Birthing Demons [closed]

OOC: This thread is closed for Danjutsu and Miss_Shy_Newcastle. It will feature non-consent and other harder kinks. Readers of a more timid persuasion may be better off looking away now. For the rest, welcome and I hope you enjoy!

It began six weeks ago, almost to the day. Six weeks of boiling blood and biting need. Six weeks of controlled agony. But soon, very soon, he would find his release. Soon he would have her in his grasp and then he would make her feel his pain keen and deep. Does she suspect? He does not think so. No, too naive, too innocent to believe the world could contain such as him. And even if she might, in a fanciful moment, believe that his kind might exist, she could not even begin to contemplate the depths to his depravity and how far he will go to ensure his survival.

He first spied her at a book signing in a small town outside Greater London. The signing itself was of no interest to him but the bookshop was one of note as a repository of manuscripts on the art of Ku Tao Shi, known to Western practitioners as Transfiguration. A magic, of sorts, but bound up in physical laws. The scrolls themselves would seem, to the uninitiated, to be complex but illiterate scrawl. He found their contents absolutely fascinating.

Reclining in an old, musty armchair, he became aware of her presence like a new scent in the room. The manuscript became, all of a sudden, entirely unimportant. He had to know the source of this most delicious morsel. It did not take him long to discover her, stood patiently in a queue of a dozen or so fans bearing some new hardback for the author's off hand scribble.

She glanced at him once or twice but having committed her features to memory he was overcome with a sudden, burning need and immediately withdrew to privacy.

Withdrew but not retreated. His minions were set immediately to work discovering who she was, where she lived, her life, her passions, and her secrets. It's amazing what one can discover about a person from public records. Imagine how much more might be available to one with arcane means.

The burning grew inside him, something kindled that could not be quenched by food or drink and even his usual depravities did little to take the edge. His minions suffered his wrath more than once 'til one happened upon a passage in a leather-bound tome kept locked in a room by itself. The tome spoke of a time of transformation: a death and a new life. Detailed in a sidebar, ingredients and instructions for a foul concoction to control the infernal fires now alight within him.

Calmer, but still smouldering, he sought her out again. This time, the theatre. A contrived circumstance involving a broken down car, threatening weather, and a convenient passing has him escorting his prey to the theatre. He is polite, charming even, and ever so generous with his time and his money. The performance is passable, even by his standards, but he barely notices the display. She has his attention and his violent longing threatens to break loose towards the end. He excuses himself on grounds of illness with the most sincere of apologies and a promise to make up for his poor manners in abandoning her there. All lies, of course, but he is a master of deceit.

But there is one final catch, stated clearly in the tome that speaks of his imminent demise. For his new life to take place, she must be untouched by human hands, a virgin. He must know for sure.

A blood fly is a nasty little creature similar to a mosquito, though larger, and bound to its master's will. A sampling of her blood, taken overnight while she slept, gave him the final confirmation that he required; a drop placed into a balefire flame, the flash of gold and the scent of rose, his hungry gaze fixed on her unwaveringly.

So the trap was laid. An invitation to dinner at his mansion in the country, all printed most exquisitely on white card and inked in gold, with a promise of a car there and back and a room of her own for the night, should she desire. A mild enchantment on the card to bring a sensation of joy, even excitement, to the one who holds it. All in the guise of being his apology for leaving her alone at the theatre.

Which part of it worked he could not say but she was on the way to his home right this minute. Six weeks of waiting, almost over. And none too soon...

He stands patiently at the head of the wide marble stairs leading up into the main house as the sun touches the tops of the trees that border his expansive estate. Flanked either side by his house staff, all done up in their smartest uniforms, he watches the limousine crawl up the long, winding drive and round the stone fountain in the courtyard.

His butler, a wrinkled stick of a man, glides down the steps silently with an ease that belies his apparent age, ready to open the door to the car on her arrival. On his left, the head of his household glares through wire-rim spectacles at one of the maids for fidgeting while on show, apologising under her breath, "My apologies, m'lord, I will deal with her later."

All magnanimous smiles, resplendent in a white dinner jacket and trousers, looking every bit the young lord, he acknowledges, "See that you do." For, behind his boyish good looks, underneath the features that might tell a story of twenty-some years, resides a demon with a burning need to be reborn this forty-third time in the last seven hundred years.

