RedV

I am not an evil woman, although the history books will probably depict me thus. More misled I think, vain certainly, weak, perhaps. But before I die, entombed alive in this prison cell, I will tell my story and may it haunt you for all your mortal days, a warning to those who embrace greed and ambition. My tale begins in Hungary where I was born in 1561, I was a beautiful child with long flaxen hair, the cosseted and pampered daughter of a rich nobleman. By the time I had reached the age of eighteen, I was a much sought after commodity to the aristocratic Lords who would have taken me to wife and paraded me as a prize mare before their rivals. But, (and I smile) I had other plans, plans of riches beyond my wildest dreams, of a handsome husband who would spread my pretty thighs with reverence and devotion and plans of a castle past compare, where I would be Mistress and all others would envy and revere me. It was power I wanted and it was power that I got!
A little past my nineteenth birthday, a handsome stranger rode into my village and came directly to my home in search of Father. I can remember now it was the first time I had ever experienced lust in its purest form. As I peered from behind the drapes, my loins danced and then melted at the sight of this imposing aristocrat. His hair was jet black, captured in a long plait which fell down his broad back, his features were hard and chiselled, eyes like flints and a sensual but cruel mouth which smiled sardonically as he spoke. Cerdic was his name and to the incredible joy of this pretty, misguided fool, he was here for my hand in marriage. That night before I slept, my hands crept under the folds of my nightgown and stroked the soft crisp curls between my legs, imagining those hands belonged to him, his hands, his lips……
And so we were married. My groom was perhaps a little quiet but in my head I had built up a wonderful fantasy that nothing would spoil and if he looked at me without the love and kindness I had expected, it was because he was a brave warrior who was unused to the frivolities and fancies of a spoilt and wilful maiden. His ice blue eyes were cold and unforthcoming but he was politeness itself and his very manners beguiled and intrigued me. We journeyed for days until we were deep in the Carpathian mountains, where Castle Cseijthe awaited me and my heart sang for joy that I had my goal, my dream, I had everything.
It grows cold at night in my little cell, so cold that my hands and bare feet grow numb and the rags that I now wear bring no heat either to my skeletal body or my blackened soul. Sometimes they push scraps of food through the bars which I snatch for like an animal before the rats can get them and as my strength diminishes, the past grows clearer. I am seventeen again with my whole life ahead of me. I am immortal….
Lord Cerdic had not as yet touched me intimately telling me he would make our first night special when we were safely ensconced in our own home and although my first impressions of Castle Cseijthe were of bleakness how could anything have possibly burst the happy bubble which hovered around me. But burst it did. And on my wedding night of all nights. The beginning of the end…….
After a late supper, we retired to the Master Chamber where a fire burned merrily in the hearth, old tapestries warmed the room with their colour and a huge bed awaited with lush materials. Finally alone, I was bade to strip which I did, nervous yet strangely breathless with excitement, the moment I had longed for - the handsome lover who would fondle and caress me, make love to me and worship me.Oh such love and awe I felt in my young heart which beat frantically beneath my bare bosom. The very bosom for which he now reached and squeezed painfully, raking sharp nails into the soft flawless white skin, causing me to scream aloud in pain and anguish. My screams earned me a vicious slap across the face and I tasted blood in my mouth, a sweet metallic taste and for of the rest of that cruel night I have no real memory save for pain the likes of which I could only have envisaged in the very fires of hell. And thus I entered those flames, the screaming,the cruel mocking laughter, the blood and by dawn…….the hatred.
In time the bruises faded and his visits became less frequent as he grew bored with my submission and slaked his thirst elsewhere. The castle was a dark and sombre place, the servants lived in fear,as did I and they never stayed long sometimes disappearing mysteriously overnight whereupon it was agreed by the Master that they had run away in their sloth and idleness. But at last the sun came out over the Carpathians and he was off to battle to fight against the Turks and I had my freedom and strangely a newfelt sense of power and sensuality. I would wander the castle grounds enjoying the sound of my own voice as I barked orders at the peasants watching them scuttle around me in their haste to do my bidding.
The dark shadows of Death grow closer now, wrapping their icy fingers around me, pulling at me and I welcome them with open arms but I will linger yet awhile in this world of misery to finish my tale.
I had been alone without any civilised companionship for some years now and was delighted that Cerdic’s visits home were now fleeting. My body by my mid twenties was physical perfection, soft, white, lithe with a full bosom and a narrow waist and only myself to enjoy it. At night I would spread my legs and stroke my nipples, retreating back in my imagination that it was anothers hands doing the touching.I was at my sexual peak and growing bitter and restless without the stimulation I needed.
