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Wyllow, by Hand of Pan
(FF, MMF, oral, anal, reluc, bd, ws, tort, mc)

Part 1

I.

The table would have been small and cramped if she were eating alone. But Lin was enjoying a breakfast with four of her friends. Well they were enjoying it . Lin hated this tiny tea shop her friends adored. They had already sank neck deep in gossip and girl talk while Lin fought valiantly to balance her tea, eat a tasteless pastry without getting crumbs everywhere, and keeping her feet and elbows from inflicting serious bodily harm to her breakfast neighbors. They made it seem easy, which made Lin feel all the more awkward. She sighed.

“Lin, sweetheart, don't be like that. So he wasn't the guy for you,” one said to her in a pouty mocking voice. She didn't mean to belittle Lin knew. It's just how they were. And leave it to them to assume all her troubles could be blamed on the lack of Mr. Right. They were partially correct, but Lin felt she needed Mr. Right Now Right There Harder Faster Deeper.

She was tired of them trying to find her perfect man. She couldn't blame them though. They had misinterpreted her at their last little breakfast and she had let them. All of her recent dates, all failures sadly, had come from her friends' idea of help. It wasn't helping.

“I think I misunderstood what I wanted,” Lin started. It was easier to accept the blame than to explain why they weren't helping. “The last thing I really need right now is more stress. I don't need to add relationship tension to my sexual tension. I need to relax. I can't relax until the tension breaks. I can't break the tension unless I'm relaxed. I'm stuck. I dunno. I need a good lay. A one night stand, whatever. I need...” Her voice trailed off wistfully. There, she'd said it. Not completely, but enough for them to understand. Hopefully.

They were staring. Lin felt a surge of embarrassment. It hadn't come out quite like she wanted. She didn't like sounded that lost and desperate. The hush was too much. She started to get up.

“Honey. Who knows you best?” It was Julia. Julia certainly didn't know Lin at all, as much as she thinks she does. Even now she had that knowing smile. There was a sparkle in her eyes that hinted at a naughty secret she was about to reveal. It kept Lin in her seat.

“Julia, really I not in the mood for games.”

“You better be tonight, hon,” The sparkle had turned into a mischievous gleam. “I knew want you were asking last week, that's why I set you up with Carman tonight. You do remember you have a date tonight don't you?

Oh god, Lin thought. She actually had forgotten. Julia's idea of a fun time rarely coincided with Lin's. Everything Julia did or even thought about ended with sex. And for Julia, sex included a lot of plain brown packaging, leather and chains. At least that was Lin's impression. Julia certainly wasn't shy about her fetishes but she knew how to be tantalizingly discreet about it.

Lin suddenly wondered if Julia actually did know her pretty well. Carman was allegedly candy for the eyes and bedroom. He was a personal trainer at Julia's upscale spa. A meat market if Lin had ever heard of one.

Her friends were expecting a response, Lin was acutely aware of. She fought back another sigh. Hell, maybe this is what I need, she thought. Come on Carman, train me personally, she thought. The thought cause her lower half to tighten and tingle.

“I didn't forget,” Lin lied. “But if you told him to expect to get laid they you may as well have just canceled it.” She felt a little angry despite the tingly itch that was growing in her pants.

“Come on Lin, you need it. You want it. He is good at it. Lin. He is good at it.” The emphasis on good washed over her like a sweet caress.

“Fine, but no guarantees,” She did get up this time. She felt angry and silly. Angry for being forced into a date with a guy that was expecting a sure thing Feeling angry about it made her fell silly since that's exactly what she'd just confessed to needing.

“Do him, or don't,” Lin shrugged. “Frankly I hope you don't. Then he'll come to my house.” The last statement ended with a sultry little laugh that reminded Lin why she didn't really like Julia. Why am I friends with people I don't like? She shook her head at the thought, exiting the little tea shop knowing they'd be in there all morning going on about her sex life. It wouldn't matter that Lin was already a block away.

II.

Carman was candy for the eyes, indeed. Lin met him at the restaurant that was obviously Julia's choice. Dinner and a movie, the simplest combo. Lin wondered what movie they'd end up picking. This was her first time meeting Carman. She had no clue what his tastes were.

She knew he'd be tasty though. The site of him had rekindled the little tingly tickle that she;d felt at breakfast. He wasn't tall or particularly well built but she could tell he was in amazing shape. His smile was the smile of a man inviting the stripper into the house for the bachelor party. The sure thing. Great.

She sat down with him at a cozy table promising herself not to be bothered by it. The effort made her frown deeper.

Carman either didn't notice or didn't care. Was he that sure of himself?

The wine came and the small talk started. He kept trying to touch her from across the table, leaning closer than he should. Fully half of his comments were thinly veiled innuendos. Had it not been for the breakfast conversation, Lin would have permanently labeled Carman as a creep and been halfway home by now. Damn Julia.

By the time Lin had picked through half of her dinner, she'd finally stopped putting all the blame on Julia and decided enough was enough.

“I'm sorry Carman. I know what you were expecting. I can only imagine what Julia said. No, I don;t really want to know.” Lin was getting up and for the first time since meeting him, Carman seemed unsure if he was getting laid tonight.

“It was a lovely dinner but I'm not feeling well. I'm sure Julia gave you my number.” She probably hadn't but Lin was looking forward to a second date with Carman anyway. He was a creep and a bore and she didn't look back as she walked out. Fuck Julia, she thought. Fuck me, she thought. Fuck me for not fucking Carman.

He might have been amazing in bed, but he made her feel like a piece of meat. She needed a fling not another hit to her already fragile self-image.

These are the things she told herself as she drove home. The drive was short, but took longer than it would have normally since Lin stopped for a quick trip into a convenience store.

It was still early evening, too early to be going home on a date night, but that was fine with Lin. Sunday was her lazy day and she tried hard not to plan anything for it. She'd have all day to do nothing. She had big plans for the evening and following morning tucked away in the bag she just carried out of the store.

The small bag banged against her leg as she hopped up the stairs to her apartment. She was skeptical about the contents but she needed to try. The bag was dropped onto her coffee table as she went to her bathroom and her nighttime routine.

It wasn't till an hour later did Lin finally fall onto her couch and reach for the bag. She was naked, freshly showered and a little pampered. She'd had the time so she'd extended her routine to include some much needed primping of herself.

Out of the bag came a package of fresh batteries she dropped into her favorite vibrating wonder. It hadn't been so wonderful lately though, between her moods and tension. It was long slim and purple. A girly pinkish purple she was among her favorite colors. The tip curled up slightly giving the toy a come-hither look to it. It was perfect for hitting her g-spot.

Lin ignored the fact that her g-spot had been hidden and unused for months, humming happily and determined that Julia, Carman and stress aside, she was going to enjoy herself finally.

The other item out of the bag was a little sampler bottle of KY warming gel. She'd never tried the warming kind and was curious if it worked. She did admit she needed help in the warming department. Nothing had lit her fire in a long, long time.

Lin pulled the towel off her body and laid it on her couch to sit on. She'd squirted once before, a long time ago with the help of an amazing guy that had the nerve to meet someone else and get married. Sigh. She was so pent up she figured when she finally let go it was going to be a gusher.

Sitting naked on her couch, Lin started the slow teasing process of re-exploring herself. She liked her body. There was a lot to like. Her breasts were full and natural. They liked to be touched. Her nipples were hard pink buttons set in large sensitive areola. Between the hot shower, the breath of cool air on her naked skin and the first tinglings of real arousal she'd felt in forever had them aching to be touched.

She let her knees fall open to reveal a neatly trimmed line of soft brown hair crowning her puffy lips. Lin tilted her hips up to gaze at her own sex. The action pulled her open slightly adding to the growing list of sensations that were threatening to offer a real live actual orgasm. Lin was ecstatic.

The little nub of her clit was still hiding in the folds of her hood. It was being stubborn. The warming gel helped a little as she teased herself, coaxing the fire to start. It felt warm, but it wasn't heat. An odd sensation that felt fake to Lin. Maybe the warming kind was a bad idea.

The slim vibe came to life and Lin put it to work. A gentle poke to along the side of her hood was usually enough to start building a thunderous cliteral orgasm. When the throbbing toy touched the edge of her lips she was not treated to the blissfull tug of an impending release. Rather it was an annoying buzzing feeling as if it were a bug she'd swat away.

She started further away, teasing her thighs and tummy to the delicious hum. That certainly felt good. Up top her other hand was getting bolder with her breasts. The were a soaking up the attention leaving her lightheaded and short of breath.

When she returned to her lips he angry annoyance hit her again. Her clit simply didn't want to play. The fire refused to start. The rest of her body felt was aching with need and the conflict was maddening.

Hot tears suddenly rolled down Lin's face and she hurled the toy at the wall, hearing it shatter. She let her anger and frustration target the innocent toy as she quietly sobbed on her couch.

Denied of passion, Lin stormed off to bed, tossing the warming gel in the trash as she went.

III.

Lin woke up drenched in sweat. She'd been dreaming, edging on a nightmare. A frustrating story about trying to board a train when no one would allow her through. She offered money, favors both domestic and sexual. Finally she'd torn off her clothes and screamed, naked, at the top of lungs that she'd fuck anyone that would get her on the train. No one was interested and the train departed without her.

She barely registered that dawn was several hours away. The sheets were soaked in her sweat and she pulled them off her naked body. The soft fabric slid across her chest waking her nipples with a sudden surge of hot lust. She gasped a silent open-mouthed cry of arousal that her lower half ignored.

