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Ayerwen part 2, by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
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Ayerwen -- Part 2
by Dafydd Cyhoeddwr
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was startled out of her timelessness by a familiar voice saying, "What
have you done to my brother!?!"
-*-
Wen separated from Barbara and looked up to see two people in the
doorway. One was a handsome, if somewhat young man, and the other was an
almost exact copy of her little slave. 'So,' thought Wen, 'the twin has
finally tracked her brother down.'
The man had a gun, the woman was armed in a far more sinister manner
with a dagger that dripped a thick, green fluid. The faint scent of
kumquat juice alerted Wen to the dangerous knowledge the woman somehow
possessed. She threw out a wave of psycho-pheromone designed to enslave
the will of males temporarily - she intended to use the young man against
her slave's twin. She saw Barbara's eyes glaze, then the young man's -
and then the woman's! That shouldn't have happened, but then Barbara
hadn't responded normally to her magics either. Apparently, Barbara came
from an odd family.
Leaving Barbara paralyzed along with the others, Wen stood and went
over to the young man. After looking him over and deciding that she liked
him, she did her best to make sure that the woman was really under he
spell: she was. Taking the deadly kumquat-poisoned knife carefully from
the nerveless fingers, she left for a few moments to securely dispose of
it, and then returned to have some fun.
She had once, long ago, spent almost a century keeping a harem of
young men to feed off of. It had been fun, and though it made her slaves
last much longer, it was also somehow tiring. Now, however, the
sleek-bodied youth looked like a good candidate for being added to a new
harem, even if a small one. The woman - well, she was a problem, but one
that could be solved later.
She eased her control off of the young man and said, "What's your
name, surfer-stud?"
"Roger," he answered, mechanically.
"Ah, a fine name. Okay, Roger. Strip."
Roger began to remove his clothes swiftly and economically. Soon he
was naked in front of strangers without the slightest hint of
self-consciousness.
Wen knelt before the thighs of the well built youth and stared at
his fine cock. It was erect and throbbing, eager to be touched. Wen
grasped its silky hardness and drew the head gently down to her lips.
*-*
As Wen began to suck, Lyn began to move. It was hard, but she tried.
She fought the lock Wen had put on her body, and was able to move her
hand slowly into her bag and pull out a pill box. Opening it, she took
out the four pomegranate seeds she had managed to find. Then, step by
step, she walked slowly over to Wen.
*-*
Roger screamed as Wen began to draw from him. He was good, she
thought, but Barbara was twice the 'man'. Still, now Barb would last all
the longer with Roger to alternate with.
So absorbed was she that she didn't notice the presence of Lyn until
she felt a hand grip her jaw and pull her off of Roger. When she was free
of the cock, she felt something else being shoved into her mouth, and
then her jaw was forced closed and she tasted the pungent tang of
pomegranate.
She stood, her eyes wide with fear. "You - how did - how? But - no!
NO!" Still staring at Lyn, she backed away, crying out in fear and
horror. Her skin was turning grey, and she moved slower and slower. This
was horrible. She tried to bring on her death - anything but this!
"Please ... I put the knife ... its ... AHH, the PAIN! NO! I won't die,
don't you understand?! I'll be stone, but alive! Get the knife, I hid it
in ... NO!!"
And Wen was a statue. A very beautiful nude, fear erased from her
face by the last bit of the transformation. And, not dead. Locked forever
in stone, impervious to destruction, but not dead.
*-*
Barbara went from confusion over the familiar voice and the
interrupted feeding, to an odd, aching loss, as if part of her had been
removed - with no memory of the time she had been frozen by Wen's spell.
She looked around the room, conscious of the fact that some time had
passed. First, she saw the naked young man, kneeling, looking very
stricken. Then, she saw the statue that had been her mistress. Strangely
enough, she could already feel the chains that Wen had had on her mind
slipping away, and though she was saddened by the loss of her friend, she
was heartened by the prospect of her freedom. Even so, she wasn't sure
that it would be so easy. Lastly, she turned her eyes to Lyn.
For her part, Lyn was uncertain of what to do now. She knew that the
creature had done something to Roger, probably the same thing that had
been done to her brother. But she didn't know how it would affect him.
She knelt beside Roger and looked at his limp cock. There were
several red marks on it, like puncture wounds, but they didn't seem to be
very deep nor serious. Otherwise, he seemed to be fine, apart from a
little shaken over being freed from the creature's grasp.
Then, she steeled herself and went over to Bobby. She knelt beside
him and said, "Bobby? Are you ... all right?"
Barbara looked at her sister, once again confused. She wasn't sure
what to do now either. The knowledge of how she had changed made her
unsure of how she should react to Lyn, nor what reaction her sister would
have to her.
Finally, she said, "Yes, Lyn. I ... I'm fine, basically. And, um ...
could you please call me Barbara now?"
Lyn gulped and nodded. "Fine, Bob ... Barbara. Um, what ... how ...
um ..."
"Lyn, we need to talk. I ... I'll tell you everything, but could we
get out of this room, please?" Barbara stood and went to the door. Lyn
straightened up and followed, glancing at Roger, who was still kneeling,
staring at the floor. Deciding that he would be all right by himself, she
trailed her brother out the door and into a large bedroom, marveling at
the ultra-feminine (and naked) ass that wiggled before her down the hall.
Barbara reclined on the bed, perfectly comfortable there even in her
near- naked state. As she began talking, Lyn hesitantly sat beside her
and listened.
