Fallen From Grace (closed for RainingHeat)

[RainingHeat]

"Pull your skirt up. Let me see your pussy."

His words startled her a bit out of her thoughts. His voice was strangely flat, but the angel thought that maybe it was just her imagination, or her perception, given what she had been thinking about the innocent boy/man that had happened to stumble across the cursed fallen angel.

She wanted to say no, she wanted to tell him that driving was not the place to be staring at, or even thinking about her pussy. But none of those words even made it near her lips. "yes... Master" was what she said, the curse inside her laughing almost hysterically... "and you thought you could not do as he commanded. Something as simple as pull up your skirt, and already, your getting wet, hiking it up to show him your cunt, you fallen angel whore that you are"

She had to shake her head, hard, to send that voice, so like Suziel's out of her head, as she did as he wished, and pulled up the short black skirt, to reveal her once again wet, still reddened from riding him, pussy.

"Such a nice pussy, Mirshann. Good girl."

He reached out with his right hand and softly stroked the inside of her thigh. Mirhsann's eyes closed as she leaned back, a low purr rippling past her lips. Already, again, she felt the licking flames of desire awakening, and it sickened that one, small, still trying to stay innocent part of her brain.

"You've pleased me well today, Mirshann. You will be rewarded soon."

Rewarded. All she wanted with to fuck him again and again... and again..... God.. help ... her....

KITTEN RANCH

The neon sign blared, blinking in different colors...

KITTEN RANCH

KITTEN RANCH

"This is a strip club. And tonight you are my kitten. Do try to stay close, Mirshann. Any of these bitches will spread for the right price. Money's what makes this place run after all."

Money... Money was the devil's playground. Money and sex is what most often corrupted souls. This place, was dripping with corruption.

"This place where money is the motivator. Will you let them smell money on me, Mirshann? Will you let another take what is yours?"

Take ... Take what was HERS??? The thought sank into the depths of her belly like a lead stone. If her curse could have raged, screamed, pounded it's fist, turned red in the face, surely it would have. TAKE WHAT WAS HERS??? He was not hers, but she was bound to him... Soul to soul. His full... hers completely empty, dependent on him to keep her fed, to keep her alive. If another.... the thought itself almost sent her into a spiral. She saw herself, clawing her own eyes out to NOT see him pleasuring another instead of her. Pleasure another along with her, fine. But instead of her??? The Fallen Angel was not sure what... she would do.

A look of cold fear colored her eyes.

"no.. no Master... Please... Mirshann belongs to you, only you... the heavens cast me out, you found me.. you, Master.. I am yours" she leaned into him, whispering in his ear.. "I will do anything they can do, and more Master... you... know.... that... please"

"This is an order, so listen carefully. You will do anything to ensure I don't get treated to a.....back room treatment by any of these.....whores. Anything short of causing a fight or violence. Now let's go have some fun, ok?"

It was as if a chain snapped tightly closed around her throat, choking her. His command ran across her mind as it ingrained itself within.

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Stan... StantheMan as he so brazenly called himself online.

He was clearly a couple of years older than Grant. He had long messy, almost curly blonde hair, and dark brown eyes, hidden behind a pair of pretty thick black rimmed glasses. He looked as nerdy as Grant did, only a bit older was all.

He had seen the jeep pull in and he hopped out of his pickup.. He had thought buying the big Ford F150 pickup would look cool to chicks. Hell, Toby Keith the country singer owned a Ford F150 and the chicks were all over him. Never mind the was a handsome country singer. Stan thought it was all about the truck.

Stan may have been a nerd, but he was better with girls than Grant was. ONce the contacts were in and he got that mass of long hair under control, he was not all that hard to look at. And more than once he had bragged to Grant about the one night stands he had ... or what hooker he had banged on a particular night. For Stan it was all about getting laid. It always was.

What he saw getting out of Grant's jeep nearly caused his jaw to break when it hit the groud. HOw.. how had that kid manage to afford a hooker that looked like THAT????????

 

[dryfter]

And there he was. Grant saw him just about the same time Stan no doubt noticed his Jeep. At least he'd had the good sense to clean up a little before coming here. Then again, that wasn't surprising, seeing as how the man almost always thought things through with his smaller head. And he'd mentioned already about how he was going to try and impress that saucy little blonde stripper inside.

Still, it was nice to see him without his five o'clock shadow for a change, without a beer in his hand, though Grant knew that would change soon enough.

It was even better to see the look on his face as Mirshann quietly let herself out of the passenger side of the vehicle. If there had been any doubt about it before, it was laid to rest in that one look of astonishment. This was how Stan truly felt.....that there was no way Grant could get a woman better looking than he could. At least, that had been the idea up until now.

"Yo."

He gave him a soft chuck under the chin, and that seemed to bring his buddy back around. Too bad he still only seemed capable of shooting glances between the two of them, frantically even as his pet sidled up to him in silence and claimed an arm......

"You like my kitten, yes? Come, Mirshann.....where are your manners? Say hello to my friend, Stan."

"K-KITTEN?! Did you say, KITTEN?"

It seemed the man finally found his tongue, and in an amusing way it seemed.

"Kitten. As in pet. Does that bother you?"

Grant reached up to gently run his fingers through her onyx hair, delighting in how she responded to his touch, and knowing that Stan saw her response as well. They had always been fairly close, but the man's constant womanizing had been a nearly constant irritant....one he'd kept silent for ages. Friends couldn't let such small things matter like that. But now, Grant was rather enjoying the reactions his coaxing was getting from Stan. Mirshann was playing along so well too....well enough that Grant wondered if she was playing at all.

"Shall we go inside and say hi to this blonde whore you have lined up for your wallet this evening? I'd like to be seated somewhere we can be seen too.....I'm expecting company."

Stan gave him a strange look at that, and Grant laughed aloud. He was surprised at him being with one woman.....

"How much did she cost you, dude? Bitches like that aren't cheap. You know you didn't have to go that far to impress me."

He'd known Stan long enough to know that no matter what he said, he wouldn't be believed. To do so was to risk his own ego and his self delusion that he was twice the ladykiller Grant would ever be. But Grant didn't have to be the one who answered......

"Answer his question, kitten."

He kept his eyes on Stan, strangely delighting in his reactions as Mirshann spoke. And it was only going to get better.

"And I have a second guest on the way. Her name is Caitlin. Cute little waitress, nice tits, looks like she could be pretty tight too. Unhappy with her boyfriend. Could be fun......let's find a place to sit down, ok?"

 

[RainingHeat]

Mirshann leaned into Grant, practically wrapping herself around him. She took a glance at the man who approached, but her eyes did not linger, instead they lowered slowly down as Grant greeted him...

"Yo."

It was not lost on the fallen angel that the man, his friend, was literally staring at her. She could feel the heat, almost scortching, as his eyes roamed downwards, pausing of course at her tits, her lace covered belly, where the skirt caressed her upper thighs...

"You like my kitten, yes? Come, Mirshann.....where are your manners? Say hello to my friend, Stan."

"K-KITTEN?! Did you say, KITTEN?"

It seemed the man finally found his tongue, and in an amusing way it seemed.

"Kitten. As in pet. Does that bother you?"

Even she had to smile at the reaction of Stan... it was that comical.

"Greetings... Stan..." her voice was soft as she looked up at him. He was a bit taller than Grant, and lankier. "Master has allowed me to keep my name, I am called Mirshann.." She released her hold on Grant and bowed lightly in greeting, before she leaned back into him, fingertips slowly gliding up and down his arm.

When he reached up and drew his fingers into and thru the dark strands of her hair, a low, purring moan slipped from her lips, her eyes closing, her breath catching, holding as she quiverd slightly against him. "please" she whispered, her voice dripping with the sweetest of honey.. her hips rocking suggestively against his side.

"Shall we go inside and say hi to this blonde whore you have lined up for your wallet this evening? I'd like to be seated somewhere we can be seen too.....I'm expecting company."

"How much did she cost you, dude? Bitches like that aren't cheap. You know you didn't have to go that far to impress me."

He'd known Stan long enough to know that no matter what he said, he wouldn't be believed. To do so was to risk his own ego and his self delusion that he was twice the ladykiller Grant would ever be. But Grant didn't have to be the one who answered......

"Answer his question, kitten."

"Yes Master" she said with the slightest nod of her head.

"Sir... " she using that as a show of respect, as she knew this was her Master's friend, "I am his kitten, his pet, his slave, whatever he wishes me to be. He owns me, body and soul. I was not bought, rented, or loaned. And I am not for sale, unless Master..." and she paused at the thought, trembling, "deems it so. Which would be death.. to me" she stopped there, taking a quivering breath. Mirshann lowered her head to his shoulder, and surely he could feel her shaking at her own words.

"And I have a second guest on the way. Her name is Caitlin. Cute little waitress, nice tits, looks like she could be pretty tight too. Unhappy with her boyfriend. Could be fun......let's find a place to sit down, ok?"

The music practically assaulted them as they entered the club. It was large, very large, with 3 different entertainment rooms, and of course private rooms, both downstairs and upstairs. The downstairs rooms were for lap dances, and other such entertainment, and when in there, a "Grunt" which was what the Bouncers were called, the word emblazoned across the back of their black tee shirts, a Grunt would observe. There was no touchy when getting a lap dance.

Going upstairs was an entirely different story. For the agree'd upon payment, upstairs, anything goes. There were several massage rooms, several bedrooms, and several bondage rooms. All for a more intimate, and touchy feely experience.

Already, on all 3 stages, there were dancers, in various stages of undress.

"This one" Stan pointed, seeing the waitress he was horny for.

 

[dryfter]

He let Stan lead. The man was used to it after all. Though Grant had to admit that he was a little surprised at the woman his friend pointed out.

"Thought you said she was a stripper? Of course, I guess I might have assumed that. Or does she do that too? Lord only knows she'd probably flash you her tits if you tipped her hard enough."

That got him a grin from his buddy, though the young man didn't miss his older companion's gaze slide right to drift over Mirshann again.

"That reminds me."

Grant paused for a moment, uncaring who watched what was going on.....indeed even a few of the exotic dancers had taken note of the gorgeously possessive brunette that had just come in clinging to a young man's arm. Twisting in her grip, Grant reached for her, his fingers entwining into her hair just enough to hold his sexy kitten in place as he kissed her soundly while Stan tried his best to keep his attention on the object of his desire rather than find a new and already taken one.

"That was for being a good pet just now. I was satisfied with your answer outside, though I don't like talk of you dying."

Grant waved off the first table Stan tried sitting down at. Too dark and secluded, and though it might have served his buddy's purposes for what he had in mind.....it was an inconvenience to the young author.

"I have someone else I'm meeting here, remember? She's not going to find us here. Besides, we both know you won't be staying here long anyway. Not with your penchant for sniffer's row. Wonder how your "girlfriend" is going to deal with you gazing at other pussies, Stan. You really serious about this chick?"

Since he had come in, he had gazed, but shown relatively no interest. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Even the few that had come close to them to gauge interest had found him cold and almost contemptful. Yet there was something about that girl on his shoulder that was so deliciously inviting......

"Here will do nicely."

The seats he gestured to were well lit, and provided a good view of what was going on. For a second, he thought about ordering Mirshann to sit with a simple gesture of a finger. That had been all it took to have her on her knees at the adult boutique after all....

Instead he sat down, feeling his arm slip out of her grasp as she released him somewhat hesitantly. Smiling at Stan, he didn't even have to look at her as he patted his open and waiting lap.

"Wonder if she'll show up. She liked you, Mirshann. Oh....excuse us....."

The blonde waitress had come around finally, and it was more than time for Stan to start working on the unsuspecting flirt of a girl. Time would only tell just how successful his advances would be.....then again.....in a place like this, Stan wouldn't be the only one doing advancing......

 

[RainingHeat]

Mirshann's eyes were everywhere, not looking at people persay, but just taking in the whole of the large, loud, strip club. She wanted to see everything, that included the people, the setting, hearing the music, and, deep inside, the curse that festered there in the fallen angel could almost feel the corruption, the debauchery, the sex, sex of all types, going on all under one roof.

But her attention went immediately back to Grant as soon as his fingers stroked into, entwining within, her hair, his mouth finding hers. She melted into the kiss, her body clinging to his, her arms enfolding around him, nails dragging lightly along his back as her tongue and his met, tasting, twirling, mating for those few moments, her low moans easily heard by Stan and anyone else standing nearby. As she undulated against him, the short skirt rode up some, revealing the curve of her ass cheeks for a moment or two.

When he broke the kiss, the angel was breathless and flush...

"That was for being a good pet just now. I was satisfied with your answer outside, though I don't like talk of you dying."

"yes Master" she noted what he said, filing it away in her head.

As they made their way into the club, it was quite obvious that Mirshann was certainly attracting attention. Passing a couple of jocks (what else) one elbowed the other as they drooled, whispering to each other, asking the bartender how much she would cost, and finding out she did not even work there.. Both were stunned...

Other men stopped and stared, and even some of the women, the waitresses and strippers, could not seem to take their eyes off the beauty that had just strolled in. Mirshann could feel it, hell it was more than obvious... She knew it was because she was an angel, there was something, an aura about her, that just attracted attention. Even tho she was a fallen angel. That aura was still present. Never mind that she was half naked, if one really looked, and hanging all over Grant...

"Here will do nicely."

The Table was in the middle of the club, easy to see as the lights were directly over head. Mirshann had a sudden thought that Grant, wanted to show off. She knew that was part of the corruption that was winding it's way thru him, the need to flaunt what one has, the need for attention. And she was sure that any other time either he or his friend had been there, more than likely they had not attracted ANY attention. This would be very different, that was for sure.

She disengaged herself from his arm, as he sat down. She stood back waiting for what he wished her to do, head down, eyes lowered, until he patted his lap. A smile warmed her lips as she moved to straddle over his legs, one sleek leg on either side of him, her tiny skirt lifting just a bit, allowing Stan and any one else looking, to see that she indeed had no panties on what so ever, and she settled down on his lap, facing him. "MMmmm Master" she murmured as she lowered her head to rest on his shoulder....

"Wonder if she'll show up. She liked you, Mirshann. Oh....excuse us....."

The waitress, a little blonde girl, her very long flaxon hair tied back in a long braid. She was wearing barely anything, a half tee shirt that said KITTEN across her chest, and bikini bottoms.. and that was it.. She paused, staring for a minute at the girl so firmly nestled in the guy's lap. Mirshann, was not sitting still either, she was rocking ever so subtly against him, wanton, heated, needy... but she stayed quiet.

"can I get you guys.... OH... Hi" she glanced at Stan, recognizing him. "What, can I get you to drink??"

"What a gorgeous girl man" said one guy as he passed by, staring at the angel sitting in Grant's lap, his eyes taking in her bared thighs, and noting that her ass cheeks were easily seen as well. "better than anything here" his buddy piped up, he slapping Grant on the shoulder appreciatively as he passed.

 

[dryfter]

He could feel her against him. Could feel her desire scorching his thigh where she continued to stroke herself almost imperceptably against him. But Stan's love interest had noticed, even before she had noticed Stan. And for a second, Grant and the new girl locked gazes. It was more like a challenge than anything, daring her to do anything about Mirshann's needy performance. He wasn't the kind of guy that would steal a woman from his best friend, and frankly, he didn't need her. Certainly not with his pet practically ready to go....and another fine figure on her way here.....or so he hoped.

His tousled blonde hair danced slightly as he chuckled, drawing her attention. It seemed she was attracting more than just female attention as was expected. The comments of the two men, an actual compliment, as they walked past him and noticed what was going on.....made him swell dangerously with pride for the first time. This was really happening.....this was really happening!

"What a gorgeous girl man."

Better than anything here."

"Do you really think so?"

That stopped them for a second, the second guy who had caught his attention gave him a dumb founded look, glancing openly at the brazenly rocking Mirshann as if Grant had lost his fucking mind.

"I mean....check that redhead out over there. Her rack is twice the size of Mirshann's.....and don't even show the slightest sign of sagging. There's some damn nice pussy in here, man. I bet the girl on stage right now could take a roll of quarters up her pussy and drop exact change for you."

For a second, they took the bait, both of them turning to stare at the exotic looking asian stripper just in time for them to catch a saucy wink and a sultry smile from her as she deftly undid the knots of her g-string. He was teasing them both, but more than that, he was teasing her. She was close, and he could feel her tense in his lap, her soft and gentle grinding had ceased. Even Stan and his waitress he so had the hots for had forgotten what they were doing to stare at Grant as if he'd completely gone insane.....not for speaking his mind, but for actually doing it in front of her.

"But perhaps you're right. Maybe there isn't a single girl in here as hot as Mirshann."

And just like that the confusion was tangible as each of them tried to figure out just what the hell was going through his mind.

"Shall we find out? I mean....she's dressed the part already, isn't she?"

No, he wasn't angry, or discontented with her at all she would learn. He'd promised her a trying evening, and it was only beginning.

"Mirshann...."

He turned to her finally, knowing he had her undivided attention the second he addressed her. She was a good pet.

"How do you feel, Mirshann?"

Of course, he knew exactly how she felt.....her desire was soaking his jeans in a constant reminder of her "feelings" for him.

"Did you know there are private rooms that a couple can fuck here? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He knew she would. She practically lived for it, it seemed. And with the thoughts running through his head right now, he knew she could feel just how ready he was beneath her shifting weight.

"There's a problem though, hun."

Her face fell, and he almost laughed. It was almost comical, seeing how easily the light of her desire had been snuffed out by disappointment. She thought he was teasing her again, and in truth.....he was. But still.....

"The rooms are only accessible to the dancers here."

"Whoa man, what're you saying? You can't be saying what I think you're saying? No way is she gonna do it, Grant."

The two random studs stood where Grant had left them, watching everything in an electricity filled silence.

"Mirshann....you'll dance for your Master.....right?"

His voice left little question as to just how erotic and pleasing he would find that to be.....

And it mattered little if the buxom little Asian bitch were kicked off the stage or not. He doubted a single bouncer in the place would lift a finger.........

 

[RainingHeat]

"What a gorgeous girl man."

"Better than anything here."

"Do you really think so?"

That stopped them for a second, the second guy who had caught his attention gave him a dumb founded look, glancing openly at the brazenly rocking Mirshann as if Grant had lost his fucking mind.

"I mean....check that redhead out over there. Her rack is twice the size of Mirshann's.....and don't even show the slightest sign of sagging. There's some damn nice pussy in here, man. I bet the girl on stage right now could take a roll of quarters up her pussy and drop exact change for you."

Mirshann herself stole a glance in that same direction, taking note of the redhead, and the dancer that was currently writhing and rocking on stage. Without thought, she felt her body tense, just from him looking... LOOKING... at another female. It was not a jealous tightening, not at all. It was something so much deeper, as if her very existence had sudden gotten cold... and lonely... and empty. None of the others felt it, of course, only her. Her lips pressed then to his ear, a low, needy whimper slipping past for him only to hear.

"But perhaps you're right. Maybe there isn't a single girl in here as hot as Mirshann."

"Shall we find out? I mean....she's dressed the part already, isn't she?"

"Mirshann...."

He turned to her finally, knowing he had her undivided attention the second he addressed her. She was a good pet.

"How do you feel, Mirshann?"

"Hungry... Master... Heated... Wet... Emtpy... Master... I.. need YOU Master"

The words were whispered, begged, low, but easily heard by those closest around the table, including the little hot waitress that Stan had the boner for. She visibly gasped at the words that came out of Mirshann.

"Did you know there are private rooms that a couple can fuck here? You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"yesssssss" she purred, nuzzling into the curve of this throat, where his neck and shoulder met.

There's a problem though, hun."

Her low moan slipped past as she lifted her head to regard him, disappointment more than evident in her gaze.

"The rooms are only accessible to the dancers here."

"Whoa man, what're you saying? You can't be saying what I think you're saying? No way is she gonna do it, Grant."

The two random studs stood where Grant had left them, watching everything in an electricity filled silence.

"Mirshann....you'll dance for your Master.....right?"

Her eyes lit up at that, and Mirshann felt that cursed beast inside her jump up and nearly come bursting out of her in it's excitement. New stimulation, and.. a new way to arouse Grant... YES.... She shook on his lap as she answered, managing to keep that damned curse out of her voice..

"of course Master... for your pleasure... Master"

With a low purr, she slid off his lap, lifting her leg to step to one side. Her own arousal was evident on his jeans, where she had been wantonly rubbing herself for most of the time on his lap.

She took a quick look at the room, she finding first, the bouncer. As she walked across the floor, her entire body seemed to illuminate, her motions smooth, sexual, lasivious, immoral, carnal... it was as if that stage were the prey and she were the tiger about to pounce. The asian stripper currently up there had no chance at all, it seemed as Mirshann first flashed a wink to the Bouncer, followed by the softest of smiles, she then ascended to the stage.

The crowd went quiet, watching intently as the dark haired girl, Grant's fallen angel, slowly ran her fingers into and thru the stripper's hair, before grasping those strands in her fist. Pulling her head back, Mirshann ran her lips along the girl's throat, up to her ear "Go... now" was all she said. The heat that was coming from the angel was almost tangible, and the stripper merely nodded. It was not unusual for female patrons to try out the stage, tho it usually never ended well. Most could not dance if they tried. But this one.... she was different...

The stage and the room went dark for a moment, before the stage light flashed to life once again.

She stood there, for a moment, taking a deep breath. She then straightens her back, almost proudly, body flushed and trembling as she glides across the stage, she feeling every eye in the room turning to gaze upon her. None meant anything to her, except his, and only his. She descends gracefully.. fluidly.. a slave body to folded knees, light illuminating, as if dancing upon, her fair skin.. she bows, the mesh of her dress glides enticingly along flaired hips, the skirt lifting just a bit to reveal the bare, smooth curve of her ass.. She reaches her arms before her, wrists crossed left over right..

Mirshann then lowers her forehead to the floor, her midnight halo, befitting a fallen angel, of hair falls forward to veil her for a moment. The angel's body in complete supplication...upon her knees, head to the floor, arms outstreched, wrists crossed. The room, was completely silent. The spot light upon the stage seems to glisten upon her, dancing a trail down a slender neck, displaying a glimpse of the dark leather collar that encircles her throat, locked, secured, marking her slave...his slave.. the light continues down to lick at the curve of her back, and along the smooth skin of her thighs.

The music begins, thrumming thru the room, and as it does, the fallen angel begins to move.

Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down

Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down

<Haunted - Evanescence>

Mirshann begins to lift herself, body leaning, arms outreaching above her head, wrists displaying hands reaching to the heavens... a slick sheen of moisture already covers gracious curves, body trembling upon hearing the beginning beats of the music. Parted lips expell a soft breath seeming to echo throughout the Hall...

She lifts her haunting black eyes upwards, as if begging, pleading with him, with the moon above, perhaps with her God, shoulders slowly swaying in tune with the melodious rhythm as if of their own accord, as if pulled by the wanton rhythm of the soft song. Her hips rock as she leans up still upon her knees, her body undulating, moving, flowing as the beat of the drums coarses through her veins...

She gasps, moans, as a loud boom of music fills the Hall.. as if a deep pain has encompassed her soul..her arms raise high above her head as a body straightens, as if being dragged to the sky, she getting to her feet... eyes focusing now not on the crowd, but finding and focusing on him, and only him.

She is still moving, slithering, stalking acorss the stage, each step, each roll of a hip, a shoulder, in perfect combination with the music.

Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me

She arches back as the lyrics ring out, the black of the dress tightening across her breasts, nipples easily outlined, the skirt rising, a glimpse of her most intimate of places, before she straightens, with a sweet, honey dripping smile crossing her lips.

She turns then, back to the hall of people, and with the slowest shimmy of her hips, she lifts the ebon skirt, her hips swaying back and forth a she does so, the soft material caressing as it is lifted, baring her, the flesh so smooth, rounded, she hearing a barrage of whistles, gasps, and various lewd comments. Again none mean anything to the angel... only him....

Still moving to the music that fills the room, she turns, the dress still slowly being drawn upwards, until her lithe, sleek torso is bared, naked, the mesh slipping free with little resistance. Lastly, the fallen angel leans against the steel pool, arching her back as the dress releases her breasts, small handfuls that they are, compared to the much larger of the regular dancers, but hers were real, perfectly round, and tipped with aroused, dark rose pink nipples.

As the dress is pulled over her head and discarded, she turns to face the pole, embracing it, letting her now naked body ever so slowly slip downwards, a heated drop of liquid trailing down the shiney steel...

The music was slowing, ending, as the naked angel came to her knees on the stage, taking a deep breath before she moved to all fours, the smoothness of her ass, the wet, dark slit of her sex, visible for all to see, glistening with her own arousal, she crawls across the floor, a feline stalking, prowling, ignoring all others, and it was strange, but all were just staring at the site of her, and not reaching out to touch her.

She moves languidly, purposefully across that floor until she is at his feet, lowering to brush her lips to each boot, before resting her head there, awaiting his command. Her own heart was pounding so loudly, she could not hear much else it seemed. She had never... ever... EVER... crawled to her Demon... EVER.... and Mirshann knew that Suziel knew that small fact and that, obviously was part of the motivation behind her curse.

 

[dryfter]

Now that had been fun.

He certainly hadn't been expecting the whole place to practically shut down at the sight of her. The few times he'd actually torn his gaze away from the dance that was obviously meant only for him, it had been to look on in amusement at the two men who had started this whole show to begin with. Those two....and beyond, as Grant noticed a stripper who had paused fully nude and in the middle of a grinding lapdance to watch, and her patron who didn't even seem to care.

The bar was quiet, and as a result he turned back to the stage just in time to see her crawling on all fours towards him. From that look in her eyes, there was little doubt just what she wanted from him. The only question was if he would give it to her now that she had fulfilled his wish. Her desire culminated in the form of ultimate submission.....not once back tracking for the discarded dress before kneeling at his feet once more and placing her hot lips against his boots.

It was an odd choice to be sure.....especially since he was dead certain that she had run her gaze over him long enough to see if she had his approval, and if his face did not give it, the swollen state of his cock surely did.

"Hey missy....."

The waitress Stan had called over jumped slightly.

"Do go ask the DJ if we can borrow a room later, ok?"

Soft fingers ruffled her pitch black hair once more.

"Rise. Retrieve your clothing. The next one wants on stage. You did well.....very well."

