Cascade Fire Ch. 08b

8. The Milky Way (part 2)

Callie and Jess were separated from me. Not forcefully, but it was almost ritualistic, hands and wrists, a few precious kisses, then Sati led me to the other suite, which was now Taylor's, and there were Kelsey and Stu on their knees, eyes downcast, nude except for Kelsey's glossy black fishnet crotchless hose, and there was Taylor, waiting. For me. And when had anyone waiting for me looked so good?

Was this actually Taylor? Just a week ago she was so sweet, craving nothing more than to be in bondage with a hard cock inside her, the bigger the better, blindfolded and gagged, and I'd helped Sati with the beginning of her transformation, but ...

She was almost nude, thin strappy strips of leather around her ample breasts, joined by golden rings wherever they came together, lifting and accentuating like a bra but without any actual fabric, covering nothing, matching her strappy black leather and golden heels. A thin gold body chain from over her shoulders and down her front and splitting to embrace her belly and waist and coming up loosely from around her legs and ... gems, linked into or dangling from that chain. So much smaller than me even in those heels, but positively glowing with sublime confidence and power.

One gem between her breasts. That was really hard to look away from, as riveting as the ripe fullness it dangled between. Another in her navel, actually fluorescing. She was a belly dancer now? Was I completely out of my depth? Did I even know the meaning of the word "depth"? Short answers: Yes, probably, and probably not, which might've been a good thing. Another jewel dangling from her belly chain, right in front of her pussy. She twirled to let me see another just below her tailbone, all of them the color of her lip gloss and nails and earrings, and turned back to say

"Kelsey, take him," and this was a bit confusing for my fuddled self but I realized that Taylor was directing Stuart, who wore a rather elaborate cock ring and now Kelsey had a strapon in hand and Stu gave me a look that I was pretty sure was pleading and he must've already been lubed and prepared because a minute later Kelsey was all the way inside him from behind and he was surrendering because that was what he'd been conditioned to do and Taylor said

"Bob, eyes on me," and it was not a request. "You are going down," she said, and yes it was a challenge and yes it was pre, um, sumptuous, but there she was in front of me, a feast for all senses, all curves and fascinating interweaving sights and scents and motion and such a soft commanding voice and my eyelids were fluttering a little and she smiled.

Something dangled from her hand. It was a crystal the same color as the gems adorning her perfectly luscious body and her fingernails and toenails and lip gloss and earrings. Pale rosy pink, pearlescent.

"That's right, gaze deep into my crystal," she said, swaying with it gently before me, and I was, though I wouldn't be looking long, because there were so many more wonderful things so near, and she said

"Follow it," and that's exactly what I was doing, and

"So deep," and it was swinging slowly now, and my eyes were following, and I knew what sights there were to see so near, and I was just about to look at them again but she said

"Down boy," and that was a disconcerting thing to hear with my eyes on her swinging crystal and knowing how much more there was to see so near her swinging crystal that she wanted me to watch and which I was watching because she asked me to because she wanted me to because I was

"Yes," she said, and time seemed to slow down.

"Deeper," she said, her lovely hands on her wonderful breasts now, and I could feel my world tilt. A slope, a kinda actually slippery slope, and I was starting to slip, and

"Yes," she said, and I started to slide, and, and ...

I didn't want to slide. I knew where I belonged, or at least one or two or three or even possibly four parts of me wanted to belong and I looked up into her eyes and she was smiling and she said

"Good boy," and she was happy to see me resisting and that was really hard because every part of me enjoyed hearing her say that to me, about me, and yes of course I was fucking hard but then when wasn't I, and my eyelids fluttered more before opening and looking up at her and her smile was even broader and she said

"Good boy," and damn that felt really fucking good to hear her say and she said

"Eyes all the way open, what do you really want to look at right now?"

And that was actually a really HARD fucking question, because there were half a dozen things I really wanted to look at right then but it was a leading question because she was at that very moment jiggling her beautiful breasts at me.

OK, I've seen some really great breasts this year. I love(d?) Joanna's and Sati's owned me, and Mari's fucking destroyed me, and I love every single thing about Callie and Jess and maybe I was starting to reconsider Dani, and fuck Nancy, fuck her and her pimp and fuck wherever my mind had fled because it maybe might be an actually good place to fuck, that much power, that much ...

