The Contest

The dark woman nodded, smiling evilly.

"And if I refuse?"

The creature cocked its head and then shrugged, indicating the interior of the teepee with a sweep of its graceful arm. The implication was clear; if she refused she would never get out. Andrea knew she had to get out of this horrible place; she was already loosing her grip and the whispers outside were growing in intensity again.

She didn't want to touch this evil thing, but it seemed the only way out. She knew one thing for sure, she wasn't going to let this being of darkness make her cum. Andrea looked up defiantly and placed her hands on her hips.

"All right, bitch. How do you want it?"

The creature moved with incredible swiftness and pushed Andrea down onto her back. It then straddled her head and Andrea had the disconcerting view of herself, if she were a study in black. Long legs, tight pussy, flat tummy, pert breasts, she had to admit the view was pretty nice. The creature dropped to its knees and draped itself over her body. Andrea gasped when she felt the unearthly soft, silky skin pressed against her own. Its pussy was now in her face and she could smell the delicate scent of its arousal, a scent she recognized as her own.

Andrea was still trying to make herself touch it when she felt a rough-soft tongue press between her still dry lips and begin to lap at her clitoral hood.

No technique, Andrea thought to herself, but the soft warm tongue would have her going soon, and she knew she had to steel herself and get to work on the cunt floating just above her lips if she hoped to survive the macabre ordeal.

The lips were black as the blackest night and Andrea suddenly wondered about something. She used her fingertips to gently pry them open, but the inner folds were just as black. She bit her lip and stifled a groan when the devilishly active tongue seemed to curl around her clit and squeeze. She wasn't exactly horny and the creature was so repugnant in its evil that it gave her a slight advantage, but that maddeningly soft and agile tongue was already causing her to shiver and she knew her arousal level was rising fast.

Andrea stiffened her tongue and licked gently around the soft lips. Despite her rising passion and the urgency she felt< she took her time. She knew that most girls got going much faster with a little teasing. One slow circuit, then another and another, adding pressure each time around.

On the fourth trip, her tongue slipped between the silken lips, she could feel the wetness and taste it as it flooded her mouth. She knew that taste, how many times had she had it in her mouth while cleaning Lina's cock after sex? Andrea shivered and quickly dragged her mind away from her real lover back on the other side.

She swirled her tongue over the sensitive inner folds and worked gently down to the woman's entrance. Once there, she stuck her tongue out all the way and holding it stiff she pushed into the creature's tight passage. Rocking her head back and forth she fucked in and out, smiling when the creature's hips began to rock in time to her thrusts.

Got you now, bitch, she though, but at that moment she moaned as she felt the black woman's stiff finger force its way into her now slick channel. Andrea quickly jammed her own finger into the wet, slick entrance above her head and began to lash the creature's clit with her tongue. For a long while the tableau held, the only sounds in the room were the increasingly long and drawn out moans and sighs from Andrea, as that heavenly tongue and relentless finger drover her towards a shattering climax.

Andrea's heart was racing and she was beginning to despair. The creature had made no sound and beyond a gentle rocking of its hips had given no indication it was anywhere near as excited as she was. A particularly powerful shock of pleasure caused her to bite her lip and she felt the panic rising. She only felt shocks like that when she was nearing the edge.

She desperately searched through her memory for some clue her grandmother may have given her about how to win this contest, but the image of the triumphant creature consuming her lover sent a cold chill of fear down the Indian girl' spine. She had begun to despair when her grandmother's words echoed in her head, What feels good here will feel good there. The worlds coexist.

Andrea laughed out loud then. Laughed as she realized why she was failing. She was using the technique that Lina loved, the soft gentle approach that the big girl adored from her little femme lover. What she wasn't doing was delivering to her exact double the kind of attention that got her off.

Pulling her finger from the creature's wet hole, she pressed four fingers together and then violently jammed them forward. Her hand sank into the warm, yielding opening, until only her thumb remained outside. Pushing her thumb against the creature's clit, she began to drive her hand rapidly in, grinding her thumb on the black woman's clit as she did so.

She quickly sucked two fingers of her free hand into her mouth and swirled her tongue over them, until they were wet. Andrea reached up, pressed them between the creature's soft ass cheeks, and located her rear entrance. Without slowing, Andrea pressed them against the tight opening. She pressed harder, ignoring the resistance, until both fingers slid into the thing's ass. A shuddering moan reverberated around the teepee, the first sound the creature had made the entire time.

Andrea drove her fingers into and out of both openings with as much force as she could muster from the position she was in.

"Cum, you fucking dirty little cunt! You know you love it hard, you little tramp. That little pussy better be quivering in the next minute or I'll put my whole goddamned fist up your tight little ass," Andrea said in the meanest tone she could muster. It wasn't close to the fake snarls Lina gave her, but it was the best she could do.

The creature moaned again, and her ass was bouncing wildly in time to Andrea's driving fingers. Her own attention to Andrea's sensitized pussy became less and less concentrated and frequent, until it ceased altogether.

Andrea curled her thumb in and drove her entire fist into the creatures wildly bouncing pussy while screaming "Cum, you slut!" at the top of her lungs.

