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Subject: {ASSM} Lilith/From whose Bourne no Traveler Returns... (MC Fdom)
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Author: Homer Vargas, Trey Gallant
Title: Lilith/From Whose Bourne No Traveler Returns
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Summary: A stormy night, a seductive older woman, does
Carl stand a chance? 
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 11/14/99
Last Edited 12/28/01

The following are two halves of a story, or twin
stories, Siamese twins, perhaps, or a single story
told from two different points of view and
sensibilities.  Two authors have collaborated but each
taken the same tale in different directions.  Read it,
them, as a literary experiment.


Story 1 "From whose Bourne no Traveler Returns..." (MC
Fdom)
by Trey Gallant and Homer Vargas

The rain lashed the windshield.  Carl cursed as the
engine began running rough.  "Damn it, car, don't DO
this to me!"  Ever since he had gotten that bad tank
of gas, contaminated with water and rust, his fuel
lines had been clogging at unpredictable intervals. 
He peered through the sheets of falling water as the
motor began to miss, looking for a place he could pull
off the road.  Less than 20 miles from the city, but
there seemed to be no sign of civilization along the
two-lane rural road.  Wait.  There was an entrance
drive!  He turned into the drive just as the car died,
and coasted to a stop at the side of the pavement.  

Carl sighed in frustration.  The house was set back a
long way from the road, and it was raining like a
sonofagun.  But there was no help for it, it was
useless to wait here.  He could only hope that the
people in the stately home on the hill would let him
in to call the auto club. He was going to get soaked
as it was just walking up the drive.  

He was completely drenched and chilled to the bone by
the time he rang the doorbell.  Even if he hadn't
been, the vision which greeted his eyes as the door
opened would have left him speechless.  She was tall
and slender, yet voluptuously curved.  She looked as
if she had stepped out of a Milt Cantif illustration
from 1940;  the Dragon Lady from Terry and the
Pirates, perhaps.  She was fair, almost pale skinned,
but with raven hair and dark mysterious eyes.  She
wore a black satin night gown, floor length, with a
black satin robe, open down the front.  Her hair was
arranged in a manner not fashionable for fifty years,
yet somehow entirely appropriate for her.  She wore no
lipstick, but her eyes were heavily made up, and her
brows plucked to thin arches.  He did a double take;
her eyes were not made up:  they had the appearance
naturally that other women tried to imitate with
makeup.  

"Yes?" she said, after a pause.  Carl came to himself
with a start. He must have been staring at her for
several seconds.  She smiled with amusement.  

"My car broke down."  He gestured towards the gate of
her drive, not sure if she could see it through the
storm.  "I wonder if I could use your 'phone to call
the auto club?"  

"They warn us that a single woman alone should not let
a strange man into her house," she replied in a
teasing tone.  "And the traveler in distress is the
most transparent ploy..."  She had the hint of an
accent, mysterious and unidentifiable.  She didn't
look in the least bit apprehensive.  

"Yes, ma'am.  This whole situation is right out of a
B-movie script. Could you call them for me, then? 
Here is my membership card with my member number. 
Tell them I'll wait for them in my car.  It's a
gray..."  

"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle
impatiently.  "I am in no danger from you, but you are
likely to catch your death if you stand out in the
rain any longer!"  She stepped aside and opened the
door fully.  

Carl did not hesitate, but quickly entered, glad to
get out of the cold and wet.  He found himself in an
entrance hall, with a gleaming white tiled kitchen off
to his left, and a living room/parlor before him.  A
darkened hall led off to the right.  The living room
was furnished in white:  deep carpets, plush
overstuffed furniture.  A fire burned in a white brick
fireplace.  Music was playing softly on a stereo
system with powerful speakers;  although the volume
was low, he could feel the bass line.  

"You cannot stand there dripping on my carpet.  Go
into the kitchen and remove those wet things.  I will
bring you something to wear."  She disappeared down
the dark hall.  Carl gratefully went into the kitchen,
took off his coat and draped it over a chair.  He
removed his shoes, then hesitated.  Someone, it had to
be his hostess, tossed him a large, fluffy towel
through the kitchen door.  She laughed, "Go on!  Get
undressed!  I will not look.  Dry off!"  

Carl blushed, but disrobed and dried himself.  Then he
wrapped the towel around his body.  It was almost big
enough to serve as a toga. Just as he was finished
tucking the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place,
the mysterious beauty returned with a white terry
cloth kimono. Coincidence?  Or had she been watching,
discretely?  "Here," she said, not unsympathetically,
handing him the robe.  "Put this on.  I will make you
some tea and join you in the living room."  

He donned the robe, and went into other room.  While
he was in the kitchen, the lights had been turned
down, and the music had changed to something soft and
dreamy, vaguely oriental sounding, very quiet but with
a slow, pulsing bass.  "Sit down and make yourself
comfortable," his hostess called from the kitchen.  "I
have turned up the heat, to help take the chill out of
your body."  

Carl sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions
of the over stuffed couch with a sigh.  The warmth of
the room and the sensuous feel of the velvety pile
coaxed him into relaxing.  He put his head back,
heeding the music's invitation to let go.  

He must have closed his eyes for a moment, because the
next thing he knew, his hostess was sitting beside
him, one leg curled up under her so she was facing
him.  She held a faintly steaming mug, which she
handed him with a smile.  "Comfortable?  Good.  I want
you to feel comfortable. Here, drink this."  

