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Ayerwen -- Part 1 by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
Wen was on the prowl again. Lately it seemed as if she couldn't keep a bonded for more than a handful of years, where once - long, long ago - it had been twenty years or more before a bonded became useless to her. There had to be a reason, but whether in her or her victims, she didn't know.
Ayerwen ban Therion had been around for a long time. Close to three thousand years so far. She was ... special. Her long life didn't show either, mainly due to her unique diet - men. Or rather, maleness. After a brief period during which she bonded her victims to her, she would gradually drain the masculinity from her victim before discarding him. The discarded bonded usually didn't last long - after a little more than a year under Wen's influence, a dual symbiosis was set up and though Wen could cast off that relationship by finding another victim to bond, the castoff bonded had a much harder time of it and usually died within a few days.
Wen liked her victims to fall within a very narrow set of parameters: young (17-20); blond; between 5'10" and perhaps 6'1" tall, though she could more easily settle for a shorter or taller bonded than a brunette one, for instance; and she much preferred a runner's or swimmer's body type - thin, sleek, angular. There were other considerations aside from looks as well - she had to be sure that the young man could be made to vanish without much comment, for the world wouldn't see her victim again once Wen got hold of him.
And so Wen was hunting. Her latest 'surfer-boy' was quite used up, and of no more use to her. She needed another young hunk to feed off of, to use up and discard. She hoped she could find one that would last for a reasonable amount of time - disappearances, even of strangers, were no longer as easily dismissed as they once were.
She decided to use the local military base as her hunting ground this time. It was June, just a week after the end of high school, and the new summer recruits had just arrived. They were a special lot - either so eager to join, or with nothing better to do, than spend their summer in boot camp.
Wen figured she could find among the recruits some good looking but shy virgin, and wanted to get to him before military training took away his naivete. She had to work fast too, for the base would be closed to the public after the weekend.
It was easy to be inconspicuous among the families delivering their young men and women into the hands of the military. And, it was easy to size up the marks as they did their best to revel in their last few days of 'freedom' for the next four years. And Wen was almost drooling - the crop was mighty fine! So many young hunks, many still possessing that look, that air of innocence, of inexperience at life, that she was looking for.
Once she saw him - tall, white-blond, with a thin, sharp face and sapphire eyes - she knew who her next victim would be.
-*-
Bobby didn't really want to be here. Boot Camp was particularly unappealing to a person who liked his privacy and individuality, although he had already had experience in doing without the latter, at least in some measure, because he had a twin. But he had little choice - his grades hadn't been good enough to get him a scholarship for college, so he was resigned to earning his way to an education the hard way - in the military.
As he sat on the steps of the barracks which would be his home, along with 19 other guys, for the next six weeks, he noticed the young woman eying him. It made him very uncomfortable at first - she was looking at him very intently, almost ... hungrily! She was quite good looking, though, and that made his body respond almost unconsciously, causing his cock to swell in his jeans. As he shifted slightly, trying to make room in his tight denim for the expanding appendage, he became even more uncomfortable, sure that the woman knew exactly what he was doing and why. Knowing she must think him very rude, he blushed and turned away.
Still ... He peeked at the beauty without seeming to (or so he hoped). She was tall and thin, though nicely curved out at chest and hip, with a nicely narrow waist. Her face was almost as angular as his own, while remaining most feminine and very beautiful. She had violet eyes, and raven-black hair, long fingers and shapely legs. His cock, at full erection, throbbed, and he could feel his blush rise again - he had very little experience with sex and such physical beauty aroused strange feelings in him.
He was even more disconcerted when the beauty walked over to him and said in a silky, sultry voice, "Hi, handsome. What's your name?"
Bobby looked up past black, patterned stockings, up past black pleated skirt, up past pale blue sweater hugging those breasts over a pale pink blouse, up into those deep violet eyes. He said, "Uh, B-Bobby Herun, ma'am."
She smiled dazzlingly and said, "My name is Wendy Therion, but you can call me Wen, Bobby. Pleased to meet you." She held out her hand and Bobby took it, wishing he knew a more suave way to take her hand - just shaking the fine- boned hand didn't seem to be proper enough.
He hesitantly rose to his feet (actually, he was embarrassed to be looking up past those breasts). It turned out to be harder to stare directly into Wen's eyes without the distraction of her fine bosom. He felt himself falling into her eyes: deep, violet pools of mastery and control. When she spoke, he responded without volition, speaking words that he didn't even know.
"Well, Bobby, I was wondering," said Wen, "are you doing anything this weekend? I know you will be off limits on Monday so, well, this weekend is it, eh?"
"I have no plans for this weekend - yet," mouthed Bobby. Anyone listening might have noticed that the phrasing and style wasn't exactly Bobby's - if they had been listening (whcih no one was) and if they had known Bobby well enough (which no one did). He continued, "Unless, that is, you had some ideas ..."
"Do you need permission to leave the base, soldier-boy?" asked Wen, knowing the answer in advance.
"Not 'till Monday, beautiful."
"Then get your toothbrush and come with me." And he did.
Bobby was allowed to think again when they were in Wen's 'Vette. He had no idea how he had worked up the nerve to accept the dark-haired beauty's offer, but, as he sat in the bucket seat of the low-slung car with his overnight case on his lap, he was damn glad he had. He turned to look at Wen driving, and took in her beauty, and his cock refused to lie quiet. He adjusted it into comfort again beneath the cover of the case on his lap, and hoped that Wen didn't mind virgins.
