by Powerone
She thought he’d never finish with her. He would give her several hard and powerful thrusts, but then, he’d stop to linger inside her. When he stopped, she felt her pussy muscles ripple and clamp along his hard cock, further proof of her complete surrender. Then, he’d begin again, giving her four or five energetic thrusts inside her before his cock dug ball deep inside her twitching pussy. She lay motionless beneath him, but she was inevitably led towards a climax. The first man took her innocence but gave her no pleasure. This time, she’d take it when he did. She couldn’t help herself. Her nipples turned into hard rocks as she began to whimper in pleasure. She pushed her ass up into the air to meet with his hard thrusts with her own. His thick cockhead battered at her cervix, but the pain turned to pleasure before it reached her brain. She could feel every inch of his cock tease at her pussy, the thick veins rasped along her stretched, torn opening. The sound of flesh slapping flesh rang out in her ears as the pleasure built to an uncontrollable plateau. There was only one thing that was needed to set her off.
“AAAAHH! Take the seed of Satan!” He cried out passionately as he gushed deeply inside her. He felt her insides clutch his cock and ring out every drop of his potent seed. She responded at the same time. Each time he gushed a powerful jet of cum inside her, her pussy would respond, clenching on his cock in such orgasmic pleasure to drive another load of cum from his balls.
Her head exploded with such pleasure, nothing like what she did when her hands had provoked her pleasure in her own bed. It was as though both of them were connected, his spewing cock in sync with her pulsating pussy. She never knew it could be this good. She was ashamed that she got some of the pleasure from being bound and stripped naked for strangers to get their pleasures from her virginal body. But it was the cock sheathed in her once-virgin passage that sent her over the top.
He finally pulled out of her. She looked over and saw a line of six men next to the altar; all of them stroked their cocks to such hardness. All of their cocks were big and demanding. She lost track of time as each man climbed on top of her and took his pleasure. All were naked except for the leather cowls that covered their faces. She had thought that all cocks were the same, but she soon learned differently. Some were long, some were thick, some had a bend in them that stretched and touched her in places that had never been touched before. But, they all spewed their seed inside her.
She remembered the last one. He looked younger than the others. He had a very vigorous and elongated cock, a rather bony cock that teased her by rubbing it up and down her slit. She shivered in lust when it found her clit and rubbed it as his mouth and hands played with her tits. He teased her too long. When he finally inserted his boney cock inside her pussy, she arched her loins up to receive him, yearning for him to fuck her and not torture her with unfulfilled pleasure. He made her cum violently. That was the last thing she remembered.
She awoke in her own bed, and it was late Saturday afternoon, the sun just began to set. She looked down beneath the blankets at her naked body. She saw the lips of her pussy a bright red and slightly swollen. It still felt like a cock was inside her. She was no longer a virgin, but she also felt something else. She felt an evil lust in her body.
Chapter 2
Wexter University
Ravenna found the school so much different from what she’d expected. The students were all wealthy, exceedingly wealthy, far beyond her expectations. She was on a full scholarship, but she couldn’t find any other students like her. It left her separated from the rest of the students; they all had money to do things after classes and on the weekends that she couldn’t afford. They spent more money in one weekend than she spent in a year. It made it difficult for her to find friends.
It also looked as though one of the requirements for the school was that you had to be attractive, as well as wealthy. While Ravenna wasn’t ugly by any standard, she wasn’t a ravishing beauty. Many of the women had blonde hair, probably dyed, but they looked natural. Ravenna had fine, long black hair, but it made her stand out in a sea of blondes. She thought she had a good figure until she compared herself to the other women, although she might be too harsh on herself. She had full hips and a nice ass, but her tits were small, very small, barely a handful. She’d always thought it was an asset since she didn’t need a bra. Her breasts might be small, but she had brown areolas the size of half-dollar and her nipples sprung to such hardness with just the slightest provocation of her fingers. They were so sensitive. Her touch on her nipples would flood her pussy, especially when she was a bit too harsh.
Since she’d completed two years of community college, she was a junior. Although she was a new student, she missed out on freshman orientation, so she didn’t know many other juniors or seniors. She lived in the dorms like all the other students, but no one had roommates. So she put all her efforts into her schoolwork, and she excelled at that. That is how she got the scholarship, and she wanted to make sure she kept it. Once she graduated from such a prestigious school, she’d be in high demand. Then, she’d have the life she always dreamed of.
Ravenna’s degree would be in business administration with a major in finance. It was a field that would guarantee her financial success, though that was the only reason. She loved history and art and used all her electives to take classes in her passion, not her vocation.
It was in her European Medieval history class that she met her. With all the Buffys, Heathers and other common names for blondes, Casandra stood out like Ravenna, and they also had hair in common. Neither were blondes, though Casandra had long, beautiful brown hair in comparison to Ravenna’s black hair. It still took two weeks before they met, and it wasn’t anything that Ravenna did, she was too shy, even with women. She’d just walked out of the class when it happened.
“Hi, I’m Cassandra. I noticed you in class. Are you majoring in history?”
