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Authors name: Homer Vargas & Trey Gallant
Story title : Lilith
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"From Whose Bourne . Lilith"
Copyright 1999 by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas. May
not be copied or posted without permission.
The following is the first of twin stories,
Siamese twins, perhaps, or a single story told from
two different points of view. Read them as a literary
experiment.
Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com or
treygallant@netscape.net
The characters and situations depicted are purely the
figment of the authors' imaginations, and any
resemblance to any real persons living or dead (or
undead, for that matter) is purely coincidental.
The method of induction used in this story is based on
ones which appear in some stories by "Homer Vargas,"
and the outline, pattern and even some of the wording
is used. Neither of us have any idea, nor any way of
knowing if it would actually work, and we accept no
responsibility for any failure or success or
consequences of any person's trying this. It is a
fantasy, folks!
Story 1 "From whose bourne no traveler returns..."
by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas
The rain lashed the windshield. Carl cursed as the
engine began running rough. "Damn it, car, don't DO
this to me!" Ever since he had gotten that bad tank
of gas, contaminated with water and rust, his fuel
lines had been clogging at unpredictable intervals.
He peered through the sheets of falling water as the
motor began to miss, looking for a place he could pull
off the road. Less than 20 miles from the city, but
there seemed to be no sign of civilization along the
two-lane rural road. Wait. There was an entrance
drive! He turned into the drive just as the car died,
and coasted to a stop at the side of the pavement.
Carl sighed in frustration. The house was set back a
long way from the road, and it was raining like a
sonofagun. But there was no help for it, it was
useless to wait here. He could only hope that the
people in the stately home on the hill would let him
in to call the auto club. He was going to get soaked
as it was just walking up the drive.
He was completely drenched and chilled to the bone by
the time he rang the doorbell. Even if he hadn't
been, the vision which greeted his eyes as the door
opened would have left him speechless. She was tall
and slender, yet voluptuously curved. She looked as
if she had stepped out of a Milt Cantif illustration
from 1940; the Dragon Lady from Terry and the
Pirates, perhaps. She was fair, almost pale skinned,
but with raven hair and dark mysterious eyes. She
wore a black satin night gown, floor length, with a
black satin robe, open down the front. Her hair was
arranged in a manner not fashionable for fifty years,
yet somehow entirely appropriate for her. She wore no
lipstick, but her eyes were heavily made up, and her
brows plucked to thin arches. He did a double take;
her eyes were not made up: they had the appearance
naturally that other women tried to imitate with
makeup.
"Yes?" she said, after a pause. Carl came to himself
with a start. He must have been staring at her for
several seconds. She smiled with amusement.
"My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of
her drive, not sure if she could see it through the
storm. "I wonder if I could use your 'phone to call
the auto club?"
"They warn us that a single woman alone should not let
a strange man into her house," she replied in a
teasing tone. "And the traveler in distress is the
most transparent ploy..." She had the hint of an
accent, mysterious and unidentifiable. She didn't
look in the least bit apprehensive.
"Yes, ma'am. This whole situation is right out of a
B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then?
Here is my membership card with my member number.
Tell them I'll wait for them in my car. It's a
gray..."
"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle
impatiently. "I am in no danger from you, but you are
likely to catch your death if you stand out in the
rain any longer!" She stepped aside and opened the
door fully.
Carl did not hesitate, but quickly entered, glad to
get out of the cold and wet. He found himself in an
entrance hall, with a gleaming white tiled kitchen off
to his left, and a living room/parlor before him. A
darkened hall led off to the right. The living room
was furnished in white: deep carpets, plush
overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in a white brick
fireplace. Music was playing softly on a stereo
system with powerful speakers; although the volume
was low, he could feel the bass line.
"You cannot stand there dripping on my carpet. Go
into the kitchen and remove those wet things. I will
bring you something to wear." She disappeared down
the dark hall. Carl gratefully went into the kitchen,
took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He
removed his shoes, then hesitated. Someone, it had to
be his hostess, tossed him a large, fluffy towel
through the kitchen door. She laughed, "Go on! Get
undressed! I will not look. Dry off!"
Carl blushed, but disrobed and dried himself. Then he
wrapped the towel around his body. It was almost big
enough to serve as a toga. Just as he was finished
tucking the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place,
the mysterious beauty returned with a white terry
cloth kimono. Coincidence? Or had she been watching,
discretely? "Here," she said, not unsympathetically,
handing him the robe. "Put this on. I will make you
some tea and join you in the living room."
He donned the robe, and went into other room. While
he was in the kitchen, the lights had been turned
down, and the music had changed to something soft and
dreamy, vaguely oriental sounding, very quiet but with
a slow, pulsing bass. "Sit down and make yourself
comfortable," his hostess called from the kitchen. "I
have turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of
your body."
Carl sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions
of the over stuffed couch with a sigh. The warmth of
the room and the sensuous feel of the velvety pile
coaxed him into relaxing. He put his head back,
heeding the music's invitation to let go.
