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Hi.
`You are young and strong? Join the service!' Well, Bobby had other
services in mind when joined the army.
As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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Ayerwen
by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
Wen was on the prowl again. Lately it seemed as if she couldn't keep a
bonded for more than a handful of years, where once -- long, long ago -- it
had been twenty years or more before a bonded became useless to her. There
had to be a reason, but whether in her or her victims, she didn't know.
Ayerwen ban Therion had been around for a long time. Close to three
thousand years so far. She was ... special. Her long life didn't show
either, mainly due to her unique diet -- men. Or rather, maleness. After a
brief period during which she bonded her victims to her, she would gradually
drain the masculinity from her victim before discarding him. The discarded
bonded usually didn't last long -- after a little more than a year under
Wen's influence, a dual symbiosis was set up and though Wen could cast off
that relationship by finding another victim to bond, the castoff bonded had
a much harder time of it and usually died within a few days.
Wen liked her victims to fall within a very narrow set of parameters: young
(17-20); blond; between 5'10" and perhaps 6'1" tall, though she could more
easily settle for a shorter or taller bonded than a brunette one, for
instance; and she much preferred a runner's or swimmer's body type -- thin,
sleek, angular. There were other considerations aside from looks as well --
she had to be sure that the young man could be made to vanish without much
comment, for the world wouldn't see her victim again once Wen got hold of
him.
And so Wen was hunting. Her latest 'surfer-boy' was quite used up, and of
no more use to her. She needed another young hunk to feed off of, to use up
and discard. She hoped she could find one that would last for a reasonable
amount of time -- disappearances, even of strangers, were no longer as
easily dismissed as they once were.
She decided to use the local military base as her hunting ground this time.
It was June, just a week after the end of high school, and the new summer
recruits had just arrived. They were a special lot -- either so eager to
join, or with nothing better to do, than spend their summer in boot camp.
Wen figured she could find among the recruits some good looking but shy
virgin, and wanted to get to him before military training took away his
naivete. She had to work fast too, for the base would be closed to the
public after the weekend.
It was easy to be inconspicuous among the families delivering their young
men and women into the hands of the military. And, it was easy to size up
the marks as they did their best to revel in their last few days of
'freedom' for the next four years. And Wen was almost drooling -- the crop
was mighty fine! So many young hunks, many still possessing that look, that
air of innocence, of inexperience at life, that she was looking for.
Once she saw him -- tall, white-blond, with a thin, sharp face and sapphire
eyes -- she knew who her next victim would be.
-*-
Bobby didn't really want to be here. Boot Camp was particularly unappealing
to a person who liked his privacy and individuality, although he had already
had experience in doing without the latter, at least in some measure,
because he had a twin. But he had little choice -- his grades hadn't been
good enough to get him a scholarship for college, so he was resigned to
earning his way to an education the hard way -- in the military.
As he sat on the steps of the barracks which would be his home, along with
19 other guys, for the next six weeks, he noticed the young woman eying him.
It made him very uncomfortable at first -- she was looking at him very
intently, almost ... hungrily! She was quite good looking, though, and
that made his body respond almost unconsciously, causing his cock to swell
in his jeans. As he shifted slightly, trying to make room in his tight
denim for the expanding appendage, he became even more uncomfortable, sure
that the woman knew exactly what he was doing and why. Knowing she must
think him very rude, he blushed and turned away.
Still ... He peeked at the beauty without seeming to (or so he hoped). She
was tall and thin, though nicely curved out at chest and hip, with a nicely
narrow waist. Her face was almost as angular as his own, while remaining
MOST feminine and VERY beautiful. She had violet eyes, and raven-black
hair, long fingers and shapely legs. His cock, at full erection, throbbed,
and he could feel his blush rise again -- he had very little experience with
sex and such physical beauty aroused strange feelings in him.
He was even more disconcerted when the beauty walked over to him and said in
a silky, sultry voice, "Hi, handsome. What's your name?"
Bobby looked up past black, patterned stockings, up past black pleated
skirt, up past pale blue sweater hugging those breasts over a pale pink
blouse, up into those deep violet eyes. He said, "Uh, B-Bobby Herun,
ma'am."
She smiled dazzlingly and said, "My name is Wendy Therion, but you can call
me Wen, Bobby. Pleased to meet you." She held out her hand and Bobby took
it, wishing he knew a more suave way to take her hand -- just shaking the
fine-boned hand didn't seem to be proper enough.
He hesitantly rose to his feet (actually, he was embarrassed to be looking
up past those breasts). It turned out to be harder to stare directly into
Wen's eyes without the distraction of her fine bosom. He felt himself
falling into her eyes: deep, violet pools of mastery and control. When she
spoke, he responded without volition, speaking words that he didn't even
know.
"Well, Bobby, I was wondering," said Wen, "are you doing anything this
weekend? I know you will be off limits on Monday so, well, this weekend is
it, eh?"
"I have no plans for this weekend -- yet," mouthed Bobby. Anyone listening
might have noticed that the phrasing and style wasn't exactly Bobby's -- if
they had been listening (which no one was) and if they had known Bobby well
enough (which no one did). He continued, "Unless, that is, you had some
ideas ..."
"Do you need permission to leave the base, soldier-boy?" asked Wen, knowing
the answer in advance.
"Not 'till Monday, beautiful."
"Then get your toothbrush and come with me." And he did.
