by Paul Blades
Blackthorne tantalizingly ran his cock along the length of the woman's hairless, dilated slit. He could feel her lusts billowing from her body. She was suffused with the essence of the Whole and he felt drawn to her in spite of his contempt. When he sank his cock into her womb, the vital, psychic substance from the other dimension began to soak into him.
The clinging, hot warmth of the woman's canal sent the renegade into a state of ecstasy. He lost all mental control and fervently began to pump his cock back and forth in the steamy sex. He tore the hood from her head and seized her mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply inside it. She came almost at once, her back arching beneath him, her hips grinding against his. He drank the ethereal substance from her body and could feel his strength being restored.
It did not take long for his own climax to come. He groaned loudly as his cock began to spurt and spasm within her. She came again, her moans and cries reverberating in his mouth. The essence she had gathered flowed to him like a torrent as his mind reveled in his pleasure. He pounded his strong, broad hips into her, causing the whole bed to shake. As his lusts overflowed, his passions spread throughout the room, evoking a cacophony of moans and cries from the other females as their bodies responded with wrenching orgasms of their own. It was his satanic orchestra. Bereft of their souls, which he had stolen, the women's bodies writhed and shook as if overcome by a contagious epileptic fit.
And then it was over. The task of delivering the otherworldly essence to him had exhausted his familiar and she lay beneath him limp and unconscious. His acolytes and the other women emitted soft, languid moans as their bodies reverberated with the aftershocks of their climaxes. He rose from the bed, sated, momentarily.
Blackthorne left his sexual menagerie behind and exited the catacomb like warren beneath his hacienda. The stairs from the basement led into the library on the first floor. He had not bothered to redon his garments. They were confining on his body and he didn't want to disturb the fine sensations of satisfied lust reverberating in every pore.
It was late and the well pleasured renegade did not linger in the well appointed room. He stepped out into the grand entrance hallway and proceeded up the broad, polished oaken staircase leading to the second floor. The house was quiet and dark, the lights having been turned low by his servants. Embonded, naked females stood like silent sentries in various alcoves along the way. As he passed them, they fell to their knees and bowed their heads to the ground fearfully. He had no interest in them tonight. He could read the sense of relief filling them as he spared them from his terrible usage.
His bedroom suite was at the end of the second floor. He opened one of the heavy, wooden double doors and entered it. The sound of a piano echoed through the connected rooms. A lovely, enraptured female sat at the keys to a large, shiny black grand piano. She was wearing a diaphanous, white, silken chemise and her long, brown hair was done in a braid down her back. The light in the room was dim, giving her lithe body a warm, sensual appearance. He approached the woman quietly, not wanting to disturb the graceful, elegantly rendered notes of the Chopin Prelude she was playing.
"She must have sensed me coming,” he thought. “She looks lovely tonight."
There was an easy chair located about ten feet from where the young woman played and Jonathan slid into it. A small table next to it held a small snifter of 50 year old cognac, the corked bottle standing next to it in the event he wanted a refill. The Lord of Conquerors sat back in the chair and, taking a small sip from the rich, oaken flavored liquid, closed his eyes and let the comforting notes surround him.
There had been, in the many years since he had been in this dimension, only one female who had enraptured him. She had grown on him slowly after her capture. Her soul had proven so sweet, so fragile, he had decided to preserve it. Cathy, the stepdaughter of his gold digging wife, had proven to have charm and grace and a deep sensuality. He had found himself returning to her use again and again. He had removed the harsh, damning control he had emplaced in her mind and replaced it with a tender, fulfilling love for him. She was like a mate to him, someone he could relax his eternal vigilance with, a flower he nurtured in the midst of his almost universal callousness. If only he could draw his essence through her, he often thought. It would be like a communion of souls. But he refused to have her placed in the insensitive hands of Dr. Morton for his cruel experimentation. Her delicate psyche was something, the one thing, he never wanted to lose.
He had developed a strong bond with the young woman, now five years older than when he first captured her. It was she who had poured his cognac, knowing he would want it, detecting his approach from far away. When she was finished with the melodious, harmonic piece, Blackthorne opened his eyes and looked at her. She turned from her music momentarily and gave him a warm, affectionate smile, happy to serve him. “Another,” he said to her softly. “Play another, the one I like."
Happy to please him, Cathy softly and delicately commenced the Prelude in F Sharp minor, No.8. Her hands floated above the keyboard and her body swayed gently as the notes rose fluidly around her. Jonathan took another drink from his glass, letting the fiery warmth infuse him with peace and tranquility. For this alone he would fight the pursuer with the last breath in his body. His trap for the Whole's agent had worked so far. Tomorrow, he would know better if it would bring the opportunity for victory. He would kill the man if he had to. Jonathan had cast aside almost all of the ethics of the Whole in becoming who he was now. He had little sympathy for the lesser creatures that populated this world. They were like ants under his feet. But to take the existence of a portion of the Whole and snuff it out, that was something else. It was a taboo so engrained in him that doing it was almost unthinkable. But he had thought about it many times. He would lose what was left of his soul, but he would do it if he had to, even if only to preserve this little island of peace.
He had done everything he could to maintain the happiness of the pleasing woman. The chambers where she spent almost all of her time were bedecked in resplendent flowers all around them. He had molded her mind to be content here and had detailed the prettiest and most compliant of the young Apache girls who worked for him to serve her. He had even captured a well known concert pianist to act as her teacher and companion. If she ever became lost to him, he had sworn to rain destruction down on this world Armageddon style. And he could do it too. He had already produced designs for a weapon that would extinguish, in a fiery blaze, almost all of the oxygen on the planet.
Jonathan put these thoughts from his mind as the soothing, delightful piano piece came to an end. He sent the woman a strong message of his affection and need for her. She shuddered as she received it, smiling broadly at him. With easy grace, she rose from her piano bench and stepped over to him, drawing her garment over her head and dropping it to the floor. She sank to her knees before him and spread her long, delicate hands over his thighs.
"How may I serve you, Lord?” she asked, her voice tender and sweet, her soft, round breasts quivering.
"Pleasure me with your mouth,” Jonathan answered quietly.
The young woman, her face alight with devotion to him, smiled again and pressed herself forward to gain access to his long, thick cock. It was soft and resting neatly between his thighs. She ran her fingers over it lightly, coaxing a response, until it began to stir. Taking it into her sensitive hands, she brought it to her soft, pliant lips and applied the warmth of her mouth and tongue to its tip. Jonathan moaned as he received her loving attention. He felt it grow thick and hard in response to her attentions and his lust grew.
Cathy, his songbird in a gilded cage, took her time in bringing pleasure to her master. She suckled the bulbous head, running her tongue along the glans, one hand softly stroking the shaft while the other cupped and gently massaged his soft stones. Pressing her head downwards and pursing her lips firmly around his cock's stem, the enthralled woman pushed down its length until he was fully engulfed, breaching the entrance to her throat and holding it t
here, humming softly. Jonathan's cock radiated his passion back to her as he caressed her head, sending his approval and gratitude to her.
The alluring young woman brought her master and lord to the edge of completion several times. Each time he threatened to peak, she withdrew her mouth until his need had subsided and then began again. Blackthorne's thighs were quivering with lustful need, his brain begging for relief when she finally allowed him to come. His cock exploded in a heavy flow of his essence and sent hard, intense messages of pleasure to his body at each ejaculation. His hands sent the object of his desires a strong command of rewarding passion and the beautiful, young woman's shuddering body recorded each convulsion of her pussy.
When his flow of essence had ceased, the devoted servant continued to stroke his cock with her lips, maintaining its hardness. Jonathan eased her head away from his loins and, standing, guided her to her feet. He circled her small, frail body with his arms, pressing their naked bodies together, and kissed her deeply, letting the fire that still smoldered within him stoke hers. When their lips broke, he separated from her, taking her hand in his. “Let's go to the bedroom,” he told her gently.
