Ghost Story

by J G Jerome

  I release Audrey’s legs while I hold her waist. “Crawl onto the bed, Audrey. Hands and knees, Kitten. Let that beautiful ass cool down.”

  She follows my instruction as I go retrieve some lotion from my shaving kit. It’s a soothing blend with a little menthol mixed with jasmine, chamomile, and lavender. I put a quarter-sized dollop in my palm to warm it. I rub my hands together to warm the lotion to body temperature as I crawl up next to her. I rub the lotion into her bright red ass cheeks, and Audrey moans.

  After I rub the soothing cream into her flesh, I kiss her tushy. “Kitten, lay down face up and extend your hands over your head.” I grab the rope, lay a generous loop along her hands, and wrap her wrists in ten snug coils that lock her hands and the loop into place.

  Then things get tricky. I run the rope down her left side to her left leg, flex it at the knee and run the rope around the joint in four figure eights to immobilize it in a bent position.

  Audrey moans, “Oh, Master! I can’t move my leg.”

  “Perfect,” I murmur as I ensure the ropes are placed to support her thigh if I sit her on her shins.

  Then I run the rope under her back and repeat the process on her right knee. Once I’m sure her knees are secure, I run the rope down her right leg to coil the rope six times around her ankle. From her ankle I run the rope to the lintel of the bedpost over her right shoulder for one loop before threading it through the loop extending from Audrey’s wrist.

  I tell her “Hold your arms straight, Kitten.” She follows my instruction perfectly. I take the slack out of the rope before I run it to the opposite lintel for a loop, down to the outside of the left ankle she is holding in the air, finish another six coils, and tie it in a quick release.

  Audrey is lying there with her legs splayed, her arms stretched over her head. She is looking at me with hooded eyes. She is quaking with desire and making little whimpering sounds that sound rather like a kitten mewling. Her hips are gyrating. I step off the bed and take a sip of water from my water bottle. Then I extend the bottle and give Audrey a sip.

  Afterwards she whimpers, “Thank you, Master.” Her hips are squirming constantly.

  I set the bottle on the bedside table. “I love you, Audrey. I want to take care of all your needs. Do you need to come?”

  “Yes, Master. Please. Let me come, please,” she moans.

  I walk down to her feet and gaze at her gaping wet pussy. “Kitten?”

  “Yes, Master?” she asks.

  “Come for me, Audrey. Do it now!” I order. She starts to quake even harder. “Give them to me, Audrey. You are mine! Your orgasms belong to ME! GIVE them to me!”

  Audrey shakes violently before she starts whining and then gasps. Her abdomen and thighs spasm hard, and thick milky fluid leaks out of her quivering quim as I crawl between her thighs. Placing a hand gently on each thigh, I lick up the tasty treat she is presenting me. Then I proceed to Iick her with short, light strokes from her taint, along the outside of her left petal all the way up to the hood of her clit. All the while Audrey continues to mewl like the kitten I’ve named her. I lick the tiny point extending from the hood roughly with the flat of my tongue before resuming the light short licks.

  Audrey gasps and spasms again, and I am surrounded by the perfume of her arousal. I scoop up some more of her cum on my tongue. After swallowing my tasty treat, I lick her clitty a couple more times before I suckle my way down her trim outer lips. Then I repeat the same tortuous pleasure - short, licking strokes from her taint, up the outside of the right petal to her clit. A flat stroke of the tongue followed by tickling licks until she spasms again.

  Audrey’s mewling has transitioned from a kitten to a yowling she-cat in heat. Based on experience, I know that shouts and screams are not far away. I think, ‘Let’s see how quickly we can get her to scream an orgasm.’

  I reach my left hand to grasp a pebbled nipple. I give a pull as I lick more insistently along the right side of her clit - lashing it with each stroke of my tongue. I pull the nipple and release it before squeezing the entire breast with medium pressure, sliding my fingers up her breast until her nipple is between my fingers again. I continue licking as I pull the nipple again and proceed to repeat the act on the other breast - caress from the base, pull the nipple. I set an alternating rhythm with my left hand as I coat the first two fingers of my right in her delectable discharge. Then I stack the two fingers and press them slowly into her channel. I can feel her walls suckling my fingers as I push all three knuckles into her.

