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Ayerwen part 1, by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
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Ayerwen -- Part 1
by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
*****
Wen was on the prowl again. Lately it seemed as if she couldn't keep
a bonded for more than a handful of years, where once - long, long ago -
it had been twenty years or more before a bonded became useless to her.
There had to be a reason, but whether in her or her victims, she didn't
know.
Ayerwen ban Therion had been around for a long time. Close to three
thousand years so far. She was ... special. Her long life didn't show
either, mainly due to her unique diet - men. Or rather, maleness. After a
brief period during which she bonded her victims to her, she would
gradually drain the masculinity from her victim before discarding him.
The discarded bonded usually didn't last long - after a little more than
a year under Wen's influence, a dual symbiosis was set up and though Wen
could cast off that relationship by finding another victim to bond, the
castoff bonded had a much harder time of it and usually died within a few
days.
Wen liked her victims to fall within a very narrow set of
parameters: young (17-20); blond; between 5'10" and perhaps 6'1" tall,
though she could more easily settle for a shorter or taller bonded than a
brunette one, for instance; and she much preferred a runner's or
swimmer's body type - thin, sleek, angular. There were other
considerations aside from looks as well - she had to be sure that the
young man could be made to vanish without much comment, for the world
wouldn't see her victim again once Wen got hold of him.
And so Wen was hunting. Her latest 'surfer-boy' was quite used up,
and of no more use to her. She needed another young hunk to feed off of,
to use up and discard. She hoped she could find one that would last for a
reasonable amount of time - disappearances, even of strangers, were no
longer as easily dismissed as they once were.
She decided to use the local military base as her hunting ground
this time. It was June, just a week after the end of high school, and the
new summer recruits had just arrived. They were a special lot - either so
eager to join, or with nothing better to do, than spend their summer in
boot camp.
Wen figured she could find among the recruits some good looking but
shy virgin, and wanted to get to him before military training took away
his naivete. She had to work fast too, for the base would be closed to
the public after the weekend.
It was easy to be inconspicuous among the families delivering their
young men and women into the hands of the military. And, it was easy to
size up the marks as they did their best to revel in their last few days
of 'freedom' for the next four years. And Wen was almost drooling - the
crop was mighty fine! So many young hunks, many still possessing that
look, that air of innocence, of inexperience at life, that she was
looking for.
Once she saw him - tall, white-blond, with a thin, sharp face and
sapphire eyes - she knew who her next victim would be.
-*-
Bobby didn't really want to be here. Boot Camp was particularly
unappealing to a person who liked his privacy and individuality, although
he had already had experience in doing without the latter, at least in
some measure, because he had a twin. But he had little choice - his
grades hadn't been good enough to get him a scholarship for college, so
he was resigned to earning his way to an education the hard way - in the
military.
As he sat on the steps of the barracks which would be his home,
along with 19 other guys, for the next six weeks, he noticed the young
woman eying him. It made him very uncomfortable at first - she was
looking at him very intently, almost ... hungrily! She was quite good
looking, though, and that made his body respond almost unconsciously,
causing his cock to swell in his jeans. As he shifted slightly, trying to
make room in his tight denim for the expanding appendage, he became even
more uncomfortable, sure that the woman knew exactly what he was doing
and why. Knowing she must think him very rude, he blushed and turned
away.
Still ... He peeked at the beauty without seeming to (or so he
hoped). She was tall and thin, though nicely curved out at chest and hip,
with a nicely narrow waist. Her face was almost as angular as his own,
while remaining *most* feminine and *very* beautiful. She had violet
eyes, and raven-black hair, long fingers and shapely legs. His cock, at
full erection, throbbed, and he could feel his blush rise again - he had
very little experience with sex and such physical beauty aroused strange
feelings in him.
He was even more disconcerted when the beauty walked over to him and
said in a silky, sultry voice, "Hi, handsome. What's your name?"
Bobby looked up past black, patterned stockings, up past black
pleated skirt, up past pale blue sweater hugging those breasts over a
pale pink blouse, up into those deep violet eyes. He said, "Uh, B-Bobby
Herun, ma'am."