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ramón woke in the morning with the two delightful, young women's bodies pressed up against him. Jackie had eventually been awakened by Abby's cries of passion and had joined them in the other bed. His body had been rejuvenated by their almost all night bouts of passion, but he sensed the weakening of his powers from lack of access to the essence of the Whole. He needed to get back to Virginia as soon as possible.
Careful not to disturb the women, Ramón stepped into the bathroom and started the shower. It was a little after 5:30 a.m. and the plane was at 8:30. The motel was only a quarter mile from the airport and he was certain he could make it in time.
The flow of the hot water over his body was refreshing and, as he washed himself, the dream man thought forwards to the time when his mission would be complete. If he failed, it would be likely he would have lost his life force and exist no more. It was one of the risks he had assumed in accepting the challenge of neutralizing the renegade. But what would happen if he succeeded? The temptations of this world were great. Just the sensation of the hot water exciting his skin was something he would sorely miss. And the emotional thrill he felt when he bonded with his familiar, the pretty, auburn haired woman he had enthralled. What would ever replace that?
He wondered what the circle of females he had captivated into his service would feel when he was gone. Would they curse him for having used them, stolen their will from them, used their bodies as receptacles for his lust? Or would they decry their loss, the absence of the joyful sense of purpose he had given them?
He knew that, in spite of his use of them, he had done them some good. Certainly Cindy and Natalie had nothing to complain about. He had freed them from a perverse bondage. Chandra had also been liberated from the constricting influence of her family and was now on the road to becoming her own person, the mistress of her own life. Adele had gone from the somewhat frivolous life she had lived to one of dedication and purpose. She would never be the same. All in all, he believed, the women would live happier, more complete lives as a result of his interventions. But he would miss them.
When Ramón emerged from his shower, the two women, the hard edged, brown haired investigator and the sweet, somewhat naïve, blond haired nursing student, were locked in a passionate embrace. Jackie was on top and she was devouring the blond girl's passionate mouth with her own as she pressed and rubbed her pussy between Abby's widespread thighs. The blond girl's arms were circled around Jackie's body, embracing her tightly. The dream man felt his cock awakening at the lustful sight. He knew that if he joined them there was a chance he would miss his plane.
When the lustful bodies finally came to rest, only after loud, passionate cries of pleasure from them both, the women's gazes turned to him. He was stroking his hardened cock idly, sitting on the bed across from them. He sent them a regretful refusal of their nonverbal proffer of pleasure and urged them to their showers. They scurried into the bathroom holding hands.
While the women were showering, there was a knock on the door. Ramón had ordered breakfast from room service. He had donned his jeans and t-shirt and walked barefoot to the door. A pretty, brown haired girl was standing there with a cart next to her. She looked about 19, and was wearing the same pink and white, gingham uniform Abby had been wearing the night before. She had long, shiny hair tied into a ponytail behind her that went almost all the way down her back. She had bright, brown eyes and a long, pleasant face. Before Ramón could say anything, she had pushed the cart into the room.
While Ramón signed the check, he could see the girl eying the pile of women's clothes in the middle of the room. On top was Abby's waitress uniform. Near them, cast about as if discarded in the middle of a strip tease, were Jackie's jeans, blouse and underwear. The young woman looked up at the Hispanic man with interest. He was a few inches taller than her and his t-shirt accentuated his strong chest and masculine build. His shoulder length, black hair was still shiny and wet from his shower. Ramón remembered what Adele had said when he had first adorned himself with human clothing, that there would be a line of women at their door once they caught sight of him. His strong, inner psyche leaked lustful emanations almost all the time. This girl had caught a whiff of them.
"My name's Karen,” the attractive brunette said. “I get off at 1 o'clock."
