Ravishment University
LITERATURE: Tales of Ravishment, Fantasy Rape Stories, BDSM and other erotic visions => Literature => BDSM Stories => Topic started by: Druidtoad on February 16, 2017, 02:52:49 AM
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Curious Observations
Part 1
The room was cold. The walls were made of stone, each block held together by mortar that was hundreds of years old, and as the chilly air touched his skin again, he rubbed his arms for warmth. Camera in hand, here and there, he took snap shots, capturing the history of the castle’s interior, moving in solemn silence as he drank in the history of the place.
‘Beautiful,’ he said to himself, as he walked along a corridor. Passing a closed door, seeing the next door was open, the man ventured into the room.
Torture chamber.
Standing in the middle of the room, the man’s eyes scanned the room’s contents, looking at the medieval rack that had been set up under a windowsill, a shaft of light pouring in as it landed on top of it. Either side, there were various instruments of torture, from blades, clamps, thumbscrews, to hammers. All of them were fake, of course, to illustrate the tools of the trade, in this room.
‘Hi,’
Standing behind a set of barrels on the opposite side of the medieval rack, another visitor of the castle stood, resting an arm on top of the barrel as he leaned on his side, looking at the newcomer.
‘Hello,’ he said in response.
‘It’s quite a room isn’t? I can’t imagine the stories this place holds,’
‘All gruesome, I imagine,’ the man by the door said, feeling uneasy at the other man’s stance and stare.
‘I think there’s another room I missed,’ he added, leaving the room.
Alone again inside the torture chamber, the man stared at the doorway, watching as the newcomer left, and without another word, he stood up straight, resuming his admiration of this room’s history, amongst other things.
Unseen by the man who entered the room, squatting behind the barrels, a young, blonde woman remained still during the conversation, unmoving as she held her lover’s cock in her mouth. During the brief interval, she couldn’t resist flicking her tongue on the cock’s head, teasing her lover as he tried to remain nonchalant during the exchange.
His hands on her shoulders, the man ushered the woman to stand up, turning her to face the barrels as he made her lean forward on them. Reaching around and undoing her fly, the man pulled her pants down, until her derriere was revealed, two nice, white, firm buttocks exposed, with only the black line of her thong to maintain her dignity.
With a strong hand, the man pushed his lover down as he brought his other hand up, the palm open as he slapped her behind, the smacking noise underlining the moan from her, not of pain, but pleasure. Repeating the action with long pauses in between, the man smashed his hand into the round curves of her well-developed glutes.
With two fingers, the man pulled the woman’s thong to the side, as he inserted his hard dick into her wet pussy. Leaning on top of her, the man’s lips were mere inches from her ear.
‘You better keep an eye on that door, for if anyone sees what you’re doing, your career will be over with.’ The woman nodded, exhaling in pleasure at the man’s treatment of her, and, on impulse, the man traced his tongue along the nape of her neck.
Grabbing her hips, the man began to pile drive into her, thrusting as he fucked her. She liked being dominated, and he was happy to supply that to her. When her eyes were not closed with enjoyment, the woman did as she was ordered, her pupils fixed on the doorway, expecting at any moment someone to witness their act, exposing their public perversions to the world.
Stopping to fuck her, the man pulled out, and with a yank of her hair, he forced her to kneel again, resuming what she was doing earlier, continuing her blowjob as she wanted to make her lover happy, watching as his eyes rolled into his sockets as she pleasured him, her fingers expertly probing the erogenous zones of his balls and penis, his whole body contorting in ecstasy by the few inches of her tongue licking his cock.
It’s funny, she thought to herself. They say size matters, but it’s the very opposite. A six foot, tower of a man can be made humbled by a woman smaller than his shadow, and with a muscle smaller than his dick, I play his instrument as a maestro conducts an orchestra, his dick the wand that I use to conduct his forty minutes of happiness.
