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tHEcUCKyOUwANTED -> RE: The Praying Mantis (8/19/2010 9:48:23 AM)
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Here is something of the backstory - please forgive the formatting it is 12 pages from Word to HTML"
In a lonely little house Sarah waited - strong and cold she worked the land far out beyond the towns; sensing, wise but young, that her wishes should come to be. Her body taut and hard, her mind steel and cages, she prepared in silence for the man she was to keep. She thought not of romance, but of taking her man by the hand and bewitching him to teh very depths of passion. She knew many others but they were not what she sought. Through the very years she waited, hiring men to work the family farm but never keeping any. Harvest was lucrative, and she was very beautiful, but none of the men she hired were fit to match her thoughts - they were crude, obscene things unfit to share her hand. But she did share her bed, sometimes. Some of them she loved.
The dark thoughts in her mind fed her days with twisted fantasies. She wanted a man to be hers in every way. She wanted him to suffer deeply for her – not someone like these strong workers of her land, but a man she could crush with her lovely hands, to control physically and intimidate with words – a husband, to have forever, that could never get away. No matter what she did, he would love and yearn for her with all of his young heart. She thought of him and bent her mind upon her image of this man, and put an advertisement in a magazine: “WANTED – one young man of legal age to perform needed service at my estate, must not have any wife or children”. Sarah also added that she prefered a principled and chaste individual as this was a moral property, by which she meant a virgin.
Six months passed, and though several men applied Sarah determined to stick to her resolution - she wanted him to be exact; and though some she found very appealing, still she also found some flaw or some disqualifying thing, and she would not begin her dream with a compromise. But one boy there came who was nearly perfect in her mind. In these months she developed ways of testing a young man to see if he was able to be molded. By the time that Jason came, Sarah was already an expert . If the young man was broad chested and strong she sent him away immediately – she could not use a strong male for her husband. He needed to be thin and underdeveloped, so that he would have to struggle to keep up with all the other men. She wanted him to be smart, but delicate – good, but not courageous, and attractive but not handsome. Therefore many were sent away before Jason walked up to her doorstep..
He greeted her with a shy hello. His eyes were blue and thin and he looked about twenty-one years of age. He slouched and in general did not exhibit the same lusty confidence that she found too common among young men. Why do you have to slouch!, she said, succeding in making him nervous, though later she chastised him for being too uppity. He stammered to introduce himself as Jason Wentz from parts not too nearby, and Sarah introduced herself as the master of the house in as condencending a tone as she could utter. She asked what did he want and he said he came to apply for the job that she had advertised, at which she seemed to snort and glare down at him, saying there was not much work left and he would have to try to find a way to earn his keep, if indeed she could use him at all. She noted how quickly he agreed when she added there could not be much of a wage for the work that he could do. ‘I am glad you understand’, she said, and in her mind were thoughts relating to how it must be when you first would train a horse. Then, after conditioning him with the idea that there was only little work to do, she at once would set him to work all day long in the field with all the other men.
Around noon she found Jason sweating with a pick and shovel laboring to break up the large rocks in the far end of the field next to others who did it easily – these she sent off to lunch, but said nothing to him. Keep working, she said whenever he tried to start a conversation, and she watched the muscles of his bony, shirtless torso as he strained, reflecting that he had instantly agreed to go through this without being told that he got the job or even what the wage was. You are a bad worker, she told him. She said obviously he could not go on much longer and that he was not as strong as her other men, and that he would never be able to do as much. He seemed crushed – she said she was very disappointed. Then she began to berate and verbally abuse him, asking why he wasted her time. She raised her voice until the young man was visibly shaken. Intimidated, he backed away but she came closer, took the pike from his hand – she split the large rock in half with one angry swing, then dropped the tool at his feet.
‘See!’ she shouted with disgust – ‘even I can do it.” Then she said that if he knew what was good for him he would rush back to her house as quickly as he could before her big men came back – he flew. She found him sitting on her porch steps with his head in his hands, it almost seemed like he was crying.
‘The big mystery to me, Sarah, is what it you want is,’ Ana said, three months into the affair – Sarah told her all. ‘He’s crazy about you – the man works night and day – he goes without food, he listens to everything you say,’ Ana smiled, ashing out a cigarette as she and Sarah stood by the kitchen window watching the young man labor over the wash barrel. ‘There he is with your clothes and here we are drinking the wine that he poured for us after such a nice breakfast... I have never seen a man work so hard.”
“I want him to fall in love,” Sarah smiled, eyes blushing as she drained her glass – the drink was going to her head. She leaned over the window, eyes fixed keenly; she seemed to pry into the man with her mind and sighed - “I want him to fall in love with me.”
‘Ha!’ Ana snorted, ‘anybody can see it, Sarah – this boy is in love’ Ana said with much expression – ‘he is so in love with you that he doesn’t mind about all this work, all your harshness, or even if you take these other men on the farm to your bed, even though he himself is a virgin! This man is in love. Even just today as I watch him I see his eyes light up every time you draw near – do you not see it?’
‘But he is in love with me as a woman,’ Sarah replied, leaning back against the window, enjoying Ana’s startled expression, - ‘but I am more than that to him, do you see? I am much more than that to him, my friend – I am his master, and I want him to fall in love with me not as a man to a woman but as a weakling to his Lioness’ – Sarah chuckled, ‘yes as a weakling, for that is what I want. You see, Ana, I hold him here in the palm of my hand? Now I can crush him at any time I choose, but I don’t want that yet. He can feel it even now as he works there, soaking himself in the water to clean my dirty clothes... he is thinking that he hopes I don’t find fault with his work, or with him... Yet in the back of his mind he knows that I will find fault with him, no matter how well he scrubs my dirty laundry, and its true – ha hah. I will hold it against him – use it against him, to make him nervous; to make him feel what I want him to feel. He is smart; sensitive; inside he understands that what is going on is I am getting a stronger and stronger hold on his balls. He feels that he is losing control to me (and he is). Inside he clings to the illusion that I gave him, that he is doing it as a job. Clearly this is not true – I have never paid him; and many times I have crossed the line of what a job should be; he understands but he denies. But it is happening,’ Sarah laughed, ‘and I am doing it to him. Plainly I am taking advantage of him. What I want is him to see it – to stop denying – to give up and embrace it – and to in that moment fall in love with me, not as a woman but as his heart’s true killer.’
‘But why will he do that?’ said Ana, disturbed and frowning, ‘and why... why would you do this to such a sweet boy? Is that not too much?’
‘Because I am a Lion,’ she said, ‘and I am very hungry – and nothing else will do.’
Mantis 1
A praying mantis kills the one who loves her, Sarah whispered in his ear... again. Again she continued in the back of his mind, in the dark with her soft lips, her voice like poisoned velvet as she whispered in his ear, again.... You remember, she smiled with lashing tongue, our first time, my lovvve – when you first came to my home (she caressed his face) - it makes me smiillle, she gasped (her fingers long and languid) –
‘And you knocked upon my door... And I answered (you looked so thin)’ she sighed, ‘sweating on your brow,’ again she caressed it, ‘don’t speak, my Jason – listen to the sound of my voice,’ she continued, ‘focus on it... yes... feel the touch of these hands, my dreamer, kiss me!’
She put her lips to his shaking lips (but did not kiss) and spoke to him, a heavenly, heavy whisper – ‘you came... to my door, begging... for my favor,’ she said in lilting tones, her every spoken word, cutting deeper. She bore into his mind as her fingers touched his aching body – sliding down, down to his polite hips, his soft abdomen, ‘and you worked... until you couldn’t lift these arms of yoursssss... and I stood over you – and you cried there on my poor doorstep with your head in your sorry head in your hands – you wept there at my feet, as you remember – how weak you felt!’
Sarah’s eyes rolled backwards – she spoke into his face, in the grip of ecstacy – he must listen – he must quiver as she takes her knee and nudges it between his thin legs... ‘I felt my power, burning you, burning...(listen!) ah!... and how I feel it nowwww – burning you, my love – you burn here in my hands.’
‘I kill you as a Mantis kills,’ she spoke softly to him, ‘and you tremble to feel it, ah! And I feel it in you, shaking – your virginity; so tense, Jason... so tense... your desire, love, beyond all control... it yearns for Me! And yet I never touched it – but still... still... it crumbles in my hands, ha hah ha.’ Indeed he crumbled in her hands – what she caused him to remember...
‘Can you see it? Yourself here in this room with me, at my feet that all-important moment? Can you stop it? Ha hah – can you stop reliving it, to know you are still here, underneath me, in this moment now – mm – as I smile down, down at you, I look down at you my love and see that same lost little weak man – and you are a weakling (and you know it)’ she smiled.
‘Give it to me!’ she’d said, standing naked over him, in the dim light of her room. ‘You will work for me this quarter – and I will give you food and shelter; feed you, and let you sleep under my roof in exchange for your service (such work as you are able to do)’ she said. ‘You are not strong, so to me you are no good in the field,’ Sarah continued, ‘ but my handmaid (Jessica) has gone married (to one of my field men), and...’ she gave him a piercing look and held him in her eyes, ‘...to fill Jessi’s place I need a man of the highestmoral virtue – for you shall at whiles ahve to look upon me even as you see me now,’ she said, taking his face in her hands, her naked bosoms starkly springing from her round chest in the dark. ‘I need,’ she continued, a boy of principle and discipline, of the highest moral fiber, young Jason, to wait upon this maiden you see before you now.’ Her face appeared somehow stern, or business like. ‘Can you do it?’ she said. (He nodded).
Sarah smiled, continued as he nodded, ‘and you must be a virgent – tut! – for this is a house of principle! You must try not to think of me, as best you can, not to think of me with lust – for you would be no good to me as that. I need a devout man, can you be that? Yes? Good – nor can I allow you to take a woman to your bed while you are in my employ – understand? Good. You will give me your hard work, your effort, your thoughts and your devotion, and with my training become the best of all men. You understand? That in exchange – I will train you... train you. And beware when my heavy hand may reach for the lash, for I shall use it if I need to!’ (Moments of silence) Sarah stared into his eyes until she succeeded in causing him to flinch.
‘You must understand that we keep a heavy work load around here, and so must you,’ she said, staring him straight in the eyes. ‘For I am sorry to say, Jason, that it is simply beyond my abilities to lead a life such as you will... ah... Indeed, little would be done here in terms of work, if I tried.... And as I am here alone I find I must rule all as it must be, with the patience of a Lady,- she said this with a sneer. ‘Yet I find at night when I’m alone that I have the crude desires for a man – to have my own, special way, - and I won’t hide that carnal sin from you, though you may never understand – and yet you must abide it,’she scorned, taking Jason’s hands and placing them around her naked skin, around her slender waist – smiling…
‘You seem to feel,’ she said, thinking of how to put it, ‘you seem to feel my sexual power, perhaps you’d call it that.’ She smiled lavishly, lying her long palms upon his shoulders; then her fingers inched up, taking the frightened man by the hair, pulling, until she pressed his cheek sideways against her pelvic bone… ‘aha…’
‘You must never give in,’ Sarah whispered. ‘This is the heart of a woman, - oh… mmm, I feel my body tensely, so, - I am light headed to feel your breath so close… Oh!’ she sighed. ‘If you breathe deeply through your nose you will detect the scent as inside me, just below, I am twirling…. I am dripping with the thought of – do you know what thought, boy? Tell me.’
‘No…’
‘I am thinking,’ she said deeply, and clasped his face tightly as she did, ‘I am thinking, my little handmaid, I am thinking of… a man… ha hah!’
And indeed that night she took one.
Further In...
‘Why do you want him like this?’ said Ana.
‘Like how?’ Sarah asked.
‘Broken,’ Ana answered. ‘He debases himself without shame and you smile. But I see him in pain. I can tell my good friend this hurts him – he is a special creature. I’ve watched him work – he must strain so much; its plain to anyone who sees him that even you, a virile woman, must be a great deal stronger than he is, physically,’ her friend sighed. ‘This troubles me, Sarah,’ Ana continued, ‘for he is helpless to you. And what you do to him..’ she shuddered.
But Sarah laughed enigmatically – ‘What do I do to him, my friend? Employ him? He does not refuse.’
‘But it is wrong,’ the blonde girl said, ‘you are not just degrading him, you are… you are…’ Ana stammered, taking her friend by the hand and looking in her eyes, ‘You are breaking what he is – understand? You are taking his future, and he loves you, but… this is rape, somehow, this is… you are… oh, how do I say it! You are hurting what is inside him, and he doesn’t even know it!’
‘Yes?’ Sarah replied, looking her friend right back in the eyes, ‘So I am… yes? Because he is my hand-maid? Because he is a virgin? Because he is my servant, while other men have sex with me? Yes?’ Sarah raised her eyebrows, smiling, and looked at Ana until they both were laughing hysterically, as her handmaid with all his strength massaged lotion into her lovely feet.
‘Harder,’ Sarah said. He felt this was too much, but what could he do? It didn’t feel like he thought a woman would… not soft… not feminine… She was just… carnal, like an animal…. Like a gloating beast… She didn’t treat him like a human, he thought… She treated him like a thing… Worse than a slave… Perhaps it was that he alone experienced Her: without shame. She was not ashamed to fuck a man in front of him, and show him how she felt about it – all the noises, all the odors, all the sweat as she lay back on the bed and called to him again. Why! Why did she call to him then, as her insides reveled in the fluids… Where the man’s cock had been…
‘You are my handmaid,’ she repeated, with Jason’s hands around her toes as she lay back on the porch. He rubbed until his arms were numb, still it was not enough. ‘Now her,’ his master added with a nod over to the blonde girl next to her who looked down uncertainly. Jason complied. The blonde girl leaned back, her wide soles facing him. He put his hands around them, looking almost as embarrassed as he was. The girl sighed softly, relaxing – she would not stand up for him. ‘Make sure he does it well,’ his master told her. Ana nodded shyly. She sighed deeper as Jason labored down her taut arch… he could feel the muscles were very tight; it would take him a long time to make them loosen. He began… soon she relaxed and went on talking to her friend. Jason experienced a mix of feelings. Of course he was upset with his master for embarrassing him this way… but as he realized this he knew, his anger was impotent – because there was nothing he could do about it. Sarah’s eyes told him the same as he looked up to her, and he felt a flash of shame as she seemed to see this happen in him – that Ana’s foot was in his hands; that he resented it; but there it was and there were his tired muscles; and there was his master, goading him. These sensations flushed through him a thousand times as thirty minutes passed, as Ana gasped, and Jason massaged her stubborn arches with every fiber of his being – every fucking fiber.
