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Subject: {ASSM} Lilith and Carl (Fdom, Rom.)
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Lilith and Carl
A sequel to
"From Whose Bourne/Lilith"
Please note that this sequel goes n a very different direction than a
sequel being written by Trey Galant.
Copyright 2000 by Homer Vargas. May not be copied or posted without
permission.
Slowly, like an artic dawn, consciousness seeped back into
Carl's addled brain. He attempted to open his eyes, but soon gave up
the effort. He felt weak, as if suffering from a high fever. That
would explain the wild delusions he half remembered. The effort
exhausted him and he drifted back to sleep. The next time he awoke, he
managed to open his eyes fully. Light fell through the window at a
sharp angle, indicating mid-day. Carl was rather proud of himself for
this deduction. He must have been unconscious -- it didn't feel like
mere sleep -- for many hours, or could it be days? He wasn't strong
enough to lift his head, but he could roll it from side to side to gain
some idea of his surroundings.
The bed where he lay was in a rather sumptuous room, heavy curtains,
dark wood, cabinets and chests around the walls. That seemed to rule
out a hospital and injury in an accident. He had been driving last
night, or that night, right? Yes, driving in the storm when the car
broke down. He tried to remember more. The large, dark house, a
woman, he had been warm and safe and then so sleepy. The memory lulled
him and he closed his eyes again and slept.
When Carl awoke the next time he realized he had eaten, or had been
fed. A tray was beside the bed with what looked like the remains of
soup and an empty glass. Morning light entered the room. Another day,
at least, had passed, but he felt stronger. The room was the same, but
different as if it had been tidied up. A hint of perfume hung in the
air, the perfume of the woman who make him feel warm and sleepy and --
that was it -- horny. He remembered her smile, the cleft of her
breasts, the thin gown that clung to her voluptuous body. He
remembered trying not to look at her, but she had wanted him to look;
her smile, her eyes had made him look. It was so confusing and
thinking was difficult. He relented for a while and lay still
absorbing the peace and healing he felt surrounding him.
He was not aware of having slept again, but when he turned over he saw
a different plate on the tray and he was wearing a different pajama.
He felt refreshed, as if he had been bathed. The perfume was stronger
and he sensed it emanated from the other side of the bed, which was
rumpled. He tried again to remember what had happened. Scenes without
before and after floated into his mind. The warmth, feeling cared for,
the woman's strong arms holding him to her breasts. She had cooed as
he suckled her breasts. And she had been on top of him, making love to
him. Later? She had pressed a sweet liquid to his lips and told him to
sleep. He didn't want to drink, didn't want to sleep, but she had
touched his penis and he complied. Drowsiness overtook him and allowed
her to cuddle him close to herself. He had fallen sleep in her arms,
his head buried in her breasts.
Again he awoke without knowing when he slept. The curtains were drawn
closed, but he believed it was day. His strength was definitely
returning. He felt able to sit up. He tried to do so but fell back
immediately, but not from weakness; he realized was tied. Soft cuffs
on writs and ankles were attached to the four corners of the bed by
strong cords. They had sufficient play to allow him to turn to each
side and were not really uncomfortable, but he was restrained. He was
a prisoner!
Panic flared and he again tried to sit up, then to pull hard on the
cords. He only succeeded in setting off a chime alarm. Continued
pulling led to nothing. The chime stopped.
"Good morning, love." Said a recorded voice. "I'm sorry I can't be
with you right now. Please forgive having to restrain you. I want you
to stay with me and I, as I both feared and hoped, taming your has
taken longer than the recovery of our strength. Don't tire yourself in
fruitless struggle, sweet. I've made sure you won't get away from me.
Just relax and in a few days I can release you."
The woman's calm voice, Lilith's voice; he remembered her name, only
set him to more desperate struggle. The chime sounded again.
"Oh, my sweet, I am so sorry to have to do this, but I cannot let you
exhaust yourself. I want your strength for myself, not wasted in
futile struggle. Since you did not follow my advice as to what is good
for you, I must make you take your rest. Do you smell something
different, a little bit sweet? It's just a light anesthetic, darling.
Don't you already feel more relaxed? Sleepy? It's a very special
sleepy gas, honey that should make you feel peaceful and happy and
something else." The voice paused "Breath deeply my love. Are you
feeing good? And horny? Nothing makes a man relax like a good come
darling. If I were there I would make soft sleepy love to you and you
would not be able to hold your eyes open. It's getting bad, isn't it
honey, being so horny. But you don't have my warm wet pussy to
pleasure you, you'll just have to get yourself off."
Carl seemed to shudder with the effort to ignore the seductively
dominant voice that had his prick was twitching helplessly. "No ..
wrong ... naughty," he protested, half consciously.
"No, dear, it cannot be wrong if I tell you to do it. It would be
wrong if you pleasured yourself instead of me. It would be wrong if I
were there and wanted your big cock stuffed up my pussy, filling me
with your thick jism, if I wanted you in my mouth to suck your sweet
cum, or even if I wanted to give you a hand job just to see you squirt
for me. But I'm not there and I want you to masturbate.
Carl's face was set with determination "There's a tube of lubricant
under your pillow, darling. Use a lot of it on your hand; it will made
it so much nicer when you cum for me." Carl lay motionless. "Better
hurry honey. The gas must be making you sleepier and I don't what you
to go to sleep frustrated. Do it darling! You know you need it."
Shaking his head in defeat, Carl reached under the pillow and took out
the tube, squeezing a generous portion onto his hand. Dazed by lust
and the ever-present weakness, Carl did not wonder how the voice seemed
to know what he was doing or to notice the sensors on his body that
could have supplied the answer. He gasped as he took his hard, thick
cock in his slippery hand. The voice took note and spoke, "That's the
way my poor horny darling, slide it up and down. Make it feel good,
sweetie. Make believe it's me pleasuring you. It's my warm wet pussy
that's making you feel so good, so relaxed. That's it, darling, you're
getting closer. So sleepy, so horny, so close. You feel it, don't you
darling. Come ... now ... for ME."
