Hamn Magasinet

((Since this is posted in the celebrities category, I’ll just briefly mention what’s in here, to avoid anyone being offended. In this story there will be mild bondage and some rough handling. Other than that It’s only hot, consensual, adult sex. Disclaimer: I don’t own X-Men or anything else from the Marvel universe and I’m making no money from it in any way. Just using them for my own savage pleasure. And this is a fantasy, so remember out there in the real world: ALWAYS use protection.))
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It was late night in the mansion and along the dark corridor, a shadow was creeping. The carpet muffled the light footsteps of the small shadow and no sound was heard. The whole mansion was quiet. Only few people were in their rooms this night, but the creeping shadow still moved silently. The purpose of the night excursion would fail if someone woke up. One person in particular. The figure slowed to a halt outside a door and waited; listening for noise inside. Hearing nothing, the shadow slipped through the door… without opening it.
It was almost as dark in Piotr’s room as in the rest of the X-Men mansion. Kitty paused inside the door to make sure he was asleep, before moving closer to the large figure in the bed. All her careful scheming would be ruined if she messed up now, so she moved painfully slow. Her fingers twirled nervously in the dark around the long slivers of soft fabric she had brought. His broad back was turned to her. This wasn’t going to be easy. She would have to be quick.
She reached out and touched him very gently. Like she had expected he reacted instantly, but he was still drowsy. Slowly and purposefully she let her hand slide down his arm and lifted it up, as if she was going to slide in under it as she so often did. He mumbled something only half awake and rolled over on his back while making room for one more in the bed. She slithered in beside him, but didn’t fold his arm around her like she usually did. Instead she raised it to the slim, steel bedpost and swiftly tied the fabric tightly around the post and his wrist.
He only had time for a sleepy, inquiring grunt before she had reached over him, caught his other arm and repeated the procedure. He was now very much awake.
“What? Katya?”
With a triumphant grin Kitty settled her much smaller frame on top of him and rested her head on her arms.
“Surprise Peter.”
“What are you doing my love?”
“Oh nothing. Just having my way with a big thick headed russian fellow.”
He pulled carefully at the tight bonds, testing the strength of the fabric. She laid a finger on his nose and said with an edge to her voice:
“Don’t you dare ruin those scarves lover boy! They’re very precious to me.”
He immediately stopped pulling. He would never do anything that might hurt her in any way. Not even if she asked him to. But she would change that tonight. Oh yes. A smirk widened on her face in the dark and she slowly caressed his naked chest. She heard him sigh and knew she had him now. She could just see him under her by the faint light seeping through the curtains. The moon was very bright that night.
“Katya, what..?”
She silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips.
“No more questions lover. Just enjoy the ride.”
He seemed to consider his options for a while, but eventually he just settled down on his back, letting her take over. Oh if only he knew what she planned doing to him. She doubted he would be so calm if he knew.
She knew he had better night vision than her, so she very slowly pulled her night shirt over her head, revealing her most transparent underwear. As she threw it to the floor, she saw his eyes widen and distinctly felt something stir under her. She felt a little slutty, but really enjoyed his shocked look, so she went with it and let her hands slowly slide all the way from her thighs, over her stomach, cupping her breasts and squeezing them once before gripping her own hair and arching her back with a little pleasurable moan.
He cut off a gasp in the dark when he heard the moan and she felt the stir become a very prominent hardness almost instantly. She couldn’t help but smile. How she loved making him react like that. Usually he would be the one driving her insane with gentle touches and sweet lovemaking. But not tonight. Oh no. To her own slight surprise, she felt herself tingle with arousal just thinking about being in control like this. This would certainly not be the last time.
With her back still arched she flicked her hips a fraction, so she was now positioned directly on his hardness, still with underwear and a blanket between them, and she felt him tense up from the pleasure. She let her hands drift back to her breasts and turned her torso slightly towards the curtained windows, so he couldn’t possibly miss a thing. She slid her hands around and under her breasts very gently at first, mimicking his own movements when caressing her in that area. Then she pinched her nipples through the fabric and moaned from the ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. More because of his look than because of the sensations caused by herself. And also at the thought of what was to come.
Excruciatingly slow she slipped her fingers under the hem of the bra and slipped it over her head. Even her modest breasts made a very sensual show as they one by one popped out under the hem and she was rewarded with another gasp from him. She repeated the movements from before on the now bare skin and she saw his hands twitch in the bonds. Oh how he would like to touch. But not tonight. Not yet.
When she returned to her nipples and pinched them again, she felt it was time to make a little statement to her thick headed lover. With a little louder moan she suddenly grabbed her own breasts as hard as she could and squeezed them tightly. She began giving them a rather rough treatment, making sure he was watching every second. The gentle Russian never quite understood that a little pain could be blissfully enjoyable during lovemaking, but she intended to make that very clear to him tonight.
There was no mistaking his reaction. His eyes widened even more and his mouth fell open. He knew from the start that his Katya loved sex, but he had never seen her so… so… wild!
She loved the look on his face and handled her breasts rougher still to prove her point. Oh to feel his large strong hands doing that to her body… but not yet. It was time for his treatment first. She slid herself up to straddle his broad chest and to her slight surprise felt herself leave a wet trail all the way across his abdomen, even through her panties. He felt it too and made a low disbelieving noise in the dark. Oh believe it lover. Believe it.
She bent over and reached up to his hands. But if he thought she would untie him now, he would be badly disappointed. Instead she made sure her breasts were positioned right above his face, but just out of reach, while she sucked his index finger into her mouth and giving it the royal treatment with her tongue. She felt his chest heaving with pleasure within seconds. She let her tongue trace his arm all the way to his elbow, when she suddenly felt him stretch to reach her breast with his mouth. She quickly sat up, just before he made contact and he made a frustrated sound as she moved away.
“Ah ah aah… naughty boy!”
He shrugged as if to say he couldn’t help himself. Oh he hadn’t seen nothing yet. She repeated the process with his other arm, this time making sure her breasts were a safe distance from his face. When she reached his armpit she continued across his collar bone while watching his face. She knew it was one of his most sensitive spots and she was waiting for his reaction. Wait for it… As she reached the dimple in the middle where the bones met, his eyes slid closed and he exhaled deeply. This was her chance.
Quick as a flash, she swooped in and placed the most feather light kiss on his lower lip and was gone again, before he was really aware what had happened. His eyes flew open again and he moaned this time with disappointment. He could see her grin wickedly in the moonlight.
“Katya my love. This is torture.”
She giggled a low husky giggle, rather uncharacteristically for her, who was usually very girly.
“That’s the idea.”
Piotr was pretty sure she had no idea what kind of effect she was having on him. If she kept this up, he would lose control. And if he lost control… he didn’t dare finish that trail of thought.
Meanwhile Kitty busied herself with his collar bone again. He felt her hair tickle his chest every time she moved and he battled himself fiercely not to rip free from the scarves and kiss her fiercely. She took her time with his chest, drawing wet circles with her tongue all over. She had found out by coincidence that he liked very much when she pinched his nipples hard and often did so during their lovemaking, so when she got to them, he looked forward to something rougher. Maybe it would relieve his need a little.
Kitty knew what he expected when she reached his nipples, but she had absolutely no intention of humoring him. She tongued them so gently he hardly felt it and she heard him hiss and grunt from his increasing frustration. Time for a little taster soon. But not yet. Not yet.
She slowly worked her way down to his navel and circled it until she felt she had him driven to the edge.
“Katya… Katya…”
A little taster. Just to keep him with her. She threw herself down hard on top of him and kissed him so exquisitely rough it hurt them both. They moaned into each other battling tongues, and just when Piotr felt his tension lifting a little, she suddenly pulled away and stopped touching him all together. His body positively ached for her. She had jumped off the bed and stood there watching him, obviously enjoying her work.
Piotr was stunned. She did know what she was doing. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. She had him completely in her power. She came so close to the bed that he could smell her, but without touching him. She made sure he watched as she trailed her body with her hands again. From her hair, to her breasts, to her stomach. Then she slipped her thumbs under the hem of her panties and slid them down so slowly Piotr thought for a second that time had stopped in that painfully sensual moment.
When she finally stepped out of them he gasped. If he had been able to bear the thought of anyone else seeing his love like this, he would have painted her naked ages ago. She was absolutely perfect and it almost made him cry sometimes that this beautiful creature would give herself to him so willingly. It was like being given a slice of heaven. He never doubted neither heaven nor God when he saw her like this.
He couldn’t close his eyes. He just had to watch the progress of her hands over her own body, pinching nipples, scratching skin, and to his amazement one hand slid down between her legs while the other played with a breast. She purred while her fingers fondled her own most sensitive spot and he was driven wild by the sent of her wetness drifting from her. He breathed out her name in submission.
“Katya…”
Again that wicked grin.
“Promise you’ll behave?”
He moaned from the bottom of his gut.
“Anything Katya, anything.”
She giggled hoarsely again. It sent shivers across his body hearing it.
“Well then I might just let you have another little taste.”
He had no idea what she could mean, until he saw her remove her hand from between her legs and saw her fingers glisten wetly not an inch from his face. Oh dear God. He lunged at her hand as soon as it was close enough and went crazy licking and sucking her delicious liquids off her fingers. He heard her gasp and he gave it all he had, as it was the only thing he could do.
She let herself enjoy it for a little while and then suddenly withdrew her fingers again. No getting carried away. Not yet. Again his frustrated moan. She tore the blanket of him with one quick movement and straddled his knees. His arousal was very obvious indeed through his boxers. But she wouldn’t tend to that yet.
She let her tongue continue around his navel and trace the hem of the boxers. He moaned as she slid a finger under and just lifted it slightly away from his skin. She blew her hot breath over the wet trail below his navel and some of it drifted under the hem, which was exactly what she intended. She felt his cock twitch violently against her lower arm and Piotr gasped loudly.
