Shokushu High School

Day 11 Thursday
The Deal

Authors note: For those familiar with Storm bringers original ghost story this is were I begin to seriously depart…Raven is introduced. Enjoy….

Awakening upon the soft bed with the early mornings light filtering through the open window Shania purrs contentedly. Light casts the white sheets in hues of orange as she stretches. The feelings do not last long as she feels the cool slobbering mouth upon her own. The wolves’ saliva causes her to sputter slightly as she feels the wetness that seeps across her full lips and tries to get ride of it. Opens her pale green eyes, picking up small rings of fire from the light and recognizes the piercing dark ones that gaze down at her. She brings up her hands to scratch the wolf about his neck, “so what do you want this early in the morning?” not really seeking an answer, “its toooo early to be up.” Rolling over then upon her front, her naked body looking golden upon the white sheets in the morning’s light, trying desperately to still sleep.

The beast beside her crawls on all fours so that it can thrust its wet black nose along the side of her sleeping face. He works his heavy set jaw forward to put it beneath her neck and along her ear. Jaws that can easily close about the soft neck and crush it beneath its pearly teeth, still it moves into position. Head bouncing with each move her eyes flutter open, unable to get the rest that her body still craves. Mouths rest against one another, the beasts face below her, her head resting upon his as he rolls over onto his back. The inner voice pulses with the move, submission….of will….to her? Almost like a faint whisper, alpha…There is a stirring upon the bed as the other wolf moves its head, tongue moving along her check and then a clamping of jaws over the neck of the other….For a moment nothing stirs; white teeth gleam inches from her eyes in a menacing sneer.

Power courses over them, she pushes with strength of will, wanting them to behave, not wanting the clean sheets to be stained with blood. Something flows from deep within her core, white and hot, it fans outwards, and four eyes glisten within the maelstrom that descends upon them. Again she hears the word within her mind…Alpha, not understanding its meaning. The flare of power within her pulses and something snap as if four cords are drown about her. The power pulses along each cord till it begins to burn out… leaving her panting for breath, two wolves looking deeply at her from under their brows. How had they done that…one moment fighting the next both silent together looking up at her? It was as if time had escaped her…watched her go right on by. Looking closer at the wolves….watching them, the entire stance is submission, not unlike what she has been taught to do in front of a master. She gathers herself up onto her knees and elbows, looks at each of the pair of eyes in turn…

“There will be no fighting, will there?” It hits then….she is a slave to the master of these creatures…can she really order them about. Oh god, he will punish her…punish her for this. He will know if he does not already….must be some way to …. to change the way… change the equation so to speak. Can a slave ever avoid a punishment…can one accept a punishment of sorts on their own? Will it count? She can only try, see what happens and learn for the next time because there will surely be a next time.

Smiling for them, she reaches her hands out and scratches each of their necks behind the strong jaws. Heads lean into her ministrations, eyes closing as ears come forward. She looses herself on the softness of the fur, its long hair tickling her skin. A feeling crawls over her of closeness and needs. Needs to grow the pack, to multiply, to nurture young they call to her. The panic begins to wheal up in her mind. How long has it been, since the last time…since….was it a month now. Any day…still too young, only eighteen no please to young; not daring to put a voice to the thought for to put a voice to it is to call it as a punishment.

A plaintive whine reaches her ears as a black wet nose nuzzles her gently ….need it says. Opening eyes she looks upon her bed mate, sees the cause of the morning’s disturbance and smiles. Could this be the way to hide what she has done…avoid the looming punishment? Still the panic bubbles over other thoughts….can they get her with pregnant, unprotected as she is. The greater threat is the punishment….the immediate threat, and to say no, to voice the other concern will only invite it. No she is a slave, these are the master’s minions and so to honor them is to honor the master….she must.

“Oh…..so that’s what you want…..” reaches with a hand to stroke the firm flesh, “you want me?” A teasing lilt to her voice even as she brings her legs up under her body, lifting her hips and ass into the air. The heat breaks forth within her, wetness returning full fold as cold metal begins to warm, sending shivers down her body from the newly pierced skin. The panic subsides, replaced by action, action that slithers just under her skin for a moment in little jolts of electricity….causing reactions in other parts of her anatomy.

Animal noses sniff at the air around her, smell the change in the chemistry of her skin. Having asked to mate, she has responded in ways that the animal side of their brain understands fully. The beasts respond as one, readying them selves to use this one, mate with it, and bring glory to the pack.

The entity watches intently… something had happened he had felt once again the tremor of the lines of power, something had happened, something was here that he had not invited. With borrowed eyes he notices his slave; ah this…this is a new development, watches as she takes the wolf within her and squirms under its assault in blissful pleasure. Moans fill the air of the small room as she shudders around the hard animal cock that fills her. With this show he will change her training plan, her willingness to please one so foreign to her shows she is ready to be trusted with a task both necessary and delicate; one that will begin his new rise to power. It is time to push it to an extreme, to see if she is truly read, to make sure she is willing to fuck anyplace, anytime, in any circumstances. She had spoken earlier…it would be good to take her on her word, use it for his purposes. The tremor in the lines of power already forgotten in the haze of lust that excites and strengthens him…as he waits on the next step to commence..

The hard cock suddenly stops its movement within her quivering pussy…”please…no, don’t stop, oh god no……it feels good…”. She stares up into the glowing red eyes, watches as they go somewhere else for a moment, ears straight up as if listening to a conversation that she can not hear. She pumps her hips against the hard shaft within her, trying to continue the thrusting that was so close to bringing her over the edge. Suddenly the wolf backs off, his long heavy cock withdrawing from her. Both the wolves began to nuzzle her, trying to get her to move.

“Why did you stop?” She asks, hoping for an answer…none comes. Still the incessant low yips and movement, jumping then from the bed and looking expectantly back…”all right… all right, I’m coming. Looking around then for something to put on, her eyes scanning the room, realizing that all her clothing is downstairs, only a sheet remains tucked into the mattress and the pillows. Nothing to cover her nakedness…hell it didn’t matter anymore anyway. If the master wanted her clothed he would have laid something out. Following the wolves she scampers down the stairs after them, startled slightly when they run out the front door, stopping and looking at her expectantly.

“I’m coming….hold your horses”, laughing at her own words; strange thing to say to a wolf.

Shania hits the end of the stairs and turns the corner, running straight through the figure of the Smith. Stopping then, forgetting the wolves she chases and goes to her knees in the position of submission, the form she had been taught the day before. “Master….I’m sorry…” head down, arms thrust forward, wrists overlapped and on the floor, she waits.

The simple silence is deafening to ears that seek to hear something and have grown accustomed to the lack of conversation. Worries roll across her upturned face, cascade across her eyes as he gazes down at her. It is good that a slave moves with haste to do their morning duties for their master. It is good she worries…she wishes to live…and that is beneficial. The slave should however be more careful of how she moves in that haste, he thinks to himself.

Shania does not move…. waits for what will happen, wondering how much he knows, fearing he knows all, knows that she has dared to give an order to the masters servants. Time stretches, seconds to minutes her heart beat a thundering in her ears, waiting…waiting…until she can stand it no longer. “mas…master what would you have …your slave do?”

The breeze seems to blow through the hallway….voices once again on the breeze, “What would please me”, or is it a figment of her imagination? “The beginnings of a deranged mind?”, she thinks. A scent as well, something faintly upon it carries the musk of man and sex. Statement rather than fact, meant just for her ears.

The small core of independence within her swells larger, looking for release, wanting to give a flippant answer that will bring the wraith of her master. She forces it back before answering, “What is the master’s pleasure?” It was no longer a game, but a way of survival and something…something more. That something fluttered deep inside, fluttered where her legs met and spread outward.

He gazes at her, his mind wondering…Would the slave be willing to do anything I ask…wondering. The gaze grows in intensity and demanding….demanding to the point she will obey. Looking down, away from those eyes that bore within her and command her every action, knowing another test waits. Something that will stretch her, something she will not want to do…the fear strikes, but so to the giddiness of anticipation for the pleasure that will surely follow…it always does….doesn’t it?

The heat flares, something deep inside, “yes master, your slave waits… eagerly”, the sultriness in her voice adding depth of meaning to the words. It wasn’t even a lie anymore, that’s what hurt… hurt that small core that had not been touched yet, that wanted to be flippant, to rebel. If this game went much longer, her master would be able to visually see she was ready…. not long and the wetness that was building within her would be running down her legs. The saliva building in her mouth; anticipation, wondering what new delights where in store. Had she really fallen so far so fast? Was it not just yesterday she had tried to run…or at least the day before that? Days ran together, from the day she had arrived to her currently sitting naked upon the floor….how many had it been, how many times had she been called upon to eventually spread her legs, and how many orgasms had wracked her body in utter pleasure at what had happened…to many, and not enough….not nearly enough. The body had a way of telling you things that the mind really didn’t want to hear….and it was speaking loudly right this minute as the small quiver hit yet again.

The smith noted the change in the voice; the last response exuded the sexuality, the need barely contained within it. He smiled, for so long the master had sought one such as her. Even now the transformation was intense, one so pure, so modest could be kneeling upon a floor naked, and unknown to her, be moving and talking in ways that begged for the attentions of men… even women if he so chose. It was as if she had been born to this role, as if awakening the simmering sexuality was all that was needed for her to find her way to pleasure in its purest form. It would be interesting to see what she did in the next few minutes.

The gestures, a simple hand pointing towards the outside…another gesture, crude but easily interpreted….she was to fuck and suck someone…. something. Another caress of air upon her flesh that touched her intimately as the whisper faintly said something…“playtime…..toy” as well. She missed the other words as her heart speed and the pulse raced inside her ears from the caress upon her sensitive flesh…left that way by the sudden departure of her wolves…her guardians.

The words finally struck her, shuddering at the thought she was a toy, an it…is that what it meant to be a slave? Could she really be that small rubber ball, the one your pet played fetch with? The rings upon her breasts seemed to grow colder…oh god no, wasn’t that what he had done last night, the one she called the Smith. Placed them upon her flesh and then played with them…made her feel them jiggle when he played with her breasts. Yes, dear god she was a toy and something was going to play with her…and she was going to enjoy it no doubt. Quickly she worked to suppress the rising tide of panic…think of the pleasure, the pleasure always. Panic ebbed from within her, slowly. Ok, not so bad she thought…so what was she missing.

Made her wonder as well where the catch was, it wasn’t like she hadn’t already been there, doing just that…..The little stirring of rebellion deep inside, things like ‘then why’d you stop us in the first place’…to ‘I’m not a toy’ rolled through her head. In the end it was a simple,”Yes master”, for it would do no good to provoke the master and not hurry to the task set to her. Something pulsed inside her, she moved then, quickly, the sway of hips, bounce of breasts, shoulders back, remembering the walk she had been taught. Trying to feel as pretty and confident as the walk suggested. Looking through the door the first stirrings of doubt clouded her mind. What would the sheriff think if her were to drive up right now? For some strange reason it did bother her. Her steps only faltered for a moment, before she carried on. The smith noticed, and smiled as he bent for the chair.

Through the door she went and straight into the bright light of the desert sun as it rose before her. Four eager eyes greeted her, heads going down, and then rolling over onto backs….showing themselves off for her benefit. They were large and human like…it wasn’t hard to remember they had been interrupted as well. The view started something pulsing deep inside. The long straight wide cocks with their blunt tips. Tips that would have to be forced passed tight muscles…initial pain followed by intense pleasure. They would deliver what they promised…then she saw the ‘catch’.

A slight gasp left her tightly drawn lips as her eyes adjusted to the brightness. Pale ethereal shapes watched her every move, their eyes barely noticeable in the harsh light. Breath caught for a moment in her throat as it went suddenly dry. A cacophony of sound saved her, allowing her to gather up her thoughts, and still her beating heart. The crowd was raucous, deliberately so as feet pounded upon the wooden flooring, hands clapped, and catcalls and whistles filled the air. They jostled one another for the best views…even lying upon the roof overhead to peer down upon the gathering of beasts and a slight young girl. That girl, she wanted to turn and run, felt like a deer trapped in the onrushing headlights of a some huge truck….death was certain, there was no where to go. Was she to serve as not just a toy, but the main entertainment? In that moment it was too much, too fast.

“Master”, she gasped….turning to look up into the depths of the eyes, there was no pity, no there was nothing but the expectation that he would be obeyed. Gathering herself together as the storm threatened to break over and shatter her mind….there was but one thing to do. “Master, I but serve”, turning once again to the wolves…wondering…the shyness, modesty within wanting her to run and hide. Not this…she didn’t want to do it. First, there was the actual fucking…well that didn’t seem so bad anymore. Somewhere the dreams of going chaste to her wedding bed were a thing of the ancient past, lost in the haze of pleasure that had consumed her body. Second, she didn’t find the wolves repulsive, as strange as that was….fucking something beastly and non human. Justified it the same way she did the shadows, they had been human once and so qualified as human. But this…she hated being the entertainer. Find some place to be alone; curled up with a companion, not some perverted little show for her perverted master and his minions. Well, at least it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen her naked already, trying to desperately rationalize to herself what she was about to do. The wolves she realized were not the beasts…the true beasts, they gathered about her, making the noise…they were something else altogether. The wolves wanted her as family, as a part of them: Tres Lobos…the three wolves. It was her master that was the beast…

It saved her, that brief moment. She looked into the wolves eyes and knew then she would willingly work with them….but the crowd…she had already been the center of attention before, but each time she had started against her will….chained in some manner, physically or mentally. There were no bonds now, was this her punishment….to willingly go forward without any element of coercion and do something, something that all her modesty and background said should not be done at all, let alone in public. ‘Mom, forgive me…I want them…oh god…I want them to want me and need me.’

God, she would do it, even enjoy it…the heat in her belly was already too strong to deny. But fear, it flowed about her as she bent down and scratched the wolves bellies, felt the smooth soft fur running through her fingers.….What would any of her friends think of her…. God forbid these ghosts ever get video equipment. She felt herself spasm down low at the thought….’oh my god, how far have a sunk….’ Filmed…wanting it, finding it enticed her. The wet tongue running across her lips blissfully ended the tormenting thoughts, her mind submitting to the body….letting it take over, the beast within rising to the fore to play and be played with. As the beast rises within, she scents them, the metallic tang of earth and the heavier scent of fur…of pack. She knows that they had fed on something warm and live…blood…just last night. Even that excites her, feels the tug to smell and share the taste of it. Feels suddenly attached to them in some strange way, knows what they want of her, and is willing to pay the price…for there is man within the beasts….humanity buried someplace, yearning to be set free once again. If only it were in my power she thinks…but only for a moment.

The shadows were getting stronger, more of them had a voice to lend to the effort… the effort of debasing the young slave… of showing she had only one value to them all. Gapes with open mouth, stunned as the sounds from so many foreign throats call to her. They can speak…yet they haven’t, not to her…Shania begins to feel the fear rise up. Slaves are not talked too, are they but talked about?

They call out to her, guiding her to do what they will her to do with a slave’s body. To entertain them in anyway the master would choose. Watching as she crawls over the warm furry body to bring its heavy blunt prick into her mouth. Between the master’s crud gestures and the crud language of the audience she knows this is one of the things they want. The Fear of not giving them what they want goes hand in hand with the pleasure she will feel by giving in to the wolves. They laugh and whistle while her tongue plays over the wide shaft. None of them can see the single tear as it slowly rolls down upon her cheek, hidden from view by her long blonde hair. Hair that hangs over her face, gives privacy of a sort.

The host screams at her, her hair spilling forward and hiding the view. She pulls the hair back, wiping away the wetness upon her cheek with the same move, letting the host watch her tongue play across the flesh…watch it as she takes the head within her mouth and sucks upon its velvety length. The flesh so soft and smooth, only the veins that feed its hardness standing like ribs upon its surface. The host screams for her to take it fully, deep throating the beast before her. Slowly she pushes her mouth over the large cock, forcing it deeper into her throat all the while threatening to gag. Finally she reaches the base of his shaft through nothing by shear determination and quickly pulls back, a single soft retching that she forces back down.

Bodies move against one another. Her body revels in the sensation of soft fur rubbing against her nipples, golden rings growing warmer as her nipples grow and skin tightens upon her full hanging breasts. Even her essence becomes entwined in the wolves…the crowd slowly slipping away in the early morning haze. She concentrates on pleasuring the wolves; of feeling them work her, their own tongues and bodies touching hers.

