As dark water over a precipice, she slips from the window, out into the comfort of night. It cloaks her, tugging tendrils of vicious onyx mane along in its winded clutches. A cool rhythm of battered bootheels as she finds a path along the cobbled streets, unmindful of the drunken hoots of the ones she passes, her hunt this night for something far more intriguing.Turning along a quiet alley, she pauses to a local art studio, emerald hues focused on a canvas to the far wall. He stands in the studio, admiring a painting, when all of a sudden, he senses something enticing, yet dangerous behind him.He peers around to see what it might be. The eyes are cool, emerald amber slitted wonders, the lips upturned in defiance to the painting, one slender digit tapping a leathered thigh as she scrutinizes the piece. "It lacks pain...," she says with conviction.That chill gaze then dropping to the other patron, her perusal no less appraising. He stares at his visitor, and is immediately gripped by her enticing beauty.She sends out signals that can only be construed as dangerous, yet he can not look away.He is lured to her and stares back. "H-hello....Are you an art lover?" The serpentine shimmer to her eyes turns to one of likely bewitchment, a sugared smile, possibly laced with arsenic assaults him. "I am a painter, actually, among other things..." He nods. " I see....And what, what is it that you paint?" His flashing eyes can not move from her...every strong muscle in his body gets tighter as she draws closer. "...And where may I have seen your work?" "I do well in my endeavor, several of the more upscale houses carry my pieces..." She looks over his quivering form with a smile, a slow tremor of that full bottom lip. "I paint emotions...souls..." "I do not get to many upscale homes, so I would not know.Are you in any museums?" His eyes wander up and down her frame, it is so teasing upon them. " As for painting emotions and souls, that is truly subjective, don't you agree?" "Of course...objective art is for the lower class....And you might have seen my work...my name is Banshi Lucian."She turns then to face him. He extends a hand; somewhat trembling at first, but he gets control in time to grip hers. " I am Nicholas....I am the lower class.But I am happy to meet you nonetheless." The cool smooth chill of that seamless palm meets his. " I do not speak of economic class, Nicholas, but intellectual...and a boy who loves museums is of higher class than most, eh?" Her touch runs through him like a thousand bolts of pleasurable electricity...he slips his hand away quickly, for fear of losing his will right there and then. " Yes," his eyes glare in defiance, "...even a man, like myself." "Yes...a man, of course..." A slow tilt of that lurid visage, "To me, age is subjective..." "And to you, I am a boy?"As angry as he sounds, he feels like a boy in her alluring presence. "To me...many scarred warriors are mere boys, it seems."A slow mirthful chuckle at that as she pauses."...It is not a demeaning thing...to be a boy...full of wonder...curiosity..." Leaning very close now, her wild scent wrapping him. "Even.....Innocence....." As she draws nearer to him, her aroma drifts upon him softly, subtly, and almost sub-consciously. The dagger fingertip finds the shelf of his chin, tilting it upward.She is quiet for a moment, only looking him over.No breath passes those silken lips as she says matter-of-factly, "Everyone is innocent to something..." As her nail digs into his chin, a sensation runs through him he has never felt before...he stares directly into her eyes, his slight puddles of fear overrun by a river of seduction that she emits. "I know you....I can scent your yearning...your sweet tremble, like a flower in my hands..." The sharpened digit parades along his cheek. "You have much innocence...and much pain..." He simply stares at her, feeling her dagger-like talon tear at his soul...but he is strong...for now."Pain yes....Innocence, I am not sure of....As for trembling in your hands, I think not." The smile broadens then, as if a succulent steak were dropped at the paws of a lioness. "No?" Her strike like a viper in its speed, he is thrust to his knees, one hand wrapped to his long silken hair, the glower in those bestial eyes most fearsome as she looms over him. "Shall we just see how much you will tremble?Hmmm?" He stares up at her; his eyes glower. " And just how do you propose to make a man tremble....Your threats do not frighten me." Her beauty, however, is something he has great fear of. "I have many delicate ways to make a boy tremble....You already know this in your lonesome heart... you cannot help but wonder about it...deny that..." The grip in his hair loosening some, but not releasing, "and you should never wiggle those fly's wings in the web of a spider, dear nicholas..." He struggles to get up, but it is difficult...finally, he ceases and stares up at her. "What is it you want?" Her answer too telling. "Your...wings..." He looks behind himself with a grin."What wings?" She offers a slow smile at his silliness."I speak of your freedom....I wish to have it...in return I will give you purpose...passion...fire...and a means to deal with the pain you carry...I offer...salvation." The beauty she displays covering his conscious, her touch slowly sapping from his