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Hi, again. You may have heard about me from this nice Mr. Vargas. (No,
I'm not going to tell you my name.) Some time ago he wrote just what I
told him in a story he called "Principles" and it came out real nice. Lots
of people have said it was good. He told me that a lady named Celeste who
does re-views or pre-views -- or something like that -- gave it an award,
even though she thought the way I tricked my husband into getting me
pregnant so many times was "repulsive." If you haven't already, maybe you
should stop now and go read that story at

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/
on Kristen's page, or ftp://asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/principl.txt

Otherwise, some of what I am going to let Mr. Vargas tell you now won't
make much sense.

*****
Back when I let Mr. Vargas write the first story, everything about my life
was wonderful. I had a wonderful husband -- my Josh -- who is also a
wonderful lover, a wonderful daddy to my ten children, and the father of
nine of them. (See, that's what I mean about reading the other story
first!) We were living in a beautiful house surrounded by flowers in the
capital of the South American country where Josh worked for a major oil
company. His job was to make sure the company didn't damage the
environment as they explored for oil.

Rachel and Courtney were happy in the seventh and eighth grades of the
local International School and FAR too popular with the boys in the grades
ahead of them. Steve, Roy, Beth, Ruthie, and Jennifer were in elementary
school and Jeff was in kindergarten. Billy and Vickie were at the adorable
rug-rat stage. Best of all, I had just found out Josh had made me pregnant
again -- this time with no fuss.

The only problem was that Maria and Consuelo, who help me with the house,
Rosita, who helps look after the babies, and even Lupe, our cook's 18
year-old daughter all got pregnant about the same time I did. I guess it
was the "dorm room" effect; the menstrual cycles of women who live close
together become synchronized. [Thanks for the word, Homer.] It didn't take
too much detective work to figure out who was responsible for all those
plump bellies from the way that Consuelo, Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at
Josh every time they saw him and the sheepish glances he returned.

Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I was upset only about
their poor timing. Apparently it happened while I was in the hospital for
a few days with a parasite attack. (Amazing, Josh goes into the jungle and
eats snakes and bugs and never comes down with anything. I try to be
careful and become food for a zoo of the little bichos.) Josh and I worked
out that our Martita was conceived the night Josh sneaked in to my hospital
room after hours. I hadn't had any for over three days and was in need.
The nuns who run the place wouldn't let him come back again at any hour
after they found him in bed with me "keeping my spirits up" so well I was
screaming at the top of my lungs when he made me come.

Well, while Madam was away, her "faithful employees" and Lupe, the little
minx, decided to take compassion on my poor horny husband (and find out if
he was really as good in the sack as they could guess from my wild cries of
passion every night as Josh fucked me). It wasn't difficult. When Josh
goes several days without sex he gets preternaturally horny. [Stop using
words like that, Homer!] That's one reason I always try to keep him well
nailed down -- that, and that I love fucking him. But after our little
misadventure in the hospital, Josh was high, dry, and spry. Any woman --
especially those four -- could see it.

*****

Lupe offered to cook that weekend in place of her papa who left for his
home village. Josh of course didn't notice anything strange when Consuelo
and Rosita didn't take their usual day off that Saturday. Josh worked that
morning, but was home for lunch. Lupe put on a spread. Rosita had bundled
the older kids off to their friends' houses for the weekend and the babies
-- well they were there for inspiration, I guess. Josh, I'm sure,
suspected nothing, not that he didn't enjoy having three pretty round women
and one eye-popping girl hovering over him. He probably thought nothing
was amiss when he saw them all in short flared skirts and ample bosoms
showcased in frilly blouses. I'll bet his prick was thinking about it,
though.

*****
Maria, who was orchestrating everything, made sure that Josh had a second
and then a third glass of wine with his lunch. She even slipped something
in the last glass that knocked him for a loop. As soon as he go up from
lunch he wobbbled, said he guessed he needed a siesta, and headed off to
bed -- just where they wanted him. He later told me he didn't remember
Maria guiding him up stairs to our bedroom and he even denies he knew that
she helped him undress. But I don't believe he didn't know when she
slipped her warm brown body in bed with him and helped herself to his cock!
She told me that even half zonked he fucked her better than any man she'd
ever known. That I believe!

*****
Maria had intended to have a nice little ride and get off. Well, she got
off -- so well that she didn't want to get off; Consuelo and Rosa
practically had to drag her out of bed Josh so they could have their go at
him. The four vixens took turns fucking my out-of-it man all afternoon and
night. Josh says he only really woke up the next morning when he
discovered Lupe astraddle him screaming obscenities at the top of her
lungs, as she rode him to more orgasms than she could count.

*****
Josh's embarrassed explanation for the rest of the time until I came home
was, "hanged for a farthing; hanged for a pence." [I don't understand
that, Homer.] My fallen husband gladly let them take turns fucking him
silly and he must have filled each horny pussy full several times over. I
was only in the hospital a few days, but it was enough for Josh to put a
baby in each of my "helpers." Knowing how sexy Josh is, though, I could
hardly blame the girls for wanting Josh to make them pregnant; and knowing
how horny Josh is, I sure couldn't blame him. I just made him promise
never to do it again.

"Oh, honey, of course not. I promise I won't even look at them!"

"Yes you will; they'll make sure of that, and you'll fuck them, too. I
know them too well. Just promise that you'll only fuck one of them
bareback at a time," I told him gravelly as I handed him a large box of
condoms. "No more than two pregnant at the same time," I admonished. You
should have seen that smile!

*****
That was a happy time. The house was getting back to normal after my
Marta, Maria's Mario Jesus, Consuelo's Jesus David, Rosa's Ramon Jesus, and
Lupe's Gabriel Jesus were born. ("Jesus," they told me is "Josh" in
Spanish.) Fortunately, three maternal grandmothers appeared to help out
with the five new babies, although I think they also helped them selves to
my Josh. By the time they went home, Maria's, Consuelo's, and Rosa's
mothers were all working on brand new uncles and aunts for their new
grandchildren to play with.

*****
That's about the time the trouble started, There was a charity ball at the
Petroleum Club that brought together people from all the oil companies and
local elites. I was well along toward getting my figure back after Marta
and dressed accordingly in a little black number and high heels. It was
pretty short and I'll admit I looked and felt hot. I kept glancing
appreciatively at the bulge in Josh's pants as he drove us to the club,
trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes on the road. I started wondering if
I should be thinking of a name for a baby.

I'll dance with anyone, so I thought nothing of it when Bull Parker, the
company project manager, asked me to dance. I knew he and Josh were rivals
because I had heard enough of their arguments, but I wasn't thinking about
that as Bill pulled me into his arms. It was sort of flattering to feel a
big brawny man get a hard-on just from being near a thirty-one year old
mother of eleven. Bull is quite a good dancer and it was easy to just
relax and let him lead wherever he would. Therefore I was surprised when I
found myself alone with him on an isolated balcony with his hand on my
boobs.

*****
Now I'm a pretty short-fused girl, and yes, he was turning me on. But, no,
I wasn't that stupid. Besides, I sensed that this wasn't about lust; it
was about power. Bull wanted to fuck me because I was Josh's wife. I
asked him to stop quietly, then not so quietly, and finally I slapped him
as hard as I could. I managed to cause a commotion and suddenly Josh was
at my side and Bull Parker was lying on the floor with a little blood
trickling out of his nose.