Wiggling her hips as the long rough tongue glides over her lips…the lips between her legs, she sighs in pleasure of its wet rough surface. Feels it pull upon the rings that hold her clit, the wetness of the tongue, the warming slickness of metal, the movement of skin all conspiring to center her concentration, to keep herself from coming too quickly. She loses herself to the pleasure being given and gotten, loses herself in the essence of the two wolves as they work their magic upon her. The ribbons of metaphysical power bend slightly to encircle the porch as they flow down the main street of town, the course temporarily altered. Yet no one notices as all eyes are glued to the stage that a young blonde girl performs upon with the beasts of old. No one notices as the girl begins to draw the energy inward in the troughs of passion

Power crackles like a tender caress across her skin. The power of the wolves rolls from them in waves, she is suddenly aware of which is the stronger of the two, distinctly. Her own power answers, she sends it outwards, caressing the lycanthropes with it, pushing back till she engulfs all three of them in a warm nest. The Noise of the crowd growing more distant as the heat spreads inside her… spreads all the way to her fingers and toes. She feels the second tongue whirl around her anus bud, feels it slither between her ass cheeks and push. A part of her gasps as muscle relaxes, forcing the cock in her mouth to vibrate on her tongue before she takes it fully again, sucking it in till it tickles the back of her throat.

A tongue worms its way deep inside her pussy, passes the ribbed entrance, laps at the warmth and wetness within her. The crowd completely forgotten now, as the sensation of fur travels up her back…then the large hard head presses against her sphincter. It pushes against the tight closed muscles, pushes hard as it works it way slowly into her ass. Groaning, willing the muscles to relax and allow the hard shaft within her. There is pain…pain followed by pleasure as she continues to bob up and down on the shaft in her mouth. Like the jaws of the vice, they close upon her, each end pushes towards the center, each end pinned by a long hard shaft. Squirming between them she shudders, shudders as the small orgasm threatens to engulf her body fully.

The wolves bounce inside her, forcing their way deeper, almost working as one to thrust and pin her mouth and ass between them. Shania finds her lips bouncing against the balls of the wolf before her while the slap of balls bounces off her ass. Almost she gags, but she has learned, learned to relax and take the full length, to breathe around the thrusts, timing it….loving the feel. They seem to dance that way for the longest time, the fire growing more solid within.

She withers in the warm fur jacket that surrounds her. Sweat glistens on her skin and runs in small rivulets down her sides. Her nipples caress the soft fur beneath her, arms growing tired, supporting not only her own weight but that of the wolf upon her back. Still she moves, until crying out, no longer able to keep back the rising fire she succumbs to it. Groans gurgle pass the shaft in her mouth, vibrating it, setting in motion the knot of cum that slowly works its way down the shaft. Her pulsing pussy vibrates against the thin membrane that separates the shaft in her ass from her pussy, driving the other wolf towards its own impending orgasm.

Slowly her body collapses upon the wolf below her, the wolf above pushing her down further into the hot furry body. The hot jet of cum fills her mouth as the great beast pushes himself in deeply and strokes himself in and out of her mouth. Cum dribbles down her chin, as she drinks of the wolfs maleness as quickly as she can…still with the hard thrusting behind her, and her quivering pussy it takes all her remaining control to just swallow. Her own eyes glazed over in passion, the pleasure ebbing from her, energy caressing them all. Feed she does, feeds on in a whole new way while the lithe body with its full round breasts jerks and spasms over and over within the wolves vice.

Another howl quickly follows the first as the wolf behind her explodes deep within her ass. The ebbing orgasm gains new strength, shaking her tiny body with its renewed intensity. The crowds yell again, stomping their feet till the porch seems to bounce of its own accord and threatens to collapse. As the wolves withdraw from her she looks at them, sees the human essence that rides deep within. Through eyes glazed in the mist of passion she reaches for that essence, pulls upon it in a last effort, feels the pop next to her, something rolling, as she lets go. Still she feels connected…connected to the four of them never stopping to think of why or the number, the afterglow of passion overriding her mind. Eyes closed, she rolls over on her back like a cat in heat, stretching out her five foot plus frame momentarily gaining the illusion of greater height. Fingers run across her body, feeling the warmth that works up from her skin. She rubs her knees against each other in utter contentment…hands across her face, only then does she open her eyes.

Momentarily she is stunned, the leering faces, the gestures. Many of the shadows gather round her, holding there hard erect cocks and stroking them. Faces wither in demented pain as they stroke themselves…looking upon her beckoning to her to pleasure them as well….she looks about, wondering what is to become of her. Rolling into the perfect stance of the sitting slave….hoping it will be enough, but the master….the master is cruel and will most likely make her service his servants as well….Large feet enter her field of vision, the smiths.

Eyes grow suddenly large and alert, pupils existing solely in a sea of white. There upon the smith’s face dances anger like a like a raging bull preparing to charge. Meaty hands reach forward, and Shania reacts, a quickness she was unaware of.

She turns, wondering what she has done wrong, wondering what the punishment will be. Scampers into a position of full submission…head going down, but not before…not before she notices the two men one to each side in her peripheral vision. She dares not look, dares not incur a greater wrath. That does not however keep her from thinking…where did they come from, who are they? The image slowly fades from her mind, but not before she realizes they are naked, their long cocks slack between their legs. Something moves to each side of her, heavy feet thudding on the timbers at a lurching gate. They leave the porch….my god, she has been performing for men….performing with what they will see as wolves. Shuddering to herself her mind begins to play at the worst case…video cameras capturing it all. Friends, her school mates viewing the images and laughing at her…oh god no, please no. The mind picks up speed and descends upon itself. It takes everything she’s got to keep her fingers straight and splayed instead of balling them up and striking the rough surface she kneels, withering upon in fear.

Pleasure, he knows that feeling, basks in the pleasure she makes him feel. She will be able to perform in that first meeting, a meeting that will show all those that are his servants that he is the master. Even these upstarts that deign to rebel…only one should have been able to shift…slowly and painfully, instead they had surprised him with there power. They had shifted quickly, without pain…something had failed him, now he would have to find another use for them till the next full moon. They might still have a purpose in the training of his slave…might. Still…the anger flared, flared at those that would rebel. The werewolves would all be punished, all of them.

Arms are suddenly yanked upwards forcing Shania to gasp in pain. The smith remains angry…yet his eyes look upon her with praise. Confusion reigns, flows through her head and spins her world. Without further words she faints, falling to the porch in a tangle of limbs.

Awakening she listens to the inner voice as it notes the pleasure, the…dare say…happiness. Looking up the crowd seems to fade as she basks in the pleasure of her master. Butterflies flutter within her stomach, a soft inner caress…she has done well, she is loved and all is good. The smile crosses her face, large and bright, clearly seen even with her face down. Brightness lights up her face, joy upon her eyes. The Red eyes stare back, pleased to see such joy at fulfillment of her duty.

With but a gesture the smith bids her gone….watches as she bows, then twirls on the lithe legs, letting her hips swivel in an act of sultriness that does not go unnoticed. Hands reach for her as the assembled host try to brush her skin as she moves between the masses of shadows. Running then, through the crowd to the shack….yet even it offers no refugee. A large hole left from the removal of the privies door is all that now stands between the shadows and her privacy. The use of the shack takes longer, stage fright from the myriad sets of eyes that gaze at her as her body fights the lack of privacy. Nothing is sacred any longer….nothing is private.

Her green eyes are confused as if her body is responding but her will still resists. She does take her time to eat the food provided... there she murmurs to herself....a momentary hesitation as if in thought … then strolls upon her toes, legs crossing over one another till she reaches a point just in front of the smith, she lowers her head and brings up her arms, crossed at the wrist and fingers spread. The position of standing submission, wrists ready to be tied, hands unable to hold a weapon, free to do with as one pleases. The chair he sits upon once again in the middle of the living room. He smiles, and taps the top of the hand; she flows into the kneeling position of obedience, this time perfect but tense. He stands with her towel in hand and reaching over forces up her head to look him in the eyes. He hands her the towel there in the living room, and gestures. Pleased that once again she will be surprised, taken aback, if she still resists then she could slip up and the punishments begin again.

She smiles back, looks at him though the tops of eyelashes. Holding the towel she backs from the room slowly on her toes, one foot behind the other head still down, hands to the side, graceful and catlike. Energy jumps from her like she needs to be stroked so she can purr within his embrace…soon enough soon enough. He realizes she does not even feel it, this overwhelming need within her. It takes him back to Nefret, his queen of old…so similar. Yet with this one the ball pulses and flares even while she slowly backs from the room. Never before has he seen so much energy in one so human. Her aura’s essence strong and pure filled with a taste of power. Yes pure, something that transcends the physical purity of virginity. His mouth waters, wanting her….perhaps one last test…maybe then.

Shania hurries, not wanting to wait too long before she returns, a flame inside that still wants to burn hot and white, the needs of the body getting in the way of that appointed hour. She only gets to the porch, upon which sits one of the ancient copper bath tubs, filled to the top with cool water. There next to it over the balcony that rings the wooden deck sit some clothes, a black transparent bra and matching see-through panties, black thigh high stockings and a pair of medium heeled black shoes, items bought less than a month before on a dare. Never… never would have thought she would be wearing them for creature’s long dead, parading around for their benefit, her master’s benefit. The idea of the white picket fence, the husband, kids and dog all disappearing, fading, becoming the ghosts that haunt the reality she lives with each day.

She hears the noise behind her and turns, sees the smith easily carrying the one padded chair out onto the porch. He turns and settles his large naked frame into its depths. She continues to look, the bench next to the tub she can't help but notice the toiletries saved from her cases are arranged along with items of make-up upon its wooden top. Over against the wall of the house is the full length mirror, directly at the end of the bath tub.

Smith shows no sign of leaving as he gestures to the various items, settling back instead to watch, still naked, long flaccid cock hanging between parted thighs. Shania blushes as she sees the things she had bought on a dare from her girlfriends, way back in her life before here... "M… master, you want me to bathe ….here?" A nod signifies agreement. She looks about the great outdoors, the two wolves that had so recently slept with her watching from the shade of a building across the way. No, something about them seems different. Still she scans the town. So public, so naked, everywhere she looks she swears she can see the red eyes in the shadows…hidden from the hot sun. So its to be a public bath, the equation tilting yet again….feels then the hidden power of her sex and decides to confront her own demons directly…They want a show, she can do show, not like it has been long since the last one, and that one involved the wolves and sex. This time it comes easier, perhaps because of the morning, perhaps because it is only a bath and they are all animals to her.

Shania stands and goes to the tub, her natural grace adding a sensual ness to her moves as she begins to bathe... at first she is tense, knowing the eyes follow her every move, but slowly she begins to tease with her bath... her hands caressing her body. Tension fading…letting the beast within her come up, feeling it wiggle against her skin, helping her move like a great cat. ‘Let them suffer with desire’ she thinks to herself, perhaps a small measure of revenge in the open displays the master has forced upon her today. Begging to enjoy herself, making sure that the eyes watch, looking out every once in a while. Movement, she looks and the breath catches in her throat. Human males watch from the windows of the inn. So they are here, not an over active imagination…she shudders at the thought. Is her master putting her on display? Why… is he going to give her to them…sell her? The fear of what others will think builds within once again followed by the fear of being sold and having to leave. Yet, there is something else as well…something deep in a secret place now reveals itself, builds, titillating, promising in its potential.

It is a test, a test by her master to decide if she is worthy, capable. There is nothing she has ever failed at in her life. If they want to be here, as uncomfortable as it makes her feel she will not let them bother her. Wrapping the desire for life, to live about her she casts the fear slowly aside…grows more wonton in her use of her body. Damn them, make them wish they were here beside her….she has power, every female slave has power, understanding surfacing, showing in every sensuous move she makes. She will show them.

She lifts one long leg as she shaves it smooth, so very smooth, then oils it with the lotions provided.... then shifting to the other leg, following the steps, posing, running her hands up its entire length. Trying hard to tease the audience with each move, each shift of weight, bringing up a whole new train of thought. Quivering slightly, feeling a growing heat, will he play, will they play? The answer must be yes, after all she is a plaything, and the master should be the one that decides how his slave as adorned…is that not the game, the way it is played?

Gently she soaps her pussy, making it into a show as she slides her long thin fingers over herself. She stands and lifts a leg, gold glittering in the shadows cast by the sun, offering the razor to her master. The smith shakes his head slightly in deferment. A slight shifting of the hips, “Master, your slave wishes to have you decide how she is to be decorated.” Movement then, an affirmation of sorts as he shrugs, uses a large callused hand to place her foot on the pad of the chair between his thighs, taking the razor in his other to shave the offered mound of Venus. The slave is correct and oh so smart in giving him the right to adorn her as he sees fit. Shaving carefully and slowly, watching the enjoyment splash across her face as his hands move over her slit. He pushes a single finger into her wet hole, pinning her in place. He rubs the oil over her newly shaved mound, his hard calloused hands stroking the soft flesh, while his large cock thickens and stirs. Shaved and oiled he removes his finger from within her and places it into her mouth. Sucking sounds fill the air as the show continues. Finally, he gives her a simple gesture, followed by a slap to the ass, allowing her to leave and continue. Her eyes sparkle as she withdraws from his hands….as the red hand print upon her bottom begins to fade. She looks over her shoulder at the window in the inn…finds it empty.

Shania moves back to wash her long silky blonde hair and rinse, then steps out dripping and slowly dries off, teasing, watching as the smith reacts, his length and width slowly growing. A smile widens inside, sends a flutter through her as realization hits that this thing, this former man finds her desirable, pretty, sexy. Can feel the sensations crawl across her skin. The thought scares her some, but also makes her want to explore the feelings, the abilities just a bit more. Tossing the towel aside she reaches for her perfume.

With but a single finger she dabs the perfume behind her ears, at the edge of the golden collar... between her breasts... the inside of her thighs.... watching the reaction of the smith, lingering with each touch longer than necessary, drawing out the actions till they scream of something more. Watches as he grows, his shaft flexing slightly. Slowly she pulls on the sheer panties, the thong fitting between her firm ass cheeks...turning and riding her finger down the fabric between the cheeks, ensuring it is in place. With a quick snap it bounces against her, settling itself to divide the sexy orbs of her ass. Turning once again, so that the smith will get the full effect, she reaches behind her, thrusting the high riding breasts forwards till they stand like upturned bells upon her chest. She hooks on her bra… rolls it upwards over her mounds suggestively with her hands, somehow now a bit small, barely holding her breasts, the cool golden rings trapped against her skin beneath the sheer lacy fabric… sitting she slowly pulls on the black stockings smoothing them to a silky snug fit... then standing she bends and slips on one heel then the other. He stops her then with a gesture, has her take the clothes back off as seductively as she has put them on. Gestures to the makeup…she will understand that it will be put on before the cloths, keeping her naked for the longest time, to be enjoyed…

Still standing, Shania begins to apply the makeup... more daring then she has done ever before... heightening her beauty, reddening her lips. Each bottle used, is catalogued for future reference. The highlights to her eyes, the thickening of her lashes….all for him. A final touch of rouge upon her checks, giving them the glow of stimulation, takes a little and spreads it upon the upper curve of her breasts. Stands and looks into the mirror, pleased with herself. What would the boys back home think?

Beginning over with the clothes, this time the stockings first, still feeling her nakedness as she bends and pulls up each leg, making sure that as she bent over he could see the pink wetness between her thighs. A final smoothing with both hands fingers splayed against her flesh as she drags them from bottom to top. Smiling as she sees the heavy cock twitch and grow firmer. Runs just her index finger along the tops of the hose, close to her mound, almost touching it.

She gathers up the bra next, putting it on, the pink nubs of her aroused nipples hard against the shear black fabric, the glint of gold clear beneath it. Last she pulls up the shear thong, wiggling it into the crack of her ass, slowly adjusting it into place and then turning around to display herself for her master, smiling at the firmness of his cock, its length and girth full and proud.

