September Entries (Please post entries in this thread)

[ElectricBadger]

Please post all entries for the September story contest in this thread!

The theme for September is Ring of Fire, by Johnny Cash:


Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

I fell in to a burning ring of fire.....[etc]


Entries will be accepted until midnight PST September 30th. If you have any questions, please post here or send me a pm!

[lizeskimo]

Wow, three excellent stories. The very best of luck to you all in the contest.

[H Dean]

I kinda figured that mine would be the only one for September. I mean, how do you top getting VD from your husband?

[ElectricBadger]

Everyone is invited to participate in the voting -- please enjoy the works of our talented authors and help us recognize their efforts!

The theme for September is Ring of Fire, by Johnny Cash:

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire...

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like our's meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

I fell in to a burning ring of fire.

This thread is for voting only -- to give comments or feedback, please use the Story Contest forum!

In order of submission:

Johnny and Doris, by H Dean

Rings of Fire, by DarkPoet

Ring of Fire, by Snowflake

A Wild Desire, by DungeonMaster6

The Boars Head, by Thrall

[ElectricBadger]

The bar was dark and dirty. The smell of piss and cheap scotch hung in the air. The juke boxed, cracked and ready to give up its unhappy life played “Misty”. No one was listening.

Across from the bartender, seated in a booth, was a man. He was nondescript but for the long black duster and black engineers boots. In his hand was a pocket watch. Like the jukebox playing “Misty”, the pocket watch played music too. Just like the jukebox, no one listened to the music the watch was playing.

Two booths down was a woman, nondescript but for the fact that she was less unattractive than the other women in the bar. The other women would best be described as “ugly if they were men”. The woman’s name was Doris, and she was staring at the man in the black duster.

For much of the afternoon the two stared at each other, sweat dampening their clothes and capturing dust. If the odor of the bar had started out badly this morning it was far worse now. Finally, despite the sweat and grime, Doris made her move.

“What’s your name?” Doris asked the sweaty man in black as she sidled up to his booth.

“Johnny,” he replied, lighting up a short cigar.

“I’m Doris,” she said, her nostrils flaring at the cigar smoke.

“You’ve been watching me,” Johnny said. “I’ve been watching you. I like your shape. Those real?”

“Double ‘E’ cup, honey. All natural,” she replied. “Wanna give ‘em a rub?”

“I was thinking of taking you in the bathroom, bending you over and giving your ass a plunge,” he said. “I know you want it. You know I want it.”

Doris gasped in mock horror. “Pretty fucking forward, cowboy.”

“Why the fuck mince words?” Johnny said. “We both want it.”

Doris turned suddenly, walking seductively as her large frame would allow, her ass shaking like cottage cheese. Johnny followed, his black jeans showing his excitement.

Johnny pushed Doris against the door to the men’s room, twisting the handle as his lips found hers. The door swung open and they pushed inside, their hands seeking out the items necessary to fulfill their lusts. Zippers sounded the beginning of their intentions, Doris grabbing his cock and pushing it through the newly opened hole in her jeans.

“Get these the fuck off,” Johnny growled, pulling his cock from the unpleasant hole.

Throwing her to the piss-dampened floor, he pulled her jeans from her body, revealing her hair-covered flesh. Disgusted, he reached down and turned her over, pulling her to her hands and knees. A moment to brace himself was all it took before he was ready to ram into the forest of matted hair between her legs.

Grunts and moans escaped the bathroom. Only the bartender listened, the bar’s patrons being too caught in their drinks and the question of what to play next on the jukebox.

Squeeze my fucking cock, bitch,” Johnny screamed at Doris.

“Get your cock inside first, peewee,” she replied, irritated by his clumsy attack.

Johnny responded by ramming into her harder, pushing her forward with each thrust. Finally, as her head pushed against the wall, Johnny pulled from her hairy hole and rammed into her asshole. She screamed in pain, trying to pull from his grasp.

“It’s in now, cunt!” Johnny screamed, plowing his meat into her ass.

No one noticed her screams. Even the bartended was oblivious, watching the baseball game on the old color TV. It hadn’t worked for years. Today, for no apparent reason, it worked.

Johnny suddenly slipped back, his feet sliding on the damp floor. His head slammed back on the yellowed linoleum leaving him dazed and in pain. Doris wasted no time, crawling over him to grab is cock and slide it in her ass again.

“You aren’t getting off that easy,” she said as his cock slid in her dirty hole.

Johnny came to his senses, the pain in his head still great. Above bounced the overweight woman, her huge floppy tits bouncing in disgusting rhythm. He reached up to take the two orbs into his hands, mashing them together lustily. He pinched the elongated nipples, twisting them. Doris arched her back suddenly, screaming out her orgasm before throwing herself forward and crushing the wind from her lover.

Johnny, his senses completely returning, reached his left hand behind the woman’s head and grasping her hair. In a moment, she was pulled from him and left to lie on her back beside him. He sat up quickly, pulling himself from the sticky floor. A quick lunge forward and he bent over the woman, pulling her up by the hair.

“Time to suck my cock,” he told her, thrusting her against his shit stained cock. Disgusted, Doris tried to protest. Her first word was muted, however, by her lover’s first thrust.

Pounding into her mouth, bruising the back of her throat and making her gag, Johnny enjoyed his usage of the woman. The harder he pounded the more she seemed to struggle. That only increased his pleasure. In short order, Johnny spewed his cum into her mouth, holding her against him until his pleasure was satiated. Finally, his wad spent, Johnny pushed her from him and stood panting.

“Why the fuck is your cock so red?” Doris asked, licking her lips.

“I think I got something,” he said. “I don’t know what it is.”

“You fucking asshole!”

“Well, Doris,” Johnny said. “You said you wanted to spice up our marriage. I just spiced it up.”

Stepping from the dirty bathroom, Johnny came out to the strains of Johnny Cash’s ‘Don’t Take Your Guns To Town’ playing on the jukebox.

“Took my gun to town,” thought Johnny. “Now she’s got a burnin' ring of fire.”

-By H Dean

[ElectricBadger]

Tammy was gripping the steering wheel tightly while trying to keep a relaxed face, the white knuckles the only sign of her inner turmoil. A drop of sweat ran down the side of her face, luckily the side that wouldn't be seen from the passenger seat, but she could always blame that on the august sun and the broken ventilation in the old sedan. She should be happy, even giddy about having finished college and gotten a well paying job in a top hundred biotech company. She tried to impress that thought on the shaky image of herself that looked back doubtfully from the rear mirror, which tumbled loosely in its socket and finally turned to the other side.

The reason for her distress was sitting next to her, and just thinking about Lizza with her huge brown eyes, her always perfectly styled black curly hair and her slender body in the top-notch wear had Tammy's stomach clenching. Tammy had volunteered to drive her to her new flat, in a small town close to Palo Alto, knowing this was the last chance.

Jonny Cash blared from the car hifi. Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring.

Mustering her courage, she stuttered, “I – I can't believe its over” and dared a quick glance at her former flatmate.

“Yeah,” the relaxed voice of Lizza answered her, “I still think it was yesterday when we were running over the campus without plan, trying to find the biology lab. They never found out who stuck the 'facility maintenance' sign over the room number, did they?”

“Oh, huh,” this conversation was going in the wrong direction, and Tammy had no clue how to bring it back on topic, “they didn't. But I – Lizza,” her heart was beating like mad now, and a feeling of desperation washed over her that seemed to drown out every conscious thought. Without really registering what she was doing, Tammy pushed on the brakes and brought the sedan to screeching halt, stalling the engine in the process.

The car gave a last shake, and she clenched her eyes shut, knowing that she would never be able live down the humiliation that was to ensue from what she was about to do, but also aware that she would never forgive herself if she didn't try at at least.

I fell into a burning ring of fire,
I went down, down, down, and the flames went higher.

She pushed the off-button on the hifi. “I love you, Lizza.”

The silence was deafening, the only sound the rush of blood in her ears, and it seemed like ages until she heard Lizza's hushed response.

“Tammy, I like you too. You're my best friend,”

“No! Not just like that!” Tammy interrupted, but when she opened her eyes again, her reflection looked back again from the dangling mirror, showing her boyish self with the watery grey eyes and not-brown-not-blonde, pageboy style hair, her plain face above the cheap t-shirt that read 'danger zone', bought in a futile attempt to make herself stick out more. How could she dare to approach a woman like Lizza, shining with perfection? Salty tears trickled down her face and over her trembling lips.

She had done it. Instead of continuing her silent admiration that had worked so well for the last four years that they had shared a flat, instead of the secret nightly dreams of what might have been, she would leave her friend with the never-ending memory of rejection. She hung her head with a sob, feeling like a fool.

