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 Title: Kissing a Stranger Pt 2


Summary: Kissing a Stranger Pt 2


Keywords: erotic





   Ariella's hair whipped around her head, blown about in the wind from the
convertible top on the Italian sports car that Ilara drove in and out of
traffic, expertly avoiding collisions at high speeds.  Ariella realized
that apprehension, even fear, should be pulling at her mind, but in its
place was anticipation and curiosity.  She could not peel her eyes off of
Ilara.

   Something had happened back at the club, and not just her embarrassing
display in front of hundreds of people.  The crowd had been feral,
animalistic in their desire for her.  Ariella felt that Ilara knew what had
happened, or even caused it some how.

   "What was that?  Back at the club?" asked Ariella.

   "That was you," replied Ilara, never taking her focus off the road in
front of her.

   "What do you mean?  What did I do?  Besides get off in front of a bunch
of strangers.  And, you, who are you?  How did you do that to me?" the
questions poured out of her without her control.

   "I will explain later.  That is, if you can follow my directions. 
Without question.  Is that understood?" her voice was firm but lacked
harshness.

   "Yes." Ariella was suddenly aware of her partial state of undress and
tried to pull the loose bits of fabric over the bare skin of her belly and
thighs.

   "Two things: One, call me Mistress.  Two, stop trying to cover yourself
up," Ilara said.

   "Uh... yes, mistress," embarrassment flushed heavily on Ariella's
cheeks. She wasn't sure that she liked how Ilara was talking to her.  "Why
do I have to call you mistress?" "That is strike number one.  Two more and
I put you out," Ilara said, taking an exit off the interstate at twice the
posted speed limit.  Brake lights flooded the windshield from the cars
stopped at the intersection.  Ilara slowed, but did not stop.  She drove
onto the shoulder and pulled the car into a drift through the red light. 
Ariella screamed as headlights and the loud blaring of a horn passed them
by inches.

   "Are you trying to kill us?" Ariella screamed.

   "While that is technically not directly questioning what I say, that is
close to being strike two.  As a matter of fact, I liked you better when
you didn't talk.  Take you panties off and stuff them in your mouth.  Do
not speak another word until I give you permission." Her order can out much
harsher this time.  If Ariella wanted answers, she would have to play this
game.  Who knows, she might even enjoy being dominated by a woman.

   Ariella lifted her hips and slid her black thong down her legs and off
her feet.  She balled it up and with a look of defiance, thrown in for good
measure, she stuffed them into her mouth.

   The taste of her own juices released after her orgasm lit her tongue on
fire.  She tasted a little of sweat, but it was a good sensation.  She
could feel herself getting wet again, dripping onto the expensive leather
seat.

   "Now, that is a good girl.  I will reward you for your obedience and
punish you for disobedience," Ilara said.  "At the club, you are what
caused the dancers to frenzy.  They would have killed you to fuck you. 
Every one of them.  Raw power such as you used could easily burn you out,
or worse.  You will learn control.  Or not.  You must pass the tests
first." Ilara winked.

   Having the answer to her question did not make her understand what had
happened any better.  In fact, she was even more confused now than she had
been before.  Power?  What was Ilara talking about?  Surely she was just
playing a game.  Ariella was not new to role playing or being submissive,
but it was generally something people discussed before diving off into the
world of kink.  She would go with if for now.  Curiosity or not, if it got
out of hand, she would walk away.  Maybe.

   Ariella shifted in her seat and looked at her surroundings.  The
streetlights were few and far between and the road had turned into a two
lane street that was cutting through heavy woods.  Ariella had lived in New
Orleans since coming to college eight years before, but she had never
ventured out into the bayou.  She sucked in a breath to ask where they were
going, but her string thong slipped down her throat and chocked her.  She
coughed and gagged until it was no longer blocking her from breathing.

   Ariella had fallen in love with the mystery and legends surrounding New
Orleans and when she had graduated from Tulane with her degree in
accounting, it was easy to justify staying in the city permanently.  She
loved the night life and culture and being in the heart of Mardi Gras every
year was worth the high rent.

