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Time Of Possession
part eleven
by MarArch

Ralph sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch, legs splayed,
not even having bothered to tie his robe closed. What would be the
point? There wasn't anything about him that she hadn't already seen,
already touched, already driven half-crazy with pure, white hot lust.
He leaned back with a sigh and listened to her bustling around in the
kitchen, and a smile played out along his lips. She was amazing, this
Donna. Unlike anyone he'd ever met before. She was lovely, sexy,
commanding, fun, playful and he could tell just from looking into her
eyes that she really did care for him. Oh, not like a lover, but some
strange combination of lover, friend and.... mother, he realized, the
thought surprising him but causing him to emit a low chuckle. Yes,
even a mother. But even though he felt so comfortable and relaxed with
her, it still bothered him. There was something missing, something
nagging the back of his mind that he knew he had to have an answer to.

"Donna?" he called out.

"Yes, Sir?" she responded, above the clink of the dishes being loaded
into the washer.

"Can I ask you a question?"

A few moments later she was in the doorway, her own body covered only
with one of his white dress shirts, loosely buttoned, leaning on the
doorframe, her hip thrust out in a casually sexual pose.

"Yes Sir" she cooed, smiling wickedly at him.

The one he sent back at her was warm and full of affection.

"Why are you doing this" he said, simply.

"Doing what, Sir" she said, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"This." His hand came up in a vague circling gesture.

The smile faded as she realized he was serious and her posture
straightened, still relaxed but no longer so outrageously coquettish.

"I'm sorry, Ralph" she said quietly "I really can't tell you. It's
private. But I have my reasons."

He nodded slowly and let his head sink back against the seat of the
couch. She seemed to hesitate for a long moment then moved across the
room and settled down, kneeling over his legs, her warm pussy nestling
against his semi-limp cock as she drapped her arms around his
shoulders, causing him to raise his head to look at her once more.

"Ralph, darling... I would like to tell you. Honestly I would. But
please trust me when I tell you that's something you shouldn't get
involved in. Just trust me. That's all. Just trust me."

He nodded dully, his focus shifting back somewhere inside of himself.
She could feel the pain welling up inside him once more and she knew
it wasn't about her or her motives... it was for his wife, the
wonderful young woman that he thinks he's lost, that he loves, that's
a massive part of his life. Well, she thought to herself, he's
certainly got a surpise coming, if I have anything to say about it. I
just hope he knows what to do with it.

She reached to take his face in her hands, giving it a little, playful
shake, bathing him in her smile and leaning down to kiss him. His lips
were warm, firm but yeilding and she had to fight the urge to open her
own, brush them with her tongue. He did, she admitted to herself
through the sigh that escaped her, turn her on so.

The doorbell suddenly buzzed and she ripped her mouth from his,
leaving him almost breathless, having just begun to slip into the
kiss.

"She's here!" Donna squealed, happily, and pushed herself up, rushing
from the den.

"Who is?" he called after her, even as he began to rise, almost
stumbling and reaching for the loose tie on the robe. "What's going
on?"

"You'll see!!!!" she called at him from somewhere near the front door.
Ralph shook his head, blew a breath of air from bulging cheeks and
flopped onto the couch, arranging the robe to cover himself modestly.

Donna stepped back through the open doorway and stopped, her face
beaming.

"Sir" she said, theatrically "may I present my own, personal property,
my number one slave, slut, the wettest piece of ass and the best pussy
licker this side of Venus...."

She stepped aside, arm extended and a young woman appeared in the
doorway. Ralphs eyebrows rose as he saw how delicate she looked,
willowy, her long dark hair cascading down over her shoulder, large
doe eyes peering around in wonder. She wore a simple blouse and jeans,
but over her shoulder she had the strap of a large, clearly heavy
duffle bag.

"Slave" Donna said to the girl "this is Ralph. Say hello."

The girl looked at Ralph for a moment, almost smiled and then her eyes
dropped and he could see a deep blush rise in her neck and cheeks.

"I'm honored to meet you, Sir" she said, her velvet voice so low it
seemed to Ralph that she had thought at him, rather than spoken.

Donna's face was glowing with excitement as she pointed to the center
of the room.

"Put it down there and then strip. We've got a lot to do today" she
said.

The girl nodded and made to move past her but suddenly Donnas arm
caught her shoulder, pulling her close, her lips falling to meet those
of the girl as they automatically turned up to recieve the kiss which,
Ralph saw, was warm, gentle, loving, electric and sensual at the same
instant. He felt his cock twitch at the sight and found himself
averting his gaze, reaching absently to redrap the robe over his
crotch.

