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Time of Possession, part one
(part one)
by MarArch

Ralph awoke slowly, his eyes pulling open, blinking and gradually
focusing. The sun was up, but he immediately recalled that it was
Saturday and he didn't have to get up, if he didn't want to. Then
again, he knew that since he was now awake, if he allowed himself to
drift back to sleep he would be out for hours more as he usually did
on most Saturdays. Instead he sighed, tossed back the covers and rose.
He knew, of course, the instant his eyes had opened that his wife,
Debra, was already up. He could sense the feeling of a vacancy behind
him on the other side of the bed but he also knew that she was always
up before him on Saturdays, sometimes for hours before he stumbled out
of bed.

He trudged into the bathroom, relieved himself, and then headed for
the stairs, some inner need drawing him to the kitchen and the coffee
pot that Debra always prepared on Saturdays. He poured his mug full of
the hot black liquid and took that first sip, savoring the taste. Then
he moved to the den, stopping in the doorway, somewhat startled to
notice that she was not laying on the couch, her ever present book
before her lovely face. Odd, he thought. Getting a cup of coffee and
snuggling in on the couch to read on a lazy Saturday morning was a
ritual for her and had been throughout the four years of their
marriage. In fact as he stood there, he couldn't recall a single other
time she had foregone this activity, unless there was some sort of
emergency or she had other plans he knew of in advance.

He was about to call out for her, but he could feel that his voice was
still fuzzy with sleep, so instead he turned and trudged back through
the house, stopping to look into the livingroom before mounting the
stairs, his steaming coffee cup in his hand. About halfway up the
stairs he thought he heard something and stopped. It was Debra, the
sound coming from the room at the other end of the upstairs hallway
where the computer was. But what was most startling was the nature of
the sound. It was a quiet, rhythmic moaning. The same sound she had
made just the night before when they were making love, as his cock was
stroking deep into her body.

Puzzled, he slowly crept up the rest of the stairs, tiptoeing down the
hall towards the almost closed door. He stopped and slowly leaned in,
catching sight of a sliver of the room beyond the inch wide crack
between the door and the jamb.

There was his lovely, petite wife, seated in the straight backed
wooden chair in front of the desk on which sat the computer, her legs
spread very wide and her hands, though hidden from his view by her
body, obviously stroking and playing over her body. The computer
screen was glowing and she seemed to have her full attention fixed
firmly on it, even as she stroked and teased her own body, small
whimpers and groans escaping her.

Ralph smiled to himself, figuring that she had signed online and had
discovered some piece of erotica or other which was now doing it's
job, providing her with a pleasant Saturday morning fantasy, and was
about to reach out and slowly push the door open, mischievously
wondering how long it would take her to notice that he was standing,
watching her masturbate. But then his arm froze just before it touched
the door and his brow furrowed as he spotted the fact that around her
ankles and tied to the legs of the chair were a pair of long, soft,
silk scarves.

What the hell, he thought, confused and startled that his sweet, shy,
demure wife would find excitement in something so.... so kinky. Of
course she was sexy and giving in bed with him, but their love making
had always been soft and gentle, and even as she would sigh in orgasm
it was as if each was her first time, delicate and tender.

He leaned closer to the crack fixing his gaze on her, straining to
absorb what he could of what she was doing.

Even though her back was to him, blocking his view of the screen, he
could tell she was now stroking her sex, hard and fast, her breath
coming in short gasps, her hand working herself vigorously as her
other leapt back and forth from nipple to nipple. Suddenly she sucked
in a deep breath and groaned, an almost animal growl and Ralph knew
she was cuming. Her whole body flinched and shuddered as the rippling
waves of orgasm rolled through her and for a long moment she sat very
still, letting the sensations wash over her.

Ralph was confused, wondering whether he should push the door open and
happen to discover her at that moment or tiptoe away and forget the
whole thing, for now, at least. But then he saw her lean suddenly
forward and begin to type, a short burst of keystrokes, after which
she paused, her gaze fixed on the screen. She typed again, paused
again, and it suddenly struck Ralph that she was engaged in "chat"
with someone. And it hit him. His lovely, adoring wife had just had
cyber-sex with someone.

He didn't know how to feel about the fact that someone else, some
stranger, using nothing but words on a screen, had just made his wife
climax, especially when it sank back into his thoughts that her ankles
were bound to the chair. What the hell was going on here, he wondered.
He felt his stomach tighten and flutter, a strange, violent mix of
jealousy and arousal as the thought thundered through his mind. Then
he saw her type one last message and reach for the mouse. A moment
later he heard the quiet "good bye" wav play as the connection was
broken and saw her reach down to begin untying the scarves, freeing
herself. He eased back as slowly as he could and tiptoed away from the
door, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

When she came down and stepped into the den a little while later, she
seemed startled to find him sitting on the couch, watching tv.

"Oh, hi, honey" she said, smiling. "I didn't know you were up yet."

Ralph grunted and smiled back at her, searching her face for signs of
the glow he knew she must still be feeling.

"Can I get you some breakfast" she asked.

"No, thanks, sweetheart, I'm fine with just coffee" he replied.

She turned back into the kitchen, leaving him to stare at the now
vacant doorway, a mix of thoughts flowing through his head. Should he
mention what he'd seen? Should he forget it? Should he try to be
subtle, hint at it and hope she'd confess what she'd done? He simply
didn't know how to handle it. And he also was concerned. How long had
she been engaging in this private little activity? Who was on the
other end of the connection? Was it someone she had engaged in this
with repeatedly or simply someone she'd encountered that morning in
one of the chat rooms and decided to have a little "assisted solo
fling"?

For the rest of the morning he pondered these thoughts in his own
mind, even as she curled on the couch next to him, her book before her
face, her legs thrown casually over her lap. Part of him wanted to
simply turn to her and ask if she'd had a good time and maybe could he
watch the next time. But he simply couldn't figure out how to even
begin to broach such a subject. Their shared sex life, while
fulfilling for them both, was too private, too delicate. It was
something sweet and tender and he knew that if he ever were to try and
discuss it, especially out of context, he would probably choke on the
words and turn beet red. Still, his mind was a swirl of confused
questions and he had to find out what he could. He already felt
embarrassed for having caught her that morning, even though he
reasoned that, as her husband, he had a right to share in any such
pleasure. But how could he talk to her about it? Where would he even
begin? He sighed and leaned back, letting his mind play over the
questions.

Late that afternoon, as she began to prepare dinner, he went up to the
computer room, sat down before the glowing machine and started up the
online program. In a way he felt ashamed of what he was about to do,
but he simply had to know what was going on. He knew she was not all
that computer literate, while he had quite a lot of experience with
the devices, so he planned to use that to his advantage. He quickly
switched the sign on screen over to the screen name she used
exclusively and accessed the preferences menu, setting up the software
to automatically save a copy of any email she might send or receive
for access offline. He then closed the online software and launched
the security program he'd recently installed. While it was originally
intended to allow for recording and monitoring of activity the system
might engage in, it also had the ability to log any keystrokes fed
into the system. It was this capacity he accessed, starting the log
and then minimizing the program. As it was designed to do, it
disappeared completely and only a hot key combination would call it
back up, a fact she was totally unaware of. That done he went back
down to dinner.

Over the next few days, through Saturday, Sunday and into Monday, he
made numerous trips to the computer room, quickly calling back the
monitor program or jumping into the online software to see if any
letters had been sent or received under her private screen name or any
of her keystrokes had been recorded But it appeared that she had not
touched the machine at all since Saturday morning and slowly his
concerns began to fade. By the time he reset the monitor program on
Monday night he had pretty much decided that he had witnessed a unique
event... just something wicked she had tried and that was that. He
spent all of Tuesday believing that, until just before bedtime that
night.

She had taken the afternoon off on Tuesday to get a few things done
around the house, and went to bed early, leaving him to finish
watching the late news, turn out the lights and trudge upstairs to
join her. Poking his head into the bedroom he saw that she was already
asleep, and he decided to make one last check on the computer before
turning in himself. If he didn't find anything, he had already decided
to simply shut down the monitor program and forget the whole thing.

He sat down in the chair, launched the online program and checked her
screen name. No mail, coming or going. Shutting it down he tapped the
hot keys to call up the monitor program and clicked on the log file,
expecting to find it once again empty. It wasn't.

On the screen he read:

LOVESLUT

That must be her password, he thought. 

GOOD AFTERNOON SIR 	I HOPE YOUR TRIP WENT WELL I TOOK THIS
AFTERNOON OFF I AM ALONE

So, she was talking to a man, he reasoned.

YES SIR A VERY GOOD GIRL

He must have asked her something, he decided.

I DONT KNOW IF I CAN SIR I WILL TRY

Try what, he wondered.

YES SIR I WANT TO VERY MUCH I AM JUST AFRAID MY HUSBAND WILL FIND OUT

Ralph felt his stomach tighten and begin to flutter as he read on,
upset that he was only able to see her side of the conversation.

THAT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME EASIER TO ARRANGE WHAT TIME AND WHERE I
LOOK FORWARD TO IT SIR

Ralphs hands were trembling, his eyes glued to the screen.

I AM NERVOUS ABOUT THIS SIR IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE YES SIR I WILL
SEE YOU THEN I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING YOU TOO

So, she was going to actually meet this person, Ralph suddenly
realized. But why?

YES SIR MY ANKLES ARE TIED TO THE CHAIR NOW

Ralph could feel his cock begin to stir, a tingling rushing through
him.

YES SIR YES YES YES YES CUMMING SIR THANK YOU SIR THAT WAS WONDERFUL

Ralphs hand slipped down to his lap and began to stroke his now
throbbing cock through the thick fabric of his trousers, his eyes
glued to the screen.

I ONLY HOPE I WILL PLEASE YOU AS MUCH

A low moan escaped his lips as he could feel his excitement growing at
the words on the screen.

ANYTHING YOU WISH SIR YES SIR I WILL SEE YOU THURDSAY NIGHT

That was all. Ralph quickly closed the file and set up the software to
continue monitoring, then stripped off his pants and began stroking
his cock, closing his eyes and letting his mind wander over the
thousand images that flooded his mind.

Laying down next to her sleeping form that night, and all through the
next two days Ralph wondered whether or not to mention that he knew
about her upcoming meeting with this mysterious man. How would he
explain how he had discovered it? What would she say? Would she be
upset that he had spied on her? Instead he kept silent and waited to
see what would occur on Thursday.

The next few days were agony for Ralph. Every night before going to
bed he checked the computer only to discover that no further logs had
been recorded. Finally on Thursday he found himself unable to
concentrate on his work at the office without thoughts of Debra
meeting another man flooding into his thoughts. That morning as they
dressed she had casually mentioned that she was going to meet one of
her girlfriends after work for a drink and perhaps dinner. He had
barely managed to choke out "okay". Finally, unable to take it any
longer, he decided to leave early, giving his boss a rather lame
excuse about stomach trouble. He drove home in a state of tension and
pulled into the driveway. Her car was gone and when he entered the
house he noticed there were no messages on the answering machine. He
bolted upstairs to the computer room, launched the online software and
was about to call up her screen name and sign on to see if she had
relieved any mail, but quickly thought better of it. What if someone
she knew on
line happened to notice her and tried to chat with "her"? Of worse,
mentioned having seen her at this time? Instead he opened the filing
cabinet. There was an email that had apparently been sent by her just
that day. With trembling fingers he double-clicked on it to open it,
struggling to stay calm.

"Sir" it read "I hope you get this letter in the next few hours. It is
now almost 5 p.m. and I am about to leave to meet you, having taken
half the day off because of pure nervousness. I tried to take a nap
but couldn't close my eyes. I settled instead for a soothing, warm
bath which helped to calm me. I have just now finished dressing and,
as you requested, I am wearing the undergarments you directed me to as
well as not wearing the one you said I could not wear.

"Please understand, Sir, that I have never done anything like this
before in my entire life. I love my husband very much and would not
hurt him for all the world. But I can no longer deny the urges that
have taken control of my thoughts and even my dreams since we began
talking. The things you have told me have driven me half crazy.

"At this moment I don't know whether I should say I'm sorry and forget
about this evening or take a deep breath and just see what happens.
Part of me is very nervous that we will not like each other, while
another part is frightened that we will like each other too much. I do
want to thank you for telling me that I will be home by 11 regardless
of how we find each other. That has gone a long way to calming much of
my fear. And yes, I do trust you, Sir.

"By the way, will you have me calling you 'Sir' all night? Not that I
would mind that at all. In fact, it is part of what I very much want.

Well, I will see you very soon, Sir. I hope you like me.

"Debra"

Ralph sat back, his entire body trembling as he stared at the screen.
Quickly he glanced at his watch. Six o'clock. By now she was with him,
whoever he was, wherever they were. But where exactly were they? And
what were they doing? Ralph didn't even notice when his hand slipped
into his lap and began to stroke his hardening cock through the fabric
of his trousers.

At precisely eleven, as Ralph sat on the sofa in the den in front of
the tv, he heard the front door open and close as Debra returned home.
But instead of coming into the den she went directly upstairs. Ralphs
was torn between simply sitting where he was and bolting up to
confront her. Instead he drew in a deep breath, rose and moved as
calmly and evenly as he could to the stairs.

When he reached the bedroom he noticed the bathroom door was shut and
the water was running.

"Debra?" he called through the door.

"Be out in a second!" came the reply. He scanned the room, looking for
evidence of what she had worn that evening but saw nothing out of the
ordinary. A few moments later the bathroom door opened and she stepped
out, smiling.

She stepped up to him and gave him a brief hug and peck on the cheek,
but he could see that she was flushed. Before she could step away he
wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, his lips dipping to
meet hers in a long, tender kiss. She sighed in his arms but then she
pulled back, as if flustered and smiled at him.

"How was your evening" he said, hoping he sounded casual.

"Good" she said, the word sharp, almost started by the question. "But
I'm really tired and I need to get to bed."

"Yeah, I should join you. I'm pretty beat myself."

She seemed to hesitate, uncertainly, then said "Why don't you go shut
off the lights downstairs then and set up the coffee?"

"All right" he replied, smiling warmly at her and turning to the door.

Downstairs he quickly set up the coffee maker for the morning and
turned off all the lights, arriving back at the bedroom door in only a
few minutes, to discover that she was already in bed, curled up, eyes
closed. He could tell she was wearing her comfy, oversized t-shirt, a
sure signal that she wasn't in the mood for anything except sleep. He
sighed and began to undress, finally slipping into the bed beside her
and curling up next to her.

"I love you" he whispered, his lips close to her ear.

"I love you too" she replied and he knew it was true.

It was difficult but finally he drifted off to sleep.

The following morning when he got up she rolled over and said that she
wasn't feeling very well and was going to call in sick. For a brief
moment he almost asked her why, but instead simply nodded, kissed her
tenderly on the forehead and got ready for work.

His mind was racing a mile a minute from the moment the front door
closed behind him and by 10 o'clock he picked up the phone to call
home, just to hear her voice. Instead he got the answering machine. He
tried again at 11 and again the machine answered. By noon he could no
longer stand it, told his boss that he needed to go home and left the
office.

Arriving home he quickly moved through the house, looking for anything
out of place, some telltale sign but could notice nothing. He headed
for the computer room.

There was no letter, but there was a long recording of her keystrokes
which he rigidly focused on, his hands trembling every time he reached
out to scroll down.

GOOD MORNING SIR it began.

