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The Ring - a Story
 by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009



[author's note:  My apologies, Snoopy! I have always wanted to use the
line, and I couldn't resist it any longer...]



It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it was! Perfect atmosphere for
what Nancy and I had planned. Nancy is my girlfriend, well more like a
girl friend, unfortunately. I'd been trying to get into her pants for
quite some time, and had been striking out. She wasn't anything
special, she sort of reminded me of Thelma from the old Scooby Doo
cartoons, except skinny. She was rather plain, but I liked the plain
look, and there is no sauce like hunger. The more she said no, the
more I wanted her.


Nancy has a serious fixation on all things supernatural. Magic, Gypsy
curses, the healing power of crystals, you name it, she is into it
wholeheartedly. I've always had an interest in this area of life,
nothing like her obsession, but it made for a nice common ground. We
could frequently be found in New Age bookstores, Learning Annex
seminars, or the occult section of the local library. It beats sitting
at Starbucks listening to the yuppies prattling away about their cars
and their kids.


The rather old, musty, leather bound book of spells, tucked neatly
behind the other books on a back shelf in the library, looked like
something special. It just radiated a certain aura of ancient mystery,
powerful vibes that spoke of magical powers. I knew Nancy would go for
it in a big way. When we discovered it, I let Nancy know it was really
something special - otherwise why would it have been so carefully
hidden? She was all over it. One spell in particular really hooked
her, a spell that would reveal a magical ring that would give the
bearer youth and beauty. How could she pass that up? Nancy knew she
wasn't ugly, but she harbored no illusions of being a feast for the
eyes. Besides, what woman thinks she couldn't be more beautiful than
she already is? How else do the cosmetic and fashion industries rake
in the big bucks, not to mention the plastic surgeons?


She quickly became obsessed. Knowing there was only one way this would
play out, I suggested we go ahead and try to make some magic happen,
what spell should we try? Guess which? You bet! We planned out the
ring ceremony described in the book, hence the stormy evening being
the perfect setting. It required an elaborate setup, with a firepit, a
shitload of candles, specially written symbols, and weird herbs to be
burned at specific times. We had picked a rundown hillside cottage
just outside of town and long abandoned, as the perfect place to
perform the ritual. The storm hadn't really started until we had
arrived, and began to set things up. What more of a perfect omen could
we ask for! A dark and stormy night, for dark and stormy doings. The
ceremony went off without a hitch, and there in the coals of the fire
was a ring! A rather plain ring, but aren't all magic rings rather
plain, so as to deceive us mere mortals? We fished the ring out of the
fire, and let it cool. Once it wasn't glowing hot, Nancy put it on.


"Damn, Nancy! You look radiant!" and she did. I think the mere thought
of being attractive gave her a confident glow, she definitely had a
different air about her.


"Do I really?" she asked.


"Yes, but you didn't read about the price you have to pay to remain
youthful and beautiful, did you?"


"No!" she said in a bit of a panic. "Fuck it! I'm taking it off. Oh,
fuck! It won't budge!"


She tore at the ring, but as it had further cooled, it had shrunk, and
it wasn't coming off her finger without being cut off.


"Dammit! What is the price? Oh, I hope it isn't anything horrible!"


I passed the book over to her, open to the relevant chapter, and
watched as her eyes grew wide at what she read.


"You knew! That's why you agreed to do this, didn't you? You fucker!!"


"Now, now, that is no way to treat your Lord and Master. I control
your will anytime I want to, by being present when you performed the
ritual. You should have read the whole thing, and done the ceremony in
solitude, as it plainly says in the book! You have no one to blame but
yourself. At least you have the youth and beauty you sought after,
Nancy. Now show me how beautiful you are by taking off all your
clothes!"


She hesitated for only the briefest moment, then surrended her will to
me, as was foretold in the book of spells - anyone performing the
ritual in front of another would be completely at the mercy of the
spectator. I feasted my eyes on what she had been witholding from me
for so long, and it looked magnificent! Although in her late twenties,
she had a body much more that of a teenager, coltish and a little
gangly, small tight little titties, firm flat stomach, long legs. The
triangle of her lower belly was a lovely rounded mound, with just a
light fringe of hair. Plain Jane looked good enough to eat!


"On your knees, woman. Take out my cock, and do what a woman on her
knees before her Master should do."


She knelt down, unbuckled my pants, drew down my zipper, pulled out my
now raging boner, and started to suck and lick with abandon. She
wasn't very experienced, but she knew enough to keep her teeth to
herself, and let a lot of saliva make things nice and sloppy. She'd
never win any contests, but it felt fantastic anyways! She made up for
her inexperience with her enthusiasm and gusto. That wasn't the only
thing turning me on, I was also electrified by a sense of
accomplishment and conquest. Finally I'd gotten my dick into this
bitch! I wasn't going to settle for just her mouth, either.


I let her suck my dick until I was very close to shooting my load in
her mouth, then I pulled out to take a break and make things last. I
had her lie down, and spread her legs wide. Her lightly haired hole
looked ready for a hard dicking, it was a little pouty, and quite pink
with arousal. I took my time, and slid my dick into her pussy real
slow and easy. I kept sliding in until I was balls deep, then I just
held still, enjoying the heat of her pussy enveloping me totally, and
looking deep into her eyes while stuffed into her depths.


"You are mine, totally and forever, because of the ring ceremony, and
your complete surrender. Say it!"


"I am yours," she whispered breathlessly. "I would never have
surrended to you, but now I am powerless, and you control me totally,
body and soul. Do whatever you want to me!"


On that wonderful note, I started pumping her pussy with a passion.
She responded with me, our lustful actions rising in intensity. She
stared into my eyes the whole time, as if transfixed. I rode her
increased thrusts, and gave back even stronger ones. We bucked and
thrust like wild animals, driven on by the storm raging around us,
which had seemed to reach a thundering peak just as she took her
clothes off, and the magical intensity that had been generated by the
ancient ceremony we had performed as it built. It had to end, but it
ended spectacularly. It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever
had, and judging by what Nancy went through, I think she would agree
with me. A spastic, gasping, rutting finale, just short of fireworks.
I must have pumped at least a gallon of cum into her grasping, gushy
hole, and I thought she might knock my pubic bone right through my
backside with her hard thrusts.


We said nothing as we gathered up our clothes, exited the cottage into
the now diminishing storm, and headed out of the woods, back to town.
I wondered a few things as we walked along. How long would Nancy do my
bidding? Would she decide she wasn't any more beautiful than before,
and figure out the ring was bullshit? Would she get the ring cut off?
Would she ever figure out that I had planted the book in the library,
and the ring in the firepit? Could there be something to all of this,
since the storm seemed to have matched the events of the evening
perfectly? No, that had to be coincidence.


I didn't for a minute believe in any of the magical mumbo-jumbo,
except for one thing - the power of suggestion. I knew Nancy would
fall for it, which is why I had gone all out when I set up this
elaborate sham, the more it fed into her preconceived ideas, the more
likely it would be that she fell under a spell, even if there is no
such thing as magic rings, and powerful mind control curses.


So long as Nancy remained under the spell of the power of suggestion,
magical times lay ahead...


         DV

http://www.geocities.com/delta_venus_x/

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