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The Temptress: Chapter Two

Here is Chapter Two of my story, after all, I wouldn’t want to leave my readers hanging or wanting for more for too long. Hopefully, the response to these first two installments will be more positive than my first submission, “Death Throes”. Please vote and comment so I know if I should continue to submit the chapters I have already written. . . .or not.
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Chapter Two
Feeling Amean pressing harder and harder against her hand, L’tirashin removed it from her slave’s crotch. After all, L’tirashin thought, it’s not about me pleasuring her, but her pleasuring me. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building just past her still sorely vacant cunt, deep in the core of her being. But it would still be some time before her cum would explode through her senses and required more intense stimulation than what she was being given to thrill her that much.
Taking Amean’s hands away from their luscious handiwork was not easy for the Night One to do since they were both enjoying it so much. Finally, L’tirashin placed her hands on Amean’s shoulders and pushed her firmly downward until her slave was kneeling before her. Standing with her feet shoulder-wide, L’tirashin grasped the back of Amean’s bald head and pushed her pretty face into her dark thatch of pubic hair. As she looked down at Amean’s bare, milky-white skin, standing in stark contrast to hers with its midnight-hued, L’tirashin became even more excited by the highly erotic sight.
The sudden lack of stimulation by her mistress’s hands made Amean whimper a bit for her own loss but she knew what her role in this coupling was: that of the dutiful slave. As she got down on her knees, Amean found her face abruptly shoved into L’tirashin’s hairy mound. The heady and musky scent wafting up from her mistress’s wet pussy was almost as intoxicating as fey wine would have been. For a few moments, Amean just rubbed her small, delicate nose against L’tirashin’s bush, letting the thick, wiry hairs tickle her nostrils. When her mistress pushed her hips forward to meet her, Amean stuck out her tongue and rubbed it against the very top of L’tirashin’s wet cunt lips and clit, quickly and lasciviously licking over every bit of flesh her talented lingua could reach.
By the Dark Ones! the demoness gasped in her thoughts. This elf is indeed a dancer! The way her tongue moves is wickedly delightful!
Amean reached up and cupped the Temptress’s tits and kneaded them somewhat roughly as her tongue continued massaging L’tirahsin’s pussy lips. It was a different kind of sensation, though a very pleasant and exciting one, for Amean to be holding a pair of breasts which were easily the size of hers and Simvanna’s combined. And how the nipples stiffened and lengthened until they were almost half as long as Amean’s little finger was an even bigger thrill.
After a few minutes of rolling and pinching L’tirashin’s big nipples between her fingers and even tugging gently on her piercings, Amean began drawing her hands down her mistress’s body. Down her ribs, across her tautly muscled stomach, over her hips, and around to L’tirashin’s tight, round ass. It was only when Amean’s hands encountered the base of the Temptress’s firm, strong tail that she was reminded of L’tirashin’s otherworldly origins.
How strange, the elven vassal thought as she continued feasting on the thick-as-honey nectar of her captor’s pussy, that a being so different from me could be so much like me. On that thought, Amean’s face broke into a wide, mischievous smile, even though L’tirashin could not see it. As stealthily as she could manage, Amean slipped one hand up to her mouth and gave her index finger a thorough and generous coating of their mingled juices. Sure of its wetness, Amean carefully positioned her hand behind her mistress’s ass, ready to give her a pleasure that she herself greatly enjoyed.
When Amean pushed her liberally wetted finger into L’tirashin’s unsuspecting anus, the demoness let out an audible gasp of surprise. Once again, L’tirashin was taken pleasantly aback by her slave’s nigh-expert pleasuring techniques. But, this time, it was the mistress who was smiling. Her new sex slave was not alone in being able to surprise a lover.
Amean’s tongue sloshed around in her mistress’s freely flowing pussy, delivering tasty mouthfuls of delectable cunt juice to her hungry oral orifice. At the same time, she was also slowly working her finger deeper and deeper into L’tirashin’s asshole. Amean had managed to get her digit in as far as the second knuckle and was not about to stop until her finger was probing deep within the Temptress’s ass.
It was while Amean was licking and sucking on her pussy that L’tirashin decided to give her sexually servile servant a surprise of her own. With the same adroitness exhibited by Amean, the Temptress silently slipped her agile tail between the elf’s shapely legs. Thanks to her centuries of libidinous experience, L’tirashin knew from instinct how to precisely position her extra appendage for the intrusion she wished to achieve. As the Night One felt the heat within her rising even higher, heralding the approach of what felt like an especially intense climax, L’tirashin flicked the tip of her tail through Amean’s wet slit and against her stiff clit.
To the demoness, her slave’s response was as immediate as it was predictable.
Amean’s surprise caused her to shove the remainder of her finger into L’tirashin’s asshole as her teeth bit down hard on her mistress’s clit. Amean was fearful of the violent reaction she fully expected for her clumsiness—but it never came.
Instead, L’tirashin was in a state of pure bliss. Perhaps she would add this one to her already considerable harem of love slaves. Amean was demonstrating that she had quite a bit of sexual talent and experience to her credit and it seemed such a shame to let it remain unappreciated and unenjoyed. To the demoness, it seemed as if many of her other “prisoners of love” had become a bit wearisome and boring.
Yes, the Temptress decided, as a wicked gleam came to her eyes. It’s been far too long since my harem has been as invigorating and exciting as it was. Perhaps now is precisely when things should change. And this one will make a good start on that change.
As another hot rush of heat raced through L’tirashin’s pussy, the demonic vixen let herself fall back onto her throne just as she felt her legs start to tremble a bit. On reflex, her wings spread wide behind her and gently cushioned her short fall and partially concealing the horrific chair from view. Not for a single moment did the demoness let her grip on Amean falter. As she half-sat/half-fell, she dragged her favorite new sex toy along with her, keeping her slave’s head locked against her cunt.
Being pulled forward by her mistress, Amean’s vaginal flower opened a bit further and was now mostly exposed to the penetration being perpetrated by L’tirashin’s tail. As soon as Amean’s knees touched the floor, she felt her pussy lips pushed open by the blunt end of her mistress’s tail. The sensation of that first moment caused Amean’s senses to swim wildly and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.
While the young elf had had a fair share of lovers in her life, none of them had ever thrilled her the way she was experiencing at that moment. The demoness’s tail looked and felt very much like a huge phallus but, unlike a normal cock, the Night One’s tail could flex up and down, left and right, touching places deep in Amean’s pussy never before reached by any other. It was even trying to push its way into her even deeper, past her cervix and up into her womb. The walls of Amean’s pussy were beginning to spasm and ripple as numerous small orgasms danced through her lithe body, leading up to what she was hoping to be the gut-wrenching climax she was longing for.
L’tirashin was feeling rather randy as Amean tongued her cunt but she also felt as if something was. . .missing. . .in the sex play going on. Gazing at the ceiling far above was all it took for the demoness to realize what that missing something was. She had nothing with which to occupy her own mouth and tongue. L’tirashin smiled an iniquitous smile.
“You!” she said, pointing at Simvanna. “Come here!”
From habit, Simvanna responded to the summons a heart beat before she was even aware she was doing so. There was no doubt in the elf’s mind as to why she was being called over; the Night One was wanting her to join in and make the two-some a three-some. While this distressed Simvanna some, refusing to take part would only invite the Temptress’s wrath. Silently, Simvanna quickly crossed the chamber to the throne.
L’tirashin was well aware of a great number of things about Simvanna aside from the intense hatred she harbored for the demoness. But the same thing could be said about all her slaves. Whether they were part of the household staff, common laborers in the fields, or workers in the mines, numerous magical items throughout the demoness’s stronghold—and beyond—kept her well informed of nearly everything going on, without being obvious or intrusive. It did surprise L’tirashin that the normally humiliating experience of the “cleansing bath” had had little to no effect in breaking Simvanna’s spirit, and likewise how the elf had managed to conceal that fact so well and for so long. But sooner or later, something in Simvanna would break. Either Simvanna’s strong will would ultimately wear away or the still prideful slave would openly defy her mistress. If it were the latter, L’tirashin knew she would have no other recourse than to. . .
But such thoughts were for a later time. Right then, it was L’tirashin’s wanton desires that needed to be satisfied, even if only for the moment.
As her sister had done, Simvanna hurriedly approached L’tirashin’s throne, her eyes steadily locked on the floor. She hesitated at the bottom of the steps for a moment before ascending. In the span of a few dozen fear-inspired heartbeats, Simvanna was at the top and standing beside the hideous chair, trying not to look the Night One in the eyes without her leave.
At the moment, L’tirashin was hardly concerned about such trivial formalities. What she wanted was to taste the sweet juices of another woman.
“Strip,” L’tirashin commanded. “Straddle my throne then lower yourself onto my face. I want to tongue your pussy. Now!”
The Tempress’s emphatic command made Simvanna move instantly. With haste, the elven slave got naked then gingerly placed her left hand and foot on the bone-crafted throne and held her breath. When nothing happened, she pulled herself up but was mindful not to step on her mistress’s wings. Simvanna placed a foot on both of the throne’s arms and steadied herself for a moment before lowering herself toward L’tirashin’s waiting mouth. Simvanna hesitated a moment when she came face to “face” with the skull mounted at the apex on the backrest of the throne, as well as being able to see those that comprised the wall. A shiver raced up Simvanna’s back. She was not only much closer to the gruesome seat than she ever had any intention on getting but she was actually touching it!
And what they were doing! To be having sex atop of what was more or less a mass grave felt so completely blasphemous that Simvanna was sure she would be spending her afterlife in some “special” place in the Ten Hells reserved for just such defilers. The mere thought twisted the knots in her stomach tighter. Simvanna had also opted to face away from her sister, as she was still having a difficult time with the image of Amean’s delicate flower being pummeled almost mercilessly. But, Simvanna did have to admit that it looked every bit as exciting as it was disturbing.
L’tirashin had very little patience for waiting when it came to matters involving her slaves. The demoness reached up, grabbed hold of her slave’s thighs and pulled her down onto her eager mouth. As her tongue swiped through Simvanna’s moistening slot for the first time, L’tirashin found herself in a forgiving mood and decided it had been well worth the momentary delay. As she knew they would, the elf’s juices had a delicate sweetness about them. It had been the dark sovereign’s experience that the love juices from dwarves, orks, and humans frequently had either a lightly tart or sour taste to them, but almost never an elf. L’tirashin considered that it was perhaps because of their reverence for, and close connection to, nature that could account for the phenomenon. Ultimately, she chose to just enjoy it as much and as often as she could, instead of needlessly pondering the matter.
On Tiaceor, humans were the inventive lovers, dwarves had delightful stamina, an ork could throw a mean fuck into a girl at the drop of a dagger, and elves could protract a single sexual encounter into lasting almost a full day. L’tirashin enjoyed them all. She even had a few unique love slaves for variety: a male and female centaur; a big, bull minotaur; and a beguiled, young sapphire blue dragon—for those times when she felt like being really, really naughty—were just some of those who rounded out her extensive harem quite nicely.
L’tirashin diddled her tongue rapidly against Simvanna’s clit, eliciting a moan of delight from her. The Night One’s own sounds of pleasure were muffled by her mouth being busy with Simvanna’s pussy, as were Amean’s with her mistress’s.
Amean had since switched tactics and was licking both L’tirashin’s cunt and anus; first one then the other, then across them both, making the Temptress gyrate, wiggle, and grind her pelvis against her tongue. For her part, Amean was thoroughly enjoying the fuck her mistress’s tail was giving her slick pussy. In and out it plunged, faster and faster with each stroke and feeling as if it was gaining the smallest fraction of an inch every time it invaded her inner regions.
Simvanna could hardly help what she was feeling as the amazing sensations being provided by L’tirashin’s highly skilled mouth and tongue flooded her senses, taking Simvanna to ever-higher plateaus of ecstasy. The elf cupped her small boobs, first massaging them then pinching her nipples until they were taut and pink and pointed straight out like tiny lances.
L’tirashin’s long, dark crimson lingua delved deep into Simvanna’s cleft, piercing her like a wet, flexible penis. From the way her orally captivated slave was beginning to ride her mouth, she knew it would only be a short time before she would be drinking down her sweet effusion. The Temptress smiled as her tongue continued to dart and swirl in and out of Simvanna’s cunt. As she had done with Amean, L’tirashin had a pleasant little surprise in store for Simvanna. The demoness’s little oral surprise always managed to take the breath away from her female lovers, as well as making them squirt all over her face.
Without a word, L’tirashin split her tongue in two as she held it just beyond the lips of Simvanna’s succulent pussy. As she plunged her now forked tongue forward, one of the two halves slipped back into Simvanna’s waiting snatch while the other started burrowing its way into her unsuspecting asshole.
Simvanna gasped loudly when the dual sensation crashed over her like a wave, making her raise up a tiny bit in surprise. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she let out a loud moan of delight. Never before had she experienced such a thrill! While her fear of the Night One had hardly diminished, Simvanna could scarcely deny the truth that her mistress knew how to lick pussy.
Amean was working her own tongue and finger very busily. At the same time, she was also thrusting her hips back harder and harder as L’tirashin’s tail slid in and out. In her mind, only two things mattered: orgasming on the Night One’s wonderful tail and supplying the best climax she could induce in her mistress.
The trio’s simultaneous cumming jolted through their bodies like crackling bolts of sexual lightning and their ecstatic screams sounded like a trio of wolvers raising their voices in tribute to Tiaceor’s moons.
Amean’s cunt juices were streaming down her thighs and the Temptress’s tail as the elf’s pussy convulsed and grabbed at the welcome intruder.
As L’tirashin came, her juices filled Amean’s mouth so full of her ebullition that it dribbled from the elf’s dainty chin as she tried valiantly to keep up with the flow.
Simvanna was sitting fully on L’tirashin’s face when thought that she was probably as close to suffocating L’tirashin as she would ever get ran through her mind. The willful elf smiled at the notion but kept on riding her mistress’s forked tongue, determined to force it inside her as deep as it could go, riding it as if it were a wriggling, double-headed cock. The sweltering heat of her orgasm hit her like a wizard’s fireball a moment later.
For a long while, the sexually replete trio just stayed where they were, quietly enjoying the afterglow between them. Previously fast-moving hands—and other things—now just caressed slowly and gently each other as light kisses were pressed against sex-flushed skin. As was usual, the demoness was the first to disengage herself from her lovers’ embrace.
“Mmmmm,” the demoness purred as she rose then offered her slaves her hands and helped them to their feet. “That was lovely.”
“Thank you, mistress,” the sisters said in unison.
“For providing me with such excellent sport, you may have the rest of the day to yourselves. But. . .” L’tirashin paused with a salacious smile on her lips. Seeing she held the rapt attention of her vassals, she went on. “Tonight, I desire the two of you to come to me again, in my private chambers, where we will explore as-of-yet untried avenues of pleasure.”
“As you command, my mistress,” Amean said with a genuine and exuberant smile. Despite the way they had been indoctrinated into slavery and being stripped so completely of everything (a divestment that still haunted her nightmares), perhaps many of the rumors Amean had heard about her mistress were either terrible exaggerations or outright lies. In the elf’s mind, she just could not see how someone who was supposed to be so wholly evil could understand the intricacies and nuances of love making as fully as the Night One. While the Temptress demanded absolute loyalty from all whome she commanded and ruled, it was no less than what she was due. Besides, there had to be some kind of order to obey and it was beginning to make less and less difference to Amean that it was the demoness who ruled over a part of the world.
Despite Amean’s enthusiasm, it was Simvanna’s silence that attracted L’tirashin’s notice even more. “What seems to be the matter, my slave?” L’tirashin asked as she placed her hands on Simvanna’s hips and lightly touched her forehead to the elf’s bald pate. Since L’tirashin stood as tall as a typical human male, this made her almost a full head taller than Simvanna. But the demoness may as well have been standing as tall as a tree before the elf. Simvanna could feel her fear beginning to re-assert itself and it was only because of her unbroken will that she was able to remain standing in the demoness’ presence.
A silent threat of death always hovered around L’tirashin like an invisible shroud. And even more so when she had taken a “special interest” in someone; much like the way she had with Simvanna.
“Weren’t you enjoying yourself just now, my sweet? Hmmmm?” L’tirashin delighted in watching the panic build in her slave’s eyes. She knew Simvanna reviled her very presence on this world and would gladly see the demoness destroyed if she could. Breaking the spirit of this one will be quite an excellent challenge, L’tirashin mused, and one I look forward to.
The strong-willed elf felt herself drawing inexorably closer to taking flight from the demoness but Simvanna knew she would never get very far. Even if L’tirashin let her run, she would probably be stopped in her tracks by the first magical or mundane trap she came encountered. Simvanna’s only two choices then would be either recapture or death. There was also the question of what would happen to Amean; the Temptress may choose to vent her rage on her sister, something the prideful elf would never forgive herself for allowing to happen. No, the near to despairing Simvanna thought, It would be wiser to remain. . .for now.
Just as Simvanna opened her mouth a little to respond, L’tirashin lifted Simvanna’s chin and forced a deep kiss on her flustered slave. As their tongues caressed each other, the demoness could feel her vassal tense up for the briefest moment before compelling herself to relax and “enjoy” the embrace. After a long, lingering kiss, L’tirashin released her.
“There,” the Temptress said with a satisfied smile. “Perhaps that will help you to make up your mind about joining your sister and I later.” With the same abruptness a change in the wind, so too did L’tirashin’s voice and manner. “Now, go!” she commanded the pair in an icy tone, as she dismissed them with a grandiose flourish of her hand. “I have matters of far greater importance to attend to than the likes of you.”
As the sisters bent to gather their cast-off dresses and take leave of their mistress, a gnarled, man-sized staff floated down from somewhere near the throne room’s dark and unlit ceiling and drifted silently into L’tirashin’s raised hand. In the blink of an eye, the demoness’s nudity was at least partially concealed by a tattered, blood red camisole that had been cut-off just below L’tirashin’s breasts. A matching loincloth did its best to conceal the Night One’s hairy bush but without much success. As Amean and Simvanna quickly made their way down the dais stairs and out of the chamber, L’tirashin addressed her remaining slaves.
“The rest of you are dismissed as well. You may return to finish up your chores, as well as the ones of those two, after evening fast.” Without uttering a word, the Night One’s slaves obeyed and vacated the room.
L’tirashin assumed her throne again but waited a long while before doing anything other than that, lest a prying eye or ear glean even the tiniest tidbit of knowledge that would be best left unknown—at least for the time being.
While she sat, L’tirashin took some time for contemplation. Her plans to bring this magic-rich world to heel under the control of her and her demonic brethren were moving ahead faster than she had dared dream. Within a century, Tiaceor would become a little pocket of the Abyss in the mortal realm!
But then, why was she feeling less than elated with her victories thus far? Even after all she had managed to accomplish, both on this world and back in the Everdark, why was she feeling so. . .alone? It was as if there was a permanent hole in her dark spirit that no amount of sex, power, or magic could ever fill.
Of course, she knew why.
And that emptiness would always remain.
It had been so long ago for her that it often seemed more like a life stolen from someone else rather then her own. Millennia ago, L’tirashin Jaduor: succubus; demon; War Mistress of the Doom Legions of Woeful Iscandar; and ruler of the nation of Demnos; had known true love. For the briefest moment, the Night One felt herself on the very edge of tears, something that had not happened since. . .
Enough!!! L’tirashin scolded herself. Remember: he betrayed you!!!
The Temptress straightened herself on her regal seat, regaining the composure she had almost lost. That life was ancient history on a world that no longer existed; an event she herself had witnessed. All that mattered was. . .now! And the future and her place in it. It was time for her to review her plans and. . .strike!!
As she lifted her enchanted staff, it glowed with a deep blue aura of power, streaked through with veins of scarlet. A moment later, all five of the audience chamber’s thirty-foot high doors slammed shut with deafening bangs and a like number of arm-sized keys turned themselves in their equally huge locks. L’tirashin then waved her magicked stave at the huge windows to her right. Rock suddenly materialized and sealed the openings from which she had enjoyed her earlier view of Xyn. Once assured of her desired privacy, L’tirashin finally summoned what she knew demanded such secrecy.
“Noakcha eeina shaamshi!” the Temptress commanded in the language of magic. The effect was immediate and breathtaking. In the middle of the vast chamber a lucent, ghostly image of the world of Tiaceor appeared. Each nation was represented by a different color and that country’s capitol was displayed as a shining blue-white star. Amid the brightly colored hues, only one nation, a whole continent was shown in black: Eleasheua. Demnos. L’tirashin studied the phantom planet as it hung silently in mid-air, slowly turning on its axis.
Yes. Far more important things to do, indeed.

