"What Price Success?" ( closed )

This is a closed thread for Tristesse and CG Raven, read along and enjoy.



In a modern world where we are taught to rely on ourselves evil often goes unnoticed and therefore thrives in the shadows, the shadows where things that go bump in the night, still exist. This is the story of just such a creature and the innocent young Miss that encounters him.

Ghostly tendrils of clouds streaked across the night sky. Long curling fingers reaching out to grasp the pale virginal moon in her flight, slowly curling around that luminous. damsel of the night sky, to imprison her and drag her down into a dark realm where no light shines. He sat perched on the eve of an old Cathedral, his weathered continuance resembling one of the stone gargoyle’s. He had, had, many names down through the long corridors of time. He was as old as time itself, his head cocked, his pointed ears listening for the forlorn cry in the night, and his nostrils flared to catch the sweet sent of innocence on the night air. Golden eyes flared with interest, his long vertical pupils, as back as his soul, narrowed in concentration, then slowly a wicked grin creased his face as he inhaled,

Ah the smell of sweet innocence.

The desperate young beauty’s cry carried on the black wind of night to his ears.


He spread his leathery wings, catching the night wind, joining the ghostly fingers that raced across the night's sky, to ensnare the young innocent, her sweetness filling his nostrils, so rare in this age, and yet so intoxicating. He joined the black night wind to raced from shadow to shadow in his flight.

Madison Freeman

Madison finished her last song; her back ached from sitting on the uncomfortable stool supplied by the bar and her fingers were slick with sweat on her guitar strings. Few people had really listened to her, preferring to talk and laugh, rather loudly. Only one customer, a man, seemed transfixed, watching her closely, not taking his piercing eyes off her even when he drank his beer, but she noticed he never applauded.

She acknowledged the spattering of applause graciously and slid off the high stool. Disconsolate, she put her guitar into its case and stacked her sheet music on top, closing the lid with a snap. She still had a long bus ride home – IF she could get to the stop before they stopped running for the night. She accepted the meager pay from the barman and hurried out into the humid night, her guitar seemed heavier than usual.

She just made the bus on time, scrambled aboard and slumped into a window seat gratefully. Why was life so hard? She’d been an A student, a good daughter (apart from refusing to go to university as her parents had wanted.) She studied relentlessly for years and knew she was good. She was sitting looking out at the night blankly when she felt someone slide into the seat beside her. She shifted her guitar case to make room without looking at the other passenger.

“You’re a fine musician?” A deep voice said. Madison looked at the passenger who had taken the seat beside her and recognized the man who had watched her so closely in the bar.

“Thank you.” She sighed wearily. “I just wish more people thought so.”

“That dump where you played tonight! What do those bozos know?” The man said.. .”You should be playing in classier joints than that, making hit records even.”

“I know and I’d love to but I just can’t seem to break through My manager does her best and I am getting better known but it’s SO slow.” She shifted her guitar and gave another dispirited sigh. “I’d give anything to make it big.”

“Anything?” He asked leaning forward and looking into her face. “Fame at any price?” Madison considered for a moment, yes, she’d sacrifice almost anything.

“Yes! Absolutely anything. I’ve worked my ass off to perfect my art, I deserve a break!” She said decisively.

The man smiled and reached over to casually flip the label attached to Madison’s guitar case. She didn’t notice as he memorized her address. “Well, you just might get your wish. Here’s my stop. Be seeing you.” And he was gone leaving a faint but distinctive waft of aftershave.

“I’d give anything to make it big.”

The night wind brought her sweet young voice to his ears. He was a hunter of the night, a beast that craved the sweet taste of innocence, he hungered to consume that innocence to turn her to a dark path, to awaken the young innocents natural passions and then to pervert them. Their conversation that had caught his attention, his interest peeked, the creature eagerly listened, hidden in the dark shadows of the night.

“Anything?”…………………………….“Fame at any price?”

The man questioned her.

“Yes! Absolutely anything. I’ve worked my ass off to perfect my art, I deserve a break!”


“Well, you just might get your wish. Here’s my stop. Be seeing you.”

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He was fumbling with his key for his posh Soho flat, he never heard the silent night wings, the midnight velvet wings that enfolded enfolds him, his lust for the dark haired beauty, their casual meeting on the bus, had sealed his fate. His memories flowed in a slow agony from him to the creature, as his life ebbed away…………..long wavy brown hair,…………large grey eyes,…………….her mouth is a little too wide,……………Her form supple, firm, sensual, and oh so ripe for the plucking.

Madison Freeman

The last though of the man as the dry husk of his body slipped from beneath those velvet leathery wings.

Madison Freeman and her address. Again the creature took to the night skies air, her aroma, fresh, and so innocent, filled his nostril’s. It fleeted from shadow to shadow across the night sky of the city, flying to that address.

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It came to rest on the widow sill of the little walk up flat. He watched as Madison prepared for bed, he reveled in the supple form of her young body, his eyes drank in her beauty, with a patient born of a timeless being, he waited for the young woman to enter that half world between waking and sleep a world where he was master. He stole from the shadows, fluttering from shadow to shadow till at last he hovered over the girl’s sleeping form, he turned back the sheets, her innocence calling to him, and his lust for her growing. He bent and his hot moist breath stirring the hair at the nape of Madison’s neck.

“………………..anything to make it big…………………..“Yes! Absolutely anything."

Madison’s words of earlier that night came back to her.

“Then take my hand and follow me.”

A darkly seductive voice called to her, then slowly out of the shadows a form began to take shape. That form was vaguely familiar to the young beauty, as the creature took the shape of the man she had met on the bus. He was older, darkly handsome, eyes of midnight blue, hauntingly classic and powerful in form.

“Come join me and all that you wish for will be yours.”

In her dream the dark stranger led Madison to the window sill and then out on to the night wind and he showed her all that she desired. He let the young beauty revel in her dream, bathe in the success she so longed for, and tempted the young innocent with her most secret longings of her own innocent pride.

“All this can be yours and will be if you sign with a new manager Monsieur Noir de Lumier”

“………………..anything to make it big…………………..“Yes! Absolutely anything."

“If you mean it and pay the price then you shall have your success.”


And so he left Madison to her dream till she would meet Monsieur Noir de Lumier on the morrow at the seedy little club she was booked in.

Madison Freeman

Madison trudged wearily up the worn stairs to her apartment on the top floor of the Brownstone. She was bone tired but just had to take a shower to get rid of the stale beer and smoke smell in her hair and on her skin.

She dropped her battered guitar case on the floor inside the door and headed straight to the bathroom, shedding her jeans and shirt as she went. The hot water helped her relax and she yawned as she toweled her long hair dry.

The room was hot and humid and, although the night hadn’t brought much relief she threw open the window as wide as possible hoping to catch a breeze. It was too hot for nightwear and she lay on the bed with just a sheet covering her.

She let her mind drift back over the evening, to the man in the bar who had watched her so intently and then appeared beside her on the bus. She had felt an instant attraction to him – he’s old enough to be your father.” She remonstrated with herself but their conversation came back to her.