And on cue, the warm rush of his cock flowed out of him, and into the young woman’s mouth, gulping down his seed with practiced skill, perspiration breaking out on his skin as his cock broke out of her mouth, it open wide as she jerked his cock, eager to lap up the last droplets of spunk struggling to ejaculate.
It takes a pussy to make one, the woman thought, as the man pattered her head gently, affectionate. Once you giving them what they want, they’ll treat you like you’re the living proof, that angels exist on earth.
Zipping his fly up, her lover takes her by the hands, and picks up her up off the floor, a gentleman as always.
‘As I was saying, this room has seen its fair share of stories,’ he said.
The tour carried on, man and woman walking to each room of the castle with interest, as the man elaborated each room’s interesting history and features.
As they walked out of the main gates of the castle walls, the two stood and stared at each other, not with love or affection, but a mutual understanding they had made months ago.
‘I know vague details about you,’ the man began, ‘or at least what I knew from your page on the forum, but the name Dawnamber suits you; up and at it even at the early hours, and amber, because of traffic lights? You’re always ready to go?’
The blonde woman shrugged shoulders.
Yes or no? The man thought to himself.
‘Druidtoad seems an odd name?’ Dawnamber said.
Nodding, the dark-haired man looked up at the sky, deep in thought as he considered his answer.
‘It is,’ Druidtoad admitted, ‘but then, it was only meant to be used to do a bit of online-voyeurism,’
As he looked at Dawnamber, the blonde woman smiled at his remark.
‘Same time next week?’ Druidtoad asked, knowing the answer.
‘Where?’ Dawnamber said, eager to hear her lover’s answer.
‘There’s an opening of this new observatory, that is in the woods. Its open late at night, but I think we should go, and Christened it?’ Druidtoad informed Dawnamber.
The details set, Dawnamber, handbag over her shoulder, began to walk away.
‘Next time,’ Druidtoad said, who stopped Dawnamber in tracks, ‘please bring a pair of leather boots.’
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:] I'm honored and thank you. Great way to wake up!
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:] I'm honored and thank you. Great way to wake up!
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I think I might make more additional entries to this story, make it into a series.
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If dawnamber doesn't then i will take leather boots and kick you ass if you don't continue this story. Great Concept, pulled off perfectly!
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Part 2
The woods were dark. The sun had dipped below the horizon several hours ago, revealing over the tree tops a clear image of the stars above, no clouds to obscure the iridescent display, alongside the full moon that casted a white light across the landscape, the obscurity of the darkness lessening beneath its pale gaze.
A laid-out path led the way through the woods, from the car park near to the road, all the way to the observatory. About sixty people had gathered for the midnight opening of the observatory, clustering around the wooden platform that surrounded the circumference of the cylinder, shaped building.
They arrived as a pair, the dark-haired man and his blonde, female companion, but almost immediately, they separated, wanting to mingle as individuals.
Pouring a measure of orange juice into a polystyrene cup before sipping it, the blonde woman walked to a group, and began to talk to the nearest person.
‘Quite a crowd,’ she said, breaking the ice.
‘It certainly is. Star gazing is very popular, nowadays,’ the woman said, who extended her hand. ‘My name is Daisy, what is yours?’
‘Dawn Amber,’ she replied, taking the dark-haired woman’s hand, shaking it lightly.
‘Is star gazing something you like do all the time?’ Daisy asked, before sipping her drink.
‘Star gazing? No. But I’m no day-walker either,’ Dawn said, which made Daisy giggle.
‘The same, although not as much nowadays,’ Daisy admitted. ‘I’m training to be an attorney,’
‘I can imagine that being gruelling?’ Dawn said, Daisy nodding in agreement.
‘It can be, but it has its perks. It’s a career, it has volume to expand in different areas, and being twenty-two, with time and experience, I could have my own practice by the time I’m in my thirties, but that’s all for later.’ Daisy said. ‘What about you?’
‘A retired teacher,’ Dawn replied.