The blacksmith part of the entity watches closely, measuring the girl's movements. In Atlantis they also applied paints to enhance beauty, wore filmy garments, but there was something about this girl, more than the unfamiliar clothes, a natural sensuality to her that hadn’t been there only a couple of days ago. It went far beyond the cloths and makeup, it was the movements, the innate knowledge that each move would entice, would exude the sexuality and her desire for pleasure. The grace and fluidity, like she was a great cat, showing herself off for the benefit of a future mate. She was waking to her potential as a woman, flexing her powers... whether to please him, or to fool him was unimportant. Whatever she was doing, was working. And for it to affect him it had to be more than an act, it had to be mirrored by an inner heat in the small girl swaying before him. His eyes watched every movement, adjusting to the nature of the new garments, a new form of arousal, her heady scent mixing with clean smell of strawberries. A scent filled with her pheromones that caused his cock to grow full and hard in appreciation. Every sense could vouch for her desire, the scent of strawberries and sex arose to the nostrils. Taste, it didn’t change now, had remained full of promise from the saltiness of her skin to the sweet nectar of her cum.

Then there was her skin so soft and full of promise, wanting, no begging to be touched. Not unlike silk…she deserved the touch of silk upon her, contrasting with the touch of leather. Yes, he would dress her from now on…cloth would be needed, the tailor was the best he had ever found, and he could do this figure justice. Her voice and laugh bubbled forth to send waves of pleasure to reinforce his. Of course, the most valuable of the senses…sight….even now she retained the wholesome innocence, the softness of the woman to be molded to ones body. Her curves enticed, and as she learned to use those curves the enticement ran deeper, cutting like a knife upon ones soul.

The entity gestures for his slave to walk around the porch, displaying herself for him and the watching eyes, the lines of her slender legs accentuated by heels, adding a sashay to the hips that only heals can…sensual, sexual, promising movements that will bring great pleasure once bedded. Breasts bob slightly, showing pink and gold through the flimsy fabric.... more gold glowing through delicate panties. As the girl moves with a grace of training almost as if to music, she keeps her eyes down, her face partly hidden by her drying hair. With a gesture, he positions the girl to stand in front of himself, facing away, taps upon the legs till the feet rest parted slightly wider than her shoulders. He runs his hands across her ass, pressing it, molding it, enjoying the firmness of the curves, the fullness. Gently he pushes her forward at the back, all the while keeping his other hand between her legs, cupping her….enticing her to bend. Shania responds, bending at the waist, keeping her legs straight. As she bends she moves her hands along her legs, sliding down the black stockings till she reaches her ankles, wrapping fingers around them. Hair hangs loosely about her head, framing it in a blonde halo that gently sways with the breeze. Each gesture emphasis his desire for her to hold that pose while his eyes rove over firm pale buttocks, curved sex barely hidden by transparent material, the slit clearly visible, held at the top by twin rings and the line of her clit raised against the taut material, breasts upturned and seen between slender legs. The beauty stirs him, his cock responding fully, bouncing as he sits as watches her. She can have no doubts as to her effect on men. He catches her eyes watching his, smiles for her benefit as a new idea springs from his mind.

He gets up then takes her to the mirror and has her bend over again, has her look through her own legs to see what he sees. His voice, male and full of lust filled desire speaks to her. “Slave, see carefully what I see….I see an ass, full and round, able to take a mans thrust, catch a mans eye. A wet slit, promising to pleasure and quench the flames of desire in its folds, adorned with gold to show its full value in that endeavor….do you not see your own value as a slave…each part of your body designed to bring happiness to a master?” She shudders as the first words her has ever spoken praise her body. As he watched her eyes began to sparkle, even as they traveled over her body, listening to his words of praise. “You have the tools, you but need practice in the use of them and no man would be able to turn you down…would beg to return to your embrace. I dare say you might even be able to entice a woman or two…” eyebrows raised to that…watched the reaction. Even he enjoyed watching a pairing, fucking them while they pleasured one another….”Yes….it is true. Your breasts, the fullness, the firmness, Have I not sought pleasure between them…” Shania blushes and trembles slightly... a feeling of... of sluttiness... in a way of power.... that she could arouse with just her movement and body... heady ... the knowledge making her wet as her pussy quivers beneath the sheer fabric.

He moves her back with him again as he settles into to the chair, knowing the knowledge of her look is ingrained in her mind. The Smith leans forward, fingers smoothing over silky fabric, running down over the girl's sex, feeling it heating up with a sense of satisfaction... a natural slave-slut getting hot displaying herself to her owner. Fingers press the material between easily parted lips, feeling it dampen, thumb running over the twin rings. Shania shivers at the touch then slides her feet a bit wider, knees slightly bent, opening herself... a subtle shift that lifts her hips... pivots them over his touch, as she moans softly... "Master, you like me like this?" Fear beneath the voice…what she fears he can not be certain off, but it is like a drug to him and catalyst for his actions.

The smith smacks her bottom sharply, the hand print red against her pale flesh, a response that could mean anything or nothing, then reaches one hand between the girl's parted legs, finding the upturned swell of her breast and massaging it through the thin bra. The pain of the slap mixes with the pleasure of the caress, touching something deep within her. With the other hand he slides a finger into the panties, easing them to one side and exposing her sex. He is pleased to note the girl holding her position without restraints as a finger slides along her slit, opening her lips and dabbling in the wetness, finding the clit and pressing over the hood ring, moving it up and down over the hardening nub. Shania’s pussy quivers as it tightens... lifting her head a bit she moans, teases herself by holding back the orgasm. He is pleased by the gesture, something that she will have to learn to do if she is to progress to the 8^th circle. Even now, her ability to progress evident in that one action, showing what a perfect sex slave she will eventually make.

A strong hand keeps massaging the firm breast, the cool golden ring tight against the palm as a thick finger slides slowly into her pussy, moving that hand so the thumb rests on her clit and sinking the finger deep inside, drawing back slowly then adding a second finger, beginning to shaft slowly into the tight wet cunt. The young girl tenses as she strains not to move, her pussy quivering and gripping hard as her nipples seem to harden... a deep moan of passion and need escaped her full red lips, "Please Master fuck me... hard." Watches as her knuckles go white with the grip upon her ankles, her eyes clenched shut as if to drive the sense of touch higher in precedence.

The smith adds a third thick finger, stretching the little pussy as they ease inside, thrusting in and out slowly while the trailing thumb rubs over her protruding clit and the other hand squeezes her breast rhythmically, causing Shania to orgasm hard, almost falling. The fingers within her and the hand upon her breast the only thing that steadies her as her legs threaten to buckle. Still the fire rides her, not satisfied yet…wanting to be fucked, hard and fast….need growing with each delay. He slides the fingers slowly out as the orgasm fades, not wanting to use up her desire too much, tapping her so that she turns around, then gesturing for her to kneel, between his legs this time.

Shania turns and flows to her knees perfectly, facing her master, her eyes lowered once again in the perfect stance of obedience. The entity reaches forwards, pulling the bra down to expose one breast, feeling between her legs to make sure her pussy is still exposed, then gathering moisture from it with his fingers and pressing them to her mouth, between her lips, making her taste herself, watching with satisfaction as she licks his fingers clean. But no, not only licking them clean but making a show of it…a long slow show, teasing, of promises to come. The fingers clean, glistening in her saliva, he places a single finger under her chin to tilt it up slightly, catching her eye and gesturing at the hard length of his cock, then leaning back on the chair to enjoy her labors.

Shania licks the finger then leans to kiss the cock. Its length and girth still take getting used to. Still amazes her she has held it within her, swallowed its length with both her pussy and her mouth. “My master has a wonderful cock…thank you master.” He smiles; she hasn’t yet seen his cock yet…only his servants. Soon enough he will see the fear in her eyes…fear that will grow to pleasure if she can take him. With each passing day, the day of reckoning grows closer.

She brings a hand up grasping the monster between his legs. Gently, his hand closes on her wrist, pulling it back down and clasping her hands together behind her back. She looks up then, looks into his eyes; the pat of his hand upon her own hands clasped together is all that is needed. Understanding and comprehension glows in her eyes…with time faith in her ability will show as well…perhaps after this demonstration. “Master….may I try to deep throat you?” Eyes sparkle in anticipation. Something has changed, something within her as he sees he joy it brings her to even request it of him. He gestures, wondering just how much she has learned of the technique.

Now, using just her mouth she licks long shaft with her hot tongue. Starts at its tip and works her way down its underside, licking and playing until she comes to the soft sack that holds the family jewels. Licks them, then takes one fully into her mouth sucks it, looking upwards for any sign she is doing well, is rewarded with a soft sigh, a flutter along the smiling mouth. The ball swells and rolls within her mouth, she finds enjoyment in the sensation and the emotions it causes in the large ghost sitting before her. Emotions she can almost taste upon her tongue. With even greater relish she works her way up the hard shaft. Watches, senses the change in the man and then sucks the growing head into her red lips tugging it a bit, her tongue swirling over it while it jerks a bit at the feel of her lips. The smith sits comfortably, watching her kneel between his legs, one breast exposed and her panties pulled aside, the clothing appearance and feel deliberately intended to make her look like a slut… feel like a slut, as her mouth sucks the hard cock, hands still held at her back, just like a slut.

Shania kneels in front of the big blacksmith; her knees wide as she licks on the big cock her hands still in the proper position. Her red lips kiss the tip of the soft cock, her tiny tongue swirling over the head then trying to push into the hole in its tip. The smith’s expression goes blank; gives her no clue as to his degree of satisfaction with her performance, eyes watching her steadily, only the twitching cock giving any clue to his responses. Silky blonde hair hangs loose, caressing his hard thighs as she sucks more of the hardening cock into her mouth, barely able to handle its size now.

“ MMmmNBNghafa” Shania’s hot tight mouth slides farther down the big cock head pressing against the back of her throat, the angle wrong for a true deep throat. He changes his expression, showing happiness when she is doing well…displeasure when she is not. If she is to learn then she must be taught. Her eyes widen sparkle when his show happiness to her. Redoubling her efforts she watches beneath her eyelashes, watches as she plays with the cock with in her mouth. The smith feels his cock expanding towards it's full size, thickening between the soft lips, patting the roof of her mouth as it jerks up in response to her attentions. A slightly rough tongue slides under the shaft then swirls over the top as she pulls back, then sliding forward she gently bites the sensitive sides of the cock head, teasing as she learns.

With it now hard and full she slides her lips around and over its velvety surface, pushing upwards…letting it slide inward, wet and slick from the saliva of her mouth. Changing the angel of her head she pushes her face against the resistance from her tight mouth and throat. Still she endeavors to force the long thick shaft up her throat, learning to relax and breathe around it. The first time she withdraws ready to wretch upon the master’s lap. ‘Not the best move’ she thinks to herself. Plunging downwards again a little further…till the gag reflex hits, forcing her to back off till he bounces within her mouth. Yet again the young blonde moves downwards, determined, forcing her self to relax as she feels the broad tip move into her throat. Continuing to descend she finds herself able to breath around the large object lodged within her…still she moves inexorably forwards till her lips great the base of his shaft, touching the abdomen walls. A small quiver moves within her throat, she wills the gag reflex down and then slowly exhales by humming. The thick shaft vibrates to her ministrations, her ears hearing the harsh exhale of air as she begins to back all the way off, till only the tip remains against her lips. ‘They always said third times a charm’…Pleased with herself she moves downwards again, dancing on the shaft, sucking hard so hard that her checks collapse against the passing skin of the wonderful phallus within her mouth. Slowly downwards she continues till once again she touches the base, forcing her tongue tip beyond her stretched lips to flick at the sack containing the smith’s balls. Then off again. Senses the Smith’s desire rapidly rising as his hips echo the thoughts with his own push…senses the need to go faster, harder.

She brings up her hands; this time he does nothing to stop her. Warm hands tease along the thick shaft, then stroke slowly up and down as her head moves in a counter to her hands. She hums deep in her throat sending vibrations through the thick shaft as her red lips clamp hard, her cheeks caving a bit as she applies suction to go with the sensations. No longer does she go as deep, making it up with her hands but moving so much faster. Feeling him reaching the point of no return, she slows down; changing the pace and the touch…only to start over once he begins to relax. Smiling, she enjoys the teasing, the power that she has. ‘Men’, she thinks, ‘so predictable…how long can she play with him before he begs her to finish….a woman’s power…’ A small laugh rolls over the thick dick within her mouth, quivering about it, teasing it more. Not only has she learned to give a good blow job, but she has learned her power, one no master can take away.

The entity looks down, studying hard....something is going beyond just pleasing him…like she has gone elsewhere… there is something in the way the head is held, a sense of value that goes beyond what a slave should feel.... a sense of power maybe.... the girl was a bit too full of herself… that needed thought…followed by action, a need to break a bad habit before it become too strongly ingrained in her….

One hand reaches forward to massage the big balls, squeezing them.... then again even stronger, in a way painful if it could really feel pain in this form. Then she hums again sending shivers down the big cock and up the spine, even to the possessing thing... something in her realizing in a way the power a female has over men. It grows from the actions of her display in the mirror, builds inside…a different kind of warmth, that chance to turn the tables, make her master the slave where it truly mattered. The smith watches silently, refraining from any comment, just seeing how the girl handles herself... Her mouth is talented and his cock aches from her ministrations. But there is that nagging doubt still. Was she beginning to feel she was in control?

Shania teases and sucks slowly, dragging out the pleasure, keeping at bay the building heat of the balls with firm hard squeezing and her one hand tight, vice-like around the base as she shifts her head and licks the whole shaft, her hot breath caressing as she nibbles to the big hairless balls then sucks one into her mouth, her tongue swirling over it teasing it.... then she hums deep sending deep vibrations into the big balls and deep in to the blacksmith. Senses his pleasure, feels it….and something else deeper….something not quite right.

The entity thinks back over the past few days as his cock twitches to each lap of her tongue. Where was the error? Because the longer this goes on the surer he is that there was an error. This girl may act slavishly, but she doesn't feel it any more. She has come full circle. She may wear the collar with pride, but not the pride of an owned slave.... the pride of one who feels indispensable… important…capable of tormenting the man until he begs for release…it is what she does…teasing and then stopping as she feels it. A part of him applauds her for what she has so quickly learned…another circle gained, but the failure greatly outweighs it. The pride, the arrogance, it must be dealt with….she is his toy, for his benefit..

Shania hums sending deep vibrations into the big balls, shifting to the other ball as her hands stroke the big shaft hard, then gently changing patterns, teasing and almost playing with the cock. The shaft bounces, feeling his pleasure with her touch, trying to brush aside the nagging doubt that all is not well with each effort. It is not just the smith…something else is here as well, enjoying the sensations…but not a full part of them.

The entity smiles inwardly.... So she mistook concern for weakness? She thinks to use a position on her knees to rule with time because he moved too fast in letting her know her value? Well, that remained to be seen.... Once that Atlantean queen had made the same mistake. But only once....

With a course of action decided, the smith relaxes fully, allowing the girl a small moment, enjoying the irony of having her giving him a far better blow job because she feels in control and powerful. Shania hums and sucks on the balls then licks and nibbles (even bites gently) her way back up the shaft and in one move takes him once again deeply into her tight hot mouth, feels her lips at the base of him.... humming again, vibrating the entire shaft as her hands squeeze and tease his balls. She feels the man relax and her lips curl a bit as she sucks her way back off…teases now, her mouth and hands learning quickly. Shania hums her red lips clamped around the base from either side, her hands stroking the rest of the thick shaft.

The smith focuses all his attentions on the throbbing cock, the small mouth and hands teasing it, seeking to control him through his lusts. “You do well for one not yet trained…perhaps you think of yourself as an expert?” He watches her expression, the doubt that begins to cloud those green eyes. “Ah, so maybe you are not what you think?...Perhaps I should teach you…is the slave willing to learn?”

“Master, the slave wishes to be the best, to give back to her master eh pleasure he deserves.”

“Well said slave, you shall have your wish”, with a low inward chuckle the man reaches out a large hand, twining the silky blonde hair into a fist and gripping tight, forcing her to hold the big cock deep in her mouth, unmoving. “I will have you as I wish…my little slave slut”, he waits until sure he has the girl's attention, waits while the pride leaves her face, replaced by fear, then holding her head tightly controlled by the grip on her hair, and holding his cock steady with his own hand, he begins to move her head back and forth, forcing her mouth to move up and down on the head, feeling the tip touch the back of her throat every time her mouth is forced down onto the swollen cock. This time she gags, no longer relaxed, forced to work at his speed…forced to learn his rhythm…if she is really good she will learn to relax and do what she has done with him in control.