He must have closed his eyes for a moment, because the
next thing he knew, his hostess was sitting beside
him, one leg curled up under her so she was facing
him. She held a faintly steaming mug, which she
handed him with a smile. "Comfortable? Good. I want
you to feel comfortable. Here, drink this."
He swallowed a gulp of the fluid, a herbal tea he
judged by taste, somewhere between hot and warm.
Almost immediately he felt its soothing effect spread
through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the
drenching he had gotten. He glanced at the woman over
the rim. Her robe was open, and flowed behind her.
The skirt of her gown was slit to the hip, and she was
sitting in a posture that appeared calculated to open
it and display her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline
of the black satin gown was disconcertingly low, and
contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. He
realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her
face. She saw his confusion, and smiled.
"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet
amusement. "Finish your tea. Relax. I want you to
feel comfortable."
"I didn't mean to stare," he stammered, then sipped
more of the herbal brew to cover his embarrassment.
"It really is all right," she stated. "I want you to
feel comfortable looking at me. Relax and feel free
to look at me."
Carl blushed furiously. To put the best face on his
confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically. She
laughed musically and placed one hand on his thigh.
"No, truly! I would not dress like this unless I
wanted men to look at me. I like having men look at
me. I like having you look at me." She smiled and
leaned her face in her other hand, resting that elbow
on the back of the couch. She gazed steadily into his
eyes as she continued speaking. "You do enjoy looking
at my breasts, do you not?" She did not remove her
hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards
his crotch.
"Er...yes, yes I admit I do," Carl replied nervously.
"Yes," she repeated with mock coyness. "I can tell
you do," she went on, letting her fingers trail across
his groin. "I believe looking at my cleavage is
getting you turned on. Do not be embarrassed. It
happens all the time when I show men my breasts. I
like it when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom.
I like it even better when he peeks up my skirt as you
are doing. What is your name?" she said, abruptly
changing the subject.
"Ah...huh? Oh, Carl." he stammered. "My name is
Carl...."
"Carl." she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a
comfortable name. You are comfortable here with me,
aren't you, Carl?" She slipped her hand inside the
robe he was wearing and grazed her fingertips down his
bare thigh.
"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, trying not to show
just how disconcerted he really was. He tried to meet
her eyes, but her gaze was so intense, and the pull of
her low neckline was so strong, that he kept looking
down into the shadowed cleft between her creamy
breasts.
"You are not telling me the truth," she smiled.
"Relax, Carl. Like most men, you are a little bit
afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy woman and I am
wearing clothes that are designed to make you look at
me. I think this negligee with its low neckline
intimidates you. Perhaps you are worried that I might
seduce you and take advantage of you. After all, the
lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. We are all
alone with no one to see what I am doing to you. I
could caress you and you would become hopelessly
aroused." Her palm rested warmly against the inside
of his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in
little circles, barely touching his skin. "Are you
nervous because I could make you have sex with me
against your will?"
"Yes...," Carl answered abstractedly, his eyes and
mind elsewhere.
"Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be
easy, so very easy to manipulate your mind to take
advantage of you. But do not worry, Carl. Relax. I
never make love to a man against his will. I do not
take a man until I have gotten him very, very willing.
If I fuck you, I will make sure you really want it
first. So make yourself comfortable, and just put
those fears out of your mind."
"All right...," he murmured compliantly, even though
some portion of his mind knew that he should not.
"I will help you to forget your fears. Just relax.
You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist
and unfastened the robe. She smiled a little, twisted
smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his
lap. She began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch.
"We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and
listen carefully to everything I say."
"Uh, ma'am. You shouldn't... Please don't do that!"
"Why?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she
replied. "Do you not like my hand there? Doing
this?"
"Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!"
"I know. That is the point. Your manhood is already
growing so big and strong! You are experiencing a
surge of sexual energy."
"But..."
"Do not fight it. It is for your own good, Carl. You
must be completely open with me. Open to me. I want
you aroused. Getting a man aroused makes him docile
and obedient. Does not my playing with your penis
make you feel like doing anything I tell you?"
"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Carl sighed.
"Good. Very good. Now close your eyes and tell me
everything about yourself," she commanded.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am," Carl murmured as her hand on his
cock slowly put him in a pleasant, dreamy mood. His
eyelids drifted shut. He heard her voice, as if from
far away, asking him questions: his name, where he
lived, his friends and family, his job.... He heard
his voice answering. Eventually, exactly what she
asked and what he replied became confused,
meaningless. It became unimportant, impossible to
follow anyhow in the hazy sensual fog that seemed to
surround him, permeate him. Finally, he heard her say
"Open your eyes, carl." It was odd, but somehow he
could HEAR the lower case initial letter, turning his
name into a diminutive.
