index


Message-ID: <51186asstr$1116202202@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Dark Pen" <darkpen@gmail.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 21:47:42 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: G2/0.2
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com; posting-host=68.46.20.188;
   posting-account=2cwyaA0AAADc0OLrUByH7_-wFFgkAQNb
Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
Subject: {ASSM} Avatar - Book 2 Chapter 12 (M/Ff BDSM ws SciFi)
Lines: 687
Date: Sun, 15 May 2005 20:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ AVATAR, BOOK 1 YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LOST!

This is Avatar: Establishment, Book 2 and it picks up right where the
first one left off.


This is a work of fiction.  If you are under whatever arbitrary age
your elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult
material, understand that you will be breaking the law if you read
this.  If you get caught,  I don't want to get blamed because your
parents can't keep track of you.

Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that
matter).  Some of it could be very dangerous.  If you have a hard time
telling fantasy from reality, please don't read any of my writings and
go seek medical help.

If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff,
please note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced
you here.  If you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is)
then go visit somewhere else.

This story may not be posted on any pay site.  It may not be archived
without permission from the author and if it's reposted, this
disclaimer must remain with it.  Copyright c 2005 Dark Pen.

~Dark Pen~
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www
Live Journal for Comments:
http://www.livejournal.com/files/Authors/DarkPen/www/


Avatar 2

Chapter 12

    	Dinner had been nice, as always.  A little awkward for Jane, of
course, since she was still tied and had to eat out of a bowl on the
floor.  She was ravenous, though, and Ken made sure she ate her fill.
She was also sore, tired, dirty and frustrated, since her wife had only
teased her and allowed no orgasm.  Naturally, she was in heaven.

    	Eventually her spouses decided it was time for bed, and she was
led upstairs.  Ken and Ari brought her into the shower with them and
cleaned her up.  Then, with the knotted cat back in his hand, Ken
whipped her breasts while fucking her hard, as Jane licked Ari to
several orgasms.  Once he pulled out of her and Ari had cleaned off
both Jane and him, they all got into bed, Jane between him and
Arianwen.  She winced as she shifted -- the cuts, scrapes and bruises
obviously making themselves known.  Ken smiled and reached out his
hand.  He had more than enough power to heal her, but as soon as she
felt it flowing into her, she shook her head in protest.

    	"Please, Master," she almost whispered, "don't.  Let me
enjoy it.  It'll heal by tomorrow, and that's soon enough.  Please?"

    	"Of course, my love," he replied, kissing her as she drifted
off to sleep.

    	Arianwen looked at him, then they both looked at their complex
wife.  Jane was strong, willful and very powerful.  He knew that she'd
never stand for it if someone abused her for real.  But, despite the
physical damage, for her, this was only pleasure -- not abuse.

    +++++

    	Morning time found them all in the mansion's dojo, running through
the basics.  Afterwards, everybody split to pursue their various
activities.  Ken called Gary and arranged to have a conversation with
him later in the evening.  There were some things that he wanted to run
past him.  He also found Bill in the lab and sat down to speak to him.

      	"You know," he started, "when I came to you the other day to ask
for help with something, you distracted me."

      	"Oh, yeah," grinned Bill.  "Sorry about that."

      	"You also never told Genie I needed to talk to her."

      	"Uh, yeah.  It's a real touchy thing with her, and I couldn't
find a way to let her know what I told you."

      	"Maybe getting the information that I need would be an opening,"
replied Ken.

      	"Okay," said Bill, "what did you need to know?"

      	Ken told him what he wanted, and Bill said he'd talk to Genie.

+++++

     	Ken had just enough time to get to Gary's before heading to the
dojo, so that's where he headed.  When he got there though, there were
two police cars in front of it.  Frowning, Ken walked towards the door.
 There was a cop leaning against the wall.  He gave Ken a very nasty
look as he walked in.

     	Gary was in the process of showing the cop his rental agreement.

     	"You've got the wrong address," he said.  "This is a place of
business.  There's no 'club' here -- no one but my girlfriend and me."

     	"You mean that naked chick in the back?"

     	Gary was starting to lose his cool. "Yeah, the one your partner
is drooling over."

     	The cop's face darkened, and he leaned forward.  "Don't get smart
with me..." at which point he noticed Ken.  "Who are you?"

     	Ken smiled and offered his hand. "Hi, Officer.  My name is Ken."