She stared at the dark ceiling feeling the cool draft of her air conditioning tease her hardened nipples into tight crinkly-skinned points of aching need. Her pussy snored sleepily, a cold lump of icy dead flesh immune to the furious call of her libido.

“Why?” she asked the silent ceiling. She didn't know what she was asking but she needed an answer before she went insane.

Closing her eyes again she said aloud, “please, please just one orgasm.”

Sleep washed over her again, interrupting silent prayers for release.

“Linette....” it was as teasing singsong voice dripping with sex.

Lin opened her eyes to the dream. She had to be dreaming since she just fell asleep. You dream when you are asleep, right?

“Linette.” The voice was closer, clearer now. A woman's voice. It was a voice that could start wars and break hearts. A thin accent tinted the edges, but Lin couldn't place it.

“Linette, don't make me beg,” the voice continued, heavy with promised pleasures. It tugged at Lin's soul, beckoning her as nothing ever had.

“Only my grandmother calls me Linette,” Lin managed, shocked at how fearful and tiny her own voice sounded to her. Lin didn't like her dreams lately.

“But it is your name. Are you not a beautiful flower?” The voice was close now, a sultry breathy whisper in Lin's ear. It made Lin want to touch herself. “That is its nature. Your nature. The old french word for beautiful flower. Linette.”

Lin heard the words but the meaning didn't register in her mind in the way the lilting tone of the voice did. It was a melody of unrivaled beauty and passion that disarmed Lin, mesmerizing her.

“Linette,” the voice said again, this time directly into Lin's ear and it was followed with a teasingly light lick along the edge of her lobe. A hint of warm sweet breath traced down the back of her neck. Lin moaned at the sudden unexpected intimacy. It came out as a whimper.

A soft amused laugh followed, like distant chimes swaying in a gentle breeze. Lin turned her head aware now that the source of the musical voice was laying in her bed with her.

Lin found herself looking into a stunningly beautiful pale face floating in a sea of rolling black silken hair. The woman's smile was soft and welcoming, teasing Lin, almost daring her to not join her playful mood. But it was the woman's eyes that caught Lin's breath and held it. Sparkling deep blue eyes boring into Lin's heart and soul. The eyes promised the world and their depth made Lin believe they would deliver. Lin couldn't look away from those eyes, and she didn't want too.

“My poor poor Linette.” The unknown diva licked her lips, an act that was pure primal sex. Lin found her breath with that small gesture and was suddenly panting.

An overwhelming urge to touch herself flooded through Lin as she lay there under the gorgeous woman's gaze. Her hand slid down her own belly. Those deep blue eyes held onto her as she worked her hand down to her pussy. It seemed the natural thing to do.

A hand caught Lin's before she could reach the slumbering valley of her sex, holding her fingers in a gentle grasp.

“No,” the woman said. Her eyes seemed to bore deeper into Lin, compelling her to fight the hand that held hers. They wanted sex.

“No,” the woman repeated, as if she understood her vocal command conflicted with the pull of her eyes. “Let me.”

With that, the woman pulled her gaze from Lin, freeing her of the soul-wrenching tug. She slipped down the bed in a slow fluid motion, sliding under the bend of Lin's knee. A toss of her thick black mane showered Lin's belly and thighs with a rain of silk strands, hiding her intimates from sight.

Lin tensed knowing what was about to happen, yet uncertain what it would do to her. She'd never had dreams about women before, let alone actually slept with one. She was beginning to think this was her craziest dream ever just as her thighs were gently coaxed wider.

“A beautiful flower...” the voice was nearly a whisper and Lin knew she was referring to her pussy now.

It seemed like an eternity before something happened. Lin had time to recognize the delightful warm wet caress was a slow flat-tongued lick beginning just above the tight rosy star of her anus, sliding up and through her lips, parting them as the woman's kiss locked around Lin's hood just as her tongue swirled around her clit. The contact woke something deep down inside Lin. The fire within didn't just light. It exploded in a violently powerful hot orgasm so sudden and vicious it forced Lin's entire upper half up off the bed in a crying, sobbing, heaving scream of total release. It was a surreal climax that couldn't possibly have been triggered by a simple lick.

The tongue continued its lazy swirl around Lin's painfully swollen clit as the rest of Lin's body shook with the release of months of pent up frustration. A slim finger wormed its way into Lin's molten tunnel triggering a new round of searing hot spasms. A second finger followed quickly behind, joining the first in a deep probing exploration of Lin's tight neglected pussy. They curled up slowly as Lin started to catch herself from the first series of shattering orgasms that has taken her so suddenly. The swirling tongue pulled back gently as the lips around her sucked more firmly. The fingers were working hard into the roof of Lin's quivering wet pussy. The woman's tongue began a new dance, a fluttering of gentle licks teasing the edges of Lin's hard engorged clit as the fingers pulled harder.

Lin's orgasm never fully subsided. It morphed slowly from the dazzling surface explosions radiating from her clit into her body, to a deep-seated pounding g-spot climax. Adding the sucking lips and the teasing of her clit was too much for Lin. She let go everything, accepted the defeat of her control and gave in to the rising pressure within her. With the series of deep orgasms rolling from her core, Lin gave a little push that broke the floodgates. The hot rushing spray came with a pillow-biting screech of pure pleasure, straight into the sucking mouth of the magical woman feasting on her sex.

The release triggered a shift in the behavior of the suckling mouth. The woman literally drank from Lin, sucking and pulling at her, draining Lin empty. It was a voracious feast of passion that left Lin senseless and gasping for air.

Lin's last coherent thought before the dream faded was one last gentle kiss directly above her clit and the soft breathy musical voice. “... a beautiful flower, my Linette.”

IV.

Bright morning light speared through the Lin's window as she slowly woke up. She was a morning person usually, but she'd gotten into the habit of sleeping in on Sundays. She suspected it was due to the growing melancholy she'd been feeling these last few months.

This morning was utterly different. She rolled sleepily in her bed. Not a hint of depression or doubt troubled her. If she were more awake she'd find that strange. But as sleep as she was, she simply smiled happily, hugging herself under her covers and dozing off to the wonderful feeling she'd woken up with.

A sharp crack snapped the lazy morning air like a thunderclap. Lin bolted upright in her bed. Her bedroom looked odd. The morning light coming through the windows had an odd shimmer to it, the way it would dance at the bottom of a pool. The room was darker than it should have been.

What is it with all these weird dreams, Lin thought to herself. She moved to climb out of bed and then realized she couldn't. Thick black leather cuffs wrapped both her wrists, with silver chains locked to them. The chains we pulled taught to the corners of her poster bed. Noticing this made the chains seem tighter than they had been before. Her arms were spread wide above her head and there was nothing she could do about it.

A moment of sheer panic chilled her to the bone until she remembered she was only dreaming. The panic was replaced with the odd curiosity that she was dreaming about bondage, not her usual fantasy.

“Feeling better beautiful flower?” The voice was back.

Lin saw her now, standing in the door to her bathroom where the rays of sunshine didn't quite reach yet. When she woke up, Lin knew she'd be amazed at dreaming about the same stranger. It was a first for her. Normally her dreams were of close friends or indiscriminate strangers she'd never see again.

But she wasn't awake so instead, she decided to indulge her dream.

“Untie me please,” Lin tried to sound bold. It came out as a meek request and she hated it immediately.

“But you are not tied up, Linette. You are chained.”

Lin almost rolled her eyes at that. Nothing was ever easy for Lin.

“No, nothing is ever easy, period,” the woman said, as if reading Lin's mind. She walked closer to the bed, into the morning light. She was nude and made no move to cover herself. She had no need to, her body was perfect, flawless. It was Lin's first good look at her new lover.

Short and slim, she'd wear a size 1, Lin guessed. Although her breasts would challenge that. They were large and full, gravity-defying. Dark reddish brown nipples crowned her bosom. Lin found herself wishing she could lick them.

The woman's hair fell nearly to her waist and seemed to have a mind of its own. Thick and luxurious it was, even if it was probably a nightmare to manage. She was smoothly shaven, or waxed more likely. Other than the impressive mane of rich black head hair, her body was completely devoid. Lin couldn't see the woman's bottom other than the shape it gave her full hips from the front. Lin decided it would be a perfect ass without having to see more.

The smile from the previous night was gone, replaced with an expectant press of her lips. Like an annoyed waiter impatient for you to make up your mind. It frightened Lin a little.

“Who are you?” Lin asked. Not quite so meek now, she was genuinely curious. That made her feel better.

“Before you ask your questions, I need you to understand something,” The woman sat on the bed next to Lin. Her ass was perfect.

“Ok,” Lin prompted her.

“Every question I answer has a price. Every favor I grant you has a price. Everything you gain from me has a cost. I want you to know this because you will ask of me anyway, and it pleases me that you will willingly pile up your debt to me.” The woman's hand came to rest on Lin's thigh, close to her knee but it was still an electric touch that kindled the fire within her. Lin felt her pussy tighten and run slick with sudden need. “As I said, nothing is easy.” The smile was back, but now it held an edge of malice that Lin didn't like at all. Especially not with her hand's tied, sorry... chained to her bed.

“Who are you?” Lin repeated.

“I am Wyllow. I am the answer to your prayer.” The hand crept higher, nails raking the pale skin of Lin's thigh. It felt wonderful even though it left angry red lines. Lin stared down her body to the thin lines trailing those nails. It wasn't scratches, but they did sting. The pain seemed to flow straight to her belly fueling the fire. Lin noticed her clit peeking from it nest announcing its needs.

