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The maid swung open the door to their room. It was small but beautiful. Jane and her partner Mick had travelled all day across France to what was advertised as the ‘dream hotel’. A converted chateau in the Loire valley - France. It was getting dark but the view from their room, in one of the end turrets, was breath taking. The room itself was traditionally styled mainly in dark panelled wood, with a large four poster bed nearly filling the room.
The couple had been together for three years as they each grew their business interests but now they had decided the time had come to start a family a whole week away from work and mobile phones. They descended the few stairs to the bathroom below and prepared for bed. Jane put on her new silk nightshirt and matching g-string – this was to be the start of a sensuous break and she wanted to set the scene just right.
However both of them were exhausted after a full day travelling. They had eaten en-route and now it was time to sleep.
Mick lay on the bed and with more than a twinkle in his eye said, “Sleep well my precious because at sun up we start the laborious task of making babies for real.” They both smiled, kissed and within minutes sleep engulfed the pair.
-oOo-
Totally disorientated Jane was suddenly brought back to consciousness. The room was pitch black and it took several seconds to remember where she was. Then why had she woken with such a start. It was the hands. She was being held down by hands – but not just two, lots of them and they were under the covers in bed with her holding her legs, her arms, her shoulders, her head. Mick was still sleeping next to her but she was pinned to the bed unable to move a muscle. She tried to scream, to warn Mick but no sound came out. She checked her breathing. She could breathe normally but couldn’t make a sound.
More hands started groping her body. Slowly they moved down from her neck squeezing and pulling through the flimsy silk material. The hands started to knead her boobs and she fought to shake them off but could not move. Her nipples were pinched and immediately showed their response to the unwanted advances. More hands stroked her stomach and then moved downwards towards her pussy. Then the kneading stopped. Slowly as nothing happened she started to collect her thoughts and then it appeared. It started as a small glow a faint white light and then built until there was a discernable globe about 5 feet from the floor and the size of a football. The globe stopped getting brighter and although it was round it had no definite edges – it looked like a foggy, ghostly ball.
Jane panicked and tried everything to free her from the grip of these invisible hands. She could tense her muscles but movement was out of the question. Then came the voice or rather the words in her head. The football was talking to her but no sound filled the room it talked directly in her head but she had no doubt what it said.
“Welcome to the chateau,” it said. “I need you and you are going to help me.” Not a bloody chance would have been Jane’s instinctive reply but she was still mute and it appeared that the football could project words but not read her mind.
“Do not misunderstand me,” it continued, “you have no choice. In a minute you will get up and leave the room. I can carry you down stairs against your will if you like but that is tedious. I want you to go because you feel you want to.”
The voice was clear in Jane’s head but she had no intention of going anywhere without Mick although she had no way of rousing him just at the minute.
The football grew brighter allowing Jane to see clearly across the room although not bright enough, unfortunately, to wake her sleeping partner. She watched as the display attached to the wall moved. A ceremonial sword unclipped itself from the wall and gently made its way to the bed. The sword stopped over Mick’s body and the blade pointed down towards his torso. Jane’s eyes widened as she froze with fear.
“I have considerable power if I need it,” the voice threatened. “I give you the choice – walk downstairs of your own accord or explain to the authorities in the morning how your man here was run through with a sword in the middle of the night with you the only other person in the room.”
Even if the hands had left her Jane wouldn’t have been able to move a muscle in case the sword had dropped the last few inches and skewered her lover.
“Blink twice if you will do as I say or do nothing and he dies without waking.”
Jane blinked twice and then twice more absolutely convinced of the power of well whatever the football was.
The covers slid back and Jane was carefully lifted from the bed and placed on her feet. One of the panels in the wall slid silently open – the lack of noise only adding to the fear of the unknown. Jane turned to look at Mick peacefully sleeping unaware of the sword poised just over his body. Something pushed Jane towards the door and she reluctantly moved. Once through the door there were a set of steps leading down. She took the first few and then stopped. She turned back to look at the door but it was already closed and in darkness – the football was the only light and that was leading the way. She continued on her downward path for what seemed like eternity. There must have been over a hundred steps so she guessed that she was well below the floors of the chateau.
Eventually a huge thick door opened at the foot of the stairs and Jane went in side a chamber of sorts. The door slammed shut behind her, the first sound she had really heard since waking. Jane felt her throat relax and tried to speak.
“Welcome to my kingdom,” the voice intoned “as you are now twenty feet below the basement of the chateau we can now have a two way conversation.”
Jane coughed to confirm that she could indeed speak and then suddenly the frustration of the past few minutes burst forth as her confidence flooded back.
“What the fuck is going on here. Who are you, what the hell is going on and what right have you got to…” Jane’s throat tightened and she lost her voice again.
“The word I used was communication. I am not here to be shouted at so for the moment we’ll keep this one way. I’m sorry but I can’t actually make sounds when I’m in this form so forgive me if I just project straight into your head.
