Message-ID: <28239asstr$978660602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Louis Nessus" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Jan 2001 02:19:30.0144 (UTC) FILETIME=[9A6FDE00:01C0752B] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 10 (FD Mast CB Magic) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 21:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete the file. Otherwise ....enjoy! The Wicked Game Chronicles: Book 1. The Devil and Mr Brownlow. (Part 10.) by Nessus FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic I didn't go back to the office but walked sluggishly back to my apartment, my mind confused. Sitting on my sofa I nervously wondered what my greed for success had got me into. Suddenly, the mobile phone rang and a female voice told me to be upstairs within ten minutes. Slowly, I went to the upstairs apartment, stripped and waited. A key in the door and Judy Daimon, appearing ravishingly beautiful in a simple grey skirt, hose and blouse, entered with a hard smile on her face. "You!" I gasped. "Hello, Christopher. Looking good," she grinned, looking me up and down. The emotions connected with all the events swept over me and I was on the verge of breaking down. "You!" I said brokenly. "You got me into this!" She calmly sat on an easy chair, crossing her long legs. "Did I? How?" "I didn't know you were a hooker!" A throaty laugh escaped her. "A hooker? Interesting. I thought there was champagne?" she said, looking around. Grudgingly, I poured a glass and handed it at her and, as she took it, she grinned at my metal chastity device. "Lucy can be a real bitch," she giggled and I started to sit down. "I didn't tell you to sit!" she snapped and I quickly stood up. "Kneel here," she said and I knelt next to her legs as she smiled down at me. Slowly, she parted her legs and I stared at the crotch of her white panties underneath her tan pantyhose. "I didn't realise how easily men could be controlled until," she paused and smiled coldly, "I evolved." My cock ached as I stared under her skirt. "I guess that hurts," she taunted and I nodded slowly, unable to tear my eyes away. I remembered Ms Duivel's pronouncement that "hookers don't wear panties". Reluctantly, I watched her panties disappear as she closed her legs. "Christopher, I'm not a hooker." I gaped at her in shock. "Lucy and I work together. We do deals, interesting deals. Every time you deal with us, you lose more and more control until you give us all of your essence. Look at this," She drew a red velvet jewellery case from her handbag, snapped it open and revealed a thick gold chain. "Lovely, isn't it?" "Yes," I whispered. I couldn't believe my eyes as the chain slowly rose from the case and moved, on its own volition, through the air to wrap itself around my bare throat. My fingers clutched at it but it locked itself tightly in place and I felt it pressing against my skin. "Very lovely," she said, smiling at my surprised and frightened expression. "But," I stuttered as she calmly placed her glass on the table and stood before. "Useful device," she said coldly and I felt the chain tighten and slowly start to choke me. Panicking, I tore at it with my fingers but it remained fast as I gasped for breath while it strangled me. Suddenly, it relaxed and I fell forward, gasping and coughing as I searched for air. "Very useful," she said as she moved to the door. "We have a dinner party tomorrow night and you'll be my date. Dinner suit, please and be ready by six." The door closed behind her and I fought with the fear that washed over me. As I dressed, a thousand crazy notions ran through my mind and I found myself in front of my computer and tapping Duivel into the search engine. It took a while but soon the definition of Duivel left me shivering in fear: "The word "devil" is a corruption of the Greek diabolos . In the plural it was also used to name Satan's gang of spirits. Also duivel, " (The Encyclopedia Mythica ) My hands froze of the keyboard as I stared at the screen, my heart pounding wildly. I'm not a religious man but at that point I became very, very afraid. I searched for `Daimon' and the result made me shiver: "In the narratives of the Gospels regarding the "casting out of devils" a different Greek word (daimon) is used." (Easton Bible -includes definitions. Thanks to Harry Plantinga ) I was doing deals with the devil! As my heart pounded, I nervously fingered the gold chain around my neck as I sought to remember the childhood fables of people who had sold their soul to the devil and wondered how I was going to escape this trap. End Part 10. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+