Stockholm Syndrome

Slave nurses for sale

Lori Jorgenson, a 23-year-old RN, was the third in a line of nurses who had disappeared from their jobs in the last few days. She, like the other two before her, had been very pretty with long, gorgeous legs, slim waistlines, ample bosoms, and beautiful blonde hair with blue eyes. The method of their disappearance had been different in each case, but the clues in helping the authorities to solve the cases were almost non-existent.
Anna Johansen was an extremely attractive 22-year-old girl who was abducted from her Toyota Corolla while leaving her last shift of the night on Sunday. Greta Peterson, age 21, was taken as she left her home for work on Monday morning. Lori, third to disappear, was shopping for a new apartment, when she dropped out of sight Monday afternoon.
All 3 girls regained consciousness in a palatial mansion, completely nude, with restraints on wrists and ankles. They all came to know that video cameras had been secreted in their rooms giving a 24-hour record of their movements. None of them realized where they were, nor could they understand the motive of the one who chloroformed them, forced them into a black van, and obviously brought them to this beautiful house. Each case also lacked witnesses as well as the aforementioned motive. The girls only started to learn why they were taken and what might happen to them if they refused to cooperate with their captors.
The first things each of the captives noticed were the furnishings of her room. Every precaution had been made to prevent the captive from escaping, as well as hurting herself or one of the captors. As they were to discover, the house was one which had remained in the estate of a wealthy client who had left its disposal on the market to any of his three friends, all of whom were wealthy, single, handsome, well-educated, and wanted a woman who would joyfully do anything required of her. Of the 42 rooms in the house, including an 8-car coach house, each captor was restrained in a way that limited her access to her bedroom and bathroom during the day; gourmet meals were served 3 times a day with a choice of snacks after each meal. Exercise equipment was placed into each room.
Every night the girls were given the most recent, and the most expensive, eveningwear in which to join their captors at the evening meal. All three wore belts through which could be remotely passed several volts of electrical shock to prevent their escape from the situation in which they found themselves. None had attempted to escape yet, and they had no idea what to expect from the duration of their confinement. Since nudity was their dress during the day, they had somewhat expected sexual advances and even perversions from their captors.
The first day of their confinement began with a luxurious bubble bath, followed by a breakfast of fresh baked croissants, and a selection of berries—raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries, along with fresh-squeezed orange juice, and fresh coffee with cream and sugar on the side. For protein, the meal included a soft-boiled egg. Morning exercise consisted of a stretching flexibility regimen along with many other exercises for flexibility and fitness. All their exercises were done naked with every part of the body exposed to video recording. Oddly enough, each woman gradually developed a sense of wanting to present her natural beauty in the best possible way.
They all received daily medications given both orally and by way of injection. The oral medications were always dissolved in their food so that they would receive them unknowingly, but they were powerless to prevent the daily injections and had no idea what was in the serum they were receiving.
Nothing of a sexual nature had taken place with any of the women, but each woman was acquiring a more active sex drive as the days passed. All the girls were able to carry on conversations with each other at dinner time each day, and they quickly discovered that although working in the United States, they all had a Swedish heritage. Their conversation, though always monitored by their 3 captors, was candid and open. The captors appeared extremely cordial and willing to acquiesce to most of the captives’ wishes—the wish for freedom was not one of them. And as time went by, the medications and injections began to have their effect on the girls.
Chapter 2
The captive nurses came from various hospitals within a small area of highly populated cities. The captors—let us call them Michael, Charles, and William—had searched online profiles from Facebook, My Space, and dating websites. They had also used old-fashioned physical surveillance to secure their prey. Once chosen and taken into captivity, the nurses were removed by limousine to the above-mentioned mansion, which was placed in a remote area of northern California.
Anna had become comfortable with her current state of existence, and having been paired off with Michael, enjoyed his company every night at dinner. She grew to wish she had more contact with him, and it was soon to come. On the anniversary of her second week in captivity, Michael unexpectedly appeared to share breakfast with her. On that occasion he released her wrists and ankles from their restraints and removed her belt.
She did not know how to receive this sudden freedom except for an expression of gratitude which demonstrated itself with a hug and kiss for her captor. He relished her emotional expression and returned it with his own. Despite the last 2 weeks of imprisonment, Anna felt that Michael now owned her heart—as well as the rest of her—to do with as he wished.
Since Anna was already nude, it was a short trip for him to join her in that condition. Michael then picked up the naked nurse and walked her from the breakfast table to the bed. Lying next to her on the bed, Michael began to whisper endearments into Anna’s ear, and followed with light kisses on her ear and neck. He also began to gently stroke Anna’s generous bosom as she immediately began moaning in response. As she lay on her back to his left, he moved his left arm under her to begin tenderly squeezing her left breast as his mouth kissed and sucked the nipple of her right breast. Her right hand reached for his already swollen cock, while his right hand found the wet folds of her slick pussy.
She pumped his large penis as he stroked from her soaking vagina to her aroused and enlarged clitoris. They remained in this attitude of foreplay for several minutes with nothing but moans and sighs escaping their lips. At some point in the sexual encounter, things quickly moved to the next level. Anna cried out, “Michael, please fuck me darling! I want your large cock inside my wet pussy!” Michael responded quickly, moving between Anna’s long, beautiful thighs and penetrating her vagina with one quick thrust. This sudden sexual invasion brought a loud cry from Anna, “Oh yes, my darling! Fuck me, please, fuck me. I don’t want you to ever stop fucking me!” Michael’s muscular chest pressed against Anna’s large breasts with each stroke, and his mouth began smothering hers with kisses as their tongues entwined. Their first sexual encounter ended quickly as Anna came to a sudden orgasm which lasted several minutes and triggered a similar climax from Michael as he ejaculated a large amount of hot sperm inside her womb. After this first coupling, Michael stayed in bed with Anna and they both lapsed into a peaceful sleep, both naked (and exposed to all the hidden video cameras).
After a few hours of blissful sleep, Anna awakened to find Michael’s erect penis pushing against her thigh. She leaned down to take his member into her wet mouth and began sucking it until it was extremely hard. By this point Michael had also roused from sleep and found that Anna had prepared him for intercourse.
As he pushed his morning erection into her moist, ready vagina, Michael whispered, “You’re soakin’ wet, babe.”
Anna wrapped her long legs around Michael’s waist and he gripped the sides of her pelvis as he rammed his large penis into her over and over again. When he felt his penis was thoroughly ready, he gathered some of Anna’s sticky lubrication and rubbed it generously on her rosebud ass. He then pulled out of her vagina and drove his hardened penis into her anus. This was her first ever violation of that part of her body, but she soon realized the sensual emotions which were bringing her to the heights of another orgasm.
As she felt Michael’s member repeatedly slide into her ass, she cried, “Oh, Michael, oh my darling, oh precious, it feels so good…so good.”
Michael continued his anal assault as her moans grew in both frequency and volume. Michael had held his missionary position with Anna which made it easy for him to stroke her clitoris as he pounded her ass.
“You like that baby?”
“Yes, sweetie, just like that!” she said between moans. “Keep stroking my clit, darling, it’s wonderful.”
In a few minutes she was in the throes of her second orgasm of the day. Just minutes later, Michael filled her ass with another load of hot sperm. He then reattached her restraints and left her on the bed as he showered. He then left the room.
In Greta’s room, a similar scene was about to take place as Charles brought a late breakfast of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, thin slices of smoked ham, and a citrus bowl on the side with a pot of steaming hot coffee, cream, and sugar. Greta was accustomed to an earlier breakfast, and the sight of these offerings made her mouth water. But first things first…she rolled over on her bed so that her ass was in a receptive mode for her daily injection. These shots never really hurt, either while they were being given or afterwards, but Greta wondered what was in them. She had absolutely no memory of her vicious objections to the shots at the beginning of her captivity. After 2 weeks, she had no clue that the injections were of a serum that contained designer drugs—drugs that heightened sexual drive and quickly hastened the effects of Stockholm syndrome. Oh well, she also wondered why there seemed to be such a large breakfast this morning, but then she saw that Charles was staying to eat with her. In similar fashion as the other couple, Charles removed Greta’s restraints, and bade her join him at the breakfast table. While only a year or two younger than the other girls, Greta maintained a little girl’s excitement with novel things—an attitude which Charles understood and was going to exploit.
“Today, Greta, I would like for you to call me ‘Daddy.’ Is that quite all right? ” “Yes, I think that would be fun.”
“Would you like for me to serve your plate and pour your coffee, Greta?”
“Yes, Daddy, thank you for this nice breakfast. I love blueberry pancakes!”
“We must eat quickly, Greta, for I have a game for us after breakfast.”
“Oh, Daddy, could you tell me now? I’m so excited to be able to play with you.”
“Let’s hurry and eat, and then I’ll explain the game completely.”
“Okay, Daddy. Oh, my goodness, the pancakes are delicious…so is the ham, and the coffee.”
Greta and Charles quickly finished their meal, and then Charles sat Greta on her bed as he began to explain the game.
Chapter 4
“Greta, you enjoy parties don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy. I like them very much!”
“Well, this party we’ll be fun for you, me, and a few of daddy’s friends.”
