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Greetings from the shadows dear reader!!  Here is another offering
from what passes as my mind.  I hope you enjoy!!

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freely as long as you give all due credit to the author.  Do not make
a profit off of my work!


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Perverted Monks Scorpion Style: Reflections of Sins By:  H.D. Meister





Jenny didn’t know exactly what to expect from her new roommate, and
went out of her way to soothe any ill feelings which she knew would
rear their ugly head.  Her roommate was from a truly Southern city in
Georgia, but had few of the normal bigot mannerisms.  Even her name
was Southern:  Annabelle.

Jenny remembered placing the add for a roommate, and had hoped that a
woman would answer the add.  Living with a man would have been too
disruptive.  She interviewed over twelve individuals before settling
on Annabelle.  She was exactly what she was looking for:  petite,
young, smart, brunette... and naive.  Another in the long line of
conquests.

She was pleased that she had the patience to wait three weeks.  Her
timing was perfect, and she silently thanked the foolish swinging dick
for trying to play with Annabelle’s heart.

“Care to talk about it, Belle?”

“I dumped Joey.”

“What happened?”  Jenny really didn’t need to hear the tale;  it
was painfully obvious.

“I wanted to go slowly, but all he wanted was sex.”

“You’re better off without someone like that.  You deserve better.”

“All I want is to feel someone hold me.  Someone I know who cares
more for me than for sex.”

All too easy.  Jenny held her roommate tenderly, giving a good
imitation of friendship.  When she felt her roommate’s defenses fall
away, she struck.

It was nothing more than a simple kiss to the forehead, but Annabelle
responded.  She tilted her head until their lips met.  Jenny seized
the moment, not giving her roommate time to think... and change her
mind.  Her hands slid over Annabelle’s breasts, closing in on the
nipples with a quickness well learned.  She was in control... until
Annabelle matched her.

Jenny felt surprise for the first time.  Her roommate matched her
every move.  Annabelle turned, and Jenny found herself facing a woman
who knew lust for what it was... and did not care.  Jenny’s hands
went to the buttons on her roommate’s blouse, and marveled as
Annabelle’s hands mimicked her movements.  When she removed
Annabelle’s bra, Annabelle removed hers.

Confusion blended with lust, and Jenny found herself gazing into a
mirror.  Even as she went to kiss Annabelle, her roommate turned her
head with hers.  Jenny did not know what to do.  She needed control.
She rose, watching her roommate follow her motion.  Even the seductive
slowness was mirrored.  Jenny walked towards her room, forcing herself
to listen to the sounds.  She heard one set of foot falls... one heart
beat... one breath.  Annabelle had somehow mirrored her every move...
every mood.

Once inside of her room, Jenny quickly removed the rest of her
clothes.  She didn’t look at Annabelle, knowing that the naive woman
she remembered had matched her once again.  Jenny frowned, knowing
that only one thing would turn the tide:  Sting.  She walked over to
the small black box, which bore the onyx sculpture of a scorpion, and
removed Sting from it’s resting place.  Memories of the women who had
felt it’s name ring true in their centers flooded her mind, fueling
her confidence.  She strapped Sting on, and turned around.

Annabelle did not mimic her move, which Jenny found comforting.  Now
she had control once more.  She would teach this woman the pleasure
only another woman can give.  She walked towards Annabelle, noticing
that instead of standing there, she walked towards her.  Anger
replaced Lust, and Jenny lost that which she thought she had regained.

Jenny didn’t even bother trying to tease Annabelle into submission.
She gripped the base of the black latex dildo, stepped forward, and
rammed it into Annabelle’s cunt.  Annabelle didn’t flinch.  Her face
mirrored the solid determination which had plastered itself on her
visage.

Anger.  Confusion.  These were not the emotions she expected to feel.
They were new, and new things were... dangerous.  They were the
unknown phantoms in the night.  They were the specters she saw as she
fucked herself with whatever phallic symbol happened to be most
readily available.  She had know what to expect from her Southern
Belle, and was disappointed.

She had wanted to pleasure Annabelle, but that was then.  She fucked
her with every anger tainted fiber of her soul.  And Annabelle matched
her thrust for thrust.  Jenny changed her speed, hoping to throw her
off.  She failed.  What was worse... Jenny was coming dangerously
close to orgasm.

