Fantasm

Fantasm

SO’s “Mesmer” – Chapter One – Intrusion

After years away I’ve continued my writing with a new tale. One of disturbing themes and perplexing madness. A couple are interrupted in the throws of passion by an attack on their home. Assumptions are shattered as the young man, Maelki, finds himself in a nightmare too vile, and too bizarre, to comprehend.

Fantasm

In The Belly Of The Beast

Her body was lithe and deadly, tight in all the right places and long. She gave the definite appearance of a cat as she walked into the room, the grace of her steps, the power of her muscles. There was nothing that was not feminine about her, she oozed the sensual glory of a woman but she was also as deadly as she was beautiful. That’s what made them want her.
The leather of her outfit hugged her form tightly and outlined her in a most amazing way. The neckline plunged to the waist revealing the swell of her breasts but not the nipple. Buckles and clasps, all bright chrome held it in a perfect tease as she walked. The legs and hips, like they were painted on showed every twitch she added to her step.
She was, by all accounts anyone had ever heard, quite nice. No one had anything bad to say about her but, people also had little to say about her. Men who lusted her knew little more then her name. Women who glanced at her with catty stares knew little more then they were no longer even in the same room as far as the men knew. But he knew her name and who she was. He knew a lot about her.
She paused and leaned over in an exaggerated stance to pull her thigh high boots taut, she glanced across the room at her. He was smiling at the display she was putting on. He knew it was for him but neither had to say it. He just watched her and smiled and waited.
The men came up to her one by one and in small clutches of insecurity. One liners and compliments meant little to her. They spoke to her look, to the outfit, to her cleavage but not one spoke to her. They thought they knew so much, they knew so little. In fact, all they knew was her name, Destiny.
So much in a name, they would say. We are destined, was another starting point. So many bad puns, so many failed attempts. So much wasted effort. She smiled and was pleasant and spoke to them but said very little. They seemed far more content talking about themselves anyway. She let them puff their chests and thump their dicks and try to sound potent. She smiled and nodded, in her mind, much like you do with small children.
All the time he stared and smiled and waited. She hated that he was so damn smug. So sure she would find her way to him but, she knew she would too. She looked over at him, brushing back her long brown hair and took a good look at him. He raised his glass to her and drank the contents down, a tiny amount dripping down his chin. He slowly slid his tongue out and licked away the red wine and smiled again. She shivered without meaning too, feeling very much that he had just tasted her.
The throng of men and several women had closed in around her and she lost sight of him. They chortled and clucked for her attention but she was over them now. She politely slipped between them, the crowd stayed in tact for a few moments as though they had not noticed their prey had eluded them.
She looked for him and saw him walking to the door, long black riders coat swirling about behind him, almost like wings as he walked. At first annoyed that he was leaving her, she then noticed, her purse was in his hands. He knew when it was time to go and was walking out, knowing she would follow.
She strode after him, smiling and feeling rather aroused. It was odd, the one who did not via for her attentions was the one who would so intrigue her. His hair draped down over the collar of his jacket and as he turned to look at her, he peered out through several renegade strands. His eyes, almost golden in color, almost brown, but something else entirely. His head slightly dipped as he looked, the shadows across his eyes deepened their effect and the gaze went through her like a lightning bolt.
It was in that instant that she realized what she was so enamored with in him. He was, in short terms, as dangerous as she was. That look was pure hunger and she was the main course. She felt her skin go flush as he looked at her, not smiling, but almost devouring her. Every nerve ending came alive just from a glance, she hurried after him.
He walked slowly until she caught up and then handed her the purse without a word. He looked at her and smiled, she opened her mouth to ask him questions but didn’t. Her voice failed her, she just smiled back. He chuckled and reached out and touched her cheek gently with a leather clad hand and smiled. She suddenly felt warm all through and stopped wondering and followed.
He walked out to the parking lot to a bike. A big, new Indian Chieftain motorcycle, top of the line, cherry red. In contrast, the saddle bags were old and worn, the seat well broken in like a saddle. The bike looked old and new at the same time because of it. He threw a leg over and straddled it and waited. She took a deep breath and walked up.
“My name is. . .” she didn’t get to finish.
“Destiny.” He finished for her. “I know.”
“And yours is?” She asked in a quiet small voice, “Please.”
“Wouldn’t it be a kick if it was Fate?” He asked and grinned.
“Really?” Somehow that idea made her heart leap.
“No.” He shook his head. “My name isn’t Fate.” She felt somehow disappointed. “My name is Angel.”
She grinned from ear to ear and stepped up to the bike. Swinging her leg over she snuggled up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist as he gunned the metallic beast to life. “Nice to meet you Angel.” She whispered, half to him, half to herself.
The bike was like a living thing. As he gunned it, it roared and thrashed about and leapt to life and raced down the road. She held him tightly as the wind tore at her. His hair swirled in the breeze and seemed to hold her back, keep her safe as they raced along. The beast screamed under them and they shot through the night. It was only then that Destiny realized, she had no idea where they were going. She was just along for the ride.
They went past the business area of town and well past the residential area as well. The bike just roared and carried them almost like they were flying. The world flew by her and she wanted to scream, it felt so free, she felt like she was free.
The warm summer air whipping by at 60 miles per hour was a bit chilly and her nipples pressed against her leather outfit and made her feel touched as they drove along. She allowed her hands to play with his chest and hips a little, to feel him, to feel the power in his form. The more she touched, the more she became aware of her own arousal. Just touching him made her feel weak. She loved it.
He allowed her hands to roam over his body and then under his shirt. He smiled and shook his head. He could feel her behind him, pressing tighter against him. Her hug growing more and more pleading as they drove on. He enjoyed being stroked, being touched, being explored. Feeling her hands on him, feeling her want…her hunger. He knew he had made the right choice.
As they entered the industrial area of town he slowed and took several turns. Winding down the rough roads he urged the bike one way and another, smoothly sliding between the pot holes left from the heavy trucks that went through here on a daily basis. The air smelled of oil and grease and machines, Destiny looked around and the entire world seemed to be one huge never ending machine.
The smell, ordinarily offensive, had a weird effect tonight. It seemed cold and inhuman and yet, sexy. The sound of the beast under them was lower as their speed dropped and she could hear occasional bursts of sound, machines screaming in the night. It was like it was all alive and they were interlopers.