  Audrey hisses, “Sssssss. Yesssss! Oh, Master!” She continues to provide vocal feedback as I corkscrew my fingers in and out of her in concert with my attentions on her clit and breasts - palm down on the way in, palm up with curled fingers caressing her G-spot on the way out. “Oh, YES Master! GOD! William, you beast! Gah…Yeeoooow!”

  She spasms again. I change up my fingers - middle and ring finger palm up - and press them in as far as they will go. I release her clitty to give my tongue a break but keep the pressure on her by teasing her clit with my thumb. After stretching my jaw, I resume licking her clit to the accompaniment of her gasping, mewling, and yowling. I back my fingers out of her channel until the second knuckle is just visible. Then I start to curl them back toward my palm in a rapid ‘come hither’ motion.

  Audrey tries to buck as she loses her voice in a gasp. Then she SCREAMS and sprays me with her orgasm. I lose my suction on her clit as she bucks, so I stab rough licks at it as I keep the stimulation on her pussy walls and breasts. It’s getting hard to move my fingers, so I pull them out. She sprays me in a torrent as I pull the plug of my fingers out of her - her fluids soak the hair on my chest. I lean in and lap a drink from the font. I love the taste of her.

  Then I mind-fuck her. I hold my body over hers on hands and knees, looking down into her exotically beautiful face. I murmur to her, “Audrey, my beautiful pet kitten. I’m going to breed you now.” She closes her eyes and moans. “You will be with me always. I will keep you barefoot and pregnant for all of our days. Our children will grow up seeing mommy tied up awaiting daddy’s pleasure, seeing her hanging from a hook for daddy to lick her bare pussy, seeing her suck daddy’s cock while he reads the paper - and they will know that mommy is daddy’s little slut-slave and that daddy adores mommy.”

  She starts squirting again. Not as strong as before, but it emphasizes what any woman will tell you - great sex is as much about mental stimulation as it is physical. Our dominant games definitely trip the triggers of Audrey’s mind. My mind rather enjoys them, too.

  I lean down and capture her mouth in mine as I adjust my hips to place my rampant cock at the entrance of her pussy. I’m so wired - I’m not going to last long.

  I push forward insistently, but try not to be too rough about it. I know she’s wound really tightly right now. Audrey opens her eyes as she gasps. I feel her hips moving to force me inside farther.

  “Breathe, darling. Let me into your sweet, loving pussy. Let me come home.” She moans and throws her head back as her eyelids droop. I feel her pulsing rhythmically, and I try to time my pushes between her contractions. Fortunately, her pussy is sopping wet. That viscous cum she first leaked is lining her walls and coating my cock as I work inexorably into her.

  I lean down on my elbows as my cock hilts in my beautiful sub’s rapturous face. “You are mine Kitten. You have only ever been mine. You will always be mine.” I nibble her neck as I start to stroke in and out of her delightfully hot, wet channel. I stop my ministrations on her neck to murmur into her ear. “Mine! All mine! I love you, Audrey. I have since we met, and I always will.”

  I pick up the pace and pound her more insistently. “I love you, William James. Soon I will run away with you forever. Just be patient with me.” She turns her head to look at me with hooded eyes, then her eyes flash wide open. She watches me for a moment with a guarded expression as I continue to fuck her. Finally, she gives her head a little shake and then leans in to kiss me. I grab a fistful of
her hair as I devour her lips and drive in and out of her grasping channel. She moans into my mouth, and I slam into her harder. Then she screams into my mouth, and her pussy clenches me hard. I erupt and spray my seed to mix with her molten fluids. I groan into her mouth as I keep thrusting - my balls, prostate and cock endlessly flexing their muscles in an attempt to make a baby in my lover. Eventually I release her mouth and look into her wide open eyes. I release her hair and caress her face as we stare into each other’s eyes while riding out the aftershocks of our bliss.

  “You’re going to come to me soon?” I ask.