Reluctantly, he let his eyes flutter open. She was
sitting as before, gazing intently into his face from
up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud enveloping
him, making his head swim. He barely noticed that his
robe was completely open, and the towel unwrapped. He
did notice a curious lassitude. He could barely move.
His head felt light and his body felt heavy and
floating at the same time.
"What happened, Ma'am?" he asked. "And what IS your
name? I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."
"You can call me Lilith, for now," she replied. "And
what happened is what is continuing to happen, what I
am going to continue to do." She continued to caress
his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and
erect.
"What are you doing to me, Lilith?" he pleaded,
feeling helpless and confused.
"Do you not know, carl? You Americans have forgotten
so much history and folk lore. It makes you so
vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She smiled
triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and her lips
had become rosy and full. Not lipstick, he saw; her
lips had changed color while he was...while his eyes
were closed. "To begin with, I drugged you. The tea
of course. You really should not accept food or drink
from strangers, you know." He struggled to sit up;
it was extraordinarily difficult, he was so dizzy.
She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare
chest, easily pushing him back down. She began to
play with his nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I
am still doing, and cast a spell over you so. You
would say I hypnotized you."
"But why?" Carl gasped.
"Why?" Lilith tossed her hair back. "Because I can.
Because I feed off the sexual energy of men who are
careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know
what a succubus is?" She slipped off her robe,
leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush
body.
"Some kind of demon of lust," Carl answered,
struggling to comprehend and resist what was going on.
"That is the medieval definition," Lilith responded
scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you.
According to your Prof. Gould, our two kinds must even
have had a common ancestor in the distant past; I
could even have your child. We will have sex." She
smiled wickedly. "That is how I feed, you know. I
will arouse you until you cannot resist me, and then I
will take you, and drain all that excess sexual power
that I need. If I had not told you, you would not have
noticed. You would just have a hazy memory of having
enjoyed some amazing sex. Of course, you would have
been completely exhausted for a week or more, but you
would have recovered, none the wiser."
"Why are you telling me this, then?" Carl said. A
chilling suspicion began to grow in the back of his
mind.
"I need to draw on a man's sexual energy at frequent,
regular intervals. Until he passed away, I had a
slave who gave it to me several times a month. Since
then, I have not been able to get it nearly often
enough. It is dangerous to pick up a new lover every
week. There are too many diseases out there now. And
it is so hard to get good help these days. It takes a
staff to run a house like this, you know." She ran
her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. "Now
let me have my way with you. I will make you enjoy it
so much that after only one night with me, you will
become my private servant and devoted lover. You have
what I need, and now I have you, carl. And I am going
to make sure you enjoy serving and feeding me."
"Lilith!" he protested. "You can't do...I won't..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking ahold
of his cock again and starting to rub it more
vigorously, but deliciously. "Do not say silly
things. I know what I can do to you, and what I have
done to you. I am a succubus, and I have gotten
inside your mind. After our little chat, I understand
you completely. I know your weaknesses and how to
take advantage of them. I know how to turn you on,
carl, whether you want to be or not. Like most human
men, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a
woman. With me, you are going to get your wish."
"No, Lilith, I don't want that!" he protested. "I
won't let you..."
"Yes, carl, domination. Enthrallment. I can make you
screw me any time I want you to. And since I have not
had a man in several days, I want you now!" She arose
from the couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch
me closely while I remove my gown." She shrugged her
shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her
pale flesh gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing me naked
is arousing you intensely. You are becoming very
excited. Having intercourse with me is part of the
spell. I will put you into a trance that will make
you do anything I say."
"I won't let you do that," he objected.
"Yes, you will. I am going to use a drug on you that
will destroy your mind's defenses against my control,
and permit me to do as I wish with you. It is a
powerful drug that will put you into a deep, deep
sleep." She moved back to the couch and knelt beside
him.
"What drug?" Carl said skeptically. He seemed to be
regaining some control of his speech and thoughts,
enough to know he was in serious trouble. This woman
might not be the creature of legend she claimed to be,
but she was clearly very dangerous. However,
voluntary control of his limbs was creeping back into
his body, as the effects of the doped tea faded. If
he could just stall her long enough...
Lilith laughed. "We succubae have been using it to
make men succumb for eons. Men know and fear its
power. It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug
that can make a man a slave to the woman who gives it
to him. But when a female of my kind offers a dose to
a man, he cannot help taking it. You cannot help
taking it. You will let me give it to you." She began
stroking his penis again, with one hand, while she
caressed his face, his shoulders and chest with the
other. "Men let us drug them because you enjoy too
much the way we administer it." She smiled
triumphantly.
"Lilith, stop!" he pleaded.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she teased, as she
teased his cock with her supple fingers. "We give you
the drug with our pussies, carl. I secrete a mind
controlling hormone from between my legs. It is
absorbed by your penis when you make love to me. It
seeps into your blood and flows to your brain. It
makes you do anything I say. You will like this drug.
