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"From Whose Bourne ... Lilith"

Copyright 1999 by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas.  May
not be copied or posted without permission.

The following is the first of twin stories,
Siamese twins, perhaps, or a single story told from
two different points of view.  Read them as a literary
experiment.

Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com or
treygallant@netscape.net

The characters and situations depicted are purely the
figment of the authors' imaginations, and any
resemblance to any real persons living or dead (or
undead, for that matter) is purely coincidental.

The method of induction used in this story is based on
ones which appear in some stories by "Homer Vargas,"
and the outline, pattern and even some of the wording
is used.  Neither of us have any idea, nor any way of
knowing if it would actually work, and we accept no
responsibility for any failure or success or
consequences of any person's trying this.  It is a
fantasy, folks!


Story 1 "From whose bourne no traveler returns..."
by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas

The rain lashed the windshield.  Carl cursed as the
engine began running rough.  "Damn it, car, don't DO
this to me!"  Ever since he had gotten that bad tank
of gas, contaminated with water and rust, his fuel
lines had been clogging at unpredictable intervals.
He peered through the sheets of falling water as the
motor began to miss, looking for a place he could pull
off the road.  Less than 20 miles from the city, but
there seemed to be no sign of civilization along the
two-lane rural road.  Wait.  There was an entrance
drive!  He turned into the drive just as the car died,
and coasted to a stop at the side of the pavement.

Carl sighed in frustration.  The house was set back a
long way from the road, and it was raining like a
sonofagun.  But there was no help for it, it was
useless to wait here.  He could only hope that the
people in the stately home on the hill would let him
in to call the auto club. He was going to get soaked
as it was just walking up the drive.

He was completely drenched and chilled to the bone by
the time he rang the doorbell.  Even if he hadn't
been, the vision which greeted his eyes as the door
opened would have left him speechless.  She was tall
and slender, yet voluptuously curved.  She looked as
if she had stepped out of a Milt Cantif illustration
from 1940;  the Dragon Lady from Terry and the
Pirates, perhaps.  She was fair, almost pale skinned,
but with raven hair and dark mysterious eyes.  She
wore a black satin night gown, floor length, with a
black satin robe, open down the front.  Her hair was
arranged in a manner not fashionable for fifty years,
yet somehow entirely appropriate for her.  She wore no
lipstick, but her eyes were heavily made up, and her
brows plucked to thin arches.  He did a double take;
her eyes were not made up:  they had the appearance
naturally that other women tried to imitate with
makeup.

"Yes?" she said, after a pause.  Carl came to himself
with a start. He must have been staring at her for
several seconds.  She smiled with amusement.

"My car broke down."  He gestured towards the gate of
her drive, not sure if she could see it through the
storm.  "I wonder if I could use your 'phone to call
the auto club?"

"They warn us that a single woman alone should not let
a strange man into her house," she replied in a
teasing tone.  "And the traveler in distress is the
most transparent ploy..."  She had the hint of an
accent, mysterious and unidentifiable.  She didn't
look in the least bit apprehensive.

"Yes, ma'am.  This whole situation is right out of a
B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then?
Here is my membership card with my member number.
Tell them I'll wait for them in my car.  It's a
gray..."

"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle
impatiently.  "I am in no danger from you, but you are
likely to catch your death if you stand out in the
rain any longer!"  She stepped aside and opened the
door fully.

Carl did not hesitate, but quickly entered, glad to
get out of the cold and wet.  He found himself in an
entrance hall, with a gleaming white tiled kitchen off
to his left, and a living room/parlor before him.  A
darkened hall led off to the right.  The living room
was furnished in white:  deep carpets, plush
overstuffed furniture.  A fire burned in a white brick
fireplace.  Music was playing softly on a stereo
system with powerful speakers;  although the volume
was low, he could feel the bass line.

"You cannot stand there dripping on my carpet.  Go
into the kitchen and remove those wet things.  I will
bring you something to wear."  She disappeared down
the dark hall.  Carl gratefully went into the kitchen,
took off his coat and draped it over a chair.  He
removed his shoes, then hesitated.  Someone, it had to
be his hostess, tossed him a large, fluffy towel
through the kitchen door.  She laughed, "Go on!  Get
undressed!  I will not look.  Dry off!"

Carl blushed, but disrobed and dried himself.  Then he
wrapped the towel around his body.  It was almost big
enough to serve as a toga. Just as he was finished
tucking the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place,
the mysterious beauty returned with a white terry
cloth kimono. Coincidence?  Or had she been watching,
discretely?  "Here," she said, not unsympathetically,
handing him the robe.  "Put this on.  I will make you
some tea and join you in the living room."