   Ilara slowed the car to a reasonable speed as the road became rougher,
breaking Ariella out of her reverie.  She looked at Ilara and noticed that
Ilara's focus was on her now.  Ilara placed her hand on Ariella's knee and
began to rub her leg.  She almost pulled back, but stopped herself. 
Ilara's hand traced its way up her thigh, hiking her dress tatters up,
exposing her shaved sex.  Ariella, sensing that she was waiting on
something, shifted down in the seat and spread her legs wider, opening
herself up for Ilara.  She obliged by rubbing her hand up and down on
Ariella's clitoris.  Ilara slipped her middle finger into her and wagged
her finger back and forth.

   Ariella grabbed the car door and console as her whole body tensed with
the upcoming release of another orgasm.  Her eyes pinched closed, breath
coming fast and hard.  She braced for the release, but it did not come. 
The hand that was pleasing her withdrew.

   "You are not allowed to orgasm again until I give you permission. 
Consider this your first test," Ilara said, turning down a gravel drive way
that was all but hidden by the trees.  The scrub quickly opened up to a
manicured drive that was flanked by massive oak trees covered in Spanish
moss, drooping almost all the way to the ground.  The drive way terminated
in a round about, circling a large, fountain.  The white marble was
overgrown with vegetation and no water sprouted from it numerous heads.

   The headlights illuminated the entrance to a grand plantation style
house.  It stood two stories tall with a balcony running the length of the
entire face.  Unlike the fountain, it was pristine white, seemingly newly
painted.  There was light emanating from the house, candles in some of the
windows.  In the quick glance Ariella got, she could see shadows moving
around inside.

   She was scared now.  This didn't seem like a game anymore.  Ariella spit
out her thong and looked to Ilara.

   "Where the hell are we?" Ariella asked.

   "That is strike number two.  Now, get out and walk around to the front
of the car," Ilara said, opening the driver's door and exiting.  Ariella
did not follow immediately, but carefully weighed her options.  Which were,
really, none.  She was God knows where in the middle of the swamp at some
abandoned plantation that was probably the home of a cult or other
nefarious group of deviant individuals that would be as likely to kill her
as to keep her safe.  The only choice she had at this point was to go along
with it.  "Put your thong back in your mouth."

   She obliged the order before exiting the car.  Ilara was lit up by the
head lights, even more stunning in the contrasted background of darkness.
Her pale skin seemed to emanate a subtle glow.  Ariella noticed that her
dress straps were hanging off her shoulders, and it was unzipped halfway
down.  She lifted her hand and made a come here gesture with her finger. 
As Ariella approached, Ilara shimmied out of her dress and let it fall to
the ground.  Ilara had not worn anything under her dress.  She stepped out
of it and toward Ariella.  She stopped reflexively.

   In a flash, Ilara closed the short distance and wrapped Ariella around
the waist with both arms.  She torqued at the waist and sent Ariella
flailing toward the hood of the car.  With the impact, Ariella's thong flew
out of her mouth and landed near the car door.  Ilara quickly pinned her
face down with her legs failing to find purchase in the gravel.  Ariella
outweighed Ilara by at least twenty pounds, but without legs under her, she
was unable to squirm out from under her.  Ilara moved her right hand down
Ariella's back and roughly yanked at the torn dress, making the rips
bigger, exposing more of her flesh.  Her hand dove between Ariella's legs
and plunged into her still dripping wet pussy.  Almost instantly, she quite
fighting as two of Ilara's fingers worked quickly in and out of her. 
Breathing was becoming difficult as she got closer to climax.  She was
riding the waves of pleasure when they broke suddenly at the sound of
Ilara's voice.

   "Remember, you lose if you get off without my permission.  No more
answers," Ilara said while relaxing her hold on Ariella slightly.  Her
breath caught as Ariella rolled away from her, down the hood and onto the
gravel drive.  She jumped up, looking like a wild animal caught in the
headlights.  In that instant, lust and desire overcame the rational side of
Ariella's mind.  Instead of running for her life, she rushed at Ilara,
tackled her onto the hood of the car and smothered her mouth in a kiss. 
Their tongues danced together, in and out.  Ilara bit Ariella's lips hard
and Ariella returned the favor by pinching and twisting Ilara's nipples. 
Ilara arched her back against Ariella's hands, pushing her breasts further
into her grasp.  Her head rolled back and a moan escaped her lips.

   Ilara propped one leg up on the bumper of the car and rolled her hips
forward, exposing herself.  She had a few days of hair growth, but it was
shaved into a patch that followed the natural curve of her legs and pelvis.
Ariella kissed down her neck, biting her once, hard, leaving teeth marks,
that elicited another moan.  She kept kissing down her body, over her flat
belly, and took Ilara by the back of the knees with both her hands and
lifted her onto the hood further.  Ariella knelt between her legs and
hesitated for just a moment.  She took in the naked form of this beautiful
woman and was truly captivated by the experience so far.  She was unsure of
the outcome, but she was willing to see where it went.