Taylor had really great breasts. Really really great breasts. Adorned, decorated, irresistible. She said "Good boy," as my eyes refocused on her, Sati just behind.

"Good boy," Taylor said again, smiling, not quite but almost triumphant. Oh girl, you have no idea.

Yes, I was staring enthralled at Taylor's wonderful breasts.

"You are such a good boy," she said, and yes, yes I was, and Sati was sitting on a chair behind Taylor, because, truly, Taylor didn't need any help, but she was just getting started.

"You are on your knees," she said, and I wasn't going to do that because I didn't do that when she wanted me to do that before but she was smiling and asked, softly, a little extra emphasis after each word

"Did you really think you had a choice?"

And yes of course I did because here I was staring up at Taylor's beautiful breasts in her beautiful hands and the gem swaying between them that I followed every moment of and Taylor's smile was widening and I was, what was the word again ... fuddled?

'Yes, that's just the right word' I thought to myself, on my knees, looking up at Taylor.

"Gooooood boy," she said, and her approval resonated through my entire body, exactly what I most wanted to hear. "You are such ... a ... good ... boy."

Everything around me was going quiet as my self gradually became aware of what Taylor had done to me so easily, it was just me and Taylor and Taylor's beautiful eyes, her voice, her hands and breasts, erect nipples squeezed between beautiful fingers and the beautiful gem hanging between them, and she was saying something and my eyes were closing, and

Some indeterminate time later, Taylor said "Wake now," and my woefully insufficient memory heard echoes of the numbers I'd just been reciting, that I'd been counting up, and Taylor was rotating her center just like that belly dancer I'd wondered if she might've become, and there was a fucking gem in her navel, and I was nude and my eyes were locked on as tight as anything in my life has ever been locked before, and of course she said

"Good boy," and this was honest to goddess rocking my whole world. Taylor had a pale rosy pink fluorescent pearlescent or even opalescent gem in her navel, and it was rotating in my vision, rotated by a taut soft feminine belly and shapely soft hips and legs and ... fuck, because really there was nothing else to look at until it was time for my eyes to close again because I was so sleepy and everything about her was so beautiful and everything she said was so right there was this voice that sounded like mine counting up again and then my eyes opened, and now I was gazing into the most beautiful pink pussy I'd ever seen in my life, another pale rosy pink gem swinging in front of it, making one or the other harder to focus on, but front vision and back vision, they were a fugue that I needed to see through somehow and Taylor was speaking more words and I fucking loved the sound of her voice and I was saying something she wanted me to say in reply and I fucking loved ... loved

My eyes opened. I was looking at Taylor's ass. Damn all, she had a fucking beautiful ass. And oh shit I was as hard as could be and her ass looked all that more ... fuckable, but the real prize was not much further away, her ... oh, shit, her ...

There was another gem swaying over Taylor's ass. Pale. Pink. Rosy. Shimmering like the pale rosy pink fingernails of her lovely hands spread over her pale pink rosy cheeks, exposing more of her nether cleft, her rosebud, her

Just like her lips, her ... what was it? I felt like I should be able to remember the name for it but I couldn't, her ...

Kitten?

A wave of pleasure coursed through me. I was on my knees, in front of the sexiest woman in the world, in front of the two sexiest women in the world, and I couldn't remember the word for ...

"You know," Taylor said to me, " I am the best lay on the planet." And it wasn't a question, nor was it a statement, exactly, but it certainly made my cock surge.

"You know," Taylor said to me, "that thing we did the other night was really good for you." And that was a thing for my fuddled self to struggle to remember because

"You know ..." Taylor said to me, and I was just starting to recall that she'd been there with her silicone cock that was somehow tied to my actual, throbbing, enthralled ... self ... was that the right word? ('Yes it is' said a part of me.)

I was staring at Taylor's ass. Damn all, she had such a beautiful ass. And it could do more to me or to anyone than any part of me was ready to fathom. But here I was, getting closer.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, knowing She was just getting started.

A few sounds from outside our shared awareness began to intrude. Stuart, penetrated. Kelsey, penetrating. Stuart, in ecstatic agony. Kelsey cumming, again. It was a distraction, so I tuned it out. Again. (?)