“You might just get your wish.” Had he been a promoter, a manager, someone to give her a leg-up?

As she drifted off she felt the breeze warm on her neck – no relief there – and she thought she heard the soft sound of wings. Vaguely wondered if a bat could have found her window but she was asleep before she could follow that thought.

In her dreams the darkly handsome man – the one who had talked to her on the bus – called to her. “Take my hand.”

She grasped the proffered hand and followed him as he drew her to the brink of her window, the lights of the city below them. Then suddenly they were airborne, floating effortlessly and seemingly naturally in the warm night. Madison felt supremely safe by the side of this man.

He took her to a plush bar where the crowd watched, rapt, as a girl sang and played on the stage. It was her! but this Madison was more sophisticated and worldly, more at ease and confident.

Then the scene changed, as it does in dreams, and they were in a huge concert hall packed with people all chanting her name. Madison watched herself walk out of the wings, arms filled with flowers and still more fell at her feet as the audience tossed them to her. She was smiling and happy – successful!

Next they joined a throng of young people – mostly males – crowding around a girl, clamoring for her autograph, her attention, for her to smile in their direction. She heard the deep voice of her companion close to her ear.

“All this can be yours if you sign with a new manager, Monsieur Noir de Lumier”

Then he was gone, fading into the dark with a soft rustle of -- something. Madison turned restlessly in her sleep. More dreams consumed her, dreams of the life she could only dream of, riches, looks and fame, but her companion from the dream had told her it could all be hers.

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Madison woke just before noon, her bedroom was stiflingly hot and she refreshed herself with a cool shower. She lay on the bed, still wet and rehashed the strange dreams from that night. How strange that she would dream of the man from the bus, he had been very attractive, true, but it was such a vivid dream.

As she remembered his presence, Madison allowed her hands to caress her body feeling its curves and creases. She closed her eyes and imagined them to be the hands of this handsome stranger. As if on their own they traveled to her full breasts and cupped them, the nipples responding.

Madison saw his intense eyes on her naked body and a hand found the dampness between her thighs. Her fingers – his fingers – probed and stroked in the slickness until she was arching with moans of pleasure. At the brink of coming she let him pull her back over and over again, seeing him smile as he did.

Finally, when her breath was coming in gasps and her body was slick with sweat, she let herself reach a climax as she imagined him watching her. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had while masturbating. It left her limp and she lay for an hour or so drifting in and out of a dream state until hunger drove her to dress and go down to the Deli for food.
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She bounded into the almost empty bar and gave Brad, the bartender, a kiss on his cheek.

“What’s got you so chipper?” He laughed, touching the spot on his cheek where the pretty girl’s lips had lingered.

“Oh! I just have a feeling something great is going to happen soon, I just know it.” Sang Madison as she unpacked her music and set up on the pokey little stage.

The crowd started to thicken and Brad signaled her to start her first set of the night. She began with “Scarborough Fair” but the drinkers took no notice. She sighed, but the feeling of joy never diminished, she still had that wonderful sense of expectation. She was tuning her six string between songs when she looked up and there he was!

He had stayed there in the shadows, which seemed to linger in the corners of Madison’s room even during the daytime hours. The young beauty’s hair was splayed across her pillow, her supple body, glazed in sweat arched to her own touch. The girls’ long delicate fingers explored her own sexuality as Madison hung on the edge of that neither world between waking and sleep yet in neither, as the afternoon shadows lengthened to caress the dark haired beauty his fingers became one with hers. He delighted in the living warmth of her. The soft velvet feel of her inner thighs and with that touch he could feel Madison’s lust for success and that lust would be her undoing.


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The soft haunting strains of “Scarborough Fair” slowly filled the dingy bar. He sat there in the dark corner secluded from the bright spot light that bathed Miss Madison Freeman. Their eyes met through the Smoke filled room his held hers for a moment. Then he settled back into the dark recesses of the corner. Taking pen in hand he scribbled a note on the back of a bar napkin.

Miss Freeman,

I am quite impressed with your voice and stage presence. I believe that you may, if you are willing to work, have a future as a singer. If you are interested please drop by after work.

I know that this is very forward of me but I am only in the city for a day or so.

M. Noir de Lumier

Enclosed with the note was a calling card

Monsieur Noir de Lumier
De Lumier Talent Agency
123 Grantham Park


“Barman please give this to the young Lady.”

Brad handed Madison the note on her first break but the dark stranger had slipped out.


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123 Grantham Park was a three story gothic town house that sat by itself and the entrance was through an iron gate that led to a small garden and a large oaken door

His ears picked up the young innocent’s soft tread, then the soft knock on the door.

“Enter”

Madison

Madison's heart had missed a beat as she read the note scrawled in an elegant hand on the napkin. That name! That was the name of the manager in her dream. She carefully folded the note and tucked it into her cleavage looking around for the dark haired man. He was nowhere in the bar.

It was very late but he had said after work. In a moment of extravagance Madison hailed a cab and gave the address. ”123 Grantham Park.”

The taxi driver looked at her in the rear-view mirror. “You sure you got the right address?” he asked. “It’s a toney piece of real-estate is that.”

“Yes, absolutely.” She insisted. “123 Grantham, please.”

He dropped her off outside the impressive wrought iron gate. She pushed it open and approached the front door. She barely knocked at the door and a voice – seeming to be close to her ear – said. “Enter.”

She pushed the heavy door open and found herself in a large hall with a wide staircase curving away to the second floor. At the top of the stairs stood a tall figure in a brocade robe. He was silhouetted against the lights behind him and Madison couldn’t make out his face. Slowly he descended towards her.

The foyer was furnished in the fashion of Louis the 14th, opulent yet tasteful, and they where not reproductions. Noir stood at the head of the stairs, the light behind him placing him in shadows the scarlet brocade robe clung to his figure, flowed with his movement, more a part of him than an article of clothing. The Dark Stranger seemed to float down the staircase, his midnight blue eyes searching out Madison’s doe gray eyes, his gaze held hers captive as he approached. Those dark eyes had taken in every detail of the young beauty’s attire, the deep cleavage of the simple white blouse, the neat skirt, daring yet not to daring, their was an understated sensuality to her.

“Enchante de faire votre connaissance Madmosielle Freeman”

His lips brushed the back of her hand. He was the man that she had met on the bus last evening, yet some how he was not.

"Come Chere we need to speak of your future."

Noir took the young beauty’s arm in his and led her to his study. He led Madison to a chair that was set in the middle of the room, then took a seat behind his large oaken desk. His office spoke of wealth and power, it to was furnished in the French Baroque style.

“Madmosielle Freeman, Madison I am a creature that gets right to the point you have the voice, the Looks, and the stage presence to become as success, or if you prefer a star.”

Noir casually stood pouring to brandies, he turned to Madison and handed her a snifter, and the look in his eyes left no doubt that he expected her to drink with him.

“Madison……………..to be blunt though you will not succeed doing old material, you need to write, to do songs based on your life, what you feel not what others have felt.”

