Message-ID: <3802eli$9709062212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Subject: [NEW]"Writer's Block" 1/3 by MC Woodsmoke (mc FFM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Auth: c29a9d54c3544b05c8998411 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5ur009$nh9$1@gte2.gte.net> Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. Mind control is fictional, any attempt to dominate a real person in this manner would be sick and perverted. Remember it's just fiction. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 09/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net COPYRIGHT c 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. TITLE: WRITER'S BLOCK Chapter 1: Character Development (F mast) Ruth was pleased when Dr. Prestor closed the blinds with a [SNAP]. The room was instantly plunged into a warm, dim orange and brown warren. It had a very masculine but cozy feel to it. Ruth felt refreshed, warm and safe as she gazed around the room from where she sat. Dr. Prestor's shadow was barely visible beside the window. She could just see the outline of his brownish hair and tall muscular frame. The bright sunlight that had been flashing in her eyes through the louvered shades had been beguiling and making her sleepy. Now it was just a dull golden glow behind Alan. Ruth had been reading Alan Prestor novels since she was fourteen. All of her girlfriends agreed that they were the best. She loved his work. It was so thoughtful, so exciting. The characters were realistic, engaging and the love scenes were incredibly hot. It didn't matter what the subject matter was. She'd read and enjoyed his Western's "Trail of Shame" and "Soaring the Plains". She'd memorized his Adventure Romance novels of which there were eleven. She and her friends had attended today's book signing, specifically to meet him and get a copy of his fourth Adventure Mystery novel, "The Azure Knight". She had been thrilled and not a little scared when Alan had asked her, in private, to stay after the signing to help him with a problem. He'd said her challenging questions had shown she had a bright inventive mind. He claimed that he was currently suffering a minor case of Writer's Block. He'd actually asked for her help! She had made excuses to Annette and Chrissy about staying in town to meet a friend. She would be able to catch the train back to campus later tonight. The chance to actually see the office where Alan Prestor had written "Last Petal of Love" had convinced her to tell her friends the little white lie. She would tell them all about her adventure tomorrow and they would be so jazzed! When the book signing finished at 3:00 PM, Alan had walked her to a coffee house. She had felt especially privileged as they had sipped coffee and talked. She had enjoyed the covetous glances of other women as they recognized Alan. He had explained that he often did this. When he couldn't seem to advance a plot in a way that satisfied him; he would ask one of his fans, for their ideas, and to act as a sounding board for his ideas. Sometime, he explained, the fans ideas were directly incorporated into the story. He had even included some of his fans names directly into his fiction as a reward of types. Ruth had been thrilled. She was a bit hesitant though, because she found Alan so physically attractive. She feared that her youthful exuberance and naive interest in the man would spoil everything if she wasn't careful. She knew from the tabloids and magazines that she'd read that Alan Prestor was quite the hedonist and ladies man. He was rich, famous, intelligent, witty and pursued by women that made little Ruth Ann Sawyer of Greensboro NC look dowdy and plain. She knew she wasn't ugly. In fact her nineteen year old body had just recently completed its transformation from gawky teenager to a youthful beauty. She kept herself in shape. Her clothes were simple and inexpensive but did nothing to hide her ample curves. She might not be a fashion model or actress but she had been told that her long reddish brown hair and dark blue/green eyes gave her an exotic sexy look. She just hoped that Dr. Prestor didn't think she was being too immature or forward. * It was just so hard to look at that gorgeous body of his, and not think about the scene with Kaye and Antonio in the hot tub, in Venice, from "She Bid Him Lie". Entering his office she had smiled and gazed around raptly. She wanted to memorize each detail. His mahogany desk and expensive looking computer suite were set up in one corner. Bookcases of leather bound reference materials lined the walls. A large soft black leather couch was under the windows. The Autumn sun was pouring in through them from the street outside his office. Two large oak trees outside the window were covered with brilliantly colored leaves. The air in the room was warm and smelled of leather, and a smoky musky scent that she associated with men, cigars and expensive glasses of cognac. In the center of the room was a handsome old leather lounge chair with a beautiful brass lamp that hung just above it. Alan had sat at his desk and powered up his computer. He