“What will we do at this party, daddy?”
“The first thing we will do is work off some of the calories which were contained in our big breakfast…is that okay with you?”
“Sure, Daddy.”
“Greta, I want you to pretend that I’m your daddy who has just returned from war. You’re very happy to see me, and you want to meet all my sexual needs like a wife, since my wife has died and you are my only daughter. Do you understand?”
“Oh, daddy, that sounds so very romantic! I’d love to do it!”
Charles told Greta just to follow his lead in everything, and not to worry if she messed up since this was just a pretend play. At this point he walked out the door, stayed for a few seconds, and then walked in. Greta was still naked, and she acted as if she were about to take a shower when her daddy’s return took her by surprise. She ran to his open arms, threw her arms around his neck, and smothered him with “welcome home” kisses on the mouth. Charles picked her up and swung her around the room, finally dropping her on the bed. He quickly undressed and then dove between her legs, licking her delicious cunt and sucking her aroused clitoris.
Greta spoke almost breathlessly, “Daddy, I’ve missed you so much! Please don’t be upset with me, but I just must taste your big penis and make it hard. I want you inside me, too. Is that okay, daddy?”
The shot had taken effect, and she struggled to find his growing penis. Sensing her need, however, he held her off and brought her to a quick orgasm, pushing one finger up her ass as he licked, sucked, and gently chewed her clitoris. When her thrashing about had settled down, she reached for his penis and held it along with his balls in gentle hands as she licked and sucked the big knob and then slid his manhood completely into her mouth. She sucked it in and out as she licked the large vein on the underside of his penis. In a few minutes he was spraying several globs of white-hot sperm into her mouth, and she was swallowing it all. When the ejaculations had ended, Greta licked her daddy clean of all his sperm.
“That was delicious, daddy! I want to do it some more!” she said, and she continued sucking him into a new erection.
After a few minutes, Charles pulled his penis from Greta’s mouth and used his new found hardness to penetrate his “daughter’s” wet pussy and fuck her to another mind-bending orgasm before he once more filled her hot depths with his spunk.
Lying in their afterglow, Charles said, “Honey, you’ve done very well in this game so far, and you’re very close to winning. Would you like to continue?”
“Oh, yes, daddy! I love this game! Let’s play it all day long!”
Chapter 5
Charles and his two kidnapping friends had hired 3 illegal Mexican immigrants, all with large genital packages, had given them $100.00 each for the day, and had transported them from the place of hiring to the remote captivity location. The immigrants were kept in the back of a closed van and could not view the route taken from one site to the other. Now they found themselves in a wonderful house with fabulous furnishings, and were immediately treated to a sumptuous feast before they began their “work” for the day.
“Greta, dear, I know you’ll love the second part of this game!” “Daddy has brought one of his best army buddies home, and I’d like for you to be especially nice to him just as you were to your daddy. Do you promise me that you’ll do your best to make my friend happy?”
“Of course, daddy,” Greta laughingly said, taking great delight in this new game. “You know I’d do anything to please you.”
Greta couldn’t believe how easily she had acquiesced to the demands that Charles had required of her. In two short weeks she had become a slave, and she never sensed the transformation.
William had briefed the three temporary employees as to their roles in the little game which Charles was playing with Greta. When the first of the three entered Greta’s room, however, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. The most beautiful woman he had ever encountered, naked, and waiting to give him the fucking of a lifetime.
“Greta, honey, I would like for you to meet one of my best army buddies. You should call him Uncle Pedro.”
“Uncle Pedro! My daddy speaks very highly of you, and he’d like for me to entertain you while you’re here.”
“Greta, you’ve become a beautiful young lady since the last time I saw you.”
“And you’re more handsome than ever, Uncle,” said the playful Greta.
“Greta, I have some work to do, so I’ll leave you with Uncle Pedro for awhile. I’ll be back before too long, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.”
And with those parting words, Charles left the room.
“Wow, sweetie!” said Pedro. When Charles and I were dodging bullets in Iraq, he talked about you all the time. But nothing could prepare me for how beautiful you’ve become!”
“That is so sweet, Uncle Pedro. Are you tired? If you are, we can lie down for awhile.”
“I’d like that very much, Greta. Do you mind if I give you a kiss?”
“Of course not. Where are my manners?”
Greta stepped toward Pedro and found herself lifted by her naked bottom from the floor as Pedro enveloped her tight young body and carried her to the bed. In just a moment, he was kissing, licking, and sucking her delicious young pussy.
Chapter 4
Pedro’s hands were squeezing Greta’s large breasts as his tongue worked its magic on her clitoris. With the cry of a woman reaching a huge climax, Greta came within a few minutes. Pedro licked her abundant pussy juices like a man who has wandered upon an oasis in the desert. Having divested himself of his clothing, and without giving the poor girl a rest, he rolled her over
and entered her young vagina from behind.
“Yes, Uncle, please fuck my young pussy. I’ve always wanted to have you inside me. Ugh! Ugh! This feels great!”
He pounded her with his large penis until she had experienced another orgasm, then he ejaculated his sperm into her young fertile womb.
“Oh, Uncle Pedro, I’ve never been given so much pleasure, and I’ve never seen a penis as large as yours.”
Having gotten his own needs met, and being completely spent, Pedro excused himself with just a few words. “Honey, I gotta’ leave now. I’ve got an important meeting with your daddy.”
“Okay, Uncle Pedro. I wish you could stay longer but I understand. Please come back and see me again.”
Pedro, still not quite believing his amazing good fortune, dressed quickly and left Greta lying naked on the bed.
After about half an hour Charles re-entered Greta’s room. He had given her plenty of time to take a shower, dry herself, and put on the scrumptious scent that she always wore. “Greta, did you enjoy having Uncle Pedro here?”
“Oh, yes daddy…very much. He was wonderful!”
“Well, sweetie, the game is about over, and you’re doing very well. I believe you’re going to win!”
“Let me introduce you to Uncle Jaime, and Uncle Juan. They’re here for a short visit, and I need for you to entertain them the way you did Uncle Pedro.”
“Wow! I’ll be happy to! Uncle Jaime and Uncle Juan, would you like to come to bed with me?”
Jaime and Juan immediately removed their clothing and climbed into Greta’s bed. She reached out for their deflated penises and started to give one of them a blowjob as she gave the other a hand job. The two uncles began to suck Greta’s large breasts as one of them finger-fucked her wet pussy. Jaime was the first to roll over on his back and pull Greta on to his hard cock.
“Oh, Uncle Jaime, your cock is stretching my little pussy. It feels great!”
“Si, sobrinita (yes, little niece),” and your pussy is so smooth around my cock! I love it!”
Juan waited for a while as Jaime drove his penis into Greta’s pussy. When Greta’s juices began to flow from her soaking wet cunt, Juan gathered them and applied them generously to her asshole. He also spit on her anus and his cock and then pushed his manhood into her ass. Greta gave several grunts as she felt the pain of this double penetration, but she did not deny either uncle of their chosen fuck holes.
“Uncle Juan, I can’t believe how painful your cock was to begin with, but how great it feels now!”
“Yes, sweetheart, and I love your tight ass, too!”
After several minutes of hard fucking, both uncles emptied their balls into Greta. They both kept their manhood inside Greta’s holes until their cocks became deflated. At that point, Greta licked their penises clean and lay down between them. Each man then rolled toward Greta and continued sucking her fabulous breasts.
Both men dressed and left Greta’s room and Charles re-entered. “I suppose you’re too tired to fuck your daddy.”
“Absolutely not, daddy! How would you like it, pussy or ass?”
“Down girl! You and I’ll have plenty of time together. Now is time for your nap before we meet for dinner, okay.”
“Daddy! You know I would do anything you ask of me. You own me now. I’m at your complete disposal. I just wondered if I had won the game and what my reward would be.”
“I’ll let you know that at dinner, so that you can share your happiness with Anna and Lori.”
“Okay, daddy!” She said as she drifted quickly off to sleep.
Chapter 5
Due to the arrangements of the girls’ rooms, and the HVAC ducts which supplied heating and air conditioning to the rooms, Lori new that something special was going to happen today. So when William entered her room, she had already assumed the position for her daily injection. Once the injection was given, she seemed almost immediately in a positive, talkative mood.
“Is this party day for us today, master?” Oddly enough, Lori had begun using this means of addressing William on her own, and he liked it.
“Don’t you think every day is a party day, Lori?”
“Of course, but with all the hustling and bustling, I just thought today was going to be even more fun than it usually is.”
“Do you think it’s fun being held captive by 3 men at least 20 years your senior?”
“Being able to walk around naked is fun, being able to display ourselves to the hidden cameras is fun, being able to dress up in a new nightgown every night is fun. And having sex with you is always fun, master. Am I going to enjoy that tonight?”
William knew that the drugs he had given the girls were all identical dosages, but they had worked more quickly on Lori from the beginning, and now she seemed to be utterly committed to him.
“Check your closet, Lori. And don’t forget to examine the box on the shelf above. You have exactly two hours from right now to put on your pre-selected dress, along with all its accessories, fix your hair exactly the way you want it…and do your makeup so that it matches the entire ensemble. Tonight you and I will be joining the others in the main ballroom for drinks, dancing, and a special dinner.”
“Oh, master, Oh, master”…Lori was left somewhat speechless by William’s description of everything. She ran and hugged him with her large breasts pushing against his chest as she put both arms around his neck in an erotic hug that she was not soon to relinquish.
At this point, William had to forcefully remove her loving arms from his neck, and said, “Okay, I guess I have time to fuck you once, but then no more fooling around…you need to be ready by 7pm.”
“Oh, thank you, master. I’ll do my best to please you!”
The fact that Lori was already naked made getting ready for sex a good bit easier than it might have been. William quickly removed his clothes and climbed into bed with his beautiful blonde slave, moving his mouth to service her nipples as he moved his fingers to gently service her clit.
