Forced Quickies

by Rosa Alvarado

  Jamie was not expecting Jojo to push her over and pounce on her as they rolled in the wet sand wresting for control bodies moving against one another in a delicious wet mess both girls moaning with pleasure, Jojo managed to pin Jamie down.

  She smiled down to her willing captive, "The tables are turned now sexy, it's my turn to torture you." Jamie wiggled under Jojo trying to escape; Jojo laughed "there is no escape now."

  Jojo moved her body over the top of Jamie's the pouring rain having washed the sand off and made their bodies glide over one another in an erotic caress. Jojo kissed Jamie's mouth tasting and capturing her mouth in a passionate dance as Jojo stripped off Jamie's bikini bottom and caressed her thigh against Jamie's soaked kitty Jamie purred in ecstasy as she humped Jojo's thigh. Jamie came hard moaning loudly in pleasure. Jojo bit her way down Jamie's body while Jamie was still cum drunk. Jojo started licking and sucking Jamie's clit Jamie moaned and arched her body against Jojo's mouth Jojo tugged and sucked Jamie's clit hard and fast until she came hard all over Jojo's face Jojo lapped the cum from Jamie's pussy and crawled up beside Jamie; they cuddled close and kissed as the rain washed their bodies.

  When Jamie finally gained control again she whispered in Jojo's ear "you still did not show me how to fire twirl." And kissed Jojo hard, tongues dancing together, before she could answer.

  The End.

  Masquerade

  "Miss Arneson, what exactly do you want?" Pierre snapped irritably, turning to glare at this woman, his nemesis, who had been hounding him so lately, taking so much energy away from his real interests-- his real *work*-- which no-one must ever learn of. Protecting his secret was taking so much effort now; she was getting too close.

  Jane smiled... a predatory, lazily triumphant smile. She kept finding that there were crossovers between real-world skills and things she did in this live-action roleplaying game; and she only hoped that, when she got the chance to do serious interviews as a journalist, that getting people rattled until they made revealing mistakes would be this much fun. Not that, in real life, either of them was actually a vampire with mystical magical secret powers fueled by their vampire blood or whatever. There were plenty of elements of the game that were pure fantasy. But a lot of the social maneuvering would work pretty much the same in real life. Knowing it was a game just let them be a little bit more uninhibited about it.

  Now she had him. Her character, Lily Arneson, was about to get the goods on Pierre Sacremont, an annoyingly mysterious artist whose secret project was the subject of a lot of rumors, some of which sounded as if they might seriously interfere with her plans. The other player, Paul, was normally very careful about never meeting her gaze; but she had rattled him, and he'd forgotten and looked straight at her, and now she could use her Dominate power on him.

  "I want you to keep looking into my eyes," she said, smiling even more, and holding a fist out to the side on top of her outstretched palm, to signal she was ready to resolve her character's attempt to mentally Dominate his with a round of rock-scissors-paper.

  "Damn it," Paul muttered under his breath, and she winked at him. He stuck out his tongue, but couldn't suppress a momentary smile. Jane was relentless and annoying, and they butted heads both in and out of game; but her "I'm beating you" grin *was* pretty sexy.

  They threw their signs, and both briefly looked to the side to see them. Paul sighed, and looked back into her eyes. "Good ol' rock..." he muttered, relaxing his hand out of the "scissors" peace-sign shape and putting it down by his side.

  "Nothin' beats rock!" Jane agreed brightly, opening her closed "rock" fist and wiggling the fingers at him as if mesmerizing him with waves of magic power from her mind.

  Flushed with delight at her success after... really quite a lot of social maneuvering to get to this point-- Paul had been pretty canny up till now-- Jane decided to play the scene for all it was worth. Still holding his gaze, she backed towards a couch. "Now. Let's have a seat and get to know each other a bit better, shall we?"

  By the time they reached the couch, Jane knew how she wanted to play it. Just the night before she'd been looking at some websites her roommate had bookmarked about hypnosis; and while they'd been aimed at somewhat naughtier uses, she thought she could imitate the basic style of the patter.

