Cute Girls

What Did I Get Into? Friday

“Whenever I read a story I want to know what I’m getting into, so I decided to give a small info paragraph on the story for the reader. This story is hard to categorize. It could fit into a bunch of categories. Basically this story is about 3 females dominating one male. There are no male/male scenes. It contains group sex, lesbian sex, anal, b & d, voyeur, humiliation and more. Enjoy.”

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Me and my buddies were going through the usual Saturday night routine. The evening always begins with us sitting around getting drunk and watching sports. We then head out to the local club when we are buzzing. We started off with the usual: buying a drink and checking out the place, just chilling basically. Anyway the club started to heat up and I decided to hit the dance floor. I was out there for a while mixing it up with the ladies when this gorgeous girl approaches me, she introduces herself as Amanda and we started grindin’.

We probably went through about 3 songs, we were really getting into it when she told me she wanted to speak to me. Well, it was way too loud to carry on a real conversation on or near the dance floor so I led her downstairs to the bar area where it is not as loud. It’s brighter so I got a real good look at all of her. She was about 5′6”, athletic build, medium sized breasts with blonde hair and a girl next door face. She was wearing tight jeans that showed off her tight ass and great legs. Simply incredible. So we sat down at a table and started talking.

She began with some basic questions about me and I asked the same about her, nothing unusual: age, school, major, etc. We carried on for another 10 minutes with some small talk. We then got into a conversation about spring break. I was telling her how I really want go to Cancun or Dayton or anywhere but my cash flow, like many university students, was limited. She then told me her dad runs his own business and her mom is a corporate lawyer so money isn’t really an issue with her. At that point I’m thinking this girl is a catch and I can’t let her get away. Damn, I’m lucky. So we keep talking and the subject finally gets to sex.

We start talking about our turn ons and at one point she looked around to make sure no one was close by to overhear, she leans in and says to me softly “I’ve always had a dream to be in charge” That one caught me off guard, but before I had a chance to respond, she continued. “I’d like to dominate a guy, make him my slave, have him do whatever I desire. I get bored with plan old sex and I wanna try something more exciting. How do you feel about that?”

To be honest I hadn’t really thought about it too much and I told her so. She then asked me if I had ever fantasized about it at all. I told her I had, although rarely, which was the truth. She then, again, leaned in and said “You seem like a real nice guy Marc, I think I can trust you and I wanna help you out. I also want to make my fantasy come true. I want to know if we can work something out. What I have in mind is this: I have two girls that I live with right now. They are both here tonight and you would have to meet both of them before we finalize everything. But basically what I propose is this: you become our slave”

I kind of saw this one coming. Right away I thought, “There is NO way”, but the combination of the alcohol and the fact that this girl was so hot got me intrigued. I needed to know more details. “Your slave? For how long?”

“Well I was thinking for a whole weekend. If you don’t want to consider it that’s fine.” She answered

“Well, I can’t say I’m not curious, but I’m not sure I want to spend a whole weekend as a slave for nothing” I said.

“Of course, I don’t expect you to do it for nothing either. How does $5000 sound?” she asked

Well that’s a ton of money for me. I could live well for the rest of the school year on that plus what I had in the bank now. I could also go down to Cancun for spring break. I needed that money bad man. So I told her “That sounds pretty good, but I’m still not sure.”

“Good, neither am I, I need you to meet my friends first. If they aren’t into it neither am I. I never told them I planned to do this. It’s been a fantasy. I’m not sure if they really want to make it a reality. But I’ll talk to them. In the meantime go back upstairs, hit the dance floor. The girls will find you up there. Their names are Liz and Britney.”

So I headed back upstairs and ran into the guys I came with. I was greeted with congrats from them for picking up one of the hottest chicks in the place, little did they know what was really going on, and I would never tell them. Anyways, we talked a bit and I got another round of congrats. They struck out for the night and were going home. I was on my own.

I had finished my drink and I went to the bar and picked up another one. I took it out to the floor with me and started dancing, figuring the girls would approach me soon. My brain was in high gear trying to process all this information and what I should do. Honestly the idea was getting me excited. I figured I could deal with being a slave to a bunch of hot chicks for a couple days. How bad could it be? Deep in thought, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a girl, about 5′11”, just slightly shorter than me. From what I could tell on the dark dance floor she was also hot. “Hi,” she said, “My name is Britney, care to dance?”

