by Holly J Gill
“Oh my God,” she cried out thrusting her chest off the bed. I bit on her bud, sending her crying out. She thrashed her head from side to side. I licked, flicked and teased her peak, as I listened to her delirious moans. I moved to her left nipple giving it the same treatment, so beautiful. I pressed her breasts together, and moved from one to the other. I loved how swollen and sensitive they were.
“Sir,” I heard one of the men.
“What?” I grumbled.
I continued to suck her nipples.
“You’re meant to be punishing her.”
“I’m working to that…she’s no good without a wet cunt,” I grunted, with my mouth on her bud.
I slid my tongue down her figure, kissing every inch of her, leaving wet trails. I arrived at her pussy, it glistened, showing her secret place, a place I had no right to be. My dick pounded at the sight of such a damp needy mound. Her heat so wet, I trailed my fingertip down her slit, to find her hot pool. She moved her bottom around the bed and groaned to each flicker of my touch.
“Oh God,” she wailed out.
I had her treasured pearl of passion at my fingertip. I slipped my finger between her folds, to relish her slippery softness.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” I told her admiring her core. I longed to indulge and take her to oblivion. I might not be having sex, but hell, I was going to taste her juices.
In one swoop, I licked her tender pussy, lapping up her honey, loving the sweetness.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out. I gazed up keeping my tongue on her, not wishing to stop. Her eyes shut tight; she lashed her head from side to side. “Oh my…Oh my,” she announced breathlessly.
I moved my tongue swiftly up and down in a moist sweep. I pulled back her hood to find her clit, the pink nerve endings were pulsing to be touched and played with.
I licked her clit.
“Oh my God,” she yelled at the top of her voice, wow she was mesmerizing.
I sucked her nerve endings into my mouth, and tugged hard as her body jolted, and she wept in excitement. I wanted to get her off. I wanted her to orgasm for me. I want her to know how amazing this sensation was. I want her to remember me for the rest of her life as the man who gave her best orgasm.
I placed my fingers on her nerve ending, to tease her, and I added pressure. I circled my tongue over the area, as she lifted her bottom from the bed.
“No, oh…Oh,” she screamed, her body jolted into spasm, and sent wave after wave of pleasure to her pussy.
I dipped my finger inside her core, which was so wet and warm. This was heaven, she was my princess.
I brought my body over hers and moved my mouth to her right ear as she came back down to earth from her orgasm.
“Did you like that, Love Bud?”
“Mmm.”
“Would you like more?” I didn’t want to put pressure on her, this was her decision. I was not going to take anything away from her, unless she gave it.
“Mmm.”
“Megan, I need a definitive reply,” I whispered not wishing the monsters in the room to hear us.
“Yes, I think so,” she replied ragged breath.
“I want you to know…If you want to stop me at any point, do…I will not do anything you don’t want! Is that clear, princess?” I had to check with her turning my attention back to her body.
“Yes,” she stuttered.
I slipped back down her body placing myself between her legs. She stole me.
I placed my tongue on her sweet folds and dipped inside. I licked and teased, lapping up her juices, then pushed my digit inside her core. She was so tight, and when she was ready I would devour her. She relaxed, and I plunged my finger deeper into the centre of paradise. She relaxed further and I sent two fingers darting in, I wiggled my fingers inside, longing to bring her to her next peak.
In hunger, I licked and juiced her pussy, as she moved about in thrills. My mind set on bringing her to the next avalanche.
Princess thrusted her bottom up and down, moaning in each stride bringing such symphony to me ears.
“Sir…” I heard.
I continued, not wishing to be disturbed.
“Sir,” the guard repeated.
It took all my energy not to hit the bastard into next week.
“What,” I groaned, not leaving her pussy, but probing her with my fingers.
“Your Queen wishes to speak with you.”
My tummy coiled. My heart missed a beat. Bile filled my throat. I feared this would happen.
I lifted my body up, lifting my weight as my princess opened her eyes.
“I’ll be back soon,” I whispered to her.
“Where are you going?” her voiced raised in panic.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back,” I reassured her.
I climbed off the bed and made my way around the bed. I looked at Megan as she gawped at me, her eyes begging me not to leave.
My eyes found the monsters.
“Touch her, and I’ll personally cut off your dicks,” I growled.
I glared at the men, swearing that if they touch her, or even think about doing anything to her, their cocks were mine.
I moved to the side door which was open.
My heart raced, the Queen’s timing was not the best, typical of her, the bitch.
I entered the dark room and turned to find the Queen, who sat on a chair, with her legs crossed staring at me distastefully.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?” Her words clipped.
“Toying with her.” I knew exactly what she was referring to, the sweetness.
“You told me exactly what you wanted to do to your chosen one, and instead…” She rose from her chair and made her way towards me. Each of her high heels thumped heavily on the floorboards. “I’m watching some pathetic shit you’re doing on the bed. You requested the girl on the Cross, and to torture her. So far, you’ve failed miserably. Now you either go in there and do what you’re meant to do, or I’ll take things into my own hands and trust me, you’ll both be fucked, if she comes out alive.”