One day as I passed the servant’s quarters, one of the doors to the cabins was slightly ajar. It was the sound of a girl singing softly that drew my attention and I walked in, lured by the sweet sound. She stood naked in a basin of water washing herself with a towel and soap and she was lovely. For only the second time in my life I felt the scorching white heat of pure desire again, I wanted to touch and explore her but could see that she was frightened, which strangely made me feel even more excited. I had my manservant throw a cloak around her shivering body and deliver her to the Master Chamber where I waited, a fierce heat rising within my sex at the thought of owning her. And I did not hurt her. Oh no. I gave her pleasure. I parted the sweet lips of her sex with my tongue and pulled at her breasts feeling her writhe and shudder beneath me and when she was spent, I lowered my own sex to hers and rubbed against her until my body exploded into a beautiful new world. She remained by my side all that summer until Cerdic came home in the fall. I never saw her again…
In an unnatural act of kindness, Cerdic had brought me a lady companion, who although she was of Romany descent, had been educated by a local nobleman in her village and brought up to be a lady as his wife had never borne children of her own. Her name was Dorotta Szentes but she was known as Dorka and I warmed to her instantly. With my husband’s timely departure, my bruises faded again and I was happy with my new friend and confidante. I confided in her my loneliness, my passion and my dalliance with the young servant girl who had vanished. Dorka smiled a secret smile and agreed there was no harm in easing these burdens in the arms of other women. So gradually more and more young girls were introduced as serving maids to the castle from the surrounding area and I was surrounded by beauty and colour. Up to five or six of the wenches would sleep in my bed at a time and when we woke it was for play and love. Sometimes it would be fierce and raw, at others tender and compassionate. How beautiful I think back now, their young smooth skin a tonic for loneliness and complimentary to my own flawless beauty.
The months again turned to years, that very beauty of mine diminishing a increasingly as Lady Time took her relentless toll. Sometimes I wailed to Dorka about the cruelty of fate and she in turn would smile her secret smile and assure me there were measures which could be taken. Dark but powerful measures. In my self obsession, I grew twisted and began to envy my young maids their silken hair and youthful ivory skin. At nights where once I had caressed, sometimes now I would nip and pinch, taking a perverse pleasure in hurting them in the very same bed where my adult life had so cruelly begun.
Then one night, when a frightened maid clipped my face in defence, I bit her hard on the neck and instead of letting go, I sank my teeth in further as much in curiosity as in frenzied lust. Her screams drew the attention of the servants and Dorka who burst into the room to find me astride the unconscious girl, naked and with her blood running down my face. I would never forget the look of horror on their faces or of the look of satisfaction that crossed Dorka’s. Later though, as I wept she consoled me, she told me of spells and potions she knew of from her ancestors and the potions were made from the fresh blood of young virgins. This magic would be pwerful enough to reverse the aging process and make me young again and in a fever of mindless excitement and greed I determined I would have it whatever the cost.
The castle again became a dark and fearful place but not this time from the presence of Cerdic. There were whispers in the local village that late at night screams could be heard from within the castle walls. Terrible haunting wails of souls in torment. Little did they know what horrors could possibly lie in my dungeon. If they could have seen the young girls shackled to the walls, some bleeding openly, whimpering, begging, some already dead. I would sit in a copper bath in the middle of the room, singing to myself, the same song which I had heard my first female lover so many years previously. My bath of blood, tended to so lovingly by my dear friend Dorka who would also hold the mirror as I sang. As Dorka made the preparations and selected the victims, I closed my eyes and ears to any unpleasantries for after all, was I not the Countess Bathory? A woman of beauty and power, timeless and immortal.
But all bad things too must come to an end too. Cerdic had grown old and in an ironic turn of events, had fallen in love with a young noblewoman of seventeen. He had the audacity to bring her home to the castle and paraded her in front of me as his wife and lover, while I, all the while plotted and schemed to lure her to my secret room beneath the keep. Her blood would be sweeter I wagered to Dorka, than any of the peasant wenches and would lose me at least ten years. My mind was cursed by my obsession, the blood, the bath, the mirror and the sweet red wine!
That I was a thorn in Cerdic’s side was obvious but in my descent into madness I determined to make him suffer as he had made me! I goaded and mocked, regardless of the stinging slaps this behaviour earned me and I plotted with Dorka to kill him and end my torment once and for all. But perhaps I was foolish in underestimating my opponent as sometimes desperate people are. One day I went out for a ride, the only time now I could ever feel at peace with myself, and on my return there awaited several important looking gentlemen whom I had never before seen. They were deep in discussion with my husband and all looked up coldly and accusingly as I trotted into the yard and my heart froze in my breast at the thought of discovery. Alerted by Dorka’s screams as she was dragged to a wagon, I bolted, knowing not where I went but galloping toward the castle gate. Too late. Too late, my wretched head echoes. It is over…..
Dorka was burned at the stake three days later, tried and convicted of sorcery, murder and heresy. And I? The Countess? I could not be executed as I was an aristocrat, but they had a much worse fate in store for me and sometimes, I think,to a wretched soul like me, death can be a blessing. I was condemned to a living death in a small cell within my very castle grounds. I cannot stand in the cell so I crawl, sometimes laughing, sometimes weeping. I can just see out through a small window to the ground below but my eyes grow dimmer now and at last the end is in sight. I began this tale by imploring you to believe I am not an evil woman but perhaps after all I am and I know I have not dwelt too long on the full horrors of what I have done. Nor have I uttered a word since they threw me in here and they say I have no remorse but in my heart and soul I have plenty. There. I have told you my story and yet I know you will still judge me harshly, deservingly so no doubt. But pity me rather than despise me.
B As death pulls me sweetly now into the shadows of eternity I have an image in my head which grows stronger as the light dims. It is my wedding night and a handsome young warrior bids his young wife strip. I stand naked before him, nervous yet breathless with excitement. He touches me with such exquisite tenderness that my eyes well with tears and I embrace his caress….. He loves me.