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Wow Lust at Sea chapter 3

It was hours later when they had finally stopped. Since the moment she had been tied up, Raalia had been licked in all her sensitive spots, had her breasts groped, her clit rubbed near to the point of climax, and so much more. One Orc had even licked her asshole for a good twenty minutes which had nearly caused her to cum several times. But Grima, the female Orc hunter, had watched her with a keen eye. Anytime it looked like she was about ready to cum she would stop them. But now it was over and Raalia felt somewhat disappointed. She knew she shouldn’t want this but a part of her wanted the release and the pleasure.
“Are we going to be a good girl now?” asked Grima in a fake sweet voice while she cupped the Draenei’s cheek. “Or do we have to continue?”
“Please,” begged Raalia in a defeated tone. “No more.”
“Will you do your chores like I showed you?” asked Grima. Raalia nodded which caused the Orc to frown a bit. “Is that how you answer your betters? No! You will say it clearly for everyone to hear!”
“Yes,” cried Raalia. “I will clean the deck with my ass high in the air for everyone to see!”
“Such a good little priestess,” said Grima as she moved her hand to the Draenei’s breast and gave it a good squeeze which caused Raalia to moan. “Now then, if you do all of your chores, maybe the captain will train you extra hard tonight. Would you like that, you priestess slut?”
“Yes,” said Raalia softly. Grima smirked as she undid the bindings on the naked priestess. Once they were all off Raalia walked over to the bucket of water that had been left there and took out the rag. She then got on all fours but with her legs straight so that her ass was in the air and her legs spread so that her pussy was visible. She found working like this to be difficult for she sometimes lost her balance due to the rocking of the ship. But, in a way, she felt excited. As she worked her pussy began to leak its juices down her legs. She had no idea of the reason why she felt like this, she just did.
Then, when she was half way done, something happened.
“Ship ahoy,” called out the crewman in the crow’s nest. Moments later Adren and the Blood Elf were on the main deck.
“Its intent?” demanded Adren.
“Most likely hostile,” came the reply. “It’s an Alliance Cruiser. They have spotted us and it looks like they are getting ready for battle.” At that, a part of Raalia became hopeful. Soon she would be free of this place. Yet another part was disappointed, like she had been cheated out of something. Then she noticed something that was odd. No one was worried nor was anyone preparing to engage. Were they planning on running away?
“Velithela,” said the captain calmly as he turned to look at the Blood Elf. “Please be a dear and get rid of that annoyance.”
“For you, my love, anything,” she said as she snapped her fingers. A moment later a flying carpet floated towards her and then stopped. Calmly Velithela stepped onto the carpet and then took off into the sky. Raalia watched as Velithela quickly moved her flying mount well above the Alliance vessel and then began to rain fire balls down upon the ship. Some were so small Raalia had a hard time seeing them while others were visibly larger. While she was doing this the ship moved and began to fire cannon balls. The poor crew of the Alliance Cruiser was no match for this kind of fire power and soon sank.
“Move out and look for survivors,” commanded Adren as Velithela landed back aboard the ship. “Let’s see if we can us any of them.” With that the crew laughed as the ship began to move towards the wreckage. But then…
“Ship ahoy!” called out the crewman from the crow’s nest. Adren let out a groan as he began to search the waters. “It’s a Horde ship captain and it’s signaling us. I think it’s the Gor’lasish.”
“So Garrosh wants a new playmate,” said Adren calmly. “Alright everyone, let’s get ready to meet our guests. Let’s make them feel welcome so long as they pay!” Everyone laughed as Adren turned to face Raalia. “Stay next to me at all times. Say nothing unless I ask or tell you to answer. Fail me and there will be a great punishment awaiting you. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes master,” said Raalia. Adren smiled, pleased that she had figured out what to call him so quickly. Most needed to be told this.
It took about a half an hour for the Orc ship to arrive. During that time, the pirates had pulled out several people from the water. The women were taken below while Adren asked if any of the men were willing to join his crew. Once they had all said no Adren ordered their throats slit and their bodies were dumped overboard. Raalia watched this all with pity in her eyes, wishing she could have done something. But there was nothing for her to do. She was trapped here and watched over by people who could kill her with the same ease as twisting a babies arm.
Soon after the Orc ship arrived, an old Orc captain came onboard. He was dressed in heavy armor, had white hair with a beard, and was missing an eye. He scanned the crew and when he spotted Raalia his jaw dropped a little. Raalia felt embarrassed under his graze and could feel her nipples hardening. What was wrong with her? She was a priestess, not a slut. She was trained to deny herself these feelings. Yet she could not help herself on this boat.
“I see you like my latest treasure,” said Adren as he took a step forward.
“Captain Hellstein,” said the Orc. “I am Captain Morzalm. I am here under the orders of the Warchief.”
“Of course you are,” said Adren. “If you weren’t I would not have allowed you on my ship. Now what does Garrosh want this time? The only slave he hasn’t asked of me is a Gnome!”
“The Warchief would like a female Worgen,” said Morzalm. At that the crew became quiet as Adren rubbed his chin.
“Well that will take some doing,” said Adren. “Right now I’m fresh out of the trained ones and the rest are back at our hideout.”
“An untrained one will do,” said Morzalm. He then looked a bit uncomfortable. “I believe you know what the Warchief does to them after one time.”
“He kills them,” said Adren with a hint of anger. “I go to all the trouble of training the ideal sex slaves and he kills them after one go. All because he doesn’t want the world to know that he enjoys fucking the females of the Alliance that he claims to hate. If he wasn’t paying me to keep my mouth shut I’d let every bar up and down the coast know.”
“He is grateful for your silence,” said Morzalm. He then looked at Raalia before continuing. “How much is the Draenei?”
“This one is not ready to be sold,” said Adren as he moved behind Raalia. He then reached around and began squeezing her breasts. “And I refuse to sell her until I deem her ready. Nor will I sell her to Garrosh for any price.” At that, Captain Morzalm looked a bit downhearted. “Tell Garrosh that I will send him a Worgen within the next two weeks. And since this one is untrained I will lower my usual price to 3000 gold.”
“Very well then,” said Morzalm as he turned to leave. “Perhaps in the future you and I shall do business.” And with that he left.
-x-
Later that night Raalia found herself back in the Adren’s room. And, like that morning, Grima was there as well. Only this time she was naked. While Grima was smaller than Raalia, her breasts were much larger with dark green nipples. She also noted that Grima’s muscles were not as visible giving her a leaner appearance.
“Now then,” said Adren who was sitting on the bed naked, “time to continue the training. First off, I would like you to learn the art of the blow job. Let’s see what you got Raalia.”
Raalia gulped as she moved over the Adren and then got on her knees. This was her first time seeing a man’s cock up close like this. It was hard for her to believe that something that big could have been inside her. With a gulp, Raalia took the member into her mouth and then began to bob her head up and down. After several minutes of this Adren’s cock began to grow limp.
“You need a lot of work,” said Grima as she pulled Raalia away from Adren. “Let me show you how it is done!” With that Grima began to stroke the cock with her hand while circling its tip with her tongue. It was soon hard again and the Orc began to lick it up and down. Raalia watched as Grima played and sucked on his ball sack which caused him to moan in pleasure. And when she finally took the cock into her mouth Grima did more than just bob up and down. Grima sucked and made slurping noises as went down on it. The Draenei could see her working her tongue around his cock to provide extra pleasure. And then, all of a sudden, she stopped. “Now you try.”
Raalia nodded slightly as she moved back towards Adren’s cock. She then began with a slow lick up its shaft. She then took it into her hand, feeling how hard and wet it was and began to pump it up and down while licking its tip. After that, she gave the head a small kiss before taking it into her mouth. Adren let out a moan of approval. He could tell that this Draenei was a fast learner.
Raalia then felt something lick her pussy. She turned her head the best she could with the cock still in her mouth and saw that Grima was laying on the floor with her head right between her legs. The Draenei was in shock. An Orc, the same race that nearly wiped out her people, was eating her out…and she was enjoying it. Before she could do anything or say anything Adren grabbed her by her horns and began to cum into her mouth. The priestess’s eyes widened in shock as his white seed filled her mouth and began to drip down her cheeks.
“Why don’t you two share,” said Adren with a wicked grin. Raalia didn’t know what that meant. But she soon found out as Grima got off the ground, sat next to her, and then embraced her in a deep and passionate kiss. Raalia quickly found herself getting into it as she wrapped her arms around the Orc as their tongues explored each other’s mouths as they drank the cum. Grima also wrapped her arms around Raalia and then stood them up. Before the priestess knew it she was laying of the bed while still making out with an Orc.
“I believe you have passed your first lesson,” said Grima as she pulled away from the kiss. “And your master will properly reward you.” With that, Adren trust his cock into Raalia. She screamed out in shock and pain, but it soon faded as Adren began to thrust his cock in and out of her. And with each thrust her clit rubbed against Grima’s sending shocks throughout her body. She saw Grima smile as she pressed her tits against hers. Then, without warning, withdrew completely.
“Wait please,” begged Raalia. “I was almost there.”
“Don’t be so greedy,” said Adren as he put his cock in Grima. The Orc huntress made a purring like sound as Adren began to thrust hard into her. “Tell me, my little priestess slut, who do you belong to?”
“You master!”
“What are you willing to do for me?”
“Anything master! I’ll do anything you ask me to. Just please let me cum. I’m so close but I can feel it slipping away! I’ve been wanting to cum all day so please make me cum!”
“I’ll remember what you said,” said Adren as he pulled his cock out of Grima and thrust it back into Raalia as hard as he could. Raalia scream as loud as she could as a mind blowing orgasm erupted inside of her as he thrusted into her like a maniac. The world began to fade and the last thing she felt was him cuming inside her before the world went black.
-x-
“If I didn’t know any better I would think you were found of her,” said Grima. Adren sighed as he sat down on his bed. They had moved Raalia to a corner on his room and covered her with a blanket. Grima was still as naked as he was as she laid there on his bed.
“I might be,” he said honestly. “I think she has potential that would have gone to waste had she stayed with the Alliance.” Grima said nothing while she got up and then pressed her body against Adren’s.
“You know I don’t mind sharing,” she said. “I just hope she doesn’t become as clingy as Vel.” At that Adren laughed.

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slaver or collecter GIRL 2 part 2