They talked quietly as they sipped the brandy then Noir asked out of the blue.

“Madison will you do anything to make it ?”

He did not really wait for an answer but taking a virginal white silk scarf from his desk her walked behind the dark haired beauty.

“I will now blindfold you Madison, don’t move, and don’t say a word, just feel”

Madison Freeman was sitting Blindfolded in a complete stranger’s house, then his voice was in her mind, or was it at her ear.

“You did say anything didn’t you Madison? You may answer Chere.”

The Brandy sat like fire in her empty belly and she felt the warmth spread to her limbs and face.

"Madison will you do anything to make it ?”

She sat unprotesting as Monsieur Noir de Lumier tied the silk cravat over her eyes.

She hesitated and he coughed impatiently,"Yes " she said hurriedly in a small voice. She strained to hear every movement, every rustle of his brocade robe.

Was this some sort of exersize to heighten her awareness, she wondered. She could hear him open drawers or cupboards and the rustle of his clothing.

She gripped the ornate arms of the chair and waited.

,"Yes "

Madison’s voice was a soft almost breathless whisper that trip hurriedly over her full ripe lips. Noir stood there for a moment studying the frightened young beauty, her innocence so intoxicating, her fear so palatable that he could taste it, his dark soul drinking it all in and savoring her sweetness. The creature of the shadow world knew this young beauty’s body longed for the sensual he had felt it, touched it in her apartment earlier when his fingers joined her as Madison had masturbated, but this time it would be different.

Noir de Lumier now began to play with Madison’s mind. For several minutes he let her sit there the room utterly silent, then the random opening and closing of drawers, from one cupboard he removed a riding crop and silently laid by her chair. Casually he let the scarlet robe slip from his shoulders and his leathery wing unfold, Noir almost sighed with relief. Though just a few moments had passed he knew it must have seemed like an eternity to the blindfolded beauty, then his hand swept aside Madison’s long silken tresses and he softly kissed the nape of her neck. Then the young beauty was alone again.

“Ummm so sweet”


The soft sensual voice whispered in her ear, the creature’s teeth nibbling her earlobe his hand sliding down Madison’s shoulders to cup her firm young breasts to boldly roll her stiffing nipples under his thumbs. Then the young innocent beauty was alone again in her world of darkness.

Next he slipped the shoes from her dainty feet to suckle each of her toes in turn, and yet again the dark haired beauty was left alone, for how long she could not know. Hot moist butterfly lips climbing up the sensual curve of her calve, teasing tonguing and nipping behind her knee. Then Madison was alone again.

“Miss Freeman, Madison be so kind as to remove your blouse and bar, do not remove the blindfold.”

Noir waited breathlessly would the young innocent do as she was told or would she rebel?

“After all Chere you did say anything so……………………..?”

Madison was startled when she felt the kiss on her neck. Was this part of teaching her to be sensitive, to feel?

"Mmm so sweet!" his soft, deep voice almost inside.

Then she felt lips nibbling, tasting her. Hands cupped her breasts and rolled her stiffened nipples almost painfully. No-one had ever done that to her before and she felt a flood of moisture beween her tightly pressed thighs.


There were, what seemed like, long periods when he left her alone in the room - but, then again, she felt his presence, watching her.

He took her shoes off and she felt him take each toe into his hot, wet mouth, suckling on each one noisily. Again, she felt the flood of arousal with the unfamiliar sensation. His lips travelled up her calves to her knees. She fought the desire to open her legs wantonly.

"Be good enough to remove your blouse." She heard the command an in an instant realised that this was not a lesson from her new manager but part of the price she would have to pay for success.

Silently she started to unbutton her top. Surely all he would want is to see her naked breasts, what harm in that? Her white blouse fell open and she let her hands fall back to the arms of the chair.

Her unbuttoned blouse revealed a white half-cup bra and the goosebumps of fear - or was it arousal?

“Miss Freeman, Madison be so kind as to remove your blouse and bar, do not remove the blindfold.”

Noir’s voice was as soft as velvet caressing Madison’s ears, yet tinged with iron leaving no doubt in the innocent young beauty’s mind that this was not a request but a command. He watched as little beads of sweat broke out on the girl’s brow the moment’s hesitation before her long delicate fingers shyly went to the first button of her virginal white blouse. His soft kisses seductively sensual touches had this young innocent aroused, he smiled as the sweet sent of her innocent nectar filled his senses.

With each button that surrendered to the dark hair beauty’s trembling fingers she took another step on a road that would lead the unsuspecting woman child to a world she could not even imagine. Madison Freeman’s blouse fell open, her hands falling back to the arms of the chair. Noir smiled as his eyes feasted on the gentle firm curve of this rare innocent beauty’s breasts, a white half-cup bra, which accentuated the girl’s firm breasts rather than hide them, the little Goosebumps, where they from fear or an awakening aerosol? It made little difference to Noir for either served his purpose just as well. His hands cupped Madison’s as her drew her to her feet to stand in her stocking feet before him. Tenderly but most definitely his hands slid the frightened girl’s bloused from her shoulders to flutter to the floor, did her breath quicken? Was there a tinge of crimson that kissed her innocent cheeks?

“Madison I did tell you to remove your blouse, and bar and you did not”

There was sharpness to his voice even though it remained velvet soft, deep lost some where between baritone and base almost mesmerizing.

“Chere I will give you one more chance, remove your bar, and your skirt, and stockings now.”

Noir paused he let his words sink in .

“Or Miss Freeman you may dress and continue your lack luster career the choice is yours my dear, success or more of the same dirty dingy clubs of the past.”

Madison's throat tightened as the man's voice became harsher. She allowed him to pull her to her feet where she stood uncertainly.
"...bra, skirt and stockings. NOW!" She caught a sob in her throat. This was not what she had been. expecting but - in the back of her mind - the promise of instant success and the dread of continuing on in virtual anonymity drove her.

She unzipped the skirt and let it fall to her ankles. To give herself time she stepped out of it and carefully folded it. The man snapped his fingers impatiently and she hurriedly unhooked her bra letting it fall free of her pale breast with their tight pink rosettes.

"Stockings." Noir propmted and she inhooked them, rolling the down her long legs.

Now she stood before the imposing man in only the blindfold and her flimsy white briefs. She crossed her arms over her breasts modestly and waited for the next command nervously.

You can do it! she told herself.what ever he asks you can do it

Now Noir circled her, appraising her - like a prize stallion thought Madison.

Noir de Lumier watched with intent interest as Madison Freeman now faced her first real test. What would she pay for the success that she craved, lusted for? After a moment’s hesitation, her delicate fingers slid to her trim waist, the rasping sound of her skirt’s zipper was the only sound in the deadly silent room. The shy bend at the waist, the dip in her knees, as her hands worked the reluctant skirt over the swell of her hips, to cascade down her long sculptured legs to pool around the shy young beauty’s ankles. Noir was well pleased with his innocent little beauty as she demurely stepped from her discarded skirt to scoop it up and fold it in a most prim and proper manner. Though he reveled in Madison’s humiliation, an impatient snap of his fingers brought the desired results, as the frightened dark haired beauty quickly shed her lacey bar. Noir loved her pale firm breasts, their tight pink rosettes, and taunt nipples. The creature of shadow thought to himself how truly unnecessary that garment was in Madison’s case, but time was wasting, a sharp rebuke to encourage the young beauty and in just a few moments the young innocent stood naked before him except for Madison’s flimsy white briefs.

