Erotica: BDSM EROTICA Darling Buds of Rosa Taboo Erotica for Women (Mystery Suspense Thriller)

by Salem Roth

  “Professor, I mean Ian,” she breathed when their lips broke free, “I, I, I don’t think we should do this.”

  Ian grinned wickedly. “Of course we should, and you’ll know why very soon. Do not be alarmed, I shall not penetrate you with my cock…yet.”

  Ling began to protest but it ended in a sigh as Ian slid her underwear over her hips and knelt to take them off. A second later she felt his tongue again, but this time it was between her legs. Ling was not trimmed, however her sparsely haired pubis made her seem even younger. Ian parted her labia with his tongue and once again explored her, eliciting gasps as he nibbled gently around her fat, engorged clit. He circled her panic button counter clockwise brushing the pulsing organ only a dozen times before she grabbed bunches of Ian’s blond locks and ground her cunt into his mouth. Mai Ling came for the first time with another person responsible, and she came and she came. Ian drank in her pussy juice as it flowed, as if it were an antidote that would save his life. ‘Jesus, this cunt honey is almost as precious as human blood,’ he thought. Ling had never come close to such a powerful orgasm and craved more, needed more, but she would have to wait until Friday night. Ian disengaged his head from between Ling’s clamped legs and proffered the invitation. He did not tell her that Donnie would be there too. It would be a surprise, at least for Ling and Donnie.

  In the past, the humans brought home were used, abused, and fed on until dead. There had been no resurrections, no additions to the family. Why Rosa had changed her mind on this, remained a mystery. Friday night was perfect because it was the start of a holiday. Students were not expected back in class until the following Wednesday. If Ian’s gifts to his mistress were acceptable, they would probably not be back at all. Training took years. He was still learning the tricks of the trade. If the pair did not please Rosa, which Ian doubted, they would join the others buried in Culloden Moor. Or in the shadows of the low fells of Ben Nevis.

  Ian made the turnoff onto the four kilometer (2.5 miles) dirt and gravel drive that led to the House of Vladimir. Peat bog surrounded the driveway, the only way in and out. Rosa named the new mansion after the castle from which they’d moved. ‘How original,’ Ian thought sarcastically, and then closed his thoughts. He could sense Rosa’s presence and excitement one kilometer out from the darkened stone house.

  Rosa and Theresa met him at the front door with expectant expressions.

  “You have been successful my darling?” queried Rosa. She knew the answer, though Ian tried to keep his face stoic. But he couldn’t help the twitching at the corners of his mouth, tugging his features into a smile.

  CHAPTER 6: the par-tay

  The Par-tay…

  Friday night finally arrived. Rosa had wisely decorated and furnished the mansion when building was finished; unlike the mostly barren Castle Vladimir. Oil paintings graced the walls and sumptuous furniture was scattered tastefully throughout the “public” rooms. Only the Scarlet Chamber, where they slept, played, and often fed was more ornate. Mai Ling Vagin and Donald McDougall had kept their promise to tell no-one of the night’s festivities. Donnie told friends he was going home to Edinburgh for the holiday while Ling had simply maintained her silence regarding any plans. Perfect. They both had vehicles at their disposal, so Ian gave them explicit directions - separately of course - to find their way on the half hour commute. Disposing of the cars would lend credence that the pair had left the area…forever.

  Ian sped home on pins and needles, excitement racing up and down his spine. Time to parrrr-tayyy!!!!! The mansion was brightly lit for the first time, inside and out. Rosa did not care for electric illumination but conceded that if she left it or plumbing, or other modern touches out, that she would attract the wrong kind of attention. Nosy attention. Being able to see in darkness as easily as a human in light, she eschewed modernity. It was as soulless as she.

  Ian burst through the door and told the empty foyer to get ready as the guests would be there within the hour. He knew they heard him, just as he sensed them.

  At 9:15 PM, Donnie’s headlamps could be seen as he made his way down the narrow drive. He pulled into the circular driveway and parked behind Ian’s Fiat. The place was huge. This would be fun. Donnie took the granite steps to the front door three at a time. He had showered, dressed in khakis and a proper button-down, and had even tamed his shock of red hair. He wondered if he might get five minutes alone time with the Prof again. He had been thinking of excuses of why they might be able to slip away together, on the drive here. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about sex right now. He was here for dinner and drinks for Pete's sake.

