Part I
My name is almost impossible to pronounce or explain. So, just callme "Storm." I'm an Indian, a "half-breed," and I'm an instructor in thedata processing department of the local junior college. My office isjust opposite Lysilph's office. She's the department head, and my boss.Whenever I look up, I can see her sitting at her desk, her auburn hairhighlighted by the sunlight streaming through her office windows.
When our office doors are open, I am able to hear her telephoneconversations with friends and associates - at least her half of them.She speaks of nothing incriminating, or extremely personal. Her voice isdeep and sensual, and leaves me with the impression that everyone shespeaks with is special.
Whenever she leaves her office, she has to pass my desk. I pause towatch her walk by. The scent of her perfume lingers long after she hasdisappeared from view. She always appears businesslike, always perfectlydressed; but, beneath it all, I sense a femininity that she just can'thide.
On several occasions, I have attempted to start conversations with mylovely supervisor. Each time she cuts me short with an "I'm too busy totalk just now" or "Maybe later, Storm. Maybe later." But the hinted at"later" never seems to arrive. She once suggested that "perhaps you needa little more to do, if you have time enough to chat!"
I become obsessed with Lysilph. I daydream of her in my arms: Lysilphin my bed, naked except for thigh-high black lace stockings; Lysilph inthe shower, dressed in a sheer nylon nightgown; Lysilph kneeling beforeme, dressed in black satin bra and panties, begging me to love her;Lysilph on my arm as I stride into a fine restaurant, quiet and adoring;Lysilph beside me in my restored Volvo, the hem of her skirt pulled toher crotch exposing dark stockings and white thighs, her hand massagingmy penis through my trousers.
My work, strangely enough, does not suffer. It even seems to improve.I work my frustrations off by paying more attention to detail and to thetechnical aspects of my job. The superior work I am doing drawsLysilph's notice. "The security system you devised for the proprietaryfiles was superb, Storm. I'm very pleased with it. And you." She smiles.
"How about a coffee and croissant to celebrate then, Boss?"
"Sorry. No time. Maybe later," the smile vanishes. She turns andstrides away. I watch the subtle sway of her hips and the movement ofher full buttocks under the skirt of her suit as she returns to heroffice.
My obsession grows.
I follow her home one evening, and park in a tree line just South ofher house. I watch her through the windows with my binoculars as shegoes about her evening activities. I even follow her to the mall on herlunch hour, and observe her purchases from a distance.
As a result, I become as familiar with her habits as I am with myown. For instance: She prefers to shop at Victoria's Secret. She likesfine sherry and the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber. And she loves to read.Every evening after dinner, she turns on the stereo and sits down infront of a fire with a book and a glass of sherry. When she becomesdrowsy, she sets the timer to turn off the stereo, and goes upstairs toundress for bed.
My obsession grows. And, with it, a plan. A long weekend is comingup. I know from earlier conversations that Lysilph has no plans for theweekend.
I have plans, though.
I send her, anonymously, a dozen blood red roses, Lloyd Webber's newrecording of "Aspects of Love," and a bottle of sherry. The noteaccompanying my gifts reads, "You deserve a very special weekend. Pamperyourself. Enjoy!" and is signed, "D.L. - An Admirer."
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Part II
Her Victorian house sits at the end of a two lane country road. Thenearest neighbor is at least a half mile away. I nose the P1800 into thegrove of pine trees on the dark side of her property. Here, near theriver, it is be hidden from the sight of anyone approaching the house.
Except for the glow of firelight in the downstairs windows, the houseseems deserted. Nevertheless, I approachecautiously. It won't do toattract her attention now. I stand on tiptoe and peer in the sittingroom window. At the far end of the room, a door opens. Lysilph isbriefly outlined in the doorway. She pauses, as if she were aware of mypresence outside the house. The light from the room behind herilluminates the lush curves of her body, silhouetting her against herclothes. I inhale sharply. She is lovely. I draw back from the window,far enough that she can not see me, yet I can still command a view ofthe entire room.
She closes the door behind her and walks to the couch. This time thefire paints her curves in shadows on the clothing she wears. The effectvanishes as she turns on the reading lamp and sits down. The glass ofsherry she carries is placed on the wine table beside the couch, and shesettles in for her evening of reading.
I return to my car to wait.
I waken with a start. Glancing at my watch, I find that I has beenasleep for a little over two hours. I yawn, stretch and leans betweenthe front seats to remove a small, nylon bag from behind the passenger'sseat. I exit the car and makes my way silently toward the house.
I peer once more into the room. The fire has died down, but thereading lamp provides enough light that the entire scene is exposed tomy eyes. The drugged sherry I sent her has taken effect. Lysilph hasfallen asleep, and the book has fallen from her hands.
I tap lightly on the window. She doesn't stir. I tap harder, thenharder still. She sleeps soundly, unaware of my insistent knocking.
I make my way to the rear of the house. The back door of the oldhouse isn't locked. The door opens silently and I enters the darkenedkitchen. I stand for a few moments while my eyes become accustomed tothe lack of light.
The sound of the music guides me through the darkened rooms toLysilph's sitting room. She sleeps soundly. Her breasts push against herhigh-necked blouse with each inhalation. "Lysilph," I whisper. Shedoesn't stir. "Lysilph?" This time in a conversational voice. Noresponse. "Lysilph!" I say loudly. She moans softly and shifts on thecouch. I shake her shoulder. "Wake up, Lysilph!" Her eyes flutter, open,gaze unfocused toward me, and immediately close. She moans again andsinks deeper into her drugged dream state.
I chuckle. "Great! She's really under. Now let's just see if thishypnotic stuff really works!"