Noir circled his trapped little beauty, trapped by her own driving need for success. He studied Miss Madison Freeman standing there her arms crossed modestly over her breasts; she was so young, so innocent of the ways of the world, so ignorant of the existence of the pure evil that she was now confronted with. Noir fingers entwined in Madison silky tresses, he snapped her head back, the alluring Miss Freeman’s neck arched back in a sensual curve. His lips crushed to hers, his tongue slid over the frightened girl’s full ripe lower lip, and then demanded entrance into her warm, moist, sweet mouth. His mouth demanded hers to respond, he would not let her stand their passively, his tongue, sensually danced with his young victim’s. When he broke that sensual kiss Noir nibbled on her earlobe and whispered in a deeply seductive voice.

“Chere drop your hands by your side.”

The creature of the night, spun the young innocent around to face him, again he claimed her lips and mouth, butterfly kisses, floated down the seductive curve of Madison’s neck, a nip and sensual tonguing at the hollow of the young beauty’s neck where her life force, throbbed just below the surface of her silken skin. Noir de Lumier teased and pleased Madison’s breasts, his tongue circling the girl’s tight pink rosettes, rolled first one nipple then the other along the ridge of his pallet. Noir delighted in each little response he wrung from the innocent young singer.

Now his light butterfly kisses floated lower down across Madison’s flat abdomen, pausing to tease her naval with the most seductive tonguing. The creature hooked his thumbs in the waist band of the trembling beauty’s flimsy white briefs, his sensually seductive kisses follow the retreating garment, down over his willing victim's firm rounded derrière, down over Madison’s alabaster thighs, down the long sinus columns of her legs, till at last the young innocent beauty was totally naked in front of Noir de Lumier. Slowly he straitened his hot moist breath stirred the downy fleece of the trapped beauty’sVenus Mound after what must of seemed an eternity to the innocent dark haired beauty Noir's tongue flicked out and he began to feast on the girl’s innocence.

Madison reluctantly dropped her arms to her sides and tried to breath evenly even though she was truly afraid now. She tried not to stiffen as Noir spun her to face him and pressed his mouth to hers. She resisted his tongue, but – oh - she wanted it in her mouth. It snaked past her teeth and caressed her own tongue seductively.

She stood as still as her trembling legs allowed as Noir mouth traveled over her breatsts making the nipples achingly erect. He knelt, allowing his kisses to cover her abdomen and she closed her eyes as she felt him slide her panties down her thighs and off.

She knew he would be able to smell her arousal and she put a hand out to steady herself on his shoulder. He seemed to be inhaling her scent, she could feel his hot breath on her thighs.

Suddenly she felt his tongue – such an incredibly long tongue – snake in between her labia. She gave a gasp and tried to push him away but his hands held her tightly to him. She gave a despairing cry and tried to step back but his grip increased painfully and he growled threateningly as his tongue probed deeper still.

Madison stopped fighting and felt it enter her, in spite of her fear she moaned with pleasure at this new and seductive sensation.. She was a virgin and her hymen blocked the way. With a hiss of frustration Noir pulled away from her.

He crouched before her smiling. “You’re a virgin, Miss Madison?”

“Yes.” She whispered

“Not for long!” he said rising to tower over her and. slipping his hands under her arm, he pulled her to him, lifting her effortlessly off her feet. He crushed her lips to his and this time she responded helplessly.

The modest resistance to his advances the soft sensual moans of desperate pleasure the beast of the night wrung from the innocent dark haired beauty. Noir reveled in the moans that slowly turned to sighs, and gasps as his tongue grew to fill and trill the young virgin. He knew every little secret spot of the young beauty for Madison’s own fingers had shown him when he joined her in the half dream world when she brought herself the forbidden joy her young vibrant body craved.

“You’re a virgin, Miss Madison?”

”Yes”

Madison shyly breathed, more than spoke, her confession. Noir de Lumier smiled as he knelt there, the alluring young beauty’s cheeks kissed with a crimson blush.

“Not for long!”

Noir’s voice a deep seductive whisper. Slowly he rose to take the young beauty in his arms, effortlessly lifting the petite beauty off her dainty feet to claim her sweet mouth, this time she responded helplessly, lost to her lust for success, and betrayed by the passionate needs of her own youthful body.

Their tongues danced in a dance older than time itself, Madison’s mouth sweeter than summer wine. She was in Noir’s arms as the creature of the night shadows carried his young victim to his bed chamber. He laid the breathless beauty on the plush feather comforter slipping the silken scarf from her eyes. His dark mid-night blue eyes captured her pale Doe gray eyes and held her transfixed as a snake holds a bird paralyzed its gaze. He wanted her to see him, feel him as he took her virginity from her. The beast spread the trembling beauty’s alabaster thighs to again feast on her innocence, her torture the young virgin awakening her natural sensuality, driving the young beauty to the edge of the abyss. Noir held Madison there until her body quivered with need, his teeth nibbled at her passion engorged clitoris, then he breathed deeply drawing a cool stream of air across her feverous clit pushing the alluring Miss Madison Freeman over the edge of the abyss to be engulfed in a tidal wave of passion. The creature wrung several violent orgasms from the calmly young beauty. Her supple body bucked and withered, his eyes held Madison’s as he mounted her, entering where no man had been before. He took her, ripped away her virginity, her chastity, to claim her young body. He was the Master , her supple form the instrument, and he played the girl like a Master.

Noir de Lumier would addict the young beauty to a world of unimagined pleasure and then pervert that pleasure till she was his to command, he would bind the young innocent to him body and soul.

Madison’s confusion was immense. The over-riding desire for personal success was now tinged with desire for the mysterious Noir. His kisses had set her on fire and his hands were gentle, firm but gentle, as he laid her on the big bed and removed the blindfols.

She gasped in awe at the naked figure before her. He was tautly muscled and perfectly proportioned but what caused her eyes to widen was his large and very obvious erection. She met his dark eyes and his gaze held hers fast.

With out breaking the eye contact he reached down a spread her chastely closed legs wide with only slight resistance. Her labia unfolded and revealed her arousal, Noir slowly moved his eyes down her body to where her swollen nether lips glistened with desire.

Oh! How she wanted this man. She knew she would be sacrificing her virginity but if it meant he would help her then it was worth it and Oh- she wanted that spear the jutted from his loins inside her most secret places. She squirmed – not in embarrassment as she would have before she had met the compelling M. de Lumier – but in frustrated desire.

She let him drink in her naked form unashamedly and moaned as he leaned in to lick her inner thighs, first one side then the other. She raised her hips to him, he hands resting lightly on the dark hair and his teeth grazed her prominent clit. With a cry she came instantly and felt the liquid gush of her arousal spill from her.

