Longings and Loathings - Chapter 8

Martha entered the dark room enveloped in her velvet dark cape, her mask was nicely secured over her eyes and she was feeling confident no one would ever recognize her or that anyone she knew would ever be in such a place. She felt her insides agitate a little to her last thought.

Honestly?
Who would ever in their perfect sense imagine good old Martha in there too? Appearances are so delusive.


She steadily walked to the cabinet where the numbers were placed and looked for the room key where her partner for the evening would be. The organization guaranteed a perfect match to each of the participants and she admitted to herself to be more than a little curious.


They also provided all the accessories required in closed boxes to assure the participants of the hygiene and clean policy they had. They also made sure that once you signed in before your membership was approved that you would deliver relevant blood work every six months.

She held her key between her fingers and followed the indications of the staff to where she would find the room. She recalled how she had decided to adventure herself into a secret club and how much she found that there was a meaner person inside of her, no just plain-jane Martha like everyone assumed when they looked at her.

She reached the door and entered the room. She was still alone and relief cursed through her body, she still had time to get to know the space and the imagine the possibilities before having a pair of eyes on her expecting her to know everything and control everything out of the blue. 

Experimentation is always required before one can reach perfection, she thought.

She entered the bathroom and removed her cape, leaving her in a leather body and high boots. The black lace mask remained on her face as well as her lace fingerless gloves. After a few moments she heard the door open and close, she took a deep breath and went to meet her slave for the night.

At the sound of her heels he snapped into position and knelt into a beautiful Nadu in front of her. His back perfectly straight with his stomach in, his palms were resting on top of his knees facing up, revealing that he was waiting. His eyes didn't leave the ground and she knew right there that he was a very well trained specimen. 

"Boy, you are going to obey my every wish. I do not wish to know your limits, you will have to rely on my better judgement. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

She moved around the room and pickup up a flogger. She moved intently to him and kissed his skin with her new found toy.

"Address me as Ma'am, I have not taken you as mine to have you address me as mistress. You are not worthy of being under my care."

"Yes Miss."

She took a moment to assess her character and moved to face the boy toy kneeling on the floor. She placed her fingers under his chin and raised his face towards her so she could get a good long look of what she had for the evening. She tried to recall the signals advised and gestured for him to move to the four pole bed and sit.

She went behind him trying to keep her composure and neatly tied his hands behind his back. After making sure the rope was secure, she guided him to lay back.

"Do you think you impress me with your Nadu and your silence? You are just another worthless wanker that wanders about." 

To this the pretty boy reacted by trying to move from the bed and leave, she moved to take hold of his sack and tightened her grip on it while ordering him.

"Down!" His body stiffened to her command and lowering his eyes again he laid back on the bed. She restrained his feet on the bed poles and moved to get some clamps. "You are going anywhere. Now shall we see how you react to pain?" She saw him attempting to control himself, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Poor you... scared now?" She held up a leather string so that he could see and began to tie his balls shortly after. She tied them tight, placing each testi apart. He was in pain, she could tell and the fact that he seemed to calm only roused her more to test his boundaries. She placed each clamp on the length of his member, stretching the skin on both sides. Once she was satisfied with the visual effect, she climbed on the bed and sat on his face. "Eat me boy."

He used his tongue with skill and technique. It was clear to her that he was used to these scenarios and that he had been very well trained. After a few moments her mind stopped rambling and all she felt was his lips and tongue building up to her orgasm.

After she was fully satisfied, she climbed down and kissed his lips feeling her own taste on his skin. She removed the clamps from the now fully hard member and released his hands. She sat down on nearby chair and ordered him to tease himself and climax. From there she watched as he enjoyed the feel of her eyes on him, the feel of his hand stroking the twitching member.

Before he was finished recovering from the spams of his body, she put on her cape and left the room leaving him wide eyed watching her leave without a word. As the door closed behind her, she heard is shaky voice.

"Thank you Miss."

On her way home she reflected on the night. Sure she had her pleasure but she did not have fun as she expected. He was a fine man, sexy and good looking but he was too tame for her. He did not struggle as she wanted, she did not have the chance to show him her superiority as he did not put up a fight. 

She looked at the club's card one more time and tossed it into the fireplace where the flames devilishly were eating away the wood. It was not what she expected. She took a hot bath and was preparing to sleep as the phone ringed.

"Hello?"

"Ms Travis, this is Ryan from the office. I wonder if I could stop by and give you the prints you requested earlier."

"I'm sure it can wait for tomorrow Ryan."

"But you told me to get them ready as soon as possible. I haven't even gone home yet to have them ready."

"Be careful with that tone, boy..." 

"I will be there to deliver your stupid prints in 10 minutes." Then he hang up.

