Camilla and her parents got in their car and they drove to the house of Richard. Richard was her father’s business partner. Peter, her Dad, said,” You look absolutely beautiful today, honey. You don’t wear dresses but it seems like if you do then the hearts of the men and the boys are going to be trampled on soon enough.”
“Daaaad,” mock shouted Camilla as she felt her cheeks aflame at her father’s comments while her mother only laughed.
“Today is your day, baby, and just remember to enjoy. I have told Richard not to go over t
Camilla tried hard to keep her pussy from juicing even though she was tightly bound and partially in sub space. With her legs forced sensually apart with the leg spreader just the feeling of the cool air on her bare pussy was a turn on. She was so frustrated being unable to move that she felt hot tears fill her eyes once again.
Two months later"I saw that," He said to her, and she blushed deeply at having been caught. He had ordered her never to make eye contact with another man, and only with Him when He had directed her to do so. This seemed a simple rule to follow; a fair display of her modesty. And it is not only that she looks, but how she looks. Her bedroom eyes, that she knows full well she uses to seduce man, much the way she had looked at Him the first time. The look that says "oh how I would love to fuck you, even if my lips do not declare it." What point was it for her to belong to Him, if in her mind she allowed herself to belong to anyone? Betrayal only begins in the mind, and for Him that is betrayal enough. But if she so chose to act like the whore of any man than He could treat her as such."Perhaps I have been selfish with you. You obviously desire to be a whore so completely that anyone should be able to take you," He said."No, Master. No," she pleaded, in h
He lifted her over His shoulder and carried her to the table in the center of the room, laying her down on her back; and with that He requested the help of four men to hold her down. They pinned her at each shoulder and pressed her knees apart, baring her sex to the view of the room; and at this time everyone had quieted to watch her punishment begin.She could not move, and this was shameful in that she could not even be proud in her desire to submit to her punishment, because if restricted what choice did she have? But soon she would learn this was in fact a mercy on His part.But no, he was not so merciful as to solely punish this girl without sharing her offense with the crowd, and now she was surrounded by the disapproving noises and hard glares from many in the room, and again she was crying but even so she knew she should not cry for what they thought of her, and this is why she was here in the first place. Only His opinion should matter, and had she act
Percival had just risen from his sleep. Despite of what lores spoke and said that vampires did and did not, they might have slept in coffins earlier but now, they did not. He rose with a slight sensation of fear that chilled him even more than usual. This was not something that happened to him every single evening that he woke up when the sun set down.The dusk comes as a promise of starlight, of those brilliant pearls of the nighttime that sit as if cushioned upon pure black velvet. Dusk comes to bring us moonlight, to the time of reflection upon the day passed and awaiting day to be renewed by the light of the sun. It is when the birds sing goodnight until the stars bid them to dream under-wing. Each hue deepens in noble solemnity, finding unity in the night.The trees are crazy silhouettes against a newly silver sky, its blue hue almost gone until dawn. Their branches sway in the wind, creaking into the gusting air. The first sound of the nocturnal animals comes, a
Give me that dawn declared by the cockerel's calling, give me the moments that stretch out with each stirring of leaf and grassy wand. For then on that farm, cozy with dreams that fly through the rafters to the sky above, I can awake and keep my dreams with me until the stars return once more. The sky was a billion pure eyes of light and the grass green underfoot, it was as if night and day had become one beautiful moment. Dawn had come.Camilla had woken up in the morning just before dawn like she had been trained all these months. She should not be feeling happy but she was slightly more excited that today Master was going to take her down to the Pack House where she was going to stay. He had told her that she had been trained well enough so that she could hold on her own. He had also said that the full moon night was supposed to be a very beautiful night of joining his pack family. So Camilla cleaned the house and then cooked breakfast just like Master Alpha
She could not keep her mind of the mysterious man at the party. She would swear that he was making eye contact with her purposely. Their eyes would meet across the crowded room and he would run his tongue along the tips of his fangs. A simple movement, and yet so very erotic. Still even now, she could feel his presence entering her very soul, enticing her, tempting her. Her blood was rushing through her body to her most sensitive areas. Her nipples and clit grew painfully hard, imagining him touching her.She had been standing on the balcony overlooking the garden. It was full of beautiful blood red roses. The smell of the flowers was drifting up as she savored the aroma. She imagined walking through the garden and her mystery man pushing her up against one of the stone pillars. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, kissing, nibbling, and biting her neck. She knew that anyone standing near could tell she was turned on. Her own musty scent was waving like flames through th
Her coming in the pack house was not that an important affair as Camilla had hoped that it would be. And there she saw that Richard was also there. Which meant that he was also a part of the commune in which these men lived. She was soon going to understand how wrong she was in thinking that.Her pain which she had kept hidden all these months flared up again as if someone had scourged her wounds and rubbed salt on them. But she did not have the time to linger and see who more were there.“There is a room in the basement which will be yours. It is barred and shall be locked every night for your own safety,” said a woman in a dry tone. She was so beautiful to gaze at and her voice was cultured but it seemed that there was something feral as well which was lurking at the back of her mind.Camilla remembered what she had been said and nodded with her eyes cast down.“I have seen girls like you, coming and going from here. They come in kicki
It was late in the afternoon when the ancient bus dropped the three girls at the market place. They loaded up with supplies for the party. Lots of bottled water. A couple of bottles of the strong local rum, to get them in the mood. Some fruit.All three were 18 years old, on their gap year before starting college. Mel was a tall blond, whose slender waist made her breasts look even bigger than they were. Her skin, after three months of sunbathing, was a deep brown. She had decided that the most important thing about her gap year was to enjoy herself. She had a boyfriend in England, but she was sure that he had no plans to stay celibate for the year. Nor did she.Her friend Angie was a tall black girl. Her strict, church-going parents had prevented her from seeing boys without a chaperone and she had been making up for lost time since leaving England. Her long legs and large breasts made sure that she had no lack of opportunity. Shelagh was a slim redhead with g