They drove along the three mile driveway that led into Wen's estate situated in the 'wilderness' surrounding the Base - very private and very elegant - and pulled into a garage that was large enough to be an apartment complex. As they walked from the garage across more lawn than Bobby's whole home block had possessed, and into a foyer that was larger than his parents' living room, he wondered what it would be like to live alone amid such luxury.
Wen led him through amazing hallways and rooms and finally settled into a couch in what she called the 'entertainment room', which was lined with video and stereo equipment, and possessed a bar and other party fixtures. They engaged in a bit of small talk that made Bobby nervous - he wasn't used to social situations and the fact of Wen's beauty against the fact of his own non-experience only made it harder and harder to 'chat'. His overnight bad seemed to stare at him, accusing him of false (if only implied) promises.
Finally, he couldn't stand it. He said, "W-Wen, um, I ... I'm really nervous about all this. I ... I mean, I ... I've never, um, done this before ..."
Wen laughed and said, "Good! Good. I love to teach, Bobby. Come, follow me. It's lesson time!"
He nervously followed Wen to her bedroom. It was large but contained only a bed - and what a bed! It was 10 feet across and round, with a black velvet coverlet over black satin sheets. Hanging from the ceiling were blue gauze curtains surrounding the bed, and Bobby could see a mirror directly above it. There was a single light fixture on each of the four walls, and each fixture had four bulbs - one each of white, blue, red, and 'black' (or ultraviolet). Wen flicked a red switch on a panel by the door and the red bulbs lit up, casting a soft red glow across the room.
Wen turned to Bobby and said, "You really have no idea what to do now?"
Bobby bristled a bit and said, "I have read books and seen movies. I'm not ignorant, just ... just a, well, a virgin." By the end, all his bluster was gone and he was staring intently at his sneakers.
"Calm down, lover-boy, I didn't mean anything by it. Now, since I have more experience at this than you - both watchin' and doin' - just let me guide you. First, I'd like to see you naked. Please?"
It took a while, and a lot of encouraging words from Wen - and eventually a little hands-on help as well - but finally Bobby stood naked in Wen's bedroom.
-*-
Wen looked at Bobby naked and was pleased. He was ideal! Young, swimmer-slim, with muscles that weren't bulgingly obvious but rather hinted at or suggested by the flat planes of his chest and stomach, and the sleekness of his arms and legs. And or course, his hips - narrow, hard, with tiny asscheeks like grapefruits. He had a white fluff of pubic hair around the root of an amazingly long and thin cock. Perfect!
-*-
At first, Bobby was nervous as Wen stared at his nakedness, strolling around him to see all sides. His cock was solidly erect and sticking straight up, almost flat against his stomach and reaching up past his concave navel. That made him more nervous until he realized that if he was still limp in this very sexual situation, he would be in serious trouble from some quarter.
Wen ceased her scrutiny and stepped up to him, very close, and looked into his eyes. She put her hands on his chest, palms centered over his nipples, and as she pressed he shivered slightly at the odd feeling that produced. Then she slid her hands across his chest and into his armpits, tickling him into shivering again by running her fingers through his underarm hair.
She bent slightly and tilted her head enough that their mouths could meet. When Bobby felt Wen's tongue push his mouth open and enter, he shivered again. They kissed for a long time, Wen almost holding him up with her hands in his 'pits, as he finally learned why french-kissing was such a big thing.
When their mouths parted, Bobby gasped and sagged even more. He felt strange - his cock was throbbing, his nipples tingling, his whole body shuddering with the full, true to life, its happening to me, version of those little thrills he had felt at the X-rated movies both times he had managed to work himself up into entering the theater.
Wen said, "Feeling okay, lover boy?" as she smiled knowingly at him.
"O-oh yes, Wen. Just ... perfect!"
"Good. Now, why don't you take a seat on the edge of my bed while I get naked too."
Bobby fairly scrambled out of Wen's arms and onto the bed, eager to see his first in-person naked woman.
Wen put on a show, moving as if to unheard music, removing her garments one by one and slowly! By the time she was down to her lingerie, Bobby was all but drooling, and his cockhead was rather wet and glistening. Wen's undergarments consisted of a black lace half-bra which revealed her nicely large bosom and rose-red nipples, black and red satin panties over a black and red garter belt holding up those black stockings.
And, she didn't stop there. After pausing and posing while Bobby panted at the picture she presented so scantily clad, she continued her strip tease. First, off came the bra, fully revealing the round, creamy breasts. Then, she snapped open the garter tabs and extricated the straps from under the panties. Then she rolled each stocking down to her feet and after unhooking the garter belt she threw all three items into a corner. And last of all, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and wiggled sensuously out of them - leaving herself as naked as Bobby.
He just stared. She was beautiful - very beautiful - but he found her pussy unique. She had a very small bush - actually, it was only an inch wide strip of short black fur centered over and hiding the slit of her womanhood. He had never seen anything like it before (and no matter how limited his physical and motion picture experience was, he had a collection of dirty magazines at home to rival any dirty old man's).
She slinked over to him and just stood there looking down at him. He was facing her navel, and in good line of sight to that barely-covered cunt, now showing just a hint of pink between the black fur from her wide-legged stance. His hand had already strayed to his cock, and now it began to pump as he took deep breaths of her musky, feminine scent.