He swallowed a gulp of the fluid, a herbal tea he
judged by taste, somewhere between hot and warm. 
Almost immediately he felt its soothing effect spread
through him, relieving the chill and stiffness of the
drenching he had gotten.  He glanced at the woman over
the rim.  Her robe was open, and flowed behind her. 
The skirt of her gown was slit to the hip, and she was
sitting in a posture that appeared calculated to open
it and display her smooth, shapely legs.  The neckline
of the black satin gown was disconcertingly low, and
contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom.  He
realized he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her
face.  She saw his confusion, and smiled.  

"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet
amusement.  "Finish your tea.  Relax.  I want you to
feel comfortable."  

"I didn't mean to stare," he stammered, then sipped 
more of the herbal brew to cover his embarrassment.   
 

"It really is all right," she stated.  "I want you to
feel comfortable looking at me.  Relax and feel free
to look at me."  

Carl blushed furiously.  To put the best face on his
confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically.  She
laughed musically and placed one hand on his thigh.  

"No, truly!  I would not dress like this unless I
wanted men to look at me.  I like having men look at
me.  I like having you look at me." She smiled and
leaned her face in her other hand, resting that elbow
on the back of the couch.  She gazed steadily into his
eyes as she continued speaking.  "You do enjoy looking
at my breasts, do you not?"  She did not remove her
hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards
his crotch.    

"Er...yes, yes I admit I do," Carl replied nervously. 


"Yes," she repeated with mock coyness.  "I can tell
you do," she went on, letting her fingers trail across
his groin.  "I believe looking at my cleavage is
getting you turned on.  Do not be embarrassed. It
happens all the time when I show men my breasts.  I
like it when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom. 
I like it even better when he peeks up my skirt as you
are doing.  What is your name?" she said, abruptly
changing the subject.  

"Ah...huh?  Oh, Carl." he stammered.  "My name is
Carl...."  

"Carl." she interrupted.  "That's a nice name, a
comfortable name. You are comfortable here with me,
aren't you, Carl?"  She slipped her hand inside the
robe he was wearing and grazed her fingertips down his
bare thigh.  

"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, trying not to show
just how disconcerted he really was.  He tried to meet
her eyes, but her gaze was so intense, and the pull of
her low neckline was so strong, that he kept looking
down into the shadowed cleft between her creamy
breasts.  

"You are not telling me the truth," she smiled. 
"Relax, Carl. Like most men, you are a little bit
afraid of me.  I am a mysterious, sexy woman and I am
wearing clothes that are designed to make you look at
me. I think this negligee with its low neckline
intimidates you.  Perhaps you are worried that I might
seduce you and take advantage of you.  After all, the
lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy.  We are all
alone with no one to see what I am doing to you.  I
could caress you and you would become hopelessly
aroused."  Her palm rested warmly against the inside
of his thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in
little circles, barely touching his skin.  "Are you
nervous because I could make you have sex with me
against your will?"  

"Yes...," Carl answered abstractedly, his eyes and
mind elsewhere.  

"Well, you are right to be concerned.  It would be
easy, so very easy to manipulate your mind to take
advantage of you.  But do not worry, Carl. Relax.  I
never make love to a man against his will.  I do not
take a man until I have gotten him very, very willing.
 If I fuck you, I will make sure you really want it
first.  So make yourself comfortable, and just put
those fears out of your mind."  

"All right...," he murmured compliantly, even though
some portion of his mind knew that he should not.  

"I will help you to forget your fears.  Just relax. 
You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist
and unfastened the robe.  She smiled a little, twisted
smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his
lap.  She began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch. 
"We will just talk.  You can tell me anything, and
listen carefully to everything I say."     

"Uh, ma'am.  You shouldn't... Please don't do that!"  

"Why?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she
replied.  "Do you not like my hand there?  Doing
this?"  

"Aahh...yes.  But it is getting me aroused!"  

"I know.  That is the point.  Your manhood is already
growing so big and strong!  You are experiencing a
surge of sexual energy."  

 "But..."  

"Do not fight it.  It is for your own good, Carl.  You
must be completely open with me.  Open to me.  I want
you aroused.  Getting a man aroused makes him docile
and obedient.  Does not my playing with your penis
make you feel like doing anything I tell you?"  

"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Carl sighed.  

"Good.  Very good.  Now close your eyes and tell me
everything about yourself," she commanded.  

"Oh, yes, Ma'am," Carl murmured as her hand on his
cock slowly put him in a pleasant, dreamy mood.  His
eyelids drifted shut.  He heard her voice, as if from
far away, asking him questions:  his name, where he
lived, his friends and family, his job....  He heard
his voice answering. Eventually, exactly what she
asked and what he replied became confused,
meaningless.  It became unimportant, impossible to
follow anyhow in the hazy sensual fog that seemed to
surround him, permeate him.  Finally, he heard her say
"Open your eyes, carl."  It was odd, but somehow he
could HEAR the lower case initial letter, turning his
name into a diminutive.  

Reluctantly, he let his eyes flutter open.  She was
sitting as before, gazing intently into his face from
up close.  Her perfume was a fragrant cloud enveloping
him, making his head swim.  He barely noticed that his
robe was completely open, and the towel unwrapped.  He
did notice a curious lassitude.  He could barely move.
 His head felt light and his body felt heavy and
floating at the same time.  

"What happened, Ma'am?" he asked.  "And what IS your
name?  I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."  

"You can call me Lilith, for now," she replied.  "And
what happened is what is continuing to happen, what I
am going to continue to do." She continued to caress
his manhood, which was by now quite engorged and
erect.  

"What are you doing to me, Lilith?" he pleaded,
feeling helpless and confused.  

