by Paul Blades
She was three steps into the house, her shoes clacking on the hardwood floor, when she sensed something over to her right. She looked and her face fell. There was a tall, well built, Latino looking man with long black hair down to his shoulders standing there, staring at her. He was naked too. He was broad chested and fit. He looked old to Adele, who was after all, all of 23. He was obviously strong and he had a determined, fearsome look on his face. “Oh!” was all Adele was able to say.
Raijamoon took a moment to appraise his familiar's pretty, young co-worker. When she peered into his eyes, he struck. A signal of mind numbing power arced across the room invisibly and into Adele's head. She froze in her tracks. Her thoughts became scrambled. She looked like she was trying to say something and had forgotten what it was. Her body conveyed a state of indecision as to whether to take a step away from or towards the man. Her hands held her packages out in front of her foolishly. She managed to eek out two small syllables of sound, “Ah ... Ah...” when Raijamoon transmitted another strong surge of his energy towards her. Her mien changed from one of indecision and confusion to simple disbelief.
Kelly witnessed her friend's stupification with sorrow and astonishment. The man hadn't touched her at all! He had stopped her in her tracks as if he had shot a bolt of lightning into her. Kelly's mind was still dazed with the aftereffects of her long oral tryst with her strange, silent lover, but she was still very conscious of what was going on around her. The dream man had captured her friend effortlessly. She had grown used to the idea of his ability to control her, to infuse her with his will, but the thought that he could do the same to other people was a terrible revelation. She looked over at him fearfully. Who was he? What did he want from them? What was he going to do to her friend? Was he going to reduce her to a state of eager subservience like he had her? But he had never used his powers to paralyze her. There was something different about his treatment of the other woman. He slowly stepped over to Adele, keeping her locked in his gaze. As he walked behind her to the door, her body swiveled to keep him in her sights. She was still holding her packages out like some kind of offering to him. When he had closed and locked the door, he took the paper bag containing the quiche and the bottle of wine from her hands. He placed them on the coffee table in front of the dark brown, cloth couch. He then relieved the startled looking young woman of the bag that contained the salad and her pocketbook. He placed them on the coffee table as well.
Adele was watching the man's hands as he removed her burdens from her grasp as though they were strange prehensile claws. When he turned to her again, her eyes locked back into his and she licked her lips nervously. She looked at him, a fearful inquisitiveness on her face. “Ga...” was all she was able to say. The sound was not the precursor to any full word the young woman could think of, it was just the only sound she could get out of her mouth.
Kelly watched as the man took his hand and stroked the side of Adele's face. Her big, blue eyes widened and her mouth formed a circle as if she was recording the fact that the man had inserted something into her head. “Ga...” she said again, softly.
The man circled behind the tall, blond woman. This time, she stayed in place. She was facing Kelly and she looked at her quizzically, as if seeking an explanation. The man took the lapels of her light, green, fashionable jacket and drew it back over her shoulders and down her arms. After placing it over one of the tall backed, plush chairs Kelly had gotten at the auction, he stepped back from her. He took his time in admiring her form. Adele's breasts pushed her tight sweater out brashly. Her hips were slender but her slim torso managed to curve inwards just enough above them to give her a delicate, distinctively feminine look. Her face was a little long to be called perfect, but her features were spread across her face pleasingly, with a thin, well proportioned nose, fleshy lips and remarkable eyes.
Kelly watched as her dream lover assessed the girl's hands, taking them up one by one. Adele was a manicure junkie and had had her longish nails colored with a blue lacquer interspersed with tiny, gold designs meant to represent stars. Her toe nails were polished similarly and were prominently displayed in her open toed sandals. The fact that it was getting cold out did not deter Adele from showing off her pretty, slim feet and the fine decorations on their ends. It had cost almost a week's wages and she would be damned if she was going to put socks over them until they were all chipped and faded.
The man placed his right hand on Adele's head again and this time she winced slightly. Her gaze flitted from Kelly, to the man, to Kelly and then back again, as if something had happened to her. When Kelly's dream man stepped back from her, Adele licked her lips nervously. She had a grim determination on her face and her eyes were slightly teary. And then, moving suddenly as if she had made some decision, she crossed her wrists in front of her waist and lifted her soft, pretty, blue sweater up over her breasts, over her head and then down her arms and off.
