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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 31: Time To Go free porn video
It was late and I was in a hurry. And I had no training on finding needles in haystacks. Maybe the general's people might be able to find it, but I wasn't going to in the time I had left and I had already wasted five minutes trying.
"If I could just get my hands on Sam Dewey for thirty seconds, I could find out everything I want," I decided. And while all indications were that he was in the house, I still couldn't sense anything but feminine signatures. However, I could tell from the emotional signatures that the games they were playing had ramped up considerably in intensity in the last couple of minutes.
So I headed for the hidden door to the playroom whose existence I had discovered when I was scanning Pauline. I decided that Dewey must have spent a small fortune for his special playroom, based on the elaborate system you had to go through to get there.
I liked to remind the girls that there are no secrets from me. But empathic abilities, even as great as mine, won't stop a bullet. So I tried to be extra careful as I worked to open the hidden panel in the pantry, both listening and scanning for any signs of danger. However, there were too many signs of danger.
As I made my way down the long hidden hallway, I could feel many emotional signatures crying out in pain and fear now. The dimly lit hallway before me turned to the right before finally reaching the playroom, so I couldn't see into the room, but the sounds of someone being beaten were clear. The problem was, I still couldn't find Sam Dewey's emotional signature. I mean everything pointed to him being down there, but of the eight signatures I could make out, five were in pain or abject terror, and NONE of the eight was male.
When I finally reached the end of the hallway and turned the corner, I came to an abrupt halt as I just stared. While I may look sixteen, I have already lived fifty-six plus years, and I had never seen ANYTHING like what I saw in front of me now.
The room was decorated to look like a dungeon, dark and dimly lit, except for recessed spotlights that shone on a variety of weird contraptions and devices. On the one closest to me, a woman, older than Catherine, was naked and straddling what looked like a dog house. She was held in place by ropes that had been coiled around each large breast, then tied to a hook in the ceiling. Her ankles were strapped to her thighs with wide leather straps, and her hands were behind her back, fingertips to elbows, and again strapped with leather. She wore a gag of some kind, but you could still hear her muffled screams as the pointed roof of the doghouse split the groove of her labia. As I watched, the doghouse began to vibrate, and then quit. Whoever she was, she was so panicked, she was almost incoherent, so there was nothing to read but the pain.
Over next to the left wall, was a wooden frame shaped like an 'X' with a younger woman, strapped naked and upside down. Her floppy breasts had weights attached to her nipples, causing them to sag to her chin, and the tender undersides were covered with welts. The welts continued up her body, all the way to her pussy, which had a large dildo coming out and curving right back into her asshole. As she hung there upside down, whimpering, I found out that she worked for Sam, and was a usual participant on Friday nights, but it wasn't Sam who had done this to her.
Next to the upside down girl, was a wooden frame from which an even younger girl hung by her wrists, her legs were spread wide and secured to the outside of the frame. A leather strap encircled her waist and attached to the sides of the frame to limit her ability to move. On a wooden stand positioned between her legs, was a cone-shaped dildo with a wide base. The narrow tip was already splitting her pussy, and the young girl was trying to pull herself up by her arms to keep from impaling herself further on the massive dildo. She was cringing and I could tell her arms were growing weak. She worked for Sam also, as a maid.
A fourth woman, tall and slender was stretched on her back over a device that was shaped like a wooden barrel with her head hanging so far down, her hair was brushing the floor. She too had weights clamped to the nipples of her smallish breasts and her body glowed bright red with welts from her nipples to her knees. A leather belt resembling a chastity belt covered her crotch. My scan revealed it was holding the twin vibrating dildos they had inserted in her pussy and her ass. Then turning them both on, they had just walked away. The slender girl was hoarsely moaning in pain as she kept rasping over and over how she couldn't take anymore.
On the wall to my left was a pegboard with hooks holding dozens of different whips and canes and paddles of every size and shape. There were cuffs and manacles and chains, and all sorts of unique looking implements.
Below the pegboard was a long workbench loaded with dildos and vibrators, both battery operated and electric, along with many other unusual and cruel looking devices. I did a double take when I saw a Magic Wand vibrator lying there. It caught my eye, because I had helped renovate Hitachi's Southeastern Distribution Center in my last life, and on completion, the manager had given all of us a free one as a parting gift. Sam must have gotten his from Japan, because I knew they wouldn't be available in the U.S. for a few more years.
Another contraption, lying right beside it also caught my eye. It was a small wire cage shaped to fit over a flaccid penis. However, at the end, were two long, sharp spikes. I shuddered as I imagined getting a hard-on with that wicked looking device locked on Little Mike.