     	"What are you doing here?" asked the man suspiciously, ignoring
Ken's hand.

     	"I'm here to see my friends, Gary and Annette," replied Ken.

     	The cop grinned and looked at Gary.  "So, you're just gonna have
a gathering of a few 'friends' eh?  I guess I'll be able to add
prostitution to the charge of running an illegal club."  He stood up
and said, "I think I'll bring you all in for questioning.  Let's go."

     	Ken pulled out his cell phone and dialed Lenny.

     	"Lenny, hi," he said.  "I don't know how much time I have, but
could you have David meet us at... hold on.  Which precinct are you
taking us to?"

     	The cop looked at him. "You some kind of wise ass?  Put the phone
down."

     	By this time, the other cop had come out of the back with Annette
in handcuffs.  They hadn't even covered her.

     	"Well, Lenny, I've got to go.  We're being arrested," said Ken.
"No, I have no idea why, I just walked in Gary's store, and they told
me I was under arrest.  Warrant?  No, I didn't see one."

      	"I said put the phone down!" said the cop, walking towards Ken.

      	"Hey, hey, easy there," said Ken.  He put the phone on the
counter, out of the cop's reach.  "No need to threaten me with physical
violence."

      	"That's it," snapped the cop, now forgetting all about the open
phone on the counter.  "I'm adding resisting arrest to your charges."

      	"Officer, don't you think you should cover the lady before we go
out to the car?" asked Ken.

      	"We'll parade her naked through the fuckin' streets if we want!"
said the man.  "It's obvious she's a slut, anyway.  Now shut up and
turn around."

      	Ken did as he was told, having completely distracted the man
from the phone, which was still sitting on the counter.  Finally, they
were taken to the police cars and driven away.

      	"Do you have any idea what is going on?" he asked Gary.

      	"These guys came into the store saying that I was running some
kind of sex club.  I showed them my lease, explained that I only make
furniture and there was no one else there except Annette, anyway.  They
scared away the two customers I had in the store when they drove up."

      	"Yeah, they probably ran away.  Should have pulled them in for
questioning too," said the cop.  "Now, shut up."

      	They spent the rest of the drive in silence.  Ken knew that Gary
was worrying about Annette, since one of the cops in the other car had
gotten in the back with her, rather than up front.  Ken wondered what
would happen if the guy laid his hands on Annette.  Would Lea protect
her?

      	Once at the station, they were all taken to separate rooms.

      	Ken cooled his heels for a half hour or so.  He was seriously
annoyed, but didn't figure that showing it would help him.  He'd done
nothing -- none of them had -- but the last thing he wanted was to get
himself noticed.  Eventually, the door opened and a detective walked in
and sat down with a folder in front of him.  He opened it, then took
out a pad of paper and a pen.

      	"How long have you known Mr. Sorrel?"

      	"I'm sorry, Detective," said Ken.  "Am I being charged with
something?"

      	"Just answer the question," replied the man.

      	Ken shook his head.  "I'm sorry sir, I can't do that.  I'd like
to speak to my lawyer, now."

      	"Don't make this worse by being a smart ass," said the man.
"How long have you known Mr. Sorrel?"

      	Ken shook his head.  "Detective..."

      	The man did not provide his name.

      	Ken shrugged.  "Detective, I have not been charged with
anything.  I have not been given my rights.  I have not been given my
phone call.  Until those things happen, I'm afraid it would be a bad
idea for me to answer your questions."

      	The man looked sharply at Ken.  "You weren't read your rights?"

      	"No, sir.  None of us were.  Now may I have my phone call?"

      	The detective left the room.  When he walked back in ten minutes
later, David Traver was with him and neither man was looking very
happy.

      	"You're free to go, Mr. Whitestone," said the detective.

      	"He's more than free to go," said David.  "I have a witness who
was listening on the phone when they were arrested.  No Miranda rights
were read, no charges declared, your people didn't even have a warrant
to search the property -- which I'm told they did -- without my clients
on the property!"

      	"There was some sort of mix-up," replied the detective,
obviously not a happy man.

      	"That's putting it mildly, Detective Johnsten," replied David.
"It borders on harassment.  You can't just walk into a store and arrest
people without even charging them!"

      	"We had a tip..."

      	"Really?  And these people were so dangerous that you had to
move right then?  No warrants, not even a bench warrant?  Were they
terrorists?"

      	"No, nothing like that, but the law states that sex clubs are
not allowed..."