  The door opened as he was about to tug on the huge brass knocker, and he stood looking down on Theresa. Her blue eyes danced with mischief as she introduced herself and led Donnie deeper into the house. Ian joined them and told Donnie it was alright, his wife knew what was what and did not mind, even enjoyed watching sometimes. Donnie could not believe his luck. A few minutes later, the crunch of tires on the crushed seashell drive announced the arrival of Ling. Ian excused himself to answer the door, reappearing a minute later with Ling in tow. She stopped when she saw Donnie, an unspoken question on her lips.

  “Do not be alarmed, child,” said Rosa, who appeared directly behind Ling and Ian. “The other guests will arrive shortly,” she lied. “Have some refreshment and make yourself comfortable.”

  Rosa caught Ian’s eye and telepathically informed him that the Scarlet Parlor was ready, and so was she. A few minutes later, the laced drinks did their work and Ian tossed Donnie over his shoulder while Theresa plucked the slightly built Ling off a sofa and followed. The room was swathed in many shades of red from blood-crimson to a vivid scarlet, hence the moniker. The walls were crushed red velvet and oil portraits in gilded gold, handmade frames of various men and women of yore hung here and there. One portrait dominated the others in size and grandeur: Rosa's Father looked down from the end of the room, ever vigilant.

  Donnie stirred first, his massive body less affected by the mild dose of sedative. The impression that struck him was one of luxury as he lay face down on the thickest, softest carpet ever. It seemed to actually caress his face. Rosa intuited that though he preferred men, he’d been with plenty of women to cover-up his predilection. Donnie rolled over and looked into Rosa’s green, cat-like eyes.

  “Do you want to live through the night, my pet? Do you want to live forever?”

  Donnie’s natural arrogance reasserted itself as he regained full consciousness and he grunted, and then responded, “Yeah, but what the fuck happened? Who the hell is this bitch, Ian? What’s going on here?”

  He rose to his feet and advanced on Rosa. She liked that this one had spirit, even though he was somewhat stupid. A flick of her wrist lifted Donnie off the floor, as surely as if he had been hit by a battering ram. He landed squarely on his rump. Arrogance and aggression were instantly replaced by disbelief…and fear. He glanced to his side and spied Ling lying on her back on a scarlet sofa, nude and starting to stir.

  “You will entertain us, my little family and my self, in any way I deem fit, won’t you.” It was not a question. “I know you’re a lover of men, but we will start with that one.” Rosa indicated Ling on the couch. Donnie wanted to resist, knew he should, but could not. “Yes”, he answered.

  “And Donnie, if you ever try to raise a hand against me again you will die a most painful death. I will take days exposing your every nerve and destroying your pathetic human form.” Donnie wanted to ask Rosa what she was: an alien from space or vampire or werewolf, but found he could not utter a word. Her ruby lips did not move as her clear instructions flooded McDougall’s head, almost overwhelming him. Ling remained uncontrolled by the vampires. They wanted to watch Donnie take her without their dominant will forcing her enjoy to it. She would be deflowered by his 12 inch cock. There would be blood. Ah yes, the elixir of life.

  Donnie reached for Ling but she pulled away, staying just out of reach, She tried to spring to her feet but f
ound she wavered on wobbly legs. Her almond eyes darting around the chamber, seeing red everywhere, even the ceiling. Ling could not locate a door, a means of escape. She ran blindly at the walls in a dumb panic. Donnie’s slab of an arm shot out and caught Ling’s ankle, tripping her. She fell against the sofa on which she’d roused a minute before and then felt Donnie’s weight as he pounced on her. His massive hand clamped around her thin neck from the back and held her down as he undid his trousers and yanked down his tighty-whiteys with the other. Ling’s face was mashed into the luxurious sofa but her muffled shrieks could still be heard. The pure excitement shone on Donnie’s face as her screams inflamed his ego and penis. The Eurasian cunt would pay for what he was forced to do to her right now.

  His rough hands and fingers felt and probed and pawed the junction between her legs and found Ling to be wet. She wanted it and he would give it to her; all of it. Donnie did not know that a victim’s body often betrayed him/her, and had he the knowledge, he would not have cared. He flipped Ling over so that she faced him and cupped his pussy slicked hand over her mouth.

