From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank)
Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (12 of 17)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
The ensuing vocal protests wailed about me like a screeching wind.
I heard Amy's voice pleading for me not to stop. Offering to do anything
I wanted if I would only continue. But I wasn't paying attention to her.
I was watching Angelica.
"NoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Not now! Not when she's so close!"
Angelica screamed at me. Her face contorted in anger. Her eyes shim-
mered, at first darkening, then changing to a sickly yellow.
I felt a knot of fear grow in my belly as I suddenly remembered how
her face had transformed into that hideous monster early that evening.
Whatever passion I had been feeling up to that moment suddenly vanished.
I felt my harden shaft shrivel, as my heart beat wildly within the
confines of my ribs. My mind screamed at me to flee. But my body
refused to obey, frozen by the fear that was consuming me.
I watched, mesmerized, as Angelica's emotions clearly showed upon
her face-- frustration, anger and hatred. And I felt them, felt them as
clearly as if they were my own. Somehow I was able to experience what
Angelica was feeling. As she felt what I had been doing to Amy. As she
had felt what I felt when we had made love the night before.
With a clarity that surprised me, I suddenly realized that the
monster not only fed upon people's blood, but also on their feelings,
both emotional as well as physical. And somehow I was acting as a
conduit, an amplifier, increasing the intensity of those feelings. Not
just an amplifier, but a receiver as well. I could feel Angelica's
anger. I could feel Amy's physical frustration as well as her mental
confusion.
Angelica scrambled over Amy's body, grabbing my head between her
hands. "Now, now, my precious. We will have time to figure this all out
later. Right now, you have more pressing matters to concern yourself
with. I will not be cheated. I have gone without for too long. You
will finish what you've started, my precious. I do not need you,
willingly, in the link. But it is so much better if you do not resist."
Angelica gently stroked my cheek as she added, "I can make you feel
whatever I want. Pain..." My breath caught in my throat as pain
exploded across my consciousness. It was as if an invisible hand had
suddenly grabbed my testicles and was crushing them. "Or uncontrollable
lust.." As quickly as she said the words, the pain was replaced with a
intense physical hunger. I reached for her, wanting to fuck her until we
both passed out from the exertion.
"Yes, precious. We both want that, don't we? As does this sweet
thing beneath us. Can't you feel her need? And feeling it, doesn't it
inflame your need even more? Just think how much more her orgasm will
add to your own pleasure. Just think how much my satisfaction will add
to both."
Suddenly I didn't feel anything. That wasn't not quite true. I
still felt fear, confusion. I was feeling my own feelings. But I no
longer felt what she had been making me feel. My mind cast about,
searching for something else. I sensed Amy's frustration. I narrowed my
concentration and the girl's feelings became more intense. Her feelings
were all inward, as if she was oblivious to what was going on between me
and Angelica.
"She feels what I allow her to," Angelica explained. "She is easier
to control than you, not having your abilities."
I casted a questioning look toward Angelica.
"You don't even realize the talent you have," she chuckled. "You
are an Empath. You can feel what others feel. That is a rare talent
among the Living. But even more unique, is your ability to make others
feel what you want them to feel."
I wanted to deny what she was saying. But the protest died on my
lips as my mind dredged up past memories. I always did seem to have a
knack for knowing what people were really thinking. Over the years, more
than one person had jokingly accused me of reading their minds. And most
of my lovers had always praised me for seeming to know just what it was
they liked the best.
But being able to make others feel what I wanted them to feel? Okay
so maybe I was more perceptive than most people. It didn't mean I was
some sort of freak with special mental talent. I didn't really feel other
people's emotions. And I certainly didn't make others feel the way I
wanted them to feel. Angelica was wrong. This was just kind of a trick
to confuse me. It was something she was doing. Something she needed for
her own ends.
"You can deny your talent all you want," Angelica said. "But it
exists. Did you not feel her need? Did you not sense my anger?"
"I didn't need any special ability to see your anger or her frustra-
tion," I replied. "And it was you who made me feel the rest, just like
you made me feel the pain."