‘You must share your secret, because for a retiree, you can easily pass for someone in their twenties?’ Daisy said, complimenting. Dawn laughed at that.
‘Not quite, but you’re close. No, I stopped teaching, as I wanted to do other things,’
‘Oh yeah,’ Daisy said, intrigued, ‘like what?’
Before Dawn could answer Daisy’s question, the sound of a guitar could be heard, rising in volume as it came out of an overhead speaker, the start of song being played.
Ground control to Major Tom… (1)
A loud cheer went up in the crowd, the loss of David Bowie still fresh in many people’s minds. As the Starman sang his song, everyone looked up to the top of the observatory, the crowd shouting a countdown that David Bowie started in his song.
‘Lift off,’ Bowie finished, and with that, the doors at the top of the observatory opened, the giant telescope inside moving out, its lens pointing up towards the night sky above, its revealing meet with loud clapping and cheers.
Daisy looked up with everyone else, and with a side glance, she looked at Dawn, who was looking up also. Glancing to the back of Dawn, Daisy saw a man looking at the back of Dawn’s head, uninterested at the spectacle everyone else was looking at it. As Daisy watched the dark-haired man, he moved to stand close behind the blonde woman, Dawn oblivious to his hand hovering just behind her ass, as it lingered in the air, waiting and wanting to touch her.
‘Dawn,’ Daisy said, looking at the blonde woman’s eyes, ‘do you want to get a drink?’
‘Sure,’ Dawn said.
Ushering for Dawn to take the lead, Daisy shot the dark-haired man a stern look, letting him know what she saw him doing, before turning on the spot, leaving him behind.
Joining Dawn at the long table of refreshments, Daisy poured more of the same drink she had before, into the same cup.
‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ said a man’s voice in the overhead speakers. ‘Welcome to the Europa Observatory,’
A mild cheer rose from the crowd, as the speaker went on.
‘The fifteen-million-dollar investment has been spent wisely, and with the help of researchers, scientists, and engineers from all over the world, this observatory is now in a prime location to help further our knowledge, and wonder of space, and we thank you for your attendance for this evening,’
Another round of applause and cheers came and went.
‘I will be inviting people in groups into the observatory, to have a look up at the night sky, but for those that are waiting for their turn, please help yourself to free food and drink, and enjoy the music.’
As people began to move towards the entrance, Starship’s We Built This City (2) began to play through the speakers. Dawn and Daisy stood next to each other, talking about their interests, getting to know each other while they kept moving forward, the queue they were in getting shorter towards the doorway.
Glancing back casually, Daisy’s eyes kept looking at the man from before, who was at distance far back in the queue, mindful of his place and distance to them.
Entering the observatory, Daisy and Dawn’s expression were of awe, the interior of the observatory a hollow except for the large telescope at the top, it taking the entirety of the view before them, while to one side of the room, was a large section of computers and machinery, with two assistants from the observatory standing by the machines, giving a talk to the assembly.
After forty minutes, the group left the observatory, the information and scale of the place still on their lips.
‘That place was amazing,’ Dawn said, with Daisy at her side.
‘Listen, Daisy,’ Dawn said, as she stopped with Daisy, ‘I enjoyed our time together, and I think it would be cool to hang out some time?’
‘I think that would be cool too,’ Daisy said, smiling.
Taking her phone out of her pocket, Dawn looked at Daisy and said, ‘let’s swap phone numbers?’
‘Sure,’ Daisy said, getting her phone out too, the two exchanging numbers as they were put into the cell phones.
‘I have to get off, as the hour is very late,’ Dawn said, laughing to herself, ‘but I’ll see you around?’
‘Yeah, I’ll see you later,’ Daisy said, as she nodded at her new friend, who turned to walk away.
Crossing the wooden platform, Dawn walked down the stairs that led onto the path at the bottom, the same that she took to get to the observatory from the car park. Up ahead and behind, other visitors to the observatory were leaving also, walking along the path that led through the woods.