      	"The place isn't a sex club, it sells sex toys.  There's a huge
difference," snapped David.  "I'd suggest that the department begin
looking to its own defense from the law suit that will most certainly
be filed."

      	"Now, just a minute," protested Johnsten.  "It was just a
misunderstanding..."

      	"Is that why you didn't even let Ms. Wright get dressed?  You
sent her back to the precinct with two *male* police officers, one of
whom rode in the back *with* her?"

      	"You have no proof of that!"

      	David snorted.   "You don't think so?  You think a store like
Gary's doesn't have a video security system?  What about the traffic
cams you folks are so proud of?  I'm sure they'd show what happened on
the drive back."

      	The man paled further, his lips pressed tightly together.

      	"I have no idea if my clients will be pressing charges.  But I'm
sure that, if this ends up in any official record or in the papers, in
order to protect their good names, they'll have to take you to court,"
said David.

      	"I'm sure that this... misunderstanding... won't show up
anywhere," replied the detective.  "The officers in question will be
dealt with."

      	They met in the lobby, Annette still wrapped in the blanket and
looking none the worse for wear.  Ken looked at her, and she smiled.
He noted the bright orange of a prison-issue jump suit under the
blanket.  He smiled back, but the smile never reached his eyes.
Someone was going to pay for this.

      	David took them back to Gary's shop.  They held the conversation
to small talk on the way back.  David could see that Annette was upset
and Gary was furious.  But Ken actually scared him.  He couldn't say
why, exactly.  He wasn't raging or even speaking much.  And his tone
seemed completely normal.  But David was unable to shake the idea that
this was a very dangerous person.

      	"Look," he said as he dropped them off, "we should get together
later and discuss what went on today.  I don't think that they'll do
anything else, but you never know.  Plus I'd like to know why you think
this happened.  Police are not in the habit of just arresting people at
random, not even ones from that precinct."

      	Ken looked at David and said, "What do you mean, 'ones from that
precinct'?"

      	"Let's just say that they've had more than their share of
incidents," he responded.  "As I said, do you think it would be
possible to get together later?  Lenny drove by here and saw some squad
cars in front after you guys were in custody.  He's sure that people
were inside looking around."

      	"Sure," said Ken at the same time Gary said, "No."

      	They looked at Gary.  He seemed embarrassed as he continued.
"Look David, there's no delicate way to put this.  I really appreciate
you helping us out and all.  I don't want to stiff you or anything, but
I don't have a lot of money at the moment.  It might take me a while to
pay you, and I can't really afford to retain you."

      	"I can," said Ken in a flat voice.  "And will, so don't argue,
Gary.  I don't take kindly to false arrest -- of anyone -- but I
especially don't like it when it happens to me.  I'll be retaining
David, provided he wants the case."

      	"Look," said David, "I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.
There won't be a charge for today.  We can talk tonight about what
happens next, okay?"

      	"Sure," replied Ken.  "If you want, why don't you and Lenny come
by tonight for dinner.  We can discuss it then, or we can eat and
retire to someplace more private."

      	They agreed, and David drove off.

      	Gary walked into his store.  Things were a real mess, but there
were no police there.  Someone had searched the place and had left it a
wreck.

      	"Jesus Christ," spat Gary.  "The fuckers wrecked the place, then
left it open.  I could have been robbed blind!"

      	Ken thought it unlikely that anyone could have taken too much,
the furniture was pretty heavy. Then he remembered that Annette did
jewelry work in the back.  Plus, there was jewelry and other small, but
expensive, pieces of metal work in the case.  A quick inspection showed
nothing was taken, and most of Annette's raw materials were in a small
safe in the back rather than out on her work table.  Gary started to
put things back together when he noticed a brown envelope propped by
the cash register.

      	He opened it, his lips tightening as he read the letter.

      	"Fuck!" he said, crumpling the paper and throwing it on the
ground.  "I can't believe this shit!"

     	"What's wrong?" asked Annette.  She'd been getting dressed in the
back.

     	"We've been evicted.  The landlord is breaking our lease.  If
we're not out by Friday, he says he'll lock us out."

     	Ken didn't know what to say.  Gary sat down with his head in his
hands, while Annette put her arms around him.  Ken joined them.

     	"Gary, man, I know this sucks.  But you're not gonna end up on
the street," he said.  "Look, you and Annette spend most of your time
at the mansion anyway, so this would just make it a little more
official.  As for your stuff, c'mon, our place is huge.  We'll be able
to store it, and I'm certain that, for now, we'll even be able to find
a place for you to continue to work."

