Climax: Volume 1

by Ella Ford

  “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

  Kate meekly nodded in agreement.

  “As my consort, you will obey my every command and you will find great pleasure in doing so. Your old life is over now, and you will serve only me. As consort, you will now be known as ‘Cyrene’.”

  Kate nodded again, a distant part of her was dimly appalled that she would so happily accept this new life and new identity. But that part of her was quiet and no longer held sway. It was her old self protesting its end, the final lingering cries of a life unfulfilled. She was Cyrene now, consort of the general, an entity of pure pleasure. And she revelled in the fact of it.

  Ianessa moaned, a plaintive cry that demanded attention and satisfaction. Kate - Cyrene - glanced at the general.

  “May I?”

  “You may.”

  Without further prompting, Cyrene turned to Ianessa and began her work. She started by taking Ianessa’s leg and hungrily kissed and licked her way down her firm calf, nibbling behind her knees and relishing the way this made Ianessa squirm with pleasure. As she reached Ianessa’s thighs, she quickened the pace, wishing to heighten Ianessa’s excitement, but also wanting to taste her sweet warmth as quickly as possible. Finally, she found her quarry and plunged her tongue deep between Ianessa’s warm folds, greedily lapping at the dripping mound. She shifted her balance onto all fours and pushed her ass high, hoping, praying, that the general would take the bait.

  Sure enough, Cyrene soon felt strong, familiar hands on her hips. Playfully, the general smacked her ass and she squealed at the shock and surprise of it. The blow made her skin tingle and forced her harder into Ianessa’s pussy, which in turn made Ianessa yelp. Cyrene craved more and dove deeper into Ianessa. It was her first taste of a woman, but she knew instinctively what to do, which areas to concentrate on, which motions to invoke to elicit the desired response. And then the general thrust himself into her and her mind exploded.

  The shock of his entry caused Cyrene to momentarily cease her work on Ianessa, and Ianessa responded by grabbing Cyrene and pulling her head closer into her. Cyrene took the hint and resumed her duties. The general thrust into her over and over. The speed and depth of his thrusts quickened and Cyrene felt herself nearing climax. It seemed extremely important to her that the three of them came at the same time, their simultaneous pleasure somehow sealing their eternal destiny. She didn’t know what strange magic had brought them together that night, but as she buried her head deeper into this exotic girl’s eager pussy and felt the general pound her harder and harder, she found herself convinced that their sexual energy had a form of power in and of itself.

  Suddenly, the general withdrew and Cyrene gasped at the sudden absence. She raised her head from Ianessa and glanced around, her eyes begging for the general to finish the job he started.

  “Please,” she implored.

  The general knelt beside her and gripped her head under the chin, forcing her to look at him.

  “Cyrene, you do not yet know the ways of our people, the people to which you now belong. The life of a consort is not to demand, but to submit. I will take you many times in the future and you will give me great pleasure doing so. As you, in your turn, will take great pleasure from myself and Ianessa and many others. But you should remember that you are my property and you must learn to respect my wishes and follow my commands. A consort of a general shall always take the general’s seed for the first time while on her knees in the proper position. So kneel Cyrene, kneel before me and ready yourself.”

  Cyrene understood. Perhaps Kate wouldn’t have, but she was Cyrene now, the consort of the general and it was not her place to demand pleasure. It was her place to give pleasure when asked, unquestioning and obedient. She reluctantly emerged from between Ianessa’s legs and returned to the kneeling position. Ianessa did the same, pausing only to whisper in Cyrene’s ear “Thank you mistress.”

  Chapter 4

  Back on their knees, Cyrene and Ianessa waited for their next instruction. Cyrene knew what she hoped it was, but the night was proving so strange that anything was possible. The general approached her.

  “Take it,” commanded the general. With his hand he gestured downwards.