"Do you not know, carl?  You Americans have forgotten
so much history and folk lore.  It makes you so
vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of."  She smiled
triumphantly.  Her teeth were very white, and her lips
had become rosy and full.  Not lipstick, he saw;  her
lips had changed color while he was...while his eyes
were closed.  "To begin with, I drugged you.  The tea
of course.  You really should not accept food or drink
from strangers, you know."  He struggled to sit up; 
it was extraordinarily difficult, he was so dizzy. 
She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare
chest, easily pushing him back down.  She began to
play with his nipples.  "And then I aroused you, as I
am still doing, and cast a spell over you so.  You
would say I hypnotized you."  

"But why?" Carl gasped.  

"Why?"  Lilith tossed her hair back.  "Because I can. 
Because I feed off the sexual energy of men who are
careless enough to let me seduce them.  Do you know
what a succubus is?"  She slipped off her robe,
leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush
body.  

"Some kind of demon of lust," Carl answered,
struggling to comprehend and resist what was going on.
 

"That is the medieval definition," Lilith responded
scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you. 
According to your Prof. Gould, our two kinds must even
have had a common ancestor in the distant past;  I
could even have your child.  We will have sex."  She
smiled wickedly.  "That is how I feed, you know.  I
will arouse you until you cannot resist me, and then I
will take you, and drain all that excess sexual power
that I need. If I had not told you, you would not have
noticed.  You would just have a hazy memory of having
enjoyed some amazing sex.  Of course, you would have
been completely exhausted for a week or more, but you
would have recovered, none the wiser."  

"Why are you telling me this, then?" Carl said.  A
chilling suspicion began to grow in the back of his
mind.  

"I need to draw on a man's sexual energy at frequent,
regular intervals.  Until he passed away, I had a
slave who gave it to me several times a month.  Since
then, I have not been able to get it nearly often
enough.  It is dangerous to pick up a new lover every
week.  There are too many diseases out there now.  And
it is so hard to get good help these days.  It takes a
staff to run a house like this, you know."  She ran
her fingers through his hair, almost tenderly.  "Now
let me have my way with you.  I will make you enjoy it
so much that after only one night with me, you will
become my private servant and devoted lover.  You have
what I need, and now I have you, carl.  And I am going
to make sure you enjoy serving and feeding me."  

"Lilith!" he protested.  "You can't do...I won't..."  

"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold
of his cock again and starting to rub it more
vigorously, but deliciously.  "Do not say silly
things.  I know what I can do to you, and what I have
done to you.  I am a succubus, and I have gotten
inside your mind.  After our little chat, I understand
you completely.  I know your weaknesses and how to
take advantage of them.  I know how to turn you on,
carl, whether you want to be or not.  Like most human
men, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a
woman.  With me, you are going to get your wish."  

"No, Lilith, I don't want that!" he protested.  "I
won't let you..."  

"Yes, carl, domination.  Enthrallment.  I can make you
screw me any time I want you to.  And since I have not
had a man in several days, I want you now!"  She arose
from the couch in a fluid movement.  "You will watch
me closely while I remove my gown."  She shrugged her
shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the floor.  Her
pale flesh gleamed in the dim light.  "Seeing me naked
is arousing you intensely.  You are becoming very
excited.  Having intercourse with me is part of the
spell.  I will put you into a trance that will make
you do anything I say."  

"I won't let you do that," he objected.  

"Yes, you will.  I am going to use a drug on you that
will destroy your mind's defenses against my control,
and permit me to do as I wish with you.  It is a
powerful drug that will put you into a deep, deep
sleep."  She moved back to the couch and knelt beside
him.  

"What drug?" Carl said skeptically.  He seemed to be
regaining some control of his speech and thoughts,
enough to know he was in serious trouble.  This woman
might not be the creature of legend she claimed to be,
but she was clearly very dangerous.  However,
voluntary control of his limbs was creeping back into
his body, as the effects of the doped tea faded.  If
he could just stall her long enough...  

Lilith laughed.  "We succubae have been using it to
make men succumb for eons.  Men know and fear its
power.  It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug
that can make a man a slave to the woman who gives it
to him.  But when a female of my kind offers a dose to
a man, he cannot help taking it.  You cannot help
taking it.  You will let me give it to you." She began
stroking his penis again, with one hand, while she
caressed his face, his shoulders and chest with the
other.  "Men let us drug them because you enjoy too
much the way we administer it."  She smiled
triumphantly.  

"Lilith, stop!" he pleaded.  

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she teased, as she
teased his cock with her supple fingers.  "We give you
the drug with our pussies, carl.  I secrete a mind
controlling hormone from between my legs.  It is
absorbed by your penis when you make love to me.  It
seeps into your blood and flows to your brain.  It
makes you do anything I say.  You will like this drug.
 You love the way I drug you.  You will come back for
it often. You will have to keep coming back to me
again and again for additional doses.  Look at my
breasts!"  Her tone changed as she changed the
subject, confusing him further.  "I want you to kiss
my tits."  She flaunted her bosom inches from his
face.  He could see her nipples, proudly erect, so
close to his lips.  "Kiss them," she coaxed.  "Lick
them.  Suck on them."  

 A languor arose from her hand stroking his prick and
spread through his body and mind, making further
resistance unthinkable.  She slipped one hand to the
back of his neck and drew his face to her bust.  He
moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous bosom. 
His obedient mouth found her nipple.  

