Avatar 2
Chapter 19
Bill did indeed attend the ritual on the eleventh. And he wasn't the
only one to attend. Of course, the Circle was there, but Joan, Sandy, Ellen and
Kim also showed up.
It was a nice, quiet ceremony. Intimate. Once the circle was opened,
Ken looked around and wondered why no one had noticed that one of their number
was no longer there. Lea, who had lead the ritual, was nowhere to be seen, and
no one even commented on it. Well, She was a Goddess, after all.
When Jane and Ari came to him, offering food and wine, their kisses were
filled with heat. It wasn't long before Bill was the last thing on Ken's mind.
Looking over, just before Ari's slick pussy descended on his mouth, he didn't
think that Bill was thinking any deep thoughts either. Not with Tina riding his
pole while Genie sat on his face.
Something hot and slippery encased his own rigid pole -- Jane, sliding
down to his base. He could feel the spear of pain in her body from his thick
cock forcibly opening her, and her answering feelings of lust. It had been too
long since she'd been played with and his slave was getting restless.
Ari shifted her hips, and he was able to slide one finger in her back
hole while his tongue danced over her swollen clit. She moaned, her passion
swallowed by the kisses from her wife, who was none-too-gently squeezing and
pulling on Ari's nipples. Eventually, the small teen found herself face-down on
the ground as Ken slid into her from behind. Her face was resting on Jane's
pussy, which she was eagerly licking. Actually, eagerly biting from the sounds
of Jane's pleasure; just licking her there wouldn't cause her to make sounds
like that.
It was quite late when they finished their impromptu orgy, but
everyone, with the possible exception of Jane, was sated and happy. Despite the
orgasms she'd had, Ken could still feel the restlessness in her body, and he
knew he'd have to do something about it sooner rather than later. It wouldn't
do to have one of his wives dissatisfied.
The next day Ken made some calls to make the arrangements, deciding that
Friday night would be a good night to shoot for. Very good, as it turned out.
He grinned, thinking of how much fun this little outing was going to be.
That Thursday, his car was finally ready, so he drove on down to pick it
up. He'd gotten used to the big Humvee, which made him feel vaguely guilty
despite the fact that it didn't run on gas. Someone with a 'Love Your Mother'
bumper sticker on her car had actually cursed him out in a parking lot. He
hadn't had the heart to tell her that even his un-modified BMW probably ran
cleaner than her fifteen-year-old Volvo, which, as she drove off, belched black
smoke in his direction. Maybe diesel was exempt from damaging the planet?
Anyway, Sandy, Helen and Davyn were all at the shop when he arrived. He
gave Sandy a big kiss and hug, and Helen stepped up to him with an expectant
look on her face. To his surprise, he was unable to escape with just a quick
kiss on her cheek as she caught his lips squarely on hers. While lingering, the
kiss had no tongue. Ken, being what he was, was easily able to read the
somewhat subtle invitation from the woman. He gave no hint of his surprise,
though, and moved to Davyn to shake his hand.
"Nice to see you folks," beamed Ken.
He felt no jealousy from Davyn, although he suspected that the man knew
what was behind his wife's kiss. Ken was somewhat at a loss. It wasn't that
Helen was unattractive. She was very attractive. But he really didn't think it
was a good idea to follow through, even by dipping into her fantasies. Besides
which, she couldn't possibly know how easily he'd been able to read her
intentions.
Davyn and Sandy took some time to show him what they'd done to his X5.
When he took it on the test drive, he was amazed. Sure, the acceleration before
had been smooth and fast, but now it felt like he was driving a sports car.
"We did make a number of changes to the suspension," said Davyn.
"Suffice it to say that you won't be able to pop into the nearest BMW dealer to
get anything but the oil changed. And even that might be a problem, since it
takes a different amount of oil now."
They talked for a short while longer, then Ken wrote out a check and
left, enjoying the feel of what felt like a completely different car. Well, he
thought, change the suspension and the engine, and it might as well *be* a new
car. He made a quick stop on the way home to ensure that everything was set up
for tomorrow night, then it was over to the flight lesson.
