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Subject: {ASSM} Sabah (MC, Fdom)
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 19:10:02 -0500
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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Sabah
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Summary: A stormy night, a seductive older woman, does
Rod stand a chance?
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 4/10/00
Last Edited 12/07/02


Sabah (MC, Fdom)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com

The following is a revision of the "Lilith" half of
the story "From Whose Bourne No Traveler
Returns/Lilith" by Trey Gallant and me. "Lilith" is
his character. I needed my own to continue the story
along my lines, as he has his.

**

The wind and snow mixed with rain lashed the windows
of the stately house on the hill in the countryside.
Through the clamor of the snowstorm, Sabah heard a
car's engine begin to sputter and miss. Few women
could have caught the sound over the storm rattling
the windows, but her hearing was more acute than any
ordinary woman's. All her senses were - as were her
urges.  And those senses informed her when the
desperate driver turned off the road into her driveway
as his motor died, leaving the car to roll to a stop
near her entrance gate. She pursed her brow to ensure
he didn't miss seeing it.

She was not expecting company on such a night. She had
dressed for the evening alone. But also for a
tete-a-tete. Always be prepared, she chuckled. Her
house was set well back the road, and the wet snow was
accumulating quickly. Out here, forty miles from the
city there were no near neighbors. There was no help
for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would have
to seek refuge at her door. He was going to be frozen
by the ten-minute walk to her door. Or she? No. Sabah
knew the driver was male, a young male. A handsome and
virile young male, she smiled, her nostrils wide with
excitement. Somehow, whenever her hunger reached this
level, a prey appeared. Her nerves tingled in
expectation, and all her appetites stirred. It would
take him a few more minutes to make his way here. More
than enough time to prepare.

She opened the satin robe, black as her hair, exposing
the shorter nightgown of the same material. She
appraised her appearance in the mirror in the hall,
noting with approval how the gown and robe set off her
fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark,
mysterious, an effect many women tried to imitate with
make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to her
slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosoms were twin
snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between.
This would do very well. Experience gave her
confidence in her powers.

She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang.
She let it ring a second time -- she wanted him to
feel like a supplicant -- then opened the door. She
studied the young man standing there while her
appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well
made, better than she had hoped. His face was ruggedly
strong rather than handsome. No little intelligence,
and even more strength of character looked out of his
blue eyes. His hair was wetly plastered to his head;
she could not judge the color. In spite of being
miserably cold, he radiated vigor and vitality. She
suppressed an urge to lick her lips. She could not
have chosen better. His stunned reaction indicated a
healthy masculine heterosexuality. Very good. This
would make her task easier ... and more pleasant. She
allowed him to stare for a few seconds longer.

"Yes?" she said finally. He came to himself with a
start. He seemed embarrassed by his speechlessness, as
if it was the fault of his rudeness rather than her
calculated effort. She eyed him with cloaked
amusement.

"My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of
her drive, although human eyes probably could not see
it through the storm. "I wanted to use your 'phone to
call the auto club?"

"They warn single women alone never to let a strange
man into her house," she replied in a teasing tone.
"And the traveler-in-distress is the most transparent
ploy ..." She should know; she had used it often
enough in the past herself. Her accent reflected her
long cosmopolitan life. Of course she did not show the
least sign of apprehension.

"Yes, Ma'am," the distressed traveler answered, taking
her at her word. "This whole situation is right out of
a B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then?
Here is my membership card with my member number. tell
them I'll wait for them in my car. It's a gray..."

"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle
impatiently.  His misplaced gallantry would spoil her
plans. "I think I'm in no danger from YOU. You'll have
to take your chances with me, however. No auto club
could reach here, anyway. We're likely to be snowbound
for days," she chuckled. "Now, get in her before you
catch your death standing there in the snow!" She
stepped aside and opened the door fully.

He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad
to get out of the cold and wind. He was in the
entrance hall, with the gleaming white tiled kitchen
off the right, and the living room/parlor straight
ahead. The darkened hall to the left led to her
boudoir. Why on Earth had THAT word popped into his
mind? The living room was furnished in white: deep
carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in
the white brick fireplace and mixed with the smell of
oak was incense of a most peculiar sort. Music was
playing softly in the background; although the volume
was low, he could feel the bass line from the powerful
speakers.

