Dark Secrets BDSM/Bondage
Fem Dom - F/M SciFi and Fantasy BDSM/Bondage
Published
5 / 2009
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SYNOPSIS
She was no ordinary woman. She was beautiful and irresistible. And yet she had a deformity, a mutation, which compelled her to take any man who aroused her, to latch onto him with her legs around his face, to subdue him with her narcotic secretions, and to ride him until his life was taken from him to fill the aching void in her womb.
The police would find her eventually, of course, but would that be an end to it?
EXTRACT
The room was dark, barely lit. All he could see was a dim light filtering from outside
through the closed drapes. It looked like a hotel room, but he was unable to move his
neck to see where he was. It took him a few minutes to even realize what was going on.
His whole body felt as though it was one mass of pins and needles; as though he had slept
all night lying awkwardly on one arm to wake up and find all normal sensation in it had
gone completely.
Then he saw the outline. A navel. Two breasts. A chin, and a nose. What was this?
What was going on? He had no idea. It made no sense to him. All he could see was the
belly, moving in and out like gently rolling surf, waving itself towards him and away from
him. He could not feel the movements on top of him, and he could hear nothing except for
a continuous rushing like water, as though his hands were cupped over his ears and held
there.
He tried to lift his arm to touch whatever it was on top of him, but his arm did not seem
to exist. His body did not seem to exist. As if trying to wake from a dream, he tried to
let out a scream and there was no sound, not even a muffled cry.
A tear fell down his cheek. Was he crying? His vision was clear. His eyes turned
upwards to the ceiling, and he concentrated as hard as he could to move, or to wake,
whichever came, but all he could see was a ceiling, a smoke detector, and a dim light from
a window outside. And all he could do was to stare.
A voice came to him as though from in between his own ears, from inside his mind.
"Hello Jeffry," said the soft, sumptuous woman`s voice. "You`re
awake."
