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Queen Alice
I see you in the bar, sitting, beer in hand. You're watching the band intently,
the music filling your blood. At the break, I make my way to your table,
ostensibly to talk to one of the musicians there. I sit down at your side,
brushing against you briefly, seemingly ignorant of the contact. But I'm
watching your reaction. I feel you twitch, and your heart beats a little
faster. Good.
The musician at your table knows me. We talk briefly, then he leaves us. I
introduce myself. You look at me, the tactlessness of your youth betraying your
polite instincts. I lean back in the chair, stretching my long legs, and allow
you a better look. I pull out a cigarette you quickly (TOO quickly) light it.
While I was not looking for the kill, and I am not dressed to hunt, you are too
willing a victim to leave alone. You are young and eager. I am mature and
experienced. It's a wonderful match for now.
I make two more trips to the bar you watch me, rolling your eyes wistfully over
my 6'2" frame. Be careful what you wish for. The music continues, but my
presence is beginning to fill your blood much more than the music. You want to
leave, but your ride is on-stage at the moment. "Can I give you a ride home?", I
ask. You eagerly accept, and the trap is sprung.
We get into the car, and I note with amusement that you're sitting a re-
spectful distance away. I drive off, and as I make the first turn, you sud-
denly rediscover your voice. "I forgot to tell you where I live.", you say,
sheepishly. I pull the car over, unfasten my seat belt, and lean over you,
pinning you to the seat. I kiss you aggressively. It's a good kiss. Tongues duel
actively. My hands, one on your chest, the other, pressing against your thigh,
give me a physical sense of your reaction. My presence fills your senses and
your soul. I pull away, composed. You are anything but. What made you think I
meant your home, silly boy? I hear you swallow. You're a- fraid of me. This
isn't the last time you'll know that feeling.
We drive on, as your fear and your fantasies battle in you. I can almost hear
them in the silence of the car. When we arrive at my house, I wait for you to
try and run away. It would be a long walk back to the bar, but some try anyway.
You don't run, and it would seem that your fantasies have won the battle. As I
close the front door behind us, it is definitely too late for you to reconsider.
I pull you to me for another kiss. Surprise at my aggres- sion delays your
response, so eager and welcome when it comes. I caress your manhood through your
pants. It is time. We are both ready.
I lead you up the stairs to my bedroom, where the first of many surprises
awaits. I wait for you outside the bathroom, and pull your pants down when you
come out. I guide you, stumbling, with your pants around your ankles towards the
bedroom. Both of us laugh. You for the absurdity of walking with pants around
the ankles, and I in anticipation of the reality that your fan- tasy has not
prepared you for. I open the bedroom door, and gently urge you to enter first. I
hear the gasp of surprise as you regard Ann, my maidser- vant, who is sitting on
the bed, naked.
"Mistress?", she queries. Her blonde hair covers her petite breasts, and her
blue eyes regard me, awaiting my command. I feel a little twinge of de- sire for
her, but I am busy holding you tightly, and blocking your exit. I command Ann to
service you. Your struggles subside as Ann takes you in her warm, soft, wet
mouth, and fellates you with the loving care I commanded.
I undress, watching you stroke Ann's hair with bliss on your face. "He wants to
fuck you, Ann. I want him to fuck you." Ann lay on the bed, parted thighs
inviting you. You look at me nervously. I smile and nod, and you mount my
maidservant. Her legs wrap around your back, as her wet cunt wel- comes you.
Your lust begins to take over, and you pump at her enthusiasti- cally,
forgetting about me. I reach into the drawer, and pull out some toys. I smile to
myself, knowing that you are unaware of my existence, let alone my actions.
I hear your breathing get more ragged, and Ann moans happily at your thrusts.
The room smells of sex. I quietly approach you from behind, but you couldn't
stop now if your life depended on it. I push the greased anal probe into your
ass and hear you grunt in pain and pleasure. Every muscle in your body goes
stiff, and then you jerk violently as I twist the probe. You ex- plode into
Ann, triggering her orgasm. I stimulate you from within, Ann's cunt stimulates
you from without, and you moan and jerk uncontrollably each time I move the
probe. Finally, you give one last shudder, and collapse on top of Ann as I
withdraw the probe.
You are handcuffed before you have strength to fight it. "What are you do -
ing?", you ask, frightened. I drag you down the steps, any further ...
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