My life was pretty messed up. In a desperate attempt to get a job and escape my family, I had moved from my countryside village to a town just outside London. Except the plan hadn’t fully worked. I was still jobless and living on borrowed time.

I had saved enough to take me through my first few weeks of living, including a few treats. The first was an author signing at a strange bookshop. The second was one I was hugely looking forward to – going to see a production in London’s West End.

My name is Sarah McKenzie. My story really begins on the way to the theatre.

I’d decided to take the car that night. It was rare I ever did take the car into London, as I wasn’t really a fan of driving in the City. But a combination of bad weather and running late left me with little choice.

I headed out onto the road, driving slowly and carefully. It was only the fact that I’d been desperate to see this play for months that was still making me go. I was going alone, but that in itself didn’t worry me. What did was the road ahead.

I hadn’t long left the town when the car started spluttering. I really wasn’t having the best of days. I pulled over to the side of the road, not certain what to do.

This was when I met the stranger known as Alex Black. His car pulled up alongside mine, and as we were going to the same production, he suggested I ride with him. He would ensure I was brought home safely, and one of his staff would take the car back to my home.

We headed off to the theatre. He was charming, tall, dark and handsome, and obviously wealthy. Not that he showed off, but his mannerisms showed it. At the end of the night he excused himself and sent me home in another of his cars with the promise I’d hear from him again.

I thought nothing more of it. After all, a guy like him must be engaged or married. And I was nothing special. I was tall and blue eyed with short blonde hair and had a few freckles, which I hated. I was also a little overweight, not fat, but enough to put potential suitors off.

A few days later, I woke feeling a little off colour. There was a mark on my neck, so I took myself to the doctor. He told me it was likely to be a mosquito bite, and because I’d had my window open, that seemed likely. I accepted the cream.

I was still feeling a bit off colour a day or two later when the letter from Alex arrived. I opened it shaking. I hadn’t realised he was a Lord! I gladly accepted, desperately wanting a few days away to regain my strength.

The car had arrived promptly, and I’d dozed most of the way. The driver had only spoken to me a couple of times, to take my case and to wake me up as we approached the mansion. I was dressed in a smart trouser suit but had plenty of changes of clothes.

I grinned as the butler opened the door, and I stepped forward to greet Alex.

Alex Black - Welcome to the Mansion

He sweeps down the stairs, face aglow in welcome.

"Sarah," he exclaims, "it is so wonderful you could make it!" At the foot of the steps he adroitly take her hand and gives it a brief and most gentlemanly kiss. Then a wink, just to show he's playing. "I trust you had a good journey?" He rambles on with pleasantries, offering his arm to lead her up the stairs into the central part of the mansion.

Behind, the staff set to in unloading the bags that Sarah brought with her, all under the polite but terse instructions from the chamberlain. Somehow, in a moment's distraction, the butler had already made it to the front door which he thrusts open to reveal a spacious hall that acts as a hub for the house. A staircase coils up the right side of the room, crimson carpet over cream marble. A pair of mahogany doors arch ahead, heading deeper into the house. A plethora of smaller doors exit left and right, the smaller ones intended for staff use obscured behind giant vases of flowers or sculptures from all over Asia.

"But enough of that," Alex declares as he leads her inside. "Welcome to my home. Mi casa su casa, as they say. If you have need of anything, anything at all, please do not hesitate to speak to my staff and they will do everything in their power to assist."

"Dinner will be in a couple of hours. I imagine you'll want chance to catch your breath, perhaps freshen up." Alex sweeps an arm towards the wrinkled butler, "My man there, Henry, will show you to your rooms in the east wing of the house. Beautiful garden in the courtyard just behind there, by the way. Splendid on a fine morning."

He grins, cheekily, "Sorry, I must apologise. Rambling on. Please, allow my man to sweep you away and perhaps you'll join me in the drawing room for a pre-dinner drink? Yes? Excellent! See you then."

All smiles and charm and easy confidence, a law entirely to himself, Alex sweeps through an open door towards the western side of the house and is shortly gone from view.

Henry, the butler, coughs politely, "M'lady, if you'd care to follow me. Your bags have already been taken to your room." His voice is gravelly with a faint rasp like the rustle of old paper, though he does not offer much chance to consider it as he glides gently upstairs at a pace that demands Sarah keep up or be forever lost in the maze of corridors that make up Lord Black's Mansion.

