Message-ID: <5586eli$9711121455@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Monks Five: Scorpion - monks004.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <64b57f$4ja$1@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings from the shadows dear reader!! Here is another offering from what passes as my mind. I hope you enjoy!! All standard disclaimers apply: if you are under 18 or live in a community that doean't want adult material, don't read this! Post freely as long as you give all due credit to the author. Do not make a profit off of my work! _______________________________________________________________________ Perverted Monks Scorpion Style: Reflections of Sins By: H.D. Meister Jenny didn’t know exactly what to expect from her new roommate, and went out of her way to soothe any ill feelings which she knew would rear their ugly head. Her roommate was from a truly Southern city in Georgia, but had few of the normal bigot mannerisms. Even her name was Southern: Annabelle. Jenny remembered placing the add for a roommate, and had hoped that a woman would answer the add. Living with a man would have been too disruptive. She interviewed over twelve individuals before settling on Annabelle. She was exactly what she was looking for: petite, young, smart, brunette... and naive. Another in the long line of conquests. She was pleased that she had the patience to wait three weeks. Her timing was perfect, and she silently thanked the foolish swinging dick for trying to play with Annabelle’s heart. “Care to talk about it, Belle?” “I dumped Joey.” “What happened?” Jenny really didn’t need to hear the tale; it was painfully obvious. “I wanted to go slowly, but all he wanted was sex.” “You’re better off without someone like that. You deserve better.” “All I want is to feel someone hold me. Someone I know who cares more for me than for sex.” All too easy. Jenny held her roommate tenderly, giving a good imitation of friendship. When she felt her roommate’s defenses fall away, she struck. It was nothing more than a simple kiss to the forehead, but Annabelle responded. She tilted her head until their lips met. Jenny seized the moment, not giving her roommate time to think... and change her mind. Her hands slid over Annabelle’s breasts, closing in on the nipples with a quickness well learned. She was in control... until Annabelle matched her. Jenny felt surprise for the first time. Her roommate matched her every move. Annabelle turned, and Jenny found herself facing a woman who knew lust for what it was... and did not care. Jenny’s hands went to the buttons on her roommate’s blouse, and marveled as Annabelle’s hands mimicked her movements. When she removed Annabelle’s bra, Annabelle removed hers. Confusion blended with lust, and Jenny found herself gazing into a mirror. Even as she went to kiss Annabelle, her roommate turned her head with hers. Jenny did not know what to do. She needed control. She rose, watching her roommate follow her motion. Even the seductive slowness was mirrored. Jenny walked towards her room, forcing herself to listen to the sounds. She heard one set of foot falls... one heart beat... one breath. Annabelle had somehow mirrored her every move... every mood. Once inside of her room, Jenny quickly removed the rest of her clothes. She didn’t look at Annabelle, knowing that the naive woman she remembered had matched her once again. Jenny frowned, knowing that only one thing would turn the tide: Sting. She walked over to the small black box, which bore the onyx sculpture of a scorpion, and removed Sting from it’s resting place. Memories of the women who had felt it’s name ring true in their centers flooded her mind, fueling her confidence. She strapped Sting on, and turned around. Annabelle did not mimic her move, which Jenny found comforting. Now she had control once more. She would teach this woman the pleasure only another woman can give. She walked towards Annabelle, noticing that instead of standing there, she walked towards her. Anger replaced Lust, and Jenny lost that which she thought she had regained. Jenny didn’t even bother trying to tease Annabelle into submission. She gripped the base of the black latex dildo, stepped forward, and rammed it into Annabelle’s cunt. Annabelle didn’t flinch. Her face mirrored the solid determination which had plastered itself on her visage. Anger. Confusion. These were not the emotions she expected to feel. They were new, and new things were... dangerous. They were the unknown phantoms in the night. They were the specters she saw as she fucked herself with whatever phallic symbol happened to be most readily available. She had know what to expect from her Southern Belle, and was disappointed. She had wanted to pleasure Annabelle, but that was then. She fucked her with every anger tainted fiber of her soul. And Annabelle matched her thrust