Author’s Note: A few years back, when this was written, Tonya was the hot, white-trash celebrity slut de jour. There’s a lot of heart, and a lot of personality, in that tough little bod, and her fans are legion. Enjoy, and your comments/votes/contact are very welcome.
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The young woman seated next to me really wasn’t much of looker. Sort of white-trashy, I thought, with her stone-washed jeans, odd-colored fake nails, and cheap perm job. I wondered why someone like this was flying First Class. She smiled at me, and I returned the smile, but then she dove into her book, and I went to work on my laptop.
We didn’t begin conversation until the attendant offered us mixed drinks, and we both ordered a Cosmopolitan, a vodka-cranberry-juice-Cointreau-lime concoction that had been popularized by “Sex and the City” and was the hot new drink in NYC (where we were flying from to San Francisco). We exchanged a few words about what a tasty libation it is, and each ordered another with dinner.
Relaxed and settling in for a long flight, we began chatting and learning about each other – although my seatmate seemed to enjoy talking more than listening. This I didn’t mind much, because she had a pleasant, strong voice — not trashy or heavily accented.
She revealed her identity slowly, informing me that she was a professional ice skater, no longer competing. When I stared, obviously trying to place her face, she then said, in a confidential whisper, “I’m Tonya Harding.”
The grin on my mug let her know that I didn’t find this revelation distasteful. To the contrary, I expressed great interest in learning everything I could about what it’s like to be Tonya Harding. And she told me.
As the cabin lights were dimmed and most of our co-passengers drifted off to sleep, we talked nonstop, sipping on a couple of Coronas, which only served to lubricate the conversational wheels.
I work in professional sales, and so I am a skilled interviewer and listener. This combination led to Tonya sharing intimate details of her life that I’m sure the most intrepid reporters couldn’t dig up.
We were getting to be old friends when the subject of her X-rated home video surfaced. At this point, Tonya, obviously drunk and unabashed, moved her face within an inch of mine and, with a giggle, whispered that she’s made more money from the sale and distribution of that video than from all her years in competitive skating. At first, she was upset about its release, but when she saw the moola streaming in, it wasn’t such a bad tradeoff.
I asked her how she felt about total strangers viewing her naked body and watching her get it on with her ex. She said, for her, it wasn’t so different from an audience watching her skate in those sexy outfits – and she was sure that plenty of people, both sexes, got turned on and fantasized about her just from looking at her clothed.
I joked that she was a “cocky little tart,” and she laughed loudly. We stared at each other for several seconds, then, in a disembodied voice, I confessed that I would enjoy seeing that video VERY much.
“Yes,” she giggled, “I’m sure you would.” She dropped her hand into my lap, giving my thigh a playful squeeze and, at the same time, rubbing her shiksa nose against mine. I felt my heart pounding, and I knew I had to taste her sweet red lips. We kissed lightly … once, twice. Then she pulled me toward her, mashing our mouths together, thrusting her tongue against mine and exploring my mouth.
We made out like a couple of horny teenagers. Taking a breather, I whispered, “What’s in that tape anyway?”
“Everything,” she said.
“Everything?”
“Do you like sucking?” she breathed in my ear.
“Yes.”
“And fucking?”
“Yes.”
“And a woman’s hand jerking on your hard cock?” Her hand cupped my erection through my wool pants, and she quick-stroked me.
“Oh, YES! Very much!”
As much as I wanted her to bare my cock and jerk it or suck it till I let loose, I knew we couldn’t get away with it on the plane. We resigned ourselves to dirty talk and jokes and a couple of fine brandies provided by the attendant.
I’m sure this was the longest flight of my life, and my dick was up and down so many times, I’m sure it hated me for torturing it so. But it was not to be disappointed.
Tonya and I discovered our hotels in S.F. were within walking distance of one another. As we shared a cab to my hotel, we necked passionately, reveling in our little affair, and thinking ahead to when we could throw ourselves together uninhibitedly.
In my room, we stripped off our clothes and got our first good look at each other in bright light. She zeroed in on my swollen cock, her eyes wide open. Though we were several feet from each other, my cock felt like it could fly right at her – and into her.
In turn, I gazed at her breasts – smallish, but with silver-dollar-size areolas and long, thick, pink nipples. Her cunt was framed with a generous thatch of brown-blonde hair. I love them hairy down there. “Turn around,” I ordered.
She did, displaying the finest white ass God and competitive sports ever created – tight and muscular, but with just a little bounce – placed above two, strong, well-shaped thighs. She waved her ass at me, and her musk filled my nostrils.
We fell on each other like the hungry animals we were. Holding her from behind, my cock wedged in her ass crack, I jammed my fingers in her honey pot and growled, “Listen, bad girl, I want to do EVERYTHING to you!”
And I did. All night long.
Tonya was the first to cum, humping my hand for all she was worth, while I twirled my fingers in her sloppy cooze and my thumb stroked the hell out of her rigid clit. Then, just when I thought my cock couldn’t take another second of inattention, Tonya slid to her knees before me, quickly wetting my prick with broad licks before deep-throating me.
I stood at attention while Tonya did all the work, jacking me expertly with her hand, while suctioning my big purple cockhead. She moaned loudly and appreciatively as hours of pent-up cum gushed into her mouth, filling it with the warm gooey treat. She took it all, and swallowed it all, with the face of the Cheshire cat.
