Gasping, Alice pulled away and rolled onto her back. Against the cool grass, Aquetong leaned into her, gathering her in his arms. He kissed her gently on the lips, on her neck, on her tops of her breasts, until the trembling stopped. Alice closed her eyes, breath ragged and thoroughly pleased. After several deep breaths, approached her normal state of being. No one was this good. No one was close.
Alice stroked the fine tentillum at his mouth. He closed his eyes in pleasure. “What was so special about today?” she asked.
“Summer solstice. The longest day of the year. It is the only day the light reaches the deepest parts of the lake. My family is not one for keeping track of the dates but some things percolate to the bottom of the lake.”
Cold dread grew over Alice. “What…what happened to your last assistant?”
Aquetong gave her a serious look. “She didn’t follow directions.”
Alice always assumed the previous assistant left the job. What he was telling her was unbearable. “You fed her to your family. Oh my god. You were going to feed me to them, to the tentacles.” She wanted to run. She should run. What was she thinking, that she could consort with lake monsters unscathed?
Aquetong gripped Alice by the shoulders, preventing her flight. “No, listen to me. Alice, listen to me.” He planted a kiss on her, deep and calming. Her body responded despite her fear. Damn him.
“Good. Now listen, please. Every year my family demands an offering to prove that I am safe. Bread, bell and candle, all purchased willingly by a woman with sex and gold.”
“That’s why you made me get the coins this morning.”
“Yes. And the shameless sex.” Concerned, his eyes searched her face for understanding.
Alice wasn’t ready to give it yet. She said nothing.
“Last year, my assistant thought I was joking.”
“What happened to her?”
“It’s a wonderfully complex ritual, actually. My family likes a bit of ceremony and a show.”
“But what happened to her?”
He looked away from her, towards the lake. “They need to know someone cares for me. It’s sweet. Someone who cared enough to make an offering to buy me one more year above water. Without the scent of her sex on the items, they assumed she was part of the offering, too.” He turned towards Alice. “They took her to the deep, Alice.”
“Every year a new girl?”
“Not every year.”
“You send them to their deaths.”
“No, I send them to do a ritual.”
“And the girl before me? What did she do wrong?”
“She cut some corners. She didn’t believe me when I told her to flirt. She didn’t even buy anything with the gold. But you did, Alice, because you are my gorgeous trollop.”
Alice shuddered. She could still feel the tentacles on her skin, pulling and caressing. She followed the ritual and he still wasn’t sure she would be spared. The tentacles wrapped up her legs, around her waist and Aquetong continued to fuck her while his family decided if they would take her. “Did you know they wouldn’t take me?”
“When you recited your exploits, I knew you were safe.”
“All day, I was compelled. More than just turned on, which I was, but so much more. I felt like a girl in a fairytale.” She watched his webbed fingers, blue and green, stroke the flat of her belly.
“The ritual compelled you to get what you needed. You must be very sensitive to detect it.”
A nervous laugh freed itself from her, releasing tension, doubt and anger. “We totally did it in front of your family.”
“They like you. Can you hear them singing?”
The hum of locusts and frogs filled the twilight.
The Lake Monster’s Education
Nancey Cummings
Chapter One
The librarian was not what Alice expected.
Stuffy air in the warm office made her light headed. Tucked in a corner under the roof, a small window was open but nothing drifted in except the sounds of the campus below.
The librarian, Soren Parrish, had wild, dark hair and a disarming grin. Combined with bright eyes, he was dangerously handsome for a librarian. A girl could develop a thing for bookworms.
He circled around her, inspecting her. Alice stood with her shoulders back, chin firm and eyes straight ahead. She would not allow any signs of nervousness. Alice carried a medium sized box; while not heavy, her arms grew weary. She shifted the package’s weight to her hip.
Parrish took the box and set it on his desk. “Do you know why you’re here, Miss Lynn?”
“Is it about my book report? Because I swear the dog ate it.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Try again.”
“Are my books overdue? Because you got fine written all over you.”
“Closer. Mr. Aquetong requested private tutoring for you.” His voice was bored.
Alice shivered. Yes. They discussed if Alice would like lessons. A week’s training, Mr. Aquetong told her. She’d stay in a comfortable hotel and do everything her instructor commanded, and it would add a new layer to their play. She liked the idea of an edifying field trip but disliked being apart.
“He says you are a defiant and willful submissive. You disobey commands from your dom. Is this true?” Parrish returned to his desk and opened the box, splitting the taped seam with a pair of scissors. Whatever was in the box made him smile and it was a smile to melt panties. What she wouldn’t give to be on the receiving end of such a smile.
“Yes.”
“When we are having a lesson, you call me Sir. Understood?” He didn’t even look up when he spoke to her.
“Yes, Sir.” The word was heavy in her mouth, like a pebble she needed to learn to enunciate around.
“Do you want to be here, Miss Lynn?”
“Yes, Sir.” The words were clear, precise and a burden on her lips.
“And you want to please Mr. Aquetong?”