for thrust. Jenny changed her speed, hoping to throw her off. She failed. What was worse... Jenny was coming dangerously close to orgasm. She could not allow this. She wanted to hear Annabelle beg her to stop... as her body pleaded for more. Jenny wanted control. Yet all she was given was the dull nothing of mutual satisfaction. Pleasure without an owner. She grabbed her roommate’s shoulders and threw both bodies onto the bed. Annabelle matched her yet again. Jenny fucked hard. It would have been her best performance were it not for Annabelle. Each time Jenny slammed the latex invader into Annabelle, Annabelle thrust herself upward, meeting every thrust. She could not even suck on one of Annabelle’s nipples without having her motion mirrored. Frustration pulled at the muscles of her neck, and she tried to stop. Nothing. Her body was locked into the task at hand. Now she was afraid. Jenny tried to regain control of her body yet again... and failed. She was going to fuck Annabelle... regardless of what she really wanted. Jenny also felt herself rising higher towards orgasm. Higher than she had ever been before. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth as her body refused to believe that it had been bested. Her clit throbbed with anger. It wanted release... only after it witnessed Annabelle’s own impending orgasm. And Annabelle denied them all by her actions. Close. Jenny could feel her own orgasm tickle her throat with powerful fingers. She gasped, hearing Annabell match her once again. Sound for sound... thrust for thrust. Desperation now ruled Jenny as she rammed three fingers into Annabelle’s asshole, wondering if her roommate would match her. She did. The last thread of a control Jenny never had burned under the fiery inferno of her own orgasm. Its power was too much for her. Nothing could have prepared her for the sudden assault on her senses. Taunt nipples flared brightly, hurting beyond all reason. Her body thrashed about, trying to smother the pain. Annabelle moved with her, denying her even this. Jenny collapsed, her body spent. She was beaten. One lone tear found its way along her cheek as realization came to her; Annabelle was no longer copying her every move. She never moved as her roommate slid from under her and removed the strap on dildo from her crotch. Jenny was helpless. She knew what lay ahead for her tired body, and began to cry in earnest. How many other women had she left as she now lay? She could not remember. Once... she could spell their first, middle and last names. She knew how many hairs they had in their eyebrows. Now... all she saw was a fogged something. She didn’t even have the strength to plead for mercy. She felt Sting enter her asshole, earning its name with yet another woman. She tried to cry, but did not have the strength. She did not even have the strength to resist the rising fires within her as Annabelle pulled her clit in a thousand different directions at once. All Jenny could do was cry, and get burned by one orgasmic inferno after another. She felt like a whore. Annabelle flipped her body around like a rag doll as she fucked her. Words filled Jenny’s mind, begging for mercy. They were swallowed in the flames as she walked into one orgasm after another. The Little Death. She had heard orgasms described as this, and now she knew why. Her body belonged to Annabelle, and it obeyed her wishes as would any good slave. The world began to gray over, but before it could truly fade to black, she felt Sting slap her lips. Her lips parted obediently, and she tasted of Sting for the first time. Then... black. Annabelle watched him closely. She had learned well, but was unsure why her teacher had deemed it necessary to come to her home. Jenny was gone, and with her went Sting. She had beaten her greatest foe, and avenged her best friend Monique. “I see you are still among the living, Little One.” “Yes. Thank you.” “All I did was teach you the way. You fought the battle. And won more than vengeance.” “Thank you.” As he turned to leave, Annabelle wondered about what to do now. She had dumped Joey in order to get her revenge. She hoped ... then she saw him. His face was full of questions. Her heart pounded within her chest, feeding its energy into her nipples. She wanted to tell him everything, but doubted he would understand. She ran towards him, smiling. “Hello. I’m looking for a place to stay? I have money?” “Just in time. I was about to call it a day. What’s your name?” Silence. “Michelle. Michelle Jennifer Allison.” He looked at her body. Well put together. Her eyes... “Uh... sure. Come on in. There’s coffee on the stove.” As she walked in, he saw a scorpion crawling towards his front door. With ease, he crushed it beneath the heel of his boot. And he thought he heard it cry. -- +--------------' 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> /