Liz and the Wolves of Shahala

26 Liz and the Wolves of Shahala

By Rasputtin Szczepanski

Chapter 3

       I woke up naturally, on my own, toasty in my cocoon of quilts and sheets.  I stretched and looked at the sunlight beaming through my window.  The window was covered in frost around the frame.  It was vacation!

       I thought about the evening before.  I ran my hands up my inner thighs, feeling the soft cotton pajamas.  I loved my body, as long as I wasn’t looking at it in a mirror.  I thought about how I exposed myself on a webcam to a stranger.  I thought about how he pleasured himself looking at my body.  I slipped my hands under my pants and panties.  The warmth enveloped my fingers.  My fingers pushed through my soft patch of pubic hair and slipped between my lips.

       I slowly rubbed myself, twisting and stretching under the sheets, one hand squeezing my breast through the top.  I thought about what he said about training slaves.  I thought about what it might be like to be a slave.  I wondered how he would break my will.  I replayed the conversation in my head until I came.

       After recovering, I got up and headed downstairs for a bowl of cereal.  I sat down, turned on some cartoons and ate, still groggy from sleep.  After finishing breakfast I realized that there was no coffee made.  My mother was always up before me and she always made coffee. I was now officially worried.  I put my bowl in the sink and went to the basement door.  I knocked.  “Mom?”

       The silence made me think that she fell down those steep, crappy wooden steps that had no hand rail.  I banged harder. “Mom!” I yelled.  I looked at the lock again.  It had a small hole in the front.  I went and found a wire hanger, bent it straight and pushed it through the hole.  I pushed until I felt the lock pop open.  I opened the door.  The light was still on down stairs?  I yelled down again, “Mom?”

       I slowly walked down, expecting to see something horrific.  Perhaps my mom lying crooked at the base of the stairs, her neck snapped.  The room was empty.  I got to the bottom of the stairs and paused, looking back up.  She wasn’t in the room.  I was momentarily relieved.  She must have gone out.  Maybe she finally got laid like she was always complaining about.  I went back upstairs.  I turned off the light and closed the door.  I checked my phone to see if she called.  Sometimes I had lowered the ringer and didn’t hear when I had calls.  There was nothing.

       I went back up to my room and sat down, satisfied that she was probably going to wake up in some guys bed with a hangover and realize with alarm that she didn’t tell her daughter.  I closed my door and sat down to my computer.  I powered it on and waited for it to load.  I checked my email and I checked Facebook.  I opened Skype.  SlaveTrainer2010 was online.  I began to get butterflies and I cursed myself for being such a sexual deviant.

       He IMed me.  “Good morning little one.”

       I typed back, “Good morning, how are you?”

       He returned, “Good.  What time is it there?”

       I typed in “8:30 p.m.  What time is it for you?”

       He answered “Same.”

       “Where do you live again?” I asked.

       “Florida.”

       “What do you do?”

       “Retired.  Play golf, “he typed.

       “and play on the computer : ),” I typed.

       “That too : ) “

       “Can I see my girl on the webcam?” he asked.

       I smiled.  “I look awful.”

       “I doubt that.”

       I took off the tape covering the webcam and called him.  He answered and soon we were talking to each other.  “See, you look ravishing,” he said.

       I put on my headset and laughed, “right!”  I felt more comfortable talking directly into the microphone now.

       “Did you enjoy last night?”

       I blushed and looked down at my feet.  His eyes were boring down on me. “I guess so.”

       “Have you ever done that before?” he asked.

       “Done what?”

       “Touched yourself on the webcam like that for another man?”  I shook my head.  “But you liked it.  Do you like following orders?”

       I whispered, “I guess.”

       “Do you like doing what you are told?”

       I could not explain why I was so turned on.  I could barely speak.  “I don’t know.”

       “It’s ok if you do. It means you are submissive.  A lot of girls are.”

       “What’s that?” I asked.

       “Some people are sexually submissive, they like to serve others,” he explained.  “Then some people are dominant, they like to control others.”

       “Are you dominant?”

       “I am.  I’m what is called a master.  I enjoy BDSM.  Do you know what that is?”

       “No.”