How the next girl was going to follow up on a performance like that was hard to imagine.

"You approve?"

Stan nodded, dry mouthed right up to the point where is own "girlfriend" returned to the table.

"Thanks, we appreciate it. We're waiting for someone, and we'll use it later if its ok."

The blonde girl just nodded dumbly.....

"By the way.....Stan here's been talking about you for the last week. So if you're looking to relieve a little stress, I hear from his past girlfriends that he's pretty hung."

Grant winked and chuckled softly, "If nothing else, you could just pretend you were with the two of us."

"Hey man! Not cool."

She had just gotten her top back on when Grant seized a slender wrist......pulling her close and feeling Mirshann respond instantly as he opened his mouth and suckled her in......deliberately grazing his teeth along the soft curve of her breasts. The thin fabric denied her direct contact, but that should make it all the more exciting.....

"How long do you think until Caitlin arrives, pet? She's late."

For his part, he ignored the other partygoers. He was the center of attention for now.....he had the girl that everyone in the room wanted on their lap.

And it was going to stay that way.

 

[RainingHeat]

"Rise. Retrieve your clothing. The next one wants on stage. You did well.....very well."

His words warmed her, slithering inside her to fan the flickering flame of her curse, and of her all consuming and never ending need for him.

"yes, Master.. thank you Master..."

Mishann lifted easily to her feet, taking several steps back from him, eyes locked in his, before she turned to move to the stage, dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on her naked form as she did so, she smiling pretty to the girl who was even now walking on stage to try and perform after what she had just done.

Her dress in hand, she was back at the table with Grant in a matter of moments. Just as the little curly haired blonde waitress came back, with free drinks from the bar, and news that a room would be available. "oh, and the Owner wants to offer her a job, if you both will meet with him later"

"By the way.....Stan here's been talking about you for the last week. So if you're looking to relieve a little stress, I hear from his past girlfriends that he's pretty hung."

Grant winked and chuckled softly, "If nothing else, you could just pretend you were with the two of us."

The girl, a stripper when not waitressing... actually blushed a very very bright red. Oh she had been propositioned on may levels in her career here, but there was something brazen... something utterly male.... and something very... Dominant.. about this kid and the way he handled his... his... girl.

"Hey man! Not cool."

But, the waitress was smiling, and gave both Stan and Grant a pretty wink as she was called away to another table.

Mirshann, having stayed quiet thruout had only just slid her dress back on over her head, the soft material beginning to glide down over her naked form, much to the disappointed sighs of several men, and a couple women, watching when Grant claimed her wrist and pulled her down to him, a quiet yelp escaping her lips. When he closed his mouth around her breast, even tho it was over the softness of the dress, she gasped, letting her head fall back as he suckled, the sensation of his lips and the now wet material of the dress sending wild tingles thruout the angel's already aroused body. She entangled her fingers into his hair for that moment, her still naked hips, ass, rocking obscenely...

When he released it, she shuddered, letting out a long, purring moan. There were still many pairs of eyes on the 2 of them, as she shimmied the dress back down and into place, not that it covered much, and now, right over one breast, it was soaking wet and clinging to her, quite the ... erotic site.

"How long do you think until Caitlin arrives, pet? She's late."

Mirshann lifted her head to glance toward the door. A small part of her wanted the girl there, wanted her to distract him, because again, Mirshall did not love Grant... she was merely bound to him by a curse. In all reality, the angel wanted to hate him, but she could not, her need for him was too great. Then there was the larger part of her, who was deathly terrified he would find another, only to leave her in agony for the rest of eternity.

"I believe, she just came in ... Master..."

And indeed she had. Caitlin had been looking forward to this since the moment Grant and the girl had left.

She had showered, her makeup was meticuously applied, right down to the pale, pink lipstick that accenting her lips so sweetly. Her short blonde hair shining, soft, framing her face almost perfectly. She was wearing a short white skirt and a pretty lace pink tank top.

She was almost the perfect opposite to the ebon haired and dark eyed fallen angel that even now sat once more on Grant's lap.

Caitlin came bouncing in, smiling to Grant and even to his friend. But it was obvious that she liked Grant, she holding his gaze for a moment before she looked away..

"HI.. Sorry I'm late. Just wanted to make sure I looked... perfect... for the evening." she gushed smiling.

After ordering a drink from the waitress that Caitlyn had to wonder why she was staring at her, she settled in and got comfortable. But what she noticed was several people, mostly men of course, were staring at the table, at her, Grant, whoever the other guy was, and the dark haired girl that was slowly undulating now on Grant's lap. What Caitlin could not see from her vantage point across the table, but that Stan could easily see from where he was, was Grant's hand, between the angel's legs, lightly stroking her as she moved on his lap. It was subtle but it was there, and Mirshann was reacting to it, as was Stan with his enormous hard on, and several others who could see what was going on.

Mirshann was nearly crying out, at the feather light sensation of Grant just brushing fingertips against her clit. Her head was down, she was leaning into him and panting wantonly, lusciously, in his ear, begging softly "please.... pppplease"....

 

[dryfter]

"Oh, and the Owner wants to offer her a job, if you both will meet with him later."

Those words brought about a mixed, rather jumbled train of thought from Grant. Though he did notice that neither he nor Stan had been asked to pay for the drinks brought before them.

"Windsor Seven....drink."

He offered the little stirring straw to Mirshann, not surprised at all as she made a show of playing with it with her long, sensuous tongue as she slipped back onto his lap.

Of course, he had no idea that this would be her first time with alcohol. He only knew he was rewarding a good and obedient pet, even as she hissed softly against him, her bare cunt pressing against him more insistantly than before.

"What will I do with you...?"

A soft smile crossed his face as a nearly unseen hand curled upward and underneath her skirt. He could feel her jump slightly at the sensation of him seeking out her hot, moist neither lips and teasing them with soft, tender touches.

"I believe, she just came in ... Master..."

A soft chuckle. He loved seeing the faces of his friend and his object of desire as they heard her call him that. Still....something was missing....

"So Stan, you gonna sit there with your gigantic hardon threatening to tear your pants off? Or are you going to introduce us?"

The way he saw it, the waitress could probably stand to take a look for herself at how the man was built seeing as how he was not making any attempt to conceal his arousal. Yet strangely enough, the waitress reaction was nothing compared to seeing Caitlin practically bounce her way up to their table.

"Oh for fuck's sake...another one? Who is this guy? He's gotta be rich as fuck."

The bar patron's muttered in amazement as Grant simply nodded to an open seat, hoping the cafe waitress would accept it.

"HI.. Sorry I'm late. Just wanted to make sure I looked... perfect... for the evening."

Grant smiled, letting his finger dip slowly into Mirshann's fiery crevasse, hearing her moan softly and plead directly into his ear. He slipped deeper inside her silken grasp as she shivered around him.

"You look lovely, Caitlin. Being in this sort of place doesn't bother you? Its not exactly the kind of place that harbors innocence, you know?"

Grant looked at Mirshann then, knowing full well that she once again had the attention of more than a few men around them, even though she was once again fully clothed.

"What was that, kitten? I couldn't hear you."

He wiggled the digit inside her, pressing firmly against her slippery, clutching walls, delighting in making them twitch around his small invasion of her body.

"The owner apparently wants to offer Mirshann a job here. You just missed her dance, Caitlin. Of course, that might be a good thing.....wouldn't want you to soak your panties so soon."

His thumb grazed against her clit. He had no doubt that at least Stan had noticed by now what he was doing, along with probably a few others that had a better view from behind him.

"I'm not sure how I feel about that. This is a rough place? What if some drunk got a little too motivated by Mirshann here and decided to try and stake his own claim on her? We aren't the smartest gender when we're drunk. Still...its not like writing has gotten me a whole lot in the way of job security. What do you think?"

It was fun to watch both Stan and Caitlin, seeing them mull over his question. It took Stan a little longer however to realize that the question hadn't just been posed to Caitlin.

"Oh....one second, I almost forgot."

He turned to Mirshann....a dark smile painted across his lips as she undulated against him, giving herself over to his touch.

"You've been a good pet. I promise to take you fully later after our meeting with this owner. For now though, cum for me. Take your pleasure from my touch."

His grin split wide as he felt her react almost instantly, building into a roaring crescendo that she could only partially contain if she indeed even wanted to.

He waited it all out.....his stroking of her sex never once ceasing until she had quivered through every last little aftershock had ripped through her....

"Now then.....Caitlin, meet my best friend, Stan. Stan? This is Caitlin. Cute little waitress at a cafe Mirshann and I visited by her choice this afternoon. Good food.....sexy service.....I must say that I'll be dining there again soon."

He tossed her a soft wink at the "sexy service", and waited for his earlier question to be answered.

 

[RainingHeat]

The angel felt the length of his finger slowly penetrate her, pushing inside the tight, pulsing, rippling walls of her sex. She gasping in his ear as he pushed in deeper, a flood of her wetness answering his invasion. She could feel the heat of her, radiating upwards from that hot core where he stimulated her, her entire form flushing, as she trembles upon his lap. Her breathing catching, she could barely speak, her voice nothing more than a whimper.

"You look lovely, Caitlin. Being in this sort of place doesn't bother you? Its not exactly the kind of place that harbors innocence, you know?"

The blonde blushed demurely at that, actually turning away from him for a minute. "my boyfriend has been here, so I've heard about it, alot.. but never been. Nope, doesn't bother me tho, being with 2 guys like you!!!" she smiled, licking her lips lightly. She could not help but nearly stare at Grant's girl. She had never seen anyone act so.... sexy... so brazen... before.

Mirshann was moaning in his ear.. "please..... pppplease Master" she licking at the lobe with the tip of her tongue.

"What was that, kitten? I couldn't hear you."

"fuck me... Master... please" she finally said it, what she so wanted, so needed. Her body arching as he wiggles his long finger inside her, the tickling sensation making her laugh and groan in need at the same time. Another wash of her slickness coating his fingers, hand, as she moves upon him. The tables immediately around them could easily see what was happening, and more than one guy was grabbing at his crotch. "Damn" one whispered to a friend "how did I get my girlfriend to do THAT?"

"The owner apparently wants to offer Mirshann a job here. You just missed her dance, Caitlin. Of course, that might be a good thing.....wouldn't want you to soak your panties so soon."

Again the girl blushed.. "Grant... I can 't believe you just... said that.... "

But her attention went back to the dark haired girl, who, had just shuddered so hard, so deeply, she grabbing onto Grant as her body rocked with an wave of pure desire, wanton pleasure, of a craving so deep inside her... she cried out to him, unable to stay silent... "MMmmmmaster" ... her clit, where is thumb was now stimulating, manipulating, was throbbing, swelling, warming...

The angel heard Grant talking to the other 2.. but she was so lost in what was racing thru her, crashing over her, she did not know what the conversation was about. Her scent was strong now, sexual, sweet, clinging to her heated body in glistening droplets..

"Oh....one second, I almost forgot."

He turned to Mirshann....a dark smile painted across his lips as she undulated against him, giving herself over to his touch.

"You've been a good pet. I promise to take you fully later after our meeting with this owner. For now though, cum for me. Take your pleasure from my touch."

Caitlin's eyes widened, she was completely shocked at what Grant had just uttered, and so was Stan for that matter. The others around the table just stared. Had he said what they thought he said?? "No way" one murmured outloud, not believing for a minute the girl could, or would, do exactly that..

He, of course, was wrong..

As soon as the words "cum for me" came from his lips, Mirshann's body reacted. There was no thought, no reasoning, the orgasm that he triggered in her, just from his words, let alone the feel of his fingers dipping into her pussy, crashed over her in a wave of utter fire.. the heat blasting thru her, she rearing back on his lap, back arching as she came. It was very very apparent what was happening, even from across the room. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as she rode his lap, fingers digging in.. her body shuddering , breathing halting, gasping, before she fell forward again, panting as the climax continue to shake her wanton body, before finally releasing her. She had never felt pleasure like this with the Demon... never... damned Suziel....

Mirshann was still quivering, small little tremors coursing thru her as her head came to rest on his shoulder. Her breath rippling in harsh waves over the curve of his throat. "MMMaster" she whispered, face flush, she closing her eyes to the stares of all around her. He was loving this, in his corruption, she.. was shamed ... deep inside... very shamed...

"Now then.....Caitlin, meet my best friend, Stan. Stan? This is Caitlin. Cute little waitress at a cafe Mirshann and I visited by her choice this afternoon. Good food.....sexy service.....I must say that I'll be dining there again soon."

Caitlin was speechless, so was Stan for that matter.

 

[dryfter]

He stayed with her through the whole thing, his touch thrilling her to bigger and more explosive heights. She had pleased him well, just as she was doing now. He could feel the eyes of everyone upon them. He could about imagine just what the owner would want with a girl like Mirshann. But he was no idiot....the first thing he'd want of course, would be for her to dump Grant.

Oh he wouldn't say that out loud, of course. Sneaky rich fucks rarely did anything that might compromise their own safety. Money's no good to dead men after all. But he could see quite clearly how things could go down working in a place like this.....surrounded by sin and depravity every day, temptation and vice everywhere you turn. All an owner would have to do is find her vice, what turned her on, what he could give her that Grant couldn't. Not that it would be hard.....as the blonde author had blown much of what he had on buying his pet outfits and a new collar today.