“In answer to your outburst, you are here because I need your body. I am constantly on the look out for people who will help me continue my family. Unfortunately in this day many people who visit are either too old to conceive or have a physical or chemical device that stops them. You Jane are an ideal candidate which is why you have been chosen so to speak.”
“Before we go any further let me take a look at my new ‘helper’.” With that Jane was again grabbed by the hands her arms spread and her legs held slightly apart.
Jane started to shout and suddenly realised that she could talk again.
“Get your hands off of me,” she shouted unsure of how she was being held although blatantly aware that it was very effective.
Before Jane could say any more her night shirt fell to the floor. This had not been ripped off her but the material of the dress had been shredded somehow into tiny fragments of cloth. Jane stood naked except for the small g-string. Jane fell quiet.
“Good now I have you attention,” the voice came again. “You have a spectacular body – nice shape, nice tone and those boobs are delightful – I bet those nipples are so sensitive – well by the end of the night they will be even more sensitive but in a different way.
“What do you want, why am I here?” Jane asked trying to mask the fear in her voice.
“You have no choice. You are going to be impregnated with my seed. Your body will be marked. You will carry my son for five months before he will be delivered here in this very room.”
“What do you mean impregnated, how do you know it will be a boy, what is going on?” Jane’s frustration boiled over again.
“All five of the children you bear me will be boys – you will be here, or return here, for the next three years after that you are released if you wish. But nobody who has entered into this programme has ever left – you will not want to leave after this evening.”
Jane struggled against her bonds but knew she was held tight by unseen forces.
“Who are you – a ball of mist can’t have sex.”
“How quaint. I am not going to have sex with you. I am going to fuck you. Fuck you like you have never been fucked in your entire life. If you think you have experienced an orgasm before let me assure you by the morning you will rewrite that thought. You are about to experience extreme pleasure and extreme pain – and you will thirst for more of both. I appear a, what was it ‘ball of mist’, for your benefit not mine. I am not of the world as you know it – I am much more primeval. You will see me later but by then you will be past caring. Now what are those little panties hiding?”
With that the g-string went the same way as the nightdress and Jane stood naked.”
Jane was petrified. Rationally she was talking to a ball of mist with little or no substance. But she realised that he, it, had enormous power and she had no doubt what he said he was going to do he certainly would do.
“I’m sorry but I must now cause you some discomfort,” said the mist as five or six small pairs of pliers became airborne. “Body hair, and pubic hair in particular, is not something I like. I’m sure your husband appreciates your nicely trimmed and shaped bush but not here. Once you become pregnant, and that will be in just a very short while, my hormones will ensure that you remain hairless but for the moment we must pluck out the offending hairs.”
Jane’s body was arched by her unseen captors her sex pushed forward and exposed. The pliers quickly got to work each plucking individual hairs with immense speed and dexterity.
Jane screamed. “I would save you voice, you will certainly need it later.”
In less than a minute Jane was bald and the pain started to subside.
“Let me tell you what is about to happen. In a few moments you will be placed face down on that table over there. Notice that there are five parallel bars imbedded in the surface these run across your body from the top of your boobs to your thighs. Your legs will be spread obscenely and your hands will grip under the table pulling your body in close contact with the surface. You will then beg me to fuck you. Unless you really beg I will not do it. I will then fuck you for as long as it takes to bring you to orgasm. As you reach orgasm one of those bars on the table will get hot. Is everything clear?”
Jane looked blankly as if whatever the ball was, was totally stupid. This was just not going to happen. “This is ridiculous. You may rape me but there is no way I am going to beg or that I will enjoy it.”
“Just remember what I said – in a very short while you will see that I am right.”
Jane’s invisible captors lifted her naked body from the floor and flipped her over and gently lowered her onto the narrow table. Her arms were pulled down the side of the table to two small handles. Her hands were then forced around the handles and invisible hands kept them in position. Likewise her legs were spread wide open. When she was held in position a hand wiped across her exposed pussy and she felt some sort of gel applied. A few seconds later and her pussy was on fire with a burning itch. Just as she tried to move to relieve the itch a small whip with a dozen or so leather stands was shown in front of her face.
“Let the excitement begin,” the voice declared.
Jane let out a pitiful “No” realising what was to happen just milliseconds before the lash landed on her bare expose backside. It was not hard but it did sting a little. A few seconds past and then a second blow came straight across her back which was held taught by her own hands. By now Jane understood what the mist had meant about begging to be fucked. She was going to be whipped into submission. No she wasn’t. She gritted her teeth determined not to give in. The third strike was much harder and she cried out. The forth stroke again across the back was blistering and she screamed. A few moments past as if waiting for the signal before another crashing blow. The onslaught continued as angry red welts rose on the back, bottom and legs. Her pussy continued to itch, her own juices now flowing freely in an attempt to put out the fire. The beatings continued. Then one strike swung upwards hitting her pussy a direct blow. At that moment the pain through her body exploded and she screamed. Her mind blanked nothing else mattered except the intense pain. And then through it all the voice entered her head.