       “It stands for bondage and sadomachism.  Many people enjoy it.  Can you imagine yourself tied up, unable to move, naked so that I can do whatever I want to you?”

       “No,” I whispered.  I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation.

       “Unbutton your shirt again.”

       My hand was shaking but I quickly unbuttoned my shirt.

       “Good girl.  Now feel your tit.  It’s ok.  Put your hand up and feel the nipple.  Feel how hard it is.  It’s swollen, right?”

       I nodded.  My nipple was stiff, swollen and covered in bumps.

       “Think about how if your hands were tied behind your chair and your legs were tied to the bottom of the chair you wouldn’t be able to move, would you?”

       I could feel my heart beating wildly under my hand.  What was he doing to me?

       “I’m sending you a photo, take a look at it.”  I saw the photo load.  It was a nude woman who was tied to a chair.  In her mouth was a bright red ball gag connected to a leather strap around her head.  “Do you see it?  Good.  Now imagine that gag in your mouth so you couldn’t yell for help.  Now put your hands down between your legs…  Good, put your fingers in your cunt.  Is it there?  How wet are you?”

       I was breathing too hard.  I couldn’t answer.  I was wet and almost ready to have an orgasm.  I was offended by his words but it was stirring the butterflies in my stomach. My face felt hot.  He studied his screen, looking at me.  “Feel how wet you are?  How excited you are?  That is because you are naturally submissive and your body is preparing you for a cock.  Do you want to cum?”

       I nodded slowly.  He said “Ask me for permission to cum.”

       I rubbed my finger up and down.  I was so close.  I whispered, not looking at the camera, I was embarrassed that I had come to this.  “Can I cum?”

       “Good girl. You may cum.”

       He watched me as I leaned forward and moaned loudly into the microphone.

       I sat there, wracked by several strong spasms.  I kept my finger pressed in against me as my heart beat slowed and I calmed down.  I realized that my shirt had fallen open, revealing one bare breast.  He waited almost a minute before he said “did you like that?”

       I took a deep breath in and honestly said, “yes.”

       He said, “Liz, I’m a master and you are a submissive.  You need to start referring me as a sir. Understand?”

       “Yes…sir.”

       “Any master or mistress you should refer to as sir or miss or ma’am.  If they own you, then you will refer them as master or mistress.”

       “If they own me?”

       “You are submissive.  Eventually a master or mistress will claim you and train you to serve them.”

       “How come I’ve never heard of this?  I never met a master or a mistress.”

       “It’s because you are young.  But now that you are discovering yourself, it won’t be long until someone finds you.”

       There was a moment of silence as he let that sink in.  “What are you up to today?  Vacation yet?” he asked.

       I took a deep breath in and released my finger that was still embedded deep between my lips.  I wiped it on my pants and said “Yes, thank God.  I guess I’m just going to hang out…oh, maybe go on a date tonight.”

       “With someone from school?”

       “Yes, a football player.”

       “Ever been out with him before?” he asked.

       “No, this is the first time.”

       “What will you wear?”

       “Oh God,  I don’t know.  I don’t have anything, ” I said.

       “You want to look sexy.  Do you have a mini-skirt?”

       “I have a couple of skirts.  None that are a mini.”

       “What’s the shortest one you have?”

       “I don’t know.”

       “Get it and let me see.”

       I got up and dug through my drawers until I found a black one that went to my knees.  I held it up in front of the webcam.

       “Hold it next to you.  That’s the shortest?”

       “Yeah.”

       With a stern voice, he corrected me, “It’s ‘yes, sir.’”

       “Sorry,” I whispered.

       “It’s ‘Sorry sir.’ You need to buy some shorter skirts.”

       “I live in Maine,  pretty soon I won’t be able to wear any skirts without a pair of long johns underneath.”

       “You will still need them in the summer.  How about high heels?”

       “That I don’t have.  I hate high heels.  They are so uncomfortable.”

       “I thought you said you never wore them.”

       “I said I don’t have any. I bought some for a dance in junior high once.”

       “You should buy some more.  The higher the heels the better.  They make a girl look sexy.  So be sure to buy those too.  What are you going to wear on top? Any belly or tube tops?”

