by Paul Blades
Tears filled her eyes and drifted down her cheeks as Adele led her by her leash to the bed. She climbed upon it dutifully and allowed herself to be pulled to its center. Adele unhooked the leash and her gag and left her kneeling there, facing Ramón and his servants. She remained there, misery and anguish passing through her, for what seemed to be an eternity. Her collar, the symbol of her ownership by the enthralling man was her only adornment. Why had she been selected for this role as the focus of the stranger's lusts, she thought miserably. Any other of the women would be happy to serve him. She had had independence, a purpose in life. And now she lived like some kind of strange temple whore, the repository of others’ lusts. All eyes perused her bare flesh appreciatively, apparently either unconscious or uncaring of the torment her lascivious display caused her. Adele had said everybody loved her. But if they did, would they cooperate in her debasement like this? Enthralled as they were, were they capable of real love?
Ramón had been studying the reactions of his bound familiar. He sensed her unhappiness and turmoil. He couldn't help that. It was the price of her still free mind, a necessity if she was to continue to serve as the receptacle of the essence of the Whole that she drew for him from the other side of the dimensional wall. He had prepared this little ceremony both for her edification and that of his other servants. Their dedication to her protection and her well being would be reinforced. Now that his plans were beginning to advance, she would need to deliver more and more sustenance to him from the other side and would need to be kept in a state of almost constant sexual arousal. These women, his acolytes, would perform those services for him and they needed to be able to deal with his familiar as if she were a revered vessel, a being that had been transformed from being merely human to something else. They would have to ignore her right to self determination as a modern, free thinking woman and yet treat her gently, sympathetic to her plight as a captive of his will.
For the female, she would learn she was bound to obey his servants as she would he, to accept their ministrations to her. He would not have as much time to spend driving and satisfying her lust, an emotion necessary to facilitate her role as a conduit of his life force. She would have to accept their lips and hands and bodies as extensions of his. Her isolation from the world would from now on be near total and would remain so until his mission was complete.
The dream man had held back the radiance of his lusts while the female knelt uncomfortably under the gazes of the other women. Satisfied she had absorbed her lesson, he let the passionate emissions from his psyche to her mind slowly grow. He watched as her eyes and body recorded its delivery, her thighs tightening together, her eyes becoming glazed, her breath rising in tempo and depth. When she was ready, she would come to him.
Kelly felt the man's forces build up inside her. It was what she had feared, had known would happen. She gave a little cry and pressed her lips tightly together. Her breasts were taut with her rising need, her sex yearned for attention. She had been kneeling with her torso erect, as Adele had left her, but the wave of passion that passed through her made her lean forward, lower her head to her knees. She closed her eyes and moaned. Why didn't he come to her, she thought miserably. What did he make her suffer so?
Kelly looked up at the man who held her in his thrall. He was a man and yet, not a man. He was an alien, a specter from the abyss, and he owned her as much as any creature ever owned another. She knew what he wanted. For the past several weeks, her ability to feel his thoughts, his demands, had grown. It was like he was inside her head and, although he did not communicate in words, she understood him, obeyed him. Now he wanted her to pay obeisance to him, to worship him with her mouth so all the other women could see her subservience, her surrender to his needs and pleasure. Her mouth tingled with want for the feel of his plush, hard meat, the salty taste of his flesh, to experience the radiance of his powers.
Kelly knew the only way to assuage her misery was to take hold of the man's rampant cock with her lips. All of her shame and unhappiness at her nakedness before the other women, her regret for her abasement, would wash away in an instant. And the burning lust she felt for him, a lust that permeated her very soul, would be satisfied, her agony turned to bliss. And yet, she still hesitated. She was required to move to him. She was to confirm his dominance over her by her own volitional act. It would be like an act of confession before the assembled women, proof their blind faith in the man was right. The accomplished scientist, the modern, liberated woman would pay tribute to the man, cast away all other wants and needs. Their belief in her consent to everything that happened to her, everything that they did to her in his name, would find its justification right here.