I WAS HOPING I WOULD SEE YOU THIS MORNING I HAD A WONDERFUL TIME LAST
NIGHT

IM GLAD SIR I HOPED YOU WOULD

YES VERY PLEASED MAYBE TOO PLEASED LOL

NO SIR NOT AT ALL IN FACT I WANTED YOU TO BUT YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN THAT

SIR I WAS WET FROM THE MOMENT WE MET COULDNT YOU TELL

I LIKE YOU TOO SIR VERY MUCH

I DONT KNOW WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO NOW

REALLY HONESTLY

YES I WOULD LIKE THAT

YOU DONT THINK THAT WOULD BE TOO SOON 

NO I DONT EITHER IN FACT I THINK I HAVE TO NOW OR ILL GO COMPLETELY
CRAZY

ALL RIGHT WHEN

ARE YOU SERIOUS SIR

I WOULD HAVE TO BE HOME BY AT LEAST 5 MY HUSBAND WILL BE HOME AROUND 6

ARE YOU SURE SIR

PROMISE ME

YES SIR I TRUST YOU MAYBE TOO MUCH

ALL RIGHT SIR WHATS THE ADDRESS

YES SIR WHAT TIME

OH I COULDNT I WOULD FEEL SILLY

ALL RIGHT MASTER

NO I GUESS NOT SILLY AT ALL

YES MASTER SEE YOU IN A BIT

Ralph sat for a long while, staring at the screen, his entire body
trembling, as if in conflict with the throbbing hardness of his cock.
Finally he rose and went into the bedroom, standing in the doorway for
a long time, wondering what he should do, how he should react.  The
rest of the afternoon he paced the house, restless and unable to sit
for more than a few moments at a time. His mind flooded with images of
his beloved wife doing unspeakable things with another man and he had
to stroke himself to climax three times throughout the afternoon, his
thoughts a jumble of jealousy and excitement at the idea.

Finally, just before five he went out and moved the car down the
block, parking it at the curb out of sight and walked back to the
house.

At just before five the door opened and Debra come into the house. She
didn't know he was in the den and she headed straight for the stairs.
He forced himself to remain still for several minutes before rising
and moving as quietly as possible toward the stairs himself, tiptoeing
up them. As he reached the top he could hear her in the bedroom,
moaning quietly. As silently as he could he eased toward the door and
leaned to look.

Debra stood in the middle of the room, completely naked, legs apart,
her back to the full length mirror, her head turned to see her own
reflection. Ralphs jaw fell open at the sight of the bright red flesh
of her buttocks and the thin welt-like stripes across her back. But
what stunned him completely was the fact that Debra was stroking her
clit hard and fast as she gazed at the signs of punishment on her
body. Her moaning grew deeper and she closed her eyes, tossing her
head back, crying out in a climax, her knees quivering.

Ralph eased a little further into the doorway, gaping at her dumbly.
When she opened her eyes with a deep sigh and began to turn, she saw
him and flinched in surprise, her body jerking around, her hands
coming up almost instinctively to cover herself.

"Ralph! What are you doing home!?"

She was now turned to face him and Ralph instantly saw that the fine,
downy hair that had shrouded and protected her sex was now gone,
leaving it smooth and bare.

"Oh God" she moaned, one hand falling on her face in startled
realization that she had been caught.


Time of Possession
part two
by MarArch

They sat on opposite sides of the dining room table, a profound
silence surrounding them. It had only been minutes before that Ralph
had caught Debra standing naked in their bedroom, legs spread wide,
looking back over her shoulder into the full length mirror and
stroking her clit at the sight of her red and punished buttocks and
back. When she had noticed him standing in the doorway and turned,
startled, he saw that her pubic hair had been shaved off.

Now they sat in silence, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions,
she huddled in her bathrobe, eyes downcast.

"Why" he finally said, his voice low and even.

She sighed and began to speak, hesitantly at first, then with growing
steadiness.

She supposed, she told him, that it had begun when they had gotten the
computer several months earlier. She had gone on-line, surfed the
internet and been utterly enthralled by the wide range of things that
were there. Eventually she discovered the ability to "chat" and took
to spending a lot of her on-line time conversing with various people
or simply watching the conversations and relationships in various
rooms. One night she had stumbled across a game of Truth or Dare, and
got to playing with some man, teasing and flirting, trying to be
intelligent and at the same time sexy in her answers, just for fun.
One question he asked turned out to be for her to describe her most
erotic sexual fantasy. She had described a wild sexual encounter that
she had often thought about and sometimes even masturbated to, where
she was a helpless slave and was used, sexually, by some powerful man.
That's when he had contacted her for the first time. He was simply
watching the events in the room in silence, and when he saw that
answer he thought that perhaps they should talk about it.

At first she was reluctant, but he seemed intelligent, kind and
patient, so instead they merely conversed, finding out little things
about each other. She discovered that he lived rather close by, no
more than an hour away, was not married and other mundane facts about
him, as he learned some small things about her that she was willing to
share with a complete stranger, even one as thoughtful and patient as
he. This went on for several conversations, until eventually she one
evening asked him if he was still willing to discuss what she had said
during that little game.

He explained that he would be more than happy to. That he was quite
knowledgeable about such things, was in fact a Dominant and had been
for some years. Somehow this fascinated her, appealing to something
deep within her that she didn't really understand. She began to ask
him questions which he answered openly and honestly. And the more they
talked, the more excited and fascinated she became. At one point, she
told Ralph, she had considered discussing these feelings with him, but
he was so sweet and gentle she knew he wouldn't know much about them.
She loved him dearly, but it simply wasn't in his nature to provide
the knowledge she was seeking. 

Even as he heard her state this Ralph realized it was true. He simply
didn't have it in him to engage in such activities, though for her
happiness he might have tried. But in the end he realized it would
have been a disastrous failure.

Then one night, she continued, almost out of the blue, her on-line
friend suddenly began telling her to do things... to remove her
panties and begin touching herself. She was a little startled at first
but then she found herself obeying him. The result was that he caused
her to orgasm... to cum, as she said he preferred she call it. She was
unnerved, confused, but also intrigued and very turned on by the
entire event. He was going out of town for business so she hadn't
spoken to him for some days after that incident, but when he returned
they had done it again, almost immediately upon connecting. And she
found that it felt natural, easy and very arousing.

That's when things began to change, she told Ralph. After that he told
her to call him "Sir", which she did, feeling a little rush and shiver
each time she did so. He began teasing her when they would chat, or
sometimes sending her email with little instructions to do sexual
things, such as masturbate at her office or go without panties. Within
a week, she had sent him her phone number at the office and he had
called. He had a deep, smooth, velvet voice and had made her cum right
there, just from the sound of it and the thrilling images he had spun
in her mind, as she sat behind her desk, her legs spread wide,
fingering herself. Finally, just a few days ago, he had told her that
he wanted to meet her, face to face. She had experienced a brief
moment of panic, but also felt naturally drawn to agree to this,
particularly since he assured her it would only be for dinner and in a
very public place. For some reason she trusted him and knew in her
heart he wouldn't go too far. And so, Debra told Ralph, she had gone
to meet him. That had been last night.

"And..?" Ralph said, his voice choking slightly, unable to look her in
the eye.

Debra explained that they had met at a very nice restaurant. When she
had arrived he was already there, sitting casually in a back booth,
smiling at her. The booth was one of the corner kind composed of a
long curve and she slid in, settling a few feet from him. At first she
hadn't known what to say, her whole body a bundle of nerves, but he
was gentle, kind and soothing, coaxing her into conversation with
gentle questions and warm smiles. She began to relax and soon was
chatting away, only occasionally finding her voice faltering whenever
she'd look and see his eyes glistening deeply into her own. When he
gazed at her, it seemed like he was feeding something magical into her
mind. After dinner they sat and continued to talk for a while, and
then he had turned to conversation to her newly roused interest. He
explained a lot to her, patiently and carefully, about how it is
between Dominants and submissives, between Masters and slaves. The
joys, the rewards, the intensity of it and the overwhelming power of
the sensations and feelings. As he talked she could feel herself
responding, her sex moistening as the things he explained flooded her
mind.

Finally, suddenly, he had asked her if she was aroused by such
thoughts. With a deep blush she had said she was. He had smiled and
told her to slide over next to him so he could see. She had drawn in a
deep breath and complied, moving over in the booth until her thigh was
pressing against his. He had gently laid his hand on her knee,
stroking it lightly and she had shuddered, glancing nervously around
to see if anyone was noticing. He had told her to ignore everyone else
and to focus only on him, which she did. And amazingly the nervousness
died away. Then, with his eyes holding hers, he had told her to part
her legs. She had done it almost automatically, unthinking, because it
had felt so right. His hand had slipped up the inside of her thigh and
she felt his soft, smooth fingers brush against her wet sex. He had
instructed her not to wear any panties and even as she felt the deep,
sweet shudder of pleasure from his touch she had hoped he was pleased
that she had obeyed.

He did not stroke her for more than a moment before his hand slipped
away and he smiled at her. He then asked her to seriously consider if
she would like to experience in reality some of the things they had
talked about. She was trembling with excitement and nervousness and
managed only to nod sharply. At last he paid the check and took her
arm, guiding her back outside to where her car was parked. When they
reached it she had turned to face him, unsure of what to expect. He
had smoothly taken her hands and leaned down to kiss her, and she felt
her arms being folded behind her back by his firm but gentle grip just
as their lips touched. She had thought at that moment that her knees
would give out but she felt him gather both her wrists in one of his
strong hands, pressing them against her spine, and a moment later,
even while his lips parted against hers and she tasted his warm, wet
tongue slip into her mouth, his free hand came down upon her buttocks,
hard and firm. She had cried out, but the ripples of heat and the
slight sting that had flashed through her sent her mind reeling and
she found herself melting against his body, her thighs parting to
surround his, her sex pressing against him, his hard cock bulging
against her hip. He had spanked her firmly as they stood there, in the
gloom of the parking lot, his hand gripping her wrists behind her
back, her lips open and drinking from his, suckling his tongue in her
mouth and very quickly she began to orgasm... to cum.

She had pulled back her head to gasp, and he had told her to say what
was happening. She had breathed through the fog of pleasure "Sir, I'm
cumming" even as the heat flashed through her entire body. After the
rippling waves had begun to subside he had stood, holding her, her
arms still pinned behind her, her face resting on his chest. Then,
when she had recovered, he had gently eased her into her car and bent
down to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek, whispering in her ear what a
wonderful slave she would make and finished with a forceful "think
about what I said" before he had turned and moved away, leaving her
gasping in the car. Eventually she had driven home, her entire body
trembling the entire way.

Debra sat silently for a long moment, her eyes cast down, unsure of
whether to be ashamed or relieved at having confessed. 

"Go on" Ralph had croaked quietly.

The following morning... this morning... she had been to confused and
overwhelmed by the events of last night to think about going to work.
Instead she felt compelled to sign on and write him an email. Even
while she was composing it, he appeared and they began to talk. Very
quickly he had asked if she had thought about what he had said and she
suddenly felt herself longing for it to happen. He had told her that
he wanted her to come over to his home that very morning. For a split
second she was flooded with guilt, fear and confusion but she had
found herself agreeing immediately. She had quickly dressed and gone.

At his home, which was large, sprawling and very expensive, he had
ushered her into the livingroom and immediately turned to her,
drilling her with those blazing coal eyes of his. He instructed her to
strip. She had done so. He had then led her to the bedroom where he
had tied her face up on the large, sturdy canopy bed in a spread eagle
position and proceeded to tease and torment her for the next hour with
his delicate touch, driving her to complete distraction. Once she was
quivering with sexual need, he retied her face down and introduced her
to sexual spanking and given her the first taste of a flogger. All the
while he had spoken to her in a low, soothing voice and when he had
told her to cum, in the midst of the flogging, she had experienced a
shattering orgasm that had left her weeping and totally spent. Most
amazing, she had not at that moment been stroked in a sexual way. It
was almost as if the very sound of his voice and her willingness to
obey him had caused her body to respond.

He had then re-tied her face up once more and introduced her to a pair
of nipple clamps which looked like long tweezers. When they had
pinched tightly on her hard, throbbing nipples the rush of sensations,
not quite pain, not quite pleasure, had been unlike anything she had
ever experienced before.

While she lay there moaning and writhing, he had asked her if she
wanted to continue her exploration of this new world of sensations and
feelings. She had automatically agreed, her mind now awash in a sea of
overwhelming thoughts and feeling. He had said that she should, in
that case, be shaved, pubicly. Without even thinking or considering
what that would mean she had agreed. He had spent the next half hour
carefully and gently shaving her pussy, as he prefers that she refer
to it from now on, and as he finished, he used a fingertip to bring
her to another shattering cum.

Then he had allowed her to drift off to sleep, still tied to the bed
and when she had awakened, he had sent her home.

"Did he..." Ralph began, his voice choking "...did he make love to
you?"

No, Debra said, he didn't. In fact, he hadn't even taken his clothes
off. That wasn't what he wanted it seemed to her. What he wanted was
to somehow feed off her surrender, to him, to the urges in her own
body, to the heat and power he had over her.

Ralph asked if she had enjoyed these things that this strange man had
done to her. She replied, quietly, her head down, that she had, more
than she had ever thought in her sexual fantasies that she would. But
then she looked up at Ralph, a desperate plea and pain in her eyes and
asked if he could... would do them for her. For a long moment Ralph
stared at her, then his own gaze faltered and he looked away, and they
both realized at that moment that he could not. It simply wasn't in
him to do such things, not even to provide her with the pleasure she
now realized she so desperately longed for and needed, perhaps
unknowingly her whole life.

They sat in silence for a long moment before Ralph sighed.

"So. What now" he said.

"I - " Debra hesitated, biting her lower lip, then in a rush "I have
to see him again. I promised."

Ralph simply nodded, slowly, thoughtfully.

"When" he asked.

"Tonight" she replied. She looked up at her husband, her eyes wet with
confusion and pain. "I love you. You know that. But I need this. God,
you can't know how much I need this right now."

Ralph sighed and nodded again.

"I guess you do."

"Do you want a divorce" she asked levelly.

"No, of course not. I just wish...."

"What. What do you wish, my love."

Ralph looked at her. "I wish I was capable of providing it, that's
all."

Somehow they both knew at that moment that, despite the fact that they
loved each other, she was about to embark on a journey that he would
not be able to take with her. It made him sad, but at the same time
the thought of her undergoing strange, dark, mysterious things that
stabbed so deeply into her mind and heart and body caused his own lust
to stir and even as he sat there he could feel his cock beginning to
stir and ache.

Time of Possession
part three
by MarArch

It was three o'clock in the morning, and Ralph sat on the sofa, his
nerves tense and anxious. Debra had left to go to the mysterious mans
home at eight in the evening, after slowly and carefully bathing and
dressing. Ralph had noticed that she had not worn panties or a bra
under her rather short skirt and tight sweater outfit. She had kissed
him gently on the cheek, whispered that she loved him and left.

That had been seven hours before. His mind was a turmoil, wondering
what was occurring, what she was enduring, what she was enjoying. He
had never been all that sexual himself, and up until this confusing
and tumultuous week he had thought she wasn't either. Their
relationship was based on love and gentleness, not torrid heat.

At a few minutes after three Ralph heard the door open and a few
moments later Debra came into the doorway of the den. She looked odd,
he instantly noticed, her eyes glazed, distracted, her face flushed,
her skirt and sweater looking as if they had been hastily and clumsily
donned. In her hand she held a video tape. She slowly seemed to pull
herself together and finally looked at him.

"Hi" she said, her voice dull, almost as if drugged.

"Are you all right" he said, concerned but unable to move from where
he was rooted on the couch.

"Oh" she said and a small knowing smile played out over her lips.
"I'm.... yes, I'm very all right" she managed to say, her gaze
drifting from him, her mind replaying something deep inside her
thoughts. In a moment she sighed and shifted her gaze back to him.

"Oh" she said, holding the videotape up "he wants you to watch this."

Without waiting for him to respond she moved to the entertainment
console in the corner and fed the tape into the VCR, pushing the play
button.

"I'm going to bed" she said, her voice dreamy but tired. "I'm worn
out."

"Okay. Debra?" Ralph said.

She stopped and looked at him, her eyebrows raised, waiting.

"I'm glad you're all right."

She smiled, a warm, loving smile of contentment. Then, just as she
turned away she said, almost casually "By the way, he fucked me
tonight."

And then she was gone, through the house and up the stairs where sleep
awaited her.

Ralph was stunned, at the casualness of the admission, but before his
mind could lock onto the cascade of thoughts that flooded it, the
blackness and silence on the tv was replaced by a crude, homemade
camcorder image of a man, seated in an armchair in some sort of
library room. He was tall, Ralph could see, in his early middle age
and of average appearance. He was looking directly into the camera as
he began to speak.