Adele handed the sweater to the man. She was wearing a lacy, white bra that covered her breasts well over her nipples. The lace was thick and delicate and hid her teats, although it thinned out as it projected about an inch and a half over the top arc of her areolas. Adele hesitated for just a second and then reached behind her with both hands and unclipped the delicate bra. She curled her shoulders and let the straps fall forward over her arms, freeing her heavy, round, large breasts. Kelly had been after her for a while to start wearing more supportive bras. “You're not going to be 23 all your life, you know,” she had warned her. But Adele was Adele and she would rather risk a little sag later on for the pretty presentation her more stylish lingerie made. “You never know,” she always answered Kelly when they discussed it. She was, of course referring to the always hoped for opportunity to delight a newly found, handsome, wealthy lover.
Adele's breasts were admirable in their fullness and shape. Her nipples were long and thick and her areolas were wide and dark on her pale skin. The long and expansive, but firm, fleshy orbs swayed slightly as they dropped from their confinement. Adele handed the bra to the man and immediately started to undo the thin gold belt she wore with her jeans. When it was undone, she looked at the man and seemed to think for a second. Before proceeding further in removing the rest of her clothes, she crouched down and removed her sandals one by one. She tossed them to the side of the room and then stood up and unfastened the button that held the waist of her jeans together. She quickly lowered the zipper and then put her hands on her hips. The jeans were very tight and she had to shimmy her hips, as slender as they were, to get the jeans to descend to her thighs and then below her knees. She had grabbed the elastic band of her slim maroon thong at the same time and it worked its way down her legs together with the denim slacks. When the pants were below her knees, she bent over and carefully stepped out of one leg and then the other, almost losing her balance as she tugged them over her feet. She handed the commingled blue jeans and underwear to the visitor and gave him a small smile of accomplishment which quickly changed back to a confused, apprehensive look.
Raijamoon looked on with admiration and lust at the beautiful, young woman's body. Her breasts delighted him although he still had not figured out why the human male mind placed such emphasis on them. It was undeniable that it did and he had felt a pulling in his loins whenever he had touched or looked on the pleasing, round breasts of his familiar. He reached his hands out now and cupped the ends of Adele's heavy mounds. He had edged himself closer to the dazed woman and he could feel the heat of her body next to him. She could feel his too, and he used his pores to let a glow of his essence flow between them. The blond woman's lips pursed and she shifted on her bare feet. When she felt him massage her more than ample orbs, she gave a little moan.
The bound and imprisoned Kelly watched as her lover seduced her friend. She had a view of his broad, muscled back and his bulk obscured her vision of her friend's now naked body. She could feel his body's radiation of lust from where she knelt and it sent a tremor through her, making her pussy tingle w
ith incipient need. She saw her friend's delicate, long fingered, blue tipped hands rest on her dream lover's hips and their bodies move even closer. Adele tilted her head back and raised her lips. Her mouth joined with that of the large, well built, dark skinned man. They kissed.
Kelly immediately felt a surge of lust in her loins. She writhed her bound hands behind her and moaned behind her taped lips. Seeing her friend kiss her lover was compellingly erotic. She knew she should be fearful for her friend's fate and part of her felt jealous of his attentions to this other woman, but the room was flooded with the man's psychic discharge and she felt it wash over her, driving her passions.
She watched as Adele's long arms circled her lover's back, grabbing on to him intently. The pale skin of her graceful arms was in sharp contract to his tawny skin and his broad, firm muscles. The blond girl moaned, rubbing her body against the man who had pierced her mind. The man turned their bodies so Kelly had a side view of them. She could see their locked lips. Adele had her eyes closed as she consumed the man's mouth with hers. Kelly had never seen her friend naked and she could not help but admire her lithe, attractive form, the pale beauties that were her breasts, her firm, taut rear.