Noir breathed on the wet lips and looked up to watch Madison come yet again. She writhed in ecstasy on the bed and felt orgasm after orgasm flow through her. He didn’t seem to be touching her but it felt so good. She opened her eyes when she felt the bed dip as Noir climbed on to be with her.

He stretched his taut body the length of hers and Madison felt his rigid cock graze her legs. In fearful anticipation she opened her legs wider, offering herself. Their eyes locked and she felt the scalding tip, soft yet hard, press to her. At first the rigid member slid between the fleshy lips easily then met the same barrier Noir’s tongue had met.. With a grunt and a thrust he broke through and sank into her warmth.

She screamed only once at the pain when her hymen was ruptured but as Noir continued to parry and thrust, pleasure over came pain. His body above hers felt perfect, she knew she would come again and again before he withdrew. It was like a drug, the feeling of being wound up like a spring and the blissful release at his hands.

Greedily she wrapped her legs around his trying to keep him in her. He was raised above her, his arms straight, supporting him and his hips thrusting into her so violently it pushed the air out of her lungs in grunts. He looked down at her flushed face and tousled hair and smiled as he started to climax in her. For a split second Madison saw a very different face from Noir’s, an unspeakably evil face, but when she blinked and looked again she realized it had been her imagination..

He lay above her as his orgasm dwindled and she could feel his – still hard – cock twitch in her. Each twitch caused a mini-orgasm and she moaned softly.. If this is what is expected of me to achieve success I don’t mind paying at all. she smiled to herself into Noir’s neck.

She screamed only once as her virginity became nothing more than a memory of her pass life. Madison greedily wrapped her legs around Noir trying to keep him in her. Her young supple body craving the pleasure that he had shown her, slowly their slow dance of love built to a wild crescendo, with each thrust ever deeper, his heavily laden sac slapped against the girl’s puffy labia. Noir’s body suddenly stiffened as his lust exploded deep in Madison Freeman’s virgin womb. Hot scalding passion filled the young beauty. His rampaging cock twitching and with each twitch the girl was engulfed in another wave of passion. For only a moment his guise, of the handsome dark stranger wavered, the face of the questing beast of the night plainly seen and fear filled the young girl’s doe gray eyes. Then again he was the dark handsome stranger.

The inhuman creature of the night made love to Madison for three hours till the girl was totally spent her supple body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, her eyes heavy with passion and pleasure. All Madison could do was moaned softly and gasp with the pleasure he gave her, a wanton lust for that pleasure.

Each night the beast would take her, love her, as few woman are loved, till her young body craved his touch, and the unimaginable pleasure he brought her.

Each night he would whisper to the sleeping girl the lyrics to songs, hum the haunting melodies of the night wind, as she drifted in that half world between sleep and waking. Then during the days she would work on those songs, record them and soon her career was attracting attention.

The first layer of Madison’s innocent had been stripped away. The young dark haired beauty asked about concert dates and Noir would say.

“Not Yet!”

Then one evening he took Madison to a new room of the house, a brightly lit sound stage, a mini concert hall, and led the girl into a brilliant circle of light, Madison stood there in that glaring light that would let her hide nothing, and then he backed into the shadows.

Dance for me Madison…………………make it sexy………………… let me see how you move.”

The room was filled with a dark sultry melody. Noir watched as the girl supple body began to undulate to the rhythm of the night wind's music as she danced.

“Remove your clothes Madison…….make it sexy..........make everyone want you…..tempt them Madison…….make them lust for you!”

His voice again dark, husky, mesmerizing, disembody coming from the darkness beyond the light, his words not a suggestion but a command.

After her initial night with Noir it was agreed Madison should move into his huge mansion. She had an entire floor to herself but he made it clear from the start he would have access at all times, night or day.

Nights were filled with lessons in love, passionate, animalistic love; slow, romantic love; such love and lust but he always left her craving more.

Days were filled with such inspiration Madison amazed herself. It really was true, Noir was giving her the power to create. She wrote avidly, tune after tune, knowing they’d be hits. Hour after hour she practiced her guitars, tireless in her drive but always in the back of her mind she held the thrill of the night with Noir that awaited her.

One evening, as she lay limp across Noir’s prone body, his shrinking organ still embedded in her, she asked. “Can we start setting dates for concerts? I’m dying to try out some of the songs I’ve been writing?”

He pushed her off him roughly. “Not yet!” was all he said as he rose and left her, his seed seeping out of her.

One day Noir had given her specific instructions on what to wear that evening. She found the clothes set out for her on her bed. A skirt was so short it barely covered her ass and the top had a zip fastening down the front. The underwear was just as revealing but she dressed carefully.

She looked at herself in the long mirror. She didn’t look like herself at all, she looked like a slut but Noir had told her what to wear. When she appeared in the dinning room he seemed to approve and after supper he took her hand.

She followed him to a room she hadn’t seen before. Behind the heavy door was a sound studio with a low platform. Spot lights lit the stage brightly and Noir lead her to the center.

“Dance for me Madison - make it sexy - let me see how you move.”

A beat started followed by sultry music that made Madison move naturally to it’s rhythm. She swayed her hips and closed her eyes, enjoying the music. Noir’s commanding voice startled her.

“Remove your clothes Madison - make it sexy - make everyone want you, men and women - tempt them Madison - make them lust for you!”

When she opened her eyes he had stepped back into the shadows and she could no longer see him. Awkwardly at first, she started to unzip the top. “ Tempt them. “ he had said. She coquettishly looked out to where she though he might be and played seductively with the zip, moving it down to expose the skimpy bra and back up.

Finally she unzipped it and let it slide down her arms and off. She reached back to unclip the bra but Noir barked from the shadows. “Your skirt next!”

She undid the button and zip and let it fall slowly over her hips, turning her body, swaying her hips and caressing her breasts as she did. There was no sign of Noir and the music filled the room.

When she had stepped out of the skirt she unclipped the bra but kept her breasts in the cups, her hands holding it in place. She slowly let each breast spill out, the nipples obviously hardened, and played with them. Gradually, as the sensations spread through her and the music intoxicated her she forgot where she was.

She imagined rows of men and women gazing fixedly at her, silently willing her to expose her body to them. She caressed her breasts and down over her taut belly until her fingers slipped into the flimsy fabric of the briefs. She slid them down slightly, swaying her hips as the music picked up speed.

She bent forward with her back to where the imaginary audience would be. They would see her tight, rounded ass cheek spread to reveal her the rosette of her bud and the smooth labia below like a soft pink clamshell. She grasped her ankles and rotated her hips to prolong the view, she wanted them to want her.

Now totally naked she writhed and twisted in a sexual frenzy. Suddenly the music stopped and she stood still blinking in the harsh light. “Was that all right?” She asked timidly. No reply. “ Are you there?”

From the shadows came the crack of a whip. Madison flinched and covered her breasts with one arm and her pudenda with the other hand. “Drop your hands!”

