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If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors. ____________________________________________________________________ Chapter two: Trouble In the middle of the darkened room stood a red covered plinth, the centre of attention for a reverential, hushed audience. A dark skinned couple, naked, and writhing in the throes of their ecstasy, adorned the plinth. The only light shone down on them, highlighting every dimple and strained muscle in the back of the uppermost performer, as avid eyes drank in each rivulet of sweat. There was no hidden intimacy; all was on display as the wildly coupling duo climbed towards their next mutual peak. Warm receptive openings clung to the uniting shaft, and ragged breaths rent the still air. An eruption of cries rose from the throats of the lovers, who peaked, and then the sound stilled to gentle murmuring. Finally - one exhausted woman rolled off the other. "Well?" A tall Germanic woman who had appeared beside the sweat soaked dais spoke the impatient word. "Nothing..." Jolene panted, "Nothing at all," In a practiced motion, Jolene slid the flexible dildo from her body, and turned her gaze on her spent lover. "Manda, are you OK? Manda!" Jolene's voice raised a pitch. Jolene shook Manda's lax shoulder, trying to rouse her. "No! No, Jolene - she's entranced, leave her..." Margit boomed. Despite her concern, Jolene reacted instinctively to the command, snapping her hand away from her sister's sweet skin. "Manda, listen to me. What do you see? What do you feel?" Margit asked. Manda only twitched, sighed and smiled. Then in a fluid motion, she curled herself into a foetal ball, her full lips peeled back, and emitted an eerie hum. The volume of the sound increased until it bit at the eardrums of the assembled. The sound peaked, and Manda broke into a singsong voice. "Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble" Manda sang. "Sheeit, what the hell's that?" Jolene asked, rhetorically. "That, m'dear is Shakespeare," Alison proudly announced. "I know that - fool. But why is she saying it?" Jolene growled. Further conversation was cut short; all eyes were drawn back to Manda. Her body straightened itself violently, and flew into the throes of a full-blown seizure. Agonisingly she shuddered and contorted on the small platform. Margit moved quickly, threading her arms through Jolene's; she held the frightened black girl firmly, rooting her to the spot. "She'll be fine; Manda will be back with us all very soon," whispered Margit. Finally the wicked contractions of Manda's body stilled. Seconds later, she sat up smiling. "The power has been used. A route to the orphan has been gifted to us!" Lascivious laughter filled the darkened cellar. ----------------------------- Rachael sat alone in her bedroom, thumbing through the latest copy of 'Glamour', bored out of her senses. When she reached the fashion pages, her attention was caught by a stunning leather creation. It was sensuously draped across a smouldering model; immediate images danced in her mind. Unconsciously, her mind slipped the neckline a little lower revealing a crinkled nub, Rachael groaned and smacked the pages shut. Tears misted her vision. 'What's wrong with me, why am I so...' She flopped onto her bed, burying her face deeply in the pillow. Long sobs wracked her young frame; as she fell into her private hell. 'I'm not gay! I know I'm not, Darren knows I'm not. It's just not true' Rachael's despair thundered back into her mind. "Rachael, Rachael, it's time to go!" her mother shouted up the stairs. "I'm not going!" Rachael yelled back. "Yes, you are, my girl, this is important." Rachael stomped from her room and down the stairs. She avoided her mother's gaze, and stood with her head hung. Idly she kicked the wall with her heel, moody to the last. "Come on Rach, car now! Let's just get this over." her mother said, frowning at her youngest daughter. The car journey proceeded in stony silence, eventually Susan tried once more. "Look Rach, if this man gives you the all clear, you can go back to school tomorrow." "Great, back to all the teasing, give up mum - you don't understand!" Rachael murmured. "Darren will be there..." said mum. Yeah, if he will still speak to me. He might not want to talk to a..." Rachael's voice tailed off. Susan shifted down a gear, and pulled up on the hard-standing outside the surgery. She got out, stared for a moment at her seated daughter, and then walked to the passenger door. Susan swung the door wide open. "Out, come on, just a chat with a doctor - that's all it is." Unwillingly, Rachael left the security of the car, and slunk towards the door. Behind her, Susan locked the car, sighed and then followed Rachael into the surgery. 