; ; This was inspired by "From Whose Borne No Traveler Returns/Lilith" by ; Trey Galant and myself It imagines what might happen as the aftermath ; of a situation portrayed in the former story.
; ; Slowly, like an Artic dawn, consciousness seeped back into Rod's ; addled but contented brain. He attempted to open his eyes, but soon ; gave up the effort. He felt weak, as if suffering from a high fever. ; That would explain the wild delusions he half remembered. He tried to ; recall them, but all he could manage were feelings - fear, warmth, ; protection. Soon even this effort exhausted him and he drifted back ; to sleep.
; ; The next time he awoke, he managed to open his eyes fully. Light fell ; through the window at a sharp angle, indicating mid-day. Rod was ; rather proud of himself for this deduction. He must have been ; unconscious -- it didn't feel like mere sleep -- for many hours, or ; could it be days? He wasn't strong enough to lift his head, but he ; could roll it from side to side to gain some idea of his surroundings. ; The bed where he lay was in a rather sumptuous room -- heavy curtains, ; dark wood, cabinets and chests around the walls. That seemed to rule ; out a hospital and injury in an accident. He had been driving last ; night, or that night, right? Yes, driving in the snowstorm when the ; car broke down. He tried to remember more. The large, dark house on ; the hill, a woman, who had made him feel warm and safe and then so ; sleepy. Yes, sleepy. The memory lulled him and he closed his eyes ; again in slumber.
; ; When Rod opened his eyes the next time, he realized he had eaten, or ; had been fed. A tray was beside the bed with what looked like the ; remains of soup and an empty glass. Morning light entered the room. ; Another day, at least, had passed and he felt stronger. The room was ; the same, but different as if it had been tidied up. A hint of ; perfume hung in the air, the perfume of the woman who made him feel so ; warm and sleepy and -- that was it - horny. His cock stirred as he ; remembered her smile, the cleft of her breasts, the thin gown that ; clung to her voluptuous body. She was indefinitely older than he and ; exuded an air of having had many men and of wanting him. He ; remembered a feeling of danger, of knowing he should not to look at ; her, but she had wanted him to look; her smile, her eyes, her body had ; MADE him look. It was so confusing - and arousing -- thinking was ; difficult. He relented for a while and lay still absorbing the peace ; and healing and slight arousal he felt surrounding him.
; ; He was not aware of having drifted off again, but when he turned over ; he saw a different plate on the tray and he was wearing a different ; pajama. He felt refreshed, as if he had been bathed. The perfume was ; stronger and he sensed it emanated from the other side of the bed, ; which was rumpled. He tried again to remember what had happened that ; night. Scenes without before and after floated into his mind. The ; warmth, feeling protected, the woman's strong arms holding him to her ; breasts. She had cooed as he fondled and suckled her breasts. And ; she had been on top of him, making love to him, coming to multiple ; orgasms before making him shoot his seed into her. Later or before? ; She had pressed a sweet liquid to his lips and told him to sleep. He ; didn't want to drink. He somehow knew it was drugged, he didn't want ; her to put him to sleep, but she was touching his penis as she spoke ; and it felt too good to refuse her. She smiled as he sipped the ; liquid and she laid him back. She spoke in a dreamy singsong as ; drowsiness overtook him. He felt more and more at ease and allowed ; her to cuddle him close to herself. Fighting sleep, he succumbed in ; her arms, his head buried in her breasts as she gently fondled him.
; ; Again he awoke without knowing how long he slept. The curtains were ; drawn closed, but he believed it was day. His strength was definitely ; returning. He felt able to sit up. He tried to do so, but fell back. ; Immediately he realized it was not from weakness; he was tied to the ; bed. Soft cuffs on his writs and ankles were attached to the four ; corners of the bed by strong cords. They had sufficient play to allow ; him to turn to each side and were not really uncomfortable, but he was ; restrained. He was a prisoner!
; ; Panic flared and he again tried to sit up, then to pull hard on the ; cords. He only succeeded in setting off a chime alarm. Continued ; pulling led to nothing. The chime stopped.