After a while in that position, she climbed over him to take his penis into her mouth and he was presented with her vagina to kiss, lick, suck, and nibble gently on her labia and clitoris. He was rewarded with muffled moaning as she continued her fellatio. He also inserted a finger into her pussy and immediately found her g-spot, which he attended with the proper amount of attention to bring her to an extremely quick orgasm.
After her joyful cries and trembling had ended, he rolled her over on her back and watched as her natural breasts rolled off to either side of her chest. He mounted her and penetrated her womanhood in one sudden movement, and then he began a slow, in-and-out repetitive motion that had produced the muffled moans earlier. These moans, however, were not muffled…they began with a barely audible sound, and they gradually increased in volume, as did the words she began to utter.
“Oh my God, sweet master, please fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Oh, I love to feel your big cock in my tight little cunt! Yes, master, right there! Yes, yes, yes, Oh God, I’m going to come!”
She screamed in a body-wracking climax just as William erupted in a huge ejaculation which filled the young girl’s womb. He rolled over to her side, and she immediately placed her blonde head on his shoulder and her large breasts up against his arm. Several minutes went by as they both enjoyed their afterglow. To Lori it was as if they were a newly married couple on their honeymoon, but she and the other girls were soon to find out that this blissful existence was not to have the least resemblance to a honeymoon.
Chapter 6
William had left her room, and Lori was exploring her closet to find just the right dress for what she thought was going to be a wonderful fun-filled night of dinner and dancing. She was completely awestruck at the diamond, ruby, and sapphire jewelry that she found in the box on the shelf above the dresses. At the same time, Anna and Gena were also joyfully getting ready for the same festivities. What none of them found in their closets were either bras or panties. They all contented themselves, however, with beautiful matching shoes. Each girl took special pains with her make-up so that she got the best natural look possible. Meanwhile a selected group of individuals, each of whom had cheerfully paid their usual $50,000 entry fee for the night, had gathered in the ballroom. These men and women all belonged to an elite club of very wealthy people who had particular sexual appetites. Those appetites included fulfilling sexual fetishes with tall, blonde, big-breasted, Swedish girls. The girls had been anticipating a special dinner for the night, but little did they know that they were the special dinner.
The list of attendees at this gathering included Philip, an internet billionaire; Donald, owner of a fleet of cargo ships; Elizabeth, heiress to a pharmaceutical fortune; Terrence, real estate mogul; Faisal, an international banker; Kristina, member of a royal family; Xavier, leader of a large drug cartel; Chloe, owner of a large Australian diamond mine; and Naoki, a Japanese industrialist.
Each girl was now completely dressed, ready, and waiting with eagerness in her room when her respective captor entered, holding a hypodermic needle and a glass of water. Each was told to swallow a single pill and then assume her position for her second injection of the day. None of the girls questioned her master’s purpose in these extra preparations; all of them trusted their masters implicitly—and in just 2 weeks.
The girls were then assembled in a much larger bedroom and were given these instructions: “Tonight you will meet a very special group of people. They all will make certain demands of you, and you will meet those demands cheerfully and without any hesitation or questioning. Do you understand?”
And each of the girls responded, “Yes, sir,” except for Lori, who answered, “Yes, master.” All of the girls, however, were wearing radiant smiles on their beautiful faces.
Moments later the girls entered the main ballroom and were introduced to the guests by their captors. The names of the guests, however, were not given to the girls. One of the guests, Donald, raised his arm in a gesture toward the girls as he spoke to the women in his group.
“Ladies first!”
Elizabeth, Kristina, and Chloe were unlike the girls as well as unlike each other; but they all shared a common attribute—large bosoms. All three of the guests enjoyed the same fetishes with women. They liked to suckle breasts at the same time theirs were being suckled. They also enjoyed mutual cunnilingus and French kissing. And they shared the desire to be choked as they climaxed. All these instructions were given to the girls and they quickly warmed to their tasks.
The men in the group sat in a large circle and sipped their drinks as they prepared to view the female entertainment.
Anna moved to Elizabeth as Gena paired off with Kristina and Lori with Chloe. The girls began to remove their guests’ clothing and immediately discovered that the women wore no more than they did. The ladies responded by stripping the girls of their dresses.
The nude women then began to explore each other’s naked bodies. Lori found Chloe’s breasts to have dark, wide aureoles and thick nipples. Anna saw that Elizabeth’s pussy was shaved bare the same as her own. Gena squeezed Kristina’s large breasts as she engaged her mouth with a deep kiss and sucked on Kristina’s delicious tongue.
The girls and their bosomy guests rushed into sexual concert as if they might never have another chance. The men who sat observing found it hard to believe that these beautiful young women had become such willing sex slaves in only a 2-week time period. All three couples engaged heartily in the various fetishes of each lady guest, and the room was filled with the sounds of moaning and loud orgasms. After each of the guests had sampled the sexual offerings of each girl, the young slaves were given a short rest period before tending to their male counterparts.
When the rest time had expired, Lori was quickly teamed up with Donald and Naoki, both of whom had already divested themselves of their clothing and had been waiting for their turn with the girls. Greta was entertaining a naked Philip and an equally naked Terrence, whereas Anna was servicing Xavier and Faisal.
At this point in the proceedings, all three girls were covered with aromatic oil as their erogenous zones became lubricated for the festivities to follow. The men of each threesome seemed to enjoy sucking their captive’s nipples, biting them and twisting and pulling them as the girls all cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. From the breasts, the men moved seamlessly to a fellatio-coitus combination in which each girl received an explosion of sperm in her mouth and pussy.
The men changed positions and each girl then bore the responsibility of sucking the male pair of her new threesome to a renewed erection. Then each girl was treated to a double penetration, which brought each member of each threesome to orgasm. At that point the girls found their pussies again filled with more sperm while their asses got their first filling.
Finally, the last change of threesome members took place, and the fisting began. If each of the girls had found it difficult to accept a large penis in her pussy at the same time another one was pumping her ass, this last test would be the acid test for the night’s final event—the auction.
Greta and Anna, having had more experience sexually, were each able to accept one fist in the pussy and another in the ass. Lori cried out in such terrible pain from the exercise of this particular fetish that she was unable to continue. She wept inconsolably, however, not because of the extreme pain in her genitals; she was disappointed that she had failed her master.
Lori moved to William as quickly as her damaged body would allow and threw her arms around him in a desperate hug that begged forgiveness for her inability to please his guests.
“I’m so sorry master…so sorry…please master…please forgive me. Please let me have another chance to win the game. I’m so very, very sorry.” Her utterances were racked with violent sobs that made understanding them extremely difficult.
William lifted Lori into his arms as if she were a feather. “Lori dear, don’t worry. You haven’t failed me. You actually won the game!” Now it’s time to see how much money you actually brought me.
Lori’s tears quickly dried up and a big smile came over her angelic face. “Do you really mean it, master? Did I really win?”
“Yes, sweetie. Our guests all desired to have the girl with the tightest vagina and anus. That just happened to be you. And now you three will be auctioned off to the highest bidder.”
The girls were all circulated to the guests for some final fucking, sucking, and whatever the guests had in mind to do to their beautiful booty. The hosts were extremely excited with the fine reception the nurses had gotten from their prospective buyers. The girls at this time did not know that they would soon become the exclusive property of one of the guests, and that they would most likely be divided so that they would not only miss seeing any loved ones back home, but would miss the company of the other nurses.
And so the auction began. Faisal had fancied Greta from the very beginning. He was determined to add her to his harem and so he took possession of Greta for the mere sum of $775,000 after only 5 bids. Anna had been the source of Chloe’s multi-orgasms that night, something Chloe had never experienced in her life. Chloe actually felt that Anna might become her life partner. And so as the auction continued Anna went to Chloe for $940,000 on the 8th bid. But the bidding lasted several minutes for Lori, who had impressed every man in the group. The bidding actually started at $1 million by Donald and was quickly raised half a million by Terrence. Xavier placed a bid of $2 million and was outbid immediately by Phillip at $2.5 million.
At this point Naoki made an offer of $3 million, and the auction began to slow down. One host would increase the amount a few thousand dollars and another would counter with a few thousand more. Several minutes was spent with bids being increased in small amounts until Lori was finally auctioned to Naoki for $4.25 million. His bid was several hundred thousands of dollars higher than the previous bid, and with his bid all bidding came to an end. As soon as the auction had ceased, the new masters took possession of their slaves, saw that they were dressed in the most beautiful attire suitable to the region in which they would be living, and removed them to their various modes of transportation—mostly personal custom jets. The slaves had performed to the perfect delight of their former masters. The night had gone far beyond the expectations of the captors. The final pill each had taken along with their final injection had finished the transformation from nurse to sexual slave. The three girls would find their new identity with their buyers as the best possible thing that could have ever happened to them. Now the captors bore the new responsibility of securing another trio of beautiful girls for their next adventure in human trafficking.