She smiled dazzlingly and said, "My name is Wendy Therion, but you
can call me Wen, Bobby. Pleased to meet you." She held out her hand and
Bobby took it, wishing he knew a more suave way to take her hand - just
shaking the fine- boned hand didn't seem to be proper enough.
He hesitantly rose to his feet (actually, he was embarrassed to be
looking up past those breasts). It turned out to be harder to stare
directly into Wen's eyes without the distraction of her fine bosom. He
felt himself falling into her eyes: deep, violet pools of mastery and
control. When she spoke, he responded without volition, speaking words
that he didn't even know.
"Well, Bobby, I was wondering," said Wen, "are you doing anything
this weekend? I know you will be off limits on Monday so, well, this
weekend is it, eh?"
"I have no plans for this weekend - yet," mouthed Bobby. Anyone
listening might have noticed that the phrasing and style wasn't exactly
Bobby's - if they had been listening (whcih no one was) and if they had
known Bobby well enough (which no one did). He continued, "Unless, that
is, you had some ideas ..."
"Do you need permission to leave the base, soldier-boy?" asked Wen,
knowing the answer in advance.
"Not 'till Monday, beautiful."
"Then get your toothbrush and come with me." And he did.
Bobby was allowed to think again when they were in Wen's 'Vette. He
had no idea how he had worked up the nerve to accept the dark-haired
beauty's offer, but, as he sat in the bucket seat of the low-slung car
with his overnight case on his lap, he was damn glad he had. He turned to
look at Wen driving, and took in her beauty, and his cock refused to lie
quiet. He adjusted it into comfort again beneath the cover of the case on
his lap, and hoped that Wen didn't mind virgins.
They drove along the three mile driveway that led into Wen's estate
situated in the 'wilderness' surrounding the Base - very private and very
elegant - and pulled into a garage that was large enough to be an
apartment complex. As they walked from the garage across more lawn than
Bobby's whole home block had possessed, and into a foyer that was larger
than his parents' living room, he wondered what it would be like to live
alone amid such luxury.
Wen led him through amazing hallways and rooms and finally settled
into a couch in what she called the 'entertainment room', which was lined
with video and stereo equipment, and possessed a bar and other party
fixtures. They engaged in a bit of small talk that made Bobby nervous -
he wasn't used to social situations and the fact of Wen's beauty against
the fact of his own non-experience only made it harder and harder to
'chat'. His overnight bad seemed to stare at him, accusing him of false
(if only implied) promises.
Finally, he couldn't stand it. He said, "W-Wen, um, I ... I'm really
nervous about all this. I ... I mean, I ... I've never, um, done this
before ..."
Wen laughed and said, "Good! Good. I love to teach, Bobby. Come,
follow me. It's lesson time!"
He nervously followed Wen to her bedroom. It was large but contained
only a bed - and *what* a bed! It was 10 feet across and round, with a
black velvet coverlet over black satin sheets. Hanging from the ceiling
were blue gauze curtains surrounding the bed, and Bobby could see a
mirror directly above it. There was a single light fixture on each of the
four walls, and each fixture had four bulbs - one each of white, blue,
red, and 'black' (or ultraviolet). Wen flicked a red switch on a panel by
the door and the red bulbs lit up, casting a soft red glow across the
room.
Wen turned to Bobby and said, "You really have no idea what to do
now?"
Bobby bristled a bit and said, "I *have* read books and seen movies.
I'm not ignorant, just ... just a, well, a virgin." By the end, all his
bluster was gone and he was staring intently at his sneakers.
"Calm down, lover-boy, I didn't mean anything by it. Now, since I
have more experience at this than you - both watchin' and doin' - just
let me guide you. First, I'd like to see you naked. Please?"
It took a while, and a lot of encouraging words from Wen - and
eventually a little hands-on help as well - but finally Bobby stood naked
in Wen's bedroom.
-*-
Wen looked at Bobby naked and was pleased. He was ideal! Young,
swimmer-slim, with muscles that weren't bulgingly obvious but rather
hinted at or suggested by the flat planes of his chest and stomach, and
the sleekness of his arms and legs. And or course, his hips - narrow,
hard, with tiny asscheeks like grapefruits. He had a white fluff of pubic
hair around the root of an amazingly long and thin cock. Perfect!