Steve is checking out the system he put in, going from camera to camera checking each out and readjusting it. He sees the limo pull up to the front door and 4 ladies in burkas get out and enter the palace. He follows them from camera to camera, then into Sasha private rooms. All 4 ladies take the burkas off then head into the spa area, they all go around Helen hand her some more tea, put her in the bath, start washing her hair, legs, face then her pussy. Again her pussy has hair on it, dark black hair that matches the hair on her head. The girls rub lotion on, start trimming then put on the clean lotion, wait a few minutes then wipe all the hair off her pussy. If Helen was not drinking the tea she would have been pissed about her pussy being bare but she looked at it, said it looked great. All 3 woman move around Helen with towels to dry her, she has never been so pampered, she just loves it. Sasha leans over, starts kissing Helen. Helen moves back away from Sasha, they hand Helen a cup of tea to drink then it is Hanna’s time to try and kiss Helen. This time Helen does not pull back put just stands there and let Hanna kiss her. Jane is next, she goes over kisses Helen, she put her hand on Helen head pulls Helen in tight and kisses. Helen is now kissing back, all 3 ladies tell Helen that they are together as one, do things for each other and watch out all of us. Helen says that is great and she will love been part of the group. More tea, more tea and more tea. Helen is feeling great, happy, and would do anything for the group. Sasha tell her that tonight at dinner Helen will be the one of honor, put she will not be allowed the speak so we will put this ball gag on you, then attach this hose so you can drink her tea. Helen is amazed at it but goes along with it because she wants to be part of the group. They put her ball gag on, her burka, she is now ready.
Omar and Steve are sitting in the banquet room. In come the 4 women in burkas, they sit down in front of the men and say nothing. The music starts, Omar leans over and tells Steve that when he dances with Helen he can dance with anyone of the other woman he wants. The songs go slow, Omar gets up goes over to Helen, extends a hand, she gets up and dances with Omar. Steve looks over at the 3 other woman, walks over extends a hand to Hanna, guides her to the dance floor, starts to dance. Hanna tells Steve he is going to have to learn about the burka! He says what do you mean? Hanna says these are special burkas custom made for the prince! She says to move your hand down the side, you will find an opening, put you hand in there and you have complete access to my body. This he does, his hand goes though the outer area, Hanna takes his hand guides it though another slit and another. His hand is at her pussy now. He moves his finger up and down her slit, she loves it! She then says Steve I have to tell you a secret! The tea we drink has condition our minds, you have complete control over us! If you tell me to have an orgasm my body will go into an orgasm, if you tell me to suck your cock I will do it. Steve says ok let me try it! Hanna I want you to have an orgasm! She start to shake, holds on to Steve because she can not stand by herself anymore. She move her head up looks Steve in the eyes, he can see how happy she is. The dance is over, he takes her back were she was sitting. Omar leans over and asks if Hanna told him about the burkas, yes she did! In a few minutes another slow dance, Omar goes to Helen, Steve goes to Jane. Steve put is mouth next to her ear and asks if she is happy? Jane opens the top front part of her burka, give him a kiss, her tongue goes into his mouth, they continue to kiss. Then she breaks the kiss closes the burka and says does that answer the question! His finger is at her pussy, he tells her to have an orgasm, she does and holds on until she can stand again. When the next slow song starts Steve goes over to Sasha, she gets up and dances with Steve. She can feel Steve’s hand looking for the slit in the burka, she move her mouth next to his ear and tells him that there is no slit in her burka. Omar is the only person that can feel her body, Steve says he is sorry for trying. She says that he has a lot to learn about life here and what they can do.
The dinner ends, they take Helen back to Sasha room, takes the ball gag out, ask how she like the dinner. Helen says I want to stay here and marry Omar’s brother. Some more tea, Jane and Helen go to bed together, Sasha goes to Omar and Hanna walks to Steve’s room.
Knocks on Steve’s door, Hanna enters, takes her burka off, and stand there. Steve says that what ever he tells her she will do. She says yes master! Steve yes this might be hard for you! I will do anything you ask! Ok I want you to drop the slave thing! I want Hanna the person here. Hanna says she does not know if she can do that, she has been a slave for so long I don’t know what it is like not being one. Steve says just try, I will correct you if you slip. Steve takes his clothes off, Hanna is looking very nervous because she is to be doing that. They go in the bath room, Steve turns the shower on, Hanna does not know what do, Steve extends a hand and take Hanna into the shower. Hanna reaches for the soap, start washing Steve. Steve says no, no, no, Hanna stops and is shaking. Steve says you stand there I am going to wash you. Hanna stand here very stiff, Steve starts washing her, back, ass, legs, front chest, tits, pussy and the her hair. Hanna is feeling better relaxing more and is melting to Steve’s touch. She can not believe how great this feels! Steve turns the water off, gets a big towel, dries her, then picks her up and takes to the bed. Starts kissing her, moves down to her tits, sucks, sucks and sucks. He then moves down to her pussy, start licking it from top to bottom. Hanna is going nuts, she has never had anyone do this to her. Steve moves up to her clit, back and forth, up and down. Hanna is going to come! Without someone telling her to come. She lets out a big yell, moves her pussy up into Steve’s mouth. She can not believe what just happened to her. Steve moves up, Hanna starts kissing, kissing and kissing.
Now when we are in bed together you are no longer my slave. Hanna says she is going to have a hard time switching from slave to non slave but she will try. Ok master! Ha ha.
The next day Steve and Omar are talking things over. Steve says that he is getting into finding girls and the money. Omar says great, as you see the girls are treated great and they think they have their own minds and are very happy at being slaves. One thing Omar! Can I buy Hanna from you! She will be here for you, if you want to take her to the USA we can arrange for you to marry her. That would be great!
That night back in Steve’s bedroom Hanna is standing there nude, Steve moves up to her, goes down on his knee and asks her to marry him. She is in tears, and says yes, yes, yes. They go to bed fuck, fuck, suck all night long, the next day Hanna is so happy she give Steve another one of her ass treats. Licking, licking and sticking her tongue in and making him come.
Steve is talking to Omar and tells him he wants to marry Hanna, Omar is happy, she is a great girl. Steve I have something else for you to try! Omar reaches over, give Steve some pills. What are these? Well Steve let say they help your sex life! Steve says he does not need any help with that! No,no it does not act like Viagra it makes your cock grow. You will add inches and inches, both length and girth. Steve says you guys have everything here. Omar says you do not know the half of the things we have.
Steve says goodbye to Hanna, Jane, Helen, Sasha and Omar, heads back to the USA to look for another girl. He thinks his life has changed! Now he just looks for pretty girls to take to Dubai to sell, this time Omar says that his other brother wants a red head. He wonders how this is going to happen after he marries Hanna.

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Deal with a Demon pt. 1

This story is about a demon man turning a femboy into his slave sissy. There will be plenty of anal and what not. All characters are above the age of 18. This story is based on true event that take place some time in the near future.

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A Slut Learns Her Place

Looking up from my computer, I realized I was alone in the office once again. There was a deadline looming, and I’d been working my ass off. But judging by the empty desks all around me, I seemed to be the only one willing to put in the extra hours to complete the project. I suppose it was my own problem. I wasn’t your average paper pusher by any stretch of the imagination. With my long, tousled blonde hair, blue eyes, and slim hourglass figure, it’s easy to say that I’ve never been taken seriously at any job I’ve held. In a corporate world of men in suits, I stuck out like a sore thumb, and my colleagues never let me forget it. As a result, I frequently ended up working harder than all of them combined, struggling to prove my value as an employee, not just as a piece of ass. All I wanted was to be respected.
My watch beeped, indicating it was now 1:00AM. I yawned, and reluctantly gathered my things to leave. I pulled on my high heels that I’d stored under my desk, and I walked out of the office, locking it as I left. Halfway, to my car, I realized I’d forgotten my blazer jacket. But carrying my box full of files, and juggling my car keys, I decided it wasn’t worth the extra trip to go back. I quickened my pace, motivated by the cool breeze biting at the bare skin revealed by my lacy tanktop. In the darkness, I blushed, glad that no one around to see my nipples harden in the cold.
When I finally reached my car, parked a few spots away from the nearest streetlight, I sighed in relief. There was something slightly creepy about walking alone in an empty parking lot in the dark hours of the night. I propped the files against my car, and fumbled for the keys. In the shadows, it was difficult to find what I was looking for. Finally, I had the keys in hand, and reached to unlock the door to the backseat. It was a struggle to simultaneously open the door and balance the files against my hip, but somehow, I managed. With the door open, I bent over to set the heavy box in the back seat. I congratulated myself on managing to make it this far without dropping them, and I ducked back outside the car, pulling my skirt back into place.
When I turned to open the driver side door, my hand brushed against something. I glanced to my left and screamed when I saw the outline of a large man in the shadows. Quickly, I tried to open the door, but he grabbed my wrist, and pushed me up against the car. My keys dropped, and I struggled to move under his weight, screaming louder this time.
Suddenly, a second pair of hands reached around from my right and pressed a large piece of duct tape across my lips. I tried, in vain, to scream, but it just sounded like muffled moaning. I continued struggling, but I could barely move. I felt the second pair of hands brush against the bare skin of my calves, and I froze. Duct tape was wrapped tightly around them, binding my legs together. Tears were running down my face, and I kept screaming from behind the tape covering my mouth.
I felt laughter, and warm breath against my neck.
“You know, all that moaning is really turning me on, baby. Your coworkers said you were a frigid ice queen, but the way you’re carrying on, I think you’re enjoying this.”
Panic rose in my chest. How did he know my coworkers?
“That’s right, honey, I was hired by a few of your office mates to show you your place. They’re sick of you walking around in your skirts and heels, impressing the boss, and never giving any of them the time of day.”
He laughed again. “Looks like you should have just had dinner with one of the poor bastards. Would have been easier on you. But not as fun for me, that’s for sure. And I’m going to have fun with you, bitch, you can count on that”
Suddenly, he pulled my wrists behind my back, and they too were secured with duct tape. A blindfold was tied roughly over my eyes, and he opened the door to the backseat, shoving me in onto the floor. A blanket was tossed over me, and the door was closed. He got into the front seat and started the car, and I heard the passenger door open. The second assailant got in, and I was surprised to hear a woman’s voice when she spoke to him as he started the car.
“Mmm, baby, this is going to be so fun. Our last projects haven’t been nearly as sexy. Do we have to give her back?”
Although I couldn’t see her, her voice was sweet and velvet smooth, and sounded like it belonged to a gorgeous face. I shuddered to think of a woman being so enthusiastic about kidnapping another woman.
The man answered swiftly. “Of course we have to give her back. We don’t get paid if we keep the bitch. But don’t worry, baby, you’ll get all the time in the world to play with our new toy. In the meantime, you know what to do.”
Something sharp entered my thigh, and at once, I started to feel drowsy.
The woman’s whispered voice was the last thing I heard before I passed out. “I can’t wait til I have you between my legs, begging to be allowed to lick my pussy.”
*******
“Wake up, slut!”
The voice echoed in the room, as if ten people were shouting at me at once. My head throbbed, and I reluctantly opened my eyes. I was greeted with the image of a naked woman, tied to a metal table on the ceiling. Remembering what had happened, I tried desperately to get up, but my hands and feet were tied down to something. I looked again at the ceiling, and realized I was looking at a mirror. In horror, I realized I was the woman spread out and tied naked to the table. I screamed, and the sound was no longer muffled by tape.
“Where am I? What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
The loud voice spoke again, and I could now see the speaker in the wall that it was coming from. “You’re perfectly safe. And as I told you before, you’re going to be taught your proper place in life. If you cooperate, this will be easier. But if you want us to have more fun, feel free to struggle. “
I pulled hard at the ties on my wrists. “You sick pig! I’m sure as hell not going to make this easier on you. You’re going to fucking let me go!”
Laughter boomed over the speaker. “Let you go? No. But yes, there will be fucking. So shut your mouth, and enjoy the show, bitch. Don’t worry, we’ll be back to put you out of your misery in a few hours.”
With that, the mirrored image I was staring at disappeared, and was replaced with video of a girl secured on all fours in a cage, with a collar around her neck. She stared at the camera lustfully, and seemed to be whispering something over and over. The volume was suddenly turned up, and I could hear her saying, “Please, fuck me! It’s been days, I need to feel your hard cock in my pussy! Fuck me, I’m begging you!”
On the screen, a tall muscular man walked into the room, and my breath caught. There was nothing gorgeous about his face, but the way he moved sent shivers down my spine. It was the slow confident gait of a predator on the hunt. He was dressed simply in a business suit, and there was a noticeable bulge against the fabric between his legs.
“You know you’re not supposed to speak before spoken to, slut. If I want to fuck you, I will. Since you’ve disobeyed, I’m not going to. Instead, Diana will teach you some manners.”
Just then, a tall woman with long black hair entered the picture. Diana, I assumed. She wore a black bra, and a skirt that left little to the imagination. Her full lips were pursed in a way that was both sexy and stern. She was holding a leather leash in her well-manicured fingers, and she dangled it loosely in front of the cage.
“So you want to be fucked, you little slut?”
The girl whimpered pathetically from behind the metal bars. “I do. Please, Mistress, I’m begging you. I can’t take it anymore!”
Diana smiled ferociously and bent over the cage, sticking her finger through the bars. “Suck my finger, slut. Show me how you’d suck the Master’s long hard cock.”
I cringed at the depravity of the situation, but felt an odd sensation spreading through my body as I watched the collared girl wrap her lips around Diana’s finger. The sensation grew as the girl greedily sucked and licked the finger, her brown eyes full of lustful desperation.
Diana suddenly withdrew her finger. “No, I don’t think that’s right at all. You’ll have to show me what else you can do with that mouth, you useless whore.”
The girl nearly cried. “Anything, Mistress, I’m sorry for disappointing you”
Diana stood up, and unlocked the cage. At once the girl padded out on her hands and knees, with her head lowered. Diana knelt down and secured the leash to the collar around the girl’s neck. As she stood up, Diana viciously tugged on the leash, pulling the girl’s head upwards.
“Now, tell me what a good little slut you are, and I might let you prove that your tight cunt deserves to be pounded by the Master’s cock”
The girl looked into Diana’s eyes. “I am a good little slut. My pussy is aching to be filled, Mistress!”
Diana pulled once more on the leash and walked the girl towards a chair in the corner. She sat heavily against the leather, and spread her legs wide. “Now, my little fuck toy, I want you to take off my panties.”
The girl reached her hands up to move the skirt away, and Diana yanked roughly on the leash while slapping the girl’s hand away. “You stupid slut, you know how you’re supposed to take them off.”
The tall man was suddenly standing behind the girl, grabbing her wrists, then holding them up behind her back. He locked eyes with Diana and smiled. “You heard what she said, slut, use that mouth the way we taught you.”
On her knees, the girl bent forward, nudging the skirt away with her nose. She hesitantly thrust her head further between Diana’s legs and struggled to grasp the lace panties in her teeth. As she pulled back one side and then the next, the strange sensation in my body grew once more. I closed my eyes and tried to will the feeling away.
When I opened them, the panties were around Diana’s ankles, and the girl’s head was nestled tightly between Diana’s legs. The camera zoomed, and I watched as the girl’s tongue lapped at the shaved pussy with long strokes. I’d never watched porn in my life, and I’d certainly never seen a woman lick another woman’s pussy. I imagined the taste, and immediately felt sick at the thought. However, the strange sensation spread once more.
The man standing behind the girl bent forward and kissed Diana as the girl continued to work away. The girl’s tongue circled rapidly around Diana’s clitoris, and suddenly, the woman’s hips bucked forward forcefully. The girl tried to pull away, but Diana held the leash taught, and the man held her head from behind, pinning her lips to the trembling pussy.
Diana looked down at the girl “Oh you are a good little slut. You like eating my pussy, don’t you, you dirty girl?”
The girl, face full of wet pussy, couldn’t answer.
“What do you think, Master, does this little whore deserve to suck your cock?”
The man responded by dropping the girl’s wrists, unzipping his pants and freeing the huge bulge that had been growing steadily between his legs. At the sight of his hard thick cock in his hand, my breath caught. It was at least 10 inches long, and as thick as three of my fingers. I’d never seen a cock like that in my life.
“You have three seconds to have my cock in your mouth, my little fuck toy”
Diana dropped the leash, and the girl turned quickly towards the man, wrapping her lips softly around the head of his dick. She looked up, expectantly, towards the man, and he grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth. “Mmm yeah, that’s it you useless slut, show me what you’re good for. Show me how badly you want my cock.”
The girl moved her lips steadily up and down the shaft, in time with her hand that was also wrapped around the giant cock. She moaned loudly, and her other hand began to drift towards her own pussy. Diana caught this movement, and grabbed the girl’s arm before a single finger could touch her glistening hole.
“Master, look at this stupid slut, she was trying to please herself while she had your cock in her mouth, as if that wasn’t already pleasure enough.”
The man thrust his cock deeper into the girl’s mouth, allowing his balls to slap heavily against her chin. “And I was about to fuck you too. You greedy slut, your pussy doesn’t deserve my cock.”
He began to fuck her mouth harder and faster than before. The girl choked several times, and struggled weakly against the large hands holding her head securely in place. The man closed his eyes and suddenly stopped the motion, locked deep in her throat. “Fuck yeah, swallow that cum you little slut.”
After a moment, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, allowing the last few jets of cum to splatter against her cheek. “You missed some, you bitch.”
Diana reached down and wiped the cum off the girl’s face with two fingers. “Clean it off my fingers, slut.”
The girl eagerly sucked the man’s cum off Diana’s fingers. Afterwards, she licked her lips. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master. Please, will you fuck me now?”
The man laughed and walked away. The girl’s face fell. Diana pulled on the leash, and led the girl back to the cage on her hands and knees. She removed the leash and locked the door once more. Walking away, Diana addressed the girl. “Maybe if you’re a good little slut, he’ll fuck you tomorrow. Don’t you dare touch yourself either. You know what will happen if you do.”
With that, the video ended, and the mirrored image returned. Staring up at the ceiling, I was shocked to see a large wet spot between my legs. I was ashamed to admit how horny I suddenly felt; how much I wondered what that huge cock would feel like in my own pussy. Quickly, I reminded myself of the situation, and tried to suppress the thoughts of being fucked senselessly. It was wrong. It was just so wrong.
The man’s voice echoed suddenly, this time from across the room, and not on the loud speaker as before. “What did you think of that, slut?”
Ripped from my silent turmoil, I responded quickly. “I.. It was disgusting. Terrible.”
His hand touched my thigh, and I moaned inadvertently.
He lifted his hand and chuckled to himself. “If it was so terrible, why are you moaning, my pet?”
Caught in my own lie, I offered no reply.
He leaned closer towards my face and shouted. “Answer me, slut!
I stared defiantly at the ceiling instead.
Without warning, he suddenly plunged two fingers into my pussy. They slipped in easily, and I couldn’t help but moan again. He withdrew his fingers suddenly and held them over my face.
“I’ll ask you again. If it was so terrible, why are you moaning? Why is your fucking cunt dripping wet? Hmm? Tell me why, you little slut.”
Humiliated, I looked away from his smoldering blue eyes and, once again, refused to answer.
He slapped my face, and held my gripped my jaw with his wet fingers. “You will answer me, you little cunt. That slap is just a taste of what you’ll get if you don’t.”
My cheek throbbed, and I fought back tears. I swallowed hard and decided to reply. “The video was terrible. I don’t know why my… why it’s wet.”
“Say it. Say you don’t know why your pussy is wet.”
His words rippled through me, and my cheeks felt hot beneath his stare. For some reason, I felt compelled to follow his instructions.
I looked away once more. “I don’t know why my pussy is wet.”
He released my jaw. “That’s a good little slut. See how easy it is if you just answer me in the first place? I know why your pussy is wet. It’s wet because it turned you on, watching that girl lick Diana’s wet pussy and suck my hard cock. Isn’t that right, you cunt?”
“…I guess”
He walked to the end of the table, toward my feet, and paused. “You liked watching her being led around on a leash, like a dog. Like the dirty slut she is. You liked seeing her used and abused, begging to be fucked like a whore. Tell me how right I am, you little slut.”
I closed my eyes and whispered my answer, praying he would stop making me answer these questions. “You’re right. I liked it.”
“You liked what, my pet?”
“I liked seeing that girl get treated like a slut.”
He smiled, and rested his hand against my thigh once more. I moaned again.
“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear. You deserve a little reward for your obedience.”
Ashamed, I immediately thought of his cock again. And how it would feel buried deep in my wet pussy. I blushed, and wished I could hide my face from his cruel stare.
“Not so frigid now, are you, my little slut? You look like you’re just dying to have my cock stuck deep inside your wet cunt.”
His fingers brushed against my pussy, and I gasped. He continued to trace his fingers up and down my thighs, occasionally returning to tease my dripping cunt.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you?”
He thrust two fingers inside me then, and I moaned my answer.
“That sounds like a yes to me.”
I couldn’t deny that I was more turned on than I’d ever been before this. However, I felt humiliated and ashamed of my own secret desires. This shame seemed to only add to the fires burning in my pussy. I wanted this man to fuck me senseless, and I didn’t care what dirty names he called me while he did it.
The man pulled his fingers from my wet cunt, and held them over my face once more. Leaning in close so that his lips brushed my earlobe, he whispered his next words. “I’ll fuck you on one condition, slut. You’re going to lick your pussy juice off my fingers. Now.”
Feeling his whispered command wash over me, I obediently opened my mouth, as if in a trance. At that moment, I would have done anything to have him ride me until this burning desire ended.
He immediately lowered his fingers just above my lips, forcing me to strain my head forward with the effort of trying to lick them. My tongue was stretched out as far as it would go, but I still couldn’t reach his glistening fingers. I grew frustrated, trying desperately to taste my pussy juice as he instructed. A few more moments passed, but I was unable to stretch far enough to reach his fingers. Laughing, he withdrew his fingers and wiped them on my chest.
“You must have really wanted me to fuck you, you little slut. How naïve of you to believe I’d actually allow you that release so early into our fun. You’re stupider than you look. And by far the easiest woman I’ve ever had to break as well. Most girls last at least the day. It only took one video to make you putty in my hands. I’m going to enjoy you, my pet. You can count on that.”
He turned suddenly and walked away, calling over his shoulder.
“I’ll be back later. But don’t worry; I’ll leave some more videos on for you to watch. I know how much you like them, and I want you good and wet for this evening. Diana is just itching to let you earn your collar and leash like the rest of our fuck toys.”
Staring at the mirror as it began to fade away, I started to cry. I knew my life as I had known it was over forever.