“Of course.” Aquetong was her employer and a lake monster. She was his assistant, a pair of hands to interact without scrutiny in the world. Three months ago she never would have guessed that the old stories about a lake monster were real, let alone that the lake monster lived in a large house at the top of the lake and she would crave the way he dominated her or she could care for him so deeply.
“Before we go further, Miss Lynn, I want to discuss the rules of our lessons. Is that agreeable to you?”
“Yes, Sir.” A flush ran over her. Alice plucked at the white fabric of her blouse, clinging to the small of her back. The room was too hot. She kept her eyes forward, towards the window. If he wouldn’t look at her, she wouldn’t look at him.
“Good. You are my pupil. You will do as I say and not question my methods.”
“What will you command?” Alice licked her lips. A naked walk across campus at night would be nice. Would he have her experience the public humiliations Mr. Aquetong so enjoyed?
“Mostly stand here, do that. Nothing too scandalous.”
She nodded.
“I will spank you, hard but not enough to break the skin or bruise. Are you okay with that?” A shiver ran down her spine. His voice was deep and sonorous, the kind of voice practiced in seduction. She could listen to him read the phone book and then gleefully bend over to be paddled with the same book.
“Yes, sir. And will you restrain me?”
“Do you like to be restrained?”
Alice turned the idea over in her head. Being restrained sounded exciting. “I’ve never done that but I’d like to try.”
“What else would you like to experience?”
She cast her eyes down to the thick wool carpeted floor. Her most secret desires? Wasn’t it enough she had sex with a fantastic creature? A creature with a huge cock that made her cum like no one else. She ran through the short list of lovers before Aquetong, an unsatisfying rogue’s gallery and their vanilla endeavors. She enjoyed the games she played with Aquetong. He gave her a task, l
ike seduce the baker, and listened with rapt attention when she gave the play by play. She wanted him present during those escapades but knew the lake monster’s need for secrecy created limitations. “I want to be ordered to fuck another man by Mr. Aquetong. I want him to watch and tell me what to do, step by step.”
He moved near her, the heat from his body rippling through the stifling atmosphere. Parrish smiled. She would not turn her head to meet his gaze. “That is advanced, Miss Lynn. I don’t think you’re ready His finger lifted her but it gives us something to work towards.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If you want to stop for any reason, if I’m hurting you too much, if you change your mind, the word is red. If you say red, we finish for the day. I will periodically ask you if you’re comfortable to continue. If you are, say green.”
“Red, green. Understood, Sir.”
“You’re a bright girl, Aquetong said. Eager and a fast learner. I’m sure we’ll get on famously.”
“Thank you.”
His finger lifted her chin and he held her gaze. “Now, I need you to take off your shirt.”
Alice removed her blouse and folded it neatly on his desk. Next came the ordered to remove her shoes and trousers. She stood in her pink polka dot underwear for his inspection. He circled around her, inspecting her like a piece of meat or a used car. Alice felt flush, the blood rising to the surface of her skin under scrutiny. He was probably going to kick her tires next.If she had known this would happen, she would have worn something better than her faded white cotton bra and panties
“And the underwear, Miss Lynn.”
“No, Sir.”
“Tell me. Why are you defiant?”
“I’m not sure.” He barely looked at her. She stripped and he sounded bored.
The smack from a heavy book landed sharply on her exposed bottom, the sound of leather bindings and flesh connecting cracked through the heavy air. Her skin stung in the most pleasant way.
“In here I am Sir, Miss Lynn. Don’t make me remind you again.”
“Yes, Sir.” It took all her will not to rub her bottom and lick her lips. She was going to like her special lessons.
“As charming as the little pink polka dots are, I am tired of looking at them. Remove your underwear, Miss Lynn.”
He circled around her as she unhooked the bra. She let the bra and matching panties fall to the floor. “You like to be punished, Miss Lynn?”
What did he want her to say? She liked that he was paying attention to her. “I think so, Sir.”
Parrish sat down at his desk and picked up a pen. “Uncertainty at this stage is a good sign, Miss Lynn. It means we have room to explore and push at your boundaries. It means we will have fun together.” He wrote in a notebook as he spoke, not looking up from the page.
A shiver ran down her spine. His voice was deep and sonorous, the kind of voice practiced in seduction. She could listen to him read the phone book.
“But willful defiance just to be punished...that is not desirable. I will not discipline you because you crave discipline.”
“I thought that was the point, Sir.”
He continued to write. “The point, Miss Lynn, is complete trust between you and your partner. They will do all you desire and you trust them to surrender completely without fear and hesitation. You trust them to not hurt you. Trust, safety and surrender, Miss Lynn. To disobey just for a smack on the bottom is juvenile and short sighted.”
“I apologize, Sir.”
He continued to write.
“Sir?”
“Miss Lynn, I need you stand still and meditate on what we discussed today.” His voice was weary and thin. The naked woman in his office was boring.
