ran late last night. Have fun with the smut.” After those words she disappeared into her office leaving a flustered Miriam alone in the hallway.
‘The wizard was growing tired, only the sight before him kept him going. The baker’s wife lay before the aged wizard, moaning as the forester’s daughter daintily licked her button. Sometimes that soft tongue strayed to the wizard’s dick when he pulled out. A sensation that never failed to elicit a hiss from him.’ Miriam hummed in sympathy as she pressed the palm of her gloved hand a little harder into her clit. ‘Both women were helplessly trapped in the pattern, their minds completely focussed on giving pleasure. No thought in their heads about where they were or who they were with. All that mattered was fulfilling their newly discovered purpose.’
It was strange, how hot this story was making her. The characters weren’t actually that attractive. The wizard was old and nasty where as the baker’s wife had a rubenesque figure that simply didn’t do much for Miriam. The forester’s daughter was the most attractive of the trio, albeit a little bony.
Yet none of it mattered because she was looking through the demon’s eyes. Their pleasure hung heavy in the air, flowing into her and resonating with her own feelings. Miriam came as she felt the characters climax, biting her lower lip to keep quiet. And through it all she kept reading, even in the throws of passion.
She was still enjoying the aftershocks when she read about the aftermath. How the forester busted down the door and in a fit of rage killed the wizard. With growing excitement she watched the women through the demon’s eyes. Witnessed the two bespelled women attack the forester. Uncaring about the blood he was covered in, they tore off his clothes. They bit and licked the newly exposed skin on their way down.
The demon chuckled, and so did Miriam, as he wove his web. Redirecting the forester’s rage he gave it a new purpose. With a growl the man took a hold of the kneeling women, forcing their mouths to where he now needed them.
A finger had just slipped back into her pussy when a rap on the door interrupted Miriam. She snarled and was about to tell whomever it was to get lost when she realized she wasn’t in the cabin. Unsteady eyes fell on the clock and Miriam was astonished to see how late it was. She had spent the entire workday reading the book and she had no idea when exactly she had started masturbating. She did vaguely remembered darting out to have lunch with her fingers still sticky from her own cum.
She swiftly removed her hand and rearranged her skirt. She shook of the urge to tell Janice goodbye through the door so that she could go back to satiating her still needy cunt. Instead, she stood up and closed the book. Putting it in its protective covering she called Janice in.
“Hey,” Janice said with twinkling eyes. “Got lost in a good book?”
“Something like that,” Miriam agreed while removing her gloves. Janice’s eyes darted to the book. “I haven’t found a clue yet as to who wrote it, but he certainly knew how to tell a story.”
“Or she,” Janice supplied as they moved down the hallway. Miriam eyed her quizzically. Janice clarified, “there were women who wrote back then too. And us women have got our fantasies too, you know.” Miriam was wondering when she had told Janice about the age of the book but was sidetracked by Janice’s suggestive wriggling of her eyebrows.
A playful swat on her arm put a stop to it though. “Not all of us are obsessed with sex.”
“Sure, you keep telling that and I may even believe you one day.” They had arrived at the security checkpoint. It consisted of a guard manning a setup similar to the one found in airports, complete with a metal detector and x-ray machine. As she eyed the arrangement Miriam suddenly thought about how she could get the book past it. For a moment she felt the urge to go back so she could take the volume home. Where she could it read it undisturbed, over and over again until the words were burned into her brain.
With a shake of her head she dispelled those delicious thoughts. There was no way to get it past the guard.
But she wasn’t the only one who was a little distracted. “Oh damn, I forgot to print it out,” Janice declared.
“Print what out?”
“An article, I was going to read it at home. Why don’t you go on ahead, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I could…” Miriam began but Janice was already gone, leaving Miriam talking to empty air.
Yesterday she had been late, today the opposite was the case. Miriam couldn’t remember what she had dreamt about exactly that night, but she could guess. Waking up to find your hands playing with your body was a new experience, a very enjoyable one too. But for some reason it didn’t leave her tired or calm, instead she was still full of energy and definitely aroused.