     	Gary looked like he was about to argue, but Annette whispered
something in his ear and he closed his mouth.

     	"I know that the business means a lot to you, Gary.  We both know
what's going on here.  Use the time to retreat and rebuild.  You have a
good client�le and a strong presence on the web.  For now, it'll be
fine."

     	Gary shook his head.  "For the moment.  But I don't know if I can
continue this.  They've been fining the shit out of me, and I have no
reserves left.  Plus, people have stopped ordering because they've
gotten wind of what's going on and don't want to be in the line of
fire.  Hell, the last person I had in the shop who bought something was
.... oh shit!  That little fucking BITCH!"

     	Ken looked at his friend in surprise.  Gary was absolutely livid
now.

     	"What?" asked Ken.

     	"Gitana," he said, spitting the word like curse.

    	"Who's Gitana?"

     	"She's that fucking senator's daughter.  The one who caused all
this shit in the first place," said Gary.

     	"You let her back in the store?"

     	"Yeah," he said, sadly shaking his head.  "It was stupid, I know,
but she insisted on coming in to see Annette about some jewelry she
ordered a month ago.  I should have known that it would be trouble."

     	"What kind of jewelry?" asked Ken, thinking of the Dragons that
Annette had made.

     	"It wasn't anything kinky," said Annette.  "Just a bracelet.  We
really needed the money, and she said she'd cancel if she couldn't come
get it in person."

      	"That's sounds more than a little odd," said Ken.  "It sounds
like a set-up."

      	Gary shook his head.  "Maybe, but not the way you're thinking.
She's always had a thing for Annette.  They've even played together,
once or twice.  I know she was upset when I told her we couldn't see
her any more.  Actually, she as more than upset, she was outright
pissed.  She guessed the reason right away, though."

      	"Her dad?"

      	"Yeah."

      	Rather than clean everything up, they gathered a few things and
went back to the mansion.  On the way back, Ken was following Gary and
noticed a car following them.  At least, he thought it was following
them.  Well, there was one way to find out if that was the case.  He
couldn't see in the car because of the dark tint on the windows.  It
didn't look like an official car, but after a few more turns, he was
certain it was following them.  He made sure that he stopped at a light
and blocked the other car from passing, by trying to make a left-hand
turn from the right-hand lane.  The driver beeped a number of times,
but couldn't get by.

      	Rather than head back to the mansion himself, Ken decided he
needed to run some errands.  The car followed him to the first place,
since Gary was lost in traffic, but when Ken emerged, enjoying a nice
Penguin's frozen yogurt, the other car had already left.  Ken made a
quick call to Gary explaining what he'd done and why.  Needless to say,
Gary was not pleased.

      	Gary and Annette were upstairs with the room door closed when
Ken returned.  Rather than bothering them, he decided to poke around a
little to see if there was a place to set up a workshop for them.

      	It turned out that there was a large room over the garage.  It
had about as much space as the shop had had, not counting the showroom
area.  Problem was, it was one big area, and Ken knew that Annette's
work wouldn't benefit from being covered with sawdust.  She'd had her
own little work room.  Plus, there was no easy way to get the heavy
equipment up.  They could store it somewhere else for a while, and if
Gary decided to set up shop here, then they'd get a carpenter to build
a room or two and an extra-wide entry way.

      	Ken sat, deep in thought, as he wondered if maybe he should just
have a small building put on the property.  Gary and Annette could use
it as a private work shop.  Ken had always liked the idea of doing some
woodwork, but knew that it was unlikely he'd ever get around to it.  He
had too many hobbies already.  Then he thought about the small delivery
area in the back of the mansion.  Weren't there some rooms back
there...?

      	There was a knock on the door, and Gary came in.

      	"Hey," said Ken.  "You doing alright?"

      	"Yeah, sorta.  Annette's taking a nap.  This morning really
upset her," replied Gary.

      	Ken sat up. "They didn't do anything to her, did they?"

      	"Naa.  They were smart enough to keep their hands off -- mostly.
 But they said a lot of shitty things to her on the way over.  Not that
anyone will be able to prove it."

      	Ken sighed.  "We'll talk to David tonight."

      	"Yeah, about that..."

