ZARAH

In the Garden

One morning about a week later my bedside phone rang, very early. I was groggy, and I didn't recognize the sunny voice at first.

"James, how are you? Forgive me for bothering you so early, but something interesting has come up."

"mmmmphh..."

"James, don't you recognize my voice? This is Katherine _______, from Zarah Bradford's office."

That got my adrenaline moving! Kathy had been so much fun, and yet, so sudden and unusual...but who was I to talk about strange sex?

"Wow, Kathy, yeah! Hi! What's up?" The old master conversationalist was really in high gear now!

"You're remembering the office, aren't you?" she continued, more subdued all at once. "Zarah told me she had worked on you after that...I guess you had a good time...Zarah and I...share a lot of things, I suppose you might say."

"Yeah...Kathy, listen, my life has changed so much recently, you know? All this is real new to me, and real strange. I haven't been able to think too clearly..."

"And you don't really want to yet? I know, James, I understand. Well, maybe we'll see each other soon! Zarah will be - presiding - over a garden party this evening, and she especially wants you to come. I'll be there, and several others! It's tonight at nine. She asked me to see if you were interested."

I hesitated, events having taken on a speed I could in no way deal with. Kathy took silence for assent. She named an address in a fashionable suburb, and said, "See you there!" She hung up.

I thought about Kathy some more. I hadn't really gotten to know her at all, except for the mutual response to Zarah. The memory turned me on, and I ended up late for work! Luckily, I'm on good terms with the boss. Nobody said anything about it at the office. I kind of kept to myself in those days.

I think I avoided my feelings throughout that day, but couldn't help recollecting recent "special" events. I spent more time adjusting the recurring lumpiness in my pants than looking at maps. Luckily, no one's life was at stake in a city-planner's office ... some day though, someone might find a playground oddly located in some septic drainage area!

The day passed, and I stayed late at the office. The time drew near for me to go, and yet I found I was reluctant to turn off the lights and leave! I wasn't doing any work. I was, in fact, feeling that it was now past time to leave for the "garden party" and I was deciding I had "unfortunately" been "held up at the office," when my desk phone rang.

"Hello, James, this is Zarah. We're looking forward to seeing you tonight. Please come right over ... you know I can't wait to see you ... please come over right now, yes?"

"... I ... think I forgot the address ... "

"You remember the address quite well, I think. Tell me the address, it's right there on the tip of your tongue, come on, tell me now!"

"...7116 Tremaine Drive!" I blurted out.

"Correct, James, you are very good. Don't worry too much now, just drive on out here soon. I'll see you soon. Drive carefully, and you can see me quite soon...soon, James ..."

The line went dead.

I packed up. I got down to the car. I left the city. My car drove itself over bridges, through industrial belt, into fashionable suburbs, down tree-lined streets, into a long circular driveway.

A short, muscular AfroAmerican woman dressed in a dance leotard answered the door, and ushered me through several hallways to a small gymnasium overlooking an illuminated garden. I followed her inside.

There were exercises going on. It looked like Tai Chi, led by a smallish Filipino man in a white karate suit. He was demonstrating the slow movements to a group of folks scattered around the room. None of them stopped to greet me ... even Brenda ignored me, absorbed in her routine.

Besides Miss Bodybuilder, there were my friend Brenda, Katherine, and another woman, who flashed me a quick glance. This jogged my memory, and I remembered the redhead from Zarah's office who had . This was our hostess, who turned out to be a recently divorced socialite named Rebeccah.

Also present were a slender African-American man and Zarah, who were sitting together along one wall on a padded bench. I walked over to the pair, and was greeted warmly by Zarah, who gazed at me for a few seconds, and spoke:

"James, I just knew you wouldn't be able to resist a little mystery and excitement!"

Gesturing at her neighbor, she continued:

"I've been reinforcing Samuel here, so he's not being impolite, he just doesn't know anyone else is in the room, do you Samuel?"

The black man was not examining his fingernails as I had thought, but was watching his own diamond finger ring! He made a little murmur, and his head bobbed from side to side. Zarah raised his hand up, and his gaze followed.

"Samuel, please come back to us now ... come back and join the others."

He rose and went over to the exercise floor. He went through the motions, but in a rather dreamlike manner.

"Samuel's new to my little circle, but he's so gorgeous, and he responded so quickly at my matinee performance I decided to chance on him this evening," Zarah explained. "There's really no worry - I'm seldom wrong in sizing up my subjects - but the slight risk makes the result that much more satisfying." She turned her searchlight gaze directly on me.

