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"Elysium"
[ Mf / Ff / ff / Md ]
[ ds / ft / mc ]
- by JuJube & blankpage -
< jujube578@hotmail.com >
< yuri-g@sprain.com >
NOTES & DISCLAIMER
(by JuJube)
If you are under 18 or easily offended by literary portrayals of sexuality,
then click on another note. (In fact, click out of the newsgroup -- you
don't belong here.) Also, if you are horny and looking for a quick fuck
story, click somewhere else too. This story is intended for mature adults
with a patient and open-minded, if not romantic mindset.
With that in mind, enjoy the story. It was a collaboration between me and
a good friend of mine, who should be known as blankpage. He came up with
the storyline, and I really think it's a beautiful one. Send praises to both
of us, I think he would like to hear it.
This story copyright (c) 1999 to JuJube and blankpage. It may be reprinted,
as long as the entire text, including this disclaimer and the postscript, is
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- * -
Slowly, Amy came to. She realized that she was nude. This did not bother
her. She also noticed that she was submerged in water up to her navel.
This did not bother her either. What bugged Amy was that she had difficulty
remembering what happened and how she had come to be here.
Amy was being washed off, cleaned, stroked with wet cloths and sponges with
special attention. She remembered something like this happening before; it
seemed like so long ago. But it was in the past... Right now, she was being
washed.
Memories, visions of the past, flew in Amy's mind but were just out of reach,
like when one has the answer at the tip of their tongue. These thoughts
did not matter before, but now, Amy tried to gain control of herself, and
became more aware.
Amy slowly became conscious of her surroundings. She could see that she had
been in a pool, and now a slave girl was drying her off. 'Slave girl... where
did that come from,' she thought. But her mind was still swimming with warm
feelings.
A woman entered the room, a full-figured raven-haired beauty. Amy felt a
sense of deja vu come over her as she saw her. The girl knelt before the
woman and said, "This girl is happy to report, Mistress, that the new slave
has been cleaned off and ready to be clothed and presented to her Master."
The woman smiled at Amy and then at the girl who had cleaned her. "Excellent
job, little one. You may leave." The girl smiled and rose off her knees,
giving a little curtsy before she left.
The woman then walked up to Amy and stroked her cheek. "Do you know why
you're here, Amy?"
Amy's dazed mind could barely even think. She shook her head no.
"Do you remember the car crash?"
Amy's eyes widened as she remembered driving home one night, and getting
sideswiped by that drunk driver and dumped into the street... She remembered
that it hurt like hell, but she couldn't actually remember the pain.
"Yes..." she whispered.
"We saved your life, Amy. Your life could have ended there, but we saved
you."
Memories started coming back to her. Amy remembered people standing over
her in the street. They picked her up and helped her. They were so kind.
They helped her forget about her pain, like it had never happened...
The woman noticed the glimmer of recognition in Amy's eyes. "You remember,"
she said. "Then you must also remember that in gratitude, you agreed to
serve the Man who saved you... your Master."
The color drained from Amy's face.
"Wha- what? No! I don't! What do you mean?" She suddenly felt very nervous.
What had she gotten herself into? Her body trembled and she started to feel
ill.
"Amy, sweet Amy," the woman said, reaching down to squeeze her shoulder.
"We mean no harm to you. He wants to end your pain... forever. When you
submit to Him, you will only know pleasure."
Amy shook her head and started to cry. "But I... I don't want to be a slave.
I really don't. Please, let me go."
"Oh, Amy," the woman said with compassion in her voice. "Come." She gently
pulled Amy closer and had her cry on her shoulder. As she wept, Amy noticed
something familiar... something that She was wearing. It was an amulet... a
beautiful ruby in the shape of a heart. Even through her tears, Amy's eyes
became transfixed on the heart, and her body started to calm. Soon, she
had forgotten why she was sad.
Amy looked into the eyes of her Mistress who had been so caring to her.
She started to remember more. She remembered being so weary of the world, so
tired of making decisions, so much pain from heartbreak. The thought of
letting your outside cares go away and focus totally on making someone happy
was exciting to her. She wanted and desired it, and her Mistress, who was
the most beloved Slave of Her Master, was going to help her.
Amy started to slip into the peaceful, dreamy state she had come to know and
love. Her Mistress took her hand and led her into another room... a dressing
room. Amy saw herself in the mirror. She was not the same woman she once
was. Amy was very beautiful. Her Mistress had told her that her body now
reflected the inner beauty of her soul.
As the slave girls powdered and pampered her in preparation for her first
visit with her Master, Amy's Mistress stroked the heart amulet, and it once
again weaved its magic spell over her empty and open mind. As Amy's
consciousness started to slip away, she heard the soft and gentle voice of
her Mistress, guiding her and advising her... for her time of submission was
coming.
- * -
Amy's head swam. Her memories were fuzzy, and she wasn't sure where she was.
She blinked and opened her eyes, and a smell immediately came to her nose. It
smelled like mild incense, and the scent caused Amy to relax. She smiled idly
as she took in more of the scent, and as she did, a strange silky material ran
across her lips. It was very gentle but it also tickled her nerves ever so
slightly. Amy realized that her mouth, as well as the top of her head, was
wrapped in a veil. Her eyes were also covered, but the veil became
translucent there, and she could see a bit of her surroundings.
Amy was in a room filled with pillows, silken blankets and comforters, and
other assorted soft items. It resembled a budoir, except that there was no
bed and that a man was in it...
A man?! Amy could see through the veils the shape of a man, watching her.
Her body tingled with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, and she
vaguely recalled some of her past. Was this the one who was to be her...
Master? Panic set into Amy. She wanted to run, but she found herself stuck,
like a rabbit in headlights.
Then she heard something. A rhythmic thumping. Like... a drumbeat. Amy
could hear music. And, before she knew what was happening, her body responded.
As if controlled by an outside force, Amy started to sway to the rhythm.
As she did, she felt tingles on her bosom and on her legs. It didn't take
long for Amy to conclude that her breasts and legs were covered with the
same silken material as the veil that covered her face. She tried to look
at herself, but then she heard strings in the music, and her eyes snapped
shut.
The drumbeat quickened, and Amy felt her arms come together ever so slowly to
meet at her bare midriff. Then, she carefully brought her hands up, up over
her head, her arms filled with the sensation of softness as they passed over
her top. As the drums crescendoed, she raised herself up off the ground by
her toes. Amy noticed here a softness of a different sort on her feet,
comforting instead of enticing, like cotton on her soles. Her hands were over
her head by now, and she was still reaching higher as the drums reached their
height...
And just then, a loud and forceful beat brought Amy down. Her arms flew down
to her sides, her feet were brought down from tiptoes, and her breasts
shook within her silky top. As she did, the silk fabric in the top tickled
at her bosom, and Amy could feel her body respond. She opened her eyes and
looked at the man, who shifted positions and observed silently.
Then the music started again, with a slow and langurous tempo. Again, Amy
responded without being in control. Her eyes flittered shut once more, and
her hands moved to her bare stomach and started to stroke it. They moved in
and out and all around to the rhythm and melody of the dream-like music. Amy
caught a sigh of pleasure in her throat before it escaped. Her belly had
always been very sensitive. But she didn't want to let anyone know she was
enjoying this...
Her arms, out of Amy's control, reached up to her shoulders and she started
to hug herself gently, pushing her bosom up as she did so. Then, Amy's body
relaxed, leaving her breasts to drop and nestle back into their silken
containers. As she did this, the silk teased her flesh, and to Amy's shock
and surprise, her breasts began to rise and grow hard!
Amy wanted to cry, or perhaps to run and hide. But she couldn't deny that
a small part of her liked this. As the music started to descend into low
notes, Amy knelt slightly and caressed her legs, finding silkiness there.
Then, as the music rose, she lifted her hips upward, drawing them away from
the man who was watching her, her arms rising up from her legs to her tummy.
Then, as the strains of a slide guitar swept over the music, Amy's hips
involuntarily thrust downward, and that's when she received her biggest
surprise of all.
The harem pants that Amy wore had an extra, unusual element to them; attached
to the band, spanning right through the middle in the crotch area, was an
extra-silky piece of cloth. It seemed custom-fitted to Amy, because the scarf
fit snugly around her body, and as she soon discovered when she thrust her
hips, the material contained thousands of tiny soft little fingers, that
would very lightly tickle her womanhood with every thrust, gyration or swerve
of her hips. Amy almost gasped in pleasure as she felt those ultra silky
digits caress her lips, but her throat seemed to close up just when the moan
entered her throat, not allowing it to escape.
Amy realized what was going on - she was going to be driven wild with lust!
Indeed, the music had already commanded her hips to draw back, and now her
arms slid over her body, her hands joined behind her back as she prepared for
the tickle. However, this time, the slide did not come, and Amy stretched,
feeling cool air lick at her stomach. But then, as Amy dropped her guard
ever so slightly, the guitar slid in, and her hips flew downward of their
own volition, and the scarf gently tantalized Amy's captive sex. Her
breasts were also tickled by the fabric of their top. Amy caught the moan
she could feel coming.
And so it went for poor Amy, forced to sway her hips and shake her belly in
a seductive dance for her future Master. And the dance was seducing her, too,
for with each swing of the hips the scarf between her legs would ever so
gently lick at her crotch. After some time of this, Amy could feel sweat
start to form, and she felt a dampness in the scarf. She had never felt more
violated... or more aroused... and still, the music played on...
Throughout all her time of dancing, Amy was able to hide her growing heat as
best she could. She held back moans, sighs, and other expressions of her
pleasure. But they were welling up, deep inside her, as her gentle teasing
continued. With each soft silky lick at her slowly swelling lips, or tickling
touch to her hardened bosom, Amy was finding it harder and harder to keep
quiet. But as the music became vibrato, and Amy's hips started to gyrate,
she could keep it a secret no longer.
"Ohhhhh......" Amy's long, drawn out moan seemed to spread across her body
and ignite her pent-up arousal. Amy drew her arms up to her breasts and
felt up the material, pressing it to her firm bosom, before caressing her
neck in earnest. She had regained some control of her body. Amy could feel
a thread on the back of her neck and realized that she had been wearing a
necklace. She touched it with her hands and rubbed downwards, swiveling her
hips towards the Man who was watching her and cried out in lust again.
"Mmmmmm...."
The music picked up tempo and Amy moved her hips quicker, but the scarf would
not allow for anything firmer than the gentle thrills that its silk provided.
She felt the air turn cooler from the sheen of sweat that had developed on her
body, and her passion was starting to heat up. Amy looked at the Man who
was still watching her intently, rubbing His hand idly up and down a pillow...
Amy didn't care if He was watching - she was getting so hot and needed
release. She reached her arms down (in an unconsciously seductive manner)
and attempted to slip her hands into her harem pants. But when she got
close, she lost control of her arms, which went back up and rubbed her belly.
Also, her hips shook a bit more, increasing the tickling sensation in her
sex, seemingly as punishment for the attempt.
The scarf between her legs was now undeniably wet. The lubrication that the
wetness provided caused the silk to now slide across Amy's inflamed lips.
This caused the tickling sensations to move and arouse Amy further, but
would not touch hard enough to push her over the edge. She felt the fabric
slide across a very sensitive spot on her rear, and a smile was brought to
her lips. Another brush, and Amy let out a giggle. "Hehehe... ohhhhh..."
Amy became frustrated. The gentle, soft massage on her lips was so erotic,
but lacked the firmness needed to bring the relief of an orgasm. "Aaaaahhh!"
She cried out again. The music swelled, and her sensous swerve quickened,
and so did her erotic torment. Her eyes opened and she looked at the Man
who was observing her. But He wasn't moving towards her at all...
"Oooooh..." Amy cooed helplessly as silk brushed on her erect nipple. She
knew that to climax, she had to submit and accept Him as her Master. But Amy
had a strong will, and it hadn't been broken yet. She again tried to touch
herself, but was again diverted. Now, Amy's knees bent involuntarily, and
her hips started to thrust downward, as the music grew in height, swelling
to a climactic finish. A dash of hope came back to her. Perhaps her orgasm
would come with the music's peak?
Again, Amy gazed at the Man who was watching her. Her entire body was aflame
with teasing pleasure, her womanhood a raging inferno. But still He did
nothing. She glared at Him. Why don't you fuck me?, she wanted to scream.
But her mouth was silent except for a soft moan. And when she saw His
response, she was shocked...
A tear was rolling down His cheek! But why? He could take her right now,
fuck her brains out, end her suffering! What was he waiting for? The answer
came to her almost as if someone else was telling her: He was awaiting her
permission. Amy realized that He was shifting position to hide His own
arousal, and that her dance was as erotic to Him as it was to her... she had
forgotten her purpose in her dance. He would never take her... unless she
offered herself to Him.
Amy melted.
As the music came to a finish, she dropped to her knees. She removed the
necklace and, lowering her head, raised it up to Him. Her mouth opened, and
somehow Amy knew what to say. Her voice quaking with a mix of passion and
anxiousness, she spoke:
"This girl humbly offers this necklace to You. It represents her heart and
mind, her body and soul."
Amy forgot about her arousal. It was unimportant. It no longer mattered
to her. She was anxious and just a little scared, knowing the seriousness of
her offer. Amy went on:
"It is all this girl has to offer You, for You have saved her life. She has
nothing save this."
She dared not look at Him, embarassed for having so wantonly teased Him. She
felt Him take the necklace from her submissive hands, and her heart quaked.
And when she heard His voice, a thrill shot through her entire body.
"I accept your gift," he said. Then he kissed the necklace lovingly, and
returned it to Amy's neck. "And offer it back to you."
Amy felt a soft but strong hand caress her cheek. Hesitantly, she looked
up ever so slightly at Him. What did this mean?
"And now," He said. "With your heart and mind clear... I humbly, as a mere
man, ask for your submission... the sweetest and most beautiful gift a girl
can offer."
Amy looked up at that Man, moving a damp strand of hair away from her veil.
Instead of keeping her offer, which had been driven by lust, or rejecting it,
He took it and returned it. It was the good thing to do, for He knew that
Amy's mind was unclear. Amy understood. The dance was not meant for her.
It was meant to entice Him, as an offering of her beauty and grace. She
felt a tenderness for the Man blossom and grow, and as she looked into His
eyes, she knew that her heart belonged to him. Now, she had to offer the rest
of her.
"I am yours, Master," Amy said, slowly, deliberately, meaning every word.
She had never felt happier.
- * -
Amy looked up at her Master with tender eyes. She was His slave now. This
knowledge, instead of disheartening her as she had thought not long ago, was
exhilirating, especially because of the endearing thing He had done for her.
It was not necessary. He could have taken her when she fell to her knees,
but instead He showed respect for His servant by allowing her to choose.
She felt a tug at the back of her head. Her Master was removing the veil;
He wanted to look at the full beauty of His slave. Her eyes twinkled as the
mask came off, and despite herself, she wore a lovely smile. And now, for
the first time, Amy could see her Master's eyes - deep, grey... and loving.
So very loving... it seemed to pour out of His eyes like light covering
her.
He smiled warmly and ran a finger through her brown hair, limp and damp but
nonetheless lovely. "You are beautiful," He said. "Were you told about your
beauty?"
"Yes, Love," Amy said. "A girl's beauty is but a reflection of her inner
self." Her voice seemed infinitely softer and more docile, but gained
a quality of contentment.
"Yes," He said, now stroking her cheek. "you are a wonderful girl." His
Voice was less than dominating at first glance - He sounded humble and
genteel. But it carried a tone of respect, almost reverence, to His new
slave, and it made Amy feel warm, safe and loved.
"Thank You," she said. "Might this one say that You are wonderful as well."
Amy blushed at her forwardness.
Her Master took her hand. She felt like she would swoon. "Come," He said.
"Hold me."
He reclined against some pillows. Amy crawled to where He was, her heart
racing. She put her head on His chest and put her arms around Him, feeling
Him embrace her in turn. She sighed softly, happily, taking in His scent
and wrapping a leg around his, touching it with her socked foot. As she
did, she felt familiar tickles on her sex, and was reminded of the fire in
her slave heat.
Amy thought, `Maybe he will fu... f...' She lost the word. The word was
right there, but then it vanished and she couldn't think of it - like the
word was gone from her vocabulary. But she was so hot. She wanted... she
wanted... to be made love to. That was it. Amy cooed as she pressed closer
to Him. Containing her passion was a difficult task, but she could do it.
She had to wait for Him.
In the meantime, He stroked her hair and back. His touch was magic to Amy.
It was pleasant and relaxing, exciting and soothing. It was all of those
things. She scooted up to Him and looked in His eyes... His eyes... when
she looked in those, she got the funniest of feelings. Her head felt like
a balloon flying away. Her entire being melted like butter, and Amy became
so weak. His lips brushed against hers in an almost kiss, then pressed
into them.