'Fathom'. Six feet. What the hell? Why would I think in terms of height as if height were power, mine or hers, as if it made a difference? Except for her fucking sexy heels, which certainly did make a difference, because right here right now her right, her power was being exercised. On me, whether for or against I could not know, but definitely on me.

I was looking up at Taylor's ... kitten ... a wave of pleasure coursing through me, so close to my lips, my tongue, and if only she permitted it I would enter her with one or the other or preferably with something bigger, my self, but ...

Not yet.

More sounds intruded from the world outside just Taylor and me. Stuart and Kelsey, and much more subtly, Sati. Setenaya, yes, that was/is her name, among a few others more readily recognized.

Taylor had a fucking crystal dancing on her ass, slipping and sliding and bouncing on her soft sensuous skin and warming and ... no, I could not look away, Taylor was getting far too good at this to let anything like that happen. No distractions, no ...

Hypnosis? Really? Yes, really, I was totally hypnotized. No magic, no nothing except what Taylor was doing to me right here, right now. Fuck.

"You felt what I felt last night," Taylor said to me, looking back at me looking at her beautiful ass, so deep.

"You were inside me, and I felt you inside me, and I made you feel ... me," she said, and yes, she had indeed. Tell me, mistress, anything you want to affirm, and I will do it.

"You are helpless, boy," she said, and then a thing like an existential crisis happened within me. Because, was I 'helpless?' Was I a 'boy?'

Behind me, Kelsey was cumming again while Stuart wouldn't be anytime soon, a somewhat groundingly sober concept.

Some part of me thought it would be a good idea to just get up and leave despite no part of me having any fucking idea where else in the world I was except in relation to a certain caldera and two women I loved.

On my feet, I was going nowhere, but slowly. A beautiful woman materialized in front of me, so much smaller, and she said something and then I was on my knees looking up at her again because she knew what was best for me, and I couldn't possibly ...

Oh shit, I was on my knees and my dick was in my hand and I was stroking it at her command but

Oh shit, I was on my knees and nothing was in either hand but everything was feeling so good and

Oh shit, her hips were swaying and rotating and I was completely fixated and

"Down boy," she said, her beautiful breasts cupped by her lovely hands and her sex so intoxicatingly close, and hell yes I hit that and hell yes she liked it and

"O.M.F.G." she said, resplendent in her power, just before every other part of my world rearranged.

And then there was Sati, and she sprayed milk from her full, portentous breast all over Taylor and all over me, because she already knew

Kelsey was in ecstasy. Stuart was in desperation. Both of them completely enthralled to this intoxicating woman my mouth was pleasuring, and as good or as wrong as that might've felt to either of them, Taylor said to her and to me

"Stop."

And then Taylor directed Stuart to come around in front of me, and he did, whimpering, and at this point I was nothing more than an extra in this play of passion except that someone else knelt in front of me, someone I couldn't see, someone I ...

Oh, shit, whatever she was doing to me was ...

More milk, spraying. All over both of us. All over Kelsey in worshipping her/our goddess, all over this beautiful warm soft woman who was worshipping my long hard ... self, all ... over ... all

A crystal, swaying between two perfect soft warm full breasts, that I could not look away from even if I'd been tempted to try. And a soft strong wonderful woman had my cock in her mouth and then her pussy was in mine, and oh, my ...

It was so fucking good.

And I knew this woman was Dani, and she'd been trying really hard to be Sati's but she also wanted something different and she was so ... fucking ... good.

Something in me separated, rose above. There was an orgy happening. To me, but not just me. And even by the standards of orgies, it was pretty damned great, mostly because of who was involved, and how, and ... why.

Stuart was desperate, just the tip of his cock inside Taylor, who was swirling her entrance around him, squeezing that tip within her, no one else touching him despite his place at the bottom of this whirlwind of female touch and taste and smell and sound and motion not knowing what the fuck what was happening to him but really truly helpless to change a single thing about it and

Kelsey was an automaton, she'd come so many times already fucking Stuart from behind but it hadn't been anything she'd ever really wanted and she was really truly helpless to change a single thing about it and

Taylor, who completely owned Stuart and Kelsey and she was thinking she might just own me but

Dani, such a bold, bared, brazen

I was inside Stuart, figuratively, and he'd been inside Taylor but directed to pull out, mourning but grateful because

Then he was inside Kelsey, and he was relieved and she was happier, and

I was inside Taylor, and fuck, being inside Taylor was beyond fucking great, she really was that good.