My knees buckled, and we sprawled on the bed, resting.
A quick shower — during which I sucked her big nipples and ran my groping hands all over her wonderful ass and legs — and we were back on the bed. Our energy barely slaked, we worked ourselves into orgasm after orgasm, including a lengthy cunt-fucking with Tonya riding me cowgirl-style … a hot ass-fucking, dog-style, that had me blowing my cream into her bunghole as she wriggled and writhed on my cock … and another blowjob, this time with Tonya pulling my cock from her mouth just as the jism began to squirt, giving herself a face full of cum, which she lovingly massaged into her skin using my softening cock as a brush.
The next day we were back to the real world, devoted to our separate obligations and duties. It is unlikely I will ever be with Tonya again. Our night is now a pure and cherished memory; however, I surely am looking forward to seeing the Harding video. Perhaps it will help me relive that glorious night.
End

Mindy walked in circles around the large toy store, looking for just the right present for her new niece. Colorful displays stood throughout the store, attempting to entice buyers into purchasing something other than what they came for. Stopping at a strategically placed display of stuffed animals, Mindy picked up a bunny rabbit and examined it.
Holding a carrot stick? she thought. Are companies getting so tight fisted that they can no longer be bothered to give the poor bunnies the entire carrot?
As cute as the bunny was, the carrot stick just looked too weird, so Mindy decided to buy a teddy bear instead. After digging through piles of teddy bears with bow-ties, fat furry bears, skinny nappy bears, polar bears on skis, and many other varieties, Mindy spied a pink teddy bear holding a baby blanket.
Perfect, she thought as she carried the baby bear to the check-out.
Mindy checked her watch and realized she was running more behind than she thought. She was driving up to see her new niece and hadn’t had time to get her a present yet, so when she spotted the toy store just off the high-way, she couldn’t resist stopping. The newborn baby wouldn’t have a clue whether her aunt brought her something or not, but she couldn’t just show up without a gift. After all, this was her sister’s first baby and Mindy’s first niece.
She had spent more time in the toy store than she had meant to and she was already way behind schedule. If her boss had not made her work late, she would have had plenty of time to get there. Even though she would now arrive too late to see her sister and the new baby, at least she would be able to go visit first thing in the morning. If she had waited until morning to leave, she wouldn’t have gotten there until mid-afternoon.
Mindy hurried out to her car and got back on the road. She still had a long drive ahead of her and it was already fast approaching 9 pm. At this rate, it would be 2 am before she arrived in her sister’s town. She’d have to find a hotel to crash in until it was a more civilized hour to go visiting.
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After driving for three hours, Mindy’s eyes felt itchy and watery from the strain of fighting off sleep and she had caught herself about to doze off more than once. She decided to pull over for the night and finish the trip in the morning, her eyes scanning the road-side, looking for a sign advertising a hotel.
Just when she thought she would have to pull over to the side of the road and sleep in her car, she spotted a sign for a motel a few miles off the next exit. Thank goodness, she thought, eager to crawl into a nice warm bed and sleep.
Geez, this is creepy, Mindy thought as she turned onto the dark road that led to the motel. Tall trees lined the road on each side and Mindy felt a shiver travel up her spine. Spooky. The road felt like a bumpy country lane and no lights shone anywhere. She couldn’t even see the lights from the motel.
“Damnit!” Mindy cursed as her car sputtered and died. Try as she might, the car would not start; turning the key only resulted in a grinding noise from deep within the motor. Slamming her hand on the steering wheel in frustration, Mindy couldn’t believe her luck.
She reached into her purse for her cell phone and was dismayed to see it didn’t have a signal. Realizing her only two choices were to wait in the car and hope for rescue or to get out and try to walk to the motel for help, Mindy decided she would have to walk.
She had not seen one car since pulling off the highway, and she doubted one would come along any time soon. Besides, there was no way she was going to stay alone in the car on this creepy road. She had heard too many stories of lone women disappearing from desolate highways after having trouble, leaving no trace except for their deserted cars.
She got out of the car, looking around for any kind of marker that would help her describe the location of her car. Brief flashes of lightening lit up the sky, contributing to the sense of foreboding creeping along Mindy’s spine.
Oh, just great, go ahead and start pouring rain, it would be just my luck, she thought.
This was just going from bad to worse. Mindy started off along the road, wishing she had a flashlight to keep the deep shadows at bay that the trees cast along the road. In fact, that was the only thing besides the road and her car that she could see, lots and lots of trees with gnarled branches which seemed to reach out as if to grasp her in their wooden clutches.
Wanting to get to the warmth and light of the motel as quickly as possible, Mindy walked quickly and purposefully down the road. She was starting to get really creeped out and was thankful that it would probably only take her about half an hour to walk the remaining miles to the motel. She was in good shape and worked out regularly, so this short trek was like a walk in the park. Well, like a walk in a very dark and foreboding park.
As Mindy walked, she began to feel like she was being watched, like there was a presence in the woods with her. The hair on her neck stood on end, and goose bumps rippled along her skin. Her steps quickened, increasing her speed to a jog. The further she went, the more scared she became, her heart thudding in her chest.
Get a grip, she thought. The darkness and the fact that you are alone and surrounded by woods are getting to you. There’s nothing out there. You’ll be at the motel in no time and then everything will be okay. There will be lights and people and a nice warm bed.