*****
It was an ugly scene, but I never realized it would have the consequences
it did.

Two weeks later, I got word that on a trip to inspect a new drilling site,
the boat Josh was in overturned and only Bull Parker's men came back. I
was almost too crushed to be suspicious, but I was. The search was
continuing, but with Bull Parker's men in charge of it, I had my doubts
about success.

*****
Strangely, with Josh gone, Bull seemed a different person, genuinely
interested in trying to find at least some trace of Josh and solicitous of
my feelings. As the weeks wore on, I found my self warming to him. I
guess he could tell and one night after dinner at my house and a second
glass of wine in me, I let him kiss me. That was a mistake, because a kiss
wasn't enough for either of us. I couldn't resist when his hand found my
nipple and I was squirming even before he slipped a finger into my panties.
I was headed for a come and who knows what else when, most
uncharacteristically, Marta started crying. Although I knew Rosita would
take care of whatever it was, it broke the spell, thank goodness. I pushed
Bull away and resolved not to let this happen again.

Bull persisted in a fairly nice way and I realized that, as hot as I am,
sooner or later, I would give in. I just can't live without having a man
top fuck. But I also knew that if I became Bull's mistress, it was over
for me an Josh even if by some miracle he were found. I could not accept
that. If I had to have a man and I couldn't have Bull, there was only one
alternative: another man. And the other man was obvious -- my cook, Don
Roberto.

As Bull came to see that his sweetness campaign wasn't working, a crueler
side of him re-emerged. I came to learn that he had a native woman from a
down-river tribe in his house at the camp. Apparently she had been
captured by some of Bull's men and he was keeping her, almost as a sex
slave. Worse yet, he had made her pregnant. I threatened to raise a stink
and made him bring her back to the capital to live with me until the baby
was born and we could send her back to her people.

The girl's name was Shana and she was very grateful to me for rescuing her
from Bull. She tried to help around the house and I let her some, but
mainly I insisted she rest and recover from Bull's hard treatment of her.
The longer she stayed with us the more Spanish she learned and soon we were
able to communicate pretty well.

One day I asked her about her home village and tribe. She looked at me as
if trying to decide if she should tell me. Apparently she decided I was
trustworthy and began her tale. I did not know whether to believe it or
even if I had understood her correctly. She said she was from a tribe of
women, only women. Occasionally they were lucky enough to capture a man
whom they "tamed" for doing heavy work and, more important, for breeding.
When I asked, she did said that only girl babies were born from these
unions and did not even think it was strange. Homer thinks it might must
be something in the food the tribe eats or a genetic trait.

Moreover, just before she had been kidnapped by Bull's men, she went on to
say, a new man arrived, a white man. He had not been captured, but rescued
from the river. The whole tribe had rejoiced at this favor of the gods. I
questioned her more carefully about when this white man had appeared and
where her village lay and realized that everything fit. The man could be,
no, I knew it *must be* Josh. I was thrilled. I realized, however, that
Josh had gotten there through Bull Parker's designs and I could not
disclose what I had found out without putting both Josh and the women in
danger. I made Shana promise to let me go with her when she returned to
her tribe. She was very happy I wanted to see her village.

Hoping -- knowing -- I might one day find Josh was a great relief, but it
didn't solve my immediate problem of what to put between my legs. Oh, I
had a nice collection of toys and spent a small fortune on batteries, but
it wasn't the same. I needed a man.

*****

I didn't even need to seduce Don Roberto. It had long been obvious he liked
looking at his sexy Madam. And he had been very sweet since Josh's
disappearance. When I appeared in his room one afternoon after lunch, he
didn't have to ask why I was there. I couldn't make love to him; I could
love only Josh, but we did have sex, tender and passionate sex, and we
didn't miss many afternoons or nights from then on.

I can guess what you're thinking, but no, I did not let him make me
pregnant. I took the precaution of going on the pill two weeks before I
first visited Don Roberto. We both knew what this was -- Madam fulfilling
a basic need with a kind and gentle man who, fortunately, was a good lover.
The women of the house understood, too. I think even Don Roberto's wife,
whom I insisted he visit twice a month, understood. *She* was the one who
got pregnant again soon after she gave birth to Josh's baby.

*****
Life dropped back into a routine. Everyone missed Josh, but there was
nothing I could do until it was time to take Shana back to her village. My
only concern was to make sure that the children, especially my precocious
[Knock it off, Homer!] Courtney and Rachel, didn't find out that Mommy was
having the cook fuck her silly every afternoon.

*****
Although Shana was happy to be well cared for, and she was certainly
glowing with health and her pregnancy, I could tell she seemed troubled. I
asked her what was wrong, but she was reluctant to tell me. At last she
reached over and took my hand and told me how sorry she was. I smiled,
telling her not to worry, that she had made me very happy by giving me hope
that my man was alive. She shook her head. That was not what she meant.

"It is not right that you, who have been so good to me, should not be with
child. If we were in my village, I could gather herbs to help you. It is
not proper for your slave to give children to your subjects and not to his
Queen."

"My slave? His Queen?" I thought for a moment and was stunned. Of
course! Shana thought of our household as a kind of small village of women
with one man-slave and me as queen. She knew I had Roberto fucking me and
she assumed I was trying to get pregnant. I almost laughed aloud until the
implications of the rest of what she said sunk in. "Give children to my
subjects?" My God! It made sense. I wasn't the only woman who missed
Josh and, now that I thought about it, Roberto wasn't always as ardent as I
had expected. And . . . and what about my "subjects?" Damn! I should
have noticed: Maria, Consuelo, and Rosa were all starting to put on a
little weight.

I didn't have time to get mad because Shana was still talking. "Even
without the herbs, I can help you, my Queen."

Things were getting out of control. How could I explain to Shana that I
didn't want to be pregnant? She would never be able to understand that.
Could I refuse her assistance? Tell her I'd gotten myself pregnant eleven
times without her help, thank you? Yet clearly, from her point of view, I
did need "help." She was offering it with such sincerity, with such love
and concern for me. I smiled and nodded my agreement.

*****

I had no idea what her assistance would consist of, but the very next
afternoon as I was about to go sneak out back for my daily fuck with Don
Roberto, Shana stopped me. She shook her head and led me to my own
bedroom. Had she set up a tryst there? No, it was empty, though the
sheets were turned back in preparation for use. She led me to the bed and
began gently to undress me.

Partly out of curiosity and partly to humor her, I allowed her to continue.
I noticed that she wasn't too careful about the way she removed my blouse
and then my bra; her hands were touching me, almost as if she were feeling
me up. Then her hands loosed my skirt and tugged at my panties. Again,
her hands were rubbing my buttocks and massaging between my thighs.

With no effort Shana laid me naked on the bed and knelt beside me. "My
Queen must be readied. She must make a warm nest for the baby."

Before I could ask what she meant, I found out. Suddenly her mouth was
suckling my breast, making my nipple pop up even as her hand found its way
between my legs and began to tease my pussy. I guess just the sexy way she
had undressed me already had me more aroused than I knew, because as soon
as she put her finger in me, I realized I was wet.