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Love or Torture?

CHAPTER ONE
It had taken a lot of convincing, but finally, FINALLY, Chloe’s parents had agreed to let her go on holiday with her friends over the summer. There were six of them going including her, going on a group holiday before going back to school. Chloe was over the moon. It had taken weeks of sucking up, extra chores, ‘love-me’ eyes and generally being over the top nice to convince her parents, but finally they had relented.
Chloe was above average looks for a girl of just 15. Long naturally wavy blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders to her mid back, bright blue eyes, flawless skin, curvy body (but only in the right places) Nice firm boobs with bright pink nipples, a heart-shaped bubble butt and long legs. Despite having long legs however, she only just brushed over five-foot-two, she really wasn’t tall.
She was probably the best looking of her group of friends, although the twins, Kelly and Cindy were also teenage knockouts. Both had jet black hair that was straight as an arrow, Kelly had hers only to her shoulders whilst Cindy’s fell all the way down to her butt. They each had blue eyes too, swimmers bodies and were tall, a good six inches over Chloe. They did everything together and turned many heads as they paraded through town wearing as little as was socially acceptable.
The other three girls, Danni, Jess and Lily were all good looking girls, but really weren’t in the same league as the others. Jess was carrying a little extra weight and Danni had a rather hideous pair of glasses that didn’t suit her at all and certainly didn’t do her any favours.
But none of this really mattered, they were all really close, and they were finally heading on holiday to Spain.
The weeks dragged by, Chloe ticking seemingly endless days off of her calendar, buying clothes and lotion and sunglasses and all the essentials for a girls-only holiday.
Eventually, the day arrived and her parents dropped her at the airport. Final hugs and warnings were given and her mother shed a tear as she waved her through the gate. Chloe was happy though, and was laughing as she took her seat next to Lily on the plane. Not a care in the world. Nothing could spoil this holiday.
She might have felt differently if she had known that this was the last time that she would ever see her parents.
The plane landed a little after nine PM local time, and it was not dark but evening was certainly setting in. As teenage girls always will when booking their own holidays, none had thought to book a cab to their hotel and so they found two outside the airport and after some pointing at maps and showing booking forms, the cab drivers loaded their luggage and set off.
The first sign that something was wrong was that the drivers headed off in the complete wrong direction. But having no local knowledge and not really focusing on where they were going, the girls didn’t notice this. It was getting steadily darker and as the initial excitement was wearing thin, the first trace that something was amiss dawned on Chloe.
They had left the city long behind and were deep into the country now. There were no buildings to speak of and the scenery was getting less and less green and turning almost into dry desert. Chloe looked across at Jess beside her, before glancing at Cindy in the front seat. They all exchanged worried and confused looks. Then she caught the eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror.
Before she even had time to work out what had happened, he had slammed the brakes on, sending her flying into the back of his seat. Cindy had very nearly smacked her head on the dashboard and Jess had been sent smashing into the seat in front of her as well. If she hadn’t been so worried about her own situation she would have noticed the other Taxi (which was slightly ahead of them) had stopped as well.
Recovering from her shock, she looked into the front to see the driver had knocked Cindy out cold. A trickle of blood was running from her forehead. Chloe screamed but she knew it was useless. The doors had automatically locked and they were in the middle of nowhere. The driver reached into the back, pinning her against the door. Jess was hammering at his back, but her efforts were barely evening bothering the man as he shoved a rag into Chloe’s face. She could barely breathe, she felt herself slowly slipping unconscious. Barely thirty seconds later, she blacked out.
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CHAPTER TWO
She was lying down on a bed. Across from her was a light brown door that was closed. She knew without having to be told that it was locked. A small round window was pouring light onto her face. She had woken with a start and realised that her wrists were shackled above her head to the bed frame. She had clothes on. The same she had been wearing. A tight fitting pair of denim shorts, a pink vest top and pop socks. Her shoes were missing. She had been comfortable in these clothes when she put them on, but now, somehow, she felt very exposed.
She had no idea how long she lay there for. By the time that she heard voices outside the door however, the light beam had moved all the way to her knees. A key turned in the lock and the door swung open. She had a brief look at another door on the other side of a hallway before a man entered and the door swung shut again.
He was tall. Much taller than her. And well-built as well. He wore a tight fitting tank top and cargo shorts. His beard was black and clipped short, like the hair on top of his head. His eyes were piercing; he seemed to take every detail of her in. He didn’t speak for a while.
‘So’ he said softly, ‘you’re English?’
He spoke with a Spanish accent for sure, but his English was very good.
‘Y-y-yes’ Chloe stammered back at him. Her heart was pounding and her brain was going a thousand miles an hour.
‘Hmmm’ it was disconcerting that his eyes never left hers. He never seemed to blink. ‘Vacation huh? You got a little bit more than you were expecting on this trip, huh little girl?’
There was no answer that she could give, but he didn’t seem to need one.
‘It does not matter. What matters is that you belong to me now. Your body, your mind. I own you little girl, that is all that matters!’
She was truly terrified. This was a situation that she had never even believed could happen outside of movies. All she could think of was one thing.
‘M-m-m-m-my friends! What h-have you done, w-with them? She stammered at him so fast she barely had time to think before saying the words.
‘Ha! Your friends are here. You are in with luck little girl. Normally we split groups like yours up, but we have had a request for six girls, and we were thinking we were out of luck until you came along’
She was confused. Her friends were safe. Well, they were here and by the sounds of it alive, but beyond that she had no idea what was going on. She managed to string together a question from what he had told her.
‘W-what do you mean a request?’
He cocked his head to one side and for the first time blinked.
‘You are all to be sold, to a very wealthy client. Tomorrow, we will move you to him’
Before that could sink in, he had moved to the door, opened it and was gone.
Sold?! She had been sold, her friends too! To who?
She began to cry. She was so terrified. Her thoughts were of her parents, so far away, so unaware of what their daughter was going through. They might not even notice anything was wrong for ten days. It would have been a small comfort to see her friends, but even they were beyond her reach for the time being.
She was hungry. Sleep would not come. She was thirsty.
It was dark before the door opened again.
The man who entered didn’t say a word. He simply carried a tray to her; on it was a glass of water, some bread and a slice of ham.
He fed her and gave her a drink, which she would have rejected if she had been in any position to move or struggle. Plus she was famished.
After he had done his duty, he left, Chloe’s shouted questions falling on apparently deaf ears.
She cried again, but with food and water inside of her, she could at least manage to cry herself to sleep.
The light hit her again. She woke with a start. The first man was in front of her again. He had a rope in his hand. She let her sleepy eyes wander to the door; two more men were standing there, holding long knives. He approached her, she whimpered but there was no compassion in his eyes. He tied the rope around her arms and then unshackled her before forcing a hood over her head. He was rough, pushing her to the door. He led her down the hall and shoved her into a van parked at the end. She fell to the floor but hit something soft, another person.
‘Hello?’ she whispered.
‘Chloe?’ came a voice that she recognised as Kelly’s. she sounded if anything more terrified than her.
‘Oh my god what is happening?!’ Chloe reeled off quickly. She felt a blow to her head and shriek to her left told her Kelly had received the same.
‘No talk, NO talk!’ came a gruff voice she didn’t recognise.
After a few minutes another thud told her another of her friends had been put in the van, then another, then another and finally, another. She didn’t dare say anything and none of them spoke either, although she head some muffled sobs.
They drove what seemed for hours. None of them speaking, seeing where they were going, just feeling the road go by beneath them.
After what seemed forever they stopped and the doors opened. She was roughly grabbed and dragged around what she assumed were halls. Faint music was playing in the background.
She was brought suddenly to her feet. Her hood was removed, but before she could get more than a glimpse of her surroundings, she was unconscious again.
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CHAPTER THREE
When she woke again she was tied to another bed. This time though, it was different. She was not on her back, she had been tied clamped in the doggy position. What was more, she was clean, had her hair back in a ponytail, but worst of all, was naked. She could tell this because she was facing a mirror. This was not an ordinary bedroom though. Whoever owned this was RICH! The sheets beneath her were silk she could tell, and the mirror was surely surrounded by gold? The walls were patterned beautifully and the room was perfumed and smelled beautiful. Behind her reflection she could make a door out, white.
Her head was unrestricted and she cast around for a better look at her surroundings, but nothing seemed to help. There were no windows in this room. As she turned her head she noticed something else about herself. Tied around her waist was a bow. Large and red, it too looked like it was made of silk. She looked, she thought, like a present.
The door burst opened and sprang back so quickly it shut again off of its hinges. The man who came through was taller even than the man who had taken her. He was black, extremely muscular, he wore only a red silk robe that left his torso bare and only covered the waist down. He certainly was not an attractive man. One of his eyes was white, there was no pupil and he had a terrible scar that cut down his cheek and made his beard look strange. However his physique made her think of body builders and pictures that she had seen of men like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
‘Good evening young lady’ he spoke, again with a perfect English dialect but his accent was African not Spanish. He spoke as though she was not tied to his bed and stark naked.
‘I am aware that this must be a very unusual situation you find yourself in. However you should know that I am not going to hurt you, so long as you do what I say’ he smiled. He was standing right behind her. He had not looked anywhere but her eyes, he was totally at ease.
She was bewildered. She was still petrified but there was something about this man that made her less afraid, she knew the terror was all coming from her and that this man was not telling her lies.
Then he said something that totally shattered that illusion.
‘However’ he carried on, the smile instantly gone, to be replaced with an expression of malice. ‘if you do disobey me, even slightly, your friends will be made to suffer and you will watch their punishment’
A cry of terror caught in her throat and her eyes welled up. The man however was smiling again.
‘Anyway’ he said brightly, as though they were about to discuss a movie or dinner, ‘let us get down to business’
For the first time he looked across her body. Down her neck, along her back across her spread bum cheeks, down her crack to her bright pink pussy, then down her legs, and back up to her face.
‘Very nice!’ he said, giving her a toothy grin. She noticed two of his teeth were missing.
He reached and undid the bow. It fell off of her, the silk brushing her sides. He stepped right up to her, cupping one cheek of her ass with his hand and leaning to her ear. She felt the power of the man as he leaned gently on her.
‘Just as a last reminder’ he almost whispered, ‘disobey me, and your friends will suffer’
He stood back again and released his robe. Despite her situation, Chloe could not help but gasp.
She had had sex before. Barely a year ago, her boyfriend had taken her virginity. However he had a penis about five inches long.
The man standing behind her defenceless body had a penis that was at least eight inches long. And it was soft.
‘You really are a present are you not!’ he exclaimed. Before she really saw him move he had raised his hand and it had come crashing down on her left cheek. It stung like fire and she screamed out loud at the force.
‘Now, young lady, no need to scream like that. You will not scream again, that is an order!’
She was ready for what happened this time, and as his hand came crashing down on her right cheek, her friends face played through her mind. She bit so hard into her lip, she bled.
‘Better’ he said smiling. She noticed that his cock was gradually hardening, it was up to ten inches and growing now.
He straddled her waist. Putting his massive tool between her thighs he squished them around it and began fucking her thighs. She saw in the mirror his one good eye was closed. It was a fully hard cock now sliding between her legs.
Without warning he slid his dick from between her thighs and put it at the entrance to her pussy. She gasped as the head pressed against her entrance and then in one fluid motion, he was inside her.
She shrieked.
His eye did not open. His rhythm did not stop. He began to fuck her. Slowly at first. His cock sliding all the way out of her pussy until only the tip was left in. then he would slowly insert it all the way back. He did about an inch a second.
It had hurt when he first went in, she was not horny, she was scared. However now. She had to admit, feeling that monster in her was turning her on.
He had not said anything about her outburst. Maybe it only applied to spanking? Or maybe he had been too caught up in the moment to realise.
Gradually the stroked got faster. He was putting more force in as well, his mighty sack was slapping at her as he thrust himself into her again and again.
She hated herself for it. But she came. Her orgasm burst over her, she had never cum so hard before. Careful not to risk crying out again, she satisfied herself with groaning and moaning as quietly as possible. It was not easy. He was filling her 15 year old pussy so well. It occurred to her in that state of orgasmic bliss, she never wanted that cock to leave her pussy.
Her eyes closed again, as she came for the second time. On and on he pounded, he did not tire. He just keep pounding away.
A finger slipped into her ass. It was unexpected, but she welcomed it. It was just another stimulation to bring her to her next mind blowing orgasm.
Finally. Just as she peaked for the third time. He came.
He spewed inside of her, the cum spurted so hard that even with his cock buried inside her tight little twat, it spurted out of the sides.
She was ashamed as she came back down. A tear rolled down her cheek.
‘You did good young lady’ he said, she was worried that he was not even out of breath. ‘Clean yourself up’ he indicated a box of tissues on the counter as he reached for a key and undid her bindings.
Not even bothering to retrieve his robe he walked to the door. He opened it and was across the threshold before he turned.
‘Oh, the second outburst did not go un-noticed’ he said, stern but looking over his shoulder so she could not see the emotion in his eyes. She stopped rubbing her wrists at once.
‘In half an hour, you will see what happens when you break my rules’ with that he slammed the door.
Chloe felt the tears come again, she had let her friends down. But worse. She had given herself totally, mind and body, to the man who had bought her as a slave.
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Trafficked Love Ch. 19