She had put on a fresh pair of panties after a quick shower, well it was supposed to be a quick shower. Instead she had ended up with the showerhead between her legs. Breakfast proved to be a delay as well. Every bite seemed tastier somehow. The simple sandwiches she had slapped together were the best meal she had ever had. After breakfast she had to change again, her pussy was sopping and her panties had been uncomfortably wet at the end of breakfast.
By the time she could go to work, Miriam had resigned herself to going commando for the day. She didn’t really have an excuse to leave her bra at home, but the cotton of her blouse felt so good against her stiff nipples. She left most of the blouse unbuttoned too so that the world could get a good look at her cleavage. The jacket hid some of that so that she wouldn’t be thrown out of the building right away.
As she drove to work Miriam finally had the time to consider a few things. She was a little worried about how engaged she had become to this novel. She was no stranger to getting lost in a good book but to feel an actual need to read it? No, that was unprecedented. But going over her memories like that also brought back what she had read.
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A deep breath kept her from squirming, or clenching her thighs together. It also caused her nubs to scrape against her blouse, releasing two slivers of lust into her body. One hand was already caressing her thigh, making its way up before she got a grip on herself. After that she just focussed on getting to work without having an accident.
Walking through the building a part of her wanted to shrug of the jacket that was hiding the most obvious signs of her arousal. The thought of all those eyes devouring her delectable form hardened those signs even more. As if they were begging her to release them.
She shared the elevator with an intern, a cute little thing who was apparently prone to full-body blushes. Although Miriam couldn’t figure out why the girl responded like that when all the librarian did was let her eyes trail the intern’s figure. Then again, there was no mirror to show her the hunger lurking in those brown eyes.
Finally, she reached her office. With indecent haste she set down her briefcase before removing the protective covering from the book. Her hand was already hovering above it when she remembered the need to wear gloves.
Embarrassed by that obvious breach in professional conduct, she planted herself in her chair with exaggerated care in an effort to slow down her enthusiasm. Her eyes flickered to the door, wishing there was a lock on it so she could have privacy. Her desk wouldn’t help there either because of the clear glass desktop. It didn’t stop her from hiking up her skirt though. The feel of the cool fake-leather molding itself to her overheated pussy did stop her in her tracks but only for a moment.
Trying to cool herself down again, she powered up her computer first to check her email. There she found a short message from her friend confirming that the scanned page she had sent him contained the same warning in the other two languages. He did note that the Arabic version was poorly done. Whoever wrote it had a less then proficient grasp of the language.
There were a few more mails but they were dealt with in short order and then there was nothing more that could distract her. With trembling hands and parched lips she opened the book again.
‘Stealthily the thief glided through the bushes surrounding the castle. The cool evening breeze played with her short hair and tickled her lips. She scanned her surroundings, taking note of every guard patrolling the grounds. Her heart was beating in her throat, skewing her sense of time. It seemed like an eternity before the moment came. The moment none of the guards would notice a grappling hook soaring through the sky. The thief had taken care to pad the metal so the silence of the night wasn’t broken by the harsh sound of steel striking stone. She yanked on the rope twice to ensure it was secure before she pulled herself up, trapping the rope between her feet in the same movement.’
Miriam squirmed as she felt the rope slide between her nether lips. Her hands were resting on the desk. She no longer needed them to stimulate her body. The writer’s skill had apparently continued to improve as he wrote the book. By now his stories were so evocative that she could actually feel what was happening.
‘With small increments the thief opened the last door, careful to stop every time she felt the hinges begin to protest. Her ears told her the room had an occupant, but the steady rhythm of his breathing assured the thief he wasn’t awake. She stopped in the doorway, taking stock of what was in the room. On the right there was the bed, on the left a chest and in the middle was a cabinet. Seeing there were no surprises she moved towards the cabinet and the price that was lying on it for all to see. With reverence she lifted the pendant up, raising the blue gem to her eyes. Letting the light from the hallway play over it she took a moment to gaze into it.’