Despite the reassurances to herself, Mindy continued to increase her speed until she ran swiftly along the road, occasionally looking behind her shoulder as if expecting to see something pursuing her. She screamed as she stumbled over a large rock and pitched forward, landing face first on the road. Certain she heard the snap of twigs, she jumped up and fled down the road.
Suddenly, the sensation of a presence felt so strong, it enveloped her, weighing her down and slowing her steps until she barely moved. Body trembling, she struggled to breathe as a dark heaviness settled upon her, squeezing her body like a vise.
Panic attack, was the last thought that ran through her mind as the blackness settled over her vision, and she slumped to the ground in a heap.
Mindy awoke some time later with the feeling something was very, very wrong. She no longer lay in the middle of the road but hung off the ground by her tightly bound wrists. Her heart almost stopped when she realized she was naked, her nipples hard in the cool night air.
Roughness bit into the back of her body, and she understood she hung from a tree. Leather cuffs joined together by a d-ring restrained her wrists, and the ring hung on a spike driven into the tree.
Oh my god, I’m in deep shit, Mindy thought as she looked wildly about. “Help! Someone help me!” she screamed, praying she was close enough to the motel for someone to hear her.
The heavy feeling returned, weighing upon Mindy’s body like a stone as a deep menacing voice spoke, “No one will hear you my sweet.”
Mindy frantically strained to see into the darkness, looking for the origin of the voice, but she saw nothing except menacing trees, dancing in the wind.
“I have been watching you, waiting for the moment when I could make you mine,” said the ominous voice.
Chills raced down Mindy’s spine. She did not want to think about what those words might mean. Rustling leaves caught her attention and she looked wildly about, trying to catch sight of her tormenter amidst the tree trunks as lightening flashed overhead.
“My dear sweet Mindy, so beautiful, so alluring, so sexy, you’ve always been mine, you know. For lifetimes now, I’ve reclaimed you, only to lose you to the curses of fate. This time will be different; this time I will bind you to me forever.”
A man, tall and broad-shouldered, appeared out of the trees in front of her; only as he got closer, Mindy realized her big mistake.
I’m in really deep shit, she thought as she saw it wasn’t a man at all. An icy cold shiver raced through her body as her brain tried to make sense of what her eyes saw.
Black scales covered his sinewy arms and legs, and his ears pointed towards the top of his bald, scaly head. His full, blood-red lips curved into a devious smile as he approached her, pointy teeth revealed behind them as his smile grew wider.
“Do not be afraid, sweet Mindy. I am not going to hurt you. I am only going to claim what is mine.”
Quaking with horror, Mindy looked at the creature, his ice-blue eyes standing out starkly from the rest of his ebony scaled body. Her eyes dropped, taking in the enormous erection sprouting from his abdomen. Her belly quivered in fear at the thought of what he would do with the monstrosity.
Scrabbling for purchase at the ground several inches below, she flinched away trying to draw back into herself when she felt his cold hand trace a line down her side. He moved closer and fear engulfed her as his hot breath warmed her neck. A sharp pain bit into her as he gently nipped her neck with his pointy teeth before sliding his forked tongue up her jaw and onto her face.
Tremors racked her body as his mouth closed over hers, the power of the kiss pushing her head forcefully against the tree. His tongue slithered inside her mouth, coiling around hers in an alien embrace.
His cold reptilian hands caressed her breasts and then pinched her nipples, sending involuntary sparks of hot pleasure through her. His forked tongue slithered down her body, first wrapping around one nipple and then the other before continuing down her belly until the creature knealt between her legs.
“Oh,” she gasped as she felt the coarse tongue lashing at her clit. Even though her mind was terror-stricken, her body responded to what the creature did. Pleasure rushed through her as his tongue expertly teased her clit from its hood; her thighs trembling as her arousal made itself known by the swelling of her sex.
Oh my god, she thought as the creature’s tongue expertly caressed her slit. How can I possibly be enjoying this so much?
Oh, but she did enjoy it. The creature’s tongue slithering about her sex felt like nothing she had ever experienced. Involuntary moans escaped her as pleasure swept through her body. Her hips strained towards his tongue, the intensity of her arousal threatening to overtake her.
Must fight, she thought, must not give in, must not.
Mindy knew she fought a losing battle, and she almost passed out from the pleasure of it as his tongue, so flexible and long, snaked around her clit. Her head thrashed about as the heat of her arousal spread through her body while her mind, which was still fighting for control, screamed, “No!No!No!”
Mindy tried to turn her head away as he moved up her body, his mouth capturing hers, the taste of her arousal strong on his tongue as it slithered inside to caress hers. His cold hands gripped her thighs and pulled her legs off the ground as his enormous cock rubbed against the entrance to her throbbing pussy.
“No, please, don’t!” Mindy begged as the creature’s cock pushed forward, seeking entrance into the soft, enveloping walls of her pussy.
“Always a protest before your body takes control and you begin to moan with pleasure. Always the same,” the creature whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
Her body quivered as he leaned down, his forked tongue flicking her nipples, and her back arched, as her body sought more of the pleasure his tongue wrought.