Quickly turning my eyes and my imagination away from that little horror, I started to survey the remaining four women in the room. Suddenly, a feminine voice with a decidedly Caribbean accent said, "So there you are. Why you took so long?"
I had hoped that I could get in and out before anyone raised the alarm, but evidently, I didn't make it since it now looked like I was expected.
Based on visual evidence alone, I decided that the next three women were the uninvited ladies that my scan of Pauline had discovered. My best guess was that they had arrived together in the Cessna 414 that was parked in front of the hanger.
All three were very tall, their skin very dark, and their bodies were covered with strange symbols, painted on with what appeared to be some kind of white paint. I scanned the tallest one, the one who had spoken to me, only to find her mind was blocked by a shield, similar to Deedee and Abby's, but much stronger. I quickly scanned the next two as well, finding the same shielding.
"Oh, Crap!" I thought. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Skipping them for the moment, I scanned the last of the eight women. It was then that I began to figure out what was happening. The three visitors were in the process of ripping off the last woman's clothes, slapping her ass and breasts repeatedly as they started strapping her into another of the odd-looking contraptions. I was surprised as I realized I had finally found Sam Dewey. Except she wasn't a Sam, but a Samantha. Sam Dewey was a woman!
I also discovered that this was not a game. She was scared. Big time! Sam/Samantha had already realized that she could die, because that's what usually happened when someone crossed very powerful clients like those she catered to. However, she feared even more, that these Vodoun priestesses would probably make it a very long and painful death.
As they continued to strap Samantha into the strange apparatus, I found out that forty-four year old Samantha Singletary had decided to disguise herself as a man to get into college, some twenty-five years ago. It came about after she was first accepted to Harvard, and then rejected, so that the college could give her slot to a GI returning home from the war.
Deciding it was better to join them rather than fight them; she cut her hair very short, bound her breasts, and with the help of a carefully assembled wardrobe, transformed herself into a man. Then paying someone to alter the name on her transcripts to Dewey, which had been her grandmother's maiden name, she moved to Connecticut, and reapplied to several colleges, before finally getting admitted to Yale.
She eventually made it through Yale Law School, keeping her gender a secret with the help of her new tenant, which she had taken in to help defray expenses. Brenda was a lesbian stripper who had quickly seen through her landlord's disguise, and because she did not care for men, decided to assist Samantha in perfecting her disguise. Along the way, she also taught her the pleasures of sapphic love.
On graduating from Yale, 'Sam' became an Assistant District Attorney in New Orleans, where she quickly learned that the District Attorney profession was not nearly as lucrative as she would have preferred. After several years, Sam resigned, opening a small private practice where she began to utilize her talent for secrets with the contacts she had previously opposed in the courtroom, parlaying them into a lucrative career.
Sam's list of clients was unique in that they were all rich and powerful, and they all had secrets. Whenever they wanted or needed something, Sam would provide it without any questions.
Her latest client had paid her extravagantly to deliver a young girl who, it was rumored, had been ordained to be the future mother of the next Haitian gods. Sam had promised her client to hand over the young girl tonight. And she would have too, if not for that meddlesome teenager with the fancy railcar.
So her client had sent the three Vodoun priestesses, I surmised. He was the one I was looking for.
As the three black girls were wrestling Samantha into the strange apparatus, she kept wondering what was keeping the men she had sent to Houston to bring the young girl back. They should have been here by now!
However, since there was no young girl as they were promised, the three priestesses had decided that Sam had defaulted on the contract. Moreover, they were not happy. Their boss had paid a lot of money for the girl, and they had come a long way to collect her. Now, they were about to take out their displeasure on Samantha, and demonstrate what happened when you did not deliver as promised to the one who had sent them.
Samantha Dewey was naked and bent, contorted really, over another of the dungeon's devices. Looking at her from the side, she was bent at the waist across a horizontal wooden bar, with a strap across her back holding her securely to the bar. Her hands were being secured behind her to a second horizontal bar a foot or so above the first bar, arching her back, and pulling her head upwards. Her legs were spread and strapped above the knee and at her ankles to the outside of the frame.
It had the effect of bending her over and spreading her open while arching her back, causing her small breasts to stick out almost horizontally. There were chains clamped to both nipples, with some serious weights attached to the ends. Samantha grimaced, trying not to cry out, as they swung and bounced with her every move.
Samantha tried as best she could not to move, but that became difficult when the biggest of the three black girls slipped on a strap-on dildo and positioned it at the opening of Samantha's pussy. Then without any preparation or warning, she cruelly plunged it as deep as she could into Samantha's unprepared pussy.
Samantha's scream filled the darkened chamber, drowning out the others.