"That's nice. Karen,” Ramón answered. “But I have to catch a plane."
"Oh,” the girl said, disappointment evident in her voice. And then her face brightened. “But I'm due my break now. I could stay a little while and.... “Her proposal was interrupted by the sight of Jackie and Abby emerging from the bathroom, their naked bodies flushed pink from their shower, long, fluffy towels in their hands. “Oh,” she said.
The two naked women giggled at the sight of the enamored brown haired waitress. “Hiya, Karen,” Abby said.
"Hi, Abby,” Karen replied forlornly. She looked back at Ramón desperately. “Why do I always miss out on everything?” her face conveyed.
Ramón saw Jackie lean over and whisper something in Abby's ear. Abby giggled and nodded affirmatively. The women dropped their towels and skipped merrily over to the disappointed and somewhat dazed girl. Before Ramón knew what was happening, Abby had guided the brown haired girl to her knees and Jackie had knelt down next to him and had lowered his fly. Her experienced hand captured his flaccid tool and wormed it out of the slit in his underwear.
"Would you like to suck Ramón's prick,” Abby asked her friend gaily. “It's really nice."
Karen didn't answer, but edged herself closer to Ramón and took the proffered dick in her hand. In a trice, she had engulfed it with her lips and began to work it assiduously.
Ramón stood in the middle of the room as the girl pleasured him. His mind swooned as she drove her lips down its length and retreated, teasing it with her active tongue. Jackie and Abby had taken positions to either side of her and Abby was caressing her breasts through the bodice of her uniform while Jackie reached below the skirt and was stroking her sex from behind her. The girl moaned and squirmed as Ramón's cock sent wave after wave of lust to her. When he came, she cried out, her own climax coursing through her. She made sure she had drained him completely before she brought her head back and released him.
"Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “That was incredible!"
Jackie and Abby laughed and hugged her in response. “We've got to get dressed, sweetie,” Jackie told her in her nasal Chicago twang. “Thanks for the room service,” she added, laughing.
Karen rose to her feet and, stepping on her tippy toes, reached her face up and kissed Ramón on the lips. “I don't know who you are,” she said happily. “But I hope you stay here again next time you come to Omaha."
Everyone laughed as the brown haired girl reluctantly left the room. “Call me,�
�� she yelled out to Abby as she closed the door.
Ramón and the two women finished dressing and then devoured quickly the muffins and coffee Ramón had ordered. “You better leave Karen a big tip,” Abby said, smiling. This brought another round of mirth.
Before he departed with Jackie for the airport, Ramón embraced the delightful blond waitress and kissed her. While doing so, he adjusted her mind to give her more self confidence and an appreciation of her inner and outer beauty. He slowed slightly her craving for sweets, not to make her an emaciated, weight obsessed model type, but just to help her keep her tendency to heaviness under control. And he convinced her to dump that asshole, Ben.
The airport was crowded with other stranded passengers from the day before. Jackie's flight to Chicago was on the other side of the airport. Outside Ramón's gate, she hugged and kissed him.
"Like the girl said, I don't know who you really are, but if you're ever in Chicago again, look me up,” she told him. As she spoke, she caressed his cock through the outside of his pants.
Ramón replied affirmatively and after they parted, he walked up to the metal detector and stepped through it. Finally, he was on his way home.
A short, dark haired man, about 35 years old and dressed in a cheap, off the rack, brown suit followed Ramón through the gate. He flashed a badge at the attendants who waived him through. He followed Ramón down the long hallway until he arrived at the loading area for his flight. He watched as the tall, well built, black haired man boarded. He opened his cell phone and punched the speed dial. “Flight 227 to Dulles,” he said. “Arrives at 11:25."
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The three days of separation from her dream man had been a torment for Kelly. All of the women he had enthralled took turns in comforting her and the potion Ramón had concocted was some relief. Nevertheless, it was only the presence and the flesh of her captor that would satisfy her burning need
