Wild Cats

My first sensation was of something cold and hard pushing against my clit. Satisfied that it had found the swollen pearl, it began moving firmly over it, enticing and teasing until I became so wet that it slid down between my lips and fell against the entrance of my pussy. I looked down and saw a flame, and within half a second that flame had slid lower as the candle forced its way several inches into my hole. It happened so quickly that I gasped.

Satisfied with its depth for the time being, Eliza held the candle in place, stepping back slightly to admire her handiwork, before clasping her fingers around the body and holding it firmly in place.

"What a delightful picture," she murmured. "A pretty little slut with a candle pushed inside her cunt. And from what I can see, you're enjoying it tremendously, aren't you?"

I was beyond the point of talking and simply pushed my hips towards it, taking it in as deep as she'd let me. The force caused a splattering of wax to drip onto the sheets, and then, before I even realised what she was doing, Eliza had tilted the candle so that the wax was running right towards my sensitive inner lips. Had it not been for the fact that Eliza chose that moment to find my g-spot, I probably would have cried from the splash of molten wax that seared my delicate flesh. As it was, my hips had begun writhing so hard against the makeshift cock that I lost myself to any other sensation.

The orgasm was now building up inside me with force. My juices were beginning to trickle onto my thighs, and my clit was throbbing like a beating heart. Eliza was now rubbing the candle hard against my g-spot, coaxing me closer and closer towards the orgasm I craved. I needed the release, and making this obvious was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my night. Right at the crucial moment, Eliza slid the candle back out of my pussy and left me hanging.

She blew the flame out, then went about blowing the other candles out one by one until we were in total darkness again. For a few seconds I lost her. I could hear a drawer being opened and then clothes, the faint jingle of what sounded like some kind of harness, and then her voice calling me over.

"Now get up and walk towards me, you little slut."

I was still breathless from my interrupted orgasm, and disappointed, too. I felt my eyes beginning to fill with tears of frustration.

"But I can't see where you are!"

"I'm over here."

I lifted myself from the bed and rose unsteadily to my feet. As I did so, I felt the juices explode from my tortured pussy, gushing down my thighs in a way that I'd never experienced before. I felt dirty. Eliza was right – I was a slut, because no self-respecting woman would ever let herself get wound up to such a filthy extent.

"Quickly!"

I stumbled through the darkness like a blind woman, one nervous step after the other, towards the velvety voice whose words had become commands waiting to be obeyed. My arm hit something solid and the air was suddenly pierced by the sound of something shattering into dozens of small pieces. I stopped, horrified. But Eliza was laughing.

"That, my dear, was a collector's item, worth more, I'd imagine, than could earn after several years in your profession. And as they say, all breakages must be paid for. Now come here!"

I edged away from the scene of my destruction, terrified of stepping on one of the broken shards, but soon I came into contact with a wall.

"Over here!"

I turned again towards the direction of the voice and groped my way towards it, using the cold, smooth wall as my guide.

"That will do. Now turn ninety degrees to your right."

I did as I was told, shivering again in a mixture of anticipation and fear.

"Wonderful. Now take a couple of steps forward. You'll find a small dressing table in front of you."

I found it almost immediately, and paused, not quite knowing what to do next. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I was able to make out a tall mirror in front of me. Despite the fog, the full moon was battling its way through a gap in the curtains, throwing streaks of light across the looking glass, and as I stared harder I caught sight of my own face in the middle of it, pale and scared. Just seconds later I became aware of a dark shadow moving behind me.

"Now bend over the table."

I rested my forearms on the surface and stretched my legs out behind me. When Eliza spoke again, her warm breath was against my neck.

"Put your head on the table."

I lowered my head, turning it to one side, and try to seek out the position that was least uncomfortable. Eliza, however, was in no mood to waste any further time, and forced my head down with a single strong hand, holding it in position, just in case there was any doubt as to who was in control of this particular situation. Once she was satisfied that with my subservience, she released her grip slightly, trailing her fingers down my neck and then over my back, tracing the welts caused by her scarlet nails. The sudden switch from aggression to tenderness turned my heart beat into a drum roll.

When her hand reached my butt it was joined by another, squeezing the ample flesh and allowing her fingers to slide into my crack. There seemed to be no limit to her depraved desire. I know felt a leg sliding its way between mine, forcing them open until once again my pussy was gaping for her convenience.

"My, my," she commented breathlessly. "Your cunt is dripping! Perhaps somebody's in need of a little release?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but only a whimper came out. Eliza's long fingers had now found my pussy, and were sliding up and down the wet slit, pausing agonisingly over my swollen clit and then returning to the entrance to gather more juices before sliding them back up to my asshole. When she reached my virgin hole, she reduced the pressure considerably, using just two fingers to cover it in my juices and stretching the muscles ever so slightly as she did so.

I'd never been a fan of anal. Too many horror stories about the pain and the discomfort, but somehow Eliza's touch was shattering every single one of these myths. That didn't mean that I wanted it to happen, though, and when I felt my tight hole beginning to relax and invite some kind of penetration, I almost passed out from horror.