"Heavens! Don't just stand there dripping on my
carpet, my young friend" she smiled. "Go into the
kitchen and get out of those wet things. I'll bring
you something to put on." She went down the hall to
the linen closet. From her vantage point in the dark,
she watched his eyes try to follow her. He went into
the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a
chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She
returned to the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy
towel through the kitchen door. She laughed. "Go on!
Get undressed! I won't peek," she lied. "Dry off!"

He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed
as she instructed and dried himself. She busied
herself preparing the living room for the next stage,
surreptitiously looking in on him as he finished and
wrapped the towel around his body. She felt a spasm of
desire. She had been far too long without a male
essence and she had to exercise control to proceed
methodically. When he had tucked the ends in to secure
the bath sheet in place, she returned as if by
coincidence with a white terry cloth kimono. "Here,"
she said not unsympathetically, handing him the robe.
"Put this on. I'll make you some tea and join you in
the living room."

He donned the robe and went into the other room. While
he was in the kitchen, she had turned down the lights,
and changed the music to something soft and dreamy,
vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a slow pulsing
base. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Sabah
called to him from the kitchen. "I've turned up the
heat, to help take the chill out of you."

She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery
and soft cushions of the over-stuffed couch with a
sigh. The warmth of the fire, the sensuous feel of the
velvety pile and the music would coax him into the
mood she wanted. She saw him hesitate, them put his
head back, giving in to the music's invitation to let
go. She smiled to herself and put the kettle on.
Soothing and mildly sedative herbs were ready in an
infusion bag. She let the relaxing and erotic
suggestions she had implanted in the living room music
take effect while the kettle boiled and the brew
steeped. When it had reached the right strength and
temperature, she poured a cup for him, and returned to
the living room.

His eyes were closed as she expected. She sat by his
side, curling one leg up under her so she was facing
him, regarding him for a few moments. Her nostrils
flared. He would do; he would more than do. Belatedly
sensing her presence, he blinked, and raised his head
to look at her. She handed him the faintly steaming
mug with a smile. "Comfy? Might as well make the best
of it Look's like you're stuck here with me for
several days, so you might as well feel at home. Here,
drink this."

Her fingers lightly brushed his own as she handed him
the mug. He sipped the sweet fragrant liquid,
somewhere between warm and hot, to encourage him to
drink. It was delicious. He sipped again. As she
watched, she could almost see its soothing effect
speed through him, relieving the chill and stiffness
of the drenching he had received, as it gently relaxed
his muscles, stirred his passions, and beguiled his
defenses. He glanced at her over the rim of the cup.
Her robe was open and flowed behind her. The gown was
slit to the hip, and she had seated herself in a
position calculated to open it and subtly display her
smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of her gown was
disconcertingly low, and contrasted strikingly with
her milk white bosom. He realized he was staring, and
jerked his eyes up to her face. She saw his confusion,
and smiled again.

"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet
amusement. "Finish your tea. I want you to feel
comfortable here."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered,
then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his
embarrassment.

"It really is all right," she assured him. "It is hard
not to look at me, isn't it? Don't worry, if looking
at me helps you relax and feel comfortable, be my
guest."

He blushed furiously. How sweet, she thought, to find
a man who can blush these days. Plainly to cover his
confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically. She
laughed musically and placed her right hand on his
thigh.

"Would I dress like this if I didn't enjoy having men
look at me. I LIKE the reaction. Especially of a nice
YOUNG man." She smiled and leaned her face in her left
hand, resting that elbow on the back of the couch. She
gazed steadily into his eyes as she continued
speaking. "And you do enjoy looking at my breasts,
don't you?" She did not remove her hand from his lap,
but let it drift lightly up towards his crotch.

"Er...yes, yes I ... I do," he admitted nervously.

"Of course you do," she repeated with mock coyness. "I
can tell," she went on, trailing her fingers across
his groin. "I believe looking at my cleavage could
even be getting you a little bit turned on. Don't be
embarrassed. It happens frequently when I show young
men my breasts." She paused to gauge his reaction; she
didn't want to frighten him ... too much. The tea was
doing its work, keeping his skittishness in check.

