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 Title: Kissing a Stranger Pt 3


Summary: Kissing a Stranger Pt 3


Keywords: erotic



   The doors closed behind the pair of beautiful, naked women, and Ariella
jumped as they slammed into the frame.  The entrance hallway was lit by a
candelabra that had been set on a decorative table just inside the door. 
Its tarnished golden arms and blood red candles did nothing to dissipate
Ariella's fears; if anything, it reaffirmed that she was in a dangerous
place with possibly dangerous people.

   The illumination gave away almost nothing of the mysterious house. 
Ariella could see that the furniture was elaborate, decorative, and useless
in the way that no one was expected to use it for any other purpose but to
show off wealth and impress guests.  Ilara can consider me impressed,
Ariella thought.  There were large, framed paintings on the walls, but she
couldn't make out any details in such poor lighting.  The hallway continued
on in front of her to a grand staircase that rose to a walkway on the
second floor.  The light of the full moon shown through a grandiose window
that rose from the middle landing to the ceiling, casting long shadows back
at her.  There were doors leading off of the hallway, but they were all
closed.

   Ariella felt a flash of fear, the instinct to run was almost
overwhelming.

   "Mistress?" the voice came from behind her.  Ariella yelped and darted
forward, sure that someone was going to take her from behind.

   "Michael, why did you scare our guest?" Ilara chuckled and winked at
Ariella.  "Take these, dispose of the rag.  Also, dear, park the car,
please." She deposited the pile of their clothes into the arms of the man
who owned the voice as he stepped into the light.  He was taller than
Ariella by almost a foot, with wide shoulders that were muscled.  His face
was handsome, clean shaven.  His hair was cut close on the sides, with a
wingtip of gray showing at his temples, and longer on top, combed to the
side.  Ariella pried her eyes from his face, only to squeal as she realized
that he, too, was naked.  Almost.  His muscular frame was impressive, he
obviously took good care of himself; the proportions of his body were
perfect, in Ariella's opinion.  Her eyes continued down his body, she tried
to avoid looking at his cock, but she couldn't help it.  It was hanging
limp, six at least and around the base was a golden cock ring that almost
seemed to glow in the dim light.

   "I apologize, Mistress.  It was not my intention to scare, just to
serve," Michael said.  He moved past the women and picked up the candelabra
on his way further into the house.  Ariella watched him as he exited
through one of the doors nearest the stairs.

   "Like what you see?" Ilara said, standing close enough to Ariella that
her breath caressed her neck.

   "I...what...I don't even know where to begin," Ariella stammered.

   "Good.  I don't want you asking any questions.  You will get what
information I give you.

   Speaking of which, your reward is this way." She grabbed Ariella's hand,
like she had done so long ago, back at the dance club, and began leading
her to the stairs.

   Ariella let herself be pulled through the house, up the stairs, and into
a room without taking in her surroundings.  She was distracted by Ilara. 
Not just her physical presence, but the power that emanated from her,
especially when she was giving a command.  It was almost as if she wanted
to obey her, needed to obey her when she spoke.  Ariella had wanted to park
the car if only it would have pleased Ilara.  She had played the submissive
girlfriend before, but never had she felt so compelled to obey, so full of
the need for Ilara's approval.

   "Sit on the bed, my pet," Ilara's voice rang through her head.  She
promptly sat.  Only when she jarred herself with the impact did she notice
that she was in a bed room.  She sat on a large four post bed in an
enormous room.  Ilara walked around the room lighting candles that were
already set out.  As the room became brighter, Ariella noticed that the
furniture was as ornate as that of the entrance.  The dresser, desk and
chair, and night tables were all carved with reliefs that showed nude men
and women.  They seemed to move in the flickering candlelight, writhing
together in an orgy, forever locked in that moment of pleasure.

   "First things first.  Back at the club, you exuded sexual power so
fiercely that the crowd turned ravenous.  I wouldn't be surprised if it
hadn't turned into an orgy after we left," she said, depositing the matches
back into a drawer in the desk that Ariella had not seen her take them out
of.