Mindy cried out as his enormous cock speared her tight pussy, stretching it wide around his thickness, and she vainly struggled against his hard body. Each forceful thrust sent waves of pleasure through her trembling body, and soon Mindy was lost to everything but mindless bliss as the creature had its wicked way with her.
Her will to fight drained away by the power of the arousal flowing through her body, Mindy wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, driving her hips down to meet each thrust, forcing his cock deeper into her hot depths. Her body filled with need as the creature fucked her against the tree, uncaring as her skin rubbed against the rough bark while he thrust vigorously into her.
A cold hand reached between their bodies and stroked her inflamed clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Mindy, her cries echoing through the trees.
“Yes, my sweet, come for me,” crooned the creature as Mindy’s moans grew louder.
Another flick of his tongue on her nipple sent Mindy crashing over the edge and her body shook from the force of her shattering orgasm. Blackness washed over her as the intensity of the orgasm short-circuited her body.
The creature let out a snarl and slammed his huge cock deep into her limp body, spurting his hot unearthly come like an erupting volcano deep into Mindy’s womb. Waves of come spewed over and over with each thrust as the creature filled Mindy with his seed.
After the eruption ceased, the creature quickly released Mindy from the tree and laid her down upon a bed of leaves, kissing her tenderly and carefully redressing her. He swiftly carried her back to the spot in the road and then left her.
“Soon, my sweet,” he whispered as he crept back into the woods. “I will return for you.”
***
Mindy shot upright and frantically looked around, the vestiges of a nightmare crashing about in her head.
“It’s okay, dear. You’re in a room in my motel. The mister found ya out in the middle of the road a couple of miles away from your stalled car. Seems ya tripped over a root and banged your head pretty hard on the ground. He brought ya back here, and we got ya in bed. The doctor came out and looked ya over and said that ya’d be fine come morning.”
Mindy saw a frail old lady, her lap covered in a quilt, rocking in a chair in the corner of the small, dingy room. The last thing she remembered was her car sputtering to a stop on the lonely road. The nightmare she had dreamed seemed so vivid, so lifelike. Boy, I had better stop watching so many horror movies, she thought.
“What’s your name, dear?” inquired the old woman, interrupting Mindy’s thoughts.
“Mindy. Where’s my car?”
“The mister got it fired up and brought it up here, so it’s sitting out there in the parking lot. Not sure what was wrong with it when it died on ya, but it seems to be running fine now.”
“Thank you. I appreciate all of your help, but I really need to get going. I am on my way to see my sister and her new baby.”
“You’re welcome dear. Ya can come out whenever you’re ready. The mister has your keys at the front desk. Don’t worry about the room. After your rough night, it’s on the house.”
Goosebumps sprouted on Mindy’s skin as the old lady mentioned a rough night. Mindy wasn’t sure what was going on, but a sudden spurt of fear had run through her body at the sound of those words. She jumped out of bed, creeped out and eager to get as far away from this forlorn place as possible.
As she jumped out of bed, she noticed that her pussy throbbed as if it had been used roughly and her nipples were tender as they rubbed her shirt. What in the hell is going on? she wondered.
Desperate to get away from the eerie hotel and the deepening sense of foreboding that seemed to ache in her very bones, Mindy rushed out her room to the front desk. Ignoring the puzzled look of the wrinkled little man behind the desk, she frantically grabbed her keys and rushed to her car.
Soon, she was on the road, a couple of hours away from seeing her new niece. She estimated that she would arrive at the hospital just as visitation hours began. By the time she reached her destination, the strange foreboding feeling that she had felt in the creepy motel room had disappeared, and she blamed it on the knock she had taken to the head.
***
Nine months later, Mindy lay in a hospital bed, waiting for the nurses to bring her new son and put him in her arms. The birth had been long and painful, and she had passed out as her new son had finally entered the world.
She had not gotten to see him yet. He had struggled a little to breathe and so before she had been revived from her swoon, they had taken him to the NICU to be checked out. Having pinked up fully after receiving a little oxygen and since all of his tests had come out fine; they were releasing him from the NICU and were bringing him to meet his mommy any minute.
Mindy still marveled at the fact that she had gotten pregnant the last night that she had slept with her now ex-boyfriend. They had used protection, but the condom must have failed because he was the only man that she had been intimate with for a time of several months. When he found out that she was pregnant, he hit the roof, claiming that it couldn’t be his and that she must have been sleeping around.
Mindy had not heard anything from him since the night he stormed out of the house, saying he could not keep living with such a whore. At first, Mindy was upset but soon came to realize that if he could not accept the baby, then he did not deserve to be in their lives.
The pregnancy had initially been a tremendous shock, but as the baby grew in her womb, Mindy could not shake the feeling that he was meant to be. As her tummy grew larger, she began to feel him moving about inside her, and he captured her heart as she eagerly anticipated his arrival.
“Here we are,” chirped a nurse as she walked into the room, pushing the isolate. She picked up the bundled infant and carried him over to the waiting arms of his mommy.
Mindy joyfully opened her arms, eager to meet the little guy that had bounced around in her tummy for the past nine months. She had lived for this moment since the first time she heard his strong heartbeat at the doctor’s office. Her wide smile suddenly vanished when the baby opened his eyes.
Ice-blue eyes, those of her nightmare, stared back at her and Mindy screamed - the words “Soon my sweet, I will return for you,” echoing in her head.