"That brat!" She tried to calm down from his insolence, considering to just fire him for the behavior.

She looked at the burning flames for a moment in silence and an idea dawned on her. A wicked smile crept to her lips as the door bell rang.

"Martha, Martha... You wanted a rebel, I guess I get to have my wish for the evening after all..." She said to herself as she moved like a feline to the door, already imagining the feel of leather rubbing against her as she rode him.

What Hides in the Dark - Darkness

Brenda woke up inside the wrecked car, the glass from the broken car window was everywhere along with the stuffing from the car seats.
It took her a moment to recall where she was and what had happened... Bruce.

The creature.... She thought and tried not make a sound as much as possible.
She felt herself shake uncontrollably and her first urge was to scream for help but it was still dark and she had no way of knowing if the creature still wondered close by to the car.

She remembered how the glass shattered, the creature was coming straight at her but it left her there.
Why?
 

 

She took a deep breath and started to raise herself as quietly as possible. The rustling of the broken glass over her making her hold her breath at each inch that she lowered her body. Everything around her was deadly silent, she feared for her brother and she needed to find him. 

"He may be dead... He may be dead." She began muttering. She peeked over the shattered window and saw nothing but the creapy woods and the marks left by Bruce'shands trying not be dragged away. She began shaking incontrollably and panic started to take over her at each passing second. 

A sound came from the woods breaking the silence of the night, an animalistic growl.

She started to struggle with the safety belt and with shaky hands she released it. 

She tried to open the door but it refused to give in, she heard the rustling of something moving and again the horrifying sound. 

She raised herself from the bench and started to slide herself out of the car through the broken window. 

"Shit..." she muttered as she cut herself  on the sharp edges of the window, the smell of blood overwhelmed her and she realized the consequences of her cut as the howl started to approach her. 

She tried to run back the way her and brother had driven from, but everything was pitch black. She struggled not to look back as she ran, her body fighting to keep conscient, her legs moving on pure survival instinct. 

Then she heard it and looked back... She screamed and almost lost her balance as she turned her back on the now pursuing creature. No, no, no.... Please...

"Someone help me, please!" She yelled but no lights but the one of moon were around, she sensed it coming close and strength beginning to faulter. 

On that moment she realized she was going to die.

She tripped and feel hard on the floor, digging the glass pieces deeper into her hands and legs. She cried, staining her clothes with the bloodied tears running down her face.  She turned herself on the floor to face the creature and watched with anhorrified expression as the creature gave the final jump in her direction. 

"Noooooooo!"

A gun shot sounded from behind her and then... Darkness.

Khira Chronicles - Requiem

How long has it been....

The sore muscles of her weakening body burned. She tried once again to release herself from her restraints but the silver chains that held her must be enchanted.
Those damned wolves were waiting for her, she had been betrayed. The real question was by who?

When she reached the woods near the Forgotten Forest, a pack of wolves took her as prisoner and tortured her for days, even though she claimed to be just a traveller. It only made it worst.
Her memory started to fail after months of torture... She remembered only the bleeds and the burns...
The silence cut only by their mocking howls and Eleannor's screams and hisses.

I hear the sound of something dripping...
I'm being bled again...

The sound of approaching footsteps forced her to open her eyes. Her lids felt heavy and her vision blurry. Before her was Raven, the one that seemed to be the leader of her captors.

"Lady Eleannor, I can't help but to thank you for your precious contribution. We had never laid our hands in such pure elder blood." she grinned maliciously and poked Eleannor's right thigh with a burning red poker. "It's such a shame that you are becoming so weak... Maybe I should get you something to eat..."

Raven stroke her face violently and laughed hysterically.

"Soon enough, all of your disgusting and murdering familiars and kindred will fall. Thanks to your precious blood, you will all meet your doom."

She started howling then, soon all the others joined the deadly song, the song for the dead.

The song of my death...

The moon was full and soon Raven and her pack turned, running into the wild hunting and procreating.

Peace for now... She thought before hearing another noise. Her hurting eyes tried to inspect the rotten warehouse they trapped her in, she was too weak to focus, her throat burning with the thirst.
Then he came into view...

It can not be...

"Eleannor, dear... It has been so long..."
"Frederick? Is that you?"

He moved quickly to her and released her restraints. He picked her up and carried her in his arms away from the putrid confinement she was in. He caressed her burned cheek and whispered against her forehead.

"Some of these will not heal, beautiful."
It was the last thing she mumbled before fainting.

"I know..."

Longings and Loathings - Chapter 4

From the first moment she laid eyes on him, she knew she had to have him even if only once.
The way he kneeled next to his mistress made her wonder how it was to have him at her own feet, willing and dedicated only to her own pleasures.

