Message-ID: <11018eli$9805081204@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com (R'as al Ghul) Subject: {R'as al Ghul} "The Sculptor" (mc Ff FF teen inc) [VII-End] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com 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: © 1998 R.A.G. Free distribution is encouraged, as long as the file is unaltered. Archiving on pay sites and those using adult verification systems, as well as any storage media for sale, is forbidden. Reposting without permission is also forbidden. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts. It is a work of fiction and should remain so. Email to ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com is welcome. For previous installments, go to http://www.dejanews.com and search for "sculptor" in the adult archive. Copies will not be sent via email. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The dancing and sex were hot and heavy around us. Everywhere we looked sweating bodies bumped and gyrated. Melissa and Amanda wanted to go dance, as did Linda and Charlene, so I let them off my arms and found my self unencumbered for the moment. It had been one hell of a night. I looked at myself in a mirror on the wall and had to laugh. How the hell had things ended up like this? I had never asked for this 'gift'. The voice. I had to admit that it had made my life more interesting, but I also wondered if its greatest gift to me was the self-confidence it brought. It was a sure thing when I asked a woman to do things for me, but how much of it was the marvellous hypnotic effect, and how much was positive projection (the most winning quality women admire in men)? Looking down at Amanda and Melissa on the dance floor as they rubbed bodies against one another, I knew that their incestuous affair begun earlier this night was due in whole to my influence, but at the same time, did they just need a nudge in the right direction to open up their lives? Surely, they wouldn't have chosen to engage in a mother-daughter sexual relationship, but did it really have to be me to free them? or would another man have been able to break into either one of their lives and satisfy them? I had no illusions about a long term relationship with any of the four ladies I brought here tonight. I had brought dozens of others, and I would bring dozens more, until I was a crotchity old man with a spotty dick. Such was my fate, and I accepted that. These women would be taken to their sexual limits, and beyond, and then they would be free to do what they wished. And even though they would be gone like any of the others I had known in the past, I would still remember them, like I did all the others that I had touched. Early in my sexual life I had been less... mature... about how I applied the voice. I had done damage, some of which I had been able to fix, some which I couldn't, and some I felt justified in doing. Amanda was like so many rich wives, caught up in the power and the security. She should have taken a lover years ago if she had resigned herself to a loveless marriage for the sake of her daughter. Of the four, she appealed to me the most. We were close in age, and perhaps if things were different. Well, they weren't. Melissa was just at the beginning of her sexual life. I had made sure that sex for her had not been a fumbling and ignorant thing. The only limits were imagination and mood. Linda had been pathetic, caught in an endless cycle of negativity. Perhaps she was being a little more kinky than was healthy tonight, but she needed to enjoy that power. Charlene was the object lesson. Eventually I would release her totally. As cruel as I had been with the separation of her from her life, it wouldn't last. I didn't have the right to just take away someone's life. I could only hope that she would come away from the submissive experience humbled. She was being shown what using someone was like. The men she had held under her sexual thumb had not been paraded around naked with a dildo up their ass, but they may as well have been. It was true, I got off using women, treating them like objects. Eventually, my conscience would assert itself, like it was doing now, and I would understand the consequences. Living a life being able to control minds became quite petty sometimes. There were those with similar gifts that used them indiscriminately. To them, the act of controlling, the act of sex, was the crux of their existence. I had heard of celebrities being used by my fellows, of horrible acts perpetrated on innocent victims, people forced into utter degradation. Did these violators not know that ultimately they hurt themselves far worse than their puppets? It was late, and I was getting melancholy. Linda and Charlene necked on the dance floor, looking like Mutt and Jeff with their height difference. Linda had her gloved hand in Charlene's cunt, and the tall woman was pumping her hips with the frigging. The throb of the dance beat set the pace for all the patrons, and the flashing lights in a rainbow of colours echoed the high energy. Moans and laughter rose up through the grating and washed over me. Amanda and Melissa had stripped each other. They danced beautifully in their stockings. They shook what they had, and what they had was fabulous. I lifted myself from my resting position on the railing. I turned and was surprised to see Marlena, the raven-haired reception girl standing behind me. She smiled warmly at me and reached out to take my hand. I took hers in mine and we descended to the dance floor. The beat pulsed through us as we began to move. I could smell her perfume and her musk. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. I let myself be drawn into her, feeling her being consume me. We danced, and that was all that there was. The End. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |