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Lumus -> Deviance, Act I (5/28/2008 8:06:11 PM)
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As promised, I've slapped together another story, based on a request. As before, I took a loose interpretation and carved it into something from my own brain. This might draw some stronger opinions, given the content. Please bear in mind...it's fantasy, folks.
I may or may not extend this little playlet in the future. As the title implies, this is written in the format of a script for a play. Hopefully, it does not detract from the story itself; I just hadn't used the style in a while, and it seemed fitting for the purpose.
That said...enjoy. Please feel free to offer any comments and criticisms, as usual. Sorry for the spacing, it automatically defaulted as such...*sigh*
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Deviance
(Act I, scene I)
SETTING: A large, bare cavern, dimly lit by the radiance of a ruby-coloured moss; small mounds and stalactites have formed. The ceiling is lost in darkness; several passages wend out of sight. Water can be heard faintly dripping in the unseen distance. A bearded man wearing a robe, cinched by a sash, lays on the ground in the centre of the cave, apparently asleep. (A woman enters from one of the shadowy passages, nude. Long blonde hair, tinted red by the illumination, spills over her shoulder, concealing her face. Her body is well-toned, youthful and well-endowed. She steps lightly, making no sound, approaching the sleeping man, standing over him and watching him for a moment before lying down beside him. She reaches out to gently stroke the man's face, murmuring quietly.)
WOMAN: What pleasure is this, to return to the beginning. (The man moves slightly, making an indistinct sound, but does not waken.)
WOMAN: To think of how I would serve! Yet to give service through trickery; who is the master, who is the slave? (She pauses, biting her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood. She dabs the blood from her lip with her finger, gazing at it in wonder.)
WOMAN: Here is my answer. By pleasure drawn is the drink of pain, that I might entice a draught of pleasure. He holds my pleasure, and I am the vessel; yet the coaxing is mine, and though he issues the need, my will is satisfied. (Her bleeding finger trails down the man's chest to the sash binding his robe closed; her fingers dance lightly as she undoes the knot, then slips the hand into the fold of the robes until it disappears. The man stirs but does not waken.)
WOMAN: Hush; it is the meat of your matter that draws me. Keep still your mind, or let it linger in the ether of the wish you have so long craved, that I would grant. (The robe slips open as she draws her hand along his chest; tugging gently at the edges of the robe, she opens it fully, exposing his muscular chest, taut stomach, and engorged member. The woman leans to him, her mouth near his ear, as she murmurs.)
WOMAN: Give the demon life, my love. Let it tumble from your lips, the verse that hides in the shadow of your loins. Tonight, your whispered dreams will be veiled in flesh, and you will be fulfilled in all ways. (Still asleep, the man's mouth twitches; he murmurs in a raspy, slurred voice.)
MAN: Pal...Paltith... (The woman, 'Paltith', replies as her hand strays between his legs.)
PALTITH: I am here, my darling. Command me, for I have always belonged to you. My flesh is yours, and my only purpose is what you set before me.
MAN: My girl... (The man's hips arch as Paltith grasps his erection firmly; he shudders and replies in a clearer voice.)
MAN: Yes...tend to me, girl...
PALTITH: Your words dictate my action. (She kisses his cheek; her hand begins to massage his erection.) Only speak, and it will become my need. I am the dutiful, obedient girl who aches for you, sweet Daddy. Would you have more wine? Or shall I drink of your bounty? (The man's eyes flicker open, unfocused; he groans and reaches for Paltith's hair, tugging her mouth to his in a clumsy kiss. He pulls her face from his, holding it close over his own.)
MAN: Use your mouth, then, girl, as a whore would; and do not address me so informally. Father is my title, and Father is how you will refer to your better. (She replies in a trembling voice.)
PALTITH: It is as you say, Father. Your will be done. Let me worship your cock with my mouth, my face; for I am your whore, and eager for this task. (She tugs at his grasp on her hair; his arm goes limp, and she moves between his legs. Her tongue laves the length of his shaft, twisting around the head before her lips meet it with a warm, wet kiss. Her hand cups his erection, and she moans as she rubs it against her cheeks.)
PALTITH: Let me wash in your scent; mark me for others to smell and see as yours! Yours - to be used, to be given, to be beaten for my transgressions. Teach my willing flesh; mould it to your whims. (She reaches back with one hand between her legs, then brings it, fingers glistening, back to grasp his erection.)
PALTITH: Let my filth please you, if it can; feel the slick sweat of my sin on your cock, Father. It is my need to sate you; my shame should I fail. It drips down my legs, it stains me; a drooling mouth, hungry...starving! But I must starve, and serve as you have commanded. (She leans forward, taking him into her mouth, gagging slightly as he pierces her throat. Mewling moans issue from her as her head moves up and down, mouth tightening around him; her wet fingers cup him. He growls, his hips bucking upwards, and her moans become louder, higher pitched. Eventually his bucking motions slow; her hands grasp his sides as his fingers curl into her hair, yanking her head up, a small strand of spit dangling from her lower lip. She whimpers, wide-eyed, as he speaks, a slur still evident in his voice.)