had directed her to sit in the center lounge chair. Once she was comfortable he had poured himself a drink and offered her one also. Ruth had been afraid to offend by refusing. It had been while he was handing her the small snifter glass of brandy that she had noticed that the shifting sunlight from the window seemed to be directly in her eyes. Alan began to talk about himself and between tiny sips of her drink she moved her head back and forth letting the sparkling light play across her face. At first it was a little annoying. She soon found herself relaxing though. The sun was warm and Alan's soft deep voice was telling her about his last trip to Monaco. The light seemed to flash and move as it danced through the leaves outside. It dazzled and then just as quickly it was gone. A flash. A warm caress on her cheek. The last warm days of the summer, sparkling just for her. She tried to concentrate on what Alan was saying, but her eyelids were so heavy. His voice was so commanding and at the same time relaxing. She listened as he described a technique he had learned for relaxing into a state of greater creative ability. When he eventually asked her if she wanted to try to reach that state she had only been able to nod agreeably. He asked if she trusted him and she had mumbled that she trusted him completely. He had praised her, telling her that she had an incredible imagination and that she could achieve incredible things with it. All she had to do was relax, imagine what he instructed and trust in him. Everything felt so right, so calm and peaceful. She could have listened to Alan talk forever. Alan's voice took on a new quality of instruction and she eagerly listened and did as he directed. The sunlight continued to flash in her eyes. Her body seemed to sink into the comfortable recliner. At Alan's direction she finished the drink and handed him the glass. Her breathing slowed and deepened. So relaxed, trusted, and imagined. Letting everything go. Listening and relaxing and sinking into a comfortable dreamy lassitude. Relaxed. Listening. Letting go. Relaxing. Imagining. The relaxation and imagination exercises felt good and would help her help Alan. She would forget her body and become a thinking, imaging, creative force. She wanted to help Alan. Relaxing, listening and doing what she was told would make it easier for her to help Alan. And then Alan had closed the blinds. It seemed to Ruth as if only a moment had passed. Strangely though the sun seemed to be nearly down. She ignored that though, it wasn't really important. She felt refreshed and eager to start the process to help Dr. Prestor overcome his writer's block. Alan moved from the blinds and crossed the room. He walked behind Ruth and turned on the lamp above her head. A cone of light formed around her in the darkening room. It nearly blinded her to what Alan was doing, but left her on display in the center of the room. She could barely make his shape out as he moved to his chair and sat down at his computer. "Ruth do you remember what we talked about? Do you remember how you said you wanted to help me to finish writing my story?" Alan's soothing warm voice seemed to appear from the darkness around Ruth. "Of course Dr. Prestor". "Alan" he reminded her. "Alan." she said and smiled shyly. * He asked me to call him Alan * she thought excitedly * I have to remember that. Chrissy and Annette will be so jealous! * "I've told you all about my new book "Jade Oasis", right Ruth?" "Well I..... Ummmm..... Yes? Yes! I remember" she stammered a bit but then recovered. * I know all about this book. How do I know so much about this book? Oh well, he must have told me about it while I was looking out the window * "I'm stuck at the point after the hero has saved the young girl and returned her to the Airfield. She is still feeling the affects of the drugs she was given by the Mambeezi warriors who captured and threatened to make her the sex slave queen of their king. The hero Dan Dawson has saved her life many times up to this point. He has called for her parents to come and take her to safety. They will arrive the next day. Roxanne, our young heroine, wants Dan in the worst way. He is older and treats her like a child." Alan's voice seemed to appear in Ruth's ear from across the room. She could almost see the story he was describing as a movie running in her mind. "That's where I've gotten stuck. Tomorrow, in the story, Dan will go after the treasure and Roxanne will leave with her parents. Roxanne and the parents will later be captured by the villainous Shah of the Jade Oasis and Dan will meet up with them again there. I need to resolve the tension between Dan and Roxanne though. I need something....... I just don't know what." "Can you think of anything?" he asked Ruth from out of the darkness. Laying her head back on the lounge chair, Ruth began to create and discard scenarios in her mind. * Well if she did this, and he did that, then they could.... or if she wanted to... but then he saw.... then she could...... * her mind kicked into a strangely attractive creative overdrive. Soon she was smiling and nodding