"Hello Ralph. You don't know me, but I'm the man who has been in
communication with your wife about these... urges she's been feeling.
First, I want to assure you that I have no wish, plan or desire to
steal her away from you. Not as a wife, anyway. Anything you two share
between you as far as love, your shared history, all of that, I have
no wish to intrude on. She will, in other words, still be your wife,
no matter what happens between she and I. And, of course, if you still
want her to be. But then, that's up to you. I happen to be a sexual
Dominant, and your wife very much needs what I can provide for her and
you can not. I'm not being judgmental. It's simply a fact of life.
But, I don't want you to worry. I am not going to be taking anything
that you could or would yourself appreciate or be able to properly
enjoy. One thing I will do, however, is keep a video-taped record of
our, that is your wife and my, activities. That way, if you wish, you
can see what's going on between us, what she's doing and you won't
feel completely left out. I know that will be important to you. Well,
I suppose that's about all for now. The rest of this tape will be
recorded throughout the balance of the evening. I have a few things
planned to teach her tonight. Maybe you'll find them interesting.
That's all for now."

The image quickly jump cut to a scene some sort of livingroom, showing
Debra seated in a chair, perched on the edge of it, still dressed in
the short skirt and sweater, looking somewhat nervous, her hands
clasped between her knees. From off camera Ralph could hear the voice
of the man again, talking evenly, quietly.

He asked her if she was nervous. She responded that only because there
was a camera pointed at her. He inquired as to whether or not she
liked the idea of their activities being recorded. She said she didn't
know, but if it was something he wanted she would try her best to
please him. Finally he asked her why she wanted to become involved in
all this, the mysterious, dark world he was about to lead her into.
She sighed heavily and began to talk about how, ever since she was a
little girl, she had always had these deep, strange longings that she
never quite understood, how her conversations with him had tapped into
them in a way that was as powerful as some drug to her and she simply
had to explore them, that she sensed there was some great sense of
peace and fulfillment waiting for her through them.

Ralph was beginning to feel uncomfortable, as if he were eavesdropping
on a therapy session of some kind, the questions and answers playing
back and forth between his lovely wife and this mysterious man.
Finally, with no preamble, he heard the man tell his wife to spread
her legs. She hesitated only a moment, caught off guard by the
suddenness of the instruction, but she leaned back and complied, her
skirt working up her thighs revealing her naked, bald sex beneath. The
man then instructed her to begin stroking her clit and as she began to
do so, he began stating a series of rules which, he said, he expected
her to follow.

The first was that she should dispose of all of her panties when she
got home. That from now on she would not be wearing them. Ralph could
see that this excited her as she squirmed in the chair and her fingers
moved quicker on her sex. He then told her that she should stop
masturbating unless he gave her specific permission to do so. She
moaned, a small protesting whimper but muttered "Yes Sir". Finally he
told her that he would be giving her a list of items which she would
have to purchase, which she would need whenever he felt the need to
have her do so. Breathlessly she nodded and whispered "Sir, I'm going
to cum."

Immediately he told her to stop touching herself. Again she moaned but
removed her hand from her sex, visibly slumping in the chair, her
breath hard and fast. He told her to stand up and remove her clothes.
She rose, a bit unsteadily, and reached for the zipper at the side of
the short skirt...

Suddenly the scene jumped to what appeared to be a large finished
basement. There, standing in the middle of the room, her arms pulled
high up over her head and bound together in what looked like a pair of
wide cuffs of some kind attached to a rope that trailed up out of the
top of the image, was his wife, completely naked, her face half
covered with a black blindfold. The camera tipped slowly down to
reveal that her legs were widely spread, the ankles wrapped in another
set of some sort of cuffs and attached to either end of a long, sturdy
looking bar. The image then zoomed out to show her entire body and a
moment later the man stepped from behind the camera, moving next to
her. He reached out and gently stroked her breasts, one by one,
causing her to moan deeply and shudder. Then his fingers closed slowly
on one of her taut nipples and he squeezed. She whimpered and gasped
and her body shuddered. Even while holding tightly to the nipple he
raised a hand behind her and brought it down against her backside with
a resounding slap. She cried out, her hips jutting forward under the
impact. He spanked her again and now she was whimpering. In less than
a minute she was sobbing under the punishment. Ralphs stomach was
turning flips, stunned at the sight of his beautiful wife being
subjected to such abuse, but even as an anger began to boil up inside
him he heard her cry out "Sir, I'm cumming!" just before she emitted a
loud, wailing scream, her entire body shuddering deeply.

Ralph sagged in the couch, the anger dying and replaced by a dull,
aching hopelessness. How could she have enjoyed what had just happened
to her. He simply could not comprehend it. He merely stared fixedly at
the screen and watched, unable to understand what he was seeing.

For the next hour the tape consisted of a series of scenes, each more
incomprehensible than the last. Ralph watched his wife tied face down
on something that looked to him like a smaller version of a vaulting
horse, her bottom crisscrossed with some sort of many-tailed whip, and
even a thin cane which left it covered with angry-looking red welts.

In another scene, he watched her bound, her arms pulled back and fixed
to her ankles, causing her back to bow uncomfortably, while he sat
next to her on the floor and dripped melted candle wax onto her
backside. With each drop she squealed and shivered but when he stopped
and blew out the candle she sighed as if disappointed.

There were several such scenes, one showing her tied on her back on a
coffee table while he lightly and gently stroked her sex with one hand
and gave slow, firm tugs on a chain whose either end were fixed to
wicked looking clamps that held her nipples tightly. Giving one firm
pull on the chain she again cried out and managed to scream
"Cummmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnngggg!!!" before she sagged back on the table,
spent and exhausted.

Finally, the last scene focused on some sort of den, not unlike the
one in which he was now seated. This time the man was on the couch,
leaning back in a relaxed posture, his arms along the back of the
couch. Debra stepped from behind the camera, still naked, her hands
now linked together before her, still wearing the cuffs. She stepped
in front of where he sat and sank to her knees before him, looking
very much like an eager, obedient pet.

He spoke to her quietly, so quietly the words were garbled on the
soundtrack, but Debra nodded, solemnly at first, then with growing
eagerness. Finally she reached up with her linked hands and undid the
mans belt, sliding his zipper down and reaching into the opening to
allow his large, already hard member to spring forth. Ralph watching,
transfixed, as she bent slowly down and took it in her mouth, gently
at first, her lips closing around the huge head of it, her head
bobbing slightly as she suckled on it. Then suddenly the man reached
down and slid his fingers under her hair, grabbing her at the scruff
of the neck and pulling her face up, as if she was a kitten. She
gasped loudly, her body tensing, but he pulled her up and forward,
until she was kneeling on either side of his legs on the couch. He
slid down further, his cock now pointed upwards, until it brushed
against her sex. He pulled her head down and whispered something in
her ear. Ralph could see her nod and whimper and then, with a small
cry, she thrust herself down, impaling herself deeply on his hard
member... on his cock, Ralph realized... and within moments she was
riding him, hard and fast, this strange mans cock plunging deep into
her with every stroke. And then, through her moans, she began to cry
out.

"Fuck me, Sir! Oh God, fuck meeeeeee! Pleeeeeease, Sir, pleeeeease....
oh God, cum inside me! Oh Sir, please, cum inside me! Oh my Master!!!!
I love you!!!!"

And she wailed, her body stiffening and shuddering even as he was
spraying deep inside her, as they came together, a pair of wanton
animals rutting in a mutual, explosive pleasure. And at that moment
Ralph felt a flash rush through him and he too was coming,
untouched...


Time Of Possession
part four
by MarArch

Sunday was a turmoil for Ralph. Every time he encountered Debra, in
the kitchen, passing on the stairs, on opposite sides of the couch in
the den before the television what he saw was almost alien to him. The
far away look in her eyes would fade when she seemed to notice him and
she would smile, a warm smile of love and satisfaction but something
in him told him that it was only partially directed at him. Several
times he was on the verge of broaching the subject of her new
exploration but even though the urge was there, the words were not and
he would wind up sitting, dumfounded and finally turning away.

Finally, in mid-afternoon, he simply blurted out "What's the matter.
Not seeing him today?"

She calmly informed him that the mysterious man was out of town,
traveled a lot on business and would be gone for most of the week. For
some strange reason this had a calming effect on Ralph and yet,
somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment.
Why should he feel that, he wondered? Did he actually, somewhere deep
inside himself, envy her journey through this dark portion of her
sexual nature? He shook his head and tried to focus his attention on
other things, finally succeeding in having the turmoil of thoughts
fade from his mind.

That night, in bed, when he shyly reached to cup her breast she
snuggled close to him and they made love. It was calm, gentle and
loving, and although he climaxed, he realized that she did not.
Disappointed he rolled over and lay for a long time, staring into the
dark, before drifting off to an exhausted sleep.

By Tuesday things seemed to return to normal. They went through their
daily routine and it was possible for Ralph to imagine that the
previous week-end had been some sort of nightmare.... no, he
realized... a dream. And for some reason he felt a light hint of
regret tugging at him. But life had its priorities and he turned his
attention to them. Whenever he would check the computer it showed no
signs of her having used it.

Then, on Friday, it erupted once more.

He came home as usual, arriving at the house about a half hour before
she did and quickly set to work preparing dinner as he usually did
when he happened to be the first one in a position to fulfill that
obligation.

He was standing at the sink, cutting some potatoes, when he heard the
front door open and called out to her. She did not immediately respond
and he stopped, turning to look at the kitchen door and listen. A
moment later she stepped into the doorway. The look in her eye caused
him to almost drop the knife.

She stood, one hand gripping the doorframe, her mouth slightly open,
breathing hard in short, shallow gasps. He took a step towards her,
concern billowing up inside him but she shook her head, causing him to
stop. A moment later her eyes closed and she shuddered with a deep
moan, her knees trembling as if they would give out. Ralph realized
she was cumming.

He stood, transfixed at the sight of her. Although she was dressed in
a normal, conservative outfit for work, there was an air of wantonness
around her. Finally, she sighed, drew a deep breath and looked at him.

"Oh God, honey" she breathed. "I don't know if I can take much more of
this."

"Much more of what" he said, concern in his voice "What are you
talking about?"

She sighed again, reaching down to gather up her skirt in her hands
and slowly lift it. As her pussy was uncovered Ralph saw that in place
of her panties she now wore some sort of leather harness. Wide, soft
suede straps ran from a triangle that covered her crotch around her
thighs and connected to a wide belt at her waist. Slowly she turned to
reveal another triangle of heavy leather that covered her ass and for
a moment Ralph got the feeling he was looking at some sort of strange,
primitive bikini bottom. As Debra turned back to face him she simply
smiled a wan smile.

"He sent it to me this morning at the office. I had to wear it all
day."

"What - what is it?"

Her smile widened wickedly and she groaned.

"Torment.... sheer torment."

She explained that what was visible was only the most benign part of
the insidious thing. Within the harness, unseen, were three devices...
a long, thick dildo that snuggled deep into her pussy, a thinner, more
flexible one that penetrated her ass deeply and a small half-sphere
that nestled between the lips of her pussy and rested atop her clit.
She pointed out the small curved, plastic box attached to the side of
the belt and the thin wire that trailed down into the harness. She
explained that it contained some kind of battery and a timer. At
random moments throughout the day it had kicked on and the devices
that impaled her body has sprung to life, vibrating wildly, sending
deep shocks of stimulation into her pussy, ass and clit. Sometimes it
had only lasted long enough to drive her to the edge of cumming, other
times it had gone on and on after her first climax, pushing her into a
second and even a third. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the
sequence.

Her eyes gleamed with a school-girl excitement as she explained that
she had received the package with the morning mail, along with a note
ordering her to don it immediately and not remove it for any reason
until she heard from him again. As a result she had spent a very
unproductive day at the office, her mind constantly ripped by waves of
tingling pleasure that would sometimes leave her throbbing and
frustrated, other times send her gasping and mewling as she would
shudder in deep climax.

"I must have cum fifty times today" she said, her eyes gleaming.

"A - are you all right" he asked her.

"Oh honey.... I can't describe it" she sighed. "It's like I've died
and gone to heaven where all you do is cum and cum and cum."

A wave of disappointment flooded over Ralph as he nodded, dumbly then
turned back to the chopping board with a muttered "Dinner will be
ready in about a half hour."

During dinner she stopped eating twice, gasping hard and Ralph assumed
the thing was doing its work on her again. But instead of shuddering
in climax she merely sagged and groaned with frustration.

"What's the matter" he asked her.

"I'm getting frustrated" she replied, a bit of a pout in her voice.

Ralph was surprised to find himself smiling at this.

"What" he said "it's not making you cli - You're not cumming?" He was
surprised by his use of that word but his grin widened anyway.

"No" she pouted. "And I sure need to soon."

They finished dinner in silence and Ralph cleared the dishes, running
the water in the sink and rolling up his sleeves to wash them. As he
did so Debra went upstairs, returning to drop heavily onto the couch
wearing her thick bathrobe. When he had finished the dishes he joined
her.

Throughout the evening he could see her mood slowly darkening as the
device would kick in, instantly rousing her, making her squirm and
shift in an attempt to increase the stimulation, but then she would
moan in disappointment as it shut down once more, short of release.

By the time they rose to go to bed Debras mood was dark and silent,
almost angry.

She did not sleep well that night. Every time exhaustion would
overtake her and she would slip into unconsciousness, the device would
kick in and wake her. She tossed and turned and once she dragged
herself from sleep to find she was on her stomach, her hips grinding
down hard, trying vainly to find the climax that had been building and
eluding her for hours. When her tossing and turning disturbed Ralph
once and he opened his eyes, still half asleep, he noticed she was
curled into a fetal position, crying quietly in pure frustration.

Saturday morning when Ralph awoke he noticed the bed was empty. Rising
he trudged through the upper floor of the house, finally finding her
sitting at the computer, hammering away at the keys with such force he
thought for a moment she might drive one of them through the bottom of
the keyboard. Later, after she had dressed and gone downstairs he
checked the computer and saw that she had written her mysterious
controller a shockingly fierce letter, filled with invective and
anger. Ralph was surprised to realize that his first thought was like
that of one child who observes another doing some wicked deed, and he
almost wanted to crow quietly "oooh, you're gonna be punished..."

Throughout the morning Ralph would see her suddenly stop some
activity, her body going rigid for a long moment before sagging with a
disappointed sigh. After it had happened a dozen times she finally
screamed out "FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!" and broken down in sobbing
frustration.

At exactly noon the phone rang and Debra answered it, her "hello"
clipped and tense as had been all her communications that day.
Instantly, however, she gasped in a deep breath as she recognized the
voice on the other end of the line, scooped up the phone and sought
some private corner where she spent a full hour in muttered
conversation.

When she returned and replaced the phone on the table Ralph, seated
before the television, could see that her eyes were red, the residue
of tears.

"What's wrong" he said, concern filling him.

She just shook her head and stood a long moment, as if gathering
herself. Finally she moved to the opposite end of the couch and sat,
in that posture that says what was about to be discussed was serious.

Slowly, in fits and starts, then with gathering focus she explained
that he had given her the belt for a purpose, not just to torment her.
It was part of her training, she explained. When Ralph asked what sort
of training, she explained that she was being taught to be constantly
aroused, that she would eventually spend every waking moment
fluctuating between a state of high sexual arousal and climax,
bouncing back and forth, always ready to fuck and serve and please, no
matter what might be asked of her at any time, day or night. With a
deep sigh she said it was the first of her slut training.

Ralph didn't know what to say, how to respond, but his body was
already sending blood to swell his cock at the thought and he felt his
own throbbing begin.

Almost offhandedly Debra said that she would be leaving to go to him
in a couple of hours and would not be home until late on Sunday night.
He was having a party and he wanted her there. She turned to look at
Ralph, a question in her eyes, but he merely nodded, resigned.

"I love you" she whispered.

"I know" he said quietly.

She rose from the couch and just before she reached the door of the
den she stopped, her body stiffening slightly, her head down, and
Ralph knew she was again enduring the attentions of the insidious
device that captured and held her pussy, ass and clit. Within a minute
she relaxed, sighed and moved out of the den, heading toward the
stairs to dress....