Soon I was wetter. This girl knew how to please a woman. If I hadn't been
horny out of my mind, I probably would have been thinking that I had never
done this before and that maybe I wouldn't like it. But I wasn't thinking
that -- or anything. I was just gasping from the sensations that flooded
over me as Shana worked my titties with her lips and tongue. Carefully she
inserted two and then three fingers into my gushing pussy, bringing me
closer and closer to . . . .

"Ahhhhiiiiiieee!" I screamed as I came. Hard! Shatteringly! I felt I
couldn't breath for a few seconds. I did not understand what Shana was
cooing in her own language, but the meaning was clear. "Relax, baby.
You've just had a good come. Enjoy the afterglow." I could do nothing
more -- or so I thought. But then I felt Shana's fingers in me again and
her head slip between my legs, which seemed to open all by themselves to
receive her.

If having her finger me to orgasm was wonderful, what can I say about her
eating me? I won't try, but in no time I was again braying in ecstasy as
her tongue on my clit shot wave after wave of electricity through me. I
know I must have passed out, at least for a few seconds.

It must have been for more than a few, because when I next opened my eyes,
Shana was standing beside me holding a naked Don Roberto by the hand. It
was weird, as if the two of us didn't know how to fuck and Shana was
showing us, step by step. He seemed as passive as I as she positioned him
between my legs and guided his prick into me. That it slid in easily was
obvious, juiced-up as I was from two of the most powerful orgasms I had
ever experienced. Then, like some obscene parody of a gym coach, she
directed the movements of his prick in and out of me.

Shana must have had some kind of magic to adjust Don Roberto's thrusts to
my response, although I suppose she was only observing me closely. In
seconds I was on the edge of another orgasm -- and stayed there! And
stayed. And stayed! I would have pleaded for release but the moment
itself was too perfect -- not that I think I could have gotten words out,
anyway. I was in another world. Nothing existed in that world except my
pussy and a huge prick that was fucking me as I had never been fucked.
When I thought these sensations were more than I could take, I was
overwhelmed by yet another: Shana expertly rubbing my clit in perfect time
with Don Roberto's in-and-out motions.

When the orgasm broke over me, it wasn't a wave it was a tsunami. [Homer!]
To say "I came" would be misleading. I did nothing. It just happened to
me. I was tossed, thrown, punched. I was FUCKED!

I don't remember Don Roberto's reactions, so caught up was I in my own
orgasm. I'll bet it was a doozy, but by the time I could focus on anything
not between my legs, Don Roberto was gone. Only Shana remained, smiling
down at me. I felt full to overflowing with fuck. Shana seemed to be of
the same opinion and wanted me to stay that way. Gently she made me lift
my butt enough to slip pillows under me. I was a little uncomfortable, but
she had a cure for that too. A gentle stroking of my clit made me forget
everything again. She spoke softly to me again, but I only understood "My
Queen . . . my Queen." As a final soft orgasm flowed over me like a
warm bath and I drifted off to sleep, I vaguely suspected I had been
"tamed."

*****

I didn't wake up until the next morning, although I had the dozy idea that
Don Roberto had come to my bed again that night and fucked me senseless,
except that I was *already* senseless. . And I sort of remembered that
afterwards I had slept in Shana's arms. But when I finally got out of bed,
I knew I had been fucked -- long, hard, and well I felt so good, I
couldn't believe it. I had no doubt that if I had not been on the pill, I
would be pregnant. And if there was ever a candidate for contraceptive
failure, I guess I was it.

Shana didn't take such a "hands on" supervision of all my fucks over the
next few days, but she let everyone know who was in charge of getting
Madam's pussy properly filled. And even when my pills called for me to
have my period (it was soooo sweet to see how disappointed she was) she
continued to sleep with me. Soon enough Shana taught me how to lick, and
nuzzle, and tongue her to orgasms that made her squeak with joy. We
weren't lezzies, but we sure did a good imitation.

Before she could be disappointed by my next "period," Shana went into
labor. Maybe it was all those orgasms, but it was really easy. She told
me one day after lunch her water had broken and we had her in the clinic a
half hour later. By sundown Shana was nursing a beautiful little girl that
looked nothing like Bull Parker, fortunately.

*****

A month after Shana's baby was born, she was pestering me to go home. I
tried to delay things for the baby's sake, but figured she had a better
idea than I did about the rigors of the trip. Don Roberto helped us
prepare for the trip and to keep it secret from the men of the camp by
going to a different jumping off point for the down river trip. Money was
no object, so I arranged for us to go as far as possible by helicopter --
that almost blew Shana's mind.

In the little jungle town Roberto arranged for helpers to pilot the boat,
carry the food, etc. Shana had told me that she would guide us from the
landing where the boat would wait for me and (I secretly hoped) Josh to
come back. After three days on the wide, brown river, Shana pointed to a
spot to stop. I could see nothing different about this one spot, but she
was very definite. The boat pulled ashore on a narrow river beach and we
began walking. I carried only some water and a few rations. Shana carried
only her baby, carefully wrapped into a parcel on her back. In three days
the little angel had only nursed and slept and today was no different.

By afternoon a faint trail had appeared which soon became wider. Then
someone spotted us and the jungle seemed to erupt with women -- laughing,
hugging Shana, pointing at the baby, laughing again, and pointing at me.
This was the biggest event anyone could remember. Their sister disappeared
and then returned, with a baby, and a strange looking white woman!

They almost carried us to the village and amid great ceremony Shana told
her story (I guessed from the looks of wonder). I seemed to be an
important part of it; Shana later told me the women were extremely grateful
to me for taking care of their sister and bringing her back to them. The
thanks were very nice, but that wasn't my main concern. I was keeping my
eye out for Josh.

During the excited welcome, he was nowhere to be seen, but at nightfall a
fire was lit, and a more formal ceremony began. As a tall woman, perhaps
my age, emerged from a large hut followed by several others, also
noticeably older than the young women who had greeted us, I spotted Josh --
and his handiwork. He was led to a stool below, surrounded by the Queen
and her court. All the women were glowingly, gloriously pregnant!

I tried to catch Josh's eye, but soon gave up, recognizing that little was
going on behind the slightly silly smile he wore. I asked Shana about this
and she grinned, explaining that men are very dangerous and are only
allowed out among women after they have been "tamed."

How is that done, I asked. She explained that there is a 'taming' ceremony
at which the man is fed special herbs and given palm wine to make him very
happy. All the women dance before him and last of all the Queen. All the
women have some taming magic, but the Queen's is the most powerful. When
the Queen had finished dancing for him, she takes the man to her quarters
and fucks him. After one night with her, the man is completely docile and
will do anything she or the other women say.

I guessed that it was some kind of hypnotism and remembered how I felt in
bed with Shana. Whatever it was, it had Josh hooked. I asked what they
had Josh do. Shana just laughed as if I couldn't see from all the pregnant
bellies of the women. She explained that he was passed from woman to woman
in order of hierarchy starting with the Queen. As soon as the first woman
either missed or had her next period, he was sent to another one, spending
an average of about two weeks with each. Josh had been missing about seven
months and I counted about fifteen swelling tummies (and I could have
missed some that weren't showing yet). Apparently he was as sure a
marksman with these women as he had been with me.