  Cyrene obediently reached for his member and playfully flicked at the tip with her tongue. She slowly massaged the throbbing length with her hand, relishing the warmth and rigidity. With her tongue she started at the general’s balls and slowly licked her way to the tip. The general responded with a satisfied grunt and lightly gripped the sides of her head, urging her to satisfy him.

  Enough teasing, thought Cyrene and took the length in her mouth. As she did so, she was dimly aware of Ianessa’s breasts pushing against her back, a hand reaching around her body to gently play with her nipple. She parted her legs slightly to allow Ianessa access to her pussy, if she wanted it. Ianessa seized the opportunity and hurriedly pushed aside her damp panties. Struggling to remain focused, Cyrene forced her attention back to the general’s cock and let her mouth do its work. Deeper and deeper she took him, responding to his quickening grunts with her tongue, learning what he liked, learning how to prolong the pleasure. The general’s grip on her head tightened and pulled her onto him. She quickened her strokes, gripping the base of his cock with her free hand.

  Ianessa, in turn, quickened her pace, the hand on Cyrene’s pussy pressing harder as it rubbed her clit in fast, tight swirls, her other hand squeezing hard on Cyrene’s breast. Cyrene felt the general pull her head harder and harder. He was nearing his orgasm, she would soon take his seed and be his consort! The thought thrilled her as much as Ianessa’s skilled hands!

  “Ah! Ah! Ah!” the general cried and thrust forward one last time, his hot seed spilled out of him into Cyrenes mouth, hitting the back of her throat and filling her with ecstasy. She let him use her mouth and gave herself over to him completely. And in doing so, she reached her own crescendo, her body tensed and her mind went into the stratosphere. Her legs gripped hard togerther and locked Ianessa’s hand in place, her back arched and she pulled back off the general’s cock.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”, she collapsed backwards, drunk with lust she convulsed, muscles across her entire body spasming with release. For an eternity, her body quaked with euphoria, twisting and writhing in Ianessa’s loving embrace. The general collapsed to his knees, head bowed, panting heavily and rolled onto his back. The three lay there, not speaking, barely moving, overloaded senses incapable of coherent thought.

  Long moments later, Ianessa freed herself from Cyrene’s ruined body and moved to the general’s side. She took the general in her hand and began to lap up any remaining fluid from the general’s cock. Kate saw this and realized that Ianessa had not yet felt her own climax.

  Cyrene forced her body to regain composure and returned to the kneeling position, placing her hands behind her back and pushing her flushed chest forwards. The general looked up, glancing at her quizzically.

  “Master, may I finish Ianessa?” said Cyrene. Ianessa looked at her lovingly.

  “You may,” replied the general, and Ianessa quickly rolled over and lay on her back, legs spread, moist pussy once again demanding attention. This time, Cyrene didn’t wait for permission to start and was soon tongue deep in Ianessa. Cyrene knew that Ianessa had been close before, so she didn’t waste any time with build up. She wanted this girl to come on her face quickly and bond them together as consorts of the general, and Ianessa apparently had the same thought. She thrust her hips forward to meet Cyrene’s tongue and gripped her head as the general had done.

  Ianessa’s breathing quickened and Cyrene felt she was near, so she licked her harder and quicker, up and down and side to side, deeper and deeper, until finally Ianessa’s young body convulsed in an outpouring of ecstasy. She screamed and arched her body upwards, thrusting her pussy onto Cyrene’s face until Cyrene felt that she was drowning in this girl’s lust.

  “What a way to go!” she thought.

  Epilogue

  Cyr
ene no longer thought of herself as Kate. After her first night as a consort of the general she had been forever Cyrene. It was as though her old life had never existed.

  When the general and his consorts had recovered from their passions, Cyrene had gathered herself and put her clothes back on. As she adjusted her stockings and pulled her heels back on, she felt the lustful eyes of the general and Ianessa on her. She knew that this was not their last encounter and she found their attentions to be entirely appropriate. She was a consort now, a being of pure pleasure, for giving and receiving.

