The Willing Prey

by Scarlett Sunday

  Those clothes aren’t mine. Tanis’s golden tresses. Done up in ringlets to hang above her beautiful bare shoulders. She was crowned with a regal tiara of pure gold, studded with enormous green emeralds. Again, not mine. Clasped in its delicate embrace Tanis’s attractive long throat and neck sported a choker of similar green jewels, mounted on triple chains of gold. Which matched two emerald pendants of equal splendour, hanging from each earlobe. Fuck me! Again, not mine. On the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand. Tanis wore two enormous emerald rings bound in thick coils of gold. Around her right wrist and ankle, an emerald bracelet, which matched her choker. Oh My God! Again, not mine.

  With her movement reflected in the emerald light of her jewellery. The three-stemmed solid gold candelabra on the piano. The large ornate gold-framed mirror behind her, and the crystal chandelier above. To Jean’s mind, thanks to Tanis’s unsuspected infusion of venom. Tanis appeared as if a genuine member of the nobility. The stuff of her Royal fantasy. Unable to take her eyes from the woman who had given her so much pleasure in the last few days. Jean felt her body respond once more to her fantastic desire. Her thoughts and her imagination in complete agreement, Jean slipped once more into orgasm. She is a genuine Queen to me.

  Jean noticed Tanis, watching her in silence as her bound body jerked into its finish. Tanis smiled and glanced down at her. With the strains of the concerto still seeping into her venom heightened senses. Jean wondered how she had come to faint in the first place? All she remembered was an intense feeling of pleasure around her throat as Tanis had kissed it. Afterwards nothing.

  The music stopped. In the deafening silence, Jean waited in eager bondage for her captor’s next move. She watched fascinated as Tanis descended the open staircase. With a long black leather bullwhip in her hand, Tanis turned towards her. Her heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. Never have I seen anyone who looked more like a Queen or who is more desirable than she. Those eyes of hers are like deep emerald pools of want.

  Jean’s stomach trembled, and her body stiffened for the shock of the whip when she saw it snake out towards her. It landed on her bare shoulders and encircled her neck twice with its soft hissing caress. Tanis finished the movement with a flick. Which put another turn around her prisoner’s exquisite throat. “You wanted nobility, Jean McGregor, I give you mine.” How can Jean know I don’t need the accident of birth to become a Queen in a world filled with my human prey? I am the Apex predator.

  Jean, speechless in thought. Could not give an answer. Her mind elsewhere. Her lash feels like the coils of a live black snake. Her eyes still locked with Tanis’s. Jean watched in wonder. As her beautiful captor pulled herself along the whip’s lash towards her. Spellbound she thought. Oh My God! how beautiful she is, and it seems to come from within. Jean felt herself coming again.

  Tanis smiled. Her handsome face and beautiful green eyes appeared regal but perverse. In the dim dancing lights of the cellar. She looked at her beautiful captive, “Well, has the cat got your tongue woman?” Still not able to answer. With surprise, Jean watched Tanis’s hair change from golden ringlets into the Raven-black chaos of Erin Connor, her Elizabethan host. Then into the Copper-gold plaits of Shani the Viking Chieftain. Then back into the golden rain of Freyja’s crowning glory.

  Not knowing who her captor was. Jean’s eyes dropped onto the low-cut dress. Which almost showed Tanis’s two magnificent breasts beneath. Breasts, which only last night she had held in her hands. Breasts whose nipples she had encircled with her hot, trembling lips. She again felt her wetness erupt from her body. For the strange, beautiful woman, whose prisoner she was. This is my wildest fantasy come true.

  Tanis held her captive’s eyes like a snake. “Answer me, woman! Or do I have to take the whip to you again?”

  Bound by her fantasy, Jean could only whisper. “You look more than a Queen to me, Tanis. More like an Empress.”

  Tanis smiled and drew the whip towards her caressing Jean’s throat with its moving collar of hope. Unable to comprehend the ever-changing vision of loveliness who approached her Jean came again. Her body jerked up against her bonds, and her head arched backwards in ecstasy.

  Tanis watched her in silence. Smiling as she finished. “Do you know who I am Jean McGregor?”

  “No. Tell me.”

