She
noticed the closed bedroom door with its light peeping out from under. Smiling
with satisfaction, Astrid gently knocked – She never waited for Lawrence to
respond – then entered.
"Astrid. You're here," said Larry Morrow who was
already sprawled on the bed, his body totally nude, the penis already erect and
hard. He was ready for her, and she knew it. But instead of 'obeying' him, and
she had an inkling he would demand an instant blow job, simply walked up to the
bed, swinging her delciously plump hips. It was a daring dress she wore, just
the way he liked it, too. Shiny black, skintight, halter-necked, and dangerously
short, the dress molded to Astrid's body, revealing every delectable curve.
His
voice was rough, demanding, as he ordered, "Get over here and make it bigger –
NOW!"
Astrid, trying not to let her anger show – yet, merely said, "No,
Larry...not this time. You see, I have a little surprise for you..."
And with
that, she immediately pounced him, taking the ropes he had lying nearby and
proceeded to tie HIM spread-eagle to the bed. Larry was dumbfounded, and
extremely angry.
"What ARE you doing? Bitch! YOU don't do that to ME!"
"Oh, yes
I can," she cooed, "and I must."
With Larry tied and helpless, she had him
exactly where she wanted. Within seconds, she lifted her short tight skirt then
straddled Larry's nude body. He noticed that she never bothered to wear panties
-- she was totally nude under that dress. Instantly she guided his swollen
member into her moist vagina, pumping her pelvis on him until she swallowed his
entire length inside.
With a steady rhythmic beat, she humped him, cooed loving
words, and delighted in the fact that she was finally mastering this man. The
very man who just days ago brutally beat and assaulted her.
Her movements were
quick, then slowed a bit to gauge his response.
Just as she expected, Larry,
totally taken aback by this brazen whore, quite involuntarily bucked his bound
body against hers. With his arms and legs bound to the bedposts, he could only
buck the pelvis which slammed up against her repeatedly insistent pumping. Her
hands were on his hips, long crimson nails digging painfully into his flesh. Did
she draw blood? Felt like it as her nails dug deeper and deeper, causing Larry
to grit his teeth to ride out the pain. Astrid's nails, he thought, were like
talons, ripping the sun-bronzed skin of his buttocks to shreds.
She continued pumping
on him, her tight vagina gripping his member as if in a vise. He tried in vain
to wrest his hands from the tight ropes, but she was quicker. In an instant, she
took her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "Do NOT try that again!,"
she hissed as she pumped harder, faster, sensing his impending climax.
Larry's
turgid penis seemed to swell and dance inside her as his body continued to buck
and slam against her relentless pounding. Now she had him, this man who used and
abused so many. When it was over, she wuold shock him further, but all in good
time.
"Ahhh...Good Goddess!," she screamed as she felt the spiraling of her own
climax. Bouncing and thrusting, she squeezed her thighs, sending Larry into a
squirming fit of orgasm. Again and again she contracted her wet vagina squeezing
his pelvis between her toned thighs. In the throes of orgasm, Astrid's mouth
crashed down onto his, mercilessly biting his lips until they bled. She
especially enjoyed seeing the trickle of blood escaping from his mouth. Now, who
is the one getting hurt, humiliated, degraded?
Astrid, in full control, began
to laugh. She laughed at Larry's helpless, at his utter degradation. Her
laughter mocked him, scorned him, causing Larry to curse back at her.
"You
damned slut!," he moaned against his climax, "I'll get you for this! I'll get
you!"
"No, Lawrence," she said, still laughing derisively, "I got you!"
They
thrashed and moaned as they came simultaneously. She could feel his penis throb
and dance within her woman's depths. At last the precious seed erupted, shooting
deep inside her. Larry screamed with an odd mixture of satisfaction and anger,
enjoyment and hatred. Never before had he allowed a woman to gain the upper hand
in the bedroom, but this woman, Astrid, was no ordinary woman. Evelyn was no
ordinary woman either, but at least she knew her place, humbly and fearfully
obeying her husband without question.
Evelyn...Now why did HER name pop into his
head? That stupid bitch and her equally pathetic boyfriend, Evan Tanguy, were
virtual thorns in Larry's side for as long as he could remember. Imagine, a slob
like Evan, getting the accolades and attention, why I, a savvy natural born
leader, lauguished unnoticed while Evan and Evelyn garnered the glory. Damn
right they both deserved their fates!
I stole Evelyn right out from under him.