; ; "Good morning, love," said a recorded voice. "I'm glad you are ; feeling stronger and I am sorry I can't be with you right now. Please ; forgive my having to restrain you. I have to ensure you stay with me ; and, as I both feared and hoped, taming your will has taken longer ; than the recovery of your strength. Please don't tire yourself in ; fruitless struggle, my sweet. I've only done this to make sure you ; don't leave me. Just relax and in a few days I can free you from ; these bonds."
; ; The woman's calm voice, Sabah's voice -- he remembered her name -- ; only set him to more desperate struggle. The chime sounded again.
; ; "Oh, my pretty lover, I don't want to have to do this, but I cannot ; let you continue struggling that way. You will only exhaust and harm ; yourself. I want your strength for myself, not wasted futilely. ; Since you did not willing do as I told you to rest and relax, I must ; make you do it, my angel; I must make you sleep."
; ; Rod continued to struggle without effect. "Now, now, sweetheart, ; please do not struggle. Do you smell something different, a little ; bit sweet, seeping up from your pillow? Don't worry. It's just a ; light anesthetic, darling. Don't you already feel more relaxed? ; Getting a little drowsy? It's a very special sleepy gas, honey that ; should put you in a peaceful, happy mood. Peaceful and happy and ; something else, darling."
; ; The voice paused "Breath deeply my love. Are you starting to feel ; good? And horny? I have a few more things to tell you, dear, and ; nothing gets a man relaxed and in a mood to do as he is told like a ; good come darling. If I were there, I would make soft sleepy love to ; you and you would not be able to hold your eyes open. But I'm not ; there, so the gas must do my work for me. It's getting bad, isn't it ; honey, being so horny? You need to come, but you don't have my warm ; wet pussy to pleasure you. But you know what you can do; you'll just ; have to get yourself off and go to sleep."
; ; Rod seemed to shudder with the effort to ignore the seductively ; dominant voice that had his prick was twitching helplessly. "No ; ... wrong ...can't give in ... don't want to listen ... don't want to ; sleep," he protested, half consciously.
; ; "No, dear, it cannot be wrong to listen to me, to give in to me. It ; would be wrong if you pleasured yourself instead of me. It would be ; wrong to please yourself alone if I were there and wanted you to stuff ; your big cock up my pussy, to fill me with your thick jism, if I ; wanted to drink your sweet cum as I pleasured you with my mouth, or ; even if I wanted to give you a hand job just to see you close your ; pretty eyes in helpless ecstasy for me. But I'm not there. So you ; will make yourself come for me."
; ; Rod's face was set with determination "No, no!" he muttered, but the ; voice ignored him.
; ; "There's a tube of lubricant under your pillow, darling. Use a lot of ; it on your hand; it will make it so much nicer when you slide your ; slick hand up and down your cock to cum for me." Rod lay motionless. ; "Better hurry honey. The gas must be making you sleepier and I don't ; what you to go to sleep frustrated. Frustration makes you hard and ; difficult. I want you soft and easy, your mind soft and saturated ; with the pleasure of a nice big come, unresisting, easy for my words ; to penetrate. Do it darling! You know how much you need it."
; ; Shaking his head in defeat, Rod slowly reached under the pillow and ; took out the tube, squeezing a generous portion of the ointment onto ; his trembling hand. Dazed by lust and the ever-present weakness, Rod ; did not wonder how the voice seemed to know what he was doing or to ; notice the sensors on his body that could have supplied the answer. ; He gasped as he took his hard, thick cock in his slippery hand.
; ; The voice took note and spoke, "That's the way my poor horny darling, ; slide it up and down your prick big and hard for me. Make yourself ; feel good, sweetie ... that's it. Make believe it's me pleasuring ; you. See my big tits bouncing as I ride you. Feel my soft wide ass ; in your hands as you guide me. It's my warm wet pussy that's making ; you feel so good, so relaxed. That's it, darling, you're getting ; closer. So sleepy, so horny, so close. You feel it, don't you ; darling. Come ... now ... for ME."