“Don’t you harm her,” I seethed. I pointed my finger at her. Her glare shot to me, shocked at my outburst and I knew…that second, I had let my guard down and shown my weakness for the girl. I had no doubt what would happen next.
“Oh…has my nephew’s head turned?” she mocked, tilting her head to the side, her voice sickeningly sweet but dripping with malice.
“Screw you,” I snapped.
“Touchy Elijah, very touchy.”
“May I remind you of the rules…”
“Go fuck yourself,” I growled with no conviction. She had no right to tell me what to do, even if she owned me…fuck I was in a mess and had no way out.
“Are you going to go in there and do what you requested?” she spat.
I swallowed. No way could I tell this woman Megan was a virgin. I did not want anyone else to take her virginity but me…it had to be me.
“It would appear we have a problem…” She laughed and turned around. How I longed to wrap my hands around her throat and strangle her to death. Her blood would be sweet. I would love to wear her blood.
“Guards,” she called clicking her fingers.
With that, the room erupted with bodyguards. Panic and dread filled me. They launched themselves at me grabbing my arms and legs and lifted me off the ground. I battled, I tried to escape their clutches, only these men were stronger. They moved me to the other side of the room where there was a rug shaped in a circle, and a star-shaped symbol inside it. I punched, kicked and tried everything to make the men drop me and give me a chance to get away, hoping I could grab Megan as I left. I was placed on the floor my arms and legs stretched out to be shackled.
“You bitch, you evil bitch,” I raged, my blood pumped furiously through my body. I felt physically sick, knowing what this woman was capable of. I had witnessed her placing a curse on someone to make them kill themselves. Shit, I hoped that was not her plan. I could not trust
this woman; the Queen had a temper that could set a person on fire.
“It would appear, you have lost some of your curse…” she added smugly, and rubbed her hands together.
“What? What curse?” I questioned.
“To make all men monsters, have them fuck their bitches, killing them if they wished too. I really don’t give a crap.”
“What?” I yelled.
“Oh, stop your bitching, acting like a petulant child. Then, you always struggled growing up with mummy and daddy always protecting you and doing no end of bullshit for you. I’m shocked you even learned to wank yourself without their guidance. It’s about time you grew some balls and used the fuckers,” she snarled, as she glared down on me.
“How dare you,” I argued back. I tried to pull my arms and feet, but I was trapped.
I pulled the restraints with all my force in an attempt to free myself, there was no give whatsoever.
“Oh, it’s such a shame… I have to say she’s very pretty, very sexy, nice tits, and her pussy…” she licked her lips.
There were candles and a bowl of what looked like potions.
“What are you going to do to her?” I alarmed.
“Oh, my dear nephew, it’s not me, it’s you who is going to be doing it to her. I warned you what would happen if you didn’t comply, Elijah …I told you, you had a choice and now I am simply guiding you, as you aren’t playing the game. Yet, in theory this was never a game, I was serious. You have only yourself to blame for what is about to happen,” she said smugly, aware she held all the cards.
“You never spoke of the consequences,” I bit back.
“Yes, well, maybe you should learn never to push my buttons and comply to the curse.”
“You bitch. You can’t do this,” I screamed. I had no idea what she was about to do. What made it worse was I knew I would have no control. I would not be able to stop myself from what she was about to inflict on me. Her curse would entrap me, take over my mind, and body and there would be nothing I could do to stop it.
The lights went off, leaving the candles flickering in the airy room, scents filled the room followed by cloud. I tried to stay focused but drowsiness was taking over.
“Right, allow me to begin. Don’t worry, no pain…just me cursing you to torture that little bitch…or better still, kill her,”
“No, no, fuck you, fuck you,” I scrambled attempting to get out of the restraints. I was getting nowhere, and I feared what my princess would endure.
The Queen clapped her hands together and started chanting words I had never heard before.
In seconds my mind started to drift, overwhelmed with tiredness. The room began to spin, my body lifted into the air. My heart pumped hard against my chest. I was on some crazy ride, moving so fast. My mind, and my body were not my own. Round and round… I went, until…everything went blank.
5
Megan
My mind spun, unsure what was happening, or where Elijah went. I feared for him. I feared for me. I had no idea what mess my father had got me into. I came here because he insisted, a party he’d said, to meet new people, but he was wrong.
Each second that passed, I got more nervous. Who was the Queen, and why did she call him? His words lingered in my head like a repeated song, ‘I will not harm you’, what did that mean?
I closed my eyes and tried to think of what he meant, ‘hurt me’. I lifted my head to look at the cupboard in the corner, unsure what was hidden in there.
I sucked in a deep breath and turned my head to see a man standing guard. I had questions on the tip of my tongue but feared he would not answer me.
“Where has he gone?” I asked.
The man did not flinch. He blatantly ignored me and I guessed he was not permitted to respond. I had no idea what this house was full of, good or bad. What I had figured was Elijah tried to get me out, he failed, and the woman stopped us and took me from him to this room.
What was the story here?
What tales did these walls keep? I did not want to think about it too much as it would drive me insane.