Up, right, up a bit more, left, right, down a short flight, along a corridor lined with vases from South East Asia and ink drawings of Chinese warriors, right again, then through a substantial oak door. This maze of turns leads to a suite of three rooms, magnificently done with hard wood floors covered with thick Persian rugs, curtains in a bold, emerald green, and all manner of artefacts from the Middle East on cabinets and tables, or hung from the walls.

A sitting room leads to a bed large enough for three occupants and room to spare, then a plush bathroom beyond. The windows overlook a courtyard below, down one floor, stocked with flower-filled planters, vine-covered trellis and three stone benches facing a small central fountain depicting two lovers coupling. The water springs from between them, sprinkling them both in the products of their eternal coitus.

The butler indicates a thick red pull extending to the ceiling. "When you are refreshed, m'lady, please pull this cord and a member of the household will be with you shortly to show you to the drawing room. If there's nothing else...?"

So saying, he withdraws, leaving Sarah and her bags, already arrived and neatly laid in the centre of the sitting room, to prepare herself for the evening.

I was slightly embarrassed but none the less flattered by his welcome. He welcomed me as an old friend, not like some stranger he had met only the once. His staff were there one minute, and gone the next.

I followed him into the mansion. It really was beautiful, a place I could certainly adjust to living in. Alex chattered on, but really I was too busy taking in the wonderful views.

He swept off, and I gladly followed the butler to my room. It was like a rabbit warren and I was soon lost. He left me in my room to change.

I unpacked my clothes, selecting the best dress I had, and headed into the shower. I felt as though someone was watching me the whole time, but I told myself that was nonsense.

I slipped into my long purple velvet dress. I still felt very underdressed given the circumstances, but he would understand. On checking the time, it was almost time for dinner, so I pulled the cord. Within seconds, I was escorted down to the drawing room to meet Alex

Alex Black - The Drawing Room

The small, blonde maid who fidgeted while waiting is the one to lead Sarah to the drawing room. She smiles prettily enough, greeting Sarah with a curtsey and a polite, "M'lady, if you'll follow me." Underneath her smart outfit, her buttocks smart from the switching she received an hour earlier in punishment for her decorum transgression. Never the less, she hides it well, exactly as instructed, and leads the guest a different route back towards the centre of the house via the courtyard visible from Sarah's chambers.

They travel along the side of the house and step into the drawing room through a pair of open French doors overlooking a stone patio and then rolling lawn beyond. Alex is already within, sitting relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, in front of a small fire. The flames crackle merrily, more for effect than great need.

Alex smiles warmly over to her, "Please, come, join me." He motions to a chair opposite, also in front of the fire. As she approaches, he leans forward and murmurs conspiratorially, "I must say that I heartily approve of your dress. Excellent choice." He grins, leaning back again as though the confidence, now shared, should be passed over so no one else notices. Not that there is anyone, aside from the maids, actually present.

"A drink, perhaps?" He looks apologetic, "I'm afraid I have no clue what you might prefer, but I have a moderately extensive cellar and can usually cater to my guests' preferences."

Another maid, a willowy brunette, hovers nearby waiting to take Sarah's order.

Alex continues, "I hope your room is all in order for you?"

The drawing room carries a solar theme, all soft yellow furnishings done with red trim on teak furniture. Large windows line the wall opposite the fireplace, catching the last of the day's sun. Candles burn in silver stands in preparation for the evening and behind a large closed door the sounds of dinner preparations tinkle and scuff.

I looked slightly embarrassed as he complimented my dress.

“Thank you. It was the best I could find. I’m afraid I’m still jobless, so money’s a little tight”.

I took my seat opposite him.

“I’m not a drinker. Maybe just a Cola, or something similar? No ice though, thank you” I smiled at the maid, who bobbed and hurried off.

“The room is fantastic. Really, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble. I understand you were ill, and your staff did take care of the car for me. Thank you for paying the bill, by the way” I gabbled slightly.

The maid reappeared with my drink, and a few minutes later there was the sound of a gong somewhere else within the mansion, announcing dinner was being served.

Alex Black - Dinner is Served

"I hope you'll excuse me a drink or two. I have quite a penchant for a full bodied red vintage to complement a meat dish, which is what I understand we have this evening."