He turned the bike into a short drive that ended in a gate, a big steel gate over chain linked fence. The only sign was a huge Keep Out sign posted on both halves of the gate. She made a little whimper in question and he patted her hand and gunned the bike into the gate. She screamed as they hit it and the gate flung open with a metallic pop and sparks flew from the shattered chain.
The bike was big enough to plow through it, heavy enough to give them nothing more then a momentary twitch as it roared and powered forward. They were in a factory yard, huge pipes stacked all around. bales of wire and piles of steel beams lay on the ground all about them.
He pulled the bike up to the building, she was afraid for a moment he was going to smash through that door too. Instead he stopped and cut the engine. The silence was overwhelming. The beast died as easily as it had come alive and the distant sound of the machines in the night was like a jungle serenade.
“I feel like I’m in a different world.” She said out loud without realizing it.
“You are.” He replied and slid off the bike and offered her his hand.
“It’s like. . .” She was gazing around her at all the steel and pipes and beyond at the other living factories and smoke stacks and lights. “It’s like alive…all alive all around us.”
She slipped off the bike and without realizing it clutched herself to him. “Welcome to the belly of the beast baby…”
She looked up at him, fear showing in her eyes. “It’s OK baby. You’re with me, you’ll be fine.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently and she felt better. It was then she actually realized how much taller he was then her, at least 6 inches. She felt so tiny next to him, so safe. She smiled up at him and went on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek.
He took the saddle bags and slung them over his other shoulder and with his arm around her, guided her to the door. Reaching back into the saddle bags, she expected him to bring out the key to the door, instead he had a pry bar in his hands. She was suddenly afraid. Was he some sort of thief or criminal? Oh shit…what had she done?
He laughed watching her expression and then kissed her forehead again. He slid his arm from around her and pulled a key ring out of his pocket and produced a simple silver skeleton key. Surely that would not open the door, no lock used those any more. He turned to the door and slid the key into the lock and there was a swooshing sound and a groan and the door swung in. He placed the pry bar on the floor blocking the door from closing again and blocking out the light it let in.
They entered hand in hand, the darkness inside daunting in it’s entirety. It was like a complete lack of light…more…like light was drawn out of it…like it was anti light.
“Don’t be afraid…I’m here.” His voice, so deep and soothing as it washed over her. She took a deep breath and they walked in.
“Where is this and why are we here?” She asked in a hushed whisper, afraid to speak louder for fear her voice would awake the darkness.
“I told you baby…we’re in the belly of the beast. The deepest darkest place around.” She felt him squeeze her hand for reassurance. “It’s OK, I got the key to the beast, we’re safe, you’re safe. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.”
It should have been terrifying but it wasn’t. She almost felt like she had climaxed at his words. She trembled, the fear more delicious then any kiss seemed to zoom through her body like lightning. She was grinning and trying to remember to breathe. She heard him chuckle and knew he knew exactly how she looked and felt. She tried to speak but couldn’t and then his lips were on hers and they kissed. it was a deep passionate kiss, full of hunger and more. Need, deep aching need.
She took a deep breath as he led her on and tried to gain control of her body again. She could feel her nipples aching as they rubbed on the inside of her leather. She could feel her clit swollen and rubbing the leather of her crotch. It was like her whole body was trying to escape the confines of clothing and be naked for him.
The walked in the darkness and she became aware of a low deep thumping sound. Soon other higher pitched sounds joined it. Rhythmic and steady, it was like drums…or a heart beat.
It grew louder and louder as they walked on, other sounds added to it, machines, living machines. Singing, drumming. A chorus of sounds, a cacophony of thumping and screaming and metallic scraping and groaning. Hiss and clashes and bells floated over it. It was like a symphony.
They stopped and she realized she could sense a wall ahead of them. Her breath came back to her, the sounds seemed to reverberate off it. She heard him reaching out and then she saw his key in the dark. The shadows receded and pulled away from it and the wall almost seemed to melt. They were standing in a suddenly very bright hellish red glow with machines off in every direction as far as she could see. The symphony was crushing now, loud and powerful and invasive, it seemed to be trying to enter her.
“Welcome to the beast baby!” He yelled and she turned to him and saw him in the hell glow. His hair was billowing out behind him and the riders coat seemed to be fluttering like wings. The beast…all around them and he stood there defiant of it.
His words were in her head and he kept speaking to her. “Don’t listen to it baby, you have to not listen. It’s not real.” Over and over he told her the same thing and each time his voice was more powerful in her head. His words drove the clanking shrill of the symphony out until it was just the rhythmic heart beat again.
She looked at him, tears running down her face. What was happening? Where was she? For fuck sake, she was just at a fetish party and now she was in some weird sci fi nightmare and she was with him and she was so lost and she was…
He touched her hair and brushed it back and leaned down and kissed her tears. She snuggled her face into his chest. The more she touched him, the more things were OK. Weird and terminally fucked up, but OK. She sobbed for a few minutes and held him close. It was only after she stopped sobbing she suddenly realized something. His heart beat…it was in perfect time with the steady thumping drum in the air.
She listened to his heart and didn’t know if she should be afraid or not. She wanted to say something but couldn’t. She just pressed against him and allowed him to hold her. She wanted to ask him about all this but she knew, in time he would tell her what she needed to know. For now, she held him.
After several long minutes he kissed her head and lead her to a stair well that led down. At first she was unsure but he smiled and she nodded. Together they walked down and down the metal stairs. The machines all around them until finally they were in a darker place, the pipes and gears and steel was all still and quiet here.
His voice broke the silence and seemed to hang in the air. “He asked the dark, what shall I be when the light arrives and learned that in the light, we are all wear masks and facades. The dark gave him truth. It gave him hunger, need, want, and animal instincts. He asked again then why the light? There was no answer for him though.”
“Sweet Kitty Destiny…how does your garden grow?” He looked at her and she didn’t know if she was to answer or not. “With gropes and leers and one liners and bullshit spread liberally all over you by everyone.” She felt she should be offended but it was basically the truth.
“That’s why you asked the dark to come for you. You wanted to know truth. To know what it is like when all the masks are thrown away and all the facades are toppled. You asked the dark to see.”