“I’d be honored.” I said. She gave a slight giggle and we began to dance to the rap music in the background. As I said before, carrying on a conversation on the floor was difficult, but she tried. “Amanda told me about her plan. Me and Liz are on board, Liz doesn’t think it’s important to meet you right now. I think she might be a little embarrassed about it. She has always been shy. She has seen you though when Amanda pointed you out to both of us a minute ago. All three of us agree you’re definitely cute. But before anything happens I gotta give the patented Britney seal of approval” she said with a grin. With that we just danced for a couple songs. In between songs, she turned around (we had been dancing front to back) and pulled herself in tight to me and said “I need a bit of a preview of what I’m getting.” As the song began, she moved in even tighter to me, pressing her whole body against me, her large breasts mashed against my chest. Her cheek pressed against mine. Both of us were sweating from all the dancing in the packed, sweaty dance floor. Bodies were everywhere. I could feel people all around me dancing. There was absolutely no room to move. Amid all this I started to feel her hand creep down from my shoulders and she grabbed my ass, a good, hard grab and then she let out a satisfactory “mmmmmm.” She kept her left hand there and she pulled away just slightly and brought her right hand around front. She put it up my shirt and moved back in close. She started rubbing my chest and stomach while holding my ass. She said into my ear “I couldn’t be more happier.”

“Neither could I.” I thought. She kept rubbing me and my dick was on full alert, pressed against her right thigh. Another song began. She pulled back and took her right hand out of my shirt and she then wedged it down my pants and at the same time brought me back in real tight for a kiss. Her left hand on my ass, her right on my cock and her tongue in my mouth. We kept kissing and she broke away briefly to say. “Not bad down low either, you pass.” and she then kissed me again, hard, our mouths pressed so tight against one and other while we explored each other’s mouth’s with our tongues. My hands moved to her ass, giving a slight grab as we kissed. Her right hand rubbing my dick the whole kiss. She was getting me so hot. I wanted to do her right there on the floor but the song ended and she pulled away. “Let’s go find Amanda.” she said and I was left feeling frustrated at being forced to stop. We went downstairs and found Amanda alone, sipping a drink.

“Well Amanda, he passes with flying colors. Looks like it’s a go. It was nice to meet you Marc. I hope you and Amanda can work something out. But I’m gonna head home.” And with that Britney left.

“Ok Mark” Amanda said as I sat down “Are you in?”

“I’m still not sure, although between the $5000 and Britney on the dance floor your making it hard to refuse. But I don’t know if I’d be comfortable doing this. I’ll admit, as a fantasy, it sounds great, but I don’t know if I could do it for real. How about this: tell me what your gonna have me do”

“I won’t get into specifics, but I’ll try my best to give you an idea. Anything goes pretty much, we don’t have a plan. Just whatever we feel like.”

“Before we get any farther” I interrupted “There will be only you girls there, no one else”

“Again, I can’t guarantee that no one else will be around ever, I don’t know what exactly we are gonna do. This is my first time doing this. We are just going to see what happen.s” She said

“Fair enough I guess, but I’m walking away right now if you can’t promise me that no other guy will ever set foot in the house the weekend I am there” There was no way I was doing anything with any other guys. For any amount of money.

“Agreed, anything else?” She said.

“Not right now, continue with what I’d be doing. Your not just gonna sit around whipping the shit out of me are you?”

“No, inflicting pain isn’t my main intention, but you will get whipped and punished hard. You will do things you may find disgusting or humiliating or painful or whatever. You still up to it?”

“I don’t know I find it hard to commit to something this crazy without knowing exactly what I’m getting into”

“But that’s the fun!! …for everyone. However I do see your point. I am going to offer you $10000 dollars. Don’t you dare ask for more.”

Well shit, she just made an offer I can’t refuse. I realize this weekend will put me through many humiliating and gross things but I’ll get through it. “I’ll accept on one condition: I will not be cut or take any other type of bodily damage that will leave a mark”

“Deal” said Amanda, extending her hand. I shook it and we arranged a payment method. The money would be there in cash on my arrival. I could leave it in my car in their driveway so I’d have it when I left. If I decided I couldn’t handle it they would take it all back and I could go home. Simply enough. Today was Saturday night. I was to show up at their place for Friday at noon and leave Monday morning at 8.