Time Of Possession
part five
by MarArch

There are seventy three groves in the paneling, Ralph thought to
himself, as he lay in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the wall on the
other side of the room. It was after three on Sunday morning and he
was no closer to sleep than he had been when Debra gave him a peck on
the cheek hours before, turned and went out the door to go to the
possession of her.... her what... lover? "Master"? Ralph didn't know.
She wouldn't be home until sometime Sunday evening and his mind was a
turmoil of questions, images, confusion and waves of varying emotions.
Why was he allowing this to occur? Why didn't he simply tell her no?
And why, when all was said and done, did it MOVE him so much, cause
his normally flaccid and unexcitable member to rise up and ache?

He sighed, tossed back the covers and rose, finally accepting that he
would not be getting any sleep this night.

Sitting in the kitchen, a cup of cooling coffee before him, he turned
his mind back to the events of the past week. How he had caught her
communicating on-line with some mysterious man, how she had slipped
away to be with him, how Ralph had confronted her, how she had
admitted her longing to experience... something, he couldn't be sure
what... how she had gone to this mysterious man, at his bidding,
leaving Ralph at home to wonder and worry and stew. And now it was her
second Saturday night with him, only this time she would be staying
all night. All night.... with another man....

Ralphs eyes fluttered open at the sound of the doorbell. He jerked
upright at the kitchen table, almost knocking over the cold half-empty
cup of coffee, and as he rose he stumbled, catching a clumsy foot on
the chair almost knocking it over, losing his balance before gripping
the doorframe and shuffling down the hall to the front door, pulling
the bathrobe closed around him. Wrenching it open he faced a petite
young woman in the brown shirt and slacks of some delivery company, a
clipboard tucked into the crook of her arm.

"Yes?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes, fighting to regain his senses.

The young woman smiled at him, her attractive face glowing with
energy. She asked if he was who he was, and when he nodded dumbly she
made a flourishing checkmark on the clipboard and pulled a video
cassette from under her arm, holding it out to him. He took it,
turning it over in his hand. It was simply a blank, unlabeled
videotape, no package, not even the small, flimsy case such tapes
usually are stored in.

"What's this" he asked, confused.

"I believe it's a video tape" she said, a hint of a self-satisfied
smile playing on her lips as she thrust the clipboard and a pen at
him. "Sign here, please" she said.

Still reeling with confusion Ralph took the pen and scrawled his
signature on the paper which she quickly pulled away from his gaze,
expertly slipping the pen from his numbed fingers.

"Thank you, have a nice day."

He grunted and was about to close the door when he heard her chuckle
and mutter something under her breath as she turned away from the
porch.

"I'm sorry" he said, stepping back into the open doorway "what did you
say?"

She stopped, turned to gaze at him with a level, appraising focus and
for a moment Ralph almost felt as if she was undressing him with her
eyes. The thought almost made him blush. Then, with a further grin she
replied.

"I said.... you'll do nicely. So long."

And before he could utter another word she turned and walked back to
the small car parked in the driveway, leaving him to stare after her,
confused and dumfounded. As the car began to back out of the driveway
he saw her raise a cell phone to her ear, then stepped back and closed
the door, shaking his head impotently.

By the time he reached the den, staring down to turn the tape over in
his hand, it slowly dawned on him what it might... no, what it surely
must be, and he began to tremble, feeling his breath come in short
gasps and his stomach begin to flutter. Slowly he raised the tape and
slipped it into the VCR, reached to turn on the tv before turning to
move back to the couch where he sat down, his entire body upright,
tense and expectant.

The first full minute of the tape was blank, simply a black screen and
the tension was growing steadily inside him. Finally the image flared,
warped and stabilized.

Though crude and obviously lit oddly and poorly he could tell that he
was looking at a hand held shot of the camera moving down a long
hallway in a substantially large house. Ahead, under a staircase, was
an open door which the camera approached and entered, tipping to show
narrow steps down which it slowly moved into a large room, a basement
Ralph assumed. At the foot of the stairs it turned and standing in the
middle of the room was the mysterious man, leisurely coiling a long
length of rope into his hand. He seemed to suddenly notice the camera
and smiled at it.

"Oh hello there, Ralph. Glad you could make it. Well, at least in
spirit and well after the fact. It's now approximately four thirty on
Saturday afternoon and your lovely wife arrived here just about an
hour ago. Since then she's had quite a work out, I believe she's
cum... what..." He seemed to regard something beyond the camera "....a
dozen times? Something like that. She's taking a little break right at
the moment, gathering her strength, so to speak." He chuckled deeply
with a dark malevolence before focusing on the camera once again.
"Ralph, I have to tell you, your wife is quite a sexual being. I don't
suppose you were ever even aware of that, were you. Did you know that
she has a huge capacity to endure stimulation and release? Even I'm
impressed, and I must tell you, I've been doing this for a long, long
time. Anyway, as I promised, you won't miss a thing. Though I must
tell you, what you see from here on will probably be a bit more....
intense? ...than you might be prepared for. Just a friendly little
warning, in case you want to bail out right here before things really
get rolling. That's up to you, of course, but I'm willing to bet
you're going to sit right there, glued to the screen for the entire
thing, aren't you. Answer me, Ralph, aren't you."

"Yes" Ralph said, quietly, stunned a moment later that he had felt
compelled to obey the direction of the person on this recording.
What's happening to me, he wondered.

The man on the screen smiled and chuckled again and a moment later the
camera whirled, the room becoming a momentary blur. The image cut
suddenly to moving through a doorway, obviously in the basement and
suddenly the image of Debra came into view. She was standing in the
middle of the room, naked, her back against a thick post, her body
tied to it at ankles, knees, waist and neck by coils of rope, her
hands clearly bound behind the post. Her head was pressed back hard
against it and Ralph could see her jaw held wide open by a large,
black ball of some kind with straps that wrapped around her face to
the back of her head. She was blindfolded and by the heaving of her
chest Ralph could tell she was in some sort of extreme distress. As
the camera moved slowly towards her he could see that a golden chain
hung down along her chest, the ends firmly attached to each of her
nipples by heavy clamps of some kind. The camera tilted down to focus
on the chain and a mans hand reached into the frame, holding a small
object which Ralph saw was a heavy fishing weight attached to a
Christmas tree hook. The hand slipped the hook over the chain and let
it go. It dropped a short distance, pulling the chain tight with a
jerk and even with the poor soundtrack Ralph could hear Debra whimper
suddenly, dissolving into a short, muffled sob. Then the camera pulled
back to reveal her body and a moment later what looked like a
collection of dark strings flew into the frame, slapping hard against
her crotch with an audible slap. She shuddered, crying out behind the
gag, her body quivering and beginning to sob.

Ralph watched, his body stunned and frozen, his cock hard and
throbbing, his own breathing shallow and quick, as his beloved wife
was whipped until she suddenly cried out in a muffled scream and her
entire body thrashed in sharp heaves. Ralph realized that she had just
cum, from nothing more than having been whipped.

A wave of guilt rolled through Ralph as he quickly reached to undo his
belt and open his zipper, leaning back against the couch, the better
to wrap his hand around his own pulsing cock.

The tape was beyond anything he could have imagined. He watched his
wife, her body bent face down over a padded sawhorse-looking device,
arms and legs bound tightly to it, stretching her almost to the
breaking point as the mysterious man slowly worked a long, thick,
black dildo into and out of her pussy, each thrush causing her to
scream into the gag and shudder, cumming with virtually every thrust.

He saw her body strung, spread eagle, upside-down, held up by her
ankles stretched between a pair of the posts as the whip worked on her
open pussy.

He saw in a close up as an obscenely large, strangely shaped object,
like a pink cone with a narrow base was slowly worked into her
upturned, exposed ass, drawing muffled screams as its widest part
entered her body and nestled in place deep within her.

He saw her tied up tight, from head to foot, in ropes, laid on the
floor on her back. Every few seconds she shuddered and squealed behind
the gag but Ralph could not see any reason for this until the camera
pulled back to reveal the man standing over her, a lit candle in his
hand, tipped to allow the melted wax to drip down onto her breasts and
stomach.

Only at this moment do Ralph suddenly heed a nagging thought that had
flitted around in the back of his mind since the tape began... who was
running the camera?

Before he could focus on this thought the scene changed, the camera
now obviously stationary, pointing at the floor of what looked like a
livingroom or den. There, on the floor, was his beloved Debra, her
body hogtied, the blindfold and jaw stretching gag now finally
removed, her face pressed firmly against the open crotch of a woman,
naked except for an elaborate headmask that hid her features. The
woman had her hand on the back of Debras head and was reaching back to
lean on her other arm so she could raise her hips and drive her pussy,
hard, into Debras face, forcing her to lap at it with noisy, wet
slurps. The woman threw back her head and growled in a kind of animal
passion before settling back to the floor and erupting with breathless
laughter. Ralph could see that Debras ass was crisscrossed with angry
red stripes and the end of the pink object still nestled against her
backside, the rest of it still firmly lodged deep within her.

Ralphs cock erupted for the fourth... fifth? ...time since the tape
had begun and still he continued stroking it, his own electrifying
arousal not yet sated.

At last the scene shifted back to the hand-held point of view, moving
through what must have been the party Debra had mentioned. It flowed
from room to room, moving between at least two dozen people standing
around in knots, drinks in hand, laughing and chatting, before moving
through a doorway to reveal what must have been the dining room, and
Ralph gasped. There, in the center of the table, her legs bent back
under her as if she had been kneeling and pushed over backwards, was
Debra, her entire upper face now covered with a dark, leather hood
that blocked her vision, her hands clearly tied behind her back. She
was the centerpiece of a buffet, except that her head, bent
upside-down, was at the edge of the table and some man had his cock
jammed deeply into her throat. As the camera moved in even closer
Ralph could see she was sucking it with a vengeance and a few minutes
later the hips of the man thrust deep into her throat, obviously
spraying his cum into her. Even as he was doing so Debra began to
scream around the rapidly deflating organ. The camera moved back and
around to show her spread legs and Ralph moaned, his entire body
beginning to tremble. Seated on a chair at that end of the table was a
rough looking man clearly in the process of tattooing something on her
body, just above the lips of her pussy while another man stood,
holding her thigh tightly with one hand while the other, covered with
a glistening, slightly yellowish colored rubber glove seemed to be
disappearing into her pussy. Ralph could see the hand slowly begin to
rotate, obviously inside her pussy and he could hear Debras unmuffled
screaming sobs. What blared out of the tv speaker a moment later
caused his cock to spew once more.

"I'm cuuummmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggggg!!!!!!" Debra
screamed, as the camera spun to see another cock shoved into her open
mouth which she instantly began to suckle, the tears flowing freely
down from her eyes.

Abruptly the scene cut once more, back to a fixed shot across a
bedroom to a large bed where Ralph could see the mysterious man,
clearly naked, reclining under the covers. After a few moments Debra,
naked, her wrists and ankles bearing what looked to Ralph like leather
bands, strolled past the camera and slowly crawled onto the bed. As
she did so, the man flipped back the covers to reveal his hard cock.
Debra swung a leg over his body, reaching down to point the cock
upwards, to the entrance of her pussy and slowly nestled down onto it,
impaling herself. For the next several minutes Ralph watched as she
rode him, gently, almost peacefully, until the mans hands gripped her
waist and she reached behind herself to slip a finger into his ass.
The mans body stiffened and Ralph knew he was cumming, deep inside his
wifes pussy. Then Debra slowly laid down on top of him and the man
reached to deftly flip the covers over both of them, then wrapping his
arms around her as she nuzzled against his chest.

The screen went blank.


Time Of Possession
part six
by MarArch

Ralph sat on the couch for a long moment, staring at the black
television screen, the residue of the final image of his wife making
love to her mysterious lover cascading through his mind. It had been
different from all the other images showing her torments in that it
was heavy with a rush of feelings radiating from her to him, rather
than her body enduring his attentions. No coherent thoughts formed
themselves in Ralphs mind other than the images of what he had
witnessed. Perhaps he wasn't allowing himself to make any judgments
about them, for fear of what that might mean, or perhaps his mind was
simply so overwhelmed that it simply retreated to a cold, still place
inside itself where nothing could touch or harm it.

Eventually he rose, zipped up his stained jeans with dull, mechanical
motions and went into the kitchen, his body sending a nagging signal
that it needed nourishment. He didn't want to think any more, nor did
he particularly want to feel. He was content, for the moment, to
simple be. It was safer that way.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening Ralph moved
mechanically, allowing himself to do little things without bothering
to consider them or focus on them. He washed the dishes, swept the
kitchen floor and attended to other mundane tasks, his mind drifting
off somewhere.

By seven that evening he had attended to virtually every small chore
his brain would allow him to recognize and was once again seated in
the den, staring empty-eyed at the television, not really hearing or
seeing the cavalcade of bland programming that leeched from it. If
someone had stepped into the room and shot him in the chest at that
moment it is likely he would have only vaguely noticed it. What
happened instead was far more attention getting.

Somewhere inside himself Ralph heard the sound of the front door
opening and closing a few moments later, but aside from turning his
head toward the open doorway of the den he found himself unable or
unwilling to move. He simply sat, reclining listlessly on the couch,
waiting, a large part of his mind calmly, blankly awaiting whatever
might occur. He heard a vague movement coming through the kitchen,
shuffling footsteps, and then she appeared in the doorway.

She was wrapped in an oversized trenchcoat that seemed to have been
hung over her shoulders and buttoned absurdly around her, trailing to
the floor, only her head visible above the heap of cloth that shrouded
her. Around her neck was a wide, thick, black collar and between her
teeth, spreading her jaw wide, was a bright red ball, straps from
which ran around behind her head securing it in place. The expression
in her eyes as they fell on him was a kind of cloudy glaze, as if her
mind was under assault, pulling her attention to some distant place.
After a moment her eyes slipped closed and her head lulled back as she
moaned deeply.

Suddenly something from behind her streaked in and swatted the
backside of the coat with a loud "whomp!" causing her to emit a
muffled yelp and jerk her head back, her eyes opening in an expression
of surprise and wonder. She shuffled into the den and Ralph could see
that attached to the collar was a thick dog leash being held by
someone still out of sight around the doorframe. A moment later he
stepped into the den behind her. It was the mysterious man. In his
hand he held the other end of the leash, in the other a wicked looking
black riding crop. He gave a short jerk on the chain which caused
Debra to stop, her gaze once again turning to stare at Ralph, her
expression telling him that she might only barely be recognizing him.

The mysterious man stepped up behind her and smiled down at Ralph.

"Hello Ralph" he said, his voice cool and commanding. "I thought it
was time we met, in person. After all, she's told me so little about
you, I wanted to meet you for myself."

Ralph stared up at him, his expression blank, merely absorbing the
events, but unable to react to them. The man paused, possibly awaiting
some sort of response, then glanced at Debra.

"As you can see" he said "she's come a long way in a very short time,
don't you think? Remarkably far, in fact. She must have been aching to
take this route for a long time. Too bad you never saw that. Things
might have been different. But, no use crying over spilt cum, now is
there. In fact, now that we're here, I don't think this is necessary
any more, do you?"

The man stepped before Debra and slowly unbuttoned the trenchcoat with
slow, measured, almost ritual movements. As he did so Debras gaze
shifted to him and Ralph could see her face take on an inner glow of
adoration and even worship. Slipping the last button the man reached
up and slipped the coat from her body, casually flipping it away to a
pile on the floor and stepping aside so Ralph could see his wifes full
body for the first time.

His eyes swept over her from top to bottom seeing first her arms drawn
tightly behind her, the wide leather straps of some kind of tight
sleeve binding her from fingertip to shoulder, her nipples hung with
heavy, ornate clamps connected by a golden chain, another golden chain
encircling her waist, Just above the tormenting harness he had seen
once before tightly binding her hips and, he was sure, impaling her,
front and back, he could see the small image of a pair of handcuffs
had been tattooed at the join of her hip. Her ankles each bearing the
wide cuffs connected by a heavy chain that surely would only allow her
to shuffle in tiny steps. Her chest heaved heavily with deep, labored
breaths, a light sheen of sweat glistening on every inch of her skin,
her whole body quivering, ripples of tense muscles fluttering across
her stomach and flanks, like the shudders of a well muscled horse in
the presence of a fly, except that Ralph knew her trembling was the
residue of a sensory overload that was flooding her entire body,
burning away conscious thoughts in wave after wave of pure sensations
of agonizing pleasure. She was magnificent, Ralph realized. A goddess,
transcendent and sacrificial at the same moment, now existing on
another plain somewhere far from him where all of existence was
worship and service and love and overwhelming physical pleasure.

Stepping behind her the man unsnapped the straps on the gag and pulled
it from her mouth. She gasped deeply and expelled a rush of air, her
whisper tense and frantic.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, cumming, oh Master, I'm cumming, I'm
cumming, I'm cumming..."

Even as she continued to hiss the statement, over and over, like a
mantra, the man moved casually to the chair opposite the couch and
settled easily into it, fixing Ralph with his gaze and a slow, cruel
grin.

"I've instructed her to announce for me every time she experiences a
climax" he said, almost offhandedly. "She started babbling like that
in the car and I had to finally gag her just to get some peace and
quiet." He flicked a glance at where Debra stood, pausing in her
babbling long enough to such in a deep breath which she expelled
heavily and then resumed hissing "I'm cumming, cumming, oh God,
cumming..." As if he sensed disbelief in Ralph the man turned back to
him and smiled wickedly. "Oh yes" he said, "it's possible."

Turning her attention to Debra once more the man said, in a quiet but
commanding voice "Come here, slave."

Almost robotically Debra turned and shuffled over to stand before him,
her breath heaving, body quaking and shuddering. The man reached to
his fly, unzipped it and removed his semierect cock.

"Kneel" he said and Debra immediately dropped to her knees between his
spreading legs. The man fixed his gaze on Ralph.

"Suck" he said, and instantly Debra was leaning down, devouring the
organ deep into her mouth, the obscene, wet slurping quickly becoming
rhythmic as her head began to bob along its length and she began to
whimper like a starving child wolfing down food without which they
would shortly die.

"Who owns you" the man said.

Debras mouth released the cock only long enough to gasp out "You do,
Master" and then she was plunging it deeply into her throat once more.

"And you'll do anything I tell you to do."

Again the brief release "Yes, Master" and again the cock deep in her
throat.

"And you'll fuck anyone I tell you to fuck."

"Yes, Masteeeeer!" she cried this time as if frustrated by the
constant interruptions to her task, plunging again to absorb the cock
in her sucking throat.

"And if I told you never to fuck anyone I didn't want you to, you
would obey me?"

She merely nodded, sensing the cock was swelling in her throat,
preparing to deliver it's gush of hot, sticky, sweet cum into her.

"Even your husband?"

She squealed, nodding, trying to keep the cock lodged in her throat.
In an instant he sprang forward, his fingers locking in the hair at
the back of her head, wrenching her face away and turning it so that
she was half-turned, looking at Ralph.

"Say it" he said, evenly.

"I will never fuck anyone my Master doesn't want me to, ever again."

"Not even your husband" the man coached quietly.

Debra's eyes locked onto Ralphs, piercing straight into his soul.

"Not even my husband" she said, pride and surety in her voice.

The man leaned back, releasing her hair and instantly she leaned to
scoop the cock back into her mouth, sucking it deep into her throat
and nursing on it with desperation. The man smiled at Ralph.

"She's going to call in sick tomorrow morning" he said, evenly,
casually "and spend the week with me. I simply wanted you to see her
so you wouldn't worry about her. She's where she wants to be. I may
return her to you next Sunday, I'm flying out of town on business. Or
I may just take her with me. I haven't decided yet."

Suddenly his gaze seemed to lose its focus and his eyes became
half-lidded, then closed. At his cock Debra squealed and increased her
frenzy, swallowing deeply as he sprayed into her throat. The man
sighed and reached out to stroke her hair.

"That's enough, slave" he said quietly, and Debra groaned,
reluctantly, allowing the cock to slip from her mouth before shuffling
up and laying her head in his lap, nuzzling in with a contented sigh.
The man lightly stroked her hair as he spoke.

"But, I don't want you to get lonely, or worried or begin to think
about doing anything stupid or foolish. After all, I don't know what
you're capable of. Well, I know some things you are not capable of,
but...."

The man reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small cellular
phone which he flipped open, pushing a single button before raising it
to his ear. A moment later he spoke.

"Come in, my dear."

He flipped the phone closed and pocketed it.

"Therefore" he continued, as if he had not interrupted himself "I've
arranged for you to be kept... 'occupied' for the week. Of course,
you'll have to call in sick as well. But I'm sure you'll find that
it's worth the missed hours at that boring, old office."

Ralph heard the front door open and close and the man turned to the
doorway with a grin. Ralph, now dull and blank, turned automatically
to follow his gaze. A woman stepped into the doorway and stopped,
raising her hands and resting them on her hips. She was vaguely
familiar, except for the fact that she was clad in a tight, dark,
shining leather corset, a black leather thong and a pair of black
stockings that terminated in high heeled, jet black boots that gripped
her calves up to the knees. In her hand, it's ends trailing down her
hip, was a wicked looking whip of some kind. Ralphs brow furrowed in a
dull confusion and his gaze returned to her face. It was familiar.
Then it struck him.... she had delivered the video tape to him that
very morning, though then she had been wearing a plain, brown uniform
of pants and shirt.

The man turned from her to look at Ralph.

"So, my dear... what do you think?"

"Oh" she said, an evil smile spreading on her lips "I think he'll be
wonderful, once he's property trained."

"So, does that mean you want him" the man inquired, a bit of amusement
in his voice. "What if he isn't interested?"

She fixed her gaze on Ralph and he could feel himself begin feel
light-headed, his vision seeming to lose all focus except for the
burning light in her eyes.

"Oh" she said, her own tone deep and calm "I think I've gotten him
interested already..."


Time Of Possession
part seven
by MarArch

She was gone again. The man, whoever he was, had zipped up his pants,
draped Debra in the coat, taken her leash and led her from the den.
Ralph heard the front door close and the profound silence that it left
in its wake, unbroken except for his own breathing which was deep and
slow.

The woman stood in the doorway, leaning against it, arms folded, the
whip dangling casually from her hand, studying him for what seemed
like ages, but Ralph was only vaguely aware of her presence. His mind
was a million miles away, at a place where wives do not turn to
stranger and declare their love, nor allow themselves to be so.... no,
not abused. She wanted it, wanted the things this mysterious stranger
could do, was doing for her, to her. He had her now in a place where
she had only ever dreamed of before, in some dark corner of her soul
that Ralph had never even known existed, let alone had the least clue
how to touch and fulfill. A part of his spirit was dying as he sat,
limply, on the couch, rotting away inside him, turning putrid and foul
inside him.

After what seemed to Ralph an eternity, the woman spoke.

"Hey."

He turned to her, slowly, mechanically, as if the effort was almost
more than he could manage. His eyes fell on her with a blank lack of
interest. She smiled slowly, and if Ralph had been in any condition to
focus on her, would have seen that it was an odd smile, both amused
and kindly.

"You look like shit, you know that?" she said.

It took a long moment for Ralphs mind to absorb the meaning behind the
words he'd just heard, but once they penetrated he simply nodded.

The woman sighed, straightened in the doorway and extended a hand to
him.

"Come" she said, her voice gentle yet firm.

Ralph stared at her for a long moment, unsure of what this new
stranger wanted, then realized somewhere deep inside himself that he
had been told to do something, and that is all it took to begin his
slow, painful rise from the couch. He was willing now to obey, as long
as he was not called upon to decide anything or make a choice. It was
all he could manage at this moment.

He stepped up to her and limply raised a hand which she took in her
own gloved fingers, then turned and slipping her other hand under his
elbow, led him gently to the stairs.

In the bathroom he stood, dumbly as she gently stripped him, tossing
each rumpled, slovenly garment out the door to a heap in the hallway.
When he was naked she closed the door, stripped off one glove, bent to
turn on the bathwater, test its temperature, plug the drain and begin
removing her own garments, not in any sensual way, but as if this was
the most natural thing in the world. Her gloves, corset, stockings,
boots and thong she carefully folded and set in a pile on the top of
the toilet tank. Ralph noticed that she, like his wife, was shaved
pubicly and her body was adorned by several small tattoos, including a
pair of handcuffs placed exactly where the one that now was a
permanent part of Debras body was located, just above and off to one
side of her sex. Also each of her nipples had been pierced and carried
a small golden loop.

Taking his hands she stepped into the tub, gently pulling him until
they stood ankle deep in it, facing each other. She then shifted her
hold to his shoulders and gently turned him around.

"Sit" she said. He complied, lowering himself to a cross-legged squat,
his back to her. She lowered herself, spreading her legs, then reached
forward to carefully pull him back against her as she reclined in the
tub, his neck coming to rest between her firm breasts. She worked her
legs up and wrapped them around his, her arms going around his
shoulders to hug him close against her. With one hand she reached to
gently stroke his hair and leaned down to plant the sweetest, gentlest
of single kisses on his ear.

"Let go, baby. Just let it go" she whispered, and at that moment the
closeness, warmth and yes, the love of this moment with this stranger,
as he lay curled, naked in her arms in the warm water that shrouded
his body, floating it, unprotected and unguarded, split his soul in
half, all the pain, rage, confusion and agony pouring out of him in a
shattering scream that dissolved to wracking sobs that shuddered his
body with deep gunshot spasms. And then his hand moved, clutching at
her arm and holding it as if it was all that kept him alive and his
pain flowed forth and his tears fell down to mix with the water that
surrounded both their naked bodies. Throughout it all she merely held
him, stroking him, nuzzling him and protecting him from all further
harm.

Ralph rolled over, vaguely feeling the covers slip in a knot around
him and opened his eyes. He was in his own bed, curled up fetally, his
body naked, feeling exhausted and confused. Then it came back to him,
the bath, the pain that had exploded from him, ripping him to pieces,
the woman, standing him up, drying him, leading him to the bed,
tucking him in and stoking his hair until, thankfully, sleep claimed
him....

He tossed back the covers and padded to the bathroom, emptying his
bladder, staring down at the swirling water of the flush even as he
voided himself. He actually felt human again, he thought. Bruised but
functional. He turned and opened the door and there she was... the
woman, again clad in her corset, thong and boots, though this morning
she had foregone the stockings. She stood, arms crossed, grinning
slyly at him. Ralph yelped in surprise and moved to close the door but
her arm shot out and pushed it, keeping it from shutting.

"No" she laughed. "Honey, I saw everything last night. Nice, by the
way. No, today you stay absolutely naked. Now, shake off your cock and
come downstairs for breakfast."

With that she turned and descended the steps, leaving Ralph to stand,
mouth agape, eyebrows raised, staring after where she disappeared.
Finally he turned and used a small piece of toilet paper to blot the
last drops of his urine from his member which he also carefully
flushed away before heading downstairs.

In the kitchen he saw that she was true to her word, with fresh, hot
coffee, an omelet... the full breakfast treatment. She had him sit at
the table while she served and then sat opposite him, lifting her fork
and nodding encouragingly at his plate. Obediently he picked up his
own fork and began to eat. Finally, he looked up at her.

"Wh - Who are you?" he said.

She laughed easily and told him her name was Donna and she had known
"the Master", that's what the mysterious man preferred to be called,
for quite some time. In fact, she said, she was a sort of former pupil
of his. When Ralph asked what kind of pupil, Donna fixed her gaze on
him for a long moment, then put down her fork, planted her elbows on
the table, laced her fingers before herself and began to explain.

This was the first time that Ralph even heard the phrases she spoke
of... "Sexual Dominant", "submissive", "erotic power exchange". Every
sentence she spoke seemed to flood him with a rush of new information.
Finally, he had to sheepishly put up a hand to stop her and apologize
profusely that he couldn't absorb any more. She smiled and nodded,
agreeing that it was all quite deep and not to be absorbed in one
simple sitting.  She changed her tack, explaining that a long time
before she had thought that she too was submissive, but had quickly
discovered that she much preferred the feeling of power and control
that came to her when she had a man helplessly under her thumb, either
spiritually or physically. When Ralph made a vague muttered comment
that he didn't think that sort of thing was for him, her eyebrows
raised, curiously.

"Oh?" she said. "Are you sure about that?"

When he looked at her, confused, she gently pointed out that, in fact,
she was sitting at the table fully clad, albeit in rather eccentric
fashion, while he was completely naked. Had been, in fact, since the
night before. And yet, did he not feel perfectly at ease and at peace?
After considering this for a moment Ralph had to nod in agreement. It
was true. He was at peace. Relaxed and calm and even feeling a small
inner glow of some kind. Not a sexual glow, but one of... what....
affection? Trust? Love?...for this strange woman... this Donna... who
had come to him out of nowhere and helped him through....

Ralph felt the pain well up inside himself and he gave a short, heavy
sigh, tears flooding into the corners of his eyes. Suddenly,
startlingly, her voice was cold.

"Stop that."

His gaze snapped up at her, shocked.

"You had that last night. It was necessary then, but you don't need to
go back to that. It's over with, understand? It's time to get over
it."

"But - but Debra.... my wife..." he whined, the tears gathering,
threatening to fall.

"...is being royally fucked by another man" she said, evenly, her
voice not particularly cruel but nevertheless cruel in it's
implications. "I know. He's using her like a whore, doing things to
her you couldn't even dream of and she's loving every minute of it."

"She - she loves him!" Ralphs voice blurted out.

"Does she?" Donna snapped back. "Or does she only THINK, at this
moment, that she does."

The silence fell in on them for a long moment, then her tone softened.

"Ralph, honey... sweety... has she ever done anything like this
before? Ever? Ever had an affair? Ever kissed another man with
passion?"

"No" he said, glumly.

"Was she a virgin when you got married?"

"No. But she wasn't all that experienced... I don't think."

"So..." Donna said, wisdom in her tone, "everything that's happening
to her is completely new then."

Ralph nodded, staring down at his half eaten breakfast.

"Then of course she's going to be excited by it, you silly man" she
said, leaning in slightly to emphasize her point. "My God, she's
experiencing physical pleasure like she never dreamed of before. And
she's probably been dreaming about just those kinds of things for a
long, long time."

Ralphs voice was almost pouting, "She never told me about it."

Donna laughed.

"Well, of course not, silly! Why would she? She'd be too embarrassed.
I mean, look at you! Deep down inside, you're as submissive as she
is!"

That caused Ralphs head to snap up, his eyes bearing an offended
expression.

"I am not!"

Donna leaned slowly back in her chair, studying him for a long moment,
then simply said "Stand up."

Without thinking, he stood, pushing back his chair. she nodded vaguely
to the place next to where she sat.

"Come here."

Again, without thinking, he moved to stand beside her. She smiled up
at him, reached up and wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock. He
yelped and took a half-step back, but instantly her other hand swung
wide, delivering a resounding, stinging slap to his naked backside.

"Stand still" she said. Ralph stiffened his whole body, trying to
avert his gaze but not moving.

"Look me in the eye" she said. Ralph looked down and when his eyes
caught hers he could see something there.... heat? desire? Something.
When she spoke again her voice was low, soothing and rhythmic...
hypnotic in a way, as her hand continued to gently stroke his now
stirring cock.

"Listen to me very carefully, pet" she said. "What's happening to your
wife is something she's always dreamed about... fantasies she's had
all her life since she first secretly realized that it felt good to
touch her own clit. Something from deep down inside of her is
blossoming. And in an amazing way, even I have to admit. You know, at
the party last night? I had my entire fist up inside her pussy and I
felt her grip it as she came, her cum running down my arm..."

Ralphs cock was fully erect now and his body was trembling, the
stroking and the images she was planting in his mind working on him.

"I watched her get fucked in ways I wouldn't even try. I even chose
the tattoo so that it would match mine."

Ralph was whimpering now, small, breathy pouts of sound.

"And she's going to be fucked even more creatively and forcefully over
the next week. In fact, there won't be a single waking moment that she
isn't either being fucked, or tormented, or aroused. Fucking and
cumming will be the only thing she will know for the next entire week.
In fact, when you next see her, and you will, I guarantee that, she's
going to be a changed woman. She'll become horny and drenching wet
just from a swat on the bottom.... she'll ache to have cock in her
pussy or her ass or her very talented mouth... she'll have her nipples
pierced just like mine are, and the hood of her clit as well....
she'll be attentive and eager to do anything to please..."