"Lysilph, you are asleep now. You are in a deep sleep - deeper thanany sleep you've ever experienced. When you waken, you will rememberonly that you have had a long, relaxing sleep. During your sleep, youwill have several erotic dreams which excite and fulfill you. I am your'Demon Lover' and I am here to give you everything you have alwayswanted. I will tell you what to do and what to say, and you will do andsay as I ask. It is what you want, Lysilph. And I know what you want,what is best for you. When you hear the words 'Demon Lover,' you willrelax. You will feel safe. You will feel wanted, and aroused. You willwant to please your 'Demon Lover' and to have me please you." I repeatmy instructions several times in a soft, even voice. "Do youunderstand?"
The drugged beauty's answer is almost too low for me to hear. i dohear her muttered "Yes." I think I also hear her murmur, "Please loveme."
I stand back to look at the unconscious woman. I think of itas "taking inventory of the goodies."
She sits on the couch, head back against the high cushions, mouthslightly open. Her white teeth and pink tongue are visible between herfull lips. Her left hand lays in her lap, curled into a loose fist. Theright has fallen to her side and lays on the couch palm up. She hasdressed as if she were expecting me -- or expecting someone. She wears abeautiful ruffled silk blouse, with long sleeves and ruffled Frenchcuffs. It is buttoned to the throat, and the stand-up collar frames herlovely neck. A dark brassiere is barely discernible through the whitesilk. Her sarong wrap skirt is black silk, soft and clinging, reachingto mid-calf. When she shifted on the couch, she had drawn her left footback towards the couch. Her skirt has fallen away exposing her extendedright leg to the thigh. She wears a dark blue satin slip that stretchestightly across her thighs. Beneath the slip, I can make out the outlineof a garter strap. The gunmetal blue coloured material covering thoselong legs are stockings, and silk, not nylon pantyhose. Her feet areencased in high-heeled shoes of a darker gunmetal blue.
I pick up the book that had fallen to the floor when she fell asleep."The Story of O" by the Marquis deSade, a classic of sado- masochism,bondage and discipline. I didn't know that about her! What newchallenges this represented! And I chuckle again.
She stirs then, surprising me. "Is someone there?"
"Just me, Lysilph. Just your 'Demon Lover.'" I pour some of thedrugged sherry into her glass and hold it to her lips. "Here, Lover.Drink a little wine. It'll relax you."
She drinks from the glass as I bid her. She settles once moreagainst the cushions of the couch.
I wait until her breathing becomes regular, then stand. "I'll giveyou some time to relax, Lysilph. I want to explore, anyway."
I remove my shoes and pads through the house as silently as a cat onvelvet.
I have already seen the kitchen. And the "sitting room," whereLysilph "sits" waiting for my return. My voyage of discovery takes methrough the living room, the dining room, the foyer and front hallway, asmall "powder room," and a very business-like den.
The house had obviously belonged to her father, or at least to somemale. There are unmistakable masculine touches everywhere. Especially inthe room I can not help but thinking of as "The Library." A fire burnsin the fireplace here, also, illuminating the floor-to-ceiling bookcasesand the hundreds of volumes in them. I examine several volumes and amsurprised to find an extensive selection of so-called pornographicliterature. All the "classics" are here, and some I have never seen oreven heard of before. There are illustrated sex manuals, handbooks onerotic art, photo essays on the most beautiful women I have ever seen.There are books on lingerie, and movie stars, and housewives andschoolgirls and office workers. Each and every one is lavishlyillustrated, many in colour. There are books on bondage and discipline,sadism and masochism, pinups, amateur "action" books. There are novelsand volumes of poetry. Everything I, or any other libertine, couldimagine or hope for is represented.
Reluctantly, I leave the library and turn my attention to the upperfloor. Here there are four bedrooms, two on either side of the hall, anda large bath at the far end.
Three of the bedrooms are simply furnished. Each of the three holds alarge bed, a small dresser and a nightstand with a lamp and an FM radio.Two of the rooms contain high-backed reading chairs and floorlamps. Thethird holds a small table and two straight-backed chairs.
The fourth is obviously Lysiplh's bedroom, and is ample evidence ofthe barely repressed femininity that I knew existed. Her bed is anisland of white lace and red satin in the center of the room, orientedwith the foot of the bed towards the door. A full moon shines throughthe windows at the head of the bed illuminating the room. The bed isflanked by an antique double dresser on one side and a vanity on theother. Huge mirrors on both vanity and dresser provide the room with anillusion of an endless precession of beds, each smaller than the next,fading into infinity. The walls are decorated with Victorian prints offlowers and ladies. Hidden speakers repeat the music from the room inwhich Lysilph lays in drugged slumber.
I enter the room and peers at the first picture. A raven- tressedGibson Girl cringes as a villain in a Mourning Coat hovers over her. Imove to the next picture. The same girl is now firmly in the villain'sgrasp. The villain holds her to him with his left arm while he rips herbodice from her with his right. The next picture depicts the haplessgirl, bodice in tatters, lying on the bed. Her skirts are in disarrayexposing long, stockinged limbs. Succeeding pictures tell the tale. Thegirl, now tied to the bed's jutting posts, is partially stripped andrepeatedly raped by the villain. In the final picture, the villainstands over the girl as she gazes lovingly up at him. She is smiling.
"Now there's something I didn't know about the untouchable Lysilph."I continue my examination of her room.
I open the drawers of the dresser. I find two are filled with satinand silk underwear - brassierres, panties, slips, half slips, teddies,bustiers and garterbelts. Red and black and blue and champagne and white-- all colours of the rainbow and all shades of the colours. One by one,I examine each piece of lingerie, lifting them to my nose and inhalingher scent and the lingering traces of her perfume. Opening anotherdrawer, I find stockings of silk and nylon, seamed and seamless, plainand patterned. Blouses, sweaters, socks and "sensible" clothing fill theremaining seven drawers.