“Tammy, look at me.” Lizza's voice startled her out of her string of thoughts, but she didn't dare to look up. Soft fingers touched her chin, and she couldn't resist the slight pressure that guided her head around. Lizza was looking at her with wide eyes and an apologetic look. “I had no idea, Tammy, really. Why didn't you tell me earlier?”

“How,” Tammy hiccuped, “how could I?” she asked, averting her gaze again. “You're so beautiful, so perfect, and I'm nothing. And I,” she angrily wiped a fresh gush of tears from her face, “I feared to loose you if you knew.”

“Look at me, Tammy.” Lizza's voice held a demanding undertone that made the hairs on Tammy's neck stand, and without thinking she did so.

“It's not far to my new flat, only a few minutes. Once there, we will talk. I promise. OK?”

Tammy nodded. A weird, detached feeling had gotten hold of her, and like in trance she started up the engine and put in the gear. It really didn't take long to get to Lizza's new address. Once there she followed her friend into the modern three story house and up the stairs to her flat. A soft hand guided her to one of the chairs in the already furnished kitchen, and a glass of water was put before her.

“Tammy,” sitting down on the opposite side, Lizza grasped for her left hand that was idly tracing patterns on the water glass, “this comes a bit as a shock for me. I really like you very, very much, but”

There was the but. Tammy tried to pull away her hand and run away, but her friend wouldn't release her grip. Instead, her other hand guided her chin upwards until their eyes met.

“Please hear me out, Tammy. You don't know what you'd get yourself into. Loving me entails more than just cuddling and kissing. I'm not – not quite usual when it comes to sex. I wouldn't want to hurt you, Tammy.”

This was completely unexpected, and Tammy's thoughts reeled, afraid of interpreting something into that statement that wasn't there. “It doesn't matter!” She blurted out though, and looking into the sincere eyes of her friend she began to realize what that meant. However, Lizza hadn't rejected her at once, and a faint trickle of hope sent its warmth through her body.

“You,” she struggled with the words with a tearful chuckle, “you're into that BDSM thing?”

Lizza nodded. “Yes I am. And not just a bit. It's my dark side, and loving me is going to hurt. Hurt a lot.”

Tammy nodded her understanding. “It doesn't matter. As long as I don't loose you. You're my goddess.” She looked up into the unmoving face of her friend and buried her face in her hands. “Oh god, I sound pathetic.”

A pair of arms suddenly engulfed her from behind, and Lizza's soft voice whispered, “you're not. You are sweet.” And as hot lips lightly touched her neck, her body felt like on fire within an instant. She moaned as the lips wandered over her skin and started to suck gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear lobe.

“Do you really want to be with me,” Lizza's voice, now with a hoarse timbre, asked, “are you really willing to endure pain and humiliation just to be with me? Are you sure?”

A hand stroked her left breast through the fabric of her t-shirt, and she gasped. “Yes!” The hand gripped harder, pinching down on the inflamed nipple, until it hurt, but the pressure wouldn't ease. “Yes Mistress!” Finally, the fingers let go and once again began to softly stroke.

“You're quick on the uptake, at least mostly.” A bit of amusement could be heard in Lizza's voice. Tammy shivered with each word as the hot breath caressed her skin in a promise of passion.

“Do you trust me?” Lizzy asked, and she could only nod desperately, not trusting her own voice.

“Take off your clothes.” It took a second for her to understand the order, but then she didn't hesitate. She fumbled out of her t-shirt and bra, slid down her jeans and knickers and stepped out of the heap of clothes, slipping out of her shoes and socks in the process.

She felt self-conscious, standing there nude in the broad daylight before her fully clothed friend. Lizzy reached out and guided her hands away from where they were covering her triangle in a belated attempt of modesty.

“Oh my,” Lizza whispered, walking in a circle around her, “you're really cute.” She trailed a finger down the side of her face, then slowly lower over her breast and quivering stomach, until it reached her nether lips. The finger moved between her legs, and in agonizing slowth it separated her labia and began to slip in her moist pussy. Lizza's eyes were fixed on her own, taking in every tiny reaction to her ministrations. Tammy gasped as the finger suddenly reached deep into her and began to stirr around.

It felt a deep loss as Lizza extracted her finger again, bringing it up before her lips and giving it a slow lick. She then pointed it towards Tammy's own mouth.

“You do taste good. Clean it for me, Tammy.”

She didn't hesitate to open her lips, and licked her own juice from her lovers finger, not caring for the perversion of the act, just happy to taste and smell the soft skin of her beloved.

“There's a last test waiting for you, Love.” Lizza told her, taking her hand and leading her toward the bedroom. She pulled the window shutters down and flicked on the small bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow.

“You haven't been honest with me while we were living together. That deserves punishment, don't you think?”

“Yes.” Tammy answered uncertainly, and noticing the expectant look from her friend, quickly corrected herself. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.” Lizza nodded, a smile playing over her lips. She reached into the closet and pulled out a long, thick, stringy object that was wound into a circle. “Do you know what this is?”

“A whip, Mistress.” Tammy answered, shivering with the thought of what that thing might do to her skin.

“Three with the whip, that should be enough punishment for starters. Stand straight and kiss its handle!” Lizza commanded, and Tammy shivered again, bringing her lips towards the cool leather.

Her friend stepped back a good number of paces and let the whip unroll itself. “I love you too, Tammy. I didn't want to hurt you.” Her voice was honest, caring. A lone tear of joy ran down Tammy's cheek.

Lizza swung her arm, and the leather whipped through the air with a whistle, winding itself around Tammy's waist and sending an electric shock all through her body as the end of the leather string hit her back. All of Lizza seemed to radiate power now, her angelic yet powerful look entrancing her so much that she didn't really feel the burning line the whip left on her skin.

She swung again, hitting just an inch lower, and this time Tammy couldn't keep from shouting out as the leather hit more forcefully. A hot feeling spread from where whip left its mark, and she became aware of her nakedness again. Her nipples had become stiff and burning with desire, and her clit was sending waves of pleasure through her.

Sweat began to glisten all over her body, but she only looked into the equally aroused face of her cruel lover. The burning in the whip marks became stronger, and then the third hit came, again lower, the tip this time hitting her on the front, just an inch above her throbbing pussy. She screamed loud from the intense pain and fell to her knees as an orgasm washed through her, stabbing through her with never experienced force, and she let all inhibitions go as she shook with pleasure, crying “I love you, Mistress,” feeling nothing but joy and three burning rings of fire.

-By DarkPoet

[ElectricBadger]

Susan and her Master had been meeting once a month for over a year, for weekend fun. She adored Master but never told him as it was a rule he had made from the very beginning, that they would never have deep emotions for each other. They were to build a foundation of trust that only a Dom/sub could build. Anything more and the time they shared would stop.

Susan new this, but she knew that more emotions had grown for him. She had fallen in love with him. Not wanting the relationship to end, she kept her feelings well hidden, as she felt she could not carry on without him in her life.

It was time again for them to meet for there monthly rendezvous, and she had dressed for the occasion. He had specifically told her to wear a long black cloak that he had bought for her. It was very tight and brought out her slender but full figure. Her breast plunged out of it and her hips filled it like a glove. Under it she was to wear nothing but a butt plug, a very small one at that as he had never entered her and had just started training her for such a feat.

He answered the door to her not saying a word, and pointed to the door that led to the dungeon. She was late by a half hour so he was going to get right to the point of reminding her never to be late. She knew she was in trouble and that there would not be wine tonight before he would start her punishment. Head down she headed to the door and he opened it.

They both went inside and he shut and locked the door putting the key in his pocket, he started her down and said “open your cloak slowly, my Dear”. She kept her head down, opening the cloak very slowly until it was totally undone. He walked over and took the cloak from her shoulders and hung it up. He then walked up to her again. Lifting her chin he said “you are late, my Dear”. She nodded in reply and put her head back down.

He looked at her full body her gorgeous breast and how they stood out perfectly. She was a beautiful figure for his eyes to behold. Her breast were 36 C, her waits a mere 20 inches, and her hips a full 36 inches, the perfect body. Her long brown hair flowed over her breast, as it shimmered in the soft candle light in the dungeon. He wanted to kiss her and touch her all over but he knew right now he had to be firm. He checked her butt plug by wiggling it to make sure it was well in place. She let out a soft moan as he did.

Then he said in a very stern voice “on your knees bitch, now!” She dropped to her knees head still down, hands behind her back, and waited for his next command. He said “kiss my feet and beg for forgiveness”. She bent over and started to kiss his feet very gingerly at first but as she felt the cane tap her ass, she became more aggressive. In between her kisses she begged “Please forgive me, Master, I was wrong to make you wait, I am so sorry, I will never do it again, please, Master forgive me I beg of you”.

