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Mistress In A Bottle {Part 3}

“Come on precious,” he said breathlessly, gyrating his hips up towards her face thrusting his cock into her ruby painted mouth.  She took his entire length with ease. her lips virtually kissing his pelvic bone as she deep throated his entire shaft, feeling each throb and pulsation.  “Oh yessssss...”  He chanted as she turned up the suction and the pace even more, her dazzling tongue danced on his hardened member making soft suckling sounds echoed in the large chamber.
Henry’s body tensed as he held on to the moment of rapture as long as he could.  His toes tingled and his fingers dug into the mattress his fingers churning in the spread upon the bed. Then he released with an “aaaaauuuuuugh” of a sigh.  His cock spasmed with a life of its own, and he blasted rivers of his hot desire down Alisa’s throat.  She sucked his dick like an estranged heathen, vacuuming every drop he could squeeze out of his balls.
Henry was spent.  The feeling reminded him of the night he first met Shannon, when she drained him of more than one vital fluid.
“Master,” Alisa purred as she crawled up his body her long pony tail teasing a path up his stomach.  She dragged her hard nipples over his bare chest, the thin fabric of the halter separating him from her burning flesh.  “Master, I need you.  I’m so hot.  I’m burning for you.  I need your vampire cock to cool me down.” She pleaded
Using his inhuman power, he willed himself erect again.  Alisa felt his rod press into her wet crotch, and she wiggled her hips against it as she cooed.  Next, Henry flipped over, his body pinning her lithe form into the soft mattress.  He straddled her waist, and he pinned her hands over her head with his own. Looking down at her with an evil tainted smirk.
“Do you like that, slave?”
She shivered at the word.  “Oh yes, master.  I need you to command me.”
“Look into my eyes, slave.”  He stared deeply into her gleaming eyes, pressing his hypnotic powers into her.  “You are helpless to resist me.”
Alisa shook her head, a disappointed look on her face.  “I’m sorry, master, but it just doesn’t work that way.  I NEED you because of your wish, but I can’t be controlled by you.”
“Why not?” he demanded.  The frustration he was feeling from the situation was becoming evident.
“I’m not going to tell you.  You can demand me back into the bottle if you want, but I’m not revealing my secrets.” She whimpered.
For the first time in his existence, Henry wanted to strike a woman.  He thought it might beat some sense into her.  Just as quickly, though, the thought passed.  Alisa was beautiful, sexual, and, though he had only known her for a few minutes, he wanted her for more than just a plaything or a source of blood.  He felt stirrings he hadn’t let himself experience since Shannon had been taken from him five decades before.  Given these feelings, he decided a different approach would be better.
“Fine,” he said.  “I have my second wish then.  I wish that you be compelled to tell me the truth whenever I ask you a question starting with the phrase ‘tell me this.’”
Again, Alisa’s eyes flashed brightly, and then returned to their emerald hue.  “Damn you,” she cursed.  “Why can’t you be like all the others and just wish for things or changes to yourself?  Why do you keep fucking with me?”  She seemed almost on the verge of tears.
“What’s wrong with me making wishes that involve you?”
She sniffled.  “I’m not used to all of these feelings and things.  I know that I’m going to be stuck back in that bottle soon, and then someone else will free me and it all starts again.  It’s better if we don’t get close, you know?” A sorrow almost edged those beautiful green eyes.
Henry pondered her explanation, which started an idea growing.  He put the idea to the side for a moment, though, returning to his original reason for expending the second wish.  “Tel me this: why are you able to resist my hypnosis?”
Alisa again shook her head, but then answered anyway.  “I’m a being of magic, so your powers don’t affect me like they would a normal woman.”  Her expression betrayed her surprise at having answered, until she realized the compulsion of his wish.
“Tell me this: why didn’t you want to tell me that in the first place?”
“Because I want to be affected.  You might say I’m something of a submissive.  That’s why I loved your first wish so much.  No one had ever paid any attention to my wishes before.  But I know it’s all going to end soon, and it hurts too much to think about it.” She trembled, her breasts quivered under the flimsy halter top, the pert nipples poking through like wanton beacons.