The vanity has only four small drawers. These are filled with small,personal items. Nothing of interest, at least to me. But the top of thevanity is covered with perfumes, and lipsticks, and fingernail polishes,and eye shadow -- all the colours and smells that make "a woman" into"The Woman." And these do intrigue me. I can imagine the eroticsensations I will experience as I put eyeshadow and lipstick upon theunconscious, helpless beauty. My breathing quickens and my heart poundsin my chest.
I turn to her closet, opening the door and glancing inside. I findthe typical suits and skirts and blouses and sensible business attire -I've seen her daily in her "power" suit of Navy blue, white blouse and"man's" tie. Nestled among the "sensible" attire are several pieces ofrather suggestive clothing including a black satin "After Eight" dresswith an extremely low neckline and a skirt slit almost to the waist.There are also several nightgowns and peignoirs of silk and satin hanghere as well. The dichotomy I discover in her room amuses me: Thesurface view is one of the deadly efficient business woman, whilebeneath the harsh surface an entirely different story of hiddenfemininity emerges. Apparently, she is driven by the same passions andforces that drive me. I close the door.
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Part III
I return to the sitting room. Lysilph has not moved. She sleepssoundly as I approach her and touch her cheek. "Ummm," a small moansounds deep in Lysilph's throat.
I sit on the couch next to the sleeping beauty. My right hand travelslightly over her face. My fingers brush her eyes, and her cheeks.Slowly, tentatively, I move my fingers over her full, sensuous lips.With index and middle fingers, I trace the outline of them. I take herchin between the thumb and fingers of my hand. Exerting pressure, I drawher chin down until her mouth is fully open. She sleeps on. Boldly,then, I touch her teeth. I trace the outline of her teeth, sliding myfingers over them and under her lips. Around her mouth my fingers move,feeling each lovely tooth. Now I moves to her tongue. I touch the tip ofit. Another moan from the unconscious woman. I take the tip of hertongue between two fingers and play with it. I stroke it, and pull on itgently. I move it from side to side within the beauty's mouth, roilingit between my fingers, and massaging it as I would a small moist penis.Her mouth fascinates me and I spend several minutes playing with it,with her tongue and teeth. I bend closer to her and run my tongue overher lips. I lick the exposed tip of her tongue. I nibble on her lips andtongue, gently. Working up my nerve, daring hardly to breathe, I placemy mouth over hers. I inhale her breath, sucking it deep into my ownlungs. I kiss her. I run my tongue over her teeth and over her tongue.Her lack of response excites me, and I kiss her harder, tongue thrustingdeep past hers into her throat. Her breath catches and she moans again.But she still doesn't waken.
During the entire time, Lysilph neither moves nor responds - asidefrom the little moans. I have not touched her, except for her faceand mouth, of course. It is time for the next phase.
I sit back, drawing away from the drugged woman. Her breathing isslow and regular. For several minutes, I watch the rise and fall of hersmall breasts beneath the white silk. I reach out and gently cup thenearest one. My fingers squeeze, and move over the lacy bra beneath theblouse. Gently, insistently, my fingers search her breasts. First one,then the other. My fingers seek, and find, the nipples of those breasts.Through the silk of her blouse and the lace of her bra, I rub them andlightly pinch them. The woman's body, as if with a mind of its own,responds. The nipples harden, pushing impudently against bra and blouse.My hand moves to the top button of Lysilph's blouse. One button afteranother surrenders to my attack. The blouse is open to her waist. Islide my hand into the open blouse, against the sleeping beauty's neckand upper chest. Her skin is smooth, very smooth, and warm. My handmoves lower, widening the opening of the blouse, and exposing the lacyhalf-bra that strives vainly to protect her breasts from the intrudingfingers. Questing fingers, sliding under the lacy cups, find the warmsmooth breast beneath. And, following the curve of breast, my fingersfind and capture the distended nipple. As I had her tongue, I play withLysilph's nipples. I pull and twist, pinching and pushing. They respondby thrusting outwards, stiffening and extending, infused with the suddenrush of blood my invading fingers encourage.
She shifts and presses her breasts against my raiding hands. Herskirt opens further. I reach down and open the skirt fully, spreading itto either side of my captive. I gently run a hand down her stomach toher abdomen. My fingers flutter against her sweet curves, and slide downto press into her panty-covered mound. I grasp the lacy hem of her slipand pushes it up her thighs. I raise her hips, permitting me to raisethe satin slip higher, exposing her Navy silk panties.
Lysilph's head begins to move from side to side, her breathingquickens. She moans. "Shhh. My Lovely One, it's only your 'Demon Lover.'This is what you want, what you dreamed of. Relax, Sweet One. Relax anddream on."
I sit back and watch, waiting. Lysilph sleeps on, head back and mouthopen. Her pink tongue licks her lips, then rests once more against herlower lip. Her blouse is open to the waist, now, and her bra is exposed.Her breasts rise and fell with her breathing. The nipple of her rightbreast is visible above the lace of her bra, still distended with herunconscious arousal. The black silk of her long skirt frames her hips.The blue satin slip is raised above her crotch exposing blue panties andgarterbelt. Long, lace-topped silk stockings hug her thighs. What anerotic picture the helpless beauty makes!
I kneel between her legs. I stare at the silken covered mound of hervulva. The panties are silk, and dark blue. They are cut high on herhips, and lavishly adorned with lace along the sides. I run my hand overthe panties. I bend and smell the perfume rising from Lysiplh's thighs.As my face approaches the sweet juncture of her thighs, the perfumemingles with the musky smell of the woman. I place my face in the sweetjunction, shifting her legs slightly to accomodate me. I inhale herscent. My tongue flicks out and licks her through the material of herpanties. I press my face firmly into her, and nip the lips of her vulvawith my teeth. Her body stiffens. I hear the intake of her breath. Herhips move slightly. As I continue biting and licking her through thesilk, she raises her hips and presses her vulva against my questinglips. "Shhh, Ltsilph. It's okay. It's your 'Demon Lover.'" She relaxes,but continues to press against me as I continue to lick and nibble atthe sweet, silken wrapped treasures. My hands move over her thighs andstocking clad legs, stroking and kneading the soft flesh.
Again, I withdraw my ministrations and gaze down at the helplessbeauty. Her mouth is open, and she breathes heavily through it. Hertongue flutters, and licks her lips. The nipple of her exposed breastseems to wink at me, enticing me, begging for my attentions. Her skirtframes her exposed loins. The crotch of her panties, moist with hissaliva and her juices, hug and emphasize the lips of her vulnerable sex.The dark stockings contrast vividly with her white thighs. She istotally exposed, totally helpless, totally mine! "Maybe later" is NOW!
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Part IV
I pick up the glass, empty now, and the half full bottle of sherryand carries them up to her room. I pour another glass of the druggedsherry for her - just in case.
Returning to the sitting room, I approach the drugged woman. I bendand pull her slip down to her knees. I rearrange her open skirt, foldingthe halves back around legs and thighs, as if attempting to protect hermodesty. I place my left arm under her right arm and around hershoulders; my left hand cups her left breast. My right arm slidesbeneath her legs. Straightening, I lift the unconscious woman in myarms. Her arms fall loosely to her sides, fingers pointing to the floor.Her head falls back exposing her long, slender throat. Her breasts arethrust into prominence. I stand in silent admiration. The fingers of myleft hand squeeze her breast, and seek the nipple. Once again, I coaxand tease the exposed nipple into tumenescence. I bends my head and takethe nipple into my mouth. I lave it with my tongue and nip it, none toogently this time, with my teeth. Lysilph moans but still does not waken.I shift her in my arms, and move my face to hers. My tongue licks herlips, and her teeth, and her exposed tongue. I grip her tongue with myteeth and pull it into my mouth. I suck on her tongue, roiling it aboutin my own mouth and maneuvering it with my tongue and teeth. Herunresponsiveness excites me even more. I swallow the saliva from hermouth, feasting upon it as I would nectar from a soft moist flower. Iinhale her breath. I draws it from her open mouth with my own and tasteher, swallowing her essence, her very soul.
"Enough!" I straighten and carry Lysilph up the stairs to herbedroom. I place the body of the unresisting woman on the red satinsheets. I remove my shirt and my trousers. Clad only in red nylon jockeyshorts, I sit on the edge of the bed. Lysilph lies before me, her skirtonce again fallen open exposing the Navy blue slip. Her arms are at hersides, bent slightly. I lean over her and whisper her name. "Lysilph, itis your 'Demon Lover.' Do you want me to stay with you?"
She murmurs something, but I can not make it out. "Louder, Lysilph.I can't hear you."
"Stay with me. Love me. Oh, love me!"
"Will you do what I ask? Will you please me?"
"Oh, yesss." The "yes" is sibilant, and drawn out. "Oh, please, loveme!"
"Turn over, Lysilph. I want to see your ass. I want to play with it,and stroke it, and kiss it."
The beauty tries to turn over, but she hasn't full control of hermotor activities. I help her, moving her arms, placing them at eitherside of her head. I turn her head to face me.
Leaning down, I pull the sides of her unbottoned blouse from underher body. I reach under her and squeezes her breasts. A sigh escapes herlips. I pull the hem of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt andslide it up her back, exposing the catch of her bra. I unfasten thecatch and, taking one end of the strap in my hand, pull the clothroughly from under her. The action draws a deep moan from Lysilph. Islide my hands under the upper body of the unconscious woman and massageher breasts, stroking and squeezing. Eventually Lysilph relaxes.
I move my attention to the wrap around skirt. Lifting her hipsslightly, I pull both halves of the skirt from under Lysilph. I spreadthe skirt across her body and to either side. Sliding my hands up underthe skirt, I find the waistband of the half slip. Slowly I pull thesatin down her legs, and off over her feet. Briefly I hold the garmentto my nose. I inhale her scent, then toss the slip into the corner ofthe room.
I kneel between the unconscious woman's legs, spreading them slightlyas I lean forward. My hands start at her ankles and gently move up herlegs. I move the hem of her silk skirt up, past her knees, to her hipsand finally to her waist. The blue panties are spread across her roundedbuttocks. My hands mold the panties to her buttocks as I knead them andrun my hands over their firm roundness. I slide a hand up to her waistand insert it under the waistband of her panties. My fingers searchdownward, into the cleft formed by the two perfect globes. I rub thecleft gently, insistently. My finger teases the cleft, searching for andfinding the tight hole of her anus. I press a finger against it,massaging her in a circular motion. My finger presses into her. Iwithdraw it. I raise my hand to my mouth and moisten my fingers. Again,I seek the sweet hole. My finger slides in with less resistance due tothe moisture I have supplied. I press it deeper into her. She squirms,tries to draw her ass away from the intruder. "Shh. It's your 'DemonLover' and I'm giving you what you have wanted for such a long, longtime." She relaxes, then. Her hips move slightly from side to side, thenpress back against my hand, drawing my finger deeper inside her. Myministrations continue for several minutes - my finger slides into andout of her puckered hole. My breathing quickens as her movements becomemore wanton, more insistent.
I remove my finger from her and grasps the wistband of her panties.Slowly, as my other hand joins the first, I draw the panties down offher hips. I have to move from between her legs. I draw her legs closertogether and continue to remove her panties. As they come free of herlegs and feet, I press them to my face. They are moist with her juices,and her musky smell fills my nostrils. My tongue darts forward, and Ican taste her on the material. The panties quickly join bra and slip onthe floor.
I move to the head of the bed and sits near her shoulder. Slowly, Ireach down and turn Lysilph partly onto her side. She turns bonelessly,drugged into a deep sleep, unaware of what is happening now. I pause,stand, and remove the remainder of my clothing. Naked now, I resume myseat at her shoulder. My erect penis points towards the sleeping woman'sparted lips. I inch closer. My penis now touches her full lips. With onehand I guide the glans of my erect organ around her lips, tracing them.From time to time, I probe against her teeth with my penis, never quiteforcing, always withdrawing as her mouth opens slightly. Her tonguelicks her lips. I grasp her hair and pull her face to me, to my crotch.My engorged penis pushes between her lips and into her slack mouth. Imoves my hips back and forth fucking the drugged woman's mouth, stoppingjust shy of my orgasm.
I push Lysilph over onto her back. Her breasts rise and fall, nippleserect and pointing at the ceiling. I spread the blouse once more toeither side of her, and do the same with her black silk skirt. What agorgeous view! White silk blouse, blue stockings and black silk skirt onred, satin sheets. Auburn hair fanned out and framing her head on thered pillow. Eyes closed, lips parted and tongue peeking shyly out of hermouth. At her crotch, an abundance of auburn hair guards the entrance toher vagina. "My God," I think, "her pussy is absolutely covered with thelongest hair I have ever seen on a woman!"
And again I pause. I rise from the bed and walks down the hall to thebathroom. I drink a glass of water, urinate, and return to theunconscious woman's room.
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Part V
I approach the vanity. I remove a bottle of bright red nail polishand a makeup kit and take them to the bed. I open the nail polish. Oneby one, I paint the sleeping woman's fingernails. Opening the makeupkit, I begin to apply colour to Lysilph's eyelids. Carefully, tenderly,I shade several shades of blue and lavendar into intriguing accents toeach eye. Finishing touches are supplied with a dark blue makeup pencil.I quickly brush a rosey blush onto her cheeks and skillfully blend itin. Finally, selecting a tube of bright red lipstick, I deftly apply itto her lips. I take my time, delighting in maneuvering the sleepingbeauty's face and mouth. When I finish, she is an erotic fantasy in theflesh.
My passion is almost uncontrollable. I must have this woman now.Right now. I can wait no longer. Nor will I.
I grasp her left ankle and pull her leg outward. I move the foot backuntil her leg is bent and her knee is pointing upward towards theceiling. I turn my attention to her right leg and do the same with it,until she is lying there, wantonly exposed. With her knees up and herlegs opened, her vulva is exposed to my gaze. I drop my face between herlegs and rub my nose over the furred lips. I drink in her smell. Mytongue darts out, licks, outlines the lips of her sex. My teeth nip ather labia, pulling on each, moving them as my tongue penetrates hervagina. My tongue darts in and out, laving her inner lips and extractingher juices. She moans and moves her hips against my mouth, seeking todraw my tongue even deeper within her. I press my face deep into thefurred vee. I suck her labia into my mouth, licking them with my tongue,and nipping them lightly with my teeth. I bite harder, drawing a loudermoan from the drugged woman's throat. Her juices flow copiously.
I withdraw. She gasps at the sudden cessation as I sit up. Her eyestry to open. Unfocused, they close once more.
I lower my body to hers. One hand guides my erection to the lips ofher vulva. I do not penetrate her. Not just yet. My hands attack herbreasts. I squeeze and pull them. I even go so far as to slap them,first one then the other. The pain draws another moan from Lysilph, butshe does not arouse from her drugged sleep. My fingers tighten on hernipples. I twist them. I pull them. I roll the distended buds between myfingers. My head lowers as my mouth closes over a breast. I suck thenipple deep into my mouth. I bite on the nipple. Not too hard; not hardenough to awaken her. She moans again, now. Her moans are almostcontinuous, coming from deep within her throat. I suck on each breast,each nipple. I alternate my attentions between the pair. As my lipsleave one seeking the other, my fingers replace them. My assault byfingers and and lips continue.
Lysilph's small breasts excite me. I shift my position, kneeling onthe bed, astride her hips. I reach down and pull the drugged beauty to asitting position. Her head falls back and her arms dangle bonelessly ather sides. I bend and kiss the slack lips, again plunging my tongue deepinto the throat of the woman held before him. My erection nudges hersoft stomach. As I release her lips, her mouth remains open andglistening. I shift my hold, supporting her with one hand behind hershoulders. With the other hand I guide my penis to her breasts. Mybreathing becomes labored as I guide my organ over her breasts, pushingit against and into the softness of her breasts. Resting my memberbetween her breasts, I move my hand over one breast and press it againstthe other, forming a warm tunnel, and capturing my thrusting organ. Iplunge back and forth in the channel between her soft breasts until Iapproach release. I slow, stop. Once again I guide the tip of my organagainst her nipple. I thrust, attempting to push her nipple back insideher breast. She moans. I draw the glans of my penis around her nipple,outlining it, manipulating it, pushing it until it glistens with myjuices. I shift slightly, allowing my organ to trail down her belly. Ibend, and take the glistening nipple in his mouth. I taste myself onher and am immediate danger of release.
Reluctantly, I move from my sitting position and off to one side. Awhimper escapes from the unconscious woman. I take her hand in mine andmove it down between her legs. Holding my hand over hers, I move herhand back and forth. My fingers press hers into her cunt. I press hermiddle finger deep inside her and move her hand back and forth, slidingher finger in and out. I continue masturbating her with her own hand andfingers until her unconscious reflexes take control and she begins toadminister to her own needs. "Careful, Lysilph. Slowly. You don't wantto cum yet. You want to prolong it until you can't stand it any longer.Your 'Demon Lover' wants it that way."