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. —Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

The Chace McCartson Tale (RW) – Chapter III

With Erica still sitting on my lap, I spent some time explaining the rules she had to follow and they were pretty simple; I’d be watching her every move from the camera system and she was free to do whatever she wanted down there, at the basement.

Lost Tribe

Sometimes being captured by a tribe of natives is better than the life you led before.

Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Chapter 2 The Remodel.

Everything here is fiction.
This one is light on the dirty but builds on the lore.
Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.
This is a repost from my story over on Xhamster and all work here is my own sick twisted creation.
Please let me know what you thought, people seem to like this story on other sites so I thought you would too.

The Last White Hope(Chapter 6)

This a fictional story about becoming President of our country. It sort of parallels our present history and time line.
Chapter Six is about Tina with me at the White House
She was kind of toying with her dish of applesauce. I figured she had some questions about what happened to her this evening.
“What would have happened to me if you did not have those agents rescued me from those men?” She asked me.
“Are you really sure that you what to know, or should we leave well enough alone?” I responded back to her.
“I have to know, please tell me?” She asked me in a soft voice.
“You’re sure?” I asked her. She just nodded her head yes.
“Well there are 3-4 possible scenarios and maybe a couple more. The possible scenarios which could happen to you, all of them are bad. They all will involve you getting raped multiple times by different guys.” I told her
“Just how explicit do you want me to be?” I asked her with a serious look on my face.
She just sat there stirring her applesauce, with her head down, then she looked up at me with those soft brown eyes. ”I want to hear just what would have happened to me, tell it all anyway you want to.” She replied back to me.
“First is that they would take you to a safe house. There each man in the group, and we know there was at least five in the group. They are going to rape you as many times as they want to.” I told her. “They will fuck both your pussy and your anal hole. When done they will make you lick their cock’s clean.” I started out with the most likely scenario.
“After they get tired out from fucking you, they will let you rest, while they recharge their batteries. You will need the rest as both your ass and pussy will be very sore. The next day, round two with you will begin. This will keep up until they get tired of you as a fuck toy.” I told her. “They may even invite a few friends, both male and female, to participate in the fun.”
“After they are done with you, they may let you go. I doubt that would happen. Or they may take you to a dark alley and kill you. Again I think that is highly unlikely.” I informed her of those two possible side options.
“The second option would be to get you high on some type of drug, probably heroin. Once you are addictive to the drug, then they have you in their clutches.” I informed her.
“With your good looks, blonde hair, great body, they would most likely turn you into a prostitute.” You would turn tricks, in order to get your heroin fix. How long you will last as a junkie and hooker, I have no idea.” I said to her.
“The third option, is that the leader would keep you as a sex slave.” I said to her.
“What is a sex slave and what does a sex slave do?” She asked me with a puzzled look.
“Well first he would place you in a dark room like a basement. Then he will strip you naked and either put you in a cage, or put a collar around your neck and chain you to a post. Either way you will have a collar around your neck.” I told her.
“What is the collar for?” She asked me wide eyed.
“It is to show everyone that you are his bitch, or sex slave, and he will usually hook a leash to the collar to walk you. Also the collar could be used for electric shock, if so equipped. Or in punishment mode, it will have a chain hooked to it, to keep you chain to a certain place.” I answered her.
“When you address him, you will call him master. You will only speak, when you are spoken to. You will be punished for any rules that you violate. He will either beat you, or shock you through the collar that you will be wearing.” I explained all of this to her.
“Getting back to breaking you, it might be a few weeks or a few months, depending on how you reacted. The only contact that you would have with him, would be when he brought you some food and water. Or if he took you to the bathroom.” I said to Tina.
“When you finally break, you will have become his sex slave. He will then have sex with you for the first time. You will desire to please him, for he is now your master. You will do anything that he tells you to do. Most of it will involve some type of sex act.” I told her.
“You will always be naked in his house. You will clean the house, cook his dinners, and any other chores what he tells you to do. You will suck his cock anytime he tells you. If he tells you to suck the cock of one of his male friends. You will do it to please your master. After all you don’t want to disappoint your master.” I informed her.
“He may dress you up and take you to a sex slave party. There you may interact with other sex slaves, and be involved in various sexual acts. Anything that your master asks of you, you will always do. If you disappoint your master in any form, you will be punished.” I said as I paused to take a drink of water. “This would be something like the Stockholm Syndrome, where you fall in love with your captor’s”.
“There is one last option that they might do. I really don’t think it is very viable, mainly because of your age. But you are blonde and have a very nice body, with nice size breast. They would hook up with a middle man and sell you to him. He would whisk you off to New York, where they would put you on a jet and fly you to one of the Arab counties. There you would be bought by either a Sheik or Prince. The buyer would put you into their harem. You would be used as their sex slave, or to be used by one of their guest.” I said.
“All in all any of these options will end the way of life as you know it. You will probably never be in contact with any of your family or friends again.” I finished up telling her.
After I paused from telling her about the possible options, and all that could have happened to her. She had been staring down at her applesauce. She looked up at me, she seemed alittle pale and shell shock, and her eyes were moist. I could see her tongue licking her dry lips.
“Are you ok?” I asked her, and she just nodded her head yes in reply.
Finally she smiled at me and said, ”I think I will go take a shower and wash this day off me.”
“That is a great idea, you go take a shower and I will clean up the dishes. When you get done join me in the living room where I will be watching some TV.” I said to her with some enthusiasm in my voice.
“Do you want me to help you with the dishes?” She asked me.
“No No No you go take your shower these few dishes won’t take me long.” I replied back to her.
She got up and walked away as I watched her go. God she has a sexy body. What a great walk she has, with a nice sway to her hips. I put the dishes on a tray, and carried them into the kitchen. I washed and dried them and put them away. I walked back into the living room and turned on the TV. I started to watch CNN for a half hour, till 10:00 p.m., then turn the channel over to the local Fox news which was just starting.
Tina walked in just as the news was starting. She was wearing some type of silver silk robe over her nightie. She was showing a lot of leg, as she settled down on the couch next to me. I was sitting in my easy chair.
The news broadcast started with a report about an attempted kidnaping of an anonymous diplomat, which was broken up by the Secret Service. The kidnapers were arrested, and the unnamed diplomat was safely escorted away.
I looked over to Tina, and she had tears in her eyes.
“Come here baby, sit on my lap, and let me comfort you.” I said to her with some passion in my voice.
She got up and sat on my lap, and put her arms around my neck, and nestled her head onto my shoulder. Within a few seconds I could feel her body start to shake, and tears flowed from her sad brown eyes, as my shirt started to get wet. All the excitement and emotions of the day, finally got to her and she broke down and cried.
I held her tight and started to stroke her hair. I cooed softly to her, “there there baby it is ok, you’re safe now. It is all over and the bad guys have been caught.”
She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked at me with her tear stained face. Suddenly her lips hungrily pressed into my lips with a passionate kiss. I returned the kiss, and felt her tongue slowly enter into my mouth. Our tongues softly caressed together, as our passionate kiss increased in pressure. My hand slowly massaged the bottom of her perfect breast. She was squirming on my lap, causing my cock to get hard.
I broke the kiss and said to her, “it is past 10 o’clock, are you ready to go to bed?”
She smiled at me and said, “yes.” Then she giggled and said, “I think something is poking me in the butt.” I laughed when she said that.