Wen said, "Whoa, now, lover boy. None of that, at least not by you." She went to her knees and removed his hand from his oozing cock, replacing it with her own. She said, "I think that this fine tool needs some relief: don't worry, you have plenty of scum for more orgasms and this'll just take the edge off of your need, not stunt it altogether. Trust me, lover boy. It'll be good, and it won't stop you from any of the other fun of this evening."
With that, Wen proceeded to jerk Bobby off thoroughly and excitingly. She mostly used his own natural (and copious) lubrication, but she also occasionally took a like of his tube steak. Bobby let the excitement build, trusting Wen's knowledge, and he was soon tensing, and then exploding in orgasm.
Wen directed most of the load of cum into her mouth and licked up the residue without ever closing her mouth around the cock.
When the mess was cleaned up, Bobby found himself still quite erect, the not quite so worked up. Wen said, "See, lover boy? I was right. There's plenty of action left in your fine cock.
"Now, I think you should really explore me, find out exactly what girls are made of. So, if you'll scoot aside a bit, I'll lay next to you and give you the reins."
Wen stretched languorously on her back next to Bobby, reaching her arms above her head and pointing her toes in an effort to reach her full length. Then, she relaxed and turned to look at Bobby, who had just been staring at the sight of Wen's lithe body.
She giggled and said, "Lover boy, its going to take a long time to get either of us off that way. Come on, use your hands! Touch, explore, get to know me. I won't bite ..."
Bobby grinned back, his near awe set aside for the moment. He reached out tentatively even so, contacting her left breast first, sending a tingle of excitement up his arm and down to his groin. Then, when she indeed didn't bite, he grew bold enough to comply with her wishes - he put both hands on her breasts and began to explore.
Wen felt as beautiful as she looked. Her breasts were taut but soft, with diamond-hard points tipping each. He especially liked the way Wen shuddered when he flicked at her nipples.
He ran his hands over both breasts very thoroughly and then began to go lower. His hands caressed the base of her ribs - silky smooth skin just barely covering the bones. Then her stomach, slightly concave normally, now positively hollow due to gravity and her position. Bobby traced her abdomen lightly and laughed to discover that Wen was slightly ticklish.
His hands went to her hips, bypassing the nearly taboo and eagerly anticipated area of her groin, and continued down her smooth legs. He felt her muscles tense as he touches sensitive parts of her legs, and they seemed quite powerful. He massaged her feet lightly, then ran his hands back up the sides of her body to her armpits, finding another ticklish spot. He continued up to her hands and then back to her face where he first traced the outlines of her features, and then leaned over and retraced them with his tongue. After kissing her for a good long time, he moved his mouth to her breasts and gave them a good licking, spending a long time nursing at each nipple, making Wen's hips begin to squirm.
Eventually, Bobby left Wen's breasts, licking down their undersides, across her ribs, and into the concavity of her stomach and the silky skin there. His tongue and mouth began to tingle in anticipation of his ultimate destination as he paused at her navel and practiced, thrusting his tongue hard in and out of her deep belly button. He spent a bit longer there than he really wanted to, but he was more than a little nervous about actually putting his mouth on Wen's cunt.
Oh, he had read all about cunnilingus, and had seen scenes of it in those movies, not to mention numerous pictures. But, he wasn't quite sure just what it would be like. Some of the stories he had read indicated that it was easy and fun, while others said that the smell was devastating and the taste worse, and yet others portrayed a mixture of the two. Finally, he decided he'd just have to find out for himself and he slurped his tongue back into his mouth and continued to lip his way 'south'.
He stopped when he felt the relative roughness of her tiny, sculptured bush on his chin. He scooted down until he was kneeling between Wen's parted legs, with her still hidden cunt at eye level. He hesitantly touched the black fur there with one finger, and was amazed at how soft it really was. He began to stroke it as if it was a cat, and Wen began to purr (almost), and wiggle her hips as Bobby petted her pussy.
As Wen wriggled, she opened her legs wider and wider so that eventually as Bobby petted, he encountered wet, pink skin instead of silky fur-like hair.
He stopped his stroking and looked at his hand, its middle finger nestled between parted cunt-lips. He raised the hand to his nose and caught the delicious odor of the pearly liquid clinging to his hand. Then, automatically, he licked at his hand and tasted his first sample of cunt juice. It was wonderful! He cleaned off his hand avidly, then fairly dove into Wen's pussy, eager to get at more of the tasty juice.
First, he just licked up and down in broad swipes, touching all the inner parts of her cunt - the folds, the entrance to her vagina, her hidden clit - equally and lightly. Then, in response to his own curiosity, he began to concentrate on her vagina.
It seemed to be very tight (to his inexperienced senses), and it had very strong muscles. He would probe his tongue all the way into her, and Wen would squeeze her walls around him a few times before he withdrew it. Apart from the excitement of his position, and the thought of where his tongue was, he really liked the juices his probing generated, and he could have continued like that all night. But Wen, who know far more about it all, decided that he needed to learn it all.
So she said, "Bobby, honey, I can tell you are enjoying yourself, and I'm not doing so bad either. But, have you ever heard of a clitoris, lover boy? I'd really like it if you'd find mine and play with it a bit."