       “I have a few belly shirts but I don’t think it goes with this skirt.”

       “Ok, what will you wear?”

       I grunted and dug through the drawers.  I found a grey shirt that matched the skirt.  I held it up to myself and modeled it for the camera.

       “We definitely need to work on you.  Don’t wear a bra or panties.”

       “What! Why?”

       “Just don’t.  Trust me.  It’s an order.”

       “It seems dirty.  You will be able to see my nipples through the shirt.”

       “Guys like that.  It will let him know if you like him.  Will you suck his cock?”

       I laughed and looked shocked, “Oh my God! You are so crazy.”

       “Guys like it, a lot.  Have you ever sucked a cock before?”  He was serious.

       “No!”

       “You should try it.  It’s very easy and he really will enjoy it.  Just make sure to take it deep down your throat and swallow it all when he cums in your mouth.”

       I was blushing so hard that I felt like I had a high fever.  I was giggling nervously and shook my head.  “I better go.”

       He smiled.  “Ok.  Talk to me after the date.  Let me know how it went.”

       “I will.”  We said our goodbyes and logged off. 

       I was exhausted after that and collapsed back down on my bed thinking about how crazy that conversation was.  I feel asleep thinking about how I probably shouldn’t talk to him anymore.  He was obviously a bad man and for some reason, that excited me.

Normally, when I take a nap right after I wake up, I have the most vivid dreams or at least those are the dreams that I remember the most.  After I fell asleep I had one of those vivid dreams.  In this dream that I had after my mind blowing orgasm with the stranger on the webcam, I had lost my mom’s dragon charm that she wore around her neck.  The feeling of loss was horrible.  I was panicked.  I looked all over the house.  I went to the basement and the lights were out.  I had checked everywhere.  They had to be down in that basement so that is the last door that I opened. I peered into the darkness.  Down at the bottom of the stairs there was two red eyes of some creature looking up at me.  I woke up terrified and grateful that it was just a dream, I still had my charm and I was still on vacation.

       I was tempted to get back online and talk to SlaveTrainer2010 but I figured I had my share of sexual decadence for the day.  I went downstairs to make something for lunch.  I looked down into the basement once and yelled out to the house “Mom!”  She still wasn’t home.

       Again after lunch, I ended up online.  I closed out Skype so I wouldn’t get distracted and played some World of Warcraft.  Carl texted me and set up a time to come pick me up.  I lost all focus on the game and spent the rest of the afternoon going through my pitiful collection of clothing.  SlaveTrainer2010’s recommendations kept coming back to me and in the end, I went with the black skirt, grey shirt and no panties or bra.  I looked in the mirror.  I couldn’t see my nipples unless I really looked hard.  No bra did keep the breast as a whole from ballooning out.  Not wearing panties felt weird, feeling the cool breeze between my legs.  Dressing like that was exciting me.  I reminded myself that I needed to stop thinking about sex or the high beams would come on.

       The skirt was covered in wrinkles.  It looked like the hide of an elephant, a black, old elephant.  I couldn’t even remember the last time I wore it.  Apparently, on the floor of my closet was not the proper place to store skirts.

       Finding the ironing board was no easy task either.  I wasn’t even sure we had one.  After much exploration throughout the multitude of closets in the house, I found the ironing board and iron.  I had seen people iron before.  It looked relatively easy.  I examined the iron closely and deducted that I needed to fill it with water to create the steam.  I did so, plugged it in and turned it on.

       I laid the soft fabric of the skirt across the ironing board and after letting the iron heat up, pressed it down the fabric.  When I lifted the iron up, the fabric came up with it, melted to the bottom of the iron.

       “FUCK!”

I found another skirt, this one a little longer.  I didn’t dare try to iron it so I accepted the fact that it would be wrinkled.  I really wished that I could just wear furs like in old fantasy stories.

       I spent at least an hour messing with my hair in the bathroom.  No matter how I teased it or put hairspray on it, it wasn’t working.  I felt like crying.  I put on lipstick which I never did.  It felt weird on my lips and I looked awful when I saw myself in the mirror, so I wiped the lipstick off.