Bobby was allowed to think again when they were in Wen's 'Vette. He had no
idea how he had worked up the nerve to accept the dark-haired beauty's
offer, but, as he sat in the bucket seat of the low-slung car with his
overnight case on his lap, he was damn glad he had. He turned to look at
Wen driving, and took in her beauty, and his cock refused to lie quiet. He
adjusted it into comfort again beneath the cover of the case on his lap, and
hoped that Wen didn't mind virgins.
They drove along the three mile driveway that led into Wen's estate situated
in the 'wilderness' surrounding the Base -- very private and very elegant --
and pulled into a garage that was large enough to be an apartment complex.
As they walked from the garage across more lawn than Bobby's whole home
block had possessed, and into a foyer that was larger than his parents'
living room, he wondered what it would be like to live alone amid such
luxury.
Wen led him through amazing hallways and rooms and finally settled into a
couch in what she called the 'entertainment room', which was lined with
video and stereo equipment, and possessed a bar and other party fixtures.
They engaged in a bit of small talk that made Bobby nervous -- he wasn't
used to social situations and the fact of Wen's beauty against the fact of
his own non-experience only made it harder and harder to 'chat'. His
overnight bad seemed to stare at him, accusing him of false (if only
implied) promises.
Finally, he couldn't stand it. He said, "W-Wen, um, I ... I'm really
nervous about all this. I ... I mean, I ... I've never, um, done this
before ..."
Wen laughed and said, "Good! Good. I love to teach, Bobby. Come, follow
me. It's lesson time!"
He nervously followed Wen to her bedroom. It was large but contained only a
bed -- and WHAT a bed! It was 10 feet across and round, with a black velvet
coverlet over black satin sheets. Hanging from the ceiling were blue gauze
curtains surrounding the bed, and Bobby could see a mirror directly above
it. There was a single light fixture on each of the four walls, and each
fixture had four bulbs -- one each of white, blue, red, and 'black' (or
ultraviolet). Wen flicked a red switch on a panel by the door and the red
bulbs lit up, casting a soft red glow across the room.
Wen turned to Bobby and said, "You really have no idea what to do now?"
Bobby bristled a bit and said, "I HAVE read books and seen movies. I'm not
ignorant, just ... just a, well, a virgin." By the end, all his bluster was
gone and he was staring intently at his sneakers.
"Calm down, lover-boy, I didn't mean anything by it. Now, since I have more
experience at this than you -- both watchin' and doin' -- just let me guide
you. First, I'd like to see you naked. Please?"
It took a while, and a lot of encouraging words from Wen -- and eventually a
little hands-on help as well -- but finally Bobby stood naked in Wen's
bedroom.
-*-
Wen looked at Bobby naked and was pleased. He was ideal! Young,
swimmer-slim, with muscles that weren't bulgingly obvious but rather hinted
at or suggested by the flat planes of his chest and stomach, and the
sleekness of his arms and legs. And or course, his hips -- narrow, hard,
with tiny asscheeks like grapefruits. He had a white fluff of pubic hair
around the root of an amazingly long and thin cock. Perfect!
-*-
At first, Bobby was nervous as Wen stared at his nakedness, strolling around
him to see all sides. His cock was solidly erect and sticking straight up,
almost flat against his stomach and reaching up past his concave navel.
That made him more nervous until he realized that if he was still limp in
this very sexual situation, he would be in serious trouble from some
quarter.
Wen ceased her scrutiny and stepped up to him, very close, and looked into
his eyes. She put her hands on his chest, palms centered over his nipples,
and as she pressed he shivered slightly at the odd feeling that produced.
Then she slid her hands across his chest and into his armpits, tickling him
into shivering again by running her fingers through his underarm hair.
She bent slightly and tilted her head enough that their mouths could meet.
When Bobby felt Wen's tongue push his mouth open and enter, he shivered
again. They kissed for a long time, Wen almost holding him up with her
hands in his 'pits, as he finally learned why french-kissing was such a big
thing.
When their mouths parted, Bobby gasped and sagged even more. He felt
strange -- his cock was throbbing, his nipples tingling, his whole body
shuddering with the full, true to life, its happening to me, version of
those little thrills he had felt at the X-rated movies both times he had
managed to work himself up into entering the theater.
Wen said, "Feeling okay, lover boy?" as she smiled knowingly at him.
"O-oh yes, Wen. Just ... perfect!"
"Good. Now, why don't you take a seat on the edge of my bed while I get
naked too."
Bobby fairly scrambled out of Wen's arms and onto the bed, eager to see his
first in-person naked woman.
Wen put on a show, moving as if to unheard music, removing her garments one
by one and SLOWLY! By the time she was down to her lingerie, Bobby was all
but drooling, and his cockhead was rather wet and glistening. Wen's
undergarments consisted of a black lace half-bra which revealed her nicely
large bosom and rose-red nipples, black and red satin panties over a black
and red garter belt holding up those black stockings.
And, she didn't stop there. After pausing and posing while Bobby panted at
the picture she presented so scantily clad, she continued her strip tease.
First, off came the bra, fully revealing the round, creamy breasts. Then,
she snapped open the garter tabs and extricated the straps from under the
panties. Then she rolled each stocking down to her feet and after unhooking
the garter belt she threw all three items into a corner. And last of all,
she hooked her thumbs into her panties and wiggled sensuously out of them --
leaving herself as naked as Bobby.
He just stared. She was beautiful -- VERY beautiful -- but he found her
pussy unique. She had a very small bush -- actually, it was only an inch
wide strip of short black fur centered over and hiding the slit of her
womanhood. He had never seen anything like it before (and no matter how
limited his physical and motion picture experience was, he had a collection
of dirty magazines at home to rival any dirty old man's).