And Evan, that oh-so goody two-shoes, with his noble charities and
philanthrophic societies, lost all his wealth and business – to ME! I took what
I thougth was rightfully mine. For once, Evan's many companies are now owned by
a man who KNOWS business and doesn't waste time and money on a bunch of sick
kids or welfare queens. The idea! Giving away hard-earned money to kids who
would die anyway, to poor women who couldn't keep their legs closed long enough
to finish school and make a life for themselves. Those people deserve their
fate; it's of their own choosing.
Larry, now spent, laid on the bed panting
and twitching. Astrid flung herself on top of him, then, after a few minutes,
got up to change clothes.
"You know, Larry," she said, "I believe it is time to
talk. You wanted to know all about Evan Tanguy, so now you'll get it."
"Screw
Tanguy, you conniving bitch!," he said through clenched teeth, hating her for
coming on to him like that, seducing and taking control the way she did. "Untie
me – Now! I'll teach you a lesson..."
Just as his forebears, never seeing the
wrong in what he does. He lies there, ordering me to untie him, to lie back and
endure whatever 'punishment' he can dish out for his own pleasure. He never
thinks of anyone but himself.
"Screw you, Larry!," she flung back at him as she
disappeared into the bathroom. "For what it's worth, you'll be begging for..."
She emerged from the bathroom, clad in only a plush purple towel. Astrid,
totally forgetting how she screwed the daylights out of Larry Morrow, simply
plopped down on the bed beside him. A still bound Larry glowered at her, hating
her for the humiliation she put him through.
"Aren't you going to untie me?"
"Whatever for?," came the flippant reply. Then, while filing her nails, she
said, "You know, Larry, I had a great time here tonight, but I really must be on
my way..."
Larry continued to work at the ropes, endeavoring to free at least
one hand. He, thoroughly livid with this woman, thought of all the horrid things
he'd make her do. He would make sure she would suffer every depraved act
imaginable. Just thinking of having Astrid on the receiving end of his brutal
sexuality sent waves of forbidden desire through his body. The penis began to
swell anew in response to Larry's wicked, dark designs.
Astrid noticed the
erection but paid scant attention to Larry's quandary. In a way, she wanted to
straddle him again, but resisted. Oh no, she thought, I have yet to finish off
the man. You think I truly want to couple again with HIM?!
Depositing the emery
board on the nightstand, Astrid arose from the bed, not noticing that Larry at
last managed to get one hand free of his ropes. She sauntered into the bathroom
again, and Larry, taking advantage of her absence, untied his other hand then
his feet. Ah, finally! Free! He got up from the bed, fetched his whip, then
patiently waited for Astrid to return.
When she did return, she became quite
alarmed that Larry had freed himself. But where is he? I wasn't gone more than
five minutes...
From behind, Lawrence Morrow grabbed Astrid, tightening the whip
around her neck. He laughed triumphantly, hissing in her ear, "Now, you stupid
cunt! I'll teach yuo to fuck with me! Come on, you and I are going to have a
little fun."
She felt her knees weaken, her eyes going blurry. She had to do
something – fast! Larry had her where he wanted her, helpless, unable to fight
back. He inched her towards the bed, further tightening that whip around her
neck. He said, "Try anything funny, and I'll choke the life out of you!"
Releasing her, he slammed Astrid onto the bed then proceeded to flog her
mercilessly.
"Damn vile bitch!," he screamed as he wielded the lash, "You had to
come here, straddle me like the common whore you are. I'll teach you!"
Suddenly
he noticed something odd and unsettling. In the place of Astrid's creamy white
skin, shiny black scales appeared. The finely manicured nails became long sharp
claws, her pink forked tongue lashed from her mouth. Smoke and sparks began to
shoot all about as Astrid transformed before his eyes.
Dropping the whip, Larry
stepped back and stared in awe and abject fear. What is this?, he wondered as
Astrid the woman melted away to reveal her true self. Before him stood a black
dragon of incomparable beauty. The only thing remotely recognizable were the
fiery lavender eyes which now rained hate for the man.
Lawrence Morrow, dropping
to his knees, had no comprehension of what was happening. Am I dreaming?, he
thought. No, because I'm wide awake, and Astrid, this woman who only moments ago
came to me, took me savagely, is a....DRAGON??!!
"Lawrence," she said in the
same deep breathy voice, "at last you shall meet your fate."
She hovered over
him, letting him take in every glossy ebony inch of her. Her wings stretched at
their fullest span, the nostrils flared, sending forth streams of acrid smoke.