; ; "Sabah, Oh Sabah ... Sabah ... Sabah" Rod groaned as thick ropes of ; jism soiled his pajama. His hand fell slack and his head lolled in ; unconsciousness. The instruments detected the fall in blood pressure, ; the decelerating heartbeat. "Yes, my precious. You've had a good ; come. Now you are drained, tranquil and sated. No thoughts, no ; frustrations, love. Now you can go to sleep, a deep, deep sleep, my ; angel. Sleep ... sleep ...sleep," the voice died away as a faint ; empty smile passed over Rod's face. The hiss of subliminal ; instructions began again.
; ; *****
; ; This time Rod felt different when he awoke, stronger and energetic, ; but more peaceful. At a sound, he turned and saw the woman came in ; with a tray. This was the Sabah he remembered. Taller than he even ; without the heels, she wore a short tunic that fell loosely around her ; abundant yet perfectly feminine form. Something of her confident ; smile confirmed she was a decade or two his senior, though she was ; untouched by wrinkle or line. The food she placed before him was ; different -- meat, potatoes, a large salad. A carafe of wine sat by ; the plate. Without consciously remembering he knew that before he had ; eaten only soups and liquids. "Sabah?" he questioned.
; ; "Shh, love. Eat. Regain strength. Time enough for answers later." ; He saw he was still bound, but did as she told him. He was famished ; and ate and drank heartily. "Finish your wine, too, sweet," she ; grinned as the last morsels of food disappeared. He looked at her ; with apprehension. "Go on. What are you afraid of? That I'll get ; you tipsy and take advantage of you?" she grinned. He accepted the ; glass from her hand and drank obediently.
; ; "Why this, Sabah" he asked holding up an arm, a bond hanging in a ; curve to the bedpost.
; ; "Symbolic, my pet. Do you see how you are bound?"
; ; "Silk scarves."
; ; "MY silk scarves. But they are loose. Couldn't you slip out of ; them?"
; ; "Of course," he replied confidently.
; ; "Then do so ... if you wish."
; ; Rod began to pull on the scarf looped around his left hand when he ; felt the fingers of his right hand grow tingly as if "asleep." Slowly ; the weakness spread up his arm until he could hardly hold it up, much ; less free himself. "I ... I can't," he said with a mixture of wonder ; and a little fear. "I am still a prisoner."
; ; "No, Rod. You could leave if you wanted to. You can't slip the bonds ; because you don't really want to leave me. The ties mean you belong ; to me. You want to belong to me."
; ; "'Belong?'"
; ; "Yes, you belong to me because I rescued you from the storm. Do you ; remember the storm? How terrified you were?"
; ; A storm. Yes he remembered a storm. He supposed he had been ; terrified. He nodded.
; ; "And you remember how cold and wet you were? You had nowhere else to ; go. I took you in."
; ; Yes, he remembered the wet and cold and this beautiful woman who ; opened the door. He nodded.
; ; "We sat on the couch and talked and I made you drink tea. And then do ; you remember what happened?"
; ; Rod paused, ashamed of himself as the memory returned. "I ... I got ; aroused," he almost whispered.
; ; "I GOT you aroused," she grinned. "Yes, I opened my gown to let you ; see my titties and like a naughty boy you couldn't keep your eyes off ; them. And when I spread my legs a little, you kept trying to see if I ; had on panties. You were very horny, weren't you?"
; ; "Yes ma'am," he admitted, his cock stirring.
; ; "I could see your cock getting big, but I didn't get mad at you, did ; I?"
; ; "No ma'am."
; ; "Of course I wasn't mad, Rod. I know what happens to healthy young ; men who are alone in a cozy room with a sexy older woman. I wanted to ; arose you. I wanted to make you so horny you'd want me to fuck you. ; And I did, didn't you?"
; ; "Not exactly."
; ; She smiled. "Well, of course your male ego made you try to resist ; being seduced. You thought you should take the initiative. And you ; were a little bit frightened of me. But I got you over that, didn't ; I. Do you remember how?
; ; Rod could not speak for embarrassment.