Then, looking at my pitiful self in the mirror I felt that the shirt was showing too much of my belly that I had.  There was a reason I wore oversized t-shirts. 

       The date, if you can call it that, started off well.  He picked me up in his parent’s car.  He took me for some pizza and then talked about nothing but himself.  Still, I felt a little hero worship.  I was getting to sit at the same table as a senior on the football team.  His life was so foreign to me that it was interesting to listen to.  The only time he asked me anything was when he dwelled into my fight with Kris.  He was very interested in the details of that confrontation and his grin was as wide as the plate I was eating my pizza on.

       He didn’t offer to pay for my pizza which I thought was odd but I had never been on a date before.  I thought, maybe it wasn’t a date; maybe he just wanted to get the details of the fight.  He asked me what I wanted to do next.  I had no idea so he suggested that I come over to his place and we could play some pool down in his basement.

       Chris’ father was home watching golf in the living room.  He glanced up and looked at me without saying anything.  It was a leering, bored sort of look that seemed to say “hmmm, look what my boy caught.”  I saw a quick glimpse of his mother talking animatedly on a cellphone in the kitchen.  He led me down to his man-cave basement, locking the door behind us.   When he turned that lock, and I realized that I was alone with him, I could feel my nipples brushing against the soft fabric of my blouse.  I knew they were swelling and visible on my shirt and that was confirmed when I got to the middle of the room. I had turned and his eyes were looking directly down at them.  I covered my chest with my arms self consciously.  He frowned and began to scour the room for the remote control.

In the middle of the room there was a large L shaped couch facing a big HD TV on the wall.  Chris found the remote under a sofa cushion and he used it to turn on a music channel.  Rap seemed to be his thing.  As he messed with it, I walked over to the pool table.  “I’ve never played pool before.  This is cool.”

       He had walked up behind me.  I turned around and he was close, towering a whole foot above me.  “Boy, I wish I knew how hot you were earlier.”

       I looked up, not certain what to say.  He leaned in and kissed me on the lips.  I didn’t know what to do.  My first kiss!  I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips up to his.  I melted, my inner voice cheering “first kiss!” in my head.  He pulled me tight against him; his tongue was pushing its way into my mouth.  I couldn’t believe it.  I was kissing a senior!  He started pulling me back towards the couch, his lips locked on mine and fell back on it with me on top of him.  I could feel something hard in his pants pushing against my side.  His cock! I was making his cock hard!

        My dress was riding up and I could feel my pussy being exposed.  I reached down, trying to pull my skirt back down.  It was happening so fast.  I wasn’t supposed to do this on a first date!  I brought my hand back up towards his face but it brushed the hard cock pushing out of the jeans so I stopped and laid my hand directly on it.  It felt warm.  He kissed me hard and turned us over so I was on my side trapped between him and the cushion.  I continued to rub the outline of his cock and he stopped kissing and leaned in to kiss my neck.  He whispered “that feels so fucking good.”

       His hand was down around mine.  He undid his belt and unzipped his pants.  He jerked around on the couch, laying back down on his back, pulling his pants down enough to let his cock out.  It sprung straight up out of some New England Patriot branded boxer shorts.  He grabbed my hand and put it on his cock and before I knew it I was grasping it.  I could believe it.  He tried kissing me but I moved my head was down to look at it.  I had to see it.  This cock was real.  I loved its warmth in my hand.  I rubbed my hand up and down it and I heard him moan.  I adjusted my position on the couch to get a better look at it.   I lightly stroked it up and down and studied it.  I still couldn’t believe I had a real cock in my hands.  It was just like in all the photos and videos but hot, living and in my hand.