He donned the robe, and went into other room.  While
he was in the kitchen, the lights had been turned
down, and the music had changed to something soft and
dreamy, vaguely oriental sounding, very quiet but with
a slow, pulsing bass.  "Sit down and make yourself
comfortable," his hostess called from the kitchen.  "I
have turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of
your body."

Carl sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions
of the over stuffed couch with a sigh.  The warmth of
the room and the sensuous feel of the velvety pile
coaxed him into relaxing.  He put his head back,
heeding the music's invitation to let go.

He must have closed his eyes for a moment, because the
next thing he knew, his hostess was sitting beside
him, one leg curled up under her so she was facing
him.  She held a faintly steaming mug, which she
handed him with a smile.  "Comfortable?  Good.  I want
you to feel comfortable. Here, drink this."

He swallowed a gulp of the fluid, a herbal tea he
judged by taste, somewhere between hot and warm.
Almost immediately he felt its soothing effect spread
through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the
drenching he had gotten.  He glanced at the woman over
the rim.  Her robe was open, and flowed behind her.
The skirt of her gown was slit to the hip, and she was
sitting in a posture that appeared calculated to open
it and display her smooth, shapely legs.  The neckline
of the black satin gown was disconcertingly low, and
contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom.  He
realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her
face.  She saw his confusion, and smiled.

"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet
amusement.  "Finish your tea.  Relax.  I want you to
feel comfortable."

"I didn't mean to stare," he stammered, then sipped
more of the herbal brew to cover his embarrassment.

"It really is all right," she stated.  "I want you to
feel comfortable looking at me.  Relax and feel free
to look at me."

Carl blushed furiously.  To put the best face on his
confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically.  She
laughed musically and placed one hand on his thigh.

"No, truly!  I would not dress like this unless I
wanted men to look at me.  I like having men look at
me.  I like having you look at me." She smiled and
leaned her face in her other hand, resting that elbow
on the back of the couch.  She gazed steadily into his
eyes as she continued speaking.  "You do enjoy looking
at my breasts, do you not?"  She did not remove her
hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards
his crotch.

"Er...yes, yes I admit I do," Carl replied nervously.

"Yes," she repeated with mock coyness.  "I can tell
you do," she went on, letting her fingers trail across
his groin.  "I believe looking at my cleavage is
getting you turned on.  Do not be embarrassed. It
happens all the time when I show men my breasts.  I
like it when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom.
I like it even better when he peeks up my skirt as you
are doing.  What is your name?" she said, abruptly
changing the subject.

"Ah...huh?  Oh, Carl." he stammered.  "My name is
Carl...."

"Carl." she interrupted.  "That's a nice name, a
comfortable name. You are comfortable here with me,
aren't you, Carl?"  She slipped her hand inside the
robe he was wearing and grazed her fingertips down his
bare thigh.

"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, trying not to show
just how disconcerted he really was.  He tried to meet
her eyes, but her gaze was so intense, and the pull of
her low neckline was so strong, that he kept looking
down into the shadowed cleft between her creamy
breasts.

"You are not telling me the truth," she smiled.
"Relax, Carl. Like most men, you are a little bit
afraid of me.  I am a mysterious, sexy woman and I am
wearing clothes that are designed to make you look at
me. I think this negligee with its low neckline
intimidates you.  Perhaps you are worried that I might
seduce you and take advantage of you.  After all, the
lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy.  We are all
alone with no one to see what I am doing to you.  I
could caress you and you would become hopelessly
aroused."  Her palm rested warmly against the inside
of his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in
little circles, barely touching his skin.  "Are you
nervous because I could make you have sex with me
against your will?"

"Yes...," Carl answered abstractedly, his eyes and
mind elsewhere.

"Well, you are right to be concerned.  It would be
easy, so very easy to manipulate your mind to take
advantage of you.  But do not worry, Carl. Relax.  I
never make love to a man against his will.  I do not
take a man until I have gotten him very, very willing.
If I fuck you, I will make sure you really want it
first.  So make yourself comfortable, and just put
those fears out of your mind."

"All right...," he murmured compliantly, even though
some portion of his mind knew that he should not.

"I will help you to forget your fears.  Just relax.
You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist
and unfastened the robe.  She smiled a little, twisted
smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his
lap.  She began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch.
"We will just talk.  You can tell me anything, and
listen carefully to everything I say."

"Uh, ma'am.  You shouldn't... Please don't do that!"

"Why?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she
replied.  "Do you not like my hand there?  Doing
this?"

"Aahh...yes.  But it is getting me aroused!"

"I know.  That is the point.  Your manhood is already
growing so big and strong!  You are experiencing a
surge of sexual energy."

 "But..."

"Do not fight it.  It is for your own good, Carl.  You
must be completely open with me.  Open to me.  I want
you aroused.  Getting a man aroused makes him docile
and obedient.  Does not my playing with your penis
make you feel like doing anything I tell you?"