"You fuck our master, now we fuck you!" the priestess said in a low and menacing growl. Then easing the huge dildo back out, the big black girl once more slammed the huge plastic cock rapidly to its fullest depth. Samantha rose up on her tiptoes as far as the restraints would allow as the priestess continued the assault. Always easing it out completely before plunging back in, she continued to berate the older woman for not keeping her end of the bargain.
Each time she slammed into the bound woman, Samantha screamed, futilely twisting her body as if trying to get away, but the contraption held her tight. And each time she jerked, the weights attached to her nipples jumped erratically, pulling and tugging on Samantha's now very distended nipples.
The priestess who was fucking Samantha stood at least six foot tall, and her dark ebony skin glistened with sweat as she drove her fake cock painfully into Samantha. Her head was shaved bald and covered with a sheen of perspiration from her exertions as she continued to pound away at Samantha's pussy.
Her dark skin was painted with white lines and symbols, including a crude skull and crossbones painted on her large biceps. She wore leather thongs with silver trinkets on each wrist and her left ankle that jingled with every plunge of the strap-on dildo she was wearing. Her breasts were large, even for her size, and her dark nipples were the biggest I had ever seen. On each of her breasts were various symbols that appeared to be tattoos, instead of painted on.
The other two amazons, only slightly smaller than their leader, were moving between the other bound women, flicking them with the whips or canes that they carried. Both of them bore an uncanny resemblance to their leader, but I marked it up to the shaved heads. I couldn't even guess at their ages, but they appeared young and in great shape. They both also wore strap-ons with wicked looking phalluses attached and I had the impression they were ready for their own turn with Samantha.
They were so busy brutalizing their victims, they seemed to have forgotten I was there, neither looking at me nor speaking to me since I had first arrived. I had taken the time to size up the situation, and now it was time to act. I was running out of time, and knew that the FBI would be here soon. I could get what I wanted from the one of the three priestesses. So, I began to focus on the chief priestess as I scanned her again. I still couldn't read her.
"Oh, shit! I should have spent more time discussing shielding with Deedee and Abby!" I thought.
"Sorry to interrupt," I finally said to the priestess as Samantha's screams had turned to rasping breaths. "I was looking for Sam Dewey, but I see she's busy..."
"Maybe if I distract her," I thought. "It might cause them to drop their shielding. If worse came to worse, I could always try to wrestle her to the ground and break her concentration that way."
I started towards the priestess, only to discover I couldn't move!
"HA! So the little boy thinks he wants to play," laughed the tallest priestess. "Be patient little boy, and I will ride your ass next. However, I must finish my business with this scum-bitch, first. Would you like to watch so you can see what kind of fun I am going to have with you?"
The Vodoun priestess then withdrew and moved to Samantha's head, flicking her breasts and causing the weights to jiggle painfully. But Samantha was just about screamed out, as she just hung there, whimpering. The priestess then knelt in front of the bound girl, whispering in her ear as she stroked her hair soothingly. Only Samantha wasn't being soothed because just then, one of the junior priestesses had introduced her strap-on dildo into Samantha's unprepared asshole.
Samantha screamed bloody murder and her nipples stretched obscenely as the weights jerked with her movements. She continued to scream at the unrelenting assault on her ass.
I continued trying to move, but it was as if my feet were welded to the floor. I then tried to zap the priestesses' motor cortices, but nothing happened. So I tried once more to penetrate her shielding, but it was just too strong. "This is some fucking weird magic!" I thought. "I didn't believe shit like this could happen."
"Michael, I'm sending in the troops. Hang on!" Anna thought in a panic as she realized something bad was happening to me.
"NO. Wait!" I thought to her. Then blocking out everything before me, I took a deep breath and began to focus on Catherine, recalling my feelings for her. Almost immediately, I could feel my powers begin to increase. Then I focused on Nicky, followed by Adriana, and all the others. By the time I got to Abby, I could lift my feet against their spells. But could I penetrate their shields? It was time to find out.
"Michael! The eyes. That's how you get in. Think of me and look directly into her eyes!" Deedee said adamantly. "Think of me."
They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, so I looked at the priestess. However, she was busy with Samantha and not looking at me at the moment.
"Missus big black lady?" I said in my most charming little boy voice. I wanted her to look at me. "Can I try some of that?" I asked as I nodded my head towards the bound woman.
The priestess looked up, annoyed that her spell had not silenced me, as it should have. She was pissed that I had dared to interrupt her torture of Samantha.
"So the little boy DOES want to play," she said gleefully as she stood, coming towards me. I locked my eyes on hers, and making sure I was connected to Deedee, I penetrated her shield like a knife through Jell-O. The other two priestesses had stopped what they were doing to see what their boss was going to do with me. They watched in amazement as she toppled over slowly.
