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

"Is that truly how you wish to address me? I thought you were taking lessons on how to be submissive?"

He hadn't missed the pained groan from his slave, mistaking it for another sharp pang of jealousy. Still....he sympathized with her. Mirshann had given him everything....and here he was.....listening to another woman ask him to have sex with her....

"Now look at what you've done. You've made Mirshann jealous."

He saw the uncertainty in the waitress eyes for a second, as they darted towards the dark haired girl and where she writhed in her bindings, even saw the tiny little key Grant had produced as he slipped into the handcuffs....releasing her with a soft click.

"Caitlin.....place your wrists in the bindings please. If this is truly what you want, it needs to be your decision."

He waited, smiling. It was only fair after all....as he watched his sexy little kitten gingerly rub the red lines on her wrists where the cuffs had bitten. Only fair that he not be the only one giving attention here.

"Bind her, Mirshann."

Her wrists were in place. The sexy little waitress was awaiting the thick leather straps to close about her.

"You realise that now there's no turning back, right Caitlin? I can touch you like this and there's nothing you can do about it."

His hand slipped easily between her thighs.....a fingertip teasing the edges of her pussy just before he moved to cup her sex in his palm, taking advantage of just how easily she spread for his touch.

His hand pulled away....shimmering with her juices as he grinned.

"So wet, Caitlin.....such a dirty girl.....did licking Mirshann get you this turned on?"

He offered his palm to her, his submissive little kitten.

"Taste her, Mirshann."

Seconds later, and he shivered, feeling the smooth tongue run along his palm. Never did he think that such an act would thrill him this much. And yet.....his lovely little Mirshann continued to surprise and please him greatly.

"Tell her how she tastes."

His free hand slipped down low over the fallen's pert rear. She was still spread for him, as he had released the cuffs, but not the bar that held her own legs apart. Gently, he teased the swollen abused lips of her battered pussy.

"Perhaps Mirshann should take part in this as well. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Offer her your breasts, Mirshann.....you should get used to the feeling of suckling."

He smiled then.....picturing her months from now if indeed she followed even his latest command. It was enough to harden him the rest of the way, a fact that Caitlin did not miss just before she found the submissive girl's chest thrust her way.

"What should I do with you, Caitlin? You're soiling the bed you're so wet."

He didn't move to remove her skirt, he rather enjoyed it being there. Still....the view could get even better.

"Mirshann....unbutton her blouse.....let her feel how you nurse a full breast. Leave the shirt on, but get rid of the bra. Naughty girls like Caitlin don't need to wear underwear."

To make matters worse, he was teasing her, sliding his cock suggestively up and down her dripping slit.....pausing to slap its thick head against her hot little button and against her inner thighs every so often.

"Much better. It seems she's forsaken her boyfriend. I'm sure Josh will be so disappointed......especially when he finds out what you've decided to become."

A soft hand caressed her flat belly, kneading softly before dipping to one side to trace the curve of a firm hip.

"I suppose its too late to tell you that I'm not wearing a condom."

He reached down between them....feeling her eyes on him over Mirshann's head.....her breathing already quickening from the feel of his pet's talented tongue stimulating her. Seconds later, and she was bracing herself.....feeling him catch against her and begin to slide deep.......
 
"Now look at what you've done. You've made Mirshann jealous."

Jealous. That was what he thought that sound, that whimper, that near cry of pain, was. Jealousy. But why would he think otherwise. She could not tell him. She could never tell him. First and foremost, he would never believe her. One does not become bound to another's very soul. It just did not work that way in the world of mortals. And, even if she did tell him, and he did believe her, the power that would give him, to cause her such agonizing pain and sorrow. To rip at her own soul on a whim. To tear her asunder, watch her writhe, listen to her scream, over and over again.

No, she could never tell him. Ever.

"oh sweetheart, he will figure it out. He is not stupid. In fact, he is quite smart, just young. He will certainly figure it out"

Only Mirshann heard the evil laugh that followed.

"Bind her, Mirshann."

The Angel's thoughts and the laugh of the curse were broken at the mention of her name. She had not heard word one of the exchange between Grant and Caitlin, but she did hear his command, of course.

"yes... Master" What the hell was he doing? The girl was corrupted, yet he was taking this even further. His own darkening thoughts, because of that curse, to blame.

The blonde was laying on the bed, offering her wrists. OFFERING. To a virtual stranger. And she, was not cursed, not like Mirshann. She had no binding to Grant, other than her lust for him. If Mirshann could have stepped back and let this happen, she would have. There was no saving that girl now. But, she could not. To save herself from the agony, she had to be involved, but he, had to command it, and he had not done so, yet.

He, had free'd her wrists, yet her own ankles remained bound to the spreader bar. She could sort of move around some, she was pretty agile, but it was not easy. When she leaned over the bed to fasten the leather in place, her dripping wet, still reddened pussy was bared for him to admire. She could feel the heat of his gaze, it was searing hot, even tho he had only just taken her.

"You realize that now there's no turning back, right Caitlin? I can touch you like this and there's nothing you can do about it."

His hand slipped easily between her thighs.....a fingertip teasing the edges of her pussy just before he moved to cup her sex in his palm, taking advantage of just how easily she spread for his touch.

The girl moaned, her entire body shuddering. His touch was like an electric cattle prod, sending tingles all thru her. Josh never made her feel like this. She wondered for a moment if it was because she was nearly helpless and he was so very dominant..

"ohhh god... please" she whispered, hushed, her voice quivering.

His hand pulled away....shimmering with her juices as he grinned.

"So wet, Caitlin.....such a dirty girl.....did licking Mirshann get you this turned on?"

"yes... yes.. that... and you, you telling me to, me telling her to cum. yes" she admitted glancing between the two of them.

"Taste her, Mirshann."

The Angel had his hand in hers in an instant, dipping her head, the wet tip of her long tongue snaked out to begin lapping, tasting, stroking his palm. She touched, caressed every inch, taking each finger into her mouth for a deep suckle, her eyes meeting his as she did so. Within he could see her own smokey heat rising again.

"Tell her how she tastes."

Darkened eyes turning to the blonde, lidded, wetting her lips to get the last droplet of the blonde's sweetness from the surface. "You taste like a fine, sweet wine, light and fresh, and so very.........ahhhhhh" her voice wavered at the touch of his fingers along her tender pussy lips..."warm.. Mmmmmmmmm" the word ended in a rippling moan as Mirshann rocked back to his touch.

"Perhaps Mirshann should take part in this as well. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Offer her your breasts, Mirshann.....you should get used to the feeling of suckling."

Those words drove the pain that was festering inside her, away. Her entire body relaxed as she answered his command. "of course Master" Even with the spreader bar in place, the angel could easily move to the side of the bed, and climb onto. She leaned over the laying Caitlin, her pert, round breasts within each reach of the girl's questing mouth. Her dark nipples already aroused, when the girl took the right one into her mouth, the angel gasped. Caitlin suckled like a baby nursing, pulling with her lips, grazing her teeth across the peak, then suckling in hard and deep. Mirshann braced over the girl with hands on either side of her head, her head up as she gasps, hisses and cries out. Caitlin moving from the right breast to the left to give the same treatment. To the angel, it felt divine, and it showed on her face and in her actions and cries, she was quivering over the blonde.

"What should I do with you, Caitlin? You're soiling the bed you're so wet."

The girl was soaking, dripping but could not answer, given she had a mouth full of the angel's breast.

"Mirshann....unbutton her blouse.....let her feel how you nurse a full breast. Leave the shirt on, but get rid of the bra. Naughty girls like Caitlin don't need to wear underwear."

The angel pulled back from the hungry girl's mouth. "my turn" she breathed at her as she unbutton her blouse. The bra was easy enough, it was a front hook so Mirshann peeled that away in an instant. The blonde was better endowed than the Angel, her breasts fuller and heavier. Where Mirshann's nipples were dark, the blonde's were deep pink. The angel cast a quick glance at her Master who was now on the bed with them, straddling the girl's legs, the Angel off to the side, she then dipped her head down to capture a breast, grasping it from beneath and running her thumb over the nipple, before she devoured it, suckling it so hard and deep that Caitlin cried out in pain, as well as pleasure. The angel indeed did nurse from the girl, moving from one breast to the other, biting, pinching, suckling, tasting.

Caitlin was in a world of pleasure, she was writhing and moaning, and feeling both the girl's mouth on her breasts, and Grant's cock teasing her slit.

"please... please... fuck me... Gr... Sir... please" she begged, lifting her hips, rocking them suggestively.

"Much better. It seems she's forsaken her boyfriend. I'm sure Josh will be so disappointed......especially when he finds out what you've decided to become."

A soft hand caressed her flat belly, kneading softly before dipping to one side to trace the curve of a firm hip.

Mirshann was pulling the left nipple now, between her teeth as Grant spoke. Caitlin groaning yet again.

"I suppose its too late to tell you that I'm not wearing a condom."

"I don't care.. PLEASE" she begged, looking up at him as he loomed over both her and the girl at her breasts.

When he began to slide in, she sighed, her sex opening for him, beginning to wrap around him, tight, heated, velvet soft, the muscles working to embace him. She was not a virgin that was for sure, but she easily sheathed him quite nicely. Rocking her hips upwards, she wrapping her legs about his waist. As he drove into her depths, it was Mirshann that lifted her head and cried out, feeling his pleasure thru her connection to him, her own body shuddering in tandem with his.
 
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Grant took it slow. It was gratifying to see the normally reserved waitress finally letting go....first of her panties......then of her clothes.....and now finally, her inhibitions.

She barely flinched when he pointed out the lack of protection.

And now he was giving it to her, sliding smoothly in and out of her silken pussy. The busty waitress lacked much of Mirshann's tightness......but the sounds she made, the soft cries and whimpers turned him on. It was as if she were still an innocent virgin, feeling a hard cock pierce her for the very first time. Or perhaps she'd just not felt one this deep before....

Grant grinned as he gave her cervix a little nudge, listening to her respond. He wanted to taunt her a little.....talk dirty to her.....but at the same time he didn't want to scare her off either.....at least not until he was done with her.

"Feel that, Caitlin? Are you sure you want this? I could pull out now...."

He knew she wouldn't let him. Already her legs had wrapped around him, hell...she was the reason he had struck her so deeply. Every thrust, soft or not, was met by a needy grunt.....and his kitten seemed enrapt in feeding off both their activities.

"Perhaps I should make you mine, Caitlin. I could ruin you. Make it so this Josh guy never appeals to you ever again. Would you like that?"

He let the implications sink in. He wasn't sure why, but he was certain he could do it.....make it so after today, nobody else would ever do it for her.....would never take her to the heights she'd see today. But even he knew....he would need Mirshann's help for that.

"Mirshann.....we're going to see how many times we can make Caitlin cum before I do. We'll see how naughty and slutty our cute little waitress is."

The room resounded, along with her sharp cry as Grant struck her ass for the first time. How supple and firm! Just enough resistance that he could feel the ripple effect after his blow.

"Your skin is blushing, Caitlin."

She had no idea what was about to happen to her really, only felt Mirshann's hot mouth on her titties.....his cock coursing through her hot tunnel, yet not hard enough.....never hard enough to completely satisfy her.

That changed in a heartbeat as he slammed into her, bouncing his cockhead off her depths, jarring her to her soul.

"Anything and everything, Mirshann.....let's make her cum.....and keep cumming."

Grant grinned as he seized her hips, heard her cry out his name as he ground hard into her....finally giving her the rough sex he had been building up to. Her chest heaved and sputtered as he found a rhythm, pounding into her dripping cunt with staccato bursts that left her breathless and wondering when the next furious assault was coming.

He'd been active all day. He'd had Mirshann several times today, unable to resist her dirty teasing, her soulful pleading for his cock. How long had it been for Caitlin? The poor little waitress so unhappy with her boyfriend that she had been willing to spread her pretty little pussy for him.

He had lasting power, even though a thin sheen of sweat was beginning to form now that he was getting serious.

He severely doubted Caitlin had the same luxury.
 
"Perhaps I should make you mine, Caitlin. I could ruin you. Make it so this Josh guy never appeals to you ever again. Would you like that?"

The girl had been writhing, squirming, and whimpering beneath both the Angel and Grant. She had never felt sensations like this before. Josh as a pretty boring fuck compared to this, climbing on and doing his thing and then he was done. Wham Bam Thank You Mam type of thing. But not Grant, he was moving slow, steady, and so fucking deep she could feel her muscles convulsing inside her. And the girl, she was just icing on the cake. They were an amazing team..

But when he spit those words out, both Caitlin's head, and Mirshann's came up to look at him. Caitlin was just caught off guard. Mirshann on the other hand, her eyes went completely dark at the thought. Again, he would think she was jealous. But in reality, she nearly passed out at the thought. If he took another, slave, lover, mattered not, she would suffer. And suffer greatly. She had gotten lucky this time, he had stated, commanded, that she be involved, that was all she needed to satisfy the urge and feel the pleasure, desire, lust, fire she so desperately needed to feel. If he took her as a slave, submissive, whatever... Oh god... Mirshann shook, almost violently.

"Mirshann.....we're going to see how many times we can make Caitlin cum before I do. We'll see how naughty and slutty our cute little waitress is."

Caitlin's head fell back to the bedding. She had not answered his statement, his question about him making her his. She liked that idea, but what of the girl? Caitlin was not sure about her. If she were to be with him, he would get rid of the dark haired girl, right? At least that was how she saw it, not really understanding.

It was the smack of his hand to her ass that sent that thought careening out of her head for now.

"Ahhhhhhhhh heeyyyyyyyyy" she cried out, bucking under both him and the Angel. She was shaking, shuddering, writhing.

"Your skin is blushing, Caitlin."

She nearly screamed when he slammed into her then, his cock ramming deeply, hitting the very entrance to her womb. Her body shook, the bed shook, and he... did not stop..His hips were pistoning, her own lifting to meet those frantic thrusts.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddddddd"

"Anything and everything, Mirshann.....let's make her cum.....and keep cumming."

The Angel winked back at him. That gave her, and her curse, free reign. Mirshann then shifted her own body and weight. Careful of that spacer bar that still kept her own legs widely parted, she positioned herself over the face of the waitress, the bar setting well above her head, the the pillows behind. It was quite the comfortable place for the angel, and she was able to roll her own hips down over the girl's now open and questing mouth. Her own lips, after giving the sexiest smile to Grant, lowered to find Caitlin's swollen clit, which she suckled hard, flicking her tongue over it and lastly, letting her tongue lap at Grant's cock as it moved in and out of the girl's soaking pussy.

Mirshann kept Caitlin on the edge, just as Caitlin was doing the same to her. Dueling licking of sorts. When the Angel licked and suckled the Waitress's clit, she did the same, when she fluttered her tongue over it, she did the same. The one difference was, Caitlin pushing her tongue deep inside the Angel, tasting of her, and of Grant of course, given he had spilled his seed inside that hot pussy as well.

Caitlin could not take it for long, the sensations that were racing thru her and a mere few seconds, or so it seemed, later, she was bucking and shaking on the bed in a long, intense orgasm. Mirshann smiled as she lifted her head to watch, actually able to see her pussy muscles contract around his cock, grasping, pulling, rippling over the surface of him. And.. she could feel Caitlin cry out, right into her own sex, which to say the least was an interesting sensation, the vibration tingling over her own pussy, making the Angel gasp in heat. Caitlin saw, and felt the Angel's reaction and actually bit down, lightly on the girl's clit. This sent Mirshann careening into her own orgasm, the look on her face one of near surprise. She met Grant's eyes as she came, the pleasure gripping, shaking, and nearly devouring her.

It was a total of 4 times... that Caitlin came beneath both Grant and the Angel. And Mirshann graced Caitlin with another climax of her own. The bed was getting a hell of a workout, yet Grant, had somehow managed to hang on during it all, and was still pumping into the blonde's pussy.

That is, until Mirshann, a wicked smile crossing her face, reached between him and the girl as he was pushing into her pussy, and grasped his balls, squeezing gently, feeling how heated and full they were.....
 
It was extremely pleasing.....seeing the two grown women doing everything they could think of to make each other cum. And yet, Mirshann clearly had the advantage having cum practically all day for him....and as the waitress shuddered and moaned yet another blissful climax into his dark haired sexkitten, Grant almost felt sorry for how outmatched she was.

He didn't miss that she was watching his every stroke with rapt attention, even as she continued to lick and tease per his instructions. Her dark eyes never left the sight of his lust engorged fuckpole slipping into the bound blonde again and again....each time just a little more forcefully as his own excitement mounted.

So she wasn't quite as tight as Mirshann, a marvel in and of itself, seeing as how many times he'd pounded the pretty little desert girl he had found. It wasn't about tightness....it was about a new conquest....about teaching this poor girl about what sex could be. It was so much more than just spreading your legs and pretending to moan a few times until your partner finishes and goes to sleep......