Overcome with her desires, anxious to put an end to her suffering, Kelly finally began to inch towards the man on her knees. Her gaze was focused on the object of her lust, the man's jutting prick. Out of the corners of her eyes she saw the women come closer to the bed and surround it, all the better to witness her worship of the man's tool. His prick was at the level of her breasts and she had to lean over to address it. Ramón held it still for her with his strong right hand. Tears still flowing down her face, she gave a soft sob and then, parting her trembling lips, took it inside her.
The contact between the hard wand of flesh and her lips brought Kelly immediate relief. She moaned as she pressed her lips down the thick shaft, let the head push along her tongue. Her whole body rejoiced at union with the dream man. She had not noticed the tension in the room while she was lost in her own dismal quandary, but she felt it now even as it dissipated. It was as if the women were sending her their own mental messages of approval, of joy at her compliance with the man's will.
Kelly worked her tongue and lips feverishly over Ramón's cock, her head bobbing with each stroke of her lips, her breasts swaying freely beneath her. All her worries and fears seemed so unimportant now. It was true the other women had been relieved of the burden of their self will, had subsumed their thoughts and wills to the dream man's, but none of them, she knew, felt what she was feeling now. The man's mind and hers was one. As she suckled at the bulbous tip to his cock, she could feel his pleasure, his thrill. When she leaned back and teased the tiny opening at its tip with her tongue, the exquisite sensations passed through his mind to hers. As she lowered her pursed lips down the long, rigid shaft, she could feel the warmth of her mouth raise her own lusts as it raised his. What a fool I was to resist, Kelly thought amidst her rising passion. Whatever the man wanted, whatever price she had to pay to feel what she was feeling now, to experience the bliss of mingling her lusts with his, was worth it.
As Kelly felt the man's passion building to its crescendo, she became aware of the minds of all the other women in the room. They had all joined hands and her and her lord's building climaxes were passing through his hands to their bodies. It was like she was looking into them through the man's mind. She felt their honest love and affection for her, could identify all of their distinctive psyches, Adele, Chandra, Felicity and Melissa, Hannah and Lucy, Cindy and Natalie, even the new woman, Nancy. They all had their distinctive tones and flavors. Whatever happened, whatever the man demanded from her, she realized they would help her, be all around her, as they were now.
When Ramón's cock began to throb and spasm inside her mouth, Kelly's pussy exploded with pleasure. She moaned deeply as the man's hot discharge flooded her. Her lips thrilled to feel the pulses of his ejaculations, her mind reeled at the sensations of his pleasure as they were passed on to her. The other women cried and moaned as they received the blessings of the couple's mingled passions.
The enthralled woman drank at the flow of the man's rewarding essence until its source ran dry. Her mind dizzy with its effects, her body warm with satisfaction, she slowly eased her lips back until the still hard shaft escaped them. Ramón, breaking his contact with the other women, took her head in his hands and kissed her lips, mingling his tongue with hers. Kelly's tears of shame and unhappiness had turned into tears of joy
. He dropped his hands to her back and encircled her, his strong arms pressing her body into his. The woman felt her lusts begin to build again. She wanted more from her dream man, all he could give her.
Ramón unfastened Kelly's bound wrists and pushed her body so she was lying on her back on the bed. He pulled her up to its center and knelt between her widespread thighs. His eyes drank in her beauteous, supine form. She looked up at him expectantly. But he would wait for her invitation, the gesture of her subservience.
Kelly desperately wanted the man to pierce her, to fill her with his pleasure giving cock. For a moment, she wondered in her fevered lust why he had paused. And then she remembered. She would have to present herself to him, confess her need, invite his possession of her. Conscious of the watchful eyes of the enthralled women, Kelly spread her legs wide, raised her knees and thrust her hips upwards, proffering her shaven pudenda to its real owner. The shame of the bared flesh was still with her, but her need was great. She watched with lustful anticipation as her captor's eyes were directed towards her hairless slit. Her hands were free to roam her body and, in her lust, she pushed them over her flat belly and along her inner thighs. It had been a long time since she had been able to do so. Her arms were now almost always locked behind her, her personal needs seen to by others. It was strange to be able to feel her own body with her hands. Her own touch seemed almost foreign to her, the touch of a stranger. She resisted the urge to stroke herself, to assuage the fearsome need of her loins, an act forbidden to her.