I slide my body further up hers until, once again, my penis is evenwith her lips. I wrap one hand in her lustrous hair and turn her head toface me as I rise up onto my knees. With the hand in her hair I bringher head towards me while with the other I bring my hardened cock to herlips. As I rest my penis at the entrance to her mouth, I relase my holdon it and shift my hand to her face. I gently open her mouth, and pushmy penis into the moist tunnel. Her tongue moves reflexively against theinvading organ. I press into her mouth until my glans rests against theback of her throat. I withdraw until I am once again resting just on herlips. And again I thrust slowly into her mouth. All the time, I hold herhead steady, my hand wrapped in her long, auburn hair. As I fuck herface, I look the length of her body. Her breasts move slightly with themotion of her head, her hand is still at her pussy, fingers movingslowly in and out in unconscious reflex. Her long legs are fullyexposed, clad in thigh high stockings attached to her garter belt. Theblue shoes with their spiked heels are still on her feet. My climaxbuilds and I can hold it back no longer. I stop thrusting into her faceand move her head back and forth on my penis. I continue to survey herface and body. Shudders wrack my body as my organ unburdens itself andspurts my hot seed into Lysilph's unresisting mouth. She gags, butswallows the warm salty liquid in an unconscious relflex action. I holdher face to my crotch until the last drop has been wrung from me. I gazedown at the unconscious slut the whole time, marvelling in the beauty ofher face, her slack and unresisting body. Spent, I drop her head to thepillow.
I bend and kiss her slack mouth, licking my juices from her lips."Just a little rest, Sweet One, and we will begin again."
I lie down beside her and pull her to me. Her head rests on myshoulder and my left hand squeezes her breast. The other snakes downover her hips, across her abdomen, and into the sweet junction of herthighs. I cup her vulva, fingers stroking lightly.
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Part VI
It isn't long before I feel the familiar stirring in my groin. Myfingers play over the furred lips of her vulva. I part them and insertmy finger past the guardian labia. I stroke her, back and forth. Findingher clitoris, I grasp it and begin to stroke it and pull upon it. Shesighs. She moans and pushes against my fingers. My left hand risesacross her breasts, up her throat, to her half-open mouth. I trace theoutline of her lips and once again seek her tongue. As the fingers of myright hand stroke her nether lips and delve into her warm recessess, somy left hand acts upon her mouth. Her lips close in reflex, and shebegins to lick and suck my fingers - repeating the actions I had forcedupon her earlier. Her hips press back into my erection as my fingerswork in and out of her vagina.
I whisper in her ear, licking its inner recesses as I do, "It is your'Demon Lover,' Lysilph. I want you. I want you again! I will have you.It is what you want, slut." Her acquiescing moan is all the reply Ineed, or want. My fingers, both in her mouth and in her cunt, moveinsistently. "Your 'Demon Lover' wants your ass, Slut. Move your assonto my cock. Press it into your tight channel. Do it, Slut!"
Slowly she moves her arm behind her and takes my erection. Shestrokes it briefly, and brings the swollen glans to her ass. Pressingback against me, the drug-dominated beauty guides me to the tight hole,and moves the glans back and forth between her asscheeks. My fluidsprovide all the lubrication necessary for penetration. I increases thepressure by hunching my hips forward. The tight elastic gives way and Iplunge into her. A sound, more scream than moan, escapes her lips as Ienter.
"It is what you want, Lysilph. Relax. You have asked your 'DemonLover' to fuck your ass. That is what I'm doing, Slut. Nothing more norless than what you have asked for. Do you want me to quit? Do you wantto make your 'Demon Lover' unhappy?"
"Ungh. No. Oh, no! Please. Don't. Stop." Her reply is slow andhesitant. Muffled by the action of my fingers in her mouth, barelyunderstandable.
"Shh. Sleep, Lysilph. Don't waken. Just enjoy." And she sleeps on,unresisting, compliant.
I ravish her completely, raping all three orifices simultaneously.Fingers of my left hand invade her mouth and rape her tongue. Fingers ofmy right hand invade her cunt and rape her vagina. My long, swollen cockrapes her ass. I twist and manipulate her body as my attack continues. Ifeel the sperm rising in my organ, and arch my back, pressing mythrobbing penis deep within her anal opening. The sperm shoots into thewarm tight channel and I pull her hips tighter against me. My lips andtongue attack her ear, my fingers thrust into her mouth and into herpussy. The intensity of my climax threatens to render me unconscious. Icollapse against Lysilph's back. My fingers remain in the warm orifices,moving slightly in a post-coital tenderness. My penis, remaining insidethe anal channel of my unresisting victim, grows flaccid. I slip into asated slumber.
I return from the bathroom. I carrys a washcloth, warm and wet.Bending over the bed, I turn the sleeping woman onto her back. I spongeoff Lysilph's face and neck. I move down her body and clean her ass andpussy, removing the evidence of my actions, and her unconsciousresponses, from her body. She stirs and tries to sit up.
"What?" she moans.
"Here, Lysilph. Drink this. Your 'Demon Lover' has prepared itspecially for you!" I hold the glass of drugged sherry to her lips.Completely willing and obediant to the suggestions I had implanted inher earlier, and triggered by the 'Demon Lover' phrase, the helplesswoman drinks deeply of the sherry. "That's good. Finish it all, Slut!"and I tilt the glass forcing her to drink rapidily. She empties theglass as if it were water. "Sleep, Slut! I'll be back." I push theunresisting woman back to the bed and leave the room.
Once again I enter the room. I have showered and am refreshed andready, as evidenced by my jutting prick, for another session with mycaptive.
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Part VII
I remove two pairs of stockings from the dresser and cross to thebed. Taking her left wrist in one hand, I tie it to the bedpost aboveher head. Her right wrist receives the same treatment. She is tightlybound, both arms extended above her head. Her breasts, exposed, arethrust into prominence. Slowly and carefully, I raise her as far as herbonds permit, and slip a white satin and lace half bra around her. Ifasten the front closure and gently place each breast in its supportingcup. The lacy bra is cut to thrust the upper half of her breasts intoprominence. Her aureoles show above the lace, and a hint of erect nipplepushes against the soft prison. I pull the halves of her blouse togetherand button it to her neck. I take a pair of white satin and lace pantiesfrom the dresser and lovingly draw them up her long legs. Lifting herhips, I pull them into place and make sure they fit properly - I run myhands over her pussy and ass, smoothing the panties into place and"copping a feel" at the same time. Finally, I move her legs closertogether and draw the long silk skirt around her. Except for her tiedarms, Lysilph looks as if she had fallen asleep waiting for her lover tofind her.