  She tells me sincerely, “I want that more than anything in the world, Will.” She keeps staring at me for a long moment. “William please untie me and tell me how you became a master necromancer in the time since we were last together.”

  21 - Crushed

  I pop my head up a few inches and look down at her. I just look at her. I see tears welling in her eyes. Finally I tell her, “Of course, my love. It was part of my agenda. I guess we might as well cover that now.” I activate my second sight and look at my long-time love’s aura for the first time. I’m surprised to see the corona of her soul is about twice as large as Rebecca’s, and it’s awash in violet eddies. “Maybe a master sorceress can clue me in to what’s been happening to me.”

  I push myself up onto my knees and pull the quick release on her left ankle. Then I start undoing all of the coils I have wrapped around her. “Lay still, Kitten. I need to massage your joints to get the circulation back into them.”

  She gives me a gentle smile. “Of course, Master.”

  Once I have the ropes off her, I discard them and move to massage her joints to get circulation going. I inspect her flesh for abrasions and bruises, and it appears that I managed to balance restraining her and not injuring her very well indeed.

  I help Audrey sit up and we stack the pillows up for me to lean against the headboard. Once I am situated, I pick her up and pull her into my lap with her legs curled next to my right side. She reaches between her legs and scoops up a mix of our juices that were squeezed out of her as she snuggles into my lap. She pops the treat into her mouth, and I lick her fingers afterward.

  She looks into my eyes and murmurs, “Yummy. This is my favorite treat - you and me mixed together.”

  I grin. “It is a heady mixture; although, think I like the taste of just you even better.”

  She smiles that gentle smile again. I wonder, ‘Where is my exuberant, vivacious lover? Something is wrong.’

  Finally she murmurs, “Oh, William! My brutal, dominating, ever-loving Master, what have you done?”

  I am certain my confusion shows on my face. She continues, “The first time I saw your aura it was bright white, very strong, and had just a few darker and lighter swirls in it. Only necromancers have two-toned swirls in them like that. I didn’t worry about it because that small number of swirls indicated that you were not training in the craft.” She caresses my face and shakes her head gently as I hold her to me. “Now your aura shines like the sun, I feel a well of power in you like I’ve never felt before, and your aura is awash in the two-toned swirls. You are the only practicing necromancer I know, but I doubt there are many that come close to you in strength. The Church is going to hunt you like a wild animal if they learn of you.”

  She cuddles close and nibbles on my neck. Then she continues to murmur just below my ear. “My father is a master sorcerer. He retired from the Church after twenty years of service when I was three years old. We moved from California to Arizona because despite the significant number of Catholic’s here, the Church doesn’t have as much power to willfully meddle in people’s lives if they don’t permit it. Arizona’s ‘wild west’ mentality gives its citizens a little more wiggle room from the Church's control than almost anywhere else in North America.”

  She sits up and looks at me. “Do you know about the Catholic Church’s Spiritual Security Department?” I shake my head as I squint at her. “The Department is a ministry to control the influence of dimension travelers on humanity.”

  I nod at that, “Right. Demons. I’ve met two that I know of.”

  Audrey appears a little surprised by that as it’s more her bailiwick than mine. “What else do you know about demons?”

  “Not much. Rebecca told me that they exist. I’ve met two over the last week. I was also attacked by a zombie. That wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time I understood what was happening. I thank God that Rebecca came to me. She has been a godsend even if her craft didn’t teach her much about mine.”

  Audrey says, “Is she a sorcerer?”

  “No,” I answer. “She’s a witch.”

  Audrey gasps, “Witches all died out by the end of World War One. Almost all of them served as nurses in Europe. The Germans worked hard to find them and kill them all - at the Church’s bidding. I think they hate witches more than demons.”

  I shrug eloquently. “That may be true. She died in 1891. She was haunting my apartment when I met her.” I give her a lewd grin. “I have to give you credit for helping me get my ‘meisterwerk’ started.”

  “How so?” I love the cute puzzled expression on her face.

