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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} Pandora's Box 9 (Mf Mff MMf rom ws exhib bdsm)
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Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 02:10:02 -0400
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given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
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Gabriel frowned. "Why not?"

Pandora sat up, pulling her legs up and looking uncomfortable. "I
don't...usually...dance in public anymore."

He reached for her, pulling her over to him. "Why not?"

Pandora leaned against him, shaking slightly. "Last time I did it
was...bad. I...I nearly got raped," she whispered.

Gabriel pulled her close. "Oh, god. We don't have to, then. I just thought
you might like it."

"I _want_ to dance with you, I just...just wanted you to know what guys do
when I dance. It...it's creepy. They...change."

"Oh?" he asked.

"It's not quite as bad as when I'm singing, too, but something makes them
just...go crazy."

"Well, you have the kind of body that drives men wild." He ran a hand down
her side.

Pandora shuddered. "That's what my dad said when he picked me up. I still
don't think that's an excuse for them to jump on me and hurt me," she said,
looking away.

"No. It's not. But assholes don't _need_ an excuse, unfortunately." He
sighed. "Trust me. I had more than enough run-ins with assholes when I was
your age."

Pandora sighed and looked away. "Anyway...that's why I'm not supposed to
dance at clubs anymore. They really didn't like having to come get me at
the police station. Someone might have seen me there, you know."

Gabriel hugged her. "We don't have to do anything you don't want, honey."

"It's not that I don't want to...god, to be able to do anything 'normal'
with you would be so...so nice. It's just...well, it scared me. If I hadn't
been with a friend, and she hadn't started hitting people with a chair,
I..." She looked up at him, her face pale and scared. "It would have
been...bad."

Gabriel squeezed her again. "I understand. That had to be scary."

She nodded. "It was. It was...unexpected. I mean...I'd had guys rush me
when I was singing, a couple of times, but that was just...one of those
things. No one had ever...ever just _grabbed_ me before. But...you wouldn't
let anyone hurt me...right?"

"Right. I'd protect you."

"Then...that's okay. Just don't leave me alone. I think I'd even be okay
singing on stage again, if you were there."

"I hadn't realized you were a singer."

She looked down, blushing. "Singing, dancing, my instruments...I've been
performing since I was five. But when I...ah...grew...I stopped most of it,
because guys...started being scary. The modeling thing, that's for my
mother, and because it's the only thing left that really seemed safe. She
wouldn't just let me quit entirely."

Gabriel tilted his head. "You enjoyed dancing?"

Her face lit up. "Oh yes! I loved it, moving with the music, becoming part
of it...I still do, I just only do it in my room now. Not out in public,
and certainly not on stage."

He hesitated. "Would...would you do it for me?"

Pandora blushed. "For you? You want to watch me dance?"

Gabriel nodded.

"Oh...I...okay. What...what style? I was trained in ballet, contemporary,
middle-eastern..."

"What do you like best?"

"I like...just letting go. Wherever the music takes me."

Gabriel gestured at his computer. "Then pick whatever you want."

"You pick. I can dance to anything. You pick something you'd like to see me
dancing to. I want to know what you like."

Gabriel looked thoughtful, then rolled over. A few moments later, the
opening strains of Madonna's "Erotic" echoed through the room.

Pandora slid out of bed gracefully, her hair trailing along the blankets as
she stood, eyes closed and swaying slightly as she listened for a moment.
Then she opened her eyes and smiled at him, and began to dance.

Pure, distilled, sex was the only way he could describe it. Yet at the same
time...there was nothing vulgar, nothing obscene. It was just the essence
of sexual energy, refined and enhanced and contained in one small, swaying,
twirling, hypnotic form. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He wanted
her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.

Gabriel stood, reaching for her, trying to match her movements with his
own.

Pandora stumbled just a bit, then laughed, the sound running caressingly up
and down his spine. She reached for him, one hand around his neck and the
other on his hip, guiding him, but he was too tall, not able to match his
body to the fluid movements of hers....and the touch of her skin was
intoxicating. The scent of her hair drifted to him, dizzying him, making
him need more.

Gabriel bent down, bringing his mouth to hers.

Pandora kissed him, hard, and her hips ground against him, still in the
rhythm of the dance.

Gabriel pressed his hard cock against her stomach, rubbing against her. "I
want you."