"You dare doubt me?" she snapped. Again I felt her anger wash
across my consciousness. Only to have it replaced by a calmness. "I will
show you. Let your mind open to mine. Follow what I am doing," she
said.
I felt a presence on the outer fringes of my consciousness. It no
form. It was like a soft gentle breeze that blew across your skin on a
hot summer night. It was difficult to focus on it. I tried to narrow in
on it, only to have it fade.
"No. Don't think about it," Angelica said softly. "Just feel. Let
your conscious mind free itself from its physical anchors. Don't look
outward. Allow your feelings to open up. Just flow with it."
I tried to clear my mind of all thoughts. I closed my eyes and
looked inward with my mind. I listened to my breathing, the beating of
my heart. I could sense the chilling tentacles of my fear radiating
outward from my center. Mentally, I pushed them back, lessening their
effect. As the mass which was my fear diminished, I felt stronger, more
in control. With one mental thrust, I extinguished the fear completely.
Deeper I went within myself until I tasted the remnants of my
earlier physical lust. My mind grasped at the fragments and began
molding them into a single form. I felt my body respond with increased
desire. I cradled the form within my mind, stroking and caressing it. A
burst of pure pleasure spread throughout my groin.
"Not now," a voice echoed from without. My pleasure flared briefly
and then went out like a doused fire. "Follow me. Watch what I do,"
Angelica instructed.
Reluctantly, I turned my consciousness outward, searching again for
the form I had felt earlier. This time it was clear within my mind.
Like a small flickering flame, all orange and red, it danced just out of
my reach. I moved after it and was pleased as it grew closer. But as it
was just in reach, it moved away from me.
I tried to move more quickly toward it. I sensed it was Angelica.
Or at least a part of her. It gave off a sick, cold essence that chilled
me. Again I felt the knot of fear. I quickly pushed the fear aside, and
continued after her.
I sensed a second form near by. It glowed weakly, pulsing with a
pale bluish hue. Diverting my attention from Angelica, my mind sought
this second entity. A feeling of frustration filled me. I fought it,
realizing it was coming from Amy. As I examined her essence, I saw she
was locked within some sort of a loop which prevented her from feeling
anything else. How I understood this, I didn't know.
From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (13 of 17) Date: 6 Jan 93 01:21:38 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada
Angelica's presence joined us. "Now watch," the distance voice
counselled. I felt a mental probe emanate from the form that was
Angelica and drift toward Amy's. In my mind's eye, the probe resembled a
slender silvery thread. It wrapped itself around Amy. I watched as a
series of luminescent flashes of red streaked down the thread to wash
over the captured form. The color slowly changed from pale blue to
pink.
I sensed Amy's frustration recede as it was replaced with the first
hint of sexual arousal. Another series of red lights flew along the
thread and Amy's emotions responded with heightened pleasure. I felt my
own pleasure respond in sympathy. As if from a great distance, I heard a
low moan. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from Amy.
"All you need do is reach out and transmit the feeling you want,"
said the hollow voice. "You can change it as quickly as your mind can
conceive of another feeling. Like this.."
I watched as deep violet lights zipped along to engulf Amy's
essence. As quickly, the feelings of physical pleasure were turned into
ones of pain. And as quickly, Amy's moans had turned into cries of pain.
Somehow I had to stop Angelica. Without conscious thought, I mentally
thrusted forward trying to counter Angelica's tampering and ease the
girl's pain.
Two silver threads shot out from my center. One attaching itself to
Angelica, and the other reached toward Amy. A series of black flashes
flew outward, encompassing Angelica. The force of the attack caused her
to relinquish her hold on the girl. While I fought to hold her in check,
I reached out to Amy, replacing the pain with a feeling of pleasant
contentment.
Suddenly I was slammed hard, not mentally, but physically. I flew
off the bed, and landed on the floor several feet away. I looked up to
see Angelica standing over me, her anger slamming against my mind.
"You dare attack me? You? If I did not have greater plans for you,
I would kill you right here."
Fear engulfed me, my heart beating so fast, I was sure it would
burst. I tried to reach down and control the fear as I had done before.
But I found the way blocked.
"You surprised me by how quickly you learn. And by how strong you
are for one of the Living. But you have not yet reached your full
strength. And even when you do, I doubt you will be a match for me. For
now, I find your weak attempts amusing." Suddenly I doubled over, as a
horrible pain ripped through my body. "But never forget who is the
stronger," I heard Angelica chuckle through my pain-fogged consciousness.
I lay crippled with pain, whimpering in fear, unable to do anything.
My mind somehow realized these feelings were not natural, but rather
imposed on it by Angelica. Again and again I tried to control my
feelings as I had done earlier. But each attempt failed. In desper-
ation, I launched another mental attack at her.
Angelica swayed on her feet momentarily before she was able to
nullify my attack. "Ah, my precious, you are a strong one. But come, we
need not fight." Suddenly both fear and pain left me. In their place
was a deep feeling of contentment. "We are destined to be allies, you
and I."
Angelica reached down and grasped me under the arms. With no more
effort than picking up a bag of dried leaves, she raised me to my feet
and carried me back to the bed. Setting me down between Amy's legs, she
one again straddled the girl.
"Now where were we? Ah, yes, this sweet thing was just about to
have an orgasm, wasn't she?" I sensed an immediate change in Amy.
Almost instantaneously, she went from a passive state to one of full
sexually arousal. "Aaaaaahhhh, yes," Angelica moaned. "Now, you were
about to bring her to release, weren't you?."
I lay there, doing nothing. Suddenly the invisible hand was once
again grasping my testicles. I yelped in pain. "I can do this without
your conscious aid. It won't be as satisfying for me. But I promise it
will be very painful for you."
Trying to fight the pain, I still did nothing. "And painful for
her," Angelica threatened as Amy suddenly started howling in pain. I
reached out mentally to change the girl's pain to something else, but
Angelica was prepared for me this time. She easily blocked my amateurish
attempt while increasing the level of pain we were experiencing.
Defeated, I gasped, "Okay... Stop... I'll do what you want. Just don't
hurt the girl any more."
The pain disappeared. I lay there, gasping for breath as if I had
just run the mile. I probed the girl beneath me, only to find that
Angelica had her held firmly in her control. At least Amy wasn't aware
of how she was being manipulated and used.
"Now let's start again," Angelica purred. "Poor Amy here, does so
want to cum, don't you, my sweet?"
"Oh god, yes. Please stick them back in," Amy pleaded, rasing her
hips to me.
I was momentarily surprised to hear Amy. Once again she was con-
scious, fully aroused, just as she was before my little interlude with
Angelica. Reluctantly, I reinserted my thumb in her still wet vagina,
and began to finger-fuck her.
"And your finger. Stick it in her ass," Angelica commanded. Again
I complied. Soon Amy was moaning uncontrollably in response. I reached
out mentally to see if her reactions were her own or induced by Angelica.
I found no evidence of tampering this time.
I watched as Angelica again mimicked Any's movements. Despite the
situation, I found myself aroused. There was something extremely
stimulating in knowing you were turning on two women at the same time. I
lowered my face between Amy's legs. My mouth and tongue sought out her
enlarged clit. As my tongue flicked across the tender nub, simultaneous
groans issued from the two women.
"That's it, my preciousssssssssssssss," Angelica groaned. "I can
feel it. She is starting to cum. More attention to her clit."
My thumb and finger moved in and out of Amy's twin holes more
rapidly. I gently grasped her clit between my teeth, as my tongue
continued to flick against the throbbing morsel of flesh. I sent my mind
deep into her center until I located the bright blazing feelings of
pleasure she was experiencing. I drew them to me and re-channelled them
to Angelica.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," Angelica sobbed. "Yes, my precious. Yes.
that's the way. God, it has been too long. Fuck the whore. Fuck me."
My own pleasure soared as I continued to channel Amy's physical
pleasure to Angelica. I reached out to Angelica and augmented the stolen
pleasure with a mental boost. Her hands tore at her vagina as her hips
thrashed about wildly. Her moans grew in volume until they filled the
room.
Amy finally crested, her orgasm bursting across her senses. Wave
after wave of pure physical ecstasy washed across my awareness as I
continued to channel Amy's feelings to Angelica. Both women screamed as
they finally achieved release. Caught up in the pleasure of their mutual
climax, I continued to furiously finger fuck and suck Amy's cunt.
From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (14 of 17) Date: 6 Jan 93 01:22:59 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada
I couldn't believe how intense Amy's climax was. Until I realized
that I had been augmenting it, too. Slowly, I withdrew my mental
augmentation, allowing the girl to ride out the rest of her climax
naturally. Turning my full attention to Angelica, I gave one final
mental push, sending her over the edge in one blinding burst of savage
pleasure.
Angelica let out one final howl of ecstasy and collapsed across the
girl. Amy moaned softly, herself just bordering unconsciousness. With
Angelica's final orgasm, the link between us was severed. I lay there,
breathing heavily, feeling again as if I had sprinted a mile. The room
was silent except for our heavy, exhausted breathing.
Angelica was the first to stir. "That was fantastic, my precious.
You should only know how long it has been since I experienced anything
like that. I knew there was something special about you that first
night. Which is why I didn't kill you."
She moved closer to me and pressed her mouth hard against mine.
Reflexively, I responded. Her tongue slipped past my lips to caress the
inside of my mouth. Her hands stroked my face and hair, as she broke the
kiss.
"Poor you, my precious. All this work and still you have not found
release. But we will rectify that soon, I promise. Move back a bit and
I will get this whore ready for you. Ready for the best fuck in her
sweet, short life."
Still dazed, I did as instructed. Angelica laid on top of Amy, her
head resting on the blond triangle of pubic hair. She ran a hand along
the sopping wet slit, and was rewarded by Amy spreading her legs wider.
She gently pulled the outer vaginal lips apart revealing the now deep
pink center. Her head bent further downward as she pressed her mouth
against the wet flesh.
Amy obviously enjoyed what Angelica was doing as she again began to
make soft cooing sounds. But I couldn't see anything with Angelica's
head in the way. I shifted my position on the bed in hopes of improving
my view. But it didn't help.
Sensing my dissatisfaction, Angelica raised her face from Amy's
center. A teasing smile played on her face, slick with the girl's
secretions. "Poor precious. You can't see anything, can you? And you
do get so turned on watching two women go at it, don't you? All these
years, you've felt threatened by your girlfriend and her female lovers.
When what you really wanted deep down was to watch, and maybe participate
as they made love. Well tonight, you can do both. Tonight and every
night from now on."
Angelica grasped Amy's hips and rolled over sideways. Amy was
forced to follow until their positions were reversed-- Amy on top with
Angelica underneath. I felt a twinge of excitement in my groin as I
stared at Amy's firm buttocks and thighs. Angelica prodded the girl to
move her hips, thus centering the sweet vagina above her face.
"There, my precious. Can you see better now? Can you see my tongue
lick this sweet flesh, like this? Can you see her hot center as I stick
my tongue in it, like this? Listen to her. Hear how she whimpers with
delight? Does it turn you on? Does it make you hot to watch me eat her
cunt?"
It did. My shaft was fully erect. God, I could never remember
being as hard, or as hot as I was now, watching Angelica lick and suck
Amy's wet box. This wasn't the mentally induced passion of earlier.
This was pure, animal lust. A primeval urge, free of civilized notions
of love and gentleness. I wanted to fuck, had to fuck.
All thoughts but one fled my conscious mind as I moved between Amy's
spread legs. My hands roughly grasped her hips and pulled her backward
until my shaft pressed hard against her opening. With one thrust, I
embedded myself deep inside her. The tightness of her vaginal walls
sheathed my rampant rod like a tight pair of gloves.
Amy cried out at the brutality of my action. But I didn't care.
Again and again I withdrew and slammed back in her tight, hot hole.
Searing streams of burning liquid pleasure ran along my shaft to burst
deep within my scrotum each time I forced my way inside her. My scrotum
constricted and I felt the first burning surge of climax build up inside
me.
A voice intruded into my lust-filled world. "NO! Not yet, my
precious. Control it. Allow us to catch up first. There is much more
pleasure in getting there. And when we are all ready, it will be even
stronger, I promise. Control it. Don't let it end so quickly."
I tried to ignore the voice. I was so close. But my concentration
had been broken and my movements faltered. The break in the rhythm
caused the impending climax to recede. And with it, the primeval single-
mindedness.
I felt a twinge of guilt over my actions. I always prided myself on
being a gentle lover, not a brutish, selfish one. My partner's satisfac-
tion was always my primary concern in any love-making session. But here
I had forgotten Amy and her needs. I had never acted like this before.
I checked to see if Angelica had been tampering again with my
feelings. But I could find no evidence that she had. Why had I
responded the way I did? Was this a side of my personality that I had
somehow managed to suppress over the years? Or was it that I was somehow
being influenced By Angelica? I didn't know the answers. And wasn't all
that sure I wanted to know them, either.
"Jesus," exclaimed Amy. "I thought you were trying to split me in
two. Hey, I like a good fuck as much as the next girl. But I already
told you I'm not into the rough shit. I think I've given both of you
your money's worth. Maybe I should just split, and leave you two to your
fun and games."
During my bout of self-analysis, my erection had deflated and
slipped from Amy's vagina. I was tired. And I wasn't all that inter-
ested any more. Maybe now would be a good time to take the girl back to
her street corner.
"Not just yet my sweet," Angelica said. "We couldn't possibly let
you go. Not while you're still unsatisfied."
"No, I'm fine," Amy answered quickly. "Really I am. I can't
remember ever cumming as much as.... Oooooooohhhhhhhhh" she suddenly
moaned.
I could sense Angelica as she manipulated Amy's sudden arousal.
"Don't!" I protested. "Let the girl alone. Don't you think we've done
enough to her already?"
"But she doesn't really want to leave us just yet. And more
importantly, I don't want her to leave. You have yet to fuck us, my
precious. And sweet Amy here does so want you to fuck her. Don't you
Amy?"
"God yes. I never felt this horny before. Fuck me. God fuck me!
Stick it in me again. Please?"
"And if I refused?" I challenged Angelica.
"You are head-strong, aren't you? Do you think I'd really give you
the choice? Do I need to remind you of the pain? Or of the lust I can
make you feel, with but the simplest thought?"
I couldn't win. She would have me do what she wanted whether I
agreed or not. I saw no other choice but to do what she wanted. And
hopefully, get it over with quickly. Reluctantly, I grasped my limp
penis and tried to massage some life back into it.
From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (15 of 17) Date: 6 Jan 93 21:51:51 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada
"My poor precious. So much to have to deal with in one evening.
Here let me help you," Angelica offered as she lifted her head up between
Amy's legs and took my shaft between her lips. Her tongue traced the
crown of my gland as her mouth gently sucked.
At first I was sure there was no response left in me. But I had
forgotten Angelica's ability. As my shaft hardened within her mouth, I
sought evidence that she was manipulating me as she had Amy. But there
was none. I was responding simply to her expert oral ministrations.
Once I was fully erect, Angelica released my shaft from her mouth.
Grasping it firmly in her hand, she guided me to Amy's slit. Amy
urgently pressed back against me, forcing my shaft inside. Now it was
she who slammed against me in her need.
"Stop it," I snapped at Angelica. "If I have to act as your stud,
at least let it be natural, without all this mind crap."
"Afraid your pride will be hurt?" Angelica teased? "Are you sure
you can do it without my help?"
"Yes damn it. Now let her act normally. Or I'll do everything I
can to make sure you feel as little of it as possible."
"As if we believed we could," Angelica replied, her hand reaching up
and squeezing my testicles.
I squirmed in pain. But I wasn't going to give in on this. "You may
be stronger than me. But are you that much stronger that you can counter
my attacks, manipulate both of us, and still channel into yourself those
feelings you want so much?" To prove my point, I drew out my pain and
redirected it to Angelica. Angelica's eyes widened, and she let out a
small yelp. I quickly shut down the link between us. "Let the girl
alone. And I promise you will feel everything you want, everything you
need."
"I don't understand you," Angelica said softly, releasing her hold
on my testicles. "You go to all this trouble for this little whore? She
is nothing. Just a lost soul with no place to go."
"I mean it, Angelica. Either allow this to happen naturally, or I
will fight you with every ounce of this hideous talent you have shown me
tonight."
"Do as you will," Angelica said in disgust. "Either way I will have
what I need tonight. And you still have much to learn," she laughed
softly.
I didn't understand her laughter. But I did feel her withdraw her
influence from Amy. Damn, I swore as I realized she had removed all
sexual arousal from the girl. I could feel panic and anxiety flare in
the girl now that she was no longer under Angelica's control. I sent
forth a mental touch to counter these feelings. First I did what I could
to quite the girl's fears. Then I redirected the anxiety until it was
more a physical yearning. Lightly, I gave her level of arousal a gentle
push.
"Very well done, my precious. You do learn quickly. Just imagine
what you could do once you've had more practice."
I chose to ignore Angelica. I started slowly to move in and out of
Amy's slit, carefully monitoring her feelings. Once I was sure her fears
had vanished, and her physical arousal matched that of my doing, I
withdrew my control from hers. Her feelings finally her own, her
reactions to my love-making appeared normal.
Again I found her tightness extremely exciting. I didn't know how
long she had been working the streets, but I suspected it couldn't have
been long. Briefly, I wondered what had led her to this life. I felt a
twinge of guilt flare inside me. Instead of trying to help her, here I
was fucking the girl.
My thoughts were shattered as Angelica flicked her tongue against my
shaft as it continued to slide in and out of Amy. A shiver of pleasure
ran down my spine as Angelica's mouth slide along my rampant shaft to
where it entered Amy's vagina. Amy moaned loudly as Angelica's tongue
lashed out against her clitoris.
I grasped Amy's hips and increased my tempo. As I looked down, the
sight of the girl's firm buttocks slamming against my pelvis only
increased my lust. I could see Angelica's face beneath as she continued
to tease both of us with her mouth and tongue. Dismayed, I felt the
beginnings of my eruption.
"Not yet, precious. Control it. You said you could do this without
my assistance. If you don't feel up to it, I can take over," Angelica
taunted.
I reached down inside myself and give my level of arousal a small
tweak. Damn too much, I swore as I felt my lust drastically diminish. I
narrowed my control and gave another tweak. There! Satisfied that I
wasn't about to lose control, I returned my attention to the two women.
Amy was near. Her hips slamming against me as she strove for
release. Angelica continued her oral attention to both my shaft and
Amy's clit. She was being true to our agreement, allowing what happened
to occur naturally, without her mental interference.
Time to do my part. I reached down and drew Amy's pleasure to me.
I felt a surge of lust in my loins. Quickly, I made the necessary
adjustments and redirected the raw feelings toward Angelica. I found the
added concentration necessary for this worked to my advantage as it kept
my own arousal in check.
My shaft continued to piston in and out of Amy. Angelica's mouth
concentrated on Amy's clit. The poor girl was going crazy. "God, I feel
it," she groaned as she pressed back against me. "Christ, I'm gonna cum
again."
I felt her climax as it began to crest. Again I channelled the raw
physical passions to Angelica as promised. I could hear her moaning
uncontrollably now. "Just a bit more, my precious. God, please let it
happen. I can feel it. I can really feel it. AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahHHHHHH!"
The dam burst. Both women cried out in ecstasy as Amy's climax
flooded the senses of all three of us. I had all I could do to keep my
own climax from happening. I had decided Amy deserved one more.
Amy was sobbing as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm. "I never
knew it could be like this... God... I'm still cumming.... Ooooooohhhh,
it's like... like my insides are going crazy. Can you feel it? My
cunt's going crazy. God, it feels good."
I continued to slam into her. Her vaginal walls spasmed fiercely as
her climax continued. And as I mentally probed deep inside her, I could
feel the start of a second climax. I decided the girl deserved something
extra special after all the shit we had put her through. So I gave her
pending climax a boost. If nothing else, she would never forget the
lovemaking tonight.
Angelica felt what I did. "Yes, precious. Make the next one real
special. This will be the final one for all of us."
Each time my rampant shaft delved deep in Amy's slit, I could feel
Angelica's mouth as it sucked and licked the girl's clit. I could no
longer concentrate on channelling to Angelica and controlling my own
orgasm. I had never lasted this long before. But now I was going to
enjoy myself. I grasped Amy's buttocks and lifted her so I could
penetrate her more deeply.
The room filled with our moans as we all raced toward the finish
line. Sweat dripped from my face. My lungs strained to fill with air.
I could feel my climax building deep within my scrotum. I check on Amy
and saw she was just about ready to explode.
From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Fallen Angel (16 of 17) Date: 6 Jan 93 21:55:51 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada
A few more strokes were all I could manage before my climax erupted.
I reached down inside of Amy and shoved her over the edge. As she came
again, I lost all control. I swore my insides were erupting as spurt
after spurt of hot cum exploded from my shaft. Amy went bananas as her
orgasm tore through her body. My hips moved with increasing speed as I
tried to keep up with her. Briefly, I wondered how Angelica was doing
beneath us. She certainly had to be taking a beating with Amy's wild
gyrations.
Suddenly Amy's movement stilled. I was too lost in my own pleasure
to notice. Then I felt an icy cold stab of pain. I grabbed my chest
where Angelica had left her mark twice before. And as had happened each
time before, the pain was quickly replaced with that same warm pleasant
feeling. It took a few seconds before I realized I wasn't experiencing
these sensations myself. I was in fact feeling what Amy was going
through.
I quickly extracted myself from Amy's vagina. Looking down, I saw
Angelica had again transformed into the monster that was her true self.
She had bitten deep into Amy's thigh, tapping an artery. I knelt there
dumbstruck as I watched my fallen angel suck the life's blood from the
girl. And again my entire body was consumed by the most exquisite raw
physical pleasure I had ever known. Every nerve ending in my body
screamed in ecstasy as the world collapsed inward driving me into utter
blackness.
------o0o------
The sun had set about an hour ago. I stood outside my old apartment
building, gazing up at what used to be my bedroom window. I wondered how
Ellie was doing. Whether she had found someone else, some one who wasn't
as selfish or as prideful as I had been. I wanted so much to see her one
last time. To hold her, to make love to her. To tell her how much I
loved her. But that was not to be. Ever!
Had it only been two weeks ago we had that silly argument? Only two
weeks since I was first introduced to Hell by my fallen Angel? My
beautiful, sensuous Angelica, the vampire. My own personal Lillith,
tempting me to further and deeper degradation.
I remember that first night with the young prostitute. What was her
name? Alice? Annie? What did it matter. She was dead. Just like all
the others. Dead and used. Used to appease Angelica's sexual lust. And
then for Angelica's blood lust.
I still didn't fully understand why I was alive. Or why Angelica
hadn't killed me that first night like she has all the others. Somehow I
was cursed with a talent. And Angelica discovered that talent and bent
it to her needs.
Angelica could control people to a certain extent. A kind of
hypnosis that she could exert over someone very near. She could make you
feel what she wanted. She had greater control over you once she had bit
you, drank deeply of your blood. She fed on human blood. Without it,
she could not survive. But she also fed on the feelings-- the pain, the
pleasure, the happiness and the horror. She could feel none of these
things first hand.
Until she discovered my little talent. I could make her feel all
these and more. She craved these feelings as much as she craved the
blood. And she used my talent and me each night to satisfy her cravings
for both. She only took a little of my blood each night. I suspect to
maintain her control over me. The true blood lust she satisfied with
whatever poor soul we picked up for the night.
But the craving for feelings, physical as well as emotional, she
used me as much as the victim. The first few nights were almost purely
sexual in nature. But she wasn't satisfied with just that. She wanted
to feel the whole spectrum of human feelings once again. Pain, fear,
terror, revulsion, sadness, happiness and even hatred. A shudder ran
down my spine as I remembered the things we had done.
I wanted to blame my participation in these horrors on Angelica and
her control. But I wasn't sure it had all been her doing. Somewhere
deep inside me was this dark, vile creature who ventured forth under
Angelica's guidance. I was becoming more like her everyday.
Er..... Screwed that up... Sorry folks.. There ain't no number 17. Someday i'll learn how to count and read.
Flying Yank
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