"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Carl sighed.

"Good.  Very good.  Now close your eyes and tell me
everything about yourself," she commanded.

"Oh, yes, Ma'am," Carl murmured as her hand on his
cock slowly put him in a pleasant, dreamy mood.  His
eyelids drifted shut.  He heard her voice, as if from
far away, asking him questions:  his name, where he
lived, his friends and family, his job....  He heard
his voice answering. Eventually, exactly what she
asked and what he replied became confused,
meaningless.  It became unimportant, impossible to
follow anyhow in the hazy sensual fog that seemed to
surround him, permeate him.  Finally, he heard her say
"Open your eyes, carl."  It was odd, but somehow he
could HEAR the lower case initial letter, turning his
name into a diminutive.

Reluctantly, he let his eyes flutter open.  She was
sitting as before, gazing intently into his face from
up close.  Her perfume was a fragrant cloud enveloping
him, making his head swim.  He barely noticed that his
robe was completely open, and the towel unwrapped.  He
did notice a curious lassitude.  He could barely move.
His head felt light and his body felt heavy and
floating at the same time.

"What happened, Ma'am?" he asked.  "And what IS your
name?  I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."

"You can call me Lilith, for now," she replied.  "And
what happened is what is continuing to happen, what I
am going to continue to do." She continued to caress
his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and
erect.

"What are you doing to me, Lilith?" he pleaded,
feeling helpless and confused.

"Do you not know, carl?  You Americans have forgotten
so much history and folk lore.  It makes you so
vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of."  She smiled
triumphantly.  Her teeth were very white, and her lips
had become rosy and full.  Not lipstick, he saw;  her
lips had changed color while he was...while his eyes
were closed.  "To begin with, I drugged you.  The tea
of course.  You really should not accept food or drink
from strangers, you know."  He struggled to sit up;
it was extraordinarily difficult, he was so dizzy.
She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare
chest, easily pushing him back down.  She began to
play with his nipples.  "And then I aroused you, as I
am still doing, and cast a spell over you so.  You
would say I hypnotized you."

"But why?" Carl gasped.

"Why?"  Lilith tossed her hair back.  "Because I can.
Because I feed off the sexual energy of men who are
careless enough to let me seduce them.  Do you know
what a succubus is?"  She slipped off her robe,
leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush
body.

"Some kind of demon of lust," Carl answered,
struggling to comprehend and resist what was going on.

"That is the medieval definition," Lilith responded
scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you.
According to your Prof. Gould, our two kinds must even
have had a common ancestor in the distant past;  I
could even have your child.  We will have sex."  She
smiled wickedly.  "That is how I feed, you know.  I
will arouse you until you cannot resist me, and then I
will take you, and drain all that excess sexual power
that I need. If I had not told you, you would not have
noticed.  You would just have a hazy memory of having
enjoyed some amazing sex.  Of course, you would have
been completely exhausted for a week or more, but you
would have recovered, none the wiser."

"Why are you telling me this, then?" Carl said.  A
chilling suspicion began to grow in the back of his
mind.

"I need to draw on a man's sexual energy at frequent,
regular intervals.  Until he passed away, I had a
slave who gave it to me several times a month.  Since
then, I have not been able to get it nearly often
enough.  It is dangerous to pick up a new lover every
week.  There are too many diseases out there now.  And
it is so hard to get good help these days.  It takes a
staff to run a house like this, you know."  She ran
her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly.  "Now
let me have my way with you.  I will make you enjoy it
so much that after only one night with me, you will
become my private servant and devoted lover.  You have
what I need, and now I have you, carl.  And I am going
to make sure you enjoy serving and feeding me."

"Lilith!" he protested.  "You can't do...I won't..."

"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking ahold
of his cock again and starting to rub it more
vigorously, but deliciously.  "Do not say silly
things.  I know what I can do to you, and what I have
done to you.  I am a succubus, and I have gotten
inside your mind.  After our little chat, I understand
you completely.  I know your weaknesses and how to
take advantage of them.  I know how to turn you on,
carl, whether you want to be or not.  Like most human
men, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a
woman.  With me, you are going to get your wish."

"No, Lilith, I don't want that!" he protested.  "I
won't let you..."

"Yes, carl, domination.  Enthrallment.  I can make you
screw me any time I want you to.  And since I have not
had a man in several days, I want you now!"  She arose
from the couch in a fluid movement.  "You will watch
me closely while I remove my gown."  She shrugged her
shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor.  Her
pale flesh gleamed in the dim light.  "Seeing me naked
is arousing you intensely.  You are becoming very
excited.  Having intercourse with me is part of the
spell.  I will put you into a trance that will make
you do anything I say."

"I won't let you do that," he objected.

"Yes, you will.  I am going to use a drug on you that
will destroy your mind's defenses against my control,
and permit me to do as I wish with you.  It is a
powerful drug that will put you into a deep, deep
sleep."  She moved back to the couch and knelt beside
him.

"What drug?" Carl said skeptically.  He seemed to be
regaining some control of his speech and thoughts,
enough to know he was in serious trouble.  This woman
might not be the creature of legend she claimed to be,
but she was clearly very dangerous.  However,
voluntary control of his limbs was creeping back into
his body, as the effects of the doped tea faded.  If
he could just stall her long enough...

Lilith laughed.  "We succubae have been using it to
make men succumb for eons.  Men know and fear its
power.  It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug
that can make a man a slave to the woman who gives it
to him.  But when a female of my kind offers a dose to
a man, he cannot help taking it.  You cannot help
taking it.  You will let me give it to you." She began
stroking his penis again, with one hand, while she
caressed his face, his shoulders and chest with the
other.  "Men let us drug them because you enjoy too
much the way we administer it."  She smiled
triumphantly.

"Lilith, stop!" he pleaded.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she teased, as she
teased his cock with her supple fingers.  "We give you
the drug with our pussies, carl.  I secrete a mind
controlling hormone from between my legs.  It is
absorbed by your penis when you make love to me.  It
seeps into your blood and flows to your brain.  It
makes you do anything I say.  You will like this drug.
You love the way I drug you.  You will come back for
it often. You will have to keep coming back to me
again and again for additional doses.  Look at my
breasts!"  Her tone changed as she changed the
subject, confusing him further.  "I want you to kiss
my tits."  She flaunted her bosom inches from his
face.  He could see her nipples, proudly erect, so
close to his lips.  "Kiss them," she coaxed.  "Lick
them.  Suck on them."

 A languor arose from her hand stroking his prick and
spread through his body and mind, making further
resistance unthinkable.  She slipped one hand to the
back of his neck and drew his face to her bust.  He
moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous bosom.
His obedient mouth found her nipple.

"Ah... that is...so nice," the seductress sighed, her
voice deepening with lust and hunger.  "You do that
very well.  As I knew you would.  I am getting such a
lovely buzz on."  She moved to straddle his lap.  "I
do not do this just to feed on your energy, you know,
nor even just to enslave you.  I also have a voracious
sexual appetite."  She guided the head of his prick
between her vaginal lips.  "You have done very well.
And now I am going to give you the reward you deserve
and now long for."  It felt to him as if her nether
lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her.
"Best of all, you do not have to do a thing.  Just lie
back and let me do the work.  Feel my pussy close
around your cock.  Feel it go up and down the shaft of
your manhood.  You like it like this. Up...and down,
taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From
now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make
you love it. It is so easy, carl.  You like the way I
fuck you.  My pussy goes up...and down...up...and
down...deeper and deeper... It is so relaxing, carl.
You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the
pleasure I am giving you.  Close your eyes and let me
fuck you...fuck you..."

"No, Lilith," he protested with the last of his
strength and will. He was almost overwhelmed by the
sensual pleasure, but his instinct for self
preservation resisted this soft assault on his
autonomy.  "You're trying to hypnotize me!"

"I am not just trying, carl.  I am doing it again.  I
put you into a medium trance while we were talking
right after you came in.  I used post hypnotic
suggestion to leave you weak and easy to sexually
arouse.  Now you are going under my spell again.  Each
time I fuck you, it will get easier to take you under
my control, the control that you will come to crave.
Now be still and let me continue."

"No," he moaned vainly.

"Yes, carl.  This feels too good to resist.  You are
getting weak, sinking into my power.  You cannot stay
awake.  Close your eyes, my pet, and let me fuck you.
You are going to fall asleep in my arms, carl. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake you
will be my helpless, powerless slave.  You will forget
all about your former life.  You will not need to
think about anything but pleasing me.  Serving me,
feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, carl.
Now just relax while my cunt goes up and down on your
cock and puts you to sleep...up...and down...fucks
you...up...and down...putting you to sleep...up...and
down...deeper...up...and down...puts you to
sleep...fucks you to sleep...fucks you...to sleep..."

His consciousness narrowed to the incredible sensation
in his loins.  Her voice seemed to fade into a soft,
soothing sound in the background.  Slowly she rode him
towards an orgasm. When it came, he felt as if it were
being drawn out of him, rather than the bursting forth
he was accustomed to.  As he climaxed, he could sense
her  reaching out with her own energy field, the
immaterial part of her enveloping and absorbing his
sexual energy, his elan vital, feeding on it, as her
body fed on his cum.  Then his mind dwindled to
oblivion, like a spark dying away to darkness.

The end?
Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com com or
treygallant@netscape.net


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