“And don’t move!” Zero orders, hitting me again.
I wiggle my ass. I know what I’m doing. Crrrack! That wasn’t a flogger. A cane, probably. Pain streaks across my ass cheeks. I wiggle again.
“She’s lovin’ it!” Scorpion pipes up.
“Then let’s give her more,” Melody replies.
Fire begins to burn in my belly.
Crack! Crack, Crack! I squeal through the gag. My ass burns. My cunt swells. My nipples engorge. Someone notices. Lips circle them, lick and suck them. Then cold, hard pinching. I squeal through the gag. I’m rewarded by the pain biting, chewing at my distended nipples. Clamps. Steel clamps. They tightened them. I groan. Inside. I fight to stay quiet now. Go within. Start to get high.
A tongue. On my clit. Pain, pleasure. My head starts to spin. Oh, I’ve missed this so much. Silky smooth strokes roll over my labia, torture my clit, tease my brain. Clamps bite into my nipples, my juices run freely.
Melody is probing now. Her fingers scratching over my thighs then over my pussy and pushing one inside. Just enough to have me quivering. Only one? Tease.
She laughs as she feels me trying to push forward to get more inside. “Slut!” she says, slapping my ass hard. “You aren’t getting to cum yet, bitch. Far too early and you haven’t earned it.”
I hear a short, sharp crrrack! But don’t feel anything. I jumped, though. Crrrack! Then I feel it. A searing, cutting sting flies across my right ass cheek. I scream through the gag! It takes my breath away. The chain on the clamps sways, making them bite harder into my swollen tits. I gasp, tension running through my body. Then I remember how to relax. My body goes limp, held only by my legs, knees locked to keep me upright. Crrrack! Now the left cheek. Again I scream. Heat pours through me, spreads like an overflowing river to every fibre of my body. They laugh. Someone strokes my arse. It feels like silk, spreading and easing the sting. I start to drip, juices running down my inner thigh.
My borrowed body is in overdrive now, waiting for the next call of endorphins. It doesn’t have to wait long. Crrrack!
“Agghhh,” I groan, involuntarily.
“She’s making too much noise,” Twister says. “And look what a slut she is, running his finger up through my pussy juice, then slapping my soaking cunt. Three more strokes in silence. Or else you’ll have to endure more to cum.”
I nod. Brace myself. My mind is spinning, my nerves on fire and my pussy ready to explode.
Crrrack! I stifle a groan, breath in the pain. Spin higher.
Crrrack! Again, higher.
Crrrack! “Gagghhh!!” That last one was too much, caught me on the wrap-around. I gasp, breathing heavily and deeply.
“Uh, oh,” Twister remarks. “Now you’ll have to take some more, won’t you?
Not that I care. High. Being high. That’s what I came here for. And I’m getting there.
I brace myself. What will they do next?
I hear them whispering, giggling.
Then someone is between my legs, kneeling I think.
I feel pinching on my breasts, around the clamps. I know these sensations. I remember. Pegs.
They put more on me, in two lines of pegs down the front of my body each one bringing more nerves alive, sending more messages down to my ever-swelling open dripping pussy.
The lines seem to connect, join up. I’m spaced. Then they make sure I’m as high as can be. I feel a really tight pinching on my labia... Oh, can I cope? Can I stay with it? I have to. I want this.
Four pegs. Two on each side of my pussy. I suck in breath, ease it out. Calm my brain.
A finger strokes over my clit so gently, so softly. I almost cum there and then. Almost. They’re not going to let it happen yet.
A hand slaps my ass. Pegs jangle my nerves, the chain sways and my nipples burn again. My pussy pours.
Melody speaks. “Now slut, now you get me for company for a little while.” She’s between my legs. It’s her fingers. I think.
She strokes my clit again. I can hardly stand it.
Then she pushes a finger inside. I stay still. I don’t want her to pull away. And I stay silent.
“My hand’s soaked already, you complete and utter tramp!” she says.
