Flesh & Blood
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His fingers squeezed beneath her buttocks and lifted her as though she were weightless, then dropped her down. Leah cried out, her thoughts abandoned as his stiff cock filled her again, shuddering weakly as she tried to hold on to her sanity. She realized he was right. When she was feeling this much sexual need it was virtually impossible to care about anything else.
His hands lifted her again and her head rolled from side to side, her back arching as his rigid shaft rasped across her swollen clit. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, so many things she wanted to say, and yet… none of them mattered at all.
She sank back down with a cry of delight and the muscles in her thighs began to tense, trying to push herself back up once more, but he chuckled and held her in place to taunt her, biting lightly her breasts and nipples as she squirmed and moaned.
Then he lifted her up and down in rapid motions, bouncing her on his lap several times, then held her still again as she swayed, close to fainting. ‘P-please…’ she gasped.
He chuckled, and then pushed her back so that her torso was parallel to the floor and her hair swept it, one hand moving casually across her taut front, over her full breasts and stiff nipples, then across her hollowed belly and between her legs, where his fingers massaged her clitoris. With her hands still shackled behind her there was little Leah could do as he played her body like a classical pianist, creating music within her soul.
He lifted her back upright and she swayed dazedly. His hands again squeezed beneath her bottom, lifting her until with a sigh of disappointment she felt his erection slip out of her tightly clutching sex. He turned her over his lap, running his hands over her bottom then between her thighs, gently stroking her sopping sex.
‘There are so many more interesting things you can do with your limited life than hunt after criminals,’ he said, his fingers kneading her buttocks. ‘You were made for feeling so much more pleasure than you have ever yet experienced.’
She felt a finger circle the wrinkled bud of her anal opening, then draw back, and a moment later his hand cracked down across her bottom, making her jerk on his lap.
‘As one cannot truly accept the wonder of summer without winter, so one cannot revel in pleasure without knowing pain.’
He spanked her again, and then again, sharply slapping her upturned bottom, pain flaring through her pelvis, her clitoris gleefully absorbing it. Then a moment later two slender fingers drove deep into her sex and she stiffened, crying out in bliss.
She heard him chuckle, and then felt another sharp slap across her bottom, then another, and another. ‘P-please,’ she sobbed, her head flung back as three fingers thrust sharply into her sex, pumped swiftly in and out, then withdrew. Another crack of pain burned through her, and another as he resumed the spanking.
‘Heat,’ he said. ‘The heat of pleasure, the heat of pain.’ He caressed her bottom, skimming lightly over the blotchy red marks, then lifted his hand and spanked her again. Then Leah felt a finger touch her anus again, this time pushing insistently, twisting from side to side as the pressure forced the tight opening to yield and the straightened digit sank within.
‘It’s a matter of training the body as well as the mind,’ he said, his free hand still spanking her, alternating from one buttock to the other, around the stationary hand the stiffened finger of which penetrated her rectum.
He moved that stiffened finger slightly, and Leah felt the pressure grow against her anal passage as a second finger squirmed in to join the first, both pumping slowly in and out of her rectum as she groaned and squirmed in helpless need.
He shifted her body back off his thighs so that she knelt on the floor beside him, stretching his arm to keep his fingers inside her ass, her breasts squeezed against his thigh, and with her face over his groin he fed her his erection. She swallowed it hungrily, her lips smoothing up and down before descending fully, engulfing the entire column, gurgling weakly as it penetrated her throat.
He ran his fingers through her hair as her lips remained pressed around its base, then tugged, lifting her face insistently. And then his hand closed around her neck and he forced her back down all the way, pressing her face into his groin and holding her there. Leah heard him whispering something, almost chanting in a language she had never heard before and certainly did not understand.
She almost choked and tried to lift her head, but he held her easily in place as his erection pulsed in her mouth and throat. He gripped her hair, pulling her head up then thrusting it down again. He began to grind his hips and maneuver her mouth to please himself and Leah gurgled helplessly, the fingers still impaling her rear as he fucked her throat, tipping her over into another blissful orgasm.
Chapter Thirteen
‘Are you going to keep me like this?’ Leah asked, but he merely looked down at her and smiled. ‘Why are my wrists shackled?’ she asked plaintively. ‘Are you afraid of me?’
‘Afraid of you?’ He chuckled and shook his head. ‘No, I just like the helplessness of bound women. But if it pleases you…’ He waved a hand and the bands around her wrists felt suddenly cold and her arms dropped away from each other. She moved them round to her front and tried to rub some feeling back into her numb wrists.
‘Isn’t there something you would like me to wear?’ she tried again.
‘You’re wearing all any woman needs to,’ he said.
‘I’ve been up all night,’ she said wearily. ‘I’m tired.’
‘Of course you are, and there’s a bed made up for you along the hall.’
‘But it’s almost dawn,’ Leah pointed out unnecessarily. ‘I have to be in work today.’
‘You don’t need to work anymore,’ he said, looking amused.
‘But I… I want to,’ she said.
His eyes narrowed. ‘And I can make you not want to very easily, young lady.’
