Chapter One
Among the many things I used to be, one of the most foolish was an atheist. This wasn’t a
matter of strong conviction. It merely seemed the default position for one who’d never
encountered anything the least bit supernatural. Then along came Julia, the hottest chick
I’d ever picked up – or who’d ever picked me up.
Seeing her for the first time at an across-the-city nightclub made my mouth water, my
heart pound and my knees go weak. After that, I was completely captivated. For weeks, I
haunted the place, desperate for every glimpse.
Normally I’m attracted to either sculpted Amazons or mobile little sprites. But this was
the exception that eradicated the rule. Of utterly average height and build, Julia was
still head-to-toe outrageously gorgeous.
Her tiny waist accentuated by flaring hips and a bulbous ass, just as her hard flat
belly made her big pointy tits so much more prominent. Revealed by her various skimpy
outfits her arms and legs were firmly muscled and her exposed skin without a mark. Her
very short but still incredibly fetching hair was shiny as fresh tar, while her
coffee-colored eyes mediated between that glossy black and the brownish bronze of her
lively, lovely face. Big straight teeth flashed a shocking white when she bared them, and
her diminutive nose made a perfect contrast to her strong jaw and haughty cheekbones.
Vibrant and abandoned, she dominated the dance floor. Her singular beauty and hot Latin
passion were madly intoxicating. Every guy in the place competed to be her partner. I
couldn’t believe it when after a month or more I finally found myself dancing with her one
blessed Saturday evening.
Slim and wiry, barely an inch taller, I’m of European descent. Yet somehow, I’ve escaped
the white-boy curse of being rhythmically challenged. The neighborhood girls taught me how
to dance growing up, and I’m actually quite good at it. Still it was all but impossible to
keep up with this incredibly alluring dervish.
Bumping and grinding salaciously against me, undulating like water and whirling like a
top, she had me panting like a dog (and lusting like one too) in seconds. Yet for half an
hour Julia kept this up, pushing my stamina and arousal far past previous limits. Finally,
I seemed to pass some private test. When the last song lapsed, she gave me a satisfied
smirk and clasped my hand even tighter.
“Come on, boy. Buy me a drink. I’m Julia.”
“Mark,” I managed, hardly able to credit this development. “I’d love to.”
She drew me after her toward the bar.
Clearly a respected regular, Julia forced her way to the front. Space was made for us,
and she pounded her free fist down.
“Shots!” she demanded, “Cuervo Black, lemon and salt!”
Quickly they appeared before us.
Julia brought up our linked hands, licked her own and then suggestively wetted mine.
Still not releasing me, she salted us both. Head swimming already, I followed her lead by
picking up my glass with my free hand. Somehow, I found my guts and voice.
“Here’s to you, beautiful!” Deferentially I toasted her.
“Here’s to me,” she calmly agreed. Then again, following her lead I bent to our clasped
hands to lick up the salt.
Her dark eyes stayed on me as we drew together, and my heart jumped as our cheeks
brushed. Our licking tongues were less than an inch apart. Then we were tossing back the
shots (oh boy did I need mine) and sucking on lemon wedges.
Still holding hands, we discarded the latter. Then without a flicker of expression,
Julia made my life.
“Pay up. We’re going to my place. I’m going to fuck you.”
Somehow, I contained my amazed elation. This girl was unbelievable!
“Whatever you say, m’ lady,” I imagined I was being cool, not offering an honorific. But
right away, she accepted it as such.
“Whatever I say,” she agreed again most seriously. Only I didn’t realize how serious she
was until we’d made it to her house (isolated amid a block of abandoned industrial
buildings) and upstairs into her rather creepily appointed bedroom.
There she lit over a dozen tall black candles, and put on some wildly jamming Carlos
Santana. Then turned on me and violently ripped off all my clothes.
Popping buttons and tearing seams indiscriminately, she destroyed my stylish garments in
seconds and then shoved me brusquely down onto her enormous bed. As I caught my breath,
rode my whirling head and sought to process all this, Julia yanked open a nearby cabinet
and produced two sets of shiny steel handcuffs.
Whoa!
What had I gotten myself into here? Somehow, I again found my voice.
“What-what-what are you going to do with those?” I stammered.