Wyllow noticed it too. Her hand moved to it slowly, reaching for it. Lin tensed, trying to prepare for another earthshaking instant-onset orgasm. When Wyllow's thumb pressed lightly against the side of her hood clit, Lin gasped and shivered, but the supernatural orgasm didn't appear. Wyllow simply teased her button slowly. It felt amazing and Lin knew the orgasm was building even without the magic from last night.

Wyllow's answer finally sunk in, causing Lin to look up at her again. She tried to ignore the wonderful thumb pleasuring her.

“What do you mean the answer to my prayer?”

Wyllow pulled her hand to her mouth and licked her thumb. Her tongue was long and pink. It was a lewd act that wasn't lost on Lin, but losing the touch on her clit left her whimpering.

“You prayed for release. I heard. I came. I made you come.” She smiled are her on play on words. She resumed the thumb action against Lin's clit. With a wet thumb the sensation was twice as wonderful. Lin lost herself in that caress for awhile before she could process the answer.

She had said a prayer, she remembered. She remembered feeling silly about th notion of going to church to prayer for casual sex. The AA meeting at a bar, so to speak.

“I didn't say I was in Heaven when I heard your prayer,” Wyllow answered before Lin could raise the issue.

“So you're the Devil?”

Wyllow laughed. It was a rich, full laugh of someone truely amused and at ease with herself. Lin couldnt help but notice how it made Wyllow's breasts shake. Her desire for those nipples hadn;t changed.

“No silly I'm not The Devil” She laughed again as she said it. “I've been called worse though.” With that statement Wyllow's forefinger met with her caressing thumb, Lin's exposed erect clit caught between. Wyllow pinched hard capturing the button, tugged at it with a vicious twist.

Lin's reaction was immediate. The stab of liquid pain lanced through her and snatched her breath away for a moment. Her next breath came through gritted teeth and ended with a piteous cry of distress. It was pain like nothing Lin had ever experienced. She was pulling hard on her bonds, straining with effort and didn't even realize it.

Wyllow held the pinch with brutal pressure to hold her grip on the tiny bead despite Lin's kicking legs and agonized shrieks. It was Lin's own arousal that saved her. The little button was slick with the juices Wyllow had teased up from her during the thumb caresses. It was only a couple seconds before Wyllow lost her grip.

Lin was sobbing with agony even as the pain quickly subsided. The shock of it wouldn't fade so quickly. Real fear crept up Lin's spine as she fought to fold her legs over to hide herself from more assault.

“Come now Lynette, let's not be shy,” Wyllow teased as she stood again. With surprisingly strong hands she attached the chains at the foot of the bed to Lin's ankle cuffs. Lin hadn't noticed them before and wonder if they were on the whole time. Kicking out of the beautiful tiny woman's grasp was as futile as kicking out of chains. Soon Lin was chained spreadeagle on her own bed, shaking in fear and remembered pain.

Her clit throbbed fiercely though Lin realized she couldn't tell if was from the pain or the arousal beforehand.

“That was a taste of the prices you pay for me,” Wyllow stated as she climbed up onto the bed, crawling up Lin's chained body. “But not all services have a cost measured in pain.” The smile that went with that statement sent another delicious shiver down Lin's spine.

“You've paid for some of your questions, but now its time to pay for last night.” Wyllow bent low over Lin's body as she crawled higher, extending her long tongue. She licked s long teasing line up between Lin's breasts as she climbed higher. The lick turned into a deep probing kiss that melted Lin's soul. She sagged in the chains, forgetting all pain, fear and tension as that one amazing kiss made everything in the world right.

When Wyllow pulled back she gave Lin's lips a playful lick and shot her another dazzling smile. Her amazing breasts hovered over Lin's head as she remember how badly she wanted to suck and lick them. Lin strained to reach one with her mouth, pulling hard on her bonds. Wyllow stayed just out of reach, enjoying her little game.

She managed to get a single grazing swipe of her tongue along the curve of Wyllow's full breast before the woman climbed higher still. Wyllow sat gently down on Lin, her perfect bottom resting on Lin's chest. The weight crushed her breasts unpleasantly, but not painfully. Not yet. Lin barely noticed. She was fixed on the hypnotic sight of Wyllow's obvious arousal just inches from her mouth. Wyllow's body towered over her. She had to lean back a little and bend her head forward to see Lin's face below her. Wyllow stared down between her massive breasts to see Lin looking up at her.

“Open your mouth Linette,” it was a command and was instantly obeyed. Wyllow adjust her position slightly, then opened her own mouth letting a thick gob of spit fall straight into Lin's open mouth. It hit the back of Lin's throat gagging her. Lin fought for breath for a few moments choking and retching before getting herself under control. The act was totally unexpected. Wyllow didn't seem pleased. She wiped the tears from Lin's eyes and face once she was breathing normally again.

“That was completely unacceptable.” Her voice was nearly monotone, no hint of emotion and yet it left Lin feeling chastised and pathetic.

“Please, I'll do better this time, I just wasn't ready for it.” Lin was pleading now. Begging for another woman to spit down her throat and she felt no shame for asking. The shame was in failing.

“Open your mouth, Linette.” The same command and again it was instantly obeyed. The gob of spit that fell this time was much larger and slimier. It left a long trail to Wyllow's mouth before breaking free. The wad hit the back of Lin's throat with an audible splash. Lin swallowed it, briefly closing her mouth to do so, but reopening as wide as she could as soon as it was down, in case Wyllow wanted to spit again. There was no gag reflex at all the second time. It was so effortless that Lin wondered how she did it.

“You'll never gag again, Linette,” Wyllow answered her unspoken question. “But that's going to cost you.”

Wyllow carefully spun herself around above the chained woman, turning to face her feet. She wiggled her feet under Lin's arms, spreading wider and wider with each shimmy. The view for Lin was breathtaking. The maneuvering put Wyllow's damp pussy directly overhead, inches from her face. It had also pulled her lips open to reveal the sex-glossed pink of her most sensitive region. Lin kept her mouth open, secretly hoping for a drop of the woman's nectar would fall into her mouth.

“Now you pay for last night,” Wyllow said simply as she lowered herself. Night fell for Lin as Wyllow planted herself on the chained beauty's face, cutting her off from the strengthening rays of morning daylight.

Lin had never eaten a woman before but she knew what she liked. As soon as lips met lips, Lin started feasting. She lapped deep into the channel of heated lust that was oozing out. The taste matched her smell. A salty sweet oily mixture of sage, leather and old coins. It was ambrosia to Lin and she drank hungrily.

Lin's tongue met a hard pearl of flesh when she extended as far as she could and she felt the effect an Wyllow instantly. She found a delicious rhythm of teasing her clit till the fountain of her sex welled up with a tongueful of delicious cream to lap away. Wyllow rode her chained lover's face with slitted eyelids and short breaths. When the orgasm came, she pulled a large breast into her mouth and lavished her nipple as the spasms swept through her. Lin sucked greedily at the offering from below, the thrill of pleasing filled her with a warm glow of satisfaction. Lin couldn't think of when she'd been this happy last.

Wyllow ground herself on Lin's face to several more orgasms. With each one Lin's expertise rose along with the ache in her jaw. Her tongue felt too big for her mouth, and refused to work properly, yet Wyllow still rode her face relentlessly. She was close to another climax and Lin dared not tempt another pinch by denying the woman her release. She forced her aching tongue to work and was rewarded with one last shivering spasm and a small spray of hot lust.

Wyllow sat astride her as she collected her breath and regained her composure. Lin was content to provide a seat for Wyllows still oozing slit. She was afraid to lap at the juice, fearing the overstimuation would incite another pinch. Instead, she felt the juices trickle down her cheeks, into her hair and pillow. It seemed a waste to Lin. She was still thirsty for Wyllow.

“Open your mouth, Linette.” The same command again. For the third time Lin obeyed instantly, only this time her mouth was latched onto the woman's quivering pussy. The spray of urine hit the back of Lin's throat with eye-popping shock. She swallowed reflexively hoping to avoid pee on her sheets. The stream was strong and acrid, like acorns and burned popcorn. It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't awful. Lin drank it down, aware that the strong spray was bouncing off the back of her throat without a hint of gag. She did say that trick would cost me.

“And this is my payment, “ Wyllow said breathlessly above her. She shivered a little as Lin licked away the last oozing spurts of post-sex urine. “Now go to sleep. You will need to be rested for this afternoon. It will not be nearly this pleasant.

With that Lin found herself very tired, drifting quickly off to sleep. Her last thought was to wonder how she could go to sleep if she were already asleep and dreaming.

V.

When Lin woke up it was early afternoon, a new personal record for sleeping in. She stumbled out of bed toward the bathroom. Her morning routine, even this late in the day, was an unusual one. Lin had trouble getting the dream out of her head. Everything reminded her of something from that sordid dream. Even as she dressed, she couldn't help but wonder if Wyllow would find her pretty in the outfit she chose.

Lin couldn't deny how she felt though. She felt good. There was no other way to explain it. After months of constant worry and preoccupation, it felt good to have a clear head. Her body felt stretched yet loose, the healthy feeling after a good workout. She was also starving.

A bagel and coffee did almost nothing to her appetite which was strange. Lin rarely ate much for breakfast. She made herself some eggs and toast, which also didn't last long. Figuring that since it was after lunchtime anyway, why stick with breakfast foods. She had a sandwich and preztels while her frozen pizza cooked, then went outside to grab a newspaper.

The mailboxes always had a couple extra papers sitting on them. Lin didn't have her own subscription because she never read the paper. Most of the paper went into the garbage but she kept the personals section to browse through over pizza. It never occurred to her that it was her first newpaper in years and she'd already eaten more for breakfast than she normally ate all day.

She circled several ads, men and woman, before setting it aside. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, or why certain ads had interested her. She caught herself wondering if Wyllow would like them. That did bother her. The dream had really affected her state of mind. She didn't dwell on it however, she had a few things to do today. After grabbing her things, she headed out.

She needed some new office clothes. It was getting hotter and she didn't have many work clothes left from last summer. Her office was business casual, which was pretty easy to shop for. She spent an hour browsing and collecting before heading to the dressing rooms. It was a large store and the dressing rooms were in the back next to the customer service area and warehouse. Lin liked shopping here because it usually wasn't crowded and they did alterations at the customer service area. It took a few days but anything she liked that didn't fit quite right could be brought over and altered. It was a good arrangement that Lin wished all stores practiced.

Once safely tucked into a changing booth Lin stripped down to her underwear.

“I like this one,” Wyllow said behind her.

Lin spun around pale with shock at the unexpected intrusion.

“Would you try this one on?” Wyllow's voice was a harmony of hypnotic suggestion.

Lin's brain nearly shutdown with the flood a thousand questions about what was happening. Wyllow was a dream and dreams don't help you try on clothing. Not that the garment Wyllow was holding up for her was clothing. It was a strappy thing of leather that didn't seem like it would cover anything. It probably wasn't supposed to.

“How did you get here?” It wasn't a very good question, just one of a million she had. It was simply the first one she could find her voice for.

“You called for me, sweetness. I come to wherever you call.” Her tone indicated it was a silly question, something everyone should know.

“I mean... you're not real. How could you be here? I'm dreaming again.” Lin was started to lose her composure. She sat on the tiny bench built onto the wall of the booth. She sat because if she hadn't have ended up on the floor.

“You remember everything has a price?”

Lin nodded.

“And you still ask?”

Lin nodded again. It brought a small smile to Wyllow's beautiful face. It was then that Lin realized she wasn't naked. Wyllow wore a tight blue and black corset that her bust strained to break free of. Her panties were little more than a tiny patch of black silk. Her little feet were wedged into heels so tall it made her look like a ballerina. A kinky bondage queen ballerina.

“I am very real, Linette, but I do come to you in dreams. You are dreaming again, but think of it as a waking dream. Now finish stripping and put this on like a good little girl.” The suggestion worked this time. Lin moved to obey.

Removing the last two items of clothing, her bra and panties, was difficult for her. She felt very vulnerable and exposed, almost as if she were doing it on stage in front of thousands. When Wyllow handed her the straps of leather that were evidently her new outfit, Lin's hands were shaking so bad Wyllow had to place the garment in her hand and close her fingers for her.

“I can't wear this,” Lin tried to say. It was true in the sense that she had no clue how to put it on. She couldn't tell front from back, top from bottom.

“Linette, look at me.” Lin met Wyllow's endless blue eyes and felt her soul shatter. “You have a minute to put that on. Every minute longer will earn you suffering beyond anything you've dreamed of. When you're ready, come back into the warehouse. I think the guys back there will enjoy what I've chosen for you.”

Lin tried to protest but it was futile. Wyllow turned and walked out without waiting for any response. Her ultimatum had been delivered. Lin would decide how it would turn out.

She sat there in shock for a moment. Then in a flurry of determined energy she twisted and folded the strapped contraption until she figured it out. It only took seconds to get into once she understood it. It was a body harness of leather straps an inch wide. Basically a bra without any material to support her, her full breasts spilled through obscenely. There was a strap that came down from a metal ring between her breasts that lead to a belt that rounded her hips. There was nothing lower. She was totally exposed.

“And now I have to walk through the store wearing this...” She didn't think there were many shoppers today and customer service, with the warehouse behind it, were only a few feet away. Problem was there were always several people there. Would the clerks let a naked woman in leather straps walk into their warehouse? Yeah right.

She went anyway, for reasons she couldn't comprehend. Wyllow told her to, and that seemed enough.

VI.

The counter was empty. Lin had never seen it empty but she wasn't going to question it now. She hurried around the side opening that led behind the counter and to the warehouse entrance further back. On the floor behind the counter Lin found the three clerks.

They were all young women, and all nude. They were each bound wrist to ankles behind their backs. As shocking as that was, it was the arrangement of their bodies that made Lin gasp. They were arrayed mouth to ass, forming a line. The face of one girl pressed deep into the next girls buttocks, whose face, in turn, was buried into the last girl. They were all gagged and struggling. The girl nearest Lin had no ass to bury her face into. She caught Lin's eyes with a pleading look that left Lin wondering if she wanted freedom, or something else.

She turned away from the scene on the floor and hurried into the warehouse. She was probably overtime. Lin was oddly curious what that would mean.

The warehouse was row upon row of tall steel shelving littered with large plain boxes. Lin walked though the large center aisle not sure where to go. A man stepped in front of her coming from an aisle that branched off the main lane. He was a big man, less polite people would have said fat. He was also tall, which made him enormous compared to Lin. His pale blue shirt had a giant sweat stains darkening more than half the material. His face told her he was very happy to see her.

Lin took a step back and turned away. Behind her was another man, this one shorter, leaner but well-muscled. He had dark Hispanic features that Lin barely noticed. What she did see was his pants unzipped and had fallen around his thighs. His hand stroking a semi-erect cock larger than any she'd ever seen.

The fat man's hands grabbed her around the elbows from behind.

“Mistress said you owe her for two answers. Juan is one, and I'm two. But don't worry, we'll take the payment at the same time,” he said in a thick russian accent.

Lin's heart was hammering in her chest. She never though rape would be a part of the equation. The big man's grip hurt her arms as he pulled her elbows behind her back painfully. He tilted her forward pushing her to her knees. The smooth concrete floor was cold and hard when she landed. She felt it scrap her legs painfully as the large russian twisted and bent her to his will.

She opened her mouth to scream but Juan grabbed her face with his free hand, his other still stroking himself. His fingers dug in the her cheeks painfully. He leaned close to her, bending to whisper in her ear.

“She said you could take it all. She said you wouldn't choke. I always choke the bitches but she said I wouldn't choke you, puta.” He let her face go and gave her a quick slap. Not a very hard one but is scared her more than she already was.

Juan grabbed fistfuls of her hair and tiled her head up as he stood. He was fully hard now, with a glistening river of pre-cum oozing down the fat swollen head of his magnificent cock. Lin had her share of men, and she wasn't shy about oral sex. But this beast was massive.

“No teeth or we'll knock them out of your fucking head, puta,” Juan told her harshly.

Lin would have nodded but she couldn't move her head. Juan didn't wait for an answer. He leaned forward feeding his long thick cock into her mouth. Lin would have tried her normal tongue routine she'd done to many satisfied men, but Juan was so big it was all she could do just to keep her teeth from scraping him. She liked her teeth, she wanted to keep them.

Juan kept pressing in. His thick knob hit the back of her throat which made him pause a moment. Lin sat very still, hoping the russian wouldn't dislocate her arms.

“Damn puta,” was all he said. He sounded impressed but it didn't last long. He shifted a little, letting him tilt her head back more. Then he pressed in and down forcing his cock into her throat. Lin kept swallowing, more out of reflex than anything, but she didn't gag. It didn't even hurt really, it was just a little odd.

Juan was in heaven. He'd sunk deep down until Lin's nose was crushed against his belly and he held her there. Her constant swallowing was the best thing he'd ever felt. It was a deep warm wet cock massage that was going to have him coming in no time.

Lin had to keep swallowing. There was no urge to gag, but she couldn't breath. She wasn't sure if he would pull out before he was done and Lin didn't think she could hold her breath that long. She struggled but couldn't move. The men held her too tight.

Juan was moaning, cursing slowly as he pulled painfully at her hair. He held himself buried deep relishing the feel. Lin was fading quickly. Her vision was getting spotty and her lungs were burning for air. She knew she'd pass out soon.

Juan pulled out slowly dislodging himself from her throat with a wet sucking plop. Lin took a loud shuddering raspy breath as he slapped her once again. She sucked air in gasping breaths as her vision cleared. She felt the russian let go of her arms but she could do nothing but attempt control her breathing. Juan still held her hair and was twisting her head. He was saying something to her but she couldn't hear him over the hammering pulse in her ears and her own gasping breath. He let her go with an angry shake.

The russian pushed her forward roughly. She got her hands up in front of her in time to take most of the collision with the floor off her breasts, but it was still painful. He kicked her legs wider and Lin knew she was about to be raped.

Juan grabbed her head, cupping one hand under her chin, grabbing another fistful of hour. He lifted her by her neck and chin, arching her back. He was kneeling in front of her, cock dripping with slime she'd gurgled up while he'd been throatfucking her. He aimed at her lips again and she opened. His cock slid into her throat again easily. This time he did the work. He sawed his cock in and out of her mouth and throat in long slow strokes. It gave her time to gasp for one brief breath of air between strokes.

Lin felt hands on her lower back and hips she knew would be the russian's. It would be a weird angle for him she though, unless he wanted...

Lin fought suddenly, flailing her arms and trying to twist when she realized where the russian was going to take her. It was useless, she was bent too far, held too tight. When she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her soft round ass she froze. Terror ripped through her as Juan's throat fucking sped up to a frantic pace. He stayed deep in her throat, giving her short fast strokes that was bruising her nose on his belly and preventing her from breathing again.

The big man's cock pressed against her anus and she screamed around Juan's cock. It came out as a soft wet gurgle and a pleasurable groan from Juan. Slowly the big man worked his cock into her ass. It hurt more than anything she'd ever felt. He must have lubricated himself somehow since she couldn't feel friction. It was a the stretching and the pressure that was ripping her apart.

Lin continued to scream around Juan's cock. He forced himself deep and held there. His cock jerked and spasmed as he came deep in her screaming throat. The big man had broken all resistance and was now steadily pumping his cock into her bruised and beaten anus.

Juan pulled his softening cock from her throat but kept the slimy head on her tongue. Despite the painful fire in her ass as the large man fucked her hard, Lin found herself sucking and licking Juan's cockhead clean.

The man in her ass didn't last very long and Lin couldn't have been more grateful. He pulled out suddenly and Lin felt the hot jetting spray land in long sticky lines on her back. They left her there on the cold concrete floor in a drooling, sticky heap. She sobbed silently, face hidden by her hair as she held a hand over her sore ass as if she could protect it.

VII.

Lin woke with a start. She was in the changing room wearing her bra and panties. Her cheeks were damp with tears. Her throat ached, felt stretched. She could taste cum. Swallowing a few times didn't help. Her asshole was on fire.

She stood and turned to the mirror afraid to look. Other than the tears on her cheeks, she looked fine. She twisted and pulled her panties aside, bending a little. The rosy star of her ass winked at her. It looked as it always did even though it hurt like hell.

She started sobbing again. The pain and shock of it all was fading, but the confusion was rising. Was it real? Is Wyllow real? She left like she was losing her mind.

“Are you alright, ma'am?” a voice called to her from outside the changing room.

“I..” Lin started to say but faltered.

“Do you need some help ma'am?”

“No I'm fine, I just got some bad news is all.” Lin wasn't good at spur of the moment lies, but that one would work. She dressed quickly and collected her things. She needed to get out of the store.

Stepping out of the booth she almost walked into one of the customer service clerks. It was the girl that had pleaded at her with her eyes. She was dressed casually, no hint of gag or foul play.

“You sure you're alright?” she asked. If she recognized Lin from her struggle behind the counter, she gave no indication.

“I'm fine, I just need to go home.”

The walk to her car was practically a run. She drove for several minutes without a destination in mind. She wasn't sure if home was a good idea. She calmed down slowly, in stages.

After an hour, she realized she was just being silly. Her aimless driving had taken her to an industrial section of town where factories lined the road. The power company was only a few block further down. Lin was looking for a place to turn around when something in her mirror caught her eye.

“Turn in here,” Wyllow said from the back seat.

The car skidded to a screeching halt.

“I said turn in, not stop. Are you so eager to see what disobedience earns you?”

Lin started to ask something, then remembered what her last questions had gotten her. Her ass was still sore but at least the taste of cum was gone. She turned the car into the entrance ramp of a factory. Lin had no idea what this factory made.

“Go around to the service entrance in the back.”

Lin followed the road around the block building. It seemed empty, but that probably wasn't unusual for a Sunday afternoon.

“No questions for me this time?” Her voice was teasing.

“I don't like anal sex,” was all Lin managed to say. She was trying to be very careful.

“No, you don't. But you needed to learn that you will not always like the payment I require. You only mentioned anal though, what of the other? He was blessed man wasn't he?” Wyllow was enjoying herself. Lin continued around to the back of the large building silentely.

“You like giving head don't you Linette,” Wyllow made it a statement.

“Yes, I do.” Lin didn't feel the need to lie about it.

“You like that you don't gag anymore.”

Lin thought for a moment before replying. “I do, but I do need to breath.”

Wyllow laughed at that.

“There's a large cargo door that's partially open at the end of this row. Park in front of that.”

Lin parked in front of the indicated door but left the car running.

“Go on Linette, you have many questions. Ask.”

Lin shook her head.

“I do like you Linette, it's why I chose to answer your prayer. Go on ask. No charge.”

Lin sat for a thoughtful moment.

“Am I insane?”

“No Linette, you are not insane. I told you I am real. I may come to your dreams at times, but it doesn't have to be a dream. This is no dream.” She raised her hands and indicated their surroundings. It was real enough.

“What are you?” Lin was trying to be careful, despite the promise of no fee. “And don't give me that cryptic 'I am what you asked' shit. What are you, really?”

Wyllow smiled then climbed up between the seats to sit up front with Lin. She was nude again. When she settled into the leather seat she turned to Lin and leaned closer.

“Kiss me,” Wyllow said.

“No. Answer the question,” Lin said boldly. It felt really good to be this brave.

“The answer is in the kiss. I promise.”

Lin gave in. Mostly because she needed to know, but also because she really liked kissing Wyllow, despite it all.

Their lips met over the center console of the car. The soft brush of their lips sent an electric arc racing through Lin. She melted in her seat as Wyllow deepened the kiss. Lin grew hot and moaned softly before Wyllow's tongue invade her mouth. Her tongue danced with Wyllow's for a delicious moment before Wyllow pulled her tongue back. Lin wanted that tongue and sent hers into Wyllow's mouth to get it. The kiss grew hotter, deeper still as Lin probed. She felt herself falling into the kiss, losing herself. It was a real sensation and before Lin could react she was falling into utter darkness. She screamed but Wyllow was there, hugging her from behind as they fell. Wyllow nuzzled her neck gently as the darkness gave way to a horrorshow of imagery.

She saw flashes of scenes, memories, of Wyllow brutally whipping chained, naked men. Flaying skin from their backs and buttocks. The men pleaded for more.

More images of Wyllow crushing a man's testicles under booted feet. Lin could hear the squishy pops as those delicate orbs exploded under her heel. The man pleaded for more.

Women were trussed up, clothing torn from them, As Wyllow whipped their tits into a heaving blood-smeared mass. They begged for more.

The endless scenes of nightmare flashed on and on. Lin's throat grew hoarse from screaming.

“These are the ones I feed on,” Wyllow's voice was as whisper in her ear. A tender musical voice that eased the terror of the imagery. Wyllow kissed her neck. Small pecking kisses she traced down Lin's ear to the base of her neck. Lin loved it. The kisses erased the horror from Lin's mind.

“I did not come to feed off you, beautiful flower.”

The images resumed, but the theme was different. Much different.

Two women were sprawled out on a large bed, feasting on each other in a moment of pure passion. Lin recognized Wyllow from the mane of hair only.

A man was poised over Wyllow's prostrate body, holding her hands down beside her head as he thrust into her with deep hard strokes. He was relentless in his love-making and Wyllow was gasping for more.

A man was behind Wyllow holding her large breasts as he slid into her ass slowly, delicately. She purred and arched her back further.

More scenes of love and passion blurred by. Lin felt an ache in her heart, wishing beyond all hope that she could join these people.

“These are the ones I feed from,” Wyllow whispered. “The distinction is very subtle, but the results are not.” Lin whole-heartedly agreed.

“I want to feed from you Linette.” Lin's heart leaped. “I want you to learn how to let me. There are rules. Disobedience is the path to being meat, fodder. I'll feed on you if you fail. But I won't let you fail on your own. You will have to choose to fail. You won't fail on me will you, sweetness?” The last was said with such tender hope that Lin turned in Wyllow's arms and kissed her as hard and passionately as she could. Screaming from her heart that she won't ever fail.

VIII.

The car was hot and swampy. The windows were fogged up from the inside. Lin was drenched in sweat and panting. Wyllow was seated beside her, looking angelic, comfortable. She was smiling at Lin happily.

“But... “ Lin wanted to say that it didn't really answer her question. It did, but it didn't.

“If you need a word for it, my beautiful flower, then the word would be: Succubus. I am a succubus.” Wyllow opened the door and climbed into the summer heat that was much cooler than the stifling heat in the car. She bent down, her magnificent breasts hanging low when she peeked back into the car.

“Coming?” That single word sent waves of heat streaking from Lin's pussy in a sudden orgasm that shook her body. It was the same instant onset climax that had rocked her in her first dream of Wyllow. Only this time there were no fingers and no tongue to carry it further. It fades quickly, leaving Lin panting in bliss. Lin wasn't sure what to think of Wyllow's sense of humor, but she loved the punchlines.

Lin turned off the engine, and left the car to follow Wyllow into the factory building. Her clothing was a sweaty ruined mess. Wyllow was a walking a few feet ahead of her, comfortable in her nudity and looking radiant. Lin stripped as she walked. Leaving her clothes on dirty floor in a trail behind them. Fuck it, she thought.

They didn't go far into the building. The area was mostly clear. Nondescript machinery sat in stations here and there. Lin recognized none of it. There was a forklift in the middle of an open area. Wyllow walked to it and turned to face Lin. When she saw Lin's nudity she lit up in a genuine smile of appreciative approval.

“Come here lover. I need something from you.” Wyllow's voice turned husky, needy.

Lin closed the distance feeling her gut tighten with sexual need. Lin needed something too. When she reached the forklift, Wyllow spun Lin around to face away from the lift. She lifted each of Lin's arms in turn, fastening cuff's around her wrists. The cuffs were chained to the lifting forks of the machine.

With Lin's hands chained overhead to the forklift, Wyllow stepped around to her front and kissed her lips gently.

“I have to hurt you, Linette. I have to hurt you badly.”