Slowing her pace, Dawn let the trio of women she was with walk ahead, until she was alone. Going off the path, Dawn walked a short distance through the woods, until the path was no longer in sight, only the trees and foliage surrounding her view.
Despite the eeriness of the scene, Dawn was not afraid. There were probably more dangers in the neighbourhood, than in these woods, and as Dawn’s dark-haired lover appeared, Dawn felt extra reassurance in the six-foot-tall man’s presence.
‘Coming here was a fantastic choice,’ Dawn said, pleased.
‘My thoughts exactly,’ the man said, as he pulled down his fly.
Hands reaching up and seizing her torso, Dawn considered the man’s hazel eyes as he brought her closer to him, feeling his erection through his jeans as he kissed her neck and shoulders, rough hands running the back of Dawn’s body; caressing lustfully her head, all the way down to her buttocks, slapping them for good measure.
Turning her around and bringing her hips against his groin, eager fingers found their way through the gaps in between the buttons on Dawn’s shirt, their fingertips rubbing against warm skin as they touched Dawn’s bra.
‘You’re mine now,’ he said to her, the aggression exciting her.
In a flash of lightning, his hands withdrew from Dawn’s body, the warmth of his chest and groin no longer pressing against her back, Dawn turning to see why he had stopped.
‘You sick fuck!’
Crouched on the ground before Dawn, her lover was on his knees, his hands behind his back as they were held in place by Daisy, who stood behind him as she looked down, screaming profanities in his ear.
‘Self-defence classes, so I can handle pricks like you!’ Daisy yelled at him, before looking up at Dawn, ‘this bastard has been watching you all night, and as soon as he followed you into the woods, I knew I had stop him,’
Dawn looked down at Daisy as she restrained her lover, who knelt on the ground.
‘What’s your name pervert?’ Daisy demanded, adding pressure by twisting his hand.
Before the man could speak, Daisy looked up at Dawn and said ‘take his belt off,’
‘I’m going to call you Tom,’ Daisy said, whispering harsh words into the man’s ear as Dawn crouched in front of him, undoing his belt. ‘Tom the peeper, that’ll be your name,’
As Daisy was talking, Dawn shared a look with her lover, who stared back at her. Looking for guidance on what to do, the man looked at Dawn, and gave her a wink and a smile that Daisy didn’t notice.
Passing the belt to Daisy, the trainee attorney took it, and began to use it to tie up Tom’s arms with it, bounding them at the elbows.
‘The law taught you a lot, didn’t it?’ Dawn said, looking at Daisy’s handy work.
‘You could say that,’ Daisy admitted, half lying.
Her prisoner bounded by his belt, Daisy walked to stand beside Dawn, looking down at the man who had been peeping on the former teacher all night.
‘This pervert wanted to grab your ass before, but I didn’t let him,’ Daisy said, looking at Dawn before looking at Tom, disgusted with contempt at him.
Taking a step forward towards Tom, who remained still to Daisy’s step, the soon-to-be attorney crouched at his level, getting face to face with him as she regarded the prisoner beneath her gaze.
‘You don’t talk much do you Tom?’ Daisy said, ‘I work as an attorney, and it’s my job to send freaks like you to where they’re meant to be. Dawn,’
Looking at Daisy, who stood before Tom, Dawn watched at her lover was being degraded by the woman she met for the first time this night, her stature just above the head of the man that was kneeling before her.
‘Check inside his pocket for his wallet, and find out his name,’ Daisy said, her eyes fixed to the man, who was perched over him a manner not to dissimilar to a king cobra; as lingers over a prey, waiting to strike at the first chance she’ll get.
Squatting down, Dawn’s hand went into Tom’s pockets, rummaging inside as she felt for his wallet. Her fingers clamped onto the leather surface of her lover’s wallet, but not before she had a nice grope of his thigh, feeling it through the thin linen of his trouser pocket. Daisy didn’t notice or care for the worm’s human rights.