  “Stop yelling bloody murder, you stuck-up bitch,” and he inserted his index finger into her mouth. Donnie didn’t expect her to bite him, but she did, Ling would not give up easily. Donnie slapped her across the left cheek which forced her to release his tooth marked digit, oozing blood as he pulled his finger free. He pinned her to the floor, holding her wrists above her head with one hand, and used his strength and size to force her legs open. She tried to thrash but only succeeded in using up her dwindling reserve of energy. Donnie grabbed his fully erect, 12 inch monster and pushed the head past Ling’s “lips”, against her pussy hole.

  Here he waited like a well trained dog until he saw Rosa nod, and he plunged his cock into the petite, helpless woman. Three inches in, he rammed into the hymen, still intact, and a rush ran through him as he appreciated; even as a gay man, her virginal tightness. He hooked his arms under Ling’s legs and bent them so they almost touched her perky tits, and then he drove his throbbing dick to the hilt. The big Scot felt the hymen give way to the onslaught. Donnie would not be denied, and he laughed out loud as Ling yelped in a mix of ectasy and pain.

  Holding his upper body up as if doing “girlie” push-ups, he thrust his cock into her drenched cunt again. On the fourth stroke, he looked down at his proud member to see it streaked with blood as well as cum. Ling, her eyes squeezed shut, tried to stop her coming orgasm. The pain and pleasure assaulted her senses at the same time, and soon she was rocking her hips in an eager upward movement, to meet the invading cock. ‘This is what it must be like to be penetrated by a bat.’

  With a last thrust, balls impacting the small woman’s rear, Donnie came deep inside Ling, in a shuddering, throbbing orgasm of his own. This sent Ling over the edge and she fell into the abyss of her own shattering pleasures. Donnie lay atop the small woman, enjoying the cum fueled power for a full minute, before rolling off, Ling's diminutive frame.

  Rosa, Ian, and Theresa stood, staring intently, approval gracing their visages as one. This would be fun, deliciously so. Rosa kept to the pain and pleasure principle: one poor soul writhing in pain and ecstasy while others experienced only pleasure. Inside, Donnie was queer as a three dollar bill, but had never been penetrated himself. He thought of himself as a pitcher, not a catcher. Ian approached Donnie, still lying on the plush, wall to wall sea of red, still panting with the effort of fucking Ling. ‘Not much for stamina, this one,’ Ian projected.

  Donnie said, “Hey Ian, that was great. What’s next?”

  “I’m so glad you asked. One good deflowering deserves another, my precious. I’m going to fuck you, Donnie. With this.” Ian opened his scarlet robe and grasped his cock. “It’s not quite as long as yours’, but I’m thicker, and you will feel it in that tight virgin ass, won’t you?”

  Donnie rose to his full height, face turning purple with anger. “The fuck you will. I’ll crush you if you try.”

  “There is no try. Only do,” Ian quoted from a space movie he’d seen years before. “Now be a dear and assume the position.”

  Donnie swung at Ian’s head but Ian was far too quick. The next thing Donnie knew, his legs were no longer beneath him, and he landed in a heap. A split second later, Ian had a handful of the rugby player's red hair and wrenched the huge man onto all fours.

  “I was going to be nice about this, but now I’m gonna’ make you my bitch, treat you like a ginger haired whore.”

  Donnie found he could not move, controlled once again by unseen forces. He begged. He was ignored. But Donnie wanted this. He could pretend to fight all he liked, but in every fibre of his being, he knew he wanted to be taken by a man. Ian.

  Ian spit into his hand and moistened his thumb before popping it into Donnie’s rectum, whose head shot up in surprise before realizing it wasn’t Ian’s manhood. Yet. Ian leaned over, lying across the broad back of his prey, cock pushing against the hairy cheeks, and whispered, “Here comes the choo choo, right into the dark tunnel. Donnie felt his butt cheeks being forced open to accept what came next. Ian, excited by his own initiation, plunged his cock all the way in on the first thrust. Donnie screamed and tried to wriggle away but found his hips in a vise like grasp, that held him in place. Ian felt no remorse as he ass fucked the young stud. Lunging hard each time he filled the pliant hole with hard cock.

