Just A Little Scene: The Bet

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Vampress Threesome

Normally, one would not expect to be accosted by vampires at the book store, but there you go. Even vampires like to peruse some quality literature now and then.

Well, some of them anyway.

“Some girls night out,” said Siobhan. “When you said you wanted to shop, I was thinking more Macy’s or JC Pennies, not Barnes and Noble.”

“We’ll go buy you something shiny in a bit,” said Aislinn, with a look of practiced patience. “I want to see if the next book in one of my series is out yet.”

“Oh, fine,” said Siobhan, pouting a bit, but going along.

As the two entered the book store, Siobhan quickly scoped out the customers for want of something better to do. Most were not to her taste. Still, as she followed Aislinn to the Fantasy section, smirking at seeing the sheer number of vampire novels on display, she caught sight of one young man, sitting alone on one of the store’s stuffed chairs, reading a comic book. Siobhan chewed her lip a bit, but decided he wasn’t too bad looking for a geek, a little thin, but healthy looking. She nudged Aislinn’s arm as the redhead sifted through the paperbacks. “Hey,” said Siobhan. “Cute one at your five.”

Aislinn sighed. “I wasn’t aware we were hunting already.”

“When aren’t we hunting?”

Aislinn frowned a bit. “Just doesn’t seem to be the right place for it.”

“Oh, sod you and your books. I found a ripe one. Looks like easy pickings for you.”

Aislinn glanced over and noticed the young man, who remained oblivious of them. She thought for a moment. “Well, he is cute.”

Kat's First Boytoy

Note: This story takes place in the World of Civero.


PART ONE

My name is Kat, and I am an esper, a person with psychic powers. Growing up, I had always used my abilities sparingly, taught never to abuse them. However, by the time I hit High School, curiosity compelled me to test and flex my powers; I developed abilities of mind reading, mind control, and some minor illusion casting. I tried to follow my parents’ advice, but when you have such powers, you can’t help but play around with them a bit. Still, I was a “good girl” for quite a while; it was not until college that I decided to really get my money’s worth out of these abilities. What can I say? I was young, horny, and surrounded by similarly young and horny men and women whose lustful thoughts and drives could only be ignored for so long. I decided to finally do something I’d always fantasized about, but never dared to do, even in the hormone-drenched world of High School. I decided to use my psychic powers to fetch myself a boytoy lover.

I first met my boytoy Ben in Creative Writing. I thought he was rather cute, a tall blue-eyed redhead. He was quite creative, sharing stories of fantasy and adventure with the class. He was also shy and had a huge crush on me. Tall, with black hair, green eyes, and a fit body, I was exactly his type. I could feel his eyes, and his thoughts, draw towards me within minutes of our first class together. I smiled, and wondered if he might ask me out. He never did, though, and soon enough, I found myself too busy with school work to really think about dating.

However, halfway into the semester, I could still feel him gazing at me, apparently content to continue admiring me in silence. I would have been flattered, but for a distinct sense of lust radiating off him, getting stronger as the weeks went by. He clearly had a hard-on for me. I wondered why he didn’t just come up and ask me. Was he really that shy?

I decided to investigate this a little further. I figured if he was going to have naughty thoughts about me and not do anything for me in return, I may as well enjoy the show. Peaking inside his head, I discovered a very naughty fantasy indeed. It was rather surreal. He was imagining some sort of elaborate story wherein he was an adventurer captured by a witch, played by me. In the fantasy, I was intent on getting some sort of information out of him, but rather than torture him or use some kind of mind control spell, I was casting spells on his penis, driving him mad with pleasure. As he tried to refuse giving in, “I” would do anything from suck him to fuck him to stroke him to just letting my magic surge through his organ, driving him wild. It became evident that there was no information for him to give, and that “I” was just playing with him for amusement.

I found this fantasy extremely amusing, not to mention very arousing. This was exactly the sort of thing that I had fantasized about doing to someone (minus the witch get-up of course), but never dared to actually try. I decided to plumb deeper into his mind, and saw many similar fantasies. The details might be different, he might be a supervillain, and I a superhero trying to “convince” him to change his wicked ways; I might be a vampire and he a common villager who I wished to turn; he might be a hunter and I a fairy who had decided to capture him and teach him a “lesson” about respecting nature. Heck, some fantasies were even quite mundane, just the two of us in his bedroom, me stroking him slowly as I whispered teasingly in his ear. Always him helpless, totally at my mercy, as I took him to heights of pleasure he could only imagine. The more I looked, the more aroused I became.