She got off me and I got up, and turned off the TV and the lights. We walked hand in hand into my bedroom.
“I will be right back. I need to go to the bathroom.” I said to her with a kiss on her lips.
She smiled at me as I walked to the bathroom. There is a big mirror above the sink, which lets you look back into the bedroom. I could see her take her robe off, and drop her nightie, and panties. It was mostly a silhouette view, but I could see her big boobs hang down. It made my mouth water. I quickly took a piss, and walked back into the bedroom and stripped off my clothes, and climbed into bed with her. She flowed into my arms, and locked her lips with mine in an affectional kiss.
“Thank you master.” She whispered in my ear.
“What is this master stuff?” I asked her puzzled sound in my voice.
“I want to be your sex slave for the night.” She replied back to me
“Are sure?” I asked her
“Yes master I am.” She responded.
“You will do everything that I ask of you, no matter what it is?” I further asked her.
“Yes master I am yours for the night, till tomorrow morning, to do with me as you please.” She replied back to me.
“OK come here slave.” I commanded.
We held each other tightly, kissing softly then with more passion, our tongues were dancing together in our mouths. I was gently playing with her boobs and nipples. I could feel the bumps on her areolas, as I increased the pressure on her nipples. Her breathing became a little more laborious, as her excitement between her legs increased.
I worked my head down her neck with kisses and soft bites, till I got to her boobs. I started to lick her nipples and then I licked the little bumps on her areolas. I took her nipples in my mouth, and softly bit them.
“Oh master, that feels so good, do that harder, bite them harder,” She purred at me in delight.
I took my teeth and lightly raked her nipples. I gave each of them some nice love bits, as I sucked them harder. Her breasts are so nice and soft, and I massage them gently, pushing her nipples deeper into my mouth, and I continued to inhale on her rock hard nipples, trying to deep throat them. I could hear her breath coming in gasping pants.
As I was sucking on her nipples, my hand was busy rubbing the lips of her cunt. I rubbed just inside of her outer lips. Moving my finger back and forth, getting my finger well coated with her love juices. I then rubbed her star hole coating it with her juices. When it was really wet, I then penetrated her lubricated star hole up to my first knuckle of my index finger, I kept pushing till I buried my finger deep inside of her anal hole.
“Yes master push your finger in deeper.” She moaned at me.
I worked her star hole with my finger, and I could feel her arousal, as her breathing got deeper. I invaded her wet pussy with my thumb, as I rubbed both holes, I could feel my thumb and index finger between that thin wall of flesh that separated her two holes.
I could hear her breath catch, as her excitement built toward an orgasm.
She gave a sharp gasp, “Oh master I think I’m going to cum,” as she gave a soft scream.
I removed my thumb, and inserted two fingers into her love canal, rotating them around and around as fast as I could inside of her. I could feel her thrust her pelvic up into my fingers. I reached up with my index finger and hit her sensitive G-spot on her vagina, causing her flinch and raise her hips up.
“OOO God master that is the spot, please rub that spot harder,” She begged to me as she exhaled deeply.
I kept rubbing that G-spot hard as I could, till my finger got tired. I moved over and attacked her clitoris. It was in an engorged state, and was hanging out of her pussy lips
“Master I am sooo close to cuming, “ She cried out in a voice full of sexual passion.
She locked her legs against my hand and filled my palm full of her hot cream. I pulled my hand free, and brought it up to her face,
“Licked my hand clean of your juices.” I order her. She licked my hand clean.
I moved her sideways on the bed, as I kneeled down on the floor to have better angle to get to her pussy. She parted her legs wide for me to have better access. I started to lap up the honey dew on her outer lips. I parted her outer lips, and struck gold. Her pussy was soaking wet with her cum, and I lapped up as much as I could. I pushed her lips up to get better access to her clitoris. I licked and sucked on it, and then I flicked it a few times with my tongue, and then softly bit it with my teeth. That caused her to buck her hips, and she howled out in pleasure. I sucked and licked her pussy and clitoris, till her orgasm exploded in a blast of her honey juices, drenching my face, as I tried to drink it all down.
“Oh master I am so ready, please put it in me now,” She implored me.
“Slave that is not the proper way to beg to be fucked, do it the right way?” I command her.
“Sorry master, would you please fuck me now with your hard cock.” She pleaded with me.
I moved up on the bed with her. I mounted her, with her legs wide apart, and I gently rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, causing her to squirm. I kept tormenting her with my cock, slowly inserting my mushroom head into her pussy till the head was in, and then I pulled it back and continued to rub her slit. I did this over and over, till she was begging me to fuck her.
“Master why are you teasing me, please put that big cock into my pussy and fuck me?” She seemed to command me.
I jammed my cock into her as hard and deep as I could, and left it deep inside for her to adjust to it. I had her legs over both of my shoulders, and then I split them apart, and I pounded her pussy with my rock hard missile. With each thrust I made, I could hear her grunt in pleasure. Finally I could feel my nuts start to cook.
“Master I am almost there, fuck me harder, make me cum, “ She moaned in ecstasy.
I stopped and pulled my cock out of her pussy. I flipped her over on her stomach, and started to rub my cock against her anal hole.
“Has this hole ever been fucked by a cock?” I asked her.
“Yes master I have had anal sex before, but it has been more than thirty years since I was last fucked in my butt hole.” She replied.
I started to push harder against her star hole, but she was tight and I was having some problem penetrating her. I reached over the end table and grabbed some Vaseline. I lube her anal hole and my cock.
“Just relax baby and I will slide right in.” I told her.
“I will try master.” She said back to me.
She relaxed and I gave a push, and my cock slide right into her anal hole. I paused for a few seconds for her to get used to this invasion. They I slowly start to fuck her ass. She must be enjoying it, as she met my every thrust. I started to spank her ass cheeks. I think this surprised her.
“Have you been a bad girl, do you need some more spankings?” I asked her.
“No master I have been good, but spank me anyway.” She said
I was slamming her ass hard as I continued to spank her cheeks. They were getting red with my hand prints on them. I was getting close to blowing my nuts. I pulled my cock out of her ass, and rammed it into her pussy. I was hammering her hard, when her whole body shook, as she exploded into a major orgasm. I held her tight as I fill her pussy with my hot white cream, squirt after squirt went deep into her pussy.
I flopped over on my side of the bed and said, “slave go down and lick my cock clean.”
She looked at me for a second like she was not going to do it, then she moved to the end of the bed and licked and sucked my cock clean. She moved up next to me, and snuggled into my arms.
“Thank you master.” She said in a soft voice
I closed my eyes for a second, and the next thing I know it is 6:30 a.m., and I looked over and she is still in my arms. I don’t think we moved all night long. I disengaged myself from her and went to the bathroom to take a piss.
I laid back down and next thing I know there is a strange feeling going on with my pecker. I look down and see this blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock. I laid back down, and watched her, as she continued sucking on my cock.
She had my cock in her mouth sucking away, and then she let it slide out. She started to lick the shaft of my cock, down the cum tube, right down to my sack. She gave each nut sack a nice bath with her tongue and mouth. She then licked her way back up my cum tube to my mushroom head. She started to lick the underside of my sensitive head. She then she lightly rakes her teeth over that area, causing shivers to run down my back.
She licked the head of my cock, and my eruption tube exit hole with the tip of her tongue. Then she started to take me fully in her mouth, I could hear her gag a couple of times, till I was fully imbedded in her throat, and her nose was rubbing my pubic area. She deep throated me a few times with a swallowing action.
It was not long and my nuts sent a message to my brain, that an eruption was about to occur, as my cum tube an exit hole expanded to prepare for my flow of hot cum to be released. I gave a big groan and shot my load deep into her throat. I could hear her gag for a couple of seconds, and then she sucked me dry, and cleaned my cock off.
“Good morning master, did you enjoy your blow job?” she asked as she crawled up to me, with a mischievous look in her brown eyes, and her breath smelling like my cum.

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Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Chapter 1 The Mindfuck.