He looked down at her and said “if you are so sorry suck my cock until I cum, and play with yourself making sure you cum at the same time, do you understand?” She nodded again in reply. Taking his large dick in her mouth she began sucking his dick twirling her tongue around it as she took it in deep, then started to bob up and down. She put her fingers against her clit and started to roll it around in circles between her fingers. Grabbing her by the back of the head he starts pumping hard in her mouth reaching deep down her throat forcing her to take it all. She starts to gag and he pulls her off only long enough to spit her vomit up, and forces it back down deep in her throat. She continues to play with her pussy as she feels his pre-cum start to flow down the back off her throat, he says “that’s it, my little whore slut, take it all you little slave”. She continues to gag and he continues to pump, then he says in gasped words “are you ready to cum yet slut?” She gags a yes out and he cum deep in her throat as she begins to came all over her hands.

As soon as he was done, he threw her to the floor. She looked up at him and without thinking and said “I love you, Master”. He looked down at her and in an angry voice said “what did you say?” She looked at him realizing what she had just done, terrified she said “nothing Master, nothing!” He said, “I heard those words” and grabbed her by the hair. He dragged her over to the radio and said “turn it on, you stupid bitch” she did. Johnny Cash was playing “burning Ring of Fire” and he said “yep, I feel like a good two step, but this shall be different”. Dragging her to him by her hair he lifted her up “now we shall dance, seeing as you love me”. She looked at him wondering what he was doing. He proceeded to step on both of her feet and said “Now Dance!”

She tried her best but could not lift his weight; he looked at her and said “this is how you dance. You have no spirit at all, so I have a better idea”. He grabbed her again by the hair and pulled her over to the wheel and chained her to it tightly as she faced it, with her back to him. Then he flipped it over so her head was to the floor and her spread legs and ass were facing him. He said “now you will show me how much you love me”. She pleaded with him “Please, Master, don’t do anything drastic, I am so sorry it slipped out Master, truly I am”. He smiled as she pleaded knowing exactly what he would do.

He pulled the plug out of her ass with a pop and through it across the room.. She squealed as he pulled, and moaned. “I listened to the song as we tried to dance. Now to recall the words, hmmm, now how did it go? Oh yes I remember.” “Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring fire”

“Yes I think we can make this song work for us now can’t we my little slut?” he said as he let out a wicked laugh. “Let’s see how your ass feels by the time I am done. I think your ass entrance or ring shall feel so hot you will beg for ice, and then I have one last surprise for you”. She screamed out “No, oh please Master no!” He laughed again “what slut? I think you need to prove you’re so called love to me, or were you lying about that”?

Before she could answer he slipped a ball gag in her mouth. She squirmed against her bindings, but to no avail. She knew at that moment she was doomed. He grabbed a candle and rubbed a small gob of Tiger balm all over it, and proceeded to shove it in.

“Now how did the chorus go again? Oh yes I remember ‘I fell into a burning ring of fire. I went down, down, down and the flames they went higher. And it burned, burned, burned, that ring of fire, that ring of fire’. Well you aren’t going to fall into the fire but the fire will fall upon you” he said with a wicked laugh.

He shoved the candle down deeper, and putting a match where she could see it, he lit it. She screamed in the gag, but he proceeded to light the candle. The tip of the candle was barely out of the entrance of her ass, so she could feel the heat immediately. She screamed from the heat of the candle and the heat of the tiger balm. He stood and watched and laughed louder. She could feel the hot wax melting on her ass, she tried not to move but her ass was on fire from the wax and the balm. She continued to scream as he watched the wax that had spilled over start to ignite as well.

After about 5 minutes he blew the candle out. She was in tears, from the burning sensation that her ass was feeling. He then pulled the candle out as well leaving her there bound in tears as he went to get a bucket of hot coals with an iron in it. He bent down and said “now for the last bit of the song, as I recall it goes like this. ‘The taste of love is sweet, when hearts like ours meet. I fell for you like a child, and oh how the fire went wild’.”

“You see my dear Susan, not only have you fallen in love, I must admit so have I. Now you have a choice, shall we continue with this relationship only in a permanent fashion, or should we stop it dead?” He undid the ball gag for her answer. She said “continue it, Master”. He said “then are you willing to give yourself totally to me, and wear my mark”. She said “yes Master”. “Then that is what shall be done. Remember my lovely sub, I do love you”, he said as he replaced the ball gag.

He walked over to the bucket and grabbed the iron. On it was an “O”. He said to her “now brace yourself, my sweet one” and he pushed the iron against her ass cheek. She screamed and squirmed and then passed out.

A few minutes later she awoke only to find herself bundled in a blanket in his arms. When he realized she was awake, he looked down at her and said “I love you, my sweet little sub”. She smiled back up at him and said “I love you to, Master” and cuddled close to him to lay in silence.

-By Snowflake

[ElectricBadger]

Vicky shrieked outwardly as the searing torment of the lashes laced her body once more, this time onto her right rear cheek. Blindfolded, held tightly in an upright position with her wrists and ankles cuffed. With a spreader bar that forced her legs wide, the five-foot four, hundred and ten pound woman could only guess where each strike would land.

Adding to her torment was the constant pinching of the metal clamps on her nipples and labia. Her light brown hair that hung straight to her shoulders had become completely disheveled from constantly throwing her head back after each slash. Her left breast and upper back had already experienced the harsh reality of the cowhide strands . . .

This was all part of a weekly session with her Master Adam, who had been into bdsm for five years before the 25-year-old college graduate met him . . . and was exactly who Victoria Mathews had been searching for.

*

Immediately after graduating Summa Cum Laude from a prestigious eastern college, she had landed a job at one of the big-four accounting firms. Headstrong and confident, Vicky had been a success at just about everything . . . except her love-life. She had dated guys and was not above a one-night-stand, but she had not met anyone yet who could satisfy her insatiable appetite. She grew tired of the bar scene. She thought most of the men who frequented them were jerks, and she also was fearful of getting a DUI, that would not be taken lightly by her bosses.

One day, however, that all changed . . .

She had gone to the gym for her usual Saturday afternoon workout. Not only was Vicki smart, but she also kept her body in tiptop shape. She always drew plenty of stares from the male patrons when she came out of the changing room, particularly her 36D breasts and well-toned thighs and calves.

The appealingly attractive brunette was perched on a stationary bike pedaling away when she noticed a dark-haired, well-put-together man doing the same across and two bikes to her right, who was facing in the opposite direction. She estimated that he was about thirty. His lean, well-sculpted physique was not overly muscular, which Vicki liked.

Trying not to be overtly obvious, she tried to keep her mind on her exercises, occasionally sneaking a peak at her Adonis. Once Vicki had completed her bike routine, she went over to the weights particularly working on her thighs and calves, but trying to keep tabs on HIM.

Finally having worked up a good sweat, Vicki headed for the juice bar for some much needed refreshment. That initial swig of the cold drink satisfied her parched throat, as she took a seat at one the tables.

Then looking up, Vicki’s heart surged as she saw HIM retrieve a juice from the self-service bar as well. This was the first time she got a rear view of this handsome hunk, and she definitely liked what she saw. Tanned and toned legs with a manly well-shaped derriere underneath his gym shorts, HE definitely had her curiosity piqued and her libido up.

Just as she was getting ready to take another sip of her drink, Vicki suddenly noticed the slender-faced hunk coming in her direction. Not only has she been noticing him, but much to her surprise, it became obvious that he had been noticing her as well. As his manly frame came nearer, some erotic fantasies blazed through her heightened mind.

When He stopped at her table, his piercing eyes met hers and in a pleasant voice asked if he could join her. After a few moments of stunned silence Vicki replied, in an equally pleasant tone, “Sure.”

“You must come here often,” he said with a wide smile, as he took his seat opposite Vicki. “Every Saturday,” she replied. “I can tell,” he continued assuredly as his eyes did a quick up-and- down of Vicki’s upper body. Responding to his kind compliment, she returned one of her own mimicking his eye movement, “You must come to the gym often yourself.” “Yes,” he said, “but this is my first time here. I just joined this club two days ago.”

There was definite wetness between her legs as she tried desperately to be calm. “I can’t recall seeing you here before,” she said with a nervous giggle. ”Good observation,” he replied in a slightly sarcastic, but flattering tone. “I certainly would’ve noticed you as well,” he added.