She slinked over to him and just stood there looking down at him. He was
facing her navel, and in good line of sight to that barely-covered cunt, now
showing just a hint of pink between the black fur from her wide-legged
stance. His hand had already strayed to his cock, and now it began to pump
as he took deep breaths of her musky, feminine scent.
Wen said, "Whoa, now, lover boy. None of that, at least not by you." She
went to her knees and removed his hand from his oozing cock, replacing it
with her own. She said, "I think that this fine tool needs some relief:
don't worry, you have plenty of scum for more orgasms and this'll just take
the edge off of your need, not stunt it altogether. Trust me, lover boy.
It'll be good, and it won't stop you from any of the other fun of this
evening."
With that, Wen proceeded to jerk Bobby off thoroughly and excitingly. She
mostly used his own natural (and copious) lubrication, but she also
occasionally took a like of his tube steak. Bobby let the excitement build,
trusting Wen's knowledge, and he was soon tensing, and then exploding in
orgasm.
Wen directed most of the load of cum into her mouth and licked up the
residue without ever closing her mouth around the cock.
When the mess was cleaned up, Bobby found himself still quite erect, the not
quite so worked up. Wen said, "See, lover boy? I was right. There's
plenty of action left in your fine cock.
"Now, I think you should really explore me, find out exactly what girls are
made of. So, if you'll scoot aside a bit, I'll lay next to you and give you
the reins."
Wen stretched languorously on her back next to Bobby, reaching her arms
above her head and pointing her toes in an effort to reach her full length.
Then, she relaxed and turned to look at Bobby, who had just been staring at
the sight of Wen's lithe body.
She giggled and said, "Lover boy, its going to take a long time to get
either of us off that way. Come on, use your hands! Touch, explore, get to
know me. I won't bite ..."
Bobby grinned back, his near awe set aside for the moment. He reached out
tentatively even so, contacting her left breast first, sending a tingle of
excitement up his arm and down to his groin. Then, when she indeed didn't
bite, he grew bold enough to comply with her wishes -- he put both hands on
her breasts and began to explore.
Wen felt as beautiful as she looked. Her breasts were taut but soft, with
diamond-hard points tipping each. He especially liked the way Wen shuddered
when he flicked at her nipples.
He ran his hands over both breasts very thoroughly and then began to go
lower. His hands caressed the base of her ribs -- silky smooth skin just
barely covering the bones. Then her stomach, slightly concave normally, now
positively hollow due to gravity and her position. Bobby traced her abdomen
lightly and laughed to discover that Wen was slightly ticklish.
His hands went to her hips, bypassing the nearly taboo and eagerly
anticipated area of her groin, and continued down her smooth legs. He felt
her muscles tense as he touches sensitive parts of her legs, and they seemed
quite powerful. He massaged her feet lightly, then ran his hands back up
the sides of her body to her armpits, finding another ticklish spot. He
continued up to her hands and then back to her face where he first traced
the outlines of her features, and then leaned over and retraced them with
his tongue. After kissing her for a good long time, he moved his mouth to
her breasts and gave them a good licking, spending a long time nursing at
each nipple, making Wen's hips begin to squirm.
Eventually, Bobby left Wen's breasts, licking down their undersides, across
her ribs, and into the concavity of her stomach and the silky skin there.
His tongue and mouth began to tingle in anticipation of his ultimate
destination as he paused at her navel and practiced, thrusting his tongue
hard in and out of her deep belly button. He spent a bit longer there than
he really wanted to, but he was more than a little nervous about actually
putting his mouth on Wen's cunt.
Oh, he had read all about cunnilingus, and had seen scenes of it in those
movies, not to mention numerous pictures. But, he wasn't quite sure just
what it would be like. Some of the stories he had read indicated that it
was easy and fun, while others said that the smell was devastating and the
taste worse, and yet others portrayed a mixture of the two. Finally, he
decided he'd just have to find out for himself and he slurped his tongue
back into his mouth and continued to lip his way 'south'.
He stopped when he felt the relative roughness of her tiny, sculptured bush
on his chin. He scooted down until he was kneeling between Wen's parted
legs, with her still hidden cunt at eye level. He hesitantly touched the
black fur there with one finger, and was amazed at how soft it really was.
He began to stroke it as if it was a cat, and Wen began to purr (almost),
and wiggle her hips as Bobby petted her pussy.
As Wen wriggled, she opened her legs wider and wider so that eventually as
Bobby petted, he encountered wet, pink skin instead of silky fur-like hair.
He stopped his stroking and looked at his hand, its middle finger nestled
between parted cunt-lips. He raised the hand to his nose and caught the
delicious odor of the pearly liquid clinging to his hand. Then,
automatically, he licked at his hand and tasted his first sample of cunt
juice. It was WONDERFUL! He cleaned off his hand avidly, then fairly dove
into Wen's pussy, eager to get at more of the tasty juice.
First, he just licked up and down in broad swipes, touching all the inner
parts of her cunt -- the folds, the entrance to her vagina, her hidden clit
-- equally and lightly. Then, in response to his own curiosity, he began to
concentrate on her vagina.
It seemed to be very tight (to his inexperienced senses), and it had very
strong muscles. He would probe his tongue all the way into her, and Wen
would squeeze her walls around him a few times before he withdrew it. Apart
from the excitement of his position, and the thought of where his tongue
was, he really liked the juices his probing generated, and he could have
continued like that all night. But Wen, who know far more about it all,
decided that he needed to learn it all.