"Now you, James! You are indeed a happy accident if you choose to respond, and if you don't...but I think I know you well enough! You're fit and cute, but shy, and more unsure of yourself than you like to let on. I know there's a lot of voyeur in you, and something about the power of dominance has snared your hidden self, maybe more than you know. Or maybe it's the submission part?"

I realized that this was a shrewd judge of character, and I felt as if I really had few inner secrets that she could not discern, given time. I was again kept off-balance. Her gaze was direct, knowing, unavoidable. I tried to summon up a witty or challenging retort, but her voice kept on, asking questions for which she didn't wait for answers!

"Now for this evening," Zarah said, decisively. "I will very shortly place you under my control again, in fact --" as I started with a catch in my breathing "--your trance has begun already, hasn't it? You hurried right over to me after my phone call, didn't you? If you object, just say so now, before your trance state is complete, and you may leave."

Her piercing glance acknowledged what we both knew already. I was hooked. I gulped and said nothing. Her hand caught mine, and I was led over towards the others.

Exercises over, the party moved outside into the garden area. Low lamps and a few torches gave the area a mysterious warmth and intimacy. There was a central lawn with low benches scattered about. Zarah now took "center-stage."

Her gaze pinned me, and I again felt suddenly warm, and my head buzzed. "James, you are the newest to our circle, and I know you haven't had much time to settle in ... why you haven't even changed clothes yet, have you? Phyllis will get you a very comfortable robe, and you will of course need to use the lavatory ... I know how full a bladder can feel when you are holding it in for hours ..."

Damn, I thought, I did have to pee! I looked around for a washroom door, but her voice summoned me again. I was feeling some discomfort as I hobbled over next to her, she turned me around so I faced the others and continued:

"Here now, James, you've had no relief ... no relief at all ... you might feel embarrassed about your need to pass water, but I can assure you that my influence will remove all your hesitancy. Look down here, dear, at this tiled area, see it? You're in luck, James, you're standing right over Rebeccah's little drain spot, where the floor is protected from trickles of water..."

By now I was pressing my knees tighter together, and my face felt hot, from a blush, I guess, or the instant realization that I was under her spell again.

"Yes, James, right here in the garden! Those tickly trickles and sudden spurts and glorious gushers of hot, hot water as you feel unable to hold back much longer ... oh, yes, James, you can lower your pants, go on, drop those trousers right down, let them fall, just dropping right to the floor ... now step forward and display yourself."

My hands fumbled along awkwardly with belt and zipper - I was too uncomfortable to remember to be embarrassed! It was all happening so quickly, and my head was buzzing and fluffy-feeling again...

"Yes, dear, I know ... it's so painful to hold back ... oooh, just look at his beautiful hose, everyone!"

Her hands had pulled my two hands together behind my back. They gripped me tightly. I was now naked below my shirt tail. I shifted back and forth between my two feet, trying to hold back the piss. I felt as if I'd downed four or five beers about a half hour before!

"Such a fine, long hose, and it's ready to spurt and splash and gush hot liquid ... feel it now James, breaking through all your control, one little spurt ... ooh, did you all see that ... he's dribbling right down his leg ... that's it James, the pressure builds and builds...up your tube...up to the tip, up past the tip...you're dribbling, now you're sprinkling ... it feels so-o-oo good to let go ... to release ... there it comes, James ... piss, James! Pissssssssssss..."

God, I had no shame ... I know I was just so happy to be free to relieve myself ... my first release splattered onto the tiles, as I moaned with pleasure ... even when the last small trickles were dribbling down my leg onto my feet, I felt only gratification, not shame.

At once, my mind seemed to understand and accept that I could be caused to do anything, and feel pleasure at my surrender!

"James ... tell us all now, how do you enjoy my gift? How will you respond to me?"

''I want to obey you," I heard myself say in a low voice, and the other "guests" actually applauded!

My knees felt suddenly weak, and I was helped to one side of the garden to remove the rest of my clothing. Kathy gave me some towels, and helped me into a thin robe. She gave me a quick pat and a light squeeze to my ass, as she whispered that I should hang up my clothing over a bench so it wouldn't rumple too badly. me back to join the group. I noticed Brenda chuckling, as she pantomimed my little water show to the Filipino. He was staring at me, and I noticed a small damp spot on the front of his pajamas!

"Elizabeth, join me here, won't you?"