   "How did I do that?" the question came out before she could think to
hold it in.

   "It's alright, you may ask questions for now," Ilara said, noticing the
look on Ariella's face.  "You have a talent.  A magical, sexual talent.  It
is hidden deep inside you.  I sensed you from across the bar, when you
started to dance.  Lay back, in the middle of the bed." Ariella moved back
onto the bed, getting into position.  When she lay on her back, she noticed
several sets of hooks on the ceiling and the wall behind the head of the
bed.  She raised an eyebrow at how curious a thing like that was.

   "Most magical abilities are latent, never blossoming into something that
can be used or shaped.  Yes, before you ask, magic is real.  But not like
what you think," Ilara said, going to one side and pulling on something
heavy that made a metallic scraping sound underneath the bed.  She pulled
out an arm restraint that had a chain connected to it, the other end
running under the bed frame.

   "You've got to be kidding me?  Magic?  Sexual magic?  Like I can cast a
spell on someone and make them love me?" Ariella smirked.

   "Make fun while you can.  I am going to prove to you that magic is real.
Hand," she said, crawling into the middle of the bed so as to reach
Ariella. She fastened the restraint around her left wrist and adjusted the
chain so that it was taught, pulling Ariella's arm out to the side and
slightly above her head.

   "What are you going to do that will prove I have magic?" Ariella said.
Ilara followed suit, pulling out three more restraints, one for each limb
and fastened them while pulling them tight.  "Tying me up, however fancy
the set up, is sexy, but not magical."

   "Do not mock me again.  I have told you already that I will prove it to
you," Ilara said, her voice harsh and demanded obedience.

   "Yes, mistress," Ariella said, the defiance suddenly gone from her and
the desire to do as she was told returned.

   Ilara climbed into the bed, crawling across the mattress.  Ariella's
heart beat faster and faster the closer that Ilara came.  Ilara climbed on
top of her, sitting on her pelvis.

   "I intend to play with you, use you in any way that I see fit.  I will
ask a lot of you, but in return, if you are successful, I will give a lot
to you.  Is that satisfactory, my pet?" Ilara massaged Ariella's breast,
running the hardening nipple between her fingers, pinching on it lightly.

   "Mmm...yes, mistress," Ariella said.  Her eyes were closed and she
arched her back.

   "You must beg for permission to get off.  Is that understood?" Ilara
pinched her nipples hard, twisting them in her fingers, snapping Ariella's
eyes open with a sharp intake of breath.  "Yes, mistress.  Can I cum? 
Please?" Ariella said.  To her, she sounded insincere.  Ilara must have
thought the same thing.

   "No."

   Ilara twisted her body and placed her kneed on either side of Ariella's
head, bringing her still soaked mound onto Ariella's face.  Without
hesitation, Ariella darted her tongue out, lapping at Ilara's clit. 
Ariella felt the shift in Ilara's body as she bent over, placing her hands
to either side of her hips.  She could feel Ilara's hair as it fell down
around her own moist sex and thighs.

   "You smell so sweet, my pet," Ilara said before kissing her pussy.  She
didn't tease or nibble on her clit, she pushed her tongue into it and made
circles, hard and fast.  Almost instantly Ariella came.  Her body bucked
under the weight of Ilara and she bit into Ilara's thigh.  Ilara slapped
Ariella's vagina, hard, ending her orgasm with pain as quickly as it began.
"Well, I can't say that I'm not surprised, after your show at the club. 
Well, punishment it is then." Ilara climbed off of Ariella and over to the
night table.  There was a little bell, the type used to summon servants in
a long ago time.  Ilara took the bell in her hand and rang it, three short
dings.  She lounged against the head board, waiting.

   A few seconds later, the door opened and Michael stepped in.

   "Yes, Mistress?"