Two fingers work their way inside. The pegs pull on my labia as she starts to stretch me. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure. It’s all the same. One enhances the other. Intense. Overwhelming. I spin higher and higher and higher as a third finger joins the other two.
I’m stretched, getting fuller as she eases a fourth finger slowly, slowly inside me.
Someone is behind me, stroking my back, rubbing up against me. It’s Scorpion. I can feel his piercings against my skin. Someone else is caressing my stomach.
Melody gently withdraws her hand. Then her velvety tongue flickers over my bursting clit. Ecstasy! Bliss! I sigh with pleasure. Shouldn’t have done that!
Smack! I’m startled. Gasp. Chains jangle, pegs wobble and pinch, nerves on fire.
Now Melody starts fingering me again. Four fingers. Wow! Now that’s new! Never did that in my own body. Wild!
Once in there, as I fight to control my breath she undulates her fingers, right over my g-spot deep inside. Moves slightly in and out. Stimulates my clit along its whole length. Waves of uncontrollable, unimaginably fantastic delight course through me. My hands grip tight on the rope binding them high as I begin to cum so hard, so fast. Every part of me is alive, singing and dancing through massive pleasure. Then, then I really feel stretched as she eases her fingers in, followed by her thumb, slowly forcing my pussy wider and wider. My cunt is so tight. So challenged. She gradually works her knuckles through my soaking hole, until her whole hand is in there.
As I do, the pegs come off. I scream loud, so loud though that gag. Pleasure and pain intertwined, all happening at once. The one enhancing and increasing the other. Higher and higher and higher I go.
I hardly notice them taking me down. My arms are weak. Someone holds me up, their arms under my armpits while my legs are released. I’m still cumming. But not coming down. Not yet. She’s still in there. Then I’m laid down on the sheepskins. Slowly, carefully, she withdraws.
It’s not over. They take off the nipple clamps and I scream again, barely registering one of the men entering me. They lick and suck my nipples, easing the searing pain of blood returning. They grab a leg each, holding them wide apart as I’m screwed hard and fast. Their weight bears down on me, damp and sweaty.
Someone takes out the gag. Kisses me. Twister.
“Only two to go, slut,” he whispers in my ear.
Zero groans. He’s the one inside. He’s the one hammering away, forcing me to cum again, hard, as he slams up against my overworked pussy. I can’t move, can’t respond other than to go with the waves of bliss, my eyes rolling in my head behind the blindfold, my mouth open and kissing whatever mouth meets mine. The others keep me in position, their hands all over me. I can’t even tell how many hands.
With one last flourish, Zero slams hard into me, his knob pulsing against my cervix as he cums. The waves of his cum bring me off again. Tears roll down behind the blindfold. Twister checks in with me.
“You OK?” he asks. “Enough?”
“Go for it,” I hear my voice saying. “I want it all. All you’ve got,” my borrowed voice says thickly.
Twister mounts me. He takes off the blindfold. I keep my eyes shut.
He’s big, wide and long. And he’s pierced. Oh, this is so good! Two new experiences in one go. Last time I was here people didn’t do this to their dicks. But I’m glad they do now!
The ring keeps my pussy interested. My body’s still tingling and vibrating as he pumps deeply, the ring hitting the g-spot again.
I cry out. “Open your eyes, slut,” he murmurs.
I do. He’s looking deep into my eyes. “Now keep them open.”
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He stares into me as he fucks me. Our pupils lock as we seem to be one for seconds, minutes, I don’t know. Another cum builds. He’s sweating, dripping onto me. I’m slippery, we’re sliding together. My legs are still restrained. I’m forcing myself to keep my eyes open, completely hooked into this.
Then he explodes inside me and I explode with him. The effort of keeping my eyes open intensifies every sensation. I almost black out. Almost but not quite. Someone strokes my hair as I lie, limp, recovering my breath.
He rolls off me, lying next to me, kissing me tenderly. “Good girl. Only one to go.”
Now I’m almost beyond coping.