The AfroAmerican bodybuilder smiled and approached Zarah. She was told to press her palms together tightly.

The induction took very little time ... the athlete very shortly found herself unable to part her hands, which seemed glued together. Her strain caused very interesting things to happen to her pectoral muscles. Then Zarah took a step closer. She pinned the woman with those amazing eyes.

"Elizabeth, why are you so surprised? I'll get James to help you loosen them right now. You'll find that HE can part your hands easily." I took my cue, stepped up in front of the woman, and gently held her wrists. I felt the straining muscles locked against themselves, and doubted my strength, but as I tugged, I felt them part smoothly.

"We'll need James' help again, Beth, so he'll just sit down next to you." As Zarah moved even closer, I sat down on a bench near Beth's side. I was about head high to a trim waist, and those marvelous butt muscles. Beth's ass was anything but ordinary, though. Each hardened cheek was separate from the other, and there was that exciting space between the thighs that let the light shine right through, even when her legs were together. A light film of sweat from her exertions made her skin glisten.

"Beth, honey, I see you're all in a sweat, and I'm sure you'd be much more comfortable if you removed that itchy leotard ... can't you feel the little itches, and the chafing? You'll feel so-o-o much better when the itching is gone. Feel that irritation? My goodness, your legs are twitching, aren't they? Feel the itch, it's getting intolerable...it'll go away when you are completely nude."

Oh God, that gorgeous butt was wriggling, first one cheek clenching, and then the other. The girl was tearing at her clothing, and was soon naked at my side. She wriggled in pleasure, and sighed deeply.

"That's so-o-o-o much better, isn't it Beth? Now you are fully and completely at ease, dear ... just let yourself go ...that's right. Feels so-o- o-o good ... and you're all the way under now."

I didn't need to look down at my robe. There was a light caress of cool air over my cock, now at respectful attention as it poked out.

The hypnotist ordered the girl over to a short padded bench, and her nakedness was soon stretched out, with her arms at her sides. Her hips rested at the end of the bench, and her feet rested flat on the ground. Zarah bade us all come gather round.

The other guests looked as hungrily as I did at the woman. Even relaxed, her musculature defined almost every inch of her flesh, except her breasts themselves. They maintained their shape without flattening much. In the torchlight, there was a hint of a dark purple coloring to the nipples, and I feasted my eyes on her electric bushiness. So did Zarah, but her easy voice of command continued in a pleasant stream as she sat cross-legged on the ground, at Elizabeth's head. Her hands cradled and stroked the bodybuilder's face and neck lovingly.

"Now these muscles are strong, powerful things, but you know how everything is controlled by the mind. And I control this mind now.

"Remember our earlier instruction, Elizabeth. Remember your cue for absolute surrender. Tell us your signal for absolute surrender.''

"...The magic spiral ... round and round... spiral ... roundandround," came a low murmur. Zarah leant forward, and her hands began a circular passage around and around those firm boobies. These swelled and arched upwards toward the fingertips, which moved in slow even circles, ever inwards, til an index finger rested lightly on each nipple. The girl's mouth was open, and her back was slightly arched to maintain the contact. The nipples were now erect, and a dark purplish-brown.

"Sexual tension and release ... deep sexual tension and then glorious release ... " droned the voice. Let us watch as Elizabeth undergoes, under my control, an intense erotic experience. Listen to me now, dear," she commanded, as she stood up and addressed the slumbering figure. "My voice is within your deepest self. Open your very heavy eyelids now, my pet ... open them and look around you. Remain in deep trance as you do so. Do you see the pleasure on the faces? Do you?"

Beth's glassy stare lit briefly on each of our hungry gazes, then returned to blink sleepily upwards at the sky.

"Yes, mistress," came the low reply.

"Now your body is drifting into a dream-state under my direction ... " a pause.

I watched those great eyelids swell and close. Soon there came a catch of the breathing. Another, and a tiny sigh, as I watched the eyeballs move slowly beneath closed lids. Zarah spoke again:

"You hear the night sounds, the soft sounds of the frogs and insects, a bird in the distance, and you feel so alone, so safe, that you let your sexuality take control of you now. You can dream of a lover approaching you."

The girl gave a small start, and her body began a subtle, slow movement on the padded bench. Her breasts rose quicker, and I watched the nipples turn even darker. The aureoles puckered up, and there was another quick breath. The rapid eye movements were jerkier now, and Beth's hands twitched.