He banters a little more, making light of assisting with her car but taking his responsibilities as a host quite seriously.

At the gong, he rises first, offering her his arm in gentlemanly fashion, "M'lady." He grins, chuckling, but only in jest at himself and his ways, then leads her through a door to dinner.

One might have expected some incredible banquet hall with a table clear twenty feet long all decked with crystal and silver. Indeed, such a room exists within the mansion. However, Alex has chosen to dine in a more personal fashion this evening. The north west dining hall is really a family affair. A single circular table laid for two in front of a tall window looking out over the lawns. The room glows deep red from the last light of the day but candles burn brightly all round the room.

A maid stands behind each chair, pulling it out at their arrival. Alex allows Sarah to sit first, of course. It begins a dinner both exquisite and yet somehow very personal. Maids come and go bearing plates and platters, offering a bit of this and that. Alex drinks fine red wine but adroitly avoids scoffing at cola served in crystal. Water, both still and sparkling, are kept on hand throughout. Paper thin, succulent beef served with a hearty round of vegetables makes up the main course. It is excellently prepared, each mouthful as delicious as the last.

Alex remains perfectly happy to talk, filling silence with tales of how the house was built, or some story of how a distant uncle was wounded duelling somewhere in Turkey over the price of dates. Now and then, he drops her a question, always polite but never pressing. He enquires about her aspirations for work, her interests and hobbies, the latest book she is reading. Each time he lets her talk, if she wishes, but takes up the slack if she flounders.

As the meal draws on, he moves to a topic that interests him more keenly. "And your family? Any brothers or sisters?"

The meal was delicious, the beef melted in the mouth. Whilst I had Cola, I tended to drink sparkling water during meals, which left me feeling slightly less intimidated.

“I have no career aspirations as such. Just to get back into work would be good. I get lonely in that rental place. I imagine it must get quite lonely here – although you have your staff around and about.”

As the deserts were served - a gorgeous frothy chocolate mousse - he brought up my family. I pulled a bit of a face. “I’m down here alone. I have no brothers or sisters, and I’m not really that close to my family. I hardly speak to them – I’m down here to prove a point. They think I should go back to University and become a doctor or a lawyer or something along those lines. I’d rather work my way up”. I added in my head “Or meet someone who already has money”.

I finished my dinner and excused myself. I was suddenly feeling very tired. It had been a long day. Another different maid showed me to my room, and slipping into my pyjamas, I fell into bed and went straight into a deep sleep.

Alex Black - Dreaming

A little later, Alex sits in the drawing room supping on an after dinner tipple. Henry, the butler, approaches silently but Alex senses his presence.

"I trust she is suitably medicated?"

"Indeed, m'lord."

"I noticed signs of drowsiness as she finished her dessert. Perhaps a little over enthusiastic?"

"Better to be sure, m'lord."

Alex shrugs, "As you say. Better to be sure." He sets his glass on a side table. "I imagine she'll be asleep by now. I think I could do with one of your foul concoctions, though, or I'll plough her while she sleeps. All a bit too early, I fear, so best avoid that."

"Indeed, m'lord. I'll fetch a draught at once."

Henry slips out as silently as he arrived, leaving Alex to muse quietly. Must be perfect, his rebirth. And for that, she will need a little work. Tonight, a little physical preparation but the real work will be in her mind. She is already somewhat pliable otherwise she would not be here. He needs to accentuate that and he has always enjoyed a strategy involving heightening her sexual awareness.

Choking down the bitter herbal brew, Alex finds himself in an equally bitter mood. He chafes at needing to wait but recognises that despite the great pressure from within he must resist to make his next life as pleasant as possible. The fires dampen but his mood remains dark.

"It is time," he tells his chamberlain. "Bring the blonde girl. I think this will adequately complete her punishment."

The chamberlain nods gravely, already dressed in her ceremonial black gown. Alex has no truck with such ceremonial get-up for himself but he tolerates it for his staff, especially when they look quite so delicious dressed in it.

Minutes later, he slides open the door to Sarah's chambers. The room is dark, curtains drawn, as he paces to the foot of her bed. Sleeping gently, all curled up in soft sheets, a gentle heart might feel pity for her. Alex just feels hunger.