‘Stand up,’ Sarah said, on a sudden, ‘Now!’
Tears welled in his eyes as he rose to his knees, resisting.
‘ALL the way up,’ his master commanded, ‘NOW.’
Her voice was shrill, irresistible. His face flushed. His heart raced a thousand times a minute. His body trembled as he tried to resist, but failing, rose and both girls laughed gleefully. He was on fire. All his mind was bent on the lower half and the heat of his pelvis, bursting… it hurt… he cried out involuntarily as he felt his hips thrust on their own to full height until he stood before them with full erection, dizzy, as they laughed and chattered to each other.
‘I have never seen one that small,’ Ana laughed, whispered to Sarah amid Jason’s agony.
‘Your words are moving him,’ Sarah whispered knowingly. ‘He feels it, see,’ she said. ‘Stand up straighter, Jason,’ she added. ‘Why do you struggle this way?’
He could not answer more than groan. Something was happening inside him, he felt flushed out like a chicken. ‘What are you…’ he stammered; she didn’t answer, but held his gaze in hers commandingly. She locked him in her gaze then laughed at him cruelly – loudly. The sound stabbed him like knives. She cast her eyes down at his waist. ‘Do you like massaging womens’ feet?’ she asked. ‘Yes? Then show us!’ she said, kicking him hard in the thigh. As she did he gasped and fell onto his face. A knife seemed to rip him apart, his face between her ankles, weeping in the sand, not even understanding that he had an orgasm. To him it was pain – but the sound of the laughter of the two women above him held his mind somehow – in the back of everything, they held his mind and laughed.
Further Again...
‘Why did he do that?’ Ana asked later, referring to Jason when he massaged their feet the other day. She had found herself laughing uncontrollably in that moment, sitting with Sarah and watching her friend’s male handmaid on his knees with his face in the ground in the clear light of day. Now put lotion on her other foot, Sarah had said after some moments. And he did.
‘Because I told him to,’ Sarah replied. Ana was disturbed to recall that she had sat up and cooed delightfully as the humiliated man struggled to give her the most soothing massage she could ever remember. Why had it felt so… different than usual? Sarah seemed as if she could do anything she wanted to this Jason and he would not protest – it even seemed that she, Anna, could do with him whatever she pleased, if something occurred to her. Sarah was using him as an object… just for anything. Most of the things Ana wished in her heart that someday some sweet man would be inspired to do for her, Sarah simply took Jason by the hair and did it. Far past any job description, Sarah just disgraced the man. She wondered what else she’d done, when they were not together. It seemed clear Sarah was weeks past any sort of restraint.
How far would she go, if there was no one to stop her? Women and men are so different. Women are often called the fairer sex; women are often thought of as the kinder breed – ha! Even from the bottom they manipulate in ways men never dream. Now on the top – there is no limit to the harm that could come to a man. Already she was half-starving him; Ana reflected that he probably didn’t guess how much of his strength he’d lost. But she saw it – when Sarah took him by the neck or by the arm and dragged him, she saw it. And the bullying – men perhaps don’t understand how easily women bully them. Ana had never seen a woman go so far at this. The plain truth is Jason was terrified even if his gender’s traditional strength caused him to feign happiness, even to himself. Ana supposed, being around, that she’d even helped gang up on him. She felt pity for his humiliation – but she liked it.
‘Why do you feel sorry for him,’ Sarah countered, ‘he is perfect for what he does. Think! What else would be his fate in life than to do this for us? At least with us it is complete. Another woman would pretend to love him but he would live a lie. With me he lives the truth!’ Her dark eyes flashed – she looked direct, serious ;though with a satisfied expression on her proud face. Did she really feel she was protecting him?
‘What else does he do for you,’ Ana asked reluctantly. It didn’t need an answer.
‘He does everything,’ Sarah replied, ‘he scrubs my toilet, he cooks my food, he washes my hair – he does everything I say. He wakes when I wake, lays still when I sleep, and listens to the sound of my voice at night when I am with a lover – even when I’m very loud. He talks to me after. He is becoming something perfect… he wishes to have what the other men has but he can never be it. The other men are much bigger and much stronger physically, and that affects him – very much I expect. Jason is so small,’ Sarah told her, gesturing with her thumb and forefinger, sighing. ‘And I am a tall girl,’ she added. ‘He could never make me feel it if he was allowed to have sex.’
‘But what about a shorter girl,’ Ana said.
‘Shorter girls only like it for so long. Shorter girls like taller guys. It may not be right, but I’m not completely wrong. This is what he’s made for, Ana.’
That seemed to settle it for the time. There fell a brief silence.
‘And what about tonight,’ Ana said, reading both their minds.