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Mistress In A Bottle {Part 2}

“Ooh, thank you for freeing me from my bottle,” she said, her face beaming with gratitude. “As a reward, I grant you three wishes.” A sultry smile danced on her pretty face as she licked her lips hungrily.
“Are you for real?” Henry asked.
“Yes, master,” she said as she bowed slightly, her brunette topknot flipping over her eyes. “I am Alisa. I am bound to the one who frees me, and I must grant three wishes as an offering of thanks no matter what they are.”
Henry laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Alisa asked.
He smiled, and in doing so, he showed Alisa something she had never seen before.
“Oh my lord!” she exclaimed. “You’re a vampire!”
“I’m surprised you know about vampires. I didn’t think genies would be familiar with us.” He smirked at her, his canines glistening wetly.
“I think you’ll find I’m familiar with a lot of things,” she responded, suddenly taking on a more defiant pose, hand on hip so that her pert breasts thrust forward through the flimsy material. “So, about those wishes...”
“Not so fast, girl. I heard that ‘master’ line you said earlier. I think it’s time for you to show me just what the benefits of having a genie are.” His mirth now stirred, a thickening in his groin soon became apparent.
“Whatever you say, master.” She retorted submissively.
Alisa snapped her fingers, and the two of them were instantly transported to a shadowed chamber. Alisa appeared, sitting Indian-style on the bed and wearing only a transparent black halter and panties. Her long hair was pulled back into a flowing ponytail which reached down to her waist. The chamber was adorned like something right out of Aladdin, with colourful draperies and deep thick rugs lining the floor.
“Do you like?” she asked.
Again, Henry smiled. “Very much. But I expect you to serve me now.”
“Oh? You want anything else, you’re going to have to use a wish. I give away too many free requests and I’d be bound to the same person forever.”
“If that’s the way it has to be. I wish for you to become so overwhelmingly sexually aroused and deprived, impoverished for only just me that you will do anything I tell you.” He smirked at her as he stood at the foot of the bed glowering at her, his lust rising.
Alisa giggled, then attempted to regain her composure. “Sorry, master. That’s too close to wishing for more wishes, and not that I am grateful or anything. But rules are rules.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Henry asked. “You said I get three wishes, and my first wish was for you to be overwhelmingly sexually aroused for me.”
Suddenly, a glow flashed from Alisa’s eyes. “Ooh, master, that’s a wonderful wish. Why don’t you get in bed with me and let me show you some of things I’ve learned over the years.” The expression on her face was one of animalistic lust. It was clear to Henry that Alisa wasn’t faking her sudden attraction for him.
“So now you’ll grant my wish?”
Alisa reached out and clenched her fist. She pulled her arm back, and Henry was grabbed by an unseen force, literally pulling him into the bed. “Less talk, more action,” she growled. As she dove at Henry’s crotch, working to tear open his pants, she added, “I’ll explain later.”
It took Alisa almost no time to free Henry from his clothes. She enveloped his erect cock in her mouth, wrapping her ruby-red lips around his thick shaft and sliding it in and out. Tracing her tongue over the head of it, taunting him teasing him with it. She dribbled a length of saliva and let it cascade down the side. Her fingers stroked lightly around his hard shaft, as her dark smokey eyes enveloped him with a hungry stare. Henry was amazed at the sensations her oral attentions brought to him. In all his years as a vampire, no one had given him head like this. He moaned softly, stretched out on his back gave him ample viewing of her attentions. Although he always thought of a woman’s mouth giving a blowjob was like that of a second cunt, Alisa actually made that thought feel like it was true. Her tongue lapped starving; desirous against his cock, her head bobbed up and down, he watched enthralled as his cock disappeared and reappeared from her ruby painted lips.....

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Mistress In A Bottle {Part 1}