Wallet in hand, Dawn looked inside and saw the man’s driver’s licence.
‘Well?’ Daisy asked.
‘He’s called Thomas,’ Dawn lied, covering her lover’s identity.
‘How convenient, Thomas,’ Daisy said, her serpent-like hand darting out to grab Tom by the chin, holding him firmly in her grasp.
‘Speak,’ Daisy ordered, her dark brows furrowing over her equally dark eyes as she looked at Tom.
‘I wasn’t going to rape her,’ Tom said, furious and indignant, ‘this is ridiculous!’
‘English, are you?’ Daisy asked.
‘Yes, and before you ask, I’m not from London or Oxford, or any of those places you Americans think English all come from,’
‘Save it for the judge,’ Daisy said, getting irritated with Tom. Beside the kneeling man, Daisy took the man’s ear in her hand and bended, like how teachers used to teach disobedient children in the old days.
Eyes fixing on Dawn, Daisy said, ‘this bastard is guilty of his crime, it’s a matter of picking the sentence.’
Striding away from Tom, Daisy walked within the small enclosed area of the woods the three of them were in, and pondered, although she had already decided the punishment.
I don’t believe in kangaroo courts, but in absence of judicial process or jury to witness this perv’s malignant ways, only a punishment that can fit the crime can resolve this matter, reminding men like Tom that a woman’s ass is her property, and for him to take.
With that, Daisy, with purpose, strode up to Dawn and took her by the arm. ‘Follow my lead,’ Daisy whispered in Dawn’s ear, as she ushered the blonde woman forward, making her stand in front of Tom, who had been sitting on the ground for nearly five minutes now.
‘Your punishment is this, Tom, the peeper,’ Daisy began, ‘it’s important you know your place in society. When the laws were written for equal opportunities between the sexes, it was about making it fair, not an opportunity to take advantage!’
Answering her outburst, a loud smacking noise reverberated, making sleeping birds in the trees fly into the night air as Daisy brought her hand back up towards them, her palm open as she slapped the man a second time in a row, before delivering a backhanded strike to his reddening face. After a fourth, Daisy stopped.
‘That is just a reminder, that your punishment is still to come,’ Daisy still, walking towards a tree as she snapped a branch off the trunk, testing it as she swung it in the air.
Stalking back towards Tom, branch in hand, Daisy watched as the man’s face, red as it was, stared at her with indifference, returning her glare passively, a contrast to her outraged demeanour.
As Daisy got closer, she pressed the stick into Tom’s face, who looked on without concern to the timber poking his red cheek.
‘Any confessions to make?’ Daisy asked.
‘Yes,’ Tom said, as he turned towards Daisy, ‘who pissed in your cornflakes?’
Baring teeth in a feral grin, Daisy wielded her stick as he readied to strike Tom.
‘Wait,’ Dawn said, her hand raised to stop Daisy’s strike, ‘I think he’s been punished enough. He’s been shown for what he is, and I doubt he’ll do it again, will you?’
‘No promises,’ Tom said, unrepentant.
‘He might not be punished, but he will pay for punitive damages,’ Daisy said.
Taking Dawn by the arm, Daisy ushered the blonde to stand closer to Tom, while she went behind him. With the stick in both hands, Daisy pressed the whole stick into the back of Tom’s head, pushing him, as she forced him to lean forward.
‘Turn around, and face the other way’ Daisy said to Dawn, who did as she was told.
Going to next to Tom’s ear, Daisy said, ‘kiss her ass,’
Dawn looked over her shoulder at Daisy and Tom, hearing what her new friend said. Looking at Tom’s face, her lover looked up and gave another wink of reassurance at her.
Without protest, Tom leaned a few inches forward before his lips kissed Dawn’s ass, feeling the soft textile of her jeans on his face as he did, before Tom did it again, planting kisses all over Dawn’s ass.