“Ravenna. No, business administration. Good to meet you.” She knew who Cassandra was, everyone did. She was a Perdition. There were four of them in the school, three men, and one woman. They had an aura of mystique around them. Their father was Vale Perdition. She’d never met him, but she came face to face with his legacy every day when she went to classes. They were in the building named after him as well as the gymnasium with his name on it. The family wasn’t like anything you ever saw before. None of them looked like each other; in fact, some were complete opposites. The story was that they were all adopted by Vale Perdition, and they were a close-knit family. They all had a European look about them. Although the family had a large mansion not far from the school, they still stayed in the dorms like any other student.
“You’re so knowledgeable in this class; why would you go into business administration?”
“I want to make sure I can make a living. History and art don’t guarantee you much except a job at Starbucks, unless of course you’re rich.” The words slipped out without her realizing it. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m here on a scholarship.”
“No offense taken. How about a cup of coffee?”
Ravenna didn’t have another class for two hours, and this was the first chance she had to meet someone, so she accepted the offer eagerly. “I’d love to.”
The coffee bar on campus was a short distance. They sat down, and Cassandra was curious, but so was Ravenna.
“Where are you from?” Cassandra knew a lot more than she let on, but she asked the questions anyway.
“Bronx, I grew up there most of my life.”
“I love the city.”
“Bronx isn’t exactly like Manhattan.” She sounded defensive again. She’d have to be careful; she didn’t want to offend everyone just because they’re rich. She knew she treated them as snobs although she knew nothing about them. “Sorry, I have to watch what I say before I say it.”
“Don’t feel bad about it; there are many students here that are snobs. Do you have siblings?”
“No, not that I know of. I was adopted when I was young. There is only my mother,
my adopted mother.”
“We have something in common. I’m adopted, also. My three brothers are also adopted, though we’re not related, but we’ve grown close as a family. Do you know who your parents are?”
“No, there isn’t much in the way of records. There was a fire in the orphanage where I grew up until I was adopted, and when it burned, most of the records went up in smoke. How about you?”
“I don’t know anything about them. I was born in Europe, but I came to the United States when I was four and was adopted by Vale. He’s my adopted father. Same with my brothers,” Cassandra lied. They all knew their birthrights. They were adopted by Vale for their unique heritage, all with a singular purpose in mind.
“We have a lot in common, and the school brought us together,” Ravenna hoped.
“Yes, I believe in destiny. We were meant to be brought together with some grand design in mind.”
“I don’t take much stock in religion, if that’s what you mean.” Ravenna wasn’t brought up that way.
“There are forces greater than Christianity, powerful forces that are hidden from most.”
“Now, you sound like you’ve studied too much medieval history,” Ravenna laughed.
“American history is fraught with the same sinister forces. You only have to look at the Salem witch trials. Most fear the unknown, but they should embrace the sinister forces. People only find evil where they look for it and fear it.” Cassandra changed the subject. It had become too intense too fast. “How do you like upstate New York instead of the Bronx?”
“It’s radically different. I haven’t heard a police siren since I got here or the sound of a garbage can tipping over. It’s so quiet and peaceful. Does anything really happen around here?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll find excitement and something new here. I can guarantee that. I have to go now, but would you like to have dinner with me in the cafeteria tonight?”
She wouldn’t have to sit alone and eat dinner tonight. The thought made her excited. “I’d love to. Five?”
“Yes, see you then.”
Ravenna watched her walk out and noticed that most of the men also watched her leave, too. Ravenna wished that men looked at her that way.
* * * *
It had been a month since Ravenna met Cassandra, and they’d become good friends. More than that, they became close friends. Ravenna met her brothers, and they were as friendly as she was. It was as though they had a bond between them from being adopted. Wealth didn’t seem to have affected them.
Ravenna took a job in the cafeteria to make some extra money. It took up some of her time, but she liked that she could go to the movies and out with Cassandra. Cassandra respected that she didn’t have much money and never went any place expensive. Ravenna found her status in school grew with her association with the Perdition family. More people introduced themselves to her, but she suspected that they wanted to learn more about the Perditions than they wanted to know about Ravenna.
Ravenna never had a girl as a friend like this until now. It was new to her. But it changed one day. It happened on Thursday, a day that Ravenna would remember forever, even though she didn’t know it was just the start of a long journey. There was an exam the next day in the class she took with Cassandra, so they decided to study together, though Ravenna didn’t know why. Cassandra was every bit as intelligent as Ravenna, and they’d both ace the class without studying. Still, it was always nice to be with her best friend. There was a knock on her dorm room door. It was Cassandra, but for some reason, it made Ravenna jump uncomfortably. She got up and let her in. Cassandra wore a pair of jeans that had to cost two hundred dollars and a cashmere sweater that hugged her full breasts like a second skin. She wore high heels that made her look much taller than she was already. Ravenna’s wardrobe was limited, but she found a small shop in the town that sold second-hand clothes that were cast off by the wealthy students.
Cassandra looked at Ravenna. Ravenna looked good in the white, silk button-down blouse and knew from their conversations that she didn’t wear a bra at night. Her black hair hung down in the front on one side as if to hide one of her breasts in such secrecy. She wore a pair of gray slacks that clung to her ass and hips. When the door closed, Cassandra moved close to Ravenna and kissed her softly on her cheek. She’d never done that before, but Ravenna made no attempt to move away while Cassandra’s lips lingered on her soft cheek.