‘Joshua is coming over from the work house. I want him tonight. Do you want one of them? Hugo or Peter? Peter?’
Ana chuckled – ‘Yes’.
Soon brandy was on the table and the men were on display. This had been a treat for Ana since Sarah came into her estate – they had their pick of men. Peter… this was not the first time. He was hard to take all at once. But Joshua was Sarah’s favorite. Jason was told to massage his lady’s feet as she relaxed and socialized with the men. Ana found this unnerving, but Sarah was quite at home with her long size ten feet on the table, drinking from her glass while her handmaid massaged them. She certainly told him what she wanted, but otherwise acted as if he were no more than another girl, taking no more consideration for his feelings than she would another woman.
The girls got quite drunk – everyone did except for Jason. Joshua and Peter totally ignored the male handmaid at the table, as did all the men at Sarah’s estate (by order they were not to say a word to him if unnecessary). Ana was in Peter’s arms, talking glibly to her friend, while Sarah and Joshua were side by side kissing. Her feet were still on the table and Jason was hard at work, trying to stare directly at them rather than be tortured by the sight of what was going on, though he found this harder. He was quick to learn that as his master became… aroused, with a man… her body seemed to activate… she would begin to moan deeply… he held on to her feet but her movements became quick and sporadic; her legs would pull away. Soon he found he was holding on to her long foot while the other man’s large hand crept between her thighs, under her skirt, pressing into her vagina, and Sarah became so stimulated that she was soon to orgasm, as he witnessed from the movement of her feet and the sound of her voice as he tried to look directly at them. As he held on she gasped and pushed her heel straight out and her toes straight back, flexing until the muscles in her foot were taut as steel in Jason’s virgin hands, orgasming as he watched her toes flexing, and gasping. He seemed to choke on his own air.
Still, he had a special feeling… a sense of expectation… inevitability… He didn’t claim to understand so much, but he understood she made him feel something… something harsh, something unsettling and invasive, that he did not know how to deal with. When she would walk into a room unexpectedly – he panicked; with a terror he was dimly conscious of (yet he felt it profoundly).
What was this terror? She filled his being with it; it stabbed his mind with panic; she made him fret, made him frantic. What was she, Jason wondered (it was just what Sarah wanted him to wonder). Was she not just a normal woman? But his knees shook when she was near, and when she placed her long feet on the table his heart trembled to – to serve her? He felt safe when she was gone or sleeping… Now he felt stampeded by her.
She was doing something to him – she knew what. She knew what it was. Her dark glare filled him with… (it was hard to understand)… filled him with insecurities. Could he resist them? Could he? She seemed to ask him with her eyes. Insecurities about what? She made him insecure because… because she…Well, she was combative, violent, forceful, and intrusive. She provoked him – pushed him – forced him into doing things that were challenging, uncomfortable, and left him torn and wounded. She treated him like dirt, until he felt so violated he didn’t recognize himself.
At this point, well, she could really hurt him then. And she punished him then, when she had broke him, until she hurt him so badly that the pain he felt from her would never leave him. It was there in the morning, it was there in his sleep. She did this. Why? He felt so angry, but there was nothing he could do – he was being raped and there was no way to stop it. She just kept raping his poor mind, until he felt it in his soul, and everything was black. There was no beauty. It was ugly what she did. But she looked so beautiful, and left him feeling hideous. And she was so strong, so unrelenting. She didn’t ever stop. She was everything he wasn’t’, perhaps – strong, passionate, uncompromising, and driven. But it wasn’t right, what she did – she desecrated him. There could be no doubt that as she smiled and took from him whatever he could give, she was destroying him from the inside.
And leaving what? All he had was what she left him. All she left was what she wanted to see in him, until he found himself feeling servile.
‘Do you feel defeated?’ she would one day ask him while walking through the field in autumn.
‘By what,’ he replied.
‘By me,’ she said a lot more plainly than he liked. ‘I never paid you, did I? Still you do everything I say, and I don’t give you anything. I know I have abused you sometimes, but I want to hear you say if you do.’
‘I feel afraid of you,’ he said reluctantly. ‘I think you have ruined me and I am… I am hurt and I want to go away, but I don’t think I could ever bear to. I’m worse than defeated.’
‘No,’ said Sarah, ‘not yet,’ then reaching out she took him by the hair and overpowered him and once dragging him to the ground with a snarl as he struggled, she beat him unmercifully until he did not struggle any more, and longer.
Meanwhile in the present this beating was still waiting for him in the not too distant future and he held onto the heels that would many, many times be brutalizing him with violent rage between now and then. Joshua was fucking her hard and vigorously but in her amusement she had ordered him to continue the massage as better to witness the naked man enjoy what he would never have.
His pain was more than most men ever knew, like a burning red iron that she thrust in his heart, that he felt searing him inside, and it never went away.