"Ah... that is...so nice," the seductress sighed, her
voice deepening with lust and hunger.  "You do that
very well.  As I knew you would.  I am getting such a
lovely buzz on."  She moved to straddle his lap.  "I
do not do this just to feed on your energy, you know,
nor even just to enslave you.  I also have a voracious
sexual appetite."  She guided the head of his prick
between her vaginal lips.  "You have done very well. 
And now I am going to give you the reward you deserve
and now long for."  It felt to him as if her nether
lips reached out and sucked his cock inside her. 
"Best of all, you do not have to do a thing.  Just lie

back and let me do the work.  Feel my pussy close
around your cock.  Feel it go up and down the shaft of
your manhood.  You like it like this. Up...and down,
taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From
now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make
you love it. It is so easy, carl.  You like the way I
fuck you.  My pussy goes up...and down...up...and
down...deeper and deeper... It is so relaxing, carl.
You are going to close your eyes and surrender to the
pleasure I am giving you.  Close your eyes and let me
fuck you...fuck you..."  

"No, Lilith," he protested with the last of his
strength and will. He was almost overwhelmed by the
sensual pleasure, but his instinct for self
preservation resisted this soft assault on his
autonomy.  "You're trying to hypnotize me!"  

"I am not just trying, carl.  I am doing it again.  I
put you into a medium trance while we were talking
right after you came in.  I used post hypnotic
suggestion to leave you weak and easy to sexually
arouse.  Now you are going under my spell again.  Each
time I fuck you, it will get easier to take you under
my control, the control that you will come to crave. 
Now be still and let me continue."  

"No," he moaned vainly.  

"Yes, carl.  This feels too good to resist.  You are
getting weak, sinking into my power.  You cannot stay
awake.  Close your eyes, my pet, and let me fuck you. 
You are going to fall asleep in my arms, carl. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake you
will be my helpless, powerless slave.  You will forget
all about your former life.  You will not need to
think about anything but pleasing me.  Serving me,
feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, carl.
 Now just relax while my cunt goes up and down on your
cock and puts you to sleep...up...and down...fucks
you...up...and down...putting you to sleep...up...and
down...deeper...up...and down...puts you to
sleep...fucks you to sleep...fucks you...to sleep..." 


His consciousness narrowed to the incredible sensation
in his loins.  Her voice seemed to fade into a soft,
soothing sound in the background.  Slowly she rode him
towards an orgasm. When it came, he felt as if it were
being drawn out of him, rather than the bursting forth
he was accustomed to.  As he climaxed, he could sense
her reaching out with her own energy field, the
immaterial part of her enveloping and absorbing his
sexual energy, his elan vital, feeding on it, as her
body fed on his cum.  Then his mind dwindled to
oblivion, like a spark dying away to darkness.

The end?
Comments are welcomed at vargas111@yahoo.com com or
treygallant@netscape.net 


Story 2 "Lilith"
By Homer Vargas and Trey Gallant

The wind and rain lashed the windows of the stately
house on the hill in the country-side.  Through the
clamor of the storm, Lilith heard a car's engine begin
to sputter and miss.  Few women could have caught the
sound over the storm rattling the windows, but her
hearing was more acute than any ordinary woman's.  All
her senses -- and her urges -- were.  And those senses
informed her that as the auto turned off the road into
her driveway and its motor died, leaving it to coast
to a stop near her entrance gate.

She was not expecting any company.  She had dressed
for the evening in negligee, as the French used to
say, suitable for a night alone.  But also for a tete
a tete, she smiled.  Always be prepared, she chuckled.
 Her house was set back a long way from the road, and
it was raining torrents.  Out here, forty miles from
the city there were no near neighbors.  There was no
help for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would
have to come up the drive to her door, and hope she
would let him in to call for a tow truck.  He was
going to get soaked, walking that far.  Or she?  No,
somehow Lilith knew it would be a male, a young male. 
A handsome and virile young male, she smiled, nostrils
wide with excitement.  Somehow, whenever her hunger
reached this level, a prey appeared.  Her nerves
tingled in expectation, and her hunger stirred.  It
would take him a few minutes to make his way here. 
More than enough time to prepare.

She opened her satin robe, black as her hair, exposing
the shorter night gown of the same material.  She
appraised her appearance in the mirror in the hall,
noting with approval how the gown and robe set off her
fair, almost pale skin.  Her eyes were dark,
mysterious; many women tried to imitate the effect
with make-up.  She needed none.  Her ensemble clung to
her slender yet voluptuous figure.  Her bosom was twin
snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between. 
This would do very well.  Experience gave her
confidence in her powers.

She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang. 
She let it ring a second time -- she wanted him to
feel like a supplicant -- then opened the door.  She
studied the young man standing there while her
appearance had its desired effect on him.  He was well
made, better than she had hoped.  His face was
ruggedly strong rather than handsome.  No little
intelligence, and even more strength of character
looked out of his blue eyes.  His hair was wetly
plastered to his head; she could not judge the color. 
In spite of being miserably drenched and cold, he
radiated vigor and vitality.  She suppressed an urge
to lick her lips.  She could not have chosen better. 
His stunned reaction indicated a healthy masculine
heterosexuality.  Very good.  This would make her task
easier ... and more pleasant.  She allowed him to
stare for a few seconds longer.

"Yes?" she said finally.  He came to himself with a
start.  He seemed embarrassed by his speechlessness,
as if it was the fault of his rudeness rather than her
calculated effort.  She eyed him with amusement.

"My car broke down."  He gestured towards the gate of
her drive, although human eyes probably could not see
it through the storm.  "I wonder if I could use your
'phone to call the auto club?"

"They warn single women alone never to let a strange
man into her house," she replied in a teasing tone. 
"And the traveler-in-distress is the most transparent
ploy ..."  She should know; she had used it often
enough in the past herself.  Her accent reflected her
long cosmopolitan life.  Of course she did not show
the least sign of apprehension.