'I wonder which of us is the most nervous. Rachael's right, I don't understand, not at all,' Susan thought. The doctor looked up briefly from his desk; he motioned Susan and Rachael to sit down. For what seemed like an age he flicked through the pages of a closely typed report. Eventually he removed his half-moon glasses, used them to quickly scratch his nose, and spoke. "So Rachael, how are we?" he asked. "Wonderful, what do you think!" Rachael snorted. "Yes, I can imagine." "Mrs Savage, it may be easier for me to talk with Rachael alone. Just for a short while." The doctor raised a bushy eyebrow. "Anything you want to ask Rach, you can ask in front of me. We have no secrets," replied Susan. "Ah, but Rachael is a young woman. I would like to respect her privacy." The doctor smiled. "No way, I stay!" Susan glared. "As you wish, of course. Rachael, I'm Dr Fazakerly, Justin, if you prefer. I specialise in counselling teenagers, helping them. I'd like to help you Rachael, or is it Rach?" Fazakerly beamed. "Rachael to you, Justin," smirked Rachael. "Good Rachael, so how long have you been sexually active?" Fazakerly asked. "Sexually..." Susan choked on the word. Fazakerly said nothing; he just calmly raised his forefinger to his lips. Rachael blushed deeply. "Well I have snogged - once or twice. Is that what you mean?" Rachael replied. "Not entirely, your file would suggest a little more than snogging," Fazakerly commented. "I may have fooled around a bit, who's been grassing?" Rachael asked. "In this 'fooling around' have you had full intercourse?" Fazakerly queried. "No! I haven't. Mum I haven't, honest" Rachael paled. "It's all right, Rachael I believe you. Tell me though, when did you start 'fooling around'?" Fazakerly smiled. "'bout three years ago, I s'pose," replied Rachael. "So 11 then," Fazakerly noted her response. "11!" Susan gasped. "Not uncommon, Mrs Savage, not uncommon at all. Tell me, in your own words Rachael, what happened the other day?" "Well I was waiting to read, and I got turned on - real hot. So I..." Rachael's words faltered, she glanced at her mother, "I felt myself up, then when I had to speak, the words changed. They changed, I just read what they said - and then all hell happened... I left." "These feelings, the 'hot turn on' was it from you?" The doctor queried, sitting forward slightly. "No, they came from somewhere else, like the words, Justin. How did you know?" Rachael asked, frowning. "Just a guess, Rachael, nothing more. Look, I don't think there is anything to worry about. Just pop outside and take a seat, I need a quick chat with your mum." Justin waited for the door to close, but before he could say a word Susan interjected. "What's wrong with her, Doctor is it serious?" She asked. "It could be nothing, but I am a little concerned, I think I should refer Rachael to our Psychosexual Counsellor," Fazakerly replied. "So it's not schizophrenia?" Susan relaxed. "Schizophrenia, why would you ask that?" the doctor quizzed. "My Aunt had it, she died in a sanatorium," Susan answered. "Did she?" Fazakerly scribbled some hurried notes, "Possible, but very unlikely, I think it's just an overactive sex drive, same sex attraction and crushes are common in all adolescents." "So she can go back to school?" "Once the counsellor has had a chat, I can't see why not. I really can't," Fazakerly replied. ------------------------- Eloise wandered down the stairs to join the others. "Are you sure about this, Margit? I mean, I'm always ready for a group session, but are you sure this will work?" "Yes I am sure, you heard what Manda told us. This wounded girl is our route to the orphan," Margit replied, pointedly. "There's no need to snap, Margit! I am a scientist; I don't quite share your enthusiasm for the psychic world," Eloise said. "Oh, science I see. So in what scientific category do you place vampires?" Margit asked sweetly. "Point taken," Eloise blushed. "Manda, tell me, which of us does the girl fantasise about the most?" "Anna, it's Anna that turns her on" Manda replied, "it's those nipples, they are still so damn sexy." "Ahzo, Anna was your first as well, yes Manda," Margit grinned. "She was," Manda replied, dreamily. "Anna, come to our centre - we will commune through you." Anna lay down on the dais, proudly pushing up her upturned breasts out as far as they would go. Her nipple tips hardened, and jutted wickedly from the puffy tissue under them. As she waited, the others clustered around her expectant, aching body. Sylvie crouched and tenderly encased Anna's left nipple with her own hungry mouth. An enthusiastic Pamela similarly nuzzled Anna's right breast. Margit fell to her knees between the wide stretched thighs and extended her tongue to lap the petals of Anna's sex. Above the fuzz of blonde curls, Margit watched as Macy lowered her dripping snatch onto Anna's pursed lips. Anna sank her fingers into the sopping slits. By touch alone, she knew which belonged to Alison and which to Eloise. Her toes were unable to repeat that feat; nonetheless