‘Massage with both hands,’ she said, ‘both feet at the same time.’ This was not easy to do. For one thing, she was moving all over the place. For another she kept pulling her legs back until Jason was forced to lean over the wooden table to hold on. Even then she kept pulling away. She was piercingly beautiful. She was a goddess in the flesh. She was raven haired and devilish. Her long, black tresses streamed down her face and chest. Her dark blue eyes flashed upward to the ceiling. In a way he should be honored that she had chosen him, even for this. She was more than any other girl could be. More than human. More than a god, to him. All the world was her: crude and overwhelming.
But why if she was so strong of mind and all other faculties had she chosen him to grapple with? She set her will against him daily. Constantly she assaulted his defenses – with her words, her fists, her force – to see what he could stand. Jason could not stand much – before long she invaded him by piercing through his thoughts, until she read his very mind, and put her thoughts inside him. When Sarah pried into Jason’s thoughts, she taunted him (and she was taunting him now) – she treated him carelessly and cruelly with her words. She cut him down – degraded… when she discovered an opinion she would immediately laugh at his stupidity. She said it was adorable that someone like him should want to have a woman of her stature. You can’t even be fit to stand next to the kind of man who could please me, she said, and the look in her face let him know she meant it.
‘But it is better that you’re a virgin,’ she said. ‘You are not bright or handsome, but you are a pure male, untouched by any woman, and that is something better.’ She did not mean it though. In reality she was manipulating Jason because it gave her pleasure. She didn’t want him to be pure. She wanted this to kill him inside. Fucking Joshua in front of a man who devoted his life to her, who loved her heart and soul, filled her with a Power she never dreamed of feeling. It coursed through her blood and she felt it flex inside her veins, hot and throbbing, expanding her beating heart, until her body coursed with a pleasure that only a Goddess feels. As she spread her legs further she felt Joshua’s cock expanding inside her, right in front of Jason’s face, right inside her pussy. When she came she squeezed Joshua’s thickened cock so hard that he soon ejaculated. There was so much cum that it came dripping everywhere.
‘Lick it up,’ Sarah slurred. This was much too far. Jason trembled and tried not to hear the words.
‘I know you hear me,’ she said. ‘You heard what I said, are you going to try and refuse me? I could kill you with one hand, you know?’ She kicked him. ‘I could kill you very easily. Is that what you want, to get beat up by a woman? You heard me,’ she goaded. ‘I said lick it up now – NOW. Now Jason. Do as I say!’ She kicked him in the face and made him cry.
‘You think this is too much!’ she cried when Joshua was gone. ‘This is nothing. Nothing.’ Her voice was hard and shrill. ‘This is nothing compared to what I could make you go through! You could be bruised and broken bones! I could carve out your fucking heart! I could bend your tiny dick in half and it would not even work! Instead I help you by letting you see what it’s like, now you will do what I say or I will never let you see it again! You think you love me? Well this is your date with me, this is our romance, do you want it or not? I know every little thought that goes on in your head – you better tell me you want it – you will wish you had, if you don’t do it now.’
‘You are mad at Joshua – you are just mad at Joshua,’ Sarah soothed him – ‘because he has sex with me – because I won’t let you, yes?’ She exhaled deeply. ‘But you should listen,’ she said, ‘because I couldn’t help it – I need it, Jason, I just need it. You may think I never mean what I say but I can’t help, when I feel this way, I just need his penis – I need to have sex with him or it will drive me crazy and make me angry enough that I beat you again. I’m not like you, I’m a woman and I need a man who’s not like you either, for sex. You are my handmaid – you are more decent than him! But I want you to be a part of my life this way because that is what you’re good for; because you are decent; because you are kind; because you are innocent; for that I need you.’
‘You are not like him,’ she chanted softly. ‘You are small; your arms are thin; you are not strong. But because you are small… this gives us something. I know you are afraid. I even know you are angry. But if you listen to me, I will make you happy. If you do what I say, you will get what you want. I know what you want, Jason,’ she murmured to him. ‘You are afraid, but I will give it to you!’ She took him by the hair and gently led him unwilling to place his lips on her warm pussy. ‘This is what you want, Jason,’ she said over and over. ‘This is what you want, yes… you do as I say… you listen to me… you want what I want… you want this pussy…
‘You watched him fuck me… you saw his manliness, ah… you witnessed him… naked with me… taking my clothes off, pushing my skirt up… he was so hard… you saw me… with him… sopping… horny… I took him in me… he filled me deeply… you sat and watched me… What did you think when you held onto my feet? I know what you thought, yes. You thought, if it was you, how would this feel… how would this be… to see this look in my eyes…to feel your cock throbbing… to know what my flesh feels like… But you did feel it, Jason, you felt it deeply. For you were inside me, in another way – you felt what I felt. When Joshua’s naked cock grew hard against me, and so long inside me… you felt it burning when he climbed onto me. You felt me gushing when he pressed it against me… It made you quiver, Jason, when he took your Lady and with his big, fat cock satisfied her every aching need, you were shaking, you felt it, you felt it too.