Until that day, she had always thought of Domination as a cruel act but the look of adoration and complicity between them awakened within Red feelings and urges she didn’t know about until she met them.
They met several times and her line of work aloud her to try to lure him to her but he was always bound to his Mistress and although her flirting clearly didn’t pass unnoticed, she knew it would never be more than that.
But her mind sure was free to wonder and imagine…

She pictured him fully naked, tied to her bed by his hands and feet, while she straddled his face feeling his tongue touch her wet lotus sending waves of pleasure through her whole body. She would climax hard over and over again until she felt fully satiated. Then she would reward him for his devotion, she would caress his body with her fingertips, with her lips and with her tongue, making him endure the pleasures without a quick release., she would extend the devilish sensations until he would implore her to be allowed to give in.

His dedication to his mistress never faltered, so soon enough she tried to figure out a way to have him and a plan started to take form on her mind - she would trap him.

When the day came, she sent a message for him impersonating his mistress and like the good obeying slave he was, he met her on the designated location. Everything was setup, the room was dimly lit and the door unlocked for him to enter, cinnamon and vanilla scented candles were lit up and big canopy bed was made with red satin sheets with black scarfs tied to their poles, toys laid in order on top of the bedside table well within reach.

- Miss, I have arrived as requested.

As soon as he closed the door, he feel on his knees and waited further instructions, such a good man so faithful. Red came behind him without any noise and placed a blindfold over his eyes and after tieing it she moved in front of him and ofered her glove covered hands to guide him through the room to the bed. She knew she couldn't give him anything to suspect who she really was, at least until he was tied down to the bed.
She held her breath and moved to restraint him and only then she began to touch him, lightly at first, caressing his jawline with the tip of her tongue. His body started to respond to her touch almost immediately, he wanted to say something but he knew he wasn't allowed to speak without his mistress consent.

She removed his pants before restraining his feet and ripped off his shirt making a small groan escape his mouth, the only thing on him was that device that stood before full realization of her plan, the chastity belt. It was then that the bell rang, Red moved off the bed and swayed her barely dress body to the door, she peeked through the tiny hole and smiled with satisfaction. Everything started to fall into place...

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His mistress moaned loudly as Red licked her core and he sucked on her hard pierced nipples, she thrusted her tongue inside of her as she pressed against her clit and rubbed gently, feeling her squirm. His arousal was now at its peak and he wanted the two women with a longing he was not allowed to express, all he could think was trying to guess who this other woman could be and although he wasn´t sure, he knew it had to be her.
Just as his mistress was about to climax, Red moved her mouth away and pulled her from within his reach onto her lap without faltering in the rhythmic moves of her thumb over the clit while she slided two fingers inside of her, moving closer to whisper in her ear. She licked her earlobe and said:

- How badly do you want it Miss? - she moved her fingers slowly further in and removed making her gasp.
- Please... - she moaned.
- The key, give me the key and I'll take care of you.
- No Red, he´s mine. This has gone too far, you...

She never got to finish that sentence, as the moment she denied it Red removed her fingers and started inserting her chinese balls inside her wet pussy, making her moan louder. She could resist, she could escape Red as she was not tied down as the muscular man on the bed, but she didn't. She was as curious as Red had once been about her and him...

- What did you say? 

She slided them in and out of her until she decided another toy would serve her purposes best. She held a vibrator and turned it on, she penetrated her and left it inside of her while she moved her body to the restrained and blindfolded man.

- Watch Miss, you will enjoy it as much as I will.

Red moved slowly and started to climb over body, kissing and licking her way up his skin, stoping only on his lips. She kissed him hard and his tongue gladly met hers in a seductive dance. She removed his blindfold and the sight he got of the two naked women made his member throb even harder. The sound had been maddening but the sight of his mistress being fucked by the humming toy was driving him mad, and Red... he knew it. Feisty little Red, he thought, resourceful...

- No reason to hide anymore sexy - she cooed softly - I want you to please me...

Before she had a chance to move to straddle his face, the sound of something metalic hit the floor and she spoke between her quickening breathing.

- Red, he has earned it - a smile played on her lips before she placed her hand over the base of the pink vibrator - we all have don't you think?...

Red moved quickly and released him from the contraption. His member rose and stood erect next to her, she looked him in the eye and placed herself on top of him, taking her time to tease him further. His eyes pleaded and herself not being able to hold back any longer, pierced her flesh with his stab.

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The bodies were entwined on the now crowded bed, the smell of sex and sweat filled the room along with the sounds of the breathing of three very satisfied lovers.
-Miss... Red... - he sighed forgetting what he was about to say, prefering to run his now free hands over his hair.
- Red?
- Yes?
- He's still mine...

She laughed heartidly before replying.

- Oh, I know.
Doesn't mean we can't share...