Miriam’s eyes dilated as her eyes too fell into the faceted jewel. ‘A moment turned to two, the thief’s eyes still falling deeper into the blue prison. Sinking further and further into a blue world, the facetted gem sucked in all of her attention. She didn’t react as the sleeping person awoke. She took no notice of the rustling of bedsheets as he stood up. Not even the feel of his body almost touching hers could break her concentration.’
“Stand up,” a voice breathed into her ear. Like a puppet she did as she was told. “Go to the chest and open it.” After that she kneeled before the chest waiting for the next string to be pulled. “Open the secret compartment Miriam, the one you found me in.” Miriam read how she opened the secret cache. Approval surged through her system, rewarding her for her unquestioning compliance. Her gloved fingers followed the next set of instructions. Pressing into the left wall of the hidden compartment a click sounded followed by a small drawer springing forth next to the spot she had pressed on.
She picked the content of the drawer up then frowned. Miriam was unsure of how the story went from here. She rose to her feet again and moved back to the desk, the silver pendant with the blue sapphire still clasped in her right hand. With a wet squelch she took her seat and read further, eager to know what happened next.
‘She held the pendant in front of her eyes, letting it twirl on the silver chain. Without resisting Miriam locked her gaze upon the blue gem again, focussing all of her will on it.’
Miriam licked her lips as she began to transpire from the strain of focussing on the gem and reading at the same time. ‘Her mind open and welcoming, ready to receive instruction.’
A voice suddenly thundered through her head. Miriam vaguely noted the voice was female but the commanding presence it held drowned out everything else. “YOU WANT TO FINISH READING THE BOOK.”
Mewling she felt the command wrap itself around her mind, the words weaving themselves together like a net. When they were finished the net was pulled tight to prevent her thoughts from wandering where they were now forbidden to go. A feeble part of her struggled against those bindings. The resultant friction produced a mindmelting heat that turned that rebellious impulse to mush.
A low continuous moan escaped her as she came. And through it all her body didn’t waver nor did her eyes stray from the gem and the book.
“CONTROL AROUSES YOU.” A second net deployed itself, wrapping her mind even tighter. Miriam didn’t resist this time, fearful that more of that heat would break her concentration on the gem and book.
Not that it mattered because as the second net was pulled taut it chafed against the strings of the other net. Thought-dissolving warmth spread across her mindscape. Her loins began to hump the chair on their own accord and still she managed to keep her focus.
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Her mind was coming apart but the voice didn’t care. “YOU WILL DO WHAT THE BOOK TELLS YOU TO DO.” As if her eyes already knew the gem was no longer needed to mold her psyche they drifted down to the volume before her. Words were snaking across the page as if they were alive. And then the third net finished enfolding her mind. The world turned white.
‘They were alone. The master of the house was off to fulfill his mayoral duties. It wasn’t the first time Gabriella’s husband had done that, but it was the first time since the demon had arrived. Not that Gabriella or their new maid, Franca, knew that. All they knew was that the atmosphere in the house had gained something indefinable. A heady feeling was in the air, making both women forget there was an outside world. That there was a tomorrow.’
Miriam fingered the sapphire on her necklace, breathing in that same air. A thought flitted through her head. A momentary disorientation caused by the failed attempt to remember where she had gotten the piece of jewelry. A wave of pleasure drowned that discordant thought out. All that mattered was reading the book.
‘Feeling restless Gabriella wandered through the house. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she was looking for something. Even though she was the mistress of the house she moved furtively as if afraid to be caught. A hiss, barely audible, caught her attention. It was coming from the master bedroom. It had to because only that door was open. The sight that greeted Gabriella shocked her.’