‘You held onto my feet, but he held onto me. You clung to my ankles for solace, but he clung to my body with passion. And I swear to you, you will never know what it feels like to take a woman this way, except as my handmaid. You are angry at him? But it is from him that you have this experience, so you should see that he is your friend, and you are my helper. This is what you want, and I want you to have it all, ah… there is much work for you here… there is much to clean up, there will be so much… if you can survive it, you could go to the end. Did you feel it when he filled me with his orgasm? I felt you shudder, and that made me smile. You tried so hard, ha hah, to do your job well (and you did)… And this is your ruin: doing your job just makes this work better. It makes you need his dick – you need it Jason, his and all others (except yours). Because you need what I need, so lick it up, handmaid, until I cum in your mouth – ahh – ahhhh.’ Sarah came very shortly and passed out soon after, drifting to sleep in her large, queen bed.
Other times it was hard for Jason to go back to the boring housework. Doing dishes and mopping the floor was dull and his mind was long since swept up rather by the meaning of Sarah’s words and actions. She was not in the least bit even likable. But she had wounded Jason with his first taste of real pain and no matter what he tried he could not get his resolve up against her. He felt like she’d beaten him totally, but she would disagree. But what more did she want?
‘What more do you want?’ Ana asked her. ‘He cums to the sound of your voice? He cries when you hit him? What is this?’
Ana had woken in the morning to find the boy crying, with Sarah asleep above him. He looked at her but she said nothing. She was nude and looking every part the Slavic goddess. What crossed her mind? The sight of his tears aroused her greatly – she didn’t know why, she only knew what she felt. Peter had done well the night before, the sex was amazing. His penis was wide and long and the two fucked all night. He filled her so deeply that she came many times and she ached to walk now. This made her think, if only she could take this boy outside, she could do something else that would make her feel… something. She motioned to him and he followed her out into the grey morning dew.
‘I still feel drunk,’ she groaned aloud. ‘We will not have sex, but you will take off your clothes,’ she commanded. ‘You know better than to ask why, correct?’ He nodded. The grass was wet and the wind blew cold against him. Soon he was naked on the ground before her.
‘I want to hurt you,’ she told him, taking his face in her hands and holding his mouth, ‘and you are not to make a sound, do you hear? You are to remain absolutely silent – that is the way I want it, okay?’ He only looked down, but did nod.
‘Why do you want to do this to me?’ he dared to ask.
‘Shut up!’ Ana told him, ‘just shut up now.’ But she answered, ‘Because I hate the sight of you, and because I want to the sight of your pain. Something in me when I see you makes me want to smash your face and I can’t stand it anymore, and you need to take it quietly, or it might get bad.’
Whatever bad meant, Ana took him by the face and dragged him onto his knees.
‘Get down,’ she grumbled, with her hands around his neck. He was held up by his arms but she was pushing down until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, then she pushed him flat on the ground, daring him to get up.
‘You think I’m the nice one, don’t you?’ Ana jeered. She lowered herself onto the wet grass until she could rest her face directly in front of his until he could look directly into her bright green eyes.
‘I don’t feel like being nice right now,’ she whispered, ‘but you better be quiet. And everything I ask you, you better say yes. Can you look at me? Why can’t you keep your eyes on mine?’ She spat into his face – landing on Jason’s forehead, it dripped down into his eye. She told him not to blink.
‘So how nice do you think I am going to turn out to be Jason?’ she asked with a bemused turn of her luscious green eyes. ‘ – you think girls are nice? Do you? What about Sarah? Is she nice? What about me? What about your bitch of a mother for bringing a sorry motherfucker like you into the world and leaving him to wander off and find a place like this, and two girls to ruin your life forever? What has Sarah done to you? Do you even know what?’ she chuckled. ‘ – fucked you up for life, little guy. Now I’m gonna fuck you more, naked boy – how do you feel about it? Think you can take it? How far do you think I will go?
‘See I take you by the hair, young man.’ As Ana spoke she wore the biggest grin he had ever seen. ‘And now what will I do with you? I can hold out my fist – see – and what do you think about it? Do you think you are strong? Can you be quiet?’ She felt the heat in her arm as she pulled back and drove her fist into his nose and landed it so hard she felt his face cave in around her sharp knuckles, then watched his sorry face as his blue eyes winced and it contorted into the shambles of dread and resentment.
‘Not so pretty am I now?’ she teased him. ‘Am I pretty?’ she badgered, striking him again until she felt the numb tingle in her shoulder. ‘Tell me I’m your dream girl – right… right?’ With trembling lips he said it. ‘But I don’t want to love you,’ she said, ‘ – I would rather make you hate me. What do you see? More than just a girl – because you are less than just a man. What do you think of that?’ She reached out and pulled his hair with both hands, her steel grip tightening as she dragged him foreword by the roots. He gasped. She sneered at him and took him by the throat and laughed delightedly as she squeezed and watched him crying.