As usual, that was fantastic, especially since the instructor mentioned
that if Ken just got in a few more hours, he'd be ready to solo in the absolute
minimum time allowed by law. That made him happy, even though he knew that he
wouldn't be able to tell Arianwen about it.
Once he got home, it was time to start preparing Jane.
"Jane, hon," he said, finding her at one of the computer terminals in
the lab, "did you have any plans for tomorrow?"
"Not that I can think of, Master," she said in a distracted voice. "Any
special time?"
"No. I pretty much expect to use you for the whole day," he responded
in a light tone.
Light or not, she caught his mood, and it lit a fire in her belly. She
quickly turned, her deep blue eyes beginning to look smoky. Oh yes, he thought.
This was the right decision. She was gonna love what he had in mind.
"May I ask how Master is planning to use his slave?" she said.
"Nope," he smiled, leaning in to kiss her.
He knew that not knowing what he had planned would add to her
excitement. Her kiss was very hungry, and got more so as he crushed her nipple
between his fingertips. She was actually panting when he walked away.
After dinner that evening, Arianwen slid into her husband's lap.
"So, Master," she said squirming, "what do you have planned for our
wife?"
He told her, and the petite redhead's eyes glowed. "Oh, I can't wait
for that."
"Ari, love, I don't think that you'll be able to come," said Ken.
"Why not?" she asked, surprised.
"Think about where it's going to happen."
"What? Oh.. damn. That's not fair," she pouted.
"Why the long face?" he asked. "This is more her thing than yours,
isn't it?"
"Well, maybe. If nothing else, I'd absolutely love to watch. Who
knows? Maybe it could become my 'thing'" she smiled. "Anyway, if I can't come
with you, then are you planning on taking care of me tonight?"
"Actually," smiled Ken as Annette wandered up, "I'd already thought of
that."
Ari felt a strong hand grip her hair, which guided her out of Ken's lap.
She gasped as Annette's fingers got a firm grip on one nipple ring and pulled
up, forcing the girl to stand on her tiptoes.
"So, little Minx," smiled Annette. "My Master has given me permission
to play with you tonight. And since you owe me, I thought we could start, oh...
about now."
Arianwen's eyes were glazed with lust. Her Goddess' gift ensured that
her nipples were very rich with nerves leading directly to the pleasure center
in her brain. Harsh nipple play really, really excited her.
"Do you remember how much you wanted to do... certain things for me?"
asked the Priestess.
"Not sure what things you mean," gasped Ari.
Annette now had a good grip on each of the teen's swollen nipples and
was pulling up even harder, stretching the girl's small breasts. She was really
getting off on this, and was a bit unfocused.
"Well," smiled Annette, as she guided Ari to her knees, "let me give you
a hint." She grabbed Ari's hair and guided her mouth between her legs. "I'm
willing to bet Master Ken will punish you a lot if you spill any on the rug."
Arianwen moaned with lust as her eager tongue began lapping Annette's
shaved, very wet, sex. When Annette slightly repositioned her mouth, Ari knew
exactly what she intended. Hot fluid filled her mouth, and Arianwen didn't miss
a single drop.
It was midnight of that same night that Jane found herself hanging from
her wrists in the playroom. Her legs were spread by a wide bar, and only the
very tips of her toes were able to reach the ground. She was soaked with sweat
and her body was striped from neck to knees with welts from the single tail.
Some of the welts, especially the ones on her mons and breasts, were bleeding.
She was trembling, desperately trying not to cum. She didn't have permission.
Gary and Ken fucked her fore and aft, the men coordinating their strokes
in her pussy and asshole, and generally fucking the shit out of her with no
regard for the strain on her body. Hands spread her salty sweat over the cuts
left by the whip, causing her skin to burn and sting, not to mention that her
lower holes had barely enough room to fit one cock of Gary's size, never mind
one in each hole. It was agonizing and so sexually arousing that she was
begging to cum. To no avail.
When they finished with her, she was taken down and put into a very
tight, leather mummy bag. Electronic stims were attached to her clit and nipple
rings, the arches of her feet and under each arm. Once she was zipped up, the
only way for her to get air was a rather thin tube in her mouth. Ken set up the
laptop to control the current being applied to her body. It was by no means
constant, and would sometimes stay off almost long enough for her to fall
asleep. Sometimes it was a gentle tickle, and sometimes an agonizing shock.