will, and yet he fights on. "My freedom is my own...nothing you threaten me with can take it." "I could easily take it...it would be nothing for me to do so...but I will not." releasing his hair with a brisk motion, perhaps a bit too roughly, "I would actually prefer you give it freely.I would rather you lose the battle in your mind and fall to submission... but if you do not....Then I will take it, nicholas...because you need me...." " I need no one....And no matter how entrancing the woman, I am my own man.And submission is not in my vocabulary."His voice is strong, but his eyes seem to defy his words....They are riveted upon her like a puppy dog to his master. "You still fight the obvious....There are many women of beauty...in the city, all women are goddesses, and all men muscled wonders....But there are so few, so very few that know how to take a boy to true enlightened freedom...." Her words confuse him; his mind swirls a bit. "And, you are one of those women, I take it?" "You know this already...your heart races even now at the mere thought....It sings in my ears...but I do not have to fight you... you will come to me." "Why do you say these things?What makes you so sure of yourself?And, if these words are true, why have you chosen me to pursue?" His heart does beat, however, as this woman has him in the palm of his hand without him even realizing it.He should have run long ago, but he stays and is drawn further into her web. "Why should I speak other than the truth?It is no secret to any that know me what I am....What I do...you I did not seek...you, in fact seek me."The hand releases now, a slow slide of one boot to the side, her stance parted a bit before him...."The sooner you realize this, the sooner you will blossom..." He watches her movements, slow and seductive as they are....As she releases him, he stands. " I need not blossom...especially not to you.Tell me, do most men fall under your spell as easily as you seem to think I would?" A slow, calculated smile, bespeaking the horror and pleasures of her company."...Some are quicker than others...some fight with every inch of their foolish minds...but you seem smart, dear nicholas."With that she turns, the echo of bootheels to the studio's hardwood floors, then a slight change of tone as they hit pavement....She pauses, bathed for an eternity of moments in the rainbowed light of cheap club signs, the painted hues to ebony leather giving her a surreal beauty... "I suppose we will see, nicholas....Just how smart you really are..." She turns to the street and the archway is ugly once more for her departure. He strokes his chin, feeling the slight scratch she put there...his body tingles again at the thought of her touch....Yet, it is almost like a scar...the beginning of her ownership privileges.He shakes his head briskly, trying to weed out the cobwebs she seems to be weaving inside of him...as she walks away, he yells after her. "Yes, we will see.Why do you leave?Have you given up on me?" No answer from the dampened streets but the far off mewling of a cat chased from a tavern dumpster. He stands, shivering in the empty gallery....Wondering what he has gotten him into....He walks out into the street, looks for the entrancing woman, but there is no sign.Slowly, he walks into the darkness, knowing not where the future leads. He begins to trot, foolishly, like a lovesick puppy. "If I am to follow, where is it you would take me?"His breath quickens, not because he is running, but more of the excitement he feels as her scent drifts behind and into his very soul. No answer, just that vile chuckle again, those hips swaying in seductive, hypnotizing locomotion, the sheen of leather catching the speckled shimmer of Luna's tears through somber trees. As she moves, he wrestles with turning around and heading for his freedom...but each move she makes seems to increase in alluring sensuality and he finds himself drawn closer and closer to her. Her footfall strangely silent, only his heartbeat ramming to keep the pace.Smooth, pantherine grace over fallen limb and outcropping stone, she snakes through the arms of her own pathway.Pausing then, she allows the view to the side of her limber frame to fan out, accommodating a small, unassuming dwelling.What was once an estate of grandeur, now only the carriage house remains. He struggles to keep up.Despite being a man who has survived outdoors for his entire life, he seems to struggle in his quest to stay close.Perhaps it is a sign from above that he should turn around, but he presses on. One wicked fingernail curling in his direction, she waits, her long, delicate form slung against a tree...So taunting the tease...The sweep of a pointed tongue along a full crimson lip as she beckons, a mischievous glimmer in her eye..."Come into my parlor..." She turns, her head thrown back in laughter, her strides long and sweeping, a far off cry of some night creature paying respects to the moon breaks the dreamlike air. He stands in the chill of the night...his mind whirling in demented circles.He looks into the darkness, hears the call of the wild and thinks of how he so enjoys his freedom....Yet, he looks back at this sultry vixen, a vision he has never encountered in his wildest dreams or nightmares...He takes one step backward, nearly escaping her grip...but that