I remove a hairbrush from the dresser and once more approach the bed.I deftly brush the auburn hair for many minutes, and carefully arrangeit around her head, framing her lovely face.
I stand up and admire my handiwork. "Hmm, your makeup is a mess,Slut!" I again make up her face, her eyes, her lips. The eyeshadow isdarker now, with a deeper purple tinge to it, although the bluepredominates. I carefully outline upper and lower eyelids with dark blueeyeliner. Her brows are carefully shaped and colored with a deep browneyebrow pencil. I impart a wicked, pointed arch to them. I payparticular attention to her sensuous, slack mouth. A deep, bloodredlipstick accentuates the fullness of her lips. I take time, once again,to play with her mouth and tongue. I kiss her, drawing her limp tongueinto my own mouth and sucking deeply on it. As I play with her mouth andtongue, I stroke myself to full erection. I stop short of climax.
"Time enough for that, later."
Taking the second pair of stockings, I lovingly tie each ankle to abedpost. I stare at the now bound beauty.
Lysilph, fully dressed, lies spreadeagled on her bed. The red satinsheets provide an erotic frame for the black and white bound beauty. Herwhite silk blouse is again buttoned to the neck. Her black silk skirthas been pulled to her calves, but is slightly open from her legs beingspread as I tied them. I can see the blue silk stocking the full lengthof one leg and a hint of white satin panties. I bend and place the highheels back on her feet. From the jewel box on the vanity I select a longstrand of pearls. I raises Lysilph's head and fasten the pearls aroundher neck. A matching pair of earrings soon complete the erotic pictureof a totally bound and helpless Victorian beauty.
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Part VIII
I sit down on the bed beside Lysilph. My hands follow the clothedcurves of her body. I am delighted with the feel of her silk blousesliding over the satin bra as I stroke her breasts. I cup and squeezeeach breast. My fingers search for her hidden nipples. I find them, andpinch them through the multiple layers of cloth. I hear her sharp intakeof breath, and smile as her nipples distend. Her femininity can not bedenied, even asleep or unconscious. She is decidedly a sexy and a sexualwoman.
I slide my hands to her waist, her small waist. It seems to me I canspan her waist with my hands. I pass a hand over her slightly roundedstomach. I feel the movement of her breathing as I caress the silkencovered flesh. My eyes never leave her face, relaxed and unanimated asshe sleeps her drugged sleep.
I pass my hands down over her hips. Her hips swell out from her waistdramatically, round and full, tapering into long, luscious legs. Hercharms are hidden from my view by the soft, black silk skirt -- except,that is, for the stocking clad leg exposed when I tied her ankles to thefoot of the bed. I run my hands over her abdomen and across her hips. Icup her buttocks and raise her hips off the bed. Her skirt opens andfalls away and her white panty-covered loins are exposed. I lower her tothe bed and places a hand on the silken mound before me. My fingerstighten, and I cup her vulva through her panties. My fingers press thematerial of her panties into her vulva, and I move my fingers up anddown her cleft. I press the silk into her cleft until I can feel herclitoris through the material. Once more, I assail the tiny bud,stroking and coaxing it into full erection. I bend and, placing my facefull into her silken clad vee, nip gently at her clitoris. Again I amrewarded with her moans and intake of breath.
I stroke my erection slowly, watching the bound woman the whole time.And, again, I refuse to permit myself release.
I kneel between Lysilph's stocking clad legs. Slowly, I lower my bodyuntil I lie full length on the unresisting woman. My penis presses intothe panty clad vulva beneath me. I move my hips, rubbing my penis intothe crotch of Lysilph's panties. She begins to respond. Her hips moveslightly in unison with mine, rising and falling, pressing her vulvaagainst my penis. Her head moves from side to side.
I grasp her jaw with my hand and restrain her. "Don't move, Bitch.Your 'Demon Lover' doesn't want you to move. Understand?" And my slapemphasizes my words, rocking her head to the side. She moans, but doesnot waken -- even with the stinging sharpness of my slap, the drugsholds her prisoner.
I lower my head and take one covered breast into my mouth. I sucks itdeep into my questing mouth, and run my tongue over the silk. I chewlightly on the breast, and attack the nipple through the cloth. Aftersome time, I raise my head and looks down at her. My saliva hasmoistened both blouse and bra to the point that they have become almosttransparent. Nipple and aureole are both visible through the layers ofwet silk and satin. I attack Lysilph's other breast with identicalresults.
I am panting now. My need is threatening to overwhelm me. I grasp thesides of Lysilph's blouse with my hands and rip it open. The silkresists, then tears open, buttons flying. Her breasts are protected onlyby the brassierre. I rip that from her body. Her breasts judder with theviolence of my actions. The nipples harden as cool air meets with mysaliva on her breasts. I bend again to her breast as my hand fastens onthe other one. I squeeze and stroke her nipple as I suck the second oneinto my mouth. Teeth and tongue assault bare nipple, sucking and lickingand biting.