One of the benefits of writing stories for Literotica is the feedback one gets after its posting.
Not every e-mail is satisfying — in fact, some are downright insulting. I learned early on, however, I can just write from the heart, from experiences and with a little literary judgment. Of course it is great when you receive a complimentary note or constructive feedback.
In this regard there have been several wonderful people who’ve written feedback on my stories, people who I have had the opportunity to correspond with, discuss my work, and, over time, used their feedback in subsequent writing efforts.
Some of these folks have completed my fun, anonymous, little survey of what’s going on in their life. Still others have asked me to continue writing about my affair with a former boss, while others wanted me use my imagination to try new topics.
I have written about my affair because, if I have to admit, it’s easy writing about something which is etched in one’s memory bank. I don’t have to use the imagination to come up with unique settings, ways of playing around, and so forth, because I merely write about things which have happened over the last seven or eight years in real life.
Of course, there’s a little bit of literary license in each of the stories as I — or my wonderful friends who edit these things, Cynthia or Benedict (both think I’m so BAD for writing about my love life, but both never turn me down when I ask for their opinions, go figure).
One of my favorite e-mail friends, Carrie, is a soul mate of sorts because she has been there. Carrie, as I joke with her, Carried on with her former boss for more than three years, finding her way into sexy and sexually satisfying situations. She, like I, broke up with our bosses when it became evident the relationship wasn’t going anywhere and “he” wouldn’t be leaving his wife.
For those of you who’ve read my other stories, you know that I’ve since gotten into a good relationship with a guy, but that I’ve strayed back to rendezvous with my former boss on numerous occasions.
We will leave it to the psychologists to figure that out, but let’s just say I’m a big girl and I know what I am doing. In any event, Carrie and I were reminiscing recently, sharing a night on the instant messenger, when she we began trading stories about how hot the early part of our relationships with our boss lover’s were. The sneaking of precious moments out of the prying eyes of co-workers in the building, sneaking kisses at lunch after looking around to ensure we couldn’t be seen.
In this conversation we somehow got on to the topic of “close calls,” where our little tet a tet meetings were nearly revealed. Usually it was because we had been careless, but there were times when things just happen. Carrie is a nurse, and her boss was a doctor, and the two were caught making love about 1 a.m. when another nurse walked in on she and her lover in a hospital room they were borrowing for a tryst.
They were moving and shaking in the missionary position when Carrie noticed the door open and attempted to alert and push off the doctor. He was lost in the act and continued his thrusting for several seconds before being shocked himself.
Nothing bad came of the discovery and lovemaking observation, but she did think that everyone in the hospital knew about the affair, even if that wasn’t really the case.
“I just thought every time I caught someone looking at me they were saying to themselves, “There’s Carrie, she’s sleeping with Dr. Whoever.” Still, every time someone looked at her for even a moment she thought they knew she was a bad girl.
Laughing at her story, I told one of my own, and Carrie said it would be a great story to tell. So for Carrie, and you my readers, here it is.
After the seduction of K. Linford Little in his office, I couldn’t stop thinking about the man my senior. It was hard working right outside his office knowing that he was alone inside. But as any of you in this situation knows, any careless behavior will quickly be observed by someone, and that isn’t a good thing in an era of claims of sexual harassment, to say nothing about wives finding out about their philandering husbands.
Let me set the stage. Mr. Little had a corner office on the fourth floor of our building. It was a nice size, not a ballroom but with enough room to easily host a staff meeting of four or five people when necessary. There was a walnut desk with two matching chairs as well as a small table with three chairs.
Outside the office was my cubicle, and to the side a small reception area which contained a loveseat, arm chair and coffee table. Right down the hall, 15 feet away or so, was another administrative assistant who supported two managers in offices on either side of her.
Whenever one of us required a bathroom (or in her case, smoke) break, or needed to run some documents around the building, whatever, the other admin assistant would cover the telephones.
Mr. Little had been frisky on the day in question, hinting all morning that he’d like to have me satisfy a certain urge of his. I laughed and teased him. Once, after dropping his mail on his desk, I quickly ensured nobody was in view, moved to the side, bent over, and lifted my skirt to show him my snug bright red panties.
He buzzed in in a couple times and ask me to take dick-tation, but I merely laughed the request off and teased him some more. I didn’t think he was serious, heck, there were people in and out of the office all morning and such an act, even behind closed doors, would have possibly raised questions.
Before the seduction I would sit in his office, taking notes, whatever, and sometimes it would be with the door closed and never thought anything about it. One I blew him that first time things changed. Now I was a little self-conscious whenever I was behind closed doors with him, because of course I didn’t want someone to find out about our affair.
Mr. Little and I would reserve our “persona;” time together during lunch hours and after work, although we’d sometimes both arrive very early for work and start the day with a (sly wink) bang or stay late and have fun together. I loved our oral quickies, and enjoyed satisfying the man I had grown to love. Once, though, several months into our relationship and before we knew that it was imperative to continuously be careful, we threw a little caution to the wind.
When he begged for me to Do Him for lunch I teased some more but finally agreed, and you would have thought he’d hit the lottery! In any event, noon came and I mentioned to my co-worker that I’d be getting lunch a bit early, and to forward our phones to the receptionist at the front of the floor when she went on her lunch break.
That was not unusual because she always took her lunch about 12:30 while I was less flexible as my boss had meetings which negated the opportunity to me to take a specific lunch time.