      	"Gary, it's decided.  Even if you don't press charges, I'm going
to get his advice and, if nothing else, keep him on retainer.  At this
point, we really don't need a bunch of black and whites showing up at
the gate with a warrant.  I'll do what I have to to keep them out.  To
a point, anyway."

      	Gary nodded.  He and Annette had spoken about this.  As a
soon-to-be-Priestess, she was very protective of the mansion.  Gary
knew what would happen if the police found the playroom.  That, plus
the fact that Tina was so underaged, would give the press a field day
if the police were to raid the mansion.  "Multi-millionaire Lottery
Winner has Teenage Sex Dungeon!"  Gary had no illusions that the press
would be responsible in their reporting.

      	He and Ken spoke for about an hour, deciding what to do about
the shop.  Gary was understandably upset by the destruction of his
business.  Ken thought he would balk at his offer of storing his
equipment, and perhaps, even setting up a small shop for him and
Annette, but he just nodded and said he'd think about it.  Ken didn't
want to mention the other things that he had Joan looking into, since
he had only a vague idea what he was going to do with her information
himself.

     	Gary made a few calls to get a truck to haul his stuff, and Ken
was sure that everyone who could, would chip in to help with the move.
Ken knew that some of the shop equipment was quite heavy and that
they'd need help.  Once Gary was out of the room, Lea appeared.  Ken
reacted as he always did to his Goddess, but it appeared that She had
throttled back a bit.

        	"You needn't worry about the mansion being searched," She
said.

        	"They could get a warrant Lea, and if they do, I'll let them
in.  The last thing we need is another Waco."

        	After he explained that reference, Lea smiled grimly.  "That
will not happen here.  Nemetodunum is *my* temple.  They will see only
what I allow them to see."

        	Ken blinked.  H-e-l-l-o, he thought.  Lea was a *Goddess*.
While he didn't know the extent of Her power, he should have realized
that here it could be considerable.  Because She was so ... accessible
... he tended to forget just how powerful She was.

        	"It is true," She continued, "that we do not want to attract
this kind of attention.  But do not fear, Kenneth.  They will discover
nothing.  That type of official is not something we need to worry
about."

        	She kissed him then, his body and mind responding to Her
presence.

        	"Go speak to my future Priestess.  Let her know she is still
welcome.  Then, you should speak to her master ... I know that there
was something that he wanted to do during her ceremony."

        	"I was going to ask you if it was okay if he attended," said
Ken.

        	"He is more than welcome," said Lea as She disappeared.

        	Ken went upstairs.  Annette was not in her room; she was in
the playroom, staring out the window.

        	"Annette," he said, "are you okay?"

        	"Yes, Master Ken," she said in a voice that told him, even if
he hadn't been able to read her emotions, that she was not okay.

        	Still facing the window, she said, "You know, I never realized
just how far from the mainstream we live."

        	Ken was silent, and after a moment, she continued.  "People
would hate us -- *do* hate us -- just because of how we like to have
sex.  It's insane.  We're not hurting anyone.  There are women who
would accuse me of betraying all that was female because I want to be
Gary's slave.  What good is the freedom to choose if you can't also
choose not to be free?"

        	"I wish I could tell you that joining the Circle will change
all that," said Ken.  "It won't ... at least not in our lifetimes.  But
we can start to form a community of people who feel the same way we
do."

        	Annette shook her head.  "People will find out, eventually,
and try to stop us."

        	"They will find out eventually," said Ken, "but they won't be
able to stop us.  We have Lea on our side, and, as She reminded me
today, She is a Goddess.  We aren't at the whims of a bunch of
barbarians who are going to slaughter us.  That's why she chose
America."

        	"She wasn't able to protect her followers in the past,"
replied Annette.

        	Ken was silent for a moment.  When Lea had said that, he was
sure what She said was true, but he suspected that that wasn't the
whole truth.  So he took a guess.

        	"Those were different times.  And, like anyone else, Lea has
learned some hard lessons.  I won't turn Nemetodunum into an armed
camp, but there is more than one type of power," replied Ken.  "That
being said, there is always a chance of physical danger.  Hell, people
bomb abortion clinics and kill doctors all in the name of saving life.
Once we are found out, there will be a large number of attempts to
'save' us, and, no doubt, a much larger effort to jail us."

        	Annette nodded her head in agreement.

        	"It's amazing how those whose savior was crucified are so
ready to do it to everyone else," she noted.

        	"Yes, well, with that in mind, are you sure that you want to
join the Circle?" asked Ken.