Shania moans as she is forced up and down unable to resist... not really trying, just using her tongue and lips and mouth to tease the big cock and head... humming then stopping, her hands falling away to go behind her back again, part of her falling into the slave yet part of her still trying to control what is happening to her. Her long blonde hair lies silky over the groin and thighs of the blacksmith mostly hiding her pretty face. The room grows early quite, only the wet slurping sounds and an occasional hum disturb the silence.

The entity begins to use the young girl’s mouth relentlessly, sliding it up and down the bulbous head of his cock, letting the little blonde girl know she is being used... the first of her new lessons.... she may provoke desire but she would learn to serve those desires not try to control them. The desire was very real of course... it was impossible to ignore the sensuality contained in that small body… and all the more valuable once she truly learned her place. She would learn to serve the masters pleasure, to find her own in doing so. Shania hums and her tongue swirls as she starts to resist a bit more at the hard pace, the almost brutal way he is using her mouth. But the smith keeps on implacably, ignoring the resistance as though it were that of a child, sliding the soft mouth faster and faster, allowing the sensations to build, feeling the head of his cock swell more, the balls tighten rigidly as they prepared to release.

Shania tries to pull back but can’t, her red lips tight around the thick cock as the big head spreads her throat more with each thrust, painfully, almost as if it is preparing her mouth and throat. Hands now come from behind her back and push on the chair on each side of the blacksmith trying to stop the movement within her mouth.... somehow this wasn’t the way it was to go.... yet somehow it is the way she wants it to go too. The smith drives the golden head down onto his cock again and again, knowing there must be pain now but not concerned. The girl would learn… her pain was secondary to his own pleasure.... far, far secondary. With each penetration the cock head lodges in the tight throat, no longer relaxed as the fear overcomes pride and technique. The red lips spread wider as he channels more bulk into the shaft violating her mouth. Smiles as her lips bounce against the base of his shaft each thrust now pushing himself into her tight throat.

Shania’s minds struggles with too many sensations and thoughts that tumbled and swirl until she just gives in, a part (smaller then it had been) rationalizing that it is all she can do... give in and hope for help. She whimpers under the assault with her red lips trembling now, no longer teasing or humming her tongue trying to ease the path as the big cock slides in and out never fully leaving her hot mouth. With the submission, she relaxes, allowing the cock to move more freely….allowing her to breath around its large head. No longer do her arms and hands grasp the chair, falling away they rest beside her body…tension gone. The big man pulls down her head one more time then holds it firmly in place, the cock’ tip pressing down the girl's throat and twitching. Then it happens... the shaft swells again and fluid pumps upwards, jetting from the tip, he pulls back so that it floods the girl's mouth. Shania gags as she swallows and swallows, her cheeks expanding from the hot load and then the white cum dripping from around her tight red lips. She feels the cool gold rings, one hanging freely, tugging on her nipple, the other held by her bra and pressed against the sensitive areola, shivering at the feel of her clit held by the twin gold rings that seem so cool against her heated body.

The smith ignores the squirms as the girl tries to move away, holding her hair, moving her lips over his cock again as secondary bursts of cum shoot into her mouth, then finally releasing her to let her kneel back again, watching her silently, waiting. Shania slumps back the cum dripping from her mouth onto her chest and breasts, her position wrong, her knees close together, her hands limp by her sides as she whimpers softly still swallowing but also trying to gasp in breaths of air. Hard eyes look down at her with little expression.

"Not bad ... slave, you will learn to savor the taste, the texture, not wanting a single drop to be wasted, to perish."

Shania’s head raises, her green eyes wide unsure of herself or what is really to be expected. Then she gulps, as if her memory serves, the weight of gold upon her neck. A change of posture as she assumes the proper position as she had been shown... perfectly held... almost with pride. Her body shivers still at the inhuman sound of the voice that seems to still hang in the still hot air. The entity meets her gaze before the eyes lower.

"You still have a lot to learn, slave." Eyes move down to her mouth, the lipstick smeared now "Clean me up.... Then clean yourself up." Shania nods, then slides forward, her tongue licking and swirling to clean cum from the still hard cock and balls. Playing with its rigid surface, sliding forward down the shaft, all the way to the base, pushing it deep into her throat then pressing her tongue hard along the underside of the cock she pulls back, sucking hard. The last of the cum travels up the long shaft and into her mouth. Sloshing the cum about in her mouth she tastes it, feels the sticky texture and swallows. Looks up and see the Smith watching her intently…”Master, I….the slave was enjoying your taste.”

He smiles down at her, watches as she finishes licking the cum from his body. Shania then stands and backs up on her toes, head down, to the still warm water of the copper tub to clean her face and hair, first running her finger across the wetness, scooping it up and licking it off suggestively. Smiling as she begins to make the entire process fraught with actions meant to entice, to reinvigorate the smith. She looks upon her upper body, seeing a dribble of cum on the shear surface of the bra, upon her naked breast on the other side. She looks over at the sitting smith, seductively removing the bra. Her own needs have gone unmet, the fire still burns inside….showing itself in every action, every move. The smith nods slightly as he watches her do as she has been told.

With her body clean, she moves back to reapply the lipstick that makes her lips so red and pouty then flows to kneel at her 'masters' feet, her breasts bare the gold rings hanging coolly from her hard firm nipples. The smith looks down.... "Take off the other garment. I wish to see all of your jewelry." The girl stands and slides the thong down her long slim legs, till it hits the ground… she steps each leg wider, looking though them, watching for any indication of his pleasure. She stands once again and turns facing the smith, waiting then as she looks at the 'blacksmith' to see if he meant these too, she starts to slide down a stocking.

He gestures impatiently to leave the stockings, then red eyes seem to glow with cool fire as they light upon the collar, then each of the four rings in turn. At the look, cool gold turns icy, almost burning with cold. "A small reminder."

Shania gasps her eyes widening as the rings send icy shivers into her, almost numbing ... making her nipples ache her clit throb. "M… master... soo cold… it hurts…" She kneels again, properly still but aquiver... shivering. The entity's eyes meet hers, almost but not quite laughing.

"A slave complains too much.... considers herself too much....too valuable”, lets the words echo in the slaves mind. Watching ever movement for the nuances that will show the lesson learned.

Shania gulps and keeps her eyes lowered. She shivers from the icy cold that hurts her nipples and almost burns, thighs quiver from the numbing ache in her clit and hood that makes her body tense. Desperately she wants to close the legs, to bring her arms around her and try to stave of the cold that grips her sensitive parts. However, she keeps the position, water welling in her eyes at the cold pain. The smith stands up and moves away from her, sorting out a short black top, cut by the tailor from one of her shirts to just expose the underswells of her breasts, a short denim skirt, again modified by the tailor to come but an inch below her bottom, no underwear but the stockings. He picks up the black leather boots as well, brings them to her….

"I go now. Get dressed. I will be back some time later….maybe" A wade of clothing thumped between her wide spread knees, “you will wear this….Prepare yourself, and await my return.”

She waited but a moment, waited from him to turn and walk away before she took the clothing, denim skirt, cut off shirt, boots… What would she entertain today? Standing, she went into the house, following the ghostly apparition of the smith. Red eyes watched hoping for their own chance, her failure, and their joy in participating in yet another lesson. As he turns to leave the coldness fades, becomes no more than a cool reminder, a constant sensation that won't allow her to forget the jewelry. Shania nods and stands to start dressing, gasping aloud, still shivering from the cold.

“Yes… yes master." The burly figure walks out of the back door, leaving her alone.

Shania pulls on the top and skirt then waits several minutes and slowly goes to look outside the door. The street seems deserted but for the ever present hints of redness, the watching eyes. She hugs herself, more to warm her body from the previous coolness than for comfort. She was trying….trying to do good. Did she have no power over these creatures? And what of the men, she had not seen them again. It has to be a test….everything is a test. Finally she gets up and goes to the porch to wait.

She sits, as she has been taught, upon the porch waiting, the early morning sun casting long shadows on the desert landscape, the mountains rising just outside the house. The gold cool against her skin reminds her of her use. The cool air of the desert morning bites into her flesh, reminding her of where she is. Playing across her near nakedness the clothing really covering nothing, small breezes, touching, caressing, and reminding her of what she is. Modesty abandoned, meaningless anyway. Red eyes watching…. Waiting…. Anticipating…

For a modern girl, the tedium takes on new meaning, still she holds the pose. Her mind races, even as her body sits in stillness. Thoughts cascade through one another as fear grows, fear of abandonment, of loss. The day grows warm, then hot as the shadows shrink…how many hours has she sat….At long last the smith approaches, gleaming red eyes on an insubstantial form, she casts her gaze down so as not to offend the master, seeing the outline barely visible of his feet shuffle forward. “Master”, she says in acknowledgement, “what would you have your slave do today?”

She waits upon the porch, submission, waiting for the next instructions as the smith watches. He walks over and cups her chin in one large hand lifting it. Green eyes meet red ones, delicate and full painted red lips parted, “Today is very special, You will please me again.”

Pride flared within her, “yesss master, thank you, your slave will please you”

He noted the reaction in her eyes, something new, like his queen of old when she ruled, the slave might still need more training…yes, all slaves had worth, it was not good if they thought themselves too worthy. The statement thought the words were right ... no hint of self, perhaps... so close. Soon he would posses her like no other. Till then, he moved with the smith, one short test before he gave her a measure of freedom.

“Stand, remove the clothing and go to the couch, lay upside down upon the seat, so that I may see all of you and have access to you as I stand.”

“Yes master”, she gets up, muscles protesting the long time in a single stance, and then recovering quickly, moves with grace and energy to do her masters bidding. Feels for the inner core of sensuality, pulls it out into her every move…feels it then, surprised at what she can do, what she can feel, knowing she is moving differently. Dutifully done, she places herself on the couch, hoping it is right, hoping that he sees her as desirable. Her head hangs over the edge, blood rushing into it turning her pretty face red, ass against the back of the couches top frame, legs hanging over the back. Uncomfortable as it bows her back out, forcing her weight against the base of the neck. The smith advances, and looks down upon her. She can see him towering over her slight frame, looked up straining her slender neck muscles to see what was to happen. A small surge of heat, anticipation, knowing once again she is in his control and vulnerable.

She sees his huge cock, standing straight and high; wants it inside her, to feel it splitting her tight hole, filling her completely. Her hips move as her body tries to work its way closer to the object of desire. Each small movement makes her up ended tits jiggle as they fall upwards onto her shoulders. She is unfurled for all to see, all to use. Her excitement grows in anticipation of serving the masters pleasure and that of his minions. She knows now that they will drive her into a lust filled haze of pleasure. She splits her long slender legs wide, willing the smith to fill her. The gold rings still cool against her skin, not yet heating, hands not yet touching it, warming them. She can already feel her clit standing on end, the lower gold ring now pressed against its shaft.

Other red eyes looked on hungrily; he gave the word, seven, a magic number of power, sets of eyes moved forward.

Shadowy hands clasping legs, spreading them wide, wider than even she had moved her dancer’s body. Her legs folded into the splits pinned back against the couch back, lower than her ass and pussy. She felt the other red eyes, hands moving to each of the rings upon her breasts and cruelly tugging them, the metal heating slightly, warming her. A slight yelp leaves her lips, mouth opening only to have a thick member roughly thrust into it, forcing it open further, pushing in. Two more male organs flop into her hands – one each, she works her fingers over their swollen forms, bringing the balls to her palm, squeezing gently, fondling, it was almost too much to keep track of as the large cock banged into her mouth, each thrust bringing it to the rear of her throat. Her ability to learn from the previous lessons evident as she quickly changed her breathing. The Shadow’s hands, no longer as bony as they had originally felt, work her flesh, teasing it. Slowly hands play across her flesh, soon centering on her breasts, gently massaging and kneading the full firm mounds, then suddenly, teasing nipples with a final painful pull on one ring then the other. Yet she can feel the heat growing within her. Within her the pain and pleasure mixes in one coalescing feeling of pleasure. She marvels in the depth of her mind at this new piece of knowledge. How ever did she become such a turned on slut to the sexual depravations of shadows. Every touch sends a message along nerves that stoke the fire in her system.

Her lips pull tight around the shaft fucking her mouth as she moans, her throat vibrating and her lips quivering... a small orgasm rolls through her pussy, a larger one beginning to build within her. With each penetration of her mouth the cock head lodges in the tight throat, the lips spread wider as the shadow’s penis violating her mouth begins to swell.

She has already cum once; it is all he had waited for. With a guiding hand the smith places his hard pulsing member against the lips of her wet vagina. With a grunt, he pushes his large phallus in and down, its head working its way into her tight lubricated channel as he readies himself to take her fully. The smith enters her from above, driving her body down, into the cushion, not slowly like before, but with force, showing he will do as he pleases. The morning’s lesson is further reinforced with his actions now.

Shania feels her spine bend, absorbing some of the impact. Breasts bounce painfully as the rings are held and then twisted by the shadows with each thrust. Her eyes can see nothing but the shadows legs and swollen balls as they slap her forehead with each thrust into her mouth. They use her and in spite of it she responds, knowing they need her, finding her attractive and wanting her. The pain and the pleasure mix, one becoming the other as she rolls with each thrust, each tug upon her body.

Looking down at the young girl’s slender front and heavy breasts he sees the gold rings distending the erect nipples as they are pulled. Her mouth filled by yet another entity to her front, two more in her hands... he grabs the junction of her hips and legs, using them for leverage to pull her up as he thrusts her down creating even greater speed and force. With each thrust into her quivering pussy she bounces her back pulling her tummy taught, the only way she can work herself onto the smith’s large cock, trying to milk it. That she even now struggles to make the sensations pleasurable for him brings joy to his undead heart.

She struggles again to remain focused on providing pleasure to these shadows as she feels the second cock thrust pass her tight hole and push deep into her slick HOT pussy. Its shaft is large and while she can’t see the smith she knows his immense size, knows her master is taking her. Contentment at her use rises up, she will please……….body squirms at this thought, thrusting back, licking, feeling, desiring nothing else but the moment she is filled and pleasing her master. Only a small piece remains to rebel…despising the rest for the humiliation it sees her enduring. She continues to perform, sometimes with a momentary pause, but she is trying to please all of them at once.

Good thinks the entity, her will in spite the heat building within, she works to please all the other cocks that have been placed nearby…This will be short… she will need time to complete the mission, he sends the word… the others not active groan, seemingly ready to rebel. He brings them under control and rewards those that are actively participating with a new order…

The entity takes more control, feeling the smiths cock spreading her tight walls almost to their capacity, not as large as the stallion, even so the tight membranes clasp his sensitive shaft as it slowly drives further into her body. Shania twitches, her head bouncing on the cock that fucks her mouth. The orgasm takes hold of her; she stops fondling the two cocks in her hands and moans around the cock thrusting itself within her mouth, the moan is enough as the shadow cums spewing its hot sticky load into her. She swallows hard, trying to keep every bit within her, doing what the smith has told her, forcing it down her slick well used throat as fast as it cums. She gags, recovers and gags again as her orgasm throws her breathing off and breaks the rhythm, even so she continues to swallow, taking all the not so insubstantial cum into her. The smith plows hard into her…. way.... up deeper into her... slowly the cock closing to its base, her ass and thighs quivering in pain as her legs are stretched sideways to there breaking point.

Both legs are released from their painful positions and another cock begins to push its way into her mouth. She opens her lips wider to accommodate this new entrant even as she hooks her now free legs around the smith, locking her heals into the small of his back. She pulls herself up his shaft working with each of his thrusts. The shadow in her mouth doesn’t last long, four hard thrusts deep within her throat and he cums, she licks the underside of his cock swallowing the load again. This time she does not gag, does not stop her work… she feels the cock in her right hand quiver, a warm wet sensation around fingers, she milks in with a tight grip her thumb running down its bottom side, pulling the cum from within the now flaccid cock.

She pulls herself upward with the strength of well toned legs, working the smith’s large cock in and out of her. He no longer moves, letting her work him, staying still. The entity applauds his slaves effort, he feels the thick cock being stroked as her body impales itself upon him, clenching his length as she slowly slips off from gravities tug on her body only to redouble the effort of pulling herself back up the cock, fighting her own clenched pussy muscles in the process, squeezing his cock, the ribbed walls of her pussy rolling along his entire length. Her pussy moves over his cock, straining along its length, clenching and then unclenching in a pleasure causing stroking. Stroking his entire length, so unlike the others that have come before…unbelievable that she may have actually crossed the threshold for another two circles.

