Aston Marlowe - Rajah

"No! Oh dear God above, no, no, NO!"

"Yes, Sharon, yes, you're becoming so excited now that you can't stand it… you're burning up with sexual fever and the sight of my mouth around Mark's cock will almost drive you mad with desire and lust… you're going to watch, Sharon, watch and then take my place… watch and take my place… watch and take my place…" On and on the evil black-haired woman's voice droned mesmerically, burning its way through every cell of the young blonde girl's brain.

Sharon's mind tried to reject the awful words, the terrible perverted commands — but it was powerless under the combined forces of the marijuana and the aphrodisiac potion and the hypnotic power of Lena Alvaro's words. It's a dream, she thought desperately, a nightmare, it has to be a nightmare… this can't be really happening, oh God help me this can't really be happening!

"When I count to three," Lena purred, "you're going to open your eyes and watch. You're not going to be able to move, only sit there and watch and become more and more excited. You're going to become so hot you'll feel like you're on fire, and then you'll cry out to me that it's your turn and you'll take my place. Do you understand, Sharon?"

No, no, no! a small rational corner of her brain screamed in agonized protest. But it was powerless against the evil forces dominant there. Sharon Court said, "Yes… y-y-yes, I… I understand…" in a voice that was so strange and thick she did not even recognize it as her own.

"Good, good," cooed Lena Alvaro, and then she slowly, with tongue moistened lips glistening lowered her head forward and down, her incredibly hot soft mouth closing over the sensitive head of Mark Marlowe's lustfully throbbing cock.

The young blonde wife's eyes fluttered open, blinked several times, and then focused clearly. The horror of the sight which assailed them — a sight of her best friend, Lena, with her lips closed around the huge, up-thrust penis of the Lord of Marlowe Manor — sent violent tremors of revulsion coursing through her body. The small corner of her brain screamed for her to run, to get out of there, because this was not a nightmare — and neither had last night been a nightmare! This was real! But her body didn't obey. The hot passion in her loins was enough to keep her rooted where she was, aware and yet not caring about her total nakedness, the full splendor of her softly hair-fringed cuntal lips opened wide, secreting her passion down the inside of her thighs. She could only sit there and stare out of protuberant eyes at the salaciously naked couple on the floor before her. The realization of what was really going on at Marlowe Manor was dimly present in her drugged brain, but somehow that didn't seem to matter either. She was too excited, too much under the strange hypnotic spell cast upon her by Lena Alvaro, to care about anything but the sight of Mark Marlowe's huge, blue-veined penis sliding hotly, wetly between the convoluting lips of the black-haired woman kneeling on all fours between his wide-splayed thighs…

Lena's firebrand tongue licked circles of liquid fire around and around the sensitive, quivering head of Marlowe's pulsating cock, flicking into the glans opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid flowing there. His hands reached up involuntarily and tangled in her short-clipped hair, trying to guide her head further down to meet his violent upward thrusts into her face, driving the length of his massive member deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, slamming it up hard against the back of her throat.

"Uuuuuummmmmm!" mewled Lena around the hardened rod of flesh.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Mark cried in lust-crazed agreement.

Lena drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of the glans again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female harlot. Marlowe watched her convoluted lips working on his cock and tried to think that it would be the lips of Sharon Court very soon now… but Lena was too good, too expert to allow him to think about anything except the delicious sensations of pure delight which coursed through his quivering shaft from her tantalizingly expert ministrations. Through glazed eyes he saw the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she raised and lowered her mouth the full length of his rigid member, and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between her glistening red lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the out-stroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with sheer animal lust, making the quivering, palpitating head jerk and convulse crazily as though it, too, were a thing alive with a desire of its own. She sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing but not as fully concentrating on extracting his fiery hot semen from his balls as it would have been under different circumstances. Even as she sucked, her breasts dancing below her torso, her free hand tickling and caressing the sperm-bloated sac of Mark Marlowe's churning testicles, her ears were attuned to catch the slightest sound from the drug-and-hypnosis-enslaved young girl on the couch — a young girl who was about to be totally and irrevocably broken, subjugated, as so many had been at Marlowe Manor in the past…

On the couch, Sharon Court gazed with intoxicated rapture at the lascivious sight before her on the floor, made devilish and eerie by the flickering glow of the fire in the Inglenook. Her mouth hung slack in ecstatic captivation, and her eyes were glassy and lust-smoked. She watched thin rivulets of saliva trickle out of the corners of her girlfriend's mouth as she voraciously sucked Mark Marlowe's penis, and empathetic ribbons of her own saliva made her lips and mouth and chin glisten in the light.

Look at the way she draws his huge rod into her mouth, as if it was a delicious peppermint candy cane, thought the piteous young blonde wife mesmerically. It's terrible and wicked and evil, oh God I should be sick watching such a lewd thing… but I'm so excited I can hardly stand it, I'm on fire, I… I want to take her place! Yes, yes, that's it I want to take Lena's place, take Mark's cock between my own lips… I want to suck him, I'm sick and evil and perverted but I want to taste his penis in my mouth!

The wildly ambivalent thoughts — a battle between the drug-inspired passion, the hypnosis, and her basic morality — raced crazily through young Sharon Court's brain. But the potion, the hypnotic spell, were too strong. Passion was winning, was all that mattered now. Her hand, seemingly of its own volition slithered down between her legs, her middle finger extended, and she began to draw it up and down the wet, fleece-lined, swollen slit nestled there, tickling the oscillating bud of her clitoris, causing more juices of her lust to flow from the quivering opening and make a damp circle on the couch beneath her trembling buttocks.

She watched Lena slave feverishly up and down the burrowing length of the cock of the Lord of Marlowe Manor, the dark-haired woman's body glistening from tiny, rising beads of lust-sweat. Her hand moved more brazenly between her own opened thighs, and the fire in her pussy and in her belly and now in her brain threatened to consume her in one bursting vortex of destruction if she did not have release soon. Her mouth ached, hungered, for the taste of the immense battering penis, and she envied Lena in that kaleidoscopic moment like she had envied no other in all her young life. She had to have Mark Marlowe's cock in her mouth, she had to! It was her turn… her turn… her turn!