“I’m pleased that you scream – I find it an intense turn on.”
After two more strikes Jane gave up and screamed “Do it.”
“Surely not so soon. You will come to wait much longer in the future but if you beg, and I do mean beg then the whipping will stop.”
“Fuck me now. Please fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”
The whip stopped.
“I said earlier that I would reveal myself to you when the time was right – now is that time.” Jane’s head was held near the end of the table, face down staring at the floor in front of her. Slowly a shape came into view. The football had materialised into a living being. The skin was transparent revealing all the blood vessels, sinews and muscles underneath. His legs were powerful a cross between a well built athlete and a small horse. And then she saw his penis. This was much more akin to the horse. A dark red rod, with huge veins and at least 12 inches long and three inches in diameter. Jane screamed. The monster prick disappeared from view.
Jane was screaming No at the top of her voice. Instead of the rape the whipping resumed.
“I thought you had changed your mind – so a little more of the leather.” The voice was deep and audible – no longer in her head – and was now less easy to make out over the noise of her own screams.
After four more strikes she gave in. “Fuck me. For pity sake fuck me.”
The whipping stopped again and immediately Jane felt the head of his prick at her pussy entrance. She braced herself for the pain, but it did not come. Slowly and considerately he pressed home his mammoth penis but Jane’s pussy was well lubricated and gently it slid in. The size forced her wider than she had even imagined possible but she wasn’t being torn in two and slowly inch by inch it slid in. Then he started to pump her pussy and Jane realised she was getting turned on.
‘No,’ she thought to herself – don’t let this happen. She forced her mind to block out this rape – this was wrong and she would not enjoy it. She tried and succeeded for a short time but the force with which she was being pumped, the complete filling of her pussy she was soon unable to block the feelings and she realised that her excitement level was building slowly and inexorably towards a climax. She soon realised that everything he had said had come true and then she thought about what he said that the bars would get hot when she climaxed – the thought briefly flashed into her mind and then it was gone. It was now too late. Her pussy was getting the ride of its life and her orgasm was just seconds away.
He sensed her impending climax and timed his to coincide.
Jane felt his prick expand even more and then she felt his seed start to fill her womb. Jane exploded in the most terrific orgasm she could ever imagine let alone experience. Two seconds into her orgasm one bar below her body suddenly glowed red hot. She was effectively lying on a branding iron and with the intense pain Jane passed out.
Jane opened her eyes and stared straight at Mick who had just woken her with a kiss. Jane quickly broke off the kiss. “I have just had the most intense dream,” she said.
“Quiet,” said Mick, “it’s unlucky to tell dreams.”
Mick slid his hand under the sheets. “So when did you get ready,” he exclaimed as he realised she was now naked. His hand went to play with her nipples and she yelled at him to stop. Surprised he quickly moved his hand away and slowly pulled back the sheet. There where Jane’s nipples had been were two burnt nubs with a dark brown, indented line going right across her body.
-oOo-
Jane stood naked drinking in the view across the valley as the sun began to set. She admired the drawing in the freestanding frame on the sill. The drawing showed a naked girl standing by a window. Yesterday she had thought that it had been shadows from a window that had created five parallel marks across her body – now she knew differently. She turned the frame around and there was another drawing on the back – the same girl from the back with five similar stripes – this was to be her fate.
Mick had left after she was unable or unwilling to convince him of the brand across her body and the whip marks. His last comment was that they would discuss it when she returned home although they both knew that this was never going to be. Her life had changed completely in less than 24 hours. Already her stomach felt full – she knew that she was pregnant with some non human baby but she felt a warm glow – resigned to whatever the future held. As he had predicted all her body hair, even the fine hairs on her arms had disappeared leaving her skin perfectly smooth.
She waited by the window not wanting to sleep, as the darkness grew. Finally the voice came to her head “Come,” she was commanded. She had forgotten which panel it was that lead to the basement but as she turned it slid silently open. No hands - tonight she went downstairs willingly.
In the basement he stood visible for the first time. Jane gasped as he looked at some being from a horror movie. Tall, maybe 7 feet of dark red, solid muscle with a nearly human face.
Jane didn’t need to speak.
“It was as I predicted,” he gloated. Jane nodded. “You are already pregnant.” Again Jane nodded. “Tonight I will fuck you again exactly as last night. The final mark will burn your clit. You will no longer be able to have pleasure at your own hands. However the pregnancy will mean that you are in a constant state of semi-arousal. Tomorrow your belly will be noticeably swollen. It will continue to grow daily for the next five months when you will give birth to a very large baby but you will manage.
After tonight there will be no more whip or burning until the birth but you will be fucked daily in every conceivable position. One month after the birth you will start the cycle again.
“Is that clear?”
Jane just nodded and looked towards the table. “Go when you are ready.”
Jane positioned herself on the table gripping the small bar firmly with her hands and forcing her clit into the lowest of the parallel bars. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation.
The whip hit across her back and Jane screamed.
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