  "Have a seat with me, Pierre, and keep looking into my eyes, that's right. It's such a relief to finally sit down with you and just relax, after all this tedious, tiring, dancing around we've been doing, don't you agree? It takes so much effort to be so careful, all the time, and it's such a relief to finally be able to let that go, to have it over with, and settled, and not to have to think about that any more. You've been thinking so hard, for so long, and it's so lovely to stop thinking for a while, isn't it? You can just let me lead you for while, and that's such a relief, knowing this is where you were coming all along but you were fighting it, resisting it, and it feels so good to put down that burden and just give in, now, doesn't it." She nodded almost imperceptibly at this, and saw him faintly nodding back.

  "And as you keep looking deeper into my eyes, now, you can imagine walking down a flight of marble stairs, down into a dark, silent, peaceful crypt where you can finally rest, let go, and give in to deep, deep trance. Deeper into my eyes, into my control, with every step, and you will count them with me now. There are ten steps, and this is one: deeper and deeper into trance."

  "One..." he breathed in return.

  "That's right. Step down the next one now: two. Just letting all your defenses go."

  "Two..."

  "Very good. Now three, sinking even deeper."

  "Three..."

  "Four. Leaving your mind in my care."

  "Four..."

  "Five. Just following my words."

  "Five..."

  "Six. Following and obeying."

  "Six..."

  "Seven. Deeper and more obedient."

  "Seven..."

  "Eight. Knowing that you are in my power now."

  "Eight..."

  "Nine. Feeling the last traces of resistance leave you."

  "Nine..."

  "That's right. And, ten. Completely under my control."

  "Ten..."

  "Yes. Tell me that you are completely under my control."

  "I am completely under your control."

  "Very, very good. Now, Pierre..." Jane leaned forward until her lips were *almost* touching Paul's. "Tell me *all* of your secrets."

  Jane listened attentively as Paul told her about Pierre's secret project... which wasn't really very directly useful to Lily Arneson, but it was a bit scandalous and she could surely use that somehow. Most of the rumors she'd heard about it were pure speculation, and really she wouldn't have gone after Pierre nearly so strongly if she'd known this was all he was up to.

  But, Paul was *awfully* cute as a mind-controlled zombie. He kept that perfectly blank look on his face the whole time, he was really getting into this. Jane started to see what her roommate found so hot about the idea of hypnosis.

  What if he really were hypnotized?

  At first it was just an idle thought. But as time went on and Paul stayed so *perfectly* in character-- not even cracking a smile-- Jane started to wonder if maybe it were actually true. Maybe she *had* hypnotized him! She started to try to think of ways to find out.

  "That's very, very good, Pierre. You feel so good about telling me all of your secrets. And now, when I touch your forehead, you will feel every thought and idea vanish completely from your mind, leaving you blank, empty , and open. Now." Jane leaned forward and touched a finger to the center of Paul's forehead. He stared blankly back at her.

  "Every time you feel me touch the center of your forehead, you will return to this state, and any thoughts that may have begun to form in your mind will dissipate and vanish. Do you understand?"

  "Yes..." he replied quietly.

  "How do you feel about this command?"

  The moment his lips began to move to answer her, she tapped the cent
er of his forehead, and a slow confused look spread over his face.

  "Deeper and deeper," she said. "So completely obedient."

  His features settled a bit.

  "How do you feel about obeying me?" she asked.

  Again, as he began to answer, she reached forward and touched his brow. He once again looked vaguely confused.

  "You must obey me. Say it."

  "I must obey you," he replied, looking almost relieved.

  "That's right. Now, in a moment, I'm going to wake you up. But after I do, whenever I say 'look into my eyes,' you're going to look into my eyes immediately, do you understand? It's going to happen before you think about it, and you won't be able to stop yourself."

  "Yes..."