Kelly rued the fact that the other women were witnesses to the fevered display of her need. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to stop from crying out. Her mind focused on the vision of her proffered sex, the smooth, plump skin, the long, uncamouflaged slit. Fearful she would violate the taboo of touching it, she balled her hands into fists and withdrew them, drawing them in towards the center of her body. Her wrists brushed the bottoms of her breasts and she was reminded of the fact that they, too, were forbidden to her. Her nipples ached with the need for caresses, for the man's pleasure giving hands to seize them. She felt her breasts sway as her body began to writhe, heightening her awareness of them, and she pulled her arms up towards her head, arching her back, offering her soft, engorged globes to her lord and master.
Ramón watched the woman's display with lustful interest. He was pleased at her obedience, a difficult task considering her need. He reached out his hand and stroked her proffered sex gently with his fingers, causing the woman to shudder with pleasure. Proper behavior deserved its reward and he began to caress the gap between her flush labial lips with his thumb. She moaned as he worked it deeper and deeper into her cleft. When he spread her moisture over her hardened clit and began to rub it gently, she gave out a long, deep sigh.
His own lusts were near to bursting. He crept forward and ran his hands over his familiar's pleasing, firm belly and upwards to her breasts. When he seized them, drawing his hands tightly around them, the woman sighed again and then moaned. He massaged them firmly, but gently, sending a message of passion to her from his mind. He took her distended, fat nipples between his fingers and pinched them, lightly, at first, but increased the pressure until he sensed the response of the woman turn from pleasure to an exquisite pain. Her eyes opened and her hands went to his arms, torn between pulling them away and holding them in place.
Ramón held the enthralled woman's nipples captive for several moments, waiting until she seemed ready to cry out. When he released them, she sighed again and her thighs closed around his hips, pulling him towards her. His stiff cock was lying on her belly and the woman seized it with her hand. She arched her back and raised her hips, directing it to her moist gash. When the bulbous head found the entrance, he thrust his hips towards her and his cock slid in easily up to its hilt.
Kelly's mind flooded with pleasure as she felt the man's meat fill her. She surrounded him with her arms and pulled him down onto her. She reveled in the contact of his hot skin with hers. When he began his motion, drawing the thick instrument along the walls of her excited canal, she gripped him tightly, digging her fingers deeply into his flesh. Her lips sought his and, when she found them, she hungrily sucked at his tongue, bringing it inside her mouth. Her legs circled around his thighs and locked him in place while her hips thrust back at him, accenting the scouring of her pussy's walls by his thick manhood.
The enraptured woman and the otherworldly man fucked madly on the bed while the array of appreciative females watched. Hands had wandered to breasts and bellies. Felicity and Melissa had begun to kiss each other passionately. Adele had stepped behind the beautiful Chandra and had pulled her blouse up over her breasts and was caressing them while kissing her neck. The normally reserved and shy Nancy Lee had reached under Lucy's short skirt and pulled her panties to her feet. She was lustfully kissing her while her hand stroked her pussy to pleasure.
Ramón absorbed the developing passion all around him. He fed on it as he gave his familiar long, hard strokes of his cock. He felt her body shudder and begin to squirm under him as she came, her pussy clamping tightly at each spasm around his prick. While she shook and screamed in orgasmic bliss, he did not pause, but continued his frantic thrusts. His testes ached with the need of release and his cock felt electrified as his climax approached. When he came, he emitted a powerful surge of lust throughout the room. The cries and moans of the women acted like an accelerant to his pleasure, overwhelming his human mind. As his discharge flooded his captive's womb, she came again, frantically tightening her embrace of him, calling her ecstasy into his mouth.
The lovers maintained their embrace, letting their passions cool. The after shocks of Kelly's orgasm continued to squeeze the cock that still filled her. Her hands gently stroked the body that had pleased her. Kelly treasured the opportunity to explore the firm, smooth flesh, the rare chance to express with her fingers and palms the love she had for the man who had enthralled her. She let them linger along his strong, broad back, glide across his hips, absorb the warmth of his firm rear globes.
Finally, Ramón eased his cock from her lush crevasse and rose from her. He took her by the arm and brought her to the edge of the bed to sit next to him while the women, recovered from their own sexual releases, filed out the door. Each of them paused to kiss and stroke first Ramón, their lord, and then Kelly, his treasured vessel.
Natalie, Cindy and Adele remained behind. Kelly felt secure and happy as she leaned against the naked form of her captor. Her mind was fogged by the effects of her absorption of his essence. Adele knelt in front of her and caressed the tops of her thighs.
"I'm so proud of you, honey,” she said, her voice full of her admiration. “You were wonderful.” Kelly could see the affection in her eyes.
"I have something here for you. It's something Ramón has made for you. You need to drink it all up."
The blond woman had taken a tall, wide glass of thick, mocha colored liquid from a table near the door. Kelly looked at it with apprehension. She felt some kind of corner was about to be turned. Why would the man concoct a special drink for her? What was in it? What effect would it have on her? She gave her friend a frown and shied away from the glass. She turned and looked at the dream man. His eyes conveyed his command for her compliance. His hand had been around her back, stroking her, and he lifted it to her head and sent her a strong message of his will. Natalie and Cindy had crawled up on the bed behind her and they took hold of her protesting hands and brought them behind her back. Adele pressed the glass to her lips.
Kelly's happiness at her bout of love with her captor evaporated as her mind resisted her master's will. She started to struggle and turned her face to the side to avoid drinking the suspect liquid. Suddenly, she felt something she had not felt for a long time. The dream man had sent her a punishment for her disobedience. Her insides ached and her body soured as his angry message went through her. She gave a cry of unhappiness. It was as if her whole body had revolted against her.
The inner pain last
ed only a few moments. But its effect on the captive young woman was deep and strong. Nothing could have emphasized her status as the man's prisoner more than this. She had almost forgotten how awful he could make her feel with a mere touch. The message of pain had been mild, but it was decisive. Tears filling her eyes, Kelly turned back to the kneeling blond woman and opened her lips. The thick liquid began to spill into her mouth, slowly at first, but then increasing as her head tilted back and her lips widened. It had a mild coffee flavor, but with a sharp, tart edge to it. It slid down her throat and into her belly like a thick milkshake. Although its taste was not unpleasant, Kelly was filled with revulsion at being forced to drink it. The man was leaving her nothing. She was totally his. She feared the drink was filled with some kind of drug that would steal even more of her consciousness away.
Adele had to pause twice to let Kelly swallow and absorb into her stomach the contents of the large glass. As the forlorn woman drank it, Adele kept murmuring to her, “That's a good girl, Kelly. Drink it all down. Drink it up. Good girl. Good girl."
When the glass was empty, Kelly began to cry. Ramón put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her tightly to him, sending her his strong message of warmth and approval. Kelly's discomfort left her. She looked up at him with her starry, blue eyes, her lips trembling. The recollection of her punishment was still fresh in her mind and its effects still reverberated through her body. She was sorry she had displeased the man. She leaned her head onto his shoulder and began to sob. The girls had released her arms and she threw them around the man, pressing her body close to his. She wanted so to be wholly dedicated to him, to please him in every way. Why did it have to be so difficult? He had left her mind free. It would be so easy if he just took it like he had done the others. She couldn't help but resist the things that went against her nature. She couldn't help having fear for her future, of what was to become of her. She was willing to give the man everything, but her mind wouldn't let her. She feared losing him, that some day, she would revolt against his will and he would abandon her. The mere thought of separation from him brought a whole new cascade of tears.