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My Pretty Little Slaves — Chaper 3

My Pretty Little Slaves – Chapter 3 – Tiffani’s Training and a Big Surprise
Characters Introduced:
Jamal, 28 6’8 Security Guard
Saleswomen at Men’s Suit Store
Hanna, 18 5’3 Blond Hair with hazel eyes 36c
Missy, 19 5’4 Brown Hair with brown eyes 34d
Rebecca, 18 5’2 Red Hair with blue eyes 36d
Michelle, 21 5’5 Dirty Blond with light blue eyes 32c
Becky has gone over the training regiment what is expected of Tiffani. They then go into the Bathroom to shave Tiffani’s pussy and her armpits. After they are finished Becky and Tiffani go soak in the tub. Becky tells Tiffani, “Tiffani, I do not wish to do that again. Something just snapped in me when you disapproved of my relationship with Ben. I love him Mom. It is not puppy love, it is true love. I know he cares for me, we do more than just sit around and have sex. He takes me places, we go out and I feel like a beautiful woman in the arms of a handsome caring man. Don’t get me wrong, the sex with him is amazing. It took me sometime to get use to his size, he hits all buttons with each stroke. I love you to mom and I know when you get use to our life. It seems so natural. Ben told me he would take care of you no matter if you decided to be his slave or not. I wanted so bad to share this with you and for you to experience Ben’s love also”.
Tiffani “I have never been comfortable with exposing my body with others, Becky, I never got naked with your father until I was in bed. That took me by surprise yesterday and then your tattoos and piercings it was a lot to absorb in one moment. Then I saw Ben’s oversized penis I was shocked. That is not a normal size cock for a white or black man. That thing is huge, and the BIG FELLA tattoo on his cock. It was just a lot to take in. I know you snapped, I know I hurt you last night Becky and I am sorry. Just give me some time to absorb all this”
They kiss as mother and daughter first and then it becomes a little more passionate. The start kissing like lovers. “That was nice, Tiffani” Becky says after they break. “There are many pleasures that we will discover here in this house”.
Ben arrives at the door to the bathroom and watches his slaves kiss. “Can I join you to?”.
Becky “Yes, Master!, come get in with us lover”
Ben gets in after handing Tiffani and Becky a cup coffee.
Tiffani “mmm, Good coffee, just how I like it. Little cream and sugar, you told him that didn’t you Mistress”. “Yes”
They finish their morning coffee and Ben reaches for Becky and they start to make out in the tub. Ben tells her that he loves her and caresses her breast then her ass.
Ben “Tiffani, I have made an appointment with my Doctor to give you a HIV/STD test and examine you. I have also called Gerald and told him you will not be in for a couple of weeks, he understands my reasons. Being truthful with you, I told Becky this already, I am paying your salary at Gerald’s company and all your expenses. Have been since the start. Your resume was OK according to Gerald but when I saw Becky on the web cam, I told him you had the job. She looked like an angel on the web cam. Then when I saw her in person, my heart dropped. I have had many slaves and lovers in my fourteen years of sexual activity. She is the only person that made my heart throb. My jaw dropped when she walked into the executive suite. The next day or so I did everything I could to seduce her and to love her. The first time we made love it was as special for me as I know it was to her. That is when she first told me she loved me. I could have sworn that I heard fireworks going off. I was on cloud nine. I love her completely, she is my slave as are you now. I take care of my slaves, you will want for nothing while you are with me. If after your training you want to leave, so be it, there are rules for that but that is for another time. There are several types of slaves: Bed Slaves, the ones that share my bed; Breeders, the ones that I have sex with and are expected to give birth to my children; fuck slaves, they are good for whore houses and to be used “I do not like these types of slaves, I do not use women like that some masters do”; there are house slaves that I my or may not allow my friends to have sex with. Tiffani if I do allow friends to have sex with one of my slaves they have to have a one or two day old STD/HIV negative certificate. Most of the time they use rubbers, especially with anal sex. There are never any dry fucks here. When the slave tells them no or no more then that is it. They all know the consequences of disobedience. I hope you never have to see that. My plan for you is for you to be a breeder slave. You are beautiful like Becky and would love to have children with you if you are willing. You do not have to make your decision until after your training. When you get your test results back today stating you are clean I will make love to you with Becky present. I will first have sex with you in your pussy and then in your ass and finally oral. You will sleep with me and Becky in our bed until your training is complete and then you will have your own room. You will then decide whether or not you want to go back to work. I hope you will. Your salary is yours although you will not have many expenses that I will not pay for. If you decide to go back to work I will provide you with transportation. How does this sound Tiffani?”.
Tiffani “Master, that will be fine with me. I do not have HIV or any STD’s, sadly I have not had sex since my husband died. It was never a big thing for me, he liked it but I never had an orgasm like you gave Becky last night. I want one like that”.
Becky “You will have plenty of those from now on. I am sure you are going to fall in love with Ben just like I did and I do love him”
Ben “Lets finish up in here and lets go out for breakfast and then go to the doctor’s office”. Tiffani comes over to Ben and kisses him passionately for a couple of minutes. “I know you will be a good son in law, Becky sure loves you”. Ben relies “I hope you will come to love me as much as Becky”.
Tiffani goes to the bedroom with her clothes and gets dressed. Ben starts talking to Becky.
Ben “I am glad that Tiffani decide to join us. I am a little disappointed in how you did it. That is not how I want my slaves to join me. I want them to come to me willingly on their own accord. Not by being whipped half to death. Not beaten until they bleed, Becky. I hate seeing women treated like that. I let you do that with your mother. I knew that her acceptance of us and our lifestyle was important to you but I prefer you had not done it that why. You are never to beat a woman like that again, do I make myself perfectly clear?”.
Becky “Yes, Master, I am sorry I got carried away. I was just so mad at her for not accepting me and my choices and treating me like a little baby, as usual, and not like a woman”. She starts to cry and Ben comforts her in his strong arms. Tiffani walks in and sees them. “Becky, mmm Mistress Becky, why are you crying?”
Ben “I scalded her for beating you last night. That was not how I treat women and told her to never to do it again with a new slave. I want my slave to come to me willingly on their own accord not being whipped threaten to be homeless. Tiffani, if you had not chosen to be my slave I would have cared for you just like I love and care for your daughter. My preference is that you were willingly my slave”
“Master, it is my choice to be your slave. After seeing for a brief time how you treated Becky, I knew why she trusted you. I do want to be your slave and for you to make love to me. I am not so sure about the anal sex to be truthful” Tiffani states and then drops to her knees and takes Ben’s cock into her hands and gives the head a kiss and then licks and strokes the shaft until he is hard. She jacks him, when he starts to cum she puts the tip in her lips and starts to drink his cum as much and as fast as she can. Some of hit drips on to her clothes, she chokes and a couple of ropes hit her chest. “mmm, that tasted good, Master, long time since I tasted cum. I need to clean up and change”
“So do we” Ben relies Tiffani kisses them both and tells Becky to cheer up she forgives her for the treatment she gave her.
Ben has an impressive wardrobe, the finest suits from all over the world. Ben has traveled the world he has been to Paris, Milan, Rome, Tokyo, Hong Kong, London and many of the Caribbean islands. He has traveled with various slaves, but he desires to travel them now with his future wife and love of his life. He is going to tell that to her on their honeymoon in Hawaii.
They all dress and Ben goes to Tiffani’s room and looks at her closet. She has only the clothes that he bought her for her company training. He tells her that he went through her clothes, they are at the other house she thought she was going to move into, they are not going to work for him. She needs to dress better if she is going to be his slave. Becky comes into the room.
Ben “Becky, we are going to have to take your mother shopping for clothes. There are a couple of designer stores here we can look at what they offer. I think we should go to Atlanta and then to New York and then to Rodeo Drive to the designer shops. What do you think about of a couple days shopping and buying you ladies the finest of outfits? I want you to look like princesses when we are out on the town”.
Becky “I do not think you are going to get any complaints from us”.
Tiffani “I don’t know, Master you already spent too much money on me. I don’t know about Becky, she seems to be in heaven. I have never been able to do that. You do not have to spend money on me for me to be your willing slave”.
Ben “Don’t worry about the money. I have it and want to spend it on two very beautiful ladies. Let me go talk to my travel agent and have her book us a week in New York at the Waldorf Astoria and then a week at the Beverly Willshire Hotel and 3 days in Atlanta. We will take a limo from there to our house.
How does that sound?”
They both say that sounds good.
Ben “OK, I will call my pilot and tell him to have my jet ready to take off tomorrow.”
Becky “You have your own jet airplane?”.
Ben “Yeah, it is a small 10 seat plane for local travel. When I travel overseas I take commercial flights out of Atlanta. I only go first class”.
Becky “Of course, there is no other way to go!”.
They all laugh, the ladies after never done anything in their lives first class. They have always struggled.
The get into Ben’s Expedition and head to the Dr. Reynolds office.
Ben “Good afternoon Doctor!”
Dr. “Hello Ben, Becky and who might this lovely creature be? Becky’s beautiful sister?”.
Tiffani “I am Tiffani, Becky’s mother, Ben’s new slave and soon to be Mother-in-law”.
Ben “Doc, I need for you to give Tiffani an HIV/STD test and run it fast for me.”
Dr. “OK, I can have it back for you in an hour, I will have Amber draw her blood and I will do her test.” Doctor leaves and calls Amber over to draw blood for the test. Amber knocks on the door and enters the room. Upon seeing Ben she kneels before him and says “Master, it is great to see you again, Mistress too.”
Ben “Hi, Amber, this is Tiffani Becky’s mother. She is going to be my new slave if her test come back clean which I am sure they will”.
Amber “Nice to meet you, Tiffani. Master is a wonderful person and great lover. Very tender and compassionate. I love him dearly, although he does not make love to me enough anymore”. Amber draws the blood and puts it on the counter after labeling it.
Ben “Amber come over here, please. Becky is it OK if have sex with Amber quickly?”.
Amber “Please, Please, Please. I need him bad. I am sooooo horny especially since the last time I saw you too.”
Becky “OK, I don’t know about a quickie. But knock your self out” Amber strips in no time flat. She then takes her Master’s pants off and pulls out his cock.
Amber “mmmm, Big Fella, Nice Tattoo, Master, very appropriate” she starts to suck his cock to get him hard.
Ben “UGH, it was Becky’s idea when she got her tattoos done, UGHHHHHHHHH”.
Tiffani “You ask for Becky’s permission to have sex with other women, Master?”
Ben “Outside the house it is her decision whether or not I can have sex with one of my slaves. It is out of respect for her. UGHHHHHHHHH, She is my woman and I love her and respect her.”
Ben is hard now and takes Amber to the examination table and starts to fuck Amber.
Amber “Mistress, will you let me go down on you while, UGHHHHHHHHH, Master pounds my pussy to orgasm?”
Becky “Sure”. She takes off her thong and straddles Amber’s face. Amber is quite good and eating pussy just like she is an expert cocksucker. Both Amber and Becky have multiple orgasms. Doctor comes back into get the blood sample and looks at the three of them go at it.
Doctor “Amber has been needing to get laid for a long time, she was very horny. Tiffani you will have to get use to this scene, it happens a lot in Ben’s life”.
When the doctor comes back with the results and tells Ben that Tiffani is clean gives Tiffani the certificate.
Ben “Thank You”. He then shoots his load into Amber’s awaiting womb.
Becky cleans off her Master’s cock. “Amber, you taste sweet like cherries” Amber tells her where to get the douches and looks at Tiffani “You want to try some?”. “Go ahead, Tiffani she won’t bite” Becky tells her.
Tiffani does and likes the taste of Amber’s pussy. “You are going to be doing that to me a lot, Tiffani” Becky says. Tiffani is licking and sucking on Amber’s pussy going up onside, circling her clit with her tongue and then down the other side. She spreads Amber’s lips and starts to push her tongue deep inside her pussy, slurping and sucking. Tiffani continues to eat Amber’s pussy until she cums into her mouth. “You do taste good Amber!”
They all get their dressed and the doctor comes back in a tells Ben the test was negative.
“That is great.” Ben says looking at Tiffani. She knows when they get back to the house she is going to be servicing Ben.
The leave all giving Amber a kiss on the lips. In the car Ben tells them they are going to the mall to look at what they have at the designer store. The enter the mall and he escorts them to the designer store where they put on a fashion show for Ben. He buys what they like and a couple of outfits he likes. He tells them they have one more stop before heading back to the house. He heads towards the jewelry store that he got Becky’s ring and assorted jewelry for her piercing. They walk up to the store and go in and see Janet, the lady that help them before. Before she could make it over another salesperson came over.
Ben “Is Janet here, She helped me the last time”. “Sure I will get her for you” was the response.
Janet “Good to see you two again how may I help you today?”.
Ben “We need a set of the jewelry that I got Becky here for her friend can you assemble that for me?”.
Janet “Sure can, I will only be a moment”.
Ben “Look around and see if you like anything?”. Ben noticed something the last time but wanted to wait until Becky finished her training before getting it for her.
Ben takes Janet to the side and tells her what he wants to see around Becky’s neck. He sees another necklace that would look great on Tiffani. He asks for both.
Becky’s Necklace is a platinum chain with diamonds, rubies, and emeralds on top that looks like it would plunge down her cleavage. Tiffani’s is a little simpler gold chain with diamonds on it. Ben looks and sees there are matching bracelets for each and asks for them also.
Ben tells his ladies to come over and try on a few things for him. He precedes to put Becky’s necklace and bracelets on her and then Tiffani. Becky starts to scream and cry.
Becky “Ben this is too much, way to much for either of us. Don’t you agree Tiffani?”.
Tiffani “Way too much, we don’t need this”.
Ben “That settles it, We will take it all. I think the ladies will wear the jewelry out. I doubt we will have any luck taking it off of them.”
Becky comes up to and wraps her hands around his shoulders and he leans down and she kisses him open mouth, she sucks his bottom lip as they break away. She say “I love you, you should not have bought this. You are way to sweet and generous”.
Tiffani then approaches Ben and gives him a kiss on his lips full and deep. She whispers in his ear, “You better take your vitamins today, because you are going to have a hard time walking tomorrow”.
Janet rings up all their purchases and tells Ben “It is $115,795.99” He pulls out his card that comes right out his bank account. The manager comes over and offers Ben ruby earrings and diamond earrings for each set and thanks Ben for his business. Janet thinks to herself “I just made about seven thousand in commission on that one sale”.
Janet gives Ben another card in front of her manager, “Give me a call whenever you need anything else!”.
Manger “Let me arrange for security guards to escort you around the mall and to your car, sir”.
He calls his security guard over. He is a large man like Ben, about 6’8 broad shoulders and he looks to be very strong. “Jamal, please escort this gentleman and his lovely ladies around the mall and to there car, you do not need to be in a hurry”.
They leave, Becky remembers the stores name where Amber got the cherry tasting douche. She tells Ben and they head that way. Becky and Tiffani enter the store with Ben and Jamal standing guard. Becky has the card that Ben gave her. They see the product and get several cherry flavored ones, they buy a couple of the other flavors also. The look around the store and pick out a few things and make their purchases at the register. They all leave by escorted by Jamal. The get to the car and Ben opens the door for Becky and then Tiffani. He walks around the car and stops behind it and talks to Jamal.
Ben “Jamal are you employed by the jewelry store or by another security company?”.
Jamal “Another security company, Elite Security, why do you ask?”.
Ben “I am taking the ladies on a shopping spree tomorrow for a couple of weeks in New York, Rodeo Drive and Atlanta, I was wondering if I could request your service as security guard?”.
Jamal “Sure, this is the number” he writes the number on a piece of paper, “I doubt they would mind at the store they will just send another person over”.
Ben “This is 24 by 7 support, what do you get an hour at the jewelry store”
Jamal “$19.00/hr because I have a carry permit” He taps his hip.
Ben “OK, I will call them right now and see if I can arrange it with your company”. Ben calls the company and tells them he wants to hire Jamal for 3 weeks and asks him how much would it be. He says he will be starting tomorrow at 6 am going to New York, Los Angles and Atlanta.” All expenses paid. “Jamal, your company says it is $6,000 per week, I will get you a hotel room in each of the hotels we stay in. All your meals are paid for and I will give you $1000 per week for spending money if you see anything you like while we are shopping. If everything goes successfully, I will pay you $6,000 when we get back to my house. I will send my driver to pick you up at 6 am, what is your home address?” Jamal gives it too him.
Jamal “Thank you sir, you and your girlfriends will be well protected”.
Ben “See you tomorrow, Jamal”.
While Ben and Jamal were talking Tiffani says to Becky “Did you see that bulge in his pants? His crotch looked like it was expanding every time we moved around”
Becky “Yes, I noticed his crotch!”.
Tiffani “I was wondering if he has a huge cock like our Masters?”.
Becky “I doubt it, it seemed to be well above average. I was somewhere with Ben and I saw plenty of black cocks, they were all over 10 inches long and about 3 to 4 inches around. Our Masters cock dwarfs all those cocks”.
Ben gets into the car and both girls giggle. Ben asks “What is going on?”.
Becky “Tiffani was wondering about the size of Jamal’s cock?”
Ben gets out of the car and calls Jamal over, “Do you want to make a quick $100?”. “Sure, what do I have to do?”. Nothing difficult, the girls would like to see you cock” “You don’t have to pay me for that” Jamal and Ben go to the drivers side door and tells Tiffani and Becky to look at this.
Jamal takes his cock out and shows it to both. It looks to be about 11” long and 4” wide and is fully erect. “Nice cock” the girls say. Jamal thanks them and tells them he will see them tomorrow.
Ben gets back in the car. Becky “Is he coming with us on the shopping trip as security guard?”
Ben “Yes.”
Tiffani asks Ben “That was only my second black cock I have ever seen, Is that an anomaly that you two have large cocks? All black men do not have huge black cocks do they?”
Ben “I don’t know about all black guys, but all my friends that I have over for parties all have at least a ten inch cock. I imagine they come in all sizes. Mine is the biggest anybody has ever seen. Even the doctor says I am the largest he has ever seen. He says an extremely large cock would be 13” or 14”. The is 12” long himself, he is a regular at my parties. He does all my HIV/STD testing, anybody that is invited to my party must be tested before having sex with one of my slaves. Whether or not they use a condom”.
Becky “I need to go to the adult bookstore to get something for Tiffani OK?”.
Ben “Let’s go”. They arrive and Becky says she will just run in and get the stuff.
Becky picks out a couple of large dildoes, several butt plugs one of which is identical to the one she is wearing right now. For Ben she gets a couple cock rings that measure 5 1/2” that the store ordered for her specifically. She pays for them and the owner tells Becky “Thank You, Nice to see you again Miss Becky”
Tiffani ask Ben “How can she shop in that store don’t you have to be over eighteen?”.
Ben “Yes you need to be over eighteen but she has been in there a number of times with me and I know the owner”.
Becky gets back in the car and Tiffani asks “Did you get everything?”. “Yes”
The go to the same restaurant that Ben took Becky the first day for lunch.
Becky tells Tiffani that and says the food is really good.
The arrive home and disrobe immediately after getting entering the house. They go to their bedrooms and put away their clothes and take off their jewelry.
Becky has the cock ring in her hand and gives it to Tiffani.
Tiffani sees Ben standing by the bed facing it and gets behind him. She taps him on his shoulder and drops to her knees. She slips the cock ring on the BIG FELLA and starts to suck his cock. She has difficulty getting it down her throat an finally does. Pushing it all the way down her long throat. When he is rock hard Ben feels the cock ring pressing at the base of his cock. Tiffani then pushes Ben on to the bed and straddles him.
Tiffani then lines up Ben’s cock to her pussy and pushes it in slowly stretching her pussy lips apart. She bounces up and down taking more and more into her pussy with every stroke. When she bottoms out at ten inches with the cock hitting her cervix, she begins to thrust up and down faster and faster until he climaxes. It takes him a long time before he can release his seed into her womb. She does not let him penetrate her womb. She makes him hard again and tells him to mount her.
Tiffani “Master, Do not penetrate my womb please. I have thrown out my birth control pills. I am going to get pregnant eventually. I want to get pregnant with you and give you as many babies as you want. I want to be a breeder slave for my Master. I want to fill your house with as many babies as I can possibly produce.”
Ben “I will take you as my breeder slave, Tiffani. This is not my house, it is OUR house. The three of ours”.
Tiffani “Thank You Master, please make love to me”
They have sex until 3 am. Ben wakes a sleeping Becky and tells everybody to get ready and get packed for our trip. They do. Ben gets a couple of tubes of lube for the girls and his pills. Packs his shaving and personal grooming items and puts it all in a bag. He then picks out 8 suits for the trip.