“I didn’t ask…” she tried to protest.
He placed a finger on her lips and smiled at her. “Yes, baby you did. With every tease and every taunt and every flirt. You begged the dark baby, you begged the dark to come for you.”
He stepped up and looked down at her, their eyes locked, she could not look away. “Here I am. I came.”
She trembled and shook and wanted to cry. Not because she was so afraid. On the contrary, she was more excited then she had ever been. She was trembling because she suddenly realized, she had asked for it. She had dreamed of it. She had begged for it.
“Take me.” She said in a tiny little voice that seemed to be swallowed up in the air.
He smiled at Destiny and obliged her. His form, as large as he was, was faster than she imagined. He was looking down at her and then she was in his arms, swept off her feet in one fluid movement. He carried her like she was no more then a doll to the steel pipes and gears of one wall. There he set her down slowly so she was leaned face first into them. They smelled of oil and grease and machines and sweat.
She was amazed at the cascade of smells that assaulted her and realized also the smell of her own arousal. The steel felt cold under her hands and against her face, sensual and hard and slick to her touch. She grabbed it and cried out, like her voice just leapt from her. The steel understood and braced her up as she leaned on it and his hands began to slip rope about her wrists.
The rope was rough and harsh to her skin as he looped and twisted it in place. The knots holding her in place and then climbing up her arms to her shoulder until she was harnessed on both hands to the steel. Each knot tightened the one before until she was held fast and could not pull away. She moaned and rubbed her face against the cool steel as she was woven into it’s web.
As he began to tie her legs in the same manner, the rope seemed to slither on it’s own and wrap her like a serpent, climbing her and knotting itself into another harness that held her legs spread and tight against the wall. She was captured, in a web of steel and rope, she was the fly. The spider growled behind her and she began to weep.
Feeling his hair upon her neck and his breath at her ear she wept for him, in sheer joy. She wanted to tell him that she wanted so much to be taken for so long but found no one that understood why or how. She couldn’t tell them, admit to these things. She couldn’t explain what she didn’t understand.
How could she tell someone she wanted reality? Nothing but just pure want and need. She wanted hunger and to be the feast. How could she explain that she wanted the darkness to take her and use her and make her kneel? She couldn’t.
But he knew. He knew what she wanted…no…what she needed. He knew and didn’t have to ask. He knew how to and when to and why to take her. He knew everything. So she gave him tears…and she knew he understood that too.
He let her weep and then kissed her neck gently as she stopped. Held fast and never released, he hugged her with rope and steel and cradled her as she came back. Kisses turned to nibbles. Nibbles became bites. As she stopped weeping, the hunger began to grow. Soon the sobs were replaced by moans as he began, as he bit her and growled and took hold of her hair and pulled her head back to lick away the sweet tears she began to moan a deep thankful moan. He understood…dear God he understood.
His fingers slid into her leather outfit. So little room and yet they slid in easily. She shivered at the touch of his leather clad fingers exploring her body, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her. He made no apologies nor sly efforts to be allowed to touch her. He touched her because he wanted to…because she was his to do with as he pleased. There was no need for games. This was hunger.
The his growl lashed out of his throat. It grew and rose and slashed the air as she felt a blade slash away the right shoulder of her outfit. Claws or blade…it didn’t matter. Growling and biting his blade slashed away the left shoulder. She screamed and shook and begged him for more.
The blade sliced through the back of her leather…peeling away her second skin like tissue paper. The sound of the cutting was so finite…so crisp in her ears. His growl screamed out of his throat and he ripped and cut away the front of her outfit, her breasts free at last. She felt the steel on her skin as the blade kissed her, felt her, explored her.
It dipped down between her legs and licked her pussy and then tore it’s way free, shredding her leather pants. It slid down one leg, the blade dangerously caressing her flesh, licking her all the way to the ankle. She didn’t care for the value of the outfit any more…it was useless. The rope pulled back and allowed the blade to strip her bare. To ravage her and leave her exposed.
His hands ripped away the leather over her ass in pure animalistic rage. He howled and growled and bit her so hard she screamed and came for him. The pain was so exquisite and potent. It penetrated her and she came like fire exploding from her. He was in her…She moaned and cried out to him…thank you…thank you….thank you.
The blade played over her skin, it danced on her, taunted her, flirted with her. She wished it could fuck her. the thought of the blade fucking her was so powerful in her mind…being that violated by steel. She wanted it all…”Please please please please.” She was crying again as she begged for more.
His hands, like fire on her skin, struck fast and hard. her ass burned as he spanked her. She had not expected it but she needed it. She needed to suffer for him. She began to thank him for each spank. Each one purged her clean, it burnt her soul pure again. Pain is the ultimate redemption.
He was kissing her and biting her…one hand in her hair pulling it as he spanked her ass cheeks in turn. The leather of his gloves ripping and shredding in the ferocity of the effort. The gloves fell away and his bare flesh struck her again and again, her ass cheeks burning up. The sound was amazing…the feeling washed in waves into her soul. The fire and pain becoming one until she burned for him.
“Yes, sir please sir more sir…more sir…please let me suffer for you.” She cried and sobbed as she begged him. He once again obliged her. Spanking with both hands, the combined impact feeling like it was driving her into the steel web. Again and again until she was part of the steel web and not just attached.
Then silence. Not in the air, within her. Silence of the soul. Purged and cleaned and weeping and silent. Like the world was gone and she was free. Silent…except for his touch. his touch was a song on her skin. It was the heart beat her ears heard. Rhythmic, pounding, steady, music to her soul.
She pushed her head out against him…longing for contact with him. She rubbed against him and when he touched her face she sobbed and kissed his fingers. He pressed close and said such sweet things. Yes,…she believed him…she was such a good girl. She pressed back into him and he kissed her tears away. Yes,…she was perfect right now…she believed that.
She was in his lap, she didn’t remember being brought down off the wall…maybe she hadn’t been. She curled up and he draped his coat over her. She pressed against him, everything was good now. everything was perfect.
Ian walked into the party. He was good looking by any standard. His clean shaven face so handsome he was almost pretty. The girls watched him, they fawned over him. He saw them gathering to surround him. And then he saw her. She smiled at him and raised her glass to him and drained it…a little of the red wine dripping down her chin…