By now it was pretty evident that my arrival was not a coincidence and that
there was some connection between the white man and the white woman. The
next day I asked to talk with the Queen. Shana translated and I attempted
to tell her that Josh was my man and that I wanted him back.

Of course, they found the idea of a woman owning her own man totally
foreign. ("Owning" was the way Shana translated it back to me. It sounded
strange, but I kind of liked it.) Shana vouched for my story that in the
up-river world, there were many men and yes, it was perhaps possible that a
man could be a woman's exclusive property. (Yes!) I explained that I
loved this man and had lived with him for over ten years and that he had
given me eleven babies. This brought gasps of amazement and (I realized
later) intense envy.

Considering the gulf between our worlds, the Queen was amazingly
sympathetic. She said she thanked me for bringing one of her daughters
back and that I deserved a reward, but not the tribe's only man. She
pointed out that there were scores of women that had not had a child yet
and that the tribe's only man was too valuable to let go. She gently
implied that I was selfish, since, if what I had said was true, I could
easily get another man back upriver to make me pregnant. I tried to
explain that it was Josh I wanted, but she was adamant.

That night I cried as I hadn't since Josh first disappeared. Here he was;
I had seen him -- my Josh -- but I couldn't have him. Shana comforted me
as best she could and got me off to several thundering orgasms, but the
ache in my heart was unabated. The next day Shana escorted me to the
landing. I had to leave alone.

In the four-days trip back up river, I formed a plan.

*****
I began by pretending to start to like Bull again. He was such an egotist
that it was easy for him to believe that the grieving widow was finally
getting the hots for him. I went slowly as perhaps a woman in my
circumstances would, gradually allowing him to take me out, hold my hand,
put his arm around me. I made him play the gentleman he wasn't and never
would be. Soon I was teasing him unmercifully, while seeming only to be
coy.

On uncounted nights, Bull thought he would be able to go all the way with
me, only to have me put him off at the last minute. You'd better believe
that I was getting my lights fucked out by Don Roberto during this time; I
didn't want any slip-ups with Bull. Gradually I led him to believe that I
was falling in love with him, that I was hot to fuck him, but I couldn't
until I knew for sure what had happened to Josh.

Then I had Don Roberto spread the tale of the tribe of women and a strange
white man among the people of the base camp. Bull *had* to agree to
investigate and I insisted on going along with him and his henchmen, the
ones that had been with Josh when he disappeared. When plans were firm, I
sent word to Shana that I was returning with a group of men and that she
should be ready.

*****

We took the three-day trip down river, looking for a landmark that Shana
had given me in a return message. Sure enough, we found the three burned
clearings and beached the boat. Soon a group of women arrived, greeted us
warmly and with apparent surprise. I recognized some of the women; Shana
stayed out of sight, thinking Bull might recognize her. I doubted it; to
him she had been just another fuck.

The men attempted to explain our mission, but before 'talking business' the
women cheerfully insisted they must properly welcome us. We trudged toward
the village, Bull and the men getting a feast of the swaying round asses of
the welcoming party. I had an idea of what is coming, but Bill and the
other men didn't.

The village was the busy, bustling place I remembered. I noticed that
since my previous visit, quite a few more women were happily nursing
infants and a new crop of newly pregnant tummies was evident. I could see
Josh was still at work, even though I couldn't see him.

As night fell, a large fire was lighted in the center of the village. Bull
and his men were seated around the fire and pretty, flirty girls brought
around plates of food and gourds of wine. I fell back and found Shana to
watch the fun. We kissed quickly and she began fondling my tits. It felt
sooo good! I hadn't even been able to masturbate in the last three days
and was instantly aroused. Shana understood and slipped her fingers in me,
bringing me to two nice quick comes. "Now you can enjoy the taming
ceremony," she grinned as we turned our attention to the men.

The fire had gone down a little and a pounding drum-beat was gradually
growing louder. The serving women were now bringing more drink than food
and their clothing had grown skimpier. Large unencumbered breasts were
dangled in front of the men's eyes as the women leaned down to refill their
drinks. The loin cloths barely covered their provocative little pussies.
And when a girl stood close enough to a seated man, he couldn't avoid
smelling a cunt in heat.

I saw the men grow tipsy and boisterous as the women teased them, but
suddenly silence welled up like a cobra rising from its basket. At the
sound of a gong, five half-naked women leapt into the circle and positioned
themselves, one in front of each man. Talking, laughing, and ribald
remarks ceased as a woman began to writhe slowly before each man, her
movements in time with the imperceptibly accelerating drum.

The men were riveted by the women's swaying hips and bouncing titties, none
more than Bull himself. I recognized the woman dancing before him. She
was larger and a little older than the others. But what she lacked in
youth, she made up in a sultry sexiness. Seeing who their leader was, the
Queen had taken on Bull as her own project. Like the others, she had a
bright silver disk dangling from her neck in from of her large round tits.
Bull could not take his eyes off of those tits and so he unknowingly stared
too at the shining, flashing disk.

As the dance accelerated, Shana and I giggled to see the women inch closer
to the men, forcing them to look up at those wonderfully round bouncing
boobs at an uncomfortable angle. The drum was louder now, as well as
faster, and filled the ears of the transfixed men as the flashing disks
filled their eyes. Shana and I watched and grinned as we saw Bull Parker
and his men falling into the power of the Queen and her court. The men
were being "tamed."

Now the drum grew still louder and the rhythm more frenetic. [Homer!] The
dancers ground their hips in the faces of the men. Their stares become
glassy. Equally noticeable were their hands. Quite unconsciously, the men
had started masturbating. Suddenly the drum and the dancers stopped. The
men hardly reacted, so deep was the spell they were under. Perfect!

Then I noticed a bit of light creep back into Bull Parker. He was a hard
man, a willful man, not an easy man to "tame," by the looks of it. Slowly,
as if waking from a dream, he began to look around him. The other dancers
had fallen on his entranced comrades. Rock Andrews was lying cradled in
the arms of a busty dancer, sucking her breast, his eyes closed in a
docile, beatific smile. Red Marsh's head was thrown back as he sucked the
pussy of a smiling woman who kneeled over him, slowly jacking him off. Two
others -- Bull couldn't see who in the dim firelight -- were lying with
their pants down around their ankles, their heads lolling, as two smirking
women methodically rode them toward orgasm.

Like a lonely, cornered animal, Bull instinctively sensed the danger and
poised for fight or flight. The Queen looked down at him and saw his
partially successful efforts to throw off the spell. Immediately, she
stepped forward, dropped her skirt, and thrust her crotch in his face. The
scent of a hot pussy must have hit Bull Parker with the force of a 2 x 4.
Shana and I looked at each other as we watched Bull fighting the magnetic
pull of the Queen's rank, dripping love slit. Bull was no longer looking
around at his vanquished followers; he was looking straight ahead, straight
at the bushy cunt in front of his eyes. The Queen was looking down at the
big man, amused. She could see him weakening; she knew the instinct that
could overcome the anger leading to resistance, the fear leading to flight:
lust.

In a final effort to free himself, Bull brought up his hands, just about
high enough to shield his eyes from the bewitching sight before him,
perhaps enough to push away the tempting view that held him fast. He
reached out and with a lunge, grabbed the Queen's ass and buried his face
in her warm snatch.

