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When midnight came on her final night in the land of the Black Forest, Cassey awoke as usual and dressed for one last visit into the forest. She had given up all hope of ever seeing or feeling Michael again but she dressed especially nice this night. She was going to lay herself on the mossy ground that had now become a familiar bed to her and she was going to give herself to him in the strongest way she knew how. She would recline alone on the cool damp moss, concentrating on every moment in Michael’s presence until trickles of light came through the canopy of tree tops and found their way to her eyes. Then she would dress herself, go to her room, gather her things, say goodbye to the night clerk with whom she was now on a first name basis, get into a taxi and head for her homeland, never again looking back.
She slipped into a beautiful silk camisole that glowed against her soft tan skin. The matching panties came next and were tied on each side with strands of silk ribbon. She placed a gold anklet around her right ankle. Her nails were manicured and painted as bright a red color as she could find in the little village. Her pedicure matched the manicure and on her legs she wore nothing but moisturizer. Instead of dressing for running tonight she was going to stroll slowly down the path, taking photos in her brain that she hoped would last her a lifetime.
She pulled on a white satin mini dress that had a plunging neckline and an empire waist accentuating her perfect breasts. She tied the straps at the shoulder in big bows which gave her a sort of impish little girl appearance. Tonight, instead of running shoes, she decided to go into the forest barefooted. She wanted to feel the cool ground on her bare feet and to see her beautifully painted red toes sink into the green moss when she reached it.
Cassey brushed her hair, put on some lip moisturizer, found the empty vial and turned from the mirror to leave the room and lock the door for her last visit to her magical world. She was consumed with sadness and overtaken by the lust and desire that had come to make a home in her body. She left the lobby and turned the corner to find the entrance into the mystical world that she yearned for so badly.
When she made that turn her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in amazement at the sight she beheld. She could not help her mind wrap itself around what it was trying to come to terms with just feet in front of her. She only gasped and stood frozen for several minutes.
At the entrance to the pathway Cassey saw two apparitions floating on either side. They were beautiful fairy creatures that were translucent and surrounded by an illuminating glow. They floated like liquid in the air, emitting bight colorful hues of green, yellow and blue. They had golden wings that slowly swept back and forth in the air keeping them afloat. Each one beckoned her toward the path with an outstretched arm and fingers that moved in and out in a welcoming motion, enticing her to come with them. Cassey felt only peace and moved eagerly toward them.
On this night the pathway was lighted with fiery torches for as far as Cassey could see. The torches crackled from the fire and sent orange and red sparks up into the night like giant fireflies. As Cassey followed the mystical path she could feel the presence of the fairies behind her but she had no fear of them or urges to stop and bask in their beauty or to be detained by the fascination she felt for them. Her only thought beyond the incredible imagery before her was that Michael must be at the end of the path waiting for her. That was all she cared about.
She hoped with everything that comprised her body, mind and soul that tonight he would ask her to stay with him. He would beg her not to go back because he needed the power she gave to him, in the same way she needed the control he held over her. He would tell her that this was her place and he wanted her by his side for all of eternity and longer. Her thoughts were fixated on finding him and having him once again fill her physical body with his, and her soul with the spiritual fuel with which she always felt empowered after their meetings.
After some time Cassey found herself at the clearing with the mossy floor that she had become so familiar with. Tonight, there was a huge stone bed in the middle of the clearing. It had the appearance of an altar and at each corner of the massive structure there was a large wooden stake with a lighted torch by its side. From out of the darkness Cassey saw the huge man-beast begin to appear as he walked slowly and directly toward her.
This time she felt no fear; she welcomed him, craved him, her very being begged for him. When he was so close to her that she could smell his scent and feel his breath on her skin, she looked deeply into his eyes and felt his comfort with and his acceptance of her. Her body shook and then shuddered with waves of passion and anticipation at the very thought of his first touch. She neither spoke nor smiled, she just stood there waiting for him to do with her as he willed.
Michael drank in the beauty of this woman before him like she was the very essence of the nectar of life. He saw before him a woman that he wanted to own, over whom he wanted the ultimate control. He knew that he needed her to complete him in his existence in this strange realm in which he was forced to live. He knew in his heart that he had been rendered incapable of love and that the only way she would ever be his was if she gave herself willingly, not only to him but also to his family, his pack.
If she refused him this or felt any hesitation at all, then she would be lost to him forever. He had been alone for so long waiting for the perfect woman to be at his side that he almost feared that she would have an instant of hesitation at what was going to happen next. If she did, if his preparation of her was lacking, if her response to him weakened, then he would certainly never have her again.
These were unaccustomed feelings for him. Normally, Michael mated with a female without her having any cognitive memory of the act. She would then have a child that would someday be drawn to this primeval Black Forest. The child would disappear from the world of mortal humans, perhaps thought to be taken by some terrible accident, and become one of his pack. That was that. This woman, however, was one he wanted to share more with than just an offspring. He wanted to share the depths of his being, his immortality, the force within him that was the closest substitute for love that he could experience. Tonight would be the test of her limits, of her submission, of her desire for him. Michael would either have her or he would be forced to watch her leave him forever.
With those thoughts tearing at his brain he extended his giant hand and gently untied the silk straps to her dress, allowing it to drift softly to the ground. With a fingernail he sliced through the straps of the camisole and watched it fall from her body as well. Almost reverently he untied the ribbons holding her panties to her hips and, like a magical breeze had blown them away, they fell to the mossy ground.
She stood before him steadily, her gaze continuing on his face, without a tremble or shiver, and he was pleased. He leaned in to her and sniffed her from her hair, down her neck and completely over her exposed breasts and telltale erect nipples. He heard her breathing as it became stronger and deeper; he could hear the pounding in her chest announcing that her heart was on fire with desire, lust, and anticipation for him. The one thing his powerful nose did not pick up was the scent of fear. Again, Michael felt both relieved and pleased. She truly was his, at least at this moment.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her as if she were a feather to the stone platform, where he laid her upon the cold stone. Her body was illuminated by the light from the torches and her hair fell around her face and shoulders like a giant halo. He moved to her head and pulled her left arm above her head binding it with hemp to the stake at the corner of the platform. He repeated this with the right arm then moved to her legs and bound them each at their respective corners. All the while he worked Michael watched her eyes; he kept waiting for signs of fear but she showed none, only acceptance.
When Michael had secured her to his satisfaction he once again leaned over her body with his powerful nostrils and began to sniff her, from her perfectly formed feet to the hot moist liquid that had overflowed her private entrance that he had claimed as
his own. He moved his nose so close to her swollen, engorged labia that in an instant of uncontrolled need she tried to raise her hips to meet his face but the attempt was in vain. He would not allow it and her bindings kept her from him.
When Michael had finished with the ritual of preparation he stood at the foot of the altar, raised his enormous arms toward the sky, threw his head back and howled at the stars with the most vicious, primal, half scream half howl that had ever escaped his body. When silence resumed, Cassey saw the brush around the clearing begin to sway and figures that she could only identify by red eyes at first, begin to approach her. She knew that she should be afraid but she had no fear.
Michael was there and for reasons that had never been clear to her or made any rational sense, she completely trusted him and never doubted that he would protect her from anything and everything. He was the one who, if he said go and jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, she would do it with no hesitation. Somehow she knew that he would always do what was best for her and she felt no need to ever question that.
One by one the half beast half man creatures crept from the brush until they were in full view of Cassey. They moved in around her until she was completely encircled by them. She could hear their animalistic snarls and groans and feel the hot sticky air that seemed to accompany and announce their presence. She heard mild and soft howls and yelps like a puppy anxiously waiting to be petted by its master.
She saw the thick saliva dripping like candle wax from their jowls, and the fangs they exposed every time their mouths opened for more sound or to swallow. They appeared to be anxiously waiting for a signal or order of some kind so that they could begin to do something that involved Cassey. She was not even contemplating what this might be, she was only thinking of Michael and the way her body needed his touch, the way she sensed the now familiar feeling of not being able to breathe without his control and his invasion of her mind and flesh. She waited.
With one last, ear piercing howl Michael stepped away from Cassey's vulnerable body on the platform. The beasts took their places at her side, shifted into their human-like forms, and began to ravage her in whatever way their urges moved them. One was biting and sucking her nipple on one side, one was breathing heavily over her face and neck, one was running his sharp claws down her body, and she could see the ribbons of scarlet running from her torso down her side.
Then, without warning, she had a rigid cock forcing its way into her pussy, ramming her with the strength of ten normal men. She felt a new ability to accommodate the thrusts within her that surpassed anything she ever could have imagined… and she wanted more! Then, one after another, they traded places, each pursuing what the others had just abandoned. She felt a pair of giant hands lift her slightly from the platform while still fastened securely to the stakes, and then a nose was at her most private entrance, jamming its way into her anal cavity, followed by a thick wet tongue. The creature lowered her buttocks back upon the platform and with his giant cock he forced himself into her while using his sharp claw to tease her clit until juices oozed from her pussy. She was being ravaged by a pack of half man half wolf beings and all she could think was that she wanted and needed more.
One after the other the pack of beasts continued to ravage Cassey's body until they seemed to have achieved their individual satisfaction. With a last glance at her abused body, and in an eerie silence, they shifted back into wolves and retreated silently into the night. When each had disappeared into the darkness Cassie looked for Michael, but he had disappeared with them.