Amy felt like her soul was soaring as He kissed her... delicately, gently
and yet with undeniable passion. She returned the kiss with fiery love, her
body tingling with erotic energy. Her Master's strong arms moved her gently
down upon the pillows, and they continued to kiss.
"Mmmmmm..." Amy sighed out loud, her body wiggling underneath His. Her pussy
throbbed with deep, wet need, and she grunted, feeling those silks continue
their erotic torture upon her sex. Opening her eyes, she gazed deeply into
her Master's, hoping to communicate her intense desire. And then she felt
a tug at those harem pants, and realized that he was going to take them off.
With a little assistance from Amy, the pants came off. She moaned loudly
when her womanhood became exposed. "Ohhhhhh!" The silk was slightly stuck
upon them, and pulling the silk off felt sooo good to Amy. She felt so dizzy
that she almost didn't notice her top coming off as well. The socks on her
feet remained, and she felt an idea go through her mind... perhaps he liked
her in them?
She didn't have much time for thought. Her Master's lips touched her breasts,
and Amy came apart, moaning and sighing lustfully, holding and pressing him
closer in a delightful mix of passion and love. She arched her back and
pressed against Him, lost in a sea of desire, wanting His touch on her soft
body. A nipple slipped into her Master's mouth, and she started to weep,
so strong was her heat. Strong hands joined his lips, and Amy could do
nothing but beg for more.
After some time of this, her Master stopped pleasuring her breast, and moved
on top of her, looking at her through loving eyes. It was clear what He
wanted. Amy wrapped her legs around her Master and Lover and held Him
close, and she moaned loudly as His manhood entered her. Amy's sex was very
wet and very relaxed, and almost sucked Him all the way inside of her. She
gave Him a passionate kiss as they made love.
Her climax came shortly after, Amy closing her eyes and screaming out loudly
as wave after wave of intense ecstasy poured through her body. She held onto
Him for dear life and babbled her love as He continued his lavish lovemaking,
kissing her softly and riding her body. They rolled around in the softness
of their surroundings and played with their bodies. Orgasms came quickly
and often for sweet Amy, who adored the feeling of Him inside her, filling
her with love and fitting her so perfectly.
It seemed like hours, days even, before the two tired out. Amy's Master
stroked her hair and nuzzled her naked body, and she laid her head on His
soft and comfy chest. A delicious tiredness came over her. She was happy
now, completely satisfied and content to submit to her wonderful Master.
However, deep down inside she knew she would never return to where she came
from. Amy closed her eyes and thought of the people she would leave behind.
She thought of all the new friends she would make - her sisters and her
Mistress.
Amy opened her eyes and kissed her Master on the chest. He held her close
and whispered loving things into her ear. Amy sighed in bliss.
She was in heaven...
- * -
Thomas Melbourne leaned against the bridge and stared out into the vast ocean.
The cool sea air combined with the setting sun made it very cold, hence
Thomas' black gloves. He could see out into forever, it seemed. This was his
favorite place to just stand and think about life. It kept him in
perspective.
Thomas felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Shari, an old friend,
smiling at him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked.
"I was thinking of Amy," he replied.
"Oh," she said. "Are you still sad?"
"Actually," Thomas said, "I'm not that sad." His voice faltered slightly.
"I feel bad that Amy is gone. But for a while now I have been getting some
strange vibes." He paused to look out into the sea. "Don't ask me how...
but I know that Amy is safe. And that she's happy."
Shari leaned against the bridge with Thomas, getting a little closer to
him. "You know what, Tom? I've been getting the same feelings. Amy was
such a sweet woman, and the way she was taken from us was just tragic.
I suppose it makes sense to feel that way."
"No," Thomas replied. "It's not wishful thinking. I... I don't know how
I know. I just know."
"Me too," Shari said. "We never knew Amy that well, but she was so kind.
Always there for you. She deserved a better life." Shari leaned against
Thomas' shoulder and sighed. "There is a heaven for people like her...
I'm sure of it."
"Me too," Thomas agreed. "Me too."
And there the two stood, watching the sunset and pondering life's
significance.
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"If you have to go, don't say goodbye.
If you have to go, don't you cry.
If you have to go, I will get by.
Someday I'll follow you and see you on the other side."
- The Smashing Pumpkins, "To Martha"
(used w/o permission)
< THE END >
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