Read 22299 times |
Rated 46.9 % |
(39 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

Fantasm

Daddy Left Us Home Alone

David Larouse didn’t want to leave his two young girls home alone in the middle of the night. His boss insisted he come in and deal with an emergency that couldn’t wait. He locked the doors and thought things were safe when he drove away. He saw the garage door shut completely before turning the corner.

Fantasm

Tommy Gets his Slave 4

This is a story that exist in a universe where slavery was not abolished and blacks are still property; it takes place in modern times. If this offends or use of the N word offends you then do not read this story.

Fantasm

Ravenous Dream

The better part of this was actually a recent dream that I thought was worth remembering. That being said, even though it is sexual, it isn’t a typical sex story. In fact I think it reads much more like a horror or melodrama. Either way I didn’t want to lose it from my mind. Please remember this is a dream, so in that some portions are going to seem unreasonably weird. I have taken a few liberties with it to make it flow as a story should, connecting otherwise disjointed ideas or story lines, introduction of proper nouns, addition of certain details to make it more appropriate for this venue, the necessities to make it readable. But I have done my best to keep its distortion to what I consider a minimal.
—————————-
Let me start by telling you about Launa. For all intents and purposes Launa is me. She isn’t me in the sense that I live inside her skin and make her decisions for her. But she is made of the same essence as I am. I know her every thought, her every emotion, every whim, need, and lust, regardless if I am with her physically. She is my lover. And despite knowing everything a person could possibly know even about themselves, she still carries a mystique with me. She is very tall, eye level for me, which makes her too tall for a woman by the standards of most; many men despise having to look up to a mate. But I find her height perfect for me. It is so easy for me to get lost in her deep blue eyes, listening to her thoughts, feeling her as an unrivaled compliment to myself. Her hair is made of dark red spirals that reflect both her excitement and danger to me. That life in her is after all also that life in me, and I adore that aspect of her. She is too thin for average taste, mine also for that matter. Had she been anyone else, without her completeness I wouldn’t have given her a second look based on this. But for her it is worn so beautifully. She doesn’t seem to move like people move. Rather than a series muscle contractions that will accomplish her desired task, her movements just seem to flow from her acutely deliberate desires. There is never the slightest hint of an extraneous or unconscious movement on any inch of her body. At any instant in time if you were to paint her portrait, you would have guessed that there was no better pose, she could have never have been more intimate or more flattering.
There is also Ellie, and Ellie is such a gift to me. She too is every bit as much a part of me as Launa; but she carries a uniquely different role as part of our whole. She isn’t my daughter in the sense that I feel Launa is her mother, by this I mean your standard biologic definition. But then again there is no such male figure for her. Launa is her sole parent by classical definition, a result of parthenogenesis if you will. But she is again my very essence and my daughter in every other possible sense. The prepubescent little angel’s hair is very strait and very black; much shorter than her mother’s at only shoulder length. Her pale blue eyes look so beautiful but so sad. Even when she is happy, it makes me emotional just to look into them. It is clear that they hold much more behind them than people would expect from the small frame. Her thoughts and emotions are as developed as that of any adult. Yet her child-like charms and fancies are present, and they pull at me no less. One of her childish qualities that I adore is her love for her pet. She has spider that plays the role of her best friend, her favorite toy, and her own child. Her relationship with her spider is every bit as developed as one could expect between two people, and I do so enjoy the vicarious pleasure that I get through her from it.
We live on an upper level floor, expansive in its own right. There is a single stone fireplace at the center of one wall and a single window on another. The floors are a rich light wood with beautiful texture and grain. The walls and ceilings are in fact the same thing; the wooden planks arch together to form a pinnacle in the center of the room. It is much like living in a nicely polished attic, except there is no feeling that there is anything odd about it.
The scene starts as Launa gets dressed in a stunning red sequined gown. It is sheer dress that barely hangs from her small breast; it almost appears as if it is held up by her nipples alone. But as always, there isn’t the slightest hint of error or uncertainty about her. She knows that the provocative little piece will always wear just exactly as she wants it to. She is ready to leave. She knows I will not be coming, she didn’t need to ask. Tonight for her is a hunt, and my presence would likely interfere with her nefarious intentions. So she approaches me with a fierce open mouthed embrace. As she bites my tongue, my lips, and my neck, my hands admire her body that is so irresistible to me. Feeling her small breast and bullet like nipples through the thin material makes me grow hard, and her long thin fingers make sure to acknowledge that fact. But we know this is just a tease; there is much to be built upon tonight.
As she leaves I turn my focus to Ellie, who though obviously very happy playing with her spider ask me to join her. Of course I sit down beside her on the floor, pushing back her hair away from her face so I could more marvel at her beauty. I feel so happy and sad while looking at her, either way it feels so good just to be with her. We play games like make believe and fetch with a tiny piece of paper and her spider. But it isn’t long until I am becoming more aware of Launa.
Launa has made her way into the party; a rather over sophisticated and pompous environment by my own standards. It is quite a grand house and very self indulgent; I don’t think that would have struck me so bitterly had it not been for the required level of reserve to accompany such a place. Her elegance fit it beautifully though. But we know she isn’t there for your standard social call. She is much more like little Ellie’s black widow who gives the image of being something like her mate. She flows about the large house taking in the idle chatter and great art as she passes. Suddenly, like a breaking tide she slows for some voices from across the room. She picks up on a small group of guys engaged in a competition of braggart style propositions. She turns her head to catch the eye of one the men, and hold it. For three seconds he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t blink; he just stares across the room into her eyes. Then Launa turns and walks on, she has set the bait for The Mark. The men continue to talk, and the proposition that should have been out of earshot, is not so for Launa. The Mark boasts to his friends that he will have her. He is so confident, so egotistical, and so delightfully perfect for the game. With that Launa continues her stride to the balcony with The Mark psychologically en tow. As she slows to the ledge she is met by the pseudo-friendly voice.
“I will have to say that I don’t know that have ever seen anyone that could claim my attention quite like you just did.” He says with a great smile that looks practiced for sincerity.
“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to stare. You looked busy and I….” Launa replies with an equal measure of feigned sincerity.