She found herself lying before the fire in the great teepee. The fire had burned down to coals and provided only a muted red light. Her shirt was off and her jeans were down around her ankles. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat and her nipples stood out from her heaving breasts. Andrea's hand was between her legs and sticky with her juices. Her whole body was taut with the need inside her, and she would have finished herself off, if it hadn't been for her grandmother watching her from across the fire.

Andrea blushed scarlet and quickly pulled up her jeans, wiping her hand on them before pulling on and buttoning her blouse. She wasn't particularly embarrassed by nudity or even by arousal, but with her grandmother watching, it was a little different.

"Welcome back my child."

"What was that thing?" Andrea asked, forgetting her embarrassment.

"That was the wendigo, a spirit of evil. In this case, of the evil you carry inside your self."

"Inside myself?"

"We all carry evil within us, greed, lust, anger, fear. The wendigo is the personification of your own inner evil on the spirit plane."

"What did it want?"

"Control. To lose the battle with the wendigo is to lose your ability to control your own baser nature."

"How do you know I won?"

"You did not reach bliss and you are talking to me, therefore you were victorious," the old woman said simply.

Andrea eyed her critically for a few long seconds before asking the question on her lips.

"Is the contest the same for everyone?" she asked hesitantly. The idea of her grandmother giving head to a representation of herself was rather disturbing.

"For women, it is. For men it is usually a contest of strength, although for certain shaman it has been a contest of wits."

"Why didn't you tell me!?"

"Can you tell me, child? What was the contest?"

"Of course I can! It was..." Andrea found herself drawing a complete blank for words. "I mean, she..." Sex you idiot! Just say it, she had sex with you, Andrea thought. Still, no words would come out. Her grandmother's wise old eyes showed some amusement and a great deal of sorrow.

"It is not given to us to warn others of what they face, save in the vaguest terms. If I could have given such warning, you would never have been here. I would have warned my daughter of what she faced."

"My mother?"

"Yes, child. Before you were conceived, your mother was a beautiful young maiden. She was chaste and pure. I think perhaps that was her downfall. On a night much like this, I watched her scream out her pleasure, and could do nothing but cry. Her base nature took control of her life. You have always hated her, disdained her, and held it against me that I wouldn't disown her. Perhaps in the days to come, you will look to her with pity rather than contempt."

"I... perhaps," Andrea finished. She felt at a loss for words. Imagining herself as her mother, a slave to her worst traits, was sobering.

"Enough of these dark thoughts. You have won a great victory. In the days that I have left we will have time for me to teach you all that you wish to know of the wendigo and the many other things that await the unwary in the spirit world. For now go and celebrate your victory. You will find things are not the same as they once were."

"What do you mean?'

"You have triumphed over your own baser nature. Never again will you be cowed by fear or anger or greed. The power that brings is... liberating,"

"One more question, Grandmother. Is there just one wendigo? Is it still there nursing its hatred? Or is there one for everyone?"

"The wendigo are legion. One exists for every person upon this side. Every person except those who have destroyed their wendigo, as you have, and I have. The world is a slightly better place because of you. Ever so slightly, you have tipped the scales towards the good on the other side, and thus on this side as well, but you must always be wary, for the Wendigo all know what you have accomplished, they share a common memory and consciousness and forever will they hunt you when you are on the other side," the old woman said.

Andrea saw pride in her old eyes, and she blushed.

She stood and tucked her blouse into her jeans, then stooped to kiss her grandmother on the cheek and walked out into the cool air of a desert morning. She had been in the spirit world for much longer than she had imagined. The fires had burned out and most of her grandmother's followers were asleep. The black widows sat around a pile of coals passing a nearly empty bottle of whiskey. They all turned to watch her as she approached.

"It's done," she said simply.

"Good, my ass is sore and I'm freezing. Let's get the fuck out of this godforsaken desert," Lina groused.

Andrea looked with loving eyes at the big Indian woman and impulsively bent to kiss her nose.

The others nodded in agreement and they all mounted up. Andrea slid behind Lina and wrapped her arms around the big woman's waist. She flattened her palm against the biker's stomach and forced her hand inside Lina's leathers. Her hand found the big woman's heavy strapon dildo and began to stroke her.

"Damn, girl."

"Let's go to the clubhouse, Lina. I'm fucking dying for it."

"Well, you should be," Lina grunted. "Least you can do to make up for dragging my happy ass out here for nothing."

"Was it that bad?" Andrea whispered in her ear, taking the time to tongue the big woman's earlobe.

"Bet yer ass it was, girly, and I'm gonna take it out of your hide," Lina grumbled, but Andrea knew she wasn't mad. Lina played the big bad butch for her, because that's what she wanted, but behind the bluster, Lina was as gentle as a lamb.

As the bikes roared to life, Andrea thought of the wendigo and of the strange contest. She smiled to herself as she felt the rumble of the engine begin to excite her already soaking pussy.

You didn't have a prayer, you poor bitch, she thought to herself. But how could you know? How could you hope to get me off when you have never spent a night on the business end of Lina Runningbear's cock? You didn't stand a chance in hell.

Andrea held tight and buried her face in her lover's back. She smiled again and inhaled deeply, enjoying Lina's scent. In a twinkling, the six bikes were lost from sight. Soon, not even the roar of their engines could be heard.

In the small cave, the female wolf stirred, and then returned to sleep.