Destiny Taken (Destiny Lost Book 1)

by Giulia Napoli

  I thought I would die. I needed to poop, shit, expel waste, eject the fluid filling me beyond any words to describe it. Finally, a seemingly infinite time later, the matron positioned me over a drain, and released the inflated plug closing me.

  I exploded from my ass in a disgusting spray of detritus, most but not all of which sloshed down the drain. This continued for another eternity. Then I was done.

  I was sprayed with a hot-water hose, doused with an antiseptic solution – or so I was told – wiped down, dried off, and fitted with a diaper.

  I WAS WEARING A DIAPER AGAIN! I had never been so ashamed because this time, I wasn’t paralyzed. Negasi had made me incontinent so that I wouldn’t hold back voiding myself on the long trip to wherever he was taking me and, according to him, possibly damaging myself. Then, before I left that awful place, everything got worse, as I felt a wetness develop in the front of the diaper, where I’d wet myself, yet again. I couldn’t stop it! I didn’t know how!

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  I left with my Master in his limousine, a very short while later. Save for the diaper, I was as naked as I’d been for the last year and a half. I was far more embarrassed in the diaper than I’d ever been naked, because being naked had become totally normal for me. There had always been a good dose of exhibitionism in me, which was probably why initially being naked in front of the other prisoners and staff hadn’t bothered me much at all. I'd become more self-conscious after they fattened me up, but at this point I'd even adjusted to showing off my now Rubenesque body.

  Now, though, I wasn’t naked, I wasn’t paralyzed for punishment, I was a baby in a diaper! I pissed myself! They had taken even that little bit of dignity from me!

  We drove out of the gates of the Control Institution for Delinquent Women in a Mercedes limo. I hadn’t noticed when I’d arrived, but there was no barbed or razor wire around or above the gate at all. I’d never considered it in the eighteen months I’d been in the Control Institution, but I realized then that there had been nothing but a high, chain-link fence surrounding the entire prison. Most anyone could climb over it. But there never was an escape attempt, nor had there ever been one, based on what several matrons had told me in casual conversation.

  We were all controlled. The controls and the controllers had a grip on our minds. Escape was impossible, because none of us had been capable of either planning or doing it.

  I realized – like I never had before – that no one who entered the Control Institution, ever emerged the same. I may have entered as a talented, educated, stable, free American. I left as a piece of deformed clay, to be molded by whomever held my controller.

  As best I could remember, I’d been a good person. I was responsible; I contributed to the betterment of society; I used my talents for the difficult acquisition of knowledge valuable to everybody. I was fair and not prejudiced; I was respectful and thoughtful; I had been a good, loving child, teenager, young adult, adult friend, and lover.

  It hadn’t mattered. The universe didn’t care. In spite of all my good intentions, I’d been turned into the sub-person that those who controlled me wanted me to be.

  Ashamed and distraught in my diaper, I was escorted to a doorway that lead outside. The hot blast of dry, dusty air was exactly like every day in this hellhole. I was certain that I would now depart this place, only to be carried to yet another level of hell.

  As the gates closed behind us, I also realized that I’d probably never see my friends Altaf and Erij again. I sat almost naked in the rear compartment, belted into the seat across from my Master. The belt seemed to cut into my naked, pudgy skin everywhere it touched me. I began to cry, my deep sobs wracking my little body, made chubby through no fault of my own. The Institution had altered my body and my mind. Already, my new master had further transformed me. I’d lost the only friends I had; I was disappearing even deeper into this strange part of the strange Middle East; and I was about to be turned into a whore.

  “Consider yourself rescued, Little One,” my Master told me.

  I couldn’t. I didn’t. I wouldn’t. I was now merely enslaved by someone else.

  Epilogue – Reflections of My Life

  We had driven through never-ending desert for about an hour. I was still totally distraught. My eyes were surely red and puffy, my nose was running, tears wouldn’t stop, and I had managed to dampen a mountain of tissues that rested on the white leather seat next to me.

  “Fatina,” my Master said, interrupting my morose, self-pity party. “Unfasten your belt, get a waste container out of that cabinet, and dispose of those tissues.”

  It was a command so, of course, that’s what I did. I returned the wastebasket to the cupboard, closed the door, and started to refasten my seatbelt. He offered me a cigarette, which I took and smoked hungrily. I felt that stirring of arousal.

  “Don’t refasten the belt,” Negasi told me. “Remove your diaper, scoot down a little, spread your legs, and massage your slit and clitoris until you cum.”

  I shook my head in response. In my current state, that was not something I wanted to do.

  Negasi just sat there and looked at me, not saying anything else. I felt that itch start to build in me, that need to obey his command. Resisting it would only increase my anxiety, which would build until it was true agony. I looked at him sadly, then did what he commanded and began to play with my newly-restored pussy.