  She left them there and pulled her car around to the side of the museum. Taking an old sweater and raincoat from the trunk, she returned to the room and had them dress. Hardly attire fit for a general and his consorts, but it would do until she could get to safety. Cautiously, she brought the two of them to the side entrance, careful to avoid any of the security patrols. She was vaguely aware that all of this was captured on the cameras throughout the museum, but Gus, the chief of security was old and slow and slept most of his shift anyway. She didn’t really care either, the general would take care of her.

  As the storm continued to rage, she drove them north to an old family lake house upstate. None of her co-workers or friends knew about it, and her family never went there any more. She intended to give herself entirely to the general, her life for him. The old Kate might have thought this a little sudden, after only one date and all, but Kate didn’t get much of a say any more.

  THE END

  The Alpha Exchange

  by Ella Ford

  Chapter 1

  “You’ve got to sell yourself!”

  It was an innocent piece of advice from her good friend Melissa, but it was all that Chloe had thought about since their conversation that afternoon. They’d been sitting in a coffee shop downtown, nursing two hour old lattes and trying to avoid being thrown out for hogging a perfectly good table. The place was busy, with every seat filled. Chloe could feel the barista’s resentful glare as another pair of tourists reluctantly turned around and left, unable to find somewhere to sit. Inwardly, she’d vowed to come back here when she was employed and debt free, and give him a big tip. She sighed as she realised that he wouldn’t see his tip this week, this month and probably not even this year.

  Melissa was a different kind of broke to Chloe. Kids were sapping her finances, rather than college and medical bills. Her husband had a good job, but they also had a five month old, a three year old and a foolishly large mortgage to feed. Even coming out for a fancy coffee was something that Melissa had to plan weeks in advance.

  Chloe stared at her lukewarm beverage, “You know how many jobs I’ve applied for in the last six months?” she asked.

  “Sure honey, you tell me everytime we talk, remember? What is it now? Three hundred?”

  “Closer to four, but who’s counting?”

  “You, clearly,” quipped Melissa and took another drink, grimacing at the tepid, stale taste of the coffee.

  “Four hundred applications and only one interview. And I’m convinced that my only interview was just a sad old man who wanted an excuse to stare at my legs and tits for an hour!” Chloe sighed, “Sometimes I wish a rich, handsome guy would parachute into my life and take me away from all this.”

  “You and three billion other women honey,” Melissa shot back and they laughed together, raising the mood slightly. Sombre reflection soon returned.

  “So here’s my advice to you Chloe. You’re too modest, you don’t use what nature has gifted you and you don’t talk yourself up enough. You say that the interview pervert was checking out your legs? So use that to your advantage! Wear the silkiest stockings and the shiniest heels and hypnotise him by crossing and uncrossing your legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, and then you tell him what your salary should be!”

  Chloe laughed. Melissa was right, she was strangely reluctant to use her advantages. A lack of self-confidence combined with an overwhelming fear of being called out as a fraud crippled her. Inwardly, she knew she was smart, she knew she was damned hot and she knew that she had something to offer society. But translating all of that into a functioning adult was taking some work. She sighed again. Really she just wanted all of the decisions and complexity to go away. Was it unfeminist of her to wish she had a strong man to take care of all that?

  “Seriously though, you’ve got to sell yourself,” Chloe looked up and blinked as Melissa continued, “Pump your résumé full of every damn thing you’ve ever done that sounds like an accomplishment - if you sold girl scout cookies, congratulations, you ran a successful catering company. If you sucked some football player’s cock back in 10th grade, then you have experience in hospitality!” Melissa paused for another sip of her coffee, “See what I mean? Sell yourself.”

  Chloe’s thoughts had started to wander, barely registering most of what Melissa was saying. Something about blowjobs and cookies. At the back of her mind, something else Melissa said had resonated, the faintest glimmer of the outline of a plan was beginning to form. A possible solution to all her problems.