Bobby lifted his head, which was half coated in girl-juice, and nodded. Then he used his tongue to find her hard and now protruding clit and to flick at it rapidly, as he had read somewhere was pleasurable. Wen almost immediately went crazy, bucking her hips like mad, forcing Bobby to pin her down by her hips so he could continue to play.
Eventually, he went back to her love-tunnel and then began to divide his attention between the two areas. He had enough energy to substitute for skill, and Wen orgasmed again and again and again.
At last, Wen spoke again. "Lover boy, you have an amazing tongue, but I need something different down there now. Time to get that rock hard cock of yours all wet. Come on up here, lover boy."
Bobby was almost reluctant to leave his feasting site, but with a half-playful grip on his ears, Wen managed to drag his mouth away from her fountain. The trance broken, Bobby realized what Wen was asking for next, and scrambled to his knees between her thighs.
Wen said, "Wait," and produced a pillow which she shoved under her ass to elevate her hips. Bobby's cock was throbbing, but not aching - he would have the stamina to last once he was inside her.
He knew what to do next without much prompting (from those two movies, and from the pictures in the magazines). He put his left hand on the bed next to Wen's chest, and used the other to rub his thin cock up and down her exposed slit until, with a little additional pressure on one slide, the head of his cock managed to push a fraction into the closed-tight entrance to her vagina.
As soon as he was thus 'aimed', he took up the classic 'push-ups' stance of the missionary position and began to press down and forward with his hips against the muscles in Wen's groin.
It wasn't easy - not nearly as easy as it had seemed on the silver screen. If he had had anything to compare it to, he might have likened the sensation to that of buggering a young, virgin asshole - but he didn't know that. He did know that he had a very thin, if rather long, cock and he wondered, after he was about two inches in and still struggling, how anyone of a more normal, or even more than normal, width could possibly get into the beauty beneath him. She was far too skilled to be anything near a virgin, though, so someone must have managed it.
Bobby found his struggle to penetrate as stimulating as the act itself. He had always, mostly subconsciously, worried about his cock size - whether he could fuck someone and feel it. But he no longer had to worry, at least with Wen. The forced entrance wasn't painful: Wen was well lubricated and the walls of her cunt pressed delightfully against the portion of his cock that was inside of her. She was moaning and tossing her head, so she wasn't in any pain, either.
Bobby pushed and pushed, and finally began to kiss at Wen's mouth as he pushed. Her mouth opened and she trapped his tongue lightly between her teeth, forcing him to work his tongue as delightfully hard as his cock.
And, after longer than he had even expected his first fuck to take, Bobby felt his white pubes touch Wen's black ones, and he was all the way in. He was no longer a virgin!
Then, Wen relaxed her muscles and Bobby's cock was no longer in a vise. She was still tight, but as he raised his hips until only his cockhead was still in her, it was far, far easier and no less pleasurable, to move within her.
Bobby's hips went on automatic, rhythmically pumping in and out, as he received instructions on what to do while fucking (besides fuck). He kissed (of course) and licked Wen from her chest up, all over her face and arms and armpits, and other weird but exciting areas. He massaged too, reaching from the junction of their bodies to Wen's glossy hair. And, his intentness on his lessons enabled him to 'forget' about his cock, and postponed his orgasm quite nicely.
In fact, Wen had to finally remind him that it would be nice if they could finish sometime soon, so they could go on to other things. Almost embarrassed, Bobby concentrated on his cock, its motion in and out of Wen's delectable body, the friction, the feelings - and he finally convulsed and spasmed his pent up load of cum deep into Wen's body, making his count 2 orgasms to Wen's 15 (more or less - he had stopped counting a while ago).
Finished and drained (in more than one way), Bobby collapsed first onto Wen, and then realizing that he might be making her uncomfortable, he tiredly rolled off of her. He felt good if tired: his first fuck had been all anyone could ask for.
It was Saturday, almost 24 hours after the end of Bobby's first fuck. He and Wen had spent the previous day getting to know one another and they had fucked seven more times. Bobby now stood, knees against the bed, and wondered whether he could make his cock stand up one more time. Of course, he had though that the last two times, but it got harder to believe each time Wen enticed his long, thin, and now a little sore, cock into its most pleasurable state. She was truly a master of the art of sex.
She knelt in front of him, looking none at all the worse for the wear. She looked up at him with her violet eyes and made him shiver yet again with the intensity of that gaze. Then she looked at his white framed cock, and reached out a long fingered hand and lightly touched the junction of thing and groin. Another shiver ran through him and - wonder of wonders - his cock began to rise.
She extended her tongue and began laving his cock with it, licking it with long, broad strokes up and down its growing length. Soon it was at full erection, strainingly so. Wen pulled back and looked at it lovingly, then pulled it down so that it was pointing away from his body and put it into her mouth - the first time she had ever done so until now.
Bobby couldn't believe what the inside of Wen's mouth felt like! It was great! Almost better than her cunt. All the pain vanished from his overused prick as soon as Wen's lips closed about the base of his cock. It was almost like magic ...
Bobby tried to place his hands on Wen's head, but he found himself paralyzed somehow. And, after a bob or two more, Wen's head stopped moving with her nose in his pubes and ... something seemed to fold out of the roof of her mouth (or so it felt) and press into his cock. He felt a stab of pain right in the center of the shaft. Then, there was a drawing sensation that seemed to strain at the roots of his balls, and he screamed in agony!