   "Do come in Michael.  And leave the door open," Ilara said as she stood
up and started walking toward the door.  "This one needs to be punished."
She knelt before Michael, grabbed him by the hips and pulled the tip of his
flaccid cock into her mouth.  She twirled her tongue around the tip,
sucking on the head.  He grew hard instantly, stiffening in her mouth.  She
grasped the base of his cock with her hand and began to stroke him into her
mouth.  Ariella strained to keep her head up where she could see, but all
she needed was a glance.  Michael's dick had grown to a size she thought
only existed in porn.  Ilara tugged on his balls with her other hand,
massaging them hard.  Michael squeezed his eyes shut, whether in pain or
pleasure, Ariella could not tell.  Ilara took her mouth off his cock and
looked up at him, all while continuing to stroke him and squeeze his balls.

   "Can you help me punish her?  She came without permission.  I need you
to show her what happen when you disobey.  Can you do that?  For me?" She
pleaded with him, but somehow Ariella knew it was an order.  This was not
the game she came to play; she had been excited about an evening with
Ilara, tantalized by her willingness to dominate her, and even curious to
know what powers she thought she had.  Something in Ariella's mind told her
that she needed to leave, that she should have left when she had the
chance.

   "I don't want to play this game anymore.  Untie me so I can go.  Thanks
for the fun, but I'm out," she said, playfully, but serious.

   "Shut your whore mouth, bitch," Michael's voice was hard and uncaring.
"I am going to fuck every hole you have.  And you will like it." Ilara let
him go and he climbed onto the bed.  He looked like a predator who had just
cornered his prey and was moving in for the kill.  His handsome face was
pulled back in a feral snarl Ilara stood and walked causally back over to
the side of the bed where the bell sat.  She rang it again, twice this
time.

   "Don't think you get to have all the fun, my pet," she said as Ariella
looked at her with pleading eyes.  "I would do as he says, he can be quite
aggressive sometimes.

   Ariella squirmed, trying to get out from under Michael, or throw him
off, but it was no use.  The muscled body that she had been admiring was
just too much for her to toss without the use of her hands and feet.  He
climbed over her hips to straddle her belly.  He looked at her with
voracious lust and animalistic intentions.  He guided his cock to her face
and placed it on her lips and chin.  Ariella turned her head, but Michael's
strong hands pulled her face back.  She clamped her lips together, tightly.
He rubbed the end of his long, throbbing cock on her face, lips, and chin,
spreading Ilara's saliva all over her.

   "Open up.  Be a good girl and this will all be over quickly," he said,
pinching her nose closed.  She held her breath for as long as she could,
but gasped her mouth open, sucking in much needed air.

   Michael did not hesitate to shove the end of his dick in her mouth,
cutting her off mid-breath.  His cock stretched her jaw painfully as he
pushed further into her mouth and down her throat.  She gagged and bucked,
trying to get air into her starved lungs.  Ariella bit down, trying to bite
through his dick, if possible.  He gasped, but did not pull back.

   "Oh, I should mention, pain is his thing.  That really gets him going,"
Ilara said.  "You might want to try doing what he says."

   He grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her up further onto
his cock, pushing it back into her throat, causing another gag.  Ariella
tried to relax her gag reflex, but was too frantic.  Finally, after what
felt like an eternity, he pulled back, all the way out of her mouth,
letting her gasp for air.  He still held her nose shut with one hand.

   "Are you going to open up for me?" he asked, all harshness gone from his
voice.

   She didn't speak, just kept gasping for breath.

   "Will you bit me again?"

   "No."

   "Oh, please do.  It hurts so good." With that he shoved the end of his
dick back in her mouth.

   She knew what to expect this time and was able to draw in a breath
before he cut off her air.

   As he pushed into her throat and mouth, she bit down on his shaft,
holding him in place, lest she tear his skin.  Every thrust he would pull
back out of her mouth and let her gasp in air before plunging back in.