There he was, just simple man named Henry walked along the beach, the incoming tide splashing around his feet. He loved this. It was one of the few remaining ties to his old life. He dimly recalled walking along a beach much like this one, hand in hand with Shannon. The memory brought a short sigh, but the wistful feeling was quickly forgotten. Instead, he just reveled in the physicality of the moment: the cold ocean water, the sand flowing between his toes, the sounds of the waves crashing along the shore, and the moonlight reflecting off the constantly changing water.
In the distance, Henry spotted something bobbing in the surf, tossed about as the waves bubbled and rolled along the sandy shelf of the Pacific coast. As he walked closer, he was able to better make out the shape. It looked like an over sized Coke bottle, with the familiar hourglass shape. In addition to the glass, though, was a metal frame wrapped around the two enlarged ends.
Henry was intrigued by the object, as it certainly didn’t look like anything else he had ever seen floating in the ocean. By the time he reached it, he concluded it looked like a genie bottle. It wasn’t as ornate or fancy as the bottle in “Aladdin” or “I Dream of Jeannie,” but it certainly was unique. The metal bands had fine etchings of various pictograms, as well as what Henry assumed were words in some indecipherable language.
He bent down to pick up the object. Despite having been in the Pacific Ocean, it was warm to the touch. Henry held it up in the moonlight and tried to make out the images. Part of one of the bands was coated in sand. He brushed at the warm metal to clear off the sand.
Suddenly, a seam opened in one end of the glass enclosure, and smoke began pouring out. The images on the artifact glowed brightly in three pulses before fading back into steel-gray metal.
The smoke coalesced into the shape of a person. Before Henry’s eyes, an incredibly attractive woman had appeared. Sure enough, she was wearing an outfit of translucent silks which revealed far more than it concealed. Henry didn’t care though. She would have been beautiful in his eyes wearing a trenchcoat or flannel pajamas. Those golden-flecked green eyes which seemed to look into his soul. The full, rich red lips which pouted lovingly towards him. The delicately tapering legs which vanished into her inhumanly tight ass. And of course, her breasts. They were floating above her ribcage, straining the fabric of her top and making her erect nipples clearly visible to his admiring gaze.

Reflections Of My Soul

An erotic night in which she had planned
As I gave in to her every demand
Her skin like milk and body so cold
My soul once mine has now been sold
Her eyes they glowed in the pitch black room
With a smile on her face to seal my doom
Her nails so sharp she scraped down my chest
My blood then trickled onto her breasts
We shared our blood in the passion and fire
A taste so sweet that we both now desire.

When the sun rises or the moon arrives, they are the light and I am the dark. I am the dark in their resonating light. When God got there for the first time in Heaven, I was the first dance. I am the first dance to a great wake. When Lucifer went down, down to thy burning Hells, I was the dance. I am also the dance to great death.

I am a soulless creature, just a body, and no spirit. You ask how such a thing can live in thy world of humans, and I reply that it is because I am controlled. Controlled by two others with such power. Humans are funny, never believe what they cannot see and yet they say I am no such thing. They do not believe me.

Well, I don’t blame them; I mean this does sound like someone who just got out thy white jacket. But still, I do not blame them for not believing such a tale. This is all of me; everything I had to suffer, everything I had to live with, and I still dislike this… Living this life, like a creature from Hell is verily hard, these are my last memories, last regrets, my last regards…

What am I? Even I am not sure what I am any more, but a foul creature with no spirit. No shadow and no reflection now, I am changing but what till? She says that your voice chased away all the sanity in her; I chased all the sanity in me by doing something else. Just watching as I change into a creature, with no humanity left… May t'is be a vampire, and maybe something else...

T'is what I had to live with my whole life, such suffering of a curse most dark. I watch out my eyes, as thy sky grows darker,
the Earth closing its eternal eyelids, concealing thy sun once
more and hiding thy noble Earth from such a thing called light.
And once again bringing out another yellow light that all of the
creatures hail to, thy moon, thy bright and noble moon, like as if it was
thy bright and golden halo of the so-called Jesus Christ.

Everyone has a sanctuary, a symbol, a scar of sorrow that mustn’t be touched, for especially with me. Because a sorrow as great as mine is much more fragile than any other. Any other sorrow still remains fragile and shan’t be touched. The man in thy mirror faced me and stared at my scar, it mustn’t be touched, but he did so anyways, and healed my scar....
This is everything, this is me…All Of Me…