A soft whimpering noise behind attracts his attention and he looks around to see the chamberlain leading the blonde maid by a leash attached to a locked leather collar around her throat. The whimper no doubt caused, in part, by the leather ball tied into her mouth and perhaps the cool autumnal air on her bare skin. Slender, just the way Alex likes, but with pert, natural breasts and hairless sex. She has been allowed white stockings and a lacy garter belt but nothing more.

The chamberlain closes the door to the bedroom, then releases the leash from the collar. Alex steps close to the girl, holding her gaze. "You know why you are here, don't you?"

The girl nods slightly, not daring to look away or make further sound.

"Good. Then open the curtains, light the candles, then act as I instruct and I shall forgive you your transgression."

Moments later, Sarah's bed is dappled in moonlight and the room flickers in the light of a dozen crimson candles specially chosen for this occasion.

Alex takes a seat at the foot of the bed, gathering infernal energies with uncharacteristic care. He raises a hand, inky smoke wisping between his fingers. The smoke coils in his palm, gathering momentum, then leaps suddenly across the room to cover Sarah's face. Her next breath draws it in. Alex's eyes turn entirely black and he grins wickedly.

"Let us begin..."

~ ~ ~

The human mind is a resilient beast with peculiarly delicate edges. As a whole, it has a way of holding together in the face of incredible adversity. However, individual parts can be as fragile as a snowflake. Alex begins to pick his way through the outer parts of Sarah's mind, stepping carefully so as to leave the delicate wisps intact.

He looks for something. A memory. Something to build on. He finds a strand of sexuality and snags it, tugging gently to find where it begins. He follows it back...

"Here, Sarah dearest. Here is where we shall begin. Show me your first urges." The last, a command, as he pulls the memory into dreaming.

I knew I was dreaming, but dreaming over a memory. I was lying on the beach in Southern France – the last day of my holiday. I remembered the day well.

My body was curvier, and I was wearing a bikini – showing subtly this was a dream. A man lay beside me. Not just any man. My ex boyfriend, Jason, who dumped me when I refused to sleep with him. Tall, broad shouldered, black haired and brown eyes, with an amazing six-pack and eyes that melted any resistance. I still had feelings for him, and it was another part of my reason for leaving.

He turned over and gave me a lazy smile. “I’ve got a treat lined up for you this evening Babe. We have an early dinner first”.

My dream cut out the dinner, which wasn’t memorable, and brought me back to the hotel room. It had been an early dinner by our standards, but early enough that I could watch the sunset from the balcony.

After the sunset, Jason took my hand and led me to the bed. Gently, he helped me off with my clothes, and encouraged me to help him off with his. I was still new to all this, and a little on the nervy side.

“Lie down on your stomach. I’m going to give you a massage – help you to relax”, he whispered.

Soon, he was sensually rubbing oils into my back. I groaned a little, relaxing and enjoying it. I knew he had to give massages as part of his job, but didn’t realise just how good he could give them.

He kissed me as I rolled onto my back.

“We’re going to stay at your pace, don’t worry. I just want to show you some stuff, that’s all. Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, and he pulled a small bag out from under the bed. I wasn’t entirely surprised when he brought out a shaving kit. We’d had a discussion the first time he’d seen me naked. I knew his reference was hairless, but somehow it felt unnatural to me. I was more than happy to lie still while he groomed my sex. I enjoyed it too. The gentle touch of his fingers meant I was soon sopping and begging for more.

“I’m just starting”, he promised.

Next, he brought out a bucket of melting ice cubes which he had stashed in the bathroom. He was soon teasing me with them, in between getting me nice and hot with his tongue. I begged him to stop, but we both knew the pleasure and pain was turning me on.

“I prefer to do this to a woman with a blindfold on, and have her restrained” he admitted, as he lay down beside me, waggling his fingers inside me. I was on the edge of cumming by this point, and screamed through an orgasm before he could say any more.

He took his fingers out of me, licked them and sighed.

“I need to talk to you Babe. I don’t know if this is going to work. I suspect my needs and yours are very different. Let me show you something”.

He got out of bed, and crossed the room to his suitcase. Grabbing a DVD, he jammed it into the machine, pressed play and cuddled up to me.

I was shocked as he appeared on screen with another woman.

“This is where I tell you the truth. I’m a porno actor” he smiled.