Zarah hurried on: "Yes, there he is now ... tall, silent and powerful ... he wants you to feel much pleasure ... he is very experienced ... he can feel your breath, he can smell your heat flowing, flowing, flowing so hot and wet from your secret places."

The bosom quivered and shook in a most delicious way, and dark odor of arousal wafted up from the woman's pussy. It mingled with the heavy perfumes of the night. I know everyone was turned on. My cock had never felt harder.

Zarah said, "He's going to be slow and luxurious as he slides in and out of you, Beth, but first ... you'll feel just the heavy, hot tip of him rest lightly against you. It's hot, it's heavy and hot and dry against your leg. Feel it slide upwards, right up your leg now. Slo-o-ow and gently. You'll find that your legs and thighs can part for him ... there they go ... that's right...you open very wide now..." as the knees fell apart automatically. I watched as her calf muscles bunched and relaxed.

Elizabeth was truly turned on. I saw that her pussy hairs were matted and damp, and her vaginal lips had become swollen.

Zarah stood up and came to me. She guided me down onto my knees before that cunt, that flower of the night, burning, moist and fragrant in the darkness of the garden. She commanded me in a whisper:

"You may now enter her, James. You will enter her and remain still. Feel her responses as you hold yourself still within. Enter now, and remain stiff and still within."

I knee-walked forward, and positioned myself. Very slowly past the outer petals, sliding easily inward through slickened folds and muscles, my penis now buried itself as I leaned forward into the bunched muscles of her thighs. My pale shaft was easily swallowed as her legs opened even further. The buttocks moved tenderly, tighter and looser, tighter and looser, as her dream lover slid and thrust powerfully through her enchantment.

"You can throb. Throb for your lover ... you'll find it's more pleasurable than jerking around so. Feel that throb? Feel it, Elizabeth ... and again ... and over and over, throbbing ... pulsing ... sliding in-n-n-n to you ..."

A beautiful smile spread wide, as the subject gave a low moan. I felt her belly muscles quiver, and my own shook in answer, but I could not plunge about, even though I wanted, needed to so badly!

Her moans became more frequent, but still Zarah kept her in check. The butt had stopped its outer writhings, but my shaft knew a heightened pleasure deep between them. The muscular stomach would rest, then a wave of small shudders would jiggle Beth's whole torso slightly. These waves came closer and closer together.

"You'll enjoy the climaxes much more if you can delay them ... can you hold out much longer, Beth? The release will seem so good, so strong..."

Zarah had returned to cradle her subject's head in one hand. She looked up at me. She touched one fingertip to the girl's head. The fingertip moved down to brush the thick, swollen mouth, and Beth's lips instantly pursed, her cheeks hollowed, and Zarah's finger was sucked suddenly in. At the same moment, I felt a strong clamping sensation as the walls of my partner's vagina contracted all at once. Still, I remained motionless.

The finger was slowly retracted, though Beth's lips pursed after it. Zarah slipped it back in, and I felt the answering contraction. Out again, and Zarah spread Elizabeth's copious saliva flow all round the mouth. Beth's pucker followed blindly, sucking on air, wanting the finger again. The tongue darted in and out now, as the contractions continued on my steel-hard phallus.

Zarah's stiffened white finger now pressed down into the dark flesh, tracing a straight, slow path down between the lifted breasts, down the rock- hard and quivering abdomen, in and out of the navel, slower now, to the top of the bodybuilder's sopping wet bush, finally approaching the clitoris. Elizabeth's face froze, her tongue curled up and sticking far out into the air, eyelids squeezed shut, breath coming fast and irregularly through flared nostrils.

Zarah did not twiddle the clit at all, her hand reached around the base of my cock, encircled it tightly, making it swell inside Beth's sheath. She held it still.

"Hold her legs when they rise up," she ordered me. And to Beth: "You may now reach your climax. Come for your lover now. Come to me. Come to my command."

Beth gave a start. She gave a long drawn-out "n-n-n-g-g-h-h-h!" One leg lifted powerfully off the ground, then the other. They stiffened outwards, quivering as if with malaria. I held onto them, but I my strength was unneeded against that powerful sexual engine now discharging all around me. I watched her deep purple labia rub and grind together into Zarah's fingers, as the bodybuilder began a long, mewing orgasm.

Her cunt had gripped me tightly, and the contractions of its muscles felt like a strong, rippling hand.

"Take your time, girl ... he's still sliding way-y-y-y up inside you ... you want more and more, more and more ... come as often as you need ... ready ... take it all now.''