He thought he would go crazy when she simply let go of the hem again and went back to his navel. He was not too proud to beg.
“Katya please. I need you, please. Please”
“Not yet lover. Not yet.”
He groaned and squirmed beneath her as she lightly tickled his lower belly with her nails and his eyes closed in a pleasurable haze.
“Then when, you devil? How long are you going to make me suffer?”
The smile in her voice was so obvious he didn’t need to open his eyes to see it.
“Only until I get what I want.”
Even in his painfully aroused state he was bewildered.
“What do you want? You know I will do anything for you Katya.”
She sounded a little more serious now.
“Not anything.”
With a swift movement she tore of his boxers, making his cock slap hard against his belly as it was released from the waistband. He cried out from the powerful sensation after all the teasing. He was gasping for air and she was enjoying it. Vixen. If she didn’t stop soon, he would lose it completely and just take her then and there. And he didn’t want to do that. He might…might… hurt her. The thought made his gut clench and he felt sweat form on his brow as he fought to retain some form of control over his body.
She was licking again. Up and down his thighs and his hips, always stopping short of the area that most of all craved her attention. He bucked when ever she neared the area. He felt he was losing the battle.
“Katya, please stop. Please. I can’t take anymore.”
It was what she had been waiting for. Now to wheel him in.
“Just let it go my love. I want you to.”
“No! Katya I’m strong. I’ll… I’ll hurt you.”
She shook her head at him. They had talked about this before. He always had his way. But not tonight.
“No. I told you, I phase out if it hurts. Please let go Peter.”
She was still touching and tickling all around his loins and he felt his lust bubbling hotly within him. She slowly crawled all the way up to his face and looked him in the eye.
“Take me. Gimme all you’ve got.”
He stared at her, clenching his teeth still fighting to hold back. She leaned in just far enough away from his face for a kiss.
“And another thing…”
He was losing it…
“The scarves…”
His mind was bursting with the aching for her…
“…they’re really just cleaning rags…”
With a roar he tore the rags to shreds and lunged at her. Finally. He let go completely. He had no choice. He jumped to his knees, encased her in his arms and pressed her so tightly against him that the breath was pushed from her lungs. She mewed against him in joyful pleasure and threw her arms around his neck when he roughly kissed her and let himself ravage her.
She felt his strong hands bruise her buttocks and thighs as he squeezed her frantically. He rasped out every breath as if he had not breathed for hours, and each exhale sounded like a deep growl. He kissed and groped everywhere he had wanted to for the last half hour but still with only one thing on his mind. He needed her. Now. Before he went insane.
Moaning with despair from his need he lifted her by her hips and swiftly guided himself to her wet entrance. She squealed with delight when he entered roughly and bottomed out immediately. Oh how she had wanted this. He bit down on her shoulder while thrusting into her hard and deep, her moaning and crying in his ear spurring him on.
“Oh yes Peter, oh yes, oh yes…”
He was usually very quiet in bed, but now each of his frantic thrusts were followed by a sharp moan forced out through his nose over her shoulder. His mind was flowing over with her. Her sent, her sound, the feeling of her nails scratching his back in time with his thrusts. He needed her. So badly.
With his hands on her hips he pushed her down on him as hard as he could. He needed to go deeper. Deeper. Feeling his climax approaching he quickened the pace and he could hear from her mewing and gasping that she was right there with him. She was with him. All the way.
He felt himself explode from the inside out and he roared out his pleasure as he felt her ride the wave with him and squeeze every last drop out of him as he drained his very essence deep into her.
He collapsed onto his back with her on top of him. For the longest time they lay there, gasping and wheezing. When his vision returned he spotted a very clear bruise on her smooth shoulder in the moonlight, and his stomach clenched violently, knowing he had done it.
“Katya. I’m so sorry. I hurt you.”
She raised herself onto her elbows and looked down at him.
“Don’t you get it yet you thick headed farm boy? I wanted you to. Haven’t I been begging you to take me hard from the very first day?”
His voice clearly revealed his distress.
“Yes but I hurt you!”
She shook her head and kissed him roughly.
“The things I have to do to get what I want around here. Now listen closely, and make no mistake, I mean it: I. Wanted. It.”
He looked at her disbelieving.
“Really Katya?”
“Really Peter. And like I’ve also said from day one: if you really hurt me, don’t you think I would phase out?”
He swallowed nervously.
“Are you sure?”
“God, you are the dumbest guy I ever met! Yes, damn it! See? Now you made me curse!”
Finally a smile appeared on his face.
“Well aren’t you a bad girl tonight Katya…”

As the airliner descended through the clouds, Kelsey’s excitement rose. Even though she’d been in her cramped seat for almost twenty hours she felt wide awake. Kelsey loved to travel and this was her first visit to the States. Throughout college Kelsey had been to Europe and Asia and even the Middle East, but somehow she’d never had a reason to visit America before and while she was curious it wasn’t at the top of her list of destinations. She’d come from a long line of Lefties and wasn’t a fan of the United States’ current foreign policy, but when the chance to travel to California for a conference came up she just couldn’t resist. Besides, it was an honor to be chosen from all among all the students in her program.
Kelsey was set to spend the next ten days at California University attending a conference on global warming. Some of the best minds from all over the world were coming to educate the next generation of great minds on the subject in hopes that when these eager young students made their way in the world they could work to change hearts and minds and affect the world in a positive way before it was too late. Kelsey was passionate on the subject and planned to do field work when she completed her PhD at the end of the year. But right now she was looking forward to soaking up as much knowledge as she could, along with some sunshine, since it was June and her native Australia was headed into wintertime.
Once she cleared customs, Kelsey dug the email with her instructions out of her bag and after asking some directions made her way to the pick-up point for her shuttle bus. Her first impression was that Americans were friendlier than she’d expected, although when you’re a pretty blonde the world tends to be a friendlier place for you. The crowds at LAX were almost overwhelming. She wasn’t sure she’d even seen so many people in such a hurry in one place in all her life. It seemed that she could fit her entire hometown of Perth in the immense terminal. Kelsey walked forever and ever before emerging into the warm California sunshine. There was a long line of buses and Kelsey kept going and going until she found the one maroon and white one that said “California University” on the side. The bus driver barely looked up from his newspaper as she struggled to pull her bags up the steep steps and certainly didn’t offer to help her.
The bus was half full and Kelsey set her bags down on one seat and then sat across the aisle, hoping it didn’t fill up to where she’d have to cram into one seat with her bags. She didn’t think of herself as an over packer, she wasn’t the type of girl who packed an outfit for every conceivable occasion, but somehow it seemed that she always had too many bags to comfortably manage herself. After another half hour, a few more people trickled onto the bus and then they were on their way.
During the ride to campus people introduced themselves and Kelsey found herself in a conversation with a girl called Xian, from South Korea, a strapping lad from Norway called Niels and Paul, a lanky, dark haired guy from Chicago. Niels was quite pompous and talked down to the others, in Kelsey’s opinion, but Xian was sweet, even if she found English somewhat elusive. Paul was charming, in a geeky sort of way, and seemed as excited to be there as Kelsey. She kept catching him glancing her way when he thought she wouldn’t notice and when they disembarked on campus he offered to carry her bags even though he had his own to cope with. Over her objections Paul took some of her luggage and helped her find the dorm where she’d be staying before striking off to find his own.
After checking in, Kelsey tracked down her room, which was a charming, cramped, white cinderblock space with two steel framed beds barely ten feet apart and two small desks crammed into the corners. It had been quite sometime since Kelsey had been an undergrad and lived on campus. She’d never liked the dorm living experience and had moved off campus just as soon as she could afford it. There were bags on one of the beds, which Kelsey took to mean her roommate for the next ten days had already arrived. She dropped her bags with a sigh of relief and turned around just in time to see a petite, pale, dark-haired girl coming bouncing into the room.
“Hey roomie,” the girl said in an American accent. She offered her hand, which Kelsey noted had nails painted a very dark metallic blue. “I’m Fiona.”
“I’m Kelsey, nice to meet you.” She shook the girl’s hand and got the odd feeling that she was being sized up for something. Though she hated to stereotype, Kelsey wondered if the Goth looking girl might be into other girls.
“You’re an Aussie. You guys have the coolest accent. I’ve always wished I had some sort of exotic accent, maybe German, then I could do the whole femme fatale thing, like a secret agent or something.” She formed her hands into a pistol and struck a very Bondian pose. “I’d need one of those cool spy names too.”
“Like Pussy Galore?” Kelsey suggested, giggling at her roommate. She thought things were going to be interesting with Fiona around.
“I’m partial to Dr. Holly Goodhead myself, seeing as how I’ll be able to call myself ‘doctor’ in a couple years anyway.” Fiona had an engaging smile and Kelsey thought she was rather attractive under all the Goth drag. Fiona was wearing a very short well-worn military green skirt with pockets on the front and black and white striped tights underneath, along with the requisite Doc Martins. Her equally weather beaten Ramones t-shirt showed a black tribal tattoo encircling a bicep and Kelsey wondered if that was Fiona’s only ink. Her hair, cut into a bob that came to a point at her chin, was a black cherry color.
“So you’re a provocative one?”
“I like to stand out in a crowd,” Fiona grinned.
Fiona explained that she attended UCLA, but was originally from Philadelphia. Her local place need work, so the girl felt this was a perfect opportunity to find a place to stay for free for a few weeks and maybe have some fun, since summertime was ordinarily dead for parties around campus.
The girls didn’t have much time to get to know each other because there was a reception across campus in less than an hour. It was held under a tent outside and there were perhaps a couple hundred people gathered for the conference, representing every major nation. On the dais at the front were several people Kelsey instantly recognized, superstars in the field and she was dumbstruck. She’d read their work but never thought she’d actually be meeting them. Kelsey paid rapt attention to the entire session, but noticed Fiona, seated beside her, looked like she was struggling to stay awake. Kelsey also took the time to read over the schedule of workshops and seminars and determined that she was going to be a very busy girl for the next ten days.