The week went by ordinarily enough. Although the upcoming weekend was almost always on my mind, I was thinking about all the things that could be done to me. I also realized that I’d get to see all these chicks naked and that I was getting paid to do this. That mad me feel a lot better about the bad stuff that would certainly happen. I told my friends I was driving home for to see the folks for the weekend so they wouldn’t wonder where I was. I decided to pack up some clothes. I didn’t know if I would need them at all, I did it just to be prepared I guess. So I packed up, threw my suitcase full of clothes in the trunk and headed off to the girls house for my date with destiny.

I arrived at about 11:50 Friday morning. I knocked on the door. Amanda answered, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. “Before we begin, here is your money, go put it in the car” she said flatly. I did and returned “Any other matters before we begin Mark? Last chance.”

I thought long and hard about that one before I answered. “I’m ready.” I said firmly.

“Good, strip naked, place your clothes in this garbage bag and then take it out to the end of the driveway.” She said as she handed me a garbage bag. She said it in such a firm, commanding way, so much different then when we first met. Before she was nice and patient and understanding. The warm tone in her voice was gone.

“Huh, outside?” I said, caught off guard. I didn’t expect to parade around in the middle on the day naked in public. The girls lived right by campus in a suburban street inhabited my groups of students. People were always walking back and forth to school on the sidewalks in plain view of the house.

“Yes, did you misunderstand me?” She asked me impatiently.

“No, its just, well, don’t you care that people will see a naked guy going in and out of your house?” I asked nervously.

“None of your business Slave. From now on any order that isn’t immediately followed will be punished. Now do it. If you want to quit just say the word “quitter” and I will take the money out of your car and you can go home no poorer, no richer than when you left. Naked. Trash. Now.”

I thought of just going home, just saying I made a mistake, but the ten grand is too much to give up on without a fight. So there I was, I looked around nervously. I could see a couple girls walking this way. They were far enough away that they might not notice me, but I would be heading right toward them when I took out the trash. It would be pretty hard to miss a naked guy on the side of the road no matter how far away you were. There were also a couple of people walking away. Their backs were turned and they probably wouldn’t see me. I had one last thought of leaving, but I needed that money. So I started, I took off my shoes and socks first, then my shirt, put them all in the bag. It was a warm, sunny day, so I wasn’t cold or anything. I took a deep breath and then quickly removed my shorts and underwear, threw them in the garbage bag and ran to the edge of the driveway, right in the direction of the girls. I looked up, that group of girls saw me, their eyes were wide in shock. I took so much time getting undressed that they had gotten pretty close to the house. I quickly dumped the bag off and ran back to the front door, approaching Amanda in the doorway.

“Stop” Amanda said. “Wait for those girls to pass. Turn around, face them and don’t move a muscle until I say so” she closed the door as I had no choice but to watch the group of girls approaching, staring at me the whole time. I could hear giggles now. Being naked outdoors is a weird feeling, even though it was a warm day I was chilled by the slight breeze. My body had goose bumps. I was slightly shivering also. The girls got to the sidewalk right at the front of the house, barely 15 feet away and just stared at me, fully naked standing on a porch. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. I couldn’t even look up. I put my chin to my chest. I could feel my face burning in embarrassment as they stared and laughed at my predicament. I didn’t dare try to cover myself because I knew Amanda would not approve. I just stood there with my arms by my sides waiting for them to pass. Finally they were far enough away. Amanda opened the door and said “Enter.”

I entered and I saw Britney and whom I assumed to be Liz standing on the other side of the hall watching me. Amanda spoke first: “Ok, Mark let me tell you how this is going to go. You do absolutely nothing without our permission. I mean that. Nothing. Disobeying will be met with strict punishment. You will remain naked at all times unless someone tells you different. You will refer to us at Mistress Amanda, Britney and Liz. You will answer to slave and come when anyone yells slave. Are you clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Amanda.” I said, remembering to say mistress on the first try. This was very embarrassing for me, standing naked while these girls looked me over, in total control. However, even with my nervous fear and humiliation I couldn’t contain my erection and I stood at full alert looking at these beauties. Amanda, with her blonde hair, medium height and athletic build. Britney, tall with blonde hair as well, more curvy than Amanda. She had large breasts, but not gigantic. And Liz was small, barely five feet. She has short brown hair and small perky tits. She couldn’t have weighted more than 100 lbs.