The kiss broke and was seasoned with a loving squeeze and then the
girl was stepping to the indicated spot where she shifted the bag off
her shoulders and placed it on the floor. Immediately, no hint of
shame or hesitation, she was unbuttoning her blouse. Ralph turned to
Donna and furrowed his brow, silently asking what was going on. She
merely pinched her face playfully back at him, nodded slightly that he
should just wait and then turned with him to watch the girl strip off
the blouse and jeans revealing a perfect and smooth nude body beneath
the two garments.

In one fluid motion she eased herself down to her knees and assumed a
relaxed, almost reverent and submissive posture next to the large,
heavy bag, back straight, eyes down, hands resting upturned on her
thighs.

Donna smiled with pride.

"Isn't she perfect" she sighed.

Ralph smiled "I'll take a dozen."

"Sorry" Donna said, airely "there's only one. And she's mine."

Ralph chuckled, turning to the girl.

"It's very nice to meet you.... say, what's her name?"

"Melissa" Donna sighed.

"It's very nice to meet you, Melissa."

"Thank you, Sir."

"So" Ralph said, turning an amused but puzzled gaze back to Donna
"what's all this about, anyway?"

Donna moved to kneel beside Melissa, zipping open the heavy bag.

"This is all about going through a lot in a very short time, so pay
attention, baby. Here, catch."

She pulled something from the bag and tossed it at him, making him
flinch, thrust groping arms out to clumsily scoop it in, where he
turned it around and looked at it. It was an oversized paperback. His
expression became one of sheer disbelief as he looked back at Donna.

"The Boy Scout Manual?"

"Page 172" she said and began pulling yard after yard of soft, white
nylon rope from the bag.

Ralph sighed, shook his head in disbelief and flipped through the
pages, folding the book open finally to realize he was staring at the
section on knot tying. He threw back his head and laughed, even as
Donna scooped up some of the rope and stood next to Melissa.

"Now then" she said "I want to see this lovely young woman trussed up
in the most erotic, nasty, helpless, vulnerable way your dirty, hard,
hot cock driven mind can think of."

Ralph struggled to surpress a giggle.

"Or else?"

Donna scowled at him, playfully.

"Or ELSE, Mr. Smart guy, she and I take turns raping your cock while
you eat our pussies..."

"Oh my" he gasped, feeling his cock stirring and beginning to swell.

"...which we're going to do anyway" Donna said off-handedly "but then
you won't really learn anything, now will you. So. Chop chop. Get that
sweet, tight, smooth ass of yours over here and possess this lovely
creature."

Ralph felt a flush of warmth and affection for this marvelous woman
well up in him, drew in a deep breath and rose from the couch,
stopping only momentarily to scan the book before moving slowly, like
a stalking animal, across the room....

Throughout the rest of the day and long into the night he experimented
on the obedient and pliable Melissa, always with Donna hovering,
encouraging, pointing out a better way when he would go astray in his
attempts with the rope or the crop or the flogger, giving him a proud
hug whenever his growing instincts would produce something she hadn't
thought of herself.

He recieved his first taste of many things that long night, many forms
of producing pleasure and pain in the body of a woman. And even as his
hands grew slowly more relaxed and sure, he could see the cloudy,
dreamy look in Melissas eyes growing, her soul sinking into a blissful
state of passion and thoughtless, pure sensations and he knew that he
was the cause, the author of her bliss.

By the time the world had grown silent and deep in slumber he stepped
back from Melissa and looked down at her. She was snugly hogtied, her
torso upturned, facing the ceiling, her arms lashed almost touching
behind her, pressing against the carpeting, with a variety of knots
along yards of rope. Her calves were laid alongside her forearms and
they too were bound tightly, causing her body to bow obscenely,
invitingly. The hood he had selected covered her entire head and
locked into the collar at her neck. The skin of her flat, smooth
stomach almost glowed bright red with the effects of the floggers he
had used on her and he smiled with a wicked pride at the way he had
arranged the nipple clamps so that the thin cord they were tied to ran
around her body and anchored to her big toes. Whenever she flexed her
feet he could see her breasts stretched slightly and the heave of her
chest as she would gasp in response. Of all the positions he'd had her
in over the past hours, Ralph liked this one the best, he decided.

Donna sat on the floor nearby, watching intently, her own breathing
deep and tight, a blush at the sight of her beloved in this sweetly
agonizing condition clearly rippling through her, causing her own clit
to throb in response.

"I have to say" she breathed "I am impressed."

"Thank you" Ralph said, feeling the warmth of a blush of pride in his
face.

"The way you have her. It's extreme but well balanced. She could stay
like that for a long time."

Ralph turned and smiled down at her.

"I have a wonderful teacher" he said.

She looked up at him, her eyes beginning to glisten with wetness which
she quickly blinked away before turning her gaze back at Melissas
helplessness.

"Well, we've only just started. We've got three more days of very
intense training to give you. By the time I get through you may not be
an expect, but you'll be able to give anybody a run for their money."

Quickly she rose to her knees and directed her gaze at him.

"Now" she said "last thing for the night."

"Yes?"

Donna grinned wickedly.

"Think of it as a kind of exam." She looked back over at Melissa, her
voice low, almost a growl of lust. "Make her cum... but!" She looked
back at Ralph, the smile now challenging..."you can't touch her."

The expression that crossed his face made her burst with a sharp
laugh.

"Oh come on... you can do it... just follow your instincts" she said,
encouragingly.

Ralph stared at her a long moment, then turned to stare down at
Melissas tightly bound, tense body. He moved slowly, circling her,
drinking her in, feeling the heat of her, the glow of her, sensing her
arousal. Then slowly he lowered himself to the floor beside her and
reached out with a hand, spreading it flat and bringing it to within
an inch of her skin, slowly drawing it over her body, tracing the
contours of her flesh. He could feel the warmth of her glowing up
against his palm and as his hand drifted, sailed over her mons,
slipping like fog over her pussy he thought he could feel her shudder.
Slowly he withdrew his hand and let his body recline, turning as he
did so, until he was lying on his stomach beside her, his face close
to the side of her hooded head. 

Donna watched his gaze focus on her, through her, deep into her
unseeing eyes and felt herself tense slightly with that sweet
anticipation as his face edged closer to Melissa's hooded head, his
lips now barely an inch from where her ear would be... and then he was
whispering to her, so quietly Donna couldn't hear a single sound. But
as his lips slowly worked, his gaze fixed on Melissa, Donna could see
Melissas breathing begin, slowly to deepen, her ribcage swinging wide
with each deep inhale. She watched, fascinated, as Ralphs body seemed
to tense, drawing closer, becoming more urgent, more vital as the
words poured slowly from him into the bound girl, wherever her mind
now was. He breathed into her, his thoughts, his commands, his
desires, his will... and Donna could see Melissa slowly bathing in it,
absorbing it, sinking beneath it.

Donna saw Melissas body slowly arch even higher in the tight bonds,
her nipples pulled by the cords, then slowly relax for one long, deep
breath, and slowly strain up once more, setting a slow, deep rhythm of
coaxing sensations from his nipples, her arms, her bound limbs, her
mind, her soul as he must have been ordering her, demanding her,
allowing her. It was dreamlike, the slow, pulsing rhythm of her flesh
as she worked in the bonds, rocking and stroking, as if she herself
was fucking a pure spirit whose motions were measured in millenia.

Donna could feel her own pussy, slick with the radiated heat of the
lovers before her eyes, begin to clench and loosen in time to the
movements of her beloved slave, even as Ralph leaned slowly up,
forcing himself up onto his arms until he hovered above her, formed
his lips into a loose "o", leaned in almost to her flesh.... and
breathed hotly onto the captive womans nipple. Melissa sucked is a
deep, rich breath, bowing her body beneath him, straining out with her
soul to catch the carress of his breath upon her, even as he began to
float, suspended above her, down along her stomach, the heat of his
silent commands flowing from his lips to her glistening, tingling
skin.

With agonizing slownness he moved, crawling, drifting, breathing onto
her until he nestled, floating down between her thighs, his lips now
an angels kiss away from her pussy. His eyes slid closed and he drew
in her scent and fed it slowly, lightly, hotly back over her clit, the
very air becoming his impliment of her pleasure. And Donna could see
Melissas breathing matching his, their two bodies swaying in rhythm of
his control, as if their souls alone had coupled in a delicate, deep
dance of ghostly lusting.

It seemed to go on for eternity, slow, unchanging undulations of not
quite touching lovers a thousand miles away from the world, wrapped
together in some spirit world... and then, slowly, Ralph lifted his
head and growled a single word...

"Cum."

And on his next warm breath against Melissas clit her body arched,
head quivering, and jolted sharply... once... twice... three times....
before sagging down, limp within her bonds, with a profound and
conclusive sigh.....

"God" Donna hissed, and reached for her own throbbing clit.



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