Barbara told about how she had been lured to the house and then
enslaved by Wen's alien appetite. How, after a few weeks, her body had
begun to change - skin softening, chest swelling, balls shrinking. She
told her sister what it had been like serving Wen, what and who Wen was,
and why she had ended up like she had.
As she spoke, Barbara began feeling strange. She could feel the
nearness of her sister, feel the sexuality that she, when she was a boy,
had fought against feeling. Now, she needed to have her sister. It was
important for her to fill the void left by Wen with someone fast. She
could already feel the needs building, needs Wen had assuaged. Some Lyn
couldn't cover, but her presence would help.
So, as she finished her story, and as her cock began to grow, she
turned to Lyn and said, "Lyn, I ... I want us to be lovers. Please? I
think that, from what Wen said, I shouldn't be totally physically
dependent on her ministrations, but the next week is going to be tough
trying to get over the mental dependency. Also, I think that because you
interrupted Wen when she was feeding on me, and she never finished that
feeding, there are some strange things going on inside of me, things
stirring me up, things making it necessary for me to cum. I need help -
your help. Now. I can feel things building inside ... pressures ...
please?"
Lyn's first-thought response was 'but we can't!' Then, she stopped
to think again. True, there were societal pressures against it, but could
she let society force her to abandon her erstwhile brother? Of course,
maybe it was just lust talking - that long-harbored lust for her brother,
and another, even deeper hidden lust for she-males and dominance acquired
after seeing a particularly strange movie at a boyfriends' house, coupled
with a thought or two about the lesbian experimentation she had done.
There were so many things that would make her happy that society would
frown at. And many of them were right here on this bed with her. She
decided to let her heart be her guide.
"Being lovers would please me no end, Bo - um, Barbara, but it will
have to be on my terms, okay? Whatever I say, you will do?" Lyn asked.
Barbara immediately felt her submissiveness flare up - despite the
absence of Wen's influence, she found that she still harbored a desire to
submit - and she said, "Absolutely, sis - or rather, Mistress Lyn.
Anything you say."
Lyn smiled and then stretched out on the bed, her legs spread wide.
"Okay, then, eat me out!"
Barbara hastened to comply. She scrambled over Lyn's thigh and
crouched between them. She swiftly unbuckled Lyn's belt and opened her
jeans, then pulled them down slightly. Bending down and pulling the
powder-blue panties out of the way, she started to pet the silky white
fur at the juncture of her sister's thighs, but stopped being cutesy when
a finger happened to slip between Lyn's lips and she felt the wet head
building up in there. She lowered her face to those lips and dove in,
tongue first.
Barbara found her sister's cunt almost as heavenly as Wen's, but he
licked and sucked it just as wholeheartedly as he had been taught,
knowing that without doubt that this heaven was the best he would ever
get again.
Lyn found Barbara's tongue, nose, mouth, and fingers to be extremely
talented, and her orgasms began quickly and refused to stop. Barbara
seemed to have no intention of stopping either, so it took a command from
Lyn to get her switch probing instruments. But once the order was given
(and Lyn was completely divested of jeans and panties, with the shirt and
bra going too for good measure), Barb got busy with equal enthusiasm.
The siblings found even greater pleasure in fucking. Barbara's long,
thin cock fit perfectly into her sister's cunt, and neither of them had
ever felt so good, or right, or, well, perfect! Barbara had learned
control from her vampiric mentor, and she managed to keep from cumming
for well over an hour, driving Lyn almost to distraction with pleasure
before finally unloading into her.
Now both naked, the sisters returned to the playroom to find that
Roger hadn't moved. Lyn began to worry, and Barbara joined her kneeling
beside the naked surfer-stud. Lyn lifted the young man's head, but
Roger's eyes were staring blankly, unseeing. Lyn called his name
repeatedly, eventually resorting to slapping his face lightly.
Eventually, he began to blink slowly, and then his eyes focused. He
looked at Lyn, his expression still blank, with a touch of fear entering
it. His eyes scanned over to Barbara, and he came alive again. He stared
in lustful hunger at the she-male, and his cock erected instantly. He
bent swiftly down and took hold of Barbara's cock, stuffing it into his
mouth. He sucked it hard again, and then into a swift orgasm that almost
made Barbara collapse.
And that was the way of it from then on. The three managed to
procure the Therion estate - Wen had, of course, no heirs. Lyn continued
college, and graduated in due time. She had her now sister remained
lovers, and very happily so. The submissive Barbara was happy too,
because Roger became *her* slave.
Roger was a sad case. He had been severely damaged when Lyn had
pulled Wen off of him before her first feeding was complete. His mind was
crippled, and his libido had been altered too. He couldn't manage to
relate sexually to Lyn anymore, but he remained friends with her. His
personality had been altered so that he was excessively submissive - even
more than Barbara - so he became Barb's slave, and he wasn't too smart
anymore. The twins speculated on whether it was just Wen's doing that had
altered Roger, or whether the trauma she had caused had uncovered
something else hidden within him. Unfortunately, there wasn't really any
way they could find out.
So, through the workings of a very good lawyer (and a lot of
misdirection and outright lies), the newly married (for convenience)
couple of Lyn and Roger got more than just the lands of Ms Therion - they
got the bulk of her fortune. And the three of them lived happily ever
after in luxury and splendor.
© 1992 by John White. Permission granted to reproduce and
redistribute this work as long as no profit is made from it, and the work
is duplicated in full.
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