“Well girls” said Amanda “What do you think?”

“Definitely a good pick Amanda. He’s in good shape. I am going to enjoy this.” said Liz. She than came over and gave my ass a slap and then a grab. Not as shy as she was when she couldn’t even talk to me at the club. Liz appeared to be so comfortable in this situation. She seemed to relish being in control of me. On the other hand I could really sense Britney’s tentativeness by her body language and facial expressions. Liz circled me, looking me over and then said “I think we should shave off his body hair. Make him smooth everywhere. I don’t like the feel of body hair against my skin. Plus it will seem like he is ours after we are done.”

“I agree.” said Amanda “I think we should wax his legs. Let him feel just regular pain for a woman, let’s go slave.” Amanda turned and walked upstairs. I followed her while Liz and Britney followed me. I could tell Amanda was the leader of the group, she seemed to be the decision maker. We arrived in an upstairs bathroom.

“Liz, go prepare the hot wax.” Amanda said as Britney laid out a towel on the floor.

“Think this will be ok Amanda?” asked Britney, motioning to the towel on the floor.

“Well the floor is a good idea, but the towel is a luxury the slave doesn’t need.” Amanda picked it up and put it back in the cupboard as Britney looked at me and shrugged. She didn’t seem to feel any pity for me either. Looks like this could be a long weekend. “On the floor slave” Amanda ordered.

I did as I was told, lying belly-up on the tiled floor. It was very cold and uncomfortable. Amanda and Britney left and I lay there for about five minutes. That gave me even more time to think about my unique situation. I looked at my legs, my arms and how all the hair would soon be taken from me, using wax in some places, that would be painful. They all re-entered at the same time, with what was obviously the wax.

“Hold up your right left” Britney ordered. I lifted it straight up and the girls began to apply the wax all over my leg. Six hands expertly applied the wax to my legs. It was done very businesslike. No words were spoken as they worked. My erection that arose from seeing these girls while I stood naked in the front hall had left when I hit the cold floor of the bathroom. All I could think about now was how I was about to have thousands of hairs ripped from my legs. I’ve had single hairs plucked and they hurt plenty. I was very nervous about the pain I was about to go through. Even though this was customary for the girls, the way they did it to me seemed like unnecessary and a punishment, not to mention how feminine it is to have your legs waxed. “Ok slave, the best way to do this is very fast” Amanda said, breaking the silence, who then motioned to Britney who quickly ripped a strip of paper off the back of my calf. I inhaled sharply and let out a sound that was a result of the pain I felt. That hurt, a lot. Amanda said “Ok slave, that was one strip, usually it takes about 20 for a leg. So I’d guess 39 more to go.” Then immediately all three girls grabbed a strip and ripped them from my leg simultaneously. The pain from the first one was nothing compared to that and I made another sound of pain, this one louder. It felt like 3 hot bars were pressed to my leg at the same time. “Hurts doesn’t it?” said Liz “It’s not easy being a women.” I had no time to respond as the girls went into rapid mode…just ripping hair from my leg wherever they saw it as I did my best to just endure the pain without yelling or screaming. The pain was everywhere, as soon as one section was cleared another was started. Quickly, they finished the whole leg, from the bottom of my calf to almost the top of my thigh. My right leg was hairless. “Oh, look at how smooth that leg is now” Liz said mockingly as she ran her hands up and down my whole leg, feeling the newly hairless leg. “Feel your leg slave and tell me how it feels.” said Amanda.

Embarrassed, I ran a hand up and down my leg and said “It’s smooth.”

Janice came up to me after closing. She was wearing a collar with a leash attached. She handed me the end of the leash.

“I want my padlock,” she said.

I led her outside, cuffed her, and took her home. This was pretty much a repeat of last week, with the exception that I spanked Janice even harder.

I’d been getting more and more turned on by the B&D aspect of my act and had bought and built some stuff for my basement. I now had an ‘X’ frame built against one wall, a horse, a pole like at the club, stocks, and some other stuff. My basement now resembled something between a dungeon and a torture chamber. I didn’t use any of this stuff in my act, but the next girl who came home with me was really going to earn her padlock.

The next Tuesday, all the waitresses were wearing collars. Kelly and Janice both had padlocks on theirs.