Lin's eyes opened a little wider and she opened her mouth. Wyllow kissed her before she said anything. When the kiss broke Lin had a glassy-eyed look of content.

“I have to make you want to die.” Wyllow pressed a finger to Lin's lips this time, to silence the questions. “I cannot explain why. When we are finished and you have recovered, you'll understand.”

Lin was scared now. Wyllow was very serious about this, and the images in the car were downright torture. Lin wanted no part of that.

“You said you wanted to feed from me, not on me,” Lin said. The meek, timid voice was back in force.

“I did. I do.” Wyllow seemed hurt. Sad. That scared Lin even more. Wyllow had enjoyed everything so far. She hadn't seemed capable of sadness. Her hands were tracing light caresses down Lin's body. Teasing her breasts and belly. Lin didn't notice. She was frightened and was starting to feel betrayed.

“I do love how you stripped for me coming here,” Wyllow continued. She was smiling again. It was a soft, knowing smile. “It pleases me more than you know. For that, I'll do something for you. I won't let you feel the fear.” Wyllow licked Lin's nipple, drew it into her mouth for a light suck. Lin basked in the sensation but the fear remained. Wyllow let the hard nipple slip from her mouth, then lean up to kiss Lin again.

“No fear. Ever. And you've paid for it in full already.” Wyllow kissed her hard and the fear dissolved into a distant faded memory. Lin returned the kiss with equal force. When the kiss broke, Lin met Wyllow's deep blue gaze.

“Hurt me. Make me want to die, you gorgeous fucking bitch.”

Part 2

I.

Pain... no. Agony. It had started as pain. Lin was well beyond pain now. The agony was thorough and complete. She'd lost the sense of her surroundings. She couldn't see past the waves of agony radiating from her. She could be anywhere in the world, Lin wouldn't recognize it.

She was still in the factory though. Still chained to the forklift holding her arms high overhead. Her body was taught as she struggled on the tips of her toes. Wyllow had raised the lift till only her toes touched the cold floor.

The tails of the whip slashed into the Lin's breast again. Lin reacted with a shiver. She was beyond screams at this point. Her entire body, every inch, had been whipped to some extent. She lost her voice long ago.

At first Lin had waited hopefully after each painful thrash. Hoping to gain that eagerness to accept more that the other victims Wyllow fed on had displayed. It never came. Every attack left Lin begging for it to stop.

The whipping, once started, continued in a steady rhythm of pain that Lin learned to scream through. There were brief pauses here and there, and they always seemed to come right as Lin's vision blurred, teetering at the edge of unconsciousness. Wyllow would use the pause to gently stroke the offended area with her delicate hands. Those were moments of tenderness that Lin welcomed, craved even. Her sobbing would slow and her breathing would turn regular. Her screams became whimpers. Then the whipping would resume.

It had started with her breasts. Lin liked her breasts. They were full and round, evenly shaped. Not so large they made shopping difficult, but large enough to consistently turn heads. They were sensitive to touch and caress. Lin loved having her breasts fondled. Maybe that's why Wyllow chose to start there. The first blow shocked Lin with the pain it imparted. She'd sucked in a breath getting ready to scream, but Wyllow had been faster. The second blow landed on her other breast on the backstroke as Lin started the scream. It came out as a choking, grunting cough.

She'd kicked and flailed, twisting her body. She fought to free herself, to escape the pain. She didn't fear it, but she didn't want it either. Nothing helped. Wyllow had been merciless and her aim had been impeccable. The weapon of choice was a whip of black leather. It had more than a dozen tails, each almost as long as Lin's arm. Each stroke seemed to grab a new piece of flesh, energizing it with pain. Lin's nipple's shrieked with abuse at first but quickly turned into a tingly icy numbness.

The skin of her chest blushed into a deep rose red before long. Long marks of darker red started to crisscross her once pale skin. At the time Lin thought there would be bruises in the morning.

But all that was long, long ago. Wyllow moved to her belly and thighs once she thought Lin's breasts were sufficiently tender. Her rhythm never broke. From there Wyllow moved behind, whipping Lin's lovley round ass.

It was there that Wyllow's rhythm changed slightly. She'd paused for a moment as she moved behind Lin. The strokes to Lin's ass were slower, but harder. Each blow made Lin yelp. The placement seemed random. No stroke hit the same spot. Wyllow's point of aim wandered from just under the small of Lin's back to the top of her thighs.

She'd had to learn through the whipping to alternate where her weight was. Her arms, shoulders, toes and calves were on fire from holding her own weight up. Her center was in agony from whipping. Her extremities were in agony from strain. Lin was sure Wyllow had planned this. At one point Lin had thrashed enough she'd lost her toehold on the floor. It took a moment of scurrying feet to get her weight back on her aching toes. In that moment, a blow from the whip landed low on her ass, high on her thigh. A small bundle of tails managed to snake their way around the curve of her inner thigh to impact in a small spot inside her thigh as it met Lin's labia.

Physics dictates that as the radius decreases, speed increases. Curving around her thigh had increased the energy and Lin felt that effect acutely. It was a snap to a very sensitive region. Lin's vision went white with pain and she sagged in her bonds as she lost control. An strong arc of urine erupted from her as she swung helpessly in torment. The gentle sway of her body as she peed drew a lewd pattern of wet lines on the floor.

Wyllow's assault halted as she waited for Lin to relieve herself. The stream died down to trickle and the assualt continued, high up Lin's back, just under her shoulder blades. It was a new kind of pain on an untouched region and it sent Lin back into a frenzied dance of pain.

Thus it continued. Wyllow has been silent though it all. Lin had howled in agony when she could manage. But now, Lin's agony was complete. Another blow to Lin's other breast rocked her. Minutes passed with Lin hanging in misery before she realized the whipping had stopped. She couldn't find her feet. Her arms felt like they'd rip from their sockets at any moment. Her skin felt like it would peel off in sheets. Her breathing was ragged and stung her hoarse throat.

The forklift lowered her to her knees, then onto her ass. The cold floor felt wonderful, even though the pressure on her ass hurt like hell. Lin was beyond the pain. Wyllow stepped into her field of view, kneeling in front of her. Lin couldn't lift her head high enough to see past the woman's knees.

“Please let me die,” Lin voice was a croaking whisper.

Lin felt a tugging at her right hand, then suddenly her arm dropped to the floor. Lin couldn't feel it at first. When the blood started to return Lin was introduced to a whole new world of pain. She would have screamed if she could. Her left hand fell into her lap, another lifeless lump. Lin sank down to lay on the floor as her arms slowly returned to life.

Long agonizing minutes later, Wyllow knelt next to her again. She opened Lin's hand and placed there a long dangerous looking knife. It was as long as her forearm, probably still to heavy for her tortured arms to lift.

“If you want to die, do it,” Wyllows challenged.

Lin looked at the knife in horror. Surely she couldn't mean that.

“You don't want to die you silly girl.” Wyllow took the knife away. “You remember that I told you I'd make you want to die before this ended. You want this to end and assume that asking to die will end it. Don't insult me with your lies. This isn't over.”

Lin cried. She cried like never before. She wanted all this to stop. Why couldn't Wyllow just love her the way she loved Wyllow? She didn't want to die. She didn't want to want to die. She cried because she was hurt. She cried because this isn't what she wanted. She never got what she wanted. She cried because she wanted to just once get something she wanted without having everything else in her life turn to shit because of it. She hated herself for her weakness. She hated giving in all the time.

Lin felt her legs being pulled apart. Wyllow had cuffed her ankles while she was sobbing piteously. Now her legs were split by a bar nearly as long as she was tall. It exposed her, opened her. Yesterday she would have been terrified but fear was a thing of the past. In its place was a morbid curiosity of what a pussy whipping would feel like.

Wyllow didn't whip Lin's pussy though. She had moved behind Lin and pulled her arms back behind her, much the same way the big russian man had. Lin felt a belt being looped around her elbows. She sat there letting it happen. Her unwillingness to fight angered her. The belt pulled tight and her elbows touched. It hurt, but wait is pain after an eternity under the whip?

The cuff on her wrist were locked together, then Wyllow sat behind her legs straddling Lin's bright red butt. Wyllow pulled her back until Lin lay against her soft warm body. It felt wonderful. Wyllow might reside in hell, but this was heaven.

“I'm going to make you pretty,” Wyllow told her. Lin's reaction was two-fold. First she sighed with pleasure, giving in the glow of her lover's presence and pampering. But another part of her brain got angry at the insinuation thats Lin wasn't already pretty.

Wyllow was kneeding Lin's breasts and Lin couldn't deny the sensation. It was orgasmic. The bar spreading her legs left her split wide open, lips parted. She felt herself leak onto the floor. The heat was building in her belly. The warm blush of excitement the colored Lin's neck and chest when she was aroused was hidden under the dark angry shade of her recently whipped flesh, but it didn't stop the hot rush of passion that came with it.

Forceps pinched Lin's right nipple. It was a soft stab of pain that brought Lin's attention to what Wyllow was doing. Nipple clamps? Lin heard all about them from Julia.

As Lin looked down to her nipple, Wyllow jabbed the needle through. It was a thick curved needle, the kind used to for piercings. Lin gasped and stiffened but her mind refused to register more pain. Immune to any fear she would have felt earlier, Lin watched those small soft hands work a silver stud through her large pink nipple. Lin had to agree it was pretty.

After screwing the ball on, Wyllow moved the forceps to Lin's other nipple. Lin didn't struggle, nor would she have. She was too exhausted to do much, and the pain was like an old friend now.