“I love the smell of that perfume. What is it?” Ravenna tried to suck in air to regain her breathing. Cassandra took her breath away with the peck on her cheek, though it felt like something more than that.
“It’s called Pure Poison. It’s seductive and sexy.”
“Yes, it is.” Then, she noticed the bag in her hand; by the shape, it had to be a bottle of wine.
“I brought some wine; I hope you have a corkscrew.” She took it out of the bag, a nice chardonnay.
Thank goodness she did, though most of her bottles of wine had a screw cap. “Of course.” She was also glad that she had two respectable wine glasses.
While Ravenna opened the bottle of wine, Cassandra found some music, slow and sensuous. Ravenna put the two glasses on the small, round table they studied on, but Cassandra went over to her bed. She got on it, leaned her back against the headboard as she put her feet up, and kicked off her heels. “Bring it over here.” It wasn’t a question or a request; it was an order.
Ravenna brought over the two glasses of wine and handed one to Cassandra, but then, she turned and walked away.
“You don’t need your books.”
Ravenna turned around, looked at her, and responded smugly. “I’m not. I’m getting the bottle. I don’t think we need to study for the exam. There’s nothing they can ask that we don’t know.” She grabbed the bottle and put it on the nightstand beside her bed. She saw Cassandra recline on her bed. It wasn’t a big bed, but that didn’t bother her. “Are you going to make room for me, or will I have to lie on top of you?” She said it so boldly that it scared her.
“While the alternative does sound exciting, I wouldn’t want to spill the wine.” Cassandra didn’t expect that response. She moved over as Ravenna got next to her. The bed wasn’t very wide, so their hips touched and Cassandra felt a touch of excitement. “A toast.” She held up her glass.
“To what?”
Cassandra remembered their first meeting and the conversation. “To sinister forces.”
“I’m not sure why,” but she clicked glasses, and they both took a sip. “It’s a great wine, not anything like I drink.” She drank some more, her lips were so dry. The heightened tension made them that way. Not a bad tension, but a sexual tension, something she’d never had before with another female. This was something new to her, but she couldn’t deny that it made her excited.
They talked while they drank two glasses of wine, but it was small talk and it masked the overtones that went between them. Cassandra finished her glass and handed it to Ravenna. She saw her pick up the bottle to refill it. “No, put it on the table.”
Ravenna looked at Cassandra, directly into her eyes, and she saw something that she’d never seen in another woman’s eyes, at least when they looked at her. Desire. She took her glass and put it down along with her own. She turned to Cassandra and waited.
“Close your eyes.”
She did so immediately. The excitement increased immediately when she did, the unknown was far more exciting, especially for the forbidden. She waited.
“Wet your lips.” Cassandra did the same as she watched Ravenna’s pink tongue slowly roll over her lips until they glistened. Ravenna had performed obediently so far.
Ravenna waited, and she knew something was about to happen. She could feel it when the bed move slightly as Cassandra moved. It took only a second until she felt Cassandra’s breath blow on her; she was only inches from her face. She waited until she felt the spark fly across their lips just before they touched. It wasn’t like a kiss with a boy, Cassandra’s lips were
soft and tender as they met. It was a brief kiss, but Ravenna never felt this way before. She hadn’t been with many men, none of them fully, but no encounters with men had ever made her this excited.
“Push your tongue out.” Cassandra leaned in again, and this time, their tongues met before their lips did.
It was the most sensuous touch she ever felt. Their tongues met, but it was nothing like a man that tried to force his tongue deep into her mouth like some kind of probe. Cassandra’s tongue moved slowly as it explored Ravenna’s tongue. There were no hurried movements, only slow, sexual explorations of each other. Ravenna felt a wetness between her legs, shamed that another woman did that to her, but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the gentleness of her touch. Their tongues darted back and forth, and their lips meshed as one. It was long minutes before they broke the kiss. Ravenna struggled to regain her breathing. Her lips were wet, and the scent of Cassandra’s perfume lingered on her.
Cassandra saw Ravenna’s lips tremble, but her eyes had opened wide and there was excitement in them. She waited for her to say something.
“You scare me,” she blurted out, but it wasn’t what she meant. She quickly added. “Our kiss scares me, not you.”
“Didn’t you like it? I did.” Cassandra wouldn’t admit it to Ravenna, but she’d never kissed a woman before. She’d always been with men, but she didn’t find that experience rewarding or exciting.
“I liked it too much.”
“That’s good. Close your eyes again.” She saw her obey, and it looked as if her lips pursed for another kiss.
She waited for another kiss, but what she felt was a finger touch her lips and slowly trace around them. Ravenna’s lips parted and allowed it to push inside her lips, and she instinctively tightened her lips around the finger. She’d never done it before, but she knew what it must look like. It was as though she took a man in her mouth to pleasure him, but that didn’t stop her from sucking on the finger. Cassandra seemed to like it as she pushed her finger in deeper to trace across her tongue. The finger began to explore her mouth.