"Lilith, Oh Lilith, Lilith, Lilith" Carl groaned as thick ropes of
jism wet his pajama. His hand fell slack and his head lolled in
unconsciousness. The instruments detected the fall in blood pressure,
the decelerating heartbeat. "Yes, my precious. You've had a good
come. Now you are drained, peaceful and sated. No thoughts, no
frustrations, love. Now you can go to sleep, a deep, deep sleep, my
angel. Sleep ... sleep ...sleep," the voice died away as a faint empty
smile passed over Carl's face. The hiss of subliminal instructions
began again.
*****
This time he felt different when he awoke, stronger and more peaceful.
He looked up the woman came in with a tray. The food was different,
meat, potatoes, a large salad. A carafe of wine sat by the plate.
Without consciously remembering he knew that before he ha eaten only
soups and liquids. She placed the tray on a table by the bed.
"Lilith?" he questioned.
"Shh, love. Eat. Regain strength. Time enough for questions later."
He did as she instructed. He was famished and ate and drank heartily.
"Finish your wine, sweet," she grinned as the last morsels of food
disappeared. He looked at her questioningly. "Go on. What are you
afraid of? That I'll get you tipsy and take advantage of you?" He
accepted the glass from her hand and drank obediently.
"Why this, Lilith" he asked holding up a bound arm.
"Symbolic, my pet. Do you see how you are bound?"
"Silk scarves."
"Could you break them?"
"Yes," he replied confidently.
"Try"
Carl pulled on the scarf tentatively then tensed to snap the flimsy
material. Suddenly his arm grew weak. He could hardly hold it up,
much less free himself. "I can't," he said with a mixture of wonder
and a little fear.
"You can't because you don't really want to. The ties mean you belong
to me. You want to belong to me."
"'Belong?'"
"Yes, you belong to me because I rescued you from the storm. Do you
remember the storm? How terrified you were?"
A storm. Yes he remembered a storm. He supposed he had been
terrified. He nodded.
"And you remember how cold and wet you were? You had nowhere else to
go. I took you in."
Yes, he remembered the wet and cold and this beautiful woman who opened
the door. He nodded.
"We sat on the couch and talked and drank tea. And then do you
remember what happened?"
Carl paused, ashamed of himself. "I got horny," he almost whispered.
"Yes, you couldn't keep your eyes off my tits and kept trying to look
up my gown. You were very horny, weren't you?"
"Yes ma'am," he admitted.
"But I didn't get mad at you, did I?"
"No ma'am."
"Of course not, carl. I know what happens to healthy young men who are
alone in a cozy room with a sexy older woman. You wanted me to fuck
you."
"Not exactly."
She smiled. "Well, of course your male ego at first made you try to
resist. You thought you should take the initiative. But I got you
over that, didn't I. Do you remember how?
Carl could not speak for embarrassment.
"Don't feel ashamed, love. No man can resist a woman after he's eaten
her pussy. You did love eating me, didn't you?"
"Yes ma'am," he agreed.
"That's right, carl. You were so drugged on my pussy juice you were
helpless when I mounted you. You had never had a woman take you from
on top, had you?"
"No ma'am,"
"But you loved it when I made love to you that way? Loved the
helpless, vulnerable feeling of being taken and used?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And that's why you will enjoy being my mate, belonging to me, making
me happy, satisfying my needs."
"Your needs?" a little smile animated Carl's face.
"Oh, that too, my dear. Yes I need a good fuck as much as the next
woman, more, in fact, and I don't always want to be on top. Sometimes
you are going to make me happy with that big prick of yours, just being
my man, pounding me through so many orgasms I loose control. But I was
referring to my other needs, but you will learn more about that in due
course. Fortunately, you do not need to understand to service me. You
did so the night I first took you. Since then I have been nursing your
strength back. I think you are strong enough for another little
feeding."
"'Feeding?'"
"It's an analogy, dear. I need energy, sexual energy. When you
orgasm, I can share it. The stronger you are, the more often you can
satisfy me." She grinned.
"You take my energy?" Carl replied in what would have been a protest
had he been capable of denying this beautiful creature anything.
"But it's my energy, too, carl, because you belong to me, right?
"I guess," he replied, confused.
"And I always make it feel good to give it to me, don't I," she asked
and reached over to touch his half-erect penis.
"Oh, yes!" he gasped as a thrill ran through him.
"Would you like me to feed a little now?"
"Lilith!" he sighed as she continued to fondle him.
"Of course you would, my angle, because I'm making you horny, making
you want to come. But you are still too weak to give me much. Let's
just make this a snack," she giggled. "How do you like this, my
darling?" And without waiting for a reply dropped her mouth on to
Carl's fully erect member. The aroused man could only roar his
pleasure as Lilith's warm wet mouth slid rapidly up and down his
engorged cock. She was not interested in prolonging his orgasm and his
teased body responded rapidly. In seconds Carl was filling Lilith's
mouth with oceans of come, which she skillfully swallowed.
When she felt his final spurt die away, she remove her mouth from his
cock and scurried into the bed with him. Freeing his limbs from the
restraints, gently she kissed him, letting him taste his own come in
her mouth, but Carl was too overwhelmed to respond. "Thank you, my
darling," she whispered. "You were as sweet and I knew you would be.
Now you can rest. Yes, like that. Snuggle close to me; let me take
care of you, my precious. Sleep with me carl. Sleep, my darling, ...
sleep."
To be continued
Comments, please, to
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
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