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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Wicked Game 12 (FD)
Date: Fri,  5 Jan 2001 00:10:05 -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 12.)

by Nessus

FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic



The entire day was spent hiding in my new office, a frightened animal 
cowering in its cave. The third deal would happen soon and, I guessed I 
would barter for my soul and, perhaps, the souls of the other targeted 
victims. This was a scam of the hugest proportions.

I slunk home, prepared myself for the mysterious dinner party and sat around 
waiting in my dinner suit. At six, the sound of a key, the door opened and I 
immediately stood to greet my demon.

Lucy smiled at me; her beauty was both breathtaking and menacing. Her black 
dress was short with long sleeves and a low neck, a glittering diamond 
necklace resting on her breasts. Those hypnotic long legs were covered in 
black hose and ended in glossy black stiletto heel shoes.

"I see you're ready for action," she smiled. "On the surface, any way. Let's 
see what's under. Drop your pants," she said sharply.

Resignedly, I slipped my pants around my ankles and stood there in my under 
shorts. A wave of her long fingers, red fingernails glinting in the light 
and the shorts disappeared. I gasped and she smiled at my imprisoned cock. 
"That's better," she cooed. Frozen, I watched her hand slide her dress up, 
revealing sheer black pantyhose covering her naked bald pussy and my cock 
contracted in the tube. Laughing at the look of pain on my face, she dropped 
the dress. "Tonight, I am a hooker," she giggled. "A hooker without 
panties."

Without another word, she left and, after frantically pulling my trousers up 
over my naked crotch, I followed her. A long limousine waited at the kerb 
and a tall female driver, resplendent in cap and uniform, opened the door 
for Judy. She smiled at me as I slid in next to her, my eyes fixed on her 
long legs in the sheer nylon.

As the driver moved into her seat, Judy calmly pointed at the floor 
immediately in front of her. "Here," she said and, red faced with a faint 
smile on the driver's face, I knelt in front of Judy, staring into her 
pantyhose covered pussy as she parted her legs. Her long fingers tickled my 
neck as she guided my face into her intimate warmth until my nose and mouth 
pressed against the nylon mesh, her musky aroma engulfing my senses.

"Be intoxicated," she whispered. "You'll soon be addicted to my smell." I 
thought I heard a sweet giggle from the driver as Judy's thighs covered my 
ears. Lost in her intimate perfume, Judy's fingers stroking my hair, I felt 
the car pull away and move into the bustling New York traffic.

I lost count of time, lost in my pussy world but it wasn't long before the 
car stopped and Judy gently pushed me away from her warm crotch. Judy led 
the way into the Baden Building and the elevator whisked us to the dizzy 
heights of the thirty-seventh floor.

The elevator chimed, the doors parted and I followed Judy to a large 
conference room where the centre table had been dressed for dinner with a 
crisp white tablecloth, silver candelabras, crockery, cutlery and crystal 
wine glasses.

A large mirror looked down on the scene and reflected it all, doubling the 
opulence. Judy surveyed the room and smiled. "Perfect," she said, looking at 
me. "Perfect except you should be naked." A wave of her fingers and I was 
suddenly naked except for the gold chain around my neck and the chastity 
device imprisoning my cock. She giggled as she lit a cigarette. "Our guests 
will be impressed," she said, blowing smoke through those pouting red lips.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my naked reflection in the mirror amongst 
the elegance and opulence of the room. Judy suddenly gestured through a 
door. "Our guests are arriving. Wait in there," she instructed and I walked 
into a darkened office with a large desk and leather chairs. The only light 
coming into the room was through a large internal window that looked into 
the conference room. I suddenly realised it was the reverse of the mirror 
and was used to secretly observe the other room.

The door closed behind me and I was suddenly enveloped in silence, even 
though I could see Judy through the glass chatting with a chef and a waiter, 
both female. Feeling sick to my stomach, I looked around the room for a seat 
and suddenly saw Ms Duivel seated at the polished desk, calmly watching me.

"Ms Duivel," I exclaimed, flushing as she looked me up and down.

"I see the entertainment for the evening has arrived." I glanced at the 
secret window and then releasied she was talking about me. Judy was greeting 
a group of women who had entered the dining room. With a sinking feeling, I 
recognised Thelma, Rebecca, Donna and Sandra.