"I'm flattered when a man cannot keep his eyes off my
bosom. I like it even better when he tries to peek up
my gown as you are doing." His eyes dropped to her lap
in response to the implicit suggestion. "Trying to see
if I have on panties?" she teased. She didn't, of
course, and his eyes were riveted to the narrow gap at
the top of the slit in her gown by the hint of a
confirming glimpse. She reached out and took the now
empty cup from his unfeeling fingers. "Tell me your
name," she said, abruptly changing the subject.

"Ah ... my name? Oh, Rod," he stammered, blinking and
dragging his eyes back up to meet her own. "My name is
Rod ..."

"Rod," she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a strong,
masculine name. You like being here with me, don't
you, Rod? Not waiting for an answer, she put the cup
down on the coffee table, and slipped her hand inside
the robe he was wearing, grazing her fingertips down
his bare thigh. "Are you feeling relaxed and
comfortable, Rod?"

"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, clearly trying not to
show just how un-comfortable he really was. He tried
to return her steady look, but her gaze was too
intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so
strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the
shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.

This was too good! This delectable male morsel was
struggling, not to defend himself from seduction by a
dangerous woman, but to be a gentleman. Such
innocence! Such naivete! Such a hunk! She could feel
her pussy grow moist in anticipation of the feeding.

"I don't think you are telling me the truth, Rod," she
smiled. "It's all right. Like most men, you are a
little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy woman
and I am wearing clothes that make it impossible not
to look at me. I think this negligee with its low
neckline intimidates you. You are feeling a little
aroused. Perhaps you are worried that I might seduce
you, try to take advantage of you. After all, the
lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. I have you
all alone with no one to see what I am doing to you. I
could caress you and you might become hopelessly
aroused." Her palm rested warmly against the inside of
his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in little
circles, barely touching his skin. "Are you afraid
that I might make you have sex with me against your
will?"

"Yes...," he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind
elsewhere, as she had arranged.

"Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be
easy, so easy to manipulate your mind to take
advantage of you." Just as I have been doing, she
thought. "But you do not need to worry, Rod. Relax. I
never make love to a man against his will. No man
comes to my bed until I have made him very, very
willing. If we make love tonight, I will make sure you
really want it first. So you can put those fears out
of your mind."

"All right." he murmured compliantly, knowing somehow
that he should not.

"Let me help you forget your fears. You can relax. You
can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist and
unfastened the robe. She smiled a twisted little
smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his
lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch.
"We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and
listen carefully to everything I say."

"Uh, ma'am... Oh! . You shouldn't. . Please don't do
that!"

"No?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she
replied. "Do you not like a woman's soft warm hand on
your sex?"

"Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!"

"That's just the point. Your prick is already getting
nicely big and hard!"

"But..."

"Do not fight it, Rod. It's to help us become friends.
I want you to be completely open and at ease with me.
Open to me. I want you aroused. Getting a man aroused
makes him docile and obedient. Does not my playing
with your penis make you feel like doing anything I
tell you?"

"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Rod sighed.

"That's right. Good. Very good. Now close your eyes
and tell me everything about yourself," she commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," Rod murmured as he drifted slowly down
through the dreamy mood her hand on his cock induced
and to the threshold of trance she had prepared him
for. His eyelids drifted shut. She spoke to him
softly, her lips next to his ear. She knew he was
hearing her voice as if from a long way off. She asked
him about his name, where he lived, his friends, his
family, his job.... He answered automatically, without
thinking. Eventually, using the information she
gleaned, she began turning the questions around,
twisting his answers into contradictions, confusing
him, rendering the things he had told her meaningless.
The facts of his life grew fuzzy and unimportant to
him.

Making him forget the pretty little blonde fiancee was
a little harder, but so satisfying. Interesting
material in that relationship. Blondie apparently was
sexually repressed and Rod was too nice to show how
badly she frustrated him. The silly filly not only
often refused him intercourse, she wouldn't even let
Rod go down on her, despite his pleas, probably
because she didn't want to have to return the favor.
It had been weeks since she had let him have
missionary sex. Very useful.