A kind of cheer went up from the watching women as the last man went down
to defeat. The Queen allowed the slavering man to fill his mouth and nose
with her lust inducing juices for long seconds, then dropped them both to
the mat placed nearby for that purpose. As Bull lost himself between those
plump, delectable thighs, nimble fingers removed his clothes and the Queen
began stoking his hardened prick.

The game was over: brown women 5, white men 0. Now
the fun began. Shana kissed me and pointed to one of the dancers, a curvy
little thing, who was taking her captive away to her hut. The contrast of
the petite woman leading the hulking man by the hand, like a little boy
being put to bed by his nanny, brought a gush to my pussy.

I desperately wanted Shana between my legs, but I forced myself to wait to
see what the Queen would do with Bull. She wasn't taking chances. Long
after eating her had reduced him to a quivering ball of lust, she continued
to stroke his prick and nuzzle and whisper in his ear. At last she stood
and raised him with her hand. Bull's eyes were closed and he wore a face
of perfect contentment. Slipping her arm around his waist, the Queen took
her new lover and strolled into the shadows.

*****

It would have been fun to see the women work on the men all night, bringing
them to the edge of orgasm again and again, making them crave release more
than anything. I would have loved to watch the final collapse of each
man's resistance, his utter subjugation to the will of his new dominatrix,
but I had more important desires that needed satisfying.

Shana took me to her hut where we renewed our love. I don't know who was
first and who next, and next, and next as we each took our pleasure in
pleasuring the other. I slept more happily in her arms that night than any
since I slept last with Josh. We didn't wake until the sun was well up.

*****

That afternoon I sought another audience with the Queen. She looked a
little tired, but happy. Perhaps even tamed, Bull was a vigorous and
satisfying lover. I hoped she was in a good mood as I renewed my petition.
I felt on pretty firm ground. I had brought the tribe five healthy men,
none too old (even Bull was only in his forties). All I wanted in return
was my Josh.

The Queen said that she had consulted the other women and <grin all seemed
pleased with their men. From the little smile, I could tell she was more
than a little pleased with Bull. She agreed, therefore that I could have
Josh . . . provided.

"Provided *what*?" I asked, not as respectfully as I should have, but I
was frustrated.

"Provided the men all perform satisfactorily." She replied.

Now I was confused. I though she had just said she and the other women
found the new men did fuck satisfactorily. Then it dawned on me. I wasn't
leaving with my *proven* stud until the ability of Josh's replacements to
make the tribeswomen pregnant was also proven. They wouldn't even share
Josh with me until they were sure.

*****

It was a tense few weeks but one by one the women who were "trying out" the
new men missed their periods. At last the Queen happily announced that
she, too, was going to have another baby, Bull's baby. I had done it! I
was overjoyed when Shana came to take me to the Queen's quarters and I at
last saw my Josh. I had to admit she had taken good care of him. He was a
little trimmer, more muscular and nicely tanned. I almost drooled to see
my sexy husband again. He still had the happy out-of-it look and didn't
recognize me, but I wasn't worried.

Through Shana the Queen asked me if I wanted her to "untame" him now. I
thought and said no, it would be better if I could wait until I had him
home. Could she tell me how to do it? She smiled as I might when giving
away my favorite cookie recipe.

"It's easy. Just say, 'uusha.'" She whispered so Josh would not hear.
Then she smiled even more and added, "That will also work if you ever need
to 'tame' him again," she winked. The Queen spoke a few words to Josh,
apparently telling him that the white woman was his new mistress. He
looked at me and smiled.

*****

A few days later everything was in readiness for the return. Josh would be
able to manage the boat with just two people in it. I was eager to get
started, but Shana asked if I could delay our departure just one more day.
Although for her part in bringing the five new men to the village, she
stood high on the list of those to be impregnated, Shana didn't want to
have one of their babies, she explained. She was at her most fertile time
right now, she said. Would I, please, this one time, let Josh make her
pregnant tonight?

"Only if I get to watch you and then join in," I laughed.

*****

I had my story ready when we returned to the company camp. We had found
Josh -- although he was very sick. On the way back, however, the boat had
overturned and this time it was Bull and his men who were lost. There was
a stir and searches, but I knew the women would never allow the men to be
found. I sometimes felt a little bad about them, but not very. Each was
either single or had abandoned his wife years ago. All had been complicit
in Josh's disappearance. And, besides, they were all in macho heaven,
surrounded by hundreds of women who wanted nothing more from them than to
fuck the pigs and get pregnant with their babies.

*****
I didn't 'untame' Josh until we were back in our house the capital. He was
very surprised that the "fever" he suffered made him unable to remember
anything about his captivity and my rescue of him, but he can't deny it
happened. I had the proof. It was pretty obvious that our new baby, whom
I insist we call "Shana," was conceived the same night that he was leaving
Shana something to remember him by.

*****

Really, sometimes, even after 16 years of being married to my wonderful
husband, he still surprises me. Would you believe, an educated man like
him being superstitious? It's true. Why, one night a couple of months
ago, I pointed out that Shana no longer needed quite so much attention and
maybe it was time to start thinking about making another baby. Josh got
terribly upset, talking about how unlucky it would be to have thirteen
children. I let him rant; he's so cute when he gets mad. I could have
pointed out that I did not plan on stopping at thirteen, but thought that
was not the best thing to say at the time.

Of course I love Josh too much the way he is to play with his mind, but he
just wasn't being reasonable. I saw that I would have to "tame" him a
little When he finished ranting, I snuggled up to him and whispered,
"uusha." Fortunately, it was only his mind that was tamed; the sex was
anything but. Unfortunately, I forgot to "untame" him for the rest of that
weekend while I was away visiting a friend. You guessed it! If you looked
carefully at Maria, Consuelo, Rosa, and Lupe today, you'd see some
suspiciously tight panties -- just like mine.

The End

Heroically proofread by Joshua Madden, to whom many tanks. [See, I'm
hopeless withoug a proofreader.]

Comments (please) to:
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
Lilith

Copyright 1999 by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas. May not be copied or
posted without permission.

The following is the first of twin stories, Siamese twins, perhaps, or a
single story told from two different points of view. Read them as a
literary experiment.

Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com or treygallant@netscape.net
Story 1 "From Whose Bourne No Traveler Returns..."
by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas

The rain lashed the windshield. Carl cursed as the engine began running
rough. "Damn it, car, don't DO this to me!" Ever since he had gotten
that bad tank of gas, contaminated with water and rust, his fuel lines had
been clogging at unpredictable intervals. He peered through the sheets of
falling water as the motor began to miss, looking for a place he could pull
off the road. Less than 20 miles from the city, but there seemed to be no
sign of civilization along the two-lane rural road. Wait. There was an
entrance drive! He turned into the drive just as the car died, and coasted
to a stop at the side of the pavement.

Carl sighed in frustration. The house was set back a long way from the
road, and it was raining like a sonofagun. But there was no help for it,
it was useless to wait here. He could only hope that the people in the
stately home on the hill would let him in to call the auto club. He was
going to get soaked as it was just walking up the drive.