"Please, no," I whispered.

She laughed cruelly. "They'll get to enjoy their power over you as you crawl 
under the table to service them."

"Ms Duivel," I protested weakly.

"Why not kid? They know about you anyway. Donna gave you a nice hand job, 
didn't she? Time for you to repay the favour. After dinner, we can talk 
about your next promotion."

"Let's do a deal now," I said quickly, glancing at the scene behind the 
glass. Judy was pouring wine as the women sat at the table.

Ms Duivel narrowed her eyes. "Deal? What are you saying?"

I knew what I had to do. "The third deal. Let's do it."

"Ok," she said calmly. "You get the thirty-seventh floor at last. Power. 
Money. All of it."

"For what?" I asked but I all ready knew the answer.

"You let me in," she said. "Into your mind. I take over. You've guessed what 
it was all about."

"I thought you wanted my soul."

Ms Duivel laughed loudly at that. "If that's what you call it, I'll take it. 
Well?" she demanded.

My heart was thumping, as I stood naked in front of this creature. "I don't 
want the thirty-seventh floor or any of it. I want something else."

She examined me shrewdly and I moved towards her so I could see her and the 
scene behind the glass at the same time. Judy had sat next to Sandra and was 
stroking her upper arm as they talked. Ms Duivel saw what I was looking at. 
"Sandra likes women, even though she doesn't know it yet." She laughed and 
swivelled in the chair so I could see her legs. "You want something else? 
Getting greedy?" she sneered.

"I want them," I said gesturing at the glass.

Ms Duivel laughed loudly. "Is that all? You can have them. Got revenge in 
mind, have we?"

"No," I said, trying to remain calm. "I want you to let them go. Make them 
what they were before you started corrupting them."

Ms Duivel froze, all expression gone from her face. "Don't try this game," 
she said meanly. "You can't win."

"It's not a game."

Time stood still in that room until suddenly, to my shock and amazement, Ms 
Duivel began to change before my very eyes. My fear hung in the room like a 
heavy blanket as Ms Duivel morphed into another shape, a man, tall, lean and 
evil. He was older, dressed in an elegant European suit, English shirt with 
double cuffs, jewelled cufflinks and a woven Italian tie. His silver hair 
was long and brushed back in an understated elegance.

My cock shrivelled in fear and, for the first time, the chastity tube felt 
loose. I watched the whites of his eyes turn dark and his pupils glowed like 
two burning embers in a black night.

"You are attempting something quite foolish, Brownlow." His voice was deep 
and resonant while his accent was educated European where English was a 
second language.

"I'm trying to do the deal. The third deal," I croaked.

"You can't fool me," he said. Suddenly, his eyes bored deeply into me. "I 
don't believe it," he said. "You are sincere. You mean it. You will 
sacrifice yourself for them?"

"You get me for them. Let them go."

"I see," he said and his eyes retreated to normality as he studied me. 
Suddenly, he waved his fingers and the crowd of women in the conference room 
disappeared.  "The Wicked Game we play is for the winning of the Chosen One. 
Although we play for high stakes, there are ancient rules even I must abide 
by."

"We have a deal?" I asked, confused and wondering what my fate was now.

"No," he said standing and adjusting his shirt cuffs. "We can not deal. Your 
genuine willingness to sacrifice yourself prohibits the conclusion of our 
transaction. The Game goes into recess."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, Brownlow, you're free." The gold chain flew from my neck and the 
chastity device slid free, falling to the floor with a clatter, leaving me 
totally naked. Suddenly, I felt very vulnerable.

His eyes started glowing again as he stared at me, hatred reflected in the 
dark pools around his glowing pupils. "However, I can slightly interpret 
those ancient rules. You will never experience an orgasm through that 
pitiful thing again!" he hissed, his long finger pointing at my shrivelled 
cock. Fear washed over me as he gestured once again and I was suddenly 
enveloped in a crackling blue light like some movie special effects. He 
laughed loudly, his head tilted back as I fell to the floor.

Pain cocooned me and I cried out as I slumped into merciful unconsciousness.
End Part 12.


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