Slaves of the Demon Master

by Powerone

  She sucked her finger, but Cassandra could tell that she wasn’t experienced. So far, all Cassandra’s information on Ravenna was accurate. She reluctantly pulled her finger out of her mouth but slowly traced it down her chin. Ravenna raised her chin up as her finger traced down her soft, vulnerable neck as if she was an animal that surrendered to a superior force and bared her neck in submission.

  The finger began to explore her neck, and the touch sent shivers through her body. It slid down further until it got to the first button of her silk blouse. The moment it touched the button, her nipples sprang to such hardness that they ached. Ravenna felt the first button open as the finger traced further down her cleavage. She wished her breasts were bigger. The next button opened and more of her chest was revealed. Her eyes were still shut tight, but she felt the blouse pushed back to reveal more of her chest. When the third button was opened, Ravenna arched her back and pushed her breasts out further as if that would make them appear bigger. Her nipples ached for the touch of a finger on them.

  Cassandra grew impatient and unbuttoned all of them and slowly pulled the blouse open. Her breasts weren’t big, but they stood up so firmly and were capped by a pair of lovely, hard nipples that begged for attention, but Cassandra didn’t touch them yet. She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms until Ravenna was bared to her waist. Her eyes were still clenched tight, but Ravenna arched her back once again and thrust her breasts out.

  She was naked to the waist in front of Cassandra and knew that a woman would soon touch her sexually. She didn’t know what to expect, but she couldn’t deny the feelings between her legs. Her pussy was soaked. Her head began to fill with all sorts of strange desires and images. Can she make me cum? Will she make me cum?

  Cassandra surprised Ravenna with her first touch. She wasn’t gentle as she was with the kiss. Cassandra’s fingers reached out to Ravenna’s right breast and four fingers gripped her breast and squeezed it harshly. She watched as her nipple exploded with blood, but Ravenna arched her back and pushed her breast into the hand that crushed it. There was no mistaking the moan of pleasure that came from her mouth. Cassandra used her other hand to pinch her other breast, both of them crushed beneath her powerful fingers.

  It was as though a man grabbed her breasts in haste and lust. The fingers squeezed her small breasts hard, but Ravenna felt no pain. All the blood was pushed into the hardened nipples, and it felt as though they’d explode. She couldn’t understand why she liked it so much. She pushed her breasts out; knowing that her back was arched exaggeratedly, but she wanted more. She wanted her nipples taken the same way, just as she did herself when she grew too excited while she masturbated.

  Cassandra didn’t release them; instead, she twisted her fingers so Ravenna’s small breasts were gnarled, but the moan from Ravenna’s mouth only grew louder. Cassandra let her fingers slide down until she found the nipples, so hard and proud. Her index finger and thumb gripped each one and squeezed them until she saw the grimace of pain on Ravenna’s face, but the moans grew louder. She could feel the blood pound in the trapped tips as Cassandra slowly began to twist them and yank them out as if she could make them bigger.

  It felt like she wet her panties when her nipples were taken so possessively by Cassandra. She pulled and twisted them, something Ravenna never did, but she didn’t know why. It hurt, but it hurt good.

  Cassandra suddenly released her nipples and watched as the blood pounded back into the tips, now red and swollen from her touch. Cassandra moved in closer and lowered her head. Her mouth found her Ravenna’s right breast, and her lips encircled the hardened tip and with powerful suction drew it deep into her mouth. Her tongue was ready and licked the swollen bud, but slowly and gently, it swirled around the tip until it found the end and snapped slowly and sensuously over it. Her other hand reached out, and her fingers played over the other nipple and teased it before her mouth would visit it. Cassandra saw Ravenna’s hands clenched at her sides, but they didn’t move as if she were bound.

