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Time Of Possession
part nine
by MarArch

Dark... drifting.... slipping along a wet, icy surface, neither rising
nor sinking, chilled and spreading, thinning, like smoke oozing out
along the floor... breathing... aching... empty... lonely.... dark....

Debra rolled, vaguely aware of the hard surface beneath her side, the
prickling of the stiff rug fibers against her naked skin. Then the
tug, her motion stopped, the pull of the cuffs on wrists and ankles
that kept her from completing her shift onto her back, kept her
curled, fetally, suddenly, vaguely remembering the ropes that held the
linked cuffs on wrists and ankles secured to the legs of the foot of
the bed... his bed... up above her him sleeping under soft covers...
she on the floor at the base of his rest... imprisoned.. captured...
owned...

Slowly floating up from sleep, groggy, body aching, throbbing,
tingling, confused... pinpoint awareness of prickling, sensitive,
over-used places... pussy... nipples... ass... skin glowing wamn with
welts brushed by cool air... tickling throbs as blood pulsed through
them... and between her thighs, at her core, in her secret center the
moisture, the aching, the need, even now, the hunger....

Debra moaned and whimpered, knowing she was slowly coming awake, eyes
still shut but the image slowly forming of where she was and what she
was.... property... helpless... but not today, please, not today, she
wanted rest and comfort and soothing warm water on her abused body and
arms around her, undemanding, comforting, understanding and
approving... just for a little while... a smile and warmth, loving
eyes, not hot, demanding, capturing, possessing gazes... just for a
while, just love me... love me and know me and let me talk and know
and reach out to me and let me reach back and join me and I don't want
to feel so alone, so empty, so.... so nothing.... not today... why
does he.... what is he doing to.... Ralph, why are you.... no, not
Ralph... him.... yes, him.... Oh God...

A tear swirled, pooling in her eye, seeping up from her sleep, her
lonliness, tickling as it gathered, coaxing her slowly up from
escaping sleep. What's happened to me.... what's happened... I
miss.... I miss....

Vaguely she heard the rustling above her, felt him rise, felt him
move, sensed his approach, bending down, close, hot... then the hand
on her ass, slipping down, between, the fingers sliding inside,
stroking, flicking back and forth, her body erupting in tingles, the
ache welling, the need crying out to be fed, unthinking legs spreading
for him, body glowing, hungry again, oh God, no more, please, just
once, no more, God, oh yes, fuck me, Jesus in heaven fuck me, God, who
am I, what am I, what have I become, please someone help, I'm going
crazy, make me cum, please, someone, anyone make me cum and let it be
over just for now, just for now.... someone help me....


"So" Donna said, quietly.

"So" Ralph repeated in answer.

He lay on his bed, her body curled against his, within his arm,
feeling the weight of her leg over his thighs as she nuzzled close
against his chest. The morning sun streamed in, cutting across the
room.

"Now you see" she said.

"Yes" his voice flat, understanding.

She lifted her head, fixing her glistening eyes on his as he turned to
look at her. The smile spread on her lips.

"And you can only cum once at a time, you poor thing. Imagine if they
could just boil out of you, one after the other."

He looked at her for a long moment, then rolled his head back, his
gaze fixing on the ceiling once more.

The silence shouded them, expectantly, then she rolled over, propping
herself onto her elbows, her face looming above him.

"Look at me" she said, her voice now entreating, not demanding. He
turned to her once more and she could see the melancholy in him.

"Do you love me" she said.

"Yes" he whispered, pain and whistful understanding drifting with it.

"But...?" she encouraged.

He couldn't say it... couldn't taint it, deminish it, couldn't hurt
her. She smiled, wisely, her head nodding slowly.

"...but not like you love your wife."

Slowly he shook his head and turned his gaze away, ashamed, but she
caught his chin in a swiftly raised hand and turned it back.

"No" she sighed, beaming warmth at him "that's good, baby. Don't you
see? Didn't you learn? I fucked you last night. I owned you. I reached
somewhere inside you no one, not even Debra has ever seen, ever even
knew about... but you gave it to me, every bit of it... every bit of
yourself. Of course you love me. You have to. I own a part of you
now... and I always will. I know you... that part of you. Not just
your cock, not just your cum inside me but you.... your soul..."