You love the way I drug you. You will come back for
it often. You will have to keep coming back to me
again and again for additional doses. Look at my
breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed the
subject, confusing him further. "I want you to kiss
my tits." She flaunted her bosom inches from his
face. He could see her nipples, proudly erect, so
close to his lips. "Kiss them," she coaxed. "Lick
them. Suck on them."
A languor arose from her hand stroking his prick and
spread through his body and mind, making further
resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand to the
back of his neck and drew his face to her bust. He
moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous bosom.
His obedient mouth found her nipple.
"Ah... that is...so nice," the seductress sighed, her
voice deepening with lust and hunger. "You do that
very well. As I knew you would. I am getting such a
lovely buzz on." She moved to straddle his lap. "I
do not do this just to feed on your energy, you know,
nor even just to enslave you. I also have a voracious
sexual appetite." She guided the head of his prick
between her vaginal lips. "You have done very well.
And now I am going to give you the reward you deserve
and now long for." It felt to him as if her nether
lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her.
"Best of all, you do not have to do a thing. Just lie
back and let me do the work. Feel my pussy close
around your cock. Feel it go up and down the shaft of
your manhood. You like it like this. Up...and down,
taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From
now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make
you love it. It is so easy, carl. You like the way I
fuck you. My pussy goes up...and down...up...and
down...deeper and deeper... It is so relaxing, carl.
You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the
pleasure I am giving you. Close your eyes and let me
fuck you...fuck you..."
"No, Lilith," he protested with the last of his
strength and will. He was almost overwhelmed by the
sensual pleasure, but his instinct for self
preservation resisted this soft assault on his
autonomy. "You're trying to hypnotize me!"
"I am not just trying, carl. I am doing it again. I
put you into a medium trance while we were talking
right after you came in. I used post hypnotic
suggestion to leave you weak and easy to sexually
arouse. Now you are going under my spell again. Each
time I fuck you, it will get easier to take you under
my control, the control that you will come to crave.
Now be still and let me continue."
"No," he moaned vainly.
"Yes, carl. This feels too good to resist. You are
getting weak, sinking into my power. You cannot stay
awake. Close your eyes, my pet, and let me fuck you.
You are going to fall asleep in my arms, carl. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake you
will be my helpless, powerless slave. You will forget
all about your former life. You will not need to
think about anything but pleasing me. Serving me,
feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, carl.
Now just relax while my cunt goes up and down on your
cock and puts you to sleep...up...and down...fucks
you...up...and down...putting you to sleep...up...and
down...deeper...up...and down...puts you to
sleep...fucks you to sleep...fucks you...to sleep..."
His consciousness narrowed to the incredible sensation
in his loins. Her voice seemed to fade into a soft,
soothing sound in the background. Slowly she rode him
towards an orgasm. When it came, he felt as if it were
being drawn out of him, rather than the bursting forth
he was accustomed to. As he climaxed, he could sense
her reaching out with her own energy field, the
immaterial part of her enveloping and absorbing his
sexual energy, his elan vital, feeding on it, as her
body fed on his cum. Then his mind dwindled to
oblivion, like a spark dying away to darkness.
The end?
Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com com or
treygallant@netscape.net
"From Whose Bourne . Lilith"
Copyright 1999 by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas. May
not be copied or posted without permission.
The following is the second of are twin stories,
Siamese twins, perhaps, or a single story told from
two different points of view. Read them as a literary
experiment.
Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com or
treygallant@netscape.net
The characters and situations depicted are purely the
figment of the authors' imaginations, and any
resemblance to any real persons living or dead (or
undead, for that matter) is purely coincidental.
The method of induction used in this story is based on
ones which appear in some stories by "Homer Vargas,"
and the outline, pattern and even some of the wording
is used. Neither of us have any idea, nor any way of
knowing if it would actually work, and we accept no
responsibility for any failure or success or
consequences of any person's trying this. It is a
fantasy, folks!
Story 2 "Lilith"
By Homer Vargas and Trey Gallant
The wind and rain lashed the windows of the stately
house on the hill in the country-side. Through the
clamor of the storm, Lilith heard a car's engine begin
to sputter and miss. Few could have caught the sound
over the storm rattling the windows, but her hearing
was more acute than an ordinary woman's. All her
senses -- and urges -- were. And those senses informed
her that the auto turned off the road into her driveway,
and its motor died, leaving it to coast to a stop near
her entrance gate.
She was not expecting any company. She had dressed
for the evening en negligee', as the French used to
say, suitable for a night alone. But also for a tete
a tete, she smiled. Always be prepared. Her house
was set back a long way from the road, and it was
raining torrents. Out here, twenty miles from the
city there were no near neighbors. There was no help
for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would have
to come up the drive to her door, and hope she would
let him in to call for a tow truck. He was going to
get soaked, walking that far. Or she? No, somehow
she knew it would be a male, a young male. Her nerves
tingled in expectation, and her hunger stirred. It
would take him a few minutes to make his way here.
More than enough time to prepare.