-*-
At first, Bobby was nervous as Wen stared at his nakedness,
strolling around him to see all sides. His cock was solidly erect and
sticking straight up, almost flat against his stomach and reaching up
past his concave navel. That made him more nervous until he realized that
if he was still limp in this very sexual situation, he would be in
serious trouble from some quarter.
Wen ceased her scrutiny and stepped up to him, very close, and
looked into his eyes. She put her hands on his chest, palms centered over
his nipples, and as she pressed he shivered slightly at the odd feeling
that produced. Then she slid her hands across his chest and into his
armpits, tickling him into shivering again by running her fingers through
his underarm hair.
She bent slightly and tilted her head enough that their mouths could
meet. When Bobby felt Wen's tongue push his mouth open and enter, he
shivered again. They kissed for a long time, Wen almost holding him up
with her hands in his 'pits, as he finally learned why french-kissing was
such a big thing.
When their mouths parted, Bobby gasped and sagged even more. He felt
strange - his cock was throbbing, his nipples tingling, his whole body
shuddering with the full, true to life, its happening to me, version of
those little thrills he had felt at the X-rated movies both times he had
managed to work himself up into entering the theater.
Wen said, "Feeling okay, lover boy?" as she smiled knowingly at him.
"O-oh yes, Wen. Just ... perfect!"
"Good. Now, why don't you take a seat on the edge of my bed while I
get naked too."
Bobby fairly scrambled out of Wen's arms and onto the bed, eager to
see his first in-person naked woman.
Wen put on a show, moving as if to unheard music, removing her
garments one by one and *slowly*! By the time she was down to her
lingerie, Bobby was all but drooling, and his cockhead was rather wet and
glistening. Wen's undergarments consisted of a black lace half-bra which
revealed her nicely large bosom and rose-red nipples, black and red satin
panties over a black and red garter belt holding up those black
stockings.
And, she didn't stop there. After pausing and posing while Bobby
panted at the picture she presented so scantily clad, she continued her
strip tease. First, off came the bra, fully revealing the round, creamy
breasts. Then, she snapped open the garter tabs and extricated the straps
from under the panties. Then she rolled each stocking down to her feet
and after unhooking the garter belt she threw all three items into a
corner. And last of all, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and
wiggled sensuously out of them - leaving herself as naked as Bobby.
He just stared. She was beautiful - *very* beautiful - but he found
her pussy unique. She had a very small bush - actually, it was only an
inch wide strip of short black fur centered over and hiding the slit of
her womanhood. He had never seen anything like it before (and no matter
how limited his physical and motion picture experience was, he had a
collection of dirty magazines at home to rival any dirty old man's).
She slinked over to him and just stood there looking down at him. He
was facing her navel, and in good line of sight to that barely-covered
cunt, now showing just a hint of pink between the black fur from her
wide-legged stance. His hand had already strayed to his cock, and now it
began to pump as he took deep breaths of her musky, feminine scent.
Wen said, "Whoa, now, lover boy. None of that, at least not by you."
She went to her knees and removed his hand from his oozing cock,
replacing it with her own. She said, "I think that this fine tool needs
some relief: don't worry, you have plenty of scum for more orgasms and
this'll just take the edge off of your need, not stunt it altogether.
Trust me, lover boy. It'll be good, and it won't stop you from any of the
other fun of this evening."
With that, Wen proceeded to jerk Bobby off thoroughly and
excitingly. She mostly used his own natural (and copious) lubrication,
but she also occasionally took a like of his tube steak. Bobby let the
excitement build, trusting Wen's knowledge, and he was soon tensing, and
then exploding in orgasm.
Wen directed most of the load of cum into her mouth and licked up
the residue without ever closing her mouth around the cock.
When the mess was cleaned up, Bobby found himself still quite erect,
the not quite so worked up. Wen said, "See, lover boy? I was right.
There's plenty of action left in your fine cock.
"Now, I think you should really explore me, find out exactly what
girls are made of. So, if you'll scoot aside a bit, I'll lay next to you
and give you the reins."
Wen stretched languorously on her back next to Bobby, reaching her
arms above her head and pointing her toes in an effort to reach her full
length. Then, she relaxed and turned to look at Bobby, who had just been
staring at the sight of Wen's lithe body.