  With no warning, the black man from his hazy past was there, and his 10 inches of ebony cock was pointing at Donnie's face. . He spoke not a word as he knelt in front of Donnie and yoked his head up from where he’d buried it in the carpet while he whimpered and moaned from enjoyment of Ian's ass invasion. The black man gazed at Donnie’s tear stained face for only a second and shoved his cock into Donnie’s mouth. He was airtight and panicked, but could do nothing as he damn nearly choked on the huge meat, being repeatedly slammed into his oral cavity. Ian reached under Donnie and began to jack the 12 inches in time with his thrusts. It was too much stimulation for the poor flame-haired Scot, and Ian felt Donnie's length spasm violently to climax in his hand. As his own engorged cock pulsed, Ian pulled it out and spurted the hot cum all over Donnie’s butt cheeks.

  He knew Donnie would think it was over, so he summarily sank his still hard meat back in. Judging by the way Donnie’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he must be swallowing the mysterious black man’s load as well. Both men pulled out of Donnie at the same time and let him collapse between them.

  Ian started to ask the big black man all the questions that had burned in his mind, but found that Ling was gently washing his penis and balls with a warm, damp towel and Theresa stood watching. And then the obsidian beast was gone. Where? How? He’d lost time somehow. ‘Rosa’ he thought.

  “Think not of these things, my darling Ian. We have other diversions to attend to.” Rosa was looking at him, smiling devilishly.

  Theresa, wearing black leather chaps that exposed and accentuated her access points and a matching bustier, tipped the cowgirl hat, perched atop her pretty head. She told Ling to stand, and then embraced the tiny Asian's naked body while sliding her tongue into Ling’s mouth. The kiss was deep and sensual. Theresa could feel Ling sag against her, while Theresa caressed her tiny frame. Ling found Theresa’s nipples and rolled them hard before pinching a sigh from the cowgirl. How did these people know of her fantasy? Ling had never told anyone about it. Theresa allowed Ling to push her to a blood red ottoman, where she kissed and licked her way from ankle to neck, conspicuously avoiding Theresa’s now dripping gash.

  After several minutes that felt like hours, Mai Ling’s tongue slid into Theresa ass. For a woman that had never done anything sexual in her young life, she did well, delving, darting, sucking: Theresa motioned Donnie over to take her place after her third O, which he eagerly did. Ling looked up only to see the gigantic cock as it bumped into her nose. She reflexively clutched the 12 inch member and Donnie did the rest, guiding it to her slightly parted lips. Cum seeping from the tip was smeared around Ling’s
mouth and Donnie forced the head in. She took it without complaint, until Theresa slipped a spiked choke collar around her neck, where she stood over the kneeling cocksucker.

  Donnie increased the depth of oral penetration as he brought her head down past the tip of his quivering cock. Theresa tightened the collar with a sharp tug and Ian began to “spank” her, eliciting a garbled yip. When Ling’s ass matched the colors of the chamber and she’d ceased to struggle, Donnie pumping her mouth like it was his personal cum receptacle; Ian spread her nether region and took his second virgin asshole of the night. The new invasion wracked Ling with a pain and enjoyment she had never even imagined, but she merely had to take it, as Theresa held her immobile. The original lesbian cowgirl fantasy Ling had imagined had turned into something both horrifying and exhilarating. She was wildly turned on, and terrified at the same time. The blood and sperm from her leaking cunt, mixed with the blood smearing Ian’s cock (which trickled a little every time he withdrew) provided a lubricated highway. Her one lane ass had become a three lane highway, stretched as it was.

  Rosa watched the foursome with relish and as Ling’s blood mixed with the aroma of pussy and male spunk, she felt herself go moist and her fangs lengthen. It was time to make another disciple. She appeared below Ian’s scrotum which slapped into Ling’s sex as he hammered at her wide open dark hole. Rosa ignored Ian’s sack full-o-goodies and licked at the potent mix. This drove her to the brink of her own orgasm, but she stopped and moved under Ling where she viciously grabbed the perky, rosebud tits and squeezed the nipples-hard enough to make Ling let out a little squeal, that came out as a whimper. Rosa took the left breast into her mouth and sunk her fangs into the soft flesh. Ling was too delirious, too drunk on carnal joy, to even notice Rosa feeding on her, releasing the ancient code that would cause her to become.