   Ariella heard footsteps, the soft padding of bare feet, and glanced over
at Ilara.  Another woman, one of the faces from the windows, was standing
next to her.  A blonde girl, seemingly no older than eighteen or nineteen,
stood naked with rapt attention to Ilara.  She was ignoring Ariella and
Michael.  They might as well not even exist to her.

   She turned her attention back to Michael, who was speeding up, and had
thrown his head back in pleasure.  She felt him push into her throat and
released her nose to grab the back of her head as he came, his seed pumping
into her mouth, dribbling down her tongue.  Ariella hated the taste of
semen, it even made her sick to her stomach those few times she had
swallowed before.

   She could barely keep from spitting it out purely from reaction, instead
she held it in her mouth, not sure what she should do.  She eventually
decided to swallow it, better than getting punished for some wrong doing
she didn't know she did.

   Michael pulled out of her mouth, trailing a line of cum from the tip of
his penis to her mouth.  He crawled down to the foot of the bed and
disappeared from view over the side.  Ariella expected he would get
punished for getting off so quickly, but Ilara was giving orders to the
blonde and had not even been watching.  The blonde girl, her orders
received, turned and exited the room.

   Michael reappeared in her vision with the ends of the chains connected
to her ankle restraints.  He walked up the bed toward the head board,
causing Ariella's ass to lift off of the sheets and her to bend somewhat
painfully at the waist as her feet came up over her head.  She noticed, to
her dismay, that he was in fact still fully erect, dripping cum and spit
from his dick.  He attached the chains to the farthest apart hooks,
spreading her legs and relaxing the painful bend in her belly and back.  He
walked back over to her, standing above her face, looking in her eyes.  For
a split second, gone before she could even register the look had come, she
saw sadness, or even pity on Michael's face.  He had seemed to be enjoying
himself and the look confused her.  Before she had time to think about it,
the hateful, animal look returned.

   "I hope you like it rough," he said through clenched teeth.

   He squatted over her, laying his cock on her swollen pussy.  He rubbed
back and forth, sending little shockwaves through her.  She didn't know how
she would take all of his girth in and hoped that he wouldn't tear her. 
Ariella hoped she was still wet enough to allow him to penetrate her with
ease.

   He slid his dick back and forth, thrusting hard and pushing it down with
his hands so it would run between her ass cheeks and over her asshole. 
Michael pulled back and angled his cock down and into her.  He pushed with
his hand and body weight, trying to force his overlarge member into her
tight hole.  She winced as he penetrated her, a little at a time.  Ariella
was still very wet and aroused, despite getting off twice and he slid into
her.  The pain was incredible, a burning sensation radiated out from her
core and into her limbs.  She began to quiver and shake with the feeling.
With less than a quarter of his length in her, he began to pull back,
slowly at first.  His cock came almost all the way out and then he pushed
back inside her, deeper with every stroke, loosening her to his size. 
Michael picked up pace, squatting up and down, with his dick pointing down
and into her.

   Ariella was on the brink of another orgasm when she remembered that she
had to ask permission.  "Can...I...please...get off...mistress?" her words
came out choked as he pounded down on her causing her breath to rush out
with each thrust.

   "What a wonderful pet you are.  I thought you might forget again," Ilara
laughed playfully.  Ariella hoped that she would answer her soon, she
wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.  "My pet, you may get off.
Now."

   With the word, her world exploded, her pussy clenched down on Michael's
dick so hard he was unable to move as she quivered around him.  The scream
that escaped her lips was involuntary.  It was part pleasure and part pain.
Her vagina ached from the Michael's large size, but the ache was a good
feeling.

   Before her orgasm ended, Michael pulled out of her and unlatched her
legs, letting her catch her first full breath of air in what seemed like an
hour.  He reattached the chains under the bed, Ariella noticed.

   She heard clapping.  Ariella opened her eyes and looked around the room.
Ilara, Michael and six others, three more men and three women, including
the blonde from earlier, stood off to the side of the bed.  Ariella had not
heard them come in.