Resisting the animalistic urge to jump his bones right then and there, the suddenly excited accountant remained stoic. Then he spoke again, as his brown eyes lit up, “What I can’t figure out is why someone, who’s as attractive as you, is here by herself?” “I always come to the gym alone . . . ” Vicki said defensively. “But if there were a man in your life, he’d want to come with you,” he countered quickly. She frowned, “How do you know there isn’t a man in my life?” “I could tell by the way you were looking at me on the bike,” he said with a wry smile. “Damn! Was I that obvious!?” she cursed to herself.

“You just haven’t met the right guy yet,” he said smugly. “Yeah, I’ve heard that old line before,” Vicki rebutted. “I’m sure you have,” he replied. “But tell me . . . have you ever been spanked?”

The brown-haired accountant gaped at him. Vicki didn’t know whether to slap his face, bolt out of the room or just remain cool. Since she really didn’t want to cause a scene here, she decided to remain calm. That was certainly an outrageous question to ask of someone you just met, but there was something about his boldness that appealed to her . . .

On the other hand she didn’t want to appear to be transparent or easy. After nervously looking around she answered, “Why do you ask?”

Raising his eyebrows, he commented quickly. “It’s not polite to answer a question with another question.” Again, the normally quick and loquacious young lady found herself at a loss for words. Not only that, her butt seemed to be glued to the seat. She looked at his exquisitely handsome face, into his eyes that seemed to convey an aura of self-confidence and trust. And by now, a river had formed between her thighs.

Even though she had just met this man, and didn’t even know his name, there was something credible about him. Her past experience with men taught her some valuable lessons, for she possessed a keen sense of trust that had served her well . . . even now.

Finally she blurted out “No!”

His eyes lit up, “I’m not surprised . . . it just might be what you need.” Vicki’s face reddened, “How can you tell!?” “Past experience,” was His confidant response.

“And what are you looking for?” she asked sarcastically. “. . . and by the way, what is your name?”

“To answer your second question, my name is Adam. As for your first question, I could let you know after dinner this evening.” Then, in a firm tone of voice declared, “I will pick you up at seven.”

At that point Vicki rose from her chair and walked toward the door, but before she exited looked back over her shoulder and answered, “Yes Sir.”

*

Later that evening as Adam was escorting her to His apartment, nerves were crawling up her back. Yes she trusted Him, but this would be her initial encounter with Him in complete control. Upon entering this man’s home she felt a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Politely, He offered her a drink, which she gladly accepted to calm her nerves. As she relaxed in a leather chair, Adam explained his intentions and she was free to discontinue the scene at any time. He understood that she is a beginner, and that he would respect her limitations, but He would nevertheless explore them.

Vicki indeed had fantasies about being spanked, chained up and whipped, but no one before had read that “wild desire” like Adam. Perhaps He was right, this is what she has needed all along . . . and she had a strong feeling He would bring it out of her.

So when He ordered her to strip and get on her knees in front of Him, she never hesitated. At the point where He was walking around her naked, kneeling form she still felt some anxiety, but the trust that she had in Him made her relax a bit.

She understood that she was to obey Him and call Him “Sir.” She knew about the “safe” word.

And when she was led into His dungeon, by a leash that was attached to a leather collar that Sir Adam had placed around her neck, Vicki felt more excitement than ever before in her life. It wasn’t long after that when she found herself chained, with her hind cheeks propped up in an exotically vulnerable position, to his spanking horse . . . a solidly built piece of wood with leather padding . . . that it really hit home about what she wanted. And she was about to get it!

The buxom brunette tensed a bit when Vicki felt the solid leather paddle move round and round on her rump. “Try to relax your butt,” He admonished. “Yes Sir,” she replied quickly just before the first smack landed. That initial blow surprised her as much as it stung. A predictable yelp was forced from her mouth just before another smack landed, this time on her left cheek.

It was at that juncture when the now leather-clad dominant man decided to gag her. “These apartments have thin walls,” He explained.

Then methodically Adam spanked her left, right, up, down and in the middle. The rhythmic cries into her ball-gag matched every swing He made, and her bottom was definitely heating up.

In addition, another part of her anatomy was already heated up, especially when she felt His hand exploring the warmth of her ass. And when Vicki felt a finger touching her between her legs, she thought she might explode right there . . . But then He withdrew, causing a passion she never felt before.

The next thing she felt, however, was another smack from his hard leather paddle. Now that He had taken her this far, she wanted more and her silence confirmed it.

At that point Adam decided to change her position. A few moments later, she found herself with her arms secured over her head to two chains suspended from the ceiling, and her legs forced out wide by a spreader bar. It was at that point when He also decided to blindfold her to keep her in suspense.

This was all new to Vicki, but it also intrigued her . . . the thrill of total surrender. And when she felt the first of the lashes fall sharply upon the middle of her back she shrieked into her gag . . . but knew she had indeed found what she was looking for.

This scene continued with the menacing strands landing everywhere until He suddenly stopped.

He freed her from her shackles, forced her to her knees, and the first thing she saw when He removed her blindfold was His beautifully strong cock pointing straight at her face.

“Is this what you wanted?” He said smugly.

In a soft voice she answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

Thinking carefully before responding, she chose her words carefully, “No Sir.”

Smiling wide, Adam looked down at the kneeling freshly spanked young woman. “Right answer slave!”

*

Scenes like this repeated themselves frequently in the weeks ahead, with her experiencing new levels of tolerance . . .

In the end, Master Adam had indeed fulfilled her wild desire.

-By DungeonMaster6

[ElectricBadger]

Sitting in the The Boar’s Head Pub, I was contemplating the smell. Dank and musty, the smell of rotting wood mixed with fetid bodies and ancient layers of spilled wine and ale. The smoke from the fireplace hung in the air like the spirit I was trying to catch, always there but elusive. There were several knots of men gathered around small tables, happily drinking and engaging in reckless banter. My prey was here, I knew it, I could feel it with every instinct I had. She was here, my enigma, I had been tracking her for months, her trail ended here.

I watched the Friar through the dirty glass window, uncaring that he was mired in the muck of midden-heap, trudging on, waving his fist in the air, before bursting into the pub. The floor creaked as he staggered across the pub, pushing past the other patrons and plopping himself onto the first stool available, waiving for wine. A stream of unintelligible, slurred oaths, issued from his mouth, before slumping forward onto the table. The patrons seemed so accustomed to this behavior, no one gave him a second glance. The only one paying attention to him was the bar wench, her eyes never left him.

Even before the Friar had his arm down, the svelte beauty emerged from behind the bar with a tankard of wine. He wasn’t moving, as she leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder and the wine on the table near his hand. I watched intently as she whispered something into his ear, stirring him. He grumbled, gripping the tankard, nosily gulping down the wine before the wench glided away.

Leaning over the moldy bar, I tossed a coin to the serving wench. She was beautiful. Raven black hair hung in rings around her radiant face, hazel green eyes stared back at me with a challenge and a twinkling smile.

“Yes M’Lord, what can I do for you?” Her voice was lilting as she swayed towards me, tucking the gold coin into her waistband, and handing me a tankard of Ale.

“What’s your name, wench?”

“Leah, M’Lord” She said gracing me with a glorious smile.

“I’m not paying for the ale, I’m paying for information. I want to know everything you can tell me about Brother Hubret” Tilting my head, I indicated the lump of humanity slumped over the table, wrapped in coarse brown cloth. Her eyes changed and the smile faded instantly. Warily she drew back her hand and stood facing me.

“He’s just the Friar, M’Lord.”

I reached across the bar and took hold of her by the wrist. I could feel her trembling as I hauled her forward, twisting her arm behind her back. I turned so we were both facing the slumped form of Brother Hubert. Burying my head in her hair I could smell the warmth of her skin as I growled my question into her ear.

“Do you know who I am, girl?”

“No…no, M’Lord, I…I don’t. Please, your hurting me,” she stammered.

“I am Eric Von Ross, Witch Hunter General of the Bishop of Leithunstien, and you will answer my questions girl.”

She was trying to pull away but I held her fast, fingers griping tightly into her flesh. I knew I was hurting her, and was enjoying the feel of her slender helpless body.

“He’s a good man, M’Lord: he just gets into his cups sometimes, that’s all,” she said, trying to twist away.

“By that whisper, it appears you are on better terms then that. What did you say to him, girl?” I griped her tighter, shaking her for emphasis.

“I just said that his wine was there, that all M’Lord. Now let me go!” Her tone had become belligerent and she started to struggle in earnest. The feel of her body pressed to mine was arousing, but she was not the one I was looking for, not the one I wanted.