“What do you think I’m going to do, stupid?” Julia sneered. “I am going to chain you to
my bed. And you ain’t fucking leaving it until I’m damn good and done with you! In fact, I
fully intend to fuck you absolutely senseless, until you’re out of your ridiculous mind.
And if you value having anything left of that mind or even of your pathetic original self
when I’m done, you had damn well better not ejaculate! At least not until I allow it.
Believe me, failing me like that could cost you everything you have or ever will!”
Holy SHIT! Was this chick serious?
Clearly she was. Yet as unnerving (and obviously foolish) as it was to let a total (not
to mention possibly crazy) stranger incapacitate me, I couldn’t resist. Obviously such a
dominant woman would not take no for an answer. So what else was I to do: run out naked on
the finest piece of ass I’d ever seen, much less managed to hook up with? Forget about it!
Fucking a girl this gorgeous was worth whatever it cost.
In fact, the unexpected even added a dangerous spice of excitement (as if I needed it)
to this impossibly compelling encounter. My cock was so hard it hurt as beautiful Julia
locked each wrist into one cuff of her matching manacles. Then she spread my arms wide
above me and linked the others to thick wooden bars (their finish extensively scarred) set
into the solid oak headboard.
After that, I lay helpless in the middle of her sumptuous duck-down mattress, watched in
disbelief as Julia picked up my ripped pants, and located my wallet. Without even a glance
at me, she emptied it of cash. Stowing that thick sheaf of bills – shit, almost half a
week’s pay – into her purse, she paused to sniff up several sparkling lines of high-grade
cocaine. No wonder she needed the money. Then she began to strip. Too (literally)
captivated and intimidated to protest at being so blithely robbed, I settled for staring
avidly at Julia’s heavenly body as it was bared. As anticipated (and perhaps even proper),
this incredible sight was worth the seven hundred dollars or so she’d just taken.
Forget about what I’d already seen: her satiny Latin skin was the same unblemished,
exquisite shade of bronze everywhere. But now that flawless flesh was gleaming bright gold
in the candlelight, as though both burnished without and intrinsically lit from within.
Her close-cropped hair hid nothing of this, and I eagerly drank in every inch. The curve
of her neck, the set of her shoulders, the slender small of her back: these amazed and
aroused me no less than her familiar well-muscled limbs, pear-shaped rear and firm,
upswept, perfectly matched oversized breasts. So dark they seemed almost black, her
finally revealed nipples made big, hard, half-inch pegs centered on expansive alveoli.
Glossy jet indeed was her trimmed-up pubic patch, and my fear-dry mouth watered at the
sight of her finally revealed slit.
“Oh, my God, you’re so incredible,” I helplessly moaned, as Julia tossed her panties
aside and purposefully approached the bed. Bounding atop my bound body and glaring down
from only inches away she instantly corrected me.
“I am not your God!” she yelled. “I am your fucking Goddess! And so you will always
address me! And I am indeed incredibly incredible! You, on the other hand, are a weak,
worthless male and pathetic peon! And I’m going to bless you far beyond belief tonight by
using you for my every depraved pleasure!” Julia paused for a second, checking me for
signs of rebellion. Finding none, she proceeded.
“Of course, this is an honor so far beyond your worth that you could spend an eternity
in my service and never deserve it! Therefore, you will meekly submit to me absolutely!
You will satisfy me completely if you ever wish to leave. Understood?”
Holy fuck, was she unnerving! Julia was so fearsomely beautiful, so implacably
determined and steely unyielding! She scared the fucking shit out of me. Yet having that
incredibly strong, springy body squashed atop mine instantly eradicated any last remnant
of will I might have harbored. Julia’s surpassingly potent sexuality had enslaved me the
instant I saw her after all. Now with her amazing body upon me it claimed me absolutely.
Instantly subservient, I obeyed without blinking.
“Yes, Goddess!”
“Good. I am going to take you now!” Striking with the swiftness of a snake, Julia’s face
suddenly darted down and her thick lips battened on mine. Thrusting her tongue inside me,
she began kissing so aggressively that all I could do was open my mouth, accept, and enjoy
that oral onslaught. For many long minutes, she hungrily devoured me, while I lay
quiescent beneath her and felt my impossibly hard cock throb.
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