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Disclaimer: This contains sex and rape. If you object to any of these do not
read any further. (I just wonder why you are even here if you don't.)
Author's Note: This story is written for Simon's Mind Control Archive. You may
post it to any site that doesn't charge. Please acknowledge me as the author and
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Cassandra's Curse
Derek looked into the mirror in back of the bar. He was drunk. Hell, he'd passed
drunk awhile ago. His hair was disheveled, his clothes rumpled, and his eyes had
trouble focusing.
"Bitch," he remarked to no one. It was all Linda's fault. He was so angry he
didn't care that he had lost track of the number of beers he had had. He had
returned home from a hard days work to find her sitting in the living room. She
had taken one look at him, gathered her coat, and told him she was leaving. And
her reason for leaving? He was boring. He didn't go out enough. He didn't
satisfy her. He tossed back his beer. Satisfy her. To satisfy her he had to do
everything she said, all the time. Derek didn't mind sharing power in bed, but
to surrender it constantly?
<What I need,> he told himself, <is a woman I can control.> He snorted. <And
just where do you find one of those Derek my boy?>
Some one came up to the bar next to him. Looking at the reflection in the mirror
he saw a woman with long, dark hair. Her dark dress was well designed, but
modest. Her expression was sour, even unfriendly. He wondered why she was even
at the bar.
Smiling foolishly he turned to her and said, "Sit down, baby."
To his surprise she did. Suddenly. When she glared over at him he saw that she
had flashing jade eyes and a long, beautiful face. "Leave me alone," she
replied.
It wasn't a slap so Derek decided to push his luck. "No. Now give me a kiss."
The woman leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. He even felt her tongue
run around the edge of his lips. When she finally pulled back she looked
disgusted. Derek found his smile fixed to his face.
"Now leave me alone," the woman said.
"No," Derek said again. He looked her body over. "You should have worn something
more revealing. I'd like to know what you look like in there."
Derek's eyes watered and lost focus. When he could see straight again the dress
had changed. Now it clung to every curve and swell. He could make out medium
breasts, a tight ass, and long legs. The alcohol made it seem natural. His smile
grew.
"If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to call the bartender," she threatened.
He responded, "No you won't. You're not going to do anything that will draw
attention to us. Do you understand?"
In a quiet voice she responded, "I understand."
"Good. Now get yourself a drink."
While she ordered Derek realized he felt very strange. The combination of the
booze and the woman's response were getting to him. He felt strong, powerful,
controlling. It was the best he had felt in months.
"What's your name?", he asked.
When the woman didn't responded he demanded, "Tell me your name."
"My name is Cassandra."
"Did you drive here?"
Again silence. "Tell me if you drove here."
"Yes, I drove."
Derek smiled out over the crowd. He saw only a few women that looked as good as
Cassandra. A little voice in the back of his mind told him there were better
places to get to know her better.
"Finish your drink," he told her, "you're taking me to your place."
In no time the two of them were outside the bar, climbing into her midnight
black Ferrari. Cassandra looked unhappy, but made no attempt to get him in
trouble.
"Do you live alone?"
When she failed to respond he ordered, "Answer my questions, bitch."
"Yes, I live alone."
"Is anyone expecting to hear from you?"
"No. No one is expecting to hear from me."
"Good. At the next red light, open your blouse. I want to see your tits."
The next time they stopped, Cassandra pulled down her top, then he bra after
Derek order her to. Topless, she drove away from the intersection.
"No accidents," Derek told her as he began to fondle her breasts. The breast
were well formed, and he wondered if they were real. The best parts were her
nipples. Large and already semi-hard the quickly stiffened under his care. He
caressed and fondled her breast while pinching and twisting her nipples. He was
rewarded by gasps and moans and her quickening breath.
"You like that?"
"No," she responded quickly.
He grinned. "But it is exciting you."
"Yes."
Derek resisted the temptation to explore any lower on her body until they pulled
up to a large house.
"This is all yours?", Derek asked.
"Yes."
"Then lead the way inside."
Clearly unhappy Cassandra led him up the stair and into the house. Once inside
she turned and faced him.
Smiling again he said, "Strip."
Cassandra pushed her dress down to the floor, pulling her panties with it. Then
she stepped out of the dress before removing her shoes.
Rubbing his crotch he ordered, "Down on your knees, bitch. I want you to crawl
over here and suck my dick."
Cassandra did as he ordered. She undid his pants and took out his hard on and
sucked it into her mouth. It was almost more than Derek could handle. He grabbed
her hair and guided her back an forth.
"I want my dick down your throat."