Interrupting the mark replies, “You need not worry about that, there is just something about you that told me I needed to speak to you right now; sort of like I was meant to. Do you ever get that feeling?”
With a patently calculated glance to the ground before eying the sky, Launa replies “All the time, I can’t imagine all the beautiful order out there without thinking there must be some place for each of us in it also; something other than the rational.”
“A fan of the stars? Me too. Why do you think they have the phrase ‘star crossed lovers?’ The statement itself implies that there are lovers out there that the stars are aligned for.”
“I like that………You seem like a very easy person to talk to.”
They continue on, for some great length. The stars, the paintings, the guests, stories about family members, stories about old lovers; at every turn Launa lays the bait of seeded conversation and The Mark indulges in the elaborate aggrandizement of his own wit. In a few hours he is utterly convinced that she is absolutely fawning over him.
The Mark finally stands close and places his arm around her waist to whisper in her ear, “I am so glad I met you tonight.”
“I don’t want to go home alone tonight…………Can I come with you?” She replies with impeccable candor.
“I was hoping so. I would be honored. Shall we make our way?”
“But didn’t you say your brother was here with you? I know family is as important to you as it is to me, and I would feel horrible if he was left without a ride because of me.” Launa poses.
Not being the least bit suspicious, The Mark replies. “It is no worry he can find his own way.”
“I insist we give him a ride, it would be unconscionable to me otherwise” she says with such direct eyes and tone that he is unable to consider any other alternative.
With that the three leave. The seemingly innocent surface conversations to the brother’s house revolve entirely around Launa learning just how close they actually are, what they had been through together, how much they mean to one another. But as soon as the brother was dropped off the reconnaissance is complete. Launa grabs The Mark by the hair and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her hand reaches for his crotch and his for her breast.
After a brief feel she pulls her head away and orders, “Hurry up and drive.”
As he places the car in gear she undoes his pants, pulling his swollen cock out and into full view. It looks so very large next to her incredibly thin fingers. She slides her fingers across its surface with the inhumanly fluid and deliberate motion characteristic of all her actions. She then intentionally lets slide the most devilish of smiles. She knows this first glimpse at sincerity would most definitely be misinterpreted, and she likes the idea of knowing she has given it to him and he is incapable of acting on it. With that she drops her head into his lap and takes his throbbing member between her lips. The strong suck exhibited is paired with a gentle rocking of her head reminiscent of an intensely mellow song. It is pure sensuousness and elegance as only she is capable. Pulling into his driveway, she presses the tip of her tongue to his leaking hole so that the most artistic string of body fluids is drawn between them.
Just as the front door shuts she pins him to the wall. His button down shirt is torn open and her tongue is in his throat. With a twist of her shoulders her thin red dress falls from her freely. She is beautiful. The naked slender powerful figure forcefully unfastens The Mark’s belt and pants without her ever freeing his mouth for him to breath. As soon as the two bodies are both naked, eclipsing the light from window, she throws him to the floor.
She straddles his cock, gasping as it penetrates her. She rides him like a whirlwind. She is dancing upon his cock with all the fury and grace of tempest. Her fluid yet unpredictable flails are accented by her arms, and more particularly her nails that thrash in lovely successive motions. Catching his chest again and again, time after time her claws tear tiny lines in his skin. I know the sensation well; he is most certainly going to feel a great pain from the wounds later, but right now the delightful sting is just fuel for the entirety of the sensation that is to fuck Launa.
I have the slightest hint of jealousy but I know well the game; I know this is something I will suffer for the greater of the whole. I take some comfort in that I know her intimacy with him is not the same intimacy that she has with me. It is mimicry, an especially elaborate one but mimicry none the less. It is no secret between us however that she enjoys what she is doing. For her this isn’t just necessary foreplay; she is an actress that loves her character and loves her role. And why should I deny her that? There is too much love between us and too much happiness to be wrought through her play for me to get hung up such trivial sentimentality. Just as I know her every thought she also knows mine, so that is where the conflict ends and we accept it for what it is.
As his breaths become more belabored, Launa bears down. She digs her fingers into his chest, making handles for which she can grip. Her thrashing takes on a more regular pattern. Her hips roll forward and back on him like crashing waves. Her newfound rhythm hasn’t lost any passion; it is simply honing in to force his cum from him. The minor screams he has released up to this point don’t compare to those from his present state. As his cock begins pumping inside her he lets out the most guttural tone that he has likely ever released in his life. Throwing her head back, Launa joins him with the wail of siren. Together the cries create a melody in my ears; a harmonious clash of pleasure and pain. There couldn’t be a more satisfying tone.
She bites at his lip as she raises her hips from his still swollen cock. Sitting beside him, she first grazes his wounds with her fingers while tracing her way down to his prick. Her tongue then follows; not ignoring a single scratch, not one torn bit of flesh is left unattended. It stings him greatly but as he tries to cry out she drives two fingers into his mouth. He bites down on them trying to take the focus away from the pain of her tonguing his exposures. Her mouth finally reaches his still pulsing cock. With her mouth she delivers a short series of invaginations before standing to take in the sight of him.
“Stay just where you are.” She says as if he really had a choice. “I can show myself out.”
He is drained both physically and mentally. At the point of exhaustion, he was likely not even capable of thought. Had it not been for rapid beat in his chest and its hard rising and falling, his vacant face would have looked dead.
Replacing her gown on her lovely figure she coyly exclaims “I will see you soon.”
Phase two was complete but we were far from done. In fact our complex little game had just begun. It was now time to make another late night call: The brother’s house was the next destination of the night, and though no one would have ever thought it, he will be getting off easy. He is a peripheral, just an extension of The Mark as far as we are concerned. And we are far from done with him.
Launa arrives with such a cool and collected manner that I admire in the face of my own eager anticipation. The brother, though quite surprised by his awakening, won’t take long before he invites Launa in; as if he ever had any choice.
“Hi…What’s going on? Is everything ok?” He asks upon opening the door.
“Couldn’t be better. I need to see you.” Launa replies with a smile that is so beatific yet so devious.
“Please come in.”
The scene unfolds with splendid duplicity. Just as the front door shuts she pins him to the wall. His night shirt is torn open and her tongue is in his throat. With a twist of her shoulders her thin red dress falls from her freely. The naked slender powerful figure forcefully tears his boxers without her ever freeing his mouth for him to breath. As soon as the two bodies are both naked, eclipsing the light from window, she throws him to the floor.
