gaggirl
11-21-2006, 09:51 PM
Part one
After the Dark
The day is named after the goddess of love, and I feel the need again, that hunger, for more of my flesh and soul to be offered up to the Gods, to be raped for my selfish Masters pleasure. The core and dictator of my carnal desires is the addiction that is my Master, which causes such desires I had long ago given up trying to reign in. These desires will always reside in my subconscious.
Usually I wait, in a vain attempt to control this shape shifting thing that makes me act out, but it gets so that the flickering burns me black. My condition can’t be treated with a little slip here and there. A disposition such as mine warrants the regular committing of dangerous indiscretions.
It is late in this day, and I find three handsome warriors in patchy green uniforms drinking in a bar. They are brash, big, men with mean streaks, men conditioned to fighting important wars, used to imposing their will on others.
I watch them have few noisy drinks before I sidle close to them and let them pick up the scent of my noxious seduction, after which I will mercilessly toy with their shallow affections, poke fun a their egos, and make promises I have no intention to keep.
Later, I lure them outside.
The bar is conveniently located close to a nature reserve. When I skip like a child through the trees, my round breasts and high cheekbones flushed pink, long hair shiny, and light olive skin glowing; my eyes beckon them to come get me. Silly boys.
Alas they are too intoxicated. I push them. I cajole. My smiles encourage them. I let them touch me but quickly flit away just out of reach. Though I am breathless from my giddy enjoyment my warriors become increasingly vexed with me. Their frustration matters not, it simply spurs me on.
“Come on, come on” I say.
I badly want them to succeed. But first I must make them hungry.
One of my warriors disappears back onto the street. I smile coyly at the other two, giggling at their feeble attempts to play catch n kiss. They are big and built solid, but much too polite. I want them to take me so badly my skin feels like its melting from my taut muscles.
Cruching his boots on the drought stricken leaves returns the other man. The long thin hollow shiny object is a deadly weapon and it’s in his grasp.
Everything stops.
I don’t even wait for him to point it towards me, I turn and run for my life.
So I run and run and run, my heart thumping in my chest. They are three salivating dogs with sharp canine teeth and ravaging paws, chasing me clumsily, and I’m sure they would rend this purring pussy cat far apart should they catch me. My Master rules that I am to be taken fair and square, so I must not give in, yet do my best to escape my predators.
It takes much creativity on to come up with ways to appease my exacting Master.
You shouldn’t play bad games with crazy men. I tell myself this all the time, but I do enjoy a good sheen of sweat!
I smash through the thick bushes breathing hard, footfalls steady and strong. Mustn’t panic. I don’t hear them behind me anymore. The only thing I hear is the sound of my escape into the reserve. My lungs ache from exhaustion and cold air, so I skulk off the track and find myself a spot in the descending darkness and wait for them to pass.
After the Dark
The day is named after the goddess of love, and I feel the need again, that hunger, for more of my flesh and soul to be offered up to the Gods, to be raped for my selfish Masters pleasure. The core and dictator of my carnal desires is the addiction that is my Master, which causes such desires I had long ago given up trying to reign in. These desires will always reside in my subconscious.
Usually I wait, in a vain attempt to control this shape shifting thing that makes me act out, but it gets so that the flickering burns me black. My condition can’t be treated with a little slip here and there. A disposition such as mine warrants the regular committing of dangerous indiscretions.
It is late in this day, and I find three handsome warriors in patchy green uniforms drinking in a bar. They are brash, big, men with mean streaks, men conditioned to fighting important wars, used to imposing their will on others.
I watch them have few noisy drinks before I sidle close to them and let them pick up the scent of my noxious seduction, after which I will mercilessly toy with their shallow affections, poke fun a their egos, and make promises I have no intention to keep.
Later, I lure them outside.
The bar is conveniently located close to a nature reserve. When I skip like a child through the trees, my round breasts and high cheekbones flushed pink, long hair shiny, and light olive skin glowing; my eyes beckon them to come get me. Silly boys.
Alas they are too intoxicated. I push them. I cajole. My smiles encourage them. I let them touch me but quickly flit away just out of reach. Though I am breathless from my giddy enjoyment my warriors become increasingly vexed with me. Their frustration matters not, it simply spurs me on.
“Come on, come on” I say.
I badly want them to succeed. But first I must make them hungry.
One of my warriors disappears back onto the street. I smile coyly at the other two, giggling at their feeble attempts to play catch n kiss. They are big and built solid, but much too polite. I want them to take me so badly my skin feels like its melting from my taut muscles.
Cruching his boots on the drought stricken leaves returns the other man. The long thin hollow shiny object is a deadly weapon and it’s in his grasp.
Everything stops.
I don’t even wait for him to point it towards me, I turn and run for my life.
So I run and run and run, my heart thumping in my chest. They are three salivating dogs with sharp canine teeth and ravaging paws, chasing me clumsily, and I’m sure they would rend this purring pussy cat far apart should they catch me. My Master rules that I am to be taken fair and square, so I must not give in, yet do my best to escape my predators.
It takes much creativity on to come up with ways to appease my exacting Master.
You shouldn’t play bad games with crazy men. I tell myself this all the time, but I do enjoy a good sheen of sweat!
I smash through the thick bushes breathing hard, footfalls steady and strong. Mustn’t panic. I don’t hear them behind me anymore. The only thing I hear is the sound of my escape into the reserve. My lungs ache from exhaustion and cold air, so I skulk off the track and find myself a spot in the descending darkness and wait for them to pass.