She opened her satin robe, black as her hair, exposing
the shorter night gown of the same material. She
appraised her appearance in the mirror in the hall,
noting with approval how the gown and robe set off her
fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark,
mysterious; many women tried to imitate the effect
with make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to
her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosom was twin
snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between.
This would do very well. Experience gave her
confidence in her powers.
She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang.
She let it ring a second time, then opened the door.
She studied the young man standing there while her
appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well
made. His face was ruggedly strong rather than
handsome. No little intelligence, and even more
strength of character looked out of his blue eyes.
His hair was wetly plastered to his head; she could
not judge the color. In spite of being miserably
drenched and cold, he radiated vigor and vitality.
She suppressed an urge to lick her lips. She could
not have chosen better. His stunned reaction
indicated a healthy masculine heterosexuality. Very
good. This would make her task easier ... and more
pleasant. She allowed him to stare for a few seconds
longer.
"Yes?" she said finally. He came to himself with a
start. He seemed embarrassed by his speechlessness,
as if it was the fault of his rudeness rather than her
calculated effort. She eyed him with amusement.
"My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of
her drive, although human eyes probably could not see
it through the storm. "I wonder if I could use your
'phone to call the auto club?"
"They warn single women alone never to let a strange
man into her house," she replied in a teasing tone.
"And the traveler-in-distress is the most transparent
ploy ..." She should know; she had used it often
enough in the past herself. Her accent reflected her
long cosmopolitan life. Of course she did not show
the least sign of apprehension.
"Yes, Ma'am," the distressed traveler answered, taking
her at her word. "This whole situation is right out
of a B-movie script. Could you call them for me,
then? Here is my membership card with my member
number. tell them I'll wait for them in my car. It's
a gray..."
"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle
impatiently. His misplaced gallantry would spoil her
plans. "I'm in no danger from you, but you're likely
to catch your death if you stand in the rain any
longer!" She stepped aside and opened the door fully.
He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad
to get out of the cold and wet. They were in the
entrance hall, with the gleaming white tiled kitchen
off the left, and the living room/parlor straight
ahead. The darkened hall to the right led to the
sleeping quarters. The living room was furnished in
white: deep carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A
fire burned in the white brick fireplace. Music was
playing softly on her stereo system; although the
volume was low, one could feel the bass line from the
powerful speakers.
"Don't just stand there dripping on my carpet," she
smiled.. "Go into the kitchen and remove those wet
things. I'll bring you something to wear." She went
down the hall to the linen closet. From her vantage
point in the dark, she watched him. He went into the
kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a chair.
He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She returned to
the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy towel through
the kitchen door. She laughed. "Go on! Get
undressed! I won't look," she lied. "Dry off!"
He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed
as instructed and dried himself. She busied herself
preparing the living room for the next stage,
surreptitiously looking in on him as he finished and
wrapped the towel around his body. When he had tucked
the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place, she
returned as if by coincidence with a white terry cloth
kimono. "Here," she said not unsympathetically,
handing him the robe. "Put this on. I'll make you
some tea and join you in the living room."
He donned the robe and went into the other room.
While he was in the kitchen, she had turned down the
lights, and changed the music to something soft and
dreamy, vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a slow
pulsing base. "Sit down and make yourself
comfortable," Lilith called to him from the kitchen.
"I've turned up the heat, to help take the chill out
of you."
She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery
and soft cushions of the over-stuffed couch with a
sigh. The warmth of the fire and the sensuous feel of
the velvety pile would coax him into relaxing. She
saw him hesitate, them put his head back, giving in to
the music's invitation to let go. She smiled to
herself and put the kettle on. Soothing and mildly
sedative herbs were ready in an infusion bag. She let
the implied suggestions she had implanted in the
living room music take effect while the kettle boiled
and the brew steeped. When it had reached the right
strength and temperature, she poured a cup for him,
and returned to the living room.
His eyes were closed as she expected. She sat by his
side, curling one leg up under her so she was facing
him, regarding him for a few moments. He would do; he
would more than do. Sensing her presence, he blinked,
and raised his head to look at her. She handed him
the faintly steaming mug with a smile. "Comfy? Might
as well make the best of it Look's like you're stuck
here with me for a while, so you might as well feel at
home. Here, drink this."
Her fingers lightly brushed his own as she handed him
the mug. He sipped the sweet fragrant liquid,
somewhere between warm and hot, to encourage him to
drink. It was delicious. He sipped again. As she
watched, she could almost see its soothing effect
speed through him, relieving the chill and stiffness
of the drenching he had received, as it gently relaxed
his muscles and beguiled his defenses. He glanced at
her over the rim of the cup. Her robe was open and
flowed behind her. The gown was slit to the hip, and
she had seated herself in a position calculated to
open it and subtly display her smooth, shapely legs.
The neckline of her gown was disconcertingly low, and
contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. He
realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her
face. She saw his confusion, and smiled again.