After eating a small meal the car arrives and head out to the regional airport with Jamal in the car. The arrive at the airport in front of Ben’s jet. The driver and Jamal load the suitcases into the luggage compartment. The ladies follow Ben into the plane and they walk around inside. The ask what is in the back and Ben shows them a bedroom with a large bed. Tiffani say “We are going to make use of this!” Ben and Becky smile at that. Ben shows them the bar area and the galley then he introduces them to the stewardess. “Sheila, I would like to introduce you to my fiance Becky and her mother Tiffani”. Sheila responds “Nice to meet you two, and congratulations on your upcoming wedding”. Ben introduces them to the pilots.
The are all seated and Jamal enters the plane. “All the luggage is stored underneath the plane, sir. Anything else you need me to do?”.
Ben “No thank you, Jamal”. “Sheila, the the captain we are ready to take off”. The captain tells Ben that they should be at Teterboro Airport in approximately two and a half hours. Sheila asks what do they want to drink. Ben tells her champagne for all.
Jamal “Not for me sir, I am on duty. I do not drink on duty sir. I will have a diet soda”
Ben “Sorry about that, Jamal”. He thinks to himself he passes the alcohol test. Trip to LA he will test his discretion while he has Becky give him a blowjob in front of him. Half hour out from the airport the captain tells Ben that they are on final approach to the Teterboro and that the limo is waiting for them.
Ben “Very good, Captain”. “Sheila, Where is the crew staying?”. She hand him the information on the location and all their cell phone numbers. Ben reminds himself to keep her number. She is a very attractive red headed lady about 6′ with green eyes and what appear to be at least “D” cup breast.
The plane arrives at the airport, the luggage is loaded into the back of the huge Hummer limousine. It is black with dark tented windows. Ben has rented it all week. They drive to the Waldorf Astoria hotel and the bell boy takes their luggage. Ben gets out of the limousine and holds his hand out for each of his ladies. They walk into the hotel like they own the place. They go to the front desk and the manager welcomes them.
Manager “Welcome back to the Waldorf Astoria, Mr. Barnes. I have your usual penthouse suite ready for you and your guest and a suite for your bodyguard.”
Ben “Thank you, will you make sure my bodyguard Jamal has unfettered access my suite level?”. “Yes, sir!”. “My limousine also needs to park in your garage when we are not using it”. “Of course, sir” “We will be shopping at all the finest designer dress stores in town. And of course a few men store as well. Can you send me a list upstairs and arrange for a private showing at two of them per day starting tomorrow. I want to go to the best one today and then to Harry Winston and Tiffani’s after”. “Very good sir I will make the arrangements personally and make sure they know you are a very special guest here at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel”
They go up and unpack, shower together and fool around a little until the phone rings. Ben answers it “Sir, I have arranged for you to have a private showing at the finest designer dress store for today. I am working on the rest of the week. Your appointment is in two hours and it should last about three hours. They said anything that you see can be delivered to your residence at no additional cost. I have given them your address for reference sir. I have also informed Tiffani’s and Harry Winston that you will be arriving today.” “Thank you very much” Ben replies.
We have an appointment in two hours, how about some oral sex before. Tiffani runs over to Ben and literally tackles him unto the bed. She dives onto his cock and starts going to town.
Ben “Damn, Becky I was wondering if she would get use to our lifestyle a couple of days ago, come over here and sit on my face and let me eat that sweet pussy of yours”
Becky “Let me phone Jamal and tell them to meet us at the limo in 90 minutes” She does and then straddles Ben’s face he makes her climax 4 times before he cums down Tiffani’s throat. He then tells Tiffani “Turn around is fair play” she get on the bed and he sucks her pussy until she climaxes.
Ben “mmmm, I love sweet tasting pussy.”
Tiffani “Yeah, you like pounding pussy too. We will have to wait for that”
They get cleaned up and dressed again and head to the front and get into the limo for the ride to the first of three destinations. They arrive about 10 minutes early and are shown to their private. They sit down and the manager hands each of them a piece paper with a list of numbers beside the name of the designer the style of dress. “Please put your dress size on the top of the page and circle the ones you like and I will do the rest” he says. The manager is a little mousey man probably French according to Ben. The models come out one by one with all the dresses that are on the sheets of paper. The ladies circle the ones they like. Ben states “Circle all the ones you like, there are no prices associated with any of them so do not worry” The manager serves them the finest wine as they procession of models seems endless. They circle the ones they like. Ben tells the manager “Can you line these dresses up for us so we can look at them again”. “Yes sir, one moment please” After about 15 minutes they are shown the dresses and he point out who picked out which one. Several of the designs are picked by both women and and a couple are only picked by Ben. Those are the really sexy ones. They cross off a few of them after seeing them for the second time. Ben then hands the lists to the manager. With his list he tells the manager he wants the dresses in both sizes, Tiffani’s list he wants in her size and a maternity size. He has bought over 40 dresses for the ladies. The manger hands Ben the price quote and he gives him his bank card. Girls ask how much it was. His reply was simple “a couple thousand”. It was a lot of money.
He signs the receipt and tells the manager to ship to his home address. The manager confirms the address in Alabama. Manager gives Ben his card and tells the ladies he can get any dress they see in any magazine. “Feel free to call on me anytime, Sir and thank you for your business” the manager states. After they leave he calls the manager of the Waldorf Astoria and tells him he is sending over a grand for him. He then calls to have three gift baskets sent over to the Waldorf Astoria for Ben and the ladies. His commission is $10,000 on the sale so the dresses.
In the limousine Becky asks Ben a question “Do you think those models are prettier then me?”.
Ben “Are you kidding, You are much prettier than any of those models and far more sexy”
Tiffani smiles and Becky says “Good Answer! Ben”.
The then arrive at Tiffani’s Jewelry Store. Although they both have heard of the store they never thought they would fine themselves shopping in the store. They look around see a long of nice expensive looking pieces and Ben watches them as they look after they have circled the store. Ben asks “Did you find anything you like ladies?”. They say yes but it is too much they do not need the jewelry.
Hah is Ben’s reply. He goes around the store and picks out what they liked and he likes. They each try the jewels on and Ben likes how they look on them.
Becky I think I am going to get our wedding bands here. Pick a nice one out for me. A person measures his fingers. He looks at rings for himself and pick three out. Becky shows him what she likes it is simple but elegant. She asks “Can the inside be inscribed with something?” “Yes, ma’am”
Becky tells the salesperson to inscribe it with “With all my heart, Big Fella”. Becky and Tiffani giggle at that. Ben tells the salesperson to inscribe hers with “With all my heart, My Darling Angel. He then looks at the salesperson and she produces a necklace with an angel covered with large diamonds and Ben puts it around Becky’s neck, “I had this especially made for you sweetheart, I love you with all my heart” the ladies working at the store start to cry. They leave the store with their purchases except for the wedding bands that will be shipped to their house.
They then go to Harry Winston jewelry store. The ladies pick out a few more items and see a couple of nice rings for Ben. The get them and head to dinner at the Palm Restaurant. The manager made reservations for them at 8. They are a half hour early they sit and have drinks. The ladies turn all the heads in the restaurant. They are decked out with jewels and nice dresses that show their figures. While they have their drinks they discuss what they are going to do the next couple of nights in NYC. They decide to go to see a play and of course every lady wants to go to the top of the empire state building with their man. Most of the time they want to spend at the hotel and do what they do best. FUCK LIKE RABBITS. The eat their fine meal, Jamal stands guard by the bar. He refuses to eat while he is on duty he will pick something at the hotel. They eat their really good meal. And see several celebrities the know from television, a couple of football stars and a well know doctor from ER is there.
The go back to the hotel and say goodnight to Jamal telling him his is free for the night. They go to the penthouse suite and the girls go out on the balcony and admire the scene. They return and see three gift baskets from the dress shop. “That was nice of the shop” Becky states taking inventory of the sweets. The disrobe and Tiffani asks Ben “Do you think you can fuck my pussy ten times before we have to leave in the morning?”. “I don’t know but I am willing to try. You need this!” He produces a ball gag for her mouth. “That goes in your mouth to gag you, we can’t have you waking up all of New York City can we?”. Becky laughs “You are quite vocal in your love making, Tiffani” “Master is excellent at making love and pounding my pussy and ass”
Tiffani takes the pad out of the desk and writes Faster, HARDER, NOT SO DEEP, JACKHAMMER on four different sheets. Becky and Tiffani strip. Ben has taken his pills and 2 little blue pills and is rock hard, he tells Tiffani to get in the doggie position and she does. He sucks her pussy from behind until she is well lubricated. He then slides his cock into her until he hits her cervix. Tiffani reminds him not to enter her womb. And Ben start to pound slower then faster. Ben sees the harder note and then complies, sees the not so deep and eases back, then the faster sign. He then cums. He is still rock hard and will be for a long time. Tiffani uses her pussy muscles to milk his cock. He fucks her again knowing he can only put 11” inside of her and jackhammers her while she squeezes her muscles around his cock. He only last 20 minutes. He does it again and last fifteen minutes. “three down” Ben proclaims. He continues to pound her, Becky watches and sees Tiffani pussy being stretched wishing it was her pussy getting pounded. He continues his assault on her pussy and he cums 6 more times in four hours, he tells Tiffani to ride him to the last one and she does. She watches Ben’s “BIG FELLA” push her pussy to the limits as she rides him. The last one last 45 minutes until they climax together. Becky counted 25 climaxes for Tiffani and tells her before she passes out. Becky clean her “Master’s Cock” and gets him hard for one last time. She gets on top and pushes all 16” into her womb and tells Ben “I love you Ben, I think Tiffani would say she loves you too if she was not passed out”. They kiss and make out for a few minutes and then go to sleep. They awake the next morning, Ben is hard and Becky rides him until he climaxes in her womb. “I love waking up to a beautiful woman on my BIG FELLA” Ben states.
Becky “Did you like that as an inscription on the wedding band?”.
Ben “Nobody will know the true meaning of that unless they see my tattoo!”
Becky “You will have to be a slave or slave-in-training to see that right!”
Ben “Yes ma’am!”
Becky gets off Ben’s cock and then goes to the bathroom. Ben is laying on his back and feels something around his cock. It is Tiffani’s mouth sucking the life back into “BIG FELLA” after about 5 minutes of sucking “BIG FELLA” is ready to be ridden again. This time Tiffani gives Ben his morning blowjob.
After climaxing he says there is nothing like climaxing twice in the morning.
Becky “Let’s order room service and take a bath in that huge tub”. She picks out what she wants and gets the tub ready. They order room service and tell them to have it ready in an hour. They go soak in the tub washing and caressing each other.
Becky asks Tiffani “Are you happy with your decision on becoming a slave?”.
Tiffani “Yes, Mistress, Master is one hell of a fuck. I hope we don’t ware him out.”
After breakfast they review the itinerary that the manager left them with dinner reservations at the best restaurants in town. “Tiffani, I think we can squeeze your anal training in on Thursday night if that is OK with you”. Ben asks
Tiffani “Master, I will have sex with you anytime, anywhere, and any hole you want. Yes Thursday is fine. I want you to fuck my ass a couple times before then to loosen it up a little. Please, Master”.
Ben “Only if you beg me too, Slave!”. Tiffani runs up and kneels in front of him and begs “Please fuck you slaves ass, Master, please!
Ben rock hard now pulls her over to the couch and starts to ream her ass out. Becky get the large butt plug for Tiffani, “I want her walking around today with my cum in her bowels”. They both giggle at that, after he cums he inserts the plug in her and her anus shrinks around the base keeping everything inside.
Tiffani asks “I wonder if they have a plug for your pussy to keep the sperm in your vagina so that you can become pregnant.
Ben says lets get ready to go. The rest of the week goes as planned shopping, fine dinner and then back to the suite for a couple of hours of fucking. On Thursday they go shopping for Ben’s suits. There is a a very pretty petite girl there and Becky asks her to take Ben’s measurement so that she could have them. They go back to the dressing room and she gets on a step stool and takes his measurements for shirt size, coat size. Now she moves to his pants, waist, length on the outside of the leg. Becky tells her she needs the inseam as well both sides. The girl is naive and does it. She goes up the side the Big Fella is not on and then the other side.
The girl jumps and then says “What do we have here?”. Before anybody can say anything she unzips Ben’s pants and releases the monster. “Holy crap, that is the biggest cock I have ever seen, bigger than those porn stars.” she jumps up with Ben’s cock still in her hand and goes to the curtain. “Missy, Rebecca, Michelle I need your help back here for a minute. She pulls Ben back and covers his cock with her body so they don’t see it right away. They come in and say “What do you need help with?”. She moves away and they all they all curse and tell Ben that is the biggest cock they have ever seen and begin to kiss it, stroke it, and lick it.
Ben tells them that Becky and the other lady out front are his slaves and that he has sex with them every night and sometimes all day. All four say they want to be his slave. He tells them he is not taking on any more slaves but if they give him their numbers he will call them if he has an opening. The all write down their phone numbers, addresses, the even put down there measurements.
Becky says “If you can get a clean HIV/STD test by tomorrow, I am sure he would be more than willing to fuck your brains in for you, we are staying at the Waldorf Astoria if you get it”. We will one girl knows where you can get it done in a New York minute. They all run out the door and yelling to the manager that they are going on break. “Damn, those girls can run. They must really want a piece of my Master, Lover and Fiance” Becky declares. The go back to shopping Ben gets 10 suits and he gets one suit for the manager at the Waldorf Astoria. He has Jamal try on suits, he says they are nice. He talks to the manager of the store and tells him to hold the suits Jamal likes until the middle of next week. He might call him and have them shipped to his home. He pays the manager and by the time the group is ready to leave the four girls come back through the door. They hand Becky the certificates that states they are clean and free of diseases.
Ben ask one of them “How did you get them so fast here in the city?”. “Had to pay the guy $1000.00 to put a rush on it. It was worth it if we get to ride BIG FELLA” the girl states.
Ben “OK, see you tomorrow at 9 pm.”.
They take the suits and put them in the waiting limousine. Tiffani asks “What was that all about?”.
Becky tells her about the one girl taking Ben’s inseam and running the tape measure across his cock. The girl got so excited she pulled down Ben’s zipper and unleashed his cock and then called her coworkers and they all but worshiped his cock. I told them if they could get a clean test done by tomorrow evening that they could have sex with Ben. I did not expect them to run out and leave work and I didn’t think they would be back. Will we see them tomorrow night. Jamal cannot believe Ben’s sexual prowess.
The go to dinner and head back to the hotel. It is Tiffani’s night for her anal training. She goes to the bathroom takes out her butt plug lubricates her self and then brings Ben his pills and two little blue
magic pills. Tiffany lays on the bed with a pillow under her belly propping her as in the air, Becky lubes Ben’s rock hard erection whips off the excess on a towel and then spreads Tiffani’s ass cheeks. Tiffani has a large butt, not bubble but close. He pushes all 16” in her ass with a load moan. Tiffani tells Ben not to stop until he ejaculates ten times. Tiffani puts a towel in her mouth to muffle her screams.
She is getting pounded hard like a jackhammer. Tiffani stops screaming into the towel after Ben has climaxed 4 times. She takes the towel out of her mouth and softly says “Please, Master don’t stop fucking my ass until you cannot cum or get it up. I love that BIG FELLA in my ass. Please !”. Tiffani starts to have multiple orgasms one right after another, when she came down from one another would start. It takes Ben five hours to come six more times.
Tiffani says “Are you still hard, Master”,”yyyeeess”, “Keep fucking me until you cannot get it up anymore”. At this point Becky is asleep on the couch. They fuck until the morning. Becky wakes up and goes into the bedroom and sees they are still fucking. Ben climaxes and then falls out of Tiffani Becky quickly gets her butt plug and inserts it and Tiffani groans. She lets them sleep until 1 pm, she calls down and tells the manager to cancel their appointments for today. She calls Jamal and tells him he has the day off. She hears noise in the background and she know there is a woman in his room. She then calls and request clean sheets. She takes them from the maid and tells her she will change the sheet there are naked people in the bedroom. She had ordered room service and it is delivered at the same time. She eats her meal and looks over to see if the two alright. She then goes into the bathroom and gets into the tub.
At 1, Ben and Tiffani awake. Tiffani says “That was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life, we should do that again!”. Ben and Becky both say “DAMN”. Becky changes the sheets and the get cleaned up and go down to the restaurant in the Waldorf Astoria for a early dinner at three. They then go back upstairs and rest for the rest of the day. Ben calls down and tells the front desk that four girls are coming over and to send them straight up.
Right at nine that night all four girls are knocking on the door. Becky opens the door and lets them in. They see that Tiffani is naked and Becky takes off her robe. They take off there clothes and go to Ben, Becky hands him his pills and 3 little blue pills. He is rock hard from Michelle sucking on his cock. Becky tells the girls that they have to breathe through nose, when the head hits the back of their mouths to swallow until his head pops down their throats. He cums down all four of their throats watching their throats bulging out as it passes up and down in their throats. Ben love that sight. He then tells them to get on all fours and he eats each pussy before pounding them with all he has jackhammer fucking each of them. Each one climaxes at least 4 times each. He then gets the anal lube and puts it on the first one, and on his cock. He does their asses just like he did their pussies. When he thinks he is done. They all ask for more. He fucks each one in their pussy and ass one more time before he is fucked out and falls on the bed. It is 10 in the morning on Saturday. They sleep till 2 and they all take turns in the shower. The girls come to the living room and the all fall to their knees and ask Ben to be their master and for Becky to be their Mistress.
Ben looks at Becky and she says it is alright with her. Ben asks the girls “What about your family and your apartments? They all agreed that Hanna should talk for them. “Fuck our apartments, job and the our families. We know we want to be your slaves-in-training. We will call our families and tell them we all moved to Alabama for a great job opportunity. We will call the store from the your house and tell the manager he can take his job and shove it. We have money enough to buy more clothes down there. We can get a job and buy more. We don’t think we need a whole lot of clothes to wear in the house.”
Ben “OK, you are now my slaves-in-training”.
Lets get downstairs and head to the airport. They call downstairs and have the bell boy get their luggage and call the limousine driver to pull the car around front. They call Jamal and tell him they are leaving in 30 minutes.
They all go downstairs and Ben signs the bill for the two rooms and tells the manager he left something hanging in the room for him. They all pile into the limousine and while the luggage is put in the trunk. They then notice that Jamal is coming to the car with a woman he opens the door and they see it is Sheila and they all smile.
Ben “Seems you two had a fun week together!”. Yes we did is the response
They arrive at the airport and Ben and the women enter the plane. Jamal and the driver load the luggage into the compartment and Ben gives Jamal an envelop to give the driver. Jamal boards the plane and the plane starts to taxi to take off in the air the captain tells Ben that they will arrive in LA in five hours. Ben then takes Becky and Tiffani to the bedroom to sleep. He falls asleep when his head hits the pillow.
Ben awakes when the plane has landed. They get off and get into the limousine that is waiting for them. They drive to the hotel and they go to the suite and they all go to sleep in the same bed. All naked and caressing each other. The next day they start their clothes shopping. Ben buys clothes for his new slaves-in-training. That night Becky goes over the rules. And the girls go into the bathroom to shave their pussies. The all have sex with each other. The continue this for three days until Tiffani gets a call from her sister Renee she talks on the phone and she takes Ben aside and they talk and she tells Renee to take them to O’Hare airport and wait for the tickets. They will have a driver waiting for them in Birmingham airport. Ben calls his travel agent and books 4 first class tickets from O’Hare to Birmingham airport in Renee’s name. He hands Tiffani the phone and she takes down the specifics and then passes the information to Renee.
Tiffani goes into the room and tells Becky that Renee is in some kind of trouble and that she needs us to look after her daughters for three months. She has to go somewhere to work a debt of something off and cannot watch the kids because she needs to be on call 24×7 for the whole time. That Rachel has a letter and will explain everything. Ben is on the phone with his pilot and tells him to get the airplane ready for immediate take off. The hurry and get all the stuff packed, call Jamal and leave for the airport.
They arrive home and the 4 girls are there in the living room …..
More to come in Chapter 4