Dani was fitting a blindfold around Taylor and then another around herself, and Sati was kind of taken aback but rolling with it because

Dani was kissing her. And Dani was such a good kisser, I could feel the echoes of her kisses, and Sati's responses, even from deep inside Taylor, who was mewling and growling in pleasure, maybe wondering what the fuck just happened but maybe

Taylor lowered herself, me thrust deep inside her, and there was something on the bed in front of her and she put it into her mouth and it wasn't a gag but she wanted it to be and because I was there with her that's what it became and she flipped the strap around the back of her head and I fastened it and she lowered her elbows and then she wasn't allowed to touch it anymore and now she was blindfolded and gagged and had me deep inside her, so deep in so many ways, the next best thing to the thing she wanted most, and Kelsey, sweet Kelsey, separating from divine Sati and Stuart, her double-ender still in place, moved behind Setenaya and began to fuck her from there, and this was totally not in Sati's original plan but I was inside her as deeply as she'd ever been inside me and

The door opened. Callie and Jess came in, Ingrid our only remaining guard, outside, the door remaining open, and for me that was like opening the gates and Taylor's focus seemed to be going off track and I said to her

"Yes," because fuck yes, and

"Deeper," because I was and she was and

"You own me," and that was a completely different thing and Taylor, still massaging and jobbing and blowing my cock with me half out of my mind so deep inside her, took more than a minute to readapt, me feeling her progressively tangential and then progressively targeted responses that said

"Whatever," and that was such a fucking awesome thing for her to think and I said

"Whatever you think," because then she thought

"Yes, actually," because who in this room or in almost the rest of her life would've been able to say different and then

Taylor, on her knees and elbows, speaking with me about control, about who did or didn't have it except she was gagged and I was fuddled but I could hear what she was saying perfectly well from inside and because she was also saying it so perfectly with

Her hips, swaying

Her full breasts, bulging on the sheets as she moved forward and back

Her beautiful bottom, so big, so soft, so compelling, moving in a way that would be difficult to characterize with any single word because there was more than one thing going on and none of those things were obvious because so much of this was happening without gross movement, but goddess, such movement and Taylor was now just radiantly happy as she shepherded my cock inside her to such extremities and then, just like last time but this time without a harness, her knees rose from the bed, and I was no longer inside her but her gorgeous soft feet and heels and legs rose past my tongue, playing it, and her gag was off and her mouth was right there over my cock, and my tongue was loving her soft thighs and my cock was enjoying an absolutely unbelievable experience from a completely different part of her and then she rose higher and now her hands were on me as I had full access to her upside-down ... kitten, a wave of pleasure coursing through me, right there in front of my face, my hands stroking her plush pillowy ass and soft thighs and knees above and this would've been a mighty good show for Sati if she could've looked up from what sweet Kelsey and beautiful Dani were doing to her, and Callie and Jess both had their tongues playing with my earlobes which was weird when you think about how much shorter Jess was but then again both of these perfect women had already learned levitation and I was starting to get a sense that not everything was going to go as I might've previously expected, if I'd ever been in a state to plan a damned thing but

Taylor, upside-down with her hands expertly celebrating my cock, me right side up with my mouth celebrating her ... kitten(?), a wave of pleasure coursing through me, my extrasense playing with every part of her and Jess and Callie standing or levitating or whatever they were doing there pretty much outside anything I could sense which was a little strange since I'd always been able to be inside them ever since I came here but a change or more than one seemed to be in the air, so to speak, and Dani deep in Sati and Sati deep in Dani and Stuart's pleading groans, Kelsey inside him again, this time from in front with his huge ringed cock surging in her hands and neither of them really wanting exactly that and gorgeous glowing Taylor at the center of everything though maybe she was as much an amplified echo of Sati as she was Taylor, and Jess' hand on Sati's mouth and Sati starting to have trouble breathing past it and Callie teasing Sati's breasts past Dani's undulating waist, and was this really an orgy anymore? 'Cause it felt like it was turning into a whole different thing.