"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet
amusement. "Finish your tea. Relax. I want you to
feel comfortable here."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered,
then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his
embarrassment.
"It really is all right," she assured him. "It is
hard not to look at me, isn't it" Don't worry, I want
you to relax and feel comfortable looking at me."
He blushed furiously. How sweet, she thought, to find
a man who can blush these days. Plainly to cover his
confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically. She
laughed musically and placed her right hand on his
thigh.
"Would I dress like this if I didn't want men to look
at me. I LIKE having a man look at me. Especially a
nice YOUNG man." She smiled and leaned her face in
her left hand, resting that elbow on the back of the
couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she
continued speaking. "And you do enjoy looking at my
breasts, don't you?" She did not remove her hand from
his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his
crotch.
"Er...yes, yes I ... I do," he admitted nervously.
"Of course you do," she repeated with mock coyness.
"I can tell," she went on, trailing her fingers across
his groin. "I believe looking at my cleavage could
even be getting you turned on. Don't be embarrassed.
It happens all the when I show young men my breasts.
I like it when a man cannot keep his eyes off my
bosom. I like it even better when he tries to peek up
my gown as you are doing." His eyes dropped to her
lap in response to the implicit suggestion. "Trying
to see if I have on panties?" She didn't, of course,
and his eyes were riveted to the narrow gap at the top
of the slit in her gown by the hint of a confirming
glimpse. She reached out and took the now empty cup
from his unfeeling fingers. "What is your name? she
said, abruptly changing the subject.
"Ah...my name? Oh, Carl," he stammered, blinking and
dragging his eyes back up to meet her own. "My name
is Carl..."
"Carl," she interrupted. "That's a nice name, an
easy, pleasant name. You like being here with me,
don't you, Carl? Not waiting for an answer, she put
the cup down on the coffee table, and slipped her hand
inside the robe he was wearing, grazing her fingertips
down his bare thigh. "Are you feeling relaxed and
comfortable, Carl?"
"Oh, . sure," he replied hastily, clearly trying not
to show just how un-comfortable he really was. He
tried to return her steady look, but her gaze was too
intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so
strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the
shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.
"I don't think you are not telling me the truth,
Carl," she smiled. "It's all right. Like most men,
you are a little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious,
sexy woman and I am wearing clothes to make you look
at me. I think this negligee with its low neckline
intimidates you. You are feeling a little aroused.
Perhaps you are worried that I might seduce you, try
to take advantage of you. After all, the lights are
dim, the room is warm and cozy. I have you all alone
with no one to see what I am doing to you. I could
caress you and you might become hopelessly aroused."
Her palm rested warmly against the inside of his
thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in little
circles, barely touching his skin. "Are you afraid
that I might make you have sex with me against your
will?"
"Yes...," he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind
elsewhere, as she had arranged.
"Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be
easy, so easy to manipulate your mind to take
advantage of you." Just as I have been doing, she
thought. "But you do not need to worry, Carl. Relax.
I never make love to a man against his will. I do not
take a man until I have made him very, very willing.
If I fuck you, I will make sure you really want it
first. So make yourself comfortable, and just put
those fears out of your mind."
"All right." he murmured compliantly, knowing somehow
that he should not.
"Let me help you forget your fears. You can relax.
You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist
and unfastened the robe. She smiled a twisted little
smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his
lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch.
"We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and
listen carefully to everything I say."
"Uh, ma'am... Oh! . You shouldn't. . Please don't
do that!"
"No?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she
replied. "Do you not like a woman's warm hand on your
sex?"
"Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!"
"That's just the point. Your prick is already getting
so big and hard!"
"But..."
"Do not fight it, Carl. It is for your own good. You
must be completely open and at ease with me. Open to
me. I want you aroused. Getting a man aroused makes
him docile and obedient. Does not my playing with
your penis make you feel like doing anything I tell
you?"
"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Carl sighed.
"That's right. Good. Very good. Now close your eyes
and tell me everything about yourself," she commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am," Carl murmured as he drifted slowly down
through the dreamy mood her hand on his cock induced
and to the threshold of trance she had prepared him
for. His eyelids drifted shut. She spoke to him
softly, her lips next to his ear. She knew he was
hearing her voice as if from a long way off. She
asked him about his name, where he lived, his friends,
his family, his job.... He answered automatically,
without thinking. Eventually, using the information
she gleaned, she began turning the questions around,
twisting his answers into contradictions, confusing
him, rendering the things he had told her meaningless.
The facts of his life grew fuzzy and unimportant to
him. Making him forget the pretty little blonde
fiancee was a little harder, but so satisfying.
Eventually it was impossible for him to follow what
she was doing in the hazy sensual fog with which she
surrounded him, saturated him. Finally, she recalled
him to consciousness. "You may open your eyes, carl."
She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the
lower case initial letter of his name, turning it into
a diminutive.