She did, and stood in the pool of light trying to hear where Noir was, what he was doing. She looked like a child, her toes turned in slightly, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. It seemed an age before the light was suddenly extinguished and she was left standing in total blackness.

Noir de Lumier, creature of the shadows, watch as the young beauty’s hips began to sway with the music of the night. Madison was awkward at first and it took several sharp rebukes before his Little Pet allowed the melodic fingers of the night wind’s song slowly take control first of her mind, and then of her soul. The innocent dark haired beauty’s hesitant dance slowly built to an erotic frenzy. Madison’s supple body, a tempting picture ,as the girl shed her clothing. Her blouse fluttering away from the light into the darkness, the scandalous skirt, cascading down her long sculptured legs to pool around her trim ankles. The alluring young beauty’s delicate fingers sensually played across her youthful body, Madison’s doe gray eyes took on the fire of a temptress as the last of her sensual garments, where shed, leaving this rare beauty swaying naked in the harsh light that allowed nothing to be hidden.

“Was that all right?”

The young beauty’s voice was a timid, breathy, whisper, her firm breasts seductively rising and falling as her lungs fought for air, a fine sheen of sweat coated Madison, shimmering in the harsh white light, and only a deafening silence greeted her

“ Are you there?”

Madison Freeman’s voice was tinged with fear when suddenly the oppressive silence exploded.

CRACK

Fear flooded the young girl’s eyes, she flinched and covered her breasts with one arm and her pudenda with the other hand, Noir could taste the dark haired beauty’s fear and something else, something sweet, some dark hidden longing that called to his dark soul.

“Drop your hands!”

The timid little beauty did as she was told, her eyes demurely down cast, Madison’s looked like a child, a very alluring and very beautiful child, every man’s darkest fantasy, her toes turned in slightly, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. Time dragged by as this woman child stood there in all her naked glory, the harsh light of her new reality bathed her until the velvet darkness enfolded the girl.

CRACK

The stinging kiss of leather caressed Madison’s taunt nipple. There was fire in that leathery kiss, then nothing but the velvet darkness.

CRACK

The leathery caress of the alluring beauty’s supple firm breasts, the leather sensually caressing the girl’s breasts, and there firm upturned contours.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,

The leathery kisses danced across Madison Freeman’s flat abdomen working lower and lower to dance in the dark fleece of the trembling girl’s Venus Mound. Now out of the velvet darkness soft seductive kisses replace the sting of the leather, as the Master of the Night Wind forced his young beauty to her hands and knees. Noirs mouth, lips, tongue and teeth brought the pleasure Madison’s body craved, every never in the young beauty’s body alive, on fire as Noir de Lumier mouth claimed her soft pink labia, his tongue probed Madison’s dark forbidden rosette, sensually seductive kisses bathe his young victim’s back, hot moist breath stirred the stray wisps of hair at the nape of the girl’s neck, a kiss so tender at the divot at the base of Madison’s spine, and a long sensual lick up the young girl’s back that ending in his nibbling her ear lobe.

Fingers entwined in the dark lustrous mane of her silky tress. Madison's neck arched back as the beast of the night used the girls own hair as reins, his ramped cock claiming her sweet pussy, she the mare he the night stallion. Noir de Lumier took the young beauty there. Their coupling savage, erotic, and his words of praise ringing in Madison’s ears. He praised her beauty the wild way she made love, and how pleased he was with her, Noir’s soft seductive words like fingers of mist entwining the young girl’s mind a will slowly bending her will to his.

Standing in the total dark Madison tried to adjust her eyes. She could hear the whisper of movement. Was it close by or across the room? She was disoriented.

Then, with a sharp crack, she felt a stinging blow to her breasts. Noir de Lumier used the Beast’s night vision to pin point the very spot that would give his prey the most pain, the most arousal.

The first hot kiss of the leather crop elicited a gasp from the unprepared girl but she made no attempt to fend off the blows, she left her hands at her sides. The darkness seemed to thicken as she waited, the burning of her nipples somehow causing an orgasm to build.

Then a series of non-stop cracks burnt a trail over her body. She cried out, not on pain but amazing pleasure and threw her head back. Her legs threatened to give way under her and just as she was sure she would fall she felt soft, cooling kisses follow the burning, reddened path.

Noir’s hands caressed her back then pressed her to her knees and over on to her hands. Madison waited, in this submissive pose feeling vulnerable and yet wanting what surely must come.
Sure enough, Noir’s tongue pleasured Madison as only he could do.

In fact, in the safety of the darkness, Noir felt secure enough to allow The Beast to take over. The hands that caressed her felt rougher than before and the nails far longer. The breath on her glistening labia was scalding and the body against her back as he pulled her head back by her hair felt hairier than it should but, in her ecstasy, Madison hardly registered this.

With no guidance or preparation The Beast drove his massive cock into Madison.

It was almost as if she was losing her virginity all over again such was the pleasurable pain. Over and over the girl received the huge organ, The Best wrapped his massive hands around her waist and lifted her onto his cock, pulling her to him as he drove into her.

Madison lost count of her orgasms. Noir seemed to know the exact angle at which to hit her G-spot. And his staying power was incredible. In Noir’s voice The Beast whispered to Madison, tender words praising her beauty, her lovemaking, her talent.

Then, as abruptly as it had begun, it was over. Seemingly with out climaxing, Noir withdrew from Madison letting her down to lie limply on the dais. The lights slowly brightened to a low glow and soft music began to play.

Madison must have slept because the next thin she knew she was in a huge bed and the sun filtered through the gauzy curtains. She turned her head and saw the dark hair of Noir on the other pillow. She was sharing his bed!

A thrill went through her. Along with the tingling flesh from last night she felt an acceptance, a strange gratitude. For what? She had lost herself in this man’s lust and now she felt helpless to deny him anything. He, in turn, seemed addicted to her and denied her nothing also – except to perform her new tunes in public.

As if wakened by her thoughts, Noir stirred beside her and turned to claim her once more. This time her took her from above, slowly and almost gently, his dark eyes locked to hers. He allowed her three climaxes before joining her in her fourth. The two of them crying out joyously as they came together.

In the after glow Madison wanted so much to ask once more about concert dates but she remembered his reaction last time.

As if reading her thoughts Noir said.
“Tonight I’m going to take you to an exclusive club and introduce you to some fine musicians. They know the ropes like no one else.” He tenderly stroked a strand of hair from her eyes. “I want you to look particularly sexy, Madison. Give these guys a treat. I’ve set out what I want to see you in.”

As she showered that evening to prepare for the dinner date, Madison went over what Noir had said. The clothes he had set out were indeed sexy, a short, tight black Spandex dress that would cling to every curve. The neckline would not allow for a bra and Noir had neglected to put out any panties. She selected a pair of silky black briefs and added them to the clothes on her bed before heading into her shower.

When she emerged, towelling her hair, she was startled to see Noir sitting on her bed. He was ready for the dinner in an evening suit and silk shirt and he wasn’t smiling.

“What are these?” He asked holding up the flimsy panties between finger and thumb as if they were dirty.