“There's no blood,” Lin commented. She was careful not to make it a question. If Wyllow chose to respond that was her prerogative.

“I'll take payment when I deem necessary, sweetness. Choose your words any way you like, I understand your meaning better than you do.” Wyllow kisses her head as she said it, but Lin noticed that she didn't offer a comment about the lack of blood. She jabbed the needle a second time, piercing her other nipple.

“They are pretty,” Lin said. She meant it.

“I'm glad you like it. We have more to do though.”

Wyllow pushed Lin forward enough to squeeze out from behind. She walked around and knelt between Lin's spread legs. Lin had an idea of what was next and she didn't like it. She liked her boobs. She'd always thought about getting pierced. She liked the attention they got. But her pussy was another story. That was a different kind of attention. It wasn't something you flaunted.

Wyllow laid a black velvet square of cloth between Lin's legs. It was folded a few times turning it into an envelope. In another time, Lin would be terror-stricken.

Wyllow unwrapped the cloth to reveal silver rings. Eight large, heavy rings, actually. The rings were huge. They had to be over an inch in diameter. Wyllow had one in her hands and was unscrewing the ball that hid the opening. The ball was the size of a small marble.

“No fucking way.” Lin's voice was strong and final.

“No?” Wyllow said with a smile. “And what the fuck are you going to do about it?”

She had a point. Lin's body was at its limit. She was exhausted. And the bonds were a lot stronger than she was even if she were at full strength. Lin didn't care, she wasn't going to mutilated, turned into a sex doll.

“I said no. Get those things away from me.” She kept her voice low and slow but her tone was serious. It felt really good to put her foot down, even though there was nothing she could do to stop this.

Wyllow stopped unscrewing for a moment and looked Lin in the eye. In the blink of an eye Wyllow brought her hand around delivering a fierce open hand slap across Lin's face. Lin's vision swam as her head snapped around. She felt loose teeth.

“Don't you ever fucking say no to me again,” Wyllow's melodious voice had turned harsh and abrasive.

Lin recovered slowly, tasting blood. She felt a drop tickling the side of her chin as she bled from the corner of her mouth. When she looked back at Wyllow, her lover was staring back. What Lin saw made her wish for the ability to fear again. Wyllow's eyes were a dark ruby red, shimmering with anger. Through the thick mass of hair poked a pair of black curling horns. Fucking horns!

Forceps pinched Lin's labia and she looked down. Wyllow was getting ready to piece her outer lips with one of the huge god-forsaken rings.

Lin growled. She'd been in pain all afternoon and was now supernatually immune to fear. Threats of violence were useless.

“I fucking told you, do not put that fucking thing into me,” her emphasis on that one word was nearly a full volume scream.

Wyllow plunged an obscenely large needle through her labia. Lin shrieked in anger and frustration.

“That is not pretty, that is disgusting. There is nothing sexy about those huge rings. Why do you want me to look so hideous?” Maybe logic would win where empty demands failed.

“I like these rings. They will pull your lips down and open you up. In a few years you'll be stretched enough to tie knots with your flesh.” Wyllow twisted the first large ring into place with a hiss of pain from Lin. There was blood this time.

“That's disgusting. If you do this I'll feel so ugly I'll never want to have sex with you!” Lin was getting desperate. She knew she was losing this battle. Hot tears were filling her eyes. Just fucking once, can't I get something to go my way, she shrieked in her head.

Wyllow repositioned the forceps down the pierce lip a little getting ready for the next ring in the chain. She leaned down and blew a soft warm breath of air against Lin's clit.

Lin exploded in another instant climax. Her tortured body was in no condition for Wyllow's all-encompassing orgasms. Lin whimpered in ecstasy as the spasm rolled through exhausted muscles. It left her weak and panting.

“Stupid girl, do you really think you control who you want to fuck?”

Wyllow blew again. Lin sagged and shook, it was all she could do to weather the erotic storm crashing through her. Lin whimpered as Wyllow started to blow again.

“Oh please no...” Lin begged. Wyllow smiled. She blew gently.

Lin came hard, a small arc of feminine lust sprayed from her clenching pierced pussy. Lin moaned through it. She had no control over her abused body anymore. The orgasmic spasming triggered spasms of exhaustion which led to a whole new orgasm. It was a brutal cycle that went on till Lin passed out.

“Wake up, sweetness,” Wyllow licked Lin's nose. Lin stirred and whimpered. Wyllow kissed her lips. Lin felt that and sighed, trying to kiss back. She loved kissing this woman.

Lin opened her eyes. Wyllow's horns were gone, her eyes were blue. Lin was still spread wide and their were six large rings still laying on the velvet cloth. Two ring pulled heavily on her swollen labia. She couldn't have been unconscious for more than a minute.

“That was payment,” Wyllow told her.

Something in Lin's expression made her elaborate.

“Your question. You asked why I wanted to make you look hideous. Questions have a price, silly.” Lin groaned. “And I don't think you look hideous. I think you will look absolutely fuckable. You're never going to wear clothing again, and you belong to me utterly. So I'm going to flaunt you. All of you. Men are going to hook their fingers into the four rings in each lip and pull you wide open. Stick anything they want into you. Fingers, cocks, fists.. anything.”

Lin began to cry.

Wyllow continued the piercing. Lin was defeated and did nothing further to stop her.

“How about a thank you,” Wyllow said as she was screwing the eighth ring shut.

“Fuck you.”

“Fine.” Wyllow pulled the rings apart opening Lin's exposing her most intimate flesh with obscene perversity. Lin groaned with shame. Wyllow licked her open gash and Lin was grateful it didn't trigger a magic climax. Wyllow pressed her face in deeper, wiggling her tongue into Lin's tunnel. She released the rings and they hung alongside her cheeks as she licked deep into Lin.

Lin shook her head in protest. It was the only part of her she could move, even if it was futile movement. She cried.

Wyllow's tongue worked deeper. She was licking far deeper than Lin had ever felt. The tongue was too long. It was unnatural. She grew horns and I'm worried her tongue might be too long? Lin berated herself. The tongue continued to lengthen and swell. Lin felt like she was being fucked.

As unnatural as it was, it was causing a very natural reaction in Lin. True arousal was kindling a real orgasm within her. The tongue was relentless. It was long enough now to lick circles around her cervix. She'd slept with men big enough to bang against her cervix and it always hurt like hell, but the soft teasing licks of Wyllow's tongue was pleasurable in a totally new fashion for Lin. The wiggling tongue was doing wonders against her g-spot as it swelled with arousal.

Lin's knees started to shake and moan with quick panting breaths. Liquid heat billowed up and rolled gently over her. Her pussy tightened and pulsed as the micro-orgasm washed through her. Another followed it in a delicious series of tiny orgasms rolling off the long wiggling tongue that skewered her.

“Stop, stop please, stop,” Lin begged soon after.

Wyllow's tongue receded slowly, though she didn't actually pull away from Lin's pussy. She licked gently at Lin's inner lips, swollen and dark red from the attention. When she pulled her face away, the rings fell together tugging at her outer lips, tinkling like a wind chime.

Lin heard it, felt it, and started to cry again.

“Why do you cry?”

Lin's only response was to continue sobbing. Wyllow crawled up her body in a move that reminded Lin of a much better night. Much better bondage. Even if she'd had to drink pee.

When Wyllow was face to face with Lin, she leaned into her body, their sweaty breasts sticking together. Wyllow licked the tears off Lin's face. It was oddly comforting.

“Why do you cry?”

Lin tried to look away but Wyllow was too close.

“I'm not your pet. I'm not some doll for you to decorate and pass around. But you're treating me like one.” There was some defiance to Lin's defeated voice, but it wasn't very convincing to her. It made her hate herself again.

“But you are my pet. You do what I say. You obey, or you are punished. I grant you gifts and you pay for it. I take from you anything I want and it costs me nothing. So, you are my pet.”

It was so true that Lin could think of nothing to say.

“Well I don't want to be,” The meek Lin was back and it brought new tears.

Wyllow sighed and nuzzled Lin's battered cheek.

“Linette, you don't get what you want handed to you. This is the source of you unhappiness. You need to accept there are things you can't have. The thing's you can have you have to take for yourself. Be proud of and happy with that which you can take and don't be bothered by the things you cannot control. Happiness with follow. You will be happy as my pet, I promise.”

Lin was thoughtful for a moment. The nuzzling felt good. It distracted her, but not enough for her to blindly accept the advice. It occurred to her that most of achievements in history were feats of people doing what was thought impossible. It was practically the definition of achievement. Doing what you thought you couldn't do. Wyllow's advice suddenly sounded cowardly.

“Get off me,” Lin said.

Wyllow looked startled.

“What?”

“I said get off me. And take those damn rings out of me. I'm not your fucking pet.”

Wyllow stood up then looked down at Lin.

“Stupid girl, I thought you were learning.”

“Untie... Unbuckle me,” Lin's voice was bolder.

Wyllow Put her foot against Lin's pussy and applied much of her weight. Lin grunted but was still recovering from the recent overload. It just didn't register much.

“Help me up,” Lin continued. She was determined now.

“Listen to me you little shit,” Wyllow was spitting the words, her eyes red again. “In moments this factory is going to come alive with workers and I'm going to make sure each of them remember just how fucking horny they are. When they find you, your going to see just how much of a fuck doll you've become. How many you cocks do you think you can take before you pass out? Twenty? Thirty?” Wyllow's horns were in full bloom. They curved out, back in, then up in a graceful, menacing sweep.