His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to
leave the pleasant daze. She gazed intently into his
face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud
around him, making his head swim. She had opened his
robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed to
notice. He stirred slightly, trying to move. She knew
he would feel light headed and leaden limbed.
"What happened, Ma'am," he asked. "And what IS your
name? I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."
"You may call me Lilith, for now," she replied. "What
happened is what is still happening, what is going to
happen, what I am going to do . to you." She
continued to caress his manhood, which was by now
quite engorged and erect.
"Doing to me, Lilith?" he asked, looking helpless and
confused.
"Do you not know, carl? You Americans have forgotten
so much history and folk lore. It makes you so
vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She smiled
triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and her lips
had become rosy and full. She saw he noticed the
change. "The tea, of course, was drugged. Nothing
strong, just some herbs to make you sleepy and
disoriented. You really should not accept food or
drink from strangers, you know." He struggled to sit
up, evidently finding it extraordinarily difficult.
She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare
chest, easily pushing him back down. "Don't bother
trying. You are too dizzy to get up yet," she
suggested. She began to play with his nipples. "And
then I aroused you, as I am still doing. That makes
it easy to cast my spell over you. You would say I
hypnotized you."
"But why?" Carl gasped.
"Why?" Lilith tossed her hair back. "Because I can.
Because I need to feed off the sexual energy of men
who are careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you
know what a succubus is?" She slipped off her robe,
leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush
body.
"Some kind of demon of lust?" Carl answered. She
sensed him struggling to comprehend and resist what
was happening. Such great strength of will, such
steely character. His resistance excited her.
"That is medieval superstition," Lilith responded
scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you.
According to your Professor Gould, our two kinds must
even have had a common ancestor in the distant past;
I could bear a child by you, if I chose to. But
tonight we will merely have sex." She smiled
wickedly. "that is how I feed, you know. I will
arouse you until you cannot resist me, and then I will
take you, and at your climax drain from you the sexual
energy that I need. Afterwards, if you left here and
I had not told you, you would not have noticed. You
would have only a fuzzy memory of some amazing sex.
Of course, you would have been completely exhausted
for a week or more, but you would have recovered, none
the wiser."
"Then why are you telling me this?" Carl asked,
suspiciously.
"Because you will NOT leave here, carl. When I pick
up occasional men, I am forced to gorge myself which
leaves them drained and exhausted. It is more
healthful for me, and more pleasant for the man, if I
have a regular lover from whom I can take smaller
amounts of sexual energy more frequently. Until he
passed away, I had a wonderful slave who met my needs
several times a week, even more frequently, when he
was young like you. Since then, I have not been able
to get it nearly often enough. It is even dangerous
picking up strange men. There are too many diseases
out there now."
"And besides, I do need a man around a big house like
this, you know," she added, running her fingers
through his hair, almost tenderly. "Now all I have to
do is take you to bed with me. I'll make you enjoy it
so much that after just one night with me, you will
become my private servant and devoted lover. You have
what I need, and soon you will need what I only can
give you, carl. But fear not, my sweet, I am going to
make sure you always enjoy serving and feeding me."
"Lilith!" he protested. "You can't do...I won't..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold
of his cock again and starting to rub it vigorously
but deliciously. "Do not say silly things. I know
what I can do to you, what I have done to you. I am
now your succubus. I have been in your mind. After
our little chat, I understand you completely. I know
your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I
know how to turn you on, carl, whether you want to be
or not. Like most human males, you have a secret
desire to be dominated by a beautiful woman. With me
, you are going to get your deepest wish."
"No, Lilith, I don't want that!" he protested. "I
won't let you..."
"Yes, carl, domination. Enthrallment. I can make you
screw me any time I want you to. And since I have not
had a man in several days, I want you now!" She arose
from the couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch
me closely while I remove my gown." She shrugged her
shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her
pale flesh gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing my naked
is arousing you intensely. You are becoming very
excited. Having intercourse with me is the capstone
of the spell of enslavement. It will seal the trance
that will make you mine forever."
"I won't let you do that," he objected.
"Yes, you will. You will because I am using a drug on
you that will destroy your mind's last defenses
against my control. It will make you weak and permit
me to do with you as I wish. It is a powerful drug,
carl, much more so than the silly potion I put in your
tea. It will put you into a deep, deep sleep." She
moved back to the couch and knelt beside him.
"A drug?" Carl said skeptically, looking around for
any sign of a hypodermic or pills. She could see that
he was regaining some control of his speech and
thoughts. Soon voluntary control of his limbs would
creep back into his body, as the effects of the
drugged tea faded. He was almost dangerous.
Magnificent! It was time to act.
Lilith laughed. "We succubae have been using this
drug to make men ours for eons. Men know and fear its
power. It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug
that the man knows can make him a slave to the woman
who gives it to him. But when a female of my kind
offers him the potion, he cannot help taking it. You
cannot help taking it," she said, her eyes glowing
into his.