So she said, "Bobby, honey, I can tell you are enjoying yourself, and I'm
not doing so bad either. But, have you ever heard of a clitoris, lover boy?
I'd really like it if you'd find mine and play with it a bit."
Bobby lifted his head, which was half coated in girl-juice, and nodded.
Then he used his tongue to find her hard and now protruding clit and to
flick at it rapidly, as he had read somewhere was pleasurable. Wen almost
immediately went crazy, bucking her hips like mad, forcing Bobby to pin her
down by her hips so he could continue to play.
Eventually, he went back to her love-tunnel and then began to divide his
attention between the two areas. He had enough energy to substitute for
skill, and Wen orgasmed again and again and again.
At last, Wen spoke again. "Lover boy, you have an amazing tongue, but I
need something different down there now. Time to get that rock hard cock of
yours all wet. Come on up here, lover boy."
Bobby was almost reluctant to leave his feasting site, but with a
half-playful grip on his ears, Wen managed to drag his mouth away from her
fountain. The trance broken, Bobby realized what Wen was asking for next,
and scrambled to his knees between her thighs.
Wen said, "Wait," and produced a pillow which she shoved under her ass to
elevate her hips. Bobby's cock was throbbing, but not aching -- he would
have the stamina to last once he was inside her.
He knew what to do next without much prompting (from those two movies, and
from the pictures in the magazines). He put his left hand on the bed next
to Wen's chest, and used the other to rub his thin cock up and down her
exposed slit until, with a little additional pressure on one slide, the head
of his cock managed to push a fraction into the closed-tight entrance to her
vagina.
As soon as he was thus 'aimed', he took up the classic 'push-ups' stance of
the missionary position and began to press down and forward with his hips
against the muscles in Wen's groin.
It wasn't easy -- not nearly as easy as it had seemed on the silver screen.
If he had had anything to compare it to, he might have likened the sensation
to that of buggering a young, virgin asshole -- but he didn't know that. He
did know that he had a very thin, if rather long, cock and he wondered,
after he was about two inches in and still struggling, how anyone of a more
normal, or even more than normal, width could possibly get into the beauty
beneath him. She was far too skilled to be anything near a virgin, though,
so someone must have managed it.
Bobby found his struggle to penetrate as stimulating as the act itself. He
had always, mostly subconsciously, worried about his cock size - whether he
COULD fuck someone and feel it. But he no longer had to worry, at least
with Wen. The forced entrance wasn't painful: Wen was well lubricated and
the walls of her cunt pressed delightfully against the portion of his cock
that was inside of her. She was moaning and tossing her head, so she wasn't
in any pain, either.
Bobby pushed and pushed, and finally began to kiss at Wen's mouth as he
pushed. Her mouth opened and she trapped his tongue lightly between her
teeth, forcing him to work his tongue as delightfully hard as his cock.
And, after longer than he had even expected his first fuck to take, Bobby
felt his white pubes touch Wen's black ones, and he was all the way in. He
was no longer a virgin!
Then, Wen relaxed her muscles and Bobby's cock was no longer in a vise. She
was still tight, but as he raised his hips until only his cockhead was still
in her, it was far, far easier and no less pleasurable, to move within her.
Bobby's hips went on automatic, rhythmically pumping in and out, as he
received instructions on what to do while fucking (besides fuck). He kissed
(of course) and licked Wen from her chest up, all over her face and arms and
armpits, and other weird but exciting areas. He massaged too, reaching from
the junction of their bodies to Wen's glossy hair. And, his intentness on
his lessons enabled him to 'forget' about his cock, and postponed his orgasm
quite nicely.
In fact, Wen had to finally remind him that it would be nice if they could
finish sometime soon, so they could go on to other things. Almost
embarrassed, Bobby concentrated on his cock, its motion in and out of Wen's
delectable body, the friction, the feelings -- and he finally convulsed and
spasmed his pent up load of cum deep into Wen's body, making his count 2
orgasms to Wen's 15 (more or less -- he had stopped counting a while ago).
Finished and drained (in more than one way), Bobby collapsed first onto Wen,
and then realizing that he might be making her uncomfortable, he tiredly
rolled off of her. He felt GOOD if tired: his first fuck had been all
anyone could ask for.
*
It was Saturday, almost 24 hours after the end of Bobby's first fuck. He
and Wen had spent the previous day getting to know one another and they had
fucked seven more times. Bobby now stood, knees against the bed, and
wondered whether he could make his cock stand up one more time. Of course,
he had though that the last two times, but it got harder to believe each
time Wen enticed his long, thin, and now a little sore, cock into its most
pleasurable state. She was truly a master of the art of sex.
She knelt in front of him, looking none at all the worse for the wear. She
looked up at him with her violet eyes and made him shiver yet again with the
intensity of that gaze. Then she looked at his white framed cock, and
reached out a long fingered hand and lightly touched the junction of thing
and groin. Another shiver ran through him and -- wonder of wonders -- his
cock began to rise.
She extended her tongue and began laving his cock with it, licking it with
long, broad strokes up and down its growing length. Soon it was at full
erection, strainingly so. Wen pulled back and looked at it lovingly, then
pulled it down so that it was pointing away from his body and put it into
her mouth -- the first time she had ever done so until now.
Bobby couldn't believe what the inside of Wen's mouth felt like! It was
great! Almost better than her cunt. All the pain vanished from his
overused prick as soon as Wen's lips closed about the base of his cock. It
was almost like magic ...