I went to a local deli and picked up my order for a couple sandwiches, one soda and one cran-apple juice, and some chips, then headed back to the office at 12:40. Coast clear I entered my boss’ office, closed the door, put down the food and rushed over toward him and planted a long, wet kiss on his loveable lips.
Our embrace lasted several minutes, and I have to admit my mind had wandered from work and taking care toward raw sex. I wanted to consume the man, satisfy him like no other had ever done. I wanted to do the things his wife wouldn’t. Take some control over his mind and body.
When he asked me to go down on him, I shyly said I didn’t do that kind of thing, knowing full well that I had sucked his cock dozens of times in the past. But I was playing a part, a lead role in our little one act play. He asked again, leading me over to his hard walnut desk. He sat in his large executive chair and began unzipping his trousers.
“Please, Constance, Please?” he groveled as his manly knob sprang into view. And it was a nice dick, firm and demanding, it began to throb and I had yet to do anything but observe it being revealed from his pants.
I smiled and dropped to my knees in front of the horny man, taking the fall I had become very good at. I stroked his dick and cooed at him as his manhood lengthened to a rock-hard muscle. Reaching inside his underwear,
I played with his balls, slipping the sacks out into the open along with his erect spike. Soon my blowing on the cock, kissing it, and then licking it brought the man to full attention, and his moans were quick and littered with jumbled words like “suck, do me, oh yes and suck my dick.” I don’t think you have to be a poet in that situation, only know what you want. Mr. Little clearly knew his desire, he wanted me to suck his dick.
I liked that idea, and soon lowered my head onto his flesh tightened knob, complying with his urgent request. My boss sounded as if he was having a heart attack, wheezing a bit at my mouth magic, but I knew it was merely sighs of joy.
I slowly sucked his cock into my mouth, lowering my head as my lips encircled and tightened on the pole. I took about four inches into my wet and willing mouth, then reversed the action, holding the dick tightly within my lips as my head traveled back whence it came. I repeated this action several times over the next minute as I could tell Mr. Little was thoroughly enjoying the attention.
He slowly took control and began rocking in his seat as his manhood worked its way into my oral cavity. He has a thick cock, and my mouth was filled and had to strain just a bit as I blew him. My knees hurt a little on the hard floor, but the feeling of his throbbing cock in my mouth more than overcame any discomfort.
My head bobbed up and down the cock, although from time to time I would remove my mouth and just stroke the cock while looking up and the man. Soon he’d push my head back down onto his cock, and I willingly began sucking in earnest.
“Hurry, honey, we don’t have much time,” came the command from above, and I began moving my head quicker and my hand faster on his meaty, throbbing dick. I stroked his knob in time with my head bobbing. Every so often I would remove my mouth from his cock, taking a break so to speak, but licked around the mushroom knob at the top.
Mr. Little loved that action, as I verified when I looked up into his eyes. I loved that part, as it was sort of a scene from a porno movie where the starlet licks a man’s cock while looking into his eyes.
“You are such a great cocksucker, Constance….oh, I love it.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and quickly Mr. Little pushed me out of sight under his desk. I heard him fumble with his dictation machine as the door opened.
“Uh, I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Little, but Constance wasn’t at her desk and Mr. Robertson told me he needed you to review this contract ASAP,” said my co-worker from down the hall as my boss leaned forward in his seat.
The two spoke for a bit, my hand on his cock the entire time, before she left the office. “Do you want me to close the door?” she asked. My boss replied yes, he had to make a quick confidential call, and the coast was clear.
“Constance,” he sternly said, “you didn’t lock the door!”
I sputtered something about forgetting, but that a locked door would have raised suspicion anyway. The man was shaking, and I attempted to calm him down as he mumbled something about getting presentable. He was ticked, startled and afraid, but I quickly figured out a way to save the situation. “Let me finish you off,” I cooed.
Funny thing, but without any resistance, the man agreed.
“Just hurry!” he commanded. “Do it!”
His command was my wish. It was tight quarters under that desk, but I surmised, correctly I later found out, that he was concerned we would be interrupted once again in the act of making love. I stroked his dick back to its full, firm length, all the while telling him it was okay and that I loved his hard rock of a cock.
From this vantage point I no longer could look up at him, the top of the desk now blocked my view. So I concentrated on the task in front of me, first licking the cock from top to bottom, stem and stern, then ovaling my mouth to slowly slip the tip of the manhood into my willing mouth. I sucked the top of his dick for several seconds, slowly stroking the base of the cock, before I felt the man maneuver his hand under the desk and fondle the side of my head. He pushed down, guiding his cock into his mouth.
It was a bit uncomfortable, and soon he removed his hand to give me more room. I lowered my head onto his cock as far as it would comfortably go — I have never been able to be a deep throat fellatrix, but I could easily take more than four-and-a-half inches into my mouth. I would let him rock into my mouth for a while, then slow him down as I would take his cock as far as it would go.
While I couldn’t cram it all into my mouth, I did get it far enough in where I could feel the ends of his cock hair tickling my nose.
I knew I must have looked like a wanton slut, except for the fact that from his angle he could only observe the top of my head, so to help things along I sort of shook my head a little from side to side as I sucked his dick up and down into my wet mouth. All the while I would sort of moa