Pandora sighed in pleasure. "Yes."

Gabriel reached down, lifting her off the ground, rubbing his cock along
her cunt lips.

Pandora moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "_Yes_! Please..."

Gabriel pressed the tip of his cock against the opening to her cunt, then
lowered her slightly, just enough to let him fuck her hard.

She groaned, and her hips still moved with the pulse of the music as she
moved against him. "Yes...oh yes!"

Gabriel kissed her, hard, one hand on her ass, the other on her back, as he
fucked her.

She screamed -- in tune, and with the right rhythm -- and the sound
ripped through him like fire, burning away all resistance.

His claws sunk into her back and she gasped as he slammed up hard into her.
 She was just as desperate, though, and the feel of blood trickling down
over her ass just made her come, hard, screaming again and squeezing him
tightly as she felt his cock jerk and twitch inside her.

Gabriel's legs gave out as he came, and it was all he could do to spin
around and fall backwards on the bed with Pandora above him. The impact
drove his cock even further into her, intensifying the last moments of his
orgasm.

She gave another little scream, her cunt milking his cock as her hips
ground into him, and collapsed, panting, on his chest.

"Oh. God. That was..."

Pandora nodded weakly against his chest.

He sighed. "I think...I think you're really something special."

Pandora laughed, kissing his chest. "Really? And here I thought that you
treated every girl like this..."

Gabriel shook his head. "I'm serious. You were like...pure sex in human
form."

She giggled. "Well...you picked a _porn_ song..."

"True. But that was...something else."

Pandora smiled against his chest, snuggling.  Something warm and wet
trickled down the outside of his hip.

Gabriel moved his head, then froze. "Oh god! You're bleeding!"

"Hmmm?	Again?" She sounded completely unconcerned.

"Let me see your back."

Looking over her shoulder, he found four cuts, about an inch long and
starting from deep punctures, right above the upper curve of her hip. They
were bleeding freely.

Gabriel frowned. "I need to bandage these."

She made a little mewing noise of protest. "It's alright. Don't worry about
them. I just want to hold you."

Gabriel's frown deepened. "I clawed you pretty bad. Let me take care of
them, and then we can cuddle, okay?"

Pandora sighed. "It couldn't be that bad...it felt nice."

"Um...masochist? Remember? It's pretty bad."

"Well...if it bothers you, okay."

Gabriel gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before sliding out form
underneath her.

She lay there quietly and let him fetch things to tend the cuts.  Kneeling
beside her and looking down, the trail of blood down her white skin was
even more attractive to him. The sight, and the smell of the blood, stirred
his body, evoking a response (though slight) that he would have sworn was
impossible. The effect intensified when she started humming softly to
herself and her aura brightened slightly.

Gabriel leaned forward, instinctively, and lapped at the blood running down
her thigh.

Pandora gasped. "Ooooh! Oh that's _nice_..."

"Mmm. Yeah." He lifted his head up. "This is probably going to sting."

"Wait...don't stop..."

Gabriel hesitated, then lowered his head again, lapping at the cuts.

Pandora moaned, low and purring. "Mmhmm...nice..."  Her aura brightened,
and he could feel her skin tingle beneath his tongue.

The smell and taste of her blood was something he'd never imagined...and
unbelievably arousing, especially with the little sounds of pleasure she
was making. He licked at the wounds, not wanting or willing to stop, and
felt himself grow aroused as his fangs grazed along her skin.  After about
half a minute, though, the blood flow lessened, then the cuts stopped
bleeding altogether.

Gabriel hesitated, and then pulled himself away with difficulty, his cock
hard again. "That was...odd."

Pandora rolled over, her legs falling apart naturally as she reached for
him. "Ooohh that was _so_ nice..." she said dreamily. "Gabriel...can
you...please?"

Gabriel slid up her body, his cock sliding easily into her cunt, and he
began to fuck her slowly and gently.

Pandora moaned and closed her eyes, moving leisurely beneath him, content
this time to have it long and slow.

He didn't hurry, drawing it out as long as he could. She matched him with
slow, leisurely pleasure, her movements smooth and languid, til at last,
when they did come, it was a gentle transition, a tense, delicious peak,
and then a slow glide down as she kissed his chest and lay beneath him.

"Mmmm. Nice. But...I love you, you know that, but I think maybe we might
have, um, overdone things a bit," she said, shifting uncomfortably beneath
him and wincing.