Miriam’s eyes went wide too, for it was quite the sight. ‘Kneeling before Gabriella’s bed, facing away from the door, was Franca. Her clothes were on a heap at her feet, including her undergarments. The maid’s head was buried in the sheets, apparently the girl was luxuriating in the scents there. And it was doing more than that because the signs of arousal were obvious even from across the room. Franca’s hand was between her legs. With a single finger she was slowly tracing her puffy lips, spreading her arousal further.’
Miriam’s mouth began to water. Her pulse quickened to keep pace with Gabriella’s. ‘Her eyes were fixed on that finger, following it like a rabbit would a snake. That feeling in the air now gained a scent and it was coming from Franca. It was arousal, thick and musky, hitting her like a hammer. The feel of something brushing against her legs drew her eyes away from Franca. With incomprehension she looked down at the dress pooling around her feet. Gabriella didn’t understand how it could have happened, not until she saw her hands begin to remove the shoulder straps of her underwear. She willed them to stop, but instead of going still the treacherous appendages moved to her chest where they began to softly kneed her breasts through the fabric.’
Like Gabriella, Miriam’s eyes fluttered as she felt those hands squeeze her tits. ‘When her eyes refocused, they fell once again on Franca’s lithe figure. Gabriella immediately noticed she was standing a lot closer to the housekeeper now. The smell was stronger too and the honey-blond woman found herself taking that last step that brought her into skin-to-skin contact with Franca. Both women froze as uncertainty and surprise held them captive. It was Gabriella who made the first move. Coaxed by the demon she bent over to delicately rest a hand on the side of the maid’s neck. Franca didn’t resist when her head was guided away from the bed, turned up just enough that Gabriella could sample her lips with her own. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant. And despite being taken completely by surprise, Franca answered it without hesitation.’
Miriam’s lips tingled as she savored the sweet taste of Franca’s mouth. ‘Gabriella marveled at her own actions. Here she was, almost naked kissing a woman ten years younger who was completely naked. And loving every moment of it. In fact, there were other ideas popping into her head now. Sinful images that only served to heat her up even more. Her mouth traveled downward so it could suck Franca’s pulse point. Franca’s moans now filled the bedroom as her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied anymore. With her free hand she awkwardly finished removing the last articles of clothing until only her stockings remained. Those, she decided to keep. The raven-haired Franca squawked when, without warning, she was turned around and laid down on the bed. Giving her no chance to recover, Gabriella placed her knees on the bed and molded her body to Franca’s.
Involuntarily, Miriam rolled her hips and pushed her tits out as she felt Franca’s hot center press against her own. ‘Her sex was still a little dry, but that problem was solved fast enough by the first couple of thrusts. Their inarticulate sounds of pleasure filled the room as Gabriella slipped and slid against the still passive housekeeper. Gabriella had thought the sight of Franca pleasuring herself was the most erotic thing she would ever see. But watching the look on Franca’s face she now knew she had been mistaken.’
Miriam swayed in her chair, desperately wishing for more stimulation. If only Franca would add some fingerplay to it. ‘Their pleasure built up slowly, almost imperceptibly. Eventually Gabriella grew impatient, she wanted more. Lifting her body up a little she pulled Franca’s face to her chest. She didn’t ask the girl for anything, afraid her words would break the spell. It turned out she didn’t need any. Franca immediately began to nuzzle one of Gabriella’s sizeable orbs, alternating her kisses and licks with an occasional playful nip.’
She wanted to bite her lip to try and keep quiet but failed miserably. Her mouth firmly in an O-shape all Miriam could do was control her volume. Oh’s and ah’s kept escaping as she came, her body jerking as Franca kept up her assault on her tits. But the story wasn’t finished yet. ‘Getting enough friction from this angle wasn’t easy, but the stimulation her breasts now got more then made up for it. And apparently the same went for Franca because she suddenly stopped with her administrations. Her body shuddered as she coated both their pussies with her cum. Knowing that she was responsible for that was enough to send Gabriella over the edge as well. She had to drop Franca back on the bed, her arms barely strong enough to support her own weight. She buried her nose in her lover’s hair, breathing in her scent. Gabriella already knew, Franca was a keeper.’