-*-
It had been easy for Wen to postpone the actual capture of her prey for two reasons: first, he was having so much fun, he obviously had no intentions of leaving; and second, she was having quite a lot of fun herself. But, having long since decided that Bobby would do, Wen needed to bind him eventually so she could begin to feed again. So, Saturday night, she gave him his first taste (no pun intended) of oral sex.
To her race, oral sex was for one purpose only - feeding. For that reason, their mouths, under the proper circumstances, were very anesthetic. Once the male (Wen's race fed only on males) organ was within the mouth, the feeding assembly descended from the roof of the mouth. This consisted of a plate to hold the organ steady against the tongue, and a 'fang' that pierced the shaft and extruded filaments into the cock that drew essence of maleness that they fed upon from the body of their victim. It only hurt the first time - thereafter it became necessary for the victim to feel the drawing at least once a week. And after a year (more or less), the drawing became physically necessary, not just mentally.
Wen drew her first meal from Bobby with relish. From the first, she could tell that Bobby would last - his 'essence' was strong, even after so many hours of fucking. She could sense the reserves he had, and though she couldn't accurately judge the length of his service to her, she remembered the same feel from long ago, when her men lasted decades.
'Here's to a long and happy relationship, lover boy,' Wen thought as she drew her fill from Bobby's body and his screams turned into pants of pleasure. She stopped drawing when she felt her mouth fill with his cum - that, too, hadn't happened in a very long time, and was surely a good sign.
-
Lyn became immediately concerned about her brother when she tried to call him his first day at Boot Camp and found that he was AWOL even before the six weeks had begun. But, it wasn't until four months later that she could interest anyone in looking into the matter.
After the PI was hired, nothing happened for so long that Lyn was able to forget about it - almost. Bobby was still missing: she never fully forgot that. But she was able to get through her first year of college with a 4.0 GPA (after some heavy duty catch up in her first semester). Her personal life had picked up too - she met and fell in love with a freshman named Roger. They spent much of their non-school time together and were seriously considering marriage on their graduation.
Roger was a full year and a half younger than Lyn due to an oddly placed birthday combined with skipping seventh grade altogether. But, for being 16 1/2, he was very grown up, more so than some of the 'adult' 18 year olds Lyn met on campus. He was very good looking - he was a runner, and so had a very sleek body, sandy brown hair, very blue eyes, a Roman nose over thin lips and a brief moustache. Even if he hadn't been bright, witty, and personable, he would have been quite welcome in Lyn's bed (if not necessarily the rest of her life) because being very sexy - a true hunk - he had a cock on him that wouldn't stop.
Lyn was rather more experienced than her brother at life in general, and at sex in specific. Though they were identical twins, and thus equally handsome/pretty, their smarts and sexuality hadn't been so evenly divided between them, with Bobby receiving the short end of the stick on both counts. Ever since her breasts had started budding and the first few white hairs had appeared above her little pink slit, Lyn had been exploring that silly little thing called 'sex'. And by college, she knew her way around a bed - and even how to use everyday kitchen objects to make it even more fun.
Though Lyn and Bobby were 'identical' twins, produced when an extra-X egg split imperfectly, by the time Bobby left for Boot Camp there were natural differences between them. Though they still bore an uncanny facial resemblance, Lyn's 38D chest, 28" waist, and 36" hips made it more than easy to tell the twins apart.
In June, almost exactly a year after Bobby's disappearance, the PI finally managed to track down some leads on Lyn's brother, using glimpses caught by passersby and lots of detection and deduction.
Lyn and Roger took a plane to meet the PI. They all met in a Sheraton hotel room where the PI said, "Ms Herun, Mr North, the subject, Mr Robert Herun, seems to be with one Mrs Wendy Therion as far as I can tell. He was seen leaving the Base in a Corvette tentatively identified as belonging to her, and neither have been seen since.
"Also, there seems to be some mystery surrounding Mrs Therion - other disappearances, strange goings on at her estate, nothing provable of course. These are the directions to her estate. Want me to come along?"
"No, I don't think so. Thank you, Mr Price. You've done a fine job." Lyn made the final payment to him and said good bye. Then, unpacking their 'special equipment', they got in the rental care and followed the directions.
-
One Year. Three hundred and sixty five days in service to Mistress Wen and every day absolute ecstasy.
Bobby was in absolute soul-love with Wen. Of course, he had to be. He was bonded to her through the magic of her race, and growing more so every day. Soon the bond would be unbreakable. It had already had some irreversible side effects, interesting ones, too.
As a by-product of what he was feeding his mistress, Bobby had become even more like his twin: Bobby now had breasts, a slim waist, round hips and full buttocks - in short, Bobby was now a she-male.
-*-
Wen was truly pleased. Despite the fact that the change had come inordinately rapidly to her latest victim, Bobby was still as potent as the first day of service with no signs at all of slacking off. She was sure that he would last at least 20 years if she was careful. And he was so pretty now!
-*-
Bobby knew about what had happened to his body - and he liked it! He had always envied his sister the attention she got and now he knew he could get the same kind if he was free of Wen - but of course, he didn't want to leave Wen, ever.
His breasts were 38D, his waist a slim 26", and his hips a flaring 36". His skin was soft and silky but there was still a layer of muscle under the extra layer of smoothing fat. His hair was long now, and kept constantly in a feminine style, and he kept his finger and toe nails shaped and painted. And, most surprisingly: though his cock still functioned (well and often), he had no balls.