Such strength, such will…she fights like a prize fish caught on his hook…only this one does it for his pleasure. Momentarily he allows the sensation to wash over him, wanting the day she will do the same ot him to come quickly….not sure he can wait any longer though he must….

Her free hand moves to the shadow working her nipples, searching for its bulging member, to be rewarded by the round shaft in her hand. She once again strokes as yet another shadow finds her mouth.

He can feel her along the length of his minions cock, sliding, gripping, the shaft swells, he knows she senses his coming to the edge as the muscles in her legs bunch then ram her hard up his shaft, pulling, constricting around his sides, his twitching member, her heals digging hard into his back. He hisses the orgasm riding heavy as his cum fills her chamber and sloshes around…

Shania smiles around the cock in her mouth and cums again, an orgasm that she can no longer hold back while the smith releases himself into her. Even as het cum cascades deep inside her energy cascades across her thin frame, echoing what happens in her pussy. She bobs even harder on the cock in her mouth, shudders roll through her small frame, shaking her tits, bouncing the rings against her extended and untouched clit. A few sounds slide out of her mouth and around the cock that fucks it as the orgasms continue…hard upon one another, muscles rippling along the cock imbedded in her shaft. It rolls along the edges in a wave, milking the smith of every drop of his essence, his seed.

Another shadow cums in her hand… Legs spasm, as she slides down the impaled cock. It still rests in her body, long and hard. Finally, the smith pulls out and moves to the side. The shadow in her mouth cuming another load down her well used throat.

Her mouth free, her orgasm still reverberating through her body, AAAAAAAAHGGG, The moan finally is allowed its escape. With no shadows to work her body the orgasms fade, leaving her breathless and panting for a moment. Yet somehow she no longer feels tired, like a waterfall of energy has reinvigorated her system. There is no pain, no tiredness, just the lingering of pleasure, skin sensitive to the casual breeze that flows around the open doors and across the couch. Still satisfaction eludes her, something missing.

She then speaks the request of a well trained slave,… “Master please, let me clean you off…. let the shadows take me by my unused ass…..I please…. Need to be filled…. Everywhere…

Shania feels a return, sees as it sits upon the couch next to her. She feels the ethereal hands upon her as they guide her through the unspoken commands. She sits upon the shadows lap, guiding his shaft to her unused anus. The smith places himself to her front. She lines up the shadows cock and as one the shadow thrusts up and the smith forces her body down pushing on her shoulders, pain lances through her tight sphincter as muscles are stretched, violated with the speed and mass. She gasps, “AHHHH”, bites it off, clamping down on her lower lip…the coopery taste of blood upon her tongue.

When her eyes focus back from the haze of pain she notices the cock that hangs in front of her, she licks at it, cleaning it all the while moving up and down on the shaft that penetrates her rear, to be replaced by the pleasure of being filled, used. The smith removes his hands from her shoulders and the shadow uses his hands to push her up till the tip of his shaft just pushes into her hot anus, then slams into her again, forces his entire length inside, banging his balls against her cheeks, forcefully taking her as commanded, welcoming her tightness after so many years without any release.

The smith moves aside, gesturing her to lie backwards, resting upon the shadow to her rear. The shadow never stops, continuing to move in and out of her tight ass, pushing hard into the tight orifice as she lies upon her back. The shadow now beneath her as it moves steadily, pushing itself into her tight ass. The smith moves around to her head, grabbing her legs and pulling them up and back, spread wide….providing access to her stretched pussy for yet another. Like a dog to a treat it does not take long for another waiting entity to work his way between her legs.

He climbs atop her and positions his hard short cock against her. Looking down the length of her body she sees its width, eyes growing wide. Gulps, then, realizing the smith has already stretched her…smiles as he pushes in, then closes her eyes and gasps. The shadow thrusts hard, quickly embedding himself in her stretched vagina. It easily accommodates him as he buries himself up to his balls inside her quivering hole.

Shania’s mouth opens groaning under the on slot, head rolls back and sideways, only to find yet another cock pushing past her lips. She has never had all three orifices willingly filled at the same time, she bucks and squirms trying to please all of them as they take her. They all three cum as one, pushing her past the brink…..sending a hard shuddering orgasm through her fine frame. Pussy and sphincter both clamp down on the discharging cocks as her lips and tongue presses hard against the other. She bucks on the cocks until the shadows simply fade away, leaving her sweaty and well used body lying limply on the couch. The fire cools within her, satiated, filled with the power of the sex. She trembles, smiling to herself as the body beneath her fades into the couch and the others simply disappear. “Ohhh, god I could just lay here forever…” eyes open slowly, regaining their focus.

Shania sees the smith standing to the side. Immediately all thoughts of selfish indulgence end as she brings protesting muscles around, rolling off the couch, crawling to the feet of her master and assuming the proper sitting position before him. She breathes heavily chest rising and falling, she wavers, lack of food and water. She sways slightly fighting to control her movements and remain in the proper position, not even sure if this is expected so soon after pleasing them, but willing herself to do it as a proper response. Gold goes cool against her skin, the fucking is over. She always thought she was in good shape, marvels at how much stamina sex can take… when done right…smiles and waits…. The master will speak when the master is ready…

It is not a lesson a modern girl learns easy, used for instant gratification. Used and then forced to wait. Hell, she thinks, this has to be worse than the Army….somebody once said it was ‘hurry up and wait’. Can’t be much different she thinks.

The entity is pleased, even when taken roughly she orgasms, her body reveling in the pleasure her body takes. Trying hard to please, to keep her own pleasure at bay until he is done with her…Yes, she has passed this test; it will be interesting to see how she takes the next.

Keys drop to the floor in front of her with a metallic clatter. “Go to town, find another such as yourself and bring her here. Find a powerful man to act as an intermediary between myself and the outside world, bring him here. Get yourself the food and things that you will need to stay here….there is a list, fill it.” Another thud upon the floor, as the glitter of gold met her eyes, “this should help in recruiting the man, gold has its way.” The entity understood the old ways when gold was king, new ones of plastic and paper were still foreign to him.

Momentarily she is simply unable to speak…to think he suddenly gives her her freedom…..what is the catch, must be…’oh god, I can’t…I can’t run, not anymore…..how have I come to this?’ It is almost too much. Finally she answers, breathing calming, panic subsiding. “Master, you do the slave great honor, thank you.” Shania also understood the new ways of her station and bit back a possible retort that caressed her tongue for but a moment. “Master may the slave speak?”

“Yes” He wondered at this new found sense of confidence and correct manner as speech...yes, not Shania, not I, but slave…

“Master, I will need two more things, my driver’s license and my credit card, they are necessary to do what you ask and not have the sheriff not allow me to return. Small pieces of plastic, one will have my picture.”

That I, my, a slip, a lesson for later, she had started well enough….Yet this new request. Was it a trick? He thought not. If she had been in his presence he might smell the lie, the fear that went with it, but possession was a tricky thing and his minions lacked the ability. No… not given this morning’s performance, there was nothing in the expression that hinted at such. He did not know these things she asked for…this plastic. Yet the clothing that she brought, the iron chariot that moved on its own …all new at least in style and texture. He sent word out to the shadows. They collected the few things that were left, mainly small items whose function he did not know, they had come from a small leather like container… it had had the makeup as well…She didn’t seem to mind the outfit, in the days he remembered not even the whores ventured forth in what he had given her. Yes, perhaps she did speak the truth, times had changed and he would have to know in what ways if he was to be successful in this new world.

She waited; form perfect even though her belly rumbled with hunger, and muscles shuttered occasionally from the lack of energy. Odds and ends tumbled onto the floor before her. She reached hesitantly, and then picked up the two cards in a flourish of fingers that promised much in the caress they gave the cards. “Thank you master”

“Go”, it was all that was left to say, the smith shuffled from the room. He thought about the cards…. It reminded one of a lingering touch, made him want to be the cards just to feel her.

It seemed strange that those were the things she said she needed. Two small little pieces of hard paper was all she wanted. One had her picture, a picture of a slightly younger girl, top buttoned to her throat. He should command her to get a better likeness, one more worthy of her station, one with the gold collar displayed prominently. Yes, he thought.

“The card, the slave will get a new likeness upon it”

“Yes master…as you desire”. One more thing to do, but he was right….how did he know? She needed to get a new one for this state, now that she was a resident here.

She went, quickly, as she had been taught, smoothing the skirt and shirt back down. She was giddy with excitement, grabbing the canteen from the kitchen and the last jar of fruit she headed to the truck. She hadn’t driven it yet, hips swayed, she would return as soon as she could, wanting to feel needed, pleasured, another pleased with her. She sought out companionship to ease her loneliness. Here she had found it, was wanted and needed in return. She tucked the cards into the top of her hose, there wasn’t a pocket in any of the clothes she had been given and headed for her truck.

Red eyes hungered, hoping the master was right, needing her and the thirst she satisfied, if only for a little while. The truck moved over the broken road and proceeded out of the town…

The entity feels satisfaction at his idea. Today, a final test, a final night…bring him another victim, and another member to bring others, extend its influence… show her that she must always obey, that she can be replaced… it is better this way, his queen had also learned this valuable lesson before she was totally free…

Shania drove, smiling – she turned on the radio, nothing but static… but a CD player was installed, a simple CD and it wouldn’t matter. Her ass sat naked upon the cloth seats, the short skirt splayed about her lap, bunched up in front where the jar of fruit as trapped between her legs. Every bump she hit bounced her tits from under the shirt, gold rings pulling on her nipples, small jolts of sexual energy, which set her on edge. She curved her pelvis forward, rubbing the rings of gold and her clit against he jar as she bounced down the road. Four hours were going to make her feel quite randy by the time she got there.

With a pause she realized how little she was wearing… never before… always modest. Her boy friends had been lucky to see her in something less than a dress that went over the knees and a blouse that buttoned to the just shy of the neck line. Never seen her with anything like the clothing she now wore. She was about to into public, with strangers, displaying herself as such. Her skirt barely covered her bare ass and a shirt that only covered just slightly more than the top half of her breasts. With its lack of sleeves and plunging neck line it did just enough to leave a little for the imagination. She supposed that in and of itself made it so sexy.

She had never before thought of herself as sexy, even a week ago she would not have. Now she would go into town and maybe even turn a few heads. She felt the pulse pounding in her, the saliva build in her mouth. Oh, this could be fun she thought. The master had put a stop to her thinking she had any power of him…but the men of the town would probably not have his restraint…could she not play…cold she not have her own playthings? She wondered just what she might be able to do with her new found power. Men, they just might not be too hard, but how was she going got get a woman?

It began to sink in, and find another female for her master…. I’ve never been that forward, never sought out a woman…How one part of her mind asked… another answered, the same way you respond, use the same skills, find someone like you….It made her hot, she could feel herself approaching the edge of the cliff just thinking about the day ahead… The pothole in the road finished her thoughts and made the body react, bouncing suddenly, nipples pulled by the gold rings, clit suddenly hard against a cool gold surface. It was too much, her thoughts of power, men wanting her.

AHHHHHHHHH URGGGG she came, truck momentarily bouncing off the road then back on as she lost focus. She suppressed the sensation enough to be able to drive… it was going to be a long trip. Surprise at how she had been able to stop the orgasm as it had begun its surge. Sugary fruit syrup sloshed around in her mouth, better move the jar…it wasn’t helping by having it pinned so tightly against her. She finished off the last of it and threw it out the window. She could feel the seat, wet with her fluids. She had marked her territory well…smiling at the thought even as it confused her in its conception.

The truck hit the asphalt and the engine roared. Something deep inside, perhaps her inner voice allowed a contact to remain with the town. The truck gained speed on the highway, yet, even over the vast distance she could feel the four beastly essences….could feel the desert beneath paws, the worn boards beneath feet. They cried out to her….needed her. Shania shook her head sending long blonde hair swirling in the cab of the truck. There could be no desertion, they needed her. The town loomed ahead, its concrete and steel anathema to the place she lived.

She went to her bank first… it was already past noon and banks were notorious for closing early. She walked in realizing that the sign said it was Friday, amazed that she hadn’t even thought about what day it was since she had arrived so many days ago. Time was irrelevant to her life now. She walked right up to the mangers office and walked in, well in a small town bank probably the owners… this wasn’t one of them chain banks, though there were a couple in town. It helped that you had a lot of money in a small bank, more having gone through on the recent transactions…. you just might get away with an indiscretion or two.

“Shania?” questioning, she could tell he was not really seeing the same blond girl as he had the previously. She gave him a nod, confirmation coming. It was time to see if what she had learned would work for her in the land of living men. She let her blond hair bounce as she sashayed closer, hips swaying to a rhythm of her own choosing. Happily she noticed his mouth hang open, his eyes not leaving her midsection. She suspected that they may be glued on the down swell of her breasts, his mind hoping to see the pink of a nipple slip out. But then this one had seemed more enticed by money than flesh….well you worked what you had…she had both.

Could it be? He thought to himself. She’d been pretty, sure, but demure, stiff, and sullen. Now here came this sultry little minx into his office, closing the door behind her, in charge and yet oh so sexy. She wore a half-tee that didn’t even cover her full round tits fully. He didn’t think they’d been that large, but then she hadn’t exactly been displaying herself the last time they’d met. She’d been rather introverted, modest as he remembered. The skirt was way too short, it gave him pause, legs moved with a dancer’s grace, fluid and tempered sitting upon slim ankles and impossibly high healed boots. He could see the tops of the black stockings so close to the mound of her privates. The bottom of the V that formed between her legs was visible and only then the skirt took over breaking the view. Impossibly short. He cleared his throat, trying to remove the catch. “Ahh ummph, what can I do for you Shania”, He nervously spun his wedding band about his finger, feeling its constricting presence.

“Thank you for remembering me…..I needed to get a few things, but gotta have money so here I am… but… I would like it if you would come out to the ghost town, got a few ideas and some things to show you. She laid the flake of gold, a little less than an ounce on his desk. Hiking up a leg then placing it along the top of his desk, sitting, leaning forward, heavy full breasts so close he could feel them. “This needs to be our little secret, a chance for just the two of use to get rich, what do you think.”

All his senses were being flooded; he smelled the heavy musk of her scent swirling with strawberries rising to him, the perfume against her cheeks, the heat from her body. His eyes took in the body, he hadn’t even noticed her eyes, her face, he dwelt lower hoping, then to the rock, its golden glow putting dollars in his mind, dollars and sex, it was an intoxicating mixture to a man in his position. The dollars would save his bank, allow him to compete regionally, maybe even nationally. His forehead went wet perspiration heavy, his groin going hard. “Don’t know, busy schedule, wife’s birthday tonight” not even looking at her face, looking at her belly, the bottoms of her tits as they hung exposed. He regretted saying it as soon as it was out. Wanted to posses this young tart, ring came off in his finger in subconscious movement.

Shania swung her other leg up and slid a little closer, slid around on his desk papers moving, scattering across the floor, neither of them caring. Lifting each leg in turn… placing them on each side of the banker’s chair, resting her spike healed foot on each armrest, the long leather boots encasing her legs like a second skin, gold rings at each ankle, gold buttons up each side. A hand came forward, ring clattering to the desk top, golden, like the flake, like the glitter that swelled high on her exposed labia, between the lips, glistening in the light of the office window. “Stop”, a powerful female voice, he paused and finally looked up saw her eyes. They burned with desire... ‘For him?’ He wondered, hoped.

“I will make it worth your while to come out to the town. I need a business partner, beyond that you have a young girl alone in the middle of no where, there are other needs….if you catch my meaning.”

“Maybe” he could hardly talk, voice broke like an adolescent teenagers, he looked down, and realized that she had flipped the little skirt up onto her lap, folds of cloth shrinking its size in half. A full shaved mound greeted his eyes, He would almost swear that the gold rings in her folds beheld a full clit riding high, the lips of her labia glistened with wetness. She was wet through and through. He knew she had seen the shudder….The gold was everywhere, decorating this little angel from head to toe. It spoke to him as much as the woman spoke to him.

“I’ll give you a taste of what it will mean to me to come out, don’t move, don’t touch. After so many days of being the submissive it was heady to be in control, a different feeling entirely. She realized it was her sex that allowed it, and his weakness. Her master was far stronger, would never have allowed her to do this to him…she brought hands under her small top and lifted it up folding it over her tits, exposing them. She heard a gasp, watched his face for all the signs that would be there. Signs of longing, desire, and need. She lifted her left hand to the bottom of her breast caressing, stroking working upwards. A finger went to her mouth; she sucked, in and out slowly, demonstrating technique. She could feel the fire grow within… she hadn’t masturbated on her own for the last six days. In those six days she had learned more about herself than in the previous 18 years. She would show him how far she had come.