For Jane, unable to move and having no idea of the time, it would be a very long
night. Gary eventually went off to sleep, but Ken stayed up with Jane. It
wasn't a matter of safety. While he'd never do this to someone not of the
Circle -- and maybe not even to Jane off the property where Lea couldn't
intervene (at least, he assumed She couldn't) -- for Jane this was perfectly
safe. Insanely intense, but he'd yet to find anything of that nature she didn't
like. He wondered if he should start getting into other forms of play with her,
like play piercing, breath play or even some fire play. Besides, he really
didn't need the sleep, and he enjoyed the energy she was throwing off like a
torch, caused by her intense sexual arousal. Ken eventually did doze for an hour
toward morning, but that was more than enough to refresh him.
Arianwen walked into the room, looking a little sleepy.
"Morning, Master," she said in a husky voice.
"Good morning, Minx," he smiled, noting her arousal. "You sound like
you didn't just spend the entire night with Annette."
"It's Jane's fault. She's putting out enough lust to power a city."
That was true. Ken felt like the air was vibrating in response to his
wife's desperate need for an orgasm and her immense pleasure at being denied
that release.
"I have to go to class today, and while I'm away, I'll need someone to
look after her."
"Oh, I can do that," smiled Ari with a lazy, sensual smile.
"She's not to cum," admonished Ken. "And either she stays in a cage, or
she's otherwise tightly bound, okay?"
"Mmmm. I like that. Maybe I can volunteer for something like this soon?
Well, not the whipping part, at least not as hard as you guys did her, but I
might want to try something like what she's experiencing now."
"I'm sure we can think of something appropriate," smiled Ken.
Before he left, Jane was let out about an hour later with him, Arianwen
and Eric watching. She looked like a bit of a mess, but was glowing with
happiness. And horniness. They made her squat over a bowl to pee, then made
her drink it. That almost made her cum since, for her, drinking pee at
someone's order was one of the most submissive things she could do. Unlike
Arianwen, she didn't like it for its own sake, but she did it because the level
of humiliation and submissiveness turned her on something fierce. Of course, no
one, not even Arianwen, knew why Ari liked pee play as much as she did.
When Ken got home from class, he ate and cleaned himself up. Jane was
in a cage out by the pool. It was the smallest cage she could fit in, and the
piercings through her nipples and clit were tightly tied to the front bars.
Even trying to relieve the strain of the metal against her skin tugged her
piercings in a bad but oh-so-good way.
"Have you fed her?" asked Ken.
"Only cock," replied Sally, who was sitting outside enjoying the sun --
and Jane's lust. "Water, too. And I think Ari peed on her once or twice. You
know Ari."
They chucked over that and Ken squatted in front of the cage. "Are you
ready to serve me?" he asked.
"However Master wishes, his slave will serve," she replied.
Oh yeah, she was really into subspace. She was completely healed from
last night. Ken wondered if, considering how much energy she was generating,
she'd been unable to keep from healing.
"Good," he smiled. "I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have in mind. Ari
will be here soon to clean you up and get you ready."
"Yes, Master," Jane replied, shifting and wincing as her clit ring was
pulled.
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They entered the small bar, and Ken noted that it was quite full
tonight. Unlike the first time he'd been here, tonight it really was a private
party. Things quieted down real fast when they appeared. He tugged on the
leash and heard a muffled grunt as the cloaked figure shuffled forward to follow
him. Gary headed toward one of the pool tables. Ken saw an area had already
been cleared for the entertainment.
Knife came over and shook Ken's hand, looking curiously at the cloaked
figure behind him. They all walked into the cleared space. Someone turned down
the stereo and there was mostly silence in the smoky bar.
"Hello, guys and ladies," he started.
"Ain't no ladies here," someone quipped. There were some 'fuck yous'
and some smacking sounds as open hands connected with bodies.
"Yes," Ken smiled, "well, you'll notice that I didn't say 'Gentlemen'."