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Teacher, Teacher chapter 10

Dawn read her instructions and quickly completed her tasks and went to bed. She was glad not to have to go to school. She didn’t consider herself a teacher any longer. “I am a slave, I obey my mistress, I love cum, I need to fuck, I am a slave…” Dawn kept repeating over and over in her mind.

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Teacher’s Confused Mind – complete

Beth Martin: 25 year old high school history teacher, working in a suburban school outside a major mid-west metropolitan city. She went to a major west coast university. Beth and two of her sorority sisters have been asked to be brides’ maids for her good friend Mary Stuart.

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Aratheon: Wicked Witch of the Woods

Hey all! This is my first Aratheon story. There will be more. It contains a witch with a dick and a traveler with a butt. You can do the math. Haha. It’s a Halloween Special! So enjoy it! Also leave a review and comment below if you liked it or if you didn’t leave some feedback on how I can improve.

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black chapter 2(full chapter)

All four of them appear in an alley not far from #4. The small party makes their way to the Dursleys household. Quickly, they enter through the kitchen door. Harry enters first and immediately assaulted by his uncle.
“BOY WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN BACK HOURS AGO DAMN IT! I WANT THE LAWN MOWED BEFORE YOU GET ANY SUPPER.”
Vernon’s about to continue when there’s a pair of pop’s next to him, he turns to find himself looking down the end of a pair of wands being held by two gorgeous women, one blonde, the other raven haired.
Just as the sisters are opening their mouths, Harry says, “Don’t cast anything on them.”
Both of them have rage clearly etched on their faces as they slowly lower their wands and Bellatrix snarls, “You pathetic Muggle, you should thank Harry because if we’d had our way, you’d be a toad right now.”
Just as Vernon’s setting himself to start up again, Dumbledore walks through the door. “Ah, I see you’ve met Harry’s new protectors. Allow me to introduce you, the blonde is Narcissa Malfoy and the other lady is Bellatrix Lestrange.”
At this point, Narcissa speaks up, “Actually Albus, it’s Black now. Bellatrix and I talked earlier, as soon as it can be arranged, I’m going to divorce Lucius and she plans to be rid of that idiot who calls himself her husband.”
“I’ll arrange the paperwork immediately if you would like.”
“I would appreciate it.”
Albus then directs his attention back to the rather large man standing in front of Harry. “In case you haven’t ascertained as much already, I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Harry’s school.”
Vernon’s face goes pale, “BOY WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING THESE FREAKS? WE’VE BEEN TREATING YOU BETTER THEN YOU PROBABLY DESERVE. WE_”
During Vernon’s triad Albus’ face grew very grim, finally having heard enough, the headmaster cast a Silencing Charm on the fat man. “Tell me Harry, how long has your uncle been like this?”
“With the freak thing Albus?”
“Yes, let us start with that, although I suspect that there’s more that needs to be discussed.”
“They’ve been pushing the title of `freak’ on me for as long as I can remember.”
His eyes aflame with rage, Albus turns towards the Dursleys, “I was well aware that Harry was less then welcome in this house, but for you to treat him in this manner is entirely reprehensible. I’m glad that the two ladies will be staying here to keep an eye on things, but rest assured, I will be watching.” There’s a soft pop and the ancient wizard is gone.
Vernon once more opens his mouth, but finds himself still unable to speak.
Harry addresses himself to the sisters, “Ladies, do either of you know a good Enlargement Charm?”
Before either of them can respond, Harry feels a hand come to rest on his shoulder and the sisters have their wands out, “Expelliarmus” and “Stupefy” fly over his shoulder and there’s a larger crash behind him. He looks behind him to see his uncle lying in a heap against the wall, he hears a pop and suddenly Bellatrix is standing over him, “Avada-”
“STOP,” Harry voice seems to reverberate with power.
Bellatrix freezes mid-incantation.
“You will not kill my uncle, is that clear?
Bellatrix seems to shrink in on herself as she meekly nods her head.
Harry takes a deep breath to calm himself, “Bellatrix, do you know the spells needed to enlarge a room?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper, “Yes master.”
Harry walks over to her and gently tilts her head up, “Bellatrix, would you please go up and enlarge my room enough that the three of us can live there.”
Bellatrix nods her head again before walking to the door of the kitchen. Harry then turns to Narcissa, “Now, why did you two attack him?”
Narcissa looks down at her feet, “I apologize master, but he had his hand raised and was preparing to strike you. We merely wished to protect you.”
Harry nods his head, “Very well, you’re forgiven, but do try and be less_ enthusiastic when subduing my relatives please.”
Narcissa looks up at Harry and her face lights up like a Christmas tree, “Thank you master. We’ll be more careful in the future.”
“Alright, would you mind waking my uncle up?”
Narcissa contemptuously casts the spell to awaken Vernon.
Vernon sits up with a gasp; he opens his mouth and then scowls at Harry.
“As you can see uncle, my protectors are more than capable of dealing with you. Now, if you promise to behave in a civil manner I’ll have Narcissa here restore your ability to speak.”
Glaring at Harry for a moment longer, Vernon nods.
“Narcissa, cancel the Silencing charm on him please. If he becomes aggressive though, you’re free to do anything you wish to him, barring lethal force and the Unforgivables.”
Narcissa says, “Listen up you damn muggle, I may not be able to use the Cruciatus on you, but there are many other ways to cause you pain.” With that she cancels out the spell striping the fat man of his voice.
Vernon clears his throat but Narcissa interrupts him before he can speak, “Consider your next words very carefully muggle; if you offend my master at this point, I might well turn you into a rabbit and make hasenpfeffer for dinner.”
Vernon’s face is white as a ghost as comprehension breaks through his bigoted head. “Boy, I hope you will continue to get your chores done.”
Harry’s smile is positively evil, “It shouldn’t be a problem Uncle Vernon, now that the ladies are here and can help me out by using magic.”
Vernon’s world suddenly starts to spin at his nephew’s words just seconds before he passes out.
Narcissa looks at Harry with pride written all over her face, “And you call me cruel, master?”
Harry grins in response, “Would you please take my uncle up to his room and get back down here quickly?”
“Of course master,” Narcissa says before casting Mobilicorpus on Vernon and directing him out of the kitchen.
Harry heaves a deep sigh and is just about to sit down when he hears is aunt shriek from the living room. His wand is in hand as he sprints to the aide of his aunt. When he arrives, Harry almost breaks out laughing as he sees what set Petunia off.
At the bottom of the staircase is Bellatrix, holding his aunt at wand-point, with Dudley staring at her stupidly. Unfortunately, Bellatrix seems to have left her robe in his room.
“Bellatrix, what’s going on here?”
The ex-Death Eater swallows nervously, “My apologies master. I’d completed the assignment you’d given me and was coming to see what you wished me to do next, when this female,” she indicates Petunia, “starts verbally assaulting me about my attire.”
“Speaking of which, I thought I told you to put on robes?”
Bellatrix looks down sheepishly, “Yes you did, but I thought it was just so that the fat bastard wouldn’t have a heart attack. Well, I say Cassia transporting him to his bed so I thought you’d enjoy it?”
Harry holsters his wand and then reaches under his glasses to massage his eyes for a second.
“Ok, Aunt Petunia, in case you didn’t know, this is Bellatrix. Bellatrix, this is my aunt. Now Bellatrix, whenever you leave my room, I want you to wear something more concealing, at least for the moment, understood?”
Bellatrix timidly nods her head.
Without warning, Harry thunders, “Is that understood?”
Her voice barely above a whisper, Bellatrix says, “Y-y-yes master.”
Harry nods his head, confused at his own actions, “Now Aunt Petunia, I would appreciate it if you would not attack my_” Harry has to consciously repress the urge to use the word `property’, “guardians. Next time I might not be around to curtail their reactions.”
Petunia Dursley is looking at her nephew in utter shock at his verbal explosion and thus she can only nod her agreement.
“Very well, now Bellatrix, please go get something more appropriate on would you. Also make sure Narcissa doesn’t make the same mistake as you did.”
The raven haired woman quickly disappears up the stairs, barely making a sound.
Now, what do I do with my relatives? Harry thinks. He suddenly has an image in his mind of Petunia, bent over raising her skirt to show a shaven_ Stop it right fucking there! Harry blushes at his accidental wordplay.
“Aunt Petunia, would you please see to dinner. I need to speak with my guardians concerning their behavior while in this house.”
Petunia contemplates for a moment, before Harry continues, “Unless of course you want them roaming through the house in the maids’ uniform all the time, maybe even when you have company.”
The female Dursley blanches at the implications and says, “Supper shall be ready in an hour. If you aren’t there then you don’t eat.”
After momentarily considering threatening her, Harry shrugs his shoulders and walks upstairs. Walking to his room, Harry finds that the locks have been removed.
Harry opens the door and surveys the room; the interior space has been almost quadrupled and two efficiency cots have materialized. Harry suddenly casts eyes on spectacle in the middle of the room; Bellatrix is standing in the middle of the room, naked, on her toes with her arms shackled to the ceiling. Harry just stands in the doorway for a moment as all the blood rushes from his head to another part of his anatomy.
Narcissa looks at the door from her position, kneeling in front of Bellatrix.
“Ah, master, I was just finishing preparing my sister for you.”
Harry steps into the room and closes the door, “What the hell is going on here?”
Narcissa stands up as Harry comes closer.
“Prepare her for what?”
The pretty blonde’s face lights up as she says, “My dear sister disobeyed and angered you master, now she must be punished.”
“Punished how?”
“Well, that’s really up to you master, but we were thinking that since you can’t use magic to put her in her place, a simple hiding would do the job.”
Harry’s jaw falls open, “Say what?”
Narcissa walks over to Harry and holds out a leather strap about three feet long and a half an inch wide. “We were thinking that you would wish to use this on her. It’s a replica of the one our father would use to discipline us when we were children.” At Harry glance she says, “It’s illegal to use Dark Arts on children. Not even the patriarch of the most noble and ancient house of Black would risk bringing down the wrath of the Wizarding world for blatant abuse of a child.”
Out of no where, Harry’s overcome with rage; he quickly grabs the strap, takes a step forward and brings it down with all his might.
There’s a sharp crack as Bellatrix shrieks. Narcissa smirks for a moment as she leans against the wall, glad that she’d already cast the needed Silencing Charms. Her smirk quickly disappears as she contemplates her turn in the chains.
Still almost blind with rage, Harry brings the strap down on Bellatrix’s back again; leaving a bright red welt.
As Harry raises his arm again, he says, “Listen up you stupid cunt. You can wear that slutty outfit in here, but if you ever fucking wear it in public without my permission I’ll whip you black and blue.” With that Harry brings the strap down a third time, leaving three bright marks on the back of the former Death Eater.
Harry drops the strap as he steps in front of Bellatrix. He glances at Narcissa as he undoes his trousers and lowers both them and his pants to his knees.
With a casual wave of her wand, Narcissa releases Bellatrix, who instantly falls to her knees, panting.
Harry reaches out and grabs two handfuls of raven hair. He pulls Bellatrix’s face to his crotch and presses his engorged cock to her lips.
She opens her mouth and lets her master enter her warm mouth. When her master hits the back of her throat, Bellatrix relaxes her throat and allows her master to keep going, until her nose is pressed against his crotch.
When Harry’s all the way in Bellatrix’s mouth he simply holds her head still and relishes in the pleasure of being deep throated. He suddenly feels a strange sensation as Bellatrix starts to hum deep in her throat and when she brings a hand up to gently massage his sack Harry looses it.
Harry almost pulls Bellatrix’s hair out by the roots as he shoots his load down her throat.
After Harry releases her head, Bellatrix drops her head down and places a kiss on each of his feet, “Thank you for disciplining me master and for allowing me to bring you pleasure.”
The shock of those words combined with the physical exhaustion is too much for the young man with messy black hair, and he falls to the ground, passed out.
Harry awakens a few moments later to find himself being gently lowered to the ground by Narcissa, “What the hell just happened?”
Narcissa helps Harry stand up while the still kneeling Bellatrix redoes his trousers.
“You just disciplined my sister master, I’m at a quandary as to whether or not I look forward to my turn.”
Harry’s head spins again for a moment before he fully returns to his senses. His stomach churns as he recalls his actions against Bellatrix.