Left hand slid under the golden ring that sat upon the base of an erect nipple then fingers splayed around it rubbing. Right hand out and down, down to the triangle of her rounded mound, tracing circles just above the top of her slit, playing with her audience. She pulled on the golden ring on her teat, feeling the warmth of pain and pleasure. It grew warmer, surprising her, just like it did when the shadows had her. Sex led to pleasure, warmth. She hitched her hips forwards on the desk right to the edge, legs forming a deep V on each side of the banker.

Her right hand played into her slit, the cool rings warming as she did, her clit tensing under the stimulation. She felt the warmth spreading like wild fire about her nerves. She lay back on the desk; it wasn’t wide enough as shoulders caught the far edge. So what she thought, only want the release, so hot… head hung over the edge, blonde hair cascading down to touch the floor. She moaned, AHHH, striking the fire. Back arched hips rotated under the relentless pressure of her hand, fingers, first two then three found her snatch and plunged in and out causing slurping noises in the wetness of her pussy. Palm placed hard against the two golden rings and her clit.

Her left hand continued its relentless assault on her nipples, twisting the golden ring, twisting a swollen teat, breasts full, skin taught. In and out, pleasure cascading through her system in trickles… building…… then washing like a flood over her, her pussy shaking in orgasm, clenching tightly around fingers, clenching at them trying to keep them inside, not wanting them released.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH …….. YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS ……… OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH

Back slumped upon the desk, fingers lingered moving slowly, she raised her head looking over her body at the man that sat before her. Through the valley of her breasts she could see his eyes looking at her sex, the wetness of her orgasm running past her pink anus bud, between her ass cheeks to puddle on his desk. His eyes never moved from her publicly displayed pussy. God, she needed that release after her ride out to town.

“Yes, I can do that, Monday first thing, can’t get there any earlier”, never a movement of eyes to her own. She could dismiss him then….could rule him through his cock and a few gold trinkets.

“Thank you, perhaps we can offer you a little reward when you do show up”, the smile was meant to seal the deal….no doubt master would give her to him. To bad he wasn’t really sexy any more. Age had a way of doing that with men that neglected their bodies.

She sat up, carefully sliding back to avoid disturbing the puddle at the front middle of his desk. She reached out with her right hand, fingers dripping in her wetness and pushed the fore finger into his mouth. The others played about his chin, wiping her scent upon him as a creature marks their territory, he was in hers now. If he was negligent his wife would smell her on him when he got home, it was no matter, and she was marking him no different than her master had done with the golden collar she wore upon her neck. With time, if master approved of him, he would come to understand her marking and the significance of the band of metal.

His tongue moved against the finger, tasting her, he opened his mouth tasting the other fingers as well, he could smell her heavy muskiness, her scent heavily now. He moved closer, trying to get her next to him, to relieve his aching manhood. Like water she slipped away, gracefully dancing off the desk, gyrating, bending over to provide one last look at the item he so desired, then the spin, door opening, “I’ll see you Monday, Look forward to our meeting”, and like an ghostly apparition she was gone, physically, her scent drove him mad, it was not a dream….no not with the lingering of her scent upon the room. It wasn’t often a willing young blonde bombshell came into your office, in fact, up till now it had never happened. Who knows, maybe those letters you read in those magazines were true he thought to himself. He tried to remember her face, but couldn’t… all he saw was gold…..gold rings in flesh, places that you didn’t see gold. A small gold nugget sat upon his desk, yes this would do well, there was money to be made and he’d see what the offer was in all its glory.

Shania stepped into the lobby of the bank, eyes watched; she fingered the golden ring and slipped it over her thumb. It was a little big right now, but she was sure the master could use it for something, a decoration for her belly button perhaps. She strolled up to the cashier and filled out the paperwork for her money. The young female cashier never met her eyes, seemed to fidget, trying to not see her at all. But she had seen, normally dexterous hands fumbled on the keyboard. She muttered ‘sorry’ under her breath. Shania reached out her hand, touched the cashiers hand as the money came forward, “I’m sure we’ll meet again, thank you”. No reaction, dead to her or trying hard. She was sure this was the wrong type, at least for now. As she walked from the bank she could feel the gold returning to its slightly chilled state. It was hard to get used to; it kept the nerves buzzing in her system, alive like no other time in her life, alive in a perpetual damp sexually stimulated state. Intoxicating, and everywhere the townspeople seemed to respond. She heard the snippets of some, ‘trollip, whore’, but there were others of admiration. She needed things to fix up the house, clean it and get it ready for the guest that would be with her. Hardware store, there was one she had past coming to the bank…..

Walking down the isle the clip, clip, clip of her heals striking the floor in a rhythmic beat that made music all on its own, the sound echoing off the shelves on both sides of her. It was the music of a woman…a woman that knows her value. The underside of her breasts jiggled free under her top, free to the viewing, points still hard against the fabric, rubbing it, the sensation always on her mind feeling them, the weight of the gold rings only adding to her sexual awareness, her heat. Each step a little caress now upon her clit as the top ring brushed against it. She reveled in the feeling again, the constant caress, building up of a desire for more. Hips swung a little more, a sensuous rhythm built with an inner heat helped to counter the cool gold rings.

Feeling the stares, the same feeling that she had with the red eyes upon her, she bent over, from the waist, pretending to look at an item on the bottom shelf. Skirt rode up, revealing the junction of her two long legs, the nub of her sex, the glint of gold, and the sheen of wetness. Shirt fell forward revealing two points gold glittering as it swung to strike the top of an elongated and swollen teat. There was nothing else to hide her from view; the master had not allowed any more options. There was a cough, restrained, she reveled in its message, shifted weight to one leg so that the hips shifted and looked back to see what the fuss might have been. Eyes darted away from hers, weak, not worthy of her…unless the master was to bid it, to please him…then she would gladly take anyone or anything for her masters pleasure. Felt the damp wetness between her thighs….had she really fallen this far, or was it really so intoxicating to be playing with the mere mortals her about? An understanding then, she was really engaged in a foreplay of sorts, a foreplay that prepared her for sex, turned her on….in this place of potential encounters.

The hardware store had been a place of testosterone and maleness. Nothing suitable for her masters pleasure in the way of females. One middle-aged lady on the cash register – but that would not have done for her master, it would have gotten her punished she was sure. It did bring a chuckle to tickle the back of her throat…the thought of her master with a bunch of chunky middle aged women….He’d kill her, maybe literally.

One of the younger men helped her roll the cart out to her truck in the parking lot. She had a few 5 gallon cans of paint, a generator, and some tools– he said he’d help her load them. ‘I’ll pass them up to you’ he’d said… Putting down the tailgate of the 4X4 she climbed into the bed, making sure he got an interesting picture of her naked ass, wiggled it a little pretending to shimmy her legs forward on each knee, moving slowly testing her abilities. Shania finally got her feet under her and stood up. The boys face was red, his hands were shaking, all she could think about was what she was able to do….to entice and captivate men so easily. It was going to her head.

He hosted the first can up to her, his head about even with her skirt bottom when he was at full height. She could see the face register surprise as she straddled the load putting her skirt over his head giving him the full awareness that she really didn’t have anything on under it. The paint tub almost fell back onto his feet. Probably just wanted to look up her shirt, He was getting a better tip than he set out for. Each load came up the same way. Gold glittered, drew eyes to places normally hidden behind folds of cloth, covered, not today. She watched as he puffed out his chest, amused at the parading. She was getting really wet with excitement, wondered why she hadn’t realized how her body could work on men, and then realized she was moving in ways she never dreamed of just five days ago. Her masters training…it really did work.

With the truck loaded, she asked innocently enough, “can you help me down, pleeeease.”

He fumbled for words, tongue tied, “arggs”, youth and inexperience with women showing through.

“Thanks”, two arms came up, big hands, he’d grow into them, probably sixteen she judged. Hands clasped her supple narrow waste, strong, she pushed a little, up and out and her flesh of Venus rolled bare down the flesh of his face, skirt flipping up, cold gold touching hot lips and then she continued down. Breasts pushed outwards as they passed his head, gold rings bouncing against his chest. Her own hands on shoulders that were still growing, ending on her feet looking upwards into his startled face, hands around his neck, drawing him into her web for a kiss, tongue piercing lips to be met and be parried by his own seeking hers. A hand met his, guided it down between her legs, wetness on his fingers. She withdrew, Pushed those fingers into his mouth, rolled her shirt and skirt down seductively and laughed pleasantly, “thanks, you have a good day”, a wink, “hope you’ll remember me”, a smile…”I like you”

“Yess, ma’am” was all he could muster. He was still standing next to the truck as she pulled out of the parking space, waved and went down the road looking for the library. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he was still there when she drove by on her way back to the house. Now that was intoxicating she thought to herself, feeling the edginess in her flesh.

When the blond girl entered the small library Raven was shocked. The immodesty, the shirt that just hung long enough to cover her nipples then tented its front in two places, the skirt that barely covered the junction of her legs… Shocked at the immodesty and yet… strangely drawn. The young blond moved with a grace and sensuality that was a contradiction with her apparent age. Her own modesty, the long dress, the lose bodice that hide her well formed and curved figure. “Hello, you happen to have an internet connection?” , Large green eyes looked up into hers, sparks danced in there depths, tugging at her.

Raven glanced down, mistake, breath hastily drawn in. The t-shirt opened into a v, the v between two fleshy mountains riding firm and high, hinting at smooth flesh. Nipples tented the fabric obscenely; she couldn’t believe they would be that pronounced. Eyes swam up again, into the green pools, seeing a small sparkle in there depths, understanding on her part? “sorry…what did you need”, taken aback, forgetting anything said.

“Ah, computer, internet..”, gesturing with hands out. It only served to ride the shirt up higher….glint of something at the base of a nipple?

“Yes, its right over there, on that table” she pointed to a small table across from her own counter.

“Thanks”, the young blond winked and walked away towards the table, four sauntering steps, hips rolling, the lines of her legs accented by both the six inch heals on her boots and the stockings.

Raven felt a heat in her face, looking back down to her book. A romance novel, the Vikings had taken a young girl captive, enslaved her, violated her, but she was slowly getting the Viking prince wound around her finger anyway. She was surprised deep inside, she had never thought about another girl, yet the blonde seemed so free, so relaxed in who she was, so sure of herself. She desired those same qualities. She had never left this town, her mom ran the library, and she only helped out, more, now that her widowed mom had found a new man in her life. She felt like an orphan. It had been two years since she graduated high school and nobody seemed to notice her around here. Loneliness, and now an even younger girl that said hi, looked into her eyes and had really seen her. Seen her!

Shania had noticed the demure tall brunette behind the counter, her modesty, her desire deep in those dark eyes. She reminded her lot of herself in some ways. Yes, she thought, her master would be pleased with this one. She would work it, but first she needed to get things for the master, house, Furniture, electricity, computer, clothes, and other devices. She logged in and pulled out her credit card from the leg band of her stockings. There was something to be said for pockets….then again this was probably a lot sexier. Giggling, she continued to shop.

The blonde girl leaned back and stretched arms over head, shirt lifting, revealing two large golden rings….shocked again….Raven couldn’t help staring, drawn a little further into the web at the same time. She watched the girl at the computer; all her movements spoke of sexiness. With a start Raven realized that her panties where wet. Her almost virgin pussy was wet, wanting, seeping. This had never happened before, even when that ass Ned had conquered her prostrations when she was 17 and took her that one night to bed. It hadn’t lasted long…well he hadn’t. Wham bam, thank you mam….then bragged about it in school….it was not one of her finer hours. Somehow she became a slut, and a horrible lay….pretty much ended her dating career. High school could be tough on a young girl.

Shania watched the librarian from beneath her eye lashes. She could sense need in the girl even without having said a word. Reminded her in some ways of herself. There was an air about her, she looked alone and lonely, unsure of her direction in a life that seemed to swirl out of control around her. The girl had been drawn in; it was time to make the play…god how do you seduce a woman? She brought her left foot up to the table edge, shortly followed by the right one spread wide; knees bent, and then pushed the chair back tipping it on its rear legs. Raven hadn’t taken her eyes off of her since she got here, she was sure to notice everything about her with this move. Exposing herself, breasts riding proud and high The glitter of the gold rings pinned through her erect nipples, her vulvae glittering with gold, her neck in another circlet of gold… , her smile, an opening eyes a little wider, locking them with hers, the wink. Chair forward again, standing, there was only her and the librarian in the small building. She was feeling really randy after the online shopping, most if it would benefit her master and therefore herself, express delivery of course. She got up and pulling the skirt a little higher revealing her shaved pussy and gold rings, the sheen of wetness edging down her inner thighs, staining the tops of the black stockings. Let her know she was turned on, all the time now, but it didn’t matter. The black haired girl sputtered, checks flushed. She smoothed the skirt down and looked into the plain brown eyes hidden behind the glasses. Looked down at the book then back up, “whatcha reading”, demurely trying to sound sensuous, she had never tried to seduce another girl, it was weird, intoxicating, but she had to please her master, wanted to.

“A romance novel”. She said it softly, hesitant, not sure of herself.

“Which one, I’ve read a few too”, a smile of red lips, sensuous, beguiling in their shape met her.

“Just a little thing, Captive Splendor,” The blonde’s eyes sparked deep inside, she could see it, she liked it, wanted to have that same spark in hers.

“I read that one, I was so embarrassed by it,” good, she was already reading about slavery…”how you like it so far”

“The heroine is like sooo strong”,…..A pause, “like you…. I think” A glance down, fingers fumbling with the book pages.

“I’m sorry, my name is Shania, I apologize for the belated introduction”, hand gently out, laying fingers softly on the brunettes. Sparks seem to dance along her finger tips…trembling…”Oh god” it escapes her lips unbidden.

Raven stands rooted in place, unable to move…eyes wide, then with an effort swallows, “Raven….Raven O’Donald”….something clenches down low, her voice suddenly different even to her ears. None of it makes sense; this is not a guy…so why does she feel called to her. It’s like she wants her in bed, to feel her pale flesh against her own darker flesh.

“Never felt something like that…..”, staring at Raven’s large open eyes, “god….you …. So you feel it too?” Both a question and a statement while she runs her finger tips up higher on the bare arm….

“Never… it is soooo wrong”, Raven looks at the blonde, looks into those eyes…”you’re a girl though, this is so not happening….but it is.” The last in a quite voice as if she is unsure of what she is feeling and not really ready to express it.

Shania replies, a lowering of the voice, husky, hinting at conspiracy, a single finger touched the brunettes hand “yeap,…..still how’d you like go with me to my place?”

“Um” the heat to cheeks and elsewhere… so forward, was she that readable. A promise of adventure lingered in the statement, “How long?”

“How about long enough for me to ravage every inch of your body, suppose a year or two would do”, A wink, watching closely, trying to guess her intentions.

A new wetness she had never felt elsewhere drove her decision, “ok….I am such a bad girl”, Raven was amazed at herself….Ned, he was a jerk, never got her to feel this way…and she so liked men. Liked the way they walked, liked their deep voices, their scent….what the hell was she doing…Yet like a moth to flame she was moving.

“I’ll pick you up, Just close the place, pack a few things…”, she looked down at the dress, “maybe something a little sexy, a few things, things that just a month ago like you, I would never have worn, now look at me.”, arms spreading outward and up, a slow spin for the benefit of the audience. “See you at the junction of Main and the dirt road next to the mileage marker sign in 3 hours. I’ll be in the blue and white pickup truck…it’s like a blueberry pie alamode, only upside down. I live down that road, your choice”, bending over the counter Shania reached behind Ravens neck and pulled her face forward, lips met, tongue pressed through, swirling inside, violating the mouth as it sought another like it. Shania broke contact, seeing the black haired girls mouth still parted, eyes still close. It was too much to pass up after her day already; a wet musky scented finger went into the girls still parted mouth, eyes fluttered open. She was marked, “it is how I taste, enjoy” finger came out, slowly as lips clamped down and tongue wormed against the finger.

“Wait, I have something for you too…..” then in a whisper, “I so want to do this”…a pause while the dress moved and the hand disappeared, appeared again glistening, wet.