Like his brother, she straddles him, but this time without the same level of reserve. This fuck is much more violent, much less controlled. The tearing of her nails into his skin is much deeper, deep enough that it overshadows the normal pleasure he would be getting from his cock pierced in her delicious cunt. With a shocked scream he tries to throw her from him. Looking at the two one might guess it a simple task, but he finds himself unable. After all she is not just her, she is me, or at least has me in her. Her expressions of delight in his torment are now fully loosed; she knows he has reached a point from which he can’t return. She leaps from his cock, pinning his arms to the ground with her feet. She holds his head in her hands as she licks his face. Her extremely long extremely thin features look inhuman perched as she is. She is more like a praying mantis preparing to devour the head of her mate. And devour she does. She sinks her teeth into his flesh, again and again into his face and his throat. While not actually eating his flesh she is readily consuming the gushing blood. The whole while, her cunt is leaving streaks on his chest where her wetness is rubbing up against him. Her thumbs find his eyes and bury themselves entirely. His screams fade with his struggling. Thus concludes the scene, but not the plan for sensation.
Launa and I are now present at the funeral, and this is where we expect the pinnacle of the passion to be laid out. Death has such a way of binding people together by some sort of hyperactivity of our human emotions. Funerals are not for the dead after all, they are for the living, and we planned to drink it in heavily. Many of the speakers are too weak for my taste. Different people grieve in different ways but I find the caricature’s commonly expressed by many people to be particularly lame. Based on these obligatory speeches, one might conclude the deceased was a work of fiction created for a Sunday morning cartoon. This is not what we are here for.
But as The Mark begins to speak there is an instant surge within us. This is unmistakable true feeling. His unashamed weeping and deeply contorted face are just the physical manifestations of what is really going on inside. He is a wreck. He doesn’t describe his brother with the same silly clichés that many of the others used, instead he truly breaks down. He speech is a speech of personal loss; his reflection that he had lost a part of himself. There will never be anything to replace what he had spent his entire life building emotion into, and we are watching the culmination and explosion of those emotions. He has never been so far from his baseline; no orgasm, no pill, no line has ever made him feel anything remotely as powerful as what he feels right now. We feel so fortunate to experience this intensity vicariously through him. Even though our tag along emotions clearly pale to his, his emotions are so powerful that they still pull us into a much heightened state.
After the completion of the formalities we wish a single acknowledgment before we take our leave. Some part of the ego begs it of us. It just wouldn’t feel complete if we didn’t. Through the crowd Launa locks eyes with The Mark. She delivers an evil smile, and we disappear into the crowd.
Launa and I quickly find ourselves alone and we are quite ravenous. My hands grip her hair as she takes my face in hers. Our deep kisses foreshadow the more visceral acts to follow. I take her ass into my hands, spreading her cheeks as I bite into her neck breaking the skin. Her nails tear their way down my chest as she finds my erect cock. Her firm grip is so delightfully painful on my shaft. She returns the gesture of tearing into my neck with her teeth as she forces me inside of her. She claws at my back as I thrust inside of her with an absolute delight. Soon, she hooks her legs around me and throws her head back. Her hands dig into my collar so she can support herself. I watch as her small breast and exquisite nipples bounce in front of me. For an instant I feel at one. But I am suddenly overcome by a horrible shock.
It is Ellie. We were too cocky with The Mark and he knew the score. He had found her. He was at our house. I take off running at blinding speeds to get back. I am tearing through everything in my way, people and trees alike were thrashed aside as I cut my path to her. But he was going to have his time, I couldn’t stop that. It seems he had been a very quick study, because he knew the value of vicarious harm and elaborate planning. Instead of directly harming Ellie he forces her to watch as he takes her spider. Knowing how much it means to her and her to me, he forces poison upon it. It stumbles about in obvious pain and disorientation. Ellie cries aloud, tears streaming from her face as she watches in horror at the suffering of her closest friend. As I run I too cry. Tears streak sideways on my face as I rush to meet them. After all her pain was my pain, I feel it every bit as real as if I were her.
I finally arrive and he is not in sight. Ellie is holding her spider in her hands wailing. I quickly kneel around her holding her as closely as I can. I love her so much and it pains me that she is so sad. We sit for minutes as I try to calm her. It then occurs to me that I can fix it. I can save her spider with the essence that runs between Launa and Ellie and me. I gently take the spider in my hands and place it on the base of my neck. The dying spider latches on to me. Just as I thought, my essence empowers it. It starts to come round much to the delight of both Ellie and I. We are so happy that we were able to save such a dear friend, but I know it is now time to bring our game to an end. The Mark has gone beyond the stage of being toyed with, I have to end him.
As soon as I am sure that Ellie is contented, I take off in search of The Mark with an insatiable fury. It has been to my peril that I underestimated him once and foolishly I have done it again. Once I have made great distance, scanning for him in my enraged state, he reveals himself again. He reveals himself through Ellie. He is still with her!
She cowers in terror of the menacing figure. Her spider now revived and wary attacks him. But its bite does something I didn’t expect and couldn’t have been more terrified by. It passes my essence on to him. I am now one with him, and through him have I never felt so much self loathing. I have harmed him and he knew it, and now he would hurt himself more than any man ever would just to get back at me. He grabbed Ellie, now fully prepared to take his own plan to the next phase. At that moment I lost my visual of them; I am too overwhelmed. I simply can’t bear to watch. Every time he hurts her it hurts himself, but the damage is magnified in me. I have never experienced the level of horror and impotence that I feel not being able to help her. Though not seeing his actions, my heart is very much aware of every injury inflicted upon her.
When I finally break through the door, my face is stained with tears and stretched to immobility by my rage. He is standing over her, waiting, staring. She lies lifeless with her chest split open at his feet. It only takes a second before I fly at him, smashing into the wall. He is much stronger than I would expect, I know it is because he is now part of me. We exchange punch after punch. In no time we are both quite ragged and bloody. In the end he can’t overpower me. On top of him I take his head into my hands and continue to slam it to the floor until it exists no more. With every successive slam I am killing him, but I am also killing a part of me.
My rage is soon sated, my enemy is no more. But he has hurt me; I have hurt me beyond repair. I once again kneel by Ellie. I cradle her head in my hands and press mine to hers. As I cry over my lovely little girl the sequence ends.