I watched open mouthed as he repeatedly fucked the woman with all manner of toys and used various forms of bonds and gags. He was clearly turned on by the pain, and was soon giving himself a hand job.

“This is what I need, my love. A pain-loving slut. I don’t think that’s you…”

The dream faded out.

Alex Black - Corrupted Dreams

Alex settles back in his chair, considering what he has learned. "Surprising," he murmurs, "I would never have guessed that she had such raw material buried within." He strokes his clean shaven chin, formulating his strategy. Before long, his mouth pulls back into a wicked grin.

He motions to the blonde girl who still hovers in the darkness between two windows, trying to look insignificant in the hope that she might escape further punishment. She has no such luck. Alex waves her towards the bed.

"Strip her from the waist down," he instructs. The girl looks panicked but Alex merely chuckles, "Don't worry, she'll not wake. Strip her and perhaps I may reward you."

Small hands gently pull down the sheets away from Sarah's sleeping form. Curled to her side, the maid tentatively presses on her shoulder to roll her onto her back. When tentative makes no progress, she tries just a little more firmly, but still woefully short of the effort she needs.

Alex is not impressed. "Girl, when I tell you to do something, you do it immediately. Now stop pussying about and do as I have instructed."

The girl's jaw flexes around the gag as she swallows her fear, putting her small weight into pulling and pushing Sarah into position. The medication in her food and drink must have been some powerful brew for Sarah barely even makes a sound, just continues breathing deeply. Kneeling on the bed, the maid flushes hard at her next task but dare not risk her master's ire any further. Tucking delicate fingers in the waist band of Sarah's pyjama trousers, she tugs and jostles 'til the soft fabric slides past her buttocks and then more easily down her legs.

"No longer a bare pussy, dearest Sarah. We'll have to deal with that, but not this evening I think." Alex licks his lips in anticipation, then motions for the maid to come to his side. He reaches up and behind her head, working the fastening to the gag 'til it comes free. "There, slave. Isn't that better?" The gag falls to the floor but Alex's hands remain behind her head, pulling her closer. Fingers twined painfully into her scalp, Alex holds her face just an inch from his own.

"Now, girl, you are going to bury this pretty little face of yours in Sarah's cunt and you're going to lap until I tell you to stop. But you may not play with yourself and if you cum you will be punished severely. Do you understand?"

The blonde girl nods, not daring to speak, and Alex releases her. As the girl climbs back onto the bed and begins to pull Sarah's sleep-heavy legs apart, Alex's eyes darken once more, searching for Sarah's dream state again.

~ ~ ~

"I think," Alex muses to himself, "we need to work on your compliance. A little bondage is good for the soul."

So he revisits her memory, tracing its lines and weave 'til he finds where he wants to intervene. "There..."

~ ~ ~

The maid has never been with another woman before, though she has given her virginity to her master and seen her master with other women. She knows what to do, even if she has little personal experience. Slipping onto her belly, she feels the soft sheets slide past her pussy lips and is surprised to find them so tender, so excitable. She wants to feel more of that sensation but she dare not bring more punishment down on herself. Instead, she concentrates ahead. Beneath a haze of hair, a woman's sex lies waiting for her. Nervous, her fingers creep forward, tingling as they part the outer lips. Nothing for it, she edges forward and dabs her tongue inside...

~ ~ ~

His tongue flickers inside of her, hot after the painful chill of the ice. One finger probes her wet folds, pressing then squirming inside. He enjoys the noises she makes, both above and below. He presses forward, fingers pushing deeper into her, teasing the walls of her pussy as his tongue lashes her from without.

"I prefer to do this to a woman with a blindfold on," he tells her, all dark whispers and lust, "and have her restrained." Just teasing inside with his fingers, he slides up her body, free hand gliding along her arm. As she arches, stretching out, he slips her wrist into a cuff at the edge of the bed deftly pulling it closed around her. His fingers draw out of her but play over her sex, wet on wet, teasing but not quite enough to bring her to climax. "See, my love, isn't this good for you?" His fingers move to her clit, taunting her to agree. "Give me your other wrist and I'll let you cum, my love."