She saw the two apparitions that had greeted her at the entrance to the forest appear above her. They came to her side and floated near her while unbinding her hands and feet. Responding to the same mystical force that seemed to be the force that controlled the rest of her surroundings, they vanished into the forest night. Cassey dressed herself and followed the torch lit path back to the place where it had all begun. As she reached the end of the path, on the ground in the middle of the entrance she saw the vial waiting for her. There was a note accompanying it this time that simply read; "I will come for you again. Michael."
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Cassey opened her eyes when the pilot began to announce over the intercom that the flight attendants should now ready the cabin for the final decent into the airport. She would be landing soon, but she would not be home.
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The following is an excerpt from the first chapter in the Bound And Bred For The Billionaire Series – Bound By Force
Mandy is betrayed by her body when she falls for her new boss, a good-looking, older man in a high power position. While attending a company party she finds herself tied to a bed in his mansion, completely out of control, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by him and to satiate his every desire. Her boss has a dark secret and she soon learns of his true intentions - to have her shared and bred amongst his rich and powerful friends.
Read on for a small taste of what's inside:
“That’s not what I meant,” he said kindly, “I only meant that I don’t think you’re the exhibitionist type, so perhaps we’ll be a little low-key at first.”
Mandy nodded in agreement. She wanted to fuck Justin more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life, but her stomach gave a weird sort of lurch when she thought of having sex in front of strangers.
Justin led her outside and past all of the occupied beds. Mandy’s eyes widened as she saw the numerous couples having sex and moaning in their pleasure. She saw men with their faces buried between thighs, girls’ heads bobbing as they gave oral, one couple was having anal sex and the young woman was screaming with pleasure. Still more couples were having sex missionary style, doggie style, standing up and one brave woman was hanging upside down off her bed as the man pounded into her at a bizarre and uncomfortable-looking angle.
“In here,” Justin breathed as he motioned to a bed that was set away from the others but still allowed Justin and Mandy a birds’ eye view. Mandy slipped off her shoes and stepped up onto the bed. Justin roughly pushed her down so that her face was pressing in the mattress.
“Oh,” Mandy gasped as Justin straddled her.
“You’re mine in this tent,” he breathed, “do you understand?” and his voice was hot yet menacing. Mandy nodded as she squirmed underneath him, desperate to get her hands on his dark skin. Justin moved aside and Mandy leapt up to her knees as she went to kiss Justin.
“Not yet,” Justin teased, “First I want to watch you undress.” Mandy let out a small moan from being told what to do; she had never had a man boss her around in bed before. She slowly unzipped her dress and slid it off as her breasts spilled forward and she kneeled on the bed in her small thong. Justin’s eyes watched her hungrily, and she hooked her fingers in her thong before sliding it down her skin to reveal her warm and welcoming pussy.
Justin groaned and his hand shot out for Mandy. He ran his fingers eagerly through her small tuft of pubic hair, tugging gently. Mandy’s head rolled back with pleasure and she pushed her hips forward, hoping that Justin would touch her more. Justin scooted towards her and sat beneath her kneeling figure, as he brought his other hand to her, and gently spread her lips open. His fingers moved across her folds, exploring every inch of her, before rubbing his thumb against her swollen clit. Mandy moaned, her hands moving over her own breasts as she couldn’t help but touch herself. She had never felt so in touch with her sexuality, or so open.
Justin slipped one finger inside her and Mandy moaned loudly. Justin worked his one finger in and out, making sure Mandy was good and wet before inserting a second finger, spreading her wider.
“Yes,” Mandy groaned as Justin’s fingers slid in and out of her, his pace steadily increasing. She could hear her wetness making slick noises, but she didn’t care as Justin continued to finge
r-fuck her. Abruptly he stopped. Mandy cried out in protest.
“I’m not ready for you to come just yet,” he said. “Undress me.”
Mandy obeyed, and she undid his white shirt, sliding it off his arms, before moving onto his belt buckle. Mandy undid his pants effortlessly and Justin kicked them off, leaving him sitting on the bed in his boxers. Mandy took in how sculpted and firm his body was. It appeared that Justin did not have a single ounce of fat on his entire body. Mandy swooped down onto his chest, running her warm tongue along his sculpted abs, but Justin gently tugged her by her hair, pulling her upright.
“I’m still dressed,” he said softly, and Mandy pulled off his boxers, freeing his thick cock from its confines. “Suck me,” he ordered softly, and Mandy happily agreed, wanting nothing more. She glanced up to see a woman bent over the food table, her dress bunched around her waist as another man fucked her from behind. The man looked up and caught Mandy’s gaze, or so it seemed, even though the curtains were drawn on the bed where Mandy and Justin were. Mandy looked away quickly, but then realized there was no way the man could see her. She looked back at him, and still the man seemed to have his gaze fixed on Mandy.
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