Raijamoon had turned his body so his bound and gagged familiar could get a better view of the enthrallment of her friend. He was actually surprised at how easy it was to make the woman succumb. He had established a firm presence in her mind and even as they kissed, he was transforming it, changing the overwhelmed young woman's idea of reality and of herself. He could sense the sexual energies of his familiar building behind him. He was drawing strength from the flood of need flowing from both women.
The man took his hands and pressed them on Adele's slight, round shoulders. They broke their passionate kiss and the woman's eyes widened even as she began to sink to her knees. Kelly could see there was still a part of her consciousness that was confused and upset at what the man was doing to her. Her mind cried out for her friend even as her body exhilarated in the strong waves of passion that filled the room. When the dazed, blond beauty reached her knees and saw his rampant cock in front of her, she frowned and a tear came to her eye as if she realized that the moment she put her mouth on it, knowing full well that she would, something terrible was going to happen to her. As if entranced, she reached her hands out and stroked the man's powerful thighs. The contact with his skin sent a shiver through her. A hunger came across her face. She closed her eyes as if entering a state of bliss and eased her plump, red lips over the head of the strange, enthralling man's cock.
At first, Adele seemed to freeze as she the powers of the man seeped into her lips and tongue. She uttered a deep, soulful sigh. Then, slowly, as if testing the hard wand of flesh for its flavor, she tightened her lips around the stiff pole and inhaled it fully into her mouth.
Kelly watched, her gaze cemented on the erotic tableau before her, as her friend serviced the dream man's cock. The blond woman's hands were circled around the base of his sex. Her eyes were clamped shut and Kelly could see the movements of her jaw and cheeks reflecting her energetic servicing of the man's rampant wand. Kelly's lusts were over boiling as she yearned for the feel of the man's flesh across her own lips. A part of her was shamed at her pleasure at watching the man fill the young, blond girl's mouth with his thick manhood. His hands were on her head, intertwined with her short, mop like hair. His back was arched and his neck was bent back. He had closed his eyes so as to better relish the pleasure the new mouth and lips were giving him. His body had sagged slightly and his knees were bent. Adele was pumping her head over his manhood frantically now, moaning her lust. Kelly saw the man's body stiffen and sensed his arousal and imminent explosion of lust in every pore of her body.
Adele moaned loudly when the man came. Kelly came too, her pussy sending deep convulsions of pleasure to her body.
Raijamoon sent out intense waves of pleasure to the bound woman. He wanted her to share complicity with her friend's transformation. He transmitted the exquisite pleasures of his own orgasm to her. To the woman on her knees in front of him, he sent his will, his desires. As he came, his fluids flowed into her body, initiating a bond she could never break.
Adele's body shuddered in post orgasmic bliss. She held the man's meat in her mouth as she panted for breath, unable to break the connection without her overlord's consent. Finally, he released her and brought her to her feet. Her face registered her confusion about what had just happened to her. Raijamoon gently led her to the bedroom. He would need to complete his mastery over and transformation of his new servant.
Kelly's heart sank as the couple walked past her into the bedroom. She watched through the bedroom mirror as the man led her friend onto the bed, guided her to her back, spread her thighs and entered her. The young blond woman gave out a loud moan, “Ahhhhhhhhh!” and circled her long legs and delicate arms around him. Within seconds they were engaged in a frantic, energized fuck. The man had ceased sending the energy of his lust to Kelly and she felt empty, deserted. She was shamed at how she had orgasmed while her friend was being enslaved. In some way, it made her feel responsible for the poor girl's fate. What would he do with her, she asked herself frantically. Would he make her a highly sexed zombie to serve his will? Did he consider the younger, prettier, blond girl as a more suitable repository for his lust than her? What would happen to her if he shifted his compelling sexual attentions away from her? For although he was fucking her friend, her loins still burned with desire for him, her lips yearned to caress him.
Kelly knelt helpless in her bonds as the man pummeled the flesh of the impassioned, young, blond woman. She watched in the mirror, obsessed, as their bodies seemed to consume each other. She saw Adele shake and quiver with prolonged, intense, sexual satisfaction, watched the man's body tense and heard him groan as he pumped his essence into her. They shifted positions several times. Adele no longer seemed the entranced automaton who had sucked the man's cock in the living room. She was growing increasingly vocal and energetic in response to the man's attentions. “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” she heard her yell as she came again, bent over on her knees, the man entering her from behind. And when he caressed her loins with his lips, she kept shouting out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” At one point, she began to take the initiative, gleefully pushing the man over and delving her mouth between his thighs. “Give me that cock!” she said lustfully as her lips descended on his pole.