“There's over a hundred men here per shift and I've called all three shifts in. You're going to be so covered in cum they'll have to scrap you off the floor and hose your down.” Rich black leathery wings unfolded from Wyllow's back as her rage mounted.

“Don't worry, we've got a few minutes before they arrive. Enough time for me to carve you up bitch.” She lifted her finger for display, showing Lin her long sharp talons. “I'm fucking surgical with these, you cunt. What shall I carve on your belly?” She flicked a finger and a thin line of blood etched its way along Lin's belly. “Something simple, like Slut. Or Whore. Maybe something more suggestive... Cum Dump.” Wyllow bent low and started to trace a talon carefully on Lin's belly. She saw the beginnings of a 'C'.

Hot tears blinded Lin. A roaring rush of noise deafened her. It was the sound of her own rage. She couldn't be afraid, though she knew she would have been. She was free of that now though. Rage remained. She wouldn't be some nameless fuck doll for a gang of men. No one could make her that, she'd rather die first.

Wyllow was bent over her carving letters into her tummy. She was standing between Lin's widely spread legs between the knees. The bar that forced Lin's feet apart was strong and unforgiving. The belt at her elbows could have been steel for all it budged.

Lin kicked up in anger, refusing to let this happen. The action pulled the spreader bar up under Wyllow's knees as she was bent over her. It pulled her feet out from under her and twisted her body to land on her back with a dull thud. Lin threw her feet back down to kick the fallen demon. The momentum pulled her and she used to the stand up. Lin found herself standing above Wyllow now. The bar spreading her feet was pressing hard into Wyllow's neck holding her down, chocking her. Wyllow's red eyes were wide with shock.

“I told you to unbuckle me you fucking cunt. Do it.” Lin dripped blood onto the choking woman's face from the wounds on her belly.

Lin was a small woman, but Wyllow was tiny. Lin outweighed her enough to hold the advantage, but Lin knew that as soon as she started swinging those talons she would be done. Better to bleed to death than be raped into submission.

Wyllow didn't claw her, but she didn't move either.

“You have one minute to take these off. Every minute longer will earn you suffering beyond anything you've ever dreamed.” Using Wyllow's own threat against her made Lin feel damn good even though she was reasonably sure Wyllow know a whole lot more about suffering than she ever would.

“Yes mistress,” Wyllow's voice was a strained choking croak.

“What?” Lin didn't believe what Wyllow had just said.

“Yes Mistress,” Wyllow repeated, louder this time. She was reaching for the buckles at Lin's left ankle, talons gone. Manicured, feminine nails were in their place. The cuff fell away, and the pressure on Wyllow's neck eased. She gasped for breath, sucking in air. Lin watched from above without remorse. She knew what that felt like.

“The other one,” Lin commanded. She wasn't choking or held down anymore and Lin didn't want to give her time to take advantage of that.

Wyllow rolled over and worked at the buckle on Lin's other ankle. Lin's legs were free. She stepped aside shakily. She still wasn't really recovered from her brutal whipping. She was surprised she could stand honestly.

“My arms now, and I shouldn't have to go through all this. I told you to unbuckle me. That should have meant everything,” Lin let her voice remain pissy, but inside she was singing with relieved glee.

“I'm sorry, Mistress.” The belt fell away, releasing Lin's elbows. Her shoulders screamed with pain at the release. It doubled her over and forced her to breath slowly with her forehead on the cold floor, fighting against the urge to vomit. The ability to react to pain was returning. Damn.

Wyllow tugged at Lin's wrists for a moment then the restraints came off. Lin was now finally free of all her bonds but she couldn't move off the floor yet. She felt faint and lightheaded.

“Mistress you aren't well. Let me take you home,” Wyllow's voice was soft and comforting. “You need to rest. I hurt you badly. So badly.”

Lin sat up a little

“And I wanted to die instead of take more abuse,” Lin continued Wyllow's prophecy.

“And now you understand.” Wyllow finished it. Lin did understand. Meek Lin would never rise again. Wyllow fed on the meek. A strong Lin would provide food, not be the food. Lin would feed Wyllow like she would feed a dog. Wyllow was Lin's pet. She understood. Lin pressed her head back against the cold floor and passed out.

When she woke up it was dark. Everything ached. She started to roll over but nothing wanted to work right. She tried to focus in the dark. Once upon a time, waking up in pain in a dark room would have been sheer terror. Fear immunity was a nice perk to owning a demon lover.

“Mistress?” Wyllow's sleepy voice was next to her. They were in Lin's bed she realized. She was home and it was late at night. She'd been asleep for hours. She been beaten within inches of her life and brought back. Now every muscle in her body was sore and stiff.

“I have to pee.” She pulled the sheet off her naked body. It was the first step in the long painful journey that going potty was going to be. Wyllow had other ideas.

The tiny woman rolled closer to Lin. Her horns and wings were gone. She large full breasts weren't. They were pressed into Lin's arm as Wyllow finished pulling the sheets off them both.

“I have to get up,” Lin said and started to sit up. Wyllow gently held her back.

“You need to rest and relax. I cannot heal you without you knowing, it's one of my limitations.”

Wyllow was sliding down the bed.

“So you couldn't heal me in my sleep because I wouldn't have known it was happening?” As she asked, she remembered Wyllow's system of payment. Shit.

“That's correct, Mistress.”

“Help me up,” Lin had to go really bad.

“No, my payment first, Mistress,” Damn. Lin was in no condition to gave payment of any kind.

“I like being called mistress,” Lin said it as Wyllow start moving back up the bed between Lin's legs. Lin couldn't orgasm now, it would kill her. Maybe Wyllow would take a raincheck.

“It pleases me that you are pleased, Mistress,” Wyllows voice had an edge of laughter to it. She was enjoying herself again. “And no late payments.”

“I own you. You're my pet, damn it. I shouldn't have to pay a thing for asking,” Lin said with bitter frustration.

“No Mistress, you shouldn't have to,” Wyllow agreed. She pressed her lips against Lin's pussy and gave a gentle suck. There was no instant climax much to Lin's relief.

“So why am I paying?” Fuck, she'd made it another question.

Wyllow didn't answer. Did that mean that one wouldn't cost anything? Wyllow's gentle sucking was making it harder to hold back her bladder, and she was no closer to the toilet.

“If I don't want to answer, then no, I can't extract my payment,” The mind reading certainly made conversations easier, if a bit more confusing. Did her vocal answer to a silent question require payment?

Wyllow laughed.

“Stop obsessing Mistress. You are making it more confusing that it is.” The gentle suckling felt amazingly good, but Lin really needed to get up. She was getting frustrated with the conversation and her inability to move. And why had she chosen not to answer?

“If you don't stop that I'm going to pee in your mouth.” Even as she said she realized that's exactly what Wyllow was aiming for. The suckling grew in intensity slightly. Lin noticed she was careful not to include her clit in the sucking. The memory of those huge mutilating rings struck her. She reached down quickly only to cuff Wyllow in the head as she gentle feasted.

“No rings, Mistress. You didn't like them. You didn't want them. So you don't have them,” Wyllow resumed her sucking.

“Just like that. Because I said so.” It was a revelation for Lin.

“Because you said so, Mistress,” Wyllow confirmed. She resumed her ministration.

“No more payments. I'll get from you what I ask for and it's not going to cost me anything. Now help me get into the bathroom. I'm going to pee in the toilet, not your mouth.”

Wyllow sighed. “Yes, Mistress.”

She gave Lin's wet sex one last playful lick, then got up and helped her walked to the bathroom. It hurt, but felt good to stretch out. She sat heavily on the toilet and let go. She couldn't wait for Wyllow to leave.

Wyllow didn't leave. She knelt beside Lin, resting her chin on Lin's knee. To Lin it was an awkward silence filled with loud embarrassing splashes, but Wyllow seemed content, happy to be of service.

“You can wait outside,” Lin finally said.

Wyllow got up and went to sit on the bed. She didn't close the door. Lin sighed and finished her business.

Lin didn't return to bed immediately. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror over her sink. She was a train wreck. Her cheek was a a splotchy red. It would be an ugly bruise she had no hope of hiding at work tomorrow. Her boobs were worse. Bruises were already forming in large ugly blue patches. Her nipples were swollen and huge, nearly hiding the new piercings. Her tummy was smeared with dried blood. 'CUM D' was carved in crude letters that were scabbing over. If they scarred.... Lin pushed that thought aside.

She turned a little to see her ass. It, too, was an angry collection of bruises. The rest of her body was crisscrossed with various shades of red lines and splotches. Some were fading, many would be bruises in a few hours. Lin was thoroughly beaten up.

She grobed her wet pussy, feeling her lips. They ached and hurt to touch. She suspected she'd find eight large holes if she probed them.

Wyllow was in the door. She was looking at Lin in the mirror. Her face was that of a child that knew she'd been caught doing something very very wrong.

“I'm sorry, Mistress,” she whimpered.

“You said you couldn't heal me if I didn't know it was happening. Well I know now, so heal me.”

Wyllow's face lit up with a brilliant smile.

“Come to bed, Mistress.” She beckoned with a finger, then turned and walked back to bed. It was the sexiest runway strut Lin had ever witnessed.

Wyllow called it healing. Lin called it amazing sex. The neighbors called the cops. Wyllow took care of that when the knock at the door came. Whoever had been dispatched, Lin was sure it was his lucky day. Lin would never know for sure, she slept through it all.

to be continued...

Hand of Pan (9/6/2008)