Scorpion towers above me. Dazed, I watch as he appraises my limp, glowing torso, grinning. His dick is rigid, ready for me. I’m not sure if I’m ready for him, but when he says “Take it, slut,” so forcefully, how can I not be turned on again? That’s what I’m here for. That’s why I entered her. Now he can enter me.
And he does. With vigour and enthusiasm. Rock hard, he pushes his huge member inside of me. Inside of her. I’m getting used to this body. And to having great sex again. Somehow I find the strength to match his forceful strokes. My clit responds with another explosion. Soon he’s spent, and so is this body. Me, I could keep going. But for now it’s over. I’ll be back. Maybe to stay.
Chapter 3
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Wolf Spirit
Breakfast over, I wandered down the field to find Melody. Still confused, I needed to find out more about what had happened to me. It felt like I’d had a good night. The bruises on my ass smarted a little as the fabric of my wrap brushed over the raised skin on my left cheek. I was a little stiff, presumably from being strapped into such a strenuous position. Muscles ached, but I knew that would ease as the day wore on.
Melody and I decided to take a walk down to the magic tree. It was so-called because of its ancient age (over 300 years) and the fact that it seemed to shake out anyone who tried to climb it. Also, it grew where a freshwater spring emerged from the land in a low spot, surrounded by shrubs and trees, nicely shrouded from the rest of the site. Over the years, this tree had seen a lot of human activity, including plenty of sex magic. We sat under the tree, sipping coffee.
“After we’d opened the circle and invited in the elements, that’s when you suddenly went off on one,” Melody explained. “Your voice seemed to change and you became…well, demanding and rampant.”
I thought about it for a couple of minutes. “I remember the opening. I remember feeling mighty strange. It was as though I’d been pushed out of the way, I think. I could see and feel what was going on, but I didn’t feel like I was in charge. And now, I have these huge blanks of what actually happened.”
Melody began recounting the events as they happened. “Twister was thrilled to see you being so loose. You told him to get brutal.”
I grinned. “Really? And I’ve survived?” I’d always wondered how far he’d go if I really gave him free rein. When we’d played in the past I’d always held back a little, fearing he might go a bit too far. It seems he has more self-control than I’d previously given him credit for.
Melody handed me the spliff she’d been rolling. I leaned back against the tree, took a couple of deep puffs and closed my eyes. Sex magic had been our goal for last night, but I hadn’t quite anticipated what transpired.
Then I remembered. Shivers flew down my spine. I remembered wanting Twister. I felt that need, that desire. But when it happened, I wasn’t properly experiencing it. Someone else was. Someone had taken over, and they…she was more hardcore than I’d ever dared to be. I was lucky it hadn’t gone too far! As I’d said to Mel, I really felt as though I’d been shoved out of the way, sidelined.
“Mel,” I said quietly. “I think she’s going to come back.”
Melody straightened up. “What do you mean?”
“I think I was possessed last night. I don’t think it was me talking. The boys were right. I was possessed!”
Mel shook her head. “Surely we didn’t do anything to invite that?”
“I don’t know. But it happened.”
“Who...?”
“I don’t know. Or why. Though, from the bits I can remember, she damned well enjoyed having my body tortured.”
Mel grimaced. “That doesn’t sound good,” she said finally.
“I know, but it didn’t do any harm. I trust you lot to keep me safe, as I always have. This is a bit weird, though.”
Just then, the others traipsed through the trees, rustling leaves betraying their approach. “Us, keep you safe?” Zero piped up, grinning. “From what?”
“This…invader, possessor, whatever it was. Whatever she was,” I corrected, closing my eyes as I took another puff on the excellent smoke Mel had provided.
Scorpion snorted. His laugh always sounded like that. He had a way of sounding sarcastic when he was being really serious.
“Shit,” I said. “She’s going to come back. She liked it all too much.”
Twister’s brow wrinkled into concern. “What do you mean?”