The words of SlaveTrainer2010 echoed in my head.  “Guys liked their cocks sucked.”   It was also better than getting pregnant.  I suspected he didn’t have a condom.  This was my first date. I wasn’t supposed to be “easy” and put out on a first date.  I couldn’t remember where I heard that and didn’t even know if it was true or not.  I wanted to experience it, to do what they did in all those photos and videos I watched on my computer.  I pushed myself down, still grasping it, jerking it.  He was groaning and I wasn’t sure if I was hurting him or not.  I got my head near to it and looked at it.  There was a bit of clear liquid on the tip.  It was a fascinating shape, kind of like some weird mushroom.  I jerked my hand to the top then leaned in to lick the side.  I jerked my hand down.  He was squirming on the couch.  I leaned forward so that my head was on his belly looking down at the cock.  I took the tip in my mouth and sucked on the pearl of juice at the top.  It was slimy and didn’t taste like much.  I jerked the cock up and down, keeping the head in my mouth.  I pushed my head down, seeing how much of the cock I could push into my mouth.  He jerked up and began to try and hump my mouth.  He was squirming and moaning so that I couldn’t tell if I was doing it right.  I held his cock in my fist and now wet with my spit, it slid in and out of my hand.  I tried my best to keep my teeth off of it.  Suddenly I thought I hurt him because he moaned so loud that I thought his mom would hear from upstairs.  I loosened my grip but suddenly a jet of slimy jism spurted out of his cock across my tongue and the back of my throat.  I began to jerk again and I could feel it squirt again in my mouth.  I tried to do it like I saw in the movies, except I swallowed it like SlaveTrainer2010 said instead of jerking it all over my face.  I held it tight and as deep in my mouth as possible without gagging.  It was leaking semen now and I swallowed it all.  I moved my hand up and he tensed up and uttered a cry.  He pushed my head off of him, his body tensing.  I looked at the cock.  It was now between a purple and red color.  I held on to it at the base.  Cum still leaked out the top.  I leaned back and could see his stomach where his shirt pushed up, rapidly rising and falling as he caught his breath.  He had a bit of a belly.  I thought, “that is what all that beer I see you drinking in the photos on Facebook is doing to you.”

I crawled back up and curled up in his arms.  He was recovered.  “That felt so fucking good.” 

I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder.  “You’re welcome,” I said.

“And Kris said you were a geek. You are definitely no geek.  That was so fucking good.  You are so hot I cannot believe I’ve never noticed you before.”

He couldn’t see me because my face was facing away from his, but I frowned at the mention of Kris’ name.  “Does Kris talk about me a lot?” I asked.

“Not a lot but she did.  Now that you kicked her ass she’s obsessed with you.  I’m always like ‘shut up already’”

“Do other people know about the fight?”

“Fuck yeah.  Her story is a lot different than the one that is going around.”

“What’s her story?”

“That she taught you a lesson and you ran off crying.”

I scoffed.  He said, “Don’t worry.  She’s fucking hot and people kiss her ass because of it but no one believes her.”

We didn’t hang out too much after that.  He seemed distant and focused on something else, so he took me home.  His parting words were “Your house is creepy.  I’ll talk to you tonight online.”

Mom was still not home.  It was quiet except for the creaking caused by the wind outside.  He was right.  The house was creepy.  I sighed and tried calling her on my cellphone.  I only got her answering machine.  A growing knot of fear was growing inside my gut.  I tried to place it out of my mind, telling myself that she must have had signed up for some weekend job and then her battery died or something.  I was really going to let her have it when she came home.

I turned on my computer and stripped down and climbed just a long t-shirt.  I slouched down into my chair and waited.  I was still thinking about my date.  I was still excited about it and the thought of talking to SlaveTrainer2010 if he was on.

My excitement rose as I saw his name highlighted on the screen.  I spread my legs, slipped my hand under my shirt and pushed my finger slowly into my slit.  I was warm and wet.  I sighed in pleasure and began to masturbate.  I double clicked his name to call him.  He answered and requested webcam.  I removed my fingers from my wet pussy and turned on my webcam.

“Hello little one,” he said.

“Hi,” I said, still shy.

“It’s ‘hi, sir,” he corrected.

“Sorry.  Hi, sir.”

“Good girl,” he said slowly.  “If you are going to call me, I want you to be naked when you do.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s obvious what you want.  I want you to be more aware of your needs and your body.  Don’t call me unless you are naked, understand?”

“Yes…Yes sir.”

“Good girl.  Now get naked.”

I pulled off my shirt and threw it to the floor.  He admired me through the camera.

“How did your date go?  Did you go already?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“It’s ‘yes sir’.   I’m going to start punishing you each time you forget to say that, understood.”