‘I love the way you cry,’ she entrancingly emoted, whispered more – more, more. She dug her thumbs into his neck and watched his weak eyes bulging. ‘And I like when you’re afraid,’ she added. ‘Are you afraid now?’ she asked as her strong thumbs dug deep enough to feel around his windpipe, squeezing it until her hands were weary (she didn’t need an answer). Ana got up on her feet and towered over him. He heard her moaning up above as she thrust her heel against the back of his head, and her other foot underneath his lips, shoving his lips down into it. Then came a blinding thud when she began stomping his head – his ears rang as the blonde girl crushed them one by one and they were hot with his rushing pulse, and finally she was poised with her arched foot grinding his head sideways while the other pried into his mouth, until it became a fierce assault, with his neck trying to brace against her weight, to keep from blacking out, and she seemed from below to be commanding his silence as she used her weight to exhaust him entirely, until not a muscle in his body had a shred of strength left. And she turned him on his back and sat on his chest with her wet pussy on his breast. Ana felt the power and anger as she looked down at him in his weakness and laughed to see without hesitation that she cuffed his head harder and harder until… until… the boy was crying, and what had she made of him? She could not stop herself anymore. She lost control. Nothing could control her slightest urge. She leant down and pried his mouth open with both hands as far as his lips could stretch and spat in them. He remained silent but sobs shook his body as her insulting saliva trickled down his tongue.
‘You are angry,’ Ana observed. She completely disempowered him – he was splayed prone, stripped of dignity or pride. His pride was in her hands and she made a mockery of it. This power made her strong – stronger than anything. She pounded her fist into his chest, just above the heart. His fear also made her strong – she hit him until his ribs were bruised and when this made it hard for him to breathe, she exploited it his enfeebled state. The more afraid she made him the more control she had and she had taken him three degrees beyond terrified as she straddled his virgin face and milked his breathless lips for a pounding orgasm. By beating him into disgrace, Ana felt no shame as the river gushed from her into Jason’s sputtering face. He the man who never felt the inside of a woman was forced to feel it in his eyes, his mouth and nose, and to watch it…
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She is the great siren. As she walks through the silver mist confounding me her jagged black hair wisps round her tall shoulders, she is the aristocrat. Something in her twisting frame calls me – from her hammer of a heart she calls me to her side. The brightness of the day shines through her sea-blue eyes until all other light is gone, and I feel her presence all around me as the smell of her brings summer orchards to my mind. Her light footsteps boldly part the grass as she steps into my heart – I feel her step into my soul as the molecules of her beauty bind themselves to the neurons of my mind, and as I hear her speaking the words trickle down my spine. She speaks in more than words – more than thoughts or phrases. Her will is a presence, as strong and hard as steel and part of, an extension of her comely primacy. Then I am dripping with the music of her voice as her bright eyes hold me prisoner. I cannot look away.
I am standing at her doorstep; behind her is an open field of many acres; there are twenty men about, working on her land. Rebuilding the great mansion, she tells me. All of this is hers. She inhabits this guest house for the time and says her name is Sarah Kordova and she is the master of the house. A blonde haired girl is with her (Ana). I introduce myself as Jason Reading. Sarah walks close enough to stand between me and the guest house. In bare feet she is taller than I, but Ana is the same height. She thought I would be taller. She is not sure I’m fit or mature enough to work with the other men. I cannot guess her age but she and the other girl are somewhat older than I am, but she is young to have this estate. Her parents both are dead, alas. But that was some time now. She makes me uncomfortable. I have never had a woman… she kindles a desire in me… I try to swallow hard. What shall I do then?
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‘How are you, Jason,’ her soft voice taunts him in the darkness. ‘Fine say you?’ The chill wind pries through open window to sting his naked body. Shivering, he looks and sees her staring with a glance that shreds him painfully. No longer the strange beauty, her long body leans over, arching. She uses his desire as a weapon. The sweet scent of her hair intoxicates.
‘Have I not murdered you?’ She pierced him as she spoke. Her touch was deliberate. Her very skin filled him with a needful desire (and she knew it). The salt of her skin was on his tongue – the sensation stung to the deep parts of his mind. The uncommonly beautiful woman has kept him a thoroughly chastised virgin all these thousand nights.
‘Do you not long for death?’ she continued, leaning over until her statuesque breasts brushed against his chest, with her lips against his. ‘You want to touch them, don’t you? Hum. But you cannot. They can touch you. You must endure it – the way they feel, mmm… but you can’t ever, ever have them.’ She lay them on his face until he was burdened with the weight. They were round middle age and taut as a maiden’s. The sweat from her neck dripped down his eyes. His face was wet as she aroused herself at his expense – until the gooseflesh prickled down her svelte torso, and the thought of his anguish thrilled her smiling red lips as her goddess-eyes glistened in the dark and she continued to torment him.
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