  Ravenna couldn’t believe the feelings she experienced; one minute, her nipples were crushed by powerful fingers; the next, a warm, wet mouth sucked on them, as a baby would suckle her mother’s breast. Her nipples loved the sensation as Cassandra’s mouth moved from one to the other while her other hand made sure the breast that wasn’t sucked got the attention from her fingers. Ravenna’s thighs clenched together tightly, and her pussy muscles gripped tightly as if she desired a cock inside her, but what she wanted was Cassandra’s touch between her legs. Cassandra wouldn’t be like a man that was only interested in his own lust; her touch would be knowing and touch her in places that only a woman would know was pleasurable.

  When Cassandra pulled her mouth away, she gazed at Ravenna’s breasts, both of them glistened from her spit in the light, and the nipples were big and red. Now, it was the difficult part; Cassandra had never done this before. She saw the look on Ravenna’s face. Her eyes stayed closed, but there was a fear etched in her face. Cassandra drew her fingers slowly down Ravenna’s belly and watched as she sucked in her stomach as her fingers neared the waistband of her slacks. Tiny goose bumps appeared on her flesh.

  Ravenna couldn’t breathe as she trembled when Cassandra’s fingers moved to her slacks. She knew that they would be taken off next, and she didn’t know if she could go that far. She was a virgin; no man had entered her, as well as no woman. She wasn’t ready to give it up yet, but she knew that she could get pleasure just as her own fingers had done so often. The fingers touched the waistband, and she felt it go slack when the button was opened. Cassandra wouldn’t be able to take them off unless Ravenna helped her. The soft hiss of the zipper sounded so loud in the silent room as it was lowered. As soon as she felt the gentle tug on her slacks, her ass rose up from the bed in submission. She felt them pulled down and taken off each of her legs. Her ass settled back on the bed, clad in only her panties. Fingers slid up her leg, and Ravenna parted her legs willingly as the soft hands drew up to her thighs. They tickled along her thighs, and each time they pushed out on her thighs, Ravenna spread her legs open wider. She knew that she couldn’t hide her wetness, sure that her panties exposed her wet spot.

  Her legs were spread wide as Cassandra’s fingers ran over her soft, silky thighs. Her fingers neared her pussy, and the wet spot clearly showed her arousal. “Are you wet for me, Ravenna?”

  The words were difficult to get out as her voice trembled. “No one has ever made me this wet before.” Then, before she could say anything else, she cried out. “AAAAHHH!” She was surprised by the touch of fingers on her pussy, though she should’ve expected them. They were gentle, but they gripped her pussy lips and squeezed them together. Ravenna didn’t know how, but she had to fight the desire to cum. The fingers moved over her mound until a finger found her slit and pushed her panties into the wet divide until they were soaked. The finger began to move, up and down her slit to drive the wet lust from her body. She was disappointed when it never touched her pleasure button, but the finger moved back down and left her clit to swell in unrequited lust. She struggled not to ride the finger to an orgasm, but she knew there could be more if Cassandra took off her panties. She’d be completely naked for her and unable to stop Cassandra from doing anything to her.

  Ravenna felt the bed move and hands grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs up into the air, and slid her down until her back was flat on the bed. A hand slowly ran over her ass, softly but questioning. Then, she felt her panties tugged down and the wet panties pulled from her slit. It didn’t take long before they were off her legs. Her ankles were grabbed again, but this time, her legs were spread as her body was bent in two. She felt her pussy flower open from her clit to her anus, all exposed to Cassandra’s eyes. She continued to keep her eyes closed in shame, knowing how exposed she was. But the next thing she felt shocked her senses. Warm, wet kisses ran over her inner thighs, but they continued to move upward. Her pussy was flooded. Will she kiss me there? I never felt that befo
re, only the touch of my own fingers.