   "You have done well so far, but you are not done," Ilara said,
absentmindedly grabbing Michael's dick in her right hand and began stroking
it.  He winced imperceptibly to all but Ariella.  "We will enjoy you very
much." She pushed Michael down on the bed, his legs hanging off the side on
the floor, and climbed on top of him.  As if that was the signal, the rest
of the group joined them on the bed.

   Ariella experienced a sensory overload.  Ilara mounted Michael, grinding
her pelvis on his, intermittently bouncing up and down on his long dick. 
The blond girl got on all fours between the legs of a short haired brunette
while one of the men fucked her from behind.  The last girl in the group,
another blonde, but older than the first, climbed on top of Ariella,
pushing her pussy onto her face.  Ariella vision was blocked and she didn't
she who touched her.  It could have been the woman on top of her or really
anyone else.  Not knowing who was touching her made her both apprehensive
and aroused.  She had had fantasies about orgies and groups, but had never
done anything like this before.

   A finger slipped inside her pussy while another worked her clit.  She
didn't know if she could possibly get off again, but someone was determined
to find out.  The woman, the older blonde, on top of her began to shake,
and grabbed Ariella's breasts roughly, pulling hard on her nipples as she
came.  Her juiced flooded out of her and into Ariella's mouth and on her
face.  The taste was salty, and bitter, but not altogether bad.  This new
girl had tasted nothing like Ilara.

   When the older blonde moved off of her, Michael was standing over her,
stroking his cock, watching her.  She thought for a minute he would face
fuck her again, but instead he dropped to his knees and laid his dick on
her face, still stroking himself.  He picked up pace and began breathing
heavy.  To encourage him, she licked the under side of the tip and down the
length to his hand that was working his shaft furiously.  Remembering that
he liked pain, she bit the skin of his dick, working her teeth back and
forth, grinding it.  He ejaculated, grunting like he'd been kicked in the
gut, on her face and neck.  Michael continued to squeeze his dick and he
pumped out semen, spreading it to her chest and then back onto her face
again.  She closed her eyes to avoid making it hard for her to see. 
Michael relaxed above her and she felt him roll down beside her.

   Suddenly there were mouths on her face, and neck, licking and sucking up
Michaels cum.  Ariella's eyes were closed and she didn't know who was
cleaning her up.  As she was enjoying the attention, she felt a dick slid
up between her legs and push at her, trying to enter her.  Out of reflex,
she spread her legs, allowing the new dick to enter into her easily. 
Thankfully this man was not nearly as well endowed as Michael.  As a matter
of fact, from what she could tell, this dick was rather average size.

   She opened her eyes to see the man who had longer, curly hair and about
two weeks of beard growth, pounding away at her.  He was skinny, but not
overly muscled.  He smiled at her when they made eye contact.

   Ariella glanced around the room.  The brunette was not straddling one of
the other men, his dick in her vagina and the other man was fucking her
ass. Squatting over the man lying on his back with her ass on his face, was
the younger blonde, making out with the brunette.  The dick withdrew
quickly from her and she felt more hot semen flow out onto her.

   "Please, give me all of it," she said without thinking about it.  It
seemed like the right thing to say, given the current situation.  Both
blondes moved over to her and began licking up the cum on her belly and
pelvis.  The younger girl ran her hand over Ariella's swollen clit, and she
jumped from the sensation.  She dipped her finger in and out of Ariella
soaking wet mound, lubricating her finger.  As she sucked cum out of her
belly button, she looked up at Ariella, and pushed her finger into her
asshole.  It slid in easy, as all of her was soaking wet at this point. 
Ilara came into view between her legs, smiling at her, crawling across the
bed.

   "My pet, do you enjoy the attention?" Ilara asked.

   "Yes, mistress, I do very much," and it wasn't a lie.

   "Would you like to get off again?"

   "Please.  Could I?  I would be good, I promise," begged Ariella.  This
time she didn't feel foolish at all.  It almost came naturally.