Everything here is fiction.
Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.
This is a repost from my story over on Xhamster and all work here is my own sick twisted creation.
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the chase

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jason awoke to the sound of a distant police siren cutting through the night like a banshee’s shrill wail. He lay in the darkness of the tiny motel room for a few confused moments with his arm across his face, forgetting where he was, why he was there.
Memories returned and with them came the cold grip of fear. He quickly lunged over to turn on the lamp, assuring himself there was nothing else in the room. The dull light showed he was sprawled across the old, worn bed still in his underwear after a much needed shower. With a groan, he sat up and held his throbbing head in his hands. He had only meant to stay for a few hours when he had checked into the isolated, rundown motel earlier that afternoon.
The motel might have been modern and serviceable when it was built decades ago, but without the highway traffic to support it the place had fallen into disrepair. The bathroom and bed were clean if dilapidated and dingy, but jason hardly noticed.
He was exhausted, physically and mentally. He had been running for so long, interminably fleeing his every waking moment until he could barely remember his life before this nightmare had started.
There were still some recollections in of the past buried in his sleep-deprived mind if he made the effort to dig them out: a decent, sedentary job as a computer programmer, no worries greater than his rent and car payments, blissful ignorance of what existed out there in the shadows of the so-called real world.
His money was running low, his bank account almost gone and his credit cards nearly maxed out, but he had to pay to stay in motels even for the inadequate rest he stole during the day. He couldn’t afford to be taken in or detained by the police or highway patrol for even a few hours. Constant, headlong flight was his only chance.
He swung off the bed and staggered to the bathroom, his throat parched. In the stark, fluorescent light, Lindsay stared at himself in the dull mirror. Healed scratches were barely visible lines across the bare skin of his neck, torso and arms. He had lost weight, he couldn’t remember his last decent meal. He couldn’t remember how long he had been running, whether weeks or months had passed, but it had hardened him, mentally and physically, forcing him to find resilience and strength he had never known he possessed.
He splashed tepid water across his unshaven face and drank handfuls until his throat no longer felt sore. He had to leave at once. The day was his only chance for rest, he had to keep moving once it was night.
jason walked swiftly back out to the bedroom, but before he could grab his travel-stained duffle bag and tug on his wrinkled jeans and shirt, the locked and bolted door of the motel room swung open.
She stood there. jason had known who it was before the door opened, there was no one else it could be. A small, slender figure standing poised in the doorway in a baggy leather jacket and tight, black miniskirt, leather gloves on her hands and an expensive purse slung over her shoulder. Silvery-white hair, wild and unruly, was cut short in back and draped over in the front, hiding half her face. The silvery color of the tresses looked like a bad dye-job, though jason knew it wasn’t. Pale, smooth skin shown luminescent in the dim lamplight.
“Hi,” she said simply and walked inside. She wore a tight pink top under the jacket and her skirt clung to curving hips, below elegant legs were outlined in black fishnet stockings.
“You’re slowing down, jason. You didn’t get nearly as far today,” her voice was musical and entrancing with an accent that might have been Irish but was actually something far, far older.
knew she could see perfectly well even with her hair hanging in front of her face. He stood frozen in terror, unable to move or make a sound.
“Maybe you’re letting me catch up. Did you think about that?” she asked him, tossing aside the purse and shrugging off her jacket. Her firm breasts were clearly displayed by the meager half-top that left her sleek belly bare. Her skirt rode very low on her hips and jason knew the only thing she wore underneath was her stockinghose. “Maybe you’re finally getting tired of trying to get away. You can’t you know. No human male can escape a Mahdron Sidhe.”
Sidhe. jason hadn’t known what one was before he met her. Wouldn’t have known to pronounce it ‘she’. Wouldn’t have believed the ancient legends which told of sinister faerie lovers who delighted in tormenting the men they chose as partners.
“Stay away,” jason croaked, finally able to speak and move, edging toward his duffle bag. “Just stay back, Sifania.”
She ignored him, walked over to the bed and took a jumping seat on it, testing its springs with several bounces of her bottom. “I have some bread and biscuits, sorry cookies I mean, if you want to have something to eat first,” she offered him.
jason knew better than to eat any food offered by a faerie. At least all those computer role playing games had taught him something about myths. He never would have had the chance to run at all if he had consumed anything she ever prepared for him.
She was pulling off her gloves and kicking off her boots, tucking her stockinged legs underneath herself on the bed. Her hands small and slender but her fingers were inhumanly long and they had wickedly sharp claws on them. She turned her head up to him and her disorderly hair tilted to the side, from the nose down she could have been a beautiful, human woman, pert nose, perfect, heart-shaped lips and a slender chin.
Behind her hair and above the line of her nose, she was a monster, her eyes were feral, yellow pits of glowing malevolence, her brow curved forward and down where the bridge of her nose should have been, she had no eyebrows only only rows of small, sharp scaled ridges, it was a face reminiscent of a shark or some other sea creature even more ancient and vicious that had swam through primordial oceans.
“You better eat something, you’re going to need your strength,” she told him, and her mouth split into a voracious smile, her glinting white teeth were double rows of jagged fangs.
jason made a wild lunge for his duffle bad and dragged out an old, rusted crowbar. It had been hard finding one that wasn’t made from tempered steel. Gripping the crowbar in both hands, he brandished it at the slim, other-than-human woman sitting on the bed.
She looked at him calmly, her delicate nostrils flaring as she caught the scent.
“Pure cold iron. You are learning,” she admitted. “No more silly guns and useless bullets. But that’s not going to be enough to keep you from me.”
“I’m not letting you get close this time,” jason threatened.
“I won’t have to, jason You’ll come to me,” she said and rose up from the bed, turning her back to him and lifting her arms to pull her top off over her head.
jason’s hands began to shake as the Sidhe began to undress. There was a row of short spines that led from the back of her neck and down between the shoulder blades of her smooth, gracefully muscled back, a bare back that would have looked very enticing without the inhuman spines.
Then she turned around, her lips turned in small teasing smile and her arms crossed over her chest. She slowly dropped her hands and spread her arms apart and let him look at her without the slightest blush of embarrassment. He tried not to see the curves of her perky breasts or her translucent, flawless skin. He tried to remind himself what would happen if he let the crowbar drop and took her into his arms the way he was already longing to do.
“I told you. No human male can escape a Sidhe,” she said, undoing the button down the side of her skirt. It snapped free of her hips, leaving her in only her fishnet stockings and jasonknew he was lost. The crowbar fell from his hands to the floor as a horrible, unearthly desire filled him as he gazed at the enticing, snowy white thatch of hair between her thighs. Unable to stop himself, he strode forward and pulled her into a crushing embrace, burying his face into her silky hair.
She sighed with pleasure and wrapped her arms around him, giving a squeeze in return with her claws digging into the muscles of his back. She pulled them both back toward the waiting bed and jason felt himself respond to the soft luxury of her naked body.
“No. Don’t,” grunted jason. through gritted teeth, even as he arms kept her close, but she was already dragging him onto the bed with her, pulling him down on top of her. She was much smaller than him but there was inhuman strength in her limbs. She easily scrapped off his underwear with nimble hands as she leaned back on the bed, her lithe, stocking-clad legs sliding up and wrapping around him.
“Ah yes!!” Sifania gasped as she pulled at jason with her arms and legs and the hard, throbbing erection he had not even been aware he had possessed suddenly slid into her warm, eager body.
“No, God no,” jason groaned in answer, unable to stop himself from letting his weight sink completely onto her and driving himself all the way into her. Pleasure coursed through him as he arched above the feminine creature squirming under him, supernatural delight washing through his mind, trying to claw at his sanity and tear away his will.
He might have been able to pull away in that first moment, but her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders and her legs were tense and clamped around his hips, allowing no chance to win his way free.
There was only one other way to end the horrid, unearthly sensations that threatened to consume him. Desperately, he slid his hands under her smooth hips and took gripping handfuls of her bare, rounded bottom. He began to thrust with frantic haste, moving as fast and hard he could, the springs under their bodies complaining as the bedframe began to jump with his efforts.
He closed his eyes, trying to trick himself into believing it was an ordinary woman under him, her warmth and softness the result of human passion and desire, not unearthly lust and faerie appetites. He almost succeeded, the swiftly growing ecstasy filing him as he tried to bring himself to climax before she could realize what he was doing.
But then her small, supple body went taut under him and she pushed him back, her shocking, yellow eyes staring up at him from her frightening face with a malicious, knowing stare.
“I don’t think so,” she gave him a fanged smile that chilled him to the bone. She tightened herself around his manhood until he gave a gasp of pain.
He ignored the sudden, excruciating tightness and desperately drove harder at her, heaving himself within her embracing arms and legs, her fishnet stockings leaving red marks on his skin. Straining hard with his teeth gritted tight, he almost reached the edge of the release he sought but just as he was about to climax, she grabbed his head and dragged his face down into a deep kiss.
Her mouth was very, very sweet, but her tongue was disturbingly thin and long. It snaked far into his mouth while the fork at its tip painfully pulled and tugged at his own tongue like a tiny, grasping hand. Far worse was the nearness of her eyes, now less than an inch away as they kissed, her golden, unnerving stare boring into his mind and keeping him from breaking their gaze or even closing his eyes.
She stopped his climax, he did not know how, but just as he reached the point of agonizing, welcome relief, his body was stopped short, leaving him with only the distress and physical anguish of his unfulfilled effort.
“You don’t think I’ll let you end it so quick, do you?” she broke the kiss to snarl into his ear. “You’re not going to get away with doing that this time. Now move.”
The last word was spoken in the inhuman, musical language of faerie, but jason knew what it meant even though he did not speak a word. That single utterance reached down into his being and made him start to move his hips, cycling them between her clutching thighs against his will as he laid himself across her body, unable to stop himself.
“No. No, don’t do this,” jason gasped, gripping the sides of the bed and trying to shove himself away even as he continued to forcefully thrust at her, the pressure and torment of his halted climax growing worse even as the anguish was mixed with a renewed pleasure from the velvety feel of her body, her stiff, aroused nipples pressing into his chest as she wiggled beneath him.
“Mmmm, that’s the way. Faster,” she told him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, reaching far down to dig her claws into his back and drawing her knees up higher until they were almost under his arms.
