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Time Of Possession
part thirteen
by MarArch

Ralph sat on the couch, leaning back, watching Melissa kneeling beside
where Donna lay on her stomach, a pillow under her head, both of them
naked and innoscent and perfect. Melissas gentle hands worked deeply
into the muscles of Donnas shoulders, drawing an occasional, deep moan
of enjoyment from her. Every so often Melissa would allow her hand to
slip from the shoulder and trail, teasingly, along her spine, just to
the apex of her backside and Donna would smile and giggle through her
closed eyes.

He couldn't believe the glow of love that surrounded them. It was as
if they had been born from the same soul, not only playful but tender,
wanton and bound together in some unseeable yet unbreakable way. It
made his heart ache to realize that he did not have that for
himself... and now might never have it.

Donna groaned and shifted, rolling over onto her back and reaching up
to pull Melissa down onto her, their naked bodies wrapping together in
a lazy, awkward, gentle embrace of arms and legs as a single sigh
escaped them and they became still.

"You're not going to sleep, are you" Ralph asked, amusement in his
voice. "It's still early. Hell, it's Friday. Aren't people supposed to
get laid on Friday?"

Donna sputtered a laugh and rolled her head to look at him, eyebrow
arched.

"Oh, like you haven't worn us ALL out over the last few
days...including yourself."

"I beg your pardon" he said in mock indignation. "I can outlast the
both of you put together. Or tied together, for that matter."

Donnas smile was gentle.

"Yes, you probably could" she said quietly, admiration in her tone.
"You're a natural talent" she giggled.

Suddenly she took Melissa by the shoulders and pushed her aside, with
just the firm gentleness a lover would extract themselves, sat up,
looking at him seriously.

"You know, Ralph" she said "I want you to understand something.
Something important."

"What's that" he said, his own tone quieting.

"I have been doing this for a long time. Hell, it's my life. My
lifestyle. And I love it. I've found someone who fulfills me and
completes me and makes me a hell of a lot more than I would be without
her. Without her... I don't think it would have any meaning for me."

She'd reached out and scooped up Melissas hand, squeezing it. Melissa
leaned down, placing her head in Donnas lap, nuzzling in contentedly.

"I know" Ralph said. "I envy you that."

"No. Don't" Donna said, a bit sharply. When she continued, her voice
was reasoned and level. "You don't have to. There is more love inside
you than I've seen in any man, anyONE for a long time. And I think
part of why we're all sitting here right now, tonight, is because of
that love."

"I don't understand" Ralph said, dully.

"I think" Donna continued, leaning towards him slightly "that you care
more for Debras' happiness than you do for your own. That you would
rather see her complete and content than feel that for yourself, if
you had to choose between the two. And I think that you let her go,
let her do - well, whatever... because you felt that you couldn't
provide that contentment for her yourself. And rather than see her go
without it..." She shrugged and sighed, leaving the point to dangle in
the air.

"And what does that make me" he said, quietly "besides an idiot."

"Damnit" Donna snapped "you're NOT an idiot! You just weren't aware,
that's all. You weren't trained. You didn't know that all this, the
heat, the power, it's not some kind of magic. It's just.... I don't
know.... it's something you can do. Anyone can do. If they want to.
But they've got to want to. And they've got to want to for the right
reasons. Not just for the thrill. That passes. That wears out. And
when it does... there's got to be something else there to... to..."
She sighed, unable to articulate the deep feelings. "Anyway, that's
what you have to figure out now, Ralph. Do you WANT to. Not because
you think you HAVE to, for her sake. But for yourself. For the two of
you, together. Do you want to."

Ralph sat, lost in thought, for a long moment. Donna focused on him,
waiting, watching his mind turn, digesting everything that had
happened over the last days, studying it, piecing it apart, striving
to understand the deeper meaning in it all. But he did not respond.
Did not answer her. She sighed and settled back, feeling a bit sad for
this wonderful man, who must be feeling hollow and dead right now,
when he really didn't have to. He could have what he needed, what he
desired, if only he would -

"Melissa."

The word was quiet, but controlled and when Donna looked up she could
see his eyes fixed on Melissa, hers caught in his gaze.

"Come here" he said, pointing to the floor in front of the couch, just
to one side. For a moment Melissa started, automatically, to shift in
obedience, but then seemed to catch herself and glanced at Donna, her
eyes questioning. Donna nodded, alert and curious now. Melissa rolled
her body up to her hands and knees and moved, with remarkable grace,
on all fours to where he indicated, settling back on her haunches,
straightening her back, obedient and attentive.

Ralph leaned slowly forward and reached out, gently cupping her chin
in his hand, his eyes fixing on hers, probing. Then he spoke, slowly
and with deep seriousness.

"You are a remarkable person" he said, his eyes searching hers. "You
are loyal... obedient... tender... giving... gentle.... Do you love
your Mistress?"

"Yes Sir" she said, a tremble in her voice.

"And will you comfort her, cherish her, obey her and fulfill her in
everything that will bring you both joy and peace?"

"Yes Sir" she gasped, a welling emotion choking the words.

Ralph turned his eyes slowly to where Donna sat, fascinated, nodded
his head slightly, a momentary flicker of his gaze to the spot next to
where Melissa knelt. Donna shifted, but instead of crawling, she rose,
slowly, magestically, to her full height and stepped, with the grace
of a dancer, to the indicated spot, before easing herself down on her
knees beside Melissa. Ralphs other hand lifted, brushed her cheek and
she tipped her head to press it, reveling in the sensation.

Ralph smiled at her.

"I have no words to describe you. You are beyond anything I could ever
have wanted or expected to come into my life. You are heat and
mystery... warmth and tenderness... power and yeilding... Had I met
you... well, before.... I would have given you my soul, gladly... and
tried to possess yours."

The smile grew between them in loving understanding.

"Do you love your pet" he said suddenly.

Donna nodded, not wanting to speak through the throb in her throat.

"And will you protect and fullfill her... cherish and adore her...
guide and complete her, in everything that will make you one?"

"You know I will" Donna whispered.

Ralph drew them to him and hugged them. It was strange, almost
reverent, the moment between them, but it was one they would remember
and cherish.

"You've both taught me so much" he whispered, his lips warm against
their hair. "I can never repay you for that."

They shared the warmth of the embrace for a long moment, then Donna
rested back, relaxing, turning her mischevious eyes to him.

"Now" she said "there's only one more thing you need to learn."

"What" he breathed quietly, his voice hoarse and dreamy.

"That there is, inside all of us, the need to both take and give. That
we all have at least a tiny spark of possession and surrendering. And
that each has its own purpose, its own value... its own point. We are
more comfortrable, more natural, on one side or the other, but we all
possess them both... need them both. Because they both touch us and
bind us. And that is why we do all this. To reach those places inside
one another that need to be reached. If even for only a moment at a
time."

"I - I'm not sure" Ralph said, "I understand what you're saying."

The smile that swelled on Donnas lips was whistful yet resigned.

"Oh well... I guess I'll just have to demonstrate."

She turned, shifting, to face Melissa, her posture settling, straight,
correct, yet relaxed.

"I love my pet" she said, her gaze fixed on Melissa. "She always
pleases me, always fulfill me. I drink her in and that makes me feel
whole. I will never be thoughtless of her, or careless or do anything
to deminish her. I make her whole and she is mine. But there are times
when I feel the need to flow into her.. to give to her... to be a part
inside her, just as she is inside of me."

Donna lowered her gaze.

"What can I do to please you, pet" she whispered.

Melissas eyes were fixed on her, dreamy and warm. But slowly they
began to change, the gentle warmth flaring for a moment, like
lightning, behind them, and the smile that spread across her lips was
almost evil. Ralph watched in fascination, seeing the power well up
inside the slender young woman, like a gathering storm, still distant
but threatening. Without a word Melissa rose to her feet and moved,
slowly, gracefully to the large, canvas bag that still sat where it
had first fallen those many days ago, on the other side of the den.

Ralph turned, curious, about to ask Donna what was going on, but upon
seeing her he stopped. She knelt, her whole body rigid with tension
and literally trembling, whether with anticipation or fear he couldn't
say. Even her breathing was tight and shallow, as if waiting
suspensefully for something fatal. And suddenly Ralph realized that
the last time he'd seen that bowstring tension was in Debra, when
she'd stood in this very room, bound and leashed to her Masters hand.
And suddenly the very sight of her, the waves of some unidentifiable
something radiating from her flowed into him and his cock began to
stir in response, as if sensing it.

Melissa turned from the bag, her hands now holding coils of soft rope.
She planted her legs apart, almost in a gesture of command.

"Here" she said quietly and with a force that startled Ralph. Donna
immediately slid out and down, her body spreading along the floor as
if in the presense of pure power, and literally crawled to Melissas
feet, which she stretched out, craning her neck, to kiss, one by one.
And then Melissa was kneeling beside her protrate body and beginning
her work, with a surity and skill that made Ralph blink and his cock
throb against his stomach.

In a few minutes Donnas wrists were intricately and expertly tied
behind her back. Next came her ankles, drawn up and held wide apart
and tense. Then her hair was itself roped, her head drawn back, bowing
her body obscenely, as solid, tight and smoothly curved as the rocker
on a chair.

Next from the bag Melissa drew a short, wicked-looking metal bar which
she afixed between Donnas knees, further spreading and stretching
them. Then a stratlingly large object with a strap running through it
that Ralph soon realized was some sort of a gag, as the glistening,
phallic thing was slid between Donnas clenched teeth and buckled
behind her head. And even when it appeared that Donna was bent and
strained to her limits, yet more rope was added, an intricate weave
that circled her body, her breasts pulled out, bulbous and red, every
possible anchor point along her flesh somehow secured by a studied
expert, as if she was slowly being woven into the nexus of some
obscene yet compelling work of art.

Next Melissa withdrew from the bag a pair of the largest dildoes Ralph
had ever seen, swiftly and smoothly coating them with a clear,
glistening liquid from a tall bottle and then, is if delivering a
torturous impaling with a blade, slid them slowly, teasingly, deep
into Donnas pussy and ass, causing her body to tense and strain
against the bondage, a quiet, whimpering keening to escape, mutedly,
around the gag deep in her throat.

Finally Melissa pulled a small tube of something from the bag,
unscrewed the small cap and squeezed some white ointment onto her
fingerip. She leaned down and dabbed it, gently, on each of Donnas
nipples and then trailed it along the lips of Donnas pussy and around
where the dildo impaled her ass.

Then Melissa stood, her gaze fixed on her captive with a kind of deep
triumph and raised her finger to scrape the remaining ointment onto
her own nipples, circling them, working it into them, before lowering
her finger to her own clit and beginning to slowly stroke it.

Whatever the ointment was, it began its work on Donnas sensitive
flesh, as she was whimpering now, her body straining in its bonds to
press her bowed and raised pussy against the floor. But she was so
tightly trussed that all she could manage was ripples of muscles here
and there.

Watching her lovers torment, her owners growing agony of need,
Melissas finger stroked faster around her clit, pressing it, driving
it, urging it. Her own breath began to come in short, tight gasps
which seemed to match those Donnas body was expelling from behind the
gag, each one heavy with a wordless mewling cry for release. And then
Melissas head snapped back, eyes driven tightly shut, knees bending to
open herself even further and she grunted deeply, her body shuddering
once as the cumming shot through her. But Donnas agony continued
unabated, unfulfill, unsatisfied, her body straining to capture some
release that was denied her by the tight, severe bondage.

Ralph watched as Melissa slowly began to relax, sighing and
straighting up, stretching like a cat arising from sleep, a tiny
giggle escaping her through her Cheshire grin. And then she turned,
bent to reach into the bag, her hands coming out with yet more rope.
She rose once more, turned to face where Ralph sat, stunned, his cock
twitching and tingling, planted her feet apart and weighted the rope
in her hands, fixing that otherworldly gaze into the center of his
soul.

"Here" she ordered him.



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