‘So do you want another mindless toy like them?’ Leah challenged, nodding over her shoulder at one of the shaved girls kneeling by the door. ‘I thought you wanted something more than that with me.’
His eyes grew cold for a moment, but then he smiled. ‘Indeed I do,’ he agreed, ‘and I should not then complain that my little toy has a mind of its own. Very well, you may go out and play police officer.’
‘I’m not playing,’ she said indignantly, the rings in her nipples and clitoris instantly becoming hot and she gasped, clutching at them, wincing at the burning sensation against her sensitive flesh.
‘Do not contradict me,’ he calmly warned her. ‘I will allow you a little impertinence from time to time, it amuses me, but I will not tolerate defiance.’
‘I’m… I’m sorry,’ Leah apologized, feeling like a naughty little girl again.
‘You will learn your place,’ he said, both with confidence and prophecy.
‘What is my place?’
He smiled. ‘You see my pets?’ He gestured to the shaved girls kneeling nearby, and Leah swallowed, feeling a twisted rush of fear and excitement.
‘Am I to be one of them?’ she asked.
‘No,’ he said. ‘One reason being because I like your lovely hair.’
‘But what about their minds?’
‘Would it make you feel any better if I told you they were each violent murderers?’ he asked, shocking her.
Leah stared at the girls, then at him. ‘Were they?’
He smiled. ‘No. They were initiates in a convent, set to become nuns. Such a waste that would have been. So lovely, so responsive, and yet doomed to chastity forever. A priest tried to kill me and so after I killed him I took them as a, um, payment from his church.’
‘W-what did you do to their minds?’ Leah asked cautiously.
‘Oh, nothing special,’ he said airily. ‘This was well over a hundred years ago, you know. They were ignorant peasant girls in rural Poland. Easily influenced.’
‘What was done to them halted the aging process,’ he answered her unspoken question.
‘Like it did with you?’ she probed.
‘In a sense, yes. Their lives are bound to mine, of course. If I die, so do they.’
‘And… and what about me?’
He smiled and fondled her breast, and Leah swooned with pleasure. ‘You will feel more energy, more power, have more resilience. No doubt you have already noticed it, already noticed how much more soft is your skin and hair, how much more alert you are, how little sleep you require. Your bruises and other hurts will fade much faster, and no disease will overcome you.’
‘And will I die if you do?’
‘Some day – once you have passed your normal lifespan. If I were to die now? No. In twenty years? No, but you would age very rapidly, twenty years in a few moments. In a century? Yes.’
‘Are you saying I’m to live forever?’ She gaped at him.
He smiled and rolled her quivering nipple between thumb and forefinger. ‘My dear, no one lives forever,’ he said urbanely. ‘But you might live a very long time by mortal measures.’
She turned and looked at the girls again. ‘But not like that?’
‘I have enough mindless, voiceless pets,’ he said derisively. ‘I require something more. More intelligence. Someone more… animated.’
‘Someone to talk to.’
‘Loneliness?’ he asked with a wry smile. ‘No, I am not lonely, but yes, I do want someone capable of talking to me, on occasion.’ He smiled and thrust a finger into her sex and Leah cried out, arching her back. ‘On occasion,’ he said.
The worst part was that she loved him. She knew it was not real, but it was no less strong for having been forced upon her. And the sexual hunger was intense, whatever the cause, and would not be denied.
When she woke she found two thin chains attached to her nipple rings. Just as the rings had no apparent opening, neither did the chains. They led up to her collar, attached there with no means of removal she could detect. Their length was precise, just enough when she stood, to pull her nipples ever so slightly up, to provide a constant tug on them.
Of course, when she moved her breasts quivered slightly, and the pull of the chains on her nipples was a constant rhythmic reminder. It took very little walking before her nipples both ached and she found herself surreptitiously stroking her breasts as illicit pleasure flooded her body.
The ring through her clitoris held a small weighted ball not much larger than a marble, but it was a spiked ball, an irritant that rubbed against her exquisitely sensitive button with every movement.
Yet whenever Morales appeared she felt a wave of adoration and unendurable lust that had her on her knees crawling to him, shamed by her responses but desperate for his attention. And then the inevitable orgasms, when they came so predictably, were so shattering she was left breathless and dazed.
It could not be fought. She gave up trying. Trying to hate him was pointless. Trying to fight him painful and useless. Instead she tried to find some type of accommodation for herself as his sex toy. And to understand the creature who now had such control over her.
She was responsible for looking after the shaven girls he kept in his basement. They lived in cages, and lived only to serve and let their bodies be used. At first she tried talking to them, but that proved fruitless. They did not speak and ignored whatever she said unless it was an order to do something. They always smiled benignly, and seemed even hornier than she was.
It was almost as difficult to deal with them as it was with Morales, for while they did not affect her as he did they tried to get their hands and lips onto the more sensitive parts of her body, and that very quickly did the job of disabling whatever intelligence she had as her body turned to fire at their expert touch. Let one of those cunning tongues slide wetly across her skin too often and she would dissolve into a puddle of sexually desperate flesh. Let their tongues touch her between the legs and it was instant meltdown.