“Scorpion. He just triggered a memory from last night. Mel was fisting me. Felt myself getting high on it at the time. Kind of more high on the head thing than actually feeling much. We’ll have to do that again when I’m fully present,” I said, nodding to Mel. I remembered her fingers probing, her hand sliding inside, the fullness, the feeling of being stretched to the limit. I’d been there, but not there. I’d felt her urgency and my own. Her need to cum and my own. I shook my head. It had begun to spin.
As I spoke I knew. I could sense her presence with me. Eager to experience all the sex she could get, hovering around me waiting for another opportunity. Suddenly, I felt uneasy in a way I hadn’t before. “Shit,” I said again. “I think we might have a real problem. At least, I might have a real problem.
“When she was there, despite me feeling pushed to one side, despite her getting to use my body, I could sense somehow what she was thinking, feeling. I think she was, when she was here in real life, a sex magician. Like she’d been involved with Crowley’s experiments. Or at least a follower of Crowley’s practices.”
I wasn’t sure how this made me feel. Aleister Crowley’s antics were still controversial. What I did know was that he’d been a powerful magician in his time.
Twister’s face had now contorted into a grimace. “That’s not good,” he said finally. “Stella, we have to sort this out. Possession’s all very well when you’ve invited it. But this isn’t right.”
“But how? I can sense her hanging around. She’d like to be doing that while you have me hanging around!”
I was torn now. The experience had been intriguing, a turn-on, gave me ideas for the next time we played. But it also left me feeling very uneasy. How could I chill out and enjoy playtimes if she was waiting to take me over?
“We have to get her back. What’s she called?”
Until Melody had asked, I hadn’t known….or at least it hadn’t registered. “She named herself Adolpha.”
Zero thought for a moment. “I’ve heard that name before. I think it means She-Wolf or something like that.”
Scorpion snorted again. “Great,” he said. “That sounds like dedication to a cause.”
“Stella, how do you feel about doing another session? We’ve got to find out what she wants and how to deal with this.”
I thought about it, still sensing her close by, waiting, wanting. My body. I shuddered. “Yes, I think we have to,” I said eventually. “Now I know she’s trying to take over, I’ll wear my protective crystal. That way I can stay more present and hopefully remember more at the end of it.”
Chapter 4
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Pure Pain
We decided to use the area beneath the magic tree that night. It was much further away from the other campers, held a special pla
ce in my heart and, we felt, was an advantageous setting for a battle if one was needed.
So here I was, under the night sky, beneath the craggy old tree that had provided such inspiration over the years. I was naked, save for the gleaming crystal around my neck, and my big Goth boots with their thick leather soles and tightly strapped laces to protect my feet and legs from the surrounding vegetation. My feet had been planted firmly apart by Twister. He’d roped the tree in readiness. Melody, Zero and Scorpion had already taken up their positions in the East, South and West. Twister would take North. Each in turn invited in their chosen element, ending with Twister.
“Gods and Goddesses of the North, of earth, please join us tonight in our sacred rites. Protect us on our journey, keep us grounded, keep us safe. Hail and welcome.”
“Hail and welcome,” we repeated.
Suddenly I felt a wrench to my gut, fire in my belly and a strange sense of being far, far away.
“Look at her eyes!” Zero said. “They’ve gone almost black.”
“Do your worst,” my voice croaked. “Get me there. Take me as high as you know how.”
Twister didn’t need telling twice. Before I knew it my arms were again above my head, secured to the ropes pulled tightly over the branch. We’d decided not to gag me. Maybe they could find out more while it was happening if I could talk. The blindfold was a must, though. I usually needed one to cut out distractions and help me focus on what was going on.
“Her eyes like that, should we be covering them?” Zero queried.
I nodded. Still sort of present, I was glad to have some little input, some control. Twister gently blindfolded me, kissed me deeply. Already, my juices began to run. Then I heard my voice. “Fuck me, beat me, hurt me.” Shit! Did I say that?
“She’s gone again!” I heard Twister say.
I knew he wouldn’t go further than I’d want him to, nor would the others. That was quite far enough — I could take a lot.
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