Wen had explained it all to him. She was feeding off of his masculinity, and what he now looked like was a by-product of that. She also explained that she was of a long lived race and that he would have an extended life too - in fact, he wouldn't age at all from now until his male essence ran out.
Looking so beautiful and feeling so feminine had changed Bobby. His former shyness was gone, replaced by a confirmed sexuality combined with a new confidence in him ... herself. Also, there was now a huge streak of submissiveness in her now, but that was due mostly to Wen's hold over her.
Barbara - what Wen called Bobby now - had acquired what was almost a fetish for lingerie: not women's clothes per se, because he was never required to be fully dressed; but the soft, frilly, sexy underclothes of females. Barbara had come to view herself as a woman - one with a very special extra, namely her cock. She had fallen very naturally into a feminine sort of role as her body changed - almost as if it was her natural state. She had learned sex in all its variations very rapidly and now, a year later, felt perfectly natural and perfectly happy just as she was.
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It was strange, but now that she knew where her brother was, Lyn began getting the sense that something was very wrong with him. She and her brother had, at times, been able to communicate with each other mentally, though not over great distances. They had also been able to sense things about each other, and this worked over somewhat longer distances - she remembered the time that Bobby had broken his leg on a rafting trip, and what it had felt like to her. She also remembered, with a hint of embarrassment, the questions Bobby had asked of her when she returned from a trip with friends on which she had lost her virginity concerning the feelings he had received from her during it. She felt fortunate that her subsequent sexual activity hadn't been so obvious to her brother - she wasn't sure she could handle a constant voyeur (no matter how stimulating the concept was at odd moments). Of course, there was another reason she was glad her brother wasn't sharing her sexual feelings, and that had to do with the attraction she had always felt toward him. For the life of her she couldn't see why it was wrong, but she kept her desires hidden from him, afraid of what people would say.
She hadn't been able to 'find' Bobby with her twin-sense - she knew he wasn't dead as some speculated, but she couldn't tell anything more. Until the moment the PI had called saying that he knew where Bobby was. Even before she knew anything about the Therion estate, and the mysterious Wendy, she began to feel that her brother was deep into something that was more than slightly strange. He was in danger, but from something that didn't even seem natural, and in a way that wasn't natural either. Premonitions came to her, and dreams, and visions almost - warnings about how to prepare for her coming encounter. She had no idea exactly why she had packed exactly what she had, only that those warning entities had instructed her to do so.
Thus cryptically armed, Lyn and Roger drove to the Therion estate near midnight. Parking outside the gates, they walked as silently as possible to the very lovely house set very far back from the road. They saw a light in one window, and peeked in cautiously.
They saw two people stretched out on what seemed to be a padded floor in a fairly large room. One was on her back - dark haired with a nice figure - being eaten out by another young woman with white blond hair, wearing a half-bra, garter belt and stockings, and tiny panties, all in black trimmed with red. It wasn't until the blond lifted her head that Lyn and Roger both gasped - she looked just like Lyn, and so had to be Bobby!
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As the two slipped away from the window undetected, Barbara said, "Will I be able to do that someday, Mistress?" She was referring to the fact that Wen's cunt was now bald, having never been touched by a razor.
"No, lover-mine. That power is not one you can acquire. But, a razor works just as well, if you want to become totally hairless down there."
"It sounds like fun, mistress, but it would take to long to grow back once you got tired of that look, whereas you are able to grow your fur back in just a day, right?" Wen nodded. "But, as always, mistress, if you wish ..."
"Well, dearest, that nice white bush of yours is too exciting to chance the effect of losing it. Now, get back to work: I want three more orgasms before I go to work on you and suck my supper out of you."
Barbara leaned back into the juncture of Wen's parted thighs and began to lick lightly at the velvety smooth skin to either side of her pink and hot slit. No stubble there - never would be - and that made her very happy: she loved it soft and silky like that!
Then, she parted the nether lips gently and began to lap at the moisture within, tasting and loving the juices of her mistress. She licked at the closure of her vagina until Wen shuddered and came, then began to flick at her clit every once in a while, bringing her to the required number of orgasms gradually.
Her assignment complete, Barbara sat up and then leaned back, exposing her always hard cock for Wen to feed off of. Wen also moved until they had completely reversed - the dark-haired woman's head in the crotch of the blond.
Wen sucked Barb's cock for several minutes before she released the plate to hold the cock down and started to feed.
Barbara moaned in deepest ecstasy as Wen took her daily meal. She remembered the first time - the pain that lasted forever, followed almost instantly by pleasure that hurt almost as much. Now, after a year, there was only pleasure - pleasure that topped any of the merely sexual pleasures that Wen had taught her.
She felt the drawing all through her body, from the slightly concave region below her cock where her scrotum had been, down to her toes, up to her fingers, nipples, lips and eyes. Pleasure was generated from each point of drawing, pleasure that was sexual plus, even in non-sexual areas.
When Wen was feeding, all other things faded from Barb's mind, even the passage of time. So, she spent another eternity in ultra-pleasure - a state she now loved for as she lived to please Wen.