My hips move insistently against her crotch. I raise once more and,grasping the waistband of her silken panties, I rip them from her. Thecloth bites deep into her hips before it finally parts and shreds away.The marks will remain on her body long after the weekend is over, but Idon't care at this point. I poise myself above her, guides my erectionwith one hand, and plunges it home deep within her vagina. She doesscream now, and tries to buck me off. My hips move, pinning her to thebed. I slap her again. Once. Twice. Her head whips back and forth acrossthe pillow. As I thrust my cock deep within her, she begins to respond.Her hips move to meet my awesome thrusts, and she moves them from sideto side. My left hand closes on her breast, my fingers wrap themselvesaround distended nipple. My right hand seeks her mouth and explores it,attacking her tongue as she moans. My mouth fastens upon her remainingbreast. I bite the nipple, and suck it deep within my mouth. My cockpounds into her pussy. My fingers roll her tongue around in her mouth.My other hand squeezes the bare breast and twists the nipple betweencruelly. I fuck her. And, she fucks me back. The erogenous centers ofher mind, freed of all inhibitions by the drugs, responds as she hasalways desired--and repressed. Climaxes rise and merge, and releasesimultaneously. I arch my back and look down on the bound beauty as ourclimaxes wash over them. Slack jawed, slack faced, unconscious, andutterly desirable, she lies beneath me. I fall forward on her, spent atlast, beyond recovery.
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How Would You End It? - Part IX
All stories must have an ending, and this one is no different. But I shall leave the outcome up to you. Just take this little quiz, and find the ending appropriate to your preferences.
o On the whole, I think I agree with Storm's actions. Most women want a "take control" kind of man.
If you agree, read Alternate Ending #1.
o I find Storm and his actions reprehensible. Women should not be treated like objects.
If you agree, read Alternate Ending #2.
o I enjoyed Storm's story, but I think he should be punished for treating Lysilph with less than the respect she deserves.
If you agree, read Alternate Ending #3.
o Storm acts as if he isn't aware of the consequences his actions might produce. I am sure there may be serious complications that he does not envision.
If you agree, read Alternate Ending #4.
o Surely you must be kidding! This is nothing more than a childish fantasy, a bad dream!
If you agree, read Alternate Ending #5.
o Storm--and the author--is sick! He needs his head examined.
If you agree, read Alternate Ending #6.
On the other hand, you might want to write your own ending.
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Alternate Ending #1 - Part X
"Storm. Storm!"
"Um. Huh? What?"
"Are you quite through? I don't think I can play 'drugged slut' muchlonger."
"Um. Yeah. Okay. Wait a minute while I untie you. You know, Lysilph,after all these years of business as usual, your suggestion of 'invadingrapist' sure was fascinating."
"Well, there are a few things the people who work for me don't know.And will never know. At work I may be the epitome of the cold 'bitchboss,' but in my bedroom I need to be dominated. I need a real man whoisn't afraid to treat me like a slut and use me. And right now, I needto be loved, tenderly and at great length. Are you 'up' to it, 'DemonLover?'"
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Alternate Ending #2 - Part X
The sound of thunder brings me bolt upright. It is quicklyfollowed by a burning sensation in my groin.
Lysilph smiles wickedly as she stands over me with the still smokingrevolver. "Did you think you were going to get away with this? Did youimagine for even the briefest of moments that I would really want to betreated like a piece of meat? Like your whore."
I realize what has happened as I clasp my hands over the bleedinghole in my groin. I am rapidly going into shock. "Lysilph," I groan,"for the love of God, do something!"
She savors the moment. "Certainly," she whispers and places hersecond shot between my eyes.
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Alternate Ending #3 - Part X
Sounds from the hallway waken me. I rise from the bed and thestill-drugged woman beside me. As I reach the bedroom door, it burstsopen slamming me against the bedroom wall.
"Freeze, you son-of-a-bitch!" The sudden glare of a flashlight blindsme, and I throw one hand up to protect my eyes. "I said 'Freeze!'" Thesecond sentence is punctuated by the sound of three shots being fired inrapid succession.
The sudden burning pain in my chest surprises me. As I fall to thefloor, my final thought is "So, this is death! I wonder what Hell willbe like?" I die without knowing who shot me, or why.
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Alternate Ending #4 - Part X
I awaken finally from a dreamless sleep. I return to the bathroom fora quick, cold shower. I am still towelling off when he re-enters thebedroom.
"Come on, Sleepy Head. Time to rise." I snap the end of my towelagainst Lysilph's naked ass. There is no response from the sleepingwoman on the bed.
I reach down and grasp the cold, clammy shoulder of my dead lover.Realization that Lysilph is dead and beyond my reach strikes home withthe force of a physical blow. And with the blow, my mind finally givesway and the compulsions and obsessions of the weekend are replaced bytotal, irreversible insanity.
Weeks later, the sheriff discovers me and my dead lover.
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Alternate Ending #5 - Part X
I awaken slowly, reluctantly. It is past nine, and I realize there iswork to be done. My wife of thirty-five years lies beside me, sleepingsoundly.
"Damn! What a dream. One of these days I am going to have to get thatwoman off my mind." And fifty-six year old Padua Paldoran, seniorprogrammer/analyst for a leading mid-western retailer, consigns my onebrief passion of fifteen years ago to a dark recess of my waking mindand returns reluctantly to reality.
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Alternate Ending #6 - Part X
"And that's the story, Doc." I was just ending another session withmy shrink. "I keep having these fantasies where I am young and handsomeand totally in charge. Sometimes, like this one, they are violent and Itake advantage of a drugged or otherwise helpless woman. Sometimes, Iend up doing whatever my partner wishes. And sometimes, we just spendour erotic encounters in acceptable, normal ways."
"Now, Fred. We have progressed far enough to not be judgemental. Youknow that, where consenting adults are involved, mutually agreed uponfantasies are neither normal or abnormal. Merely pleasing. So long as noone is unnecessarily hurt, and both parties are in full agreement."
Dr. L. Kunseba shifted slightly. I look up and notice her flushedface and moist lips. Her nylons hiss as she uncrosses her legs andpermits me a tantalizing glimpse of her satin panties. She smiles as shenotices the direction my gaze has taken. "And, 'Storm:' Why don't youjust call me Lysilph from now on?"
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