Just A Little Scene: Dream Therapy

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Just A Little Scene: DVD Trap

Kate fought to hold back a giggle as she came home from work to find her husband sitting frozen at the couch. James was staring forward almost unblinkingly, completely enraptured by what he was watching. The TV screen showed a long slideshow of images of Kate, naked, in a wide variety of sexy poses. From the speakers came a low, sensual sort of hum, punctuated now and then by a giggle, or a woman moaning erotically. This was all that was required to trigger a set of telepathically implanted conditions that Kate had set into him just a few nights ago, as he slept.

She loved to do this to him, though she didn’t do it too often, lest the effect would get old, and James would become too freaked out. She would implant little notions and conditions in his head, never telling him what they were. Often, they would result in him being caught in a trap, a trigger that would leave him paralyzed in place, yet become strongly aroused, with the arousal building and building as the trigger stayed in place. Once, she made him become hypnotized by her panties while he did the laundry. Another time, listening to one of her favorite songs sent him crashing to the floor in immediate orgasm.

Today, she had set it so the mere sight of her naked was enough to leave him frozen in a sexual stupor, the erotic hum and other sounds making him light headed with arousal. She’d created a DVD slideshow of this, and set it to play just before going to bed last night, turning the TV off, but letting the DVD player run. Ergo, the first thing James would see when he turned the TV on would be the slideshow, and he would instantly be under her spell.

Kate walked in, coming up behind James, who was too entranced to respond to her presence; he was barely aware she was there. She looked him over, and fought back another giggle. He was dressed in his pajamas, still, and his penis tented the front of his pants quite lewdly; paralyzed in place as he was, he was unable even to adjust himself. It being James’ day off, Kate guessed he’d probably gotten up around 10 this morning, and come down to watch TV by at least 11. It was now 5:30 in the afternoon. Poor James had been suffering for at least 6 hours now, continuously aroused, unable to do anything but blink, breathe, and wait in desperation for Kate to come home and free him. She leaned down and, without breaking his line reached over his shoulder and adjust his penis so that it slipped out of the opening in the crotch of his pajamas. James penis practically leaped from hole, visibly throbbing and leaking pre-cum steadily, greeting Kate like a hyper-excited puppy dog.

She dared not touch him directly. Although she had set it so he could not orgasm just from his arousal, he was so wired up right now, a mere tap from her fingertip would probably make him explode. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so leaving him only with a kiss to his cheek and a sultry purr in his ear, she stood back up and went to put away her things and change. She took her time, organizing her things for work tomorrow, checking and responding to some e-mails and phone messages. Then, she took a nice relaxing bath, dried her hair, and rubbed scented lotion on her skin, the coconut smelling kind that had driven James absolutely nuts since before she even met him. After a couple of hours, she was ready.

She came downstairs, and James was still there, still suffering, his cock nearly trembling with overblown excitement. James looked like he was about to cry from desperation. She smiled, and got down on her hands and knees, creeping around to the front of the couch, and kneeling between his legs, again without breaking his line of sight to the TV, ensuring he would still be entranced. She watched his face for a few moments, taking in his expressions of desperation and arousal, then eyed his cock, nearly hypnotized herself as she watched the large, blazing hot organ pulse away, so ready for her touch. She licked her lips and leaned forward. She closed her mouth around just his penis head and gave the tip of him a single lick.

With a scream, he exploded into her mouth. The shots were large, thick, and forceful, a days worth of continuously building tension culminating in a massive ejaculation, but she dutifully swallowed every drop. She continued to suckle him gently, her tongue running circles around his cockhead as he came and came and came. His release undid the spell, and James nearly doubled over, hands clutching repeatedly at her back as he curled over her, gasping her name in thanks and rapture. And when his climax completed, still she suckled him, bobbing her head a bit; within moments, his perfect pleasure was now a pleasurable torment, as his now hypersensitive penishead could not handle more stimulation. James tried to pull her off, but that too, was accounted for, and a telepathic command prevented him from doing so. He could only sit there, trapped and tortured by his wife’s wicked mind and mouth. Kate could feel hot tears drop onto her back as James thrashed in her grip.