He was completely drenched and chilled to the bone by the time he rang the
doorbell. Even if he hadn't been, the vision which greeted his eyes as
the door opened would have left him speechless. She was tall and slender,
yet voluptuously curved. She looked as if she had stepped out of a Milt
Cantif illustration from 1940; the Dragon Lady from Terry and the Pirates,
perhaps. She was fair, almost pale skinned, but with raven hair and dark
mysterious eyes. She wore a black satin night gown, floor length, with a
black satin robe, open down the front. Her hair was arranged in a manner
not fashionable for fifty years, yet somehow entirely appropriate for her.
She wore no lipstick, but her eyes were heavily made up, and her brows
plucked to thin arches. He did a double take; her eyes were not made up:
they had the appearance naturally that other women tried to imitate with
makeup.

"Yes?" she said, after a pause. Carl came to himself with a start. He
must have been staring at her for several seconds. She smiled with
amusement.

"My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of her drive, not sure
if she could see it through the storm. "I wonder if I could use your
'phone to call the auto club?"

"They warn us that a single woman alone should not let a strange man into
her house," she replied in a teasing tone. "And the traveler in distress
is the most transparent ploy..." She had the hint of an accent, mysterious
and unidentifiable. She didn't look in the least bit apprehensive.

"Yes, ma'am. 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. "I am in no
danger from you, but you are likely to catch your death if you stand out in
the rain any longer!" She stepped aside and opened the door fully.

Carl did not hesitate, but quickly entered, glad to get out of the cold and
wet. He found himself in an entrance hall, with a gleaming white tiled
kitchen off to his left, and a living room/parlor before him. A darkened
hall led off to the right. The living room was furnished in white: deep
carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in a white brick
fireplace. Music was playing softly on a stereo system with powerful
speakers; although the volume was low, he could feel the bass line.

"You cannot stand there dripping on my carpet. Go into the kitchen and
remove those wet things. I will bring you something to wear." She
disappeared down the dark hall. Carl gratefully went into the kitchen,
took off his coat and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then
hesitated. Someone, it had to be his hostess, tossed him a large, fluffy
towel through the kitchen door. She laughed, "Go on! Get undressed! I
will not look. Dry off!"

Carl blushed, but disrobed and dried himself. Then he wrapped the towel
around his body. It was almost big enough to serve as a toga. Just as he
was finished tucking the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place, the
mysterious beauty returned with a white terry cloth kimono. Coincidence?
Or had she been watching, discretely? "Here," she said, not
unsympathetically, handing him the robe. "Put this on. I will make you
some tea and join you in the living room."

He donned the robe, and went into other room. While he was in the
kitchen, the lights had been turned
down, and the music had changed to something soft and dreamy, vaguely
oriental sounding, very quiet but with a slow, pulsing bass. "Sit down
and make yourself comfortable," his hostess called from the kitchen. "I
have turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of your body."

Carl sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions of the over stuffed
couch with a sigh. The warmth of the room and the sensuous feel of the
velvety pile coaxed him into relaxing. He put his head back, heeding the
music's invitation to let go.

He must have closed his eyes for a moment, because the next thing he knew,
his hostess was sitting beside him, one leg curled up under her so she was
facing him. She held a faintly steaming mug, which she handed him with a
smile. "Comfortable? Good. I want you to feel comfortable. Here,
drink this."

He swallowed a gulp of the fluid, a herbal tea he judged by taste,
somewhere between hot and warm. Almost immediately he felt its soothing
effect spread through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the
drenching he had gotten. He glanced at the woman over the rim. Her robe
was open, and flowed behind her. The skirt of her gown was slit to the
hip, and she was sitting in a posture that appeared calculated to open it
and display her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of the black satin
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.

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

"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 stated. "I want you to feel comfortable
looking at me. Relax and feel free to look at me."

Carl blushed furiously. To put the best face on his confusion, he raised
one eyebrow quizzically. She laughed musically and placed one hand on his
thigh.

"No, truly! I would not dress like this unless I wanted men to look at me.
I like having men look at me. I like having you look at me." She
smiled and leaned her face in her other hand, resting that elbow on the
back of the couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she continued
speaking. "You do enjoy looking at my breasts, do you not?" She did not
remove her hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his
crotch.

"Er...yes, yes I admit I do," Carl replied nervously.

"Yes," she repeated with mock coyness. "I can tell you do," she went on,
letting her fingers trail across his groin. "I believe looking at my
cleavage is getting you turned on. Do not be embarrassed. It happens all
the time when I show men my breasts. I like it when a man cannot keep his
eyes off my bosom. I like it even better when he peeks up my skirt as you
are doing. What is your name?" she said, abruptly changing the subject.

"Ah...huh? Oh, Carl." he stammered. "My name is Carl...."

"Carl." she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a comfortable name. You
are comfortable here with me, aren't you, Carl?" She slipped her hand
inside the robe he was wearing and grazed her fingertips down his bare
thigh.

"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, trying not to show just how disconcerted he
really was. He tried to meet her eyes, but her gaze was so intense, and
the pull of her low neckline was so strong, that he kept looking down into
the shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.

"You are not telling me the truth," she smiled. "Relax, Carl. Like most
men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy woman and
I am wearing clothes that are designed to make you look at me. I think
this negligee with its low neckline intimidates you. Perhaps you are
worried that I might seduce you and take advantage of you. After all, the
lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. We are all alone with no one
to see what I am doing to you. I could caress you and you would 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 nervous because I could make you have sex with me
against your will?"

"Yes...," Carl answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind elsewhere.

"Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be easy, so very easy to
manipulate your mind to take advantage of you. But do not worry, Carl.
Relax. I never make love to a man against his will. I do not take a man
until I have gotten him very, very willing. If I fuck you, I will make
sure you really want it first. So make yourself comfortable, and just put
those fears out of your mind."

"All right...," he murmured compliantly, even though some portion of his
mind knew that he should not.

"I will help you to forget your fears. Just relax. You can trust me."
She slid her hand up to his waist and unfastened the robe. She smiled a
little, twisted 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. You shouldn't... Please don't do that!"

"Why?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she replied. "Do you not
like my hand there? Doing this?"

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

"I know. That is the point. Your manhood is already growing so big and
strong! You are experiencing a surge of sexual energy."

"But..."

"Do not fight it. It is for your own good, Carl. You must be completely
open 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," Carl sighed.

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

"Oh, yes, Ma'am," Carl murmured as her hand on his cock slowly put him in a
pleasant, dreamy mood. His eyelids drifted shut. He heard her voice, as
if from far away, asking him questions: his name, where he lived, his
friends and family, his job.... He heard his voice answering.
Eventually, exactly what she asked and what he replied became confused,
meaningless. It became unimportant, impossible to follow anyhow in the
hazy sensual fog that seemed to surround him, permeate him. Finally, he
heard her say "Open your eyes, carl." It was odd, but somehow he could
HEAR the lower case initial letter, turning his name into a diminutive.

Reluctantly, he let his eyes flutter open. She was sitting as before,
gazing intently into his face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant
cloud enveloping him, making his head swim. He barely noticed that his
robe was completely open, and the towel unwrapped. He did notice a
curious lassitude. He could barely move. His head felt light and his
body felt heavy and floating at the same time.