Eventually it was impossible for him to follow what
she was doing in the hazy sensual fog with which she
surrounded him, saturated him. Finally, she recalled
him to consciousness. "You may open your eyes, rod."
She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the
lower case initial letter of his name, turning it into
a diminutive.

His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to
leave the pleasant daze. She gazed intently into his
face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud
around him, making his head swim. She had opened his
robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed to
notice. He stirred slightly, trying to move. She knew
he would feel light headed and leaden limbed.

"What happened, Ma'am," he asked. "And what IS your
name? I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."

"You may call me Sabah, for now, my pet" she replied.
"What happened is what is still happening, what is
going to happen, what I am going to do ... to you."
She continued to caress his manhood, which was by now
quite engorged and erect.

"Doing to me, Sabah?" he asked, looking helpless and
confused.

"Do you not even suspect, rod? You Americans have
forgotten so much history and folklore. It makes you
so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She
smiled triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and
her lips had become rosy and full. She saw he noticed
the change. "The tea, of course, was drugged, my
darling. Nothing strong, just some herbs to make you
deliciously horny and rather sleepy. You really should
not accept food or drink from strangers, you know." He
struggled to sit up, evidently finding it
extraordinarily difficult. She placed a gentle
restraining hand on his bare chest, easily pushing him
back down. "Don't bother trying, love. You are too
dizzy to get up," she suggested. She began to play
with his nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I am
still doing. That makes it easy to cast my spell over
you. You would say I hypnotized you."

"But why?" Rod gasped.

"Why?" Sabah tossed her hair back. "Why does the
parasitic wasp paralyze her larger prey? Because she
does not want her victim to struggle while she feeds.
I need to feed off the sexual energy of men who are
careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know
what a succubus is?" She slipped off her robe, leaving
only the black satin gown clinging to her lush body.

"Some kind of demon of lust?" Rod answered. She sensed
him struggling to comprehend and resist what was
happening. Such great strength of will, such steely
character. His resistance excited her.

"That is medieval superstition," Sabah responded
scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you.
According to your Professor Gould, our two kinds must
even have had a common ancestor in the Neolithic. You
could give me a child, if I chose to. But tonight we
will merely have sex." She smiled wickedly. "That is
how I feed, you know. I will arouse you to unbearable
heights. Then I will take you and at your climax,
drain from you the sexual energy that I need.
Afterwards, if I let you leave here, you would not
have noticed. You would have only a fuzzy memory of
some amazing sex with a mysterious woman. Of course,
you would be completely exhausted for a week or more,
but you would recover, none the wiser."

"Then why are you telling me this? What do you mean,
'if you let me leave'" Rod asked, suspiciously.

"Because I have decided I will NOT let leave here,
darling. When I pick up occasional men, I am forced to
gorge myself, which leaves them useless to me for
weeks, so I discard them. It is more healthful for me,
however, and more pleasant for the man," she smiled
seductively, "If I have a regular lover from whom I
can take smaller amounts of sexual energy more
frequently. Until he passed away, Charles was a
wonderful slave who met my needs several times a week,
several times daily, when he was younger, like you.
Since then, I have not been able to feed nearly often
enough. It is dangerous picking up strange men, you
know. There are too many diseases out there now."

"Then, too, a strong man around a big house like this
come in handy, you know," she added, running her
fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. "I need a
new slave and you'll be perfect."

"Slave?" Fear filled his eyes.

"Or lover," she reassured. Whatever you call it, all I
have to do is take you to bed with me. I'll make you
enjoy it so much that after a while, you will never
want to leave. "Gladly you will become my devoted
servant and passionate lover. You have what I need,
and soon you will need what I have, what only can give
you, rod." She saw fear in his eyes, fear fighting
with lust. She touched his cheek "Fear not, my sweet,
I always make sure men enjoy serving and feeding me."

"Sabah!" he protested. "You can't do ... I won't ..."

"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold
of his cock again and starting to rub it vigorously
but deliciously. "Do not say silly things. I know what
I can do to you, what I have done to you. I am now
your succubus. I have been in your mind. After our
little chat, I understand you completely. I know your
weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know
how to turn you on, rod, whether you want to be or
not. Like most human males, you have a secret desire
to be bedded and dominated by a beautiful woman. With
me, I will fulfill your deepest wish."