Bobby tried to place his hands on Wen's head, but he found himself paralyzed
somehow. And, after a bob or two more, Wen's head stopped moving with her
nose in his pubes and ... something seemed to fold out of the roof of her
mouth (or so it felt) and press into his cock. He felt a stab of pain right
in the center of the shaft. Then, there was a drawing sensation that seemed
to strain at the roots of his balls, and he screamed in agony!
-*-
It had been easy for Wen to postpone the actual capture of her prey for two
reasons: first, he was having so much fun, he obviously had no intentions
of leaving; and second, she was having quite a lot of fun herself. But,
having long since decided that Bobby would do, Wen needed to bind him
eventually so she could begin to feed again. So, Saturday night, she gave
him his first taste (no pun intended) of oral sex.
To her race, oral sex was for one purpose only -- feeding. For that reason,
their mouths, under the proper circumstances, were very anesthetic. Once
the male (Wen's race fed only on males) organ was within the mouth, the
feeding assembly descended from the roof of the mouth. This consisted of a
plate to hold the organ steady against the tongue, and a 'fang' that pierced
the shaft and extruded filaments into the cock that drew essence of maleness
that they fed upon from the body of their victim. It only hurt the first
time -- thereafter it became necessary for the victim to feel the drawing at
least once a week. And after a year (more or less), the drawing became
physically necessary, not just mentally.
Wen drew her first meal from Bobby with relish. From the first, she could
tell that Bobby would last -- his 'essence' was strong, even after so many
hours of fucking. She could sense the reserves he had, and though she
couldn't accurately judge the length of his service to her, she remembered
the same feel from long ago, when her men lasted decades.
'Here's to a long and happy relationship, lover boy,' Wen thought as she
drew her fill from Bobby's body and his screams turned into pants of
pleasure. She stopped drawing when she felt her mouth fill with his cum --
that, too, hadn't happened in a very long time, and was surely a good sign.
*-*
Lyn became immediately concerned about her brother when she tried to call
him his first day at Boot Camp and found that he was AWOL even before the
six weeks had begun. But, it wasn't until four months later that she could
interest anyone in looking into the matter.
After the PI was hired, nothing happened for so long that Lyn was able to
forget about it -- almost. Bobby was still missing: she never fully forgot
that. But she was able to get through her first year of college with a 4.0
GPA (after some heavy duty catch up in her first semester). Her personal
life had picked up too -- she met and fell in love with a freshman named
Roger. They spent much of their non-school time together and were seriously
considering marriage on their graduation.
Roger was a full year and a half younger than Lyn due to an oddly placed
birthday combined with skipping seventh grade altogether. But, for being 16
1/2, he was very grown up, more so than some of the 'adult' 18 year olds Lyn
met on campus. He was very good looking -- he was a runner, and so had a
very sleek body, sandy brown hair, very blue eyes, a Roman nose over thin
lips and a brief moustache. Even if he hadn't been bright, witty, and
personable, he would have been quite welcome in Lyn's bed (if not
necessarily the rest of her life) because being very sexy -- a true hunk --
he had a cock on him that wouldn't stop.
Lyn was rather more experienced than her brother at life in general, and at
sex in specific. Though they were identical twins, and thus equally
handsome/pretty, their smarts and sexuality hadn't been so evenly divided
between them, with Bobby receiving the short end of the stick on both
counts. Ever since her breasts had started budding and the first few white
hairs had appeared above her little pink slit, Lyn had been exploring that
silly little thing called 'sex'. And by college, she knew her way around a
bed -- and even how to use everyday kitchen objects to make it even more
fun.
Though Lyn and Bobby were 'identical' twins, produced when an extra-X egg
split imperfectly, by the time Bobby left for Boot Camp there were natural
differences between them. Though they still bore an uncanny facial
resemblance, Lyn's 38D chest, 28" waist, and 36" hips made it more than easy
to tell the twins apart.
In June, almost exactly a year after Bobby's disappearance, the PI finally
managed to track down some leads on Lyn's brother, using glimpses caught by
passersby and lots of detection and deduction.
Lyn and Roger took a plane to meet the PI. They all met in a Sheraton hotel
room where the PI said, "Ms Herun, Mr North, the subject, Mr Robert Herun,
seems to be with one Mrs Wendy Therion as far as I can tell. He was seen
leaving the Base in a Corvette tentatively identified as belonging to her,
and neither have been seen since.
"Also, there seems to be some mystery surrounding Mrs Therion -- other
disappearances, strange goings on at her estate, nothing provable of course.
These are the directions to her estate. Want me to come along?"
"No, I don't think so. Thank you, Mr Price. You've done a fine job." Lyn
made the final payment to him and said good bye. Then, unpacking their
'special equipment', they got in the rental care and followed the
directions.
*-*
One Year. Three hundred and sixty five days in service to Mistress Wen and
every day absolute ecstasy.
Bobby was in absolute soul-love with Wen. Of course, he had to be. He was
bonded to her through the magic of her race, and growing more so every day.
Soon the bond would be unbreakable. It had already had some irreversible
side effects, interesting ones, too.
As a by-product of what he was feeding his mistress, Bobby had become even
more like his twin: Bobby now had breasts, a slim waist, round hips and
full buttocks -- in short, Bobby was now a she-male.
-*-
Wen was truly pleased. Despite the fact that the change had come
inordinately rapidly to her latest victim, Bobby was still as potent as the
first day of service with no signs at all of slacking off. She was sure
that he would last at least 20 years if she was careful. And he was SO
pretty now!
-*-
Bobby knew about what had happened to his body -- and he liked it! He had
always envied his sister the attention she got and now he knew he could get
the same kind if he was free of Wen -- but of course, he didn't want to
leave Wen, ever.