  “I… I have to go. Sorry. I’ll phone you at the weekend…” she stood to leave, fishing in her purse to find loose change for the bill. Melissa put her hand on Chloe’s, stopping her scavenging.

  “Honey, I got it this time. You’ll need whatever you have to put towards those interview heels!” they laughed again, briefly embraced and then Chloe dashed out and across the street to the bus stop.

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  Chloe thought about what Melissa had said for the entire bus ride out into the suburbs where she shared a dilapidated old tract house with two other girls. That one phrase, “you’ve got to sell yourself”, played over and over in her mind. Melissa obviously hasn’t meant it literally of course, but literally was how Chloe had heard it - why couldn’t she sell herself? Just put an advert into a newspaper, offer to give herself to some pervert for a few months in return for paying off her loans, and then rejoin society. Sure, it would be pretty grim and humiliating, not at all like Pretty Woman, but it would get her out of a hole. Even if it meant letting someone into her hole.

  She snorted at her own joke. An elderly woman in front of her turned to stare disapprovingly at her. If only you knew! Chloe thought to herself and snorted again.

  Melissa had been right, she needed to think of herself as a commodity and begin to use what she had. She was pretty sure that Melissa wouldn’t approve, but then again she didn’t need to find out.

  The bus reached her stop and she dashed off onto the pavement and covered the last five hundred yards to her home in no time at all. As usual, she sighed to herself when she saw the house. It was old and beaten down, the paint was peeling through neglect and the iron gate was nearly rusted shut, but it was all she could afford. The last few years had been difficult since she’d graduated and the economy had tanked. Add in an uninsured trip to the emergency room and she was in it pretty deep, unable to see an easy way out.

  She fished in her purse for the key, inserting it in the lock and sighing again as the ancient mechanism jammed when she tried to turn it. She was used to this though and applied a practised thump to the door frame, turning the key and feeling a satisfying click as it turned and opened. Pushing her way in, she kicked off her sneakers, threw her purse on the side table and shouted “I’m home!”

  As expected there was no response. Ashley was probably at work at this hour and Kim spent most of her time at her boyfriend’s house these days. Good, she thought, the laptop will be free and I’ll have the house to myself for the next few hours.

  She poured herself a drink, grabbed the laptop and headed to her room.

  Okay, how does someone go about selling herself?

  Her first port of call was an online classified ads site. Clicking down into the personal ads, she narrowed her search to a likely looking category and started to read other people’s ads. The first few ads she looked at discouraged her.

  “Looking for sexy maid to do laundry.
Payment in mutual pleasure.”

  She was pretty sure she couldn’t pay her bills with mutual pleasure. She continued looking.

  “Submissive F seeks dominant M to make a mess together.”

  That doesn’t sound very hygenic, she reflected. She began to realise that this wasn’t the kind of place to find what she needed. She returned to the search engine and keyed in a different phrase, eyes rapidly scanning the results to weed out the weird and dangerous. Women looking to submit to a dominant master was a common kink, it seemed, but very few sites seemed to offer a legitimate and above board business transaction. Too many sleazy motel meetings and spanking opportunities.

  She clicked through to a few more sites halfheartedly, quickly tiring of the unsubtle onslaught of depravity. In her mind, what she was offering was beyond simple sexual submission. Sure, she expected to get fucked and used, but she also wanted to offer the full package - her entire life, mind and soul. Surrendering her being to someone else, and in return she would be safe and secure and cared for. She laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.

  It was getting late and Ashley would be home soon. She was becoming discouraged and was about to shut off the laptop and do something else when she noticed a paid advert in the sidebar:

  “Alpha Exchange: looking to submit? Our clients want what you have.”

  On a whim, she clicked through and was taken to the site. A simple page opened up with no images and very little text. Instead, there were two links: “Selling”, “Buying”. Intrigued, she initially clicked the “buying” link, hoping to get an idea of what the site was about, but she found herself staring at a login screen. Undeterred, she clicked back and selected “selling”.