Still....he found himself almost longing to be in Mirshann's embrace once more. The submissive brunette definitely had better control of her inner muscles.....and Grant was sure he'd have cum at least twice in her by now. Then again, wouldn't that be defeating the purpose?

He watched with a soft smile as the waitress tongued his pet deeply, making her arch and writhe.....the sultry brunette not hesitating to grind down on her new lover's face in appreciation.

"I just planted that in her, Caitlin.....and you're eating it all....."

He would have chuckled if he were still able to. Instead, Grant moaned softly, feeling his charge tip over into a new and fresh climax.....vibrating and spasming all around him again even as he gave her inner gates another firm thump. Her responses to those deep strikes may have been the most exciting thing about this whole fuck......

Mirshann glanced up from her position above his pistoning fuckmeat, grinning mischievously. Grant watched as she reached for him....past his turgid lunges to firmly cup his balls in her hand, kneading them gently. It was impossible to stifle the moan that came as he shuddered strongly.....this was getting to be just too much.....how many times had Caitlin cum now anyway? He had been more fixated on fighting his own rising need than keeping score.

"Naughty Mirshann....."

And yet his voice held no scolding, no displeasure at all.....just wistful need.....a need to release and soon.

"Oh god.....you want me to make her a mother too......"

Grant shivered at the thought. He might never see this woman again. Yet another deep stroke ended in a fateful bump as he bottomed out inside her.

"Caitlin.....oh Caitlin....."

He moaned her name.....Mirshann's caress never letting up, gently rolling him within her palms....it was so arousing it was painful. His voice was dripping with desire, husky, barely more than a breathy whisper or the lowest of moans.

"Caitlin.....it's time.....I'm going to cum.....a stranger's about to cum inside you."
 
The little , petite blonde waitress truely had no idea what was really happening to her and inside her. All she knew was she wanted to cum, over and over again. She wanted to fuck, over and over again. Unlike Mirshann, whose soul object of desire and obsession was Grant, Caitlin just wanted sex, no matter where, no matter from whom. She was not bound to anyone. But, that didn't mean she didn't lust for Grant, because she surely did.

"Caitlin.....oh Caitlin....."

He moaned her name.....Mirshann's caress never letting up, gently rolling him within her palms....it was so arousing it was painful. His voice was dripping with desire, husky, barely more than a breathy whisper or the lowest of moans.

"Caitlin.....it's time.....I'm going to cum.....a stranger's about to cum inside you."

Mirshann's deep seated lust, at the moment was as dark and evil as Grant's. She never stopped caressing, massaging, cupping his balls, she feeling them spasm as they sent his seed racing into the thickness of his shaft, and then jetting out, his cock convulsing, to fill, flood, the writhing blonde. The Angel pulled her hand back then and let Grant go, as she watched. It was almost as if she could feel him cumming hard, fast, deep, inside her.

Caitlin had dropped her head to the bedding, gasping, moaning, crying out, her fingers digging into Mirshann's hips above her as she came right along with Grant. It felt endless to her, the waves racing over her body, nerve ending exploding, tingling, heated, as if she had been set on fire. She could feel every splash of his spend coating her, filling her, so much more than Josh, or any of the other guys she had banged in the past. Nothing had ever felt like this. Sex had never felt this good, this intense, this wanton, this obscene. And she wanted more, and more.

The Angel, actually did not orgasm this time. Her body was exhausted, not to say she would not beg for more, she would have. But the body she was graced with had been through alot, and was going thru more, deep inside. She was more than sure that his command to conceive, that Suziel's curse to be fertile, had, well, taken hold. It was not something she wanted to think about, so forced that thought out of her head for now, and let herself concentrate on Caitlin's cries, and Grants groans of pleasure, even as she moved from over the waitress, so that Grant could enjoy watching the little blonde twist and squirm because of him.

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Mike Shea had just cum, in his hand, again, for what felt like the hundredth time. That girl was amazing, as was the blonde. Now, he wanted both of them. He still could not figure out that kid. But that mattered not.

He wanted both girls, or at least one of them. Of course it was the dark haired one he really desired. Already he could picture her, riding his cock, screaming for him, cumming for him, over and over again, and just that image made him hard again. How many times was that now?

Another note was penned... and would be sent when they were through...

I offer $500,000 for BOTH girls. If not, $350,000 for the dark haired beauty, $150,000 for the blonde.

Mike Shea
 
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"You're lucky prostitution is legal in this city."

Mike Shea settled back into his high backed leather office chair. He had been lucky, had gotten one of his girls to clean him off from his rather sordid activities while watching that nerd kid. Though talented, the bitch had barely completed the job and gotten him zipped back up when his messenger backed into his office on the wrong end of a Browning semi-automatic.

Not that he wasn't used to that kind of attention too. Nor was he alone. His bodyguards all reacted with polished smoothness, weapons pulled cleanly from their holsters and aimed directly at the sexy, full bodied redhead that had dared disturb his personal sanctuary.

"PUT THE GUNS DOWN NOW!"

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting.....but it certainly hadn't been men....and ok....women too.....in military fatigues.....flooding his inner office. And while his men looked plenty tough with their size and the cool handling of their own handguns......it made for a pretty pitiful assembly when compared to the body armor, the assault rifles and the occasional openly wore grenade of the United States Army.

It hadn't taken long to disarm them. And now their head officer was pacing in front of him, glancing every so often at the screen he had been watching and the three naked figures that even now struggled to regain their composure. Mike had other things to watch.....up close things.....that bounced and giggled their firmness prominently within the tight confines of her battle fatigues.

"The situation has been contained, Colonel."

The redhead nodded....her short cropped hair hidden once again as she donned a brimmed cap.

"Sorry for this intrusion, Mr. Shea. But I needed it known and known quick that I have business with the young man on the video, and I'd appreciate it if your dick didn't get in the way."

She could feel his eyes on her, sliding along her toned thighs. She knew how her gear made her look, hell....the men on base stared at her whether or not she was all dressed up to literally kill. She was used to it, though the attention did not go entirely unappreciated. It was always nice to know you still had it.....enough to get the owner of a strip club to take notice.

"What is this, Colonel? Why are you here? Have I not fully satisfied your men each and every time they come here?"

That brought a wide smile to her full lips. She knew full well that many of her subordinates came to places like this, wondered how many of them thought of her as they ended up devoting their time to Shea's girls instead.

"Let me check. Jackson!"

A rather redneck looking soldier stiffened at attention immediately, "Ma'am!"

"Did you or did you not enjoy the blowjob that Cheron gave you last month?!"

The sandy haired kid blushed furiously, his mouth opening and closing for a moment before remembering his place.

"Yes....yes ma'am! She was.....very talented, ma'am!"

"As you can see, Mr. Shea....my men are quite happy, and I assure you that they're most appreciative of the services you provide as well."

He barely heard her, as enrapt as he was trying to envision the body those fatigues were only barely hiding. He could almost see her up on a pole trying to hold his attention too. Granted she had his attention now.....but not in the way he would have liked.

"However, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take that man in for questioning.....and his two whores too."

"They're not mine."

Those sexy lips of hers frowned for the first time. God how he wouldn't mind seeing them around his cock just once.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, they're not mine. So if they're whores, they don't belong to me. They don't work here, and they both arrived with that kid. The brunette bitch did a bang up job on my stage that put most of my dancers to absolute shame and gave every dick in the place a raging hardon. I've offered to employ her...."

The missive he wrote was waved around loosely in the air, the sexy Colonel's frown deepening.

"This....is not a letter of employment."

The strip club owner shrugged, calmly running a hand through his salt and pepper hair as his own oily grin returned.

"Can't blame a guy for trying to buy a night of enjoyment. That's what this city runs on after all."

A soft snort, and the risque little smile was back on her face.

"Either way, we'll be taking them. He might have said something to either of them. They'll need to be questioned. It's been very nice finally making your acquaintance, Mr. Shea."

Olive colored eyes dropped lower to the bulge he only barely concealed within his pants. Her tongue clicked softly.....reproachfully.....

"Though I have to say, I expected you to be......bigger in real life."

They filed out the door one at a time, their guns having long since been lowered at her order. The owner growled his frustration as his inner doors closed behind her, her deliciously swaying ass finally disappearing from view.

"Bitch."
 
Both girls were exhausted. Mirshann, panting, head down, on the edge of the bed. Her legs were still forced apart and bound by the spreader bar, but she could sit quite comfortably where she was. She was trembling, and needless to say, she was spent and sore.