I started my act and began cruising the room. Elaine was sitting at the same table in the back (she was the perfectly groomed woman who was the first one to have her tits exposed). She wasn’t wearing her collar, which didn’t surprise me. What surprised me was to see her there at all. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, but I never chose the same woman a second time. Nonetheless, I kept an eye on her. I found her particularly attractive, perhaps because she had been so ambivalent about the whole experience. I was pretty sure she didn’t know how far the act had progressed.

I chose a girl named Elizabeth who had worn a collar to the club and worked her over pretty thoroughly. I stripped her down to her underwear, made her stand in various positions of attention and submission, then chained her to the pole and stripped her naked. I gave her perhaps a more severe spanking than usual. Then I wrapped her in the robe and returned her in the usual manner. I kissed her hand and then locked a small padlock on her collar.

This became the new custom. I distributed the padlocks. (The whole routine was becoming highly ritualized. You had to have been there a couple of times to know all the little rules and rituals which had sprung up. For this reason, I almost never chose a newcomer anymore.) The lock didn’t lock the collar on, it was decorative only. A symbol.

Elaine didn’t join the rush to the ladies room. She remained at her table finishing her drink. I had a beer at the bar. Elaine had left sometime during my beer. Tom was just starting his act and I packed my stuff up to leave. My leash and handcuffs were missing from my kit. They had probably been stolen as souvenirs.

I stepped out the back door and almost knocked Elaine over. She was standing there wearing the collar I’d put on her all those weeks ago, with my leash dangling from the ring and her wrists locked behind her in my handcuffs.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispered, as much to herself as to me. “I’ve just never gotten that night out of my mind. I feel so foolish.”

“Not yet, you don’t,” I told her. I stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, buckled it behind her head, and led her away. I’d added a small cage to my toys in the basement. Elaine was going to miss a few days of work.

“Copyright 1999 by Harold All Rights Reserved”

Then he entered her. Both stared at each other in awe for a split second. His hands slid to her hips, moving her up, slowly, then down again. “Aaaah, Sofia!” his voice was shaken as her was overcome. He kissed her now with such force he might break her, but she returned it equally, wanting him everywhere, her legs wrapping tighter around him. He moved faster and she wrapped her arms around him tightly, makings fists for fear the she may claw him. She moaned as he kissed her, and he slowed for a moment looking back at her. “Malek, please!” she gasped. He smiled now and she kissed his smile, his cheek, his eyes. Overcome again, he placed his arms against the door, leaving her to hold on with her legs about him and he pounded into her. Harder and faster. He felt her muscles contract and, hands outstretched now, she clawed at him, making deep gouges, which she knew would tingle and sting, but heal immediately. He opened his mouth, as if to cry out, but he did not. His fangs were now fully extended and he swooped down, driving his fangs into her neck. He did not drink, but at that moment, exploded within her. She was speechless as her orgasm fell over her in waves. She buried her head into his neck, whimpering quietly, gasping. He held her now, still standing, still locked in their lustful embrace.

“Ohhhh,” they both sighed, then laughed as they did so in sync with each other. Malek lifted her off him and her legs trembled as she stood. They turned to look at the room they were in. Malek nodded in approval. The walls were oak paneled, decorated with huge oil paintings of mortals, long gone. Three huge windows opposite them, which opened out onto a giant stone terrace. The bed, a four poster which reached to the ceiling, so high that a mortal would not see the top, in the darkness. Great antique velvet drapes hung there, shimmering. Malek clicked his fingers, and took Sofia’s hand at the same time. Candles burst into flames on the wall, throwing light into the room. The velvet was blood red.”The red room!” Sofia chirped. He looked down at her and smiled seriously “Come,”He led her by the hand to a room on the far right. It was a bath chamber. The same black marble as the hallways. A huge, claw-footed bath was off to the left in front of the window. The moon was in view here, and it was full. The bath was surrounded on one side by candles of all shapes and sizes and, with the same sorcery, Malek lit them all. Sofia was still trembling from their desperate embrace moments ago and he knew this.

“Worry not, Sofia my dear, we have time, I shall not leave you yet,” he smiled down at her and head her to the bath. “Sorcery Malek. ” she muttered, as she looked into it, filled with water. The water was not quite hot, but she was immune to heat and cold, unless it suited her to react to it for attention. Sofia now merely sought the sensation of the water lapping around her, cleansing her. Malek stood watching, as if supervising a child, watching her apprehension. Sofia lay back, soaking her hair until it fanned out in silky tendrils under the water, around her face. He knelt to her, pleased, and she looked into his eyes and smiled. “Are you joining me Malek, or will you watch me?”