"Yes, Ma'am," the distressed traveler answered, taking
her at her word.  "This whole situation is right out
of a B-movie script.  Could you call them for me,
then?  Here is my membership card with my member
number. tell them I'll wait for them in my car.  It's
a gray..."

"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle
impatiently.  His misplaced gallantry would spoil her
plans.  "I'm in no danger from YOU.  You can take you
chances with me," she chuckled, "but you're likely to
catch your death if you stand in the rain any longer!"
 She stepped aside and opened the door fully.

He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad
to get out of the cold and wet.  They were in the
entrance hall, with the gleaming white tiled kitchen
off the right, and the living room/parlor straight
ahead. The darkened hall to the left led to her
boudoir.  Why on Earth had THAT word popped into his 
mind?  The living room was furnished in white: deep
carpets, plush overstuffed furniture.  A fire burned
in the white brick fireplace and mixed with the smell
of oak was incense of  a most peculiar sort.  Music
was playing softly in the background; although the
volume was low, one could feel the bass line from the
powerful speakers.

"Heavens!  Don't just stand there dripping on my
carpet, my young friend" she smiled.  "Go into the
kitchen and get out of those wet things.  I'll bring
you something to wear."  She went down the hall to the
linen closet.  From her vantage point in the dark, she
watched him.  He went into the kitchen, took off his
coat and draped it over a chair.  He removed his
shoes, then hesitated.  She returned to the foyer and
tossed him a large, fluffy towel through the kitchen
door. She laughed.  "Go on!  Get undressed!  I won't
peek," she lied.  "Dry off!"

He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed
as instructed and dried himself.  She busied herself
preparing the living room for the next stage,
surreptitiously looking in on him as he finished and
wrapped the towel around his body.  When he had tucked
the ends in to secure the bath sheet in place, she
returned as if by coincidence with a white terry cloth
kimono.  "Here," she said not unsympathetically,
handing him the robe.  "Put this on.  I'll make you
some tea and join you in the living room."

He donned the robe and went into the other room. 
While he was in the kitchen, she had turned down the
lights, and changed the music to something soft and
dreamy, vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a slow
pulsing base.  "Sit down and make yourself
comfortable," Lilith called to him from the kitchen. 
"I've turned up the heat, to help take the chill out
of you."

She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery
and soft cushions of the over-stuffed couch with a
sigh.  The warmth of the fire, the sensuous feel of
the velvety pile and the music would coax him into the
mood she wanted.  She saw him hesitate, them put his
head back, giving in to the music's invitation to let
go.  She smiled to herself and put the kettle on. 
Soothing and mildly sedative herbs were ready in an
infusion bag.  She let the implied suggestions she had
implanted in the living room music take effect while
the kettle boiled and the brew steeped.  When it had
reached the right strength and temperature, she poured
a cup for him, and returned to the living room.

His eyes were closed as she expected.  She sat by his
side, curling one leg up under her so she was facing
him, regarding him for a few moments.  Her nostrils
flared.  He would do; he would more than do.  Sensing
her presence, he blinked, and raised his head to look
at her.  She handed him the faintly steaming mug with
a smile.  "Comfy?  Might as well make the best of it 
Look's like you're stuck here with me for a while, so
you might as well feel at home.  Here, drink this."

Her fingers lightly brushed his own as she handed him
the mug.  He sipped the sweet fragrant liquid,
somewhere between warm and hot, to encourage him to
drink.  It was delicious.  He sipped again.  As she
watched, she could almost see its soothing effect
speed through him, relieving the chill and stiffness
of the drenching he had received, as it gently relaxed
his muscles, stirred his passions, and beguiled his
defenses.  He glanced at her over the rim of the cup. 
Her robe was open and flowed behind her.  The gown was
slit to the hip, and she had seated herself in a
position calculated to open it and subtly display her
smooth, shapely legs.  The neckline of her gown was
disconcertingly low, and contrasted strikingly with
her milk white bosom.  He realized he was staring, and
jerked his eyes up to her face. She saw his confusion,
and smiled again.

"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet
amusement.  "Finish your tea.  Relax.  I want you to
feel comfortable here."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered,
then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his
embarrassment.

"It really is all right," she assured him.  "It is
hard not to look at me, isn't it?  Don't worry, If
looking at me helps you relax and feel comfortable, be
my guest."

He blushed furiously.  How sweet, she thought, to find
a man who can blush these days.  Plainly to cover his
confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically.  She
laughed musically and placed her right hand on his
thigh.

"Would I dress like this if I didn't want men to look
at me.  I LIKE the reaction.  Especially of a nice
YOUNG man."  She smiled and leaned her face in her
left hand, resting that elbow on the back of the
couch.  She gazed steadily into his eyes as she
continued speaking.  "And you do enjoy looking at my
breasts, don't you?"  She did not remove her hand from
his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his
crotch.

"Er...yes, yes I ... I do," he admitted nervously.

"Of course you do," she repeated with mock coyness. 
"I can tell," she went on, trailing her fingers across
his groin.  "I believe looking at my cleavage could
even be getting you a little bit turned on.  Don't be
embarrassed.  It happens frequently when I show young
men my breasts.  I like it when a man cannot keep his
eyes off my bosom.  I like it even better when he
tries to peek up my gown as you are doing."  His eyes
dropped to her lap in response to the implicit
suggestion.  "Trying to see if I have on panties?" she
teased.  She didn't, of course, and his eyes were
riveted to the narrow gap at the top of the slit in
her gown by the hint of a confirming glimpse.  She
reached out and took the now empty cup from his
unfeeling fingers.  "Tell me your name," she said,
abruptly changing the subject.