‘You been wanting her ass all night, now you can have it,’ Daisy said, pressing the stick into the back of Tom’s head, ‘if you’re not our equal, you’re beneath us. Remember that, or we’ll put you in your place, peeper,’
Dawn stood where she was, feeling the face of her lover planting kisses all over her ass. Not for the first time, but always with her being in the submissive position, and usually before he fucked her brains out. As an afterthought, Dawn moved away from her lover, and walked next to Daisy, whispering into her ear.
Bringing her prisoner back, Daisy brought the stick over Tom’s head, and held it against his throat, still standing behind him as she pulled on it.
‘Remember your place worm,’ Daisy said to Tom, as Dawn stood before him, her hands on her hips.
Releasing the stick from his throat, Daisy stood next to Dawn, as the two women looked down at their helpless prisoner.
‘Your victim has ended your punishment,’ Daisy said, as she threw the stick back into the woods, hitting a tree, ‘in exchange for one more demonstration that you’ve learned your lesson,’
‘You want me to kiss your ass too?’ Tom ventured, earning a slap for breaking his silence.
‘I am not your victim, and you wouldn’t get the privilege if you were my offender,’ Daisy said, baring her teeth at the man, squatting to his height as she regarded.
Looking at Tom, Daisy said, ‘lick her boot,’
Casting his eyes down to Dawn’s foot, Tom saw her boot that was hidden under her jean leg, and slowly, Dawn lifted her trouser leg to reveal her brown leather, cowboy boot.
Without pause for thought, Tom bent down, his arms still bound behind his back, as his outstretched tongue caressed the top of Dawn’s boot, tendrils of pleasure free flowing inside his body at the act he was being made to perform. Only Dawn knew of this, a morsel of pleasure to the pain her lover had to endure.
Rising to her feet, watching with disgust the man licking her victim’s boot, Daisy brought her foot up and placed it onto his back, pressing firmly with her converse shoe as she kept him place.
Although Daisy thought she had reduced this perverted man to his rightful place, which he would hardly disagree with, elation filled every stroke of Tom’s tongue, as he licked Dawn’s boot. Seven heaven for Tom is to be seven centimetres from a woman’s foot; the beauty of that limb extenuating the true elegance of a woman, compared to the coarse nature of men, as Tom was.
The leather exterior of Dawn’s boot was completely clean, the spots of mud that had sprinkled its surface now removing, leaving only gleaming leather in its place, it spit shined by Tom’s eager tongue. Sliding under his vision next to Dawn’s boot, a converse shoe appeared.
‘Kiss my shoe,’ Daisy instructed, Tom complying without a second’s thought.
Glancing at Dawn next to her, Daisy asked, ‘will you be alright getting home?’
‘I’ll be fine,’ Dawn said, as she looked down at her lover that was at Daisy’s foot, ‘what about him?’
‘Once I’ve collected my attorney’s fee,’ Daisy said, laughing at herself as she looked down at Tom, ‘lick my shoe!’
Tom’s tongue obeyed Daisy’s order, licking the shoe that clad the foot of this domineering woman.
‘I will depart once he’s finished my shoes. They’re only dirty because of him anyway, so it’s only right he should clean them up, and once done, I’ll release him back into the wild,’
Nodding, Dawn began to walk back towards the path, casting a glance back before saying, ‘I’ll drop a text during the week,’
‘I look forward to it,’ Daisy smiled, it dropping as watched Tom lick her shoe.
‘We’re going to have a long night ahead of us,’ Daisy said.
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Song list from the story.
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Great continuation, Nice touch with Daisy domination of 'Tom'-a story all in itself!
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Great continuation, Nice touch with Daisy domination of 'Tom'-a story all in itself!
Thank you for the comment :), I'll be sure to add more entries to this story. I'll be interested to know it goes as well lol.
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Not much time to comment, but I enjoyed the twist..it was certainly not what I expected :]
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Good story Druidtoad. Good story indeed.!