There was a slam as the playroom door was flung open, and Barbara
TO BE CONTINUED
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Article 43462 of alt.sex.stories: Message-ID: 231321Z08011995@anon.penet.fi Path: usenet.ufl.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!news-feed-1.peachnet.edu!emory!swrinde!pipex!news.sprintlink.net!EU.net!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an105831@anon.penet.fi (The Archivist) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an105831@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 8 Jan 1995 23:03:23 UTC Subject: TG ARCHIVE: "Ayerwen" (2/2) Lines: 278
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Ayerwen -- Part 2 by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
was startled out of her timelessness by a familiar voice saying, "What have you done to my brother!?!"
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Wen separated from Barbara and looked up to see two people in the doorway. One was a handsome, if somewhat young man, and the other was an almost exact copy of her little slave. 'So,' thought Wen, 'the twin has finally tracked her brother down.'
The man had a gun, the woman was armed in a far more sinister manner with a dagger that dripped a thick, green fluid. The faint scent of kumquat juice alerted Wen to the dangerous knowledge the woman somehow possessed. She threw out a wave of psycho-pheromone designed to enslave the will of males temporarily - she intended to use the young man against her slave's twin. She saw Barbara's eyes glaze, then the young man's - and then the woman's! That shouldn't have happened, but then Barbara hadn't responded normally to her magics either. Apparently, Barbara came from an odd family.
Leaving Barbara paralyzed along with the others, Wen stood and went over to the young man. After looking him over and deciding that she liked him, she did her best to make sure that the woman was really under he spell: she was. Taking the deadly kumquat-poisoned knife carefully from the nerveless fingers, she left for a few moments to securely dispose of it, and then returned to have some fun.
She had once, long ago, spent almost a century keeping a harem of young men to feed off of. It had been fun, and though it made her slaves last much longer, it was also somehow tiring. Now, however, the sleek-bodied youth looked like a good candidate for being added to a new harem, even if a small one. The woman - well, she was a problem, but one that could be solved later.
She eased her control off of the young man and said, "What's your name, surfer-stud?"
"Roger," he answered, mechanically.
"Ah, a fine name. Okay, Roger. Strip."
Roger began to remove his clothes swiftly and economically. Soon he was naked in front of strangers without the slightest hint of self-consciousness.
Wen knelt before the thighs of the well built youth and stared at his fine cock. It was erect and throbbing, eager to be touched. Wen grasped its silky hardness and drew the head gently down to her lips.
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As Wen began to suck, Lyn began to move. It was hard, but she tried. She fought the lock Wen had put on her body, and was able to move her hand slowly into her bag and pull out a pill box. Opening it, she took out the four pomegranate seeds she had managed to find. Then, step by step, she walked slowly over to Wen.
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Roger screamed as Wen began to draw from him. He was good, she thought, but Barbara was twice the 'man'. Still, now Barb would last all the longer with Roger to alternate with.
So absorbed was she that she didn't notice the presence of Lyn until she felt a hand grip her jaw and pull her off of Roger. When she was free of the cock, she felt something else being shoved into her mouth, and then her jaw was forced closed and she tasted the pungent tang of pomegranate.
She stood, her eyes wide with fear. "You - how did - how? But - no! NO!" Still staring at Lyn, she backed away, crying out in fear and horror. Her skin was turning grey, and she moved slower and slower. This was horrible. She tried to bring on her death - anything but this! "Please ... I put the knife ... its ... AHH, the PAIN! NO! I won't die, don't you understand?! I'll be stone, but alive! Get the knife, I hid it in ... NO!!"
And Wen was a statue. A very beautiful nude, fear erased from her face by the last bit of the transformation. And, not dead. Locked forever in stone, impervious to destruction, but not dead.
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Barbara went from confusion over the familiar voice and the interrupted feeding, to an odd, aching loss, as if part of her had been removed - with no memory of the time she had been frozen by Wen's spell. She looked around the room, conscious of the fact that some time had passed. First, she saw the naked young man, kneeling, looking very stricken. Then, she saw the statue that had been her mistress. Strangely enough, she could already feel the chains that Wen had had on her mind slipping away, and though she was saddened by the loss of her friend, she was heartened by the prospect of her freedom. Even so, she wasn't sure that it would be so easy. Lastly, she turned her eyes to Lyn.
For her part, Lyn was uncertain of what to do now. She knew that the creature had done something to Roger, probably the same thing that had been done to her brother. But she didn't know how it would affect him.
She knelt beside Roger and looked at his limp cock. There were several red marks on it, like puncture wounds, but they didn't seem to be very deep nor serious. Otherwise, he seemed to be fine, apart from a little shaken over being freed from the creature's grasp.
Then, she steeled herself and went over to Bobby. She knelt beside him and said, "Bobby? Are you ... all right?"
Barbara looked at her sister, once again confused. She wasn't sure what to do now either. The knowledge of how she had changed made her unsure of how she should react to Lyn, nor what reaction her sister would have to her.
Finally, she said, "Yes, Lyn. I ... I'm fine, basically. And, um ... could you please call me Barbara now?"
Lyn gulped and nodded. "Fine, Bob ... Barbara. Um, what ... how ... um ..."
"Lyn, we need to talk. I ... I'll tell you everything, but could we get out of this room, please?" Barbara stood and went to the door. Lyn straightened up and followed, glancing at Roger, who was still kneeling, staring at the floor. Deciding that he would be all right by himself, she trailed her brother out the door and into a large bedroom, marveling at the ultra-feminine (and naked) ass that wiggled before her down the hall.