Money. It always came down to money.

The more he thought of it, the more jealous he became. Sure he would flaunt her, but more than that, he enjoyed letting others know she was his. And that wouldn't remain true if she was shared with others outside of his consent.

Wait....consent? Would he actually do that? Would she? What would happen if he called on Mirshann to satisfy a man that wasn't him? Could he even bear to see such a thing? Or would he be consumed by the jealousy that even now was beginning to eat away at him by the very thought that she could be bought and paid for by someone else.....

Stolen.

He'd never been so happy. Never thought he'd ever find a woman like her. Still, there was so much he had yet to learn about her. Perhaps it was time he put his own mark on her....more than just the collar. Until everyone who saw her was forced to recognize that she was his.

Grant smiled in the silence of his thoughts. There were ways of doing that. Really fun ways. Mirshann would no doubt enjoy it too. But this was getting out of hand. He was here to have fun, not get himself all riled up.

"Well done, Mirshann."

He finally relinquished his touch, letting her slowly come down from the euphoric high he had built in her. Again she begged....he knew what she needed.....but she would have to learn patience. She would hopefully be satisfied for now.....her grinding against his pants had lessened at least.

"Sorry about that....now she should be able to think clearly again."

Grant smiled directly at the blushing Caitlin, knowing full well that she watched, as well as the fact that it was having an effect on her.....

"Have you ever done anything like that for your boyfriend? Does the thought of cumming on command for him excite you?"

He didn't care that he was having this discussion in a private place. He only sought to push the cute little waitress a little more, hell....even see what the waitress of this joint did. So far, all he could tell was that they'd both seen much more than they'd anticipated.....Stan's waitress could no longer contain her arousal....the bikini bottoms she wore out to greet them were very definitely damp.

"Have you ever thought of stripping naked for him and dancing? Not just in the privacy of your own home, but on a stage like this? Mirshann excelled at it. All these men in here....and she made it very....very....clear that the only eyes she wanted on her were mine."

 

[RainingHeat]

It was almost as if she could hear his mind suddenly whirring into motion. Mirshann had no clue what he was thinking, but the wheels inside were definitely spinning, his eyes got that far away stare, as if he were seeing something well beyond the room and the others.

She, was exhausted at the moment, her body demanding some time to recover. She was not angelic anymore, this body needed time to replenish, and the curse had been putting it thru alot in just the number of hours she had been thrown down. It felt like an eternity to her, but sadly, it was only the beginning and she knew that. As her head came to rest on his shoulder, her panting finally calming some, she let her dark eyes close for a moment. Having seen this place, this establishment, Mirshann knew that his corruption could go so much deeper. What if he demanded that she stay here? Dance for these men? Fuck these men, with his consent of course. The curse inside her was boiling at the thought, the angel herself, not so much... She'd be nothing more than his whore for others. If that was what Suziel wanted, there was a very distinct possibility she would get it...

"Well done, Mirshann."

She purred in his ear at the compliment. At least his thoughts had seemed to calm down.

"Sorry about that....now she should be able to think clearly again."

Mirshann just smiled, letting her head lay there on his shoulder.

Caitlin could only stare. She knew exactly what had just happened, even tho she could not see Grant's hand, she knew an orgasm and a hell of an orgasm it was, when she saw it. And unlike When Harry Met Sally, this was as far from faked as one could get. Hell, she could smell the girl's arousal. It was that strong.

"Have you ever done anything like that for your boyfriend? Does the thought of cumming on command for him excite you?"

Her eyes widened and as if she was not already red enough, she blushed even deeper. Had he really just asked her THAT?? She had never met ANYONE as sexually forward as this kid. And he looked like he was just a kid... a young adult at least.. Hell he looked like a nerd...

"Have I... umm.. what... Um... I never thought about it... I " she was completely flustered, but to be honest, the idea of being that in tune with someone that just a command could cause a reaction like what she had just seen.... Caitlin watched the girl in his lap. She was content, at ease, and obviously trusted him completely.
At least that was what Caitlin thought.

The waitress was about as flustered as Caitlin. Granted, she had seen alot in this place, but nothing at all like that. And to say she was a little damp was an understatement.

Stan, on the other hand, was so rock hard after witnessing Mirshann's little... episode, ... his dick hurt..

Leaning over to Grant.. "MAN.,. where did you get her and how can I get one??? " What he really wanted to say was, "Can I borrow her for an hour"...

Caitlin had looked away when she answered, more than a little embarrassed. His next question nearly floored her right then and there...

"Have you ever thought of stripping naked for him and dancing? Not just in the privacy of your own home, but on a stage like this? Mirshann excelled at it. All these men in here....and she made it very....very....clear that the only eyes she wanted on her were mine."

The Angel nodded at his words. His were the only eyes that mattered to her, but of course Caitlin would never know why.

"I... no... I wouldn't even begin to know how" she admitted "I think that is why he, my boyfriend that is, likes to come here" It was obvious she hated the fact that her boyfriend came there and came there without her. At least Grant had brought his girl with him. Why the hell was she there? She had no chance with the kid.. and his friend, cute, but just did not have the.... something.... maleness... dominance... personality, that Grant did.

Mirshann could see.. feel... the girl's almost abject lust for Grant then. It wafted from her like a sweet perfume. She shivered a bit at the thought. If he sought another... and again she trembled. What if he tired of her? God, so many thoughts suddenly coming to mind unbidden. And the thing was, Caitlin was not the only girl staring at... and lusting..,. after Grant. Seeing the control he had over the angel had attracted alot.. of attention....

"Sir, the Owner saw that little display and wanted to compliment both you and your girl. The champagne here is on the house. He wishes to discuss a possible business arrangement at your convenience." A note was slipped to Grant that read..

"I would like to purchase your girl for $250,000... tonight"

It was signed, Mike Shea....Owner, The Kitten Club

 

[dryfter]

"Have I... umm.. what... Um... I never thought about it... I... "

Grant crooked a pointer finger, beckoning her closer to him, out of her chair and drawing ever so near.

"Are you really being truthful to yourself when you say you've never thought of it?"

He reached for her then. She was free to pull away if she wanted to.....but if she didn't....his slowly moving hand would most definitely cup her own moist mound through her clothing. He could feel the eyes on him as the girl's innocent white skirt lifted slightly. Teasing this girl could be so fun.....especially while Stan and the girl he seemed to have forgotten about looked on. Not that the waitress minded, it seemed he'd captured her attention as well....

"MAN.,. where did you get her and how can I get one???

"With training, Stan. Didn't you know that?"

He smiled at Caitlin and let a fingertip trace along her panties in silent suggestion before releasing her.......

"I... no... I wouldn't even begin to know how. I think that is why he, my boyfriend that is, likes to come here"

Grant sighed softly and gave her a look of sympathy, his chin tilting ever so softly to kiss Mirshann directly atop the head, meeting her lips as she felt the intimate gesture and silently asked for more.....

"He comes here looking for that which he can't find in you, huh? Perhaps he brings you to places like this so you might learn what he wants you to be? Perhaps you should seek training.....on your own. Or perhaps he's not a worthy Master if he doesn't know how to train you to be the woman in his life that he wants and desires. A man like that is bound to look elsewhere eventually."

"Sir, the Owner saw that little display and wanted to compliment both you and your girl. The champagne here is on the house. He wishes to discuss a possible business arrangement at your convenience."

He hadn't seen the second waitress approach the table, so enrapt was he with speaking with Caitlin and keeping his own Mirshann happy. Nor was he particularly happy with the distraction, though Stan looked plenty pleased at the mention of champagne, and the waitress seemed hopeful that she might see some trickle her way too if she stayed with him long enough.

"That reminds me, Stan.....this.....object of your desire....."

The young author stopped and gave the blonde a perfunctory nod and a smile that spoke of the heat he was feeling right now too.....

"Does she have a name or are you going to keep us guessing all night?"

He had no qualms about openly letting the woman know his friend wanted in her pants, probably in the worst way right now considering all the shows he and his pet had given them. He wanted to fuck her. What was so wrong with letting her know that? She worked in a goddamn strip club after all, she had to be used to that kind of thing.

"You don't have to be so distant, you know. He came here planning to spend a lot of money on you, you could sit on his lap at least. Here....like Mirshann....."

He could feel her purr under his chin, knowing he only directed attention to her again because he was that pleased with her. He also knew that the mystery waitress would get a real good feel for just how bad Stan was off right now if she took up the challenge Grant presented her with. At the very least, he could be certain she didn't want this table looking for other, more agreeable women right now.

Grant opened the small note, and let out a soft whistle, holding it openly so that Mirshann could read it.

"Seems someone else thinks you're just a whore I bought and paid for, kitten."

Mike Shea. Now there was a name he'd heard of before. Hell, this wasn't the only joint he owned, and in a town like Vegas, clubs like this made a metric fuckton of money. That meant Shea easily had the cash to make good on his offer. If only Grant decided to take him up on it.....

Was that a line he was willing to cross? He had nothing but contempt for those who sold their bodies for money, who teased and tormented for a dollar, and often times didn't do anything more than that. If he chose to do the same thing with Mirshann.....would he look at her the same way?

He stayed in silence, gently folding the note back up and slipping it into a pocket. And if he refused, what then? It was obvious that Shea wanted a chance with Mirshann very much. Would the three, possibly four of them, be able to leave this place without incident?

"Mine."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Have I... umm.. what... Um... I never thought about it... I... "

Grant crooked a pointer finger, beckoning her closer to him, out of her chair and drawing ever so near.

For a minute she hesitated, then she leaned up and forward, head canted ever so slightly.

"Are you really being truthful to yourself when you say you've never thought of it?"

Her cheeks suddenly went red, the heat and blush rising. This kid was so fucking BOLD...

She was staring at him, eyes locked on his, when she felt his hand, beneath her short white skirt (isn't that way she wore it in the first place?), and she gasped. She was wet, and had not really acknowledged it, until his hand touched, found the dampness, her gasp catching in her chest. "what... are you..." the question faded...

He smiled at Caitlin and let a fingertip trace along her panties in silent suggestion before releasing her.......

At that moment, Cailin wished SHE were the girl sitting in his lap.

"That reminds me, Stan.....this.....object of your desire....."

The young author stopped and gave the blonde a perfunctory nod and a smile that spoke of the heat he was feeling right now too.....

"Does she have a name or are you going to keep us guessing all night?"

Stan was almost as flustered as the girls. He had never, ever seen his friend acting like this. And he was still baffled about the girl that curled in his lap, head on his shoulder. And what the hell had he meant about getting one like her with "training" ???

The waitress blinked at the reference, before flashing a smile to both boys. Hell, if she couldn't entice the one, then why not go for his friend.

"You don't have to be so distant, you know. He came here planning to spend a lot of money on you, you could sit on his lap at least. Here....like Mirshann....."

Mirshann, the girl. In all her months here, she, meaning the waitress, had never quite seen a display like that from a non-dancer. Was she a professional? Whore? Dancer somewhere else? But instincts told her no. This girl was something completely different, something she had only heard about in whispers, perhaps seen to some degree right here in the club, but never so blatant. When something went beyond the norm, often times it was kept under the radar, it was hinted at, never outright displayed like this. She even wore a collar, not a necklace, a real collar. Was she really his..... slave? The word made the waitress tremble just a little, was it fear? or perhaps desire?

Stan was sitting, open mouthed, at Grant's little display. And totally missed Grant asking for the name of the petite little waitress. She didn't miss it tho.

"Dee... My name is Dee" and for a moment she blushed. As did Caitlin, who watched this whole interaction, her own panties soaking wet. This kid, how did this kid...... the thought faded as she watched Dee set down her tray and move to where Stan sat. "May I?" she purred, not waiting for an answer. She lowered bikini clad bottom down over his lap.. sitting down across him, wiggling a bit as she settled her little ass in place, arms encircling his neck. It was not lost on her that he was, aroused. How could he not be after that little display the dark haired girl had given. The smile on Stan's face was priceless. He winked at Grant, mouthing the words "thank you man" ...

Mirshann, on the other hand, had closed her eyes. At the mention of her name, she purred low, an almost automatic response. But, she had no desire to see the corruption that her own curse was now inflicting on these people. At the moment, she wished she could curl up under a rock and just cease to exist.

"Seems someone else thinks you're just a whore I bought and paid for, kitten."

That caught her attention and she lifted her head. She had no idea what the piece of paper that been handed to him was, and it never occurred to her to ask. Sure, if she had been a girlfriend, she would have. But in her innocence, if one wanted to call it that, of the way of things in the mortal world, and being enslaved to him, an slaves did not ask questions in general, she had not even wondered what it was.

"A whore?" was that what she was? Was that what Suziel wanted for her? Because she sought the pleasures of the flesh with a demon? And now she was cursed to seek those same pleasures with Grant?...

Mirshann carefully considered the note. Grant was wrong. He was not offering money for a whore. He was offering money for a slave. And Mirshann knew the difference all too well, now.

"not a whore, Master" she whispered in his ear, her breath trembling at the thought. "Not a whore. He is offering to purchase your slave... me"

The fallen angel shook, the tremor was visible to all at the table, it was that pronounced. She went quiet for a moment, but her eyes did not leave Grant's face. She could not read minds, but she knew his was again churning, whirring, thinking, about that offer. That was probably more money than he had even considered in a long time.

But...

If he sold her... if he abandoned her to this place, to that man, just the thought made her go pale. Even Stan, Dee, and Caitlin saw the color drain from her face.

"What's the matter with her?" Caitlin asked. She had heard what Grant had said and saw him show something to the girl, she just did not quite understand what it was. Dee did tho. She leaned into Stan "I bet he is offering money for the girl. Mr. Shea thinks he can do that, just buy and sell whatever... whoever... he wants. Rumor has it, he has a stable of girls, that he owns.. OWNS" she whispered. She was not sure how much of that was true, but the story never seemed to change. And there were nights that even she thought she heard screams coming from his private office.

Mirshann cared less about the idea of "that" kind of pain, meaning punishment perhaps given because she misbehaved. She could withstand that, she was sure, no matter what it was. It was the agony of being apart from HIM that would tear her asunder, one small piece at a time, until she were nothing more than a shell, with that curse howling inside her that filled her with a deep, cold, sense of terror.

"please" the plea was whispered in his ear.. "don't" was all she could vocalize at the moment, her body shaking again on his lap. Did he even understand? Did he know that her soul was bound to his, tighter than any chain? That he was her only reason for existence? That to be taken from her would leave her nothing more than an empty shell? Did he even realize, as she was learning, that pleasure could ONLY come thru him, either with him, or commanded by him, permission given by him?

"please.... don't" she again begged, burying her face against his neck, actually shamed at her display of such wanton, deep.. need. Sure, she had crawled naked to him without thinking, she had danced for him, stripped for him, yet now, she hides her face.

"mine"

Mirshann heard his voice, and that one word.

"thank... you... Master" the words rippled along his throat where she was nuzzled when she spoke.

"you know" Dee leaned in. She had watched it all and she had a clue what had just transpired. "Mr. Shea does not take no for an answer very well"

 

[dryfter]

"What... are you..."

"Take them off....."

It wasn't a request. Grant wanted to see if the girl truly had a desire to submit. Asking her to do such a humiliating thing in public....in a place like this where her own boyfriend had taken her in an apparent attempt to satisfy lusts that she wasn't.....was a great start.

He felt Mirshann tremble in his arms as the full implication of the owner's note sank in. He didn't even scold her for correcting him, her words having the opposite effect and actually soothing his indignation a little. He wouldn't be having people thinking she was a whore. That looked bad on him, the purchaser of a whore.

Nor was he about to sell her.

"Mine."

"Thank... you... Master"

At least Stan looked a little more relaxed with the sexy little waitress doing her best to imitate Mirshann on his lap. He couldn't help but tease her just a little, doubting that the girl even knew she was mimicking.....

"Close, but you're forgetting to grind him just a little. Don't tell me you've not done it before. Stan told me you were a stripper, Dee.....I was a bit surprised to find you were a waitress."

It hadn't occurred to him yet that she was both. The two women he'd been toying with tonight had been distracting him quite effectively. Even now, he glanced over at the furiously blushing Caitlin and smiled, stroking his fingers through Mirshann's hair again.

"So kitten....have you thought of how to properly thank your master for not selling you to another?"

A soft nod was all he needed to see.

"You know...."

Grant's head swivelled back to Dee in time to see the soft "thank you" mouthed by his best friend.

"Mr. Shea does not take no for an answer very well."

The young author nodded softly, he had expected as much. Especially since the man had money, and no doubt considered himself a dominant male as well. Such men would covet Mirshann. In all his life, even watching the kinkiest porn, he had never seen a woman so completely submissive.....

She was a prize unlike any other. And he was loathe to give her up. There were ways to ensure that men like Shea kept their distance, were forced to recognize that she was taken....claimed.....

She could no doubt feel his cock harden beneath her at the thought.

"He doesn't need to know our answer immediately, I'm sure. Though rest assured, my mind is set. I'm going to have to think of a way to get us all out of here....though for now....."

His fingers in her hair, gently stroking, turned to a fist....capturing....pulling her up to him.....his lips claiming her own possessively, mirroring his feelings for her. He was her owner, her master......she did not belong to him, nor would she. He could feel her respond, as if she knew full well the message he was sending her.....

"For now, I believe I promised Mirshann a little time spent in one of the rooms here. She's been quite patient.....but she's soaking my shorts."

It was true. Though not as blatant as before, he could feel her rocking against him again, no doubt having had no trouble realizing he was hard again.

"Caitlin.....if you leave your panties on the table.....you can join us."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Take them off....."

Caitlin had all but missed what Grant had said, having been caught up in everything that was going on around the table. So, to be honest, she did nothing, not at that moment at least.

He was interesting to watch, that was for sure. The way he handled the dark haired girl was one thing. It was more than obvious she belonged with him. Wait, with him? Or belonged to him? Those were two entirely different things, Caitlin thought, and in her naivete, she was not sure which one it was really. Caitlin had never seen a.... what was the word? Slave.. before...

Dee, on the other hand, also observing Grant rather intently, even tho she was sitting on Stan's lap, knew that the dark haired girl belong to Grant. It was obvious, she was not just a girl friend. She was a possession. She had never seen something like this so close up before tho. Never.

"Close, but you're forgetting to grind him just a little. Don't tell me you've not done it before. Stan told me you were a stripper, Dee.....I was a bit surprised to find you were a waitress."

What? for a minute, Dee did not even realize he was addressing her, she had been so caught up in her thoughts.

"what? I am a stripper, in this club, many of us double dip, we do both." she leaned over to Grant, the little tee shirt tightening around the ample swell of her breasts, that were quite obviously minus any semblence of a bra. "we make more money waitressing to be honest. Tips, lap dances. Alot more money" Dee then did exactly as Grant had asked, hell was she "obeying" him? She straddled Stan now, only not facing him, instead facing away. She met Grant's gaze as she began a slow rolling of hips, letting her barely covered sex ride along his thigh. Only, she was not wet, not like Mirshann was, who, facing her Master, was now doing the same, undulating along his own thighs, her wetness more than evident.

"So kitten....have you thought of how to properly thank your master for not selling you to another?"

The angel nodded to his words, leaning in to whisper her thoughts in his ear. "I want to ride you Master, feel your long, thick cock, impale me, so deeply that the cockhead claims my womb, Master, so deeply that I feel, hear, want, desire, scream for .. only You Master"

Even as she was whispering those words, the angel inside was cringing, not that she could do anything to stop all this. Her mind drifted to Suziel. The Seriph of Love. But this was not love. This was so far from love. It was lust. It was possession. It was obscene. It was wanton. Need. Carnal. No, none of this was love. Mirshann knew she would never feel love again, more than likely. Not that the Demon had loved her. He had not. His was the same wanton, carnal, lust filled need that Grant had. Only Grant's was intensified, because she, and the curse upon her, made it so. She herself intensified it. She was bound to him. His possession. She was never the demon's possession. As for love, the angels had once loved her. So long ago. Now all she could feel was their hate, everytime she felt Grant touch her. Their hate, and each of their curses. Every time.

"You know...."

"Mr. Shea does not take no for an answer very well."

"He doesn't need to know our answer immediately, I'm sure. Though rest assured, my mind is set. I'm going to have to think of a way to get us all out of here....though for now....."

"For now, I believe I promised Mirshann a little time spent in one of the rooms here. She's been quite patient.....but she's soaking my shorts."

She was indeed drenched again, after whispering her needs into his ear.

"Caitlin.....if you leave your panties on the table.....you can join us."

The girl blushed the brightest of red. She had thought perhaps he had forgotten his request that she remove her panties, but obviously not. She found herself nodding, and actually slipping the panties off, laying them on the table.

Stan's eyes widened, because as Caitlin obeyed Grant, slipping her panties off, he easily got a flash of pussy from her, never mind the one that sat now, grinding on his lap, his hands resting on her hips. What the hell had come over Grant?? This was just surreal, a dream.

Mirshann, on the other hand, also watched. But the look in her eyes was completely different than what was alight in Stan's. The girl was an innocent, that was more than obvious. Yet here she was, at a strip club, taking off her panties, essentially for a stranger. The angel knew she was cursed, she always would be. But these poor innocents were caught up in it. How fair was that? Could she stop it? Send Caitlin away? The corruption would wane, if the Angel could get the girl to leave. It would be one soul saved, at least. But, how? Her mind was blank on the how.

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Mike Shea had his best people keeping an eye on the table with... the girl. Already he was drooling over the dark haired beauty. She was just.. fantastic. He had not seen anything like her in his life. The submission that just dripped off her. It made his cock hard just to think about it, let alone experience it. Oh he would have her.

But even he wondered, how the hell did a nerd like that even get possession of such a girl?

When the kid stood up, placing the girl on her feet, one of Mike's best was at his side. A nod, a set of keys, directions give. Ah, they wanted a private room. Even better. None of the rooms were truely private, and he knew exactly which room he would be going to, the best, of course. The room nicknamed... hell....

The camera, was already switched on.

 

[dryfter]

He watched her carefully, ever ready to see just how far she would go. He was enjoying this, this exploration of boundaries....both Mirshann's and now Caitlin's. Unfortunately, the cute waitress poignantly ignored his order to remove her panties and instead seemed to immerse herself in the conversation.

He wasn't about to let her off that easy however.....and a soft smile crossed his face as he mentioned the condition to following them. She had hesitated again, but this time obediently removed the article of clothing....not once thinking that others had been watching their table quite intently.

At least he felt that he was leaving Stan in good hands, though it would be up to him to actually get the sexy little stripper hot for him. Grant hadn't missed the decided lack of arousal as Dee had gone through the motions.....as if proving to him that she could put on just as good a show as Mirshann could. And yet, without the same level of intensity.....the author found her show to fall decidedly flat. Hopefully she wouldn't show different colors now that he was leaving temporarily.

Hell.

Every side door they had passed had a small little placard on their ornate surfaces. So why is it that when he had requested a room, he had been led to this particular one? And just what was the Hell room anyway? With a grin, the large bouncer that had thankfully kept creeping hands away from them both....bowed softly as the door opened a crack for them to enter. As if oiled through months of training, his partner moved instantly in front of the aperture so that none who randomly passed by could see inside......a sight meant only for them.

"A dungeon. A goddamn BDSM dungeon."

His voice was barely a whisper as he looked around, not missing the enormous bed that dominated the far wall. The head board already came with restraints attached to it.....and a close examination revealed the ankle restraints connected to the sturdy framework. A low whistle escaped him, and for a second he wondered how Mirshann and Caitlin were taking this.

"Enjoy, sir."

The door closed slowly behind them. There were whips, chains, handcuffs, and every imaginable kind of sex toy. There were torturous devices he hadn't even seen before.....never having even considered hardcore sadism or bondage before now.

"Caitlin."

He felt the girl stiffen, no doubt wondering if she made a mistake in following him now.

"You are to observe. You wanted to know what it is to submit to a Master. You realize I'm not your master, because right now, you don't want me to be. Until that changes, I cannot expect you to follow my orders."

He reached for Mirshann's elbow, pulling her towards the bed, even as he eyed the plethera of devices and toys. It was odd that he was led to a room of punishment, when he had come here to reward her.

"Does this make yoiu think of punishment, Mirshann? Does this make you think of what you could suffer if you displease me?"

He reached for a pair of steel handcuffs.

"Bend over the bed, kitten.....and put your hands on your ass."

He felt her jump a little as the cold metal closed about her slender wrists, biting wickedly as he cinched them tight.

"Who do you belong to, Mirshann?"

"Whom do you serve?"

His touch was gentle as it reached around to trace the underside of her jaw, raising slightly to let a long finger dip into the moistness of her mouth.

He gently pushed her head back down to the mattress. She had done nothing to warrant brutal treatment yet. Teasing, he let his fingertips trace down her back, up and over her crossed wrists, and down across her tailbone, lifting long before he came in contact with either of her holes.....

"I'm going to test you, Mirshann. How do you feel about that? That I want to know the extent of your control, your desires, your service and your loyalty. There's so much more too, kitten.....I look forward to a future where I explore your darkest boundaries."

She could feel him at her ankles now, warm leather pressed against her pale skin. Caitlin staying strangely quiet as he prepared her, spread her willing legs and placed the other in a second cuff before beginning to cinch them tight. Only then could she feel the titanium bar preventing her from closing them until the exact moment he allowed it.

"Let's see how good you are at carrying out orders. Both of you."

He had silently stripped off his own shirt already, standing before them bare chested and smiling.

"Caitlin. Undress me."

He knew she wasn't his pet. Knew there was not only a great chance she'd not only refuse, but give up this pursuit of hers as well and run panicked from the room. Then again.....she might very well make good on her desire to become a submissive as well.

"You have 30 seconds to begin. If you choose not to, simply say so."

He paused for a moment, letting her realize that he meant what he had said earlier. He was not her master....unless she wanted him to be.

"Mirshann.....in the event that Caitlin refuses, or the thirty seconds passes and she still remains indecisive......you will undress me yourself. And since your hands are bound quite awkwardly for such a task.....I'll expect you to use your teeth."

 

[RainingHeat]

Hell...

Mirshann thought it a fitting name for a room in a strip club. A fitting name given that this was, her own, personal, hell, and always would be. And as she followed Grant within, she whispered the name on her lips... "Hell"...

"A dungeon. A goddamn BDSM dungeon."