The little blonde waitress was actually worse off. She had never been fucked like this before, ever. She had never cum like she had, ever. And she was utterly and completely exhausted. She was gasping for breath, her skin flush and wet with heat. She was shaking, almost violently and she was still spilling out cum, hers, and his, from her freshly fucked cunt.

"Ohhh God" she moaned.

"God has nothing to do with this" Mirshann quipped back without thinking. Well, it was true, right?

Back in the office of Mike Shea, the monitor in the room with the 3 of them suddenly clicked off, going to a black screen.

Down in the room, all 3 heard the lock click, and the door open.

"There are people here to see you 3, so get your asses dressed and your stories straight, and HURRY" the door shut once again.

Mirshann looked at Grant. Early on, he had mumbled something about jumping in bed if people came looking for him, something about investigating the UFO in the desert. She remembered Stan sending the link to the news story.

SHIT.. she was that UFO..

Mirshann looked at Grant, racking her brain for his last name...

"Please favor your pet with your name?"
"Grant. Grant Levinson."

That's right, she had begged to know and he had told her, back at his place in the desert...

It was then that the door burst open once again.
 
"Well, well, well......I see you've been keeping busy lately, Grant."

It was bad enough that he'd almost gotten whiplash as the door was practically kicked in only just over a minute before they were warned to start getting dressed again and that they had company. That was something poor Caitlin seemed completely incapable of doing as she lie there dripping and sighing happily in her sizable afterglow.

"Amy."

The proud colonel's face was contorted in a look of disdain as she gazed at the two nude women in the room. There was a reason she had entered alone and not brought her men, or even the sergeant with her. There was something dangerously alluring about this brunette that Grant had been banging. She couldn't trust her men to keep protocol should the bitch set her sights on any of them.

"Really? You've sunk so low as to start hiring whores? This is why I stopped dating you, you little shit. Get your pants on, we're leaving."

It still wasn't really sinking in with Caitlin, though the blonde author didn't really like the look of trouble he saw on Mirshann's face as his pet openly returned the same glare she received.

"They're not whores."

That brought about a soft, yet very unladylike snort, and a wicked twist of her full lips.

"Yeah right, I forgot, you don't have any money to be buying nice things like that. Oh well, we'll get this all sorted out back on the base. I have a nice comfortable armored personnel carrier in front with three empty seats. I suggest you all come along quietly.....and for god's sake, girl.....stop that fucking moaning. He couldn't have been THAT good."

She wasn't going anywhere. She'd seen them all naked by now anyway, first on Shea's hidden camera screen......and now up close and personal. What did she care if they were pissed at her for not giving privacy to dress? It was more important that none of them escape.

"The General wants to ask you a few questions, Grant. Seems you were poking around in the desert a few days ago regarding a local meteor strike. Sat com photos also show that you were seen leaving the crater with this girl."

A thin finger pointed directly at Mirshann, the colonel's distrust and continued disdain seeming to travel along its slender length to hurl itself at the dark haired wench.

"So we'll be needing her for questioning too. Of course.....this little cutie you seem to have worn out....."

She gestured to the struggling Caitlin, sweat covered and dripping......she didn't miss how completely exhausted the girl seemed to be, nor how well fucked either....judging from how much seemed to be spilling from her shamelessly. And that was just it....shamelessly....as if the girl didn't have a care in the world that her sodden cunt was dripping Grant's cum all over everything.

"You might have told her something. So of course, we'll be taking her in as well. We've already run a full background check on her, her parents, did you know her uncle is a Marine? I wonder what he'll think of the guy who did such terrible lewd things to his pretty little niece. Or her boyfriend either for that matter......did you know she's been dating the same guy for the last four years? Wonder how she ended up in bed with you? Think we'll do a full blood test and check for narcotics in her system. There might be some federal charges here."

The more she thought about it, the happier she became......gloating as she watched them dress.

It was going to be a fun evening.
 
Leaving...

Questioning...

Military.. Mirshann knew what the Military was, and what they were capable of. She had observed the mortals on this earth from her place in the heavens for decades, actually closer to a century for her. Sure, she was fascinated with some of the nuances of their lives, the lights and splendor of Vegas being one. Up close and personal, it looked and felt so much different.

But military and war, she had seen plenty of that.

When Amy had glared at her, she met that stare right back.

Leaving...

Questioning...

"The General wants to ask you a few questions, Grant. Seems you were poking around in the desert a few days ago regarding a local meteor strike. Sat com photos also show that you were seen leaving the crater with this girl."

She was going to separate them. Separate them for questioning. Mirshann went cold. No, she could not let that happen. What if, what if they hurt him? What if they tried to hurt him to get the answers they were looking for?

A thin finger pointed directly at Mirshann, the colonel's distrust and continued disdain seeming to travel along its slender length to hurl itself at the dark haired wench.

"So we'll be needing her for questioning too. Of course.....this little cutie you seem to have worn out....."

Caitlin let out a low moan at right that moment. It was the perfect moment. The Angel turned toward the still trembling girl. She was thankful that, moments before the door had burst open, Grant had the presence of mind to release her from the spreader bar that had been holding her legs open, but he had not had the chance to free Caitlin from her cuffs on the bed. The petite girl let out another low groan as she pulled at the cuffs.

Mirshann reached across the bed, freeing the blonde. She turned, canting her head ever so slightly at the Woman.. Amy. She was still naked and slowly, ever so slowly, she began approaching the woman. A lock of her ebon black hair fell forward to curl over her eyes, she lightly shaking her head and tossing it back.

"she needs water" the words were soft, almost whispered, intimate.

"she needs water" again... as she stepped closer. Amy seemed a bit perplexed at what the girl was doing.

Mirshann's own natural seduction began to come into play. She had lured the demon the same way. It had been the cause of her downfall, yet now, as she stepped closer and closer to the Woman, it seemed to keep her rooted in place. "she just needs some water, moisture, wetness, it is good to be wet, slick, slippery, to feel one's fingers glide along skin." just a little closer. Mirshann reached out, "she just needs water" and gently touched 2 fingers to the woman's forhead. "Sleep" the word slipped past her lips as the Woman crumpled to the ground.

Mirshann stepped back, looking at Grant.

"Can we go now... Master?" she asked....
 
"She needs water."

Too close. Step back.

And yet Amy's feet remained rooted where they were, her eyes dipping slowly to run across the svelte frame of the still naked brunette. While Grant had hopped to it at her order, the blonde on the bed still remained far too out of it to be hurried into clothing....and this one....was.....resisting?

"She needs water."

Gun. Shoot her. Move dammit!

"She just needs some water, moisture, wetness, it is good to be wet, slick, slippery, to feel one's fingers glide along skin."

And yet her mouth was as dry as her pussy seemed to be wet watching those slender hips sashay ever closer, the girl's arms pressed together just enough to enhance what little cleavage she had to give Amy a full view of her perky little breasts. She should have laughed, normally would have, flaunting those things to a woman who's tits were full grown and out ranked her tiny little things hands down. So why was she suddenly quiet instead of making a snide comment.....

It's her eyes.....

Again the thought rose unbidden in her mind as her gaze rose upward from the taut belly of the girl and her moist, inviting looking cunt. She could see the moisture upon her innermost thighs, and her own body reacted in kind. Amy remained frozen, her eyes widening slightly as this strange woman reached for her slowly.....

Yes.....touch me......no.....

Her thoughts became more erratic, more confused as Mirshann drew ever closer, fingertips brushing against her brow.

When have I ever wanted a woman to touch me? Is this who I really am? No. She's doing something.....she has to be doing.....

"Sleep."

Pretty emerald eyes rolled softly back into the redhead's skull as she wavered slightly, rocking back and forth on her feet.....before collapsing in a pile on the floor. The rhythmic sound of her breathing was deep and relaxed, as if the woman hadn't slept in days......

"Can we go now... Master?"

Grant looked on in horror as Amy slept peacefully on the ground, before finally turning to at least acknowledge that he had heard Mirshann by facing her directly.

"What....the hell....just happened? What did you do?"

Caitlin simply cooed happily in the background, her slim fingers sliding over her glistening cunt to play with juices that dripped out of her flooded pussy. It was clear then that she hadn't heard anything that had happened up to this point......and that too wasn't normal.....was it?

It was enough to take his attention off of Mirshann for a moment though as he regarded her. No matter how he looked at it, bringing her with was going to be a hassle.

"And just how do you plan on leaving? She's a ranking Army official! The odds of her coming alone are slim to none. That means she's got friends. Friends with really big guns. And they're going to want to know what happened in here and why Amy's snoring on the floor right now."

