Authors: Juliandes
“Now get on your knees. In a minute I’m going to get you to kneel on the edge of the bed where I will give you six strokes of the belt. How hard those strokes are depends on how well you please me here. Then you’re going to pull down your knickers and bend over, exposing yourself to me. I’m going to take you hard in both holes. Now get this in your mouth.”
She knelt in front of me and slid my hard cock between her lips. Then she worked down the shaft and slipped one of my balls inside her mouth. For just a flash, I thought of Pablo and the way she popped his balls, but Pablo was never in charge. All he ever did was use force and when he could no longer do that he was helpless.
“Don’t forget, the better you do, the lighter the strokes.”
She once again went to slip the end of my cock into her mouth, only this time she pulled back her lips, exposing her teeth.
“Are you sure you want to beat me?” she asked, closing her teeth over the end.
The power was still mine and I grabbed her hair and slid in my shaft as deep as I could.
After a few minutes I realised that s
h
e was
doing too good a job and I
had to order her to the bed.
I felt like I imagined Mateo having felt when he had his captive women. She knelt on the edge of the bed, tiny goose bumps covering her skin. I gave a playful stroke which made her jump. There was no desire on my part to hurt her; simply to exercise my power.
Her thin knickers still kept me from my prize, but I waited until the final stroke before ordering her to pull them down.
“Now bend over,” I said as I watched my prizes appear.
I played with both of her holes, lightly at first to extend her torment. She tried pushing against my fingers but still I teased her. I knelt down and tasted her sex for the first time. She made little mewing sounds as my tongue slipped in and out, but I could hold back no further.
“Now I’m going to show you how much of a man I am,” I warned as I lined up against her sex lips and began to push gently.
The end easily slipped in and I l
unged forward, hearing her gasp
.
After pumping in and out for a few minutes, getting her more and more worked up,
I
suddenly pulled out and stopped.
“Now where did I say I was going to take you?” I asked
There was silence and so I gave her a slap on the buttocks. Still nothing.
“Shall I get the belt again?”
“You said you’d take me in both holes,” she said sounding breathless.
I lined up my cock with her anus and held it against that tight little hole.
“Say please,” I commanded, but there was no reply.
I slapped her right buttock but still there was silence. Then I slapped her again, harder.
“Please,” came a little squeaky voice.
“Please what?”
“Please push it in that hole as well.”
I pushed hard and she cried out. After a few strokes I pulled fully out and into her sex hole. Then I alternated between the two as I got more and more excited at the power I had. I rubbed her clitoris and I felt her body tense, before she cried out and all her exc
itement came flooding out
. A few more strokes and I was shooting my hot liquid into her.
We collapsed onto the bed and I finally pulled off completely the offending knickers. We kissed and fondled each other until she forced me onto my back and sat astride. Then she rubbed herself with her fingers until I was arching my body to push inside her, but she would let just the tip inside. She tickled my balls and her teasing was driving me mad. Still she would not let me in. I stroked her breasts, begged her to let me slide my shaft inside her, but to no avail. I had handed the power to her and she was enjoying it. Finally she slid slowly down my shaft and I was in heaven. She pinned my arms to the bed as she squeezed tight her sex, gripping me, making me the most willing captive in the world.
I climaxed with a power I had not felt for a long time.
We played around on the bed. She had such a beautiful body and exploring it was a delight, but the drug inside me was still active and very soon I needed to possess her again. I flipped her over and pinned her arms to the bed as I penetrated her anus hard and fast like a wild animal. She moaned all the way through and soon I came, sending spasms of pleasure through my body.
We rested for a little while before Lamia whispered in my ear.
“Make love to me gently now; like a lover.”
Now I am a fit man, but the altitude, the late hour and the fact that I had just fired off three times had all taken their toll. I told her that I did not think I could manage it. She smiled, got out of bed and walked to the table. Then she returned and gave be a gentle slap on the buttocks.
I just about felt the thorn prick my skin, but only because I was expecting to feel it. She gently massaged my cock.
“Just give it a few minutes,” she whispered.
It did not take very long but this time it was different. Gone were the power swaps, replaced by the gentle touch. This time we were sharing every feeling, every touch, every pleasure. The new shot of the drug seemed to make it last forever as we helped each other
up the mountain of pleasure, to reach its peak at the same time. At that moment, I was in love with this beauty beside me.
We slept for a bit but then I was woken by Lamia moving around the room. I watched her shadowy figure, the curves, the beauty I knew lay within. I was so relaxed waking up with her.
“Get dressed,” she said.
I stretched, yawned and closed my eyes again.
“What’s the hurry, it’s still dark.”
“It’s nearly dawn,” she said. “They’ll be coming for me soon.”
The stark reality of our situation slapped me in the face. I jumped out of bed, pulling on my clothes as I tried to think of a way out.
I was not prepared to accept that Lamia had to die!
She remained calm, telling me that it had to be and that it must be approached with dignity. She reasoned that although they might get rid of her body, the Lamia would live forever.
She made me tie
her to the chair as though
she had been there all night.
I kept pleading with her to let me at least try to help her to escape.
“What if I told them that you had been exorcised and that you were no longer possessed? They might let you go.”
She laughed. It was a kind laugh; one that a child might receive when he had given a simple solution to a complex problem.
“The people who ordered my execution don’t believe in possession. They want me dead in revenge for torturing three of theirs. There is no escape but also there is nothing to run for. Mateo is dead, my life here is dead so my body might as well be.”
“No, you can come back to England with me!”
Another faint laugh and I began to realise the futility in the things I was saying.
Then an insane thought struck me.
“I could prick you with the poison. Nobody would know and I could just say that you died in the night.”
“They came here for an execution. If they can’t have me, they’ll execute you on the assumption that you had a hand in my death.”
“Then I’ll prick myself as well. That way they won’t have either.”
Lamia gave me a regal smile of admiration.
“You will be free to leave after the execution. There is no need for you to give your life. Besides, I need you to do one last thing for me.”
“Anything,” I replied, a little relieved that my rash offer was declined.
“They see you as a man of the cloth. I want you to tell them that my body must be released for some kind of Christian ceremony. Tell them anything as long as you can return me to the wild, instead of it being left under a
stone mound of hatred. Will you do this for me?”
“Yes of course I will.”
“Remember, power can’t be taken from anybody. It can only be given. Negotiations are based on giving and receiving power until you recognise the point at which you have it all and then act upon it. Tonight you identified that power within you and you knew how and when to act.”
“Yes, but with a little help from a certain drug,” I said.
“When I threw a few things in my pack to escape with Mateo, I took a number of medicines. There was
iodine for cuts, bandages, poison as a defence against my enemies, some food and drink, clothes and a supply of coca leaves. I certainly didn’t take any aphrodisiacs! I didn’t think I’d need them.”
“But the thing you pricked me with.....?”
“An empty thorn. I told you on two occasions that aphrodisiac’s were put into the men’s drinks, not through their skin. It’s far too dangerous to keep the thorns loaded with poison. That’s how I knew they were safe to prick you with.”
“But I felt it!”
“The feeling you had was all your own. You recognised the power in me and the excitement you felt was when you brought-out the power within yourself, to match it. Now that you have identified that power within, you can use it in any negotiations and be
almost certain of coming out on top. This is my gift to you.”
I finished tying her to the chair as I thought about what she said. I certainly wanted to believe that my sexual prowess was all from within me. Then I thought of the point when I untied myself and suddenly felt calm and in control. Somehow I knew that the power had been passed to me and despite seeing her teeth closing around my cock, I knew that I controlled the situation and I pushed it in regardless.
Then came the sound of the door being unlocked.
“You will be there for my execution, won’t you? I’ll show you how a queen dies.”
I promised that I would. Then the door opened and two men led me outside, casting a cursory glance to make sure Lamia was still bound.
CHAPTER 10
I
was led into the main square where the locals were preparing a fire.
Juan Manuel was smoking a cigar and beckoned for me to sit down.
“You’ve done well,” he told me. “You kept your end of the bargain and now I will keep mine.
You’re free to go,
or you can join in with the celebrations and spend the night here,
but first you must give one last blessing to the ones who captured the Lamia. That way her blood won’t be on their hands.”
I was led to a house in another part of the village where five men were waiting. They dropped to their knees as I entered and I said a few words of Latin, some I remembered from old prayers and some more from the Gallic wars. I briefly placed a hand on each man in turn and traced an imaginary cross in the air. I told the man who led me there to tell them they were all blessed and they each kissed my hand as they left.
As I walked out the door, I heard a cheer from the
village
square
. Realising the execution
had begun I ran to the place, to keep my final promise.
I suddenly realised that all through the night, Lamia never once referred to me by name. I wondered if she had remembered who I was, and I so much wanted her to. Then I remembered the key-fob she had made
for
me and I rushed to the room, to retrieve it from my pack.
When I arrived at the main square, a large crowd had gathered. I pushed my way through to the front and I saw my Lamia being bound hand and foot. Her head was held high and she looked every bit a queen.
She was pushed to her knees but her expression did not alter, even when a large hunting-knife was held up for her to see. This was my last chance to let her know that I was there and perhaps to get her to recognise me. I held the carved wooden eye between my fingers and extended my arm towards her. I watched her eyes searching the crowd and waited until they faced me.