Sensing his distress, Bellatrix speaks up, “Master I meant it when I thanked you. I did disobey you and your punishment was very light when compared to my old masters.”
Harry leans into Narcissa before he says, “Do either of you know when Dumbledore is supposed to arrive?”
When both ladies indicate a negative response, Harry says, “Narcissa, would you please pop over to Hogwarts and talk to the headmaster, it’s critical I speak to him at once.” As he sees Bellatrix’s disappointed face he says, “What’s wrong Trixie?”
Bellatrix’s eyes flash for a moment before returning to the more docile expression, “I’m just sorry that you keep choosing my sister for the vital tasks.”
“Trixie, need I remind you that you are still a wanted fugitive?”
Sheepish doesn’t even come close to describing the look on Bellatrix’s face, “You are correct master, as it should be, I had completely forgotten about that. Thank you for reminding me.”
Harry smiles, “Well Trixie, do you know anything about cooking?”
“Just a bit master, we’d normally just have a house elf do it, but I could in a pinch.”
“Well, would you please get properly dressed and see about making food for us and my,” at this point Harry’s face bends into a contempt filled sneer, “relatives?”
Bellatrix jumps to her feet with a joyful look on her face, “I’ll get on it at once master.”
Both of the sisters quickly don their robes, after quickly altering them to display the chocker on their necks and leave the room.
Harry sits down on his bed, fully intent on thinking over the events of the past twelve hours.
However, he’s barely been seated on the bed when he senses a magical discharge in the kitchen,
Harry’s wand is instantly in his hand and as he stands, he suddenly finds himself in the kitchen.
In the doorway is a female of average height with bubblegum hair holding a wand currently pointed at the former Death Eater standing by the stove with her wand in hand.
Both of the women’s mouths are open, ready to cast spells when Harry bellows, “EVERYONE FREEZE!”
They both instantly stop as they’re attention is drawn to the young man in the room, “Now, please put your wands away ladies.”
Tonks speaks up first, “But Harry, she’s a Death Eater.”
Harry sighs, “Tonks please take note of a few things. First, she’s not attacking me; second, I’m standing the same room as her and I’m not attacking her either. Now, what does this tell you?”
Tonks looks at Harry for a second, completely taken aback by his attitude. “Ok Harry, I’ll bite. What should it tell me?”
“It should tell you that she’s not a danger to me. I don’t know if either Albus or Mad-eye told you, but I can throw off the Imperious so you can trust me.”
Tonks is just about to speak when an elderly gentleman appears behind her and places a hand on her shoulder, “Please lower your wand Nymphadora.”
Tonks turns her head and glares at Dumbledore, but holsters her wand and Bellatrix puts her wand away at Harry’s nod.
Dumbledore says, “Miss Tonks, if you would like, you may stay and keep an eye on Miss Black.”
Tonks gives Dumbledore a strange look, “Thanks, I think I will.” With that Tonks strolls over to the kitchen table and takes a seat.
Dumbledore enters the kitchen followed by Narcissa, “Is there someplace we can talk Harry?”
“Perhaps my room sir?”
“Very well, please lead the way. Oh, and Miss Tonks, I trust that you’ll hold your tongue until I return.”
Tonks nods her head grumpily.
The two males quietly walk to Harry’s room, and Dumbledore doesn’t even arch an eyebrow at the chains hanging from the ceiling.
With two waves of his wand, Albus produces two comfy chairs that are facing each other and takes a seat. “Now, what is so critical, you felt the need to have Miss Black summon me immediately?”
Harry sits down and takes a moment to collect his thought, “Prof_ Albus, what, exactly, are the side effects of the spell I used on the sisters?”
The twinkle in the old man’s eyes decreases slightly, “Well, as I believe I said, the sisters are now mentally linked to you. This of course gives them the inside track on your needs, wishes, and desires. I suspect however that you have more pressing concerns.”
Harry takes a deep breath as he stands back up. He starts to pace as he says, “Can the link be used the other way, such as my being able to gleam knowledge from them or be affected by what they’re thinking or feeling?”
Tentatively, Albus says, “I suppose so, why?”
“Because, since that spell was cast, I’ve lost control of my anger twice and I also believe I Apparated when Tonks and Bellatrix were getting ready to go at it in the kitchen.”
“Hmm_ Perhaps it would be better if you started at the beginning.”
With a deep sigh, Harry sits down and tells Dumbledore the events of the day, when he’s finished he says, “I know I’m panicking easily Albus, but with everything that’s happened, I don’t even know what to think.”
“I don’t consider it panicking Harry. I’m just glad that you still trust me enough to come to me when you’re in need of information.”
Harry grins, “Who else could I turn to? You’re the most powerful wizard on our side so if I want the information, I really have no other choice.”
“Regardless, I still value your trust. I’m not quite sure how much of this can be attributed to the spell and how much is simply you being a young male of not inconsiderable power.”
“How so Albus?”
“Well, you see Harry, the Apparation could only have come from the ladies, unless Tom passed it on to you, but the pouring of magical energy into your voice is something that you could easily do on your own if you were properly provoked.”
“So, do you have any advice?”
“Yes, sit back and enjoy the ride my boy.”
Harry can’t conceal his surprise, “What do you mean sir?”
“Harry, my boy, those ladies only concern in life is your happiness. From what little I’ve been able to find so far, the two should worship you. If I’m not mistaken, they’re plotting some type of scheme to please you in some variety.”
“Ok, Albus, why don’t you go back and keep digging?”
Albus stands up, “Very well Harry. I’ve sent an owl to Cornelius about getting the restrictions on underage magic lifted. After the fiasco at the Ministry last month, I imagine he’ll do whatever it takes to get and hopefully stay in your good graces.” As Harry’s face darkens, Albus continues, “Please be very careful what you say to the press Harry, Fudge might well be an incompetent idiot who thinks about his own position first, but he’s not a Death Eater, no matter how he might act, nor is he an active threat. Always remember that replacing a leader in a time of war is never pleasant, easy, or without complications. If you pushed the issue, I have little doubt that you could have him removed from office, but I implore you to let me handle him. Also, if you would tell you guardians not to kill him, I’d appreciate it.”
Harry looks at Dumbledore for a moment, “I won’t say anything to the press about having him ousted; however, I also won’t endorse him. As to the ladies, why would the kill him?”
“Because he’s caused you pain and he’s upset you. Remember Harry, they are now more fanatical in their devotion to you then Dobby is.”
“Great, well, why don’t you send one of them up on your way out Albus, I’m getting a headache.”
Albus calmly walks down to the Dursley’s kitchen to find the sisters in a whispered conversation while Petunia is standing at the stove. “Excuse me Miss’ Black, but Harry wished to speak with one of you immediately.”
Two soft pop’s later, the sisters are gone. “Remember Petunia, the sisters will do what ever Harry says, if you cross him, anger him, or if he’s just feeling particularly vindictive, they will exact blood vengeance for him, unless he specifically tells them not to. I’d try and start making what amends you can soon,” with that he Apparates out.
Up in his room, Harry’s surprised to have two people Apparate in. He looks up just in time to see the sisters ditching their robes and kneeling in front of him.
“What do you wish our master,” says the kneeling blonde.
Harry massages his temples for a moment, “First, I forbid you to go after Fudge unless he’s physically attacking me, understood?” When the pair nods, he continues, “Second, do either one of you know anything that’ll help with a headache?”
The sisters look at each other, and then turn to face each other. They each hold up their right hand in a fist and place their left hand under it, palm up. They lift their fists up and bring them down twice, as they bring them down a third time, Narcissa suddenly flattens her hand while Bellatrix keeps a fist.
Narcissa smirks, “Paper wraps stone, I win.”
Her sister says, “Don’t gloat, just go have fun and help our master.”
Narcissa crawls over to Harry who has a dumbstruck expression on his face. As she starts to undo his fly, Harry asks, “What are you doing?”
Smirking up at her master, Narcissa reaches into Harry’s trousers and pulls out his flaccid prick. “Very simple master, never believe a woman who says she doesn’t want to have sex because of a headache. Intercourse actually helps get rid of the pain.” With that, she drops her head and takes Harry’s flaccid cock into her mouth. He starts to stiffen as Narcissa’s talented tongue goes to work, slowly and deliberately licking every square millimeter of the flesh in her mouth.
Harry moans as Narcissa pulls back on his engorged prick. Harry clenches his fists in the bed sheet as the blonde runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
As Bellatrix watches her sister give Harry a blow job, she suddenly smirks mischievously. She reaches behind her and quickly undoes the corset before slipping it off.
Harry’s eyes bug out as he watches Bellatrix remove her top, most of his attention is drawn back to his crotch as Narcissa gives his cock a rather hard suck, but he still has enough presence of mind to watch as Bellatrix walks towards her kneeling sister. He’s captivated as she reaches down and quickly removes her sisters’ skirt; he gasps as he realizes she’s not wearing any knickers.
Narcissa can’t help but wonder what her sister is up to as she feels Harry’s cock jump in her mouth. When she feels her skirt being removed she has a very good idea as to what’s about to happen; and she’s proven right.
Harry looses it when he sees Bellatrix kneel down behind Narcissa and give her bum a long lick.
Narcissa feels Harry’s cock swell as she feels a tongue run along the curve of her bum, before coming into contact with her soaked snatch. As he shoots in her mouth, Narcissa is careful not to swallow. After her master is spent, Narcissa let’s Harry slip from her mouth, careful to not spill a drop. She then turns around, grabs her sisters’ head and forces her into a deep kiss where she shares her prize with Bellatrix.
After a minute or so of kissing the sisters break apart to swallow their part of the prize. Narcissa looks towards Harry, “Are you feeling better master?”
Harry thinks for a moment before saying, “Yeah, the pains not gone, but it’s manageable. Thank you.”
Narcissa blushes, “It was my pleasure master. Now shall we see about food?”
“Good idea; Trixie, would you please pop down to the kitchen, fill three plates, and bring them up here.”
Bellatrix is up in a flash and says, “Gladly master.” She’s about to Apparate when her sister reminds her about her masters’ orders about attire.
With a sheepish look, Bellatrix quickly dons her robe and Apparates down to the kitchen while Narcissa quickly transfigures some discarded toys into a dinning room set just as a fuming Bellatrix pops back into the room.
“Master, are you quite sure I can’t hex those damnable Muggles?”
As he sits down, Harry says, “What did they do now?”
After the food is arranged and the sisters sit, after Bellatrix removes her robe and puts her corset back on, she says, “That fat walrus was awake when I went down there and he tried to grope my arse; and when I swatted his hand away, he tried to molest me, but I Apparated out before he could.”
Harry’s eyes are darkened with rage, how dare his uncle try and touch his property with out his permission. “Thank you Bellatrix, I will speak to my uncle soon.”
The rest of the meal passes in relative quiet, the ladies not speaking until spoken to and Harry trying to comprehend his reaction to Bellatrix’s news.
Finally, dinner is over and Narcissa gathers up the dishes and pops down to the kitchen, returning moments later to find her master glaring at her.
“What did I tell you about proper attire when leaving this room?” Harry’s voice is deadly low.
Narcissa blanches, “You are correct master, in my haste I forgot. What punishment do you wish to deliver or have delivered?”
Harry rubs his chin for a few moments while the internal debate rages. Finally, he reaches a compromise. “Strip bitch.” Harry’s appalled at his language as he watches Narcissa quickly disrobe.
When Narcissa is naked, she again kneels at Harry’s feet. “The first part is very simple, you’re forbidden from wearing any form undergarments for the next two days. The second part is that tomorrow, you are to act as aunt Petunia’s personal aid. You’ll do what she says, except neither of the male Dursleys are to touch you. Understood?”
“Yes master; will there be anything else master?”
Harry suddenly has a maniacal glint in his eye, “Yes there is. For tonight, you are forbidden from standing on two legs. You are to remain on your hands and knees until I wake up tomorrow.”
“It will be as you wish master.”
“Good, now go lay down.”
Narcissa crawls over to the foot of Harry’s bed and curls up as she lies down.
Harry looks at his clock, almost midnight. “Well Trixie, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
Harry quickly collects his night clothes and quietly heads to the bathroom where he changes into the clothes he brought, along with taking care of other bodily needs, before he heads back to his room.
Harry barely manages to get into his bed before he collapses into sleep.