Snoring was a pretty harsh word seeing as how the Colonel's slumber was next to silent.....

He wasn't mad at her, not by any means. But panic was starting to set in now that his lust had been sated. And what was up with Caitlin anyway, just lying there in the middle of all this as if she did give two bits of shit about what was going on. Hadn't her afterglow worn off by now? There was no way he was that good. Still...she'd been a great fuck. Too bad he had nothing left for Amy.....if he had fucked her now....at least he could have died happy.

"Unless you have a better idea, I suggest you wake her up. We'll.....we'll go willingly, as long as none of us are hurt. I really....really....don't want to see either of you hurt. Something's wrong with Caitlin too, perhaps they'll have a doctor on the base."
 
"What....the hell....just happened? What did you do?"

Mirshann lowered her head, almost as of ashamed.

"She's just sleeping. I did not hurt her. She will wake up, but not for 12 or more hours"

Maybe she should not have done that. He would want an explanation. She had gotten away with not having to explain Caitlin's condition to him, but this, this would not slide by as easily. Not at all.

Speaking of Caitlin, the girl was cooing on the bed. She had been free'd of the cuffs, but made no move to get up. It was as if she were drunk, and in a way she was. She had cum like she never had, and tasted the sweetness of an angel. Grant was different, she was bound to him and he was a male, her honey did not effect him the same. But a female, she was lost in the sensuous pleasure that Mirshann had graced her with, and would not be coming down from that high for a long time. And her own sensitivity had grown. Caitlin's sex life would much improve now, but never would she feel the heights she had gained with Grant and Mirshann, and more than likely she would spend a lifetime searching for just that. The Angel felt a little bad for the girl, but the damage was done.

"And just how do you plan on leaving? She's a ranking Army official! The odds of her coming alone are slim to none. That means she's got friends. Friends with really big guns. And they're going to want to know what happened in here and why Amy's snoring on the floor right now."

"She came alone. Where are the others? None have barged in. Could we not slip out?" Mirshann had donned her barely there, black mesh dress while she spoke to Grant.

Would any even know it was them once they were out in the crowd?

"Unless you have a better idea, I suggest you wake her up. We'll.....we'll go willingly, as long as none of us are hurt. I really....really....don't want to see either of you hurt. Something's wrong with Caitlin too, perhaps they'll have a doctor on the base."

He... suggested.... he did not command.

"no"

Mirshann looked him square in the eyes.

"They will seperate us... I can not be away from you Master. Leave Caitlin, she is innocent, they will know that. We can sneak out, once in with the others, will they even know us? Who else saw us other than her? Please, Master, can we not just go home? Please?" the Angel was shaking, as she begged. "ppplease"....
 
"Just sleeping....."

It sounded hollow, almost dumb, repeated from Grant's lips as the words were. She hadn't answered his question, and yet, he got the distinct feeling that now was not the time to push his luck with her. For a moment, he glanced down at the peacefully slumbering Colonel....watching her full chest rising and falling with each breath....

"She came alone. Where are the others? None have barged in. Could we not slip out?"

Damn, she looked sexy in that black ensemble. For a split second, he thought he might actually get hard again.....but then reality set in the way it always does. Grant risked another glance at the oblivious waitress......were they really going to abandon her?

"Where do you suggest we go? She knows where I live. I used to....date her.....a couple years back."

Still.....his cabin was familiar ground.....this....this was not. And he was nervous enough now that he could almost taste the bile as his stomach roiled from within.

"Fine. We try and....and walk out of here. This is fucking crazy.....but we'll try it your way. I'm just not sure how far we'll get."

He scrambled into his own clothes. Caitlin's soft cooing was getting less and less erotic and more disturbing considering the situation they were in. Finally....the double doors cracked open at his touch.

Empty hallway. He had been expecting guns, armed men and women. Had Amy really come alone?

"This way!"

Grant about fainted right into Mirshann he was startled so badly. It took a moment to realize the voice was familiar.....as was the face once he could focus on it past his pounding heart.

"The Army has the front doors blocked, but there's a maintenance door the dancers use when they want to go out for a smoke between dances."

It was the waitress.....wait, wasn't she supposed to be with Stan? Come to think of it.....

"Stan...."

The curly haired blonde turned and gave him a little wink.

"Your friend got a little extra service tonight. Its not often a stud punches the lights out of a militiaman for getting fresh with me. Don't worry, he's taken care of.....these guys pissed off Mr. Shea somehow......so I think its best that the two of you just sneak out, you got me?"

Grant nodded dumbly. Sooner or later, this whole scenario was going to catch up to him in his own mind.
 
Just sleeping...

Mirshann could have killed her. All she would have had to have done was say "die" when she touched her. It was that simple. But she had not. She was not a killer. She was not a demon. She was an angel. A Fallen Angel, but still an angel. She would only do what she had to, to keep Grant safe, and herself. And, to keep them together.

"Fine. We try and....and walk out of here. This is fucking crazy.....but we'll try it your way. I'm just not sure how far we'll get."

He was agitated, angry? Upset? Scared? She could not quite read his emotions other than the fact that this had shocked the hell out of him. Mirshann was scared too, but not of the army. Her fear was simple. Being separated from him. That was her greatest fear.

With a glance back to the still lightly purring Caitlin, they opened the door.

The hall was strangely quiet, and empty. The woman had kept her male counterparts far away from the angel, or so it seemed. They both could hear a commotion downstairs in the main rooms of the strip club, shouting? Loud music was still playing, but the voices were definitely angry, confrontational.

"This way!"

The voice startled her as well, not as badly as Grant, who damn near fell into her at the sound. It was the angel who whispered "shhhhh" to him, laying her hand on his arm, trying to calm him down... the word was soft, whispered, "calm"......

It did not have that same instant effect that sleep had on Amy. But she could feel the sensation pass from her fingers, resting on his arm, into the muscle, the flesh, into him. A warming, a calming. She did not want him catatonic, she merely wanted the panic, the fear, to wane a bit, so that he could think clearly.

"The Army has the front doors blocked, but there's a maintenance door the dancers use when they want to go out for a smoke between dances."

It was the waitress.....wait, wasn't she supposed to be with Stan? Come to think of it.....

"Stan...."

"Your friend got a little extra service tonight. Its not often a stud punches the lights out of a militiaman for getting fresh with me. Don't worry, he's taken care of.....these guys pissed off Mr. Shea somehow......so I think its best that the two of you just sneak out, you got me?"

It was Mirshann that nodded, a smile given to the girl. She grabbed Grant's hand then, and pulled him along toward where the girl had pointed. The door was around the corner, down the stairs, accessable from both levels.

They were outside a moment later. It was quiet back here. All the commotion was at the front of the building. They had not even considered a maintenance door, apparently. Poor thinking on their part. But they probably hadn't thought that some kid and his girl were going to go running for a maintenance door.

Mirshann, still in the lead, peeked around the corner. The army were letting people out, slowly. They were not screening. As far as they knew, the ones they "wanted" were still upstairs with their Colonel.. the still sleeping Amy. It would not take them too long to figure out something was wrong. A few minutes, maybe upwards of an hour, by then they would be suspicious and would be checking on them, only to find the Colonel blissfully snoozing on the floor, with no real memory of what happened to put her there.

The jeep was half a parking lot away. But... the good thing was, some of the patrons had parked close to that very corner of the building she was now peeking around. They just needed to mingle. Mirshann surmised that the Army guys had no clue what they looked like. The Colonel had that all handled. They needn't worry.

It was easy for Mirshann and Grant, she still leading him, to mix in with a small group of patrons on their way to their car. "Hey, aren't you one of the dancers?" "Shhhhh" Mirshann implored, she touching the stranger on the shoulder as he passed "forget".... The kid blinked, what was he just saying? And how had he ended up here, in the parking lot of a strip club? His buddies.. well they just thought he had a wee bit too much to drink.

Mirshann lead Grant unerringly to the jeep, without notice. They simply blended with the others leaving the now closed club. There was a note on the dash...

G...

Dee loaned me her car. Am safe.

Meet at the usual spot, usual day and time.

S

Mirshann had no idea what that meant, but she figured Grant would.

"Let's go" she purred in his ear as he started the engine.
 
Events were spiralling out of control. The last thing he had thought would happen during a fun evening on the town.....would be the two of them going on the run from the US Army.

Still, they had mingled in the crowd well enough, Mirshann's touch on him having a calming effect. That was right....he wasn't in this alone.....he still had her. He had questions for her.....but for right now......just having her close was all he needed.

He felt bad for leaving Caitlin behind. But not even Grant had seen anything like the mental state the poor waitress was in after the sound fucking she'd received from the two of them.