Releasing her with a not so gentle shove forward, she turned to glare at me, hand raised ready to strike. She was magnificent in her anger, color high in her cheeks, a blaze burning in her eyes, breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. It was obvious to me that she truly didn’t know who I was, or she would be showing more respect. In an annoying way it was refreshing, not being feared.

“Careful Girl, you’re not in any trouble yet. And if you know what was good for you, you best keep it that way,” I said without mirth. “You will answer my questions or I will have you burned at the stake. Not because I suspect you of witchcraft but because you dared to threaten me, and that’s just as good as being a witch. I am in no mood to suffer you, girl. Do I make myself clear?” She lowered her hand but the menacing glare never left her eyes.

“Yes, M’Lord, I understand you very well.”

“Good, I know that Brother Hubret spends most of his time here and I want to know why?”

“He comes here M’Lord because I prepare him his meals.”

“This isn’t the Ravenswood Inn: you don’t serve food here, so why would you do that for him?”

“Because I enjoy feeding him, he’s all alone M’Lord and I… someone has to care for him, and….I don’t charge him. He’s a cantankerous curmudgeon, but a kind man M’Lord, he loves everyone.”

“Alright, you feed him. I want to know who he sees when he is here, who does he talk to?”

“All of the towns men, they always come and talk to him. He is our Friar, M’Lord, they confess their sins.”

“No women, come to talk to him here?”

“No Sir, I only started keeping bar here a few months ago M’Lord. I’ve only ever seen him with men. The town’s women usually don’t come in here, it’s a pub.”

Our attention was drawn towards the commotion at the door. Four dusty, travel worn soldiers entered. All were wearing purple sashes, indicating that they were part of the Bishops guard. Instantly, conversation ceased, as all patrons quickly finished their drinks and began to leave. The appearance of Bishops guards seemed to unsettle the townsmen. I watched them giving the solders sideways glances as they scurried out the door, leaving us alone in silence.

Out from under my intent stare, Leah moved behind the safety of the bar, as I moved forward to greet my men, herding them into the darkest corner around a low table. I tossed Leah a purse of coins and told her to bring us whatever was best in the house. Glancing over at Brother Hubret, I saw he hadn’t noticed the entrance of new boisterous voices, he barley seemed conscious.

“Finally Ross, its good to see you, we have good reports.” the tallest guard said as we clasped hands. “We have been backtracking for days knowing we would catch up to you eventually.”

Leah arrived saying nothing, placing empty tankards and several dusty green bottles of wine on the table. She eyed us skeptically before turning to go.

“Alright Marcus, lets have it, how far has she gotten. I want to know everything you have found concerning my demon.”

“We used the Inn here as our hub, Ross, and I don’t think the towns’ people liked us much” he said, waving at the last person to leave. “We have ridden a week in all directions, questioning everyone. She seems to have gone no furtherer then the town here. We can find no evidence of her evil influence or any unexplained deaths. This town and its surrounding villages, all of the men are surprisingly happy. We don’t think she’s made it this far, Ross, or the people would be more afraid, her evil presence would have corrupted them.”

Before I had a chance to answer, the silence of the pub was rent with a thundering voice. We turned and watched in amazement as the Friar came to life, flailing his arms in the air.

“God, damn thy self, for the evil you truly are! You are nothing but the Devil we worship!” Brother Hubert bellowed towards the ceiling. He lifted his tankard, seeing that it was drained, and waived for another. “You are false, I say, false, you are not God, the Pagans are right. We should not bow before you ever again!” He shamefully covered his face as Leah came close. He was moaning to himself now, rocking back and forth, begging God for forgiveness.

She came through the curtains of the back room carrying a tray of food that smelled wonderful. It was overriding the foul stench that permeated everything. Without saying a word she arranged the plates on the table. Brother Hubert dropped his hands looking at her, sniffling, tears streaking his face.

“He will never forgive my blasphemy,” Brother Hubert sobbed, “and I fear His judgments. I will burn in hell fire for all eternity. You….you are an angle sent from heaven Leah; your ascendance to paradise is assured. Bless you, Leah, bless you.”

“Don’t you worry, you’re a good kind man and God loves you, now eat your meal. I know it’s you favorite, so there is plenty for you take with you,” She said gently stroking is shoulder.

My men and I were all watching this exchange appalled and enchanted at the same time. Brother Hubert had just condemned himself in front of us, the Bishops guards and Witch Hunter General, as a heretic, we could burn him without question. The gentle kindness that Leah showed him was heartwarming, the love that glowed in her face was mesmerizing. But what was capturing our thoughts the most was the smell of the food. It was making my stomach growl and I knew that my men were hungry after their long journey. I caught her attention and waived her over.

“Girl, my men and I are hungry; bring us some of whatever you just brought the Friar. I don’t care what it is, just bring it.”

“But M’Lord…I don’t…” she stammered.

“Don’t argue, Girl, just serve us.”

She appeared moment’s later, laden with food. Plates of dark glossy stew with big chunks of meat and vegetables along with several loaves of crusty bread. The aroma alone changed our focus form the task of demon hunting to the pleasures of gastronomy and good company. It was simple fair, but was delicious beyond anything I have ever eaten before. The stew was succulent and tender, the bread perfect. I could see why the Friar was drawn to eat here if this was a good example of what he was being served. Sated we were scraping our plates and sopping up the last remains of stew, when I brought the conversation back to task, directing the course of action on the path that I wanted it to follow. My men were loyal, never questioning my motives or methods in anything, and I was counting on that same unquestioning loyalty now. I needed them as far away from this place as possible.

“I think your correct Marcus, our Succubus never made it this far. I believe she has doubled back and is now moving north. I want you to go as far as the border and then spread out. If you find anything, send word to me immediately. I’m staying here to deal with our wayward heretic. And one last thing, Marcus, if you don’t hear from me soon, come back here and burn the heretic.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. We won’t let you down, when we find her we’ll send word.” he said nodding as he left.


Yes, I thought, you do that Marcus, knowing full well that he would never find her. I loved my men and I felt terrible for betraying them in this manner, but they could never know my true motivation, my lust, or passion for my enigma. They could never know that I had fallen in love with a demon. They could never know the need I hand to find the demon who haunted my waking dreams.

They left without notice, leaving me alone with Brother Hubert. He was the center of this mystery; he was the only man within fifty miles that wasn’t visited. I had talked to everyone and come to the same conclusion, the men here were all happy. That alone was enough to arouse my interest. All of my experience told me that somehow he was the crux.

Sitting down with Brother Hubert I ordered several bottles of wine. Leah it appeared was very unhappy at this turn of events and frowned as she placed the bottles on the table. I filled our cups and pushed a full tankard into Brother Hubert’s hand, rousing him.

“Hello Brother, I’m Erik Von Ross and I have a few questions.”

His eyes came into focus and his demeanor changed instantly, even drunk, he knew who I was. He knew he was guilty of hearsay and afraid that I was there to collect him as a heretic, I could read that in his eyes. I was within my rights to burn him on a stake, and this gave me power over him.

“I want to confirm what I have been hearing form the town’s men, Friar, that they are having ‘Dreams’. Their dreams are about a woman of their deepest fantasies, a woman who will do their slightest bidding, their most depraved desires. A woman so alluring that many have taken to afternoon naps in the hopes of ‘Dreaming’ of her once more.”

“I want to know what the towns men are telling you about her, I want to know if she has appeared to you Brother Hubert.”

“It will be breaking the vow of the confessional if I tell you. I love my God and can not do that.” He said miserably.

“You will tell me what you know, Friar, or I will burn you for the heretic you are. You don’t have to tell me exactly, just give me a general idea of what is being said. That way you aren’t saying anything about anyone in particular.”

He thought hard about this for a moment, and took another long brink of wine, draining his tankard and pouring himself another. The threat and the wine were enough to loosen his tongue.

“A beautiful woman appears and loves them; she will perform their darkest desire. It is only a dream Sir. I think the men are competing on who has the best story. Each one has a wilder tale of conquest then the next man. I don’t believe them, Sir,” he said as his head began to droop forward.

“Do you know what a Succubus is Brother Hubert?”

“Yes Sir, I thought of that at first. But the men don’t die. If it was a Succubus the men would not live to tell the tale, they would have been drained to lifeless husks, once she was through with them.”

“So I take it that she has not appeared to you?”

“No Sir, I have no need of the pleasures of the flesh. It is against my vows. This is why I think it’s all lies Sir. If this was a demon, don’t you think that she would have visited me as well, considering she seems to visit every other man here? It is only a dream, a fantasy that they all share. It makes for good conversation, Sir.”

He was getting very drunk, his eyes were beginning to close, unconsciousness overtaking him as he slurred out one last question.