His breasts were 38D, his waist a slim 26", and his hips a flaring 36". His
skin was soft and silky but there was still a layer of muscle under the
extra layer of smoothing fat. His hair was long now, and kept constantly in
a feminine style, and he kept his finger and toe nails shaped and painted.
And, most surprisingly: though his cock still functioned (well and often),
he had no balls.
Wen had explained it all to him. She was feeding off of his masculinity,
and what he now looked like was a by-product of that. She also explained
that she was of a long lived race and that he would have an extended life
too -- in fact, he wouldn't age at all from now until his male essence ran
out.
Looking so beautiful and feeling so feminine had changed Bobby. His former
shyness was gone, replaced by a confirmed sexuality combined with a new
confidence in him ... HERself. Also, there was now a huge streak of
submissiveness in her now, but that was due mostly to Wen's hold over her.
Barbara -- what Wen called Bobby now -- had acquired what was almost a
fetish for lingerie: not women's clothes per se, because he was never
required to be fully dressed; but the soft, frilly, sexy underclothes of
females. Barbara had come to view herself as a woman -- one with a very
special extra, namely her cock. She had fallen very naturally into a
feminine sort of role as her body changed -- almost as if it was her natural
state. She had learned sex in all its variations very rapidly and now, a
year later, felt perfectly natural and perfectly happy just as she was.
*-*
It was strange, but now that she knew where her brother was, Lyn began
getting the sense that something was very wrong with him. She and her
brother had, at times, been able to communicate with each other mentally,
though not over great distances. They had also been able to sense things
about each other, and this worked over somewhat longer distances -- she
remembered the time that Bobby had broken his leg on a rafting trip, and
what it had felt like to her. She also remembered, with a hint of
embarrassment, the questions Bobby had asked of her when she returned from a
trip with friends on which she had lost her virginity concerning the
feelings he had received from her during it. She felt fortunate that her
subsequent sexual activity hadn't been so obvious to her brother -- she
wasn't sure she could handle a constant voyeur (no matter how stimulating
the concept was at odd moments). Of course, there was another reason she
was glad her brother wasn't sharing her sexual feelings, and that had to do
with the attraction she had always felt toward him. For the life of her she
couldn't see why it was wrong, but she kept her desires hidden from him,
afraid of what people would say.
She hadn't been able to 'find' Bobby with her twin-sense -- she knew he
wasn't dead as some speculated, but she couldn't tell anything more. Until
the moment the PI had called saying that he knew where Bobby was. Even
before she knew anything about the Therion estate, and the mysterious Wendy,
she began to feel that her brother was deep into something that was more
than slightly strange. He was in danger, but from something that didn't
even seem natural, and in a way that wasn't natural either. Premonitions
came to her, and dreams, and visions almost -- warnings about how to prepare
for her coming encounter. She had no idea exactly why she had packed
exactly what she had, only that those warning entities had instructed her to
do so.
Thus cryptically armed, Lyn and Roger drove to the Therion estate near
midnight. Parking outside the gates, they walked as silently as possible to
the very lovely house set very far back from the road. They saw a light in
one window, and peeked in cautiously.
They saw two people stretched out on what seemed to be a padded floor in a
fairly large room. One was on her back -- dark haired with a nice figure --
being eaten out by another young woman with white blond hair, wearing a
half-bra, garter belt and stockings, and tiny panties, all in black trimmed
with red. It wasn't until the blond lifted her head that Lyn and Roger both
gasped -- she looked just like Lyn, and so had to be Bobby!
*-*
As the two slipped away from the window undetected, Barbara said, "Will I be
able to do that someday, Mistress?" She was referring to the fact that Wen's
cunt was now bald, having never been touched by a razor.
"No, lover-mine. That power is not one you can acquire. But, a razor works
just as well, if you want to become totally hairless down there."
"It sounds like fun, mistress, but it would take to long to grow back once
you got tired of that look, whereas you are able to grow your fur back in
just a day, right?" Wen nodded. "But, as always, mistress, if you wish ..."
"Well, dearest, that nice white bush of yours is too exciting to chance the
effect of losing it. Now, get back to work: I want three more orgasms
before I go to work on you and suck my supper out of you."
Barbara leaned back into the juncture of Wen's parted thighs and began to
lick lightly at the velvety smooth skin to either side of her pink and hot
slit. No stubble there -- never would be -- and that made her very happy:
she loved it soft and silky like that!
Then, she parted the nether lips gently and began to lap at the moisture
within, tasting and loving the juices of her mistress. She licked at the
closure of her vagina until Wen shuddered and came, then began to flick at
her clit every once in a while, bringing her to the required number of
orgasms gradually.
Her assignment complete, Barbara sat up and then leaned back, exposing her
always hard cock for Wen to feed off of. Wen also moved until they had
completely reversed -- the dark-haired woman's head in the crotch of the
blond.
Wen sucked Barb's cock for several minutes before she released the plate to
hold the cock down and started to feed.
Barbara moaned in deepest ecstasy as Wen took her daily meal. She
remembered the first time -- the pain that lasted forever, followed almost
instantly by pleasure that hurt almost as much. Now, after a year, there
was only pleasure -- pleasure that topped any of the merely sexual pleasures
that Wen had taught her.
She felt the drawing all through her body, from the slightly concave region
below her cock where her scrotum had been, down to her toes, up to her
fingers, nipples, lips and eyes. Pleasure was generated from each point of
drawing, pleasure that was sexual plus, even in non-sexual areas.