He smiled a broad appreciative smile, as if he had waited for the invitation. He stood and stepped in behind her. She sighed as she felt his legs wrap around her, the water splashing up against them both. His wet hands massaged the back of her neck, slid along her shoulders, rubbing and pressing, and then down to her breasts, where they stayed, and Sofia clasped her hands over his, smiling up at the moonlight. He purred quietly as she stroked his hands. She felt all her muscles in the still water, and his against hers.

“You are still tense, child!” he said, his musical, accented voice echoing throughout the room. She threw his hands away in exasperation, splashing. “Malek! MUST you insist on calling me child! Still? I am almost two hundred years old!” With that, he roared suddenly with a laughter that startled her, the force blew out all the candles. She sat forward indignantly, but couldn’t help giggling herself. He pulled her back against his chest and leaned to her ear, “Make the most of it dear, I have much to show you this night!” Still quietly chuckling, he splayed out the fingers of his left hand, re-lighting all the candles. He raised his right hand in front of her face, making a fist, which suddenly shone with a pale blue light.

“See?” he whispered. She tried to prise his fingers open, pouting when she could not, and then he opened his hand. The blue light fell into the water, making it come alive, as if millions of tiny hands were washing them, massaging them, stroking them. Sofia sat in amazement at first, then relaxed back into Malek, allowing the magic to work. She felt a stirring in Malek, and this made her writhe against him. He sighed with pleasure and then pushed her forward as he rose and stepped out. Sofia looked confused, but smiled, opening her eyes as he did so. He padded, dripping, to the other side of the room, taking a black silk robe that hung on the opposite door. Sofia raised an eyebrow. Malek knew she was confused. He would take her again, he knew. But he would not be so selfish with her. He smiled, walking back to her.

“Don’t tell me you’re leaving?” she said quietly. He held out his hand to her.

“Sofia, shut up for once!” A grin spread across his face and she stepped out. He pulled her to him. She shivered slightly as the water tingled on her skin. His hands brushed the wet hair from her face and he held her there for a moment, watching her jet eyes sparkle. He brushed her lashes with his thumb with a gentleness that was almost painful to her. She was not used to being handled so lovingly. He caught her gaze and she sensed his sorcery again there. Without explanation or resistance, she sank down to the floor, melting into the cold marble. He knelt beside her, bending to kiss her breasts, trailing his tongue down to her navel, where she quivered with anticipation. He relished her tormented silence, hovering lower at the triangle of black hair. She reached down and stroked his face once.

Lifting her hips in encouragement, he smiled, stroking her leg with his right hand, in one long sweep to the inside of her thigh, and then slid a finger deep inside her. Sofia gasped and her hands clenched at her sides. She lifted herself, grinding against his hand slowly at first, then with more force, but Malek would not allow her to control her actions. He slid a second finger inside her, then another, very gently. She slowed, which he expected her to do, feeling the sensation. Malek smiled, at his regaining control over her pleasure. She wrapped her arms across her face as she felt his hot breath on her clitoris and then he tasted her. “Malek!” she whispered hoarsely. She felt his mouth shiver and this excited her all the more, knowing that he too held back. His tongue tasted her, now more insistent. She growled to herself, afraid to move in case he stopped, for she knew he would. He lapped at her, groaning himself now, his left hand reaching for her breast, squeezing gently. At this, she knew he was past wanting to stop and she relaxed and hissed,

“Oh God Malek!….Malek Malek Malek!” He heard the blood rising in her. His fingers now moved in and out deeply and slowly. Her muscles contracted around them violently and she cried aloud. He lifted his head to watch her come, pulling her arm away from her face he looked deep into her eyes, this child woman, still grinding on his fingers, shivering and gasping for breath. He released her and bent to kiss her, but she turned her head away, still in the throes of orgasm. “Hmmm, you are afraid of this?” he asked, not expecting an answer. Then he whispered, “Yes, much more to show you,” Before standing, he blew gently from her neck down to her feet and she was immediately warm and dry. Sofia looked at him finally. She looked sad and a tear glistened in her eye, but did not fall. Everything gone now, she was completely open to him, pure and innocent. “Show me, Malek.” He scooped her up in his arms again and carried her to the giant bed where he placed her, and removed his robe. He might love her, but could not and this torment was in his eyes.