So she had to be very stern and careful around them, snapping at them, gesturing, slapping their bottoms whenever they tried to lick or grope her or were slow to obey. They were fed and watered as one would a dog, by placing bowls of food and water on the floor of their cage, or wherever they were at any given time. Sometimes they would eat in the kitchen.
Bathing them involved having them kneel on all fours and then washing them as quickly and chastely as possible before her own desires melted her determination and her fingers began to stroke too long over fragrant pussies or caress soft, soapy breasts.
Often as not she gave in when washing them and was soon writhing on the floor with one or more soapy girls sliding against her. During one such ablution session her heat was already up when Morales appeared, along with the usual wave of lust, awe and devotion. Perhaps because she was already trembling with lust she was partly shielded from the shock of his presence, at least enough to speak intelligently.
‘I thought you wanted more than a mindless toy,’ she said, gasping at the lust within her. He cocked his head to one side, smiling lightly. ‘I can’t resist whatever you’re doing. You might as well shave my head and make me into a whining, simpering beast, because that’s all I am around you anyway.’
She dropped to her knees and licked his shoe as if to demonstrate, yet there was real pleasure in it and she moaned, her hips rolling.
‘Do you think I do something special for you, my sweet?’ he asked in amusement, reaching down to grip her hair and pull her head up. ‘This is what it feels like to be in my presence. You felt it your first night here. Of course, now your body is much more attuned to your sexuality, and your mind has lost much of its inhibitions. However, I will see if I can, as you say, tone it down a little around you.’
Almost immediately the sense of awe and attachment began to recede. The sexual need did not, however, and she screamed in pleasure as he thrust himself into her.
But afterwards it was much more easy to speak to him without falling apart. ‘I really have to go back to work,’ she said.
‘You took a couple of days off, ill,’ he pointed out to her.
‘I know.’ She had called in sick in his presence, almost trembling with the desire to do his bidding, to make him happy. ‘But my boss will start making trouble for me if I don’t go back.’ Of course there was no chance of hiding her relationship with Mbweni, and it soon spilled out into the open as he smiled encouragement.
‘How interesting,’ he mused. ‘Such a woman could be of interest to me.’
‘I’m not sure how your powers would effect a lesbian.’
He chuckled. ‘I don’t envisage any difficulties, but I’m certain you and my other little pets will do well for me if needed. Invite her over. We shall give her to the dogs for a while and then speak with her.’
‘She’s very strong willed,’ Leah told him.
But he merely shrugged dismissively and said, ‘Humans are never very difficult to sway.’
Mbweni glowered at Leah from the porch, but the glower disappeared as she noted Leah’s state of undress.
‘You never cease to amaze me, MacInnes,’ she said, and reached out to finger one of the taut chains attached to her nipples, tugging it lightly, then glanced down and smiled, fingering the little spiked ball that rested against her clitoris. ‘And who have you been keeping house for, hmmm?’
‘Come in and I’ll show you,’ Leah invited.
‘Why haven’t you been at work these last two days?’ Mbweni demanded.
‘Come in and I’ll show you,’ Leah repeated.
Mbweni looked around warily, and then cautiously accepted the invitation to enter the foreboding house. ‘Very well,’ she said curtly, ‘show me whatever it is you seem s
o keen to show me.’
Leah closed the front door and led her boss down the stairs and along the narrow corridor to where the girls waited, and when Mbweni saw them Leah was gratified to see even this ice-maiden’s eyes widen and her mouth open in amazement.
‘My, my, my,’ she said, her voice low, her demeanor pensive. ‘What a pretty little litter of kittens.’
‘Kittens with soft tongues,’ Leah said.
Mbweni smirked. ‘And I bet you’ve experienced them all.’ One of the girls caught her hand and licked it before she could draw it back. Another did the same with her other hand, and Mbweni stared down at them, confused and bemused. ‘Friendly little girls,’ she said. ‘They’re very into their slavery, aren’t they?’
‘Oh, are they ever,’ Leah confirmed.
The third girl was licking Mbweni’s boot, gripping her ankle as her tongue slipped wetly across the black leather. She pulled herself up Mbweni’s body, and the tall black woman glowered at her, though clearly intrigued. ‘What kind of game are you all playing?’ she asked, her voice a little husky.
The girl kissed her before Mbweni could draw back, grasping her shoulders as she wormed her tongue into Mbweni’s mouth. Mbweni stiffened, and then pushed her back instinctively. But her eyes seemed to lose focus and she stared around her as if mystified, her breathing growing heavier as the girls closed in.
‘W-wait,’ she panted breathlessly. The girls were sliding their hands over her body, pulling at her clothes, undoing buttons as their lips moved against hers, and against her throat. Her blouse was pulled open, her bra deftly unclipped and eased aside, and Mbweni shuddered as one of the girl’s pressed her lips around her nipple and began to suck. ‘Oooh…’ she gasped, her eyes narrowing dreamily as her legs trembled.
And then sinuous bodies swamped her, their hands removing clothes and underwear and their tongues and lips devouring exposed flesh. Her legs were spread wide and one of the girl’s attached her mouth to her sex, and Mbweni cried out as she came, her back arching violently, her head lolling to the side.