"Ah...my name?   Oh, Carl," he stammered, blinking and
dragging his eyes back up to meet her own.  "My name
is Carl..."

"Carl," she interrupted.  "That's a nice name, an
easy, pleasant name.  You like being here with me,
don't you, Carl?  Not waiting for an answer, she put
the cup down on the coffee table, and slipped her hand
inside the robe he was wearing, grazing her fingertips
down his bare thigh.  "Are you feeling relaxed and
comfortable, Carl?"

"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, clearly trying not to
show just how un-comfortable he really was.  He tried
to return her steady look, but her gaze was too
intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so
strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the
shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.

This was too good!  This delectable morsel was
struggling, not to defend himself from seduction by a
dangerous woman, but to be a gentleman.  Such
innocence!  Such naivete!  Such a hunk!  She could
feel her pussy grow moist in anticipation of the
feeding.

"I don't think you are telling me the truth, Carl,"
she smiled.  "It's all right.  Like most men, you are
a little bit afraid of me.  I am a mysterious, sexy
woman and I am wearing clothes to make you look at me.
 I think this negligee with its low neckline
intimidates you.  You are feeling a little aroused. 
Perhaps you are worried that I might seduce you, try
to take advantage of you.  After all, the lights are
dim, the room is warm and cozy.  I have you all alone
with no one to see what I am doing to you.  I could
caress you and you might become hopelessly aroused." 
Her palm rested warmly against the inside of his
thigh, while her fingers moved dreamily in little
circles, barely touching his skin.  "Are you afraid
that I might make you have sex with me against your
will?"

"Yes...," he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind
elsewhere, as she had arranged.

"Well, you are right to be concerned.  It would be
easy, so easy to manipulate your mind to take
advantage of you."  Just as I have been  doing, she
thought.  "But you do not need to worry, Carl.  Relax.
 I never make love to a man against his will.  I do
not take a man to bed until I have made him very, very
willing.  If we make love tonight, I will make sure
you really want it first.  So make yourself
comfortable, and just put those fears out of your
mind."

"All right."  he murmured compliantly, knowing somehow
that he should not.

"Let me help you forget your fears.  You can relax. 
You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist
and unfastened the robe.  She smiled a twisted little
smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his
lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch. 
"We will just talk.  You can tell me anything, and
listen carefully to everything I say."

"Uh, ma'am... Oh!  . You shouldn't.  .  Please don't
do that!"

"No?"  She didn't pause even for an instant as she
replied.  "Do you not like a woman's soft warm hand on
your sex?"

"Aahh...yes.  But it is getting me aroused!"

"That's just the point.  Your prick is already getting
nicely big and hard!"

"But..."

"Do not fight it, Carl.  It is for your own good.  I
want you to be completely open and at ease with me. 
Open to me.  I want you aroused.  Getting a man
aroused makes him docile and obedient.  Does not my
playing with your penis make you feel like doing
anything I tell you?"

"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Carl sighed.

"That's right.  Good.  Very good.  Now close your eyes
and tell me everything about yourself," she commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," Carl murmured as he drifted slowly down
through the dreamy mood her hand on his cock induced
and to the threshold of trance she had prepared him
for.  His eyelids drifted shut.  She spoke to him
softly, her lips next to his ear.  She knew he was
hearing her voice as if from a long way off.  She
asked him about his name, where he lived, his friends,
his family, his job....  He answered automatically,
without thinking.  Eventually, using the information
she gleaned, she began turning the questions around,
twisting his answers into contradictions, confusing
him, rendering the things he had told her meaningless.
 The facts of his life grew fuzzy and unimportant to
him.

Making him forget the pretty little blonde fiancee was
a little harder, but so satisfying.  Interesting
material in that relationship.  Blondie apparently was
sexually repressed and Carl was too nice to show how
badly she frustrated him.  The silly filly not only
often refused him intercourse, she wouldn't even let
Carl go down on her, despite his pleas, probably
because she didn't want to have to return the favor. 
It had been weeks since she had let him have sex. 
Very useful.

Eventually it was impossible for him to follow what
she was doing in the hazy sensual fog with which she
surrounded him, saturated him.  Finally, she recalled
him to consciousness.  "You may open your eyes, carl."
 She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the
lower case initial letter of his name, turning it into
a diminutive.

His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to
leave the pleasant daze.  She gazed intently into his
face from up close.  Her perfume was a fragrant cloud
around him, making his head swim.  She had opened his
robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed to
notice.  He stirred slightly, trying to move. She knew
he would feel light headed and leaden limbed.

"What happened, Ma'am," he asked.  "And what IS your
name?  I can't  just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."

"You may call me Lilith, for now, my pet" she replied.
"What happened is what is still happening, what is
going to happen, what I am going to do . to you."  She
continued to caress his manhood, which was by now
quite engorged and erect.

"Doing to me, Lilith?" he asked, looking helpless and
confused.

"Do you not even suspect, carl?  You Americans have
forgotten so much history and folk lore.  It makes you
so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She
smiled triumphantly.  Her teeth were very white, and
her lips had become rosy and full.  She saw he noticed
the change.  "The tea, of course, was drugged,
darling.  Nothing strong, just some herbs to make you
deliciously horny and sleepy.  You really should not
accept food or drink from strangers, you know."  He
struggled to sit up, evidently finding it
extraordinarily difficult.  She placed a gentle
restraining hand on his bare chest, easily pushing him
back down.  "Don't bother trying, love.  You are too
dizzy to get up yet," she suggested.  She began to
play with his nipples.  "And then I aroused you, as I
am still doing.  That makes it easy to cast my spell
over you.  You would say I hypnotized you."