“Sofia, you are a most beautiful creature” his voice trembled now and his eyes glistened. He lay on top of her gently, their bodies moulding together and she opened her legs slightly. He kissed her, with painful delicacy, and she opened up to him like a flower.”Malek, this cannot end.I…” he kissed her. Could not hear it. Would not, for it was too much for him to bear. He entered her with the same agonising gentility and he moved slowly, holding her head so that she looked deep into his soul.”Know what you see is the truth, Sofia.” Her hands slid from his face, down his sides and she pulled him deeper into her.”Malek…ah ,” she closed her eyes, her body moving against him with increasing urgency, and he responded. Oh, how he enjoyed being inside her! “Please!” she begged. He thrust hard once, just to see her reaction and she arched towards him and then froze. He could see from her eyes that he began to anger her in the nicest way - she clenched her teeth, biting her own lip and drawing blood there. He licked at the blood, then sighed, giving in to his own need and began to move again, harder this time. She brought her knees up and he grabbed them, pinning then down and her into contortion. He thrust even more deeply and his mouth covered hers. He kissed her desperately, feeling her fangs extend painfully with yearning. He looked at her while his tongue explored her mouth. Her eyes were half closed, but in her irises shone brilliant pinpricks of silver, which flashed, the harder he fucked her. Her talons were gouging deep into his sides and he cried out as if to say her name. He brought himself up on his arms so that he could watch her moving, writhing against him.

“Harder, Malek! You shall not break me!” she growled. His hands were on her breasts now. He bent down to lick one and snarled,”Then I shall!” He guided her hands to the head of the bed where she held on. He pushed her knees back down, so that she was almost impossibly contorted, and he fucked her with such force, his nails digging in as he held her knees.”God!” he cried out, fighting orgasm. Such exquisite torture. She was now whining and moaning, her mouth wide open and her fangs fully extended - so much so, that her mouth bled. He smelled this blood in the sir and thrust harder.”Sofia!” He threw his head back, taking a breath as he did so. “Sofia! Let go of your hunger! Embrace me!” In the swiftest of movements, she pulled herself up to his neck and her fangs bit into his neck, she cried out as she did this, at the point of her own orgasm. He cried out at such a passionate gesture, which made him come, his own fangs extending and sinking into her neck. They both sank down, writhing against each other, their juices throbbing, their mouths drinking, locked onto each other in every way. She felt his seed inside her, and it was as red as that which she drank from his neck. Her tears came then as she swallowed this beautiful glittering ruby liquid and felt every cell rise to meet it. They both stopped drinking and lay there, sated and motionless, but gasping for breath in relief and satisfaction. “Malek..I…I …”

“Don’t Sofia ” he sighed. She removed herself from him and watched him, laying on his stomach with his face in the pillow, wondering whether he was fighting what she was feeling too. She lay on her side, wrapping a leg over his. Beads of blood were on her chest and dripped onto the white sheets. She watched the wound on his neck heal and vanish. Heal and vanish. He turned his head to hers. She though she saw him blink away a tear, did not dismiss the possibility. He lifted his head and licked a tear away from her cheek. She sighed and closed her eyes……

When she had stopped breathing and was finally in death sleep, he slid away from her, aware that she was now oblivious to her surroundings and would have lashed out in self defence, not knowing who he was in her trance. He stood there for a moment and began to shimmer with golden light. New robes appeared on him, with a glittering jeweled sword of immense size. He frowned, folding his arms in confusion, pacing slowly, in awe at what had taken place. He stopped, leaned on a post at the bottom of the bed and stared at her. She was as motionless and as pale as a marble statue. The moonlight shone in through the window and she appeared to breath - but he knew that it was trickery. He pointed slowly at the heavy velvet drapes that she lay on and they wrapped her, like a shroud, covering her entire body. He walked around the room, closing the heavy drapes and pinched out the candles with his fingers. He walked to the open door, whispering to himself,

“Remind me to anger you again soon, my beautiful monster.” And the door closed silently behind him.

Jason glanced at the flowerbed as he strode by and stopped as if he had been hit head on.

Fluttering softly on a hedge was a white silk slip.

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