"Please him" Ralph hissed.

"Yes" she continued coolly "please him. He's her Master now. He owns
her more completely than you ever did. Because he's touched places in
her you never could and she needs to have those places touched. She's
not complete without that. Tell me when you are about to come, baby.
She is living a dream right now. A dirty, smutty, wicked, evil dream.
Clasp your hands behind your back..."

Ralph quickly moved his hands behind himself and gripped one wrist
with the other hand.

"You can't even imagine the kind of creature she has become" Donna
continued, her hand now stroking his throbbing cock in fast, long
motions, as if milking him. "She's one open, aching, throbbing,
needing, wet pussy.... and ass... and mouth... She needs to feel men
cumming deep inside her... needs to feel their cocks... needs to be
whipped and spanked and tortured.... she needs it Ralph. She needs
it..... And now, baby.... what do you need... Hummmm? What does my
Ralph puppy need?"

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum" he hissed, feeling the trembling tingle begin
to rise from deep inside his body at the base of his cock.

"Miss Donna" she said, quietly.

"Miss Donna, I'm gonna cum" he hissed again.

She leaned down, opening her mouth and taking the head of his cock
between her lips, her hand still stroking. Suddenly he erupted with a
shout, his cum pouring onto her tongue. She swallowed it calmly as it
flooded forth in spurts, the pleasure welling and ebbing, leaving him
tingling. When at last he sagged, she pulled her head back and looked
up at him.

"Sit" she said.

Shakily, he gripped the table and lowered himself to the floor beside
her chair. She placed her hand on his head and guided it down until it
was resting in her lap where she began to stroke it, gently, lovingly.

"Now" she said "how do you feel."

"I don't know" he whimpered.

"Try" she said, quietly.

"I - confused... good... relaxed... tense.... safe..."

"And do you love me?"

"I - I don't.... yes, I do."

"Because of how I make you feel?"

"Yes..."

"Very good, baby..." she said, gently stroking his hair. "Well, pretty
soon you'll find out how your wife is feeling.... because for this
next week, I own you, body and soul... don't I, baby..."

"Donna..."

"Miss Donna... always."

"Miss Donna.... I don't know if..."

"Yes you do, baby. You want to know what it's like, don't you. That
tiny bit you've already felt... you want to know more, don't you."

Ralph sighed.

"Yes.... Miss Donna."

"You want to know what your wife is feeling, don't you."

"Yes...."

"And you will, baby.... trust me... completely.... you will..."



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 arisen 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 between 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, majestically. 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 implement 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 rivulets 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 desperate 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... 


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 warm 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
loneliness, 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 shrouded 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 wistful understanding drifting with it.

"But...?" she encouraged.

He couldn't say it... couldn't taint it, diminish 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 lonely 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, encouragement, 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 arches 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 caressed 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, desperate 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 torrents 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."


Time Of Possession
part ten
by MarArch

Joel had to admit, he love the guys parties. Sure, the guy was a
little weird, with that strange look in his eyes and Joel always
thought he'd be a lot more at home in some kind of dark cloak and hip
high pointy boots than in a suit and loafers, but he threw the most
incredible, sexy, outrageous bashes Joel could never tell anybody
about, simply because he'd either get his face slapped or nobody would
believe him anyway. And besides, the guy was a good client, always
supplying all the documents Joel needed to do his magic with the
columns of figures and squeeze the last penny out of any tax refund or
amortization of some loan or other he could find lurking in the dark
recesses of the guys personal finances, which, Joel had to admit, were
considerable. But it was these parties that the guy sometimes invited
him to that really kept Joel kissing his ass. For one thing, they were
like some kind of damn orgy or something, somebody always boffing
somebody right out there where anybody could see them. But it wasn't
just that. They were like kinky orgies, sometimes with some poor guy
buck naked and trussed up like a turkey while some woman in God knows
what kind of outfit spanked his butt or tied a ribbon around his cock.
And some of the things that he'd seen happen to the women,
particularly the women the guy himself concentrated on had made the
phrase "holy shit" about the most common thing Joel could manage to
say at one of these get togethers.

Why the guy kept inviting him Joel never could figure out, since in
all the times he'd attended he'd never actually done anything. Well,
that wasn't strictly true. There was that one time when he was slumped
back on that couch in the library and that guy had come in with the
girl on the leash and, casual as you please, ordered her to suck Joel
off while the guy sat and talked about some damn thing or other, Joel
couldn't remember. And she had done it, too. No hesitation, no squinty
disapproving faces, no nasty looks at the guy. She'd just slinked
over, dropped to her knees and reached for Joels zipper like the guy
had told her it was okay to go get herself an iced soda with a straw
in it.

Joel sighed with the memory as he turned down the last block toward
the large house, wistfully wondering what had ever happened to that
girl. She hadn't been at the next party, or the one after that and the
weird feeling Joel got from the guy whenever he met him in those
circumstances prevented him from ever asking about her. Best not to
know, he figured. Besides, the guy always had lots of babes. He seemed
to go through them like Kleenex. Anyway, Joel was, as always, looking
forward to this party. It had been several months since he'd been
invited to one and he was just horny enough, what with that bitch
office girl having finally told him to go fuck himself and quitting on
him, that he needed a little thrill. And who knows, he thought
chuckling wheezingly from behind his cigar, maybe I can get my handle
pumped again. He wasn't going to rule it out, that was for Goddamn
sure.

Joel slid the big car into the open space along the curb across from
the sprawling house, killed the engine and took a quick look at
himself in the rear view. He wasn't all that bad looking, if only he
could keep his damn hair from flying up on the sides, making him look
like bozo the clown or something. His skin was relatively clear these
days, thanks to that new gook the dermatologist had given him and when
he was wearing this new jacket it did kind of smooth out his body a
little, as long as he kept it buttoned. He climbed out of the car,
dropped the soggy stogie in the gutter, locked the car and headed
toward the driveway of the large, dark three story tucked back away
from the street on the other side of the high stone wall. Showtime, he
thought.

The front door was standing half open and Joel could hear the buzz of
conversation from inside as he pushed his way in. Yeah, it definitely
was one of those kind of parties, he saw immediately. Some guy was
kneeling in the middle of the livingroom with handcuffs pulling his
arms behind him and a thick dog collar around his neck, the leash
attached to it wound around the hand of the slinky babe standing next
to him, chatting as casual as you please with some guy in something
that looked to Joel like a wet suit. Weird, he thought, but then he'd
seen weirder here on many occasions in the past.

As he wandered through the house looking for the guy so he could say
hello and thanks for inviting him again, it seemed to Joel that there
must be thirty or forty people here and he  wondered how they could
manage to get the time off of work, if they even did work, to attend a
raunchy sex party during afternoon business hours on a Tuesday of all
things. Well, that was really none of his business and frankly he
didn't much give a damn, did he. All he really wanted right now was
some action.

He noticed a few faces from earlier parties and smiled and nodded at
them, seeing them nod back. What a crowd to be in with, he thought,
snickering to himself as he entered the kitchen. And that was when he
muttered his first stunned "holy shit" of the afternoon. There, on the
large table in the middle of the kitchen was a naked blond, laying
back like she was on some kind of doctors table, knees up, bent and
spread, while some guy sitting on a stool was rotating a banana of all
things, skin and all, that was jammed halfway in her pussy, like
turning a dial on a radio or something. Every time he got it in one
certain position her back would arch and the three or four people
standing around watching would giggle and lean to whisper at each
other. As Joel watched the guy on the stool slid the slick fruit out
of her, quickly peeled it and then slowly, carefully, pushed it back
in, easing it slowly, back and forth, careful not to break or squash
it until, Joel saw wide eyed, it completely disappeared up inside her,
the lips of her pussy closing around its blunt end.

Joels cock was immediately snaking down his boxers, growing hard and
he slipped a hand into his pocket to move it around so it wouldn't
wind up jutting straight out but instead would swell up flat against
his stomach. He watched, open-mouthed, when the guy got up off the
stool and pulled it away, allowing a short, buxom woman to guide a
slender, naked girl wearing some kind of leather contraption that
forced her arms together behind her back and a wide blindfold into
that place and pushed her down onto her knees between the
banana-babes' open legs. The short woman bent down to whisper
something in the slender girls ear and stepped back to watch. The
slender girl seemed to bend slightly forward, sniffing, sensing, her
face drawing closer to the table and then her cheek brushed against
one of banana-babes thighs and she leaned down, her mouth opening
until it settled on the pussy lips and she began to work her jaw,
slowly. The blond on the table was rolling her head back and forth
now, her hands reaching out, groping, touching two men who stood on
either side of her and slipping down, searching for their crotches.

I got a banana for ya baby, Joel thought, his eyes fixed on the
slender girl, slipping his hand further into his pocket and using his
fingertips to stroke the underside of his own cock. Then, just as the
little knot around the table leaned in to better see and a quiet
"ahhhh" was muttered by one of them, Joel saw the slender girl slowly
begin to lean back and damned if she didn't have one end of the banana
in her mouth, holding it there just by suction, the other end still
inside the pussy of the woman on the table who by now had found the
bulges in the front of the mens trousers and was awkwardly trying to
stroke them with her palms.

Joel was almost holding his breath as he watched the slender girl
slowly, methodically, work her jaw, apparently gumming and crushing
the banana with her tongue, swallowing the mashed chunks whole, her
face inching down toward the table girl until, just before her lips
touched the pussy, the end of the banana slipped from it. The little
gathering gave an approving mutter of sound as if they'd just
witnessed a new trick done by a family pet and chattered excitedly for
a few seconds as the slender girl pressed hard against table girls
pussy, causing her to moan and clutch at the cocks she could not quite
get any leverage on beneath the well tailored slacks of the two men on
either side of her.

But before she could cum, the short woman stepped up to the slender
girl, grabbed a handful of her hair in a fist and pulled her back, up
and away, bringing her to her feet, wobbly and leading her back a few
steps. The men on either side of table girl reached for her arms and
bent them down, raising her, turning her, causing her to shift on the
table. In a few seconds they had her face down on the table, her ass
sticking just over the end, her legs hooked over the sides, her cheek
pressed against it, arms bent and clutching the opposite end as if
she'd slide off if she let go. The guy with the stool came back and
seated himself again at the end of the table, another unpeeled banana
in his hand, turned to share a comment and a chuckle with someone
standing next to him, then, like a doctor about to make an incision,
fixed his concentration on the table girl and raised the banana until
the end of it was pressed against her asshole.

Okay, Joel thought, shaking himself out of his reverie and turning to
move back into the diningroom, I think I've seen enough of that. He
wandered slowly, casually, through the house, his gaze falling on
various interesting little sights. 

In the library in the back of the house he almost stumbled over what
he first thought was a white, rolled up rug, before he focused on it
and realized it was obviously some guy completely encased in medical
bandages, only his cock and balls sticking out. Beside him a lovely,
terribly young looking woman sat on the floor, alternating between
stroking the cock to keep it hard and then swatting it with a riding
crop and watching it bounce and twitch as she giggled.

Joel discovered he couldn't use the downstairs bathroom because a
woman was in there, naked, on her knees, her arms pulled around and
handcuffed behind the bowl. He was just glad to notice that the seat
was down and she was leaning on it.

Someone had tied a woman spread eagle to the lower portion of the
banister leading upstairs, and while looking for the bathroom on the
second floor Joel opened a door to find two women taking turns
rhythmically whipping a muscular young man tied face down on a bed.

Shit, he thought, closing the door, doesn't anybody just fuck anymore?
Finally he found and used the upstairs bathroom and decided it might
be a good idea to try and find his host, say hello and thank him again
for the invite. Back on the first floor he asked someone where the guy
was and was directed to the door to the basement under the stairs.

Joel moved down the stairs into the slightly darker environs of the
basement, stepping cautiously lest he wind up trodding on God knows
who or what before his eyes could fully adjust and as he reached the
bottom he noticed a few people standing, silently watching something
in the far corner where there was a small pool of light. He moved in
that direction, stepping up to a small gap in the viewing group and
the second and decidedly more sincere "holy shit" of the evening
escaped him.

It looked like a hammock but then not really. It consisted of four
thick wooden posts that seemed to be driven right into the concrete
floor, sticking up about three feet. In the top of each was a heavy
eyebolt from which ran a thick cable forming an "x" on top of which
was some kind of small leather pad at the intersection. Lying on the
pad, her legs spread wide, ankles tied tightly to the cables, was a
woman. Not just a woman but one of the most beautiful women Joel had
ever seen. She was petite but perfectly formed, her stomach was flat,
hips wide and smoothly curved. And even the small tattoo of... what
was that, handcuffs?.. just above her pussy added something to her
allure. Her arms were pulled down and her wrists cuffed together below
and behind her where she lay on her back, almost flat on this
contraption and the upper part of her face was covered by a dark,
leather hood which prevented her from seeing or hearing anything.
Between her wide-spread lips was a large black ball gag.

And what were those things on her breasts, Joel wondered. They looked
like clear, plastic cups of some kind, attached to small hoses that
trailed off and to some kind of a box sitting on a table against the
wall. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Joel could see that every
time there was a faint click from the box, the womans breasts seemed
to swell up, her already dark red nipples, which must have been a half
inch long, sucked into the ends of the tubs. A few seconds later
another click and the breasts would slowly ease back.

Scanning her body, drinking in the lovely form, skin glistening from a
sheen of sweat, Joels' eyes fell on her crotch and he saw the wires,
one trailing down from something that clearly filled her petite ass,
two more from just on either side of her clit. These wires also ran to
other small boxes on the table.

Behind the contraption stood a petite oriental girl, also naked, one
hand swathed in a thick  mitten whose outside was pure, soft, brown
fur, which she slowly, delicately trailed over the bound womans body,
her other hand at the womans pussy, doing something Joel could not
quite see. The oriental woman looked up, directing her gaze to where
could see, at last, the man stood, arms crossed, stroking his chin,
watching intently. The man surveyed the scene with utmost
concentration and then slowly nodded. The oriental girl smiled and
turned her attention back to the woman.

Joel slipped between the people and sidled up beside the man, leaning
in to whisper at him but keeping his gaze riveted on the spectacle
before him.

"How ya doin" he said, his voice guttural and low.

"Joel" the man said, evenly, his attention never wavering from the
bound, magnificent woman.

"Thanks for askin' me today. This is one hell of a party... as usual."

The man just grunted in acknowledgment.

"So" Joel said, fixing his attention on the scene again. "What's going
on."

"Oh" the man sighed "training. A new slave."

"Oh" Joel said, not sure what kind of comment to add, if any. "What
kinda training?"

The man shrugged, his gaze never wavering as he watched the oriental
girl turn halfway to flip a switch on one of the small boxes on the
table, her stroking with the fur mitten never even wavering. The bound
woman seemed to tense, muscles beginning to quiver, breath suddenly
becoming tight and shallow. The oriental woman tossed a quick glance
up at the man who nodded and then she pulled her hand slowly away from
the womans pussy and Joel could see an obscenely large, pink dildo,
its entire surface covered with large ridges and bumps, slowly
withdraw from her body. But before it came completely free the
oriental girl pressed it home once more, her other hand continuing its
delicate petting, rubbing, stroking of the womans stomach and sides. 

The woman gasped and swallowed, her entire body going rigid in short,
stiff shudders, almost thrashing.

"It's something new" the man said, almost absently. "Miko is an expert
at this sort of thing."

"At what" Joel choked, watching this woman obviously winding up like a
pulled, fraying piece of rope, getting ready to snap with overwhelming
sexual tension.

"It's the combination" the man continued, his voice dreamy, as if he
hadn't heard Joel "the overdose of sensations that does it. You see?
The nipples... the sucking, perfectly timed... the clit... very low
voltages, just enough to cause the nerves to respond, even if the mind
rebels.... the plug voltage is a bit higher but that's necessary. But
it's really Miko that supplies the magic.... she's reading her...
sensing her.... finding her weak spots... and once she does...."

His voice trailed off as if losing himself in the vision before him.