“Noooo,” Miriam whined. She had been so close. Already she could feel the building orgasm lose its edge. It was still bubbling inside of her but still a ways away from eruption. Her eyes glanced over the clock and she did a double take at the time. Work had been over more then an hour ago. ‘Franca should, no wait, Janice should have knocked by now.’
She knew she couldn’t stay, but she desperately needed to finish reading the book. Miriam wanted to know how it ended. She eyed her pendant as she toyed with the jewel. ‘I could just take it home, just for a night. Nobody would notice if it was gone for one night. No worries about getting caught or interrupted.’ She frowned. ‘But how to get it past security,’ Miriam pondered. ‘The pendant? I know how to use it from the book and if I smuggle it out in my briefcase I only have to make the guard not see it on the monitor.’
The security camera’s would be problem, but they didn’t have sound so not a real obstacle. More of a hurdle. She was already putting the book in her briefcase when she considered that last problem.
Miriam only did a perfunctory check on Janice, barely sticking her head in the Latina’s office before walking down the hallway to the elevator. It was on the ride down that her body finally caught on to what she was about to do. Anxiety began to trickle through her system. How did she know that the pendant would work after all? A single caress of the gem put a stop to that train of thought. She had to finish reading the book.
Before she knew it she was there. As always there was a single guard, someone she knew too. Bruce was a nice enough person, although not terribly attractive. He was just a little too gangly for Miriam’s taste.
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“Good evening, Bruce.”
“Good evening, Miss…” The look on Bruce’s face when he saw her was priceless. Miriam had to admit she must be quite a sight. Spending most of the day in sexual delirium left her hair tousled and her clothes rumpled. She had also forgotten to button up her jacket again, so he had an unimpeded view of her nipples trying to drill their way through her blouse. Bruce finally recoved, “Miss Constable. I hope you had a pleasant day.”
Placing her briefcase on the conveyor belt she didn’t walk through the detection gate. Instead, she moved around the conveyor and took a seat on it next to the x-ray machine itself. Bending over gave Bruce an even better view of her cleavage as well as the blue sapphire hanging between those alluring mounds.
A satisfied smile appeared on Miriam’s face as she saw his gaze zero in on where she wanted him to look. Like in the book, she focussed her willpower on the gem. She felt it gather within the jewel, sensed it being refined. It only took a second to collect enough. Bruce was still recovering from her unexpected action when she focussed on him through the pendant.
Seeing his face go slack gave Miriam a thrill. She knew right away that it had worked. Not wasting any more time she went to work. Weaving her will through the words she spoke, “you feel complete loyalty and trust towards me, I can do anything I want.” Bruce groaned as this new truth took hold of him. Miriam too was affected, the act of taking control an unexpected turn-on.
For a moment the noticeable bulge in his pants tempted Miriam. It would be a simply matter of him dropping his pants and they could screw right there. The fact that the camera’s would record every moment of their coupling didn’t bother her. What did stop her, was that it would mean waiting longer before she could read the book again.
So instead she hastened through the gate to pick up her briefcase on the other side. “Everything’s in order, I trust?”
Bruce smiled. “Well, there is that old book. As you know it’s against company policy to take things like that out of the building. But you can do anything you want, Ma’am.” The bulge in his pants grew a little. “Now, if you will excuse me I am going to the bathroom. I need to jerk off. Have a pleasant night, Ma’am.”
“You too Bruce,” was her amused response. Shaking her head she walked away, a confident sway in her hips.
‘Delilah raised her crucifix, ignoring the exclamations of pleasure still floating through the air. “Stay back, foul creature. Release this pure soul in the name of God!” She was met by a giggle.’ In an epic show of resolve, Miriam had showered before continuing to read. The bathrobe was still lying on the floor next to her. The reason she was kneeling on the floor was to prevent staining her own furniture. All she was wearing now was the pendant.