He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust and
horror. He tried to avert his gaze, but he was
powerless to prevent her from beginning to stroke his
penis again. With the other hand she caressed his
face, his shoulders and chest, and gently pushed him
down onto the sofa. "Men allow us to drug you because
you enjoy too much they way we administer it," she
gloated.
"Lilith, stop!" he pleaded, looking up into her eyes.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled,
teasing his cock with her supple fingers as she
crawled up his body to mount him. "We give you the
drug with our pussies, carl. I secrete a mind-
controlling hormone from between my legs. It is
absorbed by your penis when you make love to me. It
goes into your blood and flows to your brain. It will
make you my slave. Don't make me stop, carl. You
will love the way I drug you. You will come back to
me for it often. You will have to keep coming back to
me again and again for additional doses."
"Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed
the subject, confusing him further. "I want you to
kiss my tits." She leaned closer, flaunting her bosom
inches from his face, bringing her nipples, so proudly
erect, close to his lips. "Kiss them," she coaxed.
"Lick them. Suck on them."
The languor which arose from her hand stroking his
prick had spread through his body and mind, making
further resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand
to the back of his neck and drew his face to her
bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous
breasts. His obedient mouth found her nipple.
"Ah...that is so nice," the seductress sighed, her
voice deepening with hunger and lust. "You do that
very well, as I knew you would. I will teach you a
thousand ways to please me. You are going to be a
wonderful slave," she sighed as she moved to straddle
his hips. "Tonight, darling, it is not just to feed
on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave
you. I also have a voracious sexual appetite." she
guided the tip of his prick between her vaginal lips.
"You have come very far, and done very well, and now I
am going to give you the reward I have made you long
for."
With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal
muscles, her nether lips reached out and sucked his
cock inside her. "Best of all," she continued,
leading his mind to be enveloped by hers as his
manhood was swallowed within her body, "You do not
have to do a thing. Just lie back, my darling, and
let me work my will. Feel my pussy close around your
cock. Feel it go up and down the shaft of your
manhood. You like this, don't you? Up...and down,
taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From
now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make
you love it. It is so easy, carl. You love the way I
fuck you. My pussy goes up...and down...up...and
down...deeper and deeper...It is so relaxing, carl.
You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the
pleasure I am giving you. Close your eyes and let me
fuck you...fuck you..."
"No, Lilith," he protested with the last of his
strength and will. He was almost overwhelmed by the
sensual pleasure, she saw, but that strength of
character she had seen in him from the first instant
rose up to defend his autonomy from her soft assault.
How marvelous to find prey worthy of her powers and
skills. She beamed down at him with admiration, as
she continued to rock him into submission. He looked
directly at her, and accused, "You're trying to
hypnotize me!"
"No, carl. I am strengthening the hypnotic control I
already have. You started going under when you first
saw me. I put you into a medium trance while we were
talking as you drank my tea, right after you came in.
Post-hypnotic suggestion left you weak and easy to
sexually arouse. Now you are going under my spell
again. Each time I fuck you, it will get easier to
take you under my control, the control you will come
to crave. Now be still and let me continue."
"No," he moaned vainly.
"Yes, carl. This feels too good to resist. You are
getting so weak, sinking into my power. You are so
drowsy. You are struggling so hard to stay awake, my
sweet. Don't fight it. Close your eyes, my darling,
and let me fuck you. You are going to fall asleep in
my arms, carl. You will fall into a deep sleep and
when you awake you will be my happy sex slave. You no
longer remember your former life. You will not need
to think about anything but pleasing me. Serving me,
feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life,
carl."
"Now relax completely, my sweet, while my cunt goes up
and down on your cock and puts you to sleep ... up ...
and down ... fucks you ... up ... and down ....
Putting you to sleep ... up ... and down ... deeper
... up ... and down ... puts you to sleep ... fucks
you to sleep ... fucks you ... to sleep.." Her voice
became softer and her movements accelerated as she
rode him towards orgasm.
He came, and she reached out with the immaterial part
of herself, her own orgasm enveloping and absorbing
his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body fed on
his cum. Only then did she allow her own climax to
wash over her. She lay next to him for long delicious
minutes as she felt the flow of power from his body to
hers, re-energizing her, nourishing her, rejuvenating
her.
Then, sated for a time, she looked down on the young
man lying beneath her. Drained now, sleeping so
peacefully, so profoundly. Surprisingly, she found
she actually felt affection for him. He was strong.
He would serve her well for many years. The service
would take its toll, of course, but with proper care,
for many years just the same. She had never been
particularly good at caring for her men. But this one
seemed special. She could see that the years would be
happy ones, filled with pleasure. Pleasure in serving
her.
Perhaps, even ... it was too soon to think about that
yet, but the time could be coming ... perhaps he would
be the one she would allow to put the long-desired
daughter into her womb. She snuggled against his hard
young body, happy with her new slave, and joined him
in sleep.
The End?
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