   "Yes, you may," Ilara said, positioning herself lying between Ariella's
legs.  She began to lick playfully, teasing her clit.  She would lick up
and down, all the way to her asshole, still being fingered by the blonde.
Ariella felt movement on the bed and when she looked, noticed that
everyone, even Michael and curly haired man were moving toward her.  It was
a little intimidating, so much attention directly on her.

   Hands explored her body, pinching lightly at her nipples, rubbing across
her belly and down her thighs.  The sensations of all these people touching
her while she was being pleasured by two women were almost more than she
could handle.

   She felt a body over her left hand, couldn't see who it was with
everyone else so close to her.  Ariella reached up and began stroking a
leg, it was hairy.  She lifted her had as far as she could and felt a
flaccid cock, much larger than normal.  Michael.  She turned her head,
trying to see him in the crowd.  He guided her hand to his balls, and she
knew what he wanted.  Squeezing them and pinching them elicited a loud,
deep moan that she heard over the panting and soft, wet sounds the others
were making.

   Ariella reached her hand back, exploring under Michael's balls, reaching
back for his anus.  She pushed her finger against his hole and with no lube
save sweat, it was dry and unyielding.  She started to pull back when he
grabbed her arm and pushed her hand back up.  Ariella knew it would be
painful for him, but he seemed to want it.  She pushed up against his
asshole.

   Finally, her finger slipped inside.  He winced, loudly.  The crowd
parted and she could see him now.  Michael was looking directly at her, his
eyes on fire.  She slowly fingered his ass while he stroked his massive
cock, making himself erect again.  Ariella pushed further up, into him, the
skin pulling painfully on her finger.  She could not imagine what it must
be doing to him.  He grunted, and whispered "a little more." She read his
lips more than heard his voice.  Her finger was as far into him as it was
going to get, and she started moving it in and out, wagging her finger. 
That must have been what he wanted, because he came again.  He shot a thin
load on the back of the brunette and on the sheets.  He slumped down,
spent, finally.

   Being able to please him like that turned her on in a way that she
didn't think was possible.  Her body was on fire, spreading from her core,
out to her limbs and consuming her, burning her down to her soul, the pure
essence of what made her a person.  She looked between her legs, catching
Ilara's eyes.  Her irises swirled like small, green storm clouds.  The
biggest orgasm of her life was building in her, coming from Ilara.  The
whole experience was surreal, to be surrounded by all these people, Michael
and Ilara especially.  To be the center of attention, to do so many things
she had fantasized about but never had the courage to do.  This was
something truly amazing.

   Ilara's tongue worked faster on her clit and the finger in her ass was
joined by another, albeit, smaller finger from one of the guys.

   Michael sagged onto the bed, next to Ariella's hand.  He grasped it with
both of his and kissed her fingers.  She looked over to him and she saw
that look of sadness on his face again.  This time it remained.  She
wondered what could make him so profoundly sad at such a time.  Ariella was
as high as she had ever been.  He smiled at her, showing not pity, but
warmth and caring.

   Her thought were of Michael when she finally came.  Her whole body
tensed and relaxed as one, she didn't scream so much as sigh deeply.  She
rode the waves of pleasure that washed through, over, and around her for
what seemed like hours.  When finally she came down, the morning sunlight
was peaking through the trees and illuminating the house.  She fell asleep,
exhausted, and full to the breaking point with sensations that she had
never had before.  Michael lay cuddling her hand, asleep as well.  The
others where cuddle around her, all fast asleep.  She closed her eyes and
let the blackness take her.

   Standing at the door Ilara looked at her slaves and her new plaything,
sleeping piled on each other.  Ariella's arms and legs were still chained
down, but she didn't seem to notice.

   Hopefully Ariella would prove to be stronger than the last apprentice
she had taken.  Michael had shown so much promise, but was not strong
enough to have survived the trial.  She would find out soon if Ariella was
what she hoped she was.  If not, Ilara was prepared.



   to be continued....
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