Barbara reclined on the bed, perfectly comfortable there even in her near- naked state. As she began talking, Lyn hesitantly sat beside her and listened.
Barbara told about how she had been lured to the house and then enslaved by Wen's alien appetite. How, after a few weeks, her body had begun to change - skin softening, chest swelling, balls shrinking. She told her sister what it had been like serving Wen, what and who Wen was, and why she had ended up like she had.
As she spoke, Barbara began feeling strange. She could feel the nearness of her sister, feel the sexuality that she, when she was a boy, had fought against feeling. Now, she needed to have her sister. It was important for her to fill the void left by Wen with someone fast. She could already feel the needs building, needs Wen had assuaged. Some Lyn couldn't cover, but her presence would help.
So, as she finished her story, and as her cock began to grow, she turned to Lyn and said, "Lyn, I ... I want us to be lovers. Please? I think that, from what Wen said, I shouldn't be totally physically dependent on her ministrations, but the next week is going to be tough trying to get over the mental dependency. Also, I think that because you interrupted Wen when she was feeding on me, and she never finished that feeding, there are some strange things going on inside of me, things stirring me up, things making it necessary for me to cum. I need help - your help. Now. I can feel things building inside ... pressures ... please?"
Lyn's first-thought response was 'but we can't!' Then, she stopped to think again. True, there were societal pressures against it, but could she let society force her to abandon her erstwhile brother? Of course, maybe it was just lust talking - that long-harbored lust for her brother, and another, even deeper hidden lust for she-males and dominance acquired after seeing a particularly strange movie at a boyfriends' house, coupled with a thought or two about the lesbian experimentation she had done. There were so many things that would make her happy that society would frown at. And many of them were right here on this bed with her. She decided to let her heart be her guide.
"Being lovers would please me no end, Bo - um, Barbara, but it will have to be on my terms, okay? Whatever I say, you will do?" Lyn asked.
Barbara immediately felt her submissiveness flare up - despite the absence of Wen's influence, she found that she still harbored a desire to submit - and she said, "Absolutely, sis - or rather, Mistress Lyn. Anything you say."
Lyn smiled and then stretched out on the bed, her legs spread wide. "Okay, then, eat me out!"
Barbara hastened to comply. She scrambled over Lyn's thigh and crouched between them. She swiftly unbuckled Lyn's belt and opened her jeans, then pulled them down slightly. Bending down and pulling the powder-blue panties out of the way, she started to pet the silky white fur at the juncture of her sister's thighs, but stopped being cutesy when a finger happened to slip between Lyn's lips and she felt the wet head building up in there. She lowered her face to those lips and dove in, tongue first.
Barbara found her sister's cunt almost as heavenly as Wen's, but he licked and sucked it just as wholeheartedly as he had been taught, knowing that without doubt that this heaven was the best he would ever get again.
Lyn found Barbara's tongue, nose, mouth, and fingers to be extremely talented, and her orgasms began quickly and refused to stop. Barbara seemed to have no intention of stopping either, so it took a command from Lyn to get her switch probing instruments. But once the order was given (and Lyn was completely divested of jeans and panties, with the shirt and bra going too for good measure), Barb got busy with equal enthusiasm.
The siblings found even greater pleasure in fucking. Barbara's long, thin cock fit perfectly into her sister's cunt, and neither of them had ever felt so good, or right, or, well, perfect! Barbara had learned control from her vampiric mentor, and she managed to keep from cumming for well over an hour, driving Lyn almost to distraction with pleasure before finally unloading into her.
Now both naked, the sisters returned to the playroom to find that Roger hadn't moved. Lyn began to worry, and Barbara joined her kneeling beside the naked surfer-stud. Lyn lifted the young man's head, but Roger's eyes were staring blankly, unseeing. Lyn called his name repeatedly, eventually resorting to slapping his face lightly.
Eventually, he began to blink slowly, and then his eyes focused. He looked at Lyn, his expression still blank, with a touch of fear entering it. His eyes scanned over to Barbara, and he came alive again. He stared in lustful hunger at the she-male, and his cock erected instantly. He bent swiftly down and took hold of Barbara's cock, stuffing it into his mouth. He sucked it hard again, and then into a swift orgasm that almost made Barbara collapse.
And that was the way of it from then on. The three managed to procure the Therion estate - Wen had, of course, no heirs. Lyn continued college, and graduated in due time. She had her now sister remained lovers, and very happily so. The submissive Barbara was happy too, because Roger became her slave.
Roger was a sad case. He had been severely damaged when Lyn had pulled Wen off of him before her first feeding was complete. His mind was crippled, and his libido had been altered too. He couldn't manage to relate sexually to Lyn anymore, but he remained friends with her. His personality had been altered so that he was excessively submissive - even more than Barbara - so he became Barb's slave, and he wasn't too smart anymore. The twins speculated on whether it was just Wen's doing that had altered Roger, or whether the trauma she had caused had uncovered something else hidden within him. Unfortunately, there wasn't really any way they could find out.
So, through the workings of a very good lawyer (and a lot of misdirection and outright lies), the newly married (for convenience) couple of Lyn and Roger got more than just the lands of Ms Therion - they got the bulk of her fortune. And the three of them lived happily ever after in luxury and splendor.
(c) 1992 by John White. Permission granted to reproduce and redistribute this work as long as no profit is made from it, and the work is duplicated in full.
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