“My underwear for tonight.” Smiled Madison sitting beside him.

Without warning Noir brought his hand down hard on her still damp thigh. Tears of shock and pain filled her eyes.

“Did I tell you to add anything to the ensemble?” His eyes seemed to pioerce her.

“No” She whispered

”Tonight you will pay for your presumption.” He said rising to leave. “Now – hurry up and get dressed.”

Noir that evening stripped away another layer of Madison Freeman’s innocence. She had danced to the kiss of the leather, reveled in its embrace, her young supple body’s orgasm was violent even before The Dark Master took the young beauty like the wild savage beast that was his essence, and she had been more than willing to welcome him into her sweet nectar soaked body. Noir had been the beast his guise shed in the velvet darkness.

The bright sunlight made his Little Petglow, a shy contented smile was on the young girl’s full ripe lips as she woke in his bed. A smile creased his lips as he crushed his to hers and took her again and again till they came in the most violent of climaxes. Even as the sweet beauty withered and bucked in the Dark Ones arms he was all ready planning her next Little Adventure.

“Tonight I’m going to take you to an exclusive club and introduce you to some fine musicians. They know the ropes like no one else.”

Noir de Lumier Had, as was his custom, selected Madison’s ensemble for the evening festivities and as usual it was scandalous, a short, tight black Spandex dress that would cling to every delightful curve of Madison’s supple, seductive figure. The neckline dramatically plunged, precluding the young beauty the modesty of a bar. He was impeccably dressed sitting on the edge of the girl’s bed as the dark haired beauty came from her shower toweling her hair.

“What are these?”

His voice dripped with sarcasm, he never heard Madison’s reply, and his hand came down hard, leaving a crimson print on her still damp thigh. Neither her tears nor her words moved Noir.

”Tonight you will pay for your presumption.”


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The club was defiantly Bohemian and very decidedly private. The who’s, who’s of the music industry was there and all eyes where drawn to Madison as she entered on Noir’s arm. They where guided to a small table by the dimly lit stage, several legends of Roc, Rap, and Folk had preformed when the harsh spot light illuminated Madison.

Miss Madison Freeman will now perform an original work of hers…..Ladies…and Gentleman………Madison Freeman

There was a hush in the room as Noir encouraged his young protégé to take the stage. The crowd loved her, gave the young innocent a standing ovation when she had finished and demanded an encore. Noir had given his Pet the first taste of success she craved and he had promised to her. His angry words of earlier that evening seemed to be forgotten…….. ”Tonight you will pay for your presumption.”… as he praised Madison’s performance


The evening wore on, the guests began to leave till it was only Madison, Noir and the three musicians that had played for the young beauty. They where large men dressed all in black, huge menacing men with an other world quality to them.

“Gentleman let me introduce to you Miss Madison Freeman”

A wicked smile spread across Noir’s dark face.

“Madison these are the Hounds of Hell my dear and I do believe you need to show them your gratitude.”

There was a momentary pause and then Noir de Lumier pushed the young beauty into their waiting arms.

“Gentlemen Madison is yours for the night enjoy her.”

His lips brushed the frighten girls in a tender kiss.

“Ma Chere deny them nothing I shall be watching”

They lifted the young girl over their heads bearing her to the stage, set her on her dainty feet and then shoved her from one to the other, hands and nails ripping handfuls of the captive beauty’s dress from her supple form till Madison was naked. They bound the helpless young beauty to a four poster bed, which seemed to appear as if by magic. Spread eagled, all her naked charms lewdly displayed for the trio, there hands, and mouth feasted of her the dark harried beauty was totally at their mercy.

One mounted Madison his cock sliding into her tight little pussy, one feasted on Madison’s puckered nipples, while the other’s cock brushed her full ripe lips. So Madison’s night of sex and debauchery began. Noir would join in later as his little pet would please all comers this night. The price of disobeying him, and Madison Freeman would pay that price with her body and soul..

Madison dressed carefully not wanting to arouse Noir's anger again. When she descended the wide stairs to join him she looked radiant. Her long loose hair fell to her shoulders in a glossy curtain and her pale skin contrasted starkly with the black dress.

She was uncomfortably aware of the lack of panties under the short skirt but knew she looked stunning. That fact was confirmed by Noir's unsmiling approval.

"Tonight you will pay...." His threatening tone made her shiver as she remembered. How would she pay? More lashes? The idea aroused her strangely.

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The club was quite sumptuous. Compared to the dingy bars Madison was used to, this place was a palace. She looked around in awe at the assembled crowd. What it lacked in numbers it wowed her in that several famous musical personalities were front and center.

She watched in awe as some of the stars strutted their stuff only feet away from her. Then, as the spotlight focused on her, her heart leapt when she realised it was her turn.

She sang and played as never before. The songs she had written brought the audience to their feet. At the end of her set they clamoured for more but Noir indicated it was over and Madison, elated by her success, rejoined him at the table.

Several of the luminous stars approached the table hoping to talk to this new discovery but Noir politely refused them. He seemed pleased with his protoge and Madison wondered if he had forgotten his threat of punishment.

As the hour grew late people started to drift away until only Noir, Madison and the musicians who had backed her remained. Even the barman had quetly melted away.

Noir formally introduced Madison to the imposing trio. They might have been brothers they were so alike. Suddenly Madison realised that Noir was giving her to these huge men as payment for their time to use as they may. "Deny them nothing..."

Tears of humiliation stung her eyes but they grabbed her greedily tearing her dress to shreds. Once she realisecd they intended to ties her to a bed which had suddenly materialised, shhe started to cry. "Oh no! Please!" She begged but the men silently went about their individual desires.

She was penetrated where, so far, only Noir had been. She wept to think it was no longer exclusvely his. One of them forced his erection into her lips, silently indicating she take him in. Knowing Noir was watching, she did. Sobbing she felt their hands and mouths on her. Helplessly she came making her humiliation complete.

When her mouth filled with cum she was so revolted she gagged and spat it out. Noir was instantly beside her. "What kind of gratitude is that?" he asked indicating to the three rapists that she be untied.

He flipped her limp form and pulled her to the edge of the high, old-fasoned four poster. her upper torso remained on the bed but her hips, at the edge of the mattress, let her legs hang down.

She knew the four men were standing there looking at her undignyfied position. Suddenly she was plunged into darkness as one of the slipped something over her head.

Behind her, unseen, the four figures morphed from their earthly personas to their real beings. Noir's beastly form was awesome and his companions looked on in awe at his physique. All four were naked with cloven feet and massive calloused hands. Only Noir sported a tail which swished audibly.

In the deafening silence Madison aaited the lash but The Beast had other plans. His hands caressed the globes of her ass, parting them temptingly. He nodded at the demon whose cum Madison had so rudely spat out.

The monster took his hugely erect organ and placed it on the rosy, puckered bud.

The beast of the night, Master of this young innocent’s dream reveled in her tears of humiliation. Her piteous whimpering for mercy elated his black soul.

"Oh no! Please!"