On her very next trip down his pole, she swallowed him, continuing until her
nose rested in his pubic hair. He held her there for a moment, enjoying the feel
of her throat around him. The humiliated look in her eyes when she looked up at
him pushed him over the edge. Suddenly he was cumming down her throat. He held
her until he was drained, then pulled her off of him.
"Stay right there." He collapsed onto a couch. He was tired from the drinking
and the late hour, but Cassandra represented some much potential, he didn't want
to pass it up. He climbed out of his clothes and sat back on the couch.
"You're responsible for getting me back in shape to fuck you," he said half
jokingly.
Cassandra crawled over to him and placed her hand in is crotch. Derek was dimly
surprised to find himself getting hard again just from her touch, but he wasn't
going to argue. He pushed her back onto the floor and climbed on top. He licked
and bit at her nipples while he rolled her breasts in his hand, his dick probing
the entrance to her cunt. Suddenly he had an idea.
"Have you ever taken it in the ass before?"
"Yes, but I don't like it."
He man-handled her onto her hands and knees. "Well this time you are going to
like it. In fact, you are going to love it."
Placing his member at the entrance to her ass he slowly worked it in, inch by
inch. Cassandra grunted and groaned, but made no attempt to get out from under
him. Once he was all the way in he pulled back, then slammed forward. Cassandra
grunted loudly. One hand went to her breast, fondling them while he moved her
back and forth as well, his other hand found her clit and began to play with it.
He smiled as she quickly warmed up under him. When she looked aver her should at
him the embarrassment was mixed with a health dose of lust. Taking his hand from
her breast her grabbed her hair and twisted her head into position for him to
kiss her mouth. This time her tongue didn't lick around the edge of his lips, it
darted into his mouth. He felt her quiver under him. Her ass clamped down on his
dick causing him to cum for the second time that night.
Panting, they both collapsed to the ground. After a moment Derek pushed himself
up. With a self-satisfied smile he rolled Cassandra onto her back. She had a
faint smile.
"One more time," he said. "Do what you did to me before."
Cassandra's smile grew shy. Reaching between his legs she grasped his member
lightly and it sprang to life. He pushed he back down and started over with her
breasts. This time though he didn't just poke around, after Cassandra warmed up
he pushed deep into her. He rocked back and forth quickly, driving into her.
With his hands stroking her breasts, his mouth was locked onto hers, their
tongues dueling in her mouth. He felt a powerful orgasm shake her, then he came
for a third time before dropping down onto her, exhausted.
"Stay here," he mumbled, we'll continue this in the morning.
EPILOGUE
Derek awoke with a massive headache and a horrible taste in his mouth. Moving
before he was really awake he located a kitchen and pulled a jar of orange juice
out. After several swallows he became aware of the fact he was in a strange
house.
<Now I've done it,> he though. <I wonder who I went home with.>
He returned to the living room for his clothes and gasps when he saw Cassandra
laying on the floor looking up at him. The previous night came flooding back. He
was shocked and horrified by what he had done. He was also rather scared of what
was going to happen next.
Hesitantly he asked, "Why are you still on the floor?"
"Because you told me to stay here," she replied.
"And you did," he observed. "Why?"
"Because I had to."
"I don't understand."
Cassandra bit her lip. He was about to ask her again to explain when she
responded, "I'm cursed."
Derek sat down. "How? Why?"
Now Cassandra grimaced. "I'm a mage. And I don't care for men that much. I would
find a man to play with. Make him desperate for me. He would quit his job, leave
his family, anything for a night with me. And when they did come to my bed . .
."
"Yes?"
"I wouldn't let them cum. I would have my fun and leave. Unfortunately I tried
that on a powerful male mage. He had shielded his power so I didn't know the
truth until it was too late. He bound my powers and put a curse on me. He said
that since I had had so much fun fucking men, men would fuck me. I had to do
anything a man commanded. Any man."
Derek leaned back in surprise. "How long does this curse last?"
"Until I have been fucked by the same number of men I fucked."
"How many more do you need?"
"Five more men and I am free."
"So, if I fuck you five more times the curse is broken."
"No. They have to be all different men."
Derek was about to say something when his mouth snapped shut. An idea so awesome
had occurred to him, it blocked everything else out. "You have to do everything
I say?"
"Yes," Cassandra replied in concern.
"So, if I order you not to sleep with any more men, you will become my pet."
Cassandra's mouth dropped, and a look of horror came over her face. With that
answer Derek began to laugh.
TO BE CONTINUED????
Well, should the story continue. Let me know your opinion at ewok48@hotmail.com.
Master E.
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