Read 15617 times |
Rated 47.3 % |
(33 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

Fantasm

Aliza and the dogs

Aliza and the dog
Al called me and asked me to come over. I drove over to her house and we went to a friend’s house up in the hills . The place had a pool she asked if i mined if she went swimming i said no and she took off her cloths and had a swim suit on under then. Aliza had left Angle her daughter at her cousins .
After about an hour Al got out of the water and asked me if i would rub some tanning lotan on her back. After i finished she said thank you and sliped her top off. She undid her bottoms so she would not have a line. A while later she went to sleep and while she was sleeping a large dog came up and started and yelled to help get him off i went to try to get him off but he grould at me so I left him sniffing her. Melissa also known as Aliza was sleeping so sound she did not feel it so he started licking her with his tounge I was watching close but because the dog was so large i was afraid to call him off.
He move the chair with his leg and it droped to the ground. Al saw the dog alone. Then he started licking her pussy again Melissa seeing how big the dog was let him keep licking because she was afraid he might bit her.
I saw that i could not help her. Melissa moved to a more comfortable position on her hands and knees . At this time the dog must have decided he had enough licking and mounted Melissa he started trying to hump her. He missed the spot severai times and spraying her with his precome and one time hitting her clit causeing her to jump. He finaly found her pussy at this time was small but long dick went into her pussy he shoved it all the way in just after he got in her pussy she started coming and he keeped up the fast pace it was faster than any man could. it swelled and not start go into her pussy she looked like she passed out at this froming coming so much.
His nott started to swell as he was pumping into here and I saw it disapper inside Al . She was coming to when this happened because I could see it dripping out he must have come quite a bit because it i saw her stomack swell from all the cume in her woom. He stopped humping and just stood there for a little while. After a little while the dog truned arounded so that thay were ass to ass I keep the dog still untill he was fianly able to pull him self free with a loud pop then it came out all over the ground.
Just as this dog was gone anouther showed up he started licking her cume drenched pussy and I saw her come again this dog also licked her ass after a while he decided he had enough and this dog mounted her but he missed and his dick went into her tight butt and he started to hump her hard and fast I watched as his dick went into her butt as this happened his nott started to swell the dog starting pushing his knott into Al’s butt hole and finaly logged in her ass and started to swell as the first had done the dog started coming he filled her butt with come it swelled her belly with how much come she had in her butt. I saw it leaking out her butt when this dog was finished he turnd so thay were pussy to ass.
I saw that her ass hole had not went down and was the size of a baseball .Al was still out cold from being fucked 2 time by 2 dogs I thought since she never let me fuck her i would do it . My dick was hard and because of all the dog cume i stuck my dick in Aliza’s pussy and fucked while she was out again it was so good I came like i had never come before. I got her back in the caqr and drove her home.
After we got to her appartment i started to clean her up and as i was cleaning her up i noticed she was lacktating so I started sucking on her brests one at a time I heard her moan she said keep sucking my tits are so full of milk i need some one to suck them. It felt so good to her it turned her on and she asked me to have sex with her. But she asked me to say with her so i did she said she need a shower and would need help so I helped her shower i washed her from head to foot stopping at her nipples and sucking each oneand her pussy i rubbed it so gently we got out and i dried her off she had me take her to her bed so i did and she even had me sleep with her and while she was asleep. I licked her pussy and ass and that made me so hard I put my dick in her pussy and even though she was asleep my dick felt so good in Malissa I made her come and that made me come to I had taken some stay hard pills so after i came i was still very hard so i put my dick in her ass it had got back to normal so at first it was a little hard to put it in but when I did get my dick in her ass hole it was so tight and the jucies from her pussy lubed my dick 15 or 20 minuts later i came a second time and it was so good when I woke up the next morning and saw she was sleeping so I started licking her pussy and playing her clit I could tell she was coming and kept playing with her and i sliped my hard dick in her pussy.
I went home and a few days later she call me and said she was pregnant I asked her what she was going to do she said she did not know because she did not Know how she got pregnant and did not know who whad done it . She said she decided to have the baby. But she wanted to see me she said she was sorry she never let me and her get close . Because of wha happened the outher day she wanted me to move in wit her and help her raise her little girl. she said she wanted me to come over so I left she was wearing a sexy dress I had given her with some sexy clothing and no panties. Al kissed me and even opened her mouth and stuck her Tung in my mouth she handed me a stay hard pill and we sat and kissed whale it went to work. after it went to work she did a slow strip tease to the music and when she was naked she undressed me. Al went down on my cock and sucked on it so it was nice and wet. She sat over my dick and slowly let it slide in to her pussy after about 4 minutes she changed to cowgirl and then she was coming so hard she had to stop.
She told me she remembered how I brought her home after the dogs raped and great care of her and she said she was sorry for useing me for so long . She said she wanted to be with me and never wit any one else