  I thought I might be slow to respond because my intimacies had been dormant for so long, but that didn’t happen. I could feel the beginnings of arousal almost at once, and the pleasure built steadily. My tears stopped. In minutes I’d reached the peak and was at the edge, about to cum for the first time since I left Dyana on my ill-fated trip to give a talk in Jeddah. I moaned in pleasure.

  In a second or two, I would climax. “Continue to pleasure yourself as you are, but you cannot cum,” Negasi told me.”

  It was too late; I knew it was going to happen right then. I kept at it, trying not to care about what he’d said, while I anticipated my first orgasm in eighteen months. I was there and nothing would stop me …

  I was still there, working myself in the way I knew would bring me over the top. I was right there, unmistakably at the edge, about to sail over. Oh! The anticipation was sublime! I was finally a sexual being again! I was about to cum!

  I was about to cum! I was right there! Another stroke, another manipulation of my screaming clit and …

  I didn’t cum. I stayed right at that sweet point - that delicious moment before orgasm - for several minutes, working, working everything in my genitals. I used my left hand to squeeze my enlarged, rock-hard nipples. I rubbed and pushed and pinched all of my erogenous places.

  And I couldn’t cum!

  I had to continue. My Master had ordered me to. But I couldn’t cum. I had intended to disobey him, expecting to climax before the itch to obey got too severe. I was edging, but edging with nowhere to go. Nothing I did could make me cum. Was I broken? Had something not returned to normal in my pussy, in my clit?

  I continued on for five minutes, ten. Somewhere in there I wet myself and it ran down my slit, between my legs and onto the seat. I didn’t care. I kept on but stayed at the top of my arousal. I couldn’t go over the top into that glorious culmination of my diligent effort – an orgasm!

  I looked at Negasi who dispassionately returned my stare. Then without changing expression, he simply whispered, “Cum.”

  Instantly, I exploded in an orgasm so wonderful and simultaneously so painful that I screamed uncontrollably. My plump curves shook and my vagina squirted so hard that I wet Negasi’s shoes. It was the most powerful, all-encompassing feeling of my life.

  That orgasm was so consuming, so agonizingly strong and painful, that I never wanted to experience its like again. It was too much. More than a person would ever care to bear. I sat there, physically wrecked from what he’d made me do, how he’d controlled the level where I was stuck, and how a word from him pushed me into a crazed climax that w
as beyond what any woman would care to experience.

  Negasi pulled his robe up to his waist, then over his head. He sat naked and very, very erect. He reached into a small compartment and removed a hand towel and tube of lubricant.

  “For your rosebud. Dry yourself first,” he said evenly, as though it were the most normal thing.

  I was weak from the shattering climax. I didn’t want to obey but I couldn’t help myself. I could deny my Master nothing. He controlled me.

  I squatted on my haunches and liberally lubed my asshole. I was no anal virgin as such, but I wasn’t much experienced. The last time had been the sorry attempt Erij, Altaf and I had made when we’d snuck off to be intimate. I’d taken Altaf’s and Erij’s fingers within it. Prior to that, I could count my other anal incidents on one hand.

  “Sit on me,” Negasi said. “Ease onto me slowly.”

  I turned, facing away from him, and reached behind to grasp his relaxed upper arms to guide me. Slowly, carefully, I positioned his cock at the entrance to my well-lubricated rosebud. I eased onto his rock-hard penis, rotating my hips slightly to facilitate moving him into me. My first impulse, as it had been every time, save with Altaf and Erij, was to move away and reject the intrusion. Either his command to my controlled mind, or my own need to obey for fear of the consequences of my disobedience, kept me slowly, slowly twisting around and dropping carefully onto his steel-like rod, pushing it ever deeper within my rectum.

  Negasi held my still-shapely waist in his big hands and I moved up and down on him, trying to relax enough to avoid more serious discomfort and backlash from the intrusion of his large member. He pushed up into me deeper and I gasped from the force and need to expel him. I continued to ride him, though, and tried to make myself squeeze him when he reached maximum depth. I could tell by his murmurs that it pleased him, so I continued to do that. I found that it took my mind off my need to be rid of his cock within me.

  Tia chose that moment to appear to me from the place where I’d been sitting. She was dressed in a beige, Eritrean Habisha kamis trimmed in royal blue, and the netela head shawl. Her deeply brown hair, flowing behind the netela, was longer than I remembered it. She held her hands in prayer, her fingertips up by her lips, her head bent and her eyes downcast.

  For a moment I panicked, fearing Negasi would see her. Then I realized that there was no chance of that. She was either a figment of my imagination, or a spirit that would appear only to me. I wanted to speak out loud to her, but I couldn’t, of course. She sat there looking at me being penetrated from behind.

  Negasi continued to pound into the rear entrance of my body, and I tried to perform as best I could for my Master. I tried not to let Tia’s presence, or vision, affect what was very real and immediate. I couldn’t let her disrupt what my Master had commanded.