And then there was Amy......perhaps the fucking hadn't been what had unhinged Caitlin.....

He was so caught up in his own thoughts, Grant never noticed Mirshann issue a soft command to the one youth who had recognized her from her earlier striptease. Hell, he barely noticed when her hand guided his towards the door of his own Jeep.

The ignition turned easily enough.....and they were off, leaving this whole fiasco behind them. The young author frowned softly. If Amy and the Army were involved, it wouldn't take much to find them at his cabin. At least there though, there would be no innocent bystanders caught up in any mess. He could only imagine how bad it could be.....

"You put her to sleep with a command. Have you always been able to do that? I thought you were some party girl who ended up on the wrong side of a college hazing when I found you in the desert.....but you're not are you?"

He was more than happy to speed in silence back to his cabin. With any luck, it would take their pursuers a bit to figure out where they had gone. With any luck.....that time might provide some answers.
 
"You put her to sleep with a command. Have you always been able to do that? I thought you were some party girl who ended up on the wrong side of a college hazing when I found you in the desert.....but you're not are you?"

She had hoped he would just let it slide. She had hoped that. But she always knew she would have to tell him more, just not so soon. But things certainly had not been quiet since he had found her out in the desert, in that crater, cast out by the angels above.

The jeep was speeding down the highway now. It was more than obvious that Grant was scared. She was too.

Mirshann did not want to answer him. Not while he was driving. Not while he was so upset and scared. He did not demand an answer, yet. But the words "yes" and then "no" slipped out to both questions, not that he heard it, thank goodness. He was too busy driving like a crazy man to get away from the strip club.

"They are not following" this time Mirshann leaned in to whisper the words in his ear, her breath warm, moist, the curve of her breasts brushing along his arm. She wanted him to calm down, but dared not try that command again. If he got too calm, he'd be a blithering fool like Caitlin was and that was the last thing either of them wanted or needed.

They got back to the Grant's place without incident. Mirshann was not sure if she was relieved or actively scared. Afraid of the questions, and of her being forced to answer. She could lie all she wanted to anyone else. Avoid their questions. Go silent. But not his. His, she had to answer, truthfully. If she could have left then, she would have. To spare him, to even spare herself. But she could not. Even if he commanded her too, she could not be away from him. Again, just the thought brought on that intense, searing pain that tore at her soul.

Once inside, Mirshann stayed silent, watching his pacing. She was curled up on the couch, trembling as she followed his back and forth motion.
 
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He was strung tight the whole drive home. Not even a constant, fanatical drive to keep the Jeep between the racing lines of the road was enough to completely take his mind off all he had witnessed.

A part of him....the newer, darker part of him he hadn't fully come to terms with yet, wondered just how genuine Amy's sleep could have been. Could he have undressed her there? That part of him smiled wickedly as he imagined her own troops finding her there.....naked and asleep.....and in the arms of Caitlin?

The other part was horribly paranoid, constantly checking his rear view mirror, a sense of dread engulfing him every time he saw a vehicle there.

"They are not following."

That only made him marginally better. Frankly, he couldn't get home quickly enough though he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do once they got there.

Switching from the highway to the gravel road that led to his cabin gave no relief, but then again, neither did her silence for most of the trip. Though Mirshann's closeness was somewhat comforting. He could feel her pressed tightly against him the whole ride, and for once she wasn't doing it to get a sexual rise out of him.

They had been driving for hours with no incident when the cabin finally came into view. The soft sigh he let go then hinted at his stress level letting up just a little with the familiar territory so close at hand.

Grant pulled the vehicle up to the front and threw it in park, sagging softly against the steering wheel.

"What are we going to do, Mirshann?"

The driver side door opened at his his insistance, and from the sound behind him, she was following. Not that there was much for her to look at once they were inside and he was pacing laps around his living room floor. It was as if he was just waiting....waiting for that knock on the door that they both knew was coming.

"Just why would the Army have an interest in you? I'm sure they have Caitlin in custody by now, not like she can tell them anything other than what an incredibly great fuck we are, but still."

He turned to look at her for the first time, sighing softly, trying his best to keep his badly jangled nerves in check.

"Perhaps you should just tell me what you were doing out there in the desert to begin with."
 
"Perhaps you should just tell me what you were doing out there in the desert to begin with."

Mirshann stayed silent for a good period of time after that question came tumbling out of his mouth. She had to answer. That she knew. And she could not lie to him, that she knew too. The Angel got to her feet then, and turned her back on Grant, stepping to the sliding glass doors that lead out to the deck, she staring out into the darkness. When was sunrise? Was it soon? Not that it mattered, but she could not help but wonder.

"I was.... " she paused... taking a deep breath.. "I was left there. Abandoned. It was my punishment. To be left there to be found by another. That other, turned out to be you" ... she turned and looked at him. He was staring back at her, obviously confused.

Mirshann approached him then, but not on her feet, instead, she got to her hands and knees, in complete supplication, submission, and crawled to him. She was not trying to be alluring, sexual, feline, even tho all those things were dripping from her as she moved, undulated, prowled across the floor, that barely there black mesh dress slipping sensuously along her frame as she moved.

She knelt before him, head down. It was more than obvious by her shaking body that she was trembling as she knelt there at his feet.

"I was cast away. Thrown away. Left. Abandoned. Alone. It was my punishment for seeking pleasure with one I should not have. I was left to be found by another, bound to another, and that "other" is you."

She went silent. She answered his question, right? He wanted to know what she was doing in the desert, she told him. She had been abandoned there. She had been thrown away, by the angels, yes, but thrown away none the less. What she answered was true, she was thrown out of the heavens, abandoned in the land of mortals, left to be found by another, and she was.
 
Left. Alone. Abandoned. Cast off.

Grant didn't like any of those words. Liked them less coming out of her mouth. Yet he was still too naive to understand her true meaning behind them. Sighing softly, he ran a nervous hand through his sandy blonde locks again, turning back to look at her. God damn that dress looked hot on her.....and there were the others they had left in the Jeep.....

"How long have you been a....slave girl? I'm assuming it was your past Master who dumped you out there. For fucking another guy? Yeah, I could see how that would deserve punishment....but that seems a little much. Dude must have been a real asshole."

Left to find another.....and he just happened to be the one that came along. Still....he felt a lot less happy knowing that he had just been the next best thing, had probably caught the poor girl on some form of rebound. For a moment, Grant wondered just how much of Mirshann was genuine.....especially her feelings towards him. Did she have feelings? Or was he just the fill in for her previous Master?

His mind silently churned through the events of the last few days. Would she really have done some of the things she had done if there was nothing there? Was she really such a puppet that she'd just do something unthinkingly for him just because he demanded it? Strangely.....he felt the answer was no.....at least that was what he wanted to believe.

"Do I.....make you happy?"

He didn't want to know about her past Master. Even though he probably had something to do with the Army trying to recover her. That was it....probably some rich fuck that Amy was banging who called in a favor to get his favorite toy back after he'd ditched her in the desert. He didn't want to know who this asshole was.....but he did want to know if she felt she was better kept at his side......

"I never asked you to serve me."

He gazed carefully at her as he spoke. He certainly didn't want her to think that in doing so, she had displeased him. Quite the contrary in fact, thanks to her, he was exploring places of his sexuality he didn't know existed. He felt empowered for perhaps the first time in his life. He'd silenced Stan's taunts in a single night just from the very first look at her. He finally had something that everyone else wanted.....but was just his.

"Are you happy doing so? I could.....return you to your Master if that's what you want."

He had a feeling he knew the answer already. Who would want to return to some loser that ditches them naked in the middle of the desert? At least he had clothed her......as much as he enjoyed seeing her naked. And then there were the last words he had spoken to her during their tryst back at the club. He'd been cumming inside her almost constantly since her arrival......there had to be at least some chance she was pregnant.....and he was undoubtedly the man responsible.

Grant sighed audibly.....so much to think about....

"And what do you mean you're bound to me? I don't remember doing anything to bind you. It was your choice to serve me, wasn't it?"
 
"How long have you been a....slave girl? I'm assuming it was your past Master who dumped you out there. For fucking another guy? Yeah, I could see how that would deserve punishment....but that seems a little much. Dude must have been a real asshole."

Her ... Master... who dumped her out there. The Angel Gabriel was the Leader, the most powerful, the "Master" of the Angels. He was the one that had torn her magnificent pearlescence white wings from her as she cried, begged. He.. was the one that had cast her from the Heavens, that had sent her on her plummet to the earth below. Her punishment for... yes... fucking "another"... that "another" just happened to be a Demon. As for "slave-girl" ... Angels were servants to the Lord, and to Gabriel, the Commander. So, what he said, certainly made sense...