Joel had to clear his throat and jam a hand deep into his pocket to
readjust his now hard and throbbing cock before he could speak.

"I'd sure like to meet her once all this is over with. The babe, I
mean. She's hot."

The man smiled with dark amusement.

"Oh, in a few minutes, she won't be able to tell you her own name. And
by the time Miko gets done with her, she's going to need a long rest.
She'll probably sleep all day tomorrow. But, her name is Debra. A new
acquisition... a real find. Ah, good. Mikos' found her."

The man fell silent and Joel watched in fascination as Miko closed her
eyes and the sweeps with the mitten became larger, pressing deeper,
her other hand working the enormous dildo into and out of Debras body
in deep, steady strokes. Joel could see Debras nipples relentlessly
pulled up, into the ends of the tubes, slowly released, then sucked
tight once more. Debras head was slowly rocking from side to side now,
her breath coming in interrupted gasps and swallows punctuated with
deep grunts from behind the gag. Mikos mitten covered hand shifted to
small, tight circles in the center of Debras stomach, beginning to
press in now, just above her impaled crotch. Miko bent slightly and
Joel watched, enthralled, as the pushed the dildo deep and then slowly
rotated it.

Debra began to moan behind the gag, her body starting to twitch and
shudder, as if massive voltages were pouring through every fiber of
her, her head lulling limply with each electrocuting shock that ripped
through her. Mikos began to spin the dildo, quick, shocking turns, and
with each one Debra yelped and jolted in her bondage, as if she was
dying.

Then, just when Joel thought he would start screaming merely from the
sight, Miko drew the dildo almost completely from Debras pussy and at
one moment rammed it back into her to the hilt while her mitten
covered hand pressed hard on her stomach.

Debra screamed, her entire body going rigid and as Miko jerked the
dildo halfway from her a gush of clear fluid poured from Debras pussy,
slashing wetly onto the concrete floor beneath her. The heady reek of
it hit Joels nostrils and he realized with a shock that it was
cum...volumes of it, like pure liquid lust flowing in a river from
this woman.

Miko eased the pressure on Debras stomach, held the dildo in tense
hands, waiting... three seconds... four... and then again she rammed
it home, pressing her stomach as if to drive her hand through it.
Again Debra screamed and this time the fluid gushed around the
impaling dildo, coating Mikos hand as it splashed to the floor,
increasing the glistening pools size and a fresh wave of the
overwhelming smell of pure animal sex hit Joel. 

Debra was thrashing in her bonds, jerking and shuddering as if every
nerve was burning like a fuse. The sound that roared from her gagged
mouth was like that of a tortured animal at the point of death.

Again Miko pulled the dildo from her but without pause slammed it deep
into Debras body and yet a third gush of cum and more spasming rocked
the senseless collection of nerve-endings that used to be Ralphs wife.

"Miko says her record is 15 in a row" the man said, his voice dreamy
with wonder. "I think my little slave is going to beat that right
now."

Joel groaned, she shoulders hunching and twitching as his cock spewed
into his pants... and he was stunned because he hadn't even touched
it.....


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 draped 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 surprise 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 yielding 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
duffel 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 receive 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 rewrap 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, airily "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 suppress 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 offhandedly "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 received 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 millennia.

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 caress 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 slowness 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 implement 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.



Time Of Possession
part twelve
by MarArch

Debra lay, curled, on the bed, the covers drawn up to her neck over
her nude body, eyes open, staring blankly into the gloom. The only
sound was the slow, even rush of her breathing, the only motion the
gentle rise and fall of the soft blankets.

What had she done, she vaguely wondered in some distant corner of her
mind. What had become of her. She allowed her mind to drift down over
her flesh, sensing it, feeling it, studying it with a kind of
detachment. She ached, her nipples gently throbbing in time to the
slow, steady beating of her heart, echoed by the slight pulse in her
still swollen clit. Her backside felt as if it was glowing with the
warmth of the punishment it had endured during the afternoon party...
it was a party, wasn't it? But parties were times when you talked to
people and smiled with them and laughed and shared... something. So
was it really a party? Or was it just more of the same... more of her
body being set on fire by those deep, inner lusts, used and driven
beyond screaming, beyond cumming, beyond.... herself.

She felt infinitely tired but somehow sleep was ignoring her, had
turned its back on her, was punishing her with its absence. Time
seemed to be sitting beside the bed, staring at her, studying her,
tormenting her with its lack of motion. But she didn't care anymore.
She could lie there in the dark forever for all the difference it
made. Lie there, unmoving until she aged, her skin drying, bones
turning brittle. Or the sun could rise and he could come and take her
and use her again, make her body betray her once more with the
shuddering fire that possessed her and banished her mind and soul. It
didn't matter any more. Nothing mattered.

She was empty. More empty than she could comprehend. She had become
what, in her dark, secret fantasies, had always been the sweet, hot,
shadowy fountain of warm, wet passion that had tickled her childhood
throbbings. But it wasn't like that at all. Not for her. She was a
thing. An object. A machine that was fueled by a full, deeply stroked
pussy and pinched, aching nipples and a filled ass and the thousand
other stimulations that summoned up her lust and made her spew her
soul and her heart and her cum out for him to savor and feed on.
That... and nothing else.

She wanted to shift herself, move her arms, draw them up and wrap
herself in them, feel the warm, gentle grip of them around her,
holding her in the still, dark quiet. But she didn't move. It was
pointless. She would have found no comfort in her own arms. Nor in
his. For they were just arms, his and hers. They carried with them
nothing but lust and when the lust was spent, ripped or driven or
milked from her they were nothing but arms.

Why can't I cry, she wondered. Why can I do nothing but respond,
moisten, tingle, shudder, swell and climax. I used to cry, she
remembered. I used to laugh and smile and sigh with something other
than a quiver of heat and clenching deep inside my pussy. So why can't
I cry now? Cry for what I've lost... what I've gained... what I've
become...

She lay, staring at the shadows along the wall, and waited. Waited for
him to come to her, to spread her, to bind her, to gag her, to clamp
her, to fill her, to touch her and rouse her and drive her and make
her scream and sob and cum.  That was her purpose now. That was the
function she served. And she was good, oh yes, she was very good... as
if made just for that. Lovely, and hot and wet and responsive and
perfect.... and empty....


He stared across the room at the bed where she lay, leaning on the
open doorframe, arms crossed, unmoving, studying her across the
distance. She had been so perfect, he mused silently. So anxious, so
needing, so splendid. Perfect for him, for his needs. She met his
every imagination with a bursting that bathed him in her surrender and
her endurance and her gift of herself to him. Of all of them, this one
was beyond measure, priceless.

And tomorrow, after he'd rested, after she'd rested, he would work her
again... drive her, feed her even as she fed him with the blistering
heat of her wantonness... practice new pleasures on her. And she would
scream and weep and moan and shudder and cum for him. And he would
feel her cumming and drink it in and be warmed for a little while. And
it still wouldn't matter, would it. It wouldn't matter a damn. Because
it never did.

The sigh he expelled was a soundless growl as he straightened,
reached, slowly pulled the door closed behind him and went to his own
rest. Another function to be performed. Another requirement of the
flesh. Meaningless....


Ralph's arm was killing him. It had fallen asleep about the time
Melissa had rolled around and pressed her warm, smooth, shapely ass
against his hip. But Donna hadn't moved, not since they all tumbled
into the bed and wiggled tightly against each other like puppies in a
basket. She stayed curled up against him, her hand thrown over his
chest, her head bearing down on his arm, definitely cutting off the
blood he thought. He tried to wiggle his fingers but they failed to
respond, instead sending a sharp, tickling tingles down the groggy
nerves into his brain. Despite himself he began to laugh, silently,
his chest spasming.

"What" Donna said, groggily.

"I'm sorry" he hissed through the sharp clutches of his chest at the
sensation that roared from his deadened fingertips "I have got to move
my arm."

She grunted and lifted her head, allowing him to slowly pull it free
and swing it, wobbly, upwards, then dropping it between them.

"Thank you" he said, bracing for the slow flood of pins and needles
that would soon cascade up from it.

"'sokay, baby" she muttered and lay her head back down with a heavy
flop on the pillow.

The silence flooded over them again and Ralph closed his eyes,
actually savoring the sensation that welled up from his arm as the
nerves awakened.

"So" Donna said quietly, her voice now more alert "what do you think
of my little pet."

"Melissa? She's wonderful."

"Isn't she just" Donna sighed contentedly.

"And so are you" he said quietly.

She reached out to stroke his cheek with a fingertip.

"You're a very special man, Ralph. You know that? Your wife is lucky
to have you. She really is."

He grunted, an uncertain sound in the darkness of the room.

"She is" Donna repeated quietly.

"If she even wants me at all" he said, gloom in his tone.

Donna sighed quietly. "Oh Sir..."

The sound of their breathing filled the room for a long moment.

"Sir?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course."

A pause.

"Would you please make love to me. Not work me, or play with me or try
to drive me half out of my mind which you can do, by the way. Just
make love to me. No one has for a very long time. No man..."

Ralphs lips parted, about to speak through his growing smile, about to
ask what the difference could possibly be... but the words died
unformed... because he knew the difference. Knew it now as surely as
he knew the feel of cool breezes tickling his neck or warm sun on his
face. And he realized, at that moment, that he was, for the first time
since he had met Debra, about to be unfaithful to her... and that she
never had been to him.

He rolled gently over, facing Donna, feeling Melissas bottom now
pressed warmly against his own, gently sliding a hand over Donnas
naked flesh, feeling the smoothness of her stomach, the curves of her,
the softness of her, the rounded hip, the well of her breast, the
growing tightness of the nipple as it gathered beneath his gently
stroking palm. Leaning down his lips found hers, sliding together with
them in a perfect fit, moist and soft yet firm and with a growing
eagerness. Her arms slipping around his neck, pulling him against her.
His cock stirring, swelling, reaching for her in its own way. His hand
touching her, so gently, exploring her, wondering at her, the gift of
her... sliding down between her spreading thighs to find her already
wet and waiting. Lifting his body above her, nestling, their hips
slipping close, his cock dragging over her stomach, feeling the moist
lips of her pussy part as its length drew along them. Then the head of
it against her, pausing, prayerful and reverent, her arms giving a
gentle tug to his neck, urging him, pleading with him. Slowly pressing
down, feeling her body open to accept him, cover and comfort him,
welcome and cherish him, down into her depths.

She sighed as if in some lost dream, feeling him filling her, gently,
lovingly, their bodies joined, not in lust but in adoration and equal
affection. And even as he began to withdraw, easing reluctantly from
her, he could hear himself whispering..

"I love my wife."

"I know" she whispered back, her voice choked, even as she pulled him
back inside her, their rhythm slow and gentle, like the rocking of a
hammock on a lazy, perfect, still day. They rode the slow swelling
together, feeling the birth of the pleasure somewhere between them,
never racing, never quickening, savoring every instant of the joining.
And it was perfect, and gentle and not to be rushed, the slow,
flickering warmth their bodies conjured up. It was peace and love and
contentment made flesh and made of flesh.

Ralph could feel his cock begin to swell inside her, unfrenzied, and
Donna pulled him down onto her and welcomed his deepest plunge to her
very center where he pressed and blossomed and gave his moisture into
her, and felt her answer with a clutch, a shiver and her own warm
wetness bathing him deep inside her.

They lay still, holding one another, drinking in the moment of the
joining even as they slipped down from the summit of it, his sigh
answered by hers in a wordless understanding.

At last he lifted his head and something pulled at his attention. He
turned, his expression puzzled, to see Melissa, now on her side,
facing them, her cheek propped up on her fist, a wry smile on her
lips, eyes fixed on them. Donna noticed his look and followed it.

In the darkness they blushed, as if discovered.

"That" Melissa said, quietly, languidly, her voice amused "was the
dirtiest thing I have ever seen."

Three voices flooded the darkness with a burst of warm laughter.



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 innocent 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, majestically, 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 yielding... 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 fulfill 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 mischievous 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 comfortable, 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 wistful 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 diminish 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 presence 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 prostrate body and beginning
her work, with a surety 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 affixed between Donnas knees, further spreading and stretching
them. Then a startlingly 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, mutely,
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
fingertip. 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, unfulfilled, 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
straightening 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.



Time Of Possession
part fourteen
by MarArch

Ralph was amazed he was so calm, so almost peaceful. Donna had made
the call and been told what time he would be there to deliver Debra,
which she immediately had told Ralph. And from the moment they all
knew when he would be arriving Donna had been tense, anxious, pacing
the room, even puttering in the kitchen, anything to stay busy and
focused on something other than that moment.

Ralph could hear the dull thunk of the dishes in the sink from where
he sat on the couch in the den and turned to smile at Melissa, curled
on the other end of the couch, decked out now in a dark, floor-length
velvet gown. Although it should have seemed to him inappropriate
attire for a quiet Saturday afternoon, it nevertheless suited her
perfectly, and gave her an aire of regal elegance and calm beauty. For
his own part Ralph had dressed simply, shirt and trousers, slip on
shoes. He understood that his value was not in his clothing but in
himself. These extraordinary women had taught him that. That and so
much more.

Another clack of dishes echoed from the kitchen and Ralph turned to
Melissa with a smile.

"Why is she so nervous? If anyone should be, it should be me. But I'm
not."

Melissa returned the smile though there was a touch of sadness in it.

"I don't know. She's never talked to me about him" she said, her voice
a wan sigh. "She's never even let me meet him."

"I wonder why not" he mused.

Melissa shrugged.

"She once told me never to ask, that I was better off not knowing
anything about him."

Ralph felt a slight chill trickle over him.

"That sounds ominous" he said quietly.

She fixed her gaze on him and beamed with love and pride.

"You have nothing to worry about, believe me."

Even though he wasn't reassured by this, he was grateful for her
strength and support.

"I want you to know something" he said, finally, his tone calm but
earnest.

"Yes Sir?"

"Well" he hesitated, before sighing and fixing his gaze on her. "This
may sound strange... I mean, we haven't known each other long... I
mean as people... but... I want you to know that I feel as if you are
a part of me now. That you can ask me anything, any favor, anything I
can do for you, I'll be thrilled to do it. You and Donna."

He could see the moisture well up in her eyes and she nodded sharply,
with happiness and pride.

"You too" she whispered. "Anything."

Ralph reached out and took her hand, holding it firmly, feeling the
flow between them. What he felt was something far beyond friendship,
floating in that dimly seen land between companion and lover... a
closeness of deep respect, caring and understanding. And though he
would never love her or her Mistress in the way or with the deep
resonating blend that he loved his wife, still he knew that they could
not be closer if they occupied the same skin.

Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen, followed by the light
tinkling of glass shards dancing over the floor.

"CRAP!!! CRAP CRAP!! FUCK!!" Donnas voice was loud and sharp.

Ralph and Melissa exchanged a quick look and smile, even as Melissa
rose and moved gracefully toward the kitchen door.

"Donna" Ralph called out, his voice carrying but level and calm,
"please come in here."

A moment later she appeared in the doorway, just as Melissa arrived
there. While Donnas expression and aura was screaming with how
frazzled she felt, she was her lovely self, once more decked out in
the dark, leather corset and boots she'd been wearing when he first
laid eyes on her that infinity of a week before. Melissa leaned to
give her a warm, soothing hug even as Ralph extended a hand toward
her.

"Come" he said, calmly. 

Donna heaved a sigh of exasperation, gave Melissa a peck on the cheek
and moved toward Ralph, reaching to take his hand. Melissa smiled back
at them for a moment, then went on into the kitchen to see about the
mess her Mistress had, in her anxiety, created. Ralph patted the couch
beside him and Donna flopped into it, leaning back and sighing once
more.

"I'm sorry" she said, her lips in a pout "I broke a dish."

He smiled warmly at her. "I heard. It doesn't matter. Are you all
right?"

"Oh" she sighed "I don't know."

Ralph shifted to face her, focusing on her.

"What's wrong. Tell me" he said, calmly.

She rolled her head to look at him, rolled it back to stare straight
ahead for a long thoughtful moment, then once more faced him.

"I don't want him to win, that's all."

Ralphs eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Win what?"

She sighed, her body tensing, head turning away, restless, uncertain,
then fixed to a point somewhere in the space before where she sat.