“Why… do you care ‘bout the townsmen’s… dreams Sir?” he asked slumping forward.

“Can you hear me Friar?” I whispered to his unconscious form, it felt good to be confessing. “I care because she came to me. She loved me, Lilith of my dreams. I love her and will possess her, just as she has possessed me, if it dams my soul to burn in hell forever. I burn for her now, Friar, I am obsesses.”

I heard a soft gasp, Leah was standing there her hand covering her mouth. The puzzle was solved! I knew the answer, and before she had a chance to move, my knife was at the Friars throat.

“Now girl, you and I are going to have a talk, lock the door and sit down.”

I saw her hesitate and pushed the knife harder against the Friars neck to draw a thin line of blood, along with a satisfying grunt of pain. That was enough to halt her; she locked the door and submissively sat across the table from me, tears forming in her eyes.

“You are my Lilith, aren’t you girl, the one in my dream? You look different buy I am sure it is you.”

“Yes Sir, I am. I appear in the form that most pleases the beholder.” she whispered.

“Then I want you to change, you will appear to me as my Lilith from now on.”

Her features changed instantly. Her dark hair turned into rings of deep shiny copper, her hazel green eyes turned glittering emerald green. There she was, my Lilith, the demon I ached for, and I had found the key to hold her, Brother Hubert.

“You will explain this all to me or I will kill him, I know you care for him succubus, so don’t push me. You will answer my questions or he dies. First question; how do you stay in human form for so long, I thought you only sprit?”

“I must feed often, Sir, it is the only way. I must… feed.” Tears formed in her eyes and she looked so mournful. I couldn’t believe that this was an evil succubus of ledged.

“Succubus kill, girl. You visit every man in the area and you haven’t killed once. You prey on the men at the Inn, and you haven’t killed. You didn’t kill me, Why?”

“I must feed to stay in this form, Sir; I have no need to kill. But I must stay in human form so I feed often. I am capable of killing, but I do not wish to kill. I feed their dreams as I feed from the men. I receive what I need and in return I give them their deepest fantasies.” She said, as slow tears rolled off her cheek.

“So you take pleasure in doing this?” I almost didn’t want to hear the answer, but I had to know.

“No, there is no pleasure in what I do. Others of my kind find pleasure in the act, but I do not, it is only survival to me” She said flatly. “Is what I do so terrible Sir? The town’s people are not frightened and the men are all happier then they have ever been. How am I hurting anyone? I fulfill their needs, their passions, and I don’t harm them.”

“Why do you need to stay in human form, Lilith?”

Ah, there was a question she didn’t want to answer; she was tensing, but careful not to make any overt movements, the knife I held to Friars neck stayed her. What she didn’t understand was that I needed her to stay in human form. I wanted her for myself. I would do anything to keep her here…with me. And if that meant killing a few townsmen, so be it.

“I need to stay in this form, Sir, because… I love Hubert.” Her eyes rested on Brother Hubert with such love that I could have killed him for that alone. “I care for him,” she said, “I feed him. I feed him without receiving anything in return. He does not see me as other men. He does not desire me only for sex. He loves me as he loves another member of his flock. He sees me as human. I love him and I can’t explain it any better then that. I love him enough to allow you to see me, to let you know my secret.”

As I watched, her form shimmered becoming translucent for a heartbeat. It was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. The look in her eyes as she watched the blade I held to Brother Hubert’s neck was filled with so much love and caring it was moving. But I had purpose that I would not waiver from.

“You need to feed, don’t you Lilith?”

“Yes Sir, I didn’t feed today. I didn’t want to leave him here alone with you. I knew who you were, and Hubert was in danger. I can’t stay like this much longer without feeding Sir.”

“How long does it take you to feed, and must they be asleep?”

“It only takes moments, Sir. No they do not need to be asleep; it just makes it easier if they think I am a dream.”

“Good. I don’t care if you love him. I don’t care if you love me, but that is preferable. What I do care about is that you submit to me, because I love you. You will submit to me in any fashion that I see fit, or he dies. You will only feed from me now. Do you understand? And know this Lilith, if anything happens to me, my men will be back, and the Friar will die. He was the last person of interest to us and I left instructions” I said lowering my knife.

“So do you understand the terms of your loves survival?”

“Yes. I must submit to you or he dies.”

Before I knew what was happening, I was dreaming. Lilith was underneath me, legs firmly wrapped around my waist as I pumped my lustful seed deep within her undulating body, the bliss that I had known once before, overtaking me. As quickly as we began it was over, the real world was coming back into focus. We were sitting as we were moments before. I knew I was a damned soul; I would do anything now to keep her in human form and in my life.

To her horror, I undressed and sat down, uncaring if the Friar woke up.

“Now my beautiful Lilith, a taste of real life, I want to see that magnificent nude body of yours over my knees. I want to watch as you undress and come to me, you’re going to lay yourself across my knees and not say a word”

My pleasure soared as she submitted to me, slowly removing her clothing. She was round and voluptuous, skin glowing in the flickering light of the fireplace. My eyes never left her as she laid her warm nude body over my legs. I ran a hand through her hair, grasping thick silky locks and holding tightly. I caressed her round bottom with my other hand, feeling the smooth, firm coolness of her skin before applying a few light smacks. I continued spanking until she was crying, her tears exciting me beyond belief. The feel of her squirming body on my legs and under my hand was thrilling. I watched as her rapidly reddening fundament warmed under my hand, bouncing as I applied each loving smack.

“I have ached for you ever since you first came to me, now you will learn to ach for me. This Lilith,” I said as I rubbed her hot round bottom, “was for taking something from me without permission, something you will never do again.”

Lifting her by the hair, I pushed her backwards onto the table, her head almost touching the hands of drunken Friar. Tears were running down her cheeks as I pushed her legs apart and back.

“Don’t move, I want look at you, because your mine now, and will worship only me.”

I watched as her beautiful body was racked with sobs of humiliation, being displayed like this. Dangerous as she knew she was trapped, and I was savoring the moment. I had tamed my Demon, and I was elated, aroused beyond belief.

“Now, Lilith,” I said, fingering her clit, and sliding three fingers into her cunt “you will never take anything from me again. From now on, I will feed you…..in the flesh, and you will learn pleasure.”

I drove myself into her as far as I could go, grinding my way in. She was warm….and to my surprise, wet. Her body rocked, as I took my pleasure from her body, her tears driving me on. She had turned her head and was looking at the Friar she loved, submitting to me to save his life. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head as a low groan escaped her throat.

“Yes, Lilith, this is what it is like to be feed in the flesh, so much better then in dreams.” I could feel her cunt start to spasm, grasping onto my cock. Her eyes snapped open in confusion as her hips started to grind back into me. Her face was a mask of raw lust, as she screamed with her first orgasm.

Pleasure shot up my spine, as I erupted into her cunt, filling her with my cum. I watched as her as her skin became more luminous, more “real,” as she feed.

“That my lovely Lilith is how you will receive what you need to survive form now on.”

She is all mine now, I thought, mine alone. And I loved her.
Alright, here is my first pubic story…..lol Blame it all on Mad Lews.





Sitting in the The Boar’s Head Pub, I was contemplating the smell. Dank and musty, the smell of rotting wood mixed with fetid bodies and ancient layers of spilled wine and ale. The smoke from the fireplace hung in the air like the spirit I was trying to catch, always there but elusive. There were several knots of men gathered around small tables, happily drinking and engaging in reckless banter. My prey was here, I knew it, I could feel it with every instinct I had. She was here, my enigma, I had been tracking her for months, her trail ended here.

I watched the Friar through the dirty glass window, uncaring that he was mired in the muck of midden-heap, trudging on, waving his fist in the air, before bursting into the pub. The floor creaked as he staggered across the pub, pushing past the other patrons and plopping himself onto the first stool available, waiving for wine. A stream of unintelligible, slurred oaths, issued from his mouth, before slumping forward onto the table. The patrons seemed so accustomed to this behavior, no one gave him a second glance. The only one paying attention to him was the bar wench, her eyes never left him.

Even before the Friar had his arm down, the svelte beauty emerged from behind the bar with a tankard of wine. He wasn’t moving, as she leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder and the wine on the table near his hand. I watched intently as she whispered something into his ear, stirring him. He grumbled, gripping the tankard, nosily gulping down the wine before the wench glided away.

Leaning over the moldy bar, I tossed a coin to the serving wench. She was beautiful. Raven black hair hung in rings around her radiant face, hazel green eyes stared back at me with a challenge and a twinkling smile.

“Yes M’Lord, what can I do for you?” Her voice was lilting as she swayed towards me, tucking the gold coin into her waistband, and handing me a tankard of Ale.