I thought, Punish me! What the hell! but said “yes, sir,” meekly.  I could feel my nipples swell when he said that. I liked that he was taking charge.  I was shivering in excitement.

“Did you suck his cock like I told you to?”

“Yes sir.”

“Did you swallow his cum?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.  Then what did you do?”

“He took me home.  That was the end of the date I guess,” I said.

“He didn’t fuck you?”

I whispered, “No sir.”

“Did he feel your tits or cunt?”

“No sir.”  I was struggling inside.  I was offended that he was talking to me like this but for a reason I still didn’t understand, I was excited.

“So he just used your mouth and when he got what he wanted he sent you home.”

I didn’t know how to answer but I did know that his words were having a peculiar effect on me.  I knew that if I touched myself, I would cum almost instantly.  I squirmed on the chair, looking down, my face flushed.

“Did he just use your mouth?” he asked again.

“I guess so.”

“Pinch your nipple.”

“What?”

“Pinch your nipples.  Both of them,” he repeated.

I put up my fingers and pinched them.  He said sternly, “Harder.  No, harder.  Twist them.”  I winced as I pulled them.  “I will find harder punishments.  It’s ‘I guess so SIR.’”

It hurt a little but the excitement and pleasure buried it.   I looked down and saw Chris paging me on Facebook. 

“Pull them out more.  Ok, let go.”  He looked at me.  “What’s wrong?”

“He’s trying to page me.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“Well…Chris, the guy I went out with,” I said.

“Answer him…leave me up though.  Tell me what you are saying.”

I clicked on Chris.  His message said, “Hi!  You still up?”

“Ok…this is weird,” I thought.  I typed “Yeah, what are you doing?”  I then repeated what I wrote out loud to SlaveTrainer. 

“Bored,” he answered.  “Thinking about how hot you are : ) “

I read Chris’ answer to SlaveTrainer.  He laughed.  “You should give him something to fantasize about.  Let him see what I get to see.”

Chris message appeared at the bottom of the page: “I want to come pick you up again :P”

“You should tell him that you want that too.  He must be horny again,” SlaveTrainer offered.

I typed “Sure!”

He responded, “No car though : (“

SlaveTrainer said “Say something dirty to him, tease him a bit.”

I had become used to the webcam now and said out loud, “Oh my god, stop it.”

SlaveTrainer offered, “Do you want me to talk to him, set something up?”

I laughed “no way!”

“Then say something dirty.  Say that you would love to suck his cock again.  He will love it, trust me.”
       I was feeling frisky and typed “Too bad, would love to suck your cock again.”

He responded “!!!! I’m coming over right now!!!”

“It’s ten miles!”  I typed.

“Damn,” he typed.  “What are you wearing?”

After I told SlaveTrainer what he asked, he said “Tell him the truth.”

I was enjoying this little game too much. I wrote Chris, “I’m naked.”

He replied, “I would soooo love to see that.”

SlaveTrainer said I should take a picture of my tits and send it to him.  I giggled at the suggestion and without thinking, I snapped a photo with the webcam and sent it to him.

“Did you send it?” SlaveTrainer asked.

I nodded, waiting for a reply.

“You have amazing breast!!!” Chris responded.

SlaveTrainer said, “Ask him if your picture is making him hard.”

I typed it and Chris responded, “Fuck yeah!  I’m beating it right now to your photo : )”

I was thrilled to be the object of desire by two men but something subconsciously was nagging at me, suggesting to me that this was dangerous.  I couldn’t stop though.  One thing that you could always count on with me, is me not weighing risk before I dived into something.  I was impulsive.  SlaveTrainer said “Imagine him sticking his hard cock in your cunt.”  I moved my hand to my pussy without thinking about, rubbing the lips.  “Imagine yourself on your back, legs spread, him using your pussy, his hands holding your legs back, driving in and out of you, cumming in you…Tell him that you are touching yourself.”

I followed his directions.  Chris responded, “I can hardly wait to fuck you!”

I rubbed harder and SlaveTrainer said, “Remember to ask my permission to cum.”

I whispered, “Can I cum, sir?”

He gave me permission and I came.