She giggled and said, "Lover boy, its going to take a long time to
get either of us off that way. Come on, use your hands! Touch, explore,
get to know me. I won't bite ..."
Bobby grinned back, his near awe set aside for the moment. He
reached out tentatively even so, contacting her left breast first,
sending a tingle of excitement up his arm and down to his groin. Then,
when she indeed didn't bite, he grew bold enough to comply with her
wishes - he put both hands on her breasts and began to explore.
Wen felt as beautiful as she looked. Her breasts were taut but soft,
with diamond-hard points tipping each. He especially liked the way Wen
shuddered when he flicked at her nipples.
He ran his hands over both breasts very thoroughly and then began to
go lower. His hands caressed the base of her ribs - silky smooth skin
just barely covering the bones. Then her stomach, slightly concave
normally, now positively hollow due to gravity and her position. Bobby
traced her abdomen lightly and laughed to discover that Wen was slightly
ticklish.
His hands went to her hips, bypassing the nearly taboo and eagerly
anticipated area of her groin, and continued down her smooth legs. He
felt her muscles tense as he touches sensitive parts of her legs, and
they seemed quite powerful. He massaged her feet lightly, then ran his
hands back up the sides of her body to her armpits, finding another
ticklish spot. He continued up to her hands and then back to her face
where he first traced the outlines of her features, and then leaned over
and retraced them with his tongue. After kissing her for a good long
time, he moved his mouth to her breasts and gave them a good licking,
spending a long time nursing at each nipple, making Wen's hips begin to
squirm.
Eventually, Bobby left Wen's breasts, licking down their undersides,
across her ribs, and into the concavity of her stomach and the silky skin
there. His tongue and mouth began to tingle in anticipation of his
ultimate destination as he paused at her navel and practiced, thrusting
his tongue hard in and out of her deep belly button. He spent a bit
longer there than he really wanted to, but he was more than a little
nervous about actually putting his mouth on Wen's cunt.
Oh, he had read all about cunnilingus, and had seen scenes of it in
those movies, not to mention numerous pictures. But, he wasn't quite sure
just what it would be like. Some of the stories he had read indicated
that it was easy and fun, while others said that the smell was
devastating and the taste worse, and yet others portrayed a mixture of
the two. Finally, he decided he'd just have to find out for himself and
he slurped his tongue back into his mouth and continued to lip his way
'south'.
He stopped when he felt the relative roughness of her tiny,
sculptured bush on his chin. He scooted down until he was kneeling
between Wen's parted legs, with her still hidden cunt at eye level. He
hesitantly touched the black fur there with one finger, and was amazed at
how soft it really was. He began to stroke it as if it was a cat, and Wen
began to purr (almost), and wiggle her hips as Bobby petted her pussy.
As Wen wriggled, she opened her legs wider and wider so that
eventually as Bobby petted, he encountered wet, pink skin instead of
silky fur-like hair.
He stopped his stroking and looked at his hand, its middle finger
nestled between parted cunt-lips. He raised the hand to his nose and
caught the delicious odor of the pearly liquid clinging to his hand.
Then, automatically, he licked at his hand and tasted his first sample of
cunt juice. It was *wonderful*! He cleaned off his hand avidly, then
fairly dove into Wen's pussy, eager to get at more of the tasty juice.
First, he just licked up and down in broad swipes, touching all the
inner parts of her cunt - the folds, the entrance to her vagina, her
hidden clit - equally and lightly. Then, in response to his own
curiosity, he began to concentrate on her vagina.
It seemed to be very tight (to his inexperienced senses), and it had
very strong muscles. He would probe his tongue all the way into her, and
Wen would squeeze her walls around him a few times before he withdrew it.
Apart from the excitement of his position, and the thought of where his
tongue was, he really liked the juices his probing generated, and he
could have continued like that all night. But Wen, who know far more
about it all, decided that he needed to learn it all.
So she said, "Bobby, honey, I can tell you are enjoying yourself,
and I'm not doing so bad either. But, have you ever heard of a clitoris,
lover boy? I'd really like it if you'd find mine and play with it a bit."
Bobby lifted his head, which was half coated in girl-juice, and
nodded. Then he used his tongue to find her hard and now protruding clit
and to flick at it rapidly, as he had read somewhere was pleasurable. Wen
almost immediately went crazy, bucking her hips like mad, forcing Bobby
to pin her down by her hips so he could continue to play.
Eventually, he went back to her love-tunnel and then began to divide
his attention between the two areas. He had enough energy to substitute
for skill, and Wen orgasmed again and again and again.
At last, Wen spoke again. "Lover boy, you have an amazing tongue,
but I need something different down there now. Time to get that rock hard
cock of yours all wet. Come on up here, lover boy."
Bobby was almost reluctant to leave his feasting site, but with a
half-playful grip on his ears, Wen managed to drag his mouth away from
her fountain. The trance broken, Bobby realized what Wen was asking for
next, and scrambled to his knees between her thighs.
Wen said, "Wait," and produced a pillow which she shoved under her
ass to elevate her hips. Bobby's cock was throbbing, but not aching - he
would have the stamina to last once he was inside her.
He knew what to do next without much prompting (from those two
movies, and from the pictures in the magazines). He put his left hand on
the bed next to Wen's chest, and used the other to rub his thin cock up
and down her exposed slit until, with a little additional pressure on one
slide, the head of his cock managed to push a fraction into the
closed-tight entrance to her vagina.
As soon as he was thus 'aimed', he took up the classic 'push-ups'
stance of the missionary position and began to press down and forward
with his hips against the muscles in Wen's groin.
It wasn't easy - not nearly as easy as it had seemed on the silver
screen. If he had had anything to compare it to, he might have likened
the sensation to that of buggering a young, virgin asshole - but he
didn't know that. He did know that he had a very thin, if rather long,
cock and he wondered, after he was about two inches in and still
struggling, how anyone of a more normal, or even more than normal, width
could possibly get into the beauty beneath him. She was far too skilled
to be anything near a virgin, though, so someone must have managed it.
Bobby found his struggle to penetrate as stimulating as the act
itself. He had always, mostly subconsciously, worried about his cock size
- whether he *could* fuck someone and feel it. But he no longer had to
worry, at least with Wen. The forced entrance wasn't painful: Wen was
well lubricated and the walls of her cunt pressed delightfully against
the portion of his cock that was inside of her. She was moaning and
tossing her head, so she wasn't in any pain, either.
Bobby pushed and pushed, and finally began to kiss at Wen's mouth as
he pushed. Her mouth opened and she trapped his tongue lightly between
her teeth, forcing him to work his tongue as delightfully hard as his
cock.
And, after longer than he had even expected his first fuck to take,
Bobby felt his white pubes touch Wen's black ones, and he was all the way
in. He was no longer a virgin!
Then, Wen relaxed her muscles and Bobby's cock was no longer in a
vise. She was still tight, but as he raised his hips until only his
cockhead was still in her, it was far, far easier and no less
pleasurable, to move within her.
Bobby's hips went on automatic, rhythmically pumping in and out, as
he received instructions on what to do while fucking (besides fuck). He
kissed (of course) and licked Wen from her chest up, all over her face
and arms and armpits, and other weird but exciting areas. He massaged
too, reaching from the junction of their bodies to Wen's glossy hair.
And, his intentness on his lessons enabled him to 'forget' about his
cock, and postponed his orgasm quite nicely.
In fact, Wen had to finally remind him that it would be nice if they
could finish sometime soon, so they could go on to other things. Almost
embarrassed, Bobby concentrated on his cock, its motion in and out of
Wen's delectable body, the friction, the feelings - and he finally
convulsed and spasmed his pent up load of cum deep into Wen's body,
making his count 2 orgasms to Wen's 15 (more or less - he had stopped
counting a while ago).
Finished and drained (in more than one way), Bobby collapsed first
onto Wen, and then realizing that he might be making her uncomfortable,
he tiredly rolled off of her. He felt *good* if tired: his first fuck had
been all anyone could ask for.
*
It was Saturday, almost 24 hours after the end of Bobby's first
fuck. He and Wen had spent the previous day getting to know one another
and they had fucked seven more times. Bobby now stood, knees against the
bed, and wondered whether he could make his cock stand up one more time.
Of course, he had though that the last two times, but it got harder to
believe each time Wen enticed his long, thin, and now a little sore, cock
into its most pleasurable state. She was truly a master of the art of
sex.
She knelt in front of him, looking none at all the worse for the
wear. She looked up at him with her violet eyes and made him shiver yet
again with the intensity of that gaze. Then she looked at his white
framed cock, and reached out a long fingered hand and lightly touched the
junction of thing and groin. Another shiver ran through him and - wonder
of wonders - his cock began to rise.
She extended her tongue and began laving his cock with it, licking
it with long, broad strokes up and down its growing length. Soon it was
at full erection, strainingly so. Wen pulled back and looked at it
lovingly, then pulled it down so that it was pointing away from his body
and put it into her mouth - the first time she had ever done so until
now.
Bobby couldn't believe what the inside of Wen's mouth felt like! It
was great! Almost better than her cunt. All the pain vanished from his
overused prick as soon as Wen's lips closed about the base of his cock.
It was almost like magic ...
Bobby tried to place his hands on Wen's head, but he found himself
paralyzed somehow. And, after a bob or two more, Wen's head stopped
moving with her nose in his pubes and ... something seemed to fold out of
the roof of her mouth (or so it felt) and press into his cock. He felt a
stab of pain right in the center of the shaft. Then, there was a drawing
sensation that seemed to strain at the roots of his balls, and he
screamed in agony!
-*-
It had been easy for Wen to postpone the actual capture of her prey
for two reasons: first, he was having so much fun, he obviously had no
intentions of leaving; and second, she was having quite a lot of fun
herself. But, having long since decided that Bobby would do, Wen needed
to bind him eventually so she could begin to feed again. So, Saturday
night, she gave him his first taste (no pun intended) of oral sex.
To her race, oral sex was for one purpose only - feeding. For that
reason, their mouths, under the proper circumstances, were very
anesthetic. Once the male (Wen's race fed only on males) organ was within
the mouth, the feeding assembly descended from the roof of the mouth.
This consisted of a plate to hold the organ steady against the tongue,
and a 'fang' that pierced the shaft and extruded filaments into the cock
that drew essence of maleness that they fed upon from the body of their
victim. It only hurt the first time - thereafter it became necessary for
the victim to feel the drawing at least once a week. And after a year
(more or less), the drawing became physically necessary, not just
mentally.
Wen drew her first meal from Bobby with relish. From the first, she
could tell that Bobby would last - his 'essence' was strong, even after
so many hours of fucking. She could sense the reserves he had, and though
she couldn't accurately judge the length of his service to her, she
remembered the same feel from long ago, when her men lasted decades.
'Here's to a long and happy relationship, lover boy,' Wen thought as
she drew her fill from Bobby's body and his screams turned into pants of
pleasure. She stopped drawing when she felt her mouth fill with his cum -
that, too, hadn't happened in a very long time, and was surely a good
sign.
*-*
Lyn became immediately concerned about her brother when she tried to
call him his first day at Boot Camp and found that he was AWOL even
before the six weeks had begun. But, it wasn't until four months later
that she could interest anyone in looking into the matter.
After the PI was hired, nothing happened for so long that Lyn was
able to forget about it - almost. Bobby was still missing: she never
fully forgot that. But she was able to get through her first year of
college with a 4.0 GPA (after some heavy duty catch up in her first
semester). Her personal life had picked up too - she met and fell in love
with a freshman named Roger. They spent much of their non-school time
together and were seriously considering marriage on their graduation.
Roger was a full year and a half younger than Lyn due to an oddly
placed birthday combined with skipping seventh grade altogether. But, for
being 16 1/2, he was very grown up, more so than some of the 'adult' 18
year olds Lyn met on campus. He was very good looking - he was a runner,
and so had a very sleek body, sandy brown hair, very blue eyes, a Roman
nose over thin lips and a brief moustache. Even if he hadn't been bright,
witty, and personable, he would have been quite welcome in Lyn's bed (if
not necessarily the rest of her life) because being very sexy - a true
hunk - he had a cock on him that wouldn't stop.