  Cassandra could smell her arousal. She kissed close to Ravenna’s pussy. The spread of her legs left her pussy open, the pink flesh wet with her arousal. She moved her lips closer, and her fingers reached out to grip her oily lips and spread them open wide. It took her a moment to get up the nerve, but then, Cassandra kissed her pussy. Her lips touched the wet flesh, and instinctively, Cassandra’s tongue began to explore her pussy just as men did to Cassandra. She didn’t find it distasteful; in fact, the more that Ravenna squirmed, and moaned in pleasure, the more Cassandra enjoyed it. She soon found her mouth and lips wet with juices and her tongue tasted the nectar of Ravenna’s juices. She knew Ravenna wouldn’t last much longer. Her fingers slid to the top of her slit and uncovered her swollen clit. Her lips gripped it, and her tongue went to work instantly. That is all it took. Ravenna couldn’t contain her lust any longer.

  Ravenna’s body trembled in such pleasure as her pussy was licked. She never thought it could feel that good, especially with a woman, but Cassandra knew just where to touch her and kiss her. When she went to work on her clit, Ravenna’s body exploded, as she could never make it do. “AAAAAAWWWWW!” She couldn’t stifle her screams of pleasure and hoped the other students nearby didn’t hear it. She was sure that her pussy flooded Cassandra’s face and tongue, but she couldn’t stop the floodgates of her pleasure. Cassandra pushed her legs up higher and spread her wider as her mouth and tongue continued to bring pleasure to her. It took a long time for the pleasure to end; Cassandra was relentless. Finally, she released her legs and her body sank back down onto the bed. She felt Cassandra next to her, holding her trembling body. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her. She just finished licking her lips, and she had a big smirk on her face. Ravenna was speechless, not sure what to say. Should I thank her for making me cum? Or should I do the same to her?

  “Are you okay?” Cassandra was worried about her. She didn’t say a word as though she was comatose or in shock.

  “I’m better than okay. No one ever made me feel that way before, especially a woman. I don’t know what to say.” She was confused. Am I a lesbian now? Are we lovers?

  “That’s a good response. How about another glass of wine?”

  They talked and drank wine for an hour. All during that time, Ravenna was naked, but it seemed so natural now. Every once in a while, Cassandra would stroke her, her nipples or even between her legs, but they continued to talk while she did it as if it wasn’t happening.

  Ravenna put on a robe when they watched a movie, but she curled up next to Cassandra and felt so secure with her. When Cassandra left, they kissed a deep, passionate kiss while Cassandra’s hands held her close to her and their bodies pushed up against each other as though they were meant to be meshed together.

  * * * *

  The next day was a bit awkward when they first met. Ravenna didn’t know if Cassandra would kiss her in front of everyone or hold hands as lovers might do. They said hello to each other, but then, they went into the class and took the test. Cassandra waited for her outside when she finished the test. Both of them were the firsts to finish.

  It was Cassandra that said it as they went to get a coffee. “I enjoyed you last night and hope we can do it again. But, I enjoy men also, so we should keep our secret to ourselves. You’re a virgin, and I’m sure that you want a nice man to make love to you the first time. I won’t do anything to jeopardize that,” she lied. “It should be a cock that takes your innocence.” It just had to be the right cock that would do it.

  “Thank you. I wasn’t sure what last night was, but I don’t want to lose what we have.” Then she added. “But, I’m not sure what I can do for you.”

  “I wouldn’t force you to do anything that you don’t want to do,” Cassandra lied again.

  Chapter 3

  Wexter University-The Beginning

  William Butler took over as chancellor of Wexter University fifteen years ago. He came from a small, southern university, and when he arrived, he found Wexter University a small, unknown university. It didn’t take long for him to figure out its problems. The campus was small and old in upstate New York. It drew most of its students from the rural area around it. It wasn’t known for its academic excellence. But, William was up to the challenge.

  He brought his wife of five years and his four-year old daughter with him. Sandy was a beautiful southern belle that William was lucky to have found and married. She was devoted to him and his job.

  As Sandy said the day they got married, “My job is to make you successful no matter what I have to do and to make your personal life fulfilling and pleasurable.”

  William was handsome in a stately, academic way. He had brown hair that always looked unkempt, even when he just got a haircut. He kept his body firm and fit. Sandy was stunning, full breasts that even today rode high on her chest. She had a firm ass that she deliberately kept tight with exercise and long legs toned from running.