"But why?" Carl gasped.

"Why?"  Lilith tossed her hair back.  "Why does the
parasitic wasp paralyze her prey?,  Because she does
not want her victim to struggle while she feeds.  I
need to feed off the sexual energy of men who are
careless enough to let me seduce them.  Do you know
what a succubus is?"  She slipped off her robe,
leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her lush
body.

"Some kind of demon of lust?" Carl answered.  She
sensed him struggling to comprehend and resist what
was happening.  Such great strength of will, such
steely character.  His resistance excited her.

"That is medieval superstition," Lilith responded
scornfully.  "I am as natural a creature as you. 
According to your Professor Gould, our two kinds must
even have had a common ancestor in the distant past. 
I could bear a child by you, if I chose to.  But
tonight we will merely have sex."  She smiled
wickedly.  "That is how I feed, you know.  I will
arouse you until you cannot resist me.  Then I will
take you and at your climax, drain from you the sexual
energy that I need.  Afterwards, if I let you leave
here, you would not have noticed.  You would have only
a fuzzy memory of some amazing sex.  Of course, you
would have been completely exhausted for a week or
more, but you would have recovered, none the wiser."

"Then why are you telling me this?  What do you mean,
'if you let me leave'" Carl asked, suspiciously.

"Because I will NOT allow you to leave here, carl. 
When I pick up occasional men, I am forced to gorge
myself which leaves them useless to me for weeks, so I
discard them.  It is more healthful for me, however,
and more pleasant for the man," she smiled
seductively, "If I have a regular lover from whom I
can take smaller amounts of sexual energy more
frequently.  Until he passed away, Charles was a
wonderful slave who met my needs several times a week,
several times daily, when he was younger, like you. 
Since then, I have not been able to feed nearly often
enough.  It is dangerous picking up strange men, you
know.  There are too many diseases out there now."

"And besides, a man around a big house like this come
in handy, you know," she added, running her fingers
through his hair, almost tenderly.  "I need a new
slave and all I have to do is take you to bed with me.
 I'll make you enjoy it so much that after just one
night with me, you will gladly become my private
servant and devoted lover.  You have what I need, and
soon you will need what I have, what only can give
you, carl."  She saw fear in his eyes, fear fighting
with lust.  She touched his cheek  "Fear not, my
sweet, I can make sure you always enjoy serving and
feeding me."

"Lilith!" he protested.  "You can't do...I won't..."

"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold
of his cock again and starting to rub it vigorously
but deliciously.  "Do not say silly things.  I know
what I can do to you, what I have done to you.  I am
now your succubus.  I have been in your mind.  After
our little chat, I understand you completely.  I know
your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them.  I
know how to turn you on, carl, whether you want to be
or not.  Like most human males, you have a secret
desire to be bedded and dominated by a beautiful
woman.  With me, you are going to get your deepest
wish."

"No, Lilith, I don't want that!" he protested.  "I
won't let you..."

"Yes, carl, domination.  Enthrallment.  I can control
your desires, make you screw me any time I want," she
smiled hungrily.  "And since I have not had a man in
several days, I want you now!"  She arose from the
couch in a fluid movement.  "You will watch me closely
while I remove my gown."  She shrugged her shoulders
and the jet satin flowed to the floor.  Her pale flesh
gleamed in the dim light.  "Seeing me naked is
arousing you intensely.  You are becoming very
excited, carl.  Having intercourse with me is the
capstone of the spell of enslavement.  It will seal
the trance that will make you mine forever."

"I won't let you do that," he objected.  "I wont!"

"Yes, you will.  You will because I am using a drug on
you that will destroy your mind's last defenses
against my control.  It will make you weak and permit
me to do with you as I wish.  It is a powerful drug,
carl, much more so than the silly potion I put in your
tea.  It will put you into a deep, deep sleep."  She
moved back to the couch and spread her legs for him.

"A drug?" Carl said skeptically, looking around for
any sign of a hypodermic or pills.  She could see that
he was regaining some control of his speech and
thoughts.  Soon voluntary control of his limbs would
creep back into his body, as the effects of the
drugged tea faded.  He was almost dangerous. 
Magnificent!  She must act in time.

Lilith laughed.  "We succubae have been using this
drug to make men ours for eons.  Men know and fear its
power.  It is a drug which can become a habit, a drug
that the man knows can make him a slave to the woman
who gives it to him.  You know what I mean, carl.  Why
do so many men resist going down on their women?  They
instinctively fear the power of the drug.  But when a
female of my kind offers a man the potion, he cannot
help taking it.  You cannot help taking it," she said,
her eyes glowing into his.

He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust and
horror.  He tried to avert his gaze, but he was
powerless to prevent her from opening her sex to him. 
He could not avert his gaze from the wet, inviting
sight.  She was beginning to tease her slit.  With the
other hand she caressed his face, his shoulders and
chest, and gently brought his face closer to her warm
moist pussy.  "Men allow us to drug you because you
enjoy too much they way we administer it," she
gloated.  "Drink!"

"Lilith, stop!" he pleaded, looking up into her eyes.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled,
teasing her pussy with her supple fingers as she drew
his mouth slowly closer.  "We give you the drug with
our pussies, carl.  I secrete a mind-controlling
hormone from between my legs.  Drink it, carl.  It
will be absorbed by your mouth when you eat me.  It
goes into your blood and flows to your brain.  It will
make you my slave.  Don't make me stop, carl.  You
will love the way I drug you.  You will come back to
me for it often.  You will have to keep coming back to
me again and again for additional doses."