Afterward, there was a four hour break before a dinner reception and Kelsey found herself trailing after Fiona, as her new friend seemed to know the campus very well. They also ran into Paul, who decided to tag along, though Fiona seemed less than impressed with the boy. They were crossing the quad when someone shouted out Fiona’s name.
“I was wondering when I’d find you!” Fiona shouted at the handsome men approaching them. There were two of them, a tall, handsome boy with short black hair who looked like he’d just stepped from a billboard, despite his casual outfit of cargo shorts and a vintage t-shirt. His friend was shorter, only a couple inches taller than Kelsey’s own five feet and seven inches, and had something of a gut pushing against his checked button up shirt. His light brown hair was already thinning, though he looked on the younger side of thirty, and he wore small, wire framed glasses. He wasn’t entirely unattractive Kelsey thought, he just suffered from comparison to his friend who oozed charisma before he even opened his mouth.
“I saw you from the other side of the crowd when the welcome reception broke up, but I couldn’t get over there before you disappeared. How did we do welcoming the world to our campus?” The taller boy asked. His voice was warm and strong and Kelsey felt herself immediately attracted.
“Typical right down to the lame refreshments, couldn’t someone have spiked the punch at least?” Fiona replied.
“Where’s your flask, honey?”
“I didn’t think to bring it.”
“Well, maybe your friends had a different impression. I’m Ethan, by the way.”
After he’d shaken Paul’s hand, he took Kelsey’s and she felt a jolt at his touch. She wasn’t the shrinking violet type who just fell over for a cute boy, but there was definitely something different about this one. His slate gray eyes fell on her emerald ones and Kelsey found she couldn’t look away. Recovering some decorum, she said, “I’m Kelsey and I thought the reception was lovely, really. I take it you attend school here?”
“Yes, I’m in my second year in the grad program. Sounds like you’re from Down Under. I love the accent. Please excuse Fiona’s rudeness in not introducing us. I hope I can convince you all of us Yanks aren’t so ill mannered. This here is Daniel,” he said, indicating his friend, who mumbled a hello.
“Not at all, really.” Fiona finally looked away, feeling she was behaving very silly. She was going to blush if she wasn’t careful.
“I hope I see you at the dinner tonight. There will be a bar, so things should loosen up. I’d stick around, but I’m expected somewhere else right now.”
Ethan took his leave and Kelsey’s reaction to the handsome boy was not lost on Fiona. “He’s quite exciting, isn’t he?”
“What do you mean?” Kelsey replied defensively.
“C’mon, I saw the way you looked at him. No need to deny it. I think Ethan has that effect on most of the women he meets.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kelsey was angry with herself for being so transparent.
That evening Kelsey dressed in the nicest dress she’d brought with her, not that she had many choices. Just about all the outfits she’d packed were casual and work minded. She packed one dress, a floral print summer dress, for the possibility of events like that evening’s dinner. It was one of her favorite dresses and she knew she looked good in it. It fell to just below the knee and Kelsey had to wear a strapless bra underneath as the top was held up by skinny spaghetti straps. The dress showed a hint of cleavage without being obvious, which was why it was her favorite. Even since she’s developed, Kelsey thought her breasts, a bouncy, but firm c-cup were her best feature. She worked hard to maintain her figure and thought she had a nice, but not rock hard body, but her ass was never going to be where she wanted it. Kelsey let her thick, honey-blonde hair, which fell past her shoulders, down for the evening and took extra care with the little bit of make-up she wore.
“You look really great. Hoping to impress someone?” Fiona commented, returning from the showers wrapped in a towel.
“Sod off. Who doesn’t like to look nice?” The girls were getting along so well that there was no worry of offending between them.
“Just asking. Chill out.” Fiona unceremoniously dropped her towel, which shocked Kelsey. She didn’t think of herself as a prude, but Kelsey wasn’t quite so comfortable with her body that she’d just strip nude in front of another person so casually.
Fiona had nothing to be ashamed of, though, Kelsey noted. The dark-haired girl was rather petite, only a bit over five feet and slender, which small, but high breasts and jiggled invitingly as she moved around the room. Her dark nipples were quite a contrast to her pale, milky skin. Kelsey noticed that not only did Fiona have the tribal tattoo on her arm, but she had a tattoo of the tarot symbol for cups on her ankle and another small design in the small of her back. Fiona’s navel was also pierce with a small jewel. She also saw Fiona was totally shaven down below. After putting on a black thong, Fiona slipped on a black and white vintage dress over fishnet thigh highs. She left the dress unbuttoned enough to show off a lot of her neckline and when she walked it was clear she was braless, even with her small breasts. Kelsey couldn’t believe Fiona’s ease with her naked body and couldn’t help but check her out when Fiona’s attention was elsewhere. Fiona took quite a while getting her make-up right and adding the jeweled barrettes to her hair and Kelsey grew impatient, knowing they were going to be late.
At the dinner Fiona was pulled over to a table of people she already knew and Kelsey was forced to strike out on her own. Paul spotted her and offered her a seat at his table, which she accepted. He told her how pretty she looked and Kelsey thought it was very sweet. The boy had a crush and Kelsey didn’t see the harm in being nice to him since she would never see him again once the conference was over. Paul made it his personal mission to make sure her every desire was filled and Kelsey did not have to fetch her own drink once. She was drinking wine, but made sure to pace herself since she was in a strange place. It would not do to get drunk and silly in a room full of her peers.
While Kelsey was waiting for Paul to refill her wine she glanced around the room, enjoying people watching with so many diverse cultures represented. She was so distracted that she jumped when she felt the warm hand on her shoulder. She turned around, ready to thank Paul for bringing her drink, but instead she looked up into Ethan’s stormy eyes.
“I was hoping I would see you tonight. I thought perhaps you’d skipped out on dinner when I saw Fiona without you.” Ethan’s smile gave her chills and it wasn’t just because he was so handsome. There was almost something predatory about it.
“Where else would I go? I am after all a stranger in a strange land.”
“And there’s no land stranger than California. I was going to head out for a smoke. Care to join me?”
“I don’t smoke, but I could use a bit of air.”
Ethan led her to a small balcony off the rear of the building. The sounds of the dinner in progress were distant and the warm night made it seem like they were quite alone. Kelsey was surprised when it wasn’t a cigarette that Ethan took out, but a thick, hand rolled joint. He took a heavy hit and asked Kelsey if she’d ever been to the States before. When she admitted she hadn’t, he asked for her first impressions, which she readily shared. She would have talked about anything to avoid thinking about how close Ethan was standing and about how that made her feel. She wished she could put her finger on why she was so unsettled around him. She was attracted to him, of course, but there was something more than that. Kelsey was weak kneed around Ethan in a way she’d never experienced. She wasn’t exactly the town tramp, but she was hardly a blushing virgin either.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a hit?” Ethan asked, slipping an arm around her waist. Kelsey instinctively melted into him and felt her whole body warm along the line where she touched him.
“It’s been a while,” she admitted, staring at the proffered joint.
“It’s like riding a bike.”
He pressed the joint to her lips and Kelsey inhaled deeply. She held the sweet smoke in her lungs for as long as she could and then coughed it out, her body wracked as she tried to catch her breath. Ethan hugged her into him and Kelsey leaned on his shoulder. The pot was strong stuff and she felt lightheaded almost immediately. Her senses were sharper and she was acutely aware of his hand tracing circles on her bare back. She giggled because it sort of tickled…and sort of didn’t. It gave her goosebumps and Kelsey felt her nipples hardening. Her dress was thin and she hoped her bra’s padding would hide it. Kelsey’s nipples were quite sensitive and prone to springing to attention with the slightest provocation. She also noticed her cologne for the first time and thought it was quite appealing. Ethan offered her a second hit and Kelsey took an even deeper drag from the joint.
“How is it?” Ethan chuckled and Kelsey could imagine how her eyes looked.
“It’s nice,” she giggled. They were so close and she thought it would be really nice if he were to kiss her. Her hand was on his shoulder and she pressed on the back of his neck to bring his lips to hers. He brushed her lips, but withheld the kiss.
“Would you like to kiss me?” He asked quietly.
“Yes, please,” Kelsey said, responding to the authority in his voice. It made her feel like a little girl asking for a piece of candy.
Ethan kissed her and Kelsey thought she was going to melt into a puddle at his feet. It wasn’t forceful. It might have even been sweet if it hadn’t felt like he was so in control. With just a simple kiss Kelsey felt herself surrendering to him. In the morning she would blame it on the pot, but in the moment she like she’d assented to something deeper with just that kiss. His tongue brushed past her lips but no deeper and Ethan terminated their kiss, leaving Kelsey breathless.
“Some of us are getting together after the dinner. You should join us.”
“I really shouldn’t. I’m a wreck from the flight and the schedule is full tomorrow.”
“Another night, then, when you’re properly rested. You’ll let me know when you feel up to it.” Ethan suggested.
Kelsey was kicking herself. Why wasn’t he talking her into it? She wanted him to talk her into it. She was just being demur. She wanted to change her mind, but Kelsey thought that would appear desperate, so she just let Ethan escort her back inside and to her table. Paul was staring daggers at Ethan and seemed pleased when he left.
The two hits off the joint left Kelsey completely knackered and after dinner she was more than happy to let Paul escort her back to her room. She was very giggly and silly and leaning heavily on the shy boy as they crossed the campus. If his hand happened to slip here or there while he supported her, Kelsey didn’t mind. In fact, his touches felt warm and nice and she was glad to be in the company of such a nice boy. She decided that she was going to give him a nice kiss for being so sweet and seeing her home.
Paul stood there dumbly when they arrived at her door. It was like that moment at the end of a first date when the boy was trying to work up the nerve to kiss you. But it hadn’t been a date and she didn’t particularly feel that way about Paul. He was nice and all and cute, in a dorky sort of way, but Ethan was still lurking there in her mind.