Bookshelves lined the available wall space, shelves overstuffed with books, notebooks and wooden boxes. Primitive clay statues vied for elbow room with stacks of journals. In the shadows of a bookcase, light gleamed on a camera lens. Alice tilted her head, trying to get a better view. Was she being filmed?
The sounds from the campus outside the stuffy office drifted in. Early autumn and the birds were manic in the trees, enjoying the last throws of summer warmth. Mumbled student voices drifted in. Her eyes grew heavy. Finally, just when her shoulders began to droop, he broke the silence.
“Do you have any questions for me?”
“What’s in the box?” Alice asked. His smile faltered. She continued, “I only ask because you can’t keep your eyes off of it. It must be something special to completely ignore the naked lady right in front of you.”
“Do you need to be the center of my attention, Miss Lynn?”
“If I’m naked, I think it’s only fair.”
“What makes you think anything about this arrangement is fair?”
“Sir, you have me naked in your office. You spanked me and we discussed my desires. It gives a girl...ideas.”
Parrish moved quickly and grabbed her long dark hair. He pulled back sharply, forcing her to step forward. Roughly, he turned her around and pressed her chest against his desk, books and papers digging into her flesh.
His hand skimmed up her inner thigh, spreading her. “Red or green, Alice.”
“Green! Green!”
His free hand cupped her pussy. She strained against the palm of his hand. His tight grip on her hair gave her limited mobility.
Then she felt it. A finger parted the lips of her cunt and stroked her inner fold. His fingers were large but smooth, the hands of a learned man. Aquetong’s webbed hands were slick with scales and gave a shiver inducing sensation as he stroked her. The librarian was soft, like being stroked by velvet. She moaned.
He yanked on her hair, snapping back her head. “If I fucked you the way you wanted, you couldn’t stay quiet.”
“I could try, Sir.”
“No, Alice, you would disturb the silence of the library and betray our lessons.”
“Please, Sir.” He always did this, teasing her to the point of climax and then backing away. It wasn’t fair. “I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”
Another stroke. A gasp from Alice.
“I give you permission to pleasure yourself tonight, Alice. Touch yourself, make yourself cum all over those expensive hotel sheets and think about how hard you make me.”
He released her. “Get dressed. We’ll pick up tomorrow.”
Chapter Two
At the hotel, Alice rest on the bed, stretched next to her laptop. Aquetong’s strange visage filled the screen. “What did you think of Soren Parrish, my pet?”
“Librarians are hot. They can really teach you something,” Alice said, naughty glee in her voice.
Aquetong was not impressed with her joke. “You’ve been working on that all day?”
“Sour puss,” Alice said. “He’s does have a voice to melt panties.”
“Were panties melted?”
Alice shifted, propping her chin on her hands, and peered straight into the camera. “They started to heat up. What are you getting out of this educational foray?”
“These lessons are for your pleasure, not mine.”
Evasive. Typical. “I miss you.”
“It is only a week.”
“How detailed are my lessons going to be?”
“Thorough. Precise. No corner untouched. I need to get you ready for the next level.”
“I like the sound of that. May I…” her voice petered out.
“You want to know if you can fuck him.”
“May I?” Her heart belonged to the lake monster but he encouraged her to find joy and satisfaction outside their relationship.
“Do you want to fuck him?”
Alice nodded. “His voice is just so proper. I want to hear his voice when he comes. I bet he whimpers and sighs.”
Aquetong smiled, a disturbing display of teeth flashing between the fine tentacles around his mouth. “Soren Parrish does nothing small, Alice, certainly not sighing and whimpering.”
She could not wait to find out. “I have a homework
assignment tonight.”
“Show me,” Aquetong said from the laptop screen.
Alice reached for the vibrator hidden under the pillow and positioned the screen for the best angle. She opened her legs for the camera, revealing the apex of her being for the creature on the other side of the screen.
She played with the vibrator, just as her teacher instructed. The pulse started on a light stage, something to spread her juices around and work up true wetness. Gradually, she increased the speed, pressing harder, plunging the purple toy deeply into her, wishing desperately for Parrish’s cock. He probably had a lovely cock, thick like his fingers, but with a light touch and the knowledge and skill to use it well. He studied his craft, honed the pursuit of the orgasm with the diligent practice of a scholar.
Alice was on her back, spread for the camera, hips bucking and her vibrator set as high as it would go. She wanted to cry out, to let people on the other side of the thin walls hear her joy.
Would she be spanked tomorrow if she were too loud?
Her climax broke, hips jerking wildly, seeking a partner. She screamed into her pillow.
This was going to be a long week.
Chapter Three
Alice arrived at the library at the same time as the previous day.
Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard voices. “It’s a completely fascinating artifact.”
“Will it tell us what we want?” Alice recognized the deep, placid tones of her lake monster. Was he in the room?
“Perhaps. I think the historical record will give better results.”
Alice knocked on the door before entering. Parrish sat his desk and closed his laptop. A cardboard box next rested to him. Without looking up, he reached for a notepad and wrote. He said, “Remove your clothes, please, Miss Lynn.
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