to herself. She had created a story in her mind that would, she believed, please Alan very much. In her minds eye she could imagine the whole story. `Have you had an idea Ruth?" Alan asked from behind his computer screen. "Yes." "Can you imagine it in its entirety. Every word, every sound, smell, touch and action?": "Yes." "Does it involve any interesting action, such as we discussed?" "Yes it does." she admitted with a bit of a grin for the naughtiness she had imagined. "As in fiction, so in life" Alan said quietly. Roxanne Starling rubbed her hands up and down her arms. The drugs coursing through her body were driving her crazy with lust. Sitting alone in her tent she was nearly gnashing her teeth in frustration. She and Dan would have died ten times in the last six hours if Dan had stopped to rest in their escape from the maddened Mambeezi warriors. At the moment she regretted their frenzied escape in a way. She would have loved to have relieved her drug induced horniness on Dan. She hadn't been given even the smallest opportunity. Unfortunately Dan had insisted on racing her to the safety of the Epha District Airfield and had already called for her parents to come and collect her. Then the infuriating man had disappeared on what she was sure was some trumped up errand. Thinking of Dan's broad chest glistening with sweat and blood as he had heroically rescued her, made Roxanne moan and grind her legs together. Thinking of how he had dumped her in this tent and run off with that little bastard African research assistant of his made her groan in anger and frustration. "Damn the man!". * Why couldn't he see her for what she was! She was nineteen. She was a sexy young woman, ripe and ready for a man like him. Her auburn hair was wavy and long. Her body was curvaceous and she knew that her full lips and electric blue/green eyes drew other men like flies. Why didn't Dan see her for the woman she was? Why wasn't he here to make love to her. She felt like she would lose her mind if she didn't orgasm soon! * Laying her head back on the pillows on her cot she closed her eyes and began to run the events of the previous night through her mind. King Zumum and his harem of drugged sex slaves and murderous warriors. It had been horrific. After her capture the King had claimed her for his soon to be seventeenth bride. He`d had her stripped and tied before him. Over her screaming protests they had forced their vile black syrupy concoction down her throat. Even the thought of that incredible potion made shivers of desire radiate out from Roxanne's already inflamed and wet sex. Tossing her head from side to side Roxanne kept her eyes closed as she began to pluck at her clothing. Unbuttoning her blouse. Pulling the zipper down on her safari shorts and then pushing them down and off. Unclasping her bra and tossing it away angrily. Kicking off her shoes Sliding her fingers into her silken panties and drawing them down and off with a moan. She luxuriated in her naked state as she remembered all that she had seen and heard. The heat of the jungle seemed to be trapped in her body. She had to find some relief! It had been a terrible experience. The gooey mixture had run down her throat, despite her gagging protests. Her shame at being naked and helpless before her crazed captors had seemed an awful torture. Her helpless body, had been stretched and exposed before the king and his entire harem of sex toys. Within moments she was in the grip of the potion's evil influence. Her breathing had become erratic. Her pulse had seemed to quicken. Her mind began to fixate on the many naked body parts on display before her. Shivers of lust began to alternate with the horny warm feeling of her concerns melting away like sugar on her tongue. Her nipples had hardened incredibly. The chief's other sex slaves had teased them with peacock feathers until she was sure they would erupt with the torturous pleasure. Pleasure that she was beginning to enjoy. It was becoming hard to remember who she was and why she shouldn't be participating in this bizarre scene. Lying on her cot Roxanne groaned loudly as she reached up with both hands to cup and begin kneading the tender, smooth flesh of her breasts. They were still so sensitive. It felt wonderful to squeeze and stroke them with her own fingers. The kings first wife-queen, a black goddess with beautiful full breasts and ebony skin; had taken over the sexual torture at that point. At her kings direction she had captured Roxanne's head in her powerful hands. Without warning she had began to lavish erotic kisses all over the young woman's lips and face. She had thrust her hot tongue into Roxanne's confused but aroused mouth. Remembering the feel of the that hot soft member raping her lips; Roxanne moaned again and lifted her finger tips to her panting mouth. She couldn't help herself. She was beyond caring anymore. She recaptured the feeling of the woman's tongue by sliding her fingers into her own mouth. Writhing on her cot she licked and sucked her finger tips just as she had licked and sucked the other woman's invading tongue. The black potion had left