"Yes" he whispered.

"And" she said, a hint of playfulness oozing into her tone "we're
going to fuck again today. We're going to fuck all week. You're going
to make my pussy so hot and raw with your cock and your fingers and
your tongue that I won't be able to walk out of here on Friday."

In spite of himself he smiled and she chuckled, leaning down to kiss
his chest gently as he reached up to stroke her hair. Then she was
gazing at him once more.

"But you know what?" she asked.

"What."

"I'll never be Debra" she said simply "and he will never be you."

Ralph sighed and pulled her close against him, feeling the lonly ache
beginning again deep inside him.

"And I learned something else last night" she said, her words tickling
his chest.

"What" he said.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening and warm.

"Your nature. I know what you are."

Ralph fixed on her, curious now.

"Oh? And what am I."

"Well" she said, lowering her chin against his chest "you are more
sensual than you ever knew you were... you're hotter..." she grinned,
pulling a blushing smile from him. "You're a wonderful fuck. You eat
pussy like a pro. You could make a living doing that if you wanted."

The laugh burst from him and she shared it with him before it trickled
away, and again her eyes were serious.

"And you did enjoy what you felt, what happened to you... what you let
go, gave me...surrendered to me..."

"Yes. Very much."

She nodded against his chest.

"But...." she smiled, warmly, almost triumphantly "that's not you. You
can do it, and enjoy it... but that's not your nature."

"No?" he said, his curiosity now focused. "So what is, then."

She looked at him a long time, her eyes fixed deep inside his own, as
if searching the corners, seeking the dim shadowy form somewhere in
the darkness. Then, swiftly she pulled herself up, shifting, rising to
her knees beside him, straightening her back, her arms relaxing, hands
coming to rest, relaxed, palm upwards, on her naked thighs, head
inclining, eyes downcast, respectful and attentive.

"Sir" she whispered.

Ralph felt a warmth drift over him, even as he lay, staring at her,
stunned and wary. A thousand questions welled into his mind, the
tension of their birth flooding his limbs. He rolled onto his side,
propping himself up on an elbow, his entire attention directed at her,
poised, probing, reaching out into the silence, gleaning it for
meaning, for understanding.

Hesitantly, like a child taking first steps, he reached out and gently
lifted her chin until her eyes fell on his. Inside her eyes she was
laughing with joy, shouting affirmations, encouragment, pride and
affection.

Almost without thinking Ralphs hand slipped from her chin, slipped to
her breast, the fingers closing on the nipple and squeezing. He could
feel it instantly tighten, responding, the heat flowing from her,
radiating against him, bathing him, warming him. His cock began to
stir, and he could feel it slipping along his thigh, stretching,
growing, hardening, feeding on her heat.

Quickly his hand slipped to the other nipple and it too sprang up to
his demand, presenting more heat, more aching to his fingertips. He
slowly began to roll it and she shuddered and he could feel his grasp
was now not just on her flesh but somewhere deeper, somewhere smoky
and mercurial inside her. He increased the pressure on the sensitive
bud and he even though she moaned and shuddered he could feel that
part of her he had just brushed slipping back. Instantly he eased the
pressure and it flowed toward him once more.

"You prefer this, don't you" he said, his voice even, probing.

"Yes Sir."

He increased the pressure on her nipple.

"But not this."

"No Sir."

"How do I know that" he said, wonder in his voice.

Her eyes rose to meet his.

"It's your nature, Sir."

He moved swiftly, sitting up, cross legged, across from where she
knelt, eager now, hungry to learn, to explore, to feel...

"Put your hands behind you and spread your legs" he said. Instantly
she complied, gasping, and he could feel her anticipation, her growing
lust. He reached out, sliding his hand between her thighs, his finger
slipping between the already moist lips and smoothly slipping deep
into her pussy. She moaned, her head lulling back, eyes closing, and
again the warmth drifted over him, as if she were a fire he was
tending, feeding, nursing.

He stroked her deeply, probing, feeling, learning her pussy, its inner
walls and wet curves, slipping a second finger into her, pressing them
deep and then flicking them slowly back and forth, stroking the walls
in a pendulum motion. She gasped and seemed to press down onto his
hand, her moisture trickling into his palm now.

"Oh God, Sir" she gasped. "You're driving me crazy..."

He smiled, pride welling up but his impaling fingers did not hesitate
or pause, gently learning her, working her, memorizing her, sensing
each flicker of heat his touch was drawing from her. 

"Sir, may I cum" she said.

"No, not yet" he said, now beginning to slowly turn his hand so the
probing fingers rocked in small archs within her, spreading her.

She whimpered and quivered, gasping.

"Pleeeeease" she whispered.

"No" and his voice was firm, cautioning but not cruel.

He leaned down, reaching further, the fingers pressing deeper into
her, exploring, learning... and there was the cap of rigid flesh at
the bottom of her pussy. He pressed steadily forward, his probing
fingers slipping down either side of it until they carressed its base.
She gasped in surprise and her body lurched up for one brief moment
before floating down again. Then he slowly began to circle the outer
rim of the cap, stroking its sides, his fingers petting it around and
around.

"Siiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrr!" she screamed
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee!?"

"Not yet" he said, his voice even, controlled.

She sobbed, one heaving, desparate shudder and screamed, and suddenly
he felt her muscles grip his hand and her fluids gushed, flowing into
his palm, down his arm, spraying the bed beneath her as her cum
voided, replaced with torents of electric fire that consumed her body,
in twitching, spasming jerks and quivers.

His fingers stopped moving and slowly, gently, slipped from her body,
withdrawing cautiously, allowing her to squeeze him out, following the
press of her muscles until his hand slipped free. She wavered and
slowly toppled until she lay on her side, panting and limp. He stared
down at her, warm and basking in the flood of heat that radiated from
her.

"Oh my GOD" she gasped "where DID you learn to do that?"

He laughed softly.

"Just now."

"You're kidding! Jesus Christ, that was fantastic" she panted. "Holy
shit."

And he began to laugh, with pride and love and she erupted with him,
the sound flooding the room, before winding down.

"Oh baby" she said "you can fuck me any time. My GOD! Whoa!"

She turned her head, lazily to look at him, her eyes glistening.

"Nobody has ever touched that part of me before" she said, admiration
in her voice. A surprised laugh burst from her. "I didn't know you
could cum from a cervix fuck!"

When she fixed her gaze on him once more, there was something new in
her eyes... something of wonder.

"How did you know" she said quietly.

He shrugged.

"I just... did. I could feel it. Feel you."

She beamed, rolling over to lay her head on his knee.

"Oh God, I love you" she said, joy in her voice. "You could make me
submissive, you know that? And I'm one tough customer."

For an instant a ripple of sadness passed over him, then he reached
out and gently stroked her hair, allowing the warmth of the moment and
her glow to flow over him once more.

"But..." she said, quietly "now you have to punish me."

"I do?" He was surprised. "Why?"

She raised her head and grinned wickedly at him.

"Because... I came without your permission."

"Oh" he said. "Well, that's not..."

She raised a finger, laying it gently on his lips.

"Shhhhhhhh" she said, and suddenly he could feel her power welling up,
capturing his attention again. "You told me not to, and I did. Oh
baby... we have so much you have to learn. And I'm not sure I should
be the one you learn it with. I'd never be able to concentrate
enough."

She spun on the bed, planting her feet on the floor and springing up,
only to have to catch the edge of the nearby dresser to steady her
wobbly legs.

"Wow" she said, giving herself a moment to focus, before reaching for
the phone and dialing.

"Who are you calling" he said.

She simply turned to him and grinned, conspiratorial and eager. Then
her attention snapped to the phone.

"Hello, pet? Hi. Listen, I want you to pack your little bag and come
to me, right now. I have something I want to use you for." She
listened, turned to eye Ralph, raising an eyebrow wickedly. "Oh yes.
Like you wouldn't believe."


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