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Tale of the Elves – Chapter One – Life is Precious

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Hi there ^^ erm, well this is the first chapter of Tale of the Elves, hope you enjoy. Check my bio for information about this series. This only has one mention of nudity in it, and it is more of a build up to the actual storyline than anything. I don’t write wank stories, this is a story with an erotic element. But don’t worry, there will be something rewarding next chapter, and in the ones to come. Thanks! (Btw, the themes up there are the main ones that will appear throughout the series / trilogy)
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Beneath the vast canopy of green summer leaves, the horse trotted between trees, it’s flanks mottled green with rays of sun dappled through the branches above.
Atop the large, dark grey beast sat a man, head held high, a look of contentment and peacefulness upon his face. He was dressed in a simple linen shirt and a brown pair of breeches rolled up to the tops of a pair of black riding boots. His cloak was slung over the back of the saddle.
Sheathed in it’s scabbard, a sword of two thumbs width was strapped to the steeds side. It’s hilt glittered faintly in the afternoon sun, the ruby set in the pommel glaring brightly. The reins hung slack in the man’s hands as he directed his steed along a hard-beaten path between the trees.
The saddlebags attached to the horses sides seemed to be umcumbersome. It seemed as though the man was travelling extremely lightly, and he might have been a common peasant were it not for his sword. His face, too, bore tell-tale signs of an extraordinary life. Though his face was handsome, his eyes a light brown and deep, a thick, knotted scar lay upon the skin beneath his chin, and the skin on his face held marks much the same.
Suddenly, the peace of the woodland was disrupted by a single, piercing scream. It sounded near, and the man started in the saddle. There was also the unmistakable sound of a blade being unsheathed somewhere into the trees on his left. Jumping from his horse and unsheathing his sword from it’s side, he launched himself into the undergrowth off the path.
He ran towards where the noise had been, and soon emerged on the edge of a small clearing. Snapping his head side to side, he caught sight of the disturbance on the other edge of the clearing, beneath the shadows of the trees. He could make out five, maybe six figures, wrestling with another on the ground.
It was a woman, of that he was sure. He got to the group surprisingly quickly, the sight becoming more clear the closer he got, his feet padded and noiseless on the thick grass and leaves. Four of the figures were holding the woman down, while one stood over her. The man noticed that the woman was soaking wet, and clotheless.
He felt as if he had intruded on something indecent. The woman’s face and her earlier scream, however, told the man that she was not in this position out of choice. Her eyes briefly met his between the legs of the man standing over her seconds before he was behind him. He hooked his arm around the man’s throat, pulling it backwards under his chin and snapping his neck instantly.
Looking down at the body, the man realised with disgust what they were doing. The man who he had just killed had his manhood on full show, his breeches unlaced and around his upper thighs. With no time to revel in deeper disgust, the man was suddenly aware of one of the bandits holding the woman down holding an evil-looking knife.
The man grinned, rolling his sword in his palm. This is what he was, who he was. He was Arealam, mercenary and former knight of the empire. Striking down the bandit next to him by burying the sword deep in his chest, Arealam moved just in time to see the one with the knife place it at the naked woman’s throat
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“One more move.” He snarled, pressing it against her skin so beads of blood appeared there, “And I’ll slit her throat from one ear to the other. Drop the sword.” Arealam did not obey immediately, and the bandit pressed the knife harder, making the woman hiss in pain. It was then that Arealam became acutely aware of the woman’s eyes changing, becoming paler somehow.
Kneeling, he laid his sword on the floor, not taking his eyes from hers. “Good.” Hissed the bandit. The others did not release their hold on the woman, still holding her firmly to the floor. The two dead men were not of concern to them. “Now-” The bandit had no more time to say anything else, however, as a flash of blue light suddenly flared by his chest, and he was suddenly flung backwards into the rows of trees, landing in a heap on the floor.
Not questioning his advantage, Arealam surged forward, picking up his sword and screaming a savage war cry. One more bandit fell before his sword, before the woman was able to move. One arm released, she reached up, inhumanly quick, to the face of the bandit on her other side.
Her hand gripped his throat, knuckles turning white, and Arealam blanched as she snapped his neck with her bare hand. The one remaining bandit, sickened and horrified at the deaths of the others, had already started running towards the edge of the clearing. Arealam made to run after him, but the woman softly laid her hand on his chest. “No. Let me.” She breathed, her voice as sweet as birdsong.
She raised her palm pointing towards the fleeing figure, and her lips moved in the ghost of words. Looking back towards the man, Arealam gasped as he suddenly dropped to the ground, clearly dead. For a few seconds after he dropped, the two figures stood silently where they were.
For the first time, Arealam looked at the woman properly. He found it disconcerting that she was already looking at him. Shock hit him as he saw the tips of her ears, pointed and poking through her light brown hair. An elf!
She was exceedingly beautiful, as all elves were fabled to be. Falling to one knee and planting his sword in the ground, Arealam bowed his head. “I am honoured to be in your presence, O elf.” He said, his voice shaking slightly. Elves were told to be whimsical and strange beings.
“Rise, human.” Came the soft voice of the elf. “I should be honoured to be in your presence, for you have just saved me from a most unpleasant experience.” Her voice contained authority, and Arealam rose unsteadily to his feet. His position was not made easier by the fact that she was totally naked before him, and beautiful.
His eyes roamed without him telling them to. Biting his lip, he forced himself to meet the elf’s eye, away from her perfectly formed body. He was surprised to see her smiling. “I apologize for the state of my undress,” she said softly, turning away from him, “but those brigands caught me unawares while I was bathing in yonder stream,” she motioned forwards, through the trees.
“I was unable to stop them. Normally, of course, they would be no match for an elf, as you saw, but I am afraid I was complacent. The handle of his knife was quick to blacken my thoughts.” She turned slightly and pointed to a gash he had not noticed before, on her forehead. “I only awoke before you arrived, and my magic was slow to come after being unconcious.”
“Bastard!” Came a sudden, sharp growl from the shadows beneath the trees. Seconds later, something came hurtling through the air over the elf’s shoulder. The knife seemed to slow, centimetres before Arealam’s chest, before planting itself in his heart. The noise from the surrounding trees seemed dulled as he looked down, blood now pouring from the wound.
The ground behind him rose up to meet him, and he was suddenly staring up at the piercingly blue sky. A wordless moan escaped his lips as the pain of the wound hit him. His hands clasped around the handle of the knife, and his vision swam as the blurred image of the elf appeared into it. She was saying words he could not hear.
He screamed as she wrenched the knife free. That he could hear. Was she trying to kill him? He wriggled weakly in her grasp as she laid a palm over his chest, blood now streaming from between his lips into his short beard. It frothed as he moaned and spat.
It felt as if there were worms in his chest. Worms, crawling under his skin, inside the muscle. They itched, they burned. His hands rose limply, clawing uselessly at the back of the elf’s smooth hand. “Be still, Human!” Was the first thing he heard as his hearing suddenly came rushing back.
He gagged and spluttered as the blood pooled around his head suddenly swam over his face and streamed back into his mouth. He felt it running down his throat, he could feel the warmness of it suddenly sweeping through his cold body. He felt the cool touch of the elf’s palm on his chest.
Gasping once the blood was gone from his mouth, he gagged and rolled onto his side. Looking down, he stared at the place where the knife had been. Skin covered the spot, seamlessly smooth. His shirt was torn, but that was a small price.
He gasped. “How…?” But the question answered itself. She was an elf, a being of magic. “Thank you.” He could not express the depths of his gratitude. He raised himself onto his elbows, noticing the elf at the edge of the clearing once more, staring into the trees. “Where did he go?”
“He ran.” Muttered the elf. “I would go after him, but he is no major problem. We are on the border of the elven capital. It is surrounded by wards that will not let him get too close if harbours no ill thoughts for the elven kind. Though if he does, he might be able to get further in than he wishes…”
She turned to look at him again, staring at him with beautiful, unblinking eyes. As ever, she seemed surpremely unfaltered about being naked this close to a man. Looking at her form, Arealam felt a rising pressure in the groin of his breeches. The elves were fabled among the races as being the most beautiful and well-proportioned, and it was true.
“I left my clothes on the stream bank. I will go and fetch them. You, saddle your horse and meet me on the path directly north of here in five minutes.” With that, she disappeared through the trees. He did not ask how she knew of his horse.
Five minutes later, he sat astride his horse in the afore mentioned place, sword strapped once more to the saddle. He shivered as he caught sight of the elf making her way through the trees. She moved with grace, yet he knew she could kill him in an instant, perhaps without even putting a worthwhile amount of energy into it. She was now clothed in a simple, fitted white dress that ended breezily just above her knees. She walked barefoot.
Arealam’s insides squirmed at the sight of her. She was dressed so simply, yet she shined with a beautiful radiance that would have had any weaker man crawling at her feet. Her lightly tanned skin was smooth beyond comparison, and her figure rivaled that of the goddess of beauty.
“You will accompany me to our city.” She said as she reached the horse. “My mother would want to properly reward you for preventing such…occurences.” She looked up at him with deep green eyes. “You saved me from something I dare not think about.” She said softly.
“I need no reward.” He spoke with honesty and respect. “You saved my own life.” He pointed to the tear in his shirt. The elf smiled. “Still, my mother would still see it as a poor compliment of our thanks. Be honoured: no human has entered one of our cities for over four hundred years.”
Arealam knew of the war that had raged between the two races four hundred years ago. A truce was called after a hundred years of fighting, but the elves had sunk into their forests, and were rarely seen or spoken to after that. Their secrets of magic and nature were no longer shared, but tales of their beauty and knowledge carried on living.
Before he could speak again, the elf had taken a running leap at the horse. Strangely, it did not move as she did so. It seemed oddly calm in her presense. Her hand entwined with the harness as she gracefully leaped into the saddle in front of Arealam, not shaking the saddle at all.
“That was impressive.” Laughed Arealam. The elf smiled in return, pushing a braid of hair behind her pointed ear. Arealam noticed that the thin dress had pulled up her thighs as she sat with her legs pointed forwards. He shuddered. “Hold my waist,” came the command, “we will be travelling faster than you have before, I think.”
His hands burned as he placed them on her slim waist, and they were off. She was right; she was obviously controlling the horse to run faster than normally would have been possible. Wind lapped at his hair and stung his face as they rode, and forgetting himself, he wrapped his arms fully around the elf’s waist. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he thought he heard her chuckle.
They swerved off the path into the undergrowth. Normally, the branches would have swiped and clawed at them, but they didn’t touch them. They seemed to bend out of their way as they approached, creating a sort of corridor through the forest, only to close up behind them. Arealam stared in wonder at the magic.
The scent of her skin wafted into his face as they rode. It was intoxicating, a mix of wood bark, pine needles and other naturely things. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply. The smell was slightly overpowering, and he started to feel dazed, as if had consumed a small tankard of ale.
They rode for at least an hour. Arealam guessed it would have taken him fives times as long to travel the same distance, and never to this place; there had been too much undergrowth. They were stood in a beautiful glade, where a small pool of water fed by a trickle of water glimmered on the left. The bare grass on the right looked untouched; pristine green blades of grass that stirred faintly in the breeze.
“We must dismount here.” Came the elf’s cool voice from infront of him. After the sound of the wind rushing past his ears for the past hour, her voice startled him. “My people will have already been watching us for some time, but it would be best to show respect when entering the kingdom.”
Before he could ask where said kingdom was, Arealam’s gaze rested on the far edge of the glade. The trees there seemed to shine with a liquid glow, and the space between them, while almost perfectly transparent, seemed oddly mottled or hazy, as if surrounded by a film of water.
The elf had already dismounted lightly from the horse, hitting the ground without so much as a thump. Arealam got off with much less finesse; he was a talented rider and knew how to dismount, but he couldn’t help making the scuffles and thumps that were nescessary as he dismounted.
“It still amazes me how like children humans are.” The elf smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Always knocking into things, and with their dull senses.” Arealam was stung. “Aye, but if you are so sharp of sense, why is it that a bunch of half-wit brigands were able to approach you whilst you bathed?” he sniped back.
“I did not mean to offend.” Came the quick reply in her strange accent, and he believed her words. “I am aware of the faults of my own race as well as others, I was merely making a statement. I will not let loose my words so easily from now, forgive me.” Arealam nodded his head. “But in answer to your question, I was taken by surprise. I had sunk into such a state of relaxation that my senses were almost the same as a human’s. It took me a while to gather my thoughts long enough to summon magic, which you saw.”
Her tone told Arealam he shouldn’t broach on the subject. He said nothing more as he took the reins of his horse and followed the elf across the glade. She stopped just before the trees, and before the hazy barrier that surrounded them.
“I will warn you,” said the elf, turning and looking into his eyesm”the magic that surrounds our capital is strong; none but an elf can pass without effect. I will help you get through, but it will still be unpleasant. The barrier is a mix of emotions, thoughts and memories of our race, thousands of years strong, held together with the strength of hundreds of spellweavers. You may see things you can make no sense of, things that make you feel emotions you did not know you had. Whatever you do, do not try and force the feeling away. You would die, and perhaps kill me through you.”
“It is meant to kill trespassers, none of which could ever mean us anything but harm, for if they did not mean us harm, the magic would have turned them away from this place by now. You only managed to get here because you are with me.”
Arealam nodded, a sense of trepidation rising in his gut. He looked sideways at his horse. “Won’t-”
“No.” She cut in. “Horse’s minds, though beautiful, aren’t as intricate as a human’s or an elf’s. She will not be affected.” Arealam took her at her word, and let her pull the reins from his grasp. He laid his palm in her offered one, feeling her small, cool hand wrap around his own as if he were a child.
She stepped through the barrier, disturbing it slightly. A few seconds later, it had changed back, giving it it’s transparent look again. She turned and looked at him through the haze. “Come.” She said, and he was surprised to hear her voice unchanged. “Step through.” Taking a deep breath, he abided.
It was if he had passed through a sheet of lukewarm water. The feeling was pleasant, and he was suddenly filled with a feeling of contentment and happiness that was not his own. A smile lingered upon his face. Moments later, though, this changed to one of such anger he thought he would die of the pressure forcing itself from within his skull.
Visions flooded into his mind. He could not make sense of them. One, an elfen child, climbing the roots of a massive golden tree. This quickly changed to another, of tongues of flame burning a city hidden within the trees to ashes, smoke pouring into the sky, changing again to one of a brute of a man burying a dagger in a weak-looking elf’s chest…
He collapsed onto the leaf-strewn floor, body shuddering. His emotions changed rapidly, from hot, white anger to serene calm, to a mix of both and back to anger. A choked gurgle escaped from his mouth before a last gasp escaped him, and he lay still. The elf, shocked by the vigour of the effect the boundary had on him, knelt down beside him, laying her palm on his cheek.
She lifted her head up, looking into the canopy of leaves. “Genrde.” She called into the trees. “Genrde altovisá!” Her voice echoed strangely in the seemingly empty forest.

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The War of 2020 Pt 3

Ch 7 & Ch 8 ****SORRY Ch8 WAS CUT OFF, ITS FIXED NOW*****
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