“Oh God,” he groaned. The pain became much worse as his pumping increased in speed in response to her command, his hips going faster with each passing moment. He had heard the old stories of faerie music making humans who heard it dance until they died from exhaustion. jason had another song filling his ears now, the lilting, feminine gasps and grunts of inhuman pleasure that goaded him on with an unearthly compulsion, forcing him to ignore his straining muscles and sexual anguish.
He drove himself deep within her body until she was lifting up her back from the mattress, crying out his name in ecstacy, heedless of the obvious suffering in every tense line of his harshly rigid body above her, or perhaps she was aware but only more aroused by his pain.
“Ah!AH!Oooohhh!!Don’t stop!Don’t stop!” she shouted.
She pulled her stockinged legs up even higher and slid them around his arms until her slim ankles were resting on his shoulders in a limber, flexible pose which left her laying folded in half underneath him. The position had her thighs forcing him a little bit away from her but her hands still gripped his neck, keeping him in place as she smiled and gazed hungrily up at him, her disturbing yellow eyes fervent and voracious.
jason could not look away even though it horrified and unnerved him to stare at that inhuman, ecstatic face, her features a macabre combination of eerie beauty and monstrous horror. Part of him struggled to break free and escape and part of him intensely yearned for her in spite of his fear and torment.
“AHHHH!!” she finally screamed as she climaxed, throwing her head back as tears of pure joy burst down her cheeks. jason could feel her shuddering in his arms as pleasure washed through her. He was abruptly released from the faerie spell that compelled him to keep moving but not the one that prevented him from bringing an end to their coupling by ejaculating into her.
He still moaned in relief as he was able to stop thrusting and collapsed on top of her, his rigid erection sore and throbbing and still buried deep within her. It hurt too much to try to draw it out and he could only lay there, gasping along with her as they both recovered their breath.
“Mmmmm, that was nice,” she eventually whispered and he felt her lips form into a wicked smile against the side of his neck. He felt a knowing chill of dread just before she pushed him over onto his back with a shove, keeping him inside of her as she sat up and straddled his body.
“But we’ve only just begun,” she grinned down at him, her accent thick as she ran her hands over his chest and dragged her fingers down so her claws left deep scratches in his skin.
She began to lift herself up and drove her whole body weight down onto him. jason yelled out, his aching manhood still trapped inside her warm, painfully tight channel as she plunged herself onto him. The excruciating pain of the sensation almost brought tears to his eyes and he had to clench his arms tightly at his sides, gritting his teeth against the anguish.
“Stop it! Oh God, that hurts! STOP!” he groaned, knowing it was useless. She only smiled even wider and began to quicken her pace, sliding her soft thighs against his sides and heaving herself above him until the bed was swaying like a ship at sea.
“I’m only just starting, you sweet man. We have a nice, long night ahead of us,” she laughed and cried out with eager delight, suddenly tightening her body around his erection so fiercely the pain made jason black out.
He had drifted back and forth into consciousness while Sifania rode him on the bed for what felt like hours. She climaxed more times than he could count, biting and clawing at his body in her passion while she relentlessly used him. Her spell kept him hard and rigid, restraining him from releasing himself in a climax and the frustrated, throbbing torment had exhausted him worse than any of the exertions she made him perform for her enjoyment.
The scratches, the bruises and the aching, horrible pain would have been bad enough, but jason was assaulted by a growing longing and desire as the faerie woman used him. He could feel her will trying to force him to give into her, to yield to the seductive pleasures she offered that would end his suffering. But jason resisted, sometimes barely holding on to his reason by his fingernails, until she finally decided to take a break from their efforts and take a shower, leaving him feeble and weak on the bed, his throbbing manhood still erect and painfully hard.
The sound of the water running in the bathroom drew jason out of his sore, fatigued stupor. Biting back a moan, he cautiously pushed himself up, all too aware that Sifania could hear even the slightest rustling of the sheets from the bathroom. He thought the echoing splashing of the water might be enough to cover the noise, and he slowly got to his feet, almost unable to support his weight and nearly falling to his knees. It was his chance, he realized, while she was refreshing herself in the shower. He had to escape, though he could not imagine how he was going to manage putting on a pair of pants over his aching manhood. But he had to leave before she started with him again, sometimes she would not stop using him until the dawn came.
He was trying to mentally plan how he could dress himself and flee out the door without making any noise, when jason suddenly realized he was standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He had walked over without meaning to, drawn there by the same unearthly compulsion which kept him hard and erect. His naked reflection in the mirror looked haggard, fresh new scratches covered a great deal of his torso, but jason barely noticed, his eyes were drawn to the shower.
Through the foggy glass doors, he could see her. Her lithe, slim body outlined through the glass, moving with a sensual, unnatural grace. His mind screaming insanely at him, but jason walked over to the shower and slid the door open.
She turned to face him, her hair wet and matted down, her inhuman, monstrous features starkly plain as rivulets of water glistened all over her alluring body.
“Why hello,” she said, gazing up at him with her sinister yellow eyes. Lindsay did not speak as he stepped into the shower and pushed her nude body back against the tiled wall. She let him lift her slender form up in his arms and with his mind still shrieking silently at him, he let her down onto his erection.
“Uuhhh!” he groaned at her eager tightness.
“Ahhh!!! Mmmmm,” she murmured blissfully as he entered her.
It was even more painful than before but he could not stop himself. He held her up off the floor pressed against the shower wall, her head leaning against him, the warm water running down her face, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in his embrace.
“Let’s finish this,” he moaned against the side of her wet, dripping head, no longer resisting her, no longer fighting. “I’ll do what you want.”
“Take us back to the bed,” she whispered, her arms helping him as he held her under her buttocks and carried her, dripping and wet, back to the bedroom. She stared up at him as he carried her to the bed, her yellow eyes half suspicious, half aroused by his willingness.
“Wait, take me this way,” she said and with their bodies slick and wet, Sifania easily rotated completely around in his arms, never breaking their coupling as she turned until she was facing away from him, her toes brushing the ground while he wrapped his around her slim waist to support her. The sharp, short spines along her back added new cuts onto his chest, but he ignored them and pushed them both onto the mattress.
Sifania went onto her hands and knees and Lindsay took hold of her hips. She peered back over her shoulder at him, a strand of wet hair falling across her inhuman face.
“Now, do it now!AHHHH!!” she both ordered and pleaded, her words turning into a gasp of ecstacy as jason immediately started to thrust himself into her. Their wet bodies made a loud smacking sound in the bedroom, and small, clear droplets of water flew from Sifania’s silvery-white hair and pale skin as Lindsay’s pounding rapdily increased in vigor.
He kept at her for long minutes, not knowing if it was water from the shower or anguished tears streaming down his face as he let himself stab away a Sifania’s lovely, nude body. The hideous pain was still there, but the pleasure was rapidly matching it, not making the torment go away, only making it impossible to stop no matter how much it hurt.
“AH! Yes, that’s it!! That’s it, JASOOOONNN!!” Sifania shouted his name again as he drove her to her orgasm.
As if the Sidhe’s intense climax was the key, jason felt the telltale pressure build within him and this time nothing halted it as he finally climaxed into her eager, willing body. It was like a dozen climaxes combined, and the shocking, welcome pleasure assaulted his resolve, crashing against his will, trying to overwhelm him and attempting to completely put him under Sifania’s absolute sway.
They both collapsed together onto the bed as their simultaneous orgasms stunned them both. The spines along Sifania slender back dug into his skin as he fell on top of her, but he did not care, the relief of finally climaxing and being freed of his hideous torment was the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.
He let himself go limp and relax on top of her limp, wetly slick form, listening to her murmur and moan beneath him. He brought his hands up to caress her soft skin. Kissing her lightly behind her ear,jason gently stroked Sifania’s wet hair, bringing new, drowsy murmurs of pleasure to her lips. He continued his tender, delicate touches until she finally dozed off into sleep in his arms.
Sifania awoke to the sound of a siren. She lay in the dimness of the tiny motel room, the sky outside the curtained window growing steadily lighter with the approaching dawn. She was sprawled face down across the old, worn bed, the sheets still damp with the water they had brought from the shower.
With a luxurious and satiated moan, she pushed her naked form up, her entire body suffused with sweet memories of the delights she had tasted the previous night. The last time with jason had been the most fulfilling by far for her, nothing could ever satisfy a Sidhe like a willing lover.
But he had not been completely willing, and Sifania now realized he was gone. His clothes and duffle bag were missing, he had fled the same way he had fled every time they had spent the night together.
The chase had been entertaining for her up until now, but Sifania was beginning to tire of it. jason was the one she had chosen to take as her lover and he could not escape her, no matter where in the world he fled.
She rose up and quickly dressed herself. She would need to find a safer place to wait through the day when her powers would be gone. It would give jason time to run away from her, but not enough time that she could not catch up to him again once the night fell again.
Before she left, Sifania reached into her purse and left a few coins of faerie gold for the old manager of the motel who had told her which room jason taken. The coins would bring more wealth to themselves if the manager chose to keep them, and like all faerie gifts, they would either make him rich or ruin him with greed.
Humans often suffered from such magical gifts, though the faerie felt humans brought such dooms upon themselves. jason was the same way. The fear and horror that were plaguing him as he fled from her would destroy him, maybe even kill him if he did not eventually realize the simple truth.
He was the one torturing himself, he was the one who was choosing to ignore what he knew was so obvious but could not accept. It was the reason was why Sifania was able to find him no matter where he went, the reason that drew him irresistible to her. Not the result of any mystical spell she had cast but a magic far more powerful, that precious human magic of the heart which the faerie coveted more than anything in the world and which Sifania hungered from Lindsay.
She never once felt the horrible torture jason suffered from her passions was the result of her, with the guiltless emotions of a Sidhe, Sifania always felt his torment was caused by himself. All faerie gifts were that way, even pleasures of the bed, humans had to choose what they would do with the gifts they were given. It was always a choice.
Sifania was sure jason would make the right choice. She had merely to convince him to abandon his reluctance and accept what she offered him, to accept her with all his heart. Until then, the chase would go on.

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Teacher, Teacher

Sandy Hauser and Dawn Reynolds on vacation in Mexico are set up to be arrested and blackmailed. Themes are for the entire story.