  “I am the Irish Countess Erin Connor, a Captain in the Queen’s Navy, Pirate, and Duellist. You, Jean McGregor, are my prisoner to do with as I wish.”

  There was a strange green light in Tanis’s eyes. For a moment, frightened. Jean could imagine her captor’s beautiful swollen breasts and hard nipples in her mind’s eye. When Tanis drew closer, she was no longer afraid and whispered. “Ohhh My God Tanis! This drama is so realistic, everything so surreal and perfect.” She became conscious of the sudden wetness oozing from her body in a continuous stream.

  “Fantasy dramas should be perfect Jean McGregor.” Tanis tightened the leather noose, and Jean blacked out.

  Almost immediately, awake again, Jean found a different Tanis. Still regal and in command. She had unhooked the skirt of her dress leaving her in only its low-cut top. And an emerald green suspender belt, with green silk stockings, thrust into what looked like seventeenth-century green high heeled shoes. Between her legs. Jean could see the moist swollen lips of Tanis’s aroused sex. Swollen lips whose sweetness she had tasted only last night. This time peeping through a patch of black velvet instead of gold. Her hair too, black chaos again.

  “How… How do you change so quick Tanis? Your jewellery, it looks real, your hair keeps changing colour, and your eyes. Stunning emerald green like your dress, then the brightest amber, then ocean blue. How do you do it?”

  “It’s your imagination, Jean McGregor. The gems are real. They belonged to my great, great grandmother.” How can I tell her Erin Connor is real, Shani is real, Freyja’s body is here now? And the jewellery is real and a part of my hoard?

  Conscious of the strong feelings she had generated in her captive’s mind, Tanis advanced. She placed her arms around Jean’s neck and mounted the huge pink dildo, which awaited her. Tanis glanced into her stunned prisoner’s eyes, as she began to move up and down on the hard shaft in time to her heavy breaths. She had no need to pull Jean’s hungry lips onto her breasts, they were already there. Tanis could feel her captive’s hot lips free the lace of her bodice and begin to feed with savage hunger on one of her erect nipples. She arched her head back in pleasure giving her throat access to her prisoner’s hungry mouth.

  Jean found Tanis’s vein and began to suck on it, as though she were the dominant predator. As Tanis moved on her slick shaft beneath, Jean gave a loud cry and came again, feeling Tanis trying to screw down deeper.

  Tanis pulled her captive’s head back by her hair and gazed into her tear stained eyes. “Well. Have I fulfilled your Royal fantasy yet Jean McGregor?”

  Jean came again. “Ooohhh My God Yes Tanis! In every delicious detail. I never thought it possible. The reality is much, much more than anything I could have imagined… It’s awesome.” In ecstasy, she waited for her wet body to explode again. For some reason, it didn’t.

  Tanis withdrew, turned, and mounted her again. “I haven’t quite finished with you yet Jean McGregor.” This time Jean felt her dildo bury its oily length in her dream captor’s wet arse. Both hands on her captive’s thighs Tanis began to pump herself up and down. Her head came back to chew at Jean’s earlobe, and she whispered. “Fuck my arse Jean McGregor, and while you’re at it, bite my throat. I’m almost there. Use your teeth if you feel you must. I need to feel your bite.”

  When Jean felt the first wave of Tanis’s orgasm, it triggered her own. She screamed, “Oh My God Tanisss! This is heaven.” She bit into Tanis’s shoulder muscle to drown her cry and bring Tanis on. Their two torrents of warmth mixed as Tanis filled Jean’s lap with her moisture. She continued to ride Jean’s bound body. Until with a long sigh of release, Jean surrendered her senses. Her fantasy complete, she sank back into her well-
padded chair in blessed oblivion. Not feeling Tanis untie her and drape her body over a nearby chaise lounge.

  With one leg over its back and the other on its arm. Tanis removed the dildo from Jean’s unconscious body. Then claimed what was hers from between Jean’s legs, with her long hungry tongue. Fuck me! Only a week ago, I would have taken her as prey. What the fuck’s going on?

  Tanis heard Helen’s voice within. ‘By taking Paul and me as your prey Tanis, you’ve developed a conscience for the defenceless. One, which will change your nature and our Earth’s future. You are indeed a Queen my love.’