"W-What to you want?," he said stammeringly, frightfully.
"Revenge, sir.
Revenge."
"I don't...I don't understand..."
"Oh, you'll understand once I tell
you WHY I came to you. Sir, my name is Samira, the daughter of Queen Zerevia,
sister of Evelyn."
Evelyn? As Evelyn, his wife?
"Exactly, Lawrence. You see, Evelyn
and I were quite close until she was forced from her lair by Theodoric, YOUR
forebear in Ninegates. She traveled to the distant future, transformed herself
into a human, then took up with Evan Tanguy, the very man who you cheated and
robbed!"
Larry, totally speechless, could do nothing but listen as Samira
continued.
"Lawrence, you have been found guilty of a life of brutality and
cruelty. No doubt the sentence is the same your forebears inflicted upon
countless innocents. Lawrence, when you snatched Evelyn from Evan Tanguy, before
you battered and abused the life out her, she was already with child. That
child is Paul, Evan Tanguy's son! You mistreated that boy the same way you did
my sister! And now, with Jamie possessing your same foul traits, I cannot allow
you to live. When the time comes, Paul shall know of his true parentage, and
Jamie, well..."
Now Larry was regaining his natural born arrogance and
viciousness. He tried to make threats, tried to scare this monster into
oblivion. If this is indeed a dream, then I can make it go away with a few
choice words. I've yet to be defeated, and this vision of my imagination is on
the verge of destroying all I've built, all I've achieved...
"If you," said a
now enraged Morrow, "lay a hand on my daughter...I don't care what you do to
Paul. He is weak, just like his mother, and, now that I know the truth, just
like his pathetic weakling of a father. Evan was a worthless piece of shit, and
I merely saved him from ruining what I saw was good business. He would've gone
bankrupt, giving away chunks of his fortune to stupid sick kids and whores. Go ahead! Kill Paul! He's a sniveling,
bookish..."
"SHUT UP, O VILE WRETCH!," Samira bellowed, the smoke belching even
thicker from her nostrils. "You have NO idea who Evan Tanguy really is, do you?
He is...He is..."
The dragon, her glistening body quivering with rage, finally
delivered the bombshell. "Evan Tanguy is a dragon, just like me, just Evelyn!"
When Samira uttered those words, Lawrence Morrow trembled from head to toe. This
was all beyond everything sane and comprehensible. In his mind, he said, "There
are no such things as dragons...I'm dreaming...or Astrid drugged me...Yeah,
that's it...She gave me something. Oh, I can't wait to get my hands on her. I'll
make her pay, make her suffer the worse. She'll wish she'd never set foot in my
house..."
"I know what you are thinking, Lawrence," Samira said, now assuming
the attack position. "For all your ill-gotten wealth and power, for all the
suffering you and your forebears have inflicted upon innocents, for every ounce
of pain you put my sister through...Lawrence Morrow, prepare to die!"
That said, Samira reared her great black head, breathed in deeply, then let loose a torrent of flame and sparks.
°°°°°°
"It didn't take him long to die," said Samira to her stunned audience. "As
soon as the flames consumed him, I merely changed back into Astrid then left the
house just before the fire overtook it. I made sure the neighbors saw 'Astrid'
as to raise the Morrow children's suspicions, especially Jamie's."
Medra,
in awe of Samira's daring, but more so upon learning that the man, Evan Tanguy
is, in reality, a dragon, had to ask her friend and lover, "Samira, Evan is a
dragon! Did he do the same as your sister, that is transform himself, and
experience life as a human?"
The ebony draconic beauty could only reply, "That
is partially true. But he wanted to be close to Evelyn in case she should run
into difficulty. As I've recounted, she indeed suffer in the extreme at the
hands of Lawrence."
To this, Morib added, "And that would make Paul Morrow one
of us. He has the right to know of his true parentage, and his nature."
That
said, Medra and her draconic friends finalized their exceedingly complicated
plot to bring an end not just to Theodoric and Edgard, but to Jamie Morrow.
"It
is nearly time," said Samira, "that we put all components of our plan into
motion. The tournanemt is tomorrow, and I'm sure Fairfax Manor is abuzz with
festivities in preparation for the games and Edgard's upcoming nuptials."
She
turned to Medra, saying, "I want you to return the future, to the Morrow
children. Make sure they use that wand, for I want Paul to reunite with his true
father. Then I want to meet Jamie face to face. She needs to see for herself,
finally, her father's killer. Then..."
TO BE CONTINUED...Go to Chapter 9
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