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Time Of Possession
part eight
by MarArch

"Straight" she said, her voice tolerant yet firm.

Ralph instinctively felt his spine straighten, his head lift, his
shoulders square, though his hands remained lightly placed on his
folded thighs, relaxed and at rest. Donna sat in the chair before him,
leaning back, legs crossed, fingers laced, eyeing him as he knelt,
naked, on the floor at her feet. She had on her corset still but the
thong and boots were discarded somewhere for the moment.

"Do you feel silly, baby" she said quietly.

"No, Miss" he said.

"Why not. You're kneeling, buck naked in the middle of your own den,
at the feet of some strange woman. You don't feel the least bit
foolish?"

"No, I don't."

"So.... what do you feel."

"I - " he hesitated, unable to find the correct words. "I don't know,
Miss. Not foolish."

"Happy? Aroused? Warm?" she asked.

He did not respond but she could see from his face that he was probing
his own reactions to this completely new situation. She smiled at him.

"Well, don't worry about it for now, pet. We don't know what your
nature is yet, do we. But we will. We will."

She studied him for a long moment then...

"What do you want, pet. Right this moment. What do you want."

He hesitated only a split second.

"My wife" he said, quietly.

"Why" she said.

"Because I love her. I need her."

"In spite of everything she's done."

"Yes."

"In spite of all the pain she's caused you."

"Yes."

"In spite of the selfishness she's shown. The disregard for your
feelings."

"Yes."

Donna nodded slowly, considering all this.

"Well then" she finally responded with a sigh "we have a lot to do,
don't we."

She uncrossed her legs and extended a foot until it was pointed at his
face.

"Kiss" she said.

Ralph leaned down, taking the heel of her bare foot gently in his
grasp and brushing his lips along the top of the arch. A light sigh
escaped from Donna as she felt herself relax into the chair, and then
she felt his teeth, lightly raking the skin of her foot, the tip of
his tongue tickling between the faint scratch they produced that
rippled up her leg as a shiver. Her gaze fixed on him, now almost
wary, as his lips trailed down toward her toes, and then they parted
from her skin and he leaned back up, still holding her heel, his thumb
gently stroking it.

"Why did you do that" she said, a touch of amusement and surprise in
her voice.

"I wanted to make you feel good, Miss" he said and she could see the
smile that he wasn't allowing to be displayed on his lips.

"Did you."

"Yes, Miss" he said, and now the impudent little puppy was actually
smug, she thought.

"Well, if that's the case" she said, lifting her buttocks and sliding
down in the chair so her pussy rested just on the edge of the seat and
spreading her legs "then you'd better do it properly."

And now the grin flooded his face and he began to lean down onto all
fours, his head approaching her openness.

"Stop" she said, suddenly, sharply and though his body jerked to a
halt and his gaze flicked to meet her, questioning, she could see the
disappointment in his eyes.

"Stand up" she said.

He rose, his brows beginning to furrow in confusion.

"Turn around."

Slowly he rotated until his back was facing her.

"Hands back" she said, reaching down beside the chair to scoop up the
short length of rope she had placed there along with the other little
items before he had arrisen that morning. Ralph slid his arms behind
his back and grasped one wrist with the other hand. She smiled to
herself, knowing that he was in for a bit more of a surprise than he
must have been thinking.

Deftly she took his wrists, pulling his hands apart and bending them,
pressing them up and into the small of his back until the forearms
crossed along their length. His body bent back slightly and he cried
out in surprise and pain.

"Shh!" she hissed, sternly, gripping both of his forearms in a single
firm hand and quickly swatting his backside with a resounding crack.
"Relax!" she said, forcefully.

"I - it hurts!" he whined.

"And it will as long as you fight against it, now relax!"

The pain of the strained joints of Ralphs shoulders throbbed through
him and he wanted to pull away, forcefully, knock her away, get to a
safe distance... but instead he struggled to focus and will his
muscles to unbind and stretch. The pain peeked for a brief moment but
then it began to flow away, like a sound fading into the distance, and
soon he was merely aware of the tightness, the sensation of
restriction as he felt her expertly feeding the rope bewteen his arms
and spine, over and over and drawing it tight, roping his arms
together in place and immobile behind him. He felt odd, his chest
forced out in an unnatural posture as he allowed his shoulders to ease
back, the discomfort slowly dissolving to.... to what, he thought....
not pain any more... not even particularly unpleasant. Just an odd
feeling... a helplessness that was, in a way, strangely appealing.

"Now" he heard her say behind him "turn around".

He slowly rotated in place and saw that she was once again leaning far
back in the chair, her legs thrown up over the padded arms, her naked,
smooth pussy open and glistening before him.

"Now... please me, pet."

He slowly, carefully lowered himself to one knee and even as he moved
he felt a sense of gracefulness, his need to control each shift of
weight and angle of his body as it descended, lest he topple over,
forcing him to make each motion smooth and fluid, as if he were some
sort of dancer. The wonder of the sensation, the realization that
possibly for the first time in his life such a simple act was so much
more significant than it had ever been before flooded through him and
by the time he came to rest on his knees between her spread thighs, he
felt a sense of glowing within himself of... what... pride? Wonder at
his own grace?

His eyes fixed on hers and she could see his startled confusion.

"I know, baby" she said quietly. "It doesn't feel at all like you
thought it would, does it."

"No, Miss, it feels.... good" his tone full with surprise.

"Good. Now, make me feel good, pet."

Ralphs eyes fell to her pussy, flicked up to catch her own once more,
briefly, then slowly, carefully, he bent over from the waist, until he
could smell her arousal, feel the heat of her and finally scoop the
tiny drops of her lust onto the tip of his tongue.

She closed her eyes and allowed her body to loosen, melting down into
the chair as the firm yet soft and flexible tip of his tongue slipped
along the lips of her tingling pussy, oozed between them and found her
clit. When it slowly, deftly, began to stroke back and forth over the
tight, throbbing nub of flesh she felt herself shudder with the
tingles that flowed through her body.

"Oh baby, you know what you're doing, don't you...." she moaned,
allowing the waves of tingling pleasure to sweep over her. "Don't
spill a drop, pet... not a single drop..." and she allowed herself to
float on the pleasure until she felt the icy-flaming stab of her
climax shudder through her....

He was resting back on his haunches, his face beaming with pride and
adoration when she slowly slipped her eyes open with a sigh. She saw
him, kneeling there, glowing at her, and arched an eyebrow.

"What" she said.

"Nothing, Miss" he said, airily, his voice smug.

"Oh" she said, hoping her tone was sarcastic instead of simply
admiring "you like making me cum, do you?"

"Yes, Miss" he said.

"Why, because it pleased me?"

"That too, yes."

"But also.....?"

He glanced down, a blush rising in his cheeks, before fixing her with
his gaze again.

"Also..... I'm good, Miss. I'm damned good at that."

"Oh ARE you" she said, trying to sound cross but in spite of herself
the laughter bubbled out and he joined her, the moment floating
between them with a kind of magic. At last she moaned, stretched and
pulled her ass back into the chair, straightening, becoming more
business-like.

"Now, pet, how are your arms."

"Fine, Miss" he said, mild surprise in his voice at this admission.

"You sure?"

"Yes Miss. In fact...." Again the blush rose in him.

"What, pet" she said, coaxing.

"Well... I kind of like it. It feels... that is, it makes me feel....
I don't know. Something... something good."

She emitted a wise sounding "hmmmmm" and stood.

"Well, in that case..."

She extended a hand and flicked it, indicating for him to rise. His
face positively glowed as he planted a foot and pushed himself up to
his feet, slowly, magestically. She turned and moved toward the
doorway and he fell into step... no, more of a proud prance, he
thought with an inner smile, behind her....


She looped and pulled the last of the knots tightly, then stepped back
to admire her work. God, she thought, lust boiling up in her, how she
wanted to own him, rape him, have him screaming and sobbing and hers.

He was on his back in the bed, his still bound arms pressing into his
spine causing his chest to bow up obscenely, his legs bent double and
lashed tightly from upper thigh to ankle but spread wide and held in
place by the rope running under the bed that pulled his knees outward.
His mouth was held wide and sealed by the bright red ballgag and when
she reached down to scoop the chain connecting the nipple clamps over
her finger and lifted it until it tugged on him, the muffled groan
that welled from him, the tightness with which his eyes locked shut
and the straining arch of his body almost caused her to cum right
there. But not yet, she thought. Not quite yet.

She gently laid the chain on his chest and saw his body relax as the
wave passed, his eyes opening, now not quite as focused as they were
before and she grinned with her own smugness as she picked up the
candle and lighter, igniting the wick and moved back to slip onto the
bed, coming to kneel beside him.

"So, pet" she said, her eyes fixed on the flame before her. "Are you
scared?"

He nodded his head sharply, a small whimper bubbling from him. She
looked down at him, her expression probing him.

"Are you? Really?"

He hesitated and then his head shook, his face flushing.

"Do you trust me" she said quietly.

His nod was emphatic, even though his eyes were wide and doe-like.

"Good" she said, and tipped the candle. His body arched and he shouted
into the gag as the first drops of the molten wax splashed against his
stomach, but she saw his already hard cock twitch and swell. She
reached out and wrapped her hand around it, beginning to stroke it
lightly even as the wax pattered onto his flesh like burning, pure
rain. She could tell when he was about to cum and she quickly slipped
down to tightly pinch the root of his cock while she righted the
candle, allowing him to drift on the overwhelming flood of sensations.
As he began to calm and relax, she tipped the candle once more,
drawing more screams...

By the time she blew the candle out and gently released his cock, he
was cooing quietly behind the gag, his eyes shut, his head lulling
back and forth in slow, steady rhythms that seemed to match the
pulsing swells of his hard cock. Quickly she scooped up the vibrator,
already glistening with the lubricant and placed the blunted tip of it
against his ass. He whimpered at the sensation but was not pulled back
from his drifting. She turned the switch and the toy leapt to life in
her hands. Instantly his body tensed, his head pressing back tightly
into the mattress and slowly she pressed the invader against his
virginal opening.

"Relax, pet" she crooned "just relax and open... you can't prevent
it... it's going to happen.... just relax and open and take it into
you, take me into you, feel me fuck you, deep inside you and welcome
me, pet.... take me inside, baby...."

She pressed gently on the toy, slowly adding force and then she felt
him relax and open and the toy was sliding into him and he was gasping
and shuddering and whimpering and melting all at once as slowly his
final sense of virginity flowed from him and into her, the toy
slipping deeper and deeper until only the end remained outside his
body. Quickly she shifted, lifting a leg and straddling him, holding
the impaling impliment deep inside him with one hand, reaching out to
lightly slap his face with the other. His eyes shot open and the
expression they bore was that of an animal on the point of joy and
death.

"How does it feel, baby" she crooned, beginning to slowly stroke the
humming vibrator in his ass "does it feel good?"

His head thrashed, shook and nodded in sequence, confusion
overwhelming him.

"Your ass is getting fucked, baby, fucked so good..."

He nodded sharply, every muscle tensing at the onslaught.

"Just like Debras' ass got fucked, right, baby?"

A sharp nod, then his eyes rolled back, head pressing hard into the
mattress and the tears began to well and spill down his face.

"Look at me, baby" she said, quietly but sternly "look at me."

His eyes opened and fixed on her once more and there was the pain,
flowing out with the tears, but not the pain of hurt or loss. This was
the pain of growing understanding.

"And you want it, don't you, pet. You want it so badly..."

He nodded deeply, tears splashing into small puddles beside his head
on the sheets.

"You never knew, did you, baby... never knew...."

He shook his head, violently, now the sobs starting behind the gag to
flavor the flowing tears.

"Look at me, baby.... Look..."

She shifted, nestling down between his spread legs, as if in a
hammock, facing one captured thigh, her own ass resting on the other
as she continued to work the vibrator slowly, steadily, gently raping
his now open ass. She reached down and took his cock in her hand,
raising it and positioning it against her pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you now, baby" she said, her voice low and
hypnotic. "You're going to feel my cum flood over your cock, and
you're going to spray your cum deep inside me."

His gaze was fixed on her, but the tears flowed in rivlets down his
face, the moist stain beneath his head growing. And she could see it
in his eyes... his deepest core... his private, secret place where no
one had ever touched, not even his wife whom he loved and cherished
and thought he knew... he was open now, helpless and hers to take and
possess and own and devour...  

"Do you want that, baby? Do you want that?"

And the sobs burst forth from him even as his head snapped up and
down, as if in the last act of a man dying in agony, pleading,
hopeless...

She pressed down just enough to pin the head of his cock against her
pussy and leaned to slip her hand quickly behind his head, unsnapping
the gag and pulling it free, tossing it aside, then her hand was back
on his cock, holding it captured and hers to consume with her body.

"Say it, baby... say it" she whispered.

"I - LOVE - YOU!!!", the words boiling out as a desparate cry between
the sobs and she plunged down, his cock filling her, splitting her,
joining them as one flesh, one heart, one soul, one sensation... one
undreamed, fiery, blazing, screaming, blinding of explosion of
cumming... together... 


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