“Thanks for walking me back, Paul. It was really very sweet.” Kelsey said patting his chest.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I think you had too much to drink.”
Kelsey knew it wasn’t the wine. Drunk and stoned were two entirely different things. True they both made her silly, but being stoned made her feel so aware, not foggy like being drunk would. “Really, I’m fine. It’s just jet lag. Thanks again for walking me back.” She went to kiss him on the cheek, but somehow ended up kissing his lips and then in his arms and then she was pressed against the wall and she was seeking his tongue with hers. Kelsey was not ordinarily the forward type and certainly wasn’t in the habit of kissing boys she barely knew, but now she was kissing her second one of the night. Paul was a pleasant kisser, even if he didn’t have the magnetism of Ethan. But the kiss was pleasant enough that they stumbled through the door and then onto her narrow, hard bed.
Unlike earlier with Ethan, Kelsey was the one in charge, which was part of why they kept fooling around as long as they did. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being powerless in Ethan’s arms and it was good that Paul was simply following her lead. They lay side by side on the narrow bed, legs intertwined while they kissed. She had his first few buttons open and her hand inside his shirt to caress his bare shoulders. His skin was very smooth and felt nice under her fingertips. Once she’d made this move, Paul tentatively touched her breast and Kelsey pushed into him to let him know it was okay. He was clumsy, but not totally unskilled and his touch felt good. Good enough that she didn’t mind him unzipping the back of her dress and pulling it down, or even fumbling with her bra, which she unhooked for him.

The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons (or companies), living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author’s permission.
It is also a long story. If you don’t like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one.
This story contains m/f and f/f sexual encounters.
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Tara was beginning to think that she needed to rethink her “let’s go see the world” philosophy. She had gotten tired of living in a small town. Her high school graduating class had consisted of fifty people, and that was considered a busy year. Tara had played sports (even football, as the kicker), participated in school functions and excelled in academics. Not because she was really all that interested in any of it, but because the more things she had to occupy her mind, the less likely it was that she would go mad. Her parents had wanted her to stay on and help at the farm like her older brother and sister had done. Tara had wanted out. Her original plan had been to join the military, but she realized that she wasn’t looking to be in an even more disciplined lifestyle than she was accustomed to. She had seen an advertisement in the paper once: it was one of those general ads that circulated in newspapers across the country from time to time.
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For Tara, it had sounded like a dream come true. She filled out one of their generic applications online, got the call, got hired, and she found herself on her way to sea. As a maid. She didn’t care at first. It was a start, and she would still get an opportunity to see some spectacular places. Her first voyage was on a huge cruise ship heading up to Alaska. She was told that some of the ice formations she would see were breathtaking. So she rolled up her sleeves around her tanned, well-toned farm girl arm’s and went to work.
Things weren’t too bad at first. She wound up bunking with a thirty-year-old woman who had been with the company for about five years. She was sweet and sassy, with all the stories and attitude of a truck-stop waitress, but the face and body of one of those models from the men’s magazines. Her generous curves made Tara very self-conscious of her own unexciting body. She was pretty enough with her long brown hair and big blue eyes, and had attracted quite a bit of attention from those Kansas farm boys she had grown up with. She was slim with a fairly tight little ass. But her breasts were on the smallish side, only warranting a small A-cup, and they seemed particularly small when compared with her companions 36-DD’s. The woman’s name was Keira, and she was a very funny woman. She showed Tara the ropes and the ship. From the first tour she had taken, she was amazed by the size of it all. Those ocean liners were literally floating cities that were bigger than the town she grew up in regards to their capacity. She had seen the western coast of the United States, gazed out at the Pacific Ocean and had been captivated by it all.
But as with most things, the bloom was off the rose after a week. At that moment, she and Keira were cleaning up one of the luxury cabins while its occupants were having lunch. The room was a wreck, and there was a used condom dripping lazily from the ceiling fan.
“I am NOT touching that!” said Tara.
“Don’t fret it darlin’,” Keira said, enjoying the young woman’s discomfort. Everyone freaked out a bit the first time they found one of those. “I’m just wondering how he got it up there. Either he was a really good throw, really lucky, or really happy to see someone.” She got up on the bed and grabbed it with one gloved hand. She looked at it closely. “Looks like an extra-large. Someone must’ve had a good time this morning!”
Tara started to tremble. “So gross,” she said and started to strip the bed. “Oh God! Another one! And . . . and it’s full!”
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That evening, back at their cabin . . .
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Tara was dead on her feet. It seemed that the longer people stayed at sea, the wilder they became, and she had been forced to clean some VERY interesting messes that day. She sat on her bed, listening to Keira get ready for her night out. She and some of the other off duty personnel met at one of the ships many lounges after their shifts were up to discuss who had the weirdest day. Tara never got invited to those gatherings. It seems that she was too young. So she’d stay in the room and watch in-house movies.
Keira came out, looking like dark-haired sex bomb. She had on a low-cut, tight red top that showed off a tremendous amount of cleavage. Add in some black stretch-pants and red high heels, and she would have looked at home at almost any club on Earth.
“You look like hell, girl.”
“I don’t see how you can do it,” Tara whined, curling her legs so she could rub her aching feet.
“Here, let me get that,” Keira said, pulling up a chair and taking one of Tara’s feet in her hands. Tara had to admit that her roommate was doing a much better job than she herself could do. Keira rubbed that foot for a few minutes before place the bottom of the foot on her ample chest, then started massaging Tara’s lower leg. Tara caught herself staring at Keira’s cleavage more than once.
‘It’s just because that’s where my foot is resting,’ she tried convincing herself. But her eyes kept drifting back.
“Listen,” said Keira after a while, “why don’t you come out with us tonight?”
“But I’m too young to drink,” Tara replied. But she was a little excited. She’d never been invited to come along before.
“You don’t have to. Just through on your casuals and we’ll go.” Keira temporarily switched to her Tara’s other foot.
Tara was increasingly captivated by the woman’s breasts. She wished she had a pair even half as big. ‘Why the hell am I thinking about this?’ she questioned. “I don’t . . . really have any party clothes.”
Keira looked confused. “Oh, you mean like this? Don’t worry about it toots. This is just my style.” She put Tara’s foot back down. “So hurry up.”
Tara suddenly found that she had energy again. She rooted through her stuff for a pair of snug jeans and her Raiders sweatshirt. She liked baggy tops because they hit the flatness of her chest. Keira didn’t seem to care about the reasoning of Tara’s decision, but rather the speed.
“C’mon, let’s go! The ‘first’ stories are always the best!” Keira grabbed Tara by the hand and yanked her out the door. She led the young woman to the Chameleon Lounge, where about a dozen people were waiting. Tara recognized most of them. They were a fairly good-looking crew to begin with, but her eyes instantly noticed Carlos. Carlos was a dance instructor, and his classes were ALWAYS full. He had that perfect California tan, a v-shaped torso and an incredibly low body fat index. He had the big green eyes, soft-looking lips and slightly tussled black hair that all gave him his exotic look. He was actually from San Diego. He was one of those guys that girls from eighteen to eighty wouldn’t mind getting a piece of, and Tara was no exception. But he was known as a breast man, so Tara realized that her fantasies were as close as she would ever get to him.
“Hi everyone. Sorry I’m late,” started Keira. “Everyone, this is Tara. She came onboard a few weeks ago. This is her maiden voyage!” The crowd hooted it up while Tara blushed and tried hiding behind her bunkmate. Keira grabbed the younger woman by the shoulders and thrust her towards the group. “Everyone, be gentle! I wasn’t sure if I wanted to introduce her to you scoundrels, but I figure she’s toughened up a bit. She found her first used condom today . . .” Keira was interrupted by another round of applause and laughter.
“Where’d you find it?” asked one very tan, very blonde girl. “I used to do maid service work until I got transferred into waitressing, and I always found those things in the weirdest places.”
“It . . . it was hanging from the ceiling fan. Which was still on.”
“Eeewwhh!” was the collective response. Keira pushed Tara into the booth and then sat next to her, ensuring the girl wouldn’t be able to make a run for it. Instantly, the conversation turned into who had found the strangest objects and where. From toilet plungers between a mattress and box spring to a live chicken in the bathroom, everyone had a story to tell. Tara was laughing her ass off within minutes. Admittedly, the conversation was bawdier than most she had participated in.
But then things started getting uncomfortable for Tara, particularly after the blonde girl from earlier, whose name was Sunny, was talking about a group of guys at one of the restaurants that had been hitting on her. One of them had apparently been particularly hot and very charming. She had wound up giving him a blowjob in the men’s bathroom and had gotten a hundred-dollar tip for her troubles. Tara’s jaw hit her chest. That was so . . . sluttish. But then things got worse. Everyone at the table seemed to have a story like that. No one seemed to notice that Tara had begun to squirm. Finally, she told Keira that she needed to use the bathroom. As soon as she was out of sight, she high-tailed it out of the lounge. She felt bad about leaving and not telling Keira, but she was completely wigged out and she couldn’t even completely understand why.
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About half an hour later . . .
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Tara had already changed into her nightshirt and had just opened up the book she was reading when Keira came in the door. “There you are. Shit girl, you scared the crap out of me. Why didn’t you tell me you was leavin’?”
“Sorry,” Tara replied, glancing down at her book. “I wasn’t feeling well and I was tired, so I just . . .” She knew without looking that Keira was staring at her. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye as the older woman sat at the foot of the bed.
“Now that you’ve gotten the bullshit out of the way, why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you? It looked like you were havin’ a good time and everyone liked you.”
“I . . . I just didn’t feel comfortable anymore, okay?” Tara responded bitterly.
“Jeez, don’t bite my head off,” said Keira defensively. “I just thought you might like to get out and meet people and make friends. Don’t worry. I won’t ask again,” she said as she got up and headed for the door.