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Sheryl The Slut {Part 7}

"We’ll lash you, so you don’t trick us anymore and tell us lies. We’ll do it here, cause you like to be screaming, but no one besides us will hear you here! So your screwed." Came Jermy's voice rather sinister.
They hooked the ropes under the roof over and under the metal rigging there, stretched them so my legs moved upwards, and fastened the ropes in that position. I was almost suspended with my legs wide open, only my head and my shoulders were on the floor. The floor was cold and slightly damp. My hands were fastened to something at the other side of the trailer. They examined me and satisfied, and then they got their belts out and began lashing me from both sides. At first their strikes were easy, but little by little they grew all excited and began lashing my buttocks and thighs quite hard. I began to squirm and bite down on my tongue as to not scream, bringing them a sadistic satisfaction.
"Beg us to fuck your asshole!" John yelled, it did not even sound like him anymore.
"C’mon beg, don’t be shy lil precious! We’ll lash you till you beg us to fuck you. John you’ll start on her!" Jermy was being taken away with the intense moment.
"Please, Jeremy, don’t, I can’t do it!" I started to whimper as the tears welled up in my eyes, my lower lip trembling in fear.
Another lash was an answer. For some reason the pain and shame aroused me. The sting seared into my buttocks, so much so that my breath rushed out in a an uncontrollable gasp.
"Let’s lash her cunt!" Came the gleeful retort from Jermy.
"Sure! We’ll lash her bitchy cunt. I know she wants it. John was no longer the man I used to know and love. He had changed with this new found vindictiveness.
The belt lashed my cunt again and again. There was a sudden rush of wet juice from me as I bucked against my bounds.
"Oooohh...." I exclaimed as a sudden rush of wonderful painful sensations ripped through me straight through my belly.
"She's had am orgasm and we haven't even touched all from the lashing," John said. "A real bitch! Now shall we show her what a dog she is?"
He approached dropping his pants I heard John's buckle from his belt clink to the floor as he knelt down, and with out warning shoved his cock into my wet hole.
Jeremy stopped lashing me, too. He too knelt down and now began to stroked my face with his dick. His cock hardened as the tip stroked my cheeks and pursed lips.
"Take it in your mouth! Use your tongue. It’ll help you when I fuck your ass!" Jermy exclaimed with a tone of warning to his voice as he shoved the tip inbetween my lips.
At that time John took his cock out of my cunt and tried to push it in my ass. I could not scream out as the burning tearing feeling rippled through me.
It entered easily, probably because I was excited, or maybe because I had been fucked there already, violated by that cop in the cell. I was being pushed to yet another violent climax, nonstop from the moment when they lashed my cunt. John fucked me balancing on the ropes his large hands wrapped tightly around the ropes. All the while Jermy holding my hips while he harshly pushed his huge cockk all the way up to my throat, holding my hair. Pulling my hair as he held my had imobile.
"I can’t take it anymore! Let’s switch." Groaned Jermy, the large head purple and throbbing.
They traded places and I froze in expectation. No, at that moment I wasn’t scared and I wanted Jeremy to fuck me. I was turning into that slut that they had being calling me. I tried to relax and let Jermy's huge cock inside my ass. And suddenly it happened. First his head slipped inside my greased depth. He froze for a second and continued pushing his dick deeper. I tightened up by reflex and could not control it.
"Wait, slut! Relax and you’ll like it." Jermy coaxed.
"I like it already, do it, fuck me please." I said it, but I did not even recognize my voice.
"Good lil precious! Just a little more…"
He pushed it all the way in and started moving carefully. John, who was watching us came to my face, knelt down over my head and placed his dick inside my mouth and started to fuck my mouth. He fucked me and didn’t let me suck, as usual; he fucked my mouth like as if it was my cunt. His head reached the back of my throat and flew back out of my half-opened lips to return in half a second. Barely giving me a chance to breath, I gagged.
Two men were fucking strangled me in the most indecent way, while I kept cumming because of all the shame and excitement. I moaned and trembled, shaking in their lustful rough hands.
They came together both men in a wetly grunt of male voices. John filled my mouth with hot sticky threads of his climax. Jeremy sat on the floor flat-out panting, as I felt the hot ebbing tide drip from my ass.
"At least unfasten me." I said in but a whimpering whisper.
"Ok, dear." John's voice had softened now as he nodded to Jermy to start untying me.
Jeremy unfastened the ropes and carefully put me on the floor in a rather gentle like manner as though I might break.
"Don’t lie on the floor – you’ll catch a cold." John drapped his shirt over my shoulders, as if on cue my teeth started to chatter.
"You’re so fucking good! How’s in your ass?" Came Jermy's voice, a distinctive calmness about him now.
"I loved it." I could not lie I indeed loved it, perhaps a little to much.
"I told you – you’ll like it, and you didn’t believe!" John laughed.
"I was scared." That was the truth, for most of it I was terrified beyond belief.
"In vain. That’s why we had to lash you…don’t be offended…" Jermy said as he twirled up the rope and looped it over a hook on the trailer wall.
"I’m not, I liked it......"

The End.