  “Not quite yet, I’m not Hellen.”

  ****

  In the cellar shower afterwards, as she washed Tanis’s back, Jean said. “How must you have felt with my enormous dildo between your buns Tanis? Wow! I’ve never come so hard or so often in all my life. You looked every inch a Queen to me, my fantastic lover.”

  “I felt like a Queen in those clothes Jean.”

  “Thank you, for my fantasy Tanis. I thought I had a big appetite for sex, but you, your hunger for it stronger than anyone I know. Though you made me your prisoner, you managed to give me my ultimate fantasy. I believed I was fucking real nobility, and I was in charge. Why did I faint in the first place though? I feel a little exhausted now. You took a lot of moisture out of my body in my final climax, before I lost the plot, Tanis?”

  “Afterwards too, while you were unconscious. You fainted of what you experienced Jean. It was a fantasy and fetish drama you thought you could never have. One, only I can give you.”

  “I can believe it, Tanis. Wow! You’re an incredible lover. The music you played has become one of my favourite pieces now, and you played it so well. It got to me.” She kissed Tanis, her mind confused. “You enjoyed me fucking you, even though bound, didn’t you Tanis. I can’t wait for the next time. Why did you call yourself Countess Erin Connor though, and not Queen Tanis?”

  “Because I am not a Queen yet, and it was a real Countess you were fucking Jean. I too want the next time. I don’t want it to happen too often because I want you to look forward to it as our special drama when you come home to me. It doesn’t mean we can’t have softer sex in between with you doing me in any way you desire.”

  “I agree. I promise to tie you up and punish you often Tanis. Candle-wax your nipples too. If you’ll promise to make me your prisoner and let me fuck you in your beautiful green dress and fabulous jewellery. Now and again.” She laughed. “If you want, I’ll even write it into your contract.”

  “I promise Jean. The next time I’ll wear my ruby-red dress with matching jewellery. Come let us rest in my bed upstairs.”

  “The experience was awesome Tanis.” Jean sat propped up on one elbow in Tanis’s bedroom looking down on her reclining body. Her gaze and her hand rubbing Tanis’s special ointment into her red striped buns and back. “Turn over I want to rub some into your front.”

  Tanis turned and opened her legs. Her body coming into instant arousal at Jean’s magical touch. Her hungry eyes, moving over Jean’s tight sweater. Came to rest on her erect nipples pushing hard against its soft fabric. She sighed. I’ll let her finish me again before I feed. “Have I told you how happy I am Jean?”

  Jean watched her. “Yes Tanis, and I love you for it. You only have to look at my body, and I become aroused knowing what it is you want from me, and the pleasure I can give you.”

  Tanis raised her head to Jean’s breasts. Taking a nipple between her lips, she sucked on it for a moment before whispering. “You look and taste gorgeous Jean.”

  Jean turned and after a moment, her lips moist, she said, “So, do you, Tanis.” Satisfied. They lay in each other’s arms. Neither wanting to stir from the gentle contact of searching fingers, probing tongues, and sucking lips. Afterwards, a little breathless, Jean continued. “You’re everything I imagined Tanis. Even the jewellery was real?”

  Tanis kissed Jean and smiled. “Yes. What if I said the dress once belonged to a real Duchess in Elizabethan England? The jewellery, to an Indian Rajah’s Queen and not to my great, great grandmother? What if I’d taken the jewels off the bound body of the Queen as ransom? After I’d made passionate love to her on the altar stone of Kali the Black Goddess in Clive’s India. In an underground temple in British India, before sacrificing her to my huge pet python? Would you believe me?”

  Jean laughed. “No. I would find it too fantastic and cruel a tale to believe you could do that Tanis. Yet, your clear description does turn me on. It sounds so factual coming from you.”

  “We’ll keep to our fantasies and fetishes, Jean. I promise you one day you will know all the answers, but without the cruelty. Come, take me into my Heaven again.”

  “Do you know Tanis, for a moment in the chair I had the distinct feeling I was fucking someone else? Your hair turned as black as a raven’s wing and your eyes burned into mine like twin green embers. When you spoke, it was with a distinct Irish accent.”

  “I did tell you I was the Irish Countess Erin Connor. Remember you were living your fantasy drama at the time Jean.”