Still, this torment did not last as long as it probably seemed for James. After only a minute of post-orgasm stimulation, Kate released him, letting his cock finally shrink down, at least somewhat. James sagged down, and she pushed him up, letting him fall back against the back of the couch. She quickly turned and shut off the DVD and TV so he wouldn’t be trapped again.

Wiping her mouth, she slid up onto the couch and curled up next to James, who laid back only half-way conscious, but radiating heat and utter contentment in his post-orgasmic haze. She kissed his cheek again and whispered in his ear, “Gotcha.” James moaned consent at his “defeat” and Kate laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, in return, I’ll let you do anything you want to me for the next three days.” That got James attention and he shook his head to clear the cobwebs, giving her an eager look. She laughed again. “Well, on one condition: you can do anything you want to me, but every time you cum, that’s another trap you’ll have to watch out for next month.”

James swallowed, gave Kate a once over, then slowly nodded. Kate grinned. One orgasm was not enough to blunt the build up of her trap, especially for a three day time period; Kate was going to have plenty of traps to make afterwards.

Just A Little Scene: Brutal Orgasm

“Hello, Janet, welcome,” said Karen. “I see you brought your boy toys.”

“Well, gotta earn their keep somehow,” said Janet, with a laugh. “Alright, boys, bring the stuff in.” Jake and Dan, both nude already, hauled in a large trunk, and set it down in Karen’s living room, then turned and stood before her.

Jake swallowed hard as he gazed at Karen. The red head was extremely attractive, and according to Janet, extremely powerful. Janet claimed that Karen had been her mistress for a while, and without Karen’s help, Janet wouldn’t be a tenth as powerful as she was now. And considering how powerful Janet was, Jake could only imagine how powerful that made Karen. When Karen glanced at him, she smiled warmly, that mischievous twinkle so common to Sex Mages in her eye. Jake blushed, but maintained control of himself; he smiled back and made a slight bow of respect, “Hello, Miss Karen.”

Karen, dressed in shorts and a green tank top, bowed back, and the sight of her cleavage almost made Jake gasp. But he kept his calm and his smile just brightened. He felt a gentle psychic caress, a sort of telepathic gesture of greeting from Karen’s mind. She smiled at Jake again and she seemed pleased with his response. He simply admired her beauty, and though it excited him, he kept his cool.

Dan, however, fidgeted nervously, and he stuttered his greeting. “H-h-hi, M-miss…” he said, and he gulped audibly when Karen bowed in return. She smirked. Jake glanced quickly between Karen and Dan. He recognized that smirk all too well. At first nothing seemed to happen, but suddenly, Dan tensed. His eyes widened almost comically.

Karen turned back to Janet and the two began to talk, leaving the boys to stand at attention incase they needed them to do something. With a blink, Jake realized that Karen was now naked; she had vanished her clothing in the instant Jake hadn’t been looking at her. His eyes roamed over her body, and he swallowed.

Next to him, however, Dan suddenly let out a ragged gasp, and fell to his knees. Almost as though he was being pulled along by invisible strings, he began to crawl forward, towards Karen. Karen completely ignored him until he was right next to her, and then, without even looking at Dan, or missing a beat in her conversation with Janet, she placed her hand on the back of Dan’s head, pushing him forward until his nose touched her clit. Dan’s body jerked like he had been shocked, but then his body stiffened in a whole new way, and Jake realized he had been frozen in place. Karen shifted slightly, and Jake could see that Dan’s iron hard cock was now trapped in place between Karen’s calves. She didn’t move, simply held his dick in place with her legs, and held Dan’s face to her crotch. Jake didn’t hear a word the women were saying, as he found himself almost entranced by the scene.

Jake broke out in a sweat as he watched the scene. Poor Dan. Jake knew that Karen was wreaking complete havoc in Dan’s mind, whipping his libido into a raging tempest of lust, sending wave after wave of brain melting pleasure through his sensitive penis. And if Jake suspected correctly, the seconds ticking by for him and the two women literally felt like hours for poor Dan, completely consumed by the grip of Karen’s power. He knew that even as Karen talked with Janet, giving no indication that she was paying the slightest attention to the helpless boy at her feet, Dan was experiencing a pure, sexual hell. All for no apparent reason other than whatever trivial offense Karen was probably pretending to have taken; if asked, she would probably say Dan’s stutter had irked her, and the boy needed to be taught a lesson in self-control. Or maybe this was her way of showing Dan she was flattered, or that she thought he was cute. When you got down to it, Jake thought, Sex Mages were lunatics. The worst part was, Jake couldn’t help himself from feeling a tad jealous. Who, then, was the real lunatic?

By Jake’s count, the scene stretched on for several minutes; god only knew how long it felt like for Dan. But eventually, Karen must have been satisfied with her handiwork, because Dan let out the most heart wrenching, pathetic series of whimpers Jake had ever heard and Dan’s paralyzed body suddenly jerked like a livewire had been shoved up his ass. As Jake watched, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly as he watched Dan orgasm harder than he’d ever seen. Thick ropes of cum shot over and over from Dan’s organ, more semen than Jake thought it humanly possible to unleash in one climax; the shots struck the nearby wall with loud, wet splats. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, Dan still convulsing even after his ejaculation ceased. Dan’s whimpers went from the shock of such a forceful release, to the shrill, desperation of sensual agony from an orgasm forced to go on past its natural duration.

Only after another minute of this, did Karen finally glance down at him. The two women had stopped talking, both watching Dan twitch and shudder. Finally, Karen parted her legs slightly, and removed her hand, and Dan collapsed back in a boneless heap. For a few moments, Jake swore he was dead, but then he noticed the rise and fall of Dan’s chest as he breathed, however shallowly. His eyes, half open, were glazed over. If he hadn’t cum to death, he’d certainly orgasmed into a coma.

Two other girls, both nude, their expressions solemn but for the slight haunting of desire behind their eyes that you wouldn’t see unless you knew what to look for, came into the room, and grabbed Dan. They lifted him off the floor and carried him off somewhere to recover. Karen and Janet then continued talking. The other two girls, clearly female toys of Karen’s, came in and cleaned Dan’s cum off the walls. With their tongues.

Jake let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and he felt a strong ache in his own, unrelieved testicles. But he composed himself as best he could. Karen looked to Jake, and said, “Now. What was that about Sex Mages being lunatics?” Jake blinked, and realized she had read his mind. He opened his mouth to apologize, but it was too late. He fell to his knees as Karen’s power grasped both of his heads. For a brief moment before his mind and body were drowned in sex beyond human tolerance, he crazily found himself wanting to thank her.

Ion's Wicked Lesson

Frank shifted his weight nervously as he crouched down among the trees. Over the course of the last two months, he had diligently worked to track the movements of a certain superheroine who had become the object of his desires. Ever since she had saved him three months ago from get eaten by a cyborg tyrannosaurus rex with laser beam eyes, she had haunted Frank’s dreams every night. He imagined tracking her down to her home, her opening the door, then gasping as he shoved her against the wall and kissed her passionately. In his fantasies, he would then either bend her over her kitchen counter and fuck her from behind, or he would push her to her knees and fuck her mouth.

Of course, when push came to shove, they were just fantasies, and if they ever really met in person again, Frank would probably be too nervous to do little more than try to mumble a greeting and stare bashfully at his feet. Being very aware of this, Frank had decided to do the next best thing: be a creepy stalker. And so, here he was, sitting in the small wooded area just outside the backyard of cozy looking two-story house where he had calculated his hero lived in when she was “off duty.”

He had parked his car a few blocks away and snuck into the woods by coming through the back yard of an abandoned property. The woods went right up to the backyard of his heroes abode, and he even found a nice little nook between the trees where he could sit down while staying pretty well hidden. He seemed to be in luck; not having any idea when she might show up, he was full prepared to make this an all day, possibly multiple trip endeavor. However, he apparently only had to wait an hour.