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Another chapter in the Doodle universe. This is a work of fiction and any
resemblence to anyone living or dead is not intentional. Ditto for the
situations. You, the reader, should be of legal age of consent (usually
about 18 years old) for the location from where you are connecting. I am
not responsible for those who choose to ignore the above and read the
story below. This story may not be reproduced or posted on another site
without the express permission of the author.
Once again, another thank you to the wonderful creator of the universe in
which I now play.
A Doodle in the Night
by Pink Hair Girl
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning etched itself across a near
pitch black sky as if heralding the approach of Halloween. Old myths say
that this was the time of the year when the veil between this world and
the next are the thinnest. During that time the spirits of those who had
passed on could walk once more among their friends and neighbors. With so
much focused on what had been before and the possibilities of
manufactured scares, it is no wonder that the people did not remember
that there were forces and things in this world that held just as much
power. Power to create, power to destroy, and the power to change that
which already exists.
James Wooten made his way across the parking lot just as a low rumble
issued from the sky. The storm was fast approaching. Leaves that had been
picked up from the ground and torn from the trees whipped about the near
empty parking lot, dancing like a frenzy upon the wind. Lightning arched
down from the heavens, illuminating everything at once before everything
went black.
"Great, that strike must have been close to knock out the power" thought
James. "Good thing it is to be a quiet night at home."
At the thought of home a smile spread across his face. He fished his keys
out of his pocket and ducked into his car just as the rain started to
come down. Music from the speakers muted out the rumbling storm. As he
put the car into gear he thought once more about home. Home is where she
is and she has only just made it her home as well. Amanda was his light
in the darkness, the reason to go home each night instead of to the bars
or clubs. Plus it will be nice to spend some time together before
Halloween. Each year as the date approached she spent a lot of time with
her friends. Her choice of religions did not bother him at all. Truth be
told, James did not believe in any sort of religion but he did not look
down upon those who did.
It was just a short ride to get home. He pulled up to the dark rancher.
Looking close he could see a bit of flickering light here and there. He
finished pulling into the garage just as another flash of lightning lit
up the neighborhood. The rain increased, letting them all know the storm
was upon them. It did not matter, he was safe and sound at home and that
was far enough away from the storm for him.
James took a moment to fish out the wine and cheese he had purchased
right before his last stop. Time to celebrate the weekend and the lack of
electricity will only add to the evening. He started whistling his
favourite tune as he opened the door and stepped into the house. The
whistling stopped as soon as he closed the door.
Amanda stood there in the livingroom. Her long blonde hair billowed about
her small frame and the light James had thought was from candles flared
brightly. The now forgotten wine slipped from his fingers and shattered
on the floor. He knew that he should be running and maybe screaming.
Running and screaming definately should have been the top most things on
his list of Things To Do. Beneath that would be finding reality and
making sure to settle down there with a nice girl and maybe even a dog.
Some sort of breed that was very small and very unintimidating and
nothing Cujo like.
"What's the matter hon, aren't you glad to see me?"
Of course words failed to make their way from his brain to his mouth. Not
that unusual really, seeing how his brain was still trying to process the
sight before him.
"Cat got your tongue?"
She smiled and in that smile was a lot of promise. He was just not sure
exactly what was being promised to him. That sort of look in the right
context, say a bedroom, would be very inviting. Right now it was more of
a promise of some sort of pain.
"Enough of this," said Amanda. She then moved her hands and a force threw
James against the door to the garage. She stalked towards him and now
that smile was more like a cat's, right before it ate a mouse. The most
disturbing smile fled her mouth as she stopped right in front of him.
James finally found his voice. "Amanda...." and then quickly lost it. His
mouth was indeed moving but no words tumbled out.
"Sorry hon, not interested in what you have to say. There are more
important things that must be done. First thing on the list is your
clothes."
At this she flipped her hand upwards and his clothes ripped off of him as
every seam came undone at once.
"Okay honey, time for some fun."
At that she brought her other hand around and in that hand she held a
pen. Amanda did not speak as she uncapped the pen but the smile did
return. A very nice smell wafted up from the pen to his nostrils. It was
a vanilla like scent and it had the most profound effect on him. He felt
himself becoming very hard.
"Awww, how sweet of you. I knew that you were having a good time even
though your eyes are wide with terror. What to do now?"
Amanda slowly licked her lips and proceeded to strip. Once naked she
slowly slipped down and took his hard cock into her mouth. She quickly
increased the speed, pumping her hand up in down in time with her lips. A
woman possessed she sucked harder and faster, grunting loudly as she did
so. James was still speechless ut his mouth opened in a silent moan. The
pleasure was unreal as she raked her teeth lightly upon his cock. Then
she stopped sucking him and instead nibbled here and there on his shaft
while continuing to pump her hand up and down. The nibbles started out
gently at first but then bite by bite she bit harder and then on larger
areas. Still his pleasure continued to mount until they climaxed
together.
Now that he was spent Amanda stood up and slowly licked her fingers. The
smile ran from her face and was replaced with something..... more evil.
"Well, that was fun but now it is time for something else."
With that she brought up the pen. In the still flickering odd light it
looked like it was glittering. She drew it up close to his skin and he
swore he could feel power pressing up against him as she did so. Slowly
she started drawing on his skin, taking her time with long, sensual
strokes. As the ink hit his skin it felt warm to him, very warm. In the
dim light the pink seemed to glow. After a few moments Amanda started to
speak once again. Her tone was low but playful and that evil grin leapt
to her face once again.
"Let me tell you a story to help pass our time. Once there was a very
attractive young lady. She always thought she was destined for more but
she was always too shy to do anything about it. Then one night she
stumbled upon something that she should not have, something that was
hidden away not just from the world but from history itself. The
knowledge was powerful and put her on a path to do more. She used that
power to take one step and gather some more and then another. The power
that grew within her was tremendous, so much that she could not hold it
in and hide it away. It was by pure luck that she stumbled upon something
even more powerful than herself. She was not sure what to do with it at
first but luckily what she had found new what to do."
Still the pen trailed upon his chest, leaving warm pink traces
everywhere. James really wanted to see what she was drawing but whatever
power had pinned him to the wall made sure that his head could not move
down an inch. Her story was crazy but yet there was no denying what was
taking place in front of him..... to him. Amanda continued to draw and
continued her story.
"Now let me tell you another story. This one you might want to pay really
close attention to as it directly relates to what I am drawing on your
chest. You see I am drawing a very beautiful woman. She is an image of
near perfection. Very large and firm breasts... long flowing black hair
and a very petite but muscular frame. She is always the image of perfect
health. She is smart enough that she could probably do anything that she
wanted but there is the rub. Along with all of her other traits, she is
very, very submissive. She allows her mistress to give her direction in
her life."
James could feel more curves and lines being drawn upon his chest. He was
bewildered at the second story and could not figure out why she was
putting so much into a picture that would wash off after a few times in
the shower. It may take longer if it happened to be one of those
indelible markers.
Suddenly Amanda just stopped. Her smile grew as she capped the pen and
then slowly walked over to the table. She picked up a wooden box and
gently laid the pen inside. She then turned and her look softened.
"I do love you, that is why I wanted you to be my first. Now it's time
for the next part."
At this her evil grin reappeared and she started to chant out loud. The
words came slowly and were of a tongue that James did not know nor did he
think he had ever heard. Before he knew it everything else seemed to fade
away and the only thing left was Amanda. Beautiful Amanda who said that
she loved him and he knew it to be true. She would take care of him and
all he had to do was listen to her now. The crecendo of words returned
and he felt himself starting to loosen up as the muscles in his body
finally relaxed. He knew that it was useless to fight Amanda, the
beautiful goddess. He felt his body slowly starting to slide down to the
floor. It was just a few inches but it took what seemed to be an eternity
before his feet touched the floor.
Still she chanted but now the words started to slow once more. She was an
angel in the darkness, framed by the now dimming light that had flickered
behind her. He remembered her words about being her first. The thought
made his chest swell with pride and his heart burst with joy. She spoke
to him lovingly now and gently caressed his cheek.
"James I want you to do me a favour now. I said to you what you needed to
hear and what you need to do. Focus on that now my love, focus and follow
my directions. Look down at your chest."
At this James looked down and saw the beautiful artwork that she had
drawn upon his chest. A beautiful slave girl in the throes of passion. An
intricate collar was around her neck, a symbol of her obedience and the
love of her Mistress. He was envious of her as he knew that she had no
worries because she had her own beautiful angel looking out for her. What
a comfort that must be, to know that you will be taken care of and loved
forever. It is a concept that seems almost foreign in the modern world.
He wanted to be loved like that and at that time he knew what he had to
do.
He brought his hand up and gently stroked the artwork that marked him.
The picture was a symbol of Amanda's love and devotion. It was her way of
marking him and bringing him into her new life. In the back of his mind
words began to build up and they slowly pushed their way forward. Finally
they reached his mouth and for the first time since the beginning of the
magick he felt himself about ready to speak. He was not sure what he had
said but when the words had run dry the drawing upon his chest flared a
bright red and then faded into a pink glow. He saw sparkles light up the
slave girl's face and nipples right before the drawing faded into his
skin.
As the drawing faded he body began to heat up. It was a sudden desire
that made his nipples and cock erect. It felt as if electricity was
dancing upon his skin. His midsection flared with heat and it felt as if
it were contracting. His hands flew down to feel the change that he knew
was taking place. His once hairy stomach was now smooth and flat. It was
as if no hair had ever existed there at all. Not only that but his hips
felt different, wider now. The wider hips gave him a strange figure. The
warmth spread and then focused on his chest. As it pulsed and danced he
felt the changes start to happen again. His nipples swelled and so did
the skin beneath them. He felt it push outwards at the same time his
ribcage seemed to contract. He looked at Amanda and somewhere in his mind
he registered the fact that he was now shorter than she.
The feeling crawled up the back of his neck, constricting the skin as it
did so. He felt a sharp sensation stab it's way through his neck and leap
into his chin. Now that it was further along he could actually hear his
body changing. Soft crunching of bone and an odd sliding sound that he
thought must be his own skin. The sensation leapt to the top of his head
and he felt long strands of silky hair shoot past his face and then over
his bare shoulders. As the sensation faded and his hair stopped growing
he felt the electricity start to wind it's way down his legs. The pain
was sharper but that did not seem to bother him at all. He could feel the
pain as his body did what should have been impossible but it was not
enough to make him cry out.
His legs were thinner now and he already knew that they were as smooth as
his upper body. He wondered how good they would look in heels. Somewhere
in his mind he knew that he should not be thinking of such things but he
did not have long to think upon it. A soft and sensual sensation slipped
it's way down to his shoulders and then shot down his arms. He watched as
the bone, muscle, and skin shifted. He felt his fingertips vibrate with
an odd feeling and then saw his nails grow out. The new nails were
beautifully shaped. They were long enough to scratch upon a lover's back
but not so long that his tasks could not be done. He wondered how they
would look with a bright red polish.
After this change his entire body began to vibrate from the strange
energy. He could see his skin glowing pink in the dim room. Outside dawn
was starting to approach. So much time had passed since the strange
adventure had started. The strange energy intensified around and in his
body. The pain grew with it too and he cried out loud. His new voice
echoed off the walls as the energy swelled and ran towards his crotch. He
felt as if he was on fire and being crushed. However, as strange as it
might seem to someone who had never gone through such an ordeal the pain
became so intense that it suddenly changed to pleasure. His hips thrust
into the empty air and the strange energy tightened on his cock. It felt
as wonderful as the blow job he had received from Amanda back when this
started. Then it felt much, much better. Tighter and more intense than
before and now spikes of energy pierced their way through his shaft. He
cried out again but this time it was from the most intense orgasm in his
life. With one final pulse and a push his cock disappeared forever,
replaced with pussy. He, no she, knew that she was going to experience
pain and pleasure as she had never known before and all of it would be at
the hands of her beautiful Mistress who now stood before her.
Her Mistress stepped forward with something in her hands.
"Kneel before me slave."
She did as she was told. How could she not? Her Mistress was everything
to her and she did not want it any other way. She felt a warmth build
from her new sex as her Mistress walked behind her and commanded that she
gather her hair up. The new slave quickly complied, balling her hair up
and on top of her head. The warmth in her sex built as her lovely
Mistress slipped a cold steel collar around her neck. She felt the
vibrations as Mistress did something to the back of it.
"There you go, it looks beautiful on you. We'll have it permanently
closed soon, a perfect symbol of our everlasting relationship."
Her beautiful Mistress once more walked around to face her. She let her
hair drop back down but kept her eyes and head lowered.
"You are such a good girl jenna and you shall be rewarded. Crawl over
here and please me."
Jenna slowly crawled over to her Mistress, looking up just enough to see
the path to the feet of her Mistress. Once there, she lowered herself
even further and then started to kiss the foot of her Mistress. Her
tongue worked it's way from the toes to the ankle. At the ankle she
swirled her tongue and nibble just a little bit. Pleasure built in her as
she heard a gasp from above her. Her hand caressed the other foot, using
her perfect nails to gently scratch across the foot and then up her calf.
In unison her mouth and hand made their way up the lovely body of her
Mistress.
After some time she reached her goal. She used her hand to gently rub
against the sex of her Goddess. Her mouth kissed and nibbled on the
outside. She had not noticed that her Mistress had shaved herself until
now. Gently she nibbled on the skin and took her time before tasting the
sweet nectar that was starting to drip down. Her fingers started to
gently push inside as her tongue lapped at the outer folds. She must have
been taking too long for she now felt her Mistress grabbing the back of
her head, forcing her to go deeper. The moans of pleasure were echoed by
her own as she increased her tempo. Her tongue pushed in deeper and
lapped faster. She did every trick that came to her mind. She used her
fingers, tongue, and teeth to bring more and more pleasure to her
Mistress. Amanda's hips started pushing forward and her moans became
cries that echoed off the wall of the kitchen.
Still Jenna lapped away, trying to taste every drop of that sweet nectar.
Her own moans picked up where Amanda's cries of pleasure had left off.
She felt her own orgasm starting to build. Frantic with desire her other
hand slipped down to her own sex. Her fingers gently rubbing and pushing.
Just as she inserted her first finger she felt pain at her scalp as
Amanda reached down and grabbed a fistful of hair.
"Slut! I did not tell you to do that, did I?"
Amanda was furious. Jenna immediately stopped what she was doing and
whimpered. Amanda pulled on her hair even harder.
"Get up! Now!"
Jenna scrambled to stand. It was not difficult but did require moving in
a way that pulled on her hair even more. As much as it pained her, she
had to admit that the action was starting to arouse her even further. She
felt light headed and giddy as a pulse of pleasure shook her body. Her
focus on the world started to slip away but somehow she managed to stand.
Once on her feet Amanda let go of her hair. Jenna swayed a little while
standing before her Mistress. She felt very spaced out and had a hard
time concentrating on anything. She felt the cool touch of her Mistress
upon her cheek. It worked itself in circles while sliding down her neck
and then to her shoulder. Gently she caressed Jenna's skin. Suddenly she
reached out and grabbed onto Jenna's nipple. As she applied pressure to
the nipple, her slave started to moan and sway even more. Amanda saw the
shock of an orgasm ripple through her slave's body. Knowing that she held
such power over the beautiful girl turned her on.
She knew then what she wanted to do. Jenna was an important step in her
plan. She had to know how the magick worked so that she could use it to
gather together more power. Yes, there was plenty to do and many miles to
go but for today she will relax and enjoy her new toy.
~Fin~
This story is complete but this is not the last of Mistress Amanda as she
plays an important role in a story that I have been working on.
Constructive comments are welcome and appreciated. I can be reached at
[email protected].
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