Lyn was rather more experienced than her brother at life in general,
and at sex in specific. Though they were identical twins, and thus
equally handsome/pretty, their smarts and sexuality hadn't been so evenly
divided between them, with Bobby receiving the short end of the stick on
both counts. Ever since her breasts had started budding and the first few
white hairs had appeared above her little pink slit, Lyn had been
exploring that silly little thing called 'sex'. And by college, she knew
her way around a bed - and even how to use everyday kitchen objects to
make it even more fun.
Though Lyn and Bobby were 'identical' twins, produced when an
extra-X egg split imperfectly, by the time Bobby left for Boot Camp there
were natural differences between them. Though they still bore an uncanny
facial resemblance, Lyn's 38D chest, 28" waist, and 36" hips made it more
than easy to tell the twins apart.
In June, almost exactly a year after Bobby's disappearance, the PI
finally managed to track down some leads on Lyn's brother, using glimpses
caught by passersby and lots of detection and deduction.
Lyn and Roger took a plane to meet the PI. They all met in a
Sheraton hotel room where the PI said, "Ms Herun, Mr North, the subject,
Mr Robert Herun, seems to be with one Mrs Wendy Therion as far as I can
tell. He was seen leaving the Base in a Corvette tentatively identified
as belonging to her, and neither have been seen since.
"Also, there seems to be some mystery surrounding Mrs Therion -
other disappearances, strange goings on at her estate, nothing provable
of course. These are the directions to her estate. Want me to come
along?"
"No, I don't think so. Thank you, Mr Price. You've done a fine job."
Lyn made the final payment to him and said good bye. Then, unpacking
their 'special equipment', they got in the rental care and followed the
directions.
*-*
One Year. Three hundred and sixty five days in service to Mistress
Wen and every day absolute ecstasy.
Bobby was in absolute soul-love with Wen. Of course, he had to be.
He was bonded to her through the magic of her race, and growing more so
every day. Soon the bond would be unbreakable. It had already had some
irreversible side effects, interesting ones, too.
As a by-product of what he was feeding his mistress, Bobby had
become even more like his twin: Bobby now had breasts, a slim waist,
round hips and full buttocks - in short, Bobby was now a she-male.
-*-
Wen was truly pleased. Despite the fact that the change had come
inordinately rapidly to her latest victim, Bobby was still as potent as
the first day of service with no signs at all of slacking off. She was
sure that he would last at least 20 years if she was careful. And he was
*so* pretty now!
-*-
Bobby knew about what had happened to his body - and he liked it! He
had always envied his sister the attention she got and now he knew he
could get the same kind if he was free of Wen - but of course, he didn't
want to leave Wen, ever.
His breasts were 38D, his waist a slim 26", and his hips a flaring
36". His skin was soft and silky but there was still a layer of muscle
under the extra layer of smoothing fat. His hair was long now, and kept
constantly in a feminine style, and he kept his finger and toe nails
shaped and painted. And, most surprisingly: though his cock still
functioned (well and often), he had no balls.
Wen had explained it all to him. She was feeding off of his
masculinity, and what he now looked like was a by-product of that. She
also explained that she was of a long lived race and that he would have
an extended life too - in fact, he wouldn't age at all from now until his
male essence ran out.
Looking so beautiful and feeling so feminine had changed Bobby. His
former shyness was gone, replaced by a confirmed sexuality combined with
a new confidence in him ... *her*self. Also, there was now a huge streak
of submissiveness in her now, but that was due mostly to Wen's hold over
her.
Barbara - what Wen called Bobby now - had acquired what was almost a
fetish for lingerie: not women's clothes per se, because he was never
required to be fully dressed; but the soft, frilly, sexy underclothes of
females. Barbara had come to view herself as a woman - one with a very
special extra, namely her cock. She had fallen very naturally into a
feminine sort of role as her body changed - almost as if it was her
natural state. She had learned sex in all its variations very rapidly and
now, a year later, felt perfectly natural and perfectly happy just as she
was.