This last story had proven to be as erotic as the rest. Set in a convent, it had lovingly detailed the seduction of three nuns. The first to fall had just finished celebrating with her first two conquests when this wet blanket had dropped in. But judging from the fact that there was only one page left to turn this story would soon come to an end. Even worse, the book was nearing its end too. Miriam would weep if she wasn’t still enjoying the afterglow of that double tongue-fucking.
‘Shana’s eyes were pools of absolute black set in a face that combined lust with mirth in an entrancing mix. Her poise emphasized her nakedness even as her body shook from those giggles. “Oh Delilah, you don’t think that will work do you? After all, I am not a pain demon. I do not feed on human misery. Holy symbols and true faith are a meaningless defense when it comes to me.” She looked over at the source of those moans and groans that filled the air. Constance was lying on top of the dark-haired Josephine with two fingers furiously working Josephine’s sex while keeping a constant suction on her clit. Wriggling beneath her, Josephine only managed a sporadic lick every now and then. Both were still wearing pieces of their habits, unlike Shana. Delilah’s eyes shot away from the sight, a furious blush coloring her cheeks. With a smile that turned wicked Shana languidly traced one petite finger across her slit.’
When that finger finished with a teasing circle around Miriam’s clit, her hips thrusted forward in an in vain attempt to get some more pressure on it. ‘Delilah scowled. “I know, I had simply hoped I could solve this more permanently.” Shana frowned at that. “What are you…” But she stopped when Delilah opened the heavy-looking book she had been carrying in the crook of her left arm.’ Miriam recognized it immediately. It was the book she was reading right now!
‘Delilah began to chant, “Per potere de Deus, ti commando! Vieni!” Shana heaved, her eyes were returning to normal.
“No! Please don’t, it felt so good.”
Delilah ignored the plea and repeated her words. “Per potere de Deus, ti commando! Vieni!” A shimmering something began to evaporate from the now weeping Shana. Josephine and Constance too stopped their activities as their rational minds began to claw their way free from the lust that had overwhelmed them.
With a triumphant voice, Delilah shouted her chant for a third time. With a whoosh that shimmering something shot into the book. Words began to emerge on the once blank pages. Delilah took no chances and closed the book.’
Miriam’s own vision turned black for a moment, as if it was her that had been trapped in the book. She turned the page, not expecting to find anything there. The story of the pleasure demon was over, after all.
‘Miriam read the warning Delilah had written with interest. She did not take it serious, but it peaked her curiosity so she turned the page and laid eyes on the demon’s essence. Using its severely limited powers it laid the link, making its words understandable. And every word Miriam read strengthened that link, feeding her need to read more. And through her reading, she translated those dry pages into emotions once more.’
Realization finally hit Miriam. What she had been reading had actually happened. There really was a demon trapped in the book and it was using her to get out again. It was control… She writhed and mewled as fresh arousal inundated her mind. She had been controlled to ensure she finished reading the book. Her pussy clenched as she came.
All the stories she had read now rushed through her mind, swamping her own memories and identity. Before her, the book’s pages began to turn on their own. Every fiber in her being tensed as climax after climax hit her only ending when, out of nowhere, Miriam shouted, “Per potere de delectatio, ego sum iussus! Vieni!” In a rush the stories left, leaving her alone with the pleasure they had produced. Her eyes rolling up, she collapsed.
“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.” Miriam’s eyes fluttered open. With a groan she hoisted herself up to her knees. Still disoriented, she absently noted she had been lying on floor of the living room. And that the constant arousal that had been her companion these past few days had finally abated. She was sticky and felt great, now that she got her bearings back.
When her eyes caught sight of the book, its pages now blank, she winced. She couldn’t believe the chances she had taken or how much she had slacked off. And now she had released a demon. Yet, for some reason she couldn’t feel sorry for finishing reading the book. A pleasant shiver traveled down her spine at that last thought.