I hated the fact that I was restrained, but what confused me was that I loved what Elijah did to me, my clit still burned in desire craving for more. He manipulated my nerve endings like a God. He was the first to do that to me, and what an experience.
I bit down on my lower lip, tightening my vaginal muscles, longing to feel his fingers inside me once again, as he licked my clit and forced me into ecstasy.
A door opened and several men hurdled towards me. Four men came to each end of the bed unclasping the restraints, giving my heart some hope. I was about to be taken to Elijah for us to make love, or were they freeing me. I had this hunger in the pit of my stomach to give him the consent he wished for earlier. I was ready, at least I thought I was, for him. From the second I laid eyes on him standing and staring at me, there had been a trigger that ignited in my soul.
The men took hold of me and carried me off the bed and back to the cross.
“Please…what is this?” I asked in panic, unsure whether to fight them or assume this was something Elijah had set up.
I was restrained once again, betrayal and angst filled me. Why was this happening? A collar was placed around my neck that was attached to the cross, not giving me much room to move at all. I stared at the men before watching them move back to the door to where Elijah stood, wearing a leather buckled harness showing off his left chest. He stood for a few seconds, staring narrowed eyed at me. I heaved my chest. His glare was different, his softness had gone and replaced with a spine-chilling man. A shiver ran through my body as I frowned looking at him.
“Elijah,” I said, with a shaky voice. I had no idea what had happened to him. His chest heaved. I swallowed; fear enveloped me.
He stalked over to me.
“Elijah,” I repeated, when he stood before me, his eyes looked dark and sunk. I saw tension in his body, rippling his chest muscles. “Say something,” I was desperate for him to reply.
He glared at me, with evilness, making me feel uncomfortable.
“Elijah,” I stuttered, something told me the man who left was not the same man who stood before me.
He gripped my chin with his firm hand, and pushed hard on my jaw. He released and put his finger on my lips, with firmness he ran the finger around my lips then ran the same finger down between my boobs and to my pussy, where he flicked his digit over my clit, sending me catapulting, only I was restricted with my neck being collared.
He took a firm hold of my left breast, squeezing it so hard. I cried out with the pain. He clamped my nipple between his fingers and with a hard tug, he twisted it forcefully.
“Ouch,” I cried out.
Elijah repeated the same act on my right bud, leaving my boobs throbbing and my nipple tingling.
He stepped back, drinking my body. I tried to move my wrists and ankles to no avail.
I swallowed and chewed the inside of my cheek, something told me in my heart what he did earlier was about to become a distant memory. I hoped I was wrong. I hoped he would make love to me and take me to a new world of sex.
Darkness surrounded him, the air in the room was tense and I had no idea what had happened, but Elijah, the man who brought me to an earlier climax had somehow…gone.
I watched as he moved to the large cabinet and opened the double doors with both his hands and revealed to me what was inside. It was full of… whips, chains, vibrators, you name it, it was in there, including ropes and some implements I had never seen before. In horror and panic I started to shake. I watched as he took what look like a wand and turned back to me taking a few steps before standing before me.
“Elijah,” I softly spoke his name.
He lifted the instrument and pressed it to my tummy, sending an electric current through my tiny body. I screamed. I met his gaze, tears welled in my eyes. I feared my Elijah had gone and was replaced by this beast; he was no prince charming.
I watched intently as he wave
d the instrument around, before he put it onto my tummy sending my body jolting forward and my neck lunged back into place. The man was evil. He performed the act a few more times, near my breasts and on my side, before turning it to the inside of my thighs. The current blasted through me was horrendous, tears streamed down my cheeks, wishing for him to stop before he killed me.
“Please,” I begged him, only he did not even appear to be listening or on the same planet.
I stared at the men at the doors, who all stood clasping their hands. I saw her…the woman, the Queen who sent me up here. She sat with her legs crossed, watching this degrading act.
I glanced down to my body as my eyes clouded with tears.
A heavy sting penetrated my body as he struck me again.
My head sagged painfully as my neck was trapped.
He now held a whip with tassels and before I could plead for him not to use it, the leather lashed across my tummy, causing a wave of pain to course through me.
“Do you like that, bitch?” he growled.
My stare met his, watching as he snarled, leaving me in despair before he struck me again, and again. He turned his attention to my pussy, striking me without mercy and sent a stinging sensation through my cunt. My body was jolted. Tears ran down my cheeks, not understanding what had happened to him.
“You have pretty tits,” he spat. He gripped my right bud before slapping the breast to move on the other and give same treatment, leaving me whimpering.
“Please,” I begged again.
Elijah scoffed and moved back to his cupboard. I turned to glance at the woman who sat smugly as smoke billowed around her.
My attention moved back to Elijah who held some form of crocodile clips. I shook my head frantically, not wishing him to harm my body only I was not going anywhere. He tugged my nipples and fixed the clamps to my nipples before pinching my clit and clamping. Pain shot through me.
“So fucking pretty,” he chuckled as I glanced at the decoration he put on me. I was not feeling his humour.
My nipples and clit pulsed. I hated the pain he inflicted on me.
“Please…” I pleaded.