"No, Sabah, I don't want that!" he protested. "I won't
let you ..."

"Yes, Rod, domination. Enthrallment. I control your
desires, can make you screw me any time I want," she
smiled hungrily. "And since I have not had a man in
several days, I want you now!" She arose from the
couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch me closely
while I remove my gown." She shrugged her shoulders
and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her pale flesh
gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing me naked is arousing
you intensely. You are becoming very excited, Rod.
Having intercourse with me is the capstone of the
spell of enslavement. It will seal the trance that
will make you mine forever."

"I won't let you do that," he objected. "I wont!"

"Yes, you will. You will because I will use a drug on
you that will destroy your mind's last defenses
against my control. It will make you weak and permit
me to do with you as I wish. It is a powerful drug,
Rod, much more so than the silly potion I put in your
tea. It will put you into a deep, deep sleep." She
moved back to the couch and spread her legs for him.

"A drug?" Rod said skeptically, looking around for any
sign of a hypodermic or pills. She could see that he
was regaining some control of his speech and thoughts.
Soon voluntary control of his limbs would creep back
into his body, as the effects of the drugged tea
faded. He was almost dangerous. Magnificent! She must
act in time.

Sabah laughed. "We succubae have been using this drug
to make men ours for eons. Men know and fear its
power. It is a drug, which can become a habit, a drug
that the man instinctively knows can make him a slave
to the woman who gives it to him. You know what I
mean, Rod. Why do so many men resist going down on
their women? They fear the power of the drug. But when
a female of my kind offers a man the potion, he cannot
help taking it. YOU cannot help taking it," she said,
her eyes glowing into his.

He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust and
horror. He tried to avert his gaze, but he was
powerless to prevent her from opening her sex to him.
He could not avert his gaze from the wet, inviting
sight. She was beginning to tease her slit. With the
other hand she caressed his face, his shoulders and
chest, and gently brought his face closer to her warm
moist pussy. "Men allow us to drug you because you
enjoy too much they way we administer it," she
gloated. "Drink!"

"Sabah, stop!" he pleaded, looking up into her eyes.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled,
teasing her pussy with her supple fingers as she drew
his mouth slowly closer. "We give you the drug with
our pussies, Rod. I secrete a mind-controlling hormone
from between my legs. Drink it, Rod. It will be
absorbed by your mouth when you eat me. It goes into
your blood and flows to your brain. It will make you
my slave. Don't make me stop, Rod. You will love the
way I drug you. You will come back to me for it often.
You will have to keep coming back to me again and
again for additional doses."

Amazingly his head moved no closer. He was struggling
to break free. Sabah had never seen such force of
will. It frightened her and excited her as she had
never felt. She MUST have him!

"Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed
the subject, confusing him further. "I want you to
kiss my tits." She leaned closer, flaunting her bosom
inches from his face, bringing her nipples, so proudly
erect, close to his lips. "Kiss them," she coaxed.
"Lick them. Suck on them."

The languor which arose from her hand stroking his
prick had spread through his body and mind, making
further resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand
to the back of his neck and drew his face to her
bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous
breasts. His obedient mouth found her nipple.

Now he was hers! She had rubbed her breasts with the
philters and tranquilizing herbs. He was sinking
quickly, his resistance gone. "Ah...that is so nice,"
the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with hunger
and lust. "You do that very well, as I knew you would.
I will teach you a thousand ways to please me. You are
going to be a wonderful slave," she sighed as she
pushed his head downward and released it. He needed no
further guidance. His own fantasies took over as he
fell to worshiping her pussy.

Sabah did not have long to wait until Rod's tongue and
lips found her secret self. Aroused for hours, she
came quickly and filled his mouth with her cum. He
licked every drop, but he didn't stop! Even with her
control, she had never been able to get Charles to do
this. Rod was loving her sex with an enthusiasm Sabah
had never experienced. Though she didn't think it
possible, Rod brought her to a second and a third
orgasm. She closed her eyes and let the waves of
pleasure flood over her. Could he be the one?