FATHER: Enough! Your mouth has served its purpose. I have uses yet for you. (Wrenching her sideways, her grip is lost as she tumbles beside him.) On your back, girl; bring your legs and hips up. (Startled, unsure, Paltith slowly brings her legs upwards and back, her hands shoved under her hips to bring both of her holes on display.)
PALTITH: Is this...am I as you wish me, Father? (He lurches to a sitting position, rolling over so that his hands are on either side of her, holding him up. He leans above her, looking down, pressing his groin into hers teasingly. She moans and trembles but holds her position.)
FATHER: Yes, girl, this is how I would have you. Your holes exposed, twitching, as eager as your tongue; the stench of your need filling the air. (He leans in closer, voice softening.) What is it you crave, slut? (Her mouth opens without sound; she stammers.)
PALTITH: Y-your pleasure, Father. It is all I... (He lifts one hand and slaps her roughly backhanded; she cries out and replies, sobbing.)
PALTITH: Y-your pleasure and your seed...! To be filled, overflowing! Please, Father, fill me! Fill my cunt; let it suckle you, worship you, swallow you. (Shaking, twitching, she whispers.) Please. If I am to be your whore, please, use me as a whore should be used. (The man presses harder against Paltith and she sobs, tears shining as they roll down her face. Her hips begin to lower; he slaps Paltith again, harder, and she screams, hips snapping back up higher than they were before. He speaks to her in a low voice.)
FATHER: No. I will use your cunt, girl, at a time of my choosing; but for you to serve me as a whore, you will offer me something...tighter. Something that will...bleed. (Paltith's body shakes harder, then becomes calm. She brings her hips further up.)
PALTITH: If...if it pleases you, then, Father. Take me as one animal would another. Let me open myself for you, give you the hole you desire. Pierce me. Break me. Stab me 'til I bleed, murder this filthy innocence, if it be your will; and I will be grateful. (He presses against Paltith again, grinding, and she sobs; her quiet cries suddenly turn to a shriek as he slips down and begins to force himself into her. He slumps down and presses his mouth to hers; her shrieks are muffled, stuttered, with each thrust as he pushes in further. He lifts himself up, pushing in further still; Paltith bites her lip and draws more blood.)
FATHER: Yes, that's right, girl. It has - (His hips thrust.) to hurt - (His hips thrust again, harder, but she does not scream, though her cheeks turn red.) before you can be made - (His voice rises as he thrusts again) loose enough for regular use! (He enters her fully; sweat covers her brow, her cheeks are aflame, and her eyes snap open wide. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out; instead, there is a popping noise, and as he slowly backs out of her, blood can be seen smeared on both their hips.)
FATHER: Now, girl, you know what it means to be Father's whore. Are you not still eager? (He eases back into her; she trembles, her tears spent.)
FATHER: Are you not grateful? (He pauses; slowly, Paltith nods, her eyes riveted to his. A hoarse voice forces itself from her.)
PALTITH: Yes, Father. I...I am grateful. (She pauses, continuing when he does not move or respond.) And...I want...more. Please. (Her voice drops to a hush.) I am eager. Take me. Use me, for your pleasure, until you are satisfied. (With a growl, he forces himself back into Paltith; she arches her hips higher, taking him in. With each of his thrusts, she pleads.)
PALTITH: Yes. Oh, yes! I am yours. I am willing; I am eager; I am your slut! I give myself to you. I belong to you. I am sundered inside; I am only good for milking your cock. Let my blood make me slick, wet for you. (Her words become mumbled, incoherent; her head shakes from side to side as he pierces her quicker, harshly, their flesh slapping together. The sounds coming from Paltith turn into moans of pleasure as he growls more often, deeper - as she senses he is close to climaxing.)
PALTITH: Yes. Yes! YES! (Her hips begin to rock quickly in time with his; he forces his mouth onto hers and she kisses him deeply. His hands slip to her hips, forcing them down, as he releases the kiss; and she gasps as he slips completely from her, entering her cunt as his cock begins to spasm. Agony and pleasure is etched on her face as he hisses at her.)
FATHER: This is my gift to you, whore; are you ready to be filled?
PALTITH: Yes, Father! Please! PLEASE! Fill me...! (With a final grunt, he comes crashing down on Paltith; she squeals as each flood of cum spasms deep inside her. She holds him, murmuring in his ear, kissing him, fresh tears on her face. Moments pass, and she slowly eases him off of her. He is asleep again. Paltith takes his cock into her mouth again, licking and sucking him clean, before dutifully smoothing his robe, covering him, retying the sash. He turns on his side, away from her, and she stealthily creeps away, exiting via the tunnel she entered. Image fades.)
(Act I, Scene II)
(Paltith emerges outside from the tunnel. Waiting for her at the tunnel entrance is another woman, younger, of similar appearance. The two women embrace, smiling, and Paltith pulls the second woman in for a lingering, passionate kiss. She addresses the second woman.)
PALTITH: It is as we planned, sweet sister. He was heavy with wine, and though I lay with him, and gave myself to him in the manner that he spoke of from the land of slumber, he will know naught in the morn.
2ND WOMAN: Then tomorrow night, we will ply him with wine again; and I will know his embrace as you have. His taste is still sweet on your lips, in your mouth. (She strokes Paltith's hair.)
PALTITH: We will, sweet sister. The seed of Lot must live on, for he is a great man.
(Fade out.)
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