   In that moment, movement at the house caught her attention.  There were
faces in the window and when she looked directly at the house, they
disappeared behind curtains and back into the darkness.

   "Forget about them, you have a test to pass," Ilara said.

   Ilara's hips and ass were held up in the air, put on display for
Ariella. She had never been with a woman, but she didn't hesitate any
longer.  She plunged her tongue onto Ilara's swollen clit, circling it and
gently sucking on it intermittently.  Ilara dug her hands into Ariella's
hair, pulling her face harder into her wet, slippery sex.  She pushed her
legs further up in the air and wider, exposing Ilara's tiny asshole. 
Ariella dove her tongue between her ass cheeks and licked hard at her rear
entrance.

   "Ooh, you're not afraid...I see..." her breath was coming in gasps. 
Ariella knew how she liked to be pleased as a woman and had no hesitation
when exploring all of Ilara's body.  She penetrated her asshole with her
tongue, running it around in circles.  Ariella ran her right hand down her
thigh and pushed her first two fingers into Ilara's throbbing pussy.  It
was swollen and dripping juices every time her fingers went in and out. 
She quickly swapped to lapping at her clit again, leaving only one finger
in while making a come here gesture.  Her efforts were rewarded by a loud
moan and the gush of arousal juice onto her hand.  Ilara was close to
climax.

   Her asshole was lubricated with saliva and the wetness dripping out of
her pussy.  Ariella pushed her pinky finger against her tight hole and it
slipped in slightly.  She began to work her finger in and out of both holes
while sucking on Ilara's clit.  Her ass began to loosen and she was able to
plunge all the way in.  Ariella licked faster, changing her pace to match
the speed of her fingering.  Ilara's head was thrown back, and every breath
out was almost a scream.  In the background, Ariella noted with that
subconscious part of her brain that the normal sounds that come with being
in the deep wilderness were a loud cacophony, a symphony of cricket chirps
and guttural animal growls.

   Ilara's climax was so hard and sudden that Ariella was surprised by the
gush of ejaculate that covered her hand, face, and arm.  Ilara screamed in
pure pleasure and every muscle in her body contracted and relaxed as the
waves of her orgasm washed over her.  The sounds of the swamp reached a
crescendo and began to fade as Ilara came down.

   Ariella rocked back and sat on her heels, letting go of Ilara's leg. 
She slid down the hood, unable to hold her weight up with her legs.  She
landed in front of Ariella, spread eagle, sweat covering her pale
nakedness. A smile crossed her face as her eyes opened and she took in
Ariella's form.

   "You have been a very good girl.  You will be rewarded for that
performance," Ilara panted out.

   "Ariella, you have passed your first test.  But you have to know that
this is your last chance to leave.  If you walk into that house with me,
failure from here on out means a fate worse than death.  Are you willing to
accept your fate, either way?" "Yes, mistress," Ariella said with no
hesitation.  She didn't know what to believe about the things that had
happened that night, but she knew where the answers lied.

   "Good.  I hope you survive, I'm starting to like you.  Follow me," Ilara
said as she rose, on shaky legs at first.  She grabbed her dress from the
ground and turned to Ariella.  "You won't be needing those rags, anymore."
She held her hand out expectantly.  Ariella stripped her dress off and
piled it in Ilara's arms.  Next came her bra, a black number to match her
thong.

   Ilara turned to the house and started walking.  Ariella's attention was
caught by the shadowed faces in the windows, but they didn't retreat this
time.  She counted seven of them, both men and women.  She was suddenly
aware that she was not only naked in front of strangers, but that a strange
woman's scent was all over her and likely those seven people had watched it
happen.

   It was an uncomfortable experience, slightly degrading at the same time
as it was arousing.  Her sex was throbbing still from the build up with no
release.

   In that moment, she decided to follow this path and see where it lead.
Ariella didn't believe that she would die or suffer a fate worse than
death, but there was something mystical happening to her and curiosity got
the better of her judgment.  Ariella followed Ilara up the grand front
entrance and through the door that opened as they approached, into the
mystery of what lay ahead.

   to be continued....
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