"Ever since I can remember.... Master" That certainly was the truth. Being an "Angel" was all she knew. "And yes, Master, I fucked one I should not have. In anger, and for punishment, I was cast to the desert, cursed, punished, alone... for another to find, and claim me.. as you did, Master."

She was not looking at him now, still kneeling at his feet, her head and eyes down as she answered his question. And she did answer it. She did. If one were to dissect her answer, it was the truth. It really was.

"Do I.....make you happy?"

She had not expected that particular question. Not at all. This curse, this punishment, had nothing to do with her being happy. She lifted her head and eyes to look up at him. He was a sweet kid, well, not a kid, but Mirshann could easily sense his soul, and even tho her own corruption was taking hold and THAT did not make her happy, he was still so much better than others that could have found her. This world housed some truely depraved people, and she knew that. Her life could be a living hell, not that this was perfect, but she knew it could be SO much worse, so very much worse, if another had found her.
And....
Driving down the Vegas strip, fascinating. Modeling dresses, feeling him taste of her, in fact, all the times he had taken her....

"yes... Master..." again, that was an honest answer.

"I never asked you to serve me."

"Are you happy doing so? I could.....return you to your Master if that's what you want."

Her eyes went wide and she actually kneeled upwards to wrap herself around his thighs, her head coming to rest above his groin, just under his belly.

"No.. NO Master.. NO.. I can not go back. I want, I need to stay with YOU Master.. with You.. I need to serve YOU, submit to You, I am bound to YOU Master and only You. No other can own me anymore. Master. Please... please do not cast me aside to. PPPPPlease...."

"And what do you mean you're bound to me? I don't remember doing anything to bind you. It was your choice to serve me, wasn't it?"

That question rocked the Angel back on her heels, her breath catching.

"MMMaster".... she hesitated. To even try and lie, the words would not even come, the curse demanding that she answer his question, and not lie. To lie would be to not obey... and she had to obey, she had no choice...

Her voice was soft, trembling.. she swallowing hard before speaking again, her voice just barely above a whisper.

"I was to serve the one who found me, Master, I was given no choice in that. I am bound to the one who first approaches me, touches me. And that, was you... Master"

She was staring at him, seeing the utter confusion in his eyes.

"But... I am glad it was you... Master... Grant... I am so glad it was you, please know that Master, please"
 
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Grant sighed softly.....his mind still in turmoil, yet with every question she answered, it at least seemed to become more of a turmoil with a purpose.

She was happy. She wasn't going to leave him with this steaming pile of shit, whatever the hell it was.....in fact, the one time she had dared to raise her head at gaze upon him, it was to beg him.....beg HIM.....to not return her to her old Master.

"He must have been really terrible.....for you to have a reaction like that."

"I was to serve the one who found me, Master, I was given no choice in that. I am bound to the one who first approaches me, touches me. And that, was you... Master."

"Bound."

The word was flat, perfunct, with no emotion what so ever.

"You act as if you didn't have a choice? Was this destined for you by your past master? That because you're not good enough for him, you had to serve the next thing that came along? Do you know how many douchebags are here in Nevada? This close to Vegas? Did HE know? You're lucky I came along when I did.....you shouldn't have to serve someone because your old Master told you that you had to."

In truth....he didn't like the idea at all. It wounded his pride deeply. So much for thinking he actually had developed a connection, strange and mysterious as it was, with an attractive woman. No....he was still the bookish geek he had always been, and she.....she had simply came on to him because she was ordered to. Served him even now.....because someone else willed it.

"So what happens when this jackass finds out you're happy and comes to take you back? Is that it for us then?"

He hated asking the question, but considering that the Army was already trying to get their hands on her.....it probably had something to do with this guy. Having seemingly just stumbled onto something much more risque than what he had initially thought.....Grant had to know what he was in for......
 
"You act as if you didn't have a choice? Was this destined for you by your past master? That because you're not good enough for him, you had to serve the next thing that came along? Do you know how many douchebags are here in Nevada? This close to Vegas? Did HE know? You're lucky I came along when I did.....you shouldn't have to serve someone because your old Master told you that you had to."

"So what happens when this jackass finds out you're happy and comes to take you back? Is that it for us then?"

"You.... you don't understand... Master..." She was clinging to him, and trembling.

"It can never be... it... for us... " she whispered. "Never." ... How did she explain and not come off sounding like a complete nut? Or.. did she just tell him the truth. He deserved that, didn't he? Lying would only complicate things with the ones who now, for some strange reason, sought her out. How would she get around the fact that she had no last name, no record anywhere, of her existance. If she told him the truth, maybe they could tell the military something that made sense.. Maybe?

"Master..." her voice was wavering, soft, barely audible... "I... I am an Angel. I was cast down from the heavens by the Angel Gabriel, who could be considered my former Master. I am cursed, punished for seeking the pleasures of the flesh. I was cast to the world of mortals because of what I did, and my punishment included being bound to.. completely, totally, soul to soul, to the one who found me first, who touched me. I am to serve him, as his possession, his property, his slave, for eternity. That person is you, Master... Grant. You found me, you touched me, I am bound to you. To be apart from you, would be hell for me, Master. You, would feel nothing, I would suffer only the most agonizing, excrutiating pain.. Master. I would be torn apart. I know you think I am crazy Master, but if you look, upon my back, you will see the mark I was cursed with, and the blackened wings of corruption that I now bare. I will allow these to be visible to you Master, otherwise, no other can see them...."

"You found me after I was thrown down from the heavens and came to rest in the desert. I do not know why Gabriel chose here, I do not know why I came to rest where I did. But I am grateful, grateful that you found me, and not a mortal equal to the demons that rule hell... Master... "

Her head was down, eyes closed. She thought for sure he would think she was a complete crazy. Could she prove what she was? Well, she had the mark upon her back, and the oily black wings that had replaced her beautiful, shimmering white wings. She had limited powers now in this world, tho she had shown a spark of what she could do. She could not control thoughts and she could not even effect a mass of people. But she could, one on one, as she had shown, induce sleep, induce memory loss, induce calm... as well as a myriad of other effect... confusion, anger, sadness, happyness, comatose, and even.. death.. if she had to.

"Just look Master... I will remove my dress for you to see." It was quick, she on her feet, the dress slipped free, leaving her naked before him... she turning... her back adorned with a mark that perhaps could have been tattoo'd upon her, but looking closer, it was not a tatoo, it was seared into her skin, but that was not nearly as shocking as the wings that covered her back, ebon black oily feathers... that he could reach out and touch. Wings that had been broken by Gabriel, but were no less as magnificent in their darkness. The mark of a fallen, blackened wings...

Her Mark:

http://s1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/RainandHeat/Pagan_Tattoo.jpg


and etched beneath:
dos orn flamgra xuil l' chathen d'lil errdegahren d' uoi'nota
<you will burn within the fires of the demons of hell>
 
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"You.... you don't understand... Master..."

Was it his frantic state of stress that was causing her duress, making her tremble so? Or just the thought that he might be displeased with this whole situation.....perhaps even with her?

"It can never be... it... for us...."

Her silken locks tossed slightly as her head gently shook, "Never."

Yet she stilled at his frown, her eyes widening slightly as he gazed down at her. It was gratifying to see her need for him, but the thought that there had been another.....one who had cast her aside for cheating on him.....would Mirshann cheat on him then? Given time would she get bored and fixate on someone else? Just how far could he trust this girl?

"I... I am an Angel. I was cast down from the heavens by the Angel Gabriel, who could be considered my former Master. I am cursed, punished for seeking the pleasures of the flesh. I was cast to the world of mortals because of what I did, and my punishment included being bound to.. completely, totally, soul to soul, to the one who found me first, who touched me. I am to serve him, as his possession, his property, his slave, for eternity. That person is you, Master... Grant. You found me, you touched me, I am bound to you. To be apart from you, would be hell for me, Master. You, would feel nothing, I would suffer only the most agonizing, excrutiating pain.. Master. I would be torn apart. I know you think I am crazy Master, but if you look, upon my back, you will see the mark I was cursed with, and the blackened wings of corruption that I now bare. I will allow these to be visible to you Master, otherwise, no other can see them...."

She obviously expected him to laugh, even flinched slightly as she dared to raise her eyes to his. An angel.....how preposterous. And yet she was his angel, had been the day he had found her......and he knew he felt more for her than just the simple rigors of lust and desire. But that was different, she wasn't claiming to be just someone's dear angel....but the real deal....an Angel.