A voice intruded into her thoughts, “I trust you got your bearings now.” Looking over at the source of the voice, Miriam came face to face with a man she was intimately familiar with. A pleasant face with eyes that were completely black, it was the pleasure demon. He was dressed in a long coat, breaches and a simple shirt.
She didn’t make a move to cover herself feeling strangely unconcerned about what the demon might see. She was concerned that he was here, however.
“I like to thank you for freeing me, Miriam. And to settle the debt,” he finished.
“Debt?” she asked warily.
“No need to be distrustful, I am not a bad person. You’ve read my life’s story, you know me.” Yes, she had and so she did. But his past was mishmash of good deeds and bad ones. He simply didn’t look at the long-term consequences of his actions. All that was a good reason to be concerned in Miriam’s opinion. “In any case,” he continued, “because you freed me I owe you. And I prefer to settle my debts as soon as possible.”
Despite herself she couldn’t help being curious. The demon didn’t wait for her response. “The reward consists of two parts. The first is that necklace you are wearing.”
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Miriam looked down. ‘My necklace?’ She frowned as she failed to recall when it had become her necklace. ‘Where did I get it anyway? I can’t recall…’ A relaxing warmth entered her mind, smoothing out her frown and that pesky thought.
“Just remember that the necklace is fueled by your willpower. Using it taxes you so don’t go thinking you can take over the world or something. As for the second part of the reward,” the doorbell interrupted him. “It’s by the door. Have fun!” And with that he was gone.
She was still staring at where the demon had just been when the doorbell chimed again. This finally kicked her into action. As she was donning her bathrobe the bell was rung once more, several times. Miriam was now hurrying to the door, spurred on by the now quite incessant chime of the doorbell.
Opening the door, Miriam was faced with a slightly disheveled Janice. “Janice, this is a surp…”
Without saying hello, her colleague barged in. “Where is it Miriam? I know you still have it, you have no right to steal something like that.”
Janice was still walking further into the house leaving Miriam with no choice but to follow. She noted with some wonder that Janice was wearing a skirt for once. “What are you talking about? What has gotten into you?”
She had lost sight of Janice for a moment when she ducked into the living room. When Miriam herself entered she found the agitated woman at the dinner table. She had laid down the book on it and was now flipping its pages, obviously searching for a page that would still have writing on it. “What did you do? What did you do to it?” Janice babbled. “Where are the stories?”
Finally, Miriam understood what was going on. “You’ve read the book too,” she concluded in a soft voice. That was why she was late for work yesterday and that forgotten article was just an excuse. Like Miriam, Janice had been affected by the book. Images began to fill her head. Of Janice fingering herself with her eyes glued to the pages, pulled in like Miriam had been. Her body in a constant state of excitement, even when she was asleep. Arousal began to trickle through her body.
But Miriam had finished reading the book, something Janice could no longer do. And it was now obvious to the dirty blond librarian that Janice was still very much under its spell.
Miriam shuddered at the memory of the fiery arousal that Janice was still enjoying. ‘Probably for the rest of her life,’ she surmised with a mix of sympathy and envy. Looking at Janice, she was struck with how desirable the woman was. She had noted her beauty before, but that was simply an appreciation of the competition. Now, Miriam appreciated her as a conquest.
Meanwhile, Janice had turned around with a caught look in her eyes. Denial died on her lips when Miriam untied the knot holding her robe closed. She shrugged it off, feeling unreasonably confident. A momentary flicker of guilt entered her mind but floundered when it hit that confidence. Janice needed help and Miriam knew exactly how to give it. The other woman could no longer be trusted to control herself, she needed assistance.
“Miriam, what are you doing?” Janice’s voice was shaky. Her eyes slowly dragging over every centimeter of skin Miriam was now showing her.