The Hell hounds took their pleasure from Madison’s supple young flesh. It was not often that their master allowed them to feast on one so innocent. When the terrified young girl spit the offering of one of the men from her violated mouth, Noir was livid.

"What kind of gratitude is that?"

His voice accusing as if Madison was an ungrateful child. Things began to happen rapidly now, bounds where loosen and the stunning young beauty was shifted around like a rag doll, a most sensually beautiful rag doll, they flipped her supple young form, pulled her to the edge of the mattress. Madison’s firm breast where crushed into the sheets, her hips, and firmly rounded derrière obscenely displayed for their pleasure, the girl’s long athletic legs spread wide. Roughly they secured a latex hood over Madison’s head, the dark harried beauty, now deprived of her sight, deprived of her hearing, the mouth piece was zipped shut so all the trapped beauty could do was make little mewing sound.

Madison Freeman was left there in the silent darkness, deprived of all her senses except the sense of touch and smell, for what must have seemed like an eternity to the trapped little beauty, as time became meaningless.

The four figures morphed from their earthly personas into the fiendish monster that they where in reality, Noir's beastly form was awesome and his companions cowered in awe at his physique, and power. Rough scaly hands caressed the globes of the whimpering little beauty’s ass, parting them temptingly, exposing the girl’s last vestige of her virginity, her dark rosette, now tightly puckered in fear. Noir nodded at the demon whose cum Madison had so rudely spat out; its long clawed finger almost lovingly massaged the young girl’s dark rosette worming its way into Madison most forbidden passage. Noir’s own finger slid within the trembling girls sweet puffy labia, lubricated by her own sweet nectar, to massage her sweet spot that he knew all so well, deep within the moist silken warmth of the humiliated young beauty’s vagina. One demon began to suckle Madison’s toes in a most sensual manner. Another hands played over the girl’s soft silken skin, teasing, pleasing, and tempting her. The last demon sensually kissed every inch of Madison Freeman’s body. Each beast was a master of the sensual, of seductive temptation, and they plied their art on the young girl’s sweet tender flesh, Tempting the young dark haired beauty to surrender to the sensations that engulfed her. When Madison’s puckered neither ring had been stretched, Noir pressed is enormous cock passed the girls last barrier of Madison’s virginity. He popped into the dark forbidden, buttery, depth and stilled till the thrashing young beauty became accustom to his size and invasion of her most intimate passage, and then he took the last bit of Madison’s virginity.

The other demons took their pleasure from the young beauty, one feasted on her sweet pussy its tongue doing devilish things to the girl, two other’s placed their iron cored cocks in her dainty hands, and the last unzipped the mouth piece of the latex hood to claim the young innocent beauty’s nearly virginal mouth.

The pain as the rough fingers probed the only place she still felt sacred was aweful but Madison bore it silently. However when The Beast entered her the howl emitting from the hooded figure on the bed was inhuman.

The four creatures grinned and grunted as they took their pleasure from the semi-conscious girl. They used every concievable orifice even unzipping the mouth opening in the hood. Madison was too shocked and traumatized to scream and even if she had, no one would hear except her tormentors.

When the three musicians were drained and exhausted the used the last of their energy to morph back to earthly form. The Noir beast lingered in his true body wondering if he should reveal himself to his play-thing.

He though better of it and, with one last probe of his snake like tongue into her vagina, he slowly took on the appearance of Noir once more.

In the darkness of the hood Madison was once more in a turmoil of conflicting feelings. The pain of being anally penetrated had faded as it had when Noir took her virginity. She had twisted a writhed, but in pleasure. This time, when a cock was poked into her gasping mouth she had sucked greedily, swallowing the cum as if it was nectar.

Her hands had carressed the hardened shafts until she felt the cum splash on her. In part she did all this to please Noir who was becoming her reason to live, but also because she craved the sensation of being used.

She sobbed at her humiliation and yet she felt elated as the demons' cum cooled on her flesh and burned inside her.

Noir gently removed the hood from the weeping girl. He gathered her into his arms, kissing her moist face as tears mingled with sweat. "Come now. It's over. You have more than made up for your transgressions."

Madison let her head drop to the broad shoulder and felt safe once more. She closed her eyes as Noir carried her to a stool and carefully set her down. He wiped the drying cum from her breasts and arms but he could do nothing for the pain as she sat.

He walked round behind Madison and she felt something warm and soft engulf her body. Looking down she realised Noir had wrapped her in an exquisite fur coat. He gathered it to her and picked her up once more saying. "For you, you've earned it, Madison Freeman."
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Back once more in Noir's mansion he ran a deep, warm bath for her and helped her step in to the foamy water. "Shall I join you?" He asked, smiling down at her.

Pain, horror, humiliation, the plaything of the creatures of the Night, Madison was the sacrificial victim to their lust. Her mewing, whimpers, of humiliation soon became mewings of sexual arousal. Noir was pleased as his Little Pet soon became a willing participant in her own rape. He smiled as the young dark haired beauty greedily sucked each cock presented to her full ripe lips, gulping down the demon seed. The way her dainty hands brought the beast to full climax, her soft supple skin glistening with their seed and her own sweat. In the end Madison even pushed back to meet Noir's powerful thrust as he raped her virginal ass.

"Come now. It's over. You have more than made up for your transgressions."

His voice was soft as was his touch, he consoled the young girl, as if all that had taken place was some how Madison’s fault. Then a little barb, a quietly cruel cut; an exquisite fur coat, in the guise of a gift.

"For you, you've earned it, Madison Freeman."

As cruel as Noir had been now he was again the tender lover, enfolding the humiliated girl in his arms, comforting her, taking the broken beauty from the scene of her rape to the security of his mansion.

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He drew a warm bath, and lowered Madison’s bruised body into the soothing waters.

"Shall I join you?"

The Master of the House dark midnight blue eyes smiled down into her tear stained doe gray eyes as he slipped his clothes from his body, to settle in behind Madison. Noir fingers deftly braid her dark silken tresses into a tight French braid. His lips softly brushed the nape of her neck in a tenderly seductive kiss. His massive hands soaped the rough terry wash cloth. The Beast in man’s form began to massage the aching muscles of the unsuspecting beauty’s shoulders. He eased Madison forward to scrub her back, his hands where forceful and gentle at the same time, lulling the innocent beauty into a relaxed dreamy state. The tips of his fingers, grazed the side of her breast and then flittered away. When Noir had finished with her back he eased the dreaming beauty back against his chest, the rough, soapy cloth cleaning ,massaging her shoulders. The soapy rag began to work maddeningly lower, down across Madison’s throat, lower still to her aching breasts and nipples, where Noir de Lumier paused to tease and please the young beauty, awakening, rekindling the fires of her passion. Lower and lower that maddening delightful cloth moved down across the now trembling form of this rare beauty, down across her taunt, flat, abdomen, to finally cup her Venus Mound and tantalize her rose pink labia.

Noir would not give his Little Pet release till she begged him. The Master of the Night wind would strip away another layer of Madison Freeman’s innocence.