        	"Never doubt it," was her firm reply.  "This is *my* life and
these are my choices.  I won't allow anyone to tell me how to live."

        	Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Ken smiled at the
inconsistencies of Annette's thought processes.

        	She turned to him with a shy grin on her face.  "Yes, I know.
How can I declare myself a slave in one breath, then say I won't let
anyone tell me how to live."  She shrugged.  "I never claimed to be
logical."

        	"There's perfect logic in it," replied Ken.  "You decide how
to live your life, and your decision is to be Gary's slave.  Woe unto
those who would 'save' you from that decision."

        	Annette came to him and hugged him.  He realized that this was
the most dressed he'd seen her at the mansion --  a t-shirt and
panties.  Proving that she was a Priestess in all but name and quite
able to read his emotions, she stepped back and removed both.  As
always, he admired how beautiful she was and began to respond.  She
knelt and spread her legs, then put her hands behind her head.

        	"I'm sure that my Master would approve of you using his
slave," she said.

        	Ken knelt in front of her and looped a finger through each of
her nipple rings.  "Really?" he inquired.  "And what makes you so sure
of that?"

        	"I explained to him that, as a Priestess of Lea, it might not
be a bad idea if you could have my use ... as long as he didn't
object."  She moaned as he tugged on the rings, stretching her brown
nipples from her breasts.  "He told me he had no problem with that, and
he understood that, as a Priestess, I could be used by many people.
He's never had a problem with the concept, only the safety aspects.
Now that he doesn't have to worry about those, he said it was fine for
you to use me at your whim.  Of course, I have to have his permission
for people outside of the Circle to use me."

      	Ken leaned forward and, while still pulling on her rings, kissed
her.  Her scent enveloped him.  All of the Priestesses had a different
scent, of course, but Annette's seemed more... basic, somehow.
Stronger, certainly, than most of the other women, a deeper, dusky
scent.  Even though he knew her body was producing pheromones and that
he was mostly immune to them, there was just something about her scent
that turned his cock to steel.  Perhaps this was what Arianwen and Tina
reacted to?

      	It wasn't long before she was on her back, and he was licking
and sucking his way down her body.  She was so different from each of
his wives, yet so beautiful and exciting.  Annette was neither the waif
that Arianwen was, nor the strong, sleek cat that Jane so closely
resembled.

      	Annette's body was fuller, and quite well-muscled.  She was
beautiful and running his hands, then tongue, over her was wonderful.
He realized that this was the only time he'd been alone with her that
*wasn't* in a bondage setting.  She was still a submissive, but
submissive is not the same thing as passive, and Annette was quite an
aggressive lover.

      	When he arrived between her legs, he used her labial rings to
spread her wide.  She moaned from the pain/pleasure of the sensation,
eagerly accepting his oral attentions.  He was just as eager to give
them.  She was shaved completely, to more clearly display her nether
jewelry, and the sight and taste of her sex drove him wild.

      	"Pull them hard, Master, please..."  she begged.

      	Ken obliged, pulling harder on her lower rings while she gripped
her hood ring and pulled that.  This had the effect of exposing her
swollen clit, which he eagerly laved with his tongue.  It wasn't long
before she was begging for an orgasm.  Knowing her mood, Ken granted
it.  There was a time to deny and a time not to, and this was the time
to give Annette as many orgasms as her body could handle.

	Finally, he slid inside her, and she shuddered, climaxing almost
immediately.  He and Gary were about the same length, but he was far
thicker than her Master, and she loved it when he pounded into her,
riding what seemed to be an almost continuous wave of pleasure.
Finally, the two of them split apart, his cock coming out of her with a
thick slurping sound.

	"Thank you, Master," she said, "that was just what I needed."

	"Always happy to oblige," smiled Ken.

	There was nothing like holding this woman in his arms.  She wasn't his
slave, or his wife,  but he realized that she was his lover.  Each of
the women in the Circle was special, and every time he made love to one
of them, he felt privileged.  She ran her hand down and stroked his
sticky cock, still mostly hard.

	"Master, you didn't cum," she said with a pout.

	"I was enjoying your orgasms," he smiled.

	"May I enjoy one of yours?" she asked.

	"Certainly."

	Annette took his cock in her mouth, licking off her secretions.  Ken
positioned himself so he could watch her and smiled.  It was good to be
the Avatar.

End Chapter 2-12

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+