  “Phone sex,” I answer. She’s still puzzled. “Remember when you called for phone sex?” She nods. “I had just met Rebecca that day. She had slimed my loveseat, and she introduced herself in the bathroom mirror. I laid out a sheet on the loveseat, so she could sit there without worrying about making a mess if she ran out of energy and collapsed again.” Audrey is enthralled by my story. “Well when you called for phone sex, I grabbed the edge of the sheet and came in it. Rebecca sniffed out my semen later and discovered she could interact with it. She said it smelled like food to her, so she put some in her mouth. It energized her, and it made her hungry for more. She came to my bedroom and asked for more. Once I got over my shock, I jacked off into her mouth. After that, I taught her to suck cock, and she started using that to feed off me multiple times every day. Eventually, she had a solid body. Then she became alive. She bleeds, eats, drinks, pisses, shits, and fucks just like anyone else. She’s alive again.”

  Audrey giggles. “I should have known your necromancer masterwork was to create a sex slave.”

  I chuckle with her. “If I had done it intentionally, I can’t say I would have done it any differently. Regardless, Rebecca started calling me her master, and referring to herself as my whore. That led to some frank discussions on my thoughts about her calling herself ‘my whore.’ During those discussions she told me what she knows about the different magical crafts.”

  “She was a witch before she died?” Audrey asks.

  “Yes. Interestingly enough, her teacher lived in my house with her sorcerer husband. They were concerned about how her father was treating her, and tried to summon a guardian angel. More on that later. I’m treating that like a state secret for the moment. Anyhow, Rebecca gave me the thirty minute overview of what she learned of the magical crafts. She is the one that told me that I could pull the life right out of a zombie, which proved quite useful when the zombie tried to kill me in Walgreens. Bottom line, there is at least one living witch.”

  Audrey says, “You love her. I can tell.”

  I nod. “Of course. She’s such a pure, loving spirit. Much like you, but with a different frame of reference and culture. She died in 1891 at the age of 17. I have been fucking either the world’s oldest jailbait, or the world’s hottest 145-year old. ”

  Audrey sits up straight in my lap and clasps my face in both her hands. “William, you have to hide both her and yourself from the Church. Her because they will have her killed. Yourself because they will try to enslave you. The Church sequesters any trained necromancers. There are not many because, well...the Church isn’t really convinced they shouldn’t all die. However, they need them for Hunter teams. So they capture them and enslave them. Supposedly they have the strongest necromancer of all time enslaved in a villa outside of Rome. Dad said he met him once
; he described the experience as both awe-inspiring and pitiful. I don’t want that fate for you.”

  “They don’t mind sorcerers running about?” I ask.

  Audrey shakes her head quickly, “Not so much. Sorcery is harder to contain because it has less to do with magical power and more to do with knowledge and willpower. There are enough procedurals laying around that any stupid layman with enough focus can summon some sort of demon. Usually they are devourers or greater imps, so that usually ends up messily. There are quite a few succubus incantations around, too. The Church doesn’t mind those so much because the priests can have a playmate summoned without anyone being the wiser - so long as their local sorcerer doesn’t out them.”

  I opine, “Sounds like a good solution for pedophile priests. So, I’m assuming since your aura is awash in violet that you have completed your master work. What did you do?”

  Audrey grasps my shoulders as she flashes me a huge grin. There’s my vivacious girlfriend! She enthuses, “I summoned an elf technomancer to consult on my senior project. I first had to summon an elven broker that could put me in touch with someone with the skills I needed that would be willing to work with me at a reasonable rate. Then I summoned the technomancer. It was great! I learned more in the first two hours of talking to him than I did my whole first three years of school. His price was that he wanted to spend some time here, which was perfect for my needs as I needed to demonstrate extended control to have it qualify as my master work. I made him skip around in a glamour as a fourteen-year old Korean girl, and I told everyone that he was my cousin from the Valley in California. He was adorable doing his ‘Valley Girl’ routine.”

  I’m curious, “What did you have to pay the broker?”

  Audrey giggles. “You won’t believe this. She wanted a bacon barbecue cheeseburger, a large order of fries, a milkshake and a deep-dish, meat lover pizza. I thought she would try to eat it all, but she just nibbled a couple of fries before she left.”