When Wen was feeding, all other things faded from Barb's mind, even the
passage of time. So, she spent another eternity in ultra-pleasure -- a
state she now loved for as she lived to please Wen.
There was a slam as the playroom door was flung open, and Barbara was
startled out of her timelessness by a familiar voice saying, "What have you
done to my brother!?!"
-*-
Wen separated from Barbara and looked up to see two people in the doorway.
One was a handsome, if somewhat young man, and the other was an almost exact
copy of her little slave. 'So,' thought Wen, 'the twin has finally tracked
her brother down.'
The man had a gun, the woman was armed in a far more sinister manner with a
dagger that dripped a thick, green fluid. The faint scent of kumquat juice
alerted Wen to the dangerous knowledge the woman somehow possessed. She
threw out a wave of psycho-pheromone designed to enslave the will of males
temporarily -- she intended to use the young man against her slave's twin.
She saw Barbara's eyes glaze, then the young man's -- and then the woman's!
That shouldn't have happened, but then Barbara hadn't responded normally to
her magics either. Apparently, Barbara came from an odd family.
Leaving Barbara paralyzed along with the others, Wen stood and went over to
the young man. After looking him over and deciding that she liked him, she
did her best to make sure that the woman was really under he spell: she
was. Taking the deadly kumquat-poisoned knife carefully from the nerveless
fingers, she left for a few moments to securely dispose of it, and then
returned to have some fun.
She had once, long ago, spent almost a century keeping a harem of young men
to feed off of. It had been fun, and though it made her slaves last much
longer, it was also somehow tiring. Now, however, the sleek-bodied youth
looked like a good candidate for being added to a new harem, even if a small
one. The woman -- well, she was a problem, but one that could be solved
later.
She eased her control off of the young man and said, "What's your name,
surfer-stud?"
"Roger," he answered, mechanically.
"Ah, a fine name. Okay, Roger. Strip."
Roger began to remove his clothes swiftly and economically. Soon he was
naked in front of strangers without the slightest hint of
self-consciousness.
Wen knelt before the thighs of the well built youth and stared at his fine
cock. It was erect and throbbing, eager to be touched. Wen grasped its
silky hardness and drew the head gently down to her lips.
*-*
As Wen began to suck, Lyn began to move. It was hard, but she tried. She
fought the lock Wen had put on her body, and was able to move her hand
slowly into her bag and pull out a pill box. Opening it, she took out the
four pomegranate seeds she had managed to find. Then, step by step, she
walked slowly over to Wen.
*-*
Roger screamed as Wen began to draw from him. He was good, she thought, but
Barbara was twice the 'man'. Still, now Barb would last all the longer with
Roger to alternate with.
So absorbed was she that she didn't notice the presence of Lyn until she
felt a hand grip her jaw and pull her off of Roger. When she was free of
the cock, she felt something else being shoved into her mouth, and then her
jaw was forced closed and she tasted the pungent tang of pomegranate.
She stood, her eyes wide with fear. "You -- how did -- how? But -- no!
NO!" Still staring at Lyn, she backed away, crying out in fear and horror.
Her skin was turning grey, and she moved slower and slower. This was
horrible. She tried to bring on her death -- anything but this! "Please
... I put the knife ... its ... AHH, the PAIN! NO! I won't die, don't you
understand?! I'll be stone, but alive! Get the knife, I hid it in ...
NO!!"
And Wen was a statue. A very beautiful nude, fear erased from her face by
the last bit of the transformation. And, not dead. Locked forever in
stone, impervious to destruction, but not dead.
*-*
Barbara went from confusion over the familiar voice and the interrupted
feeding, to an odd, aching loss, as if part of her had been removed -- with
no memory of the time she had been frozen by Wen's spell. She looked around
the room, conscious of the fact that some time had passed. First, she saw
the naked young man, kneeling, looking very stricken. Then, she saw the
statue that had been her mistress. Strangely enough, she could already feel
the chains that Wen had had on her mind slipping away, and though she was
saddened by the loss of her friend, she was heartened by the prospect of her
freedom. Even so, she wasn't sure that it would be so easy. Lastly, she
turned her eyes to Lyn.
For her part, Lyn was uncertain of what to do now. She knew that the
creature had done something to Roger, probably the same thing that had been
done to her brother. But she didn't know how it would affect him.
She knelt beside Roger and looked at his limp cock. There were several red
marks on it, like puncture wounds, but they didn't seem to be very deep nor
serious. Otherwise, he seemed to be fine, apart from a little shaken over
being freed from the creature's grasp.
Then, she steeled herself and went over to Bobby. She knelt beside him and
said, "Bobby? Are you ... all right?"
Barbara looked at her sister, once again confused. She wasn't sure what to
do now either. The knowledge of how she had changed made her unsure of how
she should react to Lyn, nor what reaction her sister would have to her.
Finally, she said, "Yes, Lyn. I ... I'm fine, basically. And, um ...
could you please call me Barbara now?"
Lyn gulped and nodded. "Fine, Bob ... Barbara. Um, what ... how ... um
..."
"Lyn, we need to talk. I ... I'll tell you everything, but could we get
out of this room, please?" Barbara stood and went to the door. Lyn
straightened up and followed, glancing at Roger, who was still kneeling,
staring at the floor. Deciding that he would be all right by himself, she
trailed her brother out the door and into a large bedroom, marveling at the
ultra-feminine (and naked) ass that wiggled before her down the hall.