her fuzzy headed and so aroused that she felt as if her body was a huge bonfire of eroticism. Leaving a burning kiss on Roxanne's eager lips the Queen had smiled wickedly at the young girl. Keoni- Ana-Tos was a complete slave to the drug she had been taking since she was a teenager. Her life centered on sex and the pleasure she could give her King and herself. She had trained many of her master's slaves to pleasure and would enjoy breaking the spirit of this pale white child. Lifting the auburn hared beauty's right tit up to her lips; she had made sure that the child got a good look as she slowly kissed it. Her tongue had then darted out and begun to delicately lick and stroke the shivering girls nipples, until they were rigid and shiny with her spit. Fingers that remembered those kisses descended to Roxanne's dark pink nipples in the now. As her fingertips found and began to tease them, Roxanne groaned again in her growing delirium. With her eyes closed she could almost imagine that she could feel the queen's tongue rasping across both her large breasts. She could tweak and pinch her hard nipples and fantasize about the sexy liquid brown eyes and the sharp white teeth that had nipped and chewed her while the lips had suckled so wonderfully. Roxanne knees fell open. She knew what she had wanted the woman to do to her last night. She had never been sexually touched by a woman before last night; but at that moment she had been ready to beg to be allowed to have her cunt licked until she came, like a lesbian whore. If Dan hadn't burst in at just that moment and freed her in a hail of bullets and smoke grenades she was positive that she would have done just that. * Maybe it didn't happen * she thought ruefully and a little shamefully. * but I wish it had, and I can still fantasize about it. * Roxanne's fingers left her tender and sensitive breasts and slowly glided down her stomach and into her crotch. Writhing around on the cot to get more comfortable, she let her legs fall open again exposing her sex to the hot damp jungle air trapped in her tent. As her fingertips began to trace the contours of her aroused vaginal lips, she hummed and cooooo'ed with pleasure. Her mind was full of the images of the harem slaves, naked and cavorting wildly. She imagined the Queen, who had been so kind and cruel to her, kneeling down between her legs and licking her cunt with the same crazed lustiness she had displayed on her lips and tits. Imagining her tongue gliding over and into her cunny; her own fingers began to stroke and dip into her tight little hole. "Ummmm lick me...... yessss lick my pussy.... so hot.... so fucking wet and hot.. lick me! Eat my horny cunt you.... you.... you beautiful black bitch! " Roxanne grunted and groaned as her fingers flickered madly over her sex. Her mind was awhirl with erotic images and fantasies. The tips of her fingers were slippery with her creamy juices. She stroked her fingers down both edges of her pussy. Holding her self open for an imaginary tongue she humped and slowly ground her hips upward as if to get the tongue deeper and her imaginary lady lover easier access to all her charms. With one hand she slowly fucked a couple of inches of finger slowly in and out. Softly and slowly she explored the heat and wetness of her cunny. It felt so delicious. She had never enjoyed a masturbatory fantasy more. With her right hand she began to massage and rub her clit. Gently at first; then faster and faster as the feeling that she was close to an incredible orgasm grew. Laying her left hand on top of her right she was able to increase the friction and pressure on her clit. Throwing her knees wide and her head fully back to look up into the tents single light bulb hanging above her head, she came. It was like no other orgasm in her life. Her whole body was involved. Her nipples and breasts seemed to explode with pleasure. Her sex ran with the molten lava of juices that gushed from her. Her arms felt great. Her feet felt great. Her clit, and tongue and nipples and ass felt great! Every part of her body seemed to be sending pleasure impulses to her drug fogged brain. "Oh my OOOhhhh MMMYYY .....OOOOOo eieieeieeee arrrraghghghghg!!!!" she screamed. Sweat broke out all over her body as she cried out her release. She kept stroking herself and slowed as additional explosions went off behind her eyes. Even with the delicious glow she was enjoying from her masturbation though, Roxanne knew it wasn't enough. Her body was still hungry for more. She wanted Dan! She needed him! She would do anything to get his fat prick to spray loads of creamy cum into her snatch. With her eyes still frosted with the drowsy lust of her orgasm she stroked her hands up and down her naked body. Dreamily she gazed at the bare light bulb above her head. When she heard a voice calling her name she was almost physically unable to respond. [Roxanne??] [Roxanne!!] it seemed to be coming closer. [Ruth Ann] "Ruth Ann.... End of chapter" Alan's voice said softly from his place beside his computer. to be continued::::::::::::::::::::: -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /