Message-ID: <28240asstr$978660604@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 02:20:18.0654 (UTC) FILETIME=[B759E7E0:01C0752B] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:Wicked Game 11 (FD) Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2001 21:10:04 -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 11.) by Nessus FemDom Mast Humil CB Magic I tossed and turned that night with erotic dreams of a blood red Satan dominating the men of the world. Strangely, the memory of what I had been forced to endure caused my cock to ache in its shackles but the superstition around my discovery caused me to frequently wake in a cold sweat. By morning, I had convinced myself it was all fiction and the trick with the gold chain was nothing more than sleight of hand. Instead, I should be more nervous about meeting the group of unknown women who had seen me so exposed and exploited. Incredibly nervous, I walked through the building lobby, eyes lowered, wondering if any of the women milling around me as part of the morning rush were in the hotel room yesterday. Again, the thought of what had occurred yesterday made my cock stretch against its confinement. A few fleeting half smiles from passing women made me flinch in embarrassment. Did they know? Were they there? Did they hold me in their hand until I spurted uncontrollably? I swallowed and felt the gold chain under my shirt press against my throat Sandra was seated at her desk when I entered and she greeted me with a smile. A simple action but one that made me inwardly cringe in embarrassment, thinking she knew. "Hi," she said and I nodded, face blushing. "So, congratulations." "I beg your pardon?" I said softly, face down. "Congratulations on your promotion. What did you do to get up the ladder so fast?" "I don't know." She shrugged. "Ok, play it your way. I guess you've got to move up onto the twenty-third. That's where your office is." I silently went about packing my stuff into another box while Sandra watched me. After a few moments, she left the area, shaking her head. Thelma arrived and sat at her desk with a strange smile on her face, swivelling on her chair to face me. Dressed in a short grey skirt, white blouse and hose, she watched me pack my belongings. I nodded to her and kept my head down but, out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her legs start to slide open. My cock swelled at the sight of the tan nylon covered legs parting and I winced in pain. At last I finished and started walking to the door. "Let me help you," she said, whisking a folder off the top of the pile, her blue eyes boring into me. "How kind," I muttered, "but I can manage." "Hey, I can help and I have the key to your office. I'm betting you don't even know where it is," she said and led the way. Grudgingly, I followed her to the elevator and rode up to the twenty-third. All the way up, she smiled at me in that strange way, her eyes cold and I blushed under her scrutiny, guessing she was one of the women in that hotel room. She led the way down the corridor, her ass swinging in that tight grey skirt, while I sheepishly trailed behind her, clutching the box of personal items Thelma unlocked an office and swung the door open. The buzz in the adjacent open plan office stopped for a moment as the staff watched us. "I thought it was down there," I said quickly, pointing down the corridor. She shook her head quickly. "Nope. Here." I scurried past her in an office that just had the basic furniture in it and I realised it must have been empty for a long time. Thelma locked the door and casually sat on the big chair near the window,, tossing the folder onto the desk. Swallowing, I placed the box down and stood frozen, hypnotised by her red fingernails caressing her legs. Slowly, she raised the hem of her skirt and the tube crushed my cock. "In pain?" she asked innocently. "You were there," I croaked and she grinned broadly, nodding. "Were you...?" "The one that jerked you off?" she grinned, her legs spread apart. "No. I would have but she chose someone else. Maybe next time." I gaped at her spread legs. Thelma was wearing stockings, garter belt and no panties so her dark bush was plainly visible, causing my cock to hurt terribly. "Panties," she said throatily, her tongue licking her red lips. I knelt before her, glancing out the window at the New York skyline and the buildings that were close. Her fingers lightly caressed my hair as I stared at her naked cunt. "They won't know it's you," she whispered and I lowered my mouth to its task. It probably didn't take that long as she was so wet, so aroused but it felt like hours as I knelt in front of the open windows licking and sucking while my cock contracted uselessly within its metal prison. Finally, she came with a throaty growl that transform to a high pitched squeal within seconds as her legs clamped around me. She rearranged her clothing while I wiped my face. "Not bad," she said. "It's nice not having to worry about anyone else satisfaction, just my own. I could get used to this. Ms Duivel promises me more good times." "Don't," I said quickly. "Don't get involved with that woman. Don't make any deals." "Why not?" she said icily. "I do what I please and you lick my pussy or any other girls pussy when we say. And don't forget it," she said as she unlocked the office door and opened it slightly. Thelma stopped and turned to me with a cruel smile. "You want to know?" she sneered. I was puzzled and it showed. "Do you want to know who jerked you off?" she snapped irritably and I nodded. "Look'" she said, pointing out into the busy office. "There," she said and I followed her pointing finger to Donna standing next to her cart, chatting with some women. I reeled in embarrassment and shock. Donna was so young, so innocent. "Donna?" I croaked and Thelma nodded. "Yep. She learnt about sex and power. You get a good education around here." Laughing she walked out, leaving me alone in my new cold office. Wearily, I sunk in a chair and held my head in my hands. Duivel and Daimon were using me to corrupt more people within the office, to gain control of them through their lust and greed. All of this brought about through my own greed and stupidity. I groaned. The doors opened and closed again. I looked up and a red headed woman dressed in a white business suit smiled down at me. "Who are you?" I demanded, angry but, at the same time, overwhelmed by her beauty. "I'm Angeline, Christopher. You look miserable." "You work here?" I asked, ignoring her last comment. She laughed a mellow melodic sound and she grinned at me. "No. I'm just a visitor. I've come to see you." "Oh?" I gestured at a chair and she shook her head. "I won't sit down," she said calmly. "My skirt is short and I don't want to cause you pain." I blushed. Did everyone know, I thought? My head sunk as I wallowed in my own self-pity and humiliation. "Christopher," she said and I raised my head. "Be warned, Christopher, that there will only be three deals. And you've completed two. Be very careful. You are involved in a very wicked game, a game with ancient rules. You can just say no. It's that simple." Her warm smile washed over me and she serenely left, leaving me stunned and confused. End Part 11. _________________________________________________________________________ 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+