*-*
It was strange, but now that she knew where her brother was, Lyn
began getting the sense that something was very wrong with him. She and
her brother had, at times, been able to communicate with each other
mentally, though not over great distances. They had also been able to
sense things about each other, and this worked over somewhat longer
distances - she remembered the time that Bobby had broken his leg on a
rafting trip, and what it had felt like to her. She also remembered, with
a hint of embarrassment, the questions Bobby had asked of her when she
returned from a trip with friends on which she had lost her virginity
concerning the feelings he had received from her during it. She felt
fortunate that her subsequent sexual activity hadn't been so obvious to
her brother - she wasn't sure she could handle a constant voyeur (no
matter how stimulating the concept was at odd moments). Of course, there
was another reason she was glad her brother wasn't sharing her sexual
feelings, and that had to do with the attraction she had always felt
toward him. For the life of her she couldn't see why it was wrong, but
she kept her desires hidden from him, afraid of what people would say.
She hadn't been able to 'find' Bobby with her twin-sense - she knew
he wasn't dead as some speculated, but she couldn't tell anything more.
Until the moment the PI had called saying that he knew where Bobby was.
Even before she knew anything about the Therion estate, and the
mysterious Wendy, she began to feel that her brother was deep into
something that was more than slightly strange. He was in danger, but from
something that didn't even seem natural, and in a way that wasn't natural
either. Premonitions came to her, and dreams, and visions almost -
warnings about how to prepare for her coming encounter. She had no idea
exactly why she had packed exactly what she had, only that those warning
entities had instructed her to do so.
Thus cryptically armed, Lyn and Roger drove to the Therion estate
near midnight. Parking outside the gates, they walked as silently as
possible to the very lovely house set very far back from the road. They
saw a light in one window, and peeked in cautiously.
They saw two people stretched out on what seemed to be a padded
floor in a fairly large room. One was on her back - dark haired with a
nice figure - being eaten out by another young woman with white blond
hair, wearing a half-bra, garter belt and stockings, and tiny panties,
all in black trimmed with red. It wasn't until the blond lifted her head
that Lyn and Roger both gasped - she looked just like Lyn, and so had to
be Bobby!
*-*
As the two slipped away from the window undetected, Barbara said,
"Will I be able to do that someday, Mistress?" She was referring to the
fact that Wen's cunt was now bald, having never been touched by a razor.
"No, lover-mine. That power is not one you can acquire. But, a razor
works just as well, if you want to become totally hairless down there."
"It sounds like fun, mistress, but it would take to long to grow
back once you got tired of that look, whereas you are able to grow your
fur back in just a day, right?" Wen nodded. "But, as always, mistress, if
you wish ..."
"Well, dearest, that nice white bush of yours is too exciting to
chance the effect of losing it. Now, get back to work: I want three more
orgasms before I go to work on you and suck my supper out of you."
Barbara leaned back into the juncture of Wen's parted thighs and
began to lick lightly at the velvety smooth skin to either side of her
pink and hot slit. No stubble there - never would be - and that made her
very happy: she loved it soft and silky like that!
Then, she parted the nether lips gently and began to lap at the
moisture within, tasting and loving the juices of her mistress. She
licked at the closure of her vagina until Wen shuddered and came, then
began to flick at her clit every once in a while, bringing her to the
required number of orgasms gradually.
Her assignment complete, Barbara sat up and then leaned back,
exposing her always hard cock for Wen to feed off of. Wen also moved
until they had completely reversed - the dark-haired woman's head in the
crotch of the blond.
Wen sucked Barb's cock for several minutes before she released the
plate to hold the cock down and started to feed.
Barbara moaned in deepest ecstasy as Wen took her daily meal. She
remembered the first time - the pain that lasted forever, followed almost
instantly by pleasure that hurt almost as much. Now, after a year, there
was only pleasure - pleasure that topped any of the merely sexual
pleasures that Wen had taught her.
She felt the drawing all through her body, from the slightly concave
region below her cock where her scrotum had been, down to her toes, up to
her fingers, nipples, lips and eyes. Pleasure was generated from each
point of drawing, pleasure that was sexual plus, even in non-sexual
areas.
When Wen was feeding, all other things faded from Barb's mind, even
the passage of time. So, she spent another eternity in ultra-pleasure - a
state she now loved for as she lived to please Wen.
There was a slam as the playroom door was flung open, and Barbara
TO BE CONTINUED
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