Mirshann and Caitlin both were looking around with wide eyes. Neither even heard the "Enjoy Sir" or the quiet click of the door closing and locking. Caitlin had never seen most of the... instruments... toys... that were prominently displayed before. She had never ventured into the world of BDSM, Bondage, or anything even that remotely extreme. Oh sure, she'd seen the cheap toys that the sex shops sell, who hadn't. But this, this was an entirely different scale. This was an entirely different world. What the hell was she doing here????

Mirshann knew most of what she was looking at. Angels dealt with alot of, evil, so to speak. Evil thoughts, Evil deeds. Not THEM committing said evil, but the mortals below that they watched over. Humans had come up with such depraved ways to... pleasure... and punish themselves. She had learned even more while fucking the demon. No, she was never owned by that demon. But he delighted in showing her the depravity that he himself often fostered in humans. But then again, as the demon often pointed out, was it depraved and evil if between consenting humans? If it ultimately caused pleasure? This was not a question that the fallen Angel could even think to answer, for one main reason, she was not sure if she were giving consent, or not. She had NO choice, that effectively took away any consent she may have had. The most frightening to her was that she had seen a goodly amount of these various... instruments... tools... used. Not on her, but on others. It was not always pretty or for pleasure.

"Caitlin."

The blonde girl tensed, nearly jumped, and quite truthfully, nearly bolted for the door. She was scared, it was not something she could hide.

Mirshann felt that fear, and hoped that she would run. "Get out of here" she silently implored. "Go, run, NOW"

But the girl stood rooted in place, as if she were chained right there.

"You are to observe. You wanted to know what it is to submit to a Master. You realize I'm not your Master, because right now, you don't want me to be. Until that changes, I cannot expect you to follow my orders."

Caitlin nodded, it was barely perceptable, but it was a nod, her eyes completely wide as saucers.

Mirshann almost jumped too when he reached for her. She had not expected this. Well, that is wrong. She had expected that her curse, corrupting him, would eventually lead to this, but not now, not within hours of him finding her. Was it that powerful, this darkness that slithered about inside her, insidiuos, malevolent, obscene, vicious, vile, coiling around her soul, it snaking out tendrils to touch and claim any that came close for too long. Was it that strong? This was just proof that it was.

"Does this make you think of punishment, Mirshann? Does this make you think of what you could suffer if you displease me?"

He was leading her to the bed, and it, the curse, took over. Her body began to heat up once again, and in the depths of her belly, no, not there, in the depths of her soul, she hungered to feel his touch once more, to scream in pleasure, to be filled with his cock, his seed, her body shaking beneath his. All this came crashing over her, skin flushing, heating, she began to tremble.

Punishment. The thought hung in her mind. Punishment. If punishing her brought him pleasure, than it would in turn, bring her pleasure. Her pain would be pleasure. Her cries would bring desire. Another side of the coin of this curse. Not just sexual pleasure. But any physical pleasure he experienced, she would too. And, she craved to bring him that pleasure. Given the darkness of this very curse, it did not, would not, surprise her that punishment would indeed bring him... pleasure. That thought suddenly scared her, and she went white, the flush draining from her face.

"yyyyess Master, to displease you, would only bring, pain.... and pleasure" SHIT, she had not meant to add that at the end. She needed to censure her words. "pleasure for you Master, to see your slave writhe under your whip, under your hand, under your discipline" GOD, she could not even stop it from tumbling from her lips.

Caitlin, hearing the girl, went as white as Mirshann did. What the hell was that girl saying??? Her eyes traveled over the whips, crops, belts, floggers, that littered the walls, along with the chains, ropes, etc. Wrapping her arms around herself she again contemplated just getting the hell out of there.

"Bend over the bed, kitten.....and put your hands on your ass."

His words were as smooth as the finest silk, and the angel could not even entertain the thought of disobeying. Already her body was hot, her pussy dripping, the color was coming back to her skin as her heat increased.

She lowered to the bed, bending, feeling the softness of the mattress and bedding beneath her. She would be helpless once she were cuffed, completely helpless.

She shuddered as soon as the cold steel clamped tight about her slender wrists, he tightening them, almost painfully. A low whimper slipped from her lips. She felt, fear, deep inside her, a feeling that had not really taken hold since the angels had caught her. But there it was, a cold knot in her very core.

Yet, the curse was on fire, already feeding off Grant's darker side that seemed to be showing itself, already drinking of the pleasure he was feeling, which was more than evident in the thickening of his cock in his pants.

"Who do you belong to, Mirshann?"

"You.. Master... this kitten, this pet, this slave, belongs totally and completely to you" You will satisfy his every desire, won't you, bend to his every whim, beg for his touch, his cock, his discipline, before his pain, his pleasure, his seed, his everything, won't you, you will deny him nothing, you will give him everything...

The curse inside her snickered, laughed, an evil sound only she could hear.

"Whom do you serve?"

"Only you... Master.. in all ways Master. I can deny you nothing, I give you ... everything"

Hungrily, the angel suckled his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the length, tasting, drawing it in as deep as she could, a low purr rippling around it.

A low cry as it slipped free, followed by her soft moaning as it began a slow, languid pace, down her prone body. Panting, she lay her head to the bedding, her open eyes finding, and fixating on Caitlin. "Go, go now" she mouthed to the girl. She had to get out of there, had to. She was innocent, Mirshann did not want Grant to get to her, not that he hadn't already. The girl was completely transfixed on what was happening here.

"I'm going to test you, Mirshann. How do you feel about that? That I want to know the extent of your control, your desires, your service and your loyalty. There's so much more too, kitten.....I look forward to a future where I explore your darkest boundaries."

She went completely cold at those words. Testing her. Explore her darkest boundaries. She had NO such boundaries when it came to him. NONE. Oh God help her, what was he going to do? Going to test? Going to.... discover? But neither God, nor the Angels would be coming to her aide, none of them even cared anymore. None of them, and it was that small thought that made Mirshann sob quietly. That was the true punishment. None of them cared. And never would. Turning her head, the fallen angel fought the tears that threatened, even as Grant secured her ankles, the spreader bar put in place. She was trembling, it was hard to hide, given her very vulnerable position.

Caitlin could not take her eyes off what was happening before her, and missed Grant's command for a minute.

"Let's see how good you are at carrying out orders. Both of you."

He had silently stripped off his own shirt already, standing before them bare chested and smiling.

"Caitlin. Undress me."

Caitlin... Had he just addressed her?? Blinking, she tore her eyes away from the girl bent over the bed to Grant. When had he taken his shirt off?? And, as her eyes fell back to the trembling figure, had she mouthed, whispered something at her as well?? Wait... do what?? Undress him?

"You want me to..... what?" Her own voice was a whisper, but could be heard.

"You have 30 seconds to begin. If you choose not to, simply say so."

"Mirshann.....in the event that Caitlin refuses, or the thirty seconds passes and she still remains indecisive......you will undress me yourself. And since your hands are bound quite awkwardly for such a task.....I'll expect you to use your teeth."

Caitlin did not move, for a good 20 seconds, just standing there and thinking. This was the craziest thing she had ever done, since she had started dating Josh. He was a bad boy, you know, typical, had a motorcycle, got into some minor trouble with the law, drank a bit too much, and came out to this very stripclub. But this kid, Grant, he had Josh beat by a mile, and Caitlin, well, she was so turned on she thought she was going to cum right then and there. Never mind she was scared half to death as well.

She looked back over at his girl, who had turned her head back and was watching intently. Has she been... crying?? But that thought was fleeting as she decided she was going to do this, just to see if she could. No, she wouldn't fuck him, but why not play along a bit.

"ok" she quietly answered as she approached. He was cute, not bad at all. No movie star or model material, but with his shaggy blonde hair, he had a certain puppy dog quality about him, only that was now buried beneath this pit bull strength that had come out. And she liked that..

Stepping in front of him, she was more petite in stature than his girl was, she came up to mid chest or so with him, where as the girl bent over the bed, came to his chin. Caitlin lifted her wide, sparkling eyes to his, just as her fingers found his belt. She was shaking, fingers, body, everywhere, as she loosened the leather, and pulled it free of his pants. Why had she done that? It was not necessary to get his pants down, but she had anyway, and with a look over to Mirshann, she handed the belt to Grant. Now, why did she do that?

Button undone, the sound of his zipper coming down, Caitlin had lowered her gaze for the moment.

Mirshann was watching all this intently. When the belt was handed to Grant, her own dark eyes widened. She got a vision, deep in her mind, that thick leather, looped, striking, and her screams echoing in that very room, and he... he getting pleasure from it. The Angel whimpered then. Pain, pleasure, was it all the same?

The petite blonde girl then tugged his pants down, letting them fall to the floor. Oh shit, she had forgotten his boots. She lowered down, coming to her knees, not even realizing just how that "looked" and with deft fingers, his boots, socks, and then his pants, were off. When she looked up at him from there, the look on his face literally scared the hell out of her. For a minute, she thought he was going to wrap his fingers in her hair and make her kiss his feet, or something. She broke that thought in her head by gripping his underwear, freeing his cock then, a light caress of fingertips as she lowered those briefs.

It was hard, thick, and right in front of her face. "ummmm" she whispered, again looking up at him. She was tempted, she was SOOOOO tempted....

It was Mirshann that broke the moment..

"NO" the word came out loud, almost a yell. "NO" ... the angel was not jealous, altho surely that was what Caitlin thought it was, why would she think otherwise. No, it was not jealousy, it was the white hot agony, first of all, that was ripping thru her, at just the inkling that he would gain pleasure from ANOTHER, and deprive her. NO, the curse would not be denied. And, it was the Angel, desperately trying to save a soul. If Caitlin did this, she would be slowly condemning herself, she would want more, the corruption would take hold, she would seek it, from Grant, or others...

"NO" she again yelled, defiantly....

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For reference, a picture of Mirshann:
http://s1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/RainandHeat/mirshann.jpg


For reference, a picture of Caitlin:

http://s1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/RainandHeat/short-emo-girl-hair-.jpg

 

[dryfter]

NO.

The room resounded with the sharp crack of his belt against her upturned ass, then again with her own natural reply.

"No? When did you find it your place to issue orders to others? You're supposed to be setting a good example for the little waitress."

Her pale flesh had reddened where he had struck her, and for the first time, Grant noticed her tears. Given the sudden situation, he wasn't sure what had caused them.....his strike....his demands that he had made of her.....or the fact that Caitlin had come uncomfortably close to making their relationship a lot more intimate.

Either way, he struck at her other cheek for good measure, laying the belt against her hard until she shivered softly. The mood was gone, Caitlin looked wide eyed and scared again watching him strike her....watching her flush against the blows.

"Your place is submitting. Your mission lies in pleasing me. Do I look very pleased to you right now? Caitlin did you a favor....unless of course you'd have preferred to undress me yourself. I've a pretty good idea what would have come next.....would you have liked it if Caitlin had stopped you?"

Still, he knew how to fix this. The perfect punishment, more so than any of the whips, the chains, the floggers or the masks and gags that decorated the room's walls. In one corner he even saw a wicked looking sawhorse, his eyes drifting upward at the very thought and easily finding the tackle suspended from the ceiling....a length of rope already threaded through its wheel.

"So here is how we're going to play this game, Mirshann."

His words came with a sharp slap of his hand this time.....the belt discarded at the waitress' feet. He pulled her to him even as he she gasped at the renewed sting, the pain eventually warming over her buttock.....

Grant reached in between the two of them, straightening his thick cock and aiming for her misty slit before lunging fiercely forward. She was so fucking wet, it was no issue it all to slam balls deep inside his little sex kitten. How he delighted in the sounds she made as he claimed her! Claim her he did, his hips rocking hard against her as a hand pushed her further down into the mattress.....the other reaching around and strumming her clit eagerly, knowing full well how sensitive she was.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mirshann.....just like this. Only you don't get to cum this time. You've made your Master unhappy, and you denied Caitlin a chance to learn."

He ground into her hard, spearing at odd angles as he sought to mix up her insides as best as this position allowed.

"Caitlin can sit there and watch for as long as she wants, my little pet. She can observe how you serve me and pleasure me any way that I desire."

He shot a glance over his shoulder, knowing full well that they were still being watched.

"You are allowed to cum when she touches you in a sexual manner. If she's uncomfortable.....or she decides you're not worthy......then you will not gain release. If you fail me in this, your punishment will be most grievous. But you won't fail me, will you, Mirshann?"

His careening off her inner walls ended just as quickly, as he instead devoted himself to slow, deep strokes.....letting her feel herself slowly stretching to swallow each of his heated thrusts, unable to prevent him from penetrating her to her core even if she wanted to.

"You're allowed to voice encouragement however. To me if you choose. To her if you choose. I know how much you love to cum, my dirty little pet."

 

[RainingHeat]

The strike of the belt took the angel completely by surprise. The leather bit into the soft flesh of her ass, Mirshann crying out in surprise, let alone the stinging pain that exploded thru her.

"No? When did you find it your place to issue orders to others? You're supposed to be setting a good example for the little waitress."

But, the white hot agony deep inside suddenly subsided. He, he was getting pleasure from this, and that, was effecting the Angel bound to him. The 2nd strike brought another cry, her body shuddering against the bed. She could feel the heat radiating out from her backside, as she lay there panting.