  "Yes. Now, you will wake up when I snap my fingers... remembering this as a perfectly normal conversation that you feel good about. One, two, three." She snapped her fingers, and Paul blinked.

  "*So* good to finally have a chance to really talk with you, Pierre. I do appreciate your candor." Jane stood up, and started walking to the door.

  "Um... yes. You too," Paul replied, haltingly. He stood up also, looking around the room.

  "Oh, actually, you know, there was one other thing I was curious about," Jane said casually, turning back towards Paul. He raised an eyebrow, but continued looking around as if he'd misplaced something.

  Jane stepped back towards him, taking a large, ornate ring out of her handbag, and setting it on the table in front of Paul. He looked at it, as she'd intended.

  "Look into my eyes," she said firmly. Paul immediately looked up at her, with an air of surprise.

  She leaned forward and tapped the center of his forehead.

  All the focus went out of his eyes.

  "*Good*. So very good. Deeper... and deeper... and deeper. That's right. And just sit right back down on the couch again, letting me guide your body... that's right." She took his arm and led him back to his seat.

  What to do with him now?

  Looking at her blank, mindless... completely edible prey, thinking a little like Lily and a little like those websites her roommate liked so much, an idea came to her, and she laughed. Paul continued to stare, expressionlessly, and she laughed more.

  Jane reached into her purse and took out three small red squares of paper.

  "Now. In a moment, I am going to wake you up again. And you are going to drink my blood, three times."

  He didn't so much as breathe quickly at that. He was completely gone.

  "As you know, this will bind you to me... forever. With each drink, your emotions will bend more and more towards me, until with the third taste of my blood, I will become the most important thing in the world to you. You know this will happen, but you will be unable to stop yourself, because you must obey me."

  "I must obey you..." Paul replied faintly.

  "That's right. And Paul, although you know this is a game, you will find that your emotions are responding just like Pierre's. This will help you get into your role. You will forget that I told you this, Paul, but as you tear each of these pieces of paper that represent drinks of my blood, you will *feel* the change in your emotions towards me, no matter what you think you want. Do you understand?"

  "Yes..."

  "But just to make it extra fun, you're going to start off feeling every bit of annoyance you've ever felt towards me. I'm your nemesis, and you know I have it in for you. You hate me. But you can't stop yourself from drinking my blood, because you must obey me."

  "I must obey you..."

  "That's right. And your emotions will remember *just* how to respond, but you can forget..." she tapped Paul in the forehead, and his eyes unfocused even more.

  "And one, two, three, awake." She snapped her fingers.

  "Huh," said Paul.

  "I do so love our little chats. I hope you'll consider my offer. And, of course, put in a good word for me with your friends."

  Paul shook his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs. He scowled. "Not very likely. Are we finished here? You are welcome to see yourself out."

  "Oh, absolutely." Jane got up and headed towards the door again. Then she turned. "There's just one more thing..." She pointed towards the three squares of red paper on the table. "Take a drink of my blood."

  Paul looked at the table, then up at her, the distaste growing even stronger on his face. "Sure, of *course* I'm going to blood-bond myself to you." He picked up one of the squares. "I'd say something here about unpleasant things I'd sooner kiss, but I'm sure you can use your imagination." He tore the square of paper, then looked at it in surprise.

  Jane smiled at him. It was *almost* worth losing to her, just to get to see that sexy triumphant grin of hers. Maybe it was just that he had to look at her mouth to avoid looking into her eyes and letting her character get a chance to Dominate him. He wasn't going to let that happen again.

  He briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips, but he couldn't imagine a situation in which either of them would actually go for that unless they were both very drunk.

  "Now you've had your fun. I trust you'll be going?"

  "First, look into my eyes."

  His surprised eyes were right there, looking straight into hers. She laughed, held his gaze for a moment, then deliberately looked away, laughing more. "Now take another drink of my blood."

  "You've got to be the crazy bitch you've always acted like if you think I'm going to drink this one," Paul said, picking up the second square of red paper. "That would give you just a *bit* too much leverage."