Read 7359 times |
Rated 47.6 % |
(21 votes)

Vote list (Close) :thorbin
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Fantasm

Sweet Nannie 1 Mysteries

My name is Nannie Greene and this story is how my life has changed forever.
Im Nannie Greene im exactly 5’7″ and weigh 105lbs. I really do admire my body so much i look in the mirror all of the time admiring my C size breats which i absolutely love. Im 15 years old which means my parents dont want me dating anytime soon they are so worried about me getting pregnant or raped, i never have any fun at all. I wish i could have an adventure like in the stories that i read. All of my parents are red heads but for some odd reson i have dirty blonde hair and my brother always makes fun of me by saying
“Only red heads and brunettes have adventures Nannie,” god i really hate him.
I dont only hate hime for making fun of me, he caught me giving a blowjob to my high school crush Kyle Thoma,man he is a stud. Anyways i have to suck my little brothers small cock evry night or he’ll tell mom on me. For a 13 year old he sure does have a small cock its only 3 inches.
” Oh sweet sister of mine its time for our nightly ritual,” said TJ my little brother. This is the worst part of my life, he always rubs this in my face and tries to savior every moment. He is laying on my bed smiling from ear to ear. He motined for me to kneel down in front of him on the bed and i walked over and began to unzip his pants. I swear you could not tell that he has a hard on at all it really is so small. It popped out of his jeans as soon as i stopped unzipping him and my heart began to race. It was really small but very smooth and appealing and i love the taste of that salty sweet come dripping down my neck heading to my tummy.
I began to stroke him and TJ was moaning a bit and moving his hips with my hands and i started to lick his cock head, his pre cum tasted so sweet i wanted him to cum right then and there so we could be done and my thirst for cum satisfied. After a few seconds of licking i removed my hand and slid his cock all the way into my mouth. His cock must be growing because it was now touching the back of my throat. I began to bob my head up and down licking,sucking,and tasting his cock, this sent rushes of electricity through my body and i almost forgot i hated him. He was full blown moaning and moving his hips,fucking my mouth. He put his right hand on the back of my head and began to move it with my head motion.
” Oh Nannie this feels so good i love your tongue swiveling up and down my cock caressing my head to find what present is inside,” moaned TJ. With this i knew he is close so i moved my head up and down faster and faster until he screamed,”Ohhhh Nannieee im fucking cumming ,” and all of a sudden i tasted this hot goo hit the roof of my mouth as he pushed my head all the way onto his cock. His cum began sliding its way down my throat towards my tummy when he saw my throat moving up and down to swallow his cum and he bagn to cum even more into my mouth, I always loved this part his sweet and salty cum tasted so good and knowing that his seed is swimming in my tummy always turned me on so much. Finally he was done and his cock came out of my mouth with a plop not spilling any cum onto my bed.
“That was the best you ever done,”nd he kissed me full on the lips and his tongue snaked into my mouth mine and his began to dance with eachother, this part was making me feverishly horny as i loved french kissing. Our tongues lopped eachother and wrapped around each other until i pulled away and said were finished and that he should go to bed now. He left without a word and i called in my big malimu Sasha to come sleep with me. I stripped down naked and spread my legs in front of the dog and she bagan to lick my shaved pussy her tongue moving in and out,over my clitoris and down to my tight little butt. I began to maon and imagine Kyle fucking my virgin pussy. I began to orgasm and screamed and squirmed all around my covers. After i finished i fell instantly asleep.
“Hey missy wake up before the Bloods see you,” said a strange man. I open my eyes to see im laying completly naked in a street alley. ” Who are you?,where am i? and why am i naked?” i asked feeling very frightened.
“I am Colonel Vance Mortimer but you can call me morty. Your in Traverse Town and you being naked beats me here i brought you some clothes.”said Morty and he handed me a thong some jeans and a T shirt that was completely white. “thank you'” i said,”but how did i get here?”
“Why missy i havent the slightest clue you sure you dont live around here?” asked Morty. “No i dont” i said and all of a sudden he looked scared,i turned to see a group of boys wearing all red and looking very mean.
” Hey old man wanna share some of that booty with us?” asked a real tall one.
“Sorry missy but your own your own” and with that Morty ran as fast as an old man could.
“Come here hotty we arent that mean honest” said a real fat one. They began to run at me and i put my arms up and screamed but they grabbed me and ripped my clothes off. They’re 3 in all a tall one a fat one and a little kid all waving thier cocks in my face. The kid began to grope my breasts and the tall on stuck his cock in my mouth and started to fuck my throat. The fat one started to laugh and positioned his cock at my pussy entrance and slid his head into my pussy. But thats as far as he got when and deep voice yelled stop and all of them turned to see a man wearing silver chains and a dark black robe with his hood up so i couldnt see his face.
” Oh my god its a Reaper every man for himself” yelled the fat one and he pulled his head out of my pussy lips and the tall one retracted his cock and ran away carrying the kid.
“Are you hurt did they harm you in anyway?” the mysterious man said with deep concern and lightened tone of voice. I then blacked out to the mercy of my rescuer.
this is the first of many parts to this story and i guarantee you this whole saga will be worth reading if you have any suggestions or comments you dont want others to see send me an email at [email protected]
Thanks for reading and pray the mysterious stranger is as nice as he sounds in Sweet Nannie 2 The Blood Gang.

Read 39978 times |
Rated 48 % |
(127 votes)

Vote list (Close) :

Please rate this text:   

Fantasm

Birthday Initiation

Rick smiled to himself as he sipped his beer and surveyed the small group gathered. His bondage club was coming along nicely. In fact, things had panned out better than he had imagined when he started