Instead of answering, Miriam gathered her will into the gem before loosing it like an arrow on Janice. She expected a similar reaction to Bruce’s, but got something much better instead.
A sharp intake of breath followed after her power hit Janice and before her eyes the athletically built woman sunk to her knees. And Janice could still speak. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing, except that I am going to help you. You see, the book is empty now. And as a reward for that, I get you.”
The effect of the jewel was still taking hold on Janice as was evident in her growing difficulty to form a coherent sentence. “Reward? Me?”
She could have explained further, but she didn’t. Rather, Miriam chose to show what she meant. “When we are in private and at home, you want to be naked for me.” Janice’s eyes fluttered as this new desire insinuated itself into her mind.
But the Latina didn’t start to remove her clothes right away. She did remove her shoes and jacket without thought, but her hands stopped in their tracks as they hovered above the buttons of her blouse. Her eyes still rigidly fixed on the sapphire between Miriam’s tits, several emotions flitted across her face as she tried to work it out.
Miriam knew that from Janice’s perspective, the desire to be naked for Miriam had just suddenly entered her. She felt it, but she had not been given a reason to want it. In other words, Janice was looking for an excuse to do what she now wanted to do.
It didn’t take long for her to find one. “You…naked…I…naked?” Her tone was questioning, but her hands were already unbuttoning her blouse. Seeing her command taking hold, Miriam couldn’t resist grabbing one of her own breasts. Tweaking a distended nub she watched as Janice revealed her hairless snatch. It wasn’t easy to remove a skirt while kneeling but Janice managed well enough. A contented look spread across her features now that her nude body was exposed to her friend’s approving gaze.
An odd sensation came over Miriam now, one that took a second to identify. The demon had warned her that she couldn’t use the pendant without restraint and she now discovered just what those limits were. She estimated she only had one or two commands left in her. After that, she would need to recuperate her strength for a bit.
‘One last command. Something that will make Janice mine,’ she pondered. A slow grin appeared as an idea dawned on her.
As a precaution she took a deep, shuddering breath to gather her thoughts before committing herself. “You’re greatest desire is to be my submissive fuckpet, a creature devoted to my pleasure.” Miriam’s vision went double as the connection was abruptly broken.
Her eyes no longer held by the pendant, Janice threw her head back and arched her back as this second remodeling of her psyche crashed through her. Her hips slamming forward in a futile attempt to get some stimulation.
Miriam squeezed her thighs together as she viewed the spectacle, only calming down when Janice began to recover. Her arousal surged again moments later as it hit her what she had done. She had taken control of a friend. A very sexy friend that was going to do whatever nasty, dirty activity came to her. And thanks to the book, she knew a lot of those now.
Janice ended up on all fours, her forehead almost touching the floor as she caught her breath. Slowly her head went up, until their eyes met. There had been some desire in those eyes when she had first seen Miriam’s naked form but it was a faint shadow of the emotion that now shone in them. Hopeful want mixed with doubt practically spilled from every pore of her being. Janice’s voice was filled with wonder and pleading. “Miriam.”
Miriam couldn’t stop a smile. Janice wasn’t obsessed with that book anymore. She knew she could help her friend, no, her fuckpet.
She opened her thighs in a wordless invitation. Her new fuckpet’s breathing hitched, then she crawled towards her as fast as she could. Once Janice was before her, she slowly let her hands glide up Miriam’s thighs until they rested on her hips. Miriam could see Janice’s body shaking as she took her first taste.
Feeling that supple muscle invade her sex, Miriam closed her eyes to better savor the sensation. Grabbing the mesmerized woman’s head and grinding her pussy in her face felt even better. And from the muffled sounds coming from beneath her, Janice was enjoying her new position too.
An unrelated thought skimmed through her mind. ‘Such nice rewards and I never even got to know his name.’
From nowhere a voice caressed her mental self, proving the demon had not gone so far. “Don’t really have a name, but you can call me Jack.”
The End