Barbara reclined on the bed, perfectly comfortable there even in her
near-naked state. As she began talking, Lyn hesitantly sat beside her and
listened.
Barbara told about how she had been lured to the house and then enslaved by
Wen's alien appetite. How, after a few weeks, her body had begun to change
-- skin softening, chest swelling, balls shrinking. She told her sister
what it had been like serving Wen, what and who Wen was, and why she had
ended up like she had.
As she spoke, Barbara began feeling strange. She could feel the nearness of
her sister, feel the sexuality that she, when she was a boy, had fought
against feeling. Now, she needed to have her sister. It was important for
her to fill the void left by Wen with someone fast. She could already feel
the needs building, needs Wen had assuaged. Some Lyn couldn't cover, but
her presence would help.
So, as she finished her story, and as her cock began to grow, she turned to
Lyn and said, "Lyn, I ... I want us to be lovers. Please? I think that,
from what Wen said, I shouldn't be totally physically dependent on her
ministrations, but the next week is going to be tough trying to get over the
mental dependency. Also, I think that because you interrupted Wen when she
was feeding on me, and she never finished that feeding, there are some
strange things going on inside of me, things stirring me up, things making
it necessary for me to cum. I need help -- your help. Now. I can feel
things building inside ... pressures ... please?"
Lyn's first-thought response was 'but we can't!' Then, she stopped to think
again. True, there were societal pressures against it, but could she let
society force her to abandon her erstwhile brother? Of course, maybe it was
just lust talking -- that long-harbored lust for her brother, and another,
even deeper hidden lust for she-males and dominance acquired after seeing a
particularly strange movie at a boyfriends' house, coupled with a thought or
two about the lesbian experimentation she had done. There were so many
things that would make her happy that society would frown at. And many of
them were right here on this bed with her. She decided to let her heart be
her guide.
"Being lovers would please me no end, Bo -- um, Barbara, but it will have to
be on my terms, okay? Whatever I say, you will do?" Lyn asked.
Barbara immediately felt her submissiveness flare up -- despite the absence
of Wen's influence, she found that she still harbored a desire to submit --
and she said, "Absolutely, sis -- or rather, Mistress Lyn. Anything you
say."
Lyn smiled and then stretched out on the bed, her legs spread wide. "Okay,
then, eat me out!"
Barbara hastened to comply. She scrambled over Lyn's thigh and crouched
between them. She swiftly unbuckled Lyn's belt and opened her jeans, then
pulled them down slightly. Bending down and pulling the powder-blue panties
out of the way, she started to pet the silky white fur at the juncture of
her sister's thighs, but stopped being cutesy when a finger happened to slip
between Lyn's lips and she felt the wet head building up in there. She
lowered her face to those lips and dove in, tongue first.
Barbara found her sister's cunt almost as heavenly as Wen's, but he licked
and sucked it just as wholeheartedly as he had been taught, knowing that
without doubt that this heaven was the best he would ever get again.
Lyn found Barbara's tongue, nose, mouth, and fingers to be extremely
talented, and her orgasms began quickly and refused to stop. Barbara seemed
to have no intention of stopping either, so it took a command from Lyn to
get her switch probing instruments. But once the order was given (and Lyn
was completely divested of jeans and panties, with the shirt and bra going
too for good measure), Barb got busy with equal enthusiasm.
The siblings found even greater pleasure in fucking. Barbara's long, thin
cock fit perfectly into her sister's cunt, and neither of them had ever felt
so good, or right, or, well, perfect! Barbara had learned control from her
vampiric mentor, and she managed to keep from cumming for well over an hour,
driving Lyn almost to distraction with pleasure before finally unloading
into her.
Now both naked, the sisters returned to the playroom to find that Roger
hadn't moved. Lyn began to worry, and Barbara joined her kneeling beside
the naked surfer-stud. Lyn lifted the young man's head, but Roger's eyes
were staring blankly, unseeing. Lyn called his name repeatedly, eventually
resorting to slapping his face lightly.
Eventually, he began to blink slowly, and then his eyes focused. He looked
at Lyn, his expression still blank, with a touch of fear entering it. His
eyes scanned over to Barbara, and he came alive again. He stared in lustful
hunger at the she-male, and his cock erected instantly. He bent swiftly
down and took hold of Barbara's cock, stuffing it into his mouth. He sucked
it hard again, and then into a swift orgasm that almost made Barbara
collapse.
And that was the way of it from then on. The three managed to procure the
Therion estate -- Wen had, of course, no heirs. Lyn continued college, and
graduated in due time. She had her now sister remained lovers, and very
happily so. The submissive Barbara was happy too, because Roger became HER
slave.
Roger was a sad case. He had been severely damaged when Lyn had pulled Wen
off of him before her first feeding was complete. His mind was crippled,
and his libido had been altered too. He couldn't manage to relate sexually
to Lyn anymore, but he remained friends with her. His personality had been
altered so that he was excessively submissive -- even more than Barbara --
so he became Barb's slave, and he wasn't too smart anymore. The twins
speculated on whether it was just Wen's doing that had altered Roger, or
whether the trauma she had caused had uncovered something else hidden within
him. Unfortunately, there wasn't really any way they could find out.
So, through the workings of a very good lawyer (and a lot of misdirection
and outright lies), the newly married (for convenience) couple of Lyn and
Roger got more than just the lands of Ms Therion -- they got the bulk of her
fortune. And the three of them lived happily ever after in luxury and
splendor.
(c) 1992 by John White. Permission granted to reproduce and redistribute
this work as long as no profit is made from it, and the work is duplicated
in full.
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