Grant kept his composure, not even cracking a wistful smile. Before he could, she had offered proof. Proof of what she claimed. If that proof were definitive, it would mean he hadn't fallen for a fruit loop wouldn't it? Wings? Mark? Grant was pretty damn sure he'd spent a good amount of time studying her backside at one point or another....and he had never seen anything of the like.

"Just look Master... I will remove my dress for you to see."

He waited in silence though he didn't wait long. It seemed Mirshann was becoming quite adept at getting out of her clothing for him. Seconds later, and she was standing completely nude before him.....turning almost shyly to present her back to him, demure and contrite.....

Reality itself seemed to shift between them, as the veil dropped from his eyes at her command......

Thick, lustrous feathers, a shimmering onyx that pronounced her as anything but pure. Worse still was the branding across her shapely back, its perfection just an illusion up until now. A symbol he didn't recognize.......and words in a language and script he had no hope of understanding.....

He couldn't help himself.....Grant reached out.....and touched her. Fingers he couldn't keep from trembling sought the softness of her feathers as if expecting the image of them to dispel at his touch.

"My god.....this is real....."

A fingertip traced along one edge of the ornate brand. It wasn't a tattoo....he could actually feel where it had been burned into her, could compare it to the healthy flesh she had just a scant inch away.....

"Who did this to you? Gabriel?

The wings....the wings he could deal with.....though he wasn't stupid. Black wings marked her as more than just an Angel.....she had to be a fallen. And yet wasn't that exactly what she had proclaimed herself to be in so many words? That Gabriel had thrown her out?

"A fallen angel....."

The brand was what horrified him, that someone would go and mar her beauty. Of course, he had no idea just how much they had gone out of their way to do just that.....of what Mirshann had looked like before her fall.

"This is what the Army is after.....why they're after you that is. I don't think they'd know this though. It certainly does explain what you were able to do to Amy.....did you do something to Caitlin too? Quite simply, and while I'm hardly.....experienced or anything......I've never had a woman act quite like that after a good fucking."

He was moving too fast, asking questions he wasn't prepared to ask just yet when he hadn't fully grasped the situation at hand. Slowly he let his hands drift further.....could feel the jagged edges of where her wings had broken......he was uncharacteristally gentle. Silently he drew closer....until he could hear her breath catch at the feeling of his lips against the nape of her neck.....

"Will they heal? I realize you might not reach heaven with them again, but will you be able to fly one day?"

It was a distraction, he simply wanted her to calm down just a little......and wanted to let her know that he really wasn't upset with her.....just.....overwhelmed.
 
"Dos orn flamgra xuil l' chathen d'lil errdegahren d' uoi'nota"

Mirshann whispered the words, low, her voice quivering.

"Dos orn flamgra xuil l' chathen d'lil errdegahren d' uoi'nota"

A deep breath taken, as she translated the words that had been so viciously etched, with fire, into her back.

"You will burn within the fires of the demons of hell"

She paused a moment, so that he would grasp, understand the words.

"When you are gone from my soul, when my soul is ripped from yours, when the bond between us is broken, that is where I will go. Into the fires of hell, to be torn apart by Satan himself, and burn with his demons." The angel was cold to the touch, as she admitted her greatest fear to him. The chill that gripped her was intense, unrelenting, and spilled out over her skin.

His touch along her broken wings was as gentle as a mother's caress of her baby. Tender, exploring, feeling the savage break, her breath catching at the sensation it sent careening thru her, a mingling of stabbing pain, and the most intense warmth of pleasure.

"My god.....this is real....."

"Yes... Master" her head was down as she spoke, not wanting to see the look that perhaps was in his eyes, to afraid to even guess at what he was thinking.

A fingertip traced along one edge of the ornate brand. It wasn't a tattoo....he could actually feel where it had been burned into her, could compare it to the healthy flesh she had just a scant inch away.....

"Who did this to you? Gabriel?

"Not just Gabriel.. Master... I was cursed by 7... Master... My beauty was taken, my purity, blonde hair severed, blue eyes darkened, the life that grew within me, ripped out, my shimmering white wings, seared black, broken. He almost ripped them from me, but left them as a reminder of what I once was, so that I will never forget what I lost. I.... was thrown from the heavens, sent tumbling to earth."

She paused there. Did she admit her curse to him? Did she admit that she was cursed to desire those same pleasures of the flesh that had been the very reason she had been broken as she was, cursed to hunger, to thirst for those desires, only from the one she became bound to. The one who found her who reached out and touched her...cursed to be the whore they all saw her as, cursed to bear his seed, over and over again.....

"A fallen angel....."

"yyyyesss Master" she was near tears...

"This is what the Army is after.....why they're after you that is. I don't think they'd know this though. It certainly does explain what you were able to do to Amy.....did you do something to Caitlin too? Quite simply, and while I'm hardly.....experienced or anything......I've never had a woman act quite like that after a good fucking."

"Only you know what I am now Master. ... Caitlin... I merely gave her a touch of pleasure, her reaction was more than even I anticipated Master. Much more... I do not think her reaction is only because of me, I think, she really enjoyed you Master, for it was you buried inside her, you, that filled her with your seed, your essence. She merely tasted mine" Mirshann knew the curse was effecting him, and in turn had spilled over and into, Caitlin...

The words were hushed, whispered, if he had been 3 feet away, he would not have heard her. But he had moved even closer to her, so close, she could feel the slight wash of his breath along her throat, feel the lightest touch of his fingertips across her blackened wings, learning the feel, finding the texture, the break where Gabriel had so viciously snapped them...

"Will they heal? I realize you might not reach heaven with them again, but will you be able to fly one day?"

"yes... but only short distances, in this air and gravity. The healing tho, will take quite some time."

She had closed her eyes to the feel of his lips along the base of her throat, touching, kissing, the nape of her neck. "MMmmmasterrrr" the word purred from her lips. She needed him, needed him to accept what she had told him. Needed him to still want her. Still want to possess her. Not love her, but possess her.

"pleaseeee" the word, hushed, begging, pleading.. in one lonely word.
 
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"You're mine....."

He was hesitant in accepting. Sure he had told her those words at least a half dozen times by now. None of which did it actually sink in that she actually was.....his. Yet his touch never left her, lingering longer actually than it had before....feeling her react to the contact, desiring more from him without saying a word other than the title she had given him the day she had woken on his couch.

"pleaseeee."

"Please what? Tell me what you want, Mirshann."

He knew what she wanted of course, or suspected at least. Still, he wasn't about to just give in to her. If he was the one really in control here....if what she told him was true....then she had no choice to defer to him.

"You don't love me, do you?"

The thought caromed like a bullet off his skull and exited via his mouth just as quickly. Almost as quickly, he let his hands drift lower down her back, teasing her with just the thought of his palms sliding across her soft, firm ass.....

"You love this.....you have to have this......don't you?"

He gave a pert cheek a little squeeze, knowing when she reacted to him and the sudden attention.

"Is this part of your curse? Or is this what got you cursed to begin with?"

He bent at the knees and she could feel him slip between her tight looking buttocks.....a fingertip tracing down and through.....reaching until he could feel her moist sex dampening the inquisitive digit.

"Do not put your wings away just yet.....if I give you want you want, little pet.....it will be as you are. It seems to me that you might have gotten it in your pretty little head that I'm just going to give you away now that I know how special you are......that your appearance might even frighten me."

His touch left her.....his finger still moist as it settled upon her shoulder....slowly turning her around to face him, but only after long minutes of dropping teasing, burningly light kisses all along her back. For some reason, it amused him.....showing that marking that was supposed to be so evil......affection and tenderness.....as if in doing so, he was making a mockery of it and the ones who put it there.

As she turned, he took a long moment to size her up......

"You are mine?"

He waited for her response, wanting to be sure. A part of him it seemed, had always known this had been more than just a game between them, a suspicion that had deepened with every outrageous thing she had willingly done upon his command. Reaching for her.....thin fingers hooked in the leather of her collar, and he jerked her forward.....his own mouth rushing to cover hers in a fiery embrace of desire......

When he pulled away finally, having had his fill of her eager nature......his smile twisted across his young face.

"Then show me how you satisfy your Master."

He would give her free rein this once. She was his, and she knew it.....but in return.....he would frighten her just a little......ok, perhaps a lot.....

"Please me and I will keep you with me until I die, Mirshann.......fail me, and I will cast you aside. Come, and show me your curse, show me what you do for the one you serve."
 
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