  He tore the square, and once again looked down at it in surprise.

  "Yes, it would, wouldn't it?" Jane nearly purred.

  Pierre began to realize... and Paul began to realize... just how much trouble he was in. He stood up and began backing away.

  "You'd better take that last one with you," Jane said. Paul picked up the last red square of paper.

  He was backing slowly away from her, and she was advancing on him, stalking him like the sexiest cat he'd ever seen. From somewhere, the image came into his head of her pushing him onto the couch, straddling him, celebrating her victory over his character with a victory over his body. It was an embarrassing image, but even more embarrassing was that it was making him hard.

  "Look into my eyes," she said again, and he immediately locked gazes with her. Damn it.

  She'd backed him in a circle, and back up against the couch.

  "I'm Dominating you. Throw scissors again. Lose to me," Jane said.

  Paul's arms moved without him really thinking about them, in time with Jane's as they threw rock-scissors-paper for the challenge. They brought their hands up, but he didn't look. He couldn't look away from her.

  "Rock beats scissors," she said. She leaned forward, and he fell onto the couch.

  He lay down, as she came forward, and she straddled him.

  "Last drink," she said, still holding his gaze, so intensely.

  He slowly brought the red square up between them.

  "Drink," she said. "You're mine now."

  Still looking helplessly into her eyes, he slowly tore the third red square.

  And infinitely slowly, knowing he was aching more for it every second, she leaned down to bring her lips right down to his, and kissed him.

  The End.

  Hard Habit to Break

  The room was humming with anticipation. She lay, reclining seductively on the chaise longue in the corner, hand cupping her chin, leaning lazily on her elbow. She feigned an air of nonchalant indifference, as though this turn of events happened every day. In reality her heart raced like a freight train, beating its own frantic symphony inside her chest. She was fired up and wished the moment would hurry, she ached for it and needed the time to pass quickly.

  The softness of the silk robe on her breasts added a delightful sensation to her already hardening nipples as she breathed in and out. She tried to regulate her quickening breaths, but it was hard. Her mouth was dry, and her thoughts a ma
elstrom of excitement. The assembled men looked her way occasionally, eagerness apparent on their faces, and, she noted with a tingle in between her legs, further southwards.

  Then the host clapped his hands, sounding for all the world like a school teacher, and bade everyone to gather round. He announced that they were to begin shortly, and from that she took her cue, and rose from the chaise undoing the belt of her robe as she did so. As she stood up, her robe slithered from her body, landing almost liquidly at her feet. There were murmurs of approval from everyone, as they caught sight of her firm breasts, her pert bum and her slim waist.

  She lay down on the soft throw that had been placed for her comfort on the floor, and looked around her. This was it, her favourite indulgence, and a time when she knew she would lose herself in the situation entirely. The guys gathered round, looking appreciatively at her lithe body spread out before them. Over to the side a porn film started up on the tv, and the first guy took a hold of his short but thick cock in his hand and began to wank himself up and down slowly.

  The others took their lead and also began to play with themselves, without any self consciousness at all. Someone knelt at her side and she took his stiffening cock in her hand and, gripping firmly, she began to work it up and down, revelling in the power that she felt as it grew within her grasp. One by one they moved closer, eager to make sure they had a space they were happy with, and eager to make sure that their offerings wouldn't fall short. She heard their breaths quickening, saw beads of sweat appearing on their brows, upper lips and torsos and numerous looks of concentration on some of their faces.

  She revelled in the smell in the room, a heady mix of cologne and fresh clean sweat......of testosterone....of pure man, and it made her clit start to tingle again and she felt herself start to get wet. She slid her hand down between her legs and slipped her finger between her pussy lips. The sensation only served to make her nipples even harder, so that they ached so much. She rubbed her swelling clit slowly, feeling it grow under her fingers. A low moan escaped from her lips, which served to tip the kneeling man over the edge into a hot and gushing climax.