Finally, the pair of lovers had exhausted their forces. Lying together intertwined, they fell asleep on the bed. Kelly, despondent at what she had heard and seen, bent her head and cried.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
It was about an hour later that Kelly heard bodies stirring in the bedroom. She thought she heard her young friend giggle, but discounted that as impossible. She was surprised when she saw the naked body of the young, blond woman scooting by. “I've got to pee!” she announced in a gleeful voice. She padded into the bathroom and Kelly soon heard her water spilling into the bowl. She turned to her left and saw the man standing in the bedroom doorway. He was looking at her intently. Kelly felt a surge of hunger for him and, at the same time, a wave of despondency flow through her. Would she now learn her fate? The toilet flushed and Adele came scurrying back out of the bathroom. She pressed her body up to the man's and, standing on her bare toes, gave him a soulful kiss.
"Ooooooo, baby,” she said when their lips parted. “You're too much.” She looked down at the disconsolate Kelly. A soft, caring look came over her face. She bent over, her large, soft breasts swaying out from her body, and caressed Kelly's tearstained cheek, saying sweetly, “You're so lucky, honey.” Kelly looked back at her, unsure what reaction she should have to this unusual statement. “I'm starving,” Adele then added merrily as she brought herself back to full height. “I'm gonna heat up the quiche."
The happy blond girl dashed into the living room and returned with the food she had brought. She swept unheedingly past the kneeling, naked, bound
and gagged Kelly and went into the kitchen. A few seconds later, Kelly heard the microwave spring to life.
For a moment, Kelly felt like she had entered some bizarre, new world. Didn't her friend see her all trussed up and naked, tied to a pipe in the hallway of her own house? Hadn't the dream man just forced his will on the pretty blond girl and enslaved her? What was going on? Was she mad?
Raijamoon saw the frantic confusion on the kneeling woman's face. She was looking up at him dolefully. She was a vision of delight to him. Her naked breasts pointed up to him invitingly, her pretty, frantic eyes begged him for relief. Her graceful, well toned, widespread thighs and her open sex made her seem frail and vulnerable. Affixed to the pole, her pretty lips hidden by the silencing silvery tape, her arms and ankles crossed and bound together behind her, she was helpless, utterly dependant on him and defenseless against his will. He sensed her dismay and uncertainty. He needed to reassure her. He crouched in front of the auburn haired, distraught female and placed his hands on her head. He sent waves of comfort and affection to her through them. He shifted his hands and stroked the pleasure center of her mind as he caressed her sensuous, bare breasts lovingly. He felt the bound woman's body relax, her mind calm as his energy flowed through her. He stoked her need for him and felt the strength of their bond reassert itself in her. He dropped his hand to the center of her widespread thighs and stroked her labial lips until she was panting and had lubricated. He leaned over and suckled the stiffened teats of her breasts until the woman moaned, twisting her pinioned arms behind her.
In the meantime, Adele continued the preparations for their repast. Through her mind fogging reverie at her lover's attentions, Kelly heard Adele exclaim, “Okay, come and get it!"
The dream man untied his familiar from the pipe and released her wrists from her ankles. Kelly groaned as she was raised to her feet. Her muscles had stiffened during her long confinement. Unsteady, dizzy from the man's stimulation of her lusts, she allowed herself to be led into the kitchen. The square, wooden table had been set for two. The steaming, yellow quiche was sitting in the middle of the finely polished, dark brown table, together with a large bowl of green, fluffy salad. Two of Kelly's round, long stemmed wine glasses sat next to yellow, woven, cloth place mats and matching folded napkins. There was silverware and salt and pepper and salad dressing, all set in convenient reach for the prospective diners. Adele smiled as she saw the dazed and sexually excited Kelly being led into the room.