  It was within a year of arriving at Wexter when his family’s life was changed forever. William knew what he needed to do to make Wexter what he envisioned, but it all came down to money. The university had a modest endowment of less than a million dollars, and his efforts at fundraising provided dismal results. The area where it got its students from was poor.

  It was six months into his tenure when he heard about Vale Perdition. It was more of a rumor than a known fact. It was almost an urban legend that the Perdition family had a large estate not far from Wexter. It was off the beaten path and few ventured out there. The Perditions weren’t known to be sociable and that only added to the mystique of the legend. The Perdition family patriarch was Vale, though no one could describe him. There was talk of children in the house, but they never attended the local schools, and the school administration wasn’t forthcoming with information about them. The Perdition’s property taxes were half of the small town’s yearly budget. They owned no business interests around, so no one knew where their money came from.

  The locals didn’t often go to the mansion. When it needed work done, out-of-town workman did it, or so it was said. It was strange that having settled in the valley over two hundred years ago there was little known of them.

  William tried to get a phone number for him but was unsuccessful. He looked on the internet, and the name had little information more than the property taxes and the mansions location. It was as if their lives never existed.

  Sandy knew that William could make Wexter into something good, but he was stymied with funds. It was at dinner that night that he spoke about his idea.

  “I want to visit Vale Perdition.” He said it abruptly, though he’d thought about it for weeks now. He couldn’t find any way to contact Vale unless he went to his house.

  “I think that’d be a good idea, William. You’re good in one-on-one contact. You just need to get in front of him and pitch your vision for Wexter.” William could charm anyone, that’s how he got her.

  “Yes, but I want to make it more personal than a sales pitch to make him part with his money.”

  “What is your plan?” They often hashed out his plans together. They did everything together. Sandy always wanted to be supportive of him.

  “I’d like you to go with me.” He held his breath for a second. Wexter lacked most of the social functions a larger university had, so Sandy didn’t have much interaction with the university.

  “I’d love to help you out. When?”

  “Friday morning. I hope we can catch him at home.”

  “I can get Gabriel to babysit so that wouldn’t be a problem.” She felt good it would be her first chance to help him succeed.

  * * * *

  Friday came quickly, though they discussed the visit often. William didn’t want to leave anything to chance, even down to what they’d each wear.

  Sandy looked great in a dark-blue suit. She wore a white button-down silk blouse and left the first button open with a nice pearl necklace around her neck. It accent
ed the cleavage the blouse revealed. She might be a southern belle, but she wasn’t a prude. She knew men looked at her, and she had no qualms about dressing to highlight her sexuality. The blue skirt clung to her hips and smothered over her ass. She wore a pair of high heels that made her legs look shapelier. William wore a light-brown cashmere sport coat, brown slacks with a light-brown shirt. He didn’t wear a tie, not wanting to be too formal.

  “You look gorgeous,” William said, as he got hard at the sight of her body in the suit. She never failed to get a rise out of him and that extended to their bedroom. She wasn’t a modest southern woman in bed. He liked her passion and desires.

  “Thank you, Chancellor. Shall we go and charm Vale Perdition?”

  The house was far out in the woods, and the one-lane paved road soon turned to dirt, though it looked as though it was in good condition. There weren’t many potholes. It was five miles before they got to the house, but they still couldn’t see it. It was surrounded by a seven-foot wall, but it was covered with ivy that was overgrown. It looked as though it had been there for centuries. William found the entrance, a large iron gate, which was closed. He stopped the car and got out. He looked for some type of bell but saw nothing. On the entrance was a “Keep Out, No Solicitors” sign. William tried the gate and found it wasn’t locked. Not to be deterred, he began to open it. He was surprised when it slid open easily, not a squeak or creak out of it. He got back into the car. He turned to Sandy. “At least it didn’t say solicitors shot on sight.”