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

"You can call me Lilith, for now," she replied. "And what happened is
what is continuing to happen, what I am going to continue to do." She
continued to caress his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and erect.

"What are you doing to me, Lilith?" he pleaded, feeling helpless and
confused.

"Do you not know, carl? You Americans have forgotten so much history and
folk lore. 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. Not lipstick, he saw; her lips had changed color
while he was...while his eyes were closed. "To begin with, I drugged you.
The tea of course. You really should not accept food or drink from
strangers, you know." He struggled to sit up; it was extraordinarily
difficult, he was so dizzy. She placed a gentle restraining hand on his
bare chest, easily pushing him back down. She began to play with his
nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I am still doing, and cast a spell
over you so. You would say I hypnotized you."

"But why?" Carl gasped.

"Why?" Lilith tossed her hair back. "Because I can. Because I 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," Carl answered, struggling to comprehend and
resist what was going on.

"That is the medieval definition," Lilith responded scornfully. "I am as
natural a creature as you. According to your Prof. Gould, our two kinds
must even have had a common ancestor in the distant past; I could even
have your child. We will have sex." She smiled wickedly. "That is how
I feed, you know. I will arouse you until you cannot resist me, and then
I will take you, and drain all that excess sexual power that I need. If I
had not told you, you would not have noticed. You would just have a hazy
memory of having enjoyed some amazing sex. Of course, you would have been
completely exhausted for a week or more, but you would have recovered, none
the wiser."

"Why are you telling me this, then?" Carl said. A chilling suspicion
began to grow in the back of his mind.

"I need to draw on a man's sexual energy at frequent, regular intervals.
Until he passed away, I had a slave who gave it to me several times a
month. Since then, I have not been able to get it nearly often enough.
It is dangerous to pick up a new lover every week. There are too many
diseases out there now. And it is so hard to get good help these days.
It takes a staff to run a house like this, you know." She ran her fingers
through his hair, almost tenderly. "Now let me have my way with you. I
will make you enjoy it so much that after only one night with me, you will
become my private servant and devoted lover. You have what I need, and
now I have you, carl. And I am going to make sure you enjoy serving and
feeding me."

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

"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking ahold of his cock again
and starting to rub it more vigorously, but deliciously. "Do not say
silly things. I know what I can do to you, and what I have done to you.
I am a succubus, and I have gotten inside 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, carl, whether you want
to be or not. Like most human men, you have a secret desire to be
dominated by a woman. With me, you are going to get your wish."

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

"Yes, carl, domination. Enthrallment. I can make you screw me any time
I want you to. 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. Having intercourse with me is part of the spell. I will put
you into a trance that will make you do anything I say."

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

"Yes, you will. I am going to use a drug on you that will destroy your
mind's defenses against my control, and permit me to do as I wish with you.
It is a powerful drug that will put you into a deep, deep sleep." She
moved back to the couch and knelt beside him.

"What drug?" Carl said skeptically. He seemed to be regaining some
control of his speech and thoughts, enough to know he was in serious
trouble. This woman might not be the creature of legend she claimed to
be, but she was clearly very dangerous. However, voluntary control of his
limbs was creeping back into his body, as the effects of the doped tea
faded. If he could just stall her long enough...

Lilith laughed. "We succubae have been using it to make men succumb for
eons. Men know and fear its power. It is a drug which can become a
habit, a drug that can make a man a slave to the woman who gives it to him.
But when a female of my kind offers a dose to a man, he cannot help
taking it. You cannot help taking it. You will let me give it to you."
She began stroking his penis again, with one hand, while she caressed his
face, his shoulders and chest with the other. "Men let us drug them
because you enjoy too much the way we administer it." She smiled
triumphantly.

"Lilith, stop!" he pleaded.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she teased, as she teased his cock with
her supple fingers. "We give you the drug with our pussies, carl. I
secrete a mind controlling hormone from between my legs. It is absorbed
by your penis when you make love to me. It seeps into your blood and
flows to your brain. It makes you do anything I say. You will like this
drug. You love the way I drug you. You will come back for it often.
You will have to keep coming back to me again and again for additional
doses. Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed the subject,
confusing him further. "I want you to kiss my tits." She flaunted her
bosom inches from his face. He could see her nipples, proudly erect, so
close to his lips. "Kiss them," she coaxed. "Lick them. Suck on
them."

A languor arose from her hand stroking his prick and 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 bust. He moaned as
his face sank into her voluptuous bosom. His obedient mouth found her
nipple.

"Ah... that is...so nice," the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with
lust and hunger. "You do that very well. As I knew you would. I am
getting such a lovely buzz on." She moved to straddle his lap. "I do not
do this just to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave
you. I also have a voracious sexual appetite." She guided the head of
his prick between her vaginal lips. "You have done very well. And now I
am going to give you the reward you deserve and now long for." It felt to
him as if her nether lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her.
"Best of all, you do not have to do a thing. Just lie back and let me do
the work. Feel my pussy close around your cock. Feel it go up and down
the shaft of your manhood. You like it like this. 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, carl. You like the
way I fuck you. My pussy goes up...and down...up...and down...deeper and
deeper... It is so relaxing, carl. 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, Lilith," he protested with the last of his strength and will. He was
almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure, but his instinct for self
preservation resisted this soft assault on his autonomy. "You're trying
to hypnotize me!"

"I am not just trying, carl. I am doing it again. I put you into a
medium trance while we were talking right after you came in. I used post
hypnotic suggestion to leave you weak and easy to sexually arouse. Now
you are going under my spell again. Each time I fuck you, it will get
easier to take you under my control, the control that you will come to
crave. Now be still and let me continue."

"No," he moaned vainly.

"Yes, carl. This feels too good to resist. You are getting weak,
sinking into my power. You cannot stay awake. Close your eyes, my pet,
and let me fuck you. You are going to fall asleep in my arms, carl. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake you will be my helpless,
powerless slave. You will forget all about 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, carl. Now just relax 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..."

His consciousness narrowed to the incredible sensation in his loins. Her
voice seemed to fade into a soft, soothing sound in the background.
Slowly she rode him towards an orgasm. When it came, he felt as if it were
being drawn out of him, rather than the bursting forth
he was accustomed to. As he climaxed, he could sense her reaching out
with her own energy field, the immaterial part of her enveloping and
absorbing his sexual energy, his elan vital, feeding on it, as her body fed
on his cum. Then his mind dwindled to oblivion, like a spark dying away
to darkness.

The end?
Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com com or
treygallant@netscape.net

"From Whose Bourne . Lilith"

Copyright 1999 by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas. May not be copied or
posted without permission.

The following is the second of are twin stories, Siamese twins, perhaps, or
a single story told from two different points of view. Read them as a
literary experiment.

Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com or treygallant@netscape.net

The characters and situations depicted are purely the figment of the
authors' imaginations, and any resemblance to any real persons living or
dead (or undead, for that matter) is purely coincidental.

The method of induction used in this story is based on ones which appear in
some stories by "Homer Vargas," and the outline, pattern and even some of
the wording is used. Neither of us have any idea, nor any way of knowing
if it would actually work, and we accept no responsibility for any failure
or success or consequences of any person's trying this. It is a fantasy,
folks!