Tara felt like crap. She hadn’t meant to offend this woman who had tried being her friend, and she didn’t want things to get ugly seeing as they had to live together for a few more weeks. But just as she sat up to apologize, Keira stopped and turned to face her, looking a little sheepish.
“I’m sorry hon,” the woman said. “I keep forgetting you’re kinda new around here.”
“I’m sorry too,” said Tara, closing her book and putting it on the nightstand. “I’m . . . I mean . . . Is that what this is all about? I mean, is this whole cruise just one big floating orgy? And . . .”
“Is THAT what this is about?” asked Keira, her face beginning to smile again. “You think that because some of us have engaged in ‘loose sexual behavior’ that you’re going to be expected to?”
“Not . . . not exactly. I mean, it just seems like everyone does all this stuff and . . . and I’m not sure I could. Isn’t it against the rules anyway?”
“Yes, technically it IS against the rules. But even the Captain breaks the rules from time to time. And no, no one expects you to do anything. Most people who work on this ship don’t. But think about it from the point of view of those of us who do. Most of those people at that table are young in body or at heart. And we spend a lot of time at sea. If you stick around, you’re gonna discover that people get kinda lonely when they’re away from land for weeks or even months at a time. Some people are strong enough to wait it out, others aren’t. Some people have problems meeting that special someone when they’re always between ports. So we take our pleasure where and we get the opportunity. As far as my own . . . appetites go, I’ve done a heck of a lot more stuff than blowin’ some guy in a public place since I’ve worked here, and I don’t regret a single one of them. The brochure promised us adventure when we signed up, and we intend on havin’ some. So if you’re a little more traditional or conservative or whatever, that’s cool with me and I’m sure it’s cool with the gang. Just don’t be so quick to judge us.”
Tara sighed. “I didn’t mean to. I’m just thinking that maybe I’m a little . . . over my head here. I just wanted to get out of that town so badly . . .” She was getting flustered, so Tara just stopped talking.
“You never know if you’re ready until you try. If not now, you’ll be facing the same stuff a few more months or a few more years down the road.” Keira brushed the hair away from Tara’s eyes. “I’ll let you think things over, and I’ll tell everyone you just weren’t feeling well.” She grinned and pushed up on those titanic tits. “Don’t wait up!”
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The next day . . .
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All through their workday the next day, Tara was glad that things were still good between her and Keira. Keira stories were actually getting bawdier, including innuendoes about things she had done in the very rooms there were cleaning. Tara was blushing for hours. Keira was just too much fun! She was so confident and so free-spirited, and her energy was kind of contagious.
Towards evening, she and Keira were getting ready to start on another luxury cabin. The occupants were apparently just on their way to dinner as the maids showed up. They both appeared at the doorway dressed to the hilt. Both were in their early forties and looking good. The man was about six feet tall with short black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He looked like one of those guys who had been physically active his whole life, with broad shoulders and a still relatively trim waistline. His female companion (neither were wearing wedding bands) was a classic beauty, almost as tall as her male counterpart. She had a little more meat on her body than Tara did and she had a gorgeous rack. It wasn’t as pronounced as Keira’s, but was easily in the C-cup range. She had high cheekbones, ruby-red lips and perfectly done makeup. The woman had medium length, curly brown hair and long eyelashes. She was wearing an incredibly black evening gown that was cut low in the front to reveal cleavage and had a v-cut in the back that went all the way down to just above her butt. ‘This,’ thought Tara, ‘is a woman who knows that she’s got it all.’ She was obviously not wearing a bra, letting those large breasts swing and bounce just beneath the surface of the dress.
“Oh, hi!” the woman said as the four of them almost crashed into each other. “Listen, the tub is draining really slowly. Could you get someone to take a look at it,” she said with a smile. Tara smiled back. The woman had beautiful teeth, though Tara’s eyes almost instinctively drifted down to those breasts. They weren’t moving around nearly as much as she thought they should, but they were still beautiful. She wondered if they were real.
‘What am I doing?’ Tara thought suddenly. First it had been Keira’s chest, and now this woman’s. ‘Just because you don’t have ‘em,’ she told herself, ‘doesn’t mean you should be staring at everyone else’s.’
“We’ll take a look at it,” Keira said politely. As the couple wandered off, Tara noticed her friend checking the woman’s ass out.
“Keira,” Tara said with a gasp.
“What? Can’t a girl admire the view?”
Tara began wondering about which side of the fence her friend liked to play. She knew that Keira had engaged in sex with men, but she also realized that Keira had been intentionally vague about the details of some of her adventures.
Once inside, Keira answered her question. “I noticed your brain seemed to be on overdrive for a moment, so I thought I’d clear the air. Yes, I’ve had sex with women before. Actually, the best sex I’ve EVER had was with women. Is that gonna be okay with you?”
“Strangely, yeah,” Tara said. “For some reason, I’m not even that surprised.”
Keira looked incredibly relieved. “Cool. I . . . I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was afraid of layin’ too much on you, making it hard to handle. You know, you’re alright for a country bumpkin,” she said.
Tara smashed the girl in the face with a pillow, eliciting a feigned look of indignation. “No need to be mean,” Tara said. Then she paused. “She was awfully pretty,” she said at last.
“Yeah,” returned Keira with a strange smirk. “She was.”
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That evening . . .
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Keira had already taken off to meet with the gang, and Tara was sitting on the bed. She had been invited to go along again, but she honestly just hadn’t felt like going. She got a long hug from her friend and had become very aware of the heat generated by those breasts. She wondered if Keira noticed that Tara had started to blush.
She got a call from her supervisor. The couple that they had encountered earlier that day had requested another set of towels and more hand soaps. Tara assured her boss that she’d get right on it. She was still in uniform, so she swung by the laundry and a supply closet then headed up to the cabin. There was a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, but she thought things were okay since they had actually made the request. She knocked.
After a minute, the door opened a crack and the woman poked her head out. “Hello again! Thanks for being so punctual,” she said. The woman appeared to be sweating a little and was also slightly flushed. Even someone as naïve as Tara could guess what had been going on, or what was about to go on. The woman suddenly looked nervous.
“Are you alright?” Tara asked.
“Yes, I’m . . . Oh shit. Listen,” the lady said, “I’ve got a very strange favor to ask, but please just stick with me for a moment. Me . . . my companion and myself were about to . . . well, have sex. And I was wondering if . . . maybe . . . you’d like to watch.”
You could have knocked Tara over with a feather at that moment. Her head was swimming, and she could barely believe what she had just heard. “Ex-… Excuse me?”
The beautiful woman was blushing. “I’m sorry. I saw you looking earlier,” she said, glancing down at her heaving chest, “and I thought . . . Listen, he . . . my companion and I are both a little bit of exhibitionists. You wouldn’t have to do anything yourself. Just watch. And I’ll pay you a hundred dollars. Please,” she said with an air of desperation. “We’d really appreciate it.”
Tara had no idea what to say. Just twenty-four hours ago, she had been almost completely oblivious to the sorts of things that went on behind closed doors on these ships. Now, she was being asked to watch a very attractive couple have sex, and was being offered a hundred bucks to boot.
The woman looked nervous. “No one has to know,” she said. But Tara barely heard her. She was captivated by the woman’s look of incredible longing.
“Okay,” she said dazedly. The woman looked ecstatic.
“Thank you,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “Listen, my name is Karen and his name is Sam. Just . . . just follow me inside. You can sit on the chair and watch or . . . well, if you want to, you can play . . . with yourself,” she said, maybe a little too hungrily. She took the young woman by the hand and led her inside. Sam was actually buck-naked and tied to the bed with silk scarves. His erection was sticking straight up in the air. Tara had only seen that sort of thing in a porn-video her brother had hidden in his dresser at home. Sam didn’t seem upset at all. Rather, he was grinning at the woman.

(I had thought the story of hellcat at an end with chapter three of The Alter. However I was not quite satisfied with the ending and when the requests began to come in that I continue the story of this poor girl and write her further adventures I was more than happy to give in. This sequel begins just two days after the altar’s rape and breeding and will encompass her escape from the evil demon. It might run a little long so please forgive me.)
Charna spent the next two days locked inside a cage with a steel collar around her neck that was linked to a thick heavy chain which seemed to be sunk right into the stone. She had tried in vain to somehow free herself from this collar but had only succeeded in making her fingers raw. She was curled up in one corner of the cage when the door opened with a hard thud. The light that washed over the stone floor was blocked out suddenly as Ajeroth came to stand in the doorway his evil laughter filling the room. She had wanted to believe it had all been a nightmare that she would wake up in her bed at any moment but as she raised her head slowly the mere sight of the demon proved to her that all of this was real. The demon stood in the doorway light washing over his form and glistening against his evil looking talons. She noticed that the claws upon his feet were shorter and more curved than the ones that graced the tips of his thick fingers. It was the first time she had been able to take in the details of her captor and her eyes widened at the sight of his skin thick and resembling granite. His form was massively huge standing nearly nine feet tall and thickly muscled but it was the sight of his pulsing hard cock that frightened her and tore the scream from her lips. The thing appeared to be more than 2 feet in length and as big around as her upper arm. She backed up against the back wall of her prison shaking her head as he stepped into the room with the menacing sound of claws striking stone.
She could now see the entire chamber that held her cage and her eyes widened with terror at the sight she found greeting her deep blue eyes. Along one side of the chamber lay settled three long tables with shackles and straps at each end. One table looked to be made of steel with long extensions for arms and legs with leather straps upon each long section. The second table appeared to be made of wood and more of a rack with ropes that would attach to each wrist and ankle. Along the top appeared to be two large wheels locked in position with small wooden pins. The third table seemed to be made of stone with small opening set in place at about the right place between the shackles that placed the holes between wide spread legs. Her eyes traveled up to the wall behind the tables and a scream of fear clawed at her throat when she saw the racks and shelves upon that wall. Each rack and shelf appeared to be covered with wicked looking shafts and devices of torture including barbed whips and jagged edged clamps. The slight light that the room had been graced with came from a fire pit that was settled along the other side of the chamber leaving the torture area in shadows. Beside that fire pit was set a tall x shaped cross and hung upon that wall was a wide variety of branding irons and torturous metal devices. Her scream echoed as she shifted her wide terrified eyes back to the approaching demon.