  “Yes, you did, and I was.”

  “Fantasy has to be perfect to the last detail to work Jean. I made sure yours would be based on your imagined truth.”

  Jean laughed. “Yes, you did, and what an unbelievable truth Tanis.”

  “So, say no more Jean. You’re mine now and will be forever.”

  “What a strange thing to say, Tanis?”

  ****

  The last day of their week together was a Sunday. It found them relaxed and once again in each other’s arms talking. Jean had to return to London later for a business meeting scheduled for early the next day.

  Caressing Tanis’s well-fucked body with soft fingertips, and feeling her response, she said. “Tanis we’re more than partners now and much, much more than friends. We’ve tasted every secret place in each other’s body. Drank of its nectar and come to know each other’s minds with intimacy. We’ve given our minds and our bodies to each other in willing surrender. Without reservation, and with complete honesty. I feel we have a genuine love and respect for each other. I’m not saying I am in love with you. What I’m saying is, I love you as my dearest friend. My love is more than a friend’s love because it’s in the physical. Yet, not deep enough for a close permanent relationship. Although, I feel that could change in the future.” She gazed into Tanis’s eyes and kissed her nipples with soft sucking lips. “You have brought something precious into my life, my dear best friend, and I want to thank you for it.”

  Overcome with emotion that her human prey could confess such deep feelings for her. Tanis sighed. “You have given me a lot too Jean. I’ve been alone far too long and need a dear best friend.”

  “Use this house as your own Tanis. Bring your clients here if you want. But, promise me please, you’ll be free and here when I return. I need you in my life, my love. I need to know you’re here when I come home.” Tears started in Jean’s beautiful dark eyes. “There’ll be no pressure on you Tanis. You do your thing, and I’ll do mine. Even so, I want you for my special, special best friend.”

  “You don’t need to tell me that Jean. I’ll be here for you whenever you have a need for me or my body. All you need to do is take it. You don’t have to pay me a wage either.”

  Jean bent over and kissed Tanis on her lips. “I’ll look forward to our close physical friendship then, and I’ll be content.”

  “I value my independence above anything Jean. So, thank you for not being too clingy. Later, when we come to know each other better, and we will. I want to give you a present, which will change your whole outlook on life. Also, your entire sense of being, and the deep love you bear me.” Even so, Tanis wondered why she had said those words.

  “The money to me Tanis has never been significant. It’s my way of life, my sex, and the excitement it brings to me I love. We can look forward to being together on most weekends. Which is something I’ll treasure, as you by far are the best lo
ver I have ever known? Later, maybe next Saturday. I’d like to introduce you to my special and closest other best friend.”

  “Is she as special, special best as me Jean?”

  Jean laughed. “No. Because she is a he. I have no woman friend as special, special best like you Tanis. I know you’ll like Welland Taggart. Now though.” Jean’s hand found Tanis’s breasts. “By the hungry look in your eyes, you want me again. We’ve just enough time for one more humid sex session before I dress for the town. Are you up for it, or have I drained you at last? If not, please turn over, open your legs, and let me in?”

  Her heart accelerating and not all from arousal, Tanis said. “Before you fuck me, Jean, first tell me a little of Welland Taggart? I ask because I too had a best friend called Welland once.”

  “I’ll tell you as soon as I have finished with you, I promise Tanis.”

  Tanis smiled, “You’re the boss, Jean.” She turned over onto her back and pulled Jean down towards her into a passionate embrace. “Here we are fucking each other to bits, and you don’t know my full name yet.”

  “There’s plenty of time to know it later Tanis. Now lie back and watch me as I switch you on.”

  Tanis lay back and watched Jean strap the still moist dildo to her hips. She turned her arse in the air, and her hands crossed behind her back. She felt Jean’s knees settle alongside her own, as her beautiful hands bound her wrists high onto her back with her ankles together. Almost too weak to support her weight. Tanis buried her face in her pillow and made a tripod with her knees to await Jean’s entrance into her body. She felt the dildo’s length slip with ease into her. Jean’s hands moved from her hips to under her bound arms, then into her hair to hold her body down with force. The image of Jean’s hard nipples, under her tight navy-blue sweater, pumped more moisture into her cunt. She was ready to come.