one finger contains more strength than 1,000 soldiers, and he unwittingly begins to stagger forward. A trio of smooth steps along the stairs, pulling the key from her belt, the key aimed to the lock....But the ring slips from her fingers, clattering to the stone... "Oh my..." so clumsy our little vixen...seems to be...her eyes pass over the stone...searching. "Oh, dear...now where did they fall?" He spies the ring on the ground, but thinks this could be his chance to escape as she has postponed her visual seduction momentarily....He turns, but then looks back, seeing the ring on the ground. "T-there it is," he points, then sighs, bends down and picks it up. "Here you are." His head bent downward, only to meet a well-placed kick to his chin, sending him sprawling across the stone....A low lilting hum as she grabs him by the hair, dragging his dazed form bumpety-bump over the stair...the key caught up...The door opened...he is drug within. He is momentarily stunned...his mind losing its ability to function....When suddenly he is jolted back to realty by the pain of the hard sidewalk....He comes to his senses and looks around, now angered. " What the hell is going on here?What was that for!" Nothing in reply...just the hum...a happy, upbeat tune...hardwood floors slip beneath his body....Gods, she is strong...almost too strong for her appearance. He becomes further angered by her mannerisms, wondering if it is actually this soft alluring woman carrying him, or a thug she brought in when he wasn't looking. "Tell me what is going on here!"But his pleas are smothered as he is thrown to the floor and she slips over him. He lies there, taking in her kisses, wondering all the while what is happening.....A beautiful woman beckons him one second, then attacks him another, then begins this sexual foreplay. "W-what is going on?" No time for talk, she is currently tugging the clothes from his body, a low, rumbly purr in her chest.He is unsure what to make of this and continues to thrash wildly. "Why are you doing this to me?" Claws spring free from her fingertips, shredding his shirt to ribbons, harsh nips and bites placed to his nipples, the sharp claws dragging downward, curling under his waistband. He lies there, paralyzed now, watching this wild vixen play her game....His eyes are filled with horror but at the same time glazed over with excitement he watches the claws disappear under him, and holds his breath, hoping his most valuable item is not sheared off entirely. The claws poke up through the fabric of his trousers, emerging like white peaked mountains, then disappear as she tugs upward with vicious strength, the fabric parting and dividing like some shabby curtain, exposing her prey. He lies there, naked, feeling somewhat violated, but exhibiting an erection that has grown massively under the spell of her touch....Rough though it may be. The cool claws wrap to his member like a set of jaws, yet only lightly do the sharp tips align the underside....Her fierce, emerald gaze pins his to the floor...she smiles. "Mine....." He looks up, barely able to speak...his voice parched. "Y-yours!W-what do you mean?" The grip tightens ever so slightly, punctuating her point...yet it seems the point has yet to be made."Mine." He feels one claw dig into his member and screams. "Stop it!Sweat pours from him now as he studies her beauty, her evil, wicked beauty. "What is yours!!??" No answer given, her foreclaw lifts to graze toward the tightened rounds beneath...apparently, this one is a bit slow. "Mine...or gone..." He grimaces now, his mind whirling like horses racing around a track.G-gone!!He suddenly realizes what she is talking about.He tries to think back to the things she has said tries to remember their encounter. " Y-you told me you would not force me...that I would come willingly....Is this not force!!!??"His cries are desperate now, the talons frightening him greatly. She smiles, that cool wicked grin, like blood from the vein. "Yes...I did say that....Hmmm...." She shrugs lightly, her voice heavily buttered with sarcasm...that claw now lifting the fleshy sack of twinned precious treasures. "I must have lied...." His eyes flash....The cool seduction she has coerced him with no longer has a hold over him....He is angered now, yet he feels the threat of losing his manhood at the hands of her vile claws.The same claws that he found so seductive and alluring when they beckoned him her way. "P-please, can we not talk this over a bit?Wouldn't you feel upset knowing a man did not willingly come to you, but was forced to do so?Do you really wish to lose that mantle of seductive power you hold so dear?" "Mmm...You are no fun....." She quiets his ramblings with a savage kiss, her tongue snaking along his lips, seeking entry....The claws begin to recede a bit, but she still holds him firmly. He takes in her kiss, absorbs her soft, luscious tongue, and relaxes.....He is unaware that the claws recede, absorbed more so by her soft, enticing lips. Suddenly, her words "no fun" bother him....He now wants her to think he is fun. A low, purring rumble as she slips along his body, covering him in a cloak of flesh and leather, her scent tugging lightly at his nostrils, her hand releasing him as her nails trail raggedly along his sides.The kiss finding slow and delicate depth.Suddenly, the