Ajeroth had let his little slut rest for two days so that she might recover from the altar and birthing. He didn’t want to push her too hard just yet it was still amazing that she had survived the altar’s breeding. When he stepped into the room the look of sheer terror and dying hope upon her face made his already hard cock pulse and swell with a need to rape his bitch again. He groaned taking a great deal of pleasure at the look in her eyes as she shrank back against the stone wall of her imprisonment. He had not touched a female in more than two days even turning away his usual sluts just to wait for this moment. He watched with pleasure as the girl’s wide terrified eyes took in the chamber in which she was imprisoned. The sound of her screams would be music to his ears like a sweet wine he would savor.
The fear and terror that were rolling off of his slut in waves feed his dark lust and he feasted upon it when she saw the side of the chamber used to brand his bitches. He would enjoy hearing her scream as he raped her mercilessly and would enjoy the feel of her tight cunt stretched around his thick cock. He would feast well upon her fear and her pain as he put to use each of the three tables slowly breaking his whore with agony. He would make her beg him for mercy and laugh as he became crueler each time she begged him. With a chilling evil laugh he reached down one large hand and began to stroke the hard length while he spoke to his little slut. He would break this little bitch until she begged him to rape her every night. He stepped closer to her cage letting the door close behind him while his voice echoed through the prison chamber.
“Well my slut I hope you have rested well. The demon you gave birth to is now finding his own bitch to rape and breed you fed him well with your fear my sweet bitch. Now that you are healed it is time for you to learn that your place will always be to crawl at me feet. You are bound to hell and cursed to live forever and now you will know true pain slut while I break you. First however I intent to enjoy your screams while I rape each hole you have and claim it for mine slut.”
Ajeroth chuckled wickedly as the words seemed to sink into her little slut’s mind and her eyes widened even further than they had been. His thick cock ached to be buried inside her tight cunt as she screamed and begged. He continued to stroke the thick cock feeling it swell against his palm as he slowly stalked toward her cage watching her frantic search for escape. There would be no escape for this little whore she belonged to him now and she would learn that the hard way. He stepped up to the front of the cage grinning down at her with a mouth full of dripping fangs that would soon find her flesh. The look of stark fear in her eyes as she shook her head and tried to claw the collar from her throat made him drool in anticipation. She would be so much fun to break in feasting upon her screams and tearing at her little body before her marked her with his brands.
Charna’s eyes widened filling with pure terror as he heard his gravely voice echoing through the room more from what he said. She shook with fear her eyes captured again by the motion of his large hand stroking slowly up and down the hard cock. When he began to cross the floor toward her she nearly shrieked and began to claw at the collar around her neck her eyes darting over the room seeking a way to escape him. No matter how hard she tried she was helplessly chained inside the cage at this demon’s mercy and she knew that soon she would be screaming again. The thought made her scream and shake her head violently while she tried to crawl away from him. Her voice cracked with horror as she began to beg and plead softly her eyes wide with a stark fear.
“Please don’t do this to me please let me go I swear I won’t tell anyone where you are or what you do but please oh god help me please don’t do this I beg of you”
She watched as the grin slowly spread over his black lips drool dripping down upon the bars of the cage like some animal hovering over its prey. She trembled against the cold stone wall desperately trying to free her neck from the collar and chain as he stood before stroking that monstrous cock with an evil delight. Her breath quickened causing her firm rounded breasts to rise and fall heaving as the fear welled up inside her and any hope died in her mind. She watched as he bent slowly taunting her as he reached for her cage door and she screamed in complete mindless terror.
Ajeroth growled in pleasure looming over the cage as drool dripped from his fangs to land before the helpless slut. The absolute fear and horror that were growing inside his bitch set fire to his blood stroking his dark lusts like wind stroked the wild forest fires. He enjoyed the sight of her firm flawless breasts heaving with her quickened breath and the sound of her heart racing in her chest. Her fear was like sweet candy to him and when she began to beg his cock shudders. The sound of her begging was sweet indeed but he would never let this little cunt go she would remain his for all eternity and feed him with her screams. Slowly he leaned down reaching with agonizing slowness for the cage door. He was rewarded with a delicious scream of terror that broke from her lips and he pulled open the cage door unable to wait any longer. He would have her now he would enjoy raping her slender body before he began breaking her to his will. Wrapping his massive hand around the chain his let his power melt it from the stone and be pulled it free from the floor. The grin that spread across his lips was pure cruel evil as he began to slowly dragging the fighting girl toward him and closer to her horrid fate as his bitch.
Charna’s wide terrified eyes watched every slow movement the demon made knowing she was helpless to stop him from raping her brutally. The thought that this was to be her fate for all of eternity nearly shattered her fragile mind but somehow she remained in tact. When the chain melted from the stone becoming separate her eyes widened in shock before he began to pull her from the cage. She grabbed a hold upon the cage bars franticly trying to resist the pull fighting against his strength even though she knew it was useless. The wicked grin that spread over his face as he dragged her form the cage sent chills down her spine and drove a spike of fear through her racing heart. Her small hands were no match for his demonic strength and they slowly pulled free of the bars as he pulled against her chain. She fought him but inevitably he dragged her from the cage as she began to scream in fear. The look in his eyes alone told her that this rape would be far worse than the first and that she would scream until her voice broke before he finished with her. Her small hands came up as he pulled her free and she tried to claw at him in her mindless fear pulling against the chain to try and escape her fate.
Ajeroth felt the girl fighting against him holding on for dear life to the bars of the cage and he laughed evilly giving one vicious yank against the chain. Nothing would stop him from raping this slut for hours until he was sated with her body. Her screams were exciting him more causing his cock to thicken and pulse hungrily for her cunt as he dragged her out of her cage. He enjoyed her struggles and when her hands came at him to claw and rend he let her tear at his flesh for a moment using the pain to fuel his evil needs. When he grew tired of the fighting he grabbed her wrists wrenching them savagely behind her and used the chain to trap them there. He wrapped the chain tightly around her wrists nearly cutting off her circulation before fusing the chain together leaving her helplessly bound. He reached up grabbing the collar around her neck to hold her in place as his free hand slowly began to drag over her slender body. He trailed his claws over her flesh before bringing his large hand up to maul at her breasts while she screamed and struggled against him. He grinned as he leaned close to her ear sliding his clawed hand down over her naked belly and gripped tightly at her mound loving the scream of pain that echoed from her lips as he spoke. He growled in pleasure as she screamed and arched her back trying to pull away and he simply forced his hand between her thighs thrusting one clawed finger up into her tight quivering folds. He drank in the sound of her shriek of terror and pain as his claw dug into her tight cunt walls.
Charna felt a thrill of satisfaction and a spark of hope as her nails dug into the beast’s chest and she tore at his flesh. The spilling blood burned her hands slightly but she no longer cared seeing a possibility of escape she continued to rake her nails over him opening long deep gouges. His blood was thick and black like tar rolling down his chest as she viciously tore at his flesh. When he grabbed her wrists pulling them behind her she screamed in fear feeling the cold chain wrapping about them and began to struggle in his grasp. She felt the chain wrapped painfully tight around her wrists seeming to melt into one fused length binding her arms helplessly behind her. She tossed her head the long dark tendrils of hair glistening in the light of the fire danced about her slender frame as she screamed fearfully while he pulled her to him by the collar. The touch of his large rough hand against her body reaching up to maul viciously at her breasts filled her with fear and pain his thick fingers bruising the firm round globes as she struggled helplessly. His claws left long welts in her creamy skin that pulsed and burned painfully as he dragged them down over her stomach. When he roughly grabbed the mound of her womanhood she shrieked in pain his grip bruising the sensitive flesh. She continued to shriek as he forced a thick clawed finger into her tight folds spearing her cunt and stretching her as the talon dug into her soft walls leaving her arched and screaming in pain. His voice rang harshly in her ears as he suddenly spoke taking pleasure in her screams.
“Never will you escape me slut do you feel that thick finger in your tight pussy? That is just a taste before my cock tears into you endlessly raping you until I have had my fill of it. Then I am going to fuck that tight little ass until it becomes bleeding and torn. Once I have filled your delicious little cunt and tight ass with my searing cum then I will rape that tight little throat. You are mine slut and tonight I will mark every orifice you have. Do you like the feel of your Master’s finger deep in your pussy hmm my little bitch?”
Ajeroth slowly began thrusting his thick finger into the slut’s cunt as he spoke letting his claw scrap at her inner walls. He loved the way she squirmed and jumped with each thrust and each word he spoke. Groaning in pleasure at the feel of her tight walls shuddering around his finger he slipped a second finger to the entrance of her sweet pussy and thrust it violently in beside the first. He took a moment to enjoy the catch of her breath and the shriek that followed before he covered her mouth with his own forcing his tongue past her lips with a bruising force. With one hand he held her tight against him with his other he fucked her cunt with two thick fingers his mouth devouring her screams while he used this moment to fuel his lust. The thick cock pulsed and thickened growing harder against the bitch’s stomach trapped between their bodies. When he could stand the wait no longer he pulled his mouth from hers tracing her face with his slimy tongue. He gave one last brutal fuck thrust with his fingers before he pulled them from her tight shuddering cunt lifting them to his lips. The thick digits glistened with a mixture of her nectar and her blood and he slowly slipped them into his mouth with a growl of pleasure cleaning the taste of his pet from them. He took a tighter hold upon her collar with a savage growl he threw her down upon her back on the cold stone floor. It was time his bitch screamed while he fucked her senseless.