"I love you Catherine, I love you Nicky, I love you Adriana, I love..." was my mantra as I swung my gaze to the first, and then the second junior priestess. They also crumpled to the floor before they could move.
"Michael! Listen to me," Deedee said. "She is a virgin! You must take her virginity to remove her power. If you don't, she will simply awake and summon greater power and come after you and all your family. Do it, Michael! Her power is in her virginity!"
I grabbed the priestess and tried to pull her up. I had intended to strap her over a device that looked like a gymnastic vaulting horse, but I quickly decided she was too heavy. So I rolled her over and spread her legs. Her eyes were locked on me and I didn't have to be an empath to sense her anger.
When she saw me step between her widespread legs that she was powerless to close, I saw the fear in her eyes. I could feel the terror in her emotions as I unzipped the fly of my tuxedo. Kneeling, I pulled my semi-hard cock out of my pants and stroked it. The priestess began desperately hurling mental threats and spells at me in an effort to stop me. But I now had MY shield in place.
"Two can play at that game," I thought to her.
"Do it, Michael!" Deedee cried. "Before she finds a way to get free!"
"No-o-o-o... !" screamed the priestess. "Not TH-A-A-AT-T!"
"Please, Michael," Abby begged me softly. "Do it for me. I love you. And I don't want to be afraid of her anymore."
"No-o-o-o... !" the amazon screamed again, drowning out Abby and the all the rest as I plunged quickly into her virgin pussy. I felt her powers suddenly fade away as I tore through her maidenhead. I continuing to fuck her, but I could sense she was no longer a threat, so I released my grip on her mind as I finally pulled out. I almost thought she was disappointed when I stopped.
"Did you cum in her?" Deedee asked.
"No ... is that important?" I asked. "I can sense that her powers have gone away. At least for now."
"I don't know. This was not taught to me," Deedee replied.
"What about the other two?" I asked Deedee.
"He sent three?" Deedee asked incredulously.
I didn't answer, as there was suddenly a lot of confusion in my thoughts. That generally happens when the girls all start talking at once. The funny thing is, while I cannot understand a word, the girls all seem to understand each other perfectly.
Finally, Deedee asked, "Are you sure that they are priestesses, Michael?"
I quickly connected the girls to the remaining two priestesses lying on the floor.
Deedee quickly responded, "They're sisters! You're right! All three are trained. They must not be allowed to remain virgins, or they will haunt us forever!"
Stepping to the closest priestess, I removed the strap-on she was still wearing and penetrated the next sister where she lay. She did not scream, but merely whimpered as she also surrendered her maidenhead.
Fucking a paralyzed woman was not something I even remotely enjoyed and I quickly pulled out, again without cumming.
"I hope that's not important, but I have no clue how their magic works," I thought to myself as I released the second sister so that she could move again.
By this time, the third one had already dropped any pretense of a shield, as she was lying there unable to move. However, she did not appear afraid, nor did she scream when I entered her. Instead, she began to speak to my mind in her native language. I looked in her eyes, searching for a way to understand her pleas.
"She say that you may be man enough to take her, but are you man enough to finish what you start?" the big sister thought to me, watching my every move like a hawk.
While she was still angry with me, I could feel her love for her little sister. Therefore, the strangeness of her challenge caught me off-guard. However, with their shields gone, I was able to read all three of them now. And while I didn't understand their language, I could feel their love for one another.
"She has always wondered what it would be like to feel the 'blessed angels' with a man and since we will likely be tortured to death when we return home, she thinks that this might be her only chance to do so," the oldest sister explained calmly.
Little did she know that she had struck at my very soul with her odd request. For I knew the pain of wanting, but never getting, the chance to feel the 'blessed angels' as she called it. All the loneliness of a lifetime of craving a loving touch welled up in me and in a moment of sympathy, I suddenly wanted it for her.
Releasing her from her paralysis, I began to pour my love into her. Everything that I had in me, I gave to her. I could sense that the other two were awed by the strength and intensity of my emotions. They watched in rapt amazement as we began to make love.
"If this is truly her first time, I want her to remember it fondly," I thought.
Immediately, I heard Abby in my head, speaking in a strange tongue, followed by the little sister beneath me, as if in reply.
"She says that if you are kind and gentle, she will remember this night ... and you, for as long as she lives," Abby relayed.
With that, began the strangest lovemaking session I have ever been involved in. Little sister had recovered from her momentary paralysis and wrapped me in her arms, chattering constantly in Haitian with Abby, and locking and unlocking her legs behind me as I moved in and out of her.
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