~ ~ ~

Buried deep in her master's woman, the maid's tongue laps hard and insistently. Finding the nub of Sarah's clit, she runs her tongue around it. Inexpert but energetic, the maid works her mouth hoping that she might be released from tormenting this woman sooner if she can extract an orgasm from her. She feels her own sex rubbing damply against the bed, nipples teased by the sheets below, but she fights to keep her own relief at bay. Working harder, faster, she needs this woman to climax or her master to release her... soon...

The dream came into being again.

Jason was back between my legs and lapping happily. I sighed blissfully. If I could sustain this part of my dream, I’d enjoy it.

"I prefer to do this to a woman with a blindfold on," he tells her, all dark whispers and lust, "and have her restrained." Just teasing inside with his fingers, he slides up her body, free hand gliding along her arm. As she arches, stretching out, he slips her wrist into a cuff at the edge of the bed deftly pulling it closed around her. His fingers draw out of her but play over her sex, wet on wet, teasing but not quite enough to bring her to climax. "See, my love, isn't this good for you?" His fingers move to her clit, taunting her to agree. "Give me your other wrist and I'll let you cum, my love."

I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down with ease.

“No, no. You’re going to lie back, relax and enjoy the experience. I promise you, Babe, I won’t hurt you. I just want you to see what it’s like. You trust me don’t you?” he smiled, still keeping his voice dark and lustful.

I didn’t understand. My body was begging to cum, but my head was screaming NO!

He lifted his fingers up and showed me my juices.

“See? You need to learn to listen to your body, my love. I’m listening to it, I know what it wants, what it needs. It’s singing such a beautiful song right now. It just needs a few more notes. The notes will come when I restrain your other arm. You know you want to. Stop listening to your pretty head and listen to your body,” he whispered.

“I can’t, I can’t,” I cried. “You want this now – what’s next? Going all the way and having sex? You know how I feel about that. I’m saving that for my wedding day. And what if you hurt me? You know I have a very low pain threshold.”

He looked up at me, genuinely hurt.

“Babe, I gave you my word weeks ago when we first saw each other naked. Have you ever known me go back on my word, my love? All I want to do is help you find the sexy woman hiding in there. Your body’s begging to let go.”

“OK, OK. I’ll even wear the blindfold. But you hurt me or fuck me and I swear I’ll see you jailed” I moaned.

He hadn’t stopped teasing me with his fingers, but now, beaming, he gently pulled out. Taking great care to be gentle, he slipped my wrist into the other handcuff and blindfolded me.

“I won’t even cuff your legs. I put one foot wrong and you can kick me. Just lie back, relax and enjoy it”, he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.

Moments later, I was enjoying the most intense sexual feelings ever. It was as though someone was doing it to me in real life rather than just a dream. I was being tongue fucked still, but I was also getting nice surprises of a nipple tweak here and there. I couldn’t hold back, and exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm.

The dream faded out again….

Alex Black - Beginning Preparations

The blonde maid, Lisa, feels the tremble of orgasm through her lips and tongue, sexual juices trickling down her chin onto the bed. A part of her heart sings at the achievement, never having done this to a woman before, but her face is tired and she wants to stop. She dare not. She can feel her master's eyes watching her bobbing head, buried in the folds of his victim's pussy, and she knows that she must continue 'til released or be punished for the transgression.

Despite the faint ache, she can feel her own wetness rubbing against the bed, teasing her. Her master has always said he liked her heightened sensitivity but just now she wishes she felt much less as focusing on her sex just brings the sensations into focus, makes her want her own release even more.

It feels like minutes but really just a few seconds, Alex coughs lightly, "You may stop now, slave, and come here."

Agitated, excited, Lisa slides off the bed leaving Sarah's legs splayed, her wet lips spread to the room. She wishes she had just another minute, wishes that she had not be so expressly forbidden, wishes that she could reach her own orgasm. She clasps her fingers together in front of her so she can keep control of them and resist the temptation to stroke herself to completion.

Alex stands, looking fierce, almost angry, gaze locked to Lisa's. "You've been told about that, haven't you?"

What has she done wrong? What mistake has she made? She clasps her fingers tighter, nervous, even slightly scared at what might happen next. It isn't Alex who rights her mistake, however. The chamberlain glides over and slaps the blonde maid a stinging blow to her rump. "Release your hands, slave. You are may not hide your dripping cunt from your master." Another slap, harder than the first, draws tears to Lisa's eyes. She snaps her arms to her sides, biting her lip to hold down a flood of tears. She thought she had done well and to be punished regardless...

