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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 10 (FD Mast CB Magic)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 21:10:03 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!



The Wicked Game Chronicles:
Book 1.
The Devil and Mr Brownlow.
(Part 10.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic




I didn't go back to the office but walked sluggishly back to my apartment, 
my mind confused. Sitting on my sofa I nervously wondered what my greed for 
success had got me into.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang and a female voice told me to be upstairs 
within ten minutes. Slowly, I went to the upstairs apartment, stripped and 
waited. A key in the door and Judy Daimon, appearing ravishingly beautiful 
in a simple grey skirt, hose and blouse, entered with a hard smile on her 
face.

"You!" I gasped.

"Hello, Christopher. Looking good," she grinned, looking me up and down.

The emotions connected with all the events swept over me and I was on the 
verge of breaking down. "You!" I said brokenly. "You got me into this!"

She calmly sat on an easy chair, crossing her long legs. "Did I? How?"

"I didn't know you were a hooker!"

A throaty laugh escaped her. "A hooker? Interesting. I thought there was 
champagne?" she said, looking around. Grudgingly, I poured a glass and 
handed it at her and, as she took it, she grinned at my metal chastity 
device. "Lucy can be a real bitch," she giggled and I started to sit down. 
"I didn't tell you to sit!" she snapped and I quickly stood up. "Kneel 
here," she said and I knelt next to her legs as she smiled down at me. 
Slowly, she parted her legs and I stared at the crotch of her white panties 
underneath her tan pantyhose.

"I didn't realise how easily men could be controlled until," she paused and 
smiled coldly, "I evolved."  My cock ached as I stared under her skirt. "I 
guess that hurts," she taunted and I nodded slowly, unable to tear my eyes 
away. I remembered Ms Duivel's pronouncement that "hookers don't wear 
panties". Reluctantly, I watched her panties disappear as she closed her 
legs.

"Christopher, I'm not a hooker." I gaped at her in shock. "Lucy and I work 
together. We do deals, interesting deals. Every time you deal with us, you 
lose more and more control until you give us all of your essence. Look at 
this," She drew a red velvet jewellery case from her handbag, snapped it 
open and revealed a thick gold chain. "Lovely, isn't it?"

"Yes," I whispered. I couldn't believe my eyes as the chain slowly rose from 
the case and moved, on its own volition, through the air to wrap itself 
around my bare throat. My fingers clutched at it but it locked itself 
tightly in place and I felt it pressing against my skin. "Very lovely," she 
said, smiling at my surprised and frightened expression.

"But," I stuttered as she calmly placed her glass on the table and stood 
before.

"Useful device," she said coldly and I felt the chain tighten and slowly 
start to choke me. Panicking, I tore at it with my fingers but it remained 
fast as I gasped for breath while it strangled me.

Suddenly, it relaxed and I fell forward, gasping and coughing as I searched 
for air. "Very useful," she said as she moved to the door. "We have a dinner 
party tomorrow night and you'll be my date. Dinner suit, please and be ready 
by six." The door closed behind her and I fought with the fear that washed 
over me.

As I dressed, a thousand crazy notions ran through my mind and I found 
myself in front of my computer and tapping Duivel into the search engine. It 
took a while but soon the definition of Duivel left me shivering in fear:

"The word "devil" is a corruption of the Greek diabolos .  In the plural it 
was also used to
name Satan's gang of spirits. Also duivel, " (The Encyclopedia Mythica )

My hands froze of the keyboard as I stared at the screen, my heart pounding 
wildly. I'm not a religious man but at that point I became very, very 
afraid. I searched for `Daimon' and the result made me shiver:

"In the narratives of the Gospels regarding the "casting out of devils" a 
different Greek word
(daimon) is used." (Easton Bible -includes definitions. Thanks to Harry 
Plantinga )


I was doing deals with the devil! As my heart pounded, I nervously fingered 
the gold chain around my neck as I sought to remember the childhood fables 
of people who had sold their soul to the devil and wondered how I was going 
to escape this trap.
End Part 10.


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