“What’s your name, wench?”

“Leah, M’Lord” She said gracing me with a glorious smile.

“I’m not paying for the ale, I’m paying for information. I want to know everything you can tell me about Brother Hubret” Tilting my head, I indicated the lump of humanity slumped over the table, wrapped in coarse brown cloth. Her eyes changed and the smile faded instantly. Warily she drew back her hand and stood facing me.

“He’s just the Friar, M’Lord.”

I reached across the bar and took hold of her by the wrist. I could feel her trembling as I hauled her forward, twisting her arm behind her back. I turned so we were both facing the slumped form of Brother Hubert. Burying my head in her hair I could smell the warmth of her skin as I growled my question into her ear.

“Do you know who I am, girl?”

“No…no, M’Lord, I…I don’t. Please, your hurting me,” she stammered.

“I am Eric Von Ross, Witch Hunter General of the Bishop of Leithunstien, and you will answer my questions girl.”

She was trying to pull away but I held her fast, fingers griping tightly into her flesh. I knew I was hurting her, and was enjoying the feel of her slender helpless body.

“He’s a good man, M’Lord: he just gets into his cups sometimes, that’s all,” she said, trying to twist away.

“By that whisper, it appears you are on better terms then that. What did you say to him, girl?” I griped her tighter, shaking her for emphasis.

“I just said that his wine was there, that all M’Lord. Now let me go!” Her tone had become belligerent and she started to struggle in earnest. The feel of her body pressed to mine was arousing, but she was not the one I was looking for, not the one I wanted.

Releasing her with a not so gentle shove forward, she turned to glare at me, hand raised ready to strike. She was magnificent in her anger, color high in her cheeks, a blaze burning in her eyes, breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. It was obvious to me that she truly didn’t know who I was, or she would be showing more respect. In an annoying way it was refreshing, not being feared.

“Careful Girl, you’re not in any trouble yet. And if you know what was good for you, you best keep it that way,” I said without mirth. “You will answer my questions or I will have you burned at the stake. Not because I suspect you of witchcraft but because you dared to threaten me, and that’s just as good as being a witch. I am in no mood to suffer you, girl. Do I make myself clear?” She lowered her hand but the menacing glare never left her eyes.

“Yes, M’Lord, I understand you very well.”

“Good, I know that Brother Hubret spends most of his time here and I want to know why?”

“He comes here M’Lord because I prepare him his meals.”

“This isn’t the Ravenswood Inn: you don’t serve food here, so why would you do that for him?”

“Because I enjoy feeding him, he’s all alone M’Lord and I… someone has to care for him, and….I don’t charge him. He’s a cantankerous curmudgeon, but a kind man M’Lord, he loves everyone.”

“Alright, you feed him. I want to know who he sees when he is here, who does he talk to?”

“All of the towns men, they always come and talk to him. He is our Friar, M’Lord, they confess their sins.”

“No women, come to talk to him here?”

“No Sir, I only started keeping bar here a few months ago M’Lord. I’ve only ever seen him with men. The town’s women usually don’t come in here, it’s a pub.”

Our attention was drawn towards the commotion at the door. Four dusty, travel worn soldiers entered. All were wearing purple sashes, indicating that they were part of the Bishops guard. Instantly, conversation ceased, as all patrons quickly finished their drinks and began to leave. The appearance of Bishops guards seemed to unsettle the townsmen. I watched them giving the solders sideways glances as they scurried out the door, leaving us alone in silence.

Out from under my intent stare, Leah moved behind the safety of the bar, as I moved forward to greet my men, herding them into the darkest corner around a low table. I tossed Leah a purse of coins and told her to bring us whatever was best in the house. Glancing over at Brother Hubret, I saw he hadn’t noticed the entrance of new boisterous voices, he barley seemed conscious.

“Finally Ross, its good to see you, we have good reports.” the tallest guard said as we clasped hands. “We have been backtracking for days knowing we would catch up to you eventually.”

Leah arrived saying nothing, placing empty tankards and several dusty green bottles of wine on the table. She eyed us skeptically before turning to go.

“Alright Marcus, lets have it, how far has she gotten. I want to know everything you have found concerning my demon.”

“We used the Inn here as our hub, Ross, and I don’t think the towns’ people liked us much” he said, waving at the last person to leave. “We have ridden a week in all directions, questioning everyone. She seems to have gone no furtherer then the town here. We can find no evidence of her evil influence or any unexplained deaths. This town and its surrounding villages, all of the men are surprisingly happy. We don’t think she’s made it this far, Ross, or the people would be more afraid, her evil presence would have corrupted them.”

Before I had a chance to answer, the silence of the pub was rent with a thundering voice. We turned and watched in amazement as the Friar came to life, flailing his arms in the air.

“God, damn thy self, for the evil you truly are! You are nothing but the Devil we worship!” Brother Hubert bellowed towards the ceiling. He lifted his tankard, seeing that it was drained, and waived for another. “You are false, I say, false, you are not God, the Pagans are right. We should not bow before you ever again!” He shamefully covered his face as Leah came close. He was moaning to himself now, rocking back and forth, begging God for forgiveness.

She came through the curtains of the back room carrying a tray of food that smelled wonderful. It was overriding the foul stench that permeated everything. Without saying a word she arranged the plates on the table. Brother Hubert dropped his hands looking at her, sniffling, tears streaking his face.

“He will never forgive my blasphemy,” Brother Hubert sobbed, “and I fear His judgments. I will burn in hell fire for all eternity. You….you are an angle sent from heaven Leah; your ascendance to paradise is assured. Bless you, Leah, bless you.”

“Don’t you worry, you’re a good kind man and God loves you, now eat your meal. I know it’s you favorite, so there is plenty for you take with you,” She said gently stroking is shoulder.

My men and I were all watching this exchange appalled and enchanted at the same time. Brother Hubert had just condemned himself in front of us, the Bishops guards and Witch Hunter General, as a heretic, we could burn him without question. The gentle kindness that Leah showed him was heartwarming, the love that glowed in her face was mesmerizing. But what was capturing our thoughts the most was the smell of the food. It was making my stomach growl and I knew that my men were hungry after their long journey. I caught her attention and waived her over.

“Girl, my men and I are hungry; bring us some of whatever you just brought the Friar. I don’t care what it is, just bring it.”

“But M’Lord…I don’t…” she stammered.

“Don’t argue, Girl, just serve us.”

She appeared moment’s later, laden with food. Plates of dark glossy stew with big chunks of meat and vegetables along with several loaves of crusty bread. The aroma alone changed our focus form the task of demon hunting to the pleasures of gastronomy and good company. It was simple fair, but was delicious beyond anything I have ever eaten before. The stew was succulent and tender, the bread perfect. I could see why the Friar was drawn to eat here if this was a good example of what he was being served. Sated we were scraping our plates and sopping up the last remains of stew, when I brought the conversation back to task, directing the course of action on the path that I wanted it to follow. My men were loyal, never questioning my motives or methods in anything, and I was counting on that same unquestioning loyalty now. I needed them as far away from this place as possible.

“I think your correct Marcus, our Succubus never made it this far. I believe she has doubled back and is now moving north. I want you to go as far as the border and then spread out. If you find anything, send word to me immediately. I’m staying here to deal with our wayward heretic. And one last thing, Marcus, if you don’t hear from me soon, come back here and burn the heretic.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. We won’t let you down, when we find her we’ll send word.” he said nodding as he left.


Yes, I thought, you do that Marcus, knowing full well that he would never find her. I loved my men and I felt terrible for betraying them in this manner, but they could never know my true motivation, my lust, or passion for my enigma. They could never know that I had fallen in love with a demon. They could never know the need I hand to find the demon who haunted my waking dreams.

They left without notice, leaving me alone with Brother Hubert. He was the center of this mystery; he was the only man within fifty miles that wasn’t visited. I had talked to everyone and come to the same conclusion, the men here were all happy. That alone was enough to arouse my interest. All of my experience told me that somehow he was the crux.

Sitting down with Brother Hubert I ordered several bottles of wine. Leah it appeared was very unhappy at this turn of events and frowned as she placed the bottles on the table. I filled our cups and pushed a full tankard into Brother Hubert’s hand, rousing him.

“Hello Brother, I’m Erik Von Ross and I have a few questions.”

His eyes came into focus and his demeanor changed instantly, even drunk, he knew who I was. He knew he was guilty of hearsay and afraid that I was there to collect him as a heretic, I could read that in his eyes. I was within my rights to burn him on a stake, and this gave me power over him.