At last her breathing returned to normal and she moved
to straddle his hips. She took his face in her hands
and spoke. "Tonight, darling, it is not just to feed
on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave
you. I also have a woman's needs." she guided his
penis between her vaginal lips. "You have come very
far, and done very well. Please me once again and I
will give you the reward I have made you long for."

With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal muscles,
her nether lips reached out and sucked his cock inside
her. "Best of all," she continued, leading his mind to
be enveloped by hers as his manhood was swallowed
within her body, "You do not have to do a thing. Just
lie back, my darling, and let me work my will. Feel my
pussy close around your cock. Feel it riding up and
down the shaft of your manhood. You like this, don't
you? Up ... and down, taking you deeper and deeper
into me each time. From now on, I will take charge of
your sex life and make you love it. It is so easy,
rod. You love the way I fuck you. My pussy goes up ...
and down ... up ... and down ... deeper and deeper.
... It is so relaxing, rod. You are going to close
your eyes and surrender to the pleasure I am giving
you. Close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck
you..."

"No, Sabah," he protested with the last of his
strength and will. He was drunk on her love juices,
almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure of her
pussy around his cock, she saw, but that strength of
character she had seen in him from the first instant
rose up to defend his autonomy from her soft assault.
How marvelous to find prey worthy of her powers and
skills. She beamed down at him with admiration, as she
continued to rock him into submission. He looked
directly at her, and accused, "You ... can't ...
hypnotize ... me!"

"But I can, Rod. I am strengthening the hypnotic
control I already have. You started going under when
you first saw me. You drifted into a medium trance
while we were talking as you drank my tea, right after
you came in. Post-hypnotic suggestion left you weak
and easy to arouse sexually. Now you are going under
my spell again, deeply. Each time I fuck you, it will
get easier to take you under my control, the control
you will come to crave. Now be still and let me
continue."

"No," he moaned vainly.

"Yes, Rod. This feels too good to resist. You are
getting so weak, my darling, and it feels so good to
sink into my power. You are so drowsy, angel. You are
struggling so hard to stay awake, my sweet. It's so
tiring. Don't fight it, love. Close your eyes, my
darling, and let me fuck you. Won't it be wonderful to
fall asleep in my arms, rod? Let me put you into a
deep sleep and when you awake you will be my happy sex
slave. You'll no longer remember your former life. You
will not need to think about anything but pleasing me.
Serving me, feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole
life, Rod. I demand your all, Rod, but the rewards are
great."

She watched her words defeat him. She smiled as his
eyes reluctantly closed and the determined expression
on his face faded.

"Now relax completely, my sweet, while my cunt goes up
and down on your cock and puts you to sleep ... up ...
and down ... fucks you ... up ... and down ....
Putting you to sleep ... up ... and down ... deeper
... up ... and down ... puts you to sleep ... fucks
you to sleep ... fucks you ... to sleep.." Her voice
became softer and her movements accelerated as she
rode him towards orgasm.

"Now, my precious! Now!" He came at her command and
she reached out with the immaterial part of herself,
her own approaching orgasm enveloping and absorbing
his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body fed on
his cum. Only when she felt him slacken and fall limp
did she allow a her own fourth climax to wash over
her.

She lay next to him for long delicious minutes as she
felt the ebb of power from his body to hers,
re-energizing her, nourishing her, rejuvenating her.
Then, sated for a time, she looked down on the young
man lying beneath her. Drained now, sleeping so
peacefully, so profoundly. He was hers now, but what a
possession! Surprisingly, she found she actually felt
strong affection for him. He was innocent yet strong.
He would serve her well for many years. The service
would take its toll, of course, but with proper care,
for many years just the same. She had never been
particularly good at caring for her men. But this one
seemed special. She would see that the years would be
happy ones, filled with pleasure. Pleasure in serving
her.

Perhaps, even ... it was too soon to think about that
yet, even she could not know when the time would come,
... perhaps he would be the one chosen to give her the
long-desired daughter. Perhaps he already had, she
thought as she snuggled against his hard young body
and joined him in sleep.

The End?

No. The story continues in "Sabah and Rod."

Comments are welcomed at 
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