As the girl finished her crisis, her legs slackened from, rigidity, and I was suddenly holding their entire weight. Our mingled perspiration almost caused me to drop her limp legs. I felt her pelvis continue to shiver with further orgasmic activity. Each tightening and relief was signalled by a tiny cooing sigh from the slackened mouth of the hypnotized woman.

I was now pulled backwards by Zarah's hand. My cock popped out with a noisy slurp, still hard as a rock. A small rivulet of Beth's juices dripped onto the ground. Zarah's hand urged me to my feet, still enclosing my red-hot eight-inch fat prick.

Samuel and the Filipino were summoned to my side. We were still as statues, standing over the now quieted Elizabeth on her bench. The women in the garden were fingering themselves as they watched us. The Filipino's hands twitched at his sides as Zarah lowered his pajamas. His cock sprang out and upward. I heard a woman gasp, and another moan somewhere.

Zarah's hands opened Samuel's robe. His dark thickness jutted straight outwards from a thick mass of curly hair. His arms seemed frozen at his sides also.

Zarah now reached down to Elizabeth. Both her hands caressed and stroked the woman's pudendum. The bodybuilder was too spent to respond, but her secretions were still copious, and Zarah's hands grew slick and shiny. She seemed to hold little pools of come in her hands.

"Look down at yourselves!" came the soft command. She walked behind us and my downward stare was drawn over to the other two men, whose cocks were now generously annointed with Elizabeth's juices. They twitched and jerked as Zarah firmly polished and lubricated them, up and down their rigid lengths, until they glistened and shone in the torchlight, juicy and slickened, veins standing out in relief, the Filipino's glans swollen almost to golfball size, and dripping steadily with his watery male lubricant.

I now felt my long-delayed climax burning up through my pecker as she reached up and squeezed the nape of my neck. Her hand burned me, and a shock traveled right down my spine. My pelvis reflexively squeezed itself forward in response.

"You are ready to come right now, aren't you! All of you! Say it...say it and let it come...come now!"

As I felt my own buttocks squeeze tightly, and quickly experienced my fiery release, I husked out "I'm coming now...coming now! Oh God, it burns, it burns!" I heard other utterances: "God, I'm coming, coming so hard," and the ever-popular "N-n-ngh, n-n-ngh!" There were muffled sounds from the "audience" of women

Everything was visible to all, the first shiny drops of clear lubricating fluid, and then suddenly, thick cloudy globs of semen dribbling out and down onto the ground as Samuel gave a full-throated moan, and I saw his testes draw up tight and wrinkly as his release came at last. The oriental man came silently, spurting out a good three feet, still staring down at Elizabeth as his hips pumped back and forth into the air. More sounds from the women there indicated that some had been stimulated to their crisis point by the scenario as well.

We three remained standing by the bench, our semen still dripping out or hanging in thickening strands down from our slackening pricks. I felt time slow to a crawl, and my breath rang harshly in my own ears.

Zarah turned Samuel away to face her, then raised herself on tiptoes, kissed him, then whispered something to him. I saw his eyes roll up, and his large form sank to the ground, curling up peacefully. His now-flaccid organ still oozed shiny droplets out onto the grass in the dim light. The garden was very quiet. I found sleepiness weighing down my own lids, and yawned involuntarily.

"We are all quite heavy and drowsy now, aren't we?" she said to us. "You go back into the house now, James, and find your clothing. Get dressed, you have to drive home. I'll help keep you alert and safe on the road. Get dressed now, and wait for me inside."

I groped my way into my clothes, and sat heavily on a gym bench, as I watched Zarah through the glass, circulating around her "guests," embracing the Filipino, whose name I had never learned, covering Elizabeth with a spare robe, whispering to the other women there. I drooped a little more each minute I waited, and caught my head with a jerk as it began nodding heavily down to my chest.

Zarah was caressing Katherine, and Rebeccah still lay back against her lawn chair, masturbating freely with her knees bent upward, and her fist pressed against her dark red thatch. I couldn't see Brenda any more from my position, and I was beyond caring. Time crept on, and lost all meaning as I waited dumbly, patiently, for my mistress to instruct me. I faded into a waking dream, and even now have very little memory of the rest of the night, except that very late the next morning, I awoke in my own bed.

I was not alone. As I slowly came to, I felt the warmth of another body next to mine. I turned my head.

Zarah slumbered beside me.

THE END