fear and anger he once felt slowly slips away, being ever so delicately replaced by the enticing charms that lured him to this house in the middle of nowhere.Her purrings cover him in softness, her aroma tantalizing his senses, her once dangerous claws now tracing down him in a way that seems to nearly slice into his soul, although they do not even break the skin.The kiss continues to slowly sap him of his will...again. Her tongue makes slow stabs and sweeps along his as she moves in a slow rocking of her intent.Her slender spine arches and writhes like a serpent tossed to a flame...The parade of her hands paused only to wrap to his wrists, pulling them up to either side of his head, holding them firmly to the hardwood floor. His senses start to become dulled, completely dulled, to everything that goes on around him, except for her deadly seductive advances.He has no idea where his hands are being tied; he is floating away now, as if on a ship in the clouds, clouds that all have her smiling face on them.They are wicked smiles indeed, but he smiles back, his mouth enjoying a taste it has never dared dream of....His erection back in full force now that it is not threatened by disembodiment...Still, something deep inside of him still tries to resist the she-devil. She rolls up, the swing of her back smooth and precise, limber thighs curling to seal against his hips, bootheels tucked to stab lightly at his thighs....The seams of the short leather skirt cannot handle the pressure, and the leather rolls up higher on her hips....The kiss of heated flesh to his length revealing the fact there is nothing to keep him from being used now...she looms over him, her emerald gaze a simmered glower. He stares up at her whimsically, almost like a little puppy dog. "W-what is it you want?"His voice trails off, sounding like a man who is losing a war. She smiles at his winsome query, merely tilting her hips up to let a moist drag of velvety folds of flesh slip tauntingly along his thickened length, trapping it against his belly.Another smooth, long drag downward, finishing that little statement with a torturous grind. "No, no.little beast...what is it you want?Hmmm?" She moves his manhood with diabolical precision, every fiber of his being tingles, his entire insides feel as if they want to explode in a heat of passion.This is not a woman who has trapped him; it is a supernatural being that can control in a way he never imagined.This is re-enforced by the pain she causes just before her question. "Aarrhggh!" he yells, but is too overcome by her to be angry. " I....I want you.I want to make love to you."He has no idea, none whatsoever, how ludicrous that request is at this exact moment. "Mmm...I see...upward the molten flesh climbs the trapped and trembling tower. "Well that isn't going to happen...you are nothing but a toy for me at the moment...and toys..." meeting now the mushroomed tip, a deft tilt of her hips, pulling him to center and home, "...are played with..." sheathing him suddenly, only to the tip, crushing him within hot and muscled walls, ".Isn't that right?" Now moving a slow circle, not allowing him any more depth, alternately tightening and releasing, feeling his blood pulse eagerly within, she smiles. He grimaces wildly, but refuses to yell out...her words pour into him like a snake's deadly venom seeping into a victim. " I don't want to be a toy!I don't want to be played with." he stares up at her, the seeming poison dripping from her smile slowly and invitingly, " I want you....I will....I will...." he fights hard, every bone in his body resisting the memory of the pleasure she caused....He tries focusing on the pain, but it is hidden by the previous pleasure. "I will..." he groans, "ohhhhhh, I will do what you ask of me." "Of course you will." Letting a minute drop of her hips allow him only the tiniest bit more pleasure, her fires increasing, the tightness now accompanied by a smooth heated dampness, molten in its desire."But...a good toy...learns quickly how to please its owner...surely...you wish to be.Mmm..." a slow and delicate circle of her body, leather whispering, "a good toy?" The words 'good toy" strike through him like daggers, but he has been beaten down by her sexual arsenal...this is a women who could seduce Satan himself.He sighs heavily, and utters the words she has beguilingly been fishing for since they met. "Yes...I want to be....A good...a good..." he grimaces, "I want to be a good toy." "Of course you do...." Her tone now overlaid with a seductive and pleasured purr...and you are doing very well so far....Mmm."Her grasp tightens a bit to his wrists as she lowers her chest along him, the cool leather betraying the stony tips of her nipples.She continues, pressing down a bit further, but still denying him the full comforts of her heated recesses. "I think I should like for you to beg for what you want, good little toy of mine...do you want me to use you?Hmm?The pulse of her inner muscles now working in a slow, lapping wave. His mind feels as if it has been sapped of all its energy....But his body, his senses, feel as if they are on the doorstep of extreme pleasure....She knows just what sense to strike, just what cord to hit.He has never begged in his life and thinks he never will...and yet, her muscles, working on his, combined with her gentle commands, drive him over the edge. "Ohh please...." he nearly chokes, "Mistress Banshi, will you use me?"Tears slip from in his eyes, as he knows his will has been enslaved. Almost a whimper of delight as she shoves over his eager sex, impaling herself fully with a rumbly growl."Such a good toy you are."The shift of her hips tilts forward to rub a very taught pearl of flesh along his thick patch of nether hair."