Shania’s heart leaped. She leaned forward and parted her lips inhaling heavily through her nose. The musky aroma of another women’s sex wafted into it, she tasted the tangy essence of her. It took all her control to not take her here and now, but she needed her captive in the truck unable to squirm her way out after being with her.

“Never done that before, swear, but your eyes on me the last hour have made me wetter than I can remember, hop yah join me”

Raven smiled, it lit up what had originally looked like a kind of dull face. There was defiantly a hidden beauty waiting to bust loose from its mental and emotional shackles. Shania suspected that the physical shackles would be all it took.

A start and in an almost silent croak, “I’llllll ..be there, never thought ………..didn’t realize”, She had made the blonde wet too, so it was mutual, by god she would be there, in two hours…after stopping in the dingy little store on 5^th. Might even put on one of the little outfits from the place under her dress; spend all her savings if she had too. It was a truly wild notion, different than any she had grown up with. Her heart beat faster blood pounding in her veins. She smiled, somebody had noticed her, found her sexually attractive, kissed her, and wanted her to join them in an adventure to a new place.

Shania twirled on the balls of her feet and swayed out in a giddy mood, was even happier when she heard the lock snap shut behind her, a small tremor pulsing in her pussy, expelling dampness. Good god, she thought, I’m really turned on by this….It was after all the one thing she had not yet experienced….got to get a few items of clothing, scissors, maybe the master would like her in a pink g-string….Had to wonder what he was planning with the bolts of silk that had been on the shopping list….silk that felt so soft upon her skin.

Shania bubbled with excitement as she drove out of town; even more enticing was the load the she picked up off the main street just out of town. There waited the black haired young lady, a tattered suitcase in hand. She almost burst in orgasm right there and then. She pulled the truck onto turnoff to her master’s town, her town, and stopped. Getting out she bounded in spite the high heals around the truck, full crushing hug and then releasing the black haired girl looked at her face. “I’m horrible, sorry, .. I got carried away.”

“Shania,” a deep laugh, smile going ear to ear, face lighting up…”thanks for the hug….been like soooo long a time since…well since somebody cared…. I got to ask how you move so well in those things”. One finger pointing down at Shania’s feet. “See” dress pulled up, “I got some similar ones but I keep stepping wrong, even on a flat surface”

Yes she was beautiful with those large round eyes, lips… just needed a little make up to bring out the best that the face had to offer…And the ankles were thin, calves tapered to ankles and feet that rode on tall spikes. “So that’s how you got another 6 inches on me girl, we’ll practice together…soo what else did you get, common let me see”, wicked grin as she poked at the girl and tried to pull up her clothing.

Raven blushed, she felt dirty, almost naked under her full length dress and outer bodice. “Its for you, I did what you said, but…, she looked around, any minute a car could be coming by, “it is sooo public… should only show you inside where nobody be watching.”

Shania smiled, an award winner, and slide up next to the girl, “well then I’ll just have to help you”. Hands went to the bodice, playfully tugging at it, raven moved closer to the truck, laughing at the game as the bodice came off, wiggling out of it. No big deal, she still had on a full dress.

Shania moved closer again, there was a zipper running down the back of the dress and while Raven was busy straining and pushing the suitcase up into the nearly full bed of the pickup truck Shania struck, in a single coordinated attack the button that held the neck together on the dress came undone and the zipper fell to the crack in the her rounded ass cheeks.

Raven, let out a startled cry, “why you lecherous little tramp…you are sooo gonna get it for that”, and then burst out laughing, “ok you win, but I’m getting in the truck quick like”. The old dress slide silently off Raven’s shoulders flowing down her smoothly curved body to the dusty ground only to gather in a puddle of fabric about her feet. A sensuous soft body filled with curves lost in the folds of the large dress seemed to float into view above the fabric, a body that spoke of womanhood. She was softer than Shania, but rounder in hips, in ass, and tits…. Everywhere a woman should be round. There was even a little rounding to the belly. But even more remarkable was that under it all stood a woman of about 5’6” wearing a little red thong, 2 black stockings and a red pushup lace bra. Black hair spilled down to the crack in her full ass.

Shania just gawked, “God you’re beautiful, get in the truck quick before I ravish you here and now”. As she watched Raven get through the door she noticed the sheen upon her thighs, the little triangle of air between them, shimmering. She gulped and headed for her own door, taking off the shirt and skirt, throwing them across the cab at her and climbing in. “We’re even now, I got you nearly naked, and now I’m nearly naked.” A smile as the color rose in Raven’s cheeks.

“I’d say you were naked”

“No, I got the stockings and boots on….screw the boots, easier to drive barefoot.” With a grunt and twist the boots headed to the back of the cab as well.

“Were not going to get all the way to your place until later aren’t we.”

“Yep” it was enough said. Shania put the truck into drive and spun gravel onto the asphalt. When she stopped they both knew what it would be for. Till then one hand moved the black haired beauty closer and began to rub every inch of that magnificent body were it could be reached. It helped to have been trained to divide ones actions in the throws of passion; it was much easier to do traveling down a bumpy road….. and having only one person to please.

It didn’t take long….all Raven had done was suck her fingers when her hand got to her chin….The clench of her belly, and the shudder it sent through her was enough. She’s almost lost control of the truck there and then. Her foot moved, plunging the petal downwards.

The truck stopped suddenly, tires sliding on gravel, dust billowing along each side, swirling in and around the two occupants of the vehicle. Seat belts cutting across soft smooth skin leaving small red lines upon the naked flesh. Shania threw the gearshift into park and flipped the ignition to off. Looking over into the eyes of the black haired girl, “I can’t take it anymore; I’ve got to have you”, her voice almost pleading, eyes big and wide. Decision made, she brought her hand round to cup Raven’s small chin and deliberately kissed her softly on the lips. The response was instant. Raven’s generous mouth worked hungrily, almost desperately over Shania’s, while her small pink tongue forced its way inside to explore. At the same time, Shania’s hand slid further up the brunette girl's full thigh, caressing and molding the firm flesh. Despite herself, Raven responded to the touch and she stroked Shania’s neck, exploring the velvety skin around her ear with her soft lips.

Shania broke the contact with her lips, took Raven by the head and replanted her lips upon the full red ones of the half surprised young lady. Full passion in bloom, lips meeting, wet pink tongues fencing, hands moving. She was horny from the bumps of the road pounding the rings against sensitive skin, feeling her nakedness against the flesh of another human. Real human touch, not shadow, not animal, it could mean so much. Her breath blew hot and ragged in her need. The cloth on the seat that she had been sitting was damp from her sex juices. The other girl was tentative so she showed her, guiding hesitant hands to her own breasts, using her own hands then on her partner’s breasts demonstrating. Still the fingers only pushed at skin, caressed it gingerly, and avoided the nipples and the gold rings.

Shania broke the kiss and leaned back, “girlfriend, I need you, …hard…here like this” a demonstration then, index finger and thumb grasping the nipple between them, pinching first, pulling then. The other hand cupping the breast then squeezing hard from each side, puckering the tip of the tit out all the while still pulling, distending it, moaning. Releasing the nipple and grabbing the ring, showing her how to play with it, twist it slightly, feeling the heat, the pain, the joy. Smile for her girl, “think of me as your plaything…only I promise not to break”

Raven watched, eyes wide, “that’s got to have hurt….Like there is no way I would do that.” Pausing for a second, then continuing, he smile reaching her eyes. “oh…my own little Barbie doll”, eyes dancing in mirth.

“Now, please lets get you out of that hot little bra…I Love it,…that’s it…. Oh god I’m going to suck on those melons of yours for a while…” head forward, seeking to tease the skin, the nipples, drive them fully erect. She took the right, fully in her mouth, not moving slowly, moving with a burning need, was rewarded as hands came back to her body, and lips began to move against her head as frantically as she moved. Shania pushed the black haired beauty down into the seat, shifting her weight atop and rubbing her body against the other, together, tit to tit, hip to hip. She drove her leg between the parted thighs, grinding it into the snatch of her new friend. Lips discovered one another again, tasting and exploring. Hands played along her back to spin in small circles one hand worming its way down…down to the cleft of her ass. Moving against one another, finger on her asses rosebud, pushing gently. Let the lips unlock, passing her kisses down the neck to the soft sensitive skin, rewarded by a slight turn and tilt of a head to fully expose the sensitive zones to the nibbles that sent shutters through Raven’s frame.

AAAAAAHhh, a soft moan, “I…..think … first….first …orgasm….dooonnn’ttt ssstooop”

She stopped, looked into her new lovers eyes and saw the compassion, the need, the surrender are rolled into one. Shania, smiled, she had read this one right. “just one minute, you ain’t seen nuttin yet, oh babbbby…” singing a line from a song from yesteryear. Laughing, “don’t you go anywhere”.. turning around sliding her own naked rear towards ravens mouth, gold rings hanging close to an eager and yet inexperienced mouth. “just do what I do, modify a little knowing that my clit is sitting there right between the rings, avoid it till your ready to cum…..I love the thong, its staying on …

Fingers sought out the fabric, rolled it aside, head coming down between angles and bent legs, her own pussy lowering in front of Ravens, chin…problem when you weren’t the same height…Raven adjusted nicely as she felt the hot wet tongue tentatively working the base of her shaved cunt. She attacked the dark brown pussy, playing with the hairs with her fingers, spreading the vulvae, teasing out the thick ridges of her labia. She sucked and nibbled at them, feeling them lengthen as they filled with blood, traced them to the hood that hid her semi-erect clit, sucked, pulled, feeling it sprout like a seed from fertile soil. Teased it and earned a head crushing wrap of thighs. A wrenching moan, gurgling from behind her own mound and a last desperate grasp at gold rings with lips and tongue that crashed around her tiny sensitive nub. At the heights of frustration she had already achieved it was more than enough. Naked bodies bucked against one another in the throngs of release. Swollen tits bouncing against taught stomachs. Two waves crashing against one another. Painting from the exertion Shania lay atop her newest lover and relished the warm flesh beneath her, getting up and turning around she settled back atop, tits against one another and slowly kissed her lover, lips that tasted of cinnamon. It finally dawning on her that Raven was actually wearing some lip balm, unobserved in the heat of passion that drove her earlier.

For the longest time they languished together upon the front seat…breathing in each others aroma, enjoying the gentle caress and touch of skin. Shania spoke first, “I’ve got to get back, we need to go….then we can sleep in a proper bed.” Getting up off the warm smooth body took all her will power. It didn’t help that raven made some comment about not sleeping in the bed but doing something else entirely. The truck started smoothly, rolling along the gravel road, the lights on as the darkness of the desert rolled by.

The red eyes saw the return of the iron chariot...called out to the entity, began to dance, two…two… heavily female essences …more….more…they cried, want…want…need…No came the order, if a man did not come they would punish Shania, it would be reward enough until he had observed the other essence…wait…

The truck once again bumped for what seemed hours along the dark pathway that danced in the headlights. Shania looked to about and could making out pairs of red eyes occasionally in the dark night. From deep inside she wondered fleetingly if she had done the right thing to the poor unsuspecting girl that sat next to her, humming in satisfaction to herself. She would always hold herself responsible.

“Just me and my cinnamon girl….yah yah yah,…” Shania turned, giggling to the girl next to her.

“Cinnamon girl?”, Question

“The taste of your lips reminded me of the song”

“Ohhh”, a chuckle, “Your sweet…strawberries” there was a pause, tone changing as she began again “….thinking yah know, about that gold band with all the fancy stones around your neck…it is soooo lovely….is..is it special?”

Shania replied, “Yes, I had to earn it”

“How?” Simple question enough thought Shania, just no way that she wanted to answer it here…not about having to fuck till you loved to fuck, had to fuck, wanted and needed a masters pleasure.

“Do you want one? It would make me very happy for you to have one”, Shania had to change the subject, make it something to be cherished.

“Yes, like it is sooo rad” fingertips reached out, touching the cool metal, finding skin in that touch, letting Shania know the band was being admired. “How does it come off, at the back?”

“Yes, there is a clasp at the back”, The words seemed to catch in her throat…’oh god what am I about to do to this woman?’ she thought.

“Could I try it on?” Innocent enough question, it still sent shivers down her spine.

“Raven…It is very special…placed around my neck by someone very powerful….. That means a great deal…. to me.” Slowly reaching behind her with one hand, the other on the steering wheel in the darkened cab, to pull up her long blonde tresses atop her head, revealing the back of the golden collar to raven’s eyes. “Look carefully”

Heavier breath, “is that like a …lock?”

“Raven, I’m hoping you can earn one too. The lessons are…. hard ….be forewarned. Not everything is really as it seems that one is hardest. I will try to help, there will be times I suspect that you won’t understand and will be mad at me. I really don’t know how this is gong to go till it happens…I’ll be learning next to you…”

“So you CAN like take it off?” The can heavily emphasized.

“No…. It’s a lock, and no I don’t have the key. To be honest I stopped seeking it just yesterday.”

A long pause, intake of breath…. “I like it, I think I could want one, do I get points for today” A sly grin, she was learning thought Shania.

“I can’t say for sure, … we will find out soon enough” The stream by the oak tree went passed, it seemed like an eternity had passed since she had found herself in the water of that stream being ravaged by 5 wolves and by the end actually enjoying it.

“Shania, one more question….do you have a …master?”

“Yes”, smart girl… true enough, but very innocent, this wasn’t like the romance novel by any measure.

“Will I?” The girl trembled slightly next to her. It would go unanswered for now, it was not hers to answer and that much she had learned. She would know soon enough…..soon enough.

“Raven, I love the new thong….but, for me, please take it off, we’re almost there.” Soon very soon, she sensed the red eyes on her, they would be hungry…

She could see the girl reach down to take off the shoes. ”You can leave the shoes on.”

“Is like you’re……. Uh…….. Master going to meet us…I soooo don’t think I can meet some strange man like this…”

“No” small white lie, “there are no other humans for miles around” truth, but it avoided the real issue and that wouldn’t hurt a thing….yet.

“Good”, an un-tensing of the shoulders, relief, breathe exhaling. She leaned her head against Shania’s shoulder, happy with the start of her new life.

“One more thing, it’s a little primitive, last one in has to sleep on the floor!”

The old ghost town appeared under the twin headlight of the truck, row upon row of empty buildings passed by before it stopped in front of one of them. “Home sweet home, welcome to it girl, just make your self at home, Race you…”

Red eyes glinted, the entity drew up the sensations, pulling the ghostly apparitions to him, two girls heavy in the essence of their sex ran from the chariot to the house. Naked…he was pleased… dark hair, heavier curves than the blonde, giggling. No male, no contact. Perhaps Shania had failed, he set the hosts to their tasks to watch and report. He would act soon enough.

Shania lost on purpose….followed a wobbling raven up the steps, unsteady on the shoes to start with and worse for the uneven surface. “ok you win, I admit there is not much to be seen, the water is hand pumped, if you need the bathroom its outside right over there’…gesturing “and the kitchen is right through the door. The bedroom is upstairs, the bed is big enough for both of us….just don’t be surprised if some of my furry friends show up…they’re good guards, kept me safe. For now I just stay in this room mostly, but I got stuff on the way and stuff in the back of the truck, if the shoes bother you that much take ‘em off and put on your flats”. Felt like her tongue was going a mile a minute as she walked through the house.

“That’s better … I hope I don’t look as dirty as you do, I suppose an outhouse run and then a bath….you said primitive…never would have guessed.” Raven moved for the door, in obvious discomfort from the long ride.

Shania waited….sure enough the yell came from the darkness outside. “Primitive my ass….this is so wrong…..SHANIA, were the HELL is the door?” frustration and anger rode the voice, it might have been wrong….but hell it was funny in a way as she began to laugh….at least there was toilet paper out there.

Bodies glistened with sweat in the darkness of a half moon. They tugged, carried, and moved an assortment of boxes and containers into the nicest house on town…Smith was summoned, he would find out what was going on…red eyes reporting strange magic, that brought up his awareness to full…white light filled the house, a single source.

Shania peered into the inky darkness, looking for the familiar glow of that red pair of eyes, watching and finally seeing one pair shuffling towards her. She went down to her knees on the porch and awaited her master. Her eyes watched him from under her eyebrows, loving the way he moved and wondering why he could excite her so much….make her quiver in places that shouldn’t yet be quivering from just watching. How low could one sink….how low?

“Did you fail me, little one?”