they luxuriated in the fluid channels of the servant sisters. Anna was enclosed in femininity, bathed in sexual delirium. Her senses flooded; she slid into a delicious trance, oblivious to the gasps and soft fondling surrounding her. The transmission began. Rachael sat wallowing in her own private misery, bored mindless; she looked around the sparse reception. Inwardly she sneered at the magazines sprawled on the coffee table top, and looked past the spray of plastic flowers. Her eyes came to rest on the reception desk, and then on the receptionist. The girl was quite attractive, even if her clothes were a travesty of taste. That cardigan should go; it hid her figure, her hair - well, if she let down that formal bun, and conditioned it a bit more, would be passable. Idly, her eyes wandered down the visible part of the girl's body. 'I wonder what her tits are like,' thought Rachael. Instantly an image formed in her mind. Small, sculpted mounds tipped with puffy teats danced before her. Rachael swallowed hard, trying to push the knot of excitement away. 'Not now, oh god! Not now.' Rachael's mind raced. She fought the desire to reach down and scratch the insistent itch. She shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench. The desire grew, her distracted mind searched for some way to relieve the lust discreetly. She was in full view of the receptionist, and anyone walking in unexpectedly, it was hopeless. Moaning softly, Rachael crossed her legs; a jet of desire hit her as the seam of her jeans slid over her mound. Experimentally, she swung her upper leg; another frisson of excitement hit her. Relaxing, she let her muscles stimulate herself, and slowly her eyes narrowed. The dingy room disappeared, to be replaced totally by the gorgeous breasts; soft lips teased the stiff nipples, straining their plump succulence. Rachael's pulse thumped in her ears, drumming at an ever-increasing tempo. She felt her clitoris expand to nudge against the resistant seam. "Miss Savage, Miss Savage! The doctor is ready for you now," the receptionist called her. Her face was close enough for Rachael to kiss. It took a supreme effort not to reach out with her lips. The orgasm danced between her thighs waiting for one more deliberate swing of her leg. Rachael swung her leg, and breathed a lusty lungful of air directly into the receptionists surprised face. Embarrassed, she vaulted from the reception area; back to the relative safety of the doctor's office. Ensconced in Justin's room, Rachael only half listened to his drawn-out explanation. She said little, and added even less. Her only reaction was to baulk at the idea of having to see another counsellor. When she realised there was no other option, her hand sought the comfort of her mother's. The slight squeeze reassured Rachael, and she relaxed visibly and crossed her legs. Dr Fazakerly fumbled through the contents of a half opened drawer. Carefully he selected a range of brochures, some for Rachael, and a few for Susan. Justin swivelled his chair back to look at his patients; Susan smiled back brightly. In contrast, Rachael looked positively doped - her eyes were half closed. She sat motionless, apart from her pendulum-like right foot. Justin cleared his throat noisily. "Ahem, Rachael, I need you to read through these before your visit to Dr Kemp. Fill in the questionnaires, as honestly as you can, do you understand? "Mmmmm, Un-huh." Rachael grunted. "Good! Susan, these are for you. In addition, I'd like you to keep the diary notes we discussed." Justin smiled. He reached forward to pass the handful of leaflets to Susan. They were sent spinning from his hand to litter the office floor. Rachael had pulled her fingers free of her mother's hand, and thrust them up her mother's skirt. Susan jumped at the sudden rude contact, and simultaneously, Rachael stiffened. The teenager screamed, her pleasure was transparent to them all. Rachael buckled over, twitching as wave after wave of impure passion burst through her. Thousands of miles away, Anna ran her flexing tongue around her encrusted lips. She could taste it, even more than the pungent flavour of Macy's cunt. She could taste, no, savour her slave's multiple climax. The link was complete. ------------------------------ End Chapter two, Chapter three to follow... ____________________________________________________________________ Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub December 2004 ____________________________________________________________________ I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. Please address comments to yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com This story is copyrighted by the author and as such may not be published, posted or archived on any newsgroup, website, or server, other than ASSM and ASSTR, without the EXPRESS PERMISSION of the author. 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