Still holding her gaze, Alex quietly commands her, "Spread your legs." She complies, but he urges just a little more. She feels her pussy lips part, still holding her hands to her sides for fear of making some further mistake. Then, more confusingly than before, Alex steps forward, sweeps a hand behind her head and pulls her lips against his, his tongue lashing her mouth. Belatedly, she realises he isn't kissing her, he's tasting the other woman's juices from her mouth. His tongue stabs this way and that, taking where it pleases. Knowing that she can only stand there and acquiesce, she feels violated, as though he rapes her mouth with his tongue. A tear rolls free down her cheek and when he steps away her eyes cast down, hurt in silence.

Another slap, harder again, to the other buttock. She gasps but the chamberlain grabs her by the hair, "You thank you master for his gift, slut."

Head wrenched back painfully, Lisa gushes franticly, "Thank you master for your gift."

The hand in her hair withdraws, leaving her chest heaving like a panicked rabbit. "There," the chamberlain tells her in a voice dipped in venom, "that's better, isn't it. Now away with you, slave, and leave our master to finish here in peace."

Just short of tears, Lisa remembers a half bow to her master and then flees the room, small bosom bouncing wildly in the cool air.

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Alex watches the maid retreat quite absently, not really paying the enforcement much heed. Instead, he feels his prey's sex on his lips, mixed with the maid's saliva. He savours the scent, quivers slightly at the erotic intoxication it invokes, lost for a minute to a world of sexual chemistry.

"My lord," the chamberlain questions gently, "should we continue with the preparations?"

Her words snap him from his reverie. "Yes, yes," he mutters, irritated, "get on with it."

"Yes, my lord."

Alex takes his seat once more, only idly watching as the chamberlain takes a couple of vials and a pewter bowl filled with a clear gel from a tray held by his butler. He watches, really not seeing his staff, just their effects on the woman lying in a drugged sleep on the bed. The gel she works with first, applying it liberally to Sarah's legs and buttocks, rolling her around in the bed for easier access. Finding her own amusement in the activity, the chamberlain takes just a moment to tease at Sarah's anus, swirling a gel-laden finger around that tightly puckered hole. She considers pressing further but senses that her master would prefer to break this himself. So possessive, these demons.

In between Sarah's toes and over the soles of her feet, more gel. Quickly, the gel sinks into her skin, cleaning away the wetness and scents of sex that spread there. Lastly, she draws her attention to Sarah's nethers. Wiping the gel from her fingers on a clean towel, she reaches for the larger of the two vials. Uncorking it, she takes a gentle sniff though she need not lean too close. The liquid within smells like bottled electricity and the chamberlain shivers bodily at the scent.

"Bottled sex," she whispers as she pours the contents onto Sarah's exposed pussy. "You're very lucky to have this, girl." Her lips pull into an evil smile, "Well, in a manner of speaking." Her fingers sweep the liquid over each lip, around her clitoris, and even press just inside her, though not too deep. Again, she knows she must leave this for her master. Another circle of Sarah's clit, still sensitive from the maid's recent ministrations, the chamberlain then rights the sleeping woman's legs and slips her pyjama trousers back on. She pulls up the sheets, douses the candles and, as Alex withdraws from the room, closes the curtains once more.

Lastly, in the gloom, she uncorks the other, smaller vial and waves it under Sarah's nose. "That should make you feel suitably unwell tomorrow. No escape for you..."

Quietly, the door to Sarah's chambers closes and it is almost as if no one had been there at all.

“Good morning, My Lady” I hear being spoken softly, far, far away. “My Lady?” the voice speaks again, and I am aware of being shaken this time.

Slowly I open my eyes, and a maid comes swimming into view.

“My Lady? Are you alright?” the voice speaks again.

“No, I don’t feel right at all” I admit. It comes out in a croak. I try to sit up, thinking better of it and lying down again.

The maid hands me a mirror.

“I think you’re coming down with something My Lady, there’s a rash on your face” she explains, showing me my face.

I look at my reflection. I have a purple rash on my neck, and I can barely speak.

“I’m so tired, and not at all hungry” I croaked. “Would you explain the situation to Lord Black, and arrange a doctor for me?”

I didn’t even see her response, as I fell asleep again before she had chance to reply.