“I want to confirm what I have been hearing form the town’s men, Friar, that they are having ‘Dreams’. Their dreams are about a woman of their deepest fantasies, a woman who will do their slightest bidding, their most depraved desires. A woman so alluring that many have taken to afternoon naps in the hopes of ‘Dreaming’ of her once more.”

“I want to know what the towns men are telling you about her, I want to know if she has appeared to you Brother Hubert.”

“It will be breaking the vow of the confessional if I tell you. I love my God and can not do that.” He said miserably.

“You will tell me what you know, Friar, or I will burn you for the heretic you are. You don’t have to tell me exactly, just give me a general idea of what is being said. That way you aren’t saying anything about anyone in particular.”

He thought hard about this for a moment, and took another long brink of wine, draining his tankard and pouring himself another. The threat and the wine were enough to loosen his tongue.

“A beautiful woman appears and loves them; she will perform their darkest desire. It is only a dream Sir. I think the men are competing on who has the best story. Each one has a wilder tale of conquest then the next man. I don’t believe them, Sir,” he said as his head began to droop forward.

“Do you know what a Succubus is Brother Hubert?”

“Yes Sir, I thought of that at first. But the men don’t die. If it was a Succubus the men would not live to tell the tale, they would have been drained to lifeless husks, once she was through with them.”

“So I take it that she has not appeared to you?”

“No Sir, I have no need of the pleasures of the flesh. It is against my vows. This is why I think it’s all lies Sir. If this was a demon, don’t you think that she would have visited me as well, considering she seems to visit every other man here? It is only a dream, a fantasy that they all share. It makes for good conversation, Sir.”

He was getting very drunk, his eyes were beginning to close, unconsciousness overtaking him as he slurred out one last question.

“Why… do you care ‘bout the townsmen’s… dreams Sir?” he asked slumping forward.

“Can you hear me Friar?” I whispered to his unconscious form, it felt good to be confessing. “I care because she came to me. She loved me, Lilith of my dreams. I love her and will possess her, just as she has possessed me, if it dams my soul to burn in hell forever. I burn for her now, Friar, I am obsesses.”

I heard a soft gasp, Leah was standing there her hand covering her mouth. The puzzle was solved! I knew the answer, and before she had a chance to move, my knife was at the Friars throat.

“Now girl, you and I are going to have a talk, lock the door and sit down.”

I saw her hesitate and pushed the knife harder against the Friars neck to draw a thin line of blood, along with a satisfying grunt of pain. That was enough to halt her; she locked the door and submissively sat across the table from me, tears forming in her eyes.

“You are my Lilith, aren’t you girl, the one in my dream? You look different buy I am sure it is you.”

“Yes Sir, I am. I appear in the form that most pleases the beholder.” she whispered.

“Then I want you to change, you will appear to me as my Lilith from now on.”

Her features changed instantly. Her dark hair turned into rings of deep shiny copper, her hazel green eyes turned glittering emerald green. There she was, my Lilith, the demon I ached for, and I had found the key to hold her, Brother Hubert.

“You will explain this all to me or I will kill him, I know you care for him succubus, so don’t push me. You will answer my questions or he dies. First question; how do you stay in human form for so long, I thought you only sprit?”

“I must feed often, Sir, it is the only way. I must… feed.” Tears formed in her eyes and she looked so mournful. I couldn’t believe that this was an evil succubus of ledged.

“Succubus kill, girl. You visit every man in the area and you haven’t killed once. You prey on the men at the Inn, and you haven’t killed. You didn’t kill me, Why?”

“I must feed to stay in this form, Sir; I have no need to kill. But I must stay in human form so I feed often. I am capable of killing, but I do not wish to kill. I feed their dreams as I feed from the men. I receive what I need and in return I give them their deepest fantasies.” She said, as slow tears rolled off her cheek.

“So you take pleasure in doing this?” I almost didn’t want to hear the answer, but I had to know.

“No, there is no pleasure in what I do. Others of my kind find pleasure in the act, but I do not, it is only survival to me” She said flatly. “Is what I do so terrible Sir? The town’s people are not frightened and the men are all happier then they have ever been. How am I hurting anyone? I fulfill their needs, their passions, and I don’t harm them.”

“Why do you need to stay in human form, Lilith?”

Ah, there was a question she didn’t want to answer; she was tensing, but careful not to make any overt movements, the knife I held to Friars neck stayed her. What she didn’t understand was that I needed her to stay in human form. I wanted her for myself. I would do anything to keep her here…with me. And if that meant killing a few townsmen, so be it.

“I need to stay in this form, Sir, because… I love Hubert.” Her eyes rested on Brother Hubert with such love that I could have killed him for that alone. “I care for him,” she said, “I feed him. I feed him without receiving anything in return. He does not see me as other men. He does not desire me only for sex. He loves me as he loves another member of his flock. He sees me as human. I love him and I can’t explain it any better then that. I love him enough to allow you to see me, to let you know my secret.”

As I watched, her form shimmered becoming translucent for a heartbeat. It was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. The look in her eyes as she watched the blade I held to Brother Hubert’s neck was filled with so much love and caring it was moving. But I had purpose that I would not waiver from.

“You need to feed, don’t you Lilith?”

“Yes Sir, I didn’t feed today. I didn’t want to leave him here alone with you. I knew who you were, and Hubert was in danger. I can’t stay like this much longer without feeding Sir.”

“How long does it take you to feed, and must they be asleep?”

“It only takes moments, Sir. No they do not need to be asleep; it just makes it easier if they think I am a dream.”

“Good. I don’t care if you love him. I don’t care if you love me, but that is preferable. What I do care about is that you submit to me, because I love you. You will submit to me in any fashion that I see fit, or he dies. You will only feed from me now. Do you understand? And know this Lilith, if anything happens to me, my men will be back, and the Friar will die. He was the last person of interest to us and I left instructions” I said lowering my knife.

“So do you understand the terms of your loves survival?”

“Yes. I must submit to you or he dies.”

Before I knew what was happening, I was dreaming. Lilith was underneath me, legs firmly wrapped around my waist as I pumped my lustful seed deep within her undulating body, the bliss that I had known once before, overtaking me. As quickly as we began it was over, the real world was coming back into focus. We were sitting as we were moments before. I knew I was a damned soul; I would do anything now to keep her in human form and in my life.

To her horror, I undressed and sat down, uncaring if the Friar woke up.

“Now my beautiful Lilith, a taste of real life, I want to see that magnificent nude body of yours over my knees. I want to watch as you undress and come to me, you’re going to lay yourself across my knees and not say a word”

My pleasure soared as she submitted to me, slowly removing her clothing. She was round and voluptuous, skin glowing in the flickering light of the fireplace. My eyes never left her as she laid her warm nude body over my legs. I ran a hand through her hair, grasping thick silky locks and holding tightly. I caressed her round bottom with my other hand, feeling the smooth, firm coolness of her skin before applying a few light smacks. I continued spanking until she was crying, her tears exciting me beyond belief. The feel of her squirming body on my legs and under my hand was thrilling. I watched as her rapidly reddening fundament warmed under my hand, bouncing as I applied each loving smack.

“I have ached for you ever since you first came to me, now you will learn to ach for me. This Lilith,” I said as I rubbed her hot round bottom, “was for taking something from me without permission, something you will never do again.”

Lifting her by the hair, I pushed her backwards onto the table, her head almost touching the hands of drunken Friar. Tears were running down her cheeks as I pushed her legs apart and back.

“Don’t move, I want look at you, because your mine now, and will worship only me.”

I watched as her beautiful body was racked with sobs of humiliation, being displayed like this. Dangerous as she knew she was trapped, and I was savoring the moment. I had tamed my Demon, and I was elated, aroused beyond belief.

“Now, Lilith,” I said, fingering her clit, and sliding three fingers into her cunt “you will never take anything from me again. From now on, I will feed you…..in the flesh, and you will learn pleasure.”

I drove myself into her as far as I could go, grinding my way in. She was warm….and to my surprise, wet. Her body rocked, as I took my pleasure from her body, her tears driving me on. She had turned her head and was looking at the Friar she loved, submitting to me to save his life. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head as a low groan escaped her throat.

“Yes, Lilith, this is what it is like to be feed in the flesh, so much better then in dreams.” I could feel her cunt start to spasm, grasping onto my cock. Her eyes snapped open in confusion as her hips started to grind back into me. Her face was a mask of raw lust, as she screamed with her first orgasm.

Pleasure shot up my spine, as I erupted into her cunt, filling her with my cum. I watched as her as her skin became more luminous, more “real,” as she feed.

“That my lovely Lilith is how you will receive what you need to survive form now on.”

She is all mine now, I thought, mine alone. And I loved her.

-By Thrall

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