She could not allow this.  She wanted to hear Annabelle beg her to
stop... as her body pleaded for more.  Jenny wanted control.  Yet all
she was given was the dull nothing of mutual satisfaction.  Pleasure
without an owner.  She grabbed her roommate’s shoulders and threw
both bodies onto the bed.  Annabelle matched her yet again.

Jenny fucked hard.  It would have been her best performance were it
not for Annabelle.  Each time Jenny slammed the latex invader into
Annabelle, Annabelle thrust herself upward, meeting every thrust.  She
could not even suck on one of Annabelle’s nipples without having her
motion mirrored.  Frustration pulled at the muscles of her neck, and
she tried to stop.  Nothing.  Her body was locked into the task at
hand.

Now she was afraid.  Jenny tried to regain control of her body yet
again... and failed.  She was going to fuck Annabelle... regardless of
what she really wanted.  Jenny also felt herself rising higher towards
orgasm.  Higher than she had ever been before.  Her tongue rolled out
of her mouth as her body refused to believe that it had been bested.
Her clit throbbed with anger.  It wanted release... only after it
witnessed Annabelle’s own impending orgasm.  And Annabelle denied
them all by her actions.

Close.  Jenny could feel her own orgasm tickle her throat with
powerful fingers.  She gasped, hearing Annabell match her once again.
Sound for sound... thrust for thrust.  Desperation now ruled Jenny as
she rammed three fingers into Annabelle’s asshole, wondering if her
roommate would match her.  She did.  The last thread of a control
Jenny never had burned under the fiery inferno of her own orgasm.  Its
power was too much for her.  Nothing could have prepared her for the
sudden assault on her senses.  Taunt nipples flared brightly, hurting
beyond all reason.  Her body thrashed about, trying to smother the
pain.  Annabelle moved with her, denying her even this.

Jenny collapsed, her body spent.  She was beaten.  One lone tear found
its way along her cheek as realization came to her;  Annabelle was no
longer copying her every move.  She never moved as her roommate slid
from under her and removed the strap on dildo from her crotch.  Jenny
was helpless.  She knew what lay ahead for her tired body, and began
to cry in earnest.

How many other women had she left as she now lay?  She could not
remember.  Once... she could spell their first, middle and last names.
She knew how many hairs they had in their eyebrows.  Now... all she
saw was a fogged something.  She didn’t even have the strength to
plead for mercy.  She felt Sting enter her asshole, earning its name
with yet another woman.  She tried to cry, but did not have the
strength.  She did not even have the strength to resist the rising
fires within her as Annabelle pulled her clit in a thousand different
directions at once.  All Jenny could do was cry, and get burned by one
orgasmic inferno after another.

She felt like a whore.  Annabelle flipped her body around like a rag
doll as she fucked her.  Words filled Jenny’s mind, begging for
mercy.  They were swallowed in the flames as she walked into one
orgasm after another.  The Little Death.  She had heard orgasms
described as this, and now she knew why.  Her body belonged to
Annabelle, and it obeyed her wishes as would any good slave.

The world began to gray over, but before it could truly fade to black,
she felt Sting slap her lips.  Her lips parted obediently, and she
tasted of Sting for the first time.  Then...   black.


Annabelle watched him closely.  She had learned well, but was unsure
why her teacher had deemed it necessary to come to her home.  Jenny
was gone, and with her went Sting.  She had beaten her greatest foe,
and avenged her best friend Monique.

“I see you are still among the living, Little One.”

“Yes.  Thank you.”

“All I did was teach you the way.  You fought the battle.  And won
more than vengeance.”

“Thank you.”

As he turned to leave, Annabelle wondered about what to do now.  She
had dumped Joey in order to get her revenge.  She hoped ... then she
saw him.  His face was full of questions.  Her heart pounded within
her chest, feeding its energy into her nipples.  She wanted to tell
him everything, but doubted he would understand.  She ran towards him,
smiling.


“Hello.  I’m looking for a place to stay?  I have money?”

“Just in time.  I was about to call it a day.  What’s your name?”

Silence.

“Michelle.  Michelle Jennifer Allison.”

He looked at her body.  Well put together.  Her eyes...

“Uh... sure.  Come on in.  There’s coffee on the stove.”

As she walked in, he saw a scorpion crawling towards his front door.
With ease, he crushed it beneath the heel of his boot.

And he thought he heard it cry.

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