Gabriel lay there, holding himself up just enough that his weight didn't
crush her, for several minutes. Finally, with a reluctant sigh, he kissed
her and rolled off to the side. "That was nice."

"Yipe! Ow...mmhmm. Very. But I'm going to be walking funny."

"Sore?"

She nodded ruefully. "But I just...couldn't resist."

"Speaking of not resisting..." He fell uncomfortably silent for a moment.
"Would you do something for me without asking too many questions?"

She looked at him woefully. "You saying I talk too much?"

Gabriel shakes his head. "No. I'm just...worried about something. A lot.
Would you dance for me again, but if I tell you to stop, do so immediately,
and not move?"

Pandora frowned. "O...kay. I guess so. But why? What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe nothing."

"Um, okay..." She crawled out of bed, wincing a bit, and started to move to
the music that was still going on the computer. The play-list had cycled a
ways, and a piece with a deep, throbbing baseline had just started.  After
a few beats, she caught the rhythm, and the frown of concentration smoothed
to a sublime smile. At that point, it wasn't more than 20 seconds before
his palms started to sweat and clenched into fists.

It was so subtle he barely caught it, but there was a change, some
slight difference in her aura, a shifting of the dominant colors so
that there was more red thas gold.

"Stop!"

Pandora stopped, her arms falling awkwardly to her sides as she took one
last, stumbling step and looked at him. Her aura continued to pulse redly
for several seconds, then gradually subsided back to its normal golden red
base, and his arousal faded with it.

Gabriel bit the side of his lip thoughtfully. "Okay, dance some more. I
think..." He leaned forward, as if to get a better view.

"You think what?" she asked, noticeably quite uncomfortable.

"Dance for me just a little bit more so I can be sure?"

She sighed, but nodded and started dancing again. For a long while, she was
tense...it was still beautiful, still arousing, still a work of art, but
that unreal spark wasn't there. Then, finally, she relaxed again, closing
her eyes and letting the music wash over her, and it started almost
instantly.

Gabriel held up his hand. "Okay, stop." He patted the bed beside him. "Come
sit down? I think I have some answers for you."

She looked relieved as she sat beside him. Her body language was cautious
and closed though...she sat with her legs together, arms across her chest,
and avoided looking directly at him. "okay?"

Gabriel reached out, slipping his arm around her. "I think I know how you
felt last night, when I was having trouble controlling my aura."

"Ooookay?"

"You do the same thing when you dance. I guess I owe those boys an apology.
They really _couldn't_ help themselves."

She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head slowly. "No," she said
flatly. "That's just not possible."

Gabriel nodded, firmly. "You do. I think you do it differently -- your aura
just kind of...fills the area around you -- but you do. I was almost unable
to tell you to stop."

She drew back from him, shaking her head. "_No!_. I do not."

"You do, honey." He frowned. "Why does the idea upset you so much?"

"Look... you didn't see auras before yesterday. You can't be _sure_ what
you see means what you think it does. Maybe they just do that all the time.
Maybe it has nothing to do with anything, and it's just...a coincidence, a
side effect."

"It starts doing it when you start dancing, and as soon as it does I start
going out of my mind with lust. You stop dancing, and a few seconds later
it fades." He sighed, looking away. "I'm glad you were willing, because I
couldn't have stopped myself."

She looked away from him, shoulders hunching. "Maybe you just _liked_ my
dancing."

Gabriel pulled her close. "What's wrong?"

Pandora closed her eyes tightly, clenching her jaw to stop it trembling.

"Honey?"

"They _hurt_ me. Tore my clothes, grabbed me...I had bruises.  The cops who
came...acted like I'd done it on purpose. Told me to stay home if I
couldn't keep from causing riots. Then my father..." Her voice cracked, and
a tear trickled out the corner of her eye. "Just said I should have known
better, that I got off luckier than I deserved, and that he forbid me to
even think about pressing charges against any of 'those poor boys'. And now
_you_. Y-you think it's my fault too..."

Gabriel said, quietly, "No, I don't. It's no one's fault. You didn't intend
to do it; you didn't even know you _could_ do it. SO it's not your fault.
And maybe..." He looked thoughtful. "Maybe if you know you have it, you can
control it. It's not fair for you to lose something you loved so much
because of something you never asked for."