...Use you like this?" Grinding smoothly before lifting up all the way to the tip and shoving downward, "Hmm.like that?"Her pace quickens, a tantalizing offbeat rhythm. "Mmm...I think like this...." His erection has now reached epic proportions....He never dreamed it could become so large.As she descends downward, a sharp pleasure rolls through him that throws his entire world off kilter....He hears her soft voice...it is all he hears...all he can respond to. " Ahhhhh, yessss Mistress, yesss...Ohhh thank you, Mistress!!" Her eyes close as he squirms beneath...rigid, pumping thrusts pinning him to the floor.Her grip tightening on his wrists as she works her bestial aggressions out on him, the damp and slapping sounds of their meeting playing backdrop to his tortured wails. "That's good.Mmm." another thrust, shaking the flesh of his thighs in a wicked tremor, "...Yes...that's a good...boy. " As her chasm envelopes around him, he begins to respond now, his animal instincts taking over, and he begins to thrust his erection up inside of her, quite hard, as a wild smile overtakes his lips. " Yessss, I want to be a gooood boyy!!"He is unaware of the words he yells, his pleasure so great under the spell of her movements that he only wishes to yell things that are pleasing to her.The force of his erection drills inside of her harder now. "Do I pleassse youuuuu?"He yells out, in a fit of passion and hope. Never missing one vicious stroke, she leans down, taking up his bottom lip with her teeth, tugging backward to scrape those porcelain shards in a grip of desire before releasing. "Yes...little beast...you do please me..." A sudden quickening of her eager dance, her purrs interrupted by short and feral grunts as she pounds away at him with no mercy. Her words excite him, arousing him, giving him the courage to go on....He wants to wrap his arms around her, but they are tied.He wraps both strong legs around her upper thighs and begins to move in a rhythm with her...his pulsating member raging off her walls with violent force...a groundswell of cum beginning to boil deep in his recesses. "I only want to please youuuuu my mistress, only youuuuuuu!" She cannot hear every word, the shattering pounding of his blood in her ears tugging her to travel along his throat with her whisper."Good..." her silken walls shivering on the brink of release, "...just need..." A smooth lingering drag of her tongue swipes along his jugular, quickly followed by the sinking of erect fangs to the flesh...oh..Gods, he was hot....Her orgasm full to flower as the flood of vitae swirls into her mouth...lips writhing eagerly as she shudders with pleasure above him. He does not feel her fangs plunge inside, as his body is writhing in extreme pleasure...he only feels a nick, thinking it might be a scratch. " Ohhh,....ohhhh..." his erection now at its peak, his cum begins to rage forward as if it can not wait to get out. "Mistress...." it is all he wants to scream, all he can think of. Her growl an eager rush of blood and stars, pulling in long and tantalizing draws against his salty throat...her nails digging in, clenching in reaction as she shudders in vile ecstasy, every muscle locked in a terrible shiver. His eyes squint, as if they are plastered shut, as if by shutting off sight, it will only increase the sense of touch....Of her touch, which has drawn him completely from his own mind, and into her will.When they started, he felt he was strong enough to resist her...now...his cum begins to rage forward, like lava overflowing from a volcano, hot and vibrating, it courses its way upward through his shaft, he screams out. " I want to puhleeeezeee youuuuu Mistress!!!!" Words he never thought he would yell and now he is happy to scream them. The taste of him even more sweet as he falls completely, she offers only a muffled grunt of reply.Silken walls clench about him in spasmic wonder, milking him of every drop, every seed of reluctance.Her tongue swirls to the hot rush of blood, taking the time to define his taste, her eyes slipping to seething emerald crescents beside his ear as he screams. He looks into her commanding, alluring eyes, his cum releases, and as it enters her, as he becomes part of her, his screams turn to wails of despair, he knows that she has taken him, taken of all of him.His orgasm is the proverbial pleasure mixed with pain.The physical pleasure he feels tainted by the mental anguish he also feels.He is hers...he has lost the fight, and his cum continues to pour inside of her, while his face contorts in contradiction. Having her fill, she glides her tongue over the wound in slow and delicate motions, as if a cat to the bottom of the saucer, the wound closing and healing beneath her attentions.She whispers as she grinds smoothly along his body, one warm trickle of his essence breaking a thin trail along his inner thigh, "Like I said...Mine..."