Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Victorian Queen

Then the door opens behind him. There is someone stepping forward to stand perfectly hidden behind him so that he knows that someone is standing there towering over him but he isn’t knowing of what the person is prepping to do. Not until he dares to look up to get view. When he does it`s her, the leader draping a velvet black sack of medium size over his head. After which there are more footsteps but these lead away from him over to the far left side of the room.

This side of the large darkly wooden panels room has a enormous drapery of decorated heavy tapestry covering its full width. Yet, all he envisions is his captor`s curves within their muscular athletic woman design. She is strong female body but delicate within their great seduction. She is a vision of modern Athenian beauty with eyes of sapphire blue that accompany tresses of mahogany color threads that plunge to her waistline. These are currently bound for easy of movement and for that collected clean appearance that she is maintaining. That changes once he hears the drapery being drawn open. It changes cause a deeply mature female voice states, “It is time that you allow me to see the events’. I get bored waiting for the newbies to be trained.”

“Yes, my Queen, it will soon begin.” Is spoken in great humility.

“Do you think he has the good stamina? Will he handle more than the first ritual?” Inquires the older female voice in seeking knowledge of what seems to be agenda for things to come.

“Not sure, he is simply a wander into the gardens. He may only be a fun play toy that we must sell to foreign markets.” This is the cool the response of Maximus’s lead captor.

With such spoken it has Maximus mumble, “Stamina. Hell yes.” Then in his mind, he ponders fucking all seven women to then be having more of him left over for this bitch that is new to his understanding of life here at the Victorian house.

“Shame, he is pretty and gets so hard when looking at you. ”Is smoothly stating, as there seems to be a chair pushing aside and then two sets of footsteps leading back to stand to the left of poor Maximus who is still ever helpless.

“Yes, he does, my Queen. But he is worthless for me. Cock does nothing for me anymore.”

“I would still like to watch you tease him. Thus, make it so, and possibly do please me by fucking him for display.” Is sounding in tones of command that are not to be questioned.

With that, Maximus can feel his cock growing harder and beginning to throb in anticipation of getting to fuck a woman who he literally would cut off his thumbs to have sex with. To top it off he is feeling challenged to show her that she will enjoy his cock and that it will be made an unforgettable event.

“Yes, my Queen. It will be as it is to please thee.” With this, there is hearing of footfalls departing but then again there is still movement around Maximus for the air is moving to create a breeze.

"We dream the same dream.” Maximus dares at least to speak.

That brings a sudden boot to his head that sends his body reeling backward to only be yanked into place by chains. These are the chains that still bound him to the floor within submission to anything that is to be done. With that once more the leader of the group stands behind Maximus. As she places collar upon him that seems to Max to be made of similar link chain as his restraints are. It is pulling tight as his damsel creating his distress sternly states "You will be fuck when and by who that I choose, earthly scum.”

Monday, January 7, 2013

Victorian Secrets

"It as been a while." she said with that seductive tone of raw sensual lust that only a woman of high sex drive and kinky experience can truly wield. She said it, as she stood there aiming a high-velocity pistol at his temple while she leans into to almost brush a whispering kiss to his to rest right there under his right ear lobe.

"I have been wishing to fuck....” Then she breathes in his ear so that nothing is audible. That leaves his senses wanting to know more but she then sternly demands 'To your knees you bastard, if you wish to live."

Maximus knows that he has no power. He has no weapon, no rights here and no means to getaway for seven women with pistols surround him. None of which seem willing to be anything less than formable modern combat warrior. That is even if they each are a beautiful princess to look upon. Thus, he is lost to be anything but submissive to the request of the leader for he is found trespassing on private property. So as he is commanded to kneel he understands that this place of a high wooden fence, with a Victorian house encompassing within, is a place that is Heaven and Hell all at the same time.

Within an hour, he is taken within the confines of the house to be kneeling mid room space in what seems to be a meeting room for ceremonies. He isn’t too uncomfortable but yet he is for the hard to climb walls on the outer perimeter have cut his knees and so the kneeling isn’t an easy one. That, however, he has no choice in doing and enduring for the muscled man of thirty-something is powerless. No power or freedom for he is now bound and chained to the four large metal D-rings embedded in the wooden floorboards. So it hits him that he is bound, in begging position and is beaten at the game of peekaboo by seven beautiful warrior women.

He is peeking behind a security fence that is notorious for making trespassers disappear, and is known for only having women enter and leave the premises alive. Beautiful women coming and going as they please. Amazing lively creatures of female goddess like status arriving in limos and sports cars. Beautiful women that often seem to come on weekends when loud music screams from within the house during twilight hours and the only light at darkness is dim candlelight softly glowing out through heavy curtained windows. That is all fine if it wasn’t also true that men just never return from trespassing on the property. With Maximus knowing these facts he isn’t sure if he should be turned on or scared shitless.

Scared is interesting, and he would be more in the depths of fear if he wasn’t hyped on wondering about the way the leader looks at him. Yes, she does look at him in stimulating ways. She, in fact, seems to almost devour him with her stare. A staring that makes his cock instantly twitch and grow harder. Yet, he fights the thought of that to make himself understand that real danger also seems to live here in this place. So in the end, he is still kneeling in an empty room while bound in heavy silk ropes. Consequently, his final thoughts as he hears footsteps behind him are, ‘She never said who she is wishing to fuck.’


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