; ; "Don't feel ashamed, love. A horny man can't resist a woman who ; offers him her pussy to eat. You did love eating me, didn't you?"
; ; "Yes ma'am," he agreed.
; ; "That's right, Rod. And you did me so well, so naturally. And when ; you finished, my dear, you were so drugged on my pussy juice, you were ; helpless when I mounted you. You had never had a woman take you from ; on top, had you?"
; ; "No ma'am."
; ; "But you loved it when I made love to you that way? Loved the ; helpless, vulnerable feeling of being taken and used, used to pleasure ; me?"
; ; "Yes ma'am."
; ; "And that's why you will be happy being my mate, belonging to me, ; making me happy, satisfying my needs."
; ; "Your needs?" a little smile animated Rod's face.
; ; "Oh, those needs too, my refractory lover. Yes I need a good fuck as ; much as the next woman, much more, in fact, and I don't always want to ; be on top. Sometimes I'll let you please me with that big prick of ; yours, just being my man, pounding me through so many orgasms I loose ; control. But I have other needs, too. You will learn more about that ; in due course, my pet. Fortunately, you do not need to understand my ; needs to service me. You did so the night I first took you. Since ; then I have been nursing your strength back. I think you are strong ; enough for little feeding."
; ; "'Feeding?'"
; ; "It's an analogy, dear. I need energy, sexual energy. When you come ; with me, I can choose to grasp the energy of our orgasm. The stronger ; you are, the more often you can satisfy me ... in every way." She ; grinned.
; ; "You take my energy?" Rod replied in what would have been a protest ; had he not been so confused.
; ; "But it's my energy, too, Rod, because you belong to me, right?
; ; "I guess," he replied, hardly thinking.
; ; "And I always make it feel good to give it to me, don't I," she asked ; and reached over to touch his half-erect penis.
; ; "Oh, yes!" he gasped as a thrill ran through him.
; ; "Would you let me feed a little now? It will be different this time. ; Before I took what I needed. You were helpless and could not refuse. ; I don't want it that way and I hope you do not"
; ; "Sabah!" he sighed as she continued to fondle him.
; ; "I want more than a slave, Rod, more than your wonderful body, more ; than your raw energy. I want you to give yourself to me."
; ; Rod looked up at her. Fear and lust battled for his soul.
; ; "Of course you would, my angel, because I'm making you horny again, ; making you want to come. But you are still too weak to give me much. ; Let's just make this a snack," she giggled. "How do you like this, my ; darling?" And without waiting for a reply, she dropped her mouth on ; to Rod's fully erect member. The aroused young man could only moan ; his pleasure as Sabah's warm wet mouth slid rapidly up and down his ; engorged cock. She was not interested in prolonging his orgasm and ; his teased body responded rapidly. In seconds Rod was filling Sabah's ; mouth with spurt after spurt of come, which she skillfully swallowed. ; The familiar taste and inflowing energy triggered her own powerful ; orgasm.
; ; When her head cleared and she felt his final drops ooze out, Sabah ; removed her mouth from his cock and slid softly into the bed beside ; him. Freeing his limbs from the now un-needed restraints, gently she ; kissed him, letting him taste his own spend in her mouth, but Rod was ; too overwhelmed to respond. "Thank you, my darling," she whispered. ; "Now you are truly mine and you were as sweet as I knew you would be. ; Now you must rest." A slight tensing showed a flicker of instinctual ; resistance but Sabah quickly stifled it with a kiss and pulled Rod's ; nodding head to her ample bosom. "Yes, like that, my baby. Snuggle ; close to me, in my arms. Let me take care of you, my precious. Sleep ; with me Rod. Sleep, my darling, ... sleep."
; ; Sabah placed a firm breast to Rod's mouth and smiled as the young man ; unconsciously tried to suckle from her erect nipple as he gradually ; grew still. Minutes later when her own practiced hand had sent a ; final wave of pleasure surging over her, Sabah snuggled against Rod's ; hard chest and closed her eyes. Soon both were cuddled together, ; sleeping so peacefully entwined that who could tell if the handsome ; young man or the beautiful older woman was the slave. ; ; ;