“Master…”eyes still down but no longer looking at anything but his feet, knowing what the failure was that he referred too, “the man will be here in three days.”, a pause then, “He promised, and I have a ring”, offering the band with an upturned hand, “he will want it back as well.”

“You had sex with the girl” Not a question a statement. “You bring strange magic.”

“Master, yes with the girl…I thought it would help, couldn’t help myself … do you wish to join us?” It was in interesting question full of things she wasn’t sure of herself. More she really didn’t understand why she had to seduce her first in order to bring her here…yes, why had she? “The …magic…I do not understand, brought things so that food would stay fresh longer, bought things that Master might find enjoyment when using his slave…..The chair is a gift for you.”

“The light slave, what magic is it…”

She gasped, suddenly it all made sense, this was an old town, one left behind for how many years? “Electricity, it is what everything uses…the way of the world now.” This meant he would not understand the other things that were coming…she had ordered. “Master, I have much to show….your slave has much to show you…much has changed in the world in the last 100 years.”

Looking up, Shania met the eyes of the smith, strangely once again the dull red, as if he wasn’t really there. The Smith had strange eyes, always changing, going vibrant and alive, full of emotion to dead….a shudder ran across shoulders, shaking the rings upon her upturned tits, like the stallion…so like the stallion and thing possessed.

He was not happy, the werewolves had gone crazy on him…claiming there was a new alpha. Even now two walked in human form…something he had long denied them as punishment. Now there was this light in his town in the darkness of night. There was no man….and only time would tell if the woman she had brought was worthy….visually she was appealing….time would tell.

Electricity… understanding and an idea….the slave found ease in the dark with the light, he would turn this too against her...let her know he was displeased with the waiting for his human partner to arrive. But later, tomorrow, first to break the new one, while his queen watched.

There was so much to learn and know, but she had to have an answer, it drove her to risk the consequences in its asking. “Master, I have not yet met you have I?”

The smiths eyes went bright, suddenly intelligent, it was almost answer enough in that moment. Her inner sense picked up the stronger emotions as they swirled and coalesced before her. Approval was there, and desire, so strong…it almost overwhelmed her.

“I have waited long for you my slave; you do not know the years. The wait grows short, shorter for what you have said…tomorrow, do you know what day it will be?”

The voice had a new tone, like it crawled across her skin, making her tingle in anticipation…god the voice alone…”Master, tomorrow is the 22^nd of June”

“yes…yes it is, the longest day of the year, and tomorrow you will meet me for the first time…physically” a pause then…as his slave shivered at the words, “my slave will be prepared for me…and brought to me as twilight rolls across the heavens and night descends…..it will be a night to remember.”

She felt her breasts tighten as the breeze caressed her skin, touching her…making her clench in places down low. Fighting hard to keep the position, she forced herself to exhale, to relax into the embrace promised in the wind. Her last thought before she passed out was, ‘how have I become the woman I am…?’

“Shania, can you here me…what’s going on…what happened….are you ok?” Concern carried in the voice while she floated upon something soft, mind fighting the downstream brush of emotions. Felt her eyes flutter open, an image soft and fuzzy floating over her. Time, and gentle trace of fingers upon her bare shoulder, brought the vision back, clearing until she could recognize the face. Something hard and supple was in her hand….

Such intelligence, such beauty, yes he would make her his, watched as she swayed within his breeze, and toppled forwards. He pulled back then and looked…no…no he could not loose her now, so close to his pleasure. He had the smith gather up the diminutive form, its weight nothing to the arms and legs of the shadow. Had him carry her up and lay her upon the bed. Watching from the shadows in the room he waited…not knowing how to really care for the physical shell that remained. Hopefully the dark haired one would know…the one she had called Raven.

“Raven, what….where am I….how?”

“Oh, Shania, I found you on the bed…you were passed out, can I get you something? Your scaring me…”

Some thing nagged at her….brought the object in her had up to her face…’oh god’, her breath caught for a moment eyes going wide as it all hit. How many times had she both placed and removed the object now in her hands from about her neck? The last time she had tried to destroy it….now it was back. The gold about her neck still clung heavily at her throat. No not for her….

“Shania…what’s wrong?”

“ah….nothing, I have something for you….a gift…but I have to ask you something.” Could she really go through with this…was it her decision to make somebody else something that they might regret …. They might hold against her? Maybe she was really a coward at heart.

“Oh …come on Barbie what’cha got for little old me?” There was an expectation in those words…. Using the nickname, trying for some humor, when that didn’t work her lips went to a pretty little pout; “you know you can ask me anything” getting a little more serious in tone…then rolling over onto her back on the big bed and wiggling, causing her straining breasts to jiggle nicely. For a moment Shania considered who the seductress really was.

“Remember on the way out, you asked about my collar?” Pausing, watching the black hair cascade over the white sheet in a dark shadow about the lighter face, upturned looking at her in the grey of the night. Seeing the nod then and continuing, “well I told you it was earned….but the first one” she almost stopped there…a pause as the silence pressed down unbearably, “I have the first one, for you….”

“Really….like yours?” Expectant now, rolling over again and coming up, her dark eyes blazing in the night, suddenly bright with the possibilities.

“Raven, it’s not like you think….its like mine in that it means you are owned… a slave…god do you understand?” What was it with her….did she really want to do this.

The gesture said it all, as she gathered that long wreath of hair up and pilled it on her head baring a pale neck….waiting for it to be encircled. “Its ok Shania, its…I want to be with you…and if this is the way it is ok….” The black leather band with its gold diamonds enclosed about her neck as the blondes daity fingers deftly closed the buckle.

“I do hope you realize what I have done….what you have done?”

“Are you happy?”

“yes, …well most of the time….but I wasn’t in the beginning…and I’m not sometimes when things are starting to happen.”

“so….now there is somebody to be happy with you.” The hug was unplanned. Her body hesititated as dark hair spilled over her shoulders and the thin material with its trim of lace was squished against her, but Shania slowly let out the tension in her body, felt the softness against her own flesh, felt it fit against the crove of her won body and knew she could not deny raven the chance to feel the pleasure that she had felt…continued to feel….even as her body responded to the warmth of the embrace. Her stomach finally rebelled.

Realization then she was hungry…physically hungry…so long denied in her haste. “Hungry….god am I hungry…I think I could eat a horse.” Flashbacks raced across her mind, fangs sinking into furry flesh…blood warm upon her mouth its taste sweet as honey. Another image crosses her mind, a great black stallion watching her, prancing about her as she struggles in the bonds that hold her in place…feeling its heat over her. Washing away to meat within her mouth, fresh and bloody, the texture so smooth as it slides down her throat. Shaking then, head rolling she looks up and sees the black hair swirl about her face.

“Shania …come back…what is going on?” Concern and fear upon the voice that echoes off the walls…over and over again.

“Ok … got to get something to eat….food.. real food”

It was something he could do…sent the orders…delay her some to ensure the new one did not become agitated…watch and learn, learn what might be offered, what might be taken. A good master ensured his slaves were well kept, especially those that were of high value. Like the gold of the ground, a well trained and capable slave was rewarded, like any commodity it was to be guarded with great care. Something had happened to one under his control, something that would endanger his timeline now that all the seasons had aligned.

The great furry shape stops at the door, its bulk easily blocking the way out. Raven screams, not a simple scream, but the blood curdled screams of someone either about to or already dying. It reverberated off the walls in an eerie portent of prey about to be devoured. With her ears stinging Shania reached out to the wolf, and reached back to Raven her arms sagging with the effort, lacking the energy to do much else. “Oh no….Shania, don’t touch it will …will bite you…”

“Its ok…ok” even then the wolf slowly entered, doing as commanded, paying homage to its alpha. It crawled across the floor; a wet nose upon the feet of the blonde one, wondering what this new amusement was that shared the bed, a bed shared this past week with but its own kind and the blonde. “They saved my life, do not be scared…” looking then to meet eye to eye with Raven, “Raven, look at me, Damn it, look at me”. Perhaps it was the cussing; Raven turned her head and looked into her new friends eyes, “its ok, see he’s here to protect us…aren’t you” nuzzling the wolf cheek to cheek, its long tongue suddenly rolling along her neck, then across her face. “I’m happy to see you too…” stroking the fur about his neck, while a long furry snot goes downwards, tongue playing across the base of a rounded breast…she smiles and laughs, “Oh you lecherous old man, that only comes in the morning.”

“You….don’t not really….no….I’m so not going there right now” words, hinting at something she cannot say, not in company trying to convey thoughts that can’t be true. Looking then at Shania, trying to see if what she has heard is really in error…’must be’ she thinks. Yet the truth resides in the blondes eyes, a truth she can see but doesn’t want to.

“Yes, I do…..” Looking back into the brown eyes of the older girl, judging her reactions, “They saved my life…saved me from rape. I enjoy their company, and you will learn they are more than wolves, they are men, or at least once were”

“No….no way” shaking her head, the hair gently bouncing around her shoulders in long black waves, lost in the inky blackness of the room. “What have I gotten my self into?”

The wolf yelps, runs to the door, wagging a long grey tail and looking over his shoulder. Expecting them to follow watching with large dark eyes…a light flares on as the generator kicks in once again. “Raven, come on…someone is downstairs for us to meet.” With that one explanation Shania gets up, still naked, not even trying to put something on as Raven watches.

“Aren’t you at least going to put on a robe or something” Raven asks, standing in the dark night in the dark teddy of lace and silk….color blending into the shadows of the room.

“No, but the teddy is enticing…keep it on” a pause…a slight turn of the head like she listens to something else, “The smith likes it”

“What!?” complete outrage….finally a smile back, white teeth clearly evident, “Shania, I’m going to do you in once we get done eating for scaring the hell out of me in this creepy place.” Following hesitantly, she finally let out a breath of air, clearing the tension from within her. The smell met her, something warm and savory, rolling up the stairs. “What the hell….ok Shania, what is going on….you said some things, you said nobody was here.

The blonde girl continues naked down the stairs, a little light glowing from somewhere down below. “I’ll answer your questions while we eat…I promise it will be good. Maybe when we get some more supplies it will become great…cook does what he can with what he has.”

“Seeee… there you go again, cook, smith, who are these people.” Suddenly she was stopping on the stairs refusing to go further. “You are sooo wrong if you think I’m going to display myself to a bunch of men in this skimpy little outfit….I got this for you.” Another pause then as footsteps receded into the rooms at the base of the steps. “Shania….did you hear me….this is like …so wrong….I trusted you.”

From somewhere down below. The clink of silverware upon porcelain, “Raven, cook has done a great job…there is even some fresh bread, must have baked it this evening before we got back.”

“OHHHHH, where is my robe!” A pause, followed by a change of tone to something less angry, “Shania, I’m so not as comfortable like this, not like you…I’m sorry.” Footsteps echo on the stairs the occasional board creaking as she adds her weight. “Ok, ok, you promised though to answer my questions.”

The fork stopped halfway to her mouth, eyes traveling from the dark tangle of hair flowing over shoulders to fall at a level that would be the small of the back. Eyes continued down Raven, large dark eyes set sensuously above the rounded lips. Even without makeup their fullness begged to be kissed. But it was lower that made her insides quiver. Raven was a woman, all woman. The black teddy was a constant reminder of her curves the lines of the fabric accenting each and every one of them. It reminded her of why she had been attracted to the woman hiding behind the ill fitting dress. The promise she had felt was contained therein. Frankly she had even underestimated that promise and was in awe of a body that men would fall over for. God, she was a girl and was falling over for it.

“I think I should be a little worried about how you’re looking at me. Like you are so staring at me.”

It was the sooo that brought her back to reality, she let the fork find her mouth and roll the food around within in it tasting it like she wanted to taste the dark haired wonder now taking a seat at the table. “Raven, I’ve got to eat…but you say the word and I’ll change what I’m eating right here and now”, adding a wink to drive home the point for her friend.

“I like knew I needed the robe….you are sooo hot for my body”, the giggle didn’t belong to that luscious body, no it belonged to somebody six years younger. The red that colored the cheeks reminded her of the last week….red blossoming along her own as well. This just wasn’t happening.

“Girl, you are sooooo not wearing a robe”, Shania mimicking the choice of words, having her own fun. Inside, that spot that remained hers knew she was responsible for Raven, would feel horrible if it all went bad. Sincerely hoped she did that Raven was the one, the one that would find the life here to be beneficial and would grow into the woman she could become. The teddy was a good start. Good that she was learning that she was desirable after spending years trying to hide her self away in that silly library.

She watched while the girl picked at the food…and she devoured hers. There was something more to it than not being hungry, a tension in the shoulders, almost like she could smell it. Leaning back in her seat she asked the question “So what would you like to know?”

“Like for starters how is it that we are sitting in front of a table of cooked food….this is so creepy.” There were lines between her brows, the face neutral. “You said nobody was here?”

“I said nobody human was here”. Watched the face opposite hers change and frown.

“I so don’t want to fight Shania…like ok, not human…like is this one of those alien abduction things?”

Shania actually thought about it for a moment, then eyes twinkling, “I suppose I’ll find out tomorrow…my master has me booked for the evening. To tell you the truth I always referred to them as elves before I saw the first one.”

“Girl, you are like so making me creep out. …I think the only way I’m getting any sleep is if you got my back….and don’t let go.” Raven actually rose then….”You wash, I’ll dry”

“How about cook takes care of the dishes like he always does, and I make him happy tomorrow so we can go to bed now…..”

“I so don’t want to know….but yah,” the look said it all, the silent yawn only made it more so, “take me to bed Barbie.”

“I’ll race you, I hate sheet hogs……and don’t worry bout the wolves….they’re our guards.”

“Shania, you changed the subject…you owe me some answers”, Raven waited patiently, finally getting a little exasperated sigh….this was like so not going to be a fight she hoped. “Like for starters you have no clothing…not a stitch in the closet…or down here…what’s up?” Watching for any indication and change that would give her a better understanding of what it really meant to be wearing the little leather band about her throat.

“I don’t have to worry about it anymore…I wear what gets laid out, ok, can we go to bed?” There was a expectation in the her friends eyes, “I drove….you got to sleep in my lap you know”.

“You’re telling me some man lays out what you wear everyday and you like go for it?”

“I asked before I put the collar on you.”

“Like, yah you did, … so like what’s going to happen to my stuff?”

“I don’t know, but you don’t have to worry about it. Some you find gets modified, some you may never see again. But then tailor does a great job making stuff. Remember all the bolts of cloth you helped me unload tonight?”

Raven just nodded her head…

“Did you notice its not here?”

Raven looked about, all the stuff they had pilled into the room was moved or not there anymore….”Oh, shit….like this is sooo creepy.”

“Not really…you’ll get used to it. think quad pro quo….your body is the currency. You pay and everything gets taken care of.”

Fear seemed to light the brown eyes….understanding that she really didn’t understand what she had signed up. It had seemed like such a good idea, the way the blonde moved, the freedom she seemed to embody. All that silly talk about masters, was it really real? In the books the woman always managed to convince the master that he really wasn’t in charge. Got him to fall in love with her and then she controlled him. Suddenly it didn’t seem to be like a book…she wasn’t ready to use her body as currency. No that was so not her…what had she been thinking. “Do you like get any say in anything?”

“No”….then almost like she was reading her mind Shania said, “Raven this isn’t like the book….in some ways it is so much more, my god the pleasure can be more intense that anything you have experienced.”

Raven watched the blondes eyes haze over, like she was going back to he experiences and reliving them. That was really creepy…could you really have such intensity in sex. Thought about the truck and blushed. Maybe you could, maybe they would….maybe it was enough that she would be sleeping with her and would get to find out. Still the fear clung to her. Everything was such an unknown. “ok, lets go to bed…let me think on it.”

Shania reached out and jabbed her under the ribs. The tension in the room seemed to evaporate with that single move.

“You are so going to get it now”

Laughter filled the air about the house. Darkness nestled in against the old white house, filling the halls with the gray of night as voices danced upon the walls. Female voices…not just one…but two…and into the darkness ran a ragged soft cry. A cry of hope and lust...for the first time the future was looking bright, the first time in a long long while. The minions sighed, agreed that the master knew best, agreed there and then to obey if he could just keep the toys coming. Tomorrow was looking bright indeed. There was much to do to prepare for the upcoming feast. Unknown to the two girls giggling and bouncing on the bed upstairs they were to be the star attraction, the entertainment.

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