"I don't 'have' anything. You can't be sure of that. You don't know anymore
about this...this stuff than I do. So you got turned on when I danced...so?
Maybe you just liked it...or maybe it's this thing between us that does it.
Or maybe whatever it is you are is just naturally over-sexed."

Gabriel sighed. "No, I can't be absolutely certain, but I'm pretty sure.
Honestly, I'd expected you to be glad that there was an explanation,
especially if it's something you can turn off now that you know you need
to."

She said, quietly, sadly, "People have treated me like a freak all my life,
and I handled it by telling myself that they were wrong, they just didn't
know me, that they were just being mean so their opinions didn't matter.
Now you tell me they were right all along."

Gabriel shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm telling you you're different, not
a freak. And if you can control this, I can help you get the best revenge
possible."

Her eyes welled with tears. "I don't _want_ revenge. I just want...all I
ever wanted was to be normal. To do normal things, have real friends, be a
real person."

"Fuck normal. I'd rather have you be yourself." He chuckled, a wry
expression on his face. "Do 'normal' people have a...a...whatever the hell
I am as a fiance, or have his dead ex-wife tell her that she approves? You
don't want to be normal, you want to be happy."

She looked at her lap. "Well...it always looked like the same thing,
before. The normal girls all seemed so much happier than me, anyway."

"It's not. It's just that people like us...we have to find other people
like us to be with."

Pandora turned and hugged him tightly.	"I'm okay. As long as I'm with you,
I've got what I need."

Gabriel hugged her back. "Good. I want you to be happy." He smiled at her.
"Would you do something for me?"

She looked worried, but nodded.

"Dance for me, and see if you can control it?"

Her head dropped and her shoulders hunched. Her aura dimmed unhappily,
drawing close to her skin.

Gabriel squeezed her. "It's a win-win situation. If you succeed, then
you've got back something you'd lost. If you don't, we make love again. Not
seeing a downside to my glorious plan, here."

"Gabriel...um...I _hurt_. I don't think I could...I mean if you want
to...nevermind, it's okay." She stood up.

Gabriel smiled at her. "Hon, I've got a tongue, and I know how to use it,
remember?"

"Would _you_ remember? If...if it's like you say?"

Gabriel nodded. "I think so. It drives me out of my mind with lust, but
since I enjoy going down on you almost as much as I do fucking you, I don't
think I'd have a problem. Especially if we were in a sixty-nine."

She blushed, the red of her aura making it look even brighter. "I...am
_really_ sore. But I won't tell you no."

Gabriel frowned. "Are you _that_ sore, honey? I thought it was just
inside..." His frown deepened. "I should have realized, though.
We've...really overdone it, haven't we?"

She looked down at her feet, blushing. "Well...I'm used to lots of
exercise, but...this has been kinda...extreme," she admitted. "But it's
okay, I'm fine, really. We can."

Gabriel shook his head. "No, I don't want to hurt you." He smiled slightly.
"Well, not like _that_, and not yet. Besides, if we wait till you're less
sore, we don't have to worry about what we do."

She peeked up at him uncertainly. "You're sure? I mean...it really would be
okay. I...I'd like it. I'm not a tease." Her face clouded. "At least...I
don't want to be, especially not to you."

"I'm sure. Hon, I never want to do it when we aren't _both_ interested,
okay?"

"I just...don't want to disappoint you."

He smiled. "You aren't, okay?"

Pandora nibbled on her lower lip and stepped close to him, pulling his head
to rest on her breasts. "I've just...never done this before. Not just the
sex, I mean _anything_." She held his head to her chest, so he couldn't
look at her, but her breasts pinkened with her embarrassed blush, too. "I
don't really know what's...expected. Especially if we're going to
be...um...kinky."

Gabriel kissed her breast gently. "We'll figure it out as we go along."

"But...you do know. What you want, anyway. Just let me know..."

"I will. But right now I just want you to get used to the idea, okay?"

She looked him in the eye. "I'm willing. Whatever you want, whatever's
important to you...just tell me."

Gabriel nodded. "I will. I promise."

Pandora bent and kissed him thoroughly. "Okay. So... Since we can't...you
know...what do we do now?"

Gabriel shrugs. "Whatever you want. You could kick my butt some more."

She giggled. "You should see my sis--" Her face went pale. "Oh my god what
time is it?!"

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