More laughter.
"Anyway," he continued, "in a moment, I'll present the evening's
entertainment. But before I do, there are a few -- very few -- rules."
There were some cheers from that announcement by the twenty-plus people
in the bar.
"I'm just going to tell you what you can't do, rather than what you can
do," he said. "It's a much shorter list."
Lots of cheering greeted that comment, and he had to wait until things
calmed down a bit before he could continue.
"Okay -- here are the rules. Don't do anything that will require a
hospital to fix. Nothing that will scar. No tats or branding, either," he
started. "No animals, and no scat. Other than that, she's fair game. I've
brought a bag of toys with me that you can use. Any other toy you come up with,
ask me about. Oh, and finally, no real violence. You'll get permanently ejected
for that. If you want a punching bag, look somewhere else or come talk to me.
I'm sure I'll be able to help you out."
More noises as everyone thought about what he'd said. Really, when it
came down to it, they could do about anything they wanted. This was going to be
a lot of fun.
Ken dropped the leash and stepped around behind the figure, then pulled
off its cloak.
"Holy fuckin' shit," was the first comment he heard.
Jane did, indeed, look fantastic. Her lustrous dark hair had been
braided, and Sally and Annette had done up her makeup to bring out her beautiful
blue eyes. Just enough of a touch here and there to accent her beautiful face.
Somehow, it would have made her look completely innocent, if it weren't for the
fact that she was almost completely naked.
On her feet, she was wearing over the calf ballet boots, which forced
her to balance on her toes. Her elbows had been bound together so they were
touching, which forced her large, firm breasts out very provocatively. A high
leather collar was around her neck, slightly restricting her breathing, and she
was gagged with a large gag that was like a ring gag, but it had a plug in it --
for the time being. The leash had not been attached to her collar, but to her
nipple and clit piercings. At each piercing, a heavy weight had been added
which pulled and tugged on those sensitive spots every time she moved or the
leash was pulled. Ken removed the leash and stepped back. The pheromones of
his Priestess began to seep into the crowd.
It was a while before they got to anything exotic. Jane spent a fair
amount of time being tp'd, something that she loved a great deal. She also ate
several of the women there; one, at least, Ken was sure was underage. Well,
under the legal age. He knew that Ari would be pouting when she found that out.
After about an hour, Jane was pushed to her knees and one of the women walked
forward. She was somewhat heavyset, but not unattractive. She walked with a
roll to her hips and had a wicked smile on her face.
"So, honey," she said, "you got your red wings yet?"
Jane, who'd had the gag removed a while ago, smiled and, "Not tonight."
"Well, looks like I'll be your first, then," she said, misunderstanding
the comment.
Jane had absolutely no problems with sex during her period or that of
any of her female lovers. And while Sally didn't exactly go out of her way to
provide oral sex to another woman during 'that time of the month', only Joan
actively avoided sex during that time. Not even Bill or Gary had a problem with
it.
The woman leaned back in a chair that someone had provided and pulled
her legs wide. Ken could tell, even from where he was, that she was bleeding
pretty heavily. Jane's face was smeared with red by the time she brought the
woman to a screaming orgasm, as people cheered and clapped. Another woman
grabbed the back of Jane's head and pulled her into a deep kiss, saliva
stringing between their mouths when she pulled away. The next woman to sit in a
chair was also bleeding, and Jane brought her off easily as well.
Several guys joined in as that woman came, spraying her pussy and Jane's
face with loads of cum. Jane's greedy tongue slurped up all the cum, bringing
off the girl again. They pulled Jane away again, ready for another round of
fucking, the first man pushing past her tight sphincter and plunging into her
ass. While he did that, another man fit his soft cock in her mouth.
"Suck, bitch," he said, "and don't spill any."
It shortly became clear that he was pissing into her mouth. There was
more clapping and cheering when he finished. There'd been a lot of beer
drinking and so several other guys lined up as well. Being ass-fucked while
drinking piss was certainly very, very submissive, which really pushed Jane's
buttons. She was in agony at this point; she still didn't have permission to
cum.
Finally, as one of the other women was sucking the cum out of Jane's
asshole, and one of the bikers fucked her cunt, slamming hard into her small
hole, she glanced at Ken, begging for relief. Ken nodded his permission. It
had been since yesterday since she'd been allowed to cum, and he felt she
deserved it. She came, hard, and that set off a fresh round of tp'ing. The guy
next in her mouth was much longer than Ken and was trying, in vain, to choke her
with his cock. Jane, however, loved to be throat fucked and took him with ease.
Everyone who used her was amazed at how tight she'd stayed the entire night,
even the women who'd managed to slide the entire hand inside her. The biker
girls had been kept busy sucking cum out of Jane to keep her from getting too
slick. No one realized that they could fuck Jane with a baseball bat and she
wouldn't get any looser than she was now.
It wasn't until a bit later that Ken had to step in. Several of the
women were using Jane, at that point, and they were anything but gentle with
her. They slapped her breasts until they were red, spanked her cunt, hard,
tweaked and pulled her piercings all while sitting on her face and cutting off
her breathing. Someone managed to fit a beer bottle in her pussy and was
fucking her with that, while a small woman was trying to push her fist inside
Jane's other hole. Jane grunted, taking both assaults and moaning her pleasure.
Having received permission to cum, Jane was having a blast. Then a new comer
joined in. Another woman, and Ken felt the tenor of the room change. Knife,
who'd dumped several loads in Jane tonight, and returned to the bar to sit by
Ken, sat up and his eyes narrowed. Ken saw one of the bikers casually walk over
to the pile of clothing the woman had left on the floor and look through it.
Then he stood and shook his head. Knife nodded back to him.
"What's up?" he asked.
"That bitch is trouble. I don't know how she found out about tonight,
but I didn't tell her," replied Knife.
"Can you get her out of here without causing a scene?"
"I doubt it," said Knife.
"Well, if it's okay, then I'll handle it if she goes too far."
"She's a total psycho," warned Knife.
That might be true, but she was the only one who was treating Jane the
way his wife really wanted to be treated. On the other hand, she did feel like
trouble. Still, he didn't want to eject someone who might give Jane a really
good orgasm. Ken decided to let things go, as long as she abided by the rules.
Knife didn't look happy about it, but he didn't want to put a stop to the fun,
and a loud argument could do that.
Things proceeded to get a lot rougher at that point, even though all the
other woman stepped away to let the newcomer play. She pulled Jane to her feet
by grabbing her breasts. Jane came up quickly, gasping in pleasure. The woman
smacked her face, and Jane moaned again. Knife looked at Ken, who appeared to
be completely unconcerned.
Which was anything but the case. He was watching very carefully, hoping
he wouldn't have to step in. Unfortunately, the vibe coming from the woman
continued to get worse, and it was beginning to look like she would go too far.
Not for Jane, of course, who would welcome the bruises and abuse as long as her
Master let it go on, because she trusted that she was pleasing him. But Ken
would never let anyone abuse her for real, and this woman was getting close.
She slapped Jane again, then forced her to her knees, pissing in her face. Jane
almost came from that, and eagerly went to work on the hairy pussy that her face
was pulled into. Again, Ken knew that Jane, too, could tell the difference in
this woman, but was content to let her Master decide that enough was enough.
That point came once the woman had her orgasm. She got a very cruel smile on
her face, balled a fist and pulled her hand back. The blow never fell.
Knife didn't see Ken move. All he knew was that the man somehow
appeared behind the woman and her arm didn't move an inch because he had a hold
on it. She almost overbalanced from the completely unexpected immobility.
She turned to look at Ken, and Jane knee-walked away from them. Ken
could see the woman's eyes were dilated, and it wasn't with lust. She was high
on something. Really, Ken couldn't have cared less what she was on, as long as
she didn't abuse his slave.
She jerked her wrist out of his hold, and he let her. "What the fuck,
you an idiot or something?" she snarled.
"You just got here, so you missed the rules," said Ken. "No violence is
the primary one."
"What, you pimpin' this whore?"
"She's not a whore, but she *is* mine," he said. "Are you going to
restrain yourself and have some fun?"
"Fuck you!" she replied. "I do what I want."
Ken shook his head. "Time for you to go."
"You can't throw me outta here," she snarled.
"Look around you," said Ken. "You're ruining their fun. If it's a
choice between pussy and you, what do you think it's going to be?"
Snarling, the woman walked over and pulled on her pants, buttoned up her
shirt and pulled on her boots. Ken watched until she was dressed, then turned
to walk back to the bar. Someone yelled as the woman pulled out a large knife
and went for Ken's back. She never even got close. She did, however, find
herself laying on her back, cradling a broken wrist and trying to breathe. Ken
stood over her, placed a boot on the knife and pulled, snapping the blade.
Considering how large it was, that was no mean feat, but his action was lost on
the woman on the floor. She'd been in a lot of fights and had fought with
broken bones before. She quickly rose, grabbing for a pool cue, and whipped
toward Ken's face.
He was disappointed in himself. He should have anticipated that she'd
try something like that. She missed, of course, and he simply took it away from
her. About that time, the pain from her wrist started to register, and she
grabbed it again.
"You're a dead man," she spat.
"Goodbye," said Ken, nodding at the door.
The woman walked slowly out the door, and Ken felt an almost collective
sigh of relief from everyone around him.
"Carry on," he said as he headed back to the bar.
The mood was broken though, and one of the girls took Jane to a back
room where there was a small shower.
"Who the hell was that idiot?" asked Ken, taking a sip of his beer.
"Crazy Sally," replied Knife. "She used to ride with us a lot more, but
the drugs got to her, and she started getting a bit crazy. Rumor is she shot
someone who crossed her, but no one knows for sure. That's why I had Rick check
her clothes, to make sure she wasn't carrying. Good idea, as it turned out,
since I'm sure she would have shot you."
"I see," said Ken, wondering if he could heal fast enough to survive
being shot in a vital place. Probably not, considering shock and all.
"Better watch yourself when you leave here," said Knife. "She's crazy
enough to try something else. We'll make sure someone's with you."
"I'll keep it in mind," replied Ken. Great, that was what he needed.
Some psycho with a gun. Well, he'd leave before taking Jane outside and check
around. Hopefully, he'd be able to spot her and deal with her before she saw
him, especially if he went out a different way, like out a window.
Gary came over to the bar and said, "Shit, man, I'm sorry. I was
outside getting some air. I didn't know that crazy bitch was here. Why didn't
you warn Ken, Knife?"
"He warned me," said Ken. "She wasn't armed, with a gun anyway, and I
figured that she could be handled.
"Yeah, you were right about that," said Knife. "You don't ever want to
tangle with this guy. Shit, I didn't think anyone could move that fast."
Ken smiled thinly and said, "I take a very dim view of anyone trying to
hurt my wife."
About that time, everyone started clapping and cheering. Jane, still
completely naked, her dark hair shining from the shower, walked into the room.
She flowed into Ken's open arms, as people continued to clap and hoot their
appreciation. Ken could feel her body still vibrating with need -- her last
orgasm had been cut off, and she -- despite an evening of sex that had left her
quite sore -- wanted her husband's cock inside her. For the first time in a
while, they felt pretty full of energy and knew their Goddess would be pleased.
He had every intention of taking her home and slamming his cock into her sore,
well-used pussy when they got there.
That plan went exactly nowhere.
"Hey, Ken," said Knife, "you never got a chance with your woman there.
You gonna do her?"
"Of course. I just wasn't planning on doing it right now," said Ken.
Loud protests rang out, and it shortly became clear that everyone wanted
him to have sex with Jane right here. He decided to put on a little show; after
all, he still had a little room left to store energy. Jane smiled at him, then
gasped as he grabbed her by her hair and all but drug her over to where the bag
of toys was. It was obvious that Jane's night was not over yet.
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Note to my readers:
Once again, I'd like to say how very much KB and Felinicus have
contributed to making the Avatar story something that's a good read. KB's
ability to edit my writing into something that makes (more) sense, and
Felinicus's ability to find those last one or two (or three or four or ...)
mistakes that inevetably creep in make this a much better piece of writing.
My thanks to both of you.
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