  I felt my Master reach around to my sensitive pussy, and circle my clitoris with his long, slender, talented fingers. My clit was ultra-sensitive and sore, but he managed to manipulate the area around it, causing my arousal to build again.

  I tried to use the image of Tia, sitting there in prayer, to shut down my increasing pleasure, but it had no effect. My upward movement toward another orgasm wasn’t to be denied.

  He played me like a master would play a del Gesù violin. He knew what to do with the combination of his anal penetration of me, and his digital manipulation of my sexual center. I thought I would surely melt away. I hoped I would.

  “Little One, cum for me,” he said and I found I was putty in his hands; his command utterly controlled my body.

  His words immediately catapulted me to the top and I came again with uncontrollable force, not at all sure of where the arousal had originated. I rolled over the climax into another piercing, consuming orgasm as, only seconds later, Negasi exploded into my rectum. Having no personal control at all, I squeezed and pumped him with my anal contractions until I knew he was spent. My sweet Tia, if the apparition had any connection to her real essence, watched the man who now owned me finesse my clit and fuck me up my ass to a blistering climax.

  Tia slowly raised her head and looked up at me, tears in her eyes. I thought I heard her tell me something but her voice was little more than a slight breeze.

  My mind was mush, coming off another orgasm over which I had no control. When I came down, Tia was still there.

  I heard Tia say, “Destiny … we were so good together … as high-school friends, and briefly as lovers. Don’t punish yourself anymore over what happened when I perished and left the real world of existence. You were imperfect and so was I. You’ve done right by your friends, including me, Mimi, Dyana, Altaf and Erij. Stop believing you deserved what’s happened to you. That’s not how it works.

  “No, you cannot return to your original path. There have been too many disruptions, detours, and doors closed. Perhaps my demise was the only event needed to lead you off the track. Regardless, others have taken your destiny and bound you to follow them. Live as best you can.”

  She faded quickly, but before she vanished I thought I heard her say, “Seek out the Sisters. You’ll know when the time comes. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you. Now, the most I can hope for is to be allowed to observe.” A moment later, I was alone with Negasi, who was shrinking out of me. I had no idea whom Tia meant by “the Sisters.”

  My Master handed me a cigarette, which I lit and sucked on like a baby with her pacifier. I discovered the greater erotic pleasure they gave after sex.

  He had complete control over me on this new path. I donned a new diaper, moved back to my seat and began to cry again.

  There was more to come. Some of it would redeem me, some of it would devastate me. Friends would come, and friends would dissolve in the disruption of their own universe, to which I was a mere witness. Through it all, I would be there. I would become more and less, then more again.

  But I would never be the same.

  The story of Destiny/Karimah/Fatina continues in Destiny Bound

  Coming in Fall, 2016

  Chapter Title Songs

  The chapter titles in Destiny Taken are all from songs: some older, some contemporary. In case you’re interested, here are the songs, and artists. If you try each song at each chapter, I think you’ll like the way they connect to what you’re reading.

  Prologue – Fireflies: April Kry, 2015.

  Chapter 1 - Yesterday: The Beatles, 1965.

  Chapter 2 – Life Goes On: Poison, 1990.

  Chapter 3 - Landslide: Fleetwood Mac, 1975.

  Chapter 4 – This Girl Is a Woman Now: Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, 1969.

  Chapter 5 – Real Love: Mary J. Blige, 1992.

  Chapter 6 - Broken: Lifehouse, 2008.

  Chapter 7 – The Way We Were: Barbra Streisand, 1974.

  Chapter 8 – Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on me: Elton John, 1974.

  Chapter 9 - A Descent into Hell: Michael Wilson Jones, 2014.

  Chapter 10 – Loss of Control: Green Day, 2012.

  Chapter 11 – Count on Me: Bruno Mars, 2010.

  Chapter 12 – Why Don’t You Smile Now: The All Night Workers, 1965.

  Chapter 13 – Come Softly to Me: The Fleetwoods, 1958.

  Chapter 14 – Happiness in Slavery: Nine Inch Nails, 1992.

  Chapter 15 – Mind Control: Stephen Marley, 2007.

  Epilogue – Reflections of My Life: The Marmalade, 1969.

  About the Author

  Thirty-something Giulia Napoli grew up in East Lansing, Michigan. She has a Bachelor’s and a Master’s degree in Journalism from a prestigious Great Lakes area university. While an undergraduate, Giulia studied abroad for three years - a year each in London, Florence, and Brussels. Her interest in the many forms of erotica started and grew during her time in Europe. Giulia writes contemporary adult fantasy - romantic erotica - with themes of submission, fetishes, body modification, unusual bondage, and both M/F and F/F sexuality. Her stories have frequent surprising, unexpected, erotic twists thrown in. Her settings are often
exotic and global in scope, reflecting the broad travel experiences of this creative author.

  Gi is married to a brilliant, totally non-nerdy (her words) industrial scientist and executive. She has a three-year-old daughter. She and her husband live in a large metroplex in the Great Lakes region of the USA.

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