Caitlin, she had a look of near horror on her face. She had scrambled to her feet and backed away, watching with wide eyes. She could not imagine what that must have felt like, being so helpless, and feeling the leather just smacking you that way. She didn't know that, to the Angel, the pain of the belt was nothing compared to the agony inside her.

"Your place is submitting. Your mission lies in pleasing me. Do I look very pleased to you right now? Caitlin did you a favor....unless of course you'd have preferred to undress me yourself. I've a pretty good idea what would have come next.....would you have liked it if Caitlin had stopped you?"

"I'm sorry... Master" she sobbed quietly. "I am yours, I submit only to you... please Master... please" the tears that fell, perhaps he thought they were tears of pain, and maybe, to some degree they were, but they were more tears of frustration, tears of pure need. "tell him" the voice of her curse, Suziel's voice, whispered in her head. "tell him why you hurt, tell him why you cry. Tell him of the hell you live in now, his hell.... MIRSHAHH.. HIS HELL .. TELL HIM... tell him you are bound to him. Let him know the extent of the power he truely has over you. He will figure it out, just tell him now. Tell him how you crave him, need him, tell him you will be ripped apart with out him... Tell him what you ARE!!!

The Angel groaned, a sound low and desperate. She could NOT tell him. Suziel's curse said nothing about having to reveal what she truely was to him, nothing about having to tell him that she was eternally bound to him. She could hope that he would not figure out just what that being bound to him entailed, the small fact that she would do anything... anything at all... that he commanded. That she felt the most excruciating agony if he even thought to find pleasure in another, just the thought of that as a punishment made the Fallen One shudder violently. If he figured that out, her life could really be hell.

"So here is how we're going to play this game, Mirshann."

His hand met her backside in a sharp strike. Crying out, she buried her face in the bedding. Again, there was a mingling of pain and pleasure, but all Mirshann cared about was ceasing that white hot ball of agony in the middle of her, and it, was fading fast.

When he pulled her up and to him, the angel, his slave, her face flush in her heat and desire, moaned, a low wanton sound that rippled from the very depths of her. And those depths he filled, she was so aroused that his hard, thick length plunged into her tight pussy with ease, she opening up around him, grasping him, pulling him in, the wetness that flowed from her soaking him, the scent filling the room, the sound filling the room as she pushed herself backwards and onto his shaft. Her accompanying cry echoed thru the room, she letting her eyes close, the pleasure washing thru her, silencing the curse and the agony for now. Her body moved with his, even bound as it was. Her clit swelling as he began to manipulate her, throbbing, she screaming into the bedding now as he pushed her down.. "yes... YESS MASTERRRR.. OHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDD... YESSSSS" the words were muffled but could be heard. She was literally ramming herself back into him to feel him deeper inside, the waves of pure heat gripping her, shaking her...

"I'm going to fuck you, Mirshann.....just like this. Only you don't get to cum this time. You've made your Master unhappy, and you denied Caitlin a chance to learn."

Not... not allowed to cum??? A sudden pain shot thru her. She had to cum. She HAD to orgasm. That would be the only thing that would quiet the curse inside her that even now, at those words, began ripping into her again.

"ppplease... please Master" she begged, her voice quivering.. "please... ohhh Godd... please" her words dripped in submission, in want, need, craving, hunger. The Angel writhed under him, using her body as much as her voice to beg him, to plead with him to allow her more pleasure, to allow her to cum.. "please Master.. I beg you, please let me feel pleasure, your pleasure, your orgasm, my orgasm.. please Master... you don't understand.. ppppplease" she was sobbing in her all consuming need of him...

"Caitlin can sit there and watch for as long as she wants, my little pet. She can observe how you serve me and pleasure me any way that I desire."

Caitlin was staring. Her face was bright red, and she could not tear her eyes away from what she was seeing. And she was not the only one watching, that was for sure.

He was moving inside her, each time he thrust, the angle seemed to change, his cock raking past the vice grip of her pussy over and over again, she sheathing him, only to release, to sheathe again and again. Her mind and body were both reeling... she felt every motion, every inch of him as he pumped into her, yet she needed, she wanted, she craved more.

"You are allowed to cum when she touches you in a sexual manner. If she's uncomfortable.....or she decides you're not worthy......then you will not gain release. If you fail me in this, your punishment will be most grievous. But you won't fail me, will you, Mirshann?"

"never Master, I could never fail your command" she whimpered as he changed speeds yet again, now slowly thrusting his hips forward, his cock dripping from her slick lubrication, her sex swallowing it each time it slid within. The cockhead brushing her cervix, the very entrance of her womb, the muscle spasming as if wanting to open, to allow him entrance. Mirshann was gasping now each time he pushed within her. She turning her head to gaze at Caitlin. She so desperately wanted to save her, and could not.

"You're allowed to voice encouragement however. To me if you choose. To her if you choose. I know how much you love to cum, my dirty little pet."

"Master... " her voice was shaking.. "your pet, your slave, your angel" that slipped out, and she hissed in her breath as it did so "yearns for your cum, craves your seed, please Master I am empty without you, desolate without your cock filling me.. I live only for you Master, to please you, to serve you.. please Master, fill me... ppplease" she was shuddering now, her need so heated her face, skin, was flush, her tears of submission flowing down her cheeks, and her urge to climax was building and building fast. His fingers rolling over her clit was maddening, yet, the sad thing was, as high, as intense as the need, the urge, to climax would get, she would NOT, could NOT, because of his words and her being so very bound to him. He could leave her writhing in pain and need on the bed, yet her body would not release because of his one command.. that she could not cum... until he either told her to, or the girl,. Caitlin, touched her.

Caitlin was fascinated by all of this. Her mind replayed his words, You are allowed to cum when she touches you in a sexual manner.. could the girl hold back that way, just by his command? It appeared she was even now, fighting a mighty battle to do just that, and the girl was winning.

"please" Mirshann turned her attention to the girl "please... help me... cum... please... I need you" her voice was almost crying as Grant continued to fuck her slow, hard, and deep. The Angel knew he was watching and listening to this very intently.

Caitlin slowly approached. "So your saying that, you can not, will not, orgasm, until I touch you sexually, because he commanded you, am I right?"

The Angel could only nod, just barely, another hissing cry coming from her lips as he pinched her sore, pulsing clit.

Caitlin looked at Grant. "You are serious, she really won't.... cum?"

When she looked back down at the girl, and she herself could not deny that she was sopping wet herself, the angel wept, "please... Caitlin, this slave begs you.. please let me cum... ppppplease"

The blonde was still a bit... incredulous, but wanted to see what would happen, so when Grant pulled back, his length slipping free of the girl, save for the cockhead, Caitlin reached down between him and the girl, letting her slender fingers dip into the searing wetness that was Mirshann's pussy, feeling her thick, slippery fluids, as well as his mingled precum. "sooo wet"... she murmured.. "Mirshann, cum for me" She mimicking what she thought Grant would say.

Between the touch, very distinctly sexual, and the words, the Angel was sent careening into the abyss of her climax, the orgasm shredding thru her with such force that her scream was heard outside the almost soundproofed room. He filled her again as she came, her body tightening around his girth, refusing now to let him go. Inside her, the curse roared triumphantly, as the lust fed her, every nerve exploding, every inch of her shattering around him. The flood of her own liquids came forth then, soaking his length, his balls, the bed beneath her.

Caitlin could only watch, knowing it were her words that had sent the girl spiraling into that orgasm.

 

[dryfter]

"Taste her."

Mirshann was still shuddering around him strongly enough that the poor girl could barely respond, and yet somehow, she knew his command hadn't been for her. Instead it was Caitlin that turned questioning eyes towards him.

"She coats your fingers, does she not? She came hard for your touch, Caitlin. Taste the fruits of your labors."

He reached for his pet then, fingers tangling firmly in her raven locks to pull her head back up and off the bed, his cock still stirring softly inside her, their juices leaking from around him to spatter the simple stone floor.

"How do you feel, Mirshann?"

He could see her tearstained face, though she hid the desolation she felt deep in her eyes. Eyes that widened quickly enough as he slowly began stroking himself inside her again, working softly against her natural friction to gradually begin to swell to hardness once more.....

"You're not satisfied, are you? You want more. How does she taste, Caitlin....tell me."

He kept his eyes on his pet, releasing her hair after several jarring thrusts that made her petite breasts shiver and tremble beneath her.

"Do you want the whip, Mirshann? Did you like being struck? Are you that kind of girl?"

He gave her reddened ass a sharp slap to emphasize the question. He ground against her hard, until she could feel his full thickness swollen and pulsating inside her again. How many times had this been today? He was losing count....perhaps it was all the fine looking pussy in this place, but his libido had been recharged....at least enough for one more round with her.

"I haven't heard you thank Caitlin yet, kitten. Is this the extent of your manners? Groaning and panting as you take a cock? She could have let you struggle on the edge a little more."

Fingertips drifted across her shapely back with a teasing gentleness, a stark contrast to the harsh pummeling her dripping box was taking.

"Thank her, and then tell her what it means to be submissive. That's why she's here, isn't it? To learn from a master and his pet. Tell her, Mirshann.....tell her what its like to submit to me."

He could already see the rivulets of moisture that had trickled down to nearly her knee. That skirt wasn't much good for covering things like that up now that she had given up her panties.

"You know what I think? I think she wants to submit to me. Just look at how dripping wet you've made her, Mirshann.....and all she's done is touch you once. I did like the feel of her fingers pushing inside you though.....the felt wonderful stimulating my cock."

A soft chuckle as he reached around her once more, grasping her smallish breasts and kneading them roughly even as he pulled her back once more, not even needing to force her down into his thrusts.....his pet already more than willing to cooperate.

"Do you want her to touch you again, kitten? You know you can't cum without her today. And you so desperately want to cum.....over and over again, don't you?"

He shot Caitlin a wicked look, grinning at the poor waitress as she only barely tore her eyes away from Mirshann's pussy being ravished. He could do this for a while....or rather....could have, if one particular thought hadn't been causing undue strain on his balls. As it were, between his newfound wickedness, and the firm milking of her body....by now she could no doubt feel the subtle swelling inside of her as he beat himself against her cervix.....his grunt loud in her ears each time he struck her that deeply. A grunt of satisfied pride.....

"I have another command for you, Mirshann....one I truly hope you'll take to heart."

He issued a command alright, but his first wasn't for her.

"If you liked her taste, Caitlin.....try it from the source, give her a taste when you feel like making her cum again. IF you feel like letting her cum again. She once told me that she is the sweetest honey.......its truth, isn't it? Nobody here but us...."

He knew she was innocent, that she'd most likely never laid lips to a girl before, and yet the thought excited him to the point that Mirshann cried out once more, desperate for her release, but more so for his as she felt him throb excitedly as he watched to see what the waitress would do.

Whether or not, Mirshann climaxed, he was at his limit. Sweat poured out his every pore as he crammed her full of his meat, the room itself a haze past the first few feet, feet that were focused on Mirshann and Caitlin. He hadn't forgotten that he had promised one more command for his little kitten....and as he shuddered inside her, his growled words brought a reaction from both girls......each reaction only prolonging his almost painful release.....

"Mirshann....."

"CONCEIVE."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Taste her."

Caitlin could only stare at him. "what?"

"She coats your fingers, does she not? She came hard for your touch, Caitlin. Taste the fruits of your labors."

The blonde girl let her eyes wonder down to her fingers. They were dripping wet, warm, slick from the dark haired girl's pussy. It had no even occurred to her to lick them clean. Perhaps if she had been a bit more experienced, that would have dawned on her.

"taste her" she repeated to herself, bringing those wet slender fingers to her mouth then, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to lick, ever so slowly and carefully, along each, tasting the absolute sweetness of the other girl's arousal. She tasted... divine...

"How do you feel, Mirshann?"

He had pulled her up from the bed, pulling her back into him, she leaning to his chest for leverage, to stay on her feet. Her head lay back, resting to his shoulder as he spoke, she could feel the gentle vibration of his voice.

"hungered, Master, thirsty, wanton, craving, needy... Master"

He was moving inside her again, his length easily disappearing up and inside of her grasping sheathe. She undulated against him, swaying, almost as if she were dancing against his body, except the distinct motion of her moving up and down, was a clear indication of what she was dancing upon, and what he was doing to her. Each downward slide making her gasp.

"You're not satisfied, are you? You want more. How does she taste, Caitlin....tell me."

"more... Master... please" No, she wasn't satisfied. That intense climax had only served to feed the curse enough for it to demand more. From him, of him, of his touch, his cock, his tongue, his pleasure, his desire, his dominance, his lust.

"Sweet, hot and sweet, like warmed fresh honey" the blonde locked eyes with Grant, she running her own pink tongue now over her moist lips. "She tastes exquisite"

"I haven't heard you thank Caitlin yet, kitten. Is this the extent of your manners? Groaning and panting as you take a cock? She could have let you struggle on the edge a little more."

The Angel suddenly went tense, taut. He was right, she had not thanked the girl. She had been so lost in her climax, the girl had been all but forgotten. Mirshann's head came forward, she still moving, bouncing, swaying on his cock, but her eyes found the blonde's, locking, drawing the girl in. She was so innocent, really. Just a regular girl with regular wants and needs, nothing extreme, until now. Until Grant and Mirshann had wondered into that cafe, and into her life.