For once, Eliza seemed to realise that she'd taken things a little too far, and moved her fingers back to my clit. But what happened next took me completely by surprise. Just as I was settling into the slow circling sensation on my throbbing nub, I felt by butt cheeks being forced apart and something firm and wet descending on my sphincter. A couple of short swirling thrusts and I knew exactly what my beautiful wicked temptress was up to – she was rimming me with the skilful stroke of a person who was an expert in this uncharted area of my vulnerable body.

I tried to tighten my anus, but I was no match for her probing tongue, which was beginning to probe deeper inside me with every stroke. Soon I was moaning loudly, feeling the tension reaching crisis point inside me. Her fingers were still hard at work on my clit, which was now so swollen that she was able to holding it between first finger and thumb, squeezing down its length and then rubbing it as my asshole began to contract around her insistent tongue.

Satisfied with my reaction, Eliza suddenly rose to her feet. Her fingers were still firmly on my clit, but now she was moving closer, tightening her arm around my waist until I felt something hard poking between my butt cheeks. She was wearing a strap-on, and now she was going to fuck me with it. I braced my self for the intrusion, but at the last moment she allowed the dildo to slide to my drenched pussy, and thrust it all the way inside me with a strength that seemed to defy her feminine frame.

I gasped and arched back towards her, wanting her as deep inside me as the latex appendage would go, but Eliza was having none of it. Instead, she simply held me there. I was impaled on the rigid cock – her possession, and she seemed to be enjoying every moment.

She withdrew it slowly, and then moved it back towards my sphincter, allowing its wetness to provide all the lubrication she needed. I felt the pressure building. I was going to be fucked in the ass whether I liked it or not, and the longer the dildo stayed there nudging against the entrance of my tight brown rose, the more I decided that I did like it after all.

It entered my anal passage with a satisfying plop, and this time when I pushed back against her, she responded to my wordless pleas. Her first strokes were short and rough, as she inched deeper into my body than I'd ever thought possible. Once she could go no further, she withdrew until the dildo was threatening to come right out, but within a split second it was thrust inside me again, deep slow strokes that complemented the light fingering of my clit like fire on ice. I was hers, and she knew it.

She substituted her fingers with her thumb and suddenly penetrated my pussy with all four of her fingers. I was more than ready for it, and the sensation drove me to new heights of ecstasy. Eliza was filling my body, reaching deeper and deeper inside me with each stroke, until my legs were threatening to collapse underneath me.

I screamed and felt the release that I'd been craving for what felt like a lifetime. I no longer had control of my body as it bucked and writhed against her, willing her to fuck me into oblivion. Despite the dark I was seeing stars, flashes of light streaking across my peripheral vision as the sounds and sensations fused and sent me to another dimension. Sharp teeth were now grazing against my neck, and just as I thought I could take no more, they suddenly closed around my skin in an animal bite that drove me hurtling over the edge.

When I opened my eyes I was back on the bed. My body felt like lead. Every ounce of energy had been used in taking the vigorous fucking that had been in the offing since Eliza had first laid sight on my ripped shorts. It was almost to incredible to be true, but yet it was true, and the tongue that was now lapping up the remnants of my juices bore adequate testimony to its reality.

Noticing that I'd stirred, Eliza suddenly stopped what she was doing and gazed with a tired smile.

"You sleep like an angel," she began, and placed a soft kiss on my lips, "and you taste every bit as sweet as I'd imagined a pretty young creature like you would."

I blushed slightly and turned my head away. It was already dawn, and Eliza had drawn the curtains to allow the watery sunlight to come flooding into the room.

"I have a car to take you back to your accommodation whenever you're ready," she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Although I'll be very sorry to let you go. I trust you'll come back again to visit me from time to time?"

I nodded and sought out her lips for another gentle kiss.

"Good. We shouldn't waste too much time. It'll be morning soon, and I can guarantee that I'm as much of a feared sight in the village as the cat that you've been seeking. And much like that creature, I prefer to avoid the antagonism if I can."

My clothes had been brought up to the bedroom, washed, dried and mended so that I could enter the Owain Glyndwr without having to worry about any disapproving stares. Eliza watched me as I dressed, sprawling on the bed with her head resting on her hand. She'd been busy while I slept. There was no evidence of my earlier breakage, and as I crossed over to the window, I noticed that my bike had been propped up against the gate.

It was still a twisted wreck, but what caught my attention wasn't the mangled front wheel or the limp chain – it was a dark creature, slinking along the path with its tail moving from side to side. I caught my breath.

"My camera! Quick! It's here!"

Eliza rose from the bed and crossed over calmly to where I was standing.

"So there it is."

"Eliza, please! Where did you put my camera? This could transform my life!"

"Not to mention the life of the poor creature."

I struggled to understand what she was trying to say.
"Think about it, Beth. What's going to happen when you provide the world with overwhelming evidence that a beautiful, exotic creature like this is living on their doorstep?"

I suddenly saw her point perfectly. It would be hounded, hunted, caught or even killed – all for the sake of my advancing career. I couldn't do it. Like my chance meeting with Eliza, this was one wild encounter that was better kept a secret, and I returned to civilisation with a smile on my face that alone was worth a thousand pictures.