"Just win" she said finally, quietly, darkly.

Ralph watched her for a long, silent moment, wondering if he should
press, probe for what was troubling her, but decided against it.

"If he's going against you, my dear, I don't see how he could" he said
with a warm smile.

She rolled her head to look at him once more, her gaze probing,
searching him, then seeming to relax slightly.

"He was my first" she said at last. She let her head return to its
unfocused gaze somewhere in the depths of the room before her as she
continued. "I was Debra, once upon a time. Confused... frightened...
not knowing what was making me have all those dark thoughts, and
feeling guilty for enjoying them... and then I met him. And all that
changed. He... changed me. Showed me things... made me feel things I
never thought I could. But I was lucky. I had someone who cared about
me... who helped me... saved me, in a way. But even though he saved
me, he couldn't... didn't.... oh hell..."

She turned to look at him once more and there was a deep pain in her
eyes.

"He couldn't understand" she said. "And I needed for him to
understand."

She sighed, forcing the pain back and looked away.

"So, after he rescued me, he... well, we both knew it was dead."

"Your husband" Ralph whispered, suddenly understanding. Donna nodded.

"When he left, I didn't have anyone... except for... him. But I knew I
could never go back to..." Her voice trailed off for a moment. "And I
knew by then that I was stronger than he could ever accept as one of
his...." Again her voice died as the thought fled from her. She
sighed. "So since then, he sometimes pulls me back... tries to get me
in his... tries to win. And I don't let him. And since I found
Melissa, he has no power over me, and he knows it and it fascinates
him... those feelings... that love, that strength. And he keeps
looking for it, for himself. But he won't find it. He'll never find
it."

Her eyes grew suddenly cold and steely.

"I won't let him" she said.

Shaking herself from this gathering blackness she turned to Ralph once
more.

"And you won't let him either... will you, my lovely pet. Will you."

Ralph stared at her for a long moment, then a cold smile curled his
lips.

"She's my wife. I love her." he said simply. And he could see her
relax and grow calm within herself, having heard what she needed to
hear.

Melissa stepped into the doorway, the damage having been efficiently
and lovingly correct, and stood watching them, drawing strength from
them and adoring them both.

Suddenly the doorbell clanged, and Donna was rising from the couch.

"I'll get it" she said, moving quickly to the doorway, stopping to nod
Melissa to the couch and squeeze her hands as she passed by. Melissa
moved, gracefully, before where Ralph sat and delicately lifted the
hem of her long dress, sinking down to her knees before him and
assuming a properly submissive posture. Ralph turned to look at her,
surprised and she slipped him a tiny smile and a wink before lowering
her gaze to the floor. They were ready now. As ready as they ever
would be.

Ralph could hear muted voices from the front of the house, indistinct
and low, and moments later he appeared in the doorway. Ralph looked at
him, neutral and at peace, but seeing him now from a different
perspective than the last time he'd laid eyes on him. There was no awe
now, no sense of mystery about the man. Merely a rival, and one with
distinct and visible flaws.

The man paused in the doorway and his gaze flickered over to Melissa,
his eyebrows raising.

"Well, well" he said quietly, appreciation in his tone before he fixed
his eyes on Ralph. "Yours?"

"Let's just say" Ralph replied quietly, calmly "not yours and leave it
at that."

For a moment the man was silent, as if startled by what he'd heard,
but then he allowed the smile to spread over his lips and nodded,
sagely.

"As you wish" he said. "Well, here's something that is mine" he said
coolly and stepped into the room, moving for the chair that he had sat
in once before. Ralph watched him go a moment then turned his gaze to
the doorway as Debra stepped through it, Donna behind her.

She was naked, her ankles wrapped in the leather cuffs, her hands
obviously linked in their own cuffs behind her back. Around her neck
she wore the wide, black collar. From each of her pierced nipples hung
a heavy crystal that bobbed and tugged on them with every slow step. A
flick of his gaze downward and Ralph could see the rings through the
piercings on her sex. She looked every inch the slave... the piece of
property, obedient without thought, useful only for what she was
allowed to do, with nothing unique or special about her save for the
color of her hair or perhaps the arrangement of the curves of her
flesh.

She kept her eyes cast downwards, even as the collar forced her head
up and moved to the side of the chair into which he had settled. She
stood, almost distracted, her chest heaving in a series of small sighs
and Ralph knew that, had her hands not been bound behind her, they
would have been fidgeting in discomfort. There was a moments silence
as Ralph peered into her face and saw a resignation there, flat and
gray... there was no joy, no pride, nothing of the spark of her. It
was as if she had locked a part of herself away somewhere and what was
left was colorless and dull.

The man stared at Ralph for a long moment, his eyes fixed tightly on
him as if attempting to assert something, some strength that Ralph no
longer was impressed by. Then, for an instant, he seemed to realize
something and tossed a glance up at Debra, in spite of himself,
quickly catching himself and recovering.

"What are you doing up there" he said, evenly.

Debra jolted, ever so slightly, as if pulled from her own thoughts and
quickly lowered herself to her knees beside the chair. The man turned
back to Ralph and smiled, cruelly.

"So" he said at last "here we all are."

He turned to look at Donna, now leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed
and tense.

"Did you enjoy yourself this week, my dear" he asked smoothly, turning
his gaze back to Ralph. "I certainly did."

He reached out a hand and laid it on the back of Debra neck, kneading
it gently.

"And so did she, didn't you, slave."

Debra nodded slightly, the barest whisper of a sound eking from her
lips.

"Louder" the man said. "Let them hear you."

"Yes Master" she said, her voice choking and hoarse.

"But why, my little slut. Why did you enjoy it."

"Because it pleased you, Master" she said, as if repeating a rote
lesson.

"But it pleased you too, didn't it? All the things that were done to
you... all the wonderful things you felt... what was done to... with
your body?"

"Yes Master" she said, her head dipping forward slightly, as if in
shame.

"And you love being fucked, don't you, slut."

"Yes Master."

"You love having your nipples and your ass and your pussy owned and
tormented."

"Yes..." her voice even quieter now.

"And you'll do anything I tell you to, won't you, my little slut."

"Yes" her voice a whisper now.

"Good." There was a black smoothness in his tone now. "Then I want you
to go kneel in front of your husband, spread your slutty little legs,
look him in the eye and tell him all about what's been done to you."

She hesitated, and Ralph could see her tense slightly, her brows knit
slightly.

"Go on" the man said gently but with unmistakable authority and
threat.

Debra rose slowly to her feet, her eyes never leaving a spot on the
floor before her, and moved slowly, hesitation in every step, until
she was before where Ralph sat. She slowly lowered herself to her
knees once more before him, drew in a deep, steadying breath and
slowly lifted her eyes until the fixed on his own.

Ralph could see the pain in her, the shame and humiliation and his
heart surged, almost leaping in fury at her discomfort. But he kept
his gaze neutral, soft and open. She seemed to probe him, a distant
desperation somewhere deep in her eyes.

"I can't hear you, slut" the man said quietly but firmly.

"Sir, I - " she burst, automatically, but then paused as if to gather
her thoughts a moment, before continuing.

"I was fucked by my Master" she said, her voice turning tense and
breathless. "He possessed my ass and my pussy and my mouth with his
cock and tongue. He leant me to others... his friends... and they
fucked me as well. They had contests, who could make me cum the most.
He -" She hesitated, the shame welling up, her voice beginning to
tremble, her eyes now pleading, screaming, begging and desperate.
Ralph struggled to keep his own expression neutral, but he could feel
her agony and shared it.

"He tied me up and whipped me and fucked me and fisted me, oh God, it
makes me wet to just say it, and changed my body, put his marks on me
and in me and made me cum, Oh God, I need to cum so badly, all the
time, I'm wet all the time and I can't stand it, not cumming, I need
it so badly... so badly..."

"And you love it, don't you, slut" the man said, triumph in his voice.

"Yes Master" she said, her voice sharp and desperate. "Yes, I love it
so much, oh my God..."

Donna could feel herself tensing, understanding the torment Debra was
feeling and hoping silently that Ralph had within him her salvation.

"And if I told you now that you were to ask for a divorce from your
husband, leave him and never see him again, you'd do it, wouldn't you,
little slut."

"I - " Debra choked, her eyes locked onto Ralphs, screaming silently,
mouth open but the words swallowed deep in her throat.

"Say it" the man said. It was an order.

"I - " The tears boiled up in Debras eyes and she gasped, her mind a
turmoil as she looked at the man who loved her, who cherished her soul
and her heart and whom she suddenly saw she had hurt and betrayed and
caused such pain. She began to tremble, unable to face him yet knowing
that to turn away would kill the last part of her that was worth
loving and having and made her of any value to herself.. the final
remaining shreds of her spirit now reaching toward him.

Ralph raised a hand and laid it on her cheek, gently wiping the tear
that tumbled from her eye with his thumb.... and smiled, his love
flooding over her.

"I love you" he whispered, and it was joyous and open and
unaccusing... unconditional and without let or hindrance, full of
forgiveness and admiration for what she was, what she always would be
to him.

Debras eyes slid closed and she began to sob, silently, her tears
coursing down over his gentle, loving hand.

"Slut" the man said, his tone now deeply threatening despite its
quiet.

"Donna" Ralph said suddenly, his own voice even, his eyes turned to
fix on where the man sat, his fingers laced tensely before himself
"what would you say about someone who uses threats and anger and
coercion to get their way, especially sexually. What would you say
about someone like that."

Donna smiled, fixing her own cool gaze on the man.

"I'd say he was an asshole" she said, smoothly. "In fact, he might
even be a criminal. There are laws about those kinds of things. If
anyone ever wanted to have him investigated, look in to some of his
activities... start asking his associates about things... it might
make a lot of people uncomfortable."

Ralph watched the man stiffen, tensing as if about to leap up and
strike out, but then he slowly relaxed, a sense of neutral observation
radiating from him. Ralph turned back to look at Debra.

"Debra..." he said, quietly. "Look at me."

She slowly raised her eyes to his, and he could see them glistening
with fear and pain.

"What you did" Ralph said quietly, even "hurt me very much. That you
could feel such things and never tell me... never feel like you could
tell me hurt very badly."

She closed her eyes and started to lower her head but his hand gently
took her chin and raised it once more.

"What we used to have" he said evenly "is gone now."

She clenched her eyes and the tears coursed down her face as he
continued quietly.

"It's dead. What you did.... what we've done... has killed it. And
it's never coming back. But maybe...." He paused, groping for the
words momentarily before finding his voice once more. "...maybe it
wasn't supposed to last. Maybe that kind of innocence is supposed to
die eventually. That first love. Maybe wisdom kills it... or life...
or just time. I don't know."

He sighed and continued.

"I love you, Debra. I always have and I always will. And I do
understand you... maybe better than you do yourself. There's nothing
you need or want that I can't give you. I know that now."

He looked over at Donna.

"I've learned that."

He looked back at his trembling, delicate, wife enduring her
punishment on her knees at his feet.

"But you have to want to receive it from me. You have to reach out to
me, and trust me... trust in me. My love... my protection... my
respect for who you are. And you must promise me, a sacred vow... that
this will never happen again. That you will never hide from me, or
shut me out or keep yourself from me as you have. Because I can't live
like that. Not any more. You have to want me as I have always wanted
you. It has to be your choice. Just as it has always been... you have
to decide... what do you want."

The man stared coldly at them, measuring, judging, weighing them from
some sterile place where all that he had just heard were merely words.

"Bravo" he said quietly. "So, slut... what's it to be. Do you want
what I can give you... the pleasure I can make you feel... drown you
in.... or.... this." He cast his eyes around the room, a hint of a
sneer in his lips, before turning back to her, to wait in silence.

Debra drew in a deep breath and heaved a sigh that sprinkled her tears
onto the floor before her.

"I'm so tired" she whispered, her body slumping slightly, head
sagging, as if in defeat.

"What do you want, Debra" Ralph repeated quietly.

"Home" she whispered. "I want to come home."

Ralph nodded and reached for the collar, quickly unbuckling it, even
as Donna, a triumphant sneer on her lips, strolled from the doorway,
knelt behind Debra and began to undo the restraints. Quickly they came
free of her body which sagged against Ralphs enfolding arms. He
reached to gently stroke her hair, a pair of sinners nestled together,
enduring a shared hurt and relief at the ending of a nightmare, and a
mutual awakening.

Donna rose, stopped in front of where the man sat, raised the
restraints and turned her hand over to examine them.

"Still using the same ones, I see" she said, coolly. "Too bad you can
never keep them filled."

She flipped them casually, allowing them to tumble into his lap. She
turned to where Melissa knelt, unmoving.

"Pet?" she said quietly.

Melissa rose and turned to face her, regal yet respectful.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Take our things to the car, would you, love?"

Melissa moved smoothly across the room, scooped up the already packed
and waiting canvas bag, fitted the long strap over her shoulder and
turned to where Ralph sat, cradling Debra.

"Good bye, Sir. I hope I see you soon again."

Ralph smiled, blinking back his own tears and nodded. Melissa moved
from the room. Donna gazed down at Ralph, feeling the pride and
happiness well up in her, then moved to kneel beside the couple.

"You going to be all right?" she asked quietly.

Ralph looked at her, the smile now wan yet hopeful.

"I'll let you know" he choked.

Donna nodded, leaned to kiss his cheek chastely and rose turning back
to where the man was gathering the now abandoned restraints in his
hands.

"I'll see you out" she said. "It's the least I can do."

The man looked at her, his expression containing just the hint of
suspicion, but then he nodded and rose, turning as if to speak to
Debra. Donnas hand shot out and fixed on his elbow, causing him to
turn back to her, for once genuinely startled. Slowly, with an
unspoken threat, she shook her head. The man stiffened, affronted, the
color beginning to rise in his cheeks, but then it quickly passed and
he relaxed, his shoulders moving in the barest of shrugs, the limit of
his expressions of human feeling, turned and moved from the room.

"Good bye, slut" he said, just before passing through the doorway, but
it was is if he had not spoken. Ralph sat, his arms around his wife,
cradling her between his legs and gently stroking her hair.

Outside Donna closed the front door behind them as the man stopped and
turned to her.

"Why do I keep allowing you to interfere" he said, his voice twinged
with genuine wonder. "I should just cut you out and be done with all
your meddling."

She turned to him, glowing, smiling, savoring.

"Oh, you'll never do that. What fun would it be for you? Besides, you
need me."

"You think so" he said, his voice suddenly cold.

"Absolutely" she said. "I'm the only thing that keeps your soul from
dying. And I'm the only real friend you've got."

He stared at her, measuring her, then sighed.

"Well" he said, the merest touch of petulance in his tone "you needn't
look so happy about it. For a moment there... I honestly thought she
might be the one..."

Donna erupted in a barking laugh.

"Oh please..." she said.

"What" he said, turning cold once more "is so funny."

"You" she replied. "You're funny. You are the most callous, ruthless,
selfish, petty son of a bitch I've ever met in my life."

"And that amuses you?" he asked, evenly.

"No. What amuses me is knowing you'll always be a lonely son of a
bitch. Because it's what you deserve."

He sighed and nodded slowly, conceding the set, the game and the
match... this time. Then he gathered himself and walked slowly toward
where their cars were parked in the driveway.

"I'm having a party on Thursday. Are you coming?"

She smiled, wide and mellow and rich with satisfaction.

"Darling.. I wouldn't miss it for the world..."


Debra slept late that night and on into Sunday. Ralph tucked her in,
after carefully removing and tossing the jewels that adorned her body
into the trash. They did not please him. He would have to see about
the tattoo, but that was for later. For now she needed to rest and
peace and all of the attention he ached to provide her. It would be a
long time before her body was once again worked and driven and made to
respond with flaring fires of lust and heat, but when was, he would do
it himself, and it would be done with love and then she would see what
lay beyond the place her flesh could take her. The place he longed to
share with her.

On Monday they rose and dressed, went out into the world. They bought
groceries, and went for a long walk. They held hands, and smiled shyly
at one another... and laughed... and nudged, playfully... and
talked... and cried... and held... and slowly, step by delicate, eager
step... began, once more, to fall in love.

END


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