"Thank her, and then tell her what it means to be submissive. That's why she's here, isn't it? To learn from a master and his pet. Tell her, Mirshann.....tell her what its like to submit to me."

"Caitlin" the angel whispered, her voice hushed and dripping with lust. "Caitlin, thank you, for allowing this lowly slave, his slave, his pet, his possession, to climax, for allowing me to free my orgasm." If she had not given permission, she would still be crying out in pain and pleasure, begging to cum, her body, soul, mind, hanging on the precipice.

The body the Angel had been graced with when she fell, was beginning to tire, and to become sore. No matter the pleasure she so desperately begged for, the body was taking alot, and Grant was fully hard again, his thickness raking her insides, the walls of her pussy tender, spasming slightly, yet still grasping and milking as he continued to keep Mirshann riding him.

"I am not just submissive" the angel moaned, the words mingling with the sounds of pleasure coming from her lips. "There is a difference between submissive and what I... am.. Caitlin. To submit, is to offer yourself, to give yourself to the Master, to offer your submission to him and beg that he accepts. I am enslaved, Caitlin, to Grant. He owns me, body, soul. I am bound to him. I submit to him every moment, to his every thought, fantasy, need, want, desire. To please him is my only life, Caitlin. I hunger, crave, need, yearn, want, beg of him, pray to him. To feel his pleasure, his pain, his touch... Caitlin"

She went quiet then, save for the low groans that slipped past as he took her. He surely had just heard everything she had said. Again, he had commanded that she tell the girl what it was to be submissive and to submit to him. To Mirshann, she was not submission, she was enslaved, and that, was what she voiced. So the education of Caitlin, was also an education of Grant.

Caitlin herself was shaking, staring at both of them. Some girls may have run out of there right then. But not this one. She wanted to feel what Mirshann was feeling. And the Angel could see that desire alight in the blonde girl's eyes. The corruption had ahold, and it was not going to let go, not at all.

"You know what I think? I think she wants to submit to me. Just look at how dripping wet you've made her, Mirshann.....and all she's done is touch you once. I did like the feel of her fingers pushing inside you though.....they felt wonderful stimulating my cock."

A soft chuckle as he reached around her once more, grasping her smallish breasts and kneading them roughly even as he pulled her back once more, not even needing to force her down into his thrusts..... She was riding him now, he no longer even having to thrust upwards. Her naked body rode him, she impaling herself over and over again on that thick fuckpole of his. Lickings of fire were cascading over the angel as she moved, the friction increasing as she moved, the walls of her pussy heating slowly once more. It was obvious the girl was ascending to another orgasm, her breathing becoming more and more ragged, gasping.

And Caitlin, she too was beginning to move, to sway slightly, becoming more and more aroused, her own pussy was dripping wet, clear heated droplets were slipping slowly down her creamy smooth thighs. She was staring at Grant's length, watching as it penetrated deeply, pushing up and into the girl's more than willing body, the motion was sensual, seductive...

"Do you want her to touch you again, kitten? You know you can't cum without her today. And you so desperately want to cum.....over and over again, don't you?"

Mirshann's eyes roll back as the words lick along her ear. "yess... yesssss.. please Master.. please.... Caitlin... begging you, please"

"If you liked her taste, Caitlin.....try it from the source, give her a taste when you feel like making her cum again. IF you feel like letting her cum again. She once told me that she is the sweetest honey.......its truth, isn't it? Nobody here but us...."

The Angel nearly screamed, and in fact, it was a scream, altho the sound was mistakened by both Grant and Caitlin as a wanton cry of pleasure. If the girl did this, tasted her, became actively involved, the corruption would be complete. Grant was already lost to the darkness that Suziel had placed inside her, now there would be another. And even now, as the words tumbled from Grant's lips, Mirshann felt his cock throb, spasm, even thicken, in arousal at the thought. The Angel closed her eyes, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

Across the little blonde's lips, a smile creeped. It was slow, almost wicked, but it was there, her eyes locked on the dripping, soaking pussy of the girl riding Grant's cock. Caitlin liked the idea of making her cum, liked watching the girl writhe. She wanted to see it again, make it happen again, feel it, taste it.

His words had only just passed his lips when she was on her knees before the girl. She watched, close up, as Grant's thick, reddened member, pushed in and slid out, pushed in and slid out. Mirshann's pussy was dripping, the lips soaking and pink, her clit pronounced, having swollen and was now visible outside it's little hood. That, was what Caitlin went for. She leaning up, her tongue sliding out to touch, caress, lick... the taste of the girl was delicious, sweet, and hot, which only drove Caitlin to lick more, her tongue lapping over that pulsing clit, feeling and hearing Mirshann react..

The Angel's eyes shot open, she falling back against Grant. Her entire body began to shudder at the sudden sensation. She rocking her hips now, still riding her Master, but now pushing to Caitlin's mouth, wanting more. She could not cease the shaking of her form, more of her sweetness spilling from around Grant's cock for Caitlin to taste.

The blonde was now actively lapping, tasting, stroking, tracing, Mirshann's entire pussy with her tongue, exploring every crevass, every curve, lips, vulva, clit, the very top of her thighs, and even letting her tongue glide the underside of Grant's cock as it pulled back out of the tight grip of his slave's sheathe and pushed back in again. The girl's chin, cheeks, lips, were drenched in Mirshann's essence, and still the girl continued.

"please... OHHHH GODDD... PLEASE" the Angel was crying out, begging, pleading, as her body, on fire now, every nerve was tingling, every muscle tensing, her skin damp, dripping, needing, wanting, to release, to cum, to be sent into the abyss of another orgasm.

"I have another command for you, Mirshann....one I truly hope you'll take to heart."

The Angel and Caitlin both knew that Grant was near climax, both could feel his cock beginning to tremble, Mirshann knowing that his balls were filling, that he would, any second now, be jetting his seed inside her.

"pppplease CAITLIN ..PLEASE"...

"Mirshann....."

"CONCEIVE."

"Mirshann.. CUM " the last command coming from the girl kneeling between her spread legs.

Both commands hit the Angel like a thunderclap, an as she felt Grant's cock convulse and spasm, her own body did the same. She arching her back, shaking, twisting, rocking, shivering as her climax cascaded thru her, a tidal wave of heat and desire and lust, flooding every nerve ending, spiralling thru her, her screams of passion now easily heard well beyond the room... Caitlin greedily tasted of both the girl's sweetness that flooded from her, and Grants seed, as he shot his spend deep into her, Mirshann feeling his fluids overflowing inside her, splashing, coating, the head of him tight to the opening of her womb, he sending jets of his seed within, that one word still ringing in her ears, that and Suziel's curse.. that she would be fertile, conceive and bare offspring with whoever found her when she fell, that she would be his breeding whore, his pleasure whore, his everything whore. Mirshann knew, as the orgasm finally began to wane and she collasped into his arms, barely conscious at this point, that his seed would take hold. She could already feel it, deep inside her.

Caitlin sat back, licking her lips, taking a deep breath. She herself had cum, not as intense as the girl, but she could feel her own juices soaking her, dripping down her thighs.

"Oh... my... god" was all she could say...

 

[dryfter]

His pet came, and came hard. How surreal had this been? Not even Grant could have imagined that it would have all come together this well. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the young author wondered if Stan was fairing as well with Dee as he was with Mirshann.

Yet Mirshann was a done deal. She had said so herself, finally confirmed what he had come to suspect.

"There is a difference between submissive and what I... am.. Caitlin. To submit, is to offer yourself, to give yourself to the Master, to offer your submission to him and beg that he accepts. I am enslaved, Caitlin, to Grant. He owns me, body, soul. I am bound to him. I submit to him every moment, to his every thought, fantasy, need, want, desire. To please him is my only life, Caitlin. I hunger, crave, need, yearn, want, beg of him, pray to him. To feel his pleasure, his pain, his touch... Caitlin."

"Bound.....enslaved.....beautiful....."

His words were barely a whisper, yet they spoke volumes of his approval. Especially as he watched the cute little waitress shudder upon hearing them for herself.

Grant watched, enrapt, as Caitlin slowly crawled towards them in supplication.....lowering herself to lick at Mirshann's dripping pussy, the raven haired girl's reaction instaneous and oh so delicious as she closed about him like a vice. It was so wanton, so sluttishly needy how she rocked herself up and down on his cock, but in such a way that she also gave herself over to the waitress and her questing tongue. The initial tears had caused some confusion....but now it was clear that whatever emotion had moved Mirshann to create them had been stifled by another, much more powerful one.

This time, his kitten didn't cum right away from the contact surprisingly enough. She certainly didn't seem to be fighting it. No....more like struggling to keep her sanity as the sheer size of her climax loomed within her, swelling and readying itself to blossom.

Then her command matched his, and Mirshann screamed, the most powerful climax he had ever seen from her tearing its way out of her slender frame. She shook and trembled, whimpered and cried, groaned and spasmed as she milked him for all he had to offer her.....no doubt having heard his desire just as clearly as she had heard Caitlin's.....and he flooded her with all she would need to submit to even that order.

He sagged hard against her, all his energy spent for now. He wasn't sure if she even got tired, but this was the fourth time today they had fucked. So why then....why wouldn't it dry up and die for now? Instead, he had to content himself with a semi-flaccid state.....his cockhead oozing out a drop of hot sperm even as he pulled from her, letting her overtaxed womb send a similar rivulet of cream slithering from her well fucked cunt.

"Well Caitlin....are you glad you came in here to watch?"

He grinned at her, his chest heaving for breath. He could smell her even through the musky aroma of his......slave. For the first time, he used that word in conjunction with her. And why shouldn't he? She herself had used that title.

"Or are you left wanting?"

Of course, he knew the answer. Knew just from her body posture.....her small oath to god as she came just from licking another girl's cunt....probably for the first time. Still, he had promised to not touch her today unless it was something she wanted.....

"Do you think you can go home now and submit to your boyfriend?"

A mischievous twinkle filled his eyes as she finally lifted her own hazed ones to his.

"Can you even go back to him?"

A soft chuckle as he watched her tongue roll over her own lips, eager to catch what flavor of Mirshann still remained there, and yet her eyes dipped low to that lone drop of cum that had begun to slowly slip downward from his pole.

"Or would you like me to bind you, Caitlin?"

He jerked his head upward until she turned in place to see what had grabbed his attention. The leather wrist restraints that remained attached firmly to the headboard. It would be so easy to force her at this point, to slam those tiny wrists of hers in place while she was still somewhat out of it. But it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as hearing her say what she wanted right now. That alone might be able to resurrect his struggling dick.

She was free to move right now. Free to touch him if she chose...and he certainly wouldn't keep her from touching Mirshann if that was what she wanted to do too. He was eager to see what she wanted......

"You're horny aren't you? Despite the fact that you just came. Nobody has touched you at all.....and yet you came. You're a very naughty girl, Caitlin."

He could see her eyes lift to his again.....only a small amount of confusion.....

"Tell me what you want.....Caitlin."

 

[RainingHeat]

"Well Caitlin....are you glad you came in here to watch?"

She could only nod, words just would not come. What she had seen, what she had done, and the fact that she had CUM, was more than overwhelming,

"Or are you left wanting?"

Wanting. Caitlin thought about that for a moment as she watched Mirshann, the girl was nearly unconscious from her climax, leaning into him, still bound and helpless. Caitlin could see small little tremors that shot thru her every so often.

Mirshann was indeed exhausted. Yet, she had heard his words to her, "Bound.....enslaved.....beautiful....." those words kept repeating deep in her mind... she was bound, enslaved, beautiful.. at least to him. If she had been a girlfriend, a wife, those words would have filled her with perhaps a renewed sense of love. But the Angel was not his girlfriend, his wife. She had not chosen to be with him. She had not chosen to be enslaved to him. She had not chosen to be anything to him. Yet, she was. Bound, Enslaved, Owned, Cursed.

"Do you think you can go home now and submit to your boyfriend?"

"Josh"? She had not even thought of him in the last, what 20 minutes? And in fact, she cringed alittle when she did think of him. Josh would never be this kid. Never. And Caitlin wanted what his girl, Mirshann, had. Did she want it with him? That was a question she could not answer. It was clear that the dark haired one would be his first priority. Caitlin could see the lust, and possession in his eyes whenever he looked at the girl.

"Can you even go back to him?"

"Or would you like me to bind you, Caitlin?"

That caught both Caitlin and Mirshann's attention. Caitlin flushed bright red once again as she followed his gaze, to the bed, and the restraints. For a moment, she saw herself, bound, helpless, writhing, Grant over her, fucking her until she screamed. And, Caitlin found herself getting wet, again, at the thought.

Mirshann, saw the same image in her head. Only deep inside her, that white hot agony came alive.

"You're horny aren't you? Despite the fact that you just came. Nobody has touched you at all.....and yet you came. You're a very naughty girl, Caitlin."

The blonde turned to stare at him again. She was confused all of a sudden. He was talking as if Mirshann were not even there, talking about her being horny, about binding her, about.... did he want to fuck her? It was not lost on either girl that he was hardening again.

"Tell me what you want.....Caitlin."

Mirshann was groaning low, the pain gripping her in the depths of her belly. She already knew the answer. For some reason, she already know..

"I want you to fuck me... Grant... "