Story 2 "Lilith"
By Homer Vargas and Trey Gallant

The wind and rain lashed the windows of the stately house on the hill in
the country-side. Through the clamor of the storm, Lilith heard a car's
engine begin to sputter and miss. Few could have caught the sound over
the storm rattling the windows, but her hearing was more acute than an
ordinary woman's. All her senses -- and urges -- were. And those senses
informed her that the auto turned off the road into her driveway, and its
motor died, leaving it to coast to a stop near her entrance gate.

She was not expecting any company. She had dressed for the evening en
negligee', as the French used to say, suitable for a night alone. But
also for a tete a tete, she smiled. Always be prepared. Her house was
set back a long way from the road, and it was raining torrents. Out here,
twenty miles from the city there were no near neighbors. There was no
help for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would have to come up the
drive to her door, and hope she would let him in to call for a tow truck.
He was going to get soaked, walking that far. Or she? No, somehow she
knew it would be a male, a young male. Her nerves tingled in expectation,
and her hunger stirred. It would take him a few minutes to make his way
here. More than enough time to prepare.

She opened her satin robe, black as her hair, exposing the shorter night
gown 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; many women tried to
imitate the effect with make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to
her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosom was 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, then opened the door. She studied the young man standing
there while her appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well
made. 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 drenched and 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 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 wonder if I
could 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'm in no danger from you, but you're
likely to catch your death if you stand in the rain any longer!" She
stepped aside and opened the door fully.

He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad to get out of the
cold and wet. They were in the entrance hall, with the gleaming white
tiled kitchen off the left, and the living room/parlor straight ahead. The
darkened hall to the right led to the sleeping quarters. The living room
was furnished in white: deep carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire
burned in the white brick fireplace. Music was playing softly on her
stereo system; although the volume was low, one could feel the bass line
from the powerful speakers.

"Don't just stand there dripping on my carpet," she smiled.. "Go into the
kitchen and remove those wet things. I'll bring you something to wear."
She went down the hall to the linen closet. From her vantage point in the
dark, she watched him. 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 look," she
lied. "Dry off!"

He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed as 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. 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," Lilith 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 and the
sensuous feel of the velvety pile would coax him into relaxing. 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 implied
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.
He would do; he would more than do. 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 a while, 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 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. Relax. 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, I want you to relax and feel comfortable looking at
me."

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 want men to look at me. I LIKE
having a man look at me. Especially 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 turned on. Don't be embarrassed. It
happens all the when I show young men my breasts. I like it 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
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. "What is your
name? she said, abruptly changing the subject.

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

"Carl," she interrupted. "That's a nice name, an easy, pleasant name.
You like being here with me, don't you, Carl? 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, Carl?"

"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.

"I don't think you are not telling me the truth, Carl," 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 to make you 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, Carl. Relax. I
never make love to a man against his will. I do not take a man until I
have made him very, very willing. If I fuck you, I will make sure you
really want it first. So make yourself comfortable, and just 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 warm hand on your sex?"

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

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

"But..."

"Do not fight it, Carl. It is for your own good. You must 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," Carl sighed.

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

"Yes, Ma'am," Carl 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. 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, carl." 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 Lilith, for now," 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, Lilith?" he asked, looking helpless and confused.

"Do you not know, carl? You Americans have forgotten so much history and
folk lore. 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. Nothing strong, just some herbs to make you sleepy and
disoriented. 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. You are too dizzy to get up yet," 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?" Carl gasped.

"Why?" Lilith tossed her hair back. "Because I can. Because 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?" Carl 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," Lilith 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 distant past; I could
bear a child by you, 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
until you cannot resist me, and then I will take you, and at your climax
drain from you the sexual energy that I need. Afterwards, if you left
here and I had not told you, you would not have noticed. You would have
only a fuzzy memory of some amazing sex. Of course, you would have been
completely exhausted for a week or more, but you would have recovered, none
the wiser."

"Then why are you telling me this?" Carl asked, suspiciously.

"Because you will NOT leave here, carl. When I pick up occasional men, I
am forced to gorge myself which leaves them drained and exhausted. It is
more healthful for me, and more pleasant for the man, if I have a regular
lover from whom I can take smaller amounts of sexual energy more
frequently. Until he passed away, I had a wonderful slave who met my
needs several times a week, even more frequently, when he was young like
you. Since then, I have not been able to get it nearly often enough. It
is even dangerous picking up strange men. There are too many diseases out
there now."

"And besides, I do need a man around a big house like this, you know," she
added, running her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. "Now all I
have to do is take you to bed with me. I'll make you enjoy it so much
that after just one night with me, you will become my private servant and
devoted lover. You have what I need, and soon you will need what I only
can give you, carl. But fear not, my sweet, I am going to make sure you
always enjoy serving and feeding me."

"Lilith!" 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, carl, whether you want to be or not. Like
most human males, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a beautiful
woman. With me , you are going to get your deepest wish."

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

"Yes, carl, domination. Enthrallment. I can make you screw me any time
I want you to. 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 my naked is arousing you intensely. You are becoming very
excited. 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.

"Yes, you will. You will because I am using 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, carl,
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 knelt beside
him.

"A drug?" Carl 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! It was time to act.

Lilith 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 knows can make him a slave to the woman who
gives it to him. But when a female of my kind offers him 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 beginning to
stroke his penis again. With the other hand she caressed his face, his
shoulders and chest, and gently pushed him down onto the sofa. "Men allow
us to drug you because you enjoy too much they way we administer it," she
gloated.

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

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled, teasing his cock with her
supple fingers as she crawled up his body to mount him. "We give you the
drug with our pussies, carl. I secrete a mind-
controlling hormone from between my legs. It is absorbed by your penis
when you make love to me. It goes into your blood and flows to your
brain. It will make you my slave. Don't make me stop, carl. 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."

"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.

"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 moved to straddle his hips. "Tonight, darling,
it is not just to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave
you. I also have a voracious sexual appetite." she guided the tip of his
prick between her vaginal lips. "You have come very far, and done very
well, and now I am going to 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 go 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, carl. You love the way I fuck you. My pussy goes up...and
down...up...and down...deeper and deeper...It is so relaxing, carl. 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, Lilith," he protested with the last of his strength and will. He was
almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure, 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're trying to hypnotize me!"

"No, carl. I am strengthening the hypnotic control I already have. You
started going under when you first saw me. I put you 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 sexually arouse. Now
you are going under my spell again. 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, carl. This feels too good to resist. You are getting so weak,
sinking into my power. You are so drowsy. You are struggling so hard to
stay awake, my sweet. Don't fight it. Close your eyes, my darling, and
let me fuck you. You are going to fall asleep in my arms, carl. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake you will be my happy sex
slave. You 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, carl."

"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.

He came, and she reached out with the immaterial part of herself, her own
orgasm enveloping and absorbing his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her
body fed on his cum. Only then did she allow her own climax to wash over
her. She lay next to him for long delicious minutes as she felt the flow
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. Surprisingly, she
found she actually felt affection for him. He was 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 could 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, but the time
could be coming ... perhaps he would be the one she would allow to put the
long-desired daughter into her womb. She snuggled against his hard young
body, happy with her new slave, and joined him in sleep.