Amazingly his head moved no closer.  He was struggling
to break free.  Lilith had never seen such force of
will.  It frightened her and excited her as she had
never felt.  She MUST have him!

"Look at my breasts!"  Her tone changed as she changed
the subject, confusing him further.  "I want you to
kiss my tits."  She leaned closer, flaunting her bosom
inches from his face, bringing her nipples, so proudly
erect, close to his lips.  "Kiss them," she coaxed. 
"Lick them.  Suck on them."

The languor which arose from her hand stroking his
prick had spread through his body and mind, making
further resistance unthinkable.  She slipped one hand
to the back of his neck and drew his face to her
bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous
breasts.  His obedient mouth found her nipple.

Now he was hers!  She had rubbed her breasts with the
philters and tranquilizing herbs.  He was sinking
quickly, his resistance gone.  "Ah...that is so nice,"
the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with hunger
and lust.  "You do that very well, as I knew you
would.  I will teach you a thousand ways to please me.
 You are going to be a wonderful slave," she sighed as
she pushed his head downward and released it.  He
needed no further guidance.  His own fantasies took
over as he fell to worshiping her pussy.

Lilith did not have long to wait until carl's tongue
and lips found her secret self.  Aroused for hours,
she came quickly and filled his mouth with her cum. 
He licked every drop, but he didn't stop!  Even with
her control, she had never been able to get Charles to
do this.  Carl was loving her sex with an enthusiasm
Lilith had never experienced.  Though she didn't think
it possible, carl brought her to a second orgasm.  She
closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure flood
over her.

At last her breathing returned to normal and she moved
to straddle his hips.  She took his face in her hands
and spoke.  "Tonight, darling, it is not just to feed
on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave
you.  I also have a woman's needs." she guided his
penis between her vaginal lips.  "You have come very
far, and done very well.  Please me once again and I
will give you the reward I have made you long for."

With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal muscles,
her nether lips reached out and sucked his cock inside
her.  "Best of all," she continued, leading his mind
to be enveloped by hers as his manhood was swallowed
within her body, "You do not have to do a thing.  Just
lie back, my darling, and let me work my will.  Feel
my pussy close around your cock.  Feel it riding up
and down the shaft of your manhood.  You like this,
don't you?  Up...and down, taking you deeper and
deeper into me each time.  From now on, I will take
charge of your sex life and make you love it.  It is
so easy, carl.  You love the way I fuck you.  My pussy
goes up...and down...up...and down...deeper and
deeper...It is so relaxing, carl.  You are going to
close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure I am
giving you.  Close your eyes and let me fuck
you...fuck you..."

"No, Lilith," he protested with the last of his
strength and will. He was drunk on her love juices,
almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure of her
pussy around his cock, she saw, but that strength of
character she had seen in him from the first instant
rose up to defend his autonomy from her soft assault. 
How marvelous to find prey worthy of her powers and
skills.  She beamed down at him with admiration, as
she continued to rock him into submission.  He looked
directly at her, and accused,  "You're trying to
hypnotize me!"

"No, carl.  I am strengthening the hypnotic control I
already have.  You started going under when you first
saw me.  I put you into a medium trance while we were
talking as you drank my tea, right after you came in. 
Post-hypnotic suggestion left you weak and easy to
arouse sexually.  Now you are going under my spell
again.  Each time I fuck you, it will get easier to
take you under my control, the control you will come
to crave.  Now be still and let me continue."

"No," he moaned vainly.

"Yes, carl.  This feels too good to resist.  You are
getting so weak, and it feels so good to sink into my
power.  You are so drowsy, angle.  You are struggling
so hard to stay awake, my sweet.  It's so tiring. 
Don't fight it, love.  Close your eyes, my darling,
and let me fuck you.  You are going to fall asleep in
my arms, carl.  You will fall into a deep sleep and
when you awake you will be my happy sex slave.  You'll
no longer remember your former life.  You will not
need to think about anything but pleasing me.  Serving
me, feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life,
carl.  I demand your all, carl, but the rewards are
great."

"Now relax completely, my sweet, while my cunt goes up
and down on your cock and puts you to sleep ... up ...
and down ... fucks you ... up ... and down .... 
Putting you to sleep ... up ... and down ... deeper
... up ... and down ... puts you to sleep ... fucks
you to sleep ... fucks you ... to sleep.."  Her voice
became softer and her movements accelerated as she
rode him towards orgasm.

"Now, my precious!  Now!"  He came at her command and
she reached out with the immaterial part of herself,
her own approaching orgasm enveloping and absorbing
his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body fed on
his cum.  Only when she felt him slacken and fall limp
did she allow a her own third climax to wash over her.

She lay next to him for long delicious minutes as she
felt the ebb of power from his body to hers,
re-energizing her, nourishing her, rejuvenating her. 
Then, sated for a time, she looked down on the young
man lying beneath her.  Drained now, sleeping so
peacefully, so profoundly.  He was hers now, but what
a possession!  Surprisingly, she found she actually
felt affection for him.  He was innocent yet strong. 
He would serve her well for many years.  The service
would take its toll, of course, but with proper care,
for many years just the same.  She had never been
particularly good at caring for her men.  But this one
seemed special.  She would see that the years would be
happy ones, filled with pleasure.  Pleasure in serving
her.

Perhaps, even ... it was too soon to think about that
yet, even she could not know when the time would come,
... perhaps he would be the one chosen to give her the
long-desired daughter.  Perhaps he already had, she
thought as she snuggled against his hard young body
and joined him in sleep.

The End?

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