Charna trembled in his grasp as he began raping her tight depths with his thick finger forcing it up inside her while the claw scrapped painfully at her stretched walls. Each word he spoke was punctuated with a savage thrust of his finger and sank into her mind feeding the terror inside her till she thought she would go insane. She felt her body begin producing juice to ease the rape and her muscles shuddering against him while he thrust into her. When she felt a second finger at her silken folds her breath caught in her throat as he forced the second one into her tearing her open and she shrieked in agony. Her deep blue eyes widened as he crushed his mouth over hers cutting off her screams as he forced his tongue past her lips. She retched at the feel of the slime coated tongue squirming around like a snake in her mouth and could almost feel him devouring each agonized scream as he savaged her tight walls. When he finally released her from the kiss her lips were throbbing with pain and she screamed as he thrust those fingers deep into her before pulling them away. Watching him raise them to his lips slowly suckling the taste of her off them she could see the streaks of blood mixed with her fluid and struggled to free herself from his grip. She heard the hunger in his growl as his hand tightened upon the steel around her throat and she found herself thrown to the floor. The impact upon the stone knocked the wind out of her and she found it hard to even crawl back away from him with her hands chained behind her she was completely at his mercy. She screamed in fear begging for mercy as he took a step toward her.
(To be Continued)

I was exhausted after our little floor display, but Helen was as accommodating as ever. She modeled an entire line of seductive clothing for me, demonstrating each outfit’s unique advantages as I lounged in a chair opposite the mirrors. The show collection, she called it. Dang, but the woman sure knew how to sell a body.
I came home from the clothes boutique with an armful of fabulous outfits. The shopping trip hit my pocketbook harder than I could really afford even with the discounts Helen gave me, but it was worth every penny, yes indeed.
My favorite, at least for the time being, was a powder blue dress that reached mid-thigh. I’d wanted it in white, but Helen explained that my skin was too fair to make the contrast with something white and not to worry, my aureoles would show through the blue every bit as well. She was right as always, and I wished her thanks when I stood in front of the mirror that evening to pick out what I would wear the next day. One look and my decision was made.
Two and four looks later and I was in love. The light knit cotton of the dress gave it soft, playful look, but its lines were a font of watery elegance. Gathers at the shoulders made for deep, looping folds down a bare back. They formed a shallow basin to catch the cascade of black hair flowing over my shoulders, while in front were smaller half-circles expanding out from where my collar bones met, like ripples from a cast stone washing up against the top of my breasts.
And I really liked the way the fabric shimmied up under my tits to make an exquisite mold of their upsloped ellipse, giving the impression of being able to feel their weight just by looking. The dress’ close embrace continued down my sides. It dipped in above my pelvis like the trough before a wave, then flooded up over the swell of my hips.
Standing straight so the rounded ridges where my pelvic bones thrust forward to frame the fabric’s smooth glide across my tummy, my mound was discretely obvious - a shadowed vale nestled above my thighs.
I smoothed the material over my pussy - not that the stretchy fabric had wrinkled, although my pubic hair did make for a untamed cross-hatching of tiny crinkles in the fabric; but no, I just wanted to feel its pillowed mound. I could appreciate why you’d call it a muff. Something to keep a body’s hands warm, mm-hmmm.
It was time to take this show on the road. I called in sick for work the next day, was showered and ready to go by nine o’clock. I was such an eager little beaver, yes, I was.
But the mall wasn’t even open yet and I was quivering with anticipation, my pussy growing wetter and hotter as the thoughts tumbled through my mind. Nine-thirty and I was frigging myself at the kitchen counter. One foot propped up by an open drawer and my dress hiked up to my waist, I was thrusting a cucumber in and out of my cunt and rubbing tiny circles into my clit. I came quickly, and in a rush of spasms piling up on top of each other in my pussy.
Sweet release, it appeased that voracious snatch of mine to where it was only growling with a muted but insistent hunger. Satisfied me enough that I could at least stand in one place without clenching my legs together.
I toweled myself dry, and waited. Tried to think dull thoughts. Oh, yeah, that worked. Turned the TV on. It was the clock on the wall that held my attention, though, and I sat calculating down to the minute when the best time would be. Only the sale junkies would show up when the doors opened at ten, and really, any time before eleven would just have moms on a mission. But if I waited until eleven-thirty, I would catch the early lunch crowd.

I finally decided that quarter to eleven was close enough. I left the apartment with my heart fluttering, second thoughts warring with other more tantalizing thoughts. For the whole drive to mall, some childhood training kept reminding me that nice girls didn’t walk around with no panties, and I was telling myself that I wasn’t really going to expose myself in public, not to total strangers. I was just going to pretend, and the no underwear was just helping the fantasy along.
I’m such a liar. I couldn’t even sit in the car without pulling up the back of my dress for fear of leaving a wet spot on it. And I couldn’t resist hiking the front up past my navel either. I wasn’t completely without modesty, though. I mean, I did pull the dress down when I got out of the car. Well, after I’d stood up and closed the door at least.
I was pleased to find both levels of the mall fairly well populated even this early. Not crowded by any means, but there was always somebody walking by or looking at displays in front of the stores. Or looking at me.
I was attracting notice just walking through the arcade of shops. Not just glances, but long, following looks and not a few unabashed stares. That wasn’t something I’d ever been treated to in the past. Always the overlooked one, I was more used to feeling all but invisible. Now I was the lone sail on a sea of attention, and towing a taut line of appreciation in my wake.
It made me excruciatingly aware of my body. Every stride I took fanning the growing fire in my pussy with a whispered breath. Every bob and bounce of my tits indulging my nipples until they were engorged - gumdrop nubbies poised for the plucking.
I walked the length of the mall without a thought in my head, engulfed in the warm and tingling sensations as I took it all in. The looks, the smells, all the people. Skylights down the center of the mall filled the expansive concourse with bright, natural light that often drew my gaze up.
On the second level, I saw that most of the women in skirts hugged the inner half of the balcony, but occasionally I would catch glimpses of the women’s thighs when they strayed too close to the edge. I knew that was the place for me.
I walked the length of the mall again on the second level, running my hand along the banister and trying not to stare down to see who was watching. Not knowing how much anyone could see only pitched my arousal higher. I was going to have to find a bathroom soon if I didn’t want pussy juice streaming down my legs. Mmm… now there was a thought.
I turned into the railing, pressing against it as I flexed the muscles in my vagina, was rewarded with a trickle on my inner thigh. Below me was a seating area for the food kiosks. The only person sitting there had his back to me, but two guys were at the counter. When they turned to take their seats, they glanced up in almost perfect unison.
They were both in their early twenties, dressed in refined tatters like most of the men attending the city’s university. And fine, oh, yes. The one in front had a strong forehead beneath well-groomed hair, broad shoulders and pecs that bulged under his shirt like two slabs of river rock. I wondered how smooth and firm his chest was as he placed his tray down, wondered whether his nipples were as sensitive as mine.
The taller one had dusky blonde hair, was lean and narrow-hipped. He kicked the leg of his friend’s chair, forcing Muscles to scooch over as he drug his own chair around to face my way as well. I was smiling and feeling giddy from the anticipation of what I knew was my moment.
I bent over my forearms that rested atop the handrail and raised my foot onto the lower cross railing, hooking it between my heel and arch. It only lifted my leg a few inches, but with my other knee locked straight and holding the back of my dress, that was enough to unwrap my gift box. I could tell because the guys below favored me with the sort of electrified stare you see on someone who just got jazzed.
‘Can you see my pussy now?’ I asked silently. ‘Do you see its wet and opening lips?’
I rolled my foot on the rail to open up the view even more, and it was as though a string was tied from my knee straight to their jaws, which were dropping further and further as I angled my leg out wider and wider. I closed my legs, and snap went their jaws. They must have suddenly realized that they were gaping. ‘How sweet!’ I thought, delighted by their look of lusty decorum as they tried to make like they were oblivious. That lasted about two seconds.
I would close my legs or take my foot off the rail every time they peeked, but there was always a fresh display awaiting them once they had looked away. I was teasing them so bad. Having way too much fun, until they reached the end of some rope and simply stared at me with big expectant eyes.
I was standing there smiling so hard, and they just wouldn’t look away. I didn’t know what to do, so I waved at them, figuring this is where I was supposed to make a graceful exit.
I glanced down to catch one last glimpse of them as I stepped away from the handrail. Looking like abandoned puppies with their forlorn expressions and droopy shoulders, I almost turned back to take up my position again. They were scrambling out of their seats before the thought completed itself, though, leaving their forgotten meal on the table.
A stab of fear lanced into my chest and I quickened my pace instead. A check over my shoulder showed them heading for the escalators. ‘My god,’ I thought, ‘they’re chasing me!’ I ducked into a bookstore, hoping they hadn’t seen and suddenly feeling as though I’d gotten in way over my head.
I fled to back of the store and tried to hide behind the bookshelves, which at 5’ 10” and wearing heels meant I was bent at the waist and holding the tops of my knees to keep my head down. I recovered my breath, and after spending several minutes popping up to see if they’d entered the store, my fear had worked itself into disappointment. After a few more minutes, it was becoming rather tempting to go find them myself.
They showed before I acted on that impulse, though, and were casting about in search of something in blue I was certain. It was so sweet of them to not give up on me too easily, I’d hate to see them disappointed.
Having been clued to the provocative sight I presented by the looks I’d already gotten from others in the bookstore, I turned my back to the aisle Muscles and his friend were coming down and reached for my lock-legged knees. When they spotted me, I had an inviting smile waiting as I peered back around my shoulder.
If they had fallen down, I don’t think it would have unsettled their spirited expressions in the least. Still, the tall one did grab for the edge of the bookshelf, even though he’d already come to a full stop a moment before. I kept my pose during the long stretch that followed, motionless as their eyes traced lines up and down my legs as if that would lift my skirt. Occasionally, they gave me a silly grin as they checked me watching them. They were asking so polite, how could I refuse?
I wrapped my fingers around the side of my knee and then ran my hand up the back of my thigh, dragging the hem of my dress up over my ass cheeks. Then following the curve of my hips, I brought my hand back around to slide down between my legs. My pussy was wet and wide, its lips swollen and tender to the touch.
I circled my vulva with the tips of my fingers, watching in fascination as blunt spearheads jabbed at the front of my followers’ trousers. The tall one put his hand in his pocket, pushing his stiff cock about in the confined space while I dipped two fingers into my hole and pulled.
Suddenly, he yanked his hand out of his pocket and started backpedaling. Some lady with a nametag had pushed between him and Muscles.
“You can’t do that here!” she cried.
‘Oh, yes I can,’ I thought. But I straightened up quickly and started for the exit. Chatting with mall security was the last thing I wanted right then. This time they were on my tail as soon as I had taken my first step. I half-turned and wagged a moistened finger back and forth at them.
“You have to count first,” I said.
They caught on quickly. Muscles held up a closed hand and then began ticking off fingers. One… two… three…
Eep! Now I’d done it. Started the chase with me as the fox. I hurried out of the store, trying not to run but only succeeding in making my haste obvious - legs stretching out against my dress and titties dancing about gleefully. Were they counting to ten or a hundred? Lordy, I hoped ten. Getting away wasn’t exactly what I’d call winning at this game.
The ding of an arriving elevator sounded to my right where an elderly man had called the car for an easy trip down. Seeing the quick and clever escape it offered, I flew past him and was flattening myself against the back wall before the old guy finished pushing his glasses back onto his nose.
“Sorry,” I managed to get out.
I was charged - my whole body flush with the excitement of the chased. Chaste? Ha! The giddiness was definitely affecting my brain, and it must have shown on my face judging by the look I got from the gentleman across.
“Will you push my button,” I giggled. Oh, I was mean. I couldn’t help it. “Down, please.”
“You should watch where you’re going, young lady,” he scolded as the doors slid closed. Not that he was looking me in the eye to deliver his admonishment. Maybe he’d get to that later. Or not.
“Oh, it’d be more fun if you watched me,” I answered playfully, lifting my foot up onto the hip high railing. The hem of my dress stretched and slid up my thighs until it fetched up against my hips. My pussy stretched, too. I was gliding my hand across my tummy and heading for its slippery pink slit when the doors chimed open on a waiting couple. The woman was stepping into the elevator as soon as a crack appeared as though the stores were going to vanish any second and end her shopping trip, while the man stood behind carrying bags and a heavy expression of utter boredom. But not for long, uhn uh.
I scooted out of the elevator before any of them could recover, realizing that I was getting a little too carried away when the woman let out a startled shriek. Shit! Yeah, clever as a fox, I’d just blown my crafty dodge into the elevator.
Up on the balcony, Muscles was waving at his buddy and pointing. “Downstairs, Mike!” he called.
They had the scent now, and I hared off into the nearest, deepest brush I could find. That happened to be a large department store with an array of mannequins at the entrance, artfully posed to draw in a classy crowd. But it was all cheese. The tool display set up to the side gave it away.
The mannequins made good cover, though. I caught sight of the two huntsmen craning their necks around near the front of the store, and I almost stopped to see if they would actually start sniffing the air. But off to the side was a row of low chairs surrounded by several ranks of shoe racks. I hurried over to the meager shelter it provided.
Ok, the shoe department wasn’t the most ingenious of places to hide. It did have some advantages, though, like a totally unbelievable excuse. I grabbed a pair of something from the shelf, kicked off my shoes and dropped down in a chair. I sat there hunched over my legs and pretending to be putting a shoe on for what seemed forever. Plenty of time to remember to pull my dress out from under my ass.
The huntsmen finally appeared, all but bounding down the aisle as they kept rising up on the balls of their feet to search left and right. I swung my foot up over the armrest and into the next seat, making sure my dress was pulled up to my belly. Resisted the urge to pull it off entirely.
I leaned back in the corner of my chair, twirling an achingly hard nipple under my forefinger as the two stepped closer. With his cock driving up to his waistband to make a thick bar under his pants, Muscles stood over me and locked his eyes on my quim. I looked too - at his cock and at my tuft of black pubes with a deep cleft where a roseate of flesh blossomed.
“You like seeing my pussy, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer, but sat down beside me. Leaning forward to peer around my side, he slid his hand slowly from my knee up along my inner thigh. His fingers brushed across my velvety folds to come to a rest with his middle finger lying firmly between my pussy lips.
“Tag, you’re it,” he breathed into my ear, pressing deeper into my slit and curling just the tip of his finger into my hole. I felt myself melting into the seat
“Oh, no!” I said, forcing myself out of the chair. “You don’t win that easy.”
What was I saying! Damn straight it was that easy. I wanted to climb right up into his lap and onto that rod straining against the zipper of his pants. Instead, I pulled the bottom of my dress down from where it had stuck at my hips.
“We found you fair and square,” the tall one said. “You’re just being a tease.”
“Uh huh,” I laughed, nodding eagerly. “Now cover your eyes so I can go hide again.”
They sighed and shook their heads, but the big grins on their faces looked like a yes to me. I put my hands on my hips to let them know I was waiting, and they lowered their heads into their hands. How sweet! They were really being dolls about it.
“And no peeking,” I added as I grabbed my shoes and took off once more.
I was making a dash through the sporting goods department when I banged into a camp stove that was set up at the edge of a display for a large cabin tent. Oh, damn! Stretching out my arms to catch my fall as I went down on elbows and knees pulled my dress right up over my ass. And such a clatter of tin pots! I must have made quite the sight - my bare ass sticking up in the air and the long aisle leading up to my spread legs like a jet runway.
It took a moment to recover from the surprise of my fall. It took another moment to soak in the stares.
But I was wasting precious time, and rocked back onto my haunches to stand up. Everyone seemed to just scatter like kids caught smoking behind the gym. They didn’t want to embarrass themselves or me any further, I suppose. People are so funny sometimes. But I didn’t have many thoughts to spare for them because I knew all that noise had also revealed my whereabouts. My two hounds would tree their vixen if I wasn’t quick about finding a bolt hole.
Into the tent I went. A clerk by came to fix the display, but when a few minutes passed and no one came to tell me it was against store policy to this and that, I figured I was safe. Maybe too safe, I began to think after a few more minutes had passed. And maybe just perfect, I realized soon enough, hoping that the light would dawn for those two tail chasers as well.
I peered through the open slit in the flaps to make sure no one was right there, then reached through to set my shoes alongside the tent. A little encouragement never hurt, and I wanted to make sure they could pick up the trail again.
I pulled my dress off and tossed it aside as I crawled to the rear of the tent. Lying naked on my back, I had my knees up and angled wide so the tendon in my leg was pulling at my groin. It accentuated my awareness of being exposed as I watched the people walking past through the window at the tent entrance.
They often looked my way, but in the bright lights of the store, they seemed unable to penetrate the fine, smoky mesh of the window. Still, they would if they only came a bit closer, if they only stepped over to peer into the tent’s interior. I drew circles around my aureoles with a fingertip and caressed my pussy, imagining all the muted voices were speaking of me, that they could all see through the walls of the tent.
It was hard, not fingering my clit to bring myself off as I lay there waiting. But I kept myself on a slow burn with light and continuous touches while the plastic flooring of the tent grew slick under my ass and my anticipation grew for the appearance of my hounds. But I knew they wouldn’t give up the hunt, and the waiting was an exquisite torture.
“Mike!” came a sharply hushed voice. Finally! A moment later and Muscles moved into view, jabbing the air with his finger as he pointed to my shoes.

I dreamed that I was hiking through a mountain forest, the descending fog thickening so that it was difficult to see more than perhaps ten yards ahead. The taste of the fog was slightly acrid on my tongue, its scent unnaturally sharp, its feel similar to a fine mist. Yet I trudged ever onward, turning left at the switchback to continue the upward trek.
After quite some time, I thought I heard something up ahead, to the downhill side of the well-trodden trail. I slowed to naturally soften the sound of my footfalls, my ears straining in case the sound was repeated.
I heard it: a whimper, soft and feminine, definitely to the downhill side of the trail, but still beyond the limit of my fog-inhibited vision. Shifting the backpack slightly, I slowed even more, my eyes scanning the area ahead as I stepped cautiously forward.
When I heard the sound again, it was almost directly to my left. The fog had thickened to perhaps only five yards of visibility, and I could have sworn that I saw something black and thin slither along the sparse grass into the fog.
Carefully, I stepped downhill off the trail, in the direction where I had seen the slither of black. I heard another soft, feminine whimper, this time a little louder… and not just because I was much closer now than when I had first heard that particular sound. Making my way around a thick tree trunk, I saw a small, flat mini-clearing which was somehow not affected at all by the fog, and the sight before me was, in a word, unnatural.
At the center of the small clearing was a stunning young woman, tall and lithe with long wavy blonde hair. Her eyes closed and her lips parted, she was completely nude, with chains wrapped around each ankle and wrist to hold her in a spread-eagle position on the ground, each chain somehow fused to a tall stake in the grassy clearing. Dozens of thin, black snakes of a kind I had never before seen slithered all over her, clearly tantalizing her senses from the way she writhed seductively. Her limbs inherently pulled gently against the chains as another thin black snake slithered quickly past my feet toward her.
I clamped my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from saying anything, or even from gasping in surprise. I was absolutely dumbfounded by the sight before me, and especially by the fact that this beautiful young woman was clearly enjoying this unnatural experience. Granted, I have long enjoyed seeing young women in bondage, whether they are clothed or naked or in various states of undress, but never had I considered combining bondage with snakes.
She turned her head toward me